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Reunion

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 8: reunion/found family/friends

CW: winged whumpee, slavery, dehumanization, memory loss

They stumbled as they were pushed into a cage and the door slammed shut behind them.

"Zem?"

They turned toward the voice. It was another avian in the cage next to theirs, older, with gray and black mottled feathers. Something tickled the back of their brain.

"Zem, yes, Zay and Mez's child. I remember you," the avian said.

They furrowed their brow. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are."

The avian's face fell. "Of course. They must have taken your memories. The technology's relativity new, and expensive, so they haven't wasted it on me. My name is Exal. I'm from your village on Zo'helt, though even if you hadn't been taken you probably wouldn't remember me. You were barely out of diapers when the slavers came."

Their head ached. "I-I've always been a slave."

Exal shook their head. "No, you haven't. Your name is Zem, and you were free once."

Zem. They turned the word over in their mind. It felt...right.

"I don't remember anything before the cage," Zem whispered. "I know there was stuff before, but I can't get to it. And," their breath hitched, "I'm so, so scared."

Exal reached through the bars to grab Zem's hand.

"This is my fifth time being sold. It never gets easier, but I promise things will be okay. Avians are a curiosity to these people. They buy us for decoration and amusement, and then sell us when we aren't new and shiny anymore. It's scary, but at least we aren't bought for hard labor."

Zem's chest felt tight. They squeezed Exal's hand. "I'm glad you're here. Can you tell me about home?"

Zem closed their eyes as Exal's soft voice told them about a place that only really existed for one of them.

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[squid-with-five-eyes]

I, Carrion (Icarian)... IN LATIN!!!!

translated one of my favorite songs off unreal unearth into latin for a project, the full translation is under the cut! credit to @buzzkillgirls for suggesting the song. my emphasis here was on making the translated lyrics fit the original meter more or less (which it does if you pronounce w elision) over exact one to one translation. ive got some notes at the end talking abt some of the choices i made! please feel free to ask me anything abt this and maybe suggest changes to the mistakes i inevitably made!

Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo

Tellus iter inveniat bruteum mihi

Gravitas mea est factus humiliter

Permeavi finem volatus

Pneuma una a caelo

Perveneram altam perrariorem

Pondus omnum onus oblatus nobis mundo est

Etsi adolesco, qui possum cado

Cum ego tollor verbis omnis tui

Si aliquis possum cadere umquam

Mundus mecum cadit

Causas me fluitare quam penna in mare

Cum sis gravis quam mundus

Quem tu manibus substas

Meditavi quodam die de fundamento

Video diu, amor o, caelum totum tenebas

Relinque, eo soli

Si necesse est, cara, innite mihi

Fluitabimus, sin cademus

Oro sole, non cade mecum

Habeo non pinnas, non habebo

Volans insuper mundum quem portas

Si alta cassum causant

Tum sim tui

Occidendus Icarus

Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo

Tellus iter inveniat bruteum mihi

Si cado illo die

Oro sole, non cade mecum

notes:

“Si vertit ventus et ventum accedo” bit of chiasmus here

“Tellus iter inveniate bruteum mihi” hyperbaton; no specific poetic reasoning other than i liked the flow of the line this way

“Gravitas mea est factus humiliter” "my weight has been made low" the specific word choice here ties into the song's theme of his love allowing him to let go of societal pressures, as gravitas means both weight and grandeur/importance, while humiliter is low, small, humble, obscure

“Meditavi quodam die de fundamento/Video diu, amor o, caelum totum tenebas” glosses as “one day i pondered about the foundation/i see, love, you were holding the entire sky for a long time” i really wanted to find an equivalent to “you all the way down” in roman cosmology i could use but nothing was super snappy

“Relinque, eo soli” instead of sky-bound, im saying “i go to the sun” as a more direct reference to icarus

“Habeo non pinnas, non habebo” so so proud of the parallel chiasmus structure here! when i wrote this i was mentally high fiving myself

“Si alta cassum causant” cassum is glossed as fall, but also plight, fate, calamity, disaster

“Occidendus Icarus” THERE IS NO WAY TO TRANSLATE THIS LYRIC SATISFACTORILY OH MY GOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW IMPOSSIBLE IT IS TO GET EVEN CLOSE TO THE ORIGINAL ENGLISH LYRIC'S WORDPLAY AND IMPACT AND MEANING. COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE. ultimately decided to go in the direction of using the unique features of Latin to create a new artistic choice instead of trying to translate the untranslatable. used a gerundive to express a sense of helplessness and fate; “Icarus who must be brought down/killed”

[tokidokifish]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright Characters: Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Established Relationship, Manfred von Karma's Bad Parenting, Fluff and Angst, Past Child Abuse, Recovery, Short & Sweet Summary:

“How come we never see you fly?” Aurora asks, decades later, from her place curled up on the corner of Miles’ desk.

Koios pauses, a file clasped delicately in his beak. He carefully sets it down in front of Miles before he answers. “I fly. I literally just flew.”

“You fluttered to the filing cabinet and back,” Aurora argues, rolling onto her side and stretching her paws out in his direction. “That’s not flying.”

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Some shadows are longer than others, but that doesn't mean they won't end.

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ace attorney daemon au that i wrote last night before my day went to shit, please enjoy

[lionofchaeronea]

“Laudes Africanae” - C. Vipsanius Totus (fl. 2733 AUC)

Hac nocte audio tympana resonantia; Illa autem audit solum susurros Cuiusvis sereni dialogi. Venit illa volatu mediae noctis et triginta; Pennae in lunae lumine reddunt Stellas quae me ad salvationem ducunt. In via senem detinui, quia Sperabam ut verba antiqua modosve Oblitos invenirem; Ad me se flexit, quasi dicere volens: “Festina, puer, ibi te expectat.”

Click here for translation: https://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

[chasingthehawk]

Remex Burning the midnight oil after a 12 hour shift. I decided to get out the colored pencils and attempt a decent drawing of Cooter's primary he dropped today. Not too shabby 😏

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Gaslighting

This is the first installment in my brand new mini-series called Pennae Volatus! Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 1: Gaslighting/hypnosis/brainwashing

CW: slavery, winged whumpee, memory loss, gaslighting

Their world was nothing but the cage and the man.

"You've always been a slave," he said flatly.

"That-that's not true," they replied. But they weren't sure. They tried to reach back in their memory, but all they saw was themself in a cage. Always. If there had been a time when they were free, when they had a name, they couldn't remember it. If they couldn't remember it, then it must not have been real.

"I-I'm a slave," they said hesitantly. "I've always been a slave." The words felt wrong on their tongue, but it was the truth, wasn't it?

The man gave them a broad smile.

"Good slave. Now preen those wings for me. You're going on sale tonight, and I expect to turn a pretty profit."

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Safe and Sound

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 11: escape/breaking the conditioning/safe and sound

CW: broken bones, winged whumpee, honestly pretty much comfort because Zem deserves good things

"Hey!"

Zem groaned. Everything hurt.

"Are you injured?" The voice was closer now. Footsteps approached them, then stopped abruptly. "Unt's spot, what's an avian doing here?"

Zem didn't have the energy to respond. This was a dream, anyway. They were dying, their final escape attempt a success only technically. Their body was bruised and battered, their wings both damaged beyond repair. And who knew what the internal damage was. Yep, Zem was dying, and their gasping brain had decided to conjure one tiny thread of comfort in front of them.

"I'm here to help," the voice said. Zem blinked their eyes open. The figure crouching next to them was quite round, with dark hair and a kind smile.

"My name's Maxin, what's yours?"

They didn't know why their dying brain decided that a dream with audience participation was necessary.

"Zem," they croaked out.

"Zem," Maxin said. "What a nice name. Were you stuck out here in that storm?"

"Yeah." Zem felt their eyes getting heavier.

"Hey, stay awake for me, Zem," Maxin said.

Zem forced their eyes open and shot Maxin a glare. What an annoying dream. Couldn't it just let a bird die in peace?

"My house isn't too far from here. Let me take you there. It's not safe out in the open, what with the flesh eating monsters and such."

Despite themself, Zem giggled. That would be ironic, wouldn't it? Escaping slavery only to be eaten.

"Oh no, there's nothing to laugh about," Maxin said. "They'd love to sink their teeth into both of us."

Zem groaned as they realized that this was not in fact a dream. They hurt too fucking much for that. Zem tried to move their arms and legs.

"There you go!" Maxin said. He gently grabbed Zem's arm and helped them to sit up. Zem's head pounded.

"Can you stand?" Maxin asked.

Zem moved their legs experimentally. "I-I think so."

"Excellent, friend, let's get you up." Maxin helped Zem to their feet. "Now we can take it nice and slow. I see that your wing is injured, are you hurt anywhere else?"

Zem winced. "Everywhere."

"Well, that won't do," Maxin said. "When we get back to the house I'll see what I can do. Get you some food and water too."

Zemk grabbed Maxin's arms as a wave of dizziness hit them.

"Woah there," Maxin said. His brow pinched in concern. "I don't think you'll be able to walk. If you climb on my back, I should be able to carry you."

Zem nodded, too weak to argue, and wrapped their arms around Maxin's neck. He grabbed their legs and hoisted them onto his back.

"Perfect. Let's get you home."

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Overheating

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 9: hypothermia/overheating/dehydration

CW: winged whumpee, slavery, forced to perform, overheating, dehydration, carewhumper

Zem flew through the rings. Sweat dripped down their brow. They landed on the perch and spread their wings in the big finish, almost losing their balance.

"Again," Orthax snapped.

Zem's eyes burned with sweat and angry tears. They tried to wipe their face, but it didn't help. Their mouth was dry, their tongue heavy and stiff despite the moisture coating their skin. Rehearsal had been going on for twelve hours. The tent was stifling. Fans blew at the bottom, where Orthax stood with a scowl and what looked like a cold drink, but up here it was stifling.

"Now, bird-brain."

Zem lifted their wings and jumped off the perch. Their head spun and they gracelessly tumbled through the air, barely being strong enough to control their descent. They collapsed in front of Orthax.

"W-" they rasped. They attempted to lick their lips. "W-water."

Orthax's face turned from annoyance to alarm.

"You should have said something sooner," he said as he knelt down with has glass. Zem would have cried with relief if they had any moisture left to spare.

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Drunk Caretaking

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 5: drunk caretaking/concussed caretaking/feverish caretaking

CW: slavery, failed performance, embarrassment, drunk caretaker, carewhumper, alcohol mention, smoking mention, dehumanization

Zem closed their eyes and hugged themself. The performance hadn't gone well tonight. As they had been soaring through the tent, their wing had gotten caught on a loose rope. They had fallen to the ground in front of everyone. Zem wiped at their eyes, and their hands came away smudged with mascara.

"What's wrong, little bird?" Orthax slurred. Zem looked up at him. He was leaning against the tent post, a half empty bottle in his hand and a cigar between his teeth.

"I made a fool of myself," Zem said with a wobble in their voice. "In front of hundreds of people."

Orthax ambled over, settling heavily in the chair next to them.

"Ah, that's nothin', birdy. It happens to the best of us." He reached over as if to clap them on the back, but then seemed to remember their wings were in the way. Instead he awkwardly patted their head. Despite themself, the corner of Zem's mouth titled into a smile.

"Besides," Orthax continued, "there's always tomorrow."

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Pinioning

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 4: amputation/degloving/vivisection

CW: winged whumpee, slavery, failed escape attempt, choking, dehumanization, amputation

Orthax's grip was painfully tight as he led Zem toward the metal table.

"You ungrateful, bird-brained, insolent idiot," Orthax muttered. "I didn't want it to come to this, but I can't have you trying to escape again."

Zem's eyes widened when they saw the scalpel next to the operating table.

"No." Zem tried to pull away from Orthax, but he was bigger and stronger. "No!" Zem yelled. The next thing they knew, Orthax grabbed them by the throat. Zem gasped and floundered for Orthax's arm. They couldn't breathe.

Just when they thought they would pass out, Orthax released them. Zem fell to the ground. They barely had a moment to catch their breath before hands were grabbing them and forcing them onto the table.

"Sorry about that," Orthax was saying. "They are easily flustered."

"It's no problem," the doctor said. "I'm quite used to the antics of avians. Now, let's get down to business. You only wanted the left wing pinioned, correct?"

Zem's blood ran cold.

"You can't be serious," Zem said. "You're not going to amputate my wing?"

"Don't be so dramatic," the doctor said, rolling their eyes. "I will only be removing a small part of the wing, enough to restrict your ability to fly."

Zem's eyes filled with tears. "No, please, no." They turned to Orthax. "Please Orthax, I promise I won't try to escape again. I swear it. Just don't do this."

Orthax looked at them with something like disappointment. "You've already broken that promise multiple times. Trust me, I don't want this either, but you've forced my hand." He turned to the doctor. "Yes, only the left wing."

"Very good." The doctor slipped on a pair of gloves. Orthax's hand was on Zem's chest, keeping them on the table. "Avians don't do well with anesthesia, so we will need to restrain them."

Zem fought with everything they had, but it wasn't enough. They sobbed openly in pain and despair as the doctor severed the end of their wing.

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Bath

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets Day 2: platonic bathing/hair care/make-up

CW: winged whumpee, ptsd, implied non-sexual nudity

Zem shut their eyes as Maxin poured water over their head.

"You're okay," Maxin murmured. Zem wrapped their arms around themself. Their heart pounded in their chest. It was too much like how they used to be bathed before the performances.

Maxin gently worked the shampoo into Zem's matted hair. His fingers were gentle as he untangled the knots.

They breathed out a shaky breath. This wasn't too bad.

Then Maxin touched their wing. Zem jerked to the side, tumbling out of the bathtub and onto the ground.

"No!" they shrieked, curling in on themself. "No!"

Maxin tried to say something, but they couldn't hear. Not their wings. Anything but their wings.

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Thunderstorm

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets Day 3: thunderstorm/blizzard/heat wave

CW: winged whumpee, thunderstorm, broken bones

Lightning seemed to crack the sky open. They were soaked to the bone, their thin clothes giving them no protection from the elements. They stumbled over a rock and fell, hitting the ground with a thud that knocked the air from their lungs. The rain pelted down even harder.

I shouldn't have run.

They were on the moon Nefa'ri, a backwater with less than a thousand permanent inhabitants. They had no idea how far they were from the nearest settlement, or even what direction that settlement was in. And more immediately, they didn't know where to find shelter from this storm.

Lightning flashed just a second before thunder boomed. They winced and slapped their hands over their ears. They tried to bring their wings up to cover their head, but then gasped as pain shot through their right wing. They had forgotten that it was broken. Icy fear swept into their stomach.

I'm going to die here.

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Begging for Mercy

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 10: execution/fake execution/begging for mercy

CW: capture, slavery, net, dehumanization, mentioned colonization, winged whumpee

Zem looked at their sheep and daydreamed about their future child. Xel would be giving birth soon. Zem couldn't wait to meet the chick, teach them how to tend the flocks, how to find the best berries, how to fly. They looked out at the sheep, who were happily munching away at the grass, and sighed in contentment.

A rumble filled the air. Zem's muscles tensed and they grabbed their crook. Zem launched themself into the air, but suddenly the ship emerged from the clouds, diving down and forcing them back to the ground. Then something hit them from behind. They fell as the net tightened around them. Of course, a distraction.

"We've got them!" The dialect was that of the foreigners, the ones who had started outposts all over the planet. The slavers.

Hands and legs pressed against Zem, pinning them to the ground. Zem struggled, their breaths ragged with panic.

"Let go of me!" they yelled. The words were harsh on their tongue, sharp and jagged. A knee dug painfully into their back and they grunted.

"Be careful!" a slaver snapped. "The bones are hollow."

Zem couldn't move, could only watch in horror as the ship landed. Their flock was long gone, scattered by the commotion.

The slavers picked Zem up, net and all, and carried them toward the waiting ship.

Icy fear flooded Zem's body. "Please! I have a spouse. We're expecting our first child. Please, don't do this!"

"Stop screaming, birdy, you should be grateful. You're getting a free ride off this rock."

Zem struggled against the net, but all they succeeded at doing was getting more tangled.

I should have stayed closer to the village, I shouldn't have taken the flock so far-

-I should have told Xel I love them.

"Please!" Zem screamed. "Please! I have a family, please have mercy!"

The slavers carried Zem onto the ship and Zem sobbed. Zem's stomach sank as the ship roared to life.

"Please," they whispered.

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Pennae Volatus Masterlist

This is my first ever sci-fi whump series! It features a winged whumpee, feuding moons, and a sci-fi circus.

General content warnings for this series: kidnapping, slavery, gaslighting, colonialism, dehumanization, forced to perform, winged whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, sci-fi setting

Augusnippets 2024

Gaslighting

Bath

Thunderstorm

Pinioning

Drunk Caretaking

Crash Landing

Choking

Reunion

Overheating

Begging for Mercy

Safe and Sound

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Crash Landing

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 6: car accident/plane crash/ship wreck

CW: winged whumpee, escape, escape pod crash, broken bones, fainting

Zem held their breath as the escape pod blasted out of the ship. Their heart hammered in their ears as alarms blared and lights flashed.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

They were shooting through the atmosphere too fast. Zem sweated as the temperature in the escape pod rose higher and higher as it tumbled through the atmosphere. Their head spun and they were on the verge of passing out when the pod slammed into the ground.

Zem did pass out then. They gasped awake to a shooting pain through their right wing. They turned their head to see the wing bent at a very, very wrong angle. Zem struggled with releasing themself from the harness.

Zem almost blacked out again when trying to get out of the pod. But they made it. They clambered out of the steaming wreckage and fell to the ground. They clenched their teeth to keep from screaming. They had escaped, but now they were trapped.

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Choking

Pennae Volatus Masterlist

Augusnippets 2024 Day 7: waterboarding/drowning/choking

CW: winged whumpee, slavery, choking, dehumanization

They tried to pry the fingers off. They really did. But with every second they got weaker and weaker. Spots danced in their vision.

"Understand now, birdy?" The fingers loosened their grip. They drew in a gasping breath.

"Who am I?"

"My-my master."

"And what are you going to do for me?"

"Fly."

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