(Re: Hannibal: ... Technically? I was very out of it when I watched the last episode but I did watch!)

I am coming back to try and excerpt later; for now I'm gonna ramble.

So technically I owe Mallory this fic and have for a while now? Also technically the one-line summary of the story is, "Clint is bird otherkin, and the 'hawk in his nest' type jokes piss him off because nobody actually gets it."

(Natasha is the exception, because she is Natasha. Also possibly because she's cat otherkin. Or that may be a separate fic. Can I just write everyone otherkin fic? I will make a name for myself in fandom writing otherkin fic. And maybe genderqueer fic. Coulson does not get it but Coulson knows and does not care either which is an exception in a very different way.)

And honestly, my notes on this fic don't extend very far beyond that yet, not because I don't really want to write it but because I'm not sure where to go with it. The only other notes I have on it are as followed:

HEIGHTS. Heights love will be present through this fic. It may be a theme. I am the wrong person to write this. I'm gonna do it anyway.

Let's talk about dysphoria. And by talk I mean grumble. And by grumble I mean shoot things because arrows are not actually a substitute for claws or beaks but at least they're sharp.

But there is no substitute for wings, and a love affair with high places is still not one. Neither is learning how to fly jets, but it's almost maybe kind of something.

Natasha is seriously the best.

Species dysphoria + mind control = ?????????