#Corvus;; Study

[ofthescatteredstars]

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙒 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀?

Dejin is... isolating

intense, silent, overwhelming. you have so much to give but it is too much to share. nobody every reciprocates the way you do. makes you feel alien, unwanted. so you keep it and and watch others, hoping one day that could be you too.

Khiye is... violent

harsh words and cold glares. painful in the way that your heart burns but can never seem to seek for something better. it is the way you would walk through glass to see a smile, or claw at your own arms just to satisfy another, give and never take for the guilt that comes with wanting is suffocating. emotionally draining and a forever ache that you can't escape.

Garur is... all encompassing

it consumes you. thoughts that trace the same memory every waking second. body engrained with muscle memory at even the slightest sound. everything that is the earth reminds you of it. courses through your body like fire, keeps you afloat and wanting, always wanting for more

Corvus is... devotional

to love is to kneel. to give your all in hopes of even a glance. to sit pretty with glistening eyes wishing that it is enough. to be a sacrificial lamb to the divine, your love. pliant beneath holy hands that wash away the sin that taints you whole.

[megasocky]

Quick doodle of the monkey heros doing things on valentines

[drmikhailov]

Corax spotted in the wild

tfw u decide to help a friend in a study about AI art (100 images, guess if it is or isn't ai) and f'in Corvus Corax just shows up. I was immediately like OMG HIIII CORAX!!!!! WYD HERE BUDDY????

[nixii-sabre]

I forgot if i posted most of my art here so uhhhh take a corvid!!!

[crvida]

can’t believe caesar got stabbed for being a bottom 😔😔

[daysofnights]

hp completely avoids any non english/english student conflicts especially during the marauders era

[scilust]

apologies for the lame caption I really cant write by hand

[prcttyinpcnk]

@corvus-rose asked: what answer would your muse give to the trolley problem? When does a girl become a monster?

She's destroying the trolley, or she's gonna die trying.

[dominaxnoctis]

in real life, bad things happen. people die. fights are lost. evil often wins. i just wanted to make that clear before I begun.

D O M I N A X N O C T I S: a look into the hardships of overcoming loss, the damage of blind vengeance, the loneliness and isolation of immortality, and the spiteful defiance of destiny.

mildly canon divergent cirque du freak: the vampire's assistant original character. written by crow (24).

vampire aligned | 18+ | multiverse | crossover and oc friendly

carrd. | memes. | opens. | interest tracker. starter call. | perm. interaction call.

au verses: fallout, the last of us, resident evil, boku no hero academia, star wars, stranger things, dragon age, skyrim.

blogroll: @saiibeo / @aviiatrix

[regisraven-a]

tags: part one.

[ofthescatteredstars]

( what does your soul smell like? )

Cassius is... Fresh Linen

key words: refreshing, wit, humour. you are a relaxing person to be around and leave a positive impression on almost everybody you interact with! you're always sending the funniest memes in the groupchat and when you really like someone you can talk to them for hours on end. compatible with: fresh linen, grass and rain, rosewater.

Tomoe is... Candle Smoke

key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness. compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.

Khiye is... Coffee

key words: intelligent, old soul, complex. you are an extremely thoughtful individual with a creative mind and loving heart. being around you is like sinking into a warm bath. there's something truly wise about the advice you give others, and being in your presence leaves others feeling warm, reassured, and inspired. compatible with: coffee, candle smoke, freshly baked bread.

Corvus is... Rosewater

key words: sensitive, romantic, calming. you are a beautiful person inside and out whose kindness shines through even on your worst days. being around you is like stepping into a crisp smelling floral garden on a spring evening. others are inspired by your empathy, charm, and all the love you have to give. compatible with: fresh linen, freshly baked bread.

Parveen is... Grass and Rain

key words: exciting, enlivened, youthful. above all things, you are a super fun person to be around! you're most likely to come up with the best ideas for how to spend a day off with the squad and are the life of every party you go to. you're incredible at cheering people up because others can't help but be affected by your energy. compatible with: grass and rain, fresh linen.

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part six

602 words

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Steve is a horrible artist. “I suck.” He slumps in his seat. 

Carol places her paintbrush into the cup of water between them and leans over to see his paper. “...Nooo this is good,” she says, but Steve can clearly see the way her mouth twists as if she’s holding in a laugh. It’s a great show of restraint for her. He’s actually kinda impressed.

Steve pushes her away gently and turns his easel so she can’t see anymore. She cackles. 

Steve huffs and studies his painting. It was supposed to be a dog but looks more like a frankly unsettling misshapen creature. He shivers and paints over the things creepy ass eyes that were previously staring into his soul.  

“Aw. I liked it better before.” 

Steve jumps, dropping his brush - that was loaded with black paint - into his lap. He’s never been happier that their art teacher makes them wear aprons - these are his favorite jeans. He puts the brush in the water cup. 

The voice snickers and Steve finally turns, heart racing. He already knows who it is before he meets the big brown eyes. Eddie has sat to his left since the beginning of this semester (which is also when Steve began to develop this little obsession but who’s counting). 

He didn’t take into account that turning his painting away from Carol would put it right into Eddie’s line of sight. 

Steve raises a brow. “You’re joking, right?”

Eddie grins and drops his chair back to the ground as opposed to balancing on the back two legs. He turns his easel enough that Steve can see his painting. It’s just as, if not more, disturbing than his little dog creature thing. Steve’s not quite sure what it is, but it looks slimy.

“Dude, gross,” Steve says, but he’s smiling. 

That night, Tommy gets into an argument with Carol and calls Steve to complain about it. She wanted to know why all he ever wants to do is hook up and honestly, Steve was kinda wondering the same thing. 

All Tommy wants to talk about these days is them hooking up or asking Steve if he’s hooking up with anyone (don’t be a prude, man, tell me what happened) no matter how many times Steve tells him he’s just focusing on school right now. 

A lie, he’s focused alright, but it sure as hell isn’t on school.

He didn’t tell Tommy any of that, though. Instead, he offered up his house for the weekend. Tommy’s always in a better mood when he has a party to look forward to. The boy had immediately perked up. 

Steve's kinda regretting it the next day, but he made his bed.

Eddie i like seeing you, it makes my day the disappearing act was real cute almost made me lose my damn mind, man, point taken do you got anything good planned for the weekend? i heard there’s a party  maybe i’ll see you there, with your new job and all p.s. have fun at your campaign (i learned what it’s called!)  -H 

Steve slips his sunglasses on during his walk to the cafeteria, and no it’s not just because he wants to stare freely at Eddie - he has a headache. Looking at Eddie is just a perk. 

He’s wearing a white shirt again. Steve has the freedom to look so much that his gaze strays to the other people at Eddie’s table and notices that they’re all wearing matching white shirts with the same print on the front. They printed matching shirts for their nerd club. 

Steve is gonna die.

seven

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sorry if i missed anyone!!

[nosyrobin]

You should make Corvus studying and Damian being clingy because he wants his attention please and thank you if you read this 😊😊😊😊😊

“Study.”

Damian Al ghul-Wayne x Roth! Male reader

Summary: practicing magic, Damian starts to get..clingy. Clingy for the attention of a certain dark magic user.

Note|| reader is the little brother of Raven called Corvus, the Latin word for Raven

A/n: also I love this! Thank you for requesting this in my inbox!!<3

Raven frowns seeing Y/N hold a big book to your chest. “Brother..” “sister pleaseeee!” Y/N place his hands together in a begging formation. His big purplish eyes looking into his sister’s purple eyes. “I wanna learn, study even..pleaseeeeee can I use your book?” Raven stayed quiet before sighing. That was the sigh that mean “sure go know yourself out.” Y/n smiled happily and rushed out of her room. Giggling like a gremlin as he held the book.

Y/n sits on his bed, throwing the book infront him. He started to open the pages and study like he never have before. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos…” he says, his eyes glow a bright white as objects around him are surrounded by a dark aura. Y/N smiles seeing this, enlightenment filled the boy’s heart. He moved his hands around in formation. The objected wobbled in the air before doing circles. Y/N tried to focus his mind onto moving it more, but he winced feeling the sharp pain to his head.

The poor boy made everything drop to the ground, y/n pouted seeing this. He still massaged his head, he knew studying wasn’t easy. But he was determined to be strong like his sister.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” Corvus yelled during battle, he had big objects levitated quickly at a villain. Caging them in metal bars. Corvus started to feel tired, clutching his head but stopping. He doesn’t want to show weakness, so he kept practicing after the battle. Damian noticed, he went after the boy when the team came back to the titans tower.

“Corvus.” Damian says grabbing Y/N’s wrist. Y/N looked at Damian who seemed to stare intensely through his domino mask into the purple eyes of the boy. “Damian, can’t talk right now…” Y/N says quickly, moving to the rooms of the tower. Damian frowned, Raven seen this and placed a hand on the boy wonder. “DONT worry about him.” She says, but Damian didn’t care.

For the past few days Damian would try and cage Y/N in. Trying to spend time with the boy he found so interesting. So captivating, Damian frowned when Y/N would shy from him. He knew Y/N was very different from Raven herself. Damian felt even better and happy when Y/N started to get use to Damian and talk to him. Even spend time with him.

Spend time. That’s what Damian misses most about the raven he fallen in love with. He wouldn’t tell anyone he fell for, not even dick cause he knew how his brother would feel and react. He didn’t know the feeling he felt. But everything he did reminded him of the boy in the purple cloak and beautiful purple eyes.

Damian finally had enough when he had a dream about the damned male dark sorcerer. He got up from his bed with red tinted cheeks. He needed to see him. So he walked to the boys door, he knocked of course. But no answer was said. Damian knew, he knew Y/N was in his room cause he heard chanting. He enter the boy’s room to see he had his purple cloak on and a book.

“Corvus.” Y/n didn’t hear Damian’s voice calling out to him as he was stuck on reading different ways to teleport. “Corvus.” Again Y/N didn’t hear him. Damian narrowed his eyes, walking to the boy’s bed and pulling the damned book out of the dark user. Y/N gasp shocked, seeing damian’s face up close to his. Green eyes meet purple ones.

“Y/N. Pay, attention to me.” He demands with a pout. Y/N looked shocked to see the boy practically demanding his attention towards him. “Damian….” Y/N whined trying to grab the book from the tanned boy. “What’s so special about this book that you so much put your full attention to it?” Damian moves from you, your small frame tries to go after him. But he’s faster.

“Magic? You’re studying magic? I thought you already knew some of it, even all.” Damian words made the poor boy freeze with embarrassment. “Well…I want to learn more magic! Okay?! What’s wrong with that!” Y/N huffed, snatching the book from Damian. But Damian grabbed the purple cloak that wraps around the boy. Immediately the hood of the cloak fell off of and showed Y/N’s full face.

Y/N face was flustered when Damian got closer to him. “You can study after I spend time with you. I haven’t seen you or at least spent moments with you after training.” Damian grabbed the cloak again, pulling Y/N to the bed so they both can lay down. “I know how tired you can be. So rest.” Y/N frowned, “But Damian—” “rest.” Damian lastly said with a stern expression and tone. Y/N rolled his eyes, closing his eyes. “Fine.” Y/N said before tiredness crept on him. Damian smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around the small boy. “Good.”

[grison-in-space]

I'm sorry? Pigeons have to coo to ovulate?

okay, okay, I left this one out in the tags without elaborating the other day and you were not the only person who asked-- @nanavn and @corvus--caurinus were also curious. I did not have a ton of time yesterday when my brain was not leaking out my ears, so here I am today.

First, I apparently misremembered my grad school teachings: the best-documented case study of doves being required to hear their own coo in order to ovulate is that of the ring or Barbary dove (Streptopelia risoria), not the rock dove which gave rise to our domestic pigeons (Columba livia). They look like this:

They're the domestic doves you see sometimes that aren't domestic pigeons.

But yes, I was completely serious: hens need to very specifically hear their own nest coo to ovulate. The way it works is this: these doves have a very specific courtship pattern, where courting males at different stages of the nesting process perform first a "bow" coo, then a nest coo. Then the hen makes a nest coo back, and the pair goes on to build a nest together in which the hen will lay fertile eggs.

If you prevent the hen from producing this coo--and the first paper I've linked does this in several different ways with both neural lesions and also mechanical blocks of the synrinx--she will not ovulate. Then Dr. Cheng tried rescuing the effect for doves who could hear but not produce their own coos by playing back recordings of devocalized doves' own nest coos, recordings of other hen's nest coos, recordings of male nest coos (their own males, I think, for preference?) and no recordings at all. Hen nest coo recordings, especially the recordings of the hens themselves, were enough to rescue ovulation effect... but deafened hens who could, themselves produce nest coos weren't able to make ovulation happen half the time even when the male was right there. The male nest coo and his mating display is really important, because his coo stimulates the female to make her nest coo, and that's where ovulation starts.

In 2003, a little over a decade later, Dr. Cheng wrote a whole book chapter about auditory self-stimulation as a phenomenon in neuroendocrine shifts. It makes for pretty interesting reading! I'm going to really enjoy it this afternoon. Stimulated ovulation is actually a pretty common phenomenon in animals--often it makes more sense to only bother ovulating if you know there's a partner around to use whatever eggs you yield up--but this one is one of the most interesting and elaborate systems out there, and definitely the one that offers the most options to a given female dove to potentially consciously control her reproductive output.

But grison, you might ask, what about the doves outside my window? Is this just a function of this one dove species, or are lots of doves doing this to make ovulation happen? So I went looking to find out whether anyone has checked. The thing is that the heyday of pigeon behavioral research has faded somewhat in the intervening decades since Dr. Cheng's discovery, so there's not as much as I might hope where people sat down to investigate the question. I did, however, find a neat study on Columba livia demonstrating that auditory stimulation is more important to courtship displays and success than visual displays are, although of course the multisensory courtship is stronger than either sensory modality alone. So yeah, the cooing back and forth really loudly is part of a display that is functionally necessary for successfully producing offspring, and the auditory component is important for basically every pigeon that has been studied in this respect (albeit that number is pitifully small).

I also found this really interesting review of known uses of birdsong to set internal emotional states in birds (either for the self or for a partner or flockmates) that I want to look into with more detail, plus this really thoughtful review from Dr. Donna Maney talking about how "incentive salience" can use learning and experience to make certain cues bring up neuroendocrine changes in state over time, which helps individuals control how their endocrine system is reacting to stimuli in the world they've been shaped by. Clearly I have some reading to do...

[ms--lobotomy]

“How many geese do you think I can take on in a fight?”

oh. oh anon. i love this prompt. i owe you my life. happy sanguinala :)

LION EL'JONSON- Stares at you. Is thinking about how many geese he can take on himself.

???- The geese got them.

FULGRIM- This is not a question that Fulgrim is prepared for. He dances around the question and never gives you a direct answer. Asshole.

PERTURABO- Depends on what mood he's in. If he's in a petulant one, he'll just grunt and get back to work. If not, he'll give you a normal-ish answer.

JAGHATAI KHAN- One of the Primarchs with greater faith in your ability to take on geese in a fight. Gives you a logical answer based on your fighting prowess and stamina.

LEMAN RUSS- Leman takes this question very seriously. Out loud, he measures up your combat abilities against smaller opponents. He's blatantly wrong.

ROGAL DORN- "I will not allow you to take on any geese in a fight. Do you have any idea how dangerous they are?"... He lectures you on why fighting geese is a bad idea.

KONRAD CURZE- "Four," he says before you ask the question. He flashes you a shit-eating grin, as he knew how much you wanted to ask the question.

SANGUINIUS- This one hits a little too close to home for him. "Can we... can we pick a different animal, please?"

FERRUS MANUS- "The flesh is strong." Pushes you to fight these geese with your bare hands. Has faith in you.

???- Is a goose. Honks at you.

ANGRON- He will not leave you any geese, even in this hypothetical scenario. He wishes to engage them in glorious melee combat himself.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- Thinks about it for a second and lets out a chuckle. Not as bad of a lecturer as Dorn, but will ask you if you are prepared to fight so many geese.

MORTARION- Has no faith in you. Massive pessimist about the whole deal. Advises you to not even engage one goose.

MAGNUS THE RED- "Depends on the environment," he says before getting back to his studies. You are left to contend with what environment you want to fight geese in.

HORUS LUPERCAL- Throws his head back in laughter, putting a hand on your shoulder. He gives you a throwaway answer.

LORGAR- Asks you what you're thinking. Strongly advises you not to fight ANY geese, but ends up giving you a plausible answer.

VULKAN- Asks you if you're serious about fighting geese. Asks you if you need any armor and/or weapons. Is prepared to back you up in this fight.

CORVUS CORAX- Stops what he's doing to think about the answer. Gives you an honest estimate, if a little pessimistic.

ALPHARIUS- Fighting the Alpha Legion is a lot like fighting a bunch of geese. I refuse to elaborate.

[doberbutts]

@corvus--caurinus

Yup! Per my neurologist, before the mid/late 00s the medical community was sort of, uh, unconcerned about so-called "minor" concussions, because the symptoms didn't seem to last longer than a few seconds and thus it was treated as a non-issue. Most parents didn't take their kids to the doctor for them and the few who did were told to let the kid rest for a day and then get back to life as normal.

Then a breakthrough study happened and revealed there is no such thing as a "mild" concussion. All concussions are concussions and all concussions are brain injuries. And all concussions run an exponentially higher risk of increasingly dangerous and life-affecting symptoms as you knock your brain around more and more. And with each subsequent concussion, you run the serious risk of these symptoms becoming permenant brain damage. Turns out, your brain does not actually like to be jumbled around in there, who knew.

The white flash is usually caused by one of two things: a jarring motion in your retinas (not a concussion) or the impact of your brain banging against the fluids and other matter inside of your skull (that's a concussion). Same if you "see stars"- the "stars" are the damaged nerves that just banged into something firing off electrical impulses trying to figure out how to cope with what just happened. And of course if you hit your head or are shaken to the point of losing consciousness, that's your brain's equivilant of the computer that, when smacked, turns itself off. All of these are concussions, and while it may seem like knocking yourself out should result in a worse concussion than just seeing stars, brains don't always follow that rule. All of these concussions will eventually stack on top of each other and will cause a major TBI once you hit your head a little too hard or perhaps even just one too many times.

So when he said "okay so you were never *treated* for a concussion but have you ever had this happen after hitting your head?" well... yes, actually. I was hit in the head by a thrown baseball bat (accidentally) in gym class and promptly took a nap. I was awake and otherwise fine in a few minutes so besides being sent home that day and having a large bruise/egg nothing really happened. I was doing flips on the gymnastic bars and lost my grip and whacked my head against the ground and, you guessed it, was unconscious. By the time my friends got the recess teacher over I was already awake and just a little dazed- again they sent me home but that's it. I fell through one of those dome monkey bars at a playground with my mom and hit the ground head/neck first. This was before the age of cell phones so Mom told me she was trying to figure out what to do about her very unresponsive child in the middle of the park (it's dangerous to move someone who may have broken their back/neck but she also can't just leave me laying on the ground to knock on someone's door to call 911) when I woke up and outside of a stiff neck seemed "quiet but fine".

In fairness according to my neuro there's not really much a doctor *could* have done medically as I bounced back without any problems except maybe have me take it easy for a couple weeks (I'd've died of boredom with no stimulation) but it still should have been noted that each of those were concussions. Then the amount of times that I've been dazed or saw lights... too many to count. I work with high energy dogs in an impact sport, they headbutt me or punch me or knock me to the ground all the time. I was an active kid and an athlete prior to my heart acting up, so sport-related injuries just sort of come with the package and that includes knocks on the head.

But sitting in his office and hearing him say that, and then recovering from the TBI and examining what it's done to my life... it made me realize how much people take for granted. It just takes one too many knocks on the head. He said the major thing he regrets as an older neurologist is that for a very long time, most of his practicing career and certainly a significant portion of my own life, no one really cared about concussions. But the line between concussion and TBI is very blurred, because in truth a concussion *is* a brain injury, and at some point you will concuss yourself much much worse than you were expecting due to the buildup of damage from not taking hitting your head seriously.

The best way to think of it is breaking your ankle. A broken ankle is a broken ankle, there's no such thing as a "mild" broken ankle. But there are grades of severity- a hairline fracture on a single bone is a broken ankle, but recovery time and process are relatively straightforward in most cases. Completely shattering multiple bones on the other hand significantly lengthens recovery time and the process is significantly more involved with a risk of further complications. If you keep doing whatever it is that gave you a hairline fracture, one day you won't be so lucky, and you will completely shatter the whole joint assembley.

That's how concussions are. Those cute little knocks that cause a white flash and nothing else? That's a warning to stop doing that and be more careful. You get to hobble around in a boot for a while to think about your choices leading up to this point. Knocking yourself out? Well you've snapped a bone. You get a cast and some crutches. Full blown TBI? Congrats, the whole ankle is fucked and you need major surgery now.