right in the beak!

Avian Art Refs

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!

Body Language:

aggression - aggressive body language, videos, etc.

comfort  /  happy - comfortable body language

fear - fearful body language

Body Parts:

beak - closeups, weird positions, screaming, yawning, climbing etc.

cere - their nose, nosehairs

eye - visible eye colour, eye closeups, eyelashes

feathers - moulted feathers, feather closeups

feet   /    foot   -  feet closeups, preening feet, perching, flying etc.

fluffenchops - those puffy feathers on either side of the beak

rectrices - tail feathers, moulted feathers closeups

remiges - wing flight feathers, moulted feathers, closeups

rump - the spot right above their tail, closeups, etc.

tongue - open beaks showing tongues, tongue closeups

wing   /   wings   -  wing closeups, in weird positions, closed, part open, etc.

Activities:

bathing - bathing in tubs, this also has other categories

  • bathing video - footage of them bathing
  • wet - after bathing, wet feathers, funny feather-dos

beak grinding - videos and pictures, behaviour happens when they’re sleepy

climbing - usually in motion, reaching, stretching a leg out, etc.

eating - seeds, fruits, beak closeups, etc.

flying - birds flying in all angles/ positions, this breaks up in to several other categories:

  • front view - flying at the camera/ front of the body is visible
  • back view - flying away from camera/ back is visible
  • side view - mostly the side of the bird is visible
  • flying video - if you’re looking for the mechanics of flight this might help (although they are SUPER speedy)

foraging - solving puzzles, sticking their heads in containers

hanging - by their beaks, feet, one leg, etc.

playing - grabbing objects, climbing, etc.

preening - cleaning their feathers, feet, and one another, sometimes close-up

sleeping - head tucked, closed eyes, videos, etc.

stretching - leg and wing stretches

yawning - open beaks, yawning

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!

Good guy Nami (???)

anonymous asked:

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!

Definitely! Here’s some I liked:

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

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.”

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

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.

Sweet Like Cherry Wine by ladypigswagon

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.

This Time Around by alternativename, Green

Stiles is a seer dreaming about a pack of werewolves who die in a fire; Peter is a begrudging packmate who doesn’t really feel like part of the family.

When Stiles finally crosses the line and changes the Hales’ history forever, the two of them start up their own story.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Red String verse by gryvon

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He’s going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

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.

The Time Travel Grammar Book by Guede

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.

The Dragon’s Wolf by DenaCeleste

Stiles is a vengeful dragon, and Peter is his mate. Stiles just has to convince Peter of that while they deal with the attempted murder of the Hale pack.

Write Me Love Notes in Glitter Glue by pibroch (littleblackdog)

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Stiles is a single dad with two kids, and a real contempt for the status quo. Peter is a kindergarten teacher with an army of loyal little minions, and maybe a few ulterior motives.

Can I Tattoo a Baby? by Elpie (Horribibble)

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.)

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

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.

Of Gods and Men by Triangulum

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.

OR

The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.

We Were Supposed to Be by Udunie

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.

Less Sass, More Cupcake by nezstorm, Vaal

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.

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia)

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.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Kindred Spirits - Teen Wolf Arc by Starkindler

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.

Besides, nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills.

Spinning Gold by Elpie (Horribibble)

Stiles finds himself locked in the highest room of the tallest tower, and he knows that when they come for him at dawn, it will still just be a room filled with straw.

Until Peter messes everything up.

-

“Your doubt, while charming, is unwarranted. It can be done, and it will be done, but first we should come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.

“Agreed.”

Temporary Claim by run_for_me

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.

Peter? The Duke only has one.

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).

Crows

Here’s a glimpse at the first bit of the Thing I was working on today, although it might have…. ended up being a bit longer than i expected? whoops

Now posted on Ao3!!


The crows always seemed to flock around his house.

Shou couldn’t quite figure out why: he lived in the suburbs, in a house with a white picket fence, two cars constantly parked out front.

His home was just like the house next to his, and the one beside that, for as long as he could peer down his street. There was nothing out of place, nothing dirty or rotten or spoiled, no garbage out in the open or them to ravage and pick through.

But the crows stayed, in the trees in his front yard, glaring down with beady eyes. They stayed, peering in the windows, picking at the cleanly trimmed grass, so eerily silent he could almost forget that they were there–until the next time he glanced out his window, black eyes looking back at him.

His mother would brush it off with a shrug, a wave of her hand, a half hearted laugh.

“They’re just birds, Shou,” She’d smile, lips that were painted blood red stretched into a grin. “They’re not doing any harm.”

Shou supposed she was right, they were just birds–with beaks like daggers, eyes that always seemed to follow him, and a gaze that dug into his skin, not making a single sound. With some sort of humanoid feeling he felt when they looked at him, when he walked across his front yard or out into the open.

They were just birds.

   A strange monochrome bird swoops down right in front of your face holding a letter in its beak. Don’t ask how that’s possible, it doesn’t seem it’ll go away until it sees you take it and read the letter….

Dear Try-Hard,

   You are invited to the “Hatoful Ball”, a Valentine’s Event that kicks in the 17th of February. The ball will be taking place at Sonia Nevermind’s oh so fancy mansion, and is hosted by Sonia herself, and yours truly.

   You should absolutely dress up for the ball, but if you wanna show up looking like a total slob, I guess I can’t stop you. Since it’s a Valentine’s Ball you should also bring a date, although if you don’t have one, you can still come and all… But imagine what a fucking loser you would look like if you show up alone. Hah! Aw man I’d probably remember that forever.

   If you wanna invite an outsider*, then you’ll have to do that yourself okay? This is your invitation, and we can’t send these out to everyone everywhere, like do you think we have fucking time for that?

   There’ll be plenty to eat and drink, and we have a ton of entertainment prepared for everyone! Make sure to join our different raffles and participate in the Cupid Program, because I’m going to be one.

   In this letter you will find your raffle tickets, which we want you to fill out before the event starts! You will also find a list of rules that I urge you to read and follow, or we will be very unhappy with you. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?

   Yours Sincerely,

                                                                                Lady Saionji Hiyoko

   P.S.

   If you see someone who looks a lot like yourself at the ball, don’t worry about it, okay? It’s seriously no big deal.

   Or well I mean it could be a big deal. I read this article in a science magasine once, that if you ever meet your clone and you were to touch them, your atoms would pretty much explode, and you’d just straight up stop existing!

   But yeah don’t worry about it.

anonymous asked:

After speaking to Teba's wife, when Revali was explaining to Link the Updraft he created, his voice sent chills down my spine. Then, when he (or you) said "Good luck sealing the darkness!" I literally got goosebumps. How can you go from such a serious voice to an action-packed scene so quickly?

Through about 50 different takes, apparently, because that’s how many times I had to say that damned line before we finally got one with the exact amount of cadence, intensity, and timing they needed to match the beak flaps and still convey the right emotion.

anonymous asked:

there was a bird stuck in my house today and she was beautiful. so good and pure. i closed all the windows so the open door was the only light and she just popped right out. such a beauty. rusty red chest and a lil yellow beak. 10/10

i have tears in my eyes i love birds so much

Sweet Like Cherry Wine - Ladypigswagon - Steter - 24,207 words - 1/1

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.

He tries again, grinning when he gets the curve just right.

“Stiles, where are you my little wildflower?”