Birds Of A Feather - Blog Posts

Dynamo got a new outfit for his holoform

Just a regular day with Dy's parents

1 year redraw. Tis his birthday again

It's Dynamo's birthday today!

My boy turns 522 on the Ides of March.

Baby Dy turns 50.

I've decided that Dy officially transforms by doing a backflip. Every single time (except in emergencies where a backflip would be temporally impractical)

First day on the Nemesis, getting the house tour

(Click for better quality)

Geocache and Shaderaider in a nutshell

(Aka the moment she fell in love with him)

Warm Feelings from Cold Flurries

Beep beep. The sound echoes across the frozen landscape as Dynamo trudges onwards. Not hearing a response, he repeats the sound into the frigid air as he shivers, his heating fans working to keep him warm.

Meanwhile, Starscream is not having the best of days, having been stasis cuffed and sandwiched between two mechs who individually threatened his life that day. The three bots have crammed themselves into a hole to wait out the blizzard above them, with Optimus Prime on his left, and Dreadwing on his right. Suddenly the traitorous Con looks up and honks loudly, resulting in confused looks from the others, Dreadwing’s being the most puzzled. 

“What are you honking at? Why are you honking?” Dreadwing gruffly asks. He gets no response.

Outside, Dy’s finials perk up as he detects a faint honk honk in the distance, and picks up the pace in the direction of the sound, despite the biting cold around him. He shakes the snow off of his plating in a motion akin to the ruffling of feathers, and beeps again. After a moment, honk honk.

This continues until Dynamo hears the sound right beneath his pedes. He looks down, and sees three heads. 

“There room for one more in there?” Dy asks, poking his helm into the hole.

“No.” Dreadwing deadpans automatically.

“Well then,” the child replies, briefly cocking his helm to the side, “guess I’ll make some room.” He pulls his helm out of the hole and walks to the side of their shelter. Turning to face the hole, he kneels down and begins to dig into the snow. After about 10 minutes of minimal progress, he stands up and activates the thrusters in his pedes, quickly melting the snow. A minute passes, and he goes back to shoveling snow with his servos, swiftly creating a decently sized hole in the ground. Satisfied, the small jet hops into the hole, and takes no time at all carving away at the wall between his hole and the shelter made by the older bots. 

Upon breaching the barrier and facing the trio, Dy smiles and cheerfully says, “I have now turned your one bedroom apartment into a two bedroom apartment.” His dad slightly smiles. Optimus’ face is too hard to read for the child to decipher his emotions, but he seems content. Dreadwing just rolls his optics and frowns.

Crawling forwards, the youngling grabs his best friend’s heeled pedes and carefully pulls the mech towards himself, with no noteworthy reaction from the others, aside from a grunt from Dreadwing. After maneuvering Starscream’s bound form to the opposite wall, towards Dy’s addition to the hole, he is positioned with his back to the wall, and his child in his lap, his arms wrapped around Dynamo’s neck, with the child’s helm resting on his chassis. At this moment, Dy notices the half empty energon cube in Stars’ servos.

He looks up at him and says, “Can I have some? I’m hungry.” Wordlessly, the older jet nodds warmly and hands him the cube, which he promptly and heartily drinks, sighing contentedly. Dynamo leans into his father’s chassis, looks up at him and smiles, which Starscream returns. Optimus and Dreadwing look between the two jets in confusion. Optimus speaks up.

“Why are you so nice to Dynamo? What ulterior motives do you have for the child?” he asks, with a suspicious tone, “It’s not like you to be nice for the sake of it.” Starscream’s face hardens as he looks up. 

“I am his guardian, and it’s my job to take care of him, and make sure he doesn’t get himself killed?” He sarcastically answers. This gleans an unimpressed huff from the other Decepticon. Starscream just rolls his optics and returns to looking at his son, who had settled down and was falling asleep in his arms; the warmth of his spark chamber a soothing contrast from the frozen storm raging above them.

A brief moment of silence was broken when Dreadwing chuckled. Starscream and the Autobot leader turn to him with puzzled expressions.

“How could a coward as weak and pathetic as you ever serve as a proper guardian for that runt? You don’t think about anyone but yourself, so how could you truly care for him? Even though you claim otherwise, we all know you’re just using him, and when you no longer need him you’ll discard him like he’s nothing.” Dreadwing snarls accusingly. Starscream grimaces at this when suddenly they hear a shifting sound. They look down to see Dynamo wake up as he throws the empty energon cube in his servo at Dreadwing's face with an annoyed expression, before returning to his slumber, leaving the larger Con bewildered as to what just occurred. 

Starscream stifles a chuckle and whispers “That’s my boy” as he hugs his son tighter, also falling into recharge as the storm continues on. Dreadwing moves to retaliate, but Optimus just grabs his shoulder and shakes his head, it’s not worth it. So the two settle down to wait out the blizzard, as the seeker duo slumber cuddled up together.

i’ll love you (past) the day that i die

so what if there was an Undertale afterlife until the human resets?? i saw this idea on Pinterest awhile ago in a white limbo and everything and scurried away with it

i completely forgot that sans coughs up blood or whatever when he dies for the first two scenes so uh. just know that his silhouette at the end is NOT slobbering and is in fact bleeding in no longer excruciating pain.

anyways i thought that the two popular verses in “birds of a feather” fit papyrus and sans so well because they almost perfectly encapsulate their personalities and perspectives on life. papyrus is completely unwavering in his loyalty and love for the people around him, especially his brother. he occasionally doesn’t think things all the way through before doing or saying things - something like “i love you till the day that i die” even though they are both already dead. he feels emotions intensely, and though the phrase is usually used as an exaggeration, he really does love his brother to death. “‘till the light leaves my eyes” - he is not only dramatic in this line, but also emotionally intelligent. he is often feelings over logistics, so i believe that he would know just how deep the impact of his death will be on others. sans has very composed mannerisms and an almost nihilistic view of sorts. he’s kinda got that go with the flow vibe. “i said i’d never think i wasn’t better alone.” - secrets galore; this man probably does most of his objectives alone with the amount of secrets he keeps from everyone, even his own brother. the actual meaning of the line shows my interpretation of his hesitance and dislike for his little self-imposed loneliness. “can’t change the weather, might not be forever” - he knows that things can’t stay so blissful for eternity. he’s (almost) okay with that. “but if it’s forever, it’s even better” - i feel he would like it to last, though.

basically my perspective is that they love each other very very much and no one can convince me otherwise

also uhhh i cannot for the life of me draw sans consistently, so i apologize if he’s a little funky in some frames 😓

~Birds of a feather, we should stick together~

I guess the aliented people heard the song • Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish •

The most soothing song.. Makes our body want to go and dive into the ocean..

Its a love song visible from the lyrics. The song is painful as well. The line "I don't know what I am crying in for, I don't think I could love you more" this line represents the love for someone who has left you for someone else and you are literally claiming that I loved you enough and I could not more because the love left within me was given to you.

The song is blue. Blue is melancholic as well. The protagonist of the song wants the love of her life to carry the casket, even if the body turns blue and not to save the dead body because he/she is already dead by the betrayal from the person. She also wants him to stay with her till she is in the grave. Wants him to stay till she is buried.

And then in the third or fourth stanza maybe she tells that "you are so full of shit, tell me its bit, say you don't see it your minds polluted, say you wanna quit don't be stupid". She feels betrayed after she finds out that he wants to quit the special thing.

Then she claims that she knew him and he had the same look in his eyes she loves him and tells him "don't act so surprised"

I manifest this..

but baby, i | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

warnings. angst, fluff, suggestive

masterlist

‘if you go, i’m going too’

a sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the phone when you’d pressed the green button, spilling out a hesitant ‘hello’ as you held the phone up to your ear. There was no response however, lighting up a flame of irritation in you.

“Who is this?” was the next thing that fell from your lips, laced with hostility.

“baby,” it was quiet, soft and inviting. Emotions from the previous couple months all encompassed into the term of endearment.

“billie?” your voice softened at the realisation of who it was.

“deleted my number already have you?” she teased, but it didn’t make you smile, not in this moment.

“billie, what happened? are you okay?” the questions tumbled out in an attempt to comprehend the reason for her call. it had been a week since you’d broken up, and hearing her voice felt like you’d been taken back to last Friday.

“yeah no, nothing happened, i’m fine. i just..” she trailed off, gathering the courage to speak, or the bravery to do the right thing, and hang up. but she was weak, and so were you.

“yeah?” it was a plea for her to continue. a beg for her to speak the words you couldn’t.

“i miss you baby.” your eyes drifted shut, a flush rising to your cheeks.

“billie, this isn’t a good idea.” it was the truth neither of you wanted to hear.

“i don’t care.” she whined, desperation clear in her words.

“billie don’t say that.” she let out a sigh of frustration at your words.

“i know you missed me too, this week has been the shittiest week you could imagine.” and suddenly you found yourself drifting into your usual conversation, like you would’ve a week ago.

“i’m sorry bils, how can i help?” it was a stupid question and you’d realised soon enough. all of this would eventually lead you back to her.

“you know how.” it was a confession in itself, revealing what she hoped to get from this call.

“tell me. whatever you need, i’ll do it.” you couldn’t reject her, not now, not ever. she had been everything for you, and she still was.

“come over, please.” her request was simple but it meant so much.

“are you sure?” her answer would decide your future, because it was clear what would happen if you complied with her wish.

“i need you.” those three words were deadly, they represented so many things all at once. they could be interpreted as multiple meanings.

“fuck,” it was a sigh of submission, giving in to her. and everything you’d previously given up. “i’ll be there in ten.”

‘cause it was always you’

the silence that followed the knock on her door, was deafening. leaving too much space for you to fall into the pit of doubt, that was still very much prominent. when the door finally opened, she stood in front of you, her perfect eyes attaching themselves to yours. then she smiled, engulfing you in a gentle hug, holding you as if you might break.

“billie.” it pulled her out of her state of daydreaming, grounding her with the realisation that this didn’t mean the beginning of a new chapter.

“i’m so sorry.” the apology was long overdue, but when she closed the door behind you, inviting you back in, none of that mattered.

“i know, but i need your promise, that we’ll be okay this time. i can’t go through breaking up with you again. i won’t survive it this time.” your throat closed up, signalling you to stop talking before your feelings spill out of your eyes, in front of her.

“of course angel, i understand. i’ll give you whatever you need.” she held your face in her hands, confirming her words at the slight rub of her thumb, over your cheeks.

“i need your devotion, your love.”

“but baby, i..” she paused for a second, pondering on wether her next words were ones she’d later regret. but she soon brushed the doubt away, releasing herself from its constraints, confessing her truth. “i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”

when she brought her lips to yours they were warm, inviting. they connected and moulded together as your bodies inched closer.

‘and if i’m turning blue, please don’t save me’

the heat from her breath, warming the patches of skin tainted by her tongue, as she ran it across your naked body. her lips attached to yours nipples, and then your clit. devoting herself to your pleasure. expressing her love for your body.

‘nothing left to lose, without my baby.’

and when your mind lost itself in her affection, focusing on her tongue buried deep inside you hole, you felt connected. birds of a feather destined to reach for each other in times of difficulty. destined to end up in each others’ embrace in times of despair.

‘we should stick together.’

real

sometimes i see a photo of billie eilish and i have the sudden urge to scream cry and admit myself into an insane asylum because it’s not fair