#dr corvus

[stolenbybirds]

Just some recent doodles I have done... - O5-6

[vassalor]

How primarch handle a female doctor with the personality of dr Theo (Gangsta)?

If you dont have clue about him, here some pic

[paternostergays]

never forget what they took from us (this series would have been the 14th series with the 14th doctor, just like how series 13 had the 13th doctor, but instead they STARTED THE WHOLE DAMN NUMBER SYSTEM AGAIN----)

[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 21: Needle

The back of William’s head hurts.

It's pulsing like a slow heartbeat.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

With each pulse, the pain increases, awakening the man from his dreamless slumber and keeping him from returning to it.

His eyes burn as he slowly opens them, his vision a complete blur of colors and objects altogether. He hissed through clenched teeth, eyes watering as he blinked a few more times. His head was down, each move he made to raise it made the pain worse.

His vision managed to clear up, bit by bit, he was picking up what was closest to him rather than what was far from him. The once-blurred image of pale white, a blotch of purple, and streaks of brown came into focus. He could tell that he was sitting down but his wrists and ankles were bound tightly against the chair he was on, restraining him from making any other movement.

He hissed again, his sensitive nerves picking up the rope that dug into his pale, damaged skin. He finally managed to notice that he was completely stripped of his clothing, only sporting his purple plaid boxers to cover what dignity he had left.

William quickly took in a breath, making a move to scream; he then discovered something damp and dry stuffed in his mouth.

“Mmph?!”

He's been gagged.

He let out a muffled cry as his dried throat cried out in agony, his tongue uselessly moving beneath the cloth in an attempt to be able to speak.

“Oh my, look who finally woke up!”

Small rocks and dirt were pushed away in a hurry as heavy boots crushed against the uneven floor. When William turned to face the perpetrator, the back of his head pulsed as he did so, only to suddenly burst with pain as his head was thrown back. His hair was seized by a burly hand, pulling at his roots with a vice grip, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Forgive me,” the voice said, “I just need to check your eyes.”

A bright light then flashed at William’s eyes, he could feel them water at the brightness. After a few moments, the light is turned off, a harsh afterimage lingers in William’s vision. It constantly overlaps itself over everything else before eventually disappearing altogether.

“Ah, forgive me, Mr. Afton, I gave you quite a hit.” The voice laughed. “I just don't know how to control my strength anymore, it's quite embarrassing, honestly.”

William blinked a few more times, focusing his vision on the perpetrator. A blob of black and bits of red met his eyes, and he blinked a few more times before he finally got a clearer picture. A plague doctor had stared back at the older man, the beak of their mask nearly obscuring his vision as the red lenses of their mask stared down at him.

Leather and black robes alike encapsulated the entire figure, fully comprehending the look of a plague doctor.

William gave a puzzled look, unsure what to make out of the situation before the tight grip on his hair was let go. He hissed as the pain coursed at the back of his scalp, blinking a few more times as his vision finally came through. Bit by bit, what was in front of William cleared up and he started to recognize what was all around him.

William looked at the plague doctor, dark eyes following their figure as they walked over to his work desk.

He could recognize his tools scattered about, wires haphazardly connected, or even various metallic parts similar to limbs. He saw his paperwork, his pens and pencils, and even binders filled to the brim with his most important work. And all of it was being read by a man he did not recognize nor permitted to do such a thing.

Heaps of burlap were stitched together like glue to paper, having been stuffed with hay that poked through various openings, and supported various tubes in and out of his body. They seemed to carry a familiar substance, it glowed as it traveled across, emitting a red color as it did so. Next to the man stood a weapon, possibly taller than him, a scythe decorated with rope, the bones of many, and speckles of red on top.

The plague doctor calmly placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, slightly nudging him a bit.

“He’s awake now, Doctor.”

The man gave a slight ‘hum’ before he calmly turned himself around, carrying the binder in his gloved hands. The chair creaked under pressure, turning slightly to reveal the man in his estranged attire, nimble fingers playing with the pages before him.

“Rory Jackson,” the man started, “Age Ten, thin build, cautious demeanor.”

He paused, huffing out a chuckle.

“Fear Level: Ten.”

The burlap man closed the binder that he held, patting the plastic cover softly as his blue eyes trailed up to the man tied before him. Although wearing a mask, William could see clear emotion displayed just by the sneer of his nose and the turn of his upper lip.

“Fear Level: Ten…”

The burlap man then gave the binder over to the plague doctor, the bird-like being taking the binder in their hands before placing it down on the desk.

“Corvus, what do you make out of those documents,” He asked, turning his head over to their compliance.

The plague doctor, Corvus, shook their head softly as they took a peek from within.

“You know me, Doctor, I hate to be so negative but this–” they overread a document different to the man Crane had read before closing it, “—is child’s play.”

“Child’s play, Corvus?”

“Yes, Doctor, child’s play,” Corvus responded, “Amateur at best.”

Corvus shook their head again much as Crane did, both in agreement over the poor quality that was the documents they'd read.

William kept his cool, eyes on one figure to the next, his mind hit one possibility to the next. Yet, before he could reach a proper conclusion, he was stopped by the quick movement of Corvus. He watched as the plague doctor calmly came over to him, his height towering him that a shadow fell over him.

And without a second thought, they ripped the duct tape out of his mouth, letting the cloth stuffed into his mouth fall off.

He started to cough, heaving as fresh air finally entered his system, his once-burning lungs having their fill. His chest expanded and decompressed quickly before slowing down, his throat now starchy and dry as he finally spoke.

“You—” William coughed violently, “—who are you people?!”

Corvus huffed, turning over towards the burlap man.

“Do you hear that, Doctor, this man doesn't know who we are! Such a pity, and here I thought that Vicky Vale would get her money’s worth when she started to travel the world!”

They shook their head once again, laughing slightly.

The ‘Doctor’ laughed as well although not as profoundly as Corvus’s was. He just kept his eyes on William, trained to catch even the slightest movement, incontinence, or a simple twinge of fear that could entice this conversation even further.

“We haven't met before, face to face, I mean, Mr. Afton.”

He leaned forward, his hay-like hair to shadow his eyes. His elbows were placed on the chair’s armrests, his black-coated nails scrapped against the fabric on it. They were buried deep, obviously entailing hidden anger, but it didn't show right away.

“But, through unconventional means, we have made many business deals in the past. Not with me in there, of course, I have a very busy life, as you would like to know. I, unfortunately, cannot be in two places at once as I lack the power to do such a thing.

“But I've had many of my associates, such as Corvus here,” he pointed towards the plague doctor who gave a simple nod, “to entrust on deals as important as the ones we’ve made.”

He sighed.

“Because, as you know, Mr. Afton, creating the product I have isn't cheap; chemicals, lab equipment, and all. A man has to make a living, even in the worst of circumstances, he has to do what he can to survive. That much I know comes from you, no?”

William didn't speak a word, licking his chapped lips as he tried to speak more thoroughly.

“What are you talking about?”

Jonathan Crane looked at Corvus.

Corvus looked at Jonathan Crane.

“Mr. Afton,” Dr. Crane started, “Am I wrong to presume that you have an alias such as Dave Miller? Steven Raglan, even?”

William paused, his body stiffened slightly, prompting a smirk to appear beneath the Doctor’s burlap mask.

“I have no idea who those people are.”

Scarecrow tilted his head to the side.

“Oh, is that so?”

He turned over to Corvus.

“Corvus, I believe we’ve got the wrong man!”

“The wrong man,” Corvus gasped, comically holding their gloved hands to their chest, “How could that be?! We’ve talked with Mr. Harris long enough to get answers out of him! Am I to suspect that he had lied about the man in Hurricane, Utah? Single father of three? One-story home with that hideous purple car?”

“Yes,” Scarecrow answered, “Or maybe we’re not asking the right questions, Corvus. We haven't exactly told this ‘man’ why we are here! He must be so confused, no?”

Corvus nodded.

“Oh, yes, the poor thing! Look at him, Doctor—” Corvus pointed their staff toward William which garnered a flinch,”—he is like a stray dog thrown into the pound! To either rot away in haste or to be put down for his despicable nature!”

Corvus then turned to William, striking their staff into the ground.

“Go ahead and speak, whoever you are, defend yourself right now! I’d hate to have been wasting the good Doctor and my time like this! Go ahead! Speak!”

William clicked his tongue.

They were messing with him, and they relished in it.

“Listen to me,” he begged, “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. I have money hidden in my room that I can get. My guns. My personal belongings. Anything! Just, please, whatever you want, please, don't do anything drastic!”

“Drastic,” the burlap man asked, as he slowly rose from his seat, “Who said anything about being drastic?”

He started to step towards William, right over left, arms raised slightly, as if ready to grab at him at any moment.

“We aren't being drastic here, Mr. Afton, Corvus and I were just doing what needed to be done. Because, unfortunately, it seems as though through the process of selling my fear toxin, the market has become out of order. Through no plans of my own, others have started to take the toxin with or without pay and use it for their selfish needs and wants.”

He got closer, fingers splayed out like claws.

“Corvus and I figured that enough was enough, we couldn't just let anyone use our toxin in favor to do our work. Oh no, Mr. Afton, we couldn't let that happen, what would that make of us?”

He paused, turning his head unnaturally towards Corvus.

“What would that make us out, Corvus?”

“Like fools, Dr. Crane,” they answered with a heavy heart, “complete and utter fools.”

They each turned their heads over toward the man, watching as he tried to fight the restraints that kept him still. It seemed as though the more Crane got himself closer the more agitated Mr. Afton had become, his breathing becoming shaker the more the distance started to close in on him.

“We can't have that happen, Mr. Afton, we just can't.”

He then sprang forward, hands clamping on the sweaty shoulders of the older man, him hissing as the nails dug into his skin. William leaned his head back as Crane leaned his head forward, closing the distance between them, likely wanting him to be as uncomfortable as possible.

“Mr. Afton, I would like for you to know that your ambition of understanding true fear is admirable.”

The Scarecrow whispered.

“I do the same thing, ever since I was a young boy, I held in the desire, the need, the hunger to know how much fear could influence people of various backgrounds. It didn't matter their age, what occupation they took in, or even if they committed the worst atrocities known to man. What mattered most was that even the slightest prick or inhale of my toxin would make them crumble and cry as though they were born into the world, all over again.”

William breathed through his nostrils, flaring as the burlap as well as the hay scratched his skin.

“And, I have to admit, I did experiments often on those who I saw were close to my heart. A crush on high school, my great-grandmother, a worthy student, or even those who have stayed loyal to me, even in my darkest times.”

From the background, Corvus stayed silent, although they seemed to be getting something that William couldn't see.

“So, to read about your willingness to experiment on your own family—your children—is quite a feat, if I do say so myself. The oldest is in the conflicting age of teenage angst, the middle frightened by your booking voice and the youngest scared of even the thinnest of shadows on the walls of his room.”

Scarecrow scoffed.

“How scared they must have been to go back into their worst nightmares. The very memories they wished to push down on them forced upon them to satisfy your sadistic need for control. Like any other father, I presume, you rule with an iron fist.”

Dark eyes met blue eyes.

“But, Mr. Afton, let me be honest with you, right now.

The product I’ve been selling all these years wasn't even my strongest toxin to date. At best, it was the toxin I’d made back when I was but a professor at Gotham University. It was the start of my extraordinary career, and to many, they wouldn't have known the difference.

What they bought is what they get, simple, it does its job well and there were no complaints as of its durability.”

Blue eyes met dark eyes.

“But, Mr. Afton, I cannot let you go on like this.

My career is starting to crumble the more I continue to speak to you. You and your experiments on the missing children of Hurricane, Utah, or elsewhere have started to turn some heads. Of course, you’re careful, but every once in a while, someone will look at you and think: What has he been doing all this time?

What has William Afton done to the innocent children of Hurricane, Utah?”

William kept his mouth shut, giving the burlap man the nastiest look he could muster. He would have given his shouts, his complaints, or even curses to have to make a scene but he kept himself closed off.

“Oh, but me being here wouldn't be enough to convince you to stop, no?

I doubt so. You, clearly being a man of psychology with your engineering degree and your business of singing anthropomorphic animals, must know a lot more than I do!

All those years of studying, beaten by a man who dresses in a consume of a golden rabbit that was lost to time.”

It was then that William’s head was stuffed into a dark place.

Being stuck in confusion, he looked around before he recognized the interior, immediately, he froze, trying to keep himself as still as possible. He held his breath as his hair was tangled within the Springlocks, his mind struck by the painful memories of the past.

From which, both The Scarecrow and Corvus laughed at his fear as they stepped back to look at him.

“Be mindful, Mr. Afton, I’ve had such difficulty working with your craft. By all means, be as still as possible, I think even a blink could set it off!” Corvus explained, laughing to themselves as they watched Scarecrow reach one hand over to their other.

Beneath the cloth of fabric and burlap alike, Dr. Crane produced a claw-like device consisting of our needles strapped to the brim. The same red liquid from before glowing from the tubes connected within it, a single flex would bring it forth to be administered.

“Mr. Afton, forgive me for not showing you this earlier, but this is my new and improved fear toxin!” The Scarecrow cheered, watching with delight as the man looked upon him with fear.

“However it may be, it unfortunately hasn't been tested as of late. Corvus, have we had any suitable test subjects to see how well it can stimulate the human body?”

Corvus shook their head.

“Why, no, Doctor, I don't think we have!”

They slowly turned their heads towards William, the older man struggling to keep his composure.

“Ah, well, that's a shame, Corvus, but thankfully, Mr. Afton here has agreed to be our test subject! How wonderful is that?”

“It is very wonderful, Dr. Crane, how selfless it is for this man to be the product of the future of this world!”

Dr. Crane got closer, flexing his hand that let the red liquid into the needles, the sharp ends dripping with the excess. William started to slowly shake his head, eyes wide as the needles were brought closer, the two figures coming closer than ever before. He didn't even have time to react before she felt four sharp ends of the needles dig deep into his body, the liquid draining into his very veins.

William started to shake, his grip on reality then breaking apart as he looked from one corner of the room to the next.

Creatures he had made by hand started to come out of the shadows, sharp teeth and metal tongues licking away at their saliva as they neared the man before them. Corpses of past victims dug themselves out of the ground, their decaying faces obscuring the older man’s vision as he tried to get them away from him. The Spring locks started to clamp onto his skin, digging their sharp edges into his skull as they started to break it apart piece by piece.

He heard voices from apart, deep yet understandable to his distorted reality.

“Oh, and you don't have to worry about your beloved children, Mr. Afton!” Corvus called out as William shook violently within his seat, the cold hands of the dead gripping his flesh like a vice.

“They’ll be in wonderful hands! I’ll make sure of it!” Scarecrow laughed as the two heavy doors of the basement were shoved closed, leaving the purple man to fend for himself in the dark.

[sticksbatnix]

Me, make this half-assed drawing: Happy B-day, Crane, here, have a crow.

The Crow:

[starlightshadowsworld]

Dubnus: Well... How'd your date go with Dr Felicia?

Marcus: We went out back, talked about how our days went.

Rufius: Annnd???

Marcus: blush we kissed.

Dubnus and Rufius both grin, sit beside him demanding details.

Morban: Date with Centurion Two knives?

Felicia: Yup.

Morban: You kiss?

Felicia: With tongue.

Morban: Heh, nice.

[savvy-devine666]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Corvus Glaive/Proxima Midnight Characters: Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Stephen Strange, Cloak of Levitation - Character, Cull Obsidian, Time Stone - Character, Thanos (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Drama, Character Death, Guilt, Regret, A.U, Angst, Time Travel, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Not once, in all their years together, had Corvus ever regretted meeting Proxima Midnight. Until now. After all, had they never met, maybe, just maybe, she would have lived.

[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...

[crownedinmarigolds]

All of the VTM collaboration art so far! Sorry to re-post, I just wanted to have a big post where I can put them all one spot! I will link to the original posts and perhaps update this the more we all do! I hope we get to do more soon. <3 Hecata Family Portrait! Gangrel Fall! Thinblood Renaissance Faire! Malkavian Lupercalia Valentine's Day! Nosferatu New Year!

All of the characters and art are provided by the VTM Tumblr community who are all so gorgeous and talented! All of the artists are listed on the original posts but I will also try to list them all beneath the cut as well to make sure they get the praise they deserve!

Hecata Family: Anansi, Imogen, Aydan, Rocco, and Holly @confusedwithglitter Bryce Milliner @salubri-outcast Dr. Winston Mccaine and Bacia @morticrows Lucio @hunter-slime-660 Sabina Rico @squiretinnion Demetra "Demi" Giovanni @salubri-outcast Marcello Marchetti and Ash @superfastsquiddle Dionosio "Dio" Giovanni @salubri-outcast The Hidalgo Coterie - Crystal, Noa, Nythanel, Bravo, Cori - by myself! Amadou @holly-bearie Sasha @rattenprince Diego de Mondellis @cynical-tuba Xochi @urbanknightart Mattia Faulkner @harbingerofskulls Marcello Giovanni and Mirabella @squiretinnion Rosin @milk-crafting Deirdre and Mallory "Mal" Corvinelli @wizzsp Bernadette and Beatrix Beaumont @renaissancebadboy Gangrel Gang: Misha - @m4rloe5 Jensen - @satteredhunter Saffiya - @spell-fox Corvus - @renaissancebadboy Aidan - Spell-Fox Nixie Tube, Lexi Lyall, Darius, Hannah, and Mouse - @problemsynth Kuro - @urbanknightart Eli - Spell-Fox Dayo - @enderkriller77 Beepli Alison - @salubri-outcast Trixie - CrownedinMarigolds Damaris - @thesixthplaneteer Hugo Pitt - @squiretinnion Annette and Bones - @sheriff-shitstarter Alyssa and Lisa - @anarchswild Marcy - @confusedwithglitter JJ Slayter - @lealdog Ajax - @wizzsp Blake Moore - @vtmgremlin Fern - @lylailaeth Marina - @knuxtiger4 Wallis and Reynard - salubri-outcast Snare - TheSixthPlaneteer The Mariner - @holly-bearie Gaius - @ollieanderr Thinblood Faire: Jesse Steele - Fullblood Caitiff Scourge - @discodiablo (art by me!) John Carmichael - @emissary-of-stuff Ezra and Skye - @wizzsp Havi - @m4rloe5 Camilla - @renaissancebadboy My Stakebait Coterie! Ralph, Khloe, Kyle, and Christian! Gabbie - @del-uxie Leo - @cynical-tuba Ramona - also @renaissancebadboy!! Lucian - @squiretinnion Miles - @confusedwithglitter Cecil and Perry - @zyurp Blanche - @holly-bearie Del - @kentuckycaverats

Malkavian Valentine's: Monday - @zyurp Sophia - @holly-bearie Rigby - @themarginalthinker Emil - @morticrows Mir and Marie - @problemsynth Claire - @pretend-pretend-vampire Thom - @socialprawn Charlie - @osatokun Quinn and Sunspire - @tzimizce Niko - @shaydh Daimund - @thesixthplaneteer (art by me!) Shivers - @kmpshitposter Andrea - @bugcouncil Heleen - @m4rloe5 j and clemency - @luoniiel and @kermitted-cause Brooklyn - @svampira Wyrd - @clompe Apollo - @mountainashfae Lucas, Noelle, and Zeus - @supersquiddle Finn - @confusedwithglitter Lyla and Thirteen - @problemsynth Father Emir - @urbanknightart Monroe - @cynical-tuba

Nosferatu New Year: @its-sixxers - Elaine de la Saules, Casimmir, Briar Mary, Adam Romaniuk @themarginalthinker - Blue, Charlie, Tweak @tzimizce - Quinn @confusedwithglitter - Orpheus @the-art-block - Oginn, Atena:ti, Lamb, and Wolf Mother @holly-bearie - Angelo @problemsynth - Nere @m4rloe5 - Charlie

[nonaserpent]

Disney Villains as Birds

This idea just came in mind combining two fields I’m interested. Not just looking for the color but appearance, feeling and behavior also matters.

Very personal opinion you may disagree but friendly discussion welcomed :)

HERE WE GO!

Hans: Blue-breasted Fairywren (Malleus pulcherrimus)

Very cute and pretty-looking bird! Known for their unique courtship of delivering petals.

©Disney

©Laurie Boyle

Judge Claude Frollo: Demoiselle Crane (Grus virgo)

#That Hair

©Disney

©salis-

Hades: Steller’s Jay (Cyanocitta stelleri)

HE HAS TO BE A CORVIDAE. And just look at that hairstyle and that…eyebrows?

©Disney

©Daniel Plumer

Queen of Hearts: Papyrus Gonolek (Laniarius mufumbiri)

Fun fact: Like shrikes, they impale their prey on thorns.

©Disney

©Nik Borrow

Queen Grimhilde: Black-shouldered Kite (Elanus axillaris)

Fairest bird of all

©Disney

©I Am birdsaspoetry.com 

Jafar: Bearded Vulture (Gypaetus barbatus)

One of my fav. Now Iago has someone his same class.

©Disney

©pilot_micha

Yzma: Lesser Florican (Sypheotides indicus)

#THAT EYELASH

©Disney

There’s no copyright restriction on the other pic from website so I guess I’m good.

Cruella De Vil: Houbara Bustard (Chlamydotis undulata)

She would see the bird as her greatest accessory.

©Disney

©Frank Vassen

Dr. Facilier: Long-tailed Glossy Starling (Lamprotornis caudatus)

The metallic effect of their plumage just matches Facilier’s shadow power and colorful effects made by his friends on the other side.

©Disney

©Nik Borrow

Mother Gothel: Long-tailed Paradise Whydah (Vidua paradisaea)

Known to be brood parasites like cuckoos.

©Disney

©Brian Henderson

Gaston: Western Capercaillie (Tetrao urogallus)

No one makes that mating call like Gaston!

©Disney

©sighmanb

Ursula: Peruvian Pelican (Pelecanus thagus)

Those who couldn’t pay their price were devoured, FOR SURE

©Disney

©Rogerio Camboim S A

Maleficent: Common Raven (Corvus corax)

Need I say more?

©Disney

©Henry

Captain Hook: Magnificent Frigatebird (Fregata magnificens)

Obviously

©Disney

©Andy Morffew

Lady Tremaine: Ruff (Calidris pugnax)

Her daughters would LOVE this outfit

©Disney

©Mibby23

THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING!

BONUS: Kuzco

©Richard Gibbons

[stolenbybirds]

CW// Flashing Lights <:]

This is why you don't send one brother to assassinate your other brother. At least one's immortal !!!! :] - O5-6

[corvusblackk]

✶

⌇ INTRO

(ex eneablack)

i’m corvus (dr name) and i use he/him pronouns. i’m a slytherin, scorpio, INTP 5w4 539 sp/so. i’m a big regulus black kinnie.

i am polytheist and luciferian / demonolater, i practice witchcraft and do deity work.

⌇ MY BLOG

i mostly talk about reality shifting and my experiences and story times, but i cover manifestation too. my asks are always open, don’t be afraid or shy to ask any question, i don’t have specific rules/boundaries except things that are common sense.

⌇MY WEBSITE

(youtube, tiktok, tarot readings)

⌇ HOW I SHIFT

mainly law of assumption, i gaslight myself.

my preferred methods are: lucid dream, visualisation and 5 senses, affirmations and intention. and i love the cinema method.

i also use my own method

⌇ MY POSTS

you know what’s crazy?

another interstellar gibberish

channeled advice from my dr self

how i channel people from my dr

[paternostergays]

Did you the Radio Times photoshoot with Mandip and Carol Ann Ford?

OH MY GOD I DIDNT KNOW THAT WAS HAPPENING BUT IVE SEEN IT NOW!!!!!!!! ITS SO COOL AND THEY BOTH LOOK STUNNINGGGG TYSM FOR TELLING ME ANON

[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 8: Mutation

It has been approximately three days, fifteen minutes, and twenty-eight seconds since the pain had surfaced.

Shivers had previously plundered the figure's body, beginning in the late hours of the night and continuing until the early hours of the morning. Each time their heartbeat was the same time their pain ransacked their complete body. Their backside had two bumps that grew by a few hours as the figure yelled out in pain.

Dr. Emile Dorian chose to keep a safe distance from the figure rather than administer pain medicine.

He thinks this a significant development, his gaze drawn to the figure straining to stand on their two feet. Or, as the figure continued to yell, claws, cut talons scraping the concrete ground with vigor. Their clawed hands grabbed their arms, feathers flapping in exasperation. Their breathing became more agile, as did the jerking of their body, which bowed awkwardly to the will of the pain that gripped them.

This figure, this creature, was one of, if not the, doctor's most successful experiments.

He's never tested on birds previously, preferring to focus on primates, felines, and the occasional canine. But never, ever birds. Birds had never occurred to him to test the limits of the T-99 Mutigen, but he had an inkling that it may work. Twenty years were spent researching how he could birth a new line of creatures from animals and develop an anthropomorphic creature that was not a true man but only a copy of one.

He had days to study birds beforehand, spending time on a normal park bench feeding the local crows to make an informed judgment. A few had arrived, while others had flown away, clearly unable to trust a human man.

He hadn't expected to form a relationship with any of them, especially the one in front of him, Corvus. The sweet little animal, definitely the runt of the litter, accepted whatever food was supplied to them to help them grow as large and strong as their brothers. But it's naïve to have to believe a human man solely because they've been fed something new and pleasant.

Corvus' shouts broke the doctor's stream of thinking, his gaze drawn to the bulges on their back, which were moving rapidly.

They made a motion to ask for help before snapping their body forward, claws digging at the ground, and shrieked. Their back tore away, and two slots of flesh and feathers tore away, revealing something painful and damp. Blood spilled from the unexpected breaking, bones popping out of place as two enormous appendages sprang through. Black feathers tore and flew around, falling softly as the appendages grew, overshadowing the humanoid bird as a whole.

They suddenly relaxed, finally allowing their bodies to mend as their wings reflexively spread out. They finally let go of their meaty prison, and the blood poured as they calmed themselves, the pain no more than shock coursing through their veins. They barely heard the heavy steel door open, a recognizable figure entering inside to study the mutation up close.

"Father," Corvus mumbled, in a language incomprehensible to man but known to birds

“Father, help-”

The sound of Dorian's cane hitting the concrete ground below caused the figure to abruptly shudder. Their newly developed wings wrapped themselves briefly before settling down, as though like a blanket over their trembling body.

"Speak, Corvus," Dorian said authoritatively, "speak as if you've been speaking my tongue your entire life."

The figure slowly opened its beak, its throat straining as it fought to say the right words. Their beaks closed for a minute, their dark eyes shaking as they battled to find the words to communicate. They made a move to speak, issuing a chirp before stopping, their gaze catching the doctor's hold on his cane stiffening.

“…hurts…”

They finally croaked in clear English, a whimper dying in the back of their throat.

“It hurts.”

[a-badluckcharm]

"Greetings, have you seen my... ah, right, there's my nametag-"

"Ugh, my head is killin' me... would a drink fix this? Ah, shit this is recording?? Ahem, Dr Corvus Grimalkin. Therapist. Occasionally a cat🐈‍⬛ or raven🐦‍⬛. Blame the shitty curse on that...

If you need a therapist, someone who's at least kinda versed in how to treat injuries, step right up!"

🐈‍⬛Basic Info bc I'm fixing the intro later: An odd fellow of 34 who seems at least mildly drunk half the time. His ability "Bad Luck Charm" is quite the oddity- not only does it cause bad luck for those around him, it also seems to allow him to transform into either a cat or a raven (When approaching in animal form, the according emoji will be added behind the tag). Whether he actually has a license is... questionable.

🐦‍⬛Usual rules! (Also adding later)

(pspspsps @haveyouseenbloodinthemoonlight @patiencepleaseyouwillbeonhold here's Therapist No. 3!)

[corvuscore]

My relocation mission.

tl;dr the el horso lady is trying to move out of state ASAP and making mashups so people donate, link to donate under the cut

This past week I started pushing on my YouTube channel for Ko-Fi donations to relocate me somewhere safe. My environment is hostile and, regardless of the election results this fall, is liable to become even worse. Making mashups is, as you might guess, not the most lucrative profession, so I've been stagnating on this mission for a long time, not making enough at my day job to make a dent in the relocation fund myself and yet devoting too much time to said day job to be a content farm and get donations that way.

So the recourse I've found is to pull mashups from the backlogs, being saved for a special occasion, and upload those as milestone rewards for the Ko-Fi campaign. The first $100 milestone was made possible in 24 hours thanks to my generous community, and that has given me the confidence to push harder for the next one. I uploaded the first milestone mashup today, and I will be preparing the second milestone for when we hit $200 basically right when I post this. Furthermore, my big stretch goal for now is that at $1000 total, I'll be releasing a sequel to my mashup mixtape BIRD BRAIN RADIO, an alternate reality radio broadcast built on entropy, at the behest of several YouTube comments that want more. A handful of the milestones between now and that release will be extended versions of tracks from the first mixtape.

If el horso or my solo work have had a positive impact on your life, I would humbly ask you to consider donating so that I can keep doing what I love in a place where I can safely exist. If you're also in a tight spot yourself, please take the time to reblog so the word gets out, I promise it makes a difference. I also know there are bigger things happening in the world than this that your money could be put towards instead, so please know I only ask because time feels like it's running out to get me to safety.

The first mashup reward is up as well: