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He's been in the foulest of moods as of late. His feathers are molting.
#{Ic Musings#the best realization that came from giving him the raven aspect was that I can have fun with Bird Stuff#the way I've been in bird owner R.eddit threads and looking up bird molting stuff on G.oogle today
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Oh OOPS. Just realized that I put this on my que with absolutely 0 context XD.
Friendly reminder that Finch’s tail, back, neck and mane are mostly feathers, which means he also goes through molts. Most of his molts are unremarkable.
Other times they’re like this.
When he sheds a little too much at a time :’D
He’ll be fine in a few weeks, but he’s just absolutely hating life right now.
You should have seen him in his teens D:
#sfw furry#eastern coyote#coywolf#wolf#canine#fursona#furryart#molt#hybrid#raven-coyote hybrid#anime style#concept#shedding#you should have seen him in his teens#Finch#Thistle
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Past Photo Favorites - Ravens playing in the Santa Fe River Channel In Agua Fria. One found an egg - not sure if it was eaten. This was after a brief flowing of water following some snow in the mountains melting. After a day the water ran dry again. #Ravens #Corvid #Raven #Raven #RavensOfInstagram #Molting #RavensMolt #CorvidsOfInstagram #Birds #Bird #BirdPhotography #Birding #BirdingPhotography #Naturalist #PhotoByJeriRae (at Agua Fria, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnIPmzDvLxQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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anything with wing clipping. i once tried to do research on it for a fic and,, it is SO angsty
i got u fam <333 (i have way too much brainrot on this bear with me LMAO)
tips for writing ✨wingfics✨
!!please credit/tag me if you use this!! i'd love to see what you write!!
physical differences:
area where wings connect to their back is insanely sensitive!!
feathers falling e v e r y w h e r e
wings are big!! if the wearer hasn't had them for long, or is younger/inexperienced, they're gonna knock shit over
~birb noises~
they're actually really good singers with insane lung capacity, a lot of them are/could be opera singers
thin bones, so they're super light and even though most think it's embarrassing to be picked up so easily there's always One Dude who's like 'carry me everywhere'
smaller birds = smaller people. most wings correspond to a specific species, and hummingbird varieties are notoriously short (though never say that to their face, they will probably murder you <3)
unless the avian is a kind of waterbird (penguins, sometimes eagles) going into water will clog their wings and they could drown!! adding onto this i imagine that avians have special bathtubs and brushes and stuff so that they can properly clean their wings
on the flip side if an avian does NOT clean their wings they can get tangled or matted which a) is super painful b) could impact their flying and c) could cause sickness !!
dislocated wings >:(( this happens about as often as dislocated shoulders do with regular people. this can be caused by a couple things like blunt force, trying to manuever/twist wings in ways they aren't supposed to go, or flying too often/straining wings.
psychological differences:
preening!! it's intimate, but doesn't have to be romantic/sexual. obv there is room for very fluffy and romantic moments but it can be either way
flock!!! it's kinda like a family or a pack
the urge to Make a Nest and Only Let the Flock In
once the Flock is In the Nest then the Flock Will Not Leave Ever
molting!! old feathers fall out to allow new ones to grow in !
molting is basically the bird version of a period except all birds have it once or twice a year. they're more emotional, super sensitive, and extra clingy during molting!!
if an avian gives you one of their feathers it's basically a version of marriage, except it doesnt have to be romantic. its essentially a promise, like a 'we're with each other forever' kinda thing.
just as humans have discrimination, i imagine that avians have it too. more common species like songbirds, ravens, or crows are probably valued in society way less than those like eagles, doves, or parrots, and there could also be stereotypes against species like vultures or condors.
on wing clipping:
in my mind wing clipping is a lot like trimming your fingernails realllly sloppily, except the difference is that you should NEVER clip an avian's wings.
what i mean by fingernails is that the nails themselves don't hurt but if you do it sloppily there are Consequences: clipped too short -> irritated skin. clipped inconsistently -> sharp edges, snags on everything INCLUDING other feathers
huge violation of boundaries/self!! clipped wings -> can't fly. flying is integral to avian health and if they can't fly their mood and mental health will fall drastically.
clipped feathers take a long time to grow back, and therefore clipping has long-term effects. it also damages the feathers themselves (obviously) in ways that sometimes can't be healed
if an avian's wings are clipped their trust goes DOWN and their insecurity goes UP. its likely that if someone else tries to touch their wings they will freak out
clipped wings also make avians more jumpy and paranoid because they've lost their major way to escape/protect themselves: flying away.
angst potentials in wingfics (spoiler: there's a lot):
like i said, clipped wings -> can't fly. write about an avian's first time flying again. (not super angsty but still)
SUPER angsty: write about the actual act of wing clipping.
an avian is neglecting their wing care and tries to hide it.
relationship between a 'noble' avian (eagle, dove, etc) and a 'basic' avian (crow, raven, etc) and society's dislike of the relationship.
or maybe avians are a minority in a human world, and an avian has to hide their wings to be safe.
hope this helped!! <33
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Hello! If it’s not too much trouble, would you be willing to discuss how to describe a character with nonhuman features? Such as wings, specifically? Thank you!
Prompts for Describing a Character with Wings
-> @she-who-fights-and-writes made an in-depth post about writing a character with wings with many helpful tips to remember while writing. They also include a list of vocabulary to describe the movement of wings based on the character's emotions. Their post can be found Here.
-> @kedreeva made a post regarding the science behind a character having wings, including anatomy of the wings themselves and the feathers. They also dive into info about preening, molting, nesting, etc. That post can be found Here.
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
He was a handsome guy with sharp features, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of his wings. They sprouted from his back like two extra limbs that he could control at will, with long, silky black feathers like a raven.
The feathers of her wings flared when she was angry, making her appear bigger than she was.
They had wings like a hummingbird that fluttered just as fast as his heart when he saw them.
He hated his wings sometimes. They were big and bulky and never useful to him when he was on the ground. He groaned as he bent to pick up the things his wings had managed to knock off the shelf, only to have them swipe a few more items from the counter and onto the floor.
Her wings were neatly folded behind her back, tucked close. At a sudden noise behind her, she jolted, her wings shooting out to display her full wingspan. Her heart pounded in her chest, her feathers twitching as she searched for the source of the noise.
The wings on their back gently shifted, hovering over her head to shield her from the rain.
His wings stretched out to their full wingspan as a last minute attempt to keep himself from falling.
She felt free when she was in the air, her wings finally able to stretch out to their full potential. She felt so trapped on the ground sometimes, forced to keep them folded so they don't get in the way.
God, he thought they were beautiful. They were an angel, had to be. An angel blessed with the prettiest wings he had ever seen on a person, sprouting gently from their back like a waterfall of feathers.
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Putting some doodles of my Disney fairies AU here~
Venti in this AU would be a story-telling-talent fairy who hangs out a lot with the oh-so mysterious scouting-talent fairy Xiao when he’s on break.
Venti’s twin brother Himmel was taken by a hawk, and Xiao’s entire crew (the yakshas) died to hawk attacks.
Fischl is another story-telling talent fairy and is one of venti’s close friends, she often joins venti in deciphering the “Modern Language” of the clumsies from lists of observations Prilla sends their way. Fischl likes to adorn herself in molted or fake raven feathers.
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Lyfrassir/their species in general have wings. There's no color in them, ever, and the darker your plumage the pess conventionally attractive it is. Like, all the fancy rich people have dark gray wings, but proper black wings went extinct with everyone on the train.
Lyf has light gray wings, but after the Bifrost, they suddenly molt and now have pure black raven-like wings with a rainbow/iridescent shine to them. Since the whole Odin having ravens in Norse mythology thing.
Also just got into the fandom, so ignore any and all inaccuracies or I'll cry /j
OH REALLL. blatantly non human lyf my beloved
-mod fen
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One of my favorite shots of the raven from my Yosemite trip.
It can be tricky editing corvid shots, or more specifically dark birds, since little detail will be seen unless the ISO is blown up. Here the ISO was quite high (3200) with an exposure time of 1/500 sec. While in person you'd see this detail it might be a bit darker (especially around the eyes.) I don't really care much for hyper editing photos, but with corvids it can get tricky to get them to look good when they can appear quite dark. Plus their feathers can look quite different depending on the amount of light hitting them, the angle at which you're looking at them, time of year (due to molting), age, etc.
#corvid#corvidae#corvids#bird pics#bird#birdphotography#birds#raven#ravens#yosemite national park#yosemite#real photography#wildlife photography#original photography#bird photography#photographers on tumblr#original photography on tumblr
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Anyone else think Mammon is sneakily collecting Lucifer’s molted feathers and selling them as ‘raven’?
Just me?
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me headcanons#obey me!#obey me mammon#chaos sheep rambles
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i've got that bsd brainrot, and it's bleeding into wuya a lot.
his verse branches off into " detective agency " and " hunting dog adjacent little rat bastard ". unfortunately, as clever as wuya is, he is quite susceptible to influence if people know what to go for. wuya's never had a home, or people to rely on. i keep him mostly neutral to begin with, aiding the guild to see what all the hub bub is about with the agency and the mafia. but otherwise... it goes either way. i love him for that tbh, i love characters who's story is kind of up in the air.
#molting brb. ( ooc )#can i give wuya a pet bird#like... like a lil raven or smthn#caw caw#or a crow#let him have a corvid he uses to send stuff sometimes
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Hello, I'm developing an enrichment guide for small animals in my shelter and your blog was very helpful with grimace scales, I was wondering if you had found any more for animals like reptiles, birds, and hedgehogs?
I'm afraid not, but I can go through the rescue folder to show some expressions of discomfort and unwellness.
We'll use Ankhou (May he rest in peace) as our baseline for a comfortable, healthy pigeon.
Like most birds, pigeon eyes are nearly frozen in their sockets.
They have neither whiskers, lips, nor external ears to grimace with.
So their expressions are mostly in the position of their heads, necks, and tails, and which groupings of feathers are raised or flattened.
This is an expression of supreme comfort.
Just a little squinty. Forehead and neck feathers fluffed up.
Everything else smooth and relaxed.
This was Passenger's arrival photo. (Some of you may have remembered her having been in the news.)
Note the curve of her neck, the low dip of her tail, sunken eyes and thin, drawn beak.
The half lidded eyes are an extreme expression of pained exhaustion.
Pigeons, even when hurt, are hypervigilant, and will be wide eyed more often than not.
She is extremely dehydrated and malnourished in this photo, barely able to stand.
Look at the difference, post recovery.
Especially at her stance (keenly alert), eyes (bright and clear), and beak (much more fleshed out).
In her case, the sunken eyes and thin beak in particular warned that she was extremely dehydrated.
Archie, on arrival, is scared and in pain, having suffered a broken wing from a vehicle strike.
Note the ruffled throat and tightly tucked head.
Same young bird, having healed.
Bridget, on arrival, had a broken wing and leg on the same side. (Also a vehicle strike.)
A little older than Archie, keenly interested in the food in front of her, and absolutely ravenous, but you still see the neck folded and head tucked.
This was when she first started putting weight on her healing foot.
She's terrified of me: note the huge pupils and ruffling of her shield feathers.
She's threatening to box me with her broken wing.
Note the almost angular ruffling of her neck feathers and how far between her shoulders her little head is tucked.
That defensive posture hurts.
Here she is, still terrified of me, but now fully healed.
Look how her head is positioned.
Yes, this is still Bridget.
She does have a neck! XD
In the loft, she's curious. Still scared of me, but I am more familiar than the flock of strange pigeons.
She's trying to figure out what perch to aim for.
Pete suffered a cat bite to the wrist of the wing facing the camera and an injury to his eyelid.
It's in a bad spot, right between the joints, and the inflammation response is so intensely painful that she can't flex her little wing.
Notice the tightly tucked head, ruffled throat, and over all hunched appearance.
Here, she is no longer in any pain; just scared.
Being in the pigeon hospital is terrifying for ferals.
It's bad enough being confined to a tiny cage, but vaccines, worming, weekly louse dips, and in this case daily antibiotics are an absolute hell of an introduction to living in human care!
Pete just has a very long skinny neck and tiny head with a fine featured face.
But, fully healed, despite the god awful molt, you can see the difference in her posture and even the wideness of her eyes.
Pierce was an extremely lucky hawk strike survivor.
It's a minor miracle that no vital organs were damaged!
But there is the extreme pain hunch in a bird whose injuries are fresh.
Note the set of the head between the shoulders, forward lean, and ruffling at the throat with feathers flattened very tightly otherwise.
This is the same bird, after all three talon holes healed.
Licorice was an interesting case!
Tied by zip tie and string to a steak in the ground for dog bait and suffering a teratoma in her breast muscle.
This is defensive posture.
She is not injured or in any pain, but she is scared, and looking for an opportunity to escape the carrier.
The teratoma (A bizarre tumor made of, in her case, random feather material in a keratin capsule) has no nerves, and her skin formed a neat little pocket around it.
Here she is after the teratoma was removed.
Not by any stretch thrilled to have me so close for pictures, but bright eyes and alert, confident I am not going to attack her.
Orion was a sad malnourished mess.
Note the lack of tail feathers, the baldness of his face, skinny toes, and shrunken beak.
Once again, head sunk down between his hunched shoulders, neck folded under it in a tight S curve that pushes the throat feathers out.
Very slight squint to eyes that would be wide with alarm were he not just exhausted from his state of starvation.
Poor little vulture child!
He's very excited for food in this photo, but since you can see his skin so well, look how much less pinched it is around the base of his beak now that he is no longer suffering severe dehydration.
Coal had the very good fortune to come in healthy and old enough to self feed.
He was just separated from his flock weeks before he'd have been able to fly.
He isn't in pain or ill.
Being dipped and wormed sucked!
So coal is NOT happy to see me a week after that last photo!
But note that his shoulders are not hunched.
While his neck is folded and his head is low, it isn't sunk down in between his shoulders.
The nape of his neck is fluffed up.
This is defensive threat posture.
He's scared, but warning me that he'll box and bite me if I get any closer.
Coal has been here a few weeks at this point.
He's not happy to see me. Dips and meds still suck.
But they don't hurt, and I get them done with pretty quick.
So he's nervous on this photo.
He's not looking forward to what ever I am about to have to do, but it's sunk in that he's not going to die or be injured.
Bug free and ready for adoption, Coal was not happy about having his pigeon business interrupted for a photo, but he's only mildly annoyed, not nervous or overtly afraid.
Now, let's look at the second most commonly rescued breed: Racing homers.
This is Grayson: Who was found crashed out hungry in 2016.
This bird failed a race.
Because they were bred to be wartime messengers, and their messages were of absolutely vital importance, the impulse to stop mid return flight to forage has been bred out of Racing Homers.
When released away from their loft, they only stop when they get home, or if it's gotten too dark to fly.
Once the food in their crop runs out (usually something extremely fatty like peanuts, for the highest possible density of fuel), their body starts digesting their muscle.
The flight muscles of a pigeon are roughly 1/4 of their overall weight.
Once they lose enough of that, they can't get off the ground anymore.
It takes about three days of non stop flight for this to happen, and a good two to four solid weeks of rebuilding condition before they can physically fly again.
Note Greyson's hunch and drooping tail, but the keen alertness in his eyes compared to the ferals.
He is not injured or sick.
He is suffering exclusively from the rapid muscle atrophy unique to racing homers who have failed a race or training toss.
This is the same bird, post recovery.
Just doesn't like being asked to pose.
Meat much more evenly surrounds his keel, and his wings no longer look to be too big for him.
Look at the way his cere has filled out compared to the previous photo.
Mark most likely got lost on a training flight.
You can tell by his poorly developed cere that this is a very young bird; not quite sexually mature.
Note the weird, flat angle of the chest and downward tilt of the head.
He trapped into a chicken coop in desperation to escape a bad storm, and unfortunately picked up worms from the chickens, and giardia likely from dirty puddle water.
This photo was taken just a little before he became severely symptomatic, while he was still able to hide being sick.
He almost died from the giardia.
He was so exhausted and dehydrated from constant diarrhea by which his body tried to expel the protozoan parasite that he didn't have energy to eat and had to be force fed several small meals a day for a few weeks until he had the strength to feed himself.
Here he is the last week of quarantine, anxious about being handled for his update photo, but no longer sick.
And here he is fully recovered and showing off his very full crop, but having the worst molt!
I hope this meander through a small percentage of my rescue folder has been enough to help you see the pattern.
It's more in the overall posture than the facial expression, as pigeons largely lack the facial muscles and features that give mammals such expressive faces.
Look for a head sunken between hunched shoulders and a drooping tail.
The more hunchy the bird, the tighter tucked head, and the further the tail droops, the more severe the discomfort.
A dramatically bobbing tail signifies a struggle breathing, the causes of which can range from anxiety to pain to physical obstruction of the air ways.
Partly lidded, sunken eyes and a shrunken beak along with a slight wobble or tremor should signify an emergency; severe dehydration.
The extremely drab, brown tinged feathers that Orion displays are a symptom of nestling malnutrition.
Most likely, his mother was malnourished when she laid the egg, and his parents could not find enough food to support the rapid growth of a baby pigeon.
Ankhou came in years later from the same area; the parking lot of a strip mall where feral pigeons are trapped and eradicated.
He's four or five weeks old in this photo, by the length of his flights, which were the only feathers he had, because his body did not get enough to grow both bones and feathers.
It took him six months to feather out fully.
And almost a year to molt into his full adult plumage.
Well, that went a little off topic. >.<
But I hope it helped.
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𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Four
Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.
Warnings: Angst.
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).
Word Count: ~2.1k
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1916, The Dreaming
Morpheus was reading to you, a past time you had wormed out of him much to his confusion for why you wanted him to read to you. You knew perfectly well how to read these days, could flip your own pages, had read an innumerous amount of books since becoming a raven. But he found that it was, at times, hard to say no to you. He would never admit that he enjoyed your active seeking of his company. So here he was with you perched on the arm rest of his throne while he read you one of the newest books to appear in the library.
It was a book of poems, The Road Not Taken, by a mortal named Robert Frost, you found that you rather liked listening to the poems. Or maybe it was Morpheus’s voice. You liked the sound of it just as much. Morpheus finished up the last poem in the book and slowly closed the heavy leather bound book.
“Are you still awake, my raven?” Morpheus softly asked, knowing that on occasion, you fell asleep. A sight he rather enjoyed. But no, you had not fallen asleep this time and waddled your way to the end of the arm rest.
“Quite so,” You replied, tilting your head. “And I don’t always fall asleep.” Morpheus raised an eyebrow in counter and you stamped your foot. “I mean it! I’m listening!”
“So you say,” Morpheus echoed, enjoying the way you worked yourself up. It was when your true personality shone the brightest and your melancholy of being a raven was momentarily forgotten. Morpheus’s eyes dropped to the little anklet wrapped around your left leg. It had a little ruby hanging off of it that matched the one he wore around his neck. It was a gift that he had gotten you years past after Jessamy mentioned your birthday.
While mortal celebrations such as birthdays were not celebrated within The Dreaming, Jessamy had planned out a small party for your 150th birthday. Many of the palace staff had given you unique trinkets from around the realm, even some found in other realms. Morpheus had mulled over what gift to give you, knowing that you already had all material possessions you could want. Certainly when it pertained to your passion of art. Jessamy had saved the day once again, suggesting that you would love something he created.
Morpheus had thought a ruby would be appropriate, as the red color fit nicely against your midnight and pearl colored feathers. It was also nice to have every visitor in the realm see that you were his beloved raven. You had glowed when he presented to you and you glowed every time it was mentioned, and then showed it off to anyone who would look.
“You’re staring, am I molting again without realizing it? Do I have pin feathers sticking out?” You asked, titling your head to the side before turning in a circle and inspecting your plumage. You couldn’t see any wayward feathers… but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.
“Be at peace, Adrienne, for there is naught a single feather out of place,” Morpheus assured you, fingers catching the side of your face and drawing your gaze back to his. “I was merely appreciating the divine Corvus perched upon my throne.”
“You’re flattering me… what are you about to do?” You accused him, narrowing your eyes at Morpheus and once again, hitting the nail on the head. Morpheus sighed at your ability to see through him.
“Adrienne…”
“No,” You tutted, hopping a few paces so you were out of reach of his bewitching touch. “I know when you and Jessamy are about to leave The Dreaming, you are consistently trying to get in my good graces. Where are you off to this time?”
“A Nightmare has gone rogue, Jessamy and I will be setting out to retrieve him.” Morpheus explained, running the back of his fingers down your neck. You stared hard into his eyes for a few moments before deciding that he was telling the truth. Not that he had ever told you an untruth.
“A rogue Nightmare,” You mused to yourself, mind thinking over who the fool was to go against Morpheus. “Which one? And why are you going to retrieve them? Can’t you just tell one of the others to go get him?”
Morpheus shook his head.
“I fear that it is one of the great arcana’s, that has strayed from his task.” He explained to you. “I shall go and retrieve him myself.” When it became apparent that Morpheus wasn’t going to tell you who had strayed from their task, you pressed further.
“You didn’t answer which one rebelled.” You pointed out. Morpheus, try as he might, couldn’t hide everything from you. You were the sibling of Jessamy and neither of you missed anything. You took a threatening step (it was hardly threatening to the Endless) towards Morpheus. “Who was it!?”
“Adrienne,” Morpheus started to speak, you cut him off.
“This isn’t something you need to protect me from!” You pointed out. “If it’s a threat to The Dreaming then I should know! You know ignorance is the biggest threat of them all.” Morpheus disagreed, sometimes knowing was far more dangerous, but he wouldn’t argue with you. He didn’t want to argue with you.
“I fear that it is The Corinthian who has gone astray,” Morpheus admitted to you, drawing a finger to the underside of your beak. “But you are not to interfere, Adrienne.” He warned you, his eyes sparkling with his astral power for a moment. “Am I clear?”
You weren’t so rebellious to not recognize a serious warning that you’d do well to heed.
“How bad is it?” You asked quietly, slumping where you stood, worry now filling your tiny body. Morpheus gaze turned gentle once more.
“Have no fear for Jessamy and I, my precious Adrienne, we are only going out to retrieve the Corinthian.” Morpheus soothed and reassured you. “We shall be back before you finish your sketch.”
“I told you that I only have an hours work left.“ You said skeptically.
“Precisely,” Morpheus spoke before rising from the throne and setting the book aside. He summoned his helm and donned it, then turned back to you. “Wait for me, Adrienne, and we shall start the next book in our stack. There is nothing to worry about,” He promised, then drawing out his pouch of sand, you watched as Morpheus transported himself from the realm.
“Then why do I have a bad feeling?” You whispered to an empty throne room.
You were mindlessly dragging your pencil across parchment, in a trance and dissociating from your surroundings. The only sound in your studio was the scratching of your pencil and your little feet twisting around on your work table. Lowering the pencil from the parchment, you examined the sketch of Morpheus with Jessamy perched on his shoulder. You didn’t know why you felt so composed to sketch it. Maybe it was the fact that despite Morpheus giving you his word that he would be back within an hour, both of them had yet to return after three hours.
Then again, time was weird within The Dreaming, so perhaps you had once again let it pull you into its grasp. Your head turned to the silent clock hanging on the wall. No. It had been three hours since Jessamy and Morpheus left. Late. Dream of the Endless was never late. Dream of the Endless never broke his promises. The pencil slipped from your grasp and you let it roll along the table and fall to the floor.
“I’d hate to harass Lucienne, but this is not normal.” You spoke to yourself, not able to hold back the growing worry within your small body. Abandoning the sketch, you took flight and opened a hole in the realm to fly directly to the library. Flying from your art studio to the library, you soared through the shelves and spotted Lucienne shelving a stack of books. You flared your wings and coasted down, landing on the top of the shelf. Lucienne looked up at you.
“Hello Adrienne, what brings you by the library.” You shifted your wings nervously, not wanting to bother her, but knowing that something was indeed wrong.
“Morpheus and Jessamy aren’t back yet,” You explained softly. “It’s been three hours.” Lucienne’s eyebrow went up and she adjusted her spectacles.
“Perhaps they found other business to attend to,” Lucienne offered.
“He promised he wouldn’t even be an hour, Luce, he said to wait for him,” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “He— he promised.”
That had Lucienne’s back going ramrod straight, for she knew that when Morpheus made promises, especially to you, he always kept his word. There was no one in the universe that Morpheus cherished more than you, and if he hadn’t kept a promise to you? Something was gravely wrong.
“Can you still feel Jessamy?” Lucienne asked, knowing that you and Jessamy were connected through your shared blood. You bobbed your head and shuffled in place, your ruby anklet jangling.
“Yes, that was the first thing I checked when the hour was up. You know Jess, she doesn’t play around, she’d make sure they found Cori and brought him back. She wouldn’t let anything get in their way. If they were going to change plans they’d tell me,” You said, your true anxiety leeching into your voice. “Luce, I haven’t heard anything from them.”
Everyone in the palace waited for Morpheus to return. Some with bated breath, others sure that the Endless simply had gotten caught up in business. But then days turned into weeks, and weeks to months. Soon years were trickling by, Endless and raven still missing. You always kept hope in your heart, certain that they would come back. They wouldn’t leave you all alone. But they never came and you sat perched on the armrest of Morpheus’s throne, waiting.
You didn’t know if it was your faith in Morpheus and Jessamy that kept you waiting, or your love for them. Jessamy was your rock, grounding you to The Dreaming and keeping you stable in your immortal life. Morpheus was the one who held you heart. To lose either of them would hurt you irreparably.
Night and day you sat there, waiting. It felt like agony to you, and it was by Lucienne and Mervyn’s despair that you barely took care of yourself. You often found yourself curled up on Morpheus’s throne, hoping that when you woke up they would be there. That Morpheus would be staring down at you in amusement as he chastised you for sleeping in his seat. You would give anything to be chastised by him again. But they never came back. Jessamy never came swooping back into the throne room. Morpheus never returned in a swirl of starry eyes and dark hair.
Then one day, nearly ten years after their disappearance, you were numbly helping Lucienne shelve books in the library. She had convinced you to leave the throne room, a very rare occurrence. Clicking across the table full of books, you were about to tug the next book of a pile when a blinding pain hit your chest and you let out a scream. Lucienne spun around to look at you just as your body flopped onto the table top and you convulsed.
Pain was blistering all over your body, like hot rocks were digging into your flesh. You flailed, your wings flapping like crazy while you struggled to breathe. Just as quickly as that blinding pain had come, it disappeared and you were left feeling a deep emptiness. While you gasped for air and tried to understand what had just happened, Lucienne’s hands gently righted your twisted body.
“Adrienne!?” Lucienne called, alarmed by your scream and worried that something terrible had happened. “Adrienne what happened?” You whimpered, knowing exactly what the hollowed emptiness you felt was. Not able to hold back your choked sob, you let out another terrible scream as tears dripped from your eyes.
“She’s gone!” You choked out, your wings flapping against the wood as you tried to grasp onto something to stop you from truly breaking down. Lucienne didn’t understand what you meant by ‘she’s gone’ at first, but the more your writhed around and the more you cried, the further her heart sank in her chest.
Only one event would cause you this much pain.
Lucienne collected you within her arms and held you against her chest to stop your thrashes, fearing that you would only hurt yourself. But in the end, nothing she could say or do would ever soothe the hurt you felt.
Date Published: 5/24/23
Last Edit: 5/24/23
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Epidemiology of the Raven's Blood
Part 0: Prologue
Realistically, the blood does things because it's convenient to the plot of the anime, and no deeper thought needs to be put in than that. However, while it does explain inconsistencies in its writing, it's boring and not fun to my pattern-seeking brain. I like to piece together coherent internal logic to stuff in fiction, even if I know the authors themselves didn't think that hard about it. It's fun to me!
At the same time, Princess Tutu's meta-fictional conceit does give us some wiggle room to borrow the Doylist understanding and smuggle it back into a Watsonian explanation. So...
In-universe, I think, the purpose of the Raven’s Blood can be understood as a plot device to easily convert a separate “character” and their body into a narrative extension of the Raven; that this is why Drosselmeyer would write it into the logic of his story. Bored of a character you introduced previously and want to heighten the stakes? They're a toadie of the Raven now. And when we go a level down in fictionality...
To the Raven, other living things exist to be exploited. The only use you can have, beyond being a meal, is being a pawn who can get it what it wants – and what it wants is to consume. Like some ancient castle-bound vampire or wicked dragon, its power and intelligence are ultimately in service of a simple predatory desire. If you are neither edible nor manipulable, you are simply a nuisance.
Diseases and parasites will manipulate pain and pleasure, fear and love, the body and the brain. But while a real disease or parasite’s goal in psychological and physiological manipulation is to reproduce, to turn the infected into a means by which to spread itself to new hosts... the Raven's curse is uninterested in this. What matters, to the Raven, is that the cursed becomes a minion and a pawn, who can bring its prey closer to its own mouth.
Part 1: Lay All Your Love On Me
Part 2: Serving Your Heart On A Platter
I’m sure you’ve heard of a sickness that feeds predators their prey. Toxoplasmosis, for example makes male rats as horny and lovesick over the smell of cat urine as they are at the scent of female rats, switching the pathways of fear and desire, to lure them into being devoured. The pathways between the two run parallel, you see. For the infected, every cat becomes a succubus, a siren, a beautiful creature calling its prey to their willing doom. And, if the parasite gets what it wants, this is how the rat dies.
Why am I talking about this? Because Mytho starts talking about feeding himself to birds literally the day that his symptoms start presenting, in episode 14.
It’s true he’s saying this while antagonizing Fakir, so one could also brush it off as him just Saying Shit to make his roommate as uncomfortable as possible. But also – we know what the Raven wants, in the end.
For most of season 2, however, Raven!Mytho doesn’t continue to talk about feeding himself to crows. He’s mostly focused on seducing sacrifices, manipulating public opinion, having meltdowns about not being loved enough, and being petty to Fakir and Kraehe. His sense of self-preservation (in as much as Mytho has ever had one, cough) seems genuinely intact for episodes 15 through 21. If Mytho is feeling weirdly giggly about getting eaten during that timespan, he’s doing an awfully good job of hiding it.
And then Mytho starts molting into a crow monster at the end of episode 21, and the rat toxoplasmosis symptoms kicks back in.
(We're not told what he's smiling about here in episode 22, but the next episode, episode 23, makes it obvious:)
This does seem likely to be a Mytho-specific symptom; Rue shows no sign of this. The Raven has been particularly invested in eating Mytho’s heart for a long time, after all; Mytho’s job as the Raven’s doordash delivery guy was always going to be temporary even if he hadn’t beeninterrupted every time. It’s entirely possible that other people could end up with this “symptom” too, but we never see it.
The fact that Raven!Mytho proceeds to acts so strangely cuddly after telling Kraehe she’s an ugly fuck (but also that he needs her love) feels somehow related to this enthusiasm for getting eaten by crows. His voice delivery in the Japanese audio for the heart/lips/blood line sounds… …I hate to say this.
It sounds like he thinks a crow girl ripping out his heart and touching it onto her mouth is really hot.
(Yea, of course she's shaped like an uggo human (and he's in the process of moulting into a majestic raven and he's sosososo excited for that) - but hey, she's technically a crow as far as he knows, and she has black feathers....)
(And while regular!Mytho seems negative to neutral about that in season 1, Raven!Mytho only ever complimented Kraehe for having crow-like qualities.)
Anyways! In Mytho's final state under the Raven's Blood, he immediately obeys the Raven's orders to be devoured, completely ignoring Rue and Tutu's pleas.
...You know, until the Fairytale Confession of Love, because this is a magical curse and it is a fairytale.
Part 3 and Part 4 are not ready yet but are in the works. See you soon.
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g r a bs y ou
do you have, hcs about terzo and his ghouls, perchance??
*INHALES* (know I’m writting this at like 12 am because I couldn’t sleep lol)
BUT DO I???? Hope ur ready for rambles, some self projecting and A LOT of queer ghouls
-Terzo-
Some may not like me but terzo is a RAGING she/he (sorta like my nihil) BUT unlike Nihil she is more fem leaning. In my head he only used the title papa cause she thought it sounded cooler then mama. He has a tummy tattoo of the grucifix also piercings (which were inspired by her older brother secondo cause to me bros loaded with them). Out of all his siblings he’s closest to Secondo because they r actually twins! (It makes sense with my hc of Nihil ok?) she absolutely LOVES her omega they are married. Would actually see she doesn’t like wine? (He’d prefer literally any fruity cocktail over it) honestly I can see she doesn’t like the taste of alcohol at all.
-Air-
Element: Air
Air is actually on the older side, Air is THEE sore joint haver. He’s older after all, but I do think he’s had these problems his whole life and they simply got worse with age. He loves warm baths, especially when he’s molting, helps get rid of those stubborn stuck feathers! Actually sorta has a father child relationship with zeph, because not only was he zephyrs mentor he also did in fact raise them!
The animal Air resembles: Raven!
-Zephyr-
Element: Air
Zephyr I feel is not nonbinary but I believe it’s called gender void? (Correct me if I’m wrong!) but basically zephyr has never once felt connected to ANY gender or label. Zephyr also sorta just uses all pronouns. Just like their father Zephyrs got some joint pain more specifically arthritis, so that’s why they sit a lot lol. Also a warm bath enjoyer may I add. Zephyr was actually an orphaned squeak! (Which btw ghestie the word for a baby dove is a squeaker and I think ur missing out on using that for terms for baby ghouls) zephyr was just sorta summoned by accident without their bio parents, so Air got super attached to this tiny little baby and went “this is mine now” no one stopped him
The animal Zephyr resembles: canary! (Yellow is a good colour for them this take is inspired by puppsworld on here!)
-Omega-
Element: Quintessence
Omega is big, he’s also very fatherly, he’s also terzo’s beloved man thing. He’s a very *very* lovey dovey ghoul, grand gestures of affection are like his thing. He volunteers at the nursery! He just loves the itty bitty babies and he must protect. A little sad him and terzo never got to have kits of their own , but at the same time he fully understands that it just wasn’t in the cards. Speaking of cards he’s an avid little card trick guy! Lots of the younger ghouls love getting him to do little tricks for them (Phantom especially). He also likes card tricks, does little magic shows for the kiddos
Animal Omega resembles: a house cat!
-Aether-
Element: Quintessence/Air
Firstly. TRANS AETHER HE IS TRANS, second him and Omega are actually very close! (Someone had to mentor him) Aether actually really looks up to Omega, Omegas even the person who helps him with his T-Shots! On another note Aether is scared of needles, but in the “really works himself up about it. Then he gets the shot and is like “that was easy!” So he agrees to it again” kinda way. Also fond of da kits, but like in the “gets baby fever whenever he sees something small and helpless”. He is an endometriosis haver and literally uses his gf (dew) as his own personal purring hot water bottle (I fuckin wish I had a fire gf for my period problems ugh). Lastly him and dewdrop are T4T babyyyy! (Basically he’s me /hj)
Animal Aether most resembles: A black cat and crow!
-Delta-
Element: Quintessence/Water
Hmmm I feel Delta is jus sorta there yknow? lol. He replaced Omega when he went and retired, and I feel a possible reason for that is because they are closer. I can also see Delta would like watercolour painting? I don't know guy seems like he would lol. I also feel he might have minor health problems relating to his heart
Animal Delta most resembles: A orca and a wolf dog!
-Mist-
Element: Water
*rubs hands together evily* I **love** Mist, and am a firm believer in she's sorta goes for a gender neutral look. That and all pronouns Mist. Outside of the band I feel like she enjoys a lot of just hands on things? Like my one example I will give is she like whittling, and she often gives her carvings to packmates to show she cares. Because I feel like she may not be the best at properly expressing herself (autism?? Idk maybe me too tho.)
Animal Mist most resembles: A reef shark
-Alpha-
Element: Earth/Fire
Alpha is one of the few canon ghouls who I see as a parent. That being Alpha is the (debatably) proud mama of Ifrit, and yknow it's really embarrassing because Alpha's like one of THOSE moms and calls Ifrit "Apple Fritter" in front of his pack. Alpha and omega did kindaaa have a thing at one point, but like it was really short. So now they are simply best buds!(and yes. Alpha just show alll the embarrassing Kit photos of his Apple Fritter lol). Lastly I feel like Alpha is unlabeled, but in short he likes He/Him but fem terms? Like Mom, Lady, Wife etc (that ones a little self projecty whoops)
Animal Alpha most resembles: Thorny devil and domesticated goat
-Ifrit-
Element: Earth/Fire
As mentioned above he's the itty little baby of Alpha, and Alpha will remind him every day that he can never escape his kit pictures/j. He's actually a lot smaller then his mom, like he was born and Alpha had to take a double take cause he was a jellybean to him, now is Ifrit actually small? No not at all Alpha is just freakishly big. (so is Omega!). Now because Ifrit was just soo teeny tiny to Alpha, he freaked out over everything in the beginning because "HES SO SMALL WHAT IF HE GETS HURT???". This was not true to any extent, Ifrit was in fact the biggest kit in the nursery. Good thing is Omega sorta just went "are you dumb?", and helped Alpha realize that his kit was in fact not made of glass lol. Ifrit was born on the surface, and actually does view Omega like a second parental figure (it's really sweet trust)
Animal Ifrit most resembles: Same as Alpha
-Pebble-
Element: Earth
Pebble is in fact the smallest earth ghoul the ministry has ever summoned. But despite what some may believe Pebble does not in fact care. He like Mist likes carving and whittling, they are actually friends because of their common interest. Pebble also likes to stargaze at night, he mainly does this with Ivy. Also him an Ivy got this really weird undisclosed relationship, and by that I mean are they dating? Are they not? No one knows
Animal Pebble most resembles: a white tailed deer
-Ivy-
Element: Earth
Ivy actually had come from a different ministry location! They transferred over to “our” location. Ivy actually is a big fan of tattoos, Ivy even does them for over ghouls! A lot of Ivys tattoos are actually star themed, because it’s special to Ivy since that’s how they and Pebble bonded.
Animal Ivy most resembles: a mountain goat
-Mountain-
Element! Earth
Oh mountain my beloved…Firstly she’s like everyone’s fav cuddle buddy. Because he just lays there and lets the “likely” smaller ghoul friend snuggle riiight up. To no one’s surprise she hates shoes but also socks, the only time he will wear footwear is when glamoured (because hooves gone), and a lot of the time Mountain will wear them because tile floors are Mountains number 1 enemy. Enjoys tattoos like Ivy but gets more botanical themed ones, alongside “special” ones (I.E things designed by her pack or things his pack has said!). He likes poetry
Animal Mountain most resembles: A Shire Horse!!!
-Dewdrop-
Element: Water/Fire
Oh boy ok first. TransFem Dew. Second oooo she likes her big guy Aether acting all lovey dovey to herrr. Like Dew likes classic romance, but also she is definitely the one who will go “mmm excuse me? He asked for no pickles!”, so it’s still probably the most common view of Dew. Like she’s still a hissy gal but in the, “will defend her loved ones with her life” way. She is literally so attached to her whole pack they are hers and she is theirs (besties for life I say!), she likes having any of her pack do her hair while to listen to metal, (Personally I feel Dew would be a NuMetal fan, that or classic heavy). She loves girl nights with Mist, they are basically sisters! Especially since Mist was the one who taught he bass. I also have a strong feeling she likes BBQ…idky-
Animal Dew most resembles!: a koi fish and bush viper!
Anywaaaay those r my like immediate thoughts for the ghouls! (Took lots of breaks writing this because I had to think between abt them lol) so sorry if they are rambley! I really did try! And here’s hoping I didn’t miss anyone lol
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