I frequently see my posts reblogged with the tag #art ref so I just wanted to quickly make this post to say that if you’re looking for bird reference images I have a load of tags for specific activities, body parts, and angles which may make looking for refs a bit easier for some of you!
aggression - aggressive body language, videos, etc.
I think that’s all of them, and of course if there’s ever an image you need that you just can’t find feel free to ask, odds are that I either have that image somewhere or I can easily snap a new one for you!
Anyways I hope this helps someone, have a blast and art-away!
Do you have any recs where an alive! Hale pack reacts to Steter? Whether they can't believe Peter has found someone just as snarky or if they don't think it's gonna last and whatever is Peter doing to the poor boy? The fics don't have to be centred this though, just some interesting reactions from the Hale pack would be nice. :) Thanks!
This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.
“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says. Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?” “Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”
At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.
Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.
Stiles growls softly. He can’t seem to get the beak right, it’s too narrow, disproportionate with the rest of the head. He sighs, charcoal smudged fingers leaving grey marks on his cheeks as he drags a hand over his face. The crow he’s studying hops closer, squawking indignantly when it sees Stiles drawing.
“I’m trying,” Stiles mutters. The crow squawks again, hopping back along the branch. The setting sun casts a warm orange glow through the gaps in the treetops. His mother will probably come collect him for dinner soon; he needs to get this right before the light fades.
Stiles doesn’t mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn’t mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride’s uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn’t like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.
Young newly-single mother Talia takes her three children home, only to find her parents missing and her teenage brother talking about strange monsters in the woods—and they’re werewolves themselves, after all, so this is worrying.
Meanwhile, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia touch down in yet another timeline. Obviously, they’re not here for the nostalgia.
Before he inked his first tattoo, Stiles Stilinski had filled a dozen sketchbooks. Before he knew what he wanted to do with his life, Stiles Stilinski had a kid to take care of. Before he threw in the towel completely, Stiles Stilinski met Peter Hale.
Life is made up almost exclusively of happy accidents. (And some really terrifying childhood memories.) But that’s okay.
(Really they’re all kind of morons, but the Buffy style asskicking doesn’t hurt.)
Too many of them had died… and those who were left were more broken because of it. So when Peter hesitantly admitted to knowing about a spell that would send someone back in time Stiles knew he had to do it.
Peter has always had his favorites. It’s not that he’s particularly fond of humans, he’s not, but he finds that walking invisible among them at times is much more entertaining than dealing with the squabbling and politics of the other gods. He’s always been a solitary creature among them, though his sister always calls him strange for that and says that gods aren’t meant to be alone. Maybe that’s why she has a horde of children.
The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.
Stiles didn’t know what he expected to see in the closet. It was like every other one down the hallway, filled with cleaning supplies a janitor could need in a hospital. There wasn’t anything extraordinary, not a bottle out of place.
Two weeks ago, Heather killed herself in there.
Omegas were supposed to have sensitive noses, but Stiles couldn’t pick up anything. It all smelled like sickness and disinfectant, like every other room.
“Move it,” Harris barked out behind him. The beta swatted Stiles’ head with his clipboard, sending his ears ringing.
Stiles moved, feeling like he was in a bubble that made everything gray and dull on the outside.
Sometimes he missed Heather. Sometimes he envied her.
Stiles and Peter are a forever kind of deal. They know that, everyone who knows them knows that, the creatures they fight are aware of that, too. What they all don’t realize, though, is that Stiles and Peter haven’t taken the final step yet.
The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.
A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera
Stiles was registered as Dormant when he didn’t come online at sixteen, after even his mother’s sudden death didn’t trigger his Sentinel genes. He wasn’t supposed to come Online. They said only an extreme circumstance where he feared for his survival could possibly trigger his genetics into becoming active, but they doubted it would happen even then. In other words, he was broken.
His life just wasn’t that exciting. Or so he thought, until one day he and Scott decided to take a jog in the woods, preparing for cross-country for their Senior year. It was the first half of summer, and starting early ensured they were in great shape for the start of school. There were general warnings of staying out of the woods, talk about how they could be dangerous. Stiles never believed them, because he’d spent some quality time in those same woods his entire life.
Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.
Shiro is a raven shapeshifter and Keith is a merman.
Shiro lost his arm in a fight with some cat shifters, but was saved by the witch Allura, who nursed him back to health. The two became friends and are now roommates living in a small, sea-side town–Allura working for the local apothecary while taking classes at the local magical school and Shiro working at a tattoo parlor.
Shiro’s raven form is missing half of his right wing, has a scar across his beak, and a white patch of feathers at the back of his neck, reflecting Shiro’s human side.
Shiro also has wings tattooed on his back and arms.
Shiro sometimes likes to go to the beach and just relax in his raven form. Since he can’t fly anymore, he’s more vulnerable in that form, but it would be more difficult for any predators to sneak up on him at the beach, where there aren’t any hiding places, so it’s where he’s most comfortable shifting these days, other than in his own home.
Keith is a merman who doesn’t have a family to travel with, and so has had to survive on his own, often hugging the shore for safety. He eventually finds a nice stretch of beach that isn’t frequented much by land-folk, and so he feels comfortable sunbathing there and breaching the water’s surface. (Land-folk always ask questions when they realize he’s alone, and he hates having to explain that he doesn’t have a family.)
Keith meets the local apothecary, Coran, who asks him for help collecting certain types of shells and sea life that he needs for various potions and spells. In exchange, he offers Keith deep sea fish that can’t be found by merfolk that hug the shoreline. (And they’re very tasty.)
Shiro and Keith meet when Shiro, in his raven form, investigates the sea shells, oysters, and other sea life that he finds lined up on a rock one day and Keith comes back and tries to shoo him away. Keith doesn’t realize that Shiro is a shifter, at first, and Shiro doesn’t tell him for a while, just enjoying letting Keith talk at him about his life.
Keith finds out Shiro isn’t just a raven when Coran comes to exchange goods with Keith at the old pier and recognizes Shiro as his apprentice’s roommate. Keith is, understandably, angry and hurt, since he shared a lot of very personal things with Shiro under the pretense that he was just a bird, not a person.
Shiro ends up going to the pier day after day, in human form, and talking to the water, never knowing if Keith is even listening. He sits at the end of the pier, and he talks about all of his own secrets and fears and embarrassing stories. For a whole week, he gets no indication that Keith is even listening, but he keeps coming, nonetheless. One day, though, as Shiro is leaving, he notices a shell that has been placed on one of the pier’s posts.
Shiro comes back the next day, and while he’s talking Keith shows up and pulls himself out of the water to sit next to Shiro.
Shiro thanks him for the shell and apologizes for not being upfront with Keith. Keith accepts his apology, and then promptly pushes Shiro into the water.
The two end up hanging out as much as possible, becoming closer and closer as time goes on. Sometimes, Shiro will join Keith in the ocean. Other times, they’ll just sit on the end of the pier and talk for hours, or Shiro will sit in his raven form and watch over the shells that Keith brings back from the sea floor.
When they kiss, it’s something that feels completely inevitable. They’re incredibly different, a creature of the sky and a creature of the sea, but they meet each other where they are, and it’s enough.
A few weeks ago at the LA County Natural History Museum, I snapped a shot of one of the most beautiful specimens I have ever seen—the Edmontosaurus skull up top. “But Josh,” you ask, “Why that specimen instead of the one below? It’s got like half of its beak broken off!” To which I answer, “Exactly.” The skull on top has preserved intact a large portion of the keratinous beak that would have covered its bones in life. Beaks deteriorate faster than bone, and are only preserved in extremely rare conditions; only a handfull have ever been found. You’ll notice that the Oxford skull beneath (credit), while a beautiful skull in its own right, has a much slimmer beak. This is because the keratin beak sheath was completely lost to rot and deterioration, leaving only the supporting bone beneath. It changes the shape of the mouth quite a bit, doesn’t it? As a paleo-artist I get excited by specimens like the half-beaked Edmontosaurus because soft tissue preservation offers a rare window into what the animal would have looked like before it was skeletonized by fossilization, as a living, breathing creature. Some of these glimpses are surprising—such as feathered fossils of meat-eating dinosaurs in China, or another Edmontosaurus fossil that shows it had a soft crest on top of its head. Finds like these change the way we portray prehistoric creatures in art, and sharpen the images of the animals held in our imaginations.
11/2 Today Goofus the Peacock killed a mouse and instead of eating it right away, decided to wander around the pasture carrying it in his beak. The feral cats always appreciate dead-rodent-based performance art, so they followed behind Goofus single file to make a Very Exciting Dead Rodent Parade.
At one point Goofus stopped and put down his rodent and one of the feral cats dared to sniff at it, and Goofus unleashed The Most Terrifying Honk, something along the lines of I WILL END YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE AND YOUR BONES WILL BE FORGOTTEN ON THE FROZEN EARTH WHEN I SNUFF OUT THE SUN AND SING THE STARS TO DARKNESS I AM THE DEVOURER AND DESTROYER OF ALL THINGS
The feral cats, previously unaware that the Death Of The Universe And End Of All Things is currently living as a peacock, ran off at about fifty miles an hour and hid under the barn for the rest of the day. They didn’t even come out at milking time to beg for goat milk, which is a first.
We probably should not have named the Death Of The Universe And The End Of All Things “Goofus,” actually.
After @maverick-ornithography remarked on the unusual appearance of the shopping cart I saw the other day, I decided to check at various stores to understand whether this was an isolated phenomenon. Here are the results.
Tesco : has both regular shopping carts (large, low basket, with a child seat) and “leggy” ones (small basket, long and strangely balanced legs, no child seat). Pictures of both varieties below.
In the background of both pictures, you can see a vehicle carrying exclusively “leggy” carts (I didn’t take a closer picture because I wasn’t sure I was allowed to).
Lidl : same situation, with both regular and “leggy” carts, except that here, the relation between cart types is clearer (the regular type still looks strangely balanced to me, and the leg structure is similar). Pictures :
Dealz : only leggy carts ! The variety is yet a different one, and the only cart type with a drawer system for coins I saw today (the others have a slit system). Here is a picture :
This allows me to confirm that the overturned cart in the ditch thing is indeed a Lidl “leggy” cart, like the one I saw on the road close to it (notice the shape of the legs) :
To conclude this long post, I saw the heron and the egret again !
(A grey heron and a little egret standing in some kind of evergreen, 1 m or less from each other, the heron facing the camera and the egret facing right.)
This is the tree where I saw the heron the other day ; I was already surprised to see the egret in it, and I didn’t expect the heron to be that close, so I completely missed it until it moved its head.
(Same image, but with the heron facing right and the egret running its beak under its wing.)
The egret started preening, so I assumed it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable despite the proximity of the heron, but it might not mean that at all (I would be interested if anyone knows what might have been going on, I was surprised because most grey herons I have seen seemed very territorial).
Request: newt showing the reader all the creatures in his case and teaching them about the beasts.
Feedback is appreciated!
“Newt!” you called, running after him down the cobblestone streets of New York. “Wait up!”
He paused, looking back at you and holding up the case in excitement. “Come on, Y/N! I think I know where the Demiguise is!”
You grinned, amused by how eager he was. “Okay, but shouldn’t we put the Niffler back first? Before the little bugger escapes again and we have to rob another jewelry store?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I s’pose you’re right. He’s a bit of a rascal. We’ll just make a quick stop.” He ushered you in front of him and followed you into one of the alleyways in between two shops, and knelt down to unlatch the locks. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing to his case.
Hi! Hope you have a nice day! I freaking love Flock Together, you made me fall in love with Revali even more, can't wait for next chapter!! I was wondering if you could write s/o spending time with Revali and s/o give he a kiss on his beak and he gets all flustered, cause rito don't have lips so they don't kiss, but he likes it!! Or something like that, i just love reading your Revali hahah thanks!!
[A/N: Thank you! I hope your day/night is going well! :B]
Revali gets a surprise kiss
The two of you were at a swimming hole, you being a water baby while Revali was sulking at the bank.
He’s not a fan of water unless he has to bathe, but he went along so he could hangout with you, but try as hard you might, he cannot be persuaded in swimming
From the deeper end, you and him will converse about pretty much anything
And you’ll tease him that he is a cucco, but even that insult couldn’t ruffle his feathers enough to prove you wrong
So you dive underwater to entertain yourself, and breached through the surface like a Zora
It wasn’t graceful, in anything you looked like a bokoblin trying to swim…Compliment courtesy of Revali on the sidelines
In revenge you dove underwater again and swam around to throw him off. He sat there plucking petals off of flowers to entertain himself and was completely unaware
You moment to strike is now
You burst forth in front of him planting a big old smooch right at the tip of his beak. As gravity pulled you back into the depths of the water you got a wonderful last minute look of Revali fluffing up and eyes wide
When you peeked your head through the surface Revali was staring you down, completely flustered. His elbows were perched on his knees, one wing hiding half his face.
He was grumbling, but you could tell he was happy, “Do not let it inflate your ego, I will not be caught off guard again.” Fff, of course, he won’t..
Dark Shadow was developing a rather bad habit. Tokoyami knew he didn’t have full control of his ability, but this was just getting ridiculous at this point. Especially during the day time when he should have been able to control Dark Shadow.
“Fumi-kun,” you sang as you walked up to his desk, “Good morning!”
“Good morning, (Name)-san. Were you able to finish the—”
Tokoyami blushed as he felt Dark Shadow appear. The shadow monster blinked its large, white circular eyes, obviously waiting for something from you. Your hand immediately pets Dark Shadow on the top of its head.
“Good morning to you too, Dark Shadow-chan.”
Dark Shadow had the bad habit of appearing whenever you were near. Normally, he could control it, but there was just something about you that make Dark Shadow riled up with excitement. And you didn’t help any. Whenever Dark Shadow did appear, you only egged it on.
“Oh, Fumi-kun, just let him be,” you pouted, “The darling isn’t hurting anyone. Right, Dark Shadow-chan?”
You rubbed your hands over his beak as you gushed over the little creature. Tokoyami sighed and folded his arms. Sitting back in his seat he watched you smile and grin. He thought you had a nice smile, a beautiful one.
“Tokoyami, you need to control Dark Shadow in the classroom,” Aizawa scolded, getting up from his sleeping position.
Tokoyami straightened and called Dark Shadow to him. You give him one last pat on the head before he returns to his body. Yes, Dark Shadow definitely had a bad habit.
would voorburge pigeons have any problems eating with their necks like that? I mean, it looks like their beaks are just pressed right into their necks and idk it looks like it would be hard to eat like that??
Their neck can deflate no problem, and look like a perfectly normal pigeon with a slightly longer neck. Apparently they just really enjoy inflating them and will just for fun. Necks are the sexiest part of a pigeon, big shiny necks are like…a nice butt on a person.