Hey babes so I am literally just now realizing other on ur post that was a new dni you mean “can quote rent” as in “knows lines from rent the hit Broadway musical” and not as in “can look at a property and accurately give someone a prediction as to the properties monthly cost”
PLEASLDKFJSDLKFJSLK do not interact if you’re financially literate!
It’s a head canon of mine that bloth knows a form of sign language, maybe you could have them teaching it to Caustic, or since crows can mimic teaching their birds to respond
AND I’VE WRITTEN IT. I’ve also posted it up on AO3 under a drabble collection! Link to AO3 will be, as always, in the notes.Brief notes about the drabble itself: The sign language Huginn uses isn’t english sign language! It’s Icelandic.
“He is speaking to you.”“What?”
Alexander blinked. It wasn’t often that things took him by surprised - but Bloodhound was special like that, weren’t they? Their head tilted from side to side, charms clicking in the night and he could almost hear the soft sound of a chuckle from behind the plastic.“Huginn. He is speaking to you.”
In front of them stood their raven. Huginn was his name, apparently, and he was a clever little shit. Alexander found that out the hard way after weeks and weeks of the tiny little thing harassing him. Rocks in his drinks, droppings on his clothing - every time Bloodhound was so much as in the vicinity, Huginn was there to make his life just a little bit harder.It’s not like he blamed him though. After all, their first meeting was, well… Alexander tried to kill him, didn’t he? Tried to test out a new formula on the poor crippled bird right before Bloodhound themselves came and murdered him right back. He and the bird never did get along since then, not after the two legends began to spend more time with each other.But that’s what this little session on the barrack roofs was for, wasn’t it? It was him, the bird, Bloodhound and a bag of dried fruit and, well. Alexander couldn’t really say how well this was going except it seems like the two of them had a cautious truce with each other. Who knows how long that’d hold up the moment Bloodhound turned their back though…The hunter didn’t seem fazed by any of their squabbling however. They gestured at the bird again and Huginn made the peculiar motion again. One wing flapped as it lifted a leg and it dipped it’s head and it brought up one balled up foot to it’s beak and almost seemed to salute him. “See?” they said.“Well what does it mean?” Alexander asked gruffly, eyebrows raised behind his reading glasses.The bag of fruit rustled in Bloodhound’s hands as they shook out a piece and they held it up delicately to Huginn’s face. The bird was unsurprisingly gentle as it took the piece from their fingers and it shook its head as swallowed it. “It means matur - food. He would like us to give him something to eat. Here, Alexander -” A gloved hand reached out and took his and pulled it close. There’s a brief moment of surprise and excitement as Alexander felt the gentle touch of fingers cupping the back of his hand and he couldn’t help but stand there patiently as they shook out another little treat into his palm. Then, they let go and pointed at Huginn.
“Go on. He will not bite. I will make sure of it.”There was quite a bit Alexander could say to that. He could point out that their bird has been attempting to make his life miserable for weeks now, or that they couldn’t actually guarantee that Huginn wouldn’t make an attempt on the well being of his fingers but…Oh, damn it all, Bloodhound was too trusting. Too earnest. It was endearing in it’s own way how genuine and light hearted they seemed when they weren’t slipping knives between ribs and even as Alexander studied the glint of light against their goggles, he could tell they must have the most hopeful look on their face right now. Even if he did get attacked by this winged hellion, perhaps he could convince Bloodhound spend more time with him treating the wounds and that thought of spending more time with them was enough to have the legend sigh and hold up the bit of fruit.Huginn, on the other hand, was much, much less readable and that was an achievement considering that he wasn’t wearing a plastic mask. It’s head cocked to one side as it eyed up Alexander’s fingers and for a moment, there was quiet. Green eyes met beady black and they stared each other down for a second, then two, then three …And then it struck.In Alexander’s defense, he was a legend. He spent his days being shot at in the ring with pistols and grenades and bombs. HIs reflexes have been honed by days sweating in the hot sun fighting for his life and when that bird attacked, how could they not kick in? There was a flurry of wings and feathers as it lunged forward and Alexander cursed as he felt hardened beak snap at his hand and he dropped the fruit and flinched back.“He tried to bite me!” Alexander exclaimed and he whipped his head around to look at Bloodhound. “I felt it, he almost took my finger off!” Huginn wasn’t even remorseful. The damnable bird hopped down the moment the fruit fell and it immediately picked it off the ground before swooping back to land on Bloodhound’s shoulder. Bloodhound on the other hand, seemed to be tickled pink. Loud clear pells of laughter echoed in the night air as their shoulders shook, sending Huginn’s wings flapping as he tried to find a perch. It’s such a lovely sound - so genuine - it almost made up for the fact Alexander almost lost a digit.Almost.Shaking his poor abused fingers, he shot the hunter a glowering look. “You said you’d stop him from biting me. Or was that your plan, all this time?”It took a moment for the laughter to subside, but Bloodhound cleared their throat as he composed himself. It only worked so well since the tell tale lilt of amusement still colored their words and turned it bright and ‘hap’ as they always said. “No no, no plan. But it was funny how you flinched. Are you that afraid of him?” They lifted up their arm and Huginn hopped from their shoulder to the wraps on their arm.Alexander glowered, but he refused to admit it. “He tried to bite me,” he said indignantly. “Because he likes the reactions he gets from you. Now, would you like to try again? And this time, Huginn, you will hegða sér.” The raven bobbed his head at their words but Alexander didn’t buy it. The bird was a liar and a menace - how could he trust it now?But… Bloodhound’s head cocked to look at him again and they jerked their chin for him to step closer. They were too trusting, too genuine. It was hard to say no and Alexander reached forward with a resigned sigh with his hand open. “Give me a fruit. We will see how this will go.”
I adore your art, and idk if this has been asked before ( if so sorry) but since you post a lot of speed paints (is that their name?) I was wondering if you had a YouTube channel I could subscribe to
Thank you! They’re timelapses-- quite the opposite of speedpaints, in that I work so excruciatingly slow that the process needs to be speeded up significantly to make it entertaining. No Youtube channel, though I’m flattered that you’d ask!
Just out of curiosity, what's the name of the fanfic you mentioned in the tags of that one Starscream and miko fanart reblog. ⋆★⋆Thank you! ⋆★⋆
hhhoooo my dude listenit’s Love Thy Enemy by ShadowsByDay and I highly encourage everyone to read it because it’s 👌👌 so goodit’s not 100% about scream and miko, it’s supposed to be a ratchet/starscream fic bUT if that’s not your cup of tea, I can tell you that as of now it’s 15 chapters long and there isn’t too much going on between themso far it’s mostly about starscream and it really dives into his character and imho it’s so well written it feels like it 100% could be canon and I absolutely love itmost importantly it makes the tfp episode “partners” go in a completely different direction and in general this fic is like everything I ever wanted about tfp starscream and I’m so heckin gratefulmiko comes later on and her interaction with screamer is rad I really hope there’s gonna be more of thatbless the writer I love them and their fic deserves more attention it’s so good