I don’t know if this blog got restored, I twas supposed to be but I’m not sure right now.
hey so so i’m trying to get the blog back to visibility hopefully, because tumblr decided this was a *naughtyblog*
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❤ — UJ
How had she let herself be in this position? Ah yes, the ever pushy intense curiosity, about how he worked, the skills required… and the small promise of free food. So Uj gladly took that small taster bite.
Despite his tip, she realized this was.. not as easy as he literally made it look. Though there other tips: textural differences. Though she had to admit she was still wasn’t 100% sure. Eventually Uj just shrugged her shoulders, swallowing the rest of the small treat. “Ahhh It’s tasty but I have no idea! I guess it’s a fish? but there’s more isn’t there?”
She kicked her legs a little. “You make this look so much easier than it is!”
“Smoked salmon. You said fish, so it counts.” He let loose a quiet laugh and set the spoon aside for later washing. Her compliment brought a tiny smile to his face — and though it was small, it was still warm and sincere. “It’s not that hard, UJ-chan. All it takes is practice and the desire to get better! I wasn’t born good at this, you know. Took me training under Zeff for years before I could get to this point.”
He nudged her softly and winked. “I could always give you a few pointers.”
“Hmm free food is a pretty strong motivator...” she smiled wide at the thought of more free food treats from her favorite chef.
“I guess I could try this a few more times.” She said with a lick to her lips and a note of motion that said she was definitely hungry for more. He promise free food, he had to deliver!
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❤ — @featheredradiation / starter call
“Open up, UJ-chan~” He held a spoon of something creamy and white, a bowl on the table filled with the same mixture. “I want to see if you can guess what’s in it? I’ll give you one hint, there’s a lot of cream cheese. Think you can figure out what the rest is?”
How had she let herself be in this position? Ah yes, the ever pushy intense curiosity, about how he worked, the skills required... and the small promise of free food. So Uj gladly took that small taster bite.
Despite his tip, she realized this was.. not as easy as he literally made it look. Though there other tips: textural differences. Though she had to admit she was still wasn’t 100% sure. Eventually Uj just shrugged her shoulders, swallowing the rest of the small treat. “Ahhh It’s tasty but I have no idea! I guess it’s a fish? but there’s more isn’t there?”
She kicked her legs a little. “You make this look so much easier than it is!”
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None of the Muses have costumes yet….
send in some suggestions i guess :V
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He’s quiet. Somber. Sitting there with a lit cigarette, bright eyes now dull and puffy around the edges thanks to exhaustion. He’s having one of those days.
A soft flutter of feathers before Uj lands nearby to her favorite chef. There’s something off, part of why she choose to land a bit away from him, to give him some space. God he looked so tired, like was going to pass out any minute, regardless of how prone that left him.
“Sanji? Are you Alright?” Her voice was quiet as she came closer.
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HAve some supportive Hero Teachers :V I needed them, maybe you need them too.
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Trying to find all the Fandomless OC RP Blogs out there! Can you please reblog this post if you’re a Fandomless OC RP Blog and would like to be added to the masterlist for Fandomless OC RP Blogs??? Thanks!
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The Weyr
He was not even looking at her or Luffy when these two had run into the big dining hall. Still speaking with another one from the weyr, one of the older riders, he just started to notice them when she spoke to him. A slow blink, then a slight turning around, not even really looking at her completely, since he had still been in a chat with the other rider here. Slowly nodding he watched them for a bit more, no smile or anything on his lips, just amber eyes watching them.
Watching as Luffy was shoved forward for her instead to get to her own prey, the tart. A sigh left his lips and he nodded to the young boy, a faint smile on his lips for him. “Harper Rob.” he introduced himself, a slight bow while the eyes were more on Luffy then on Uj. Someone who prefered to eat was not someone who wished to speak right now.
The older rider started to speak with them as well, introducing the two welplings that had come into the dining hall with such loud noises. Well this loud behavior surely did go under in the slightly filled hall.
If Uj didn’t started to interact with them, it seems that the older rider would ask Luffy to bring Lucci to his new room there.
Finishing her treat quickly, swallowing down the fruit and bread ( and probably some dirt ) she was ready to talk again! No way was she going to miss on talking to and interacting with some one new to the Weyr. On the other hand that Tart was totally hers. “Welcome to the Weyr Harper Rob!” Luffy exclaimed, Uj practically chirped the rest of it to join in. “yes Welcome! It’s good to have you here!” The pair were obviously friends, Though of course they would be, growing up together in a Weyr, bonds were likely to happen all over the place. Luffy was pulled to the side and Uj was asked to show the New Harper about, Which was a task she accepted with a smile and a nod. It helped that She had some questions of her own. Specifically if they had seen or known their other sibling, Midi. “Sorry you had to see that, Sanji makes amazing things whenever he gets his chance to be in the kitchen.” She said with a happy wink, the tart had been made by Sanji, and was worth nearly running into him for. Though her voice said she was genuinely regretful of the event, trying to make up for it now. She lead him down the halls and showed him anything and everything, their Harper Croco would be out for a while longer yet. Which meant some degree of peace for the youngers still learning. He was a generally harsh man, dedicated to his work. Uj was still very unsure of him, but he did have his redeeming factors that made her almost against her will, like him. He was a strong clash against the very casual seeming Weyrmaster Shanks. “Harper Rob, can I ask you something?” Uj asked, her tone lower and more cautious than before, as she was almost done with her duty. Her weyr was her family, and it always would be, but her mother had, had one other child before her and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were okay. “did you.. happen meet another Harper named Midi? Before you left of course?”
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🐻; UJ
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Uj was very okay with being carried, She yawned shamelessly continuing to hold on to him. “It was a long fight to find you.”
“You sound exhausted. You sure you don’t want to sit down and let me make you something that’ll bring back some of that energy?” He was the reason she felt tired, so he wanted to fix it the only way he knew how.
“I pretty much can’t say no to anything you make.” Uj let him continue to carry her though at this point, and she could always go for a good snack, she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a good reason for flying this far to find him. “You been okay though?”
Uj was very okay with being carried, She yawned shamelessly continuing to hold on to him. “It was a long fight to find you.”
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It was Midi, ( not Uj who was busy investigating a glass blowing facility ) that found the red-haired pirate. It’d been a seriously long time since they’d talked and Midi could only recall pleasantness, and respect of course. “I’ll take on too.” They purred out, before being given two bottles, and bringing themselves and the bottles over to Shanks. Handing one over upon arrival of course. “Long time no see! How’s it been?” Midi settled easily into a chair, a bit noisily, wearing a lot of decorative bracelets today, though they were other wise quite simple today.
A glance over told him that someone he knew, someone very precious to someone important to him had decided to provide him with just the perfect amount of company. Drinks always tasted better when shared with a friend. He grinned wide as he looked to Midi, “Dahaha, I guess it has been a long time!”
How were things? Well, “Things have been busy. Lots of trying to keep things under control. The tides are changing y’know? We have our asses to the fire right now. You’d think that becoming an emperor would mean you have less to do, more to help you do stuff. But it’s the opposite! Dahahaha…. And yourself?”
Midi couldn’t help the smile on their face, before taking a sip of their own drink, Midi always took the time to savor it, especially in good company. “I suppose that makes sense, when you get a fancy title like that.” The blue phoenix’s bracelets made a pleasant metallic noise as their owner shifted to completely relax in their chair, putting one leg over the other. “At least you have some friend’s in that fire?” There was a toothy grin. It was so easy to relax, be playful with Shanks. “Decided to take a bit of a vacay, I love what I do but even if you love it, some times you need time to recoup, get a better idea, or just have a good chat and a drink.”
They took one more sip. “ If I may, whose trying to burn your ass? I know it’s not Uj or Me, and Svalki’s sleeping”
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He stretches his arm as he sits in the bar, it’s been a long time since he’s been out and this freedom greatly missed. He grins as he lifts his empty bottle of rum, “Aye, I’d like another one of these, if it ain’t too much trouble.”
It was Midi, ( not Uj who was busy investigating a glass blowing facility ) that found the red-haired pirate. It’d been a seriously long time since they’d talked and Midi could only recall pleasantness, and respect of course. “I’ll take on too.” They purred out, before being given two bottles, and bringing themselves and the bottles over to Shanks. Handing one over upon arrival of course. “Long time no see! How’s it been?” Midi settled easily into a chair, a bit noisily, wearing a lot of decorative bracelets today, though they were other wise quite simple today.
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ELIE SAAB at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2017
Source: fashion-runways
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golden eagle having a relaxing time
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This is the world’s largest flying Engine of Murder marveling at the fact that it can actually have its tummy rubbed.
I feel like this is the next step up on “loose your fingers” roulette from petting a kittie’s tummy, but just below belly rubs for say a lion.
Can someone who knows birds better than I do tell me whether this eagle is as happy as it looks? Because I want it to be happy. It looks so happy. Bewildered by having a friend, but so happy.
Just popping on this thread to confirm: yes, the eagle is happy about the belly rubs. Golden eagles make this sound when receiving allopreening and similar affectionate and soothing treatment from their parents and mates. It’s the “I am safe and well fed, and somebody familiar is taking good care of me” sound. Angry raptors and wounded raptors make some pretty dramatic hisses and shrieks; frightened raptors go dead silent and try to hide if they can, or fluff up big and get loud and in-your-face if hiding isn’t an option. They can easily sever a finger or break the bones of a human hand or wrist, and even with a very thick leather falconer’s gauntlet, I’ve known falconers to leave a mews (hawk house) with graphic punctures THROUGH the gauntlet into the meat of their hands and arms, just from buteos and kestrels way smaller than this eagle. A pissed off hawk will make damn sure you don’t try twice whatever you pulled that pissed her off, even if she’s been human-imprinted.
If you’re ever unsure about an animal’s level of okayness with something that’s happening, there are three spot-check questions you can ask, to common-sense your way through it:
1. Is the animal capable of defending itself or making a threatening or fearful display, or otherwise giving protest, and if so, is it using this ability? (e.g. dog snarling or biting, swan hissing, horse kicking or biting) 2. Does the animal experience an incentive-based relationship with the human? (i.e. does the animal have a reason, in the animal’s frame of reference, for being near this human? e.g. dog sharing companionship / food / shelter, hawk receiving good quality abundant food and shelter and medical care from a falconer)
3. Is the animal a domesticated species, with at least a full century of consistent species cohabitation with humans? (Domesticated animals frequently are conditioned from birth or by selective breeding to be unbothered by human actions that upset their feral nearest relatives.)
In this situation, YES the eagle can self-defend, YES the eagle has incentive to cooperate with and trust the human handler, and NO the eagle is not a domesticated species, meaning we can expect a high level of reactivity to distress, compared to domestic animals: if the eagle was distressed, it would be pretty visible and apparent to the viewer. These aren’t a universally applicable metric, but they’re a good start for mammal and bird interactions.
Pair that with the knowledge that eagles reserve those chirps for calm environments, and you can be pretty secure and comfy in the knowledge that the big honkin’ birb is happy and cozy.
Also, to anybody wondering, falconers are almost single-handedly responsible for the recovery from near-extinction of several raptor species, including and especially peregrine falcons. Most hawks only live with the falconer for a year, and most of that year is spent getting the bird in ideal condition for survival and success as a wild breeding adult. Falconers are extensively trained and dedicated wildlife conservationists, pretty much by definition, especially in the continental USA, and they make up an unspeakably important part of the overall conservation of predatory bird species. Predatory birds are an important part of every ecosystem they inhabit. Just like apiarists and their bees, the relationship between falconer and hawk is one of great benefit to the animal and the ecosystem, in exchange for a huge amount of time, effort, expense, and education on the part of the human, for very little personal benefit to that one human. It’s definitely not exploitation of the bird, and most hawks working with falconers are hawks who absolutely would not have reached adulthood without human help: the sick, the injured, and the “runts” of the nest who don’t receive adequate resources from their own parents. These are, by and large, wonderful people who are in love with the natural world and putting a lifetime of knowledge and sheer exhausting work into conserving it and its winged wonders.
reblogged for excellent info, I’m so glad that big gorgeous birb really is as happy as it looks!
Today’s bit of positive activism: A reminder that, although the world may contain many bad and awful things, it also contains an enormous winged predator clucking happily as a human gives it a belly rub.
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The supernatural Au ;)
His heart skipped a beat when Midi’s eyes flashed and as Midi leaned forward, his fingers that lay bare millimeters away from his gun twitched in anticipation of an attack that never came. At his brief involuntary display of nerves, Law chided himself inwardly. His hand shot out and grasped the grip of his gun. Instead of clutching it defensively or waving it around hostilely, however, Law holstered his weapon—both in an attempt to prove his fearlessness and also as a gesture of trust in their new business partnership. Over the next few days, they would be in each other’s company around the clock and he could not always walk on eggshells in their presence. As for his terms, truthfully, even with the iron cuffs weakening Midi’s Phoenix powers, he doubted that would guarantee his survival should Midi wish him dead. His suggestion of the cuffs had been put forth primarily as a test of their sincerity in enlisting his help. Still, their immediate agreement surprised him. Could it be that easy? But Midi must truly have been concerned for Uj’s wellbeing to have even invited a hunter into their home in the first place.
To the rest of Midi’s words, Law simply nodded. He noted Midi’s avoidance on the topic of Uj’s disappearance being voluntary, which suggested a high probability of that being a fact. No matter, he would track Uj down with all his skill and effort, for the opportunity was golden. Whether the job was a blessing, only time would tell. However, a favor owed by a Phoenix was decidedly irresistible.
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The phoenix took their own long drink of their brew. being a fan of their own brew was probably, quite vain, but it meant that there was a very specific high quality standard it had to meet: Midi’s.
They made motion for one of their assistants to prep the required items for travel. Then there was the questions the Hunter had. With a soft sigh escaping Midi’s lips, they answered his questions. “I’m afraid when Uj and I last talked she did not tell me where she’d be going, we don’t often share travel plans unless they conflicted with established plans between us.” The personal assistant appeared to drop off a back pack, very casual for this other wise quite showy individual. “She failed to meet with me again, while she is stricken with wanderlust from time to time, as I am her only relative that supports her, she would have told me if she was leaving. Which upon going to place of residence, it was obvious she had not been there in quite awhile.” Midi stood up, and despite the other’s presence, took the more casual wear offered to them by the same Personal assistant, changed into them behind a screen. Still answering the questions from behind it. “Last time she ran off without notice, she was actually quite young, 12 I believe. She has rarely mentioned her friends, and with modern convenience, did not have their numbers written down in her apartment, and I did not find the phone. I have only checked up at her favorite snack place, but they have not seen her in nearly the same amount of time.” Ready to go, and in more casual less flashy dress, midi stepped back around. “Phoenixes, have a considerable appetite have to be careful of their eating habits and how often they do.” Midi offered, before reaching for the iron bracelets, which gave a soft whimpering hiss as flesh contacted them. The sound died away as with some discomfort the items were slid on. “Well. Ready when you are.”