#mr. macaw

[photogracraft]

"Dystopian nether vacation destination" build part 2 Motel build.

#minecraft #screenshots #mizuno's 16 craft #complementary reimagined #my builds #nether #macaw's windows #mr crayfishs vehicles mod

[todaysbird]

so the thing is about a lot of animal 'experts' on tumblr, it's just random people with no experience that feel entitled to tell others about how to keep their animals. if this is seriously your career path/calling in life why is this the only place you talk about animals

Even though this wasn’t phrased particularly nicely, I get the point you’re trying to get across. I do ‘talk about animals’ in a professional capacity, I just don’t always share it here if it’s not relevant.

As far as knowledge about birds, I do have personal and professional experience. I personally have kept parrotlets and chickens (while the latter is boring to a lot of people, there IS a right and wrong way to care for chickens). Professionally, I hatched & raised chickens on a farm, and I volunteered with rescued parrots for about 3 years. My duties there were much the same as a parrot owner, just with over 300 birds present - cleaning cages, creating enrichment, feeding, preparing food, so on. I had the opportunity to work with species ranging from macaws to cockatiels. I’m a semester away from finishing my degree in Environmental Science, which taught me a lot about birds and wildlife generally. I’m also a certified Aviculturist through the American Federation of Aviculture. This is basically a certificate stating that I’ve completed training to breed/raise birds, and while I’m not personally a bird breeder, I have used this knowledge for professional opportunities. I understand this isn’t as exciting as being a field researcher, but I’m also in my early 20s and I have a less than ideal financial situation for a lot of internships.

Outside of birds, I do professionally write about animals in general. I’m a staff writer for DogTime, a regular guest writer for sister site CatTime, and I’ve written on a freelance basis for a lot of other animal publications. I have a short blurb on starlings in an upcoming book, which I’ll happily share details about when the time comes! I also worked my way up to have the knowledge I do about pets generally. I’ve volunteered with dogs and cats for more years than I can count, as well as previously working in a boarding kennel. My name besides Mr Todaysbird is Patrick Kuklinski, so if you want you can give me a Google to verify that yes I’m a real person and I have done these things.

While I definitely have a lot to learn, I have done the research on the opinions I share, and my intention is only to further knowledge of how to care for animals. There’s a reason I rarely share veterinary type knowledge, and it’s that I have 0 qualification to do so.

#asks

[hozaloza]

I'm forcing everyone to look at my Cranes pet/animal hcs Jasmine has a dog, cat and snake.

Thomas has a cat

Jasmine forced Thomas to make their cats have a play date. it was a success in Jasmine's words.

Thomas's cat is an orange and white tabby named Daisy.

Jasmine's pet names are: Dog- Mushu Cat- Meowvrick (He's a black cat with long fur, she had to name him after her boss <:sobbingBoss:1183934764386898000> ) Snake- Mr. Snoodle (She let her friend Jenifer pick this name. She regrets it afterwards 💀)

Jasmine used to have a big fluffy dog when she was a little kid. She was old but still energetic. She absolutely loved her. Sadly one day while on a walk, an unleashed dog tried attacking little Jasmine. Luckily her dog was there and defended her. Unfortunately, while her dog won, she was left heavily injured. She carried her back home (with struggle) and tried to help her, but it was too late. It took a lot of years after to get a new dog since she was heart broken

Jasmine kept a lot of centipedes in a little bucket and gave them names. They would always die and she cried every time (she was like 9) ((also she held funerals for them and completely forgot about them afterwords))

In 7th grade she went over to Thomas's house and saw that he had a pet bird. She loved spending her time with Cracker (Thomas named him 💀)

Oh yeah, Thomas had a pet bird named Cracker. He named him when he was 10.

Thomas would always bring home the most scrungkliest feral cats, and his parents would force him to let them back outside (he always cried bc he loved them a lot, even if they scratched his face up)

Jasmine and Ryan would always help him capture these cats. Mainly Ryan bc he knew what he was doing.

Ryan had a pet horse who he still visits to this day (horse was a baby when he got him)

Ryan is scared of every dog except his tiny little dachshund who he named Snake (he grew out of this fear eventually)

Ryan loved turtles as a kid. He had a pet turtle named Hank (they were kids ok--)

Ryan didn't like Thomas's bird as a kid (he bit his finger) Every time Ryan went to his cousin's house, he would immediately hide from their heeler dog (they lived on a ranch) Once while on the trampoline, his cousin's dog got on and Ryan started freaking out, struggling to get away since he was laying down.

He hates the rooster on his cousin's family ranch

Ryan took horse riding lessons

Maverick has a black axolotl who he named Latte (haha reference)

When Maverick was little, he was constantly surrounded by birds and other rain forestly type animals. He took care of 2 Scarlet Macaws that frequently visited his childhood home, a pet Capybara named Stinkle, and an Iguana named Chico

Maverick loves animals, give him a cat to play with and he melts immediately "Awhhh, aren't you a stinky little thing?? Yeah you don't like me, but I don't care. No one likes me either way!!" "Boss, we have to give the cat back" "No, she's mine now." "Boss--" "Ryan, can't you see we're bonding??" He says as the furious little kitten is biting him

Maverick is scared of horses (a horse licked him when he was little)

He LOVES cranes. He absolutely loves them. It's been his dream to have one as a pet, but sadly the only cranes that lives in the states is the sandhill crane and whooping crane, and they're illegal to own as pets. (He'll get one eventually)

When he got to see a crane up close once, his fixiation started HARD. Bring up a crane in discussion and he'll list off all the facts about them from the top of his head.

The crane trio gave him the axolotl for his birthday. Maverick didn't like aquatic type animals, so he was sorta pissed at first. But when he saw the axolotl was black, he fell in love. "You got me a fish…?" "Well, not really, it's an axolotl!" "…Whatever it is, I don't want that disgusting--" Sees it's black "….You're my baby now. I'm naming you Latte. I'll build an entire ecosystem for you, and we'll talk about cranes together." "…Told you he'll love it."

Alex is scared of cats (he got chased by an orange kitten when he was little)

He really likes Cheetahs, their swiftness intrigue him

He really wants a pet dog, but never found the time to make room for one (his job 💔 )

When Ryan and Alex move in together after this hell, Ryan got him a Golden Shepard breed, and Alex loved her (he cried when he held her in his arms)

Alex and Ryan are dog parents

They got a Doberman after

Crows are fairly fond of Alex, they constantly bring him little shiny jewels since he feeds them

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That's all I have for now </3

#school bus graveyard #webtoon #origami cranes #ryan sbg #mr. thomas #alex laurier #boss sbg #maverick sbg #jasmine sbg #Cranes #animals #pet hcs #hcs #headcanon

[machathecat]

home is wherever I'm with you (part 2)

part 1

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Flor woke up- in Jeremy's arms- his head in they're chest fluff-

it took him a few seconds to even 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 what was happening, then he backed away from them and turned back to the other side of the bed so quickly flor almost fell off of it.He acted like he was still asleep, which was kinda hard when he was shaking like hell and flora heart was beating so fast you could almost hear it outside of his body as he was trying to understand what the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 just happened. He heard Jeremy waking up and completely froze.

"did you slept well ?" they yawned.Mr flower didn't really knew how to react for a second or two, still panicking over how he just woke up, but he managed to stutter a "yeah" which was probably the best flor could do woth the level of anxiety he had at the moment.

"no but because with how much sore my arm is i have the feeling 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 may have used it as pillow last night.." They added with a sarcastic tone. Mr flower got up from the bad probably as fast he physically could and shouted:

"im making breakfast" and almost ran up to flor cupboard to grab two mugs and rushed to the fridge to get milk, poured it down and practically trew the cups one by one into the microwave, overthinking this whole situation again while they were heating up and trying to hide the fact he was blushing like crazy.He was putting chocolate powder in their drinks flor heard Jeremy sitting down at the table in his dining room, it didn't took long for him to finish preparing the choccy milks and to go sit with them.

They both sat at the table and drank their hot chocolates in silence for a few awkward minutes before Jeremy said something.

"so about last night -"

"we are not going to talk about that." Mr flower shouted back taking a sip from flor drink as an attempt to dodge anymore questions.

"you know you're really bad at hiding the fact you have a crush? you're blushing so much you look like a hyacinth macaw." They said back giggling as mr flower choked on his chocolate.

"I-W-WHAT I DON'T - I don't have a crush on you!! what even is a hyacinth macaw?!"

"It's just a very blue macaw specie. I like birds. and don't try to change the subject"

"I was just clinging you because you stole the blanket and i had no other way to keep warm!"

"Of course" Jeremy replied rolling they're eyes as they finished they're drink.

"I gotta leave now, it's gonna take a long time to rebuild my whole roof, and also cleaning out all the mess..."

As they started heading out to the door, mr flower quickly got up and grabbed their arm without even thinking about it, like a reflex. Jeremy stopped and turned back, confused. When he realized what flor has done Mr flower released they're arm as quickly he had gripped it and then went about 10 seconds which felt like hours of awkward staring between them, no one knew what to say.

"..uh... do..do you want to help me..?" Jeremy asked.Flor noded and ran to the bedroom and quickly changed to warm clothes, relieved to being able to get out of the uncomfortable situation.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

..He was starting to overthink once again as he walked up to Jeremy and they both got out of the house in direction of the forest, and as the morning breeze blown through Jeremy's fur, Flor started to have thoughts he shouldn't have again.

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Once again please reblog I worked really hard on that TwT /nf!

#twomp #the world of mr plant #twomrp #world of mr plant #Mr flower twomp #Jeremy twomp #Mr flower blush is blue lmao

[edward-hydes-letters]

Dear Mr. Hyde, what are your opinions on frankenstein’s creature? any postive \ negative remarks? i hope this letter finds you well and best regards,

-Macaw.

Creature can definitely clock someone into a wall, I’ll give him that! If Moreau didn’t have that fucking flamethrower, he would have buried that vivisectionist six feet under!

I don’t have much of an opinion besides that. Never talked to the bloke.

I wonder how he feels about his creator butting in on Jekyll’s private affairs…

-Mr. Edward Hyde

#the glass scientists #tgs hyde #tgs #plot thread: to the countryside

[violent-backed-starling]

Winged AU - Fantasy High

So I have a few scattered thoughts about this au, so I'm spewing them out here.

So let's start with Adaine. So her parents suck ass right? Well I bet that they would literally ground her by clipping her primary feathers after she didn't get into Hudol. I also think that her wings prior to her becoming the oracle were a grey color, but as new feathers come in as she molts her wings would look more and more like that of a Spix's Macaw. I fully believe that Her wings would be clipped again when she was held in Calethriel Tower and Gorgug carried her out as the Bad Kids flew away.

Next up: Gorgug! My man's wings are those of harpy eagle's. He is a big strong boy and needs big strong wings. I fully believe that growing up was clumsy as hell with those fuckers!! I think that at a certain point his parents were asked to have Gorgug bind his wings when he went to school. Instead, Wilma and Digby, being the loving parents that they are, artificed their boy a hoodie of wing holding so that he could just wear that and it would have an extra-dimensional space for his wings. A nice bonus was that the mean kids at school could no longer pull out his feathers.

My girl Fig was thought to have pheasant wings like her mom when she was growing and assumed to be an elf. Instead about the time her horns came in so did the talons on her wings. She has the wings of a Hoatzin. I personally believe that she keeps the little talons that actual Hoatzins lose when they become adults.

Fabian Aramais Seacaster has the wings of a snow petrel. A sea bird, just like his papa. They are just a little more elegant, which he gets from his mama. I fully believe that he learns to dance with them whilst in Kei Lumennura with his grandpapa and mama. I think that the persona who actually taught him to fly was Cathilda, icon that she is.

I fully believe that part of Kristen's whole being chosen by Helio was shown in her wings. I think that she got beautiful green wings like that of a corn husk (Green Jay) up until she switched to be Saint Kristen Applebees of Cassandra. Her wings switched to more closely resemble those of a Steller's Jay. I think that her parents did try to clip her wings before she finally moved in with Fig and Gilear at the Strongtower Luxury Apartments

One Mr. Riz Gukgak is a badass through and through just like his parents. And his wings are built for badassery. They are rose gold saker falcon wings. He is fast as hell and he had to be cause if he wasn't they ya know, bullies would be dicks to my guy.

That's all I have for now folks!! Feel free to add on if you wanna!!

#d20 fantasy high #d20 fhsy #fantasy high sophomore year #the bad kids

[sundove88]

Chicken Run (Sundove88’s Version) Casting

In honor of Chicken Run: Dawn of The Nugget!🐔

Award-winning Golden Feather Studios animation from the Blue Sky team, telling the story of a band of cartoon birds doomed to a life of egg-laying on a Yorkshire bird farm. When a flamboyant American Macaw arrives on the scene, the others hope he can teach them to fly to freedom. However, when a chicken-pie making machine is installed, their need becomes urgent and they must devise other means of escape.

Having escaped from the farm, Jewel and Blu welcome a new little adventurer into their lives. Back on the mainland, the whole of cartoon bird-kind faces a terrible new threat.

Jewel as Ginger (Rio)

Blu as Rocky Rhodes (Rio)

Northa as Mrs. Tweedy (Fresh PreCure)

George Kurai as Mr. Tweedy (HUGtto! Precure)

Westar and Soular as Themselves/Mrs. Tweedy’s Employees (Fresh PreCure)

Skipper Riley as Fowler (Planes)

Boomer Kuwanger as Nick (Mega Man X)

Gravity Beetle as Fetcher (Mega Man X3)

Rosalina as Babs (Super Mario Galaxy)

Captain Ice Cookie as Bunty (Cookie Run)

Olive Cookie as Mac (Cookie Run)

Nebusoku as Edwina (Healin Good PreCure)

Various Other Animals as The Other Chickens

Lumine as Daniel Spoon (Mega Man X8)

Willow as Molly (Angry Birds Stella)

Dahlia as Frizzle (Angry Birds Stella)

Klein as Dr. Fry (Fresh PreCure)

Dr. Traum as Reginald Smith (HUGtto! Precure)

Charaleet, Papple, Gelos, JinJin, Takumi, Daigan, Bicine, and Listol as Themselves/Reginald Smith’s Employees (HUGtto! Precure)

Peppermint Cookie as The Commercial Boy (Cookie Run)

Splash Woman as The Commercial Mom (Mega Man 9)

Here’s your hint for the next casting (It’s Pixar):

🤖🌱🚀

#crossover casting #parody #Dreamworks #aardman #chicken run #chicken run 2 #chicken run dawn of the nugget #blue sky #Rio #precure #fresh PreCure #hugtto precure #Disney #planes #Disney planes #mega man x #mega man x3 #super mario galaxy #cookie run #healin good PreCure #megaman x8 #angry birds Stella #mega man #mega man 9

[sophieswundergarten]

MBS Humans as BIRDS Because I have been thinking about this for a bit and you can't stop me

Also, normally I would be factoring in sexual dimorphism for accuracy, but not today. We're not even worrying about size or anything today. Today it's all about aesthetics :)

Reynie - Cactus Wren

Sticky - Whip-poor-will

Kate - Caique

Constance - Galah Cockatoo

Mr. Benedict - Kākāpō

Number Two - Rufous hummingbird

Rhonda - Secretary Bird

Milligan - Philippine Eagle

Miss Perumal - Hoopoe

Curtain - Spix's macaw

Garrison - Monk parakeet/Quaker parrot

SQ - Kestrel

Martina - European Starling

Jackson - Killdeer

Jillson - Little ringed plover

Jeffers - Rock Pigeon

Ten Men - Barred Owls

#I just have too much of my brain files devoted to birds #I wanted to do the individual Ten Men but I couldn't quite figure out how #Maybe I will in a bit #This started because I was thinking about how much Number Two reminds me of a hummingbird #Because they are super fast and maneuverable and awesome #But that comes at the price of an insanely high metabolism and the need to eat every ten/fifteen minutes #Also I picked Secretary birds partially for their fantastic snake stomping skills #kākāpōs are flightless birds which I felt was a good fit for Mr. Benedict because of how open he is about his narcolepsy #I would have tried to choose another flightless bird for Curtain but I knew I'd get into a research spiral #There's a reason I restricted myself to just aesthetic matches :) #I don't have any clue why Sticky's a whippoorwill it just IMMEDIATELY came to me that that had to be his bird #SQ being a kestrel has many thematic details I think but I can't get into all of them right now #Anyways I'm going to stop now #I hope this wasn't too insane my brain decided to be stupid again sorry #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #reynie muldoon #sticky washington #kate wetherall #constance contraire #mr. benedict #nicholas benedict #number two #rhonda kazembe #milligan #milligan wetherall #miss perumal #dipika perumal #ld curtain #nathaniel benedict

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: The Triple Tandem Strike! (DuckTales 17)

Originally published in the Team Science Zine. GET THE ZINE HERE!

READ NOW ON AO3!

The sliding glass doors parted, blowing the stale air of wood wax, burnt fluorescent bulbs, and haggis into the faces of Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Gyro Gearloose, and Fethry Duck. Lil Bulb couldn’t smell this strong mish-mash because they didn’t have nostrils. Yet.

Gyro crinkled his beak and exhaled sharply through his nose. “Somehow,” he said, “this smells exactly like a bowling alley Mr. McDuck purchased from Flintheart Glomgold.”

“I think that’s a more telling sign,” said Fenton, pointing straight ahead. Indeed, across the back wall of the 20 bowling lanes, sometimes blocked by attendants passing dressed in full highland wear, was a mural of rolling green Scottish hills backed by a blazing sunset.

“It’s got charm,” said Fethry as they approached the main counter. “It’s homey.”

Gyro rolled his eyes. “If you like Glomgold’s Scotland, which no one does.”

“I’m sure these people would love to lose the kilts as soon as possible,” Fenton concurred.

“Ain’t that the truth,” said the shaggy-haired attendant, adjusting his kilt. “We blame the high turnover on the itchiness alone. Anyway, what can we do ya for?”

“Hour rental and three pairs of shoes,” Gyro deadpanned.

The attendant smirked in surprise before fishing the shoes from below. “What’s his deal?” he asked.

“He just doesn’t like bowling,” said Fenton.

“My work outing preference was maliciously overruled,” Gyro grumbled.

“Well, I see it as democracy prevailing,” said Fethry.

“A nephew of McDuck would say that,” Gyro sneered.

Fenton stepped in between the two. “O-o-okay, we all deserve this break from work. We are going to relax and have fun, and nothing will go wrong, alright?”

“Sure thing!” said Fethry.

Gyro crossed his arms. “Fine.”

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Across the lanes, a white ball with baby blue streaks slammed into the deck and hooked to the left into the gutter. It took the roll of shame all the way to the end and every single pin remained, solid, mocking its thrower.

“Come on!” crowed Mark Beaks, punching the air. “Throwing a ball into some lousy pins should not be this hard!”

Falcon Graves’ eye twitched as the grating squawk of his employer broke his concentration on his target. “It might be for someone who’s never done any exercise.”

Mark stomped over to his bodyguard. “Hey, a billionaire’s thing is exercising without doing dumb real exercise. Mark Beaks will not follow the normies and golf!”

Falcon sighed and closed his assassin mobile game to give his boss his full attention. “You destroyed a mini golf windmill because you went five over par.”

Mark pointed a finger in Falcon’s face. “Shut your mouth! You’re just like my dad!”

“That’s what you said last time,” Falcon mumbled, not paying attention anymore.

Mark huffed, marching to the ball rack, dark clouds storming above his head. “I’ll show those loser boomers. I can do sports. I can be a well-rounded billionaire.” He shoved a kid down by his face and carried the heaviest ball he could find back to his lane.

Or rather, as Fethry observed while holding a ball to his ear, “Fascinating. It’s like a jellyfish dragging a brain coral across the ocean floor.”

Fenton looked up from the tablet and saw the struggling gray macaw heave the great sphere on his ball machine and collapse to his knees, panting. “I’d almost feel bad for Mark if it weren’t for the thieving of my concepts, the numerous assaults on me and my friends’ lives, and what’s worse, the microaggressions.” Fenton shuddered at the memory.

Gyro tugged the laces of his bowling shoes tight and stood up. “He’s a petulant baby. If we don’t pay attention to him, hopefully he’ll give up and leave.”

“You’re right,” said Fenton, shaking his head and giving the touchscreen some final taps to officially start their game. “Your turn first, Fethry!”

Fethry looked back and sauntered over. “The book I read beforehand says to find a ball that speaks to you.” He held out a red ball, scuffed with years of use. “And this one says, ‘I’m a star!’”

“Are you sure it didn’t just sound like the ocean?” Gyro quipped.

“It’s your first time, right?” said Fenton, sitting on the tartan-wrapped bench. “Focus on throwing it straight. Good luck!”

“If it goes anywhere besides the lanes besides, I’ll be surprised,” Gyro whispered. Fenton elbowed him as Fethry stepped up and checked his aim. He chucked his ball with all the grace of a sea lion and it traveled straight and true on its way to bowling over every pin.

“I know that! That’s a strike!” Fethry cheered, hopping from foot to foot. “Boyoboy!”

Gyro cleared his throat and Fenton clapped. “Way to go, Fethry!”

Fethry beamed and walked back as Gyro took his ball to the lane. He eased into a wide stance and heaved it down the center with both hands. It rolled at a snail’s pace and curved to the left, clipping one pin.

Gyro sniffed. “Sports are not scientific,” he said, returning to his seat.

Fenton stepped up and threw his ball with enthusiasm. It looked good and true and resulted in a 7-10 split. Fenton placed his hands on his hips. Strike up above him, one pin just below… “And here I am, stuck in the middle with you,” he said.

Crunching and crashing bellowed immediately followed by a deafening roar. Fenton whipped his head around to see a giant Mark Beaks rip his shirt off and send plastic chairs flying with one swipe of his bulging, muscular arm. Bystanders howled in fear and ran for any cover still standing. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, a falcon in a suit bolted toward them and shouted, “Get down!”

He was tackled along with Gyro and Fethry before he could think, hitting the deck hard as a bowling ball clattered down next to them and rolled away. 

“I apologize for this,” said Falcon, “he did this the last time as well. And then sued the mini golf after his rampage. And lost.”

Gyro picked up his hat. “I’m sure if we keep our heads down and don’t let him see us, we can get out safely. Then McDuck can write this off or something.”

“But then where will Duckburg bowl?” Fethry asked.

“They’ll play a board game, like normal people!” Gyro hissed.

“No, Fethry’s right!” said Fenton, wriggling out of Falcon’s hold.

“You didn’t bring the suit, though!” said Gyro. “Stop him, whoever you are!”

Falcon let Fenton go and shrugged at Gyro. “Mark doesn’t pay me enough for that.”

Fenton emerged from behind the bench and pointed at the behemoth Beaks. “HEY, YOU!”

Mark dropped the balls in his arms and turned to Fenton, his beak curling into a devious grin. “Well, hey there, Gizmoloser!” he mocked, his timbre unaffected by his body’s growth. “Long time no beat!”

I’ll take “Gizmoloser” any day over “amigo,” Fenton thought before declaring, “You’d better stop this temper tantrum of yours, or you’ll be sorry!”

“Pffft! Big words against a big manly man like Megabeaks!” He snatched up the heaviest ball and threw it like a baseball at the pins. It was the perfect intimidating move. The pins collapsed in a great crash, and suddenly, Megabeaks’ puny brain had a brain blast. “You know what? I’m pretty good at this now.”

He looked back at Fenton, whose eyes were wide at the display of utter and absolute skill. “You wanna take this on? Let’s do it! First to a turkey gets to brag about this on social media, and I won’t take it down.”

“Alright then,” said Fenton, not sure what exactly he was getting into.

“Falcon!” Megabeaks called out. “Where’d you go?!”

Falcon popped up, holding Fethry and Gyro in each hand by their scruffs.

Fethry looked to Falcon and then to Megabeaks. “Do either of you perchance read Mass in Minutes by Arnold Schwarzenebird?”

“Know what?” said Megabeaks, “I’ll even let your nerd friends be on your team. I can beat anyone like this, no British bodyguards needed!”

Falcon dropped them, visibly offended. “Right. I’ll be over here then,” he said tersely as he walked toward the front counter.

“You know he’s gonna call the police, right?” asked Gyro.

“As if, losers!” Megabeaks scoffed. “I pay his dry cleaning bills! BWAHAHAHAHA!”

Fenton was embarrassed for him as he gathered his friends in a huddle. “I was scared the first time, but he's truly pathetic.”

“Is Falcon really gonna call the police?” Fethry asked.

“I promised him a 20% raise. We could use a bodyguard,” said Gyro. “McDuck authorized me to.”

Fenton shrugged. “Money talks.”

Gyro nodded. “So we just have to stall long enough for the police to nab him.”

“But we can beat him!” said Fethry.

“Absolutely not!” Gyro snapped. “Do not get a big head because you bowled a strike on your first throw!”

“But I know a special throw from my book! The triple tandem strike! Lookit…”

Megabeaks tapped his fingers against his arm as the science nerds seemed to be taking forever in their little huddle. “Are you telling your dumb life stories to each other? FACE ME!”

“Break!” said Fethry, and the trio lined up, ready for battle.

Megabeaks grabbed a ball and grinned devilishly. “You go first.”

“Okay, everyone,” said Fethry, “just like we planned. Ready?”

“This defies all logic but I’m ready,” Gyro said, placing his green ball on the foul line.

Fenton set his down next to Gyro’s. “Let’s go, Fethry!” The two stepped to the side, placing their trust in their most eccentric colleague.

Fethry steeled his gaze at the two balls and raised his own. “Limber…loose…feet apart.”

“GET ON WITH IT!” Megabeaks bellowed.

Fethry wasn’t fazed. “10:00…2:00, quarter to three, tour jeté, twist, pas de deux, I'm a little teapot!”

Megabeaks was stunned at the display of pure buffoonery that was Fethry waving his ball around in some freak dance, but now it was at the apex.

“Now the windup…and let 'er fly!” The ball left Fethry’s hand and whizzed toward the balls. It connected perfectly, sending each one to the lanes on either side. They hit their marks, felling each set of pins like they were made of marshmallows, while Fethry’s ball arched over the middle lane, reaching earth again in a sea of tumbling pins. Not one withstood the onslaught.

Fenton and Gyro cheered and high-fived. Fethry wiped his hand on his blazer and crossed his arms. “Perfect.”

Megabeaks stood like a gobsmacked statue before picking his jaw up off the floor. “PRACTICER!” he fumed, “You rehearsed that knowing I’d be here!”

“Mark Beaks,” said Gyro, shaking his head. "I knew you were stupid, but even you’ve impressed me.”

“It’s the triple tandem strike,” said Fethry, “invented by 15-time champion bowler George Geef, and it’s regulation- Oops!”

Fethry was hastily hoisted into the air by his front and came face-to-face with a steaming Megabeaks.

“I’LL REGULATION YOUR FACE, YOU LOW-DOWN, LUCKY, CRINGE, BOOMER, NO-RIZZ-“

POP!

Fethry yelped as Mark’s arm began to curdle like bad oatmeal, then a chorus of popcorn-like bangs chorused around them and Fethry saw the ground getting closer. As the popping died down and the smoke cleared, Fethry felt his feet touch the floor and beheld a normal, scrawny, weakling Mark Beaks, wearing tatters for clothes. Fethry took that moment to wipe excess spittle from his bill.

Mark looked like he might cry. “I-it lasted longer last time.”

Sirens grew in volume and suddenly, the doors burst open. “POLICE! Come out with your hands up!”

Thus Mark Beaks was carted off to jail for the second time that year. When Scrooge arrived a few moments later, he assured the team that he would wring every last dollar out of the Waddle CEO possible, and use it to remodel the bowling alley into something Duckburg could be proud of.

+++

Back at the lab, the three scientists were gathered around the coffee station, sipping their mugs in contentment. Gyro broke the silence with, “I must say, if that’s what bowling can be, I may actually take it up.”

“And I can be your teacher!” said Fethry. “The book I read will have you a pro in no time!”

“Whatever you say,” said Gyro.

“Good job, Fethry,” said Fenton. 

The three raised their glasses to a fun outing and to the beauty of hitting billionaires where it hurt: damages and legal fees.

#ducktales #dt17 #fanfiction #disney ducks #duckverse #fenton crackshell cabrera #gyro gearloose #fethry duck #lil bulb #mark beaks #megabeaks #falcon graves #scrooge mcduck #team science zine

[lichfucker]

well I'd had a completely different title set for parrotfic for literal months but now I must change it. it must now be a reference to the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. so.

(the line "A still and awful red" (re: the color of water) is so good and I love it so much but it feels too much like a Fanfic Title y'know what I mean? like. unrelated song lyric du jour. but if I make it A Still and Awful Red Macaw it's about parrots again so it's fine lsdfksf)

I'm just. I'm just losing my mind. I'm. mr coleridge you are killing me

#bluh bluh #parrotfic tag

[photogracraft]

"Dystopian nether vacation destination" build part 31 Extras

#minecraft #screenshots #mizuno's 16 craft #complementary shaders #nether #my builds #mr crayfishs furniture #macaws fences #mr crayfishs vehicles #fairylights

[plainshobbit]

Oops! Lost track of the days. Guess I should start posting my notes. 😅

The Blue Castle Chapter 1:

It is in fact raining as I begin the book. Adds some lovely atmosphere. 🌧⛈️🌧

OK. Now it's just weird. It also happens to be "in the lifeless, hopeless hour just preceding dawn" and I have "not slept very well". In fact about the only thing in this second paragraph I don't resemble is her age. I'm a little bit older 😅 And my birthday isn't for a couple months.

And she was afraid her mother would notice her red eyes at breakfast and keep at her with minute, persistent, mosquito-like questions regarding the cause thereof.

This is also painfully relatable. Although my mother's badgering is more reminiscent of an ill-tempered macaw. 😑🦜

But her laughter was very superficial and presently she lay there, a huddled, futile little figure, listening to the rain pouring down outside and watching, with a sick distaste, the chill, merciless light creeping into her ugly, sordid room.

The bitter "laugh-cry". The sheer depressing hopelessly trapped sense of her room that she never really make her room.

Her mother could not brook opposition. Mrs. Stirling would sulk for days if offended, with the airs of an insulted duchess.

My ill-tempered macaw would give Mrs. Stirling would a run for her money. Nobody holds a grudge (even especially an imagined one) like my mother.

People who wanted to be alone, so Mrs. Frederick Stirling and Cousin Stickles believed, could only want to be alone for some sinister purpose. But her room in the Blue Castle was everything a room should be.

Heaven help the introvert who just needs a few minutes alone to decompress.

Especially when the family is The Worst.

(Random side note: One of my cats will deliberately lock himself in the bathroom when his feline siblings are being JUST. TOO. MUCH. It's a frequent occurrence.)

We all need our "Blue Castles" sometimes.

The moment when a woman realises that she has nothing to live for—neither love, duty, purpose nor hope—holds for her the bitterness of death.

“And I just have to go on living because I can’t stop. I may have to live eighty years,” thought Valancy, in a kind of panic. “We’re all horribly long-lived. It sickens me to think of it.”

Hello, Ironic Foreshadowing.👀

And Valancy had long ago decided that she would rather offend God than Aunt Wellington, because God might forgive her but Aunt Wellington never would.

💀🤣 Montgomery's commentary kills.

#Blue Castle Book Club #the blue castle #chapter 1

[dwampyverse-tournaments]

Best (Tertiary) Phineas and Ferb Character Tournament: Round 1

June 2

Beckham Fletcher vs. Beckham Fletcher

Pele Fletcher vs. Pele Fletcher

Beckham Fletcher vs. Eliza Fletcher

Super Super Big Doctor's Brother vs. Super Super Big Doctor's Brother

Suzy's Poodle vs. Brown Family's Dog

Annabelle Johnson vs. Nicolette Johnson

Hawkeye Johnson vs. Jack Johnson

Adrien Fletcher vs. Lucy Fletcher

June 3

Doofenshmirtz's date vs. Doofenshmirtz's evil date

Xavier Johnson vs. Fred Johnson

Newton the Gnu vs. Harry the Hyena

Karen the Cat vs. Maggie the Macaw

Admiral Acronym vs. Balthazar Harowitz

Candroid vs. Robot Candace

Brigitte vs. Garbog

Jose Doofenshmirtz vs. Lorraine

June 4

Thaddeus vs. Thor

Mr. Garcia-Shapiro vs. Mr. Tjinder

Normbots vs. Norm's old head

Mrs. Feyersied vs. Nana Shapiro

Biff vs. Biffany van Stomm

Lil' Sparks Melissa vs. Mishti Patel

Farmer's Wife vs. Flower Vendor

Carla vs. Coltrane

June 6

Beppo Brown vs. Bob Webber

Dr. Hirano vs. Mrs. Tjinder

Mr. Random vs. Professor Mystery

Planty the Potted Plant vs. Terry the Turtle

Albert Dubois vs. Alice

Amanda Johnson vs. Esmeralda Poofenplotz

Johnny vs. Steve

Tristan vs. T-shirt Cannon Guy

Talking Zebra vs. Wendy (Slushydawg girl)

#pnf #pnf characters #pnf characters tournament #phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #poll #poll tournament #tournament poll #poll bracket #dwampyverse tournament

[101flavoursofweird]

If you're still doing requests, can I request “You know, you can stay if you want to.” for Rook and Bishop? Thank you.

((Sorry for the wait, but thank you for the prompt! It’s always so much fun to write about Rook and Bishop. Your blog is such a great resource for their characters, and I included some headcanons from your Hastings family au It’s canon in my heart. I also included a small OC cameo :D))

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Set: After Azran Legacy and after Rook and Bishops’ bonus episode.

Spoilers: Vaguely for Miracle Mask and AL, concerning Targent, Rook and Bishop

Warnings: Short discussions about guns I don’t know

Description: Rook and Bishop go to join Scotland Yard, but Bishop isn’t sure he’s cut out for the job. (Rook is Macaw and Bishop is Robin, in the US version of the game.)

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If you asked Bishop, the stone steps leading up to Scotland Yard seemed to go higher than the Nest. Bishop had never been scared of heights, but something about those steps, the authoritative blue doors, and the venerable red building made his limbs turn to jelly.

He pressed his knees together and straightened his back, standing to attention— just like they had trained him in Targent. 

This was something Bishop had seen police officers do as well, along with a salute. Maybe working at Scotland Yard wouldn’t be too different from Targent…?

Bishop wasn’t sure whether he found that reassuring or not.

It didn’t matter— as long as he had Rook beside him!

Stealing a glance at his partner, Bishop saw that Rook’s face was set with resolve as he stared up at the police headquarters. 

(It was still odd seeing Rook’s dark brown eyes…)

Rook, like Bishop, had removed his black sunglasses.

Rook, unlike Bishop, had adopted a stance of cool determination, like he was meant to be here.

Gritting his teeth, Bishop glanced around. There was a constable posted outside  Scotland Yard’s front door, and a man in a blue hoodie inspecting the bus timetable, but other than that, no one else was near them.

To any observers, Rook and Bishop must have looked like innocent civilians visiting Scotland Yard. (Right?) 

After dumping their… borrowed Zeppelin in a park, the pair had ditched their Targent uniforms in favour of plain outfits from a charity shop. Rook had chosen a green coat and maroon trousers (A colour combination that really suited him!) while Bishop had gone with a sky blue jacket and jeans. (Blue was still his favourite!) 

Using their last dregs of loose change, they had paid for the clothes, fair and square.

Now they were completely broke, but they were going to get new careers at Scotland Yard, so it was fine. Rook had said they would be fine.

…Unless someone in the police force recognised them— or a stray agent from Targent!

‘Detective Inspector’ Bloom had been arrested, along with Tommy’s gang of hitmen, but that didn’t mean Rook and Bishop were safe! Targent still had loads of assassins in their employ… 

“Chill, Bishop,” Rook breathed.

“Don’t call me that,” Bishop gasped, casting his gaze around again. “We should come up with new code names…”

“Normal people don’t have code names,” Rook reminded him.

“Shhh!”

Was Blue Hoodie Man looking their way? How long did it take to check a bus timetable? Bishop observed the man from the corner of his eye. (Something was familiar about him…)

“Your new name could be Sketchy,” Rook said.

Bishop elbowed him in the side. “That’s not funny!”

“Heh…” Rook snickered. When Bishop kept scowling at him, Rook suggested, “Alright— what about Mr. Hastings?”

Bishop hummed. He was always rushing around… and Rook was always rushing after him. 

Smiling, Bishop nodded. “I like it! You should be Hastings too.”

“I…” Rook’s face reddened. He reached for his forehead, only to remember he’d lost his cap. “I guess…”

“Aren’t we going to need some new ID?” Bishop wondered. “They won’t let us work at Scotland Yard without it, will they?”

Rook slapped his head. “You’re right…”

The man in the blue hoodie finally strolled off.

���Ah, well!” Bishop sighed with relief, slouching. “We’ll just have to find a job that gives cash in hand…” He turned away from the steps, but Rook stayed right where he was. “Rook?”

Rook kept gazing up at Scotland Yard. “I really thought… we could make a difference,” Rook mumbled. “That we could be different…”

“We still can be!” Bishop tugged on Rook’s arm. “Just not here…”

The constable guarding the front door glanced down at them. Bishop lowered his voice.

“Even if we did have some ID, I don’t think Scotland Yard would accept us—“

“Why not?” Rook grumbled. “What’s Leonard Bloom got that we haven’t?”

Bishop listed, “A university degree… a fancy suit… endless charisma… and he’s incredibly crafty…” (Second only to Professor Layton!)

“Yeah, like a weasel. We won’t let the police down!” Rook clenched his fists, squared his shoulders and held his head high. He looked ready to march in and sell himself to Scotland Yard. 

Reluctantly, Bishop released Rook’s arm. “You won’t let them down.”

Bishop started to trudge away from the steps— away from Rook— but Rook threw his arm out like a barrier, stopping him.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now, Bishop!”

“I never was cut out for this,” Bishop quietly admitted.

Back at the Nest, when Rook had suggested they should leave Targent, Bishop had been so excited at the prospect of them starting a new life together that he hadn’t put much consideration into Rook’s plan to join Scotland Yard.

Yes, Bishop still wanted to be a good person, but the thought of chasing after criminals (potentially their former colleagues) and being bossed around by police higher-ups… wasn’t very appealing, honestly.

Life would never be easy, but Bishop had hoped they would find some freedom.

If Rook truly wished to be a part of Scotland Yard, though… Bishop had to let him go.

Bishop smiled weakly at Rook. “You know, you can stay if you want to,” Bishop whispered. “Scotland Yard would be lucky to have you. You’re way smarter than me— smarter than Bloom, even— and you’re a thousand times more loyal—“

“You’re loyal too!” Rook took him by the shoulders. “You’re diligent and positive and— and you’re a good person! The best person I know!” 

Bishop shook his head dejectedly. “Good people don’t threaten animals and— and other people with guns.” 

Rook gaped at him.

The constable on the stairs was scribbling something in his notebook. Maybe he was writing down Bishop’s confession.

“But… but you didn’t,” Rook breathed. His hands were digging into Bishop’s shoulders now. “Did you?”

“The big dog in Torrido?” Bishop recalled.

“He was going to rip our heads off!”

Bishop winced. “In— in Froenborg, I pointed my gun at Professor Layton and his friends—“

“So did I! So every other agent following Bronev’s orders!” Rook growled.

“But you never— shot at anyone,” Bishop argued. He swallowed. “I shot at Jean Descole, back at Akbadain—“

“Jean Descole?” Rook snorted. “Wanted Criminal— Jean Descole?”

Bishop shrugged.

Rook went on, “As far as I’m aware, Descole escaped from Akbadain— almost like you and the rest of the army missed him on purpose.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Bishop murmured. “I just… hadn’t fired at anyone before…”

“Or since,” Rook said firmly. 

Bishop nodded. Rook patted him on the cheek.

“You are a good person, Bishop,” Rook repeated. He looked up at Scotland Yard once more. “But maybe you’re right— I don’t think you’d cope with police work. Not sure if I would either, actually…”

Hope stirred within Bishop. “C-Could we think on it?”

Rook nodded. “We’ll leave it for a little while— find a place to lay low and get some new ID—“

“We can stay with my mum,” Bishop said, brightening up even more. “She lives in Surrey— that’s not too far from London!”

He grabbed Rook by the arm again.

“If you say so,” Rook chuckled. He got one last glimpse of Scotland Yard before Bishop dragged him towards the nearest train station. 

-

Dear Sirs,

Please find enclosed two passports, a marriage certificate and other relevant identity documents for Mr. B Hastings and Mr. R Hastings. 

You will find that your minimal criminal records have been wiped clean from all systems. 

Should you wish to apply for a position within the police force, you will not face any opposition…

However, might I suggest a career in the entertainment industry instead? I believe you two have comedic potential. If you are interested, please see below the contact details for a trusted agent…

Rook’s eyes narrowed as he read the letter Bishop had just handed him. As promised, the letter came with all the identification documents Rook and Bishop could ever need to start their new lives.

“So… What do you think?” Bishop asked when Rook was finished.

Rook hummed. The sender hadn’t included their name or a return address, but there was a phone number, apparently belonging to an agent.

Not a Targent agent, but casting agency, for actors.

“If someone is setting a trap for us,” they’re going about it in a very roundabout way,” Rook reasoned.

And if the letter-writer wanted them dead… well, they already knew where Rook, Bishop and Bishop’s mum lived. Why bother going through the trouble of securing Rook and Bishop their new identities, just to kill them off?

Would the letter-writer expect them to return the favour years down the line? Were they hoping Rook and Bishop would make it big as actors one day?

The two of them could take the chance. Acting was a far less dangerous profession than being a police office… and Bishop would probably be happier too. 

“Um, Rook…”

Rook looked at Bishop, who was beaming.

His partner said, “Are we, like, actually married now?”

#professor layton #rook #bishop #rook/bishop #Robin #Macaw #Rook (professor Layton) #Bishop (professor Layton) #Targent #They’re are MARRIED and they adopt a young Ercule Hastings #I don’t care what LMJ canon says #When Bishop mentions Bloom’s ‘charisma’ he may be referring to Bloom’s… methods… of climbing to the top #Where is the comic of Bishop’s mum #Where is it #Answers #Thanks! #requests #My fics #Jun Duan #My boy’s still working for the intelligence agency and helping out good ex-Targent members

[honeymochibubbletea]

Eyyy guess what sweethearts? It’s rambling time! >:)

(And also at 3 am as i am writing this hahaha…🥲)

So, so, HEAR. ME. OUT. OKAY?

I had some ideas for some fanfics and “fake” movie posters drawings… but mostly ideas for some AUs that i was thinking about lately…

Here’s the first one: Rio and Chicken run: dawn of the nuggets swap AU… i know, i know, you may be wondering “WHAAA? Honey mochi, are you serious?” And yes: yes i am DEAD serious! C’mon think about it: I’ll even write a small synopsis of how the events of both films would work out:

“In a world where exotic animal trafficking doesn’t exist but on the other hand is encouraged exotic animal sale for consumption, there’s a captivity located in Brazil where: two blue macaws; a red-crested cardinal; a yellow canary and a toucan are planning the greatest escape and a revolution to free all birds from humans from becoming nuggets!” (Also we would have a Brazilian Mrs. Tweedy! :D nah just kidding, she would still be British but like… she would live in Brazil, lol)

“In a world where the meat are becoming more and more scarce, humans have decided to stock the remaining animals to forcefully reproduce them to mass cloning them… and, when a certain British hen has to come to Brazil to reproduce with a North American rooster… well… let’s just say that things sure do happen! :)”

Now here’s the second one: human borrower AU

You may be asking: “and what would it be the human borrower AU?” And i’ll gladly answer your question! :D

The human borrower AU would be chicken run but with a small difference: the chickens would be tiny humans that are “delicacies” for the bigger humans.

Here’s a synopsis: “in a world where the normal is to capture; stock and trade borrowers for consumption, it is hell for the little humans. And, when a certain ginger borrower decided she had enough of this life, she, alongside with other borrowers, is making a plan to get all the borrowers out of the farm…” (Also, instead of a borrower, Rocky would be a “normal” human. So you can already imagine the shenanigans hahahaha!)

(It would be basically be the plot of both chicken run’s movies but with tiny people instead of chickens)

And as for the third one: Chicken run x Telltown crossover, Chicken run x Telltown crossover, Chicken run x Telltown crossov- okay, okay, i’ll stop.

Alright, it is absolutely to no one’s surprise that i’m the only person who wants this crossover😂

But, but, but! Hear me out, just hear me out, bear with me: i can totally see it!

This crossover would take place shortly after the events of the second movie: imagine Mrs. Tweedy and Dr. Fry working with Phantasmo to create even stronger collars for the chickens so they cannot possibly take it off??? (And Phantasmo suggesting for them to make it even more inhumane by torturing the chickens while they’re “happy” before killing them for consumption because he’s THAT sadistic, oopisie!)

Charlie being accidentally turned into a chicken by Phantasmo? And helping and working alongside with Ginger and the other chickens???

Man, i can totally see that… 😔🤚

#telltown #chicken run #chicken run dawn of the nugget #rio 2016 #dr. phantasmo #charlie #ginger #i dunno guys can y’all see my *little* obsession with these characters? #i would say it’s obvious but i dunno #mrs. tweedy #dr. fry #rocky #3 am ramblings #3 am thoughts #long post

[macaw-squawks]

hello! do you mind me asking what app or website do you use to make these? thank you

https://www.tumblr.com/macaw-squawks/735983441530781696/mr-wolfdog-how-have-you-been-i-hope-your?source=share

Ooo, my outfit boards! I use ibis paint for all my boards (aside from stimboards, and name/pronouns requests) purely because it's what I'm most familiar with lol- though I know there's lotsa options for stuff like that! (Plus ofc Google for the actual images I use-)

#chirp answers 🪶