羽根を焦がす無数の鳥が (open!)
Who: falco grice & you!
When: march & april!
Where: gestures
What: post-surgical trauma, regains, flying (and crashing), snooping, and just general prompts to keep busy with during our pause! i’ll be adding more investigation oriented prompts later as well! absolutely free to tag in super late or backtag forever until may! hmu at
liberos if you’d like to plot something specific and i’d adore to write a fresh starter for us!
Warnings: body horror, traumatic surgical descriptions, torture, aot spoilers, mentions of war imagery, will update as things happen!

top levels in the comments!
When: march & april!
Where: gestures
What: post-surgical trauma, regains, flying (and crashing), snooping, and just general prompts to keep busy with during our pause! i’ll be adding more investigation oriented prompts later as well! absolutely free to tag in super late or backtag forever until may! hmu at
Warnings: body horror, traumatic surgical descriptions, torture, aot spoilers, mentions of war imagery, will update as things happen!
top levels in the comments!
🐤 MARCH 1 - 4: general prompts with falco still carrying the worst of his living island mutilation; locations include library, diners, groceries or honeybees!
🐤 MARCH 5: open to housemates, neighbors or passerbys; falco gets his jaw implants removed and seems pretty normal. maybe just a little tense about the how.
🐤 MARCH 6: open for sightings or interactions! falco uses his titan form to survey the city and check his limits.
🐤 MARCH 10 - FORWARD: includes prompts for spring cleaning and topsy turvy, as seen on the tdm!
🐤 MARCH 5: open to housemates, neighbors or passerbys; falco gets his jaw implants removed and seems pretty normal. maybe just a little tense about the how.
🐤 MARCH 6: open for sightings or interactions! falco uses his titan form to survey the city and check his limits.
🐤 MARCH 10 - FORWARD: includes prompts for spring cleaning and topsy turvy, as seen on the tdm!
MARCH 6TH ONWARD
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then a huge shadow falls over them. maybe the bird itself isn't all that big, but... you know. shadows.
he sits back and takes a long drink of his mimosa, watching it slowly circle closer with an irritated squint. dog (still haven't decided on a name, though bandit and hooper are up there) looks up and starts barking, clearly alarmed. guess that confirms it's real, at least.
he pulls his handgun down when he sees it getting lower - disguised drone, maybe? town dragon? - and fires.
get fucked, bird.]
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the bird barks, and begins to descend while holding a glide that would have to do for an emergency landing like a plane shutting off its motors and piloting on luck, skill and the wind. it looks like he’s eying archer’s backyard to make the final touch down, especially with how low he was, sticking out feathered legs and taloned feet—
only non-neighbors would realize something odd enough to shoot at it, and all he knows about that particular house is the dog he hears barking. ]
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he's been in and seen enough plane crashes to realise what's happening and how its gliding to a stop rather than just shrieking and dropping out the sky like he'd expected and-- jesus. archer's eye sight must be getting pretty shitty because that thing is way bigger than he expected and--
oh. shit. fuck. it's clearly aiming for the yard he's currently in. fuck!
archer would shoot again, but he's distracted getting his dog back inside. that bird could definitely eat... whatever the dog's name is.]
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all while it begins to bat walk, slowly, toward the house's point of bustling. ]
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smacks himself on the side of the head with the butt of it.
hard enough that he flops back into the chair, briefly blacked out.
he just hit the snooze button. it's fine.]
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not that he'll see how that actually happens. depending on the amount of time that archer is out, the remains of bone, muscle and feather are evaporating enough that neighbors might bother him later about the barbecue he had (and fireworks! pop!). falco, once out and on his human boy legs, unloads the discarded gun, slips it into its proper waist holster, annnnnnd . . . well, now it's time to tend to mister archer, starting with the ugly bruise on his temple.
luckily, he knows field first aid, and has a ready supply of gauze and ointment to start at his head. head trauma can be serious. ]
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Gravity... you utter whore. [muttered, quietly. maybe it won't set off falco's alarm. he rolls over, frowning as three young blondes become one.] Why are you here?
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Be careful, Mister Archer. [ ah, and, ] You hit your head.
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Um, Erwin and Cassandra Smith, but . . .
[ between them, let’s just say he’d advise not to tell cassandra. she’s grown rather protective and is very good with a knife. ]
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[he blanches for a moment, looking like he might barf. he doesn't.]
--if you're not a perfect mix of how stupid and annoying they both are, then I'd eat my cane.
[awkwardly, he pats falco on the back.]
Great job, kid. [asshole]
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R . . . Right.
[ what does he say do to that, frown or feel bad? he’s been called much worse, spat on the street for being born. being called stupid and annoying was just another day with gabi during the early days— the girl he wants to straight up marry.
while he’s at it, how’s his memory? ]
Did you see anything before hitting yourself, Mister Archer?
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I-- [bird. giant bird. he can't say that, though, because it wasn't real. he can't and won't tell anyone about his hallucination problem.] No. Just some good old-fashioned self-abuse. You know how it goes.
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[ he doesn't know how it goes, actually! archer!! but why else would he refrain from talking about a giant bird? huh, maybe if he . . . ]
Do you— need a doctor?
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Can you call them, please?
[ defiant, but gentle in doing so. ]
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[he wonders if AJ is like this, then immediately regrets having a brain.
archer stands up, deliberately and staggers back to the kitchen door, letting dog out as he grabs for the stupid wrist radio with erwin's number on it. dog is delighted to see falco! archer comes back out and glares at him as he punches in the comm number.
whenever erwin picks up:] Your shitty little goblin broke into my house. Come and get it!
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[But Erwin's curiosity makes the rest of him a glutton for punishment, and he answers.]
[Who the shitty little goblin could be also raises some questions. If it weren't for the blaring alarm in the background, or the fact that Levi would absolutely not stand for being spoken about that way, he'd need further clarification. But Levi's alarm has been silent through foul language and other various adult situations, so that narrows it right down.]
I'll be there in a few minutes.
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plus, there's a dog! it sniffs him and looks happy enough, so falco can't help but to kneel down and give his attention during the time he has to wait— it's better than paying any head to the words that could actually come to sting, no matter how many times he's heard them. ]
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archer doesn't actually say anything, he just tosses a toy for the dog to play with with falco. archer himself just... staggers back into the kitchen.
whatever, CHILD.]
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Archer? I'm here to get Falco.
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Back yard. He's playing with the dog.
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Thank you.
[If Archer doesn't want to tell him what happened, Erwin will go to the source. He lets himself in and makes his way to the backyard, where he sees Falco playing with a dog.]
So what happened over here?
[Because Erwin doubts Falco actually broke into the house. That seems more Archer's speed, frankly.]
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[ the dog is being nice to him, but falco can’t help but to keep sitting on the stairs leading into the house as he threw the dog his toy.he could keep an eye on archer that way, just in case he fell or passed out— the child is relieved enough to shoot up onto his feet, peer back inside the house, and: ]
I wanted to make sure Mister Archer was okay before I left? He . . . Saw a huge bird and hit himself with his gun, and when he woke up he didn’t remember the bird, so— [ genuine!!! concern!!! ] Head trauma’s really dangerous, sir. Can we check him?
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