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vvalengogh · 2 months
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genuinely so sad i can’t use confirmed bachelor on him or ANYTHING.
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joowee-feftynn · 5 days
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how intelligent do you guys think dungeon meshi dragons are :o
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t34-mt · 10 months
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got asked in af dms how playing flute would work, thought id share it here so you finally know how the breathing system works
nostrils, Chest nostrils, also called operculum are a common thing on every animal of altuyur (silieus or que'arsaeb). Some animals can have multiple slits to become living flutes (usually found in herd animals, and social ones), and multiple slits are commonly placed at the neck or back even. The opperculum are sound organs, with several vents and muscles that close it the operculum is quite good for whistles, low sounds, and high-pitch warnings
tho some families developed an organ that allows them to create much more complex sounds, that organ is called the vocal box and it usually goes back into the mouth, neck, or face. Maanuls and kyhuines are part of a family that has a vocal box and in their case, the vocal slits are found in the back of the mouth.
the vocal box lets them create more complex calls, sounds, and even "words". maanuls/kyhuines have one of the more complex vocal boxes if not the most, while they have word language half of their communication is done by "animalistic" calls and sounds. They cannot roar, the most aggressive sound they can make is a hissing one and that said hiss reassembles the one of a kitten, they sound like they're spitting (the hiss is obviously deeper/louder for maanuls due to their size, kyhuines hiss is very kitten-like because they are small). they can do a variety of yelling, "mews" that sound like flute sounds, they are an overall loud species that chatter to each other constantly, in groups even when not speaking they will do small noises either by using operculum or with vocal box but keeping their jaws shut.
some sounds are exclusive to one species, for example, "kyhuine chatter" one they do when grooming each other (or other social bonding activity) which sounds like weird pigeon noise. maanuls don't do that sound, and if they were to recreate it wouldn't be perfect because they cannot make such high-pitched noise. A maanul raised with kyhuines will do that noise instinctively but again, its not a perfect replica but still a closer one than an outsider maanul can do
they can speak constantly since the air goes through the lungs and then redirected to the vocal box instead of nostrils. maanuls and kyhuines got that corvid/parrot "accent", and hypothetically they would be good at mimicking our words without understanding them.
when speaking, maanuls/kyhuines will also use their operculum as tone indicators, by that mean when they do is whistle, do low pitch with their nostrils as tone indicator for their words. without operculum it would be near impossible to understand some phrases
fun fact, their snoring equivalent would be nostril whistles! another fun fact is that if they don't coordinate their vent right they might sound like there's 2 voice speaking same words, uncoordinate voice are common in drunk individual
edit:by the way when not breathing they inhale and exhale through chest nostrils, when speaking air goes in lung and whats supposed to get expelled goes then in vocal box and then expelled by vocal vents
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queenlua · 3 months
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today in "corvids being obnoxious lil shits" (i love them!!!!):
"My friend is spending time in Juneau, AK this week. It snowed and is still snowing...likely about 3 feet total. Meanwhile, while [he] is shoveling the driveway, the ravens have been around and appearing to be having a bit of play:
"They call as they fly through the big trees, landing on a branch covered with snow. Landing enough to cause the branch to move as much as possible. They appear to be hoping that the snow will fall from the branch and create a "snow bomb" that splats on the ground or on an object or a person. What my friend also noted was that the ravens who land on a branch and no snow falls off will grab the branch with their feet and flap hard to raise the branch then let it go to dislodge the snow. Snow bombs. At least one raven seems to do this over a person or at least near them. When a snow bomb happens the raven's call changes, other ravens chatter in and they fly to a new spot for another try. They sometimes play like this in the trees for hours."
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shinxfictotherian · 23 days
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Magpie stimboard with tarot cards and fortune telling for anon! (sorry the ask isn't included, had to reupload) -⚡
x x x | x x x | x x x
pronouns below↓
it/its
ae/aer
caw/caws
scritch/scratch
cluck/clucks
cor/corvid
quack/quacks
coo/coos
chirp/chirps
fe/feather
he/hen
tweet/tweets
wing/wings
avi/avian
air/airs
beak/beaks
chitter/chatter
crow/crows
cuckoo/cuckoos
flap/flaps
mag/magpie
🐓/🐓s
🐔/🐔s
🐤/🐤s
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ask-toonie-cogsworth · 2 months
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It's been a while.
I think... I think the whole rush is over..? At least i hope it is. A lot of good cogs have been fired, I thankfully haven't.
We've heard heavy chatter of upgrades and new employees but yet still no sight of them.
Every head honcho and every magnate have been whisked off somewhere for upgrades, or so I've heard....
And Corvid........ I haven't seen her since... I hope shes ok, for Daphne's sake.. I hope if she really does get upgraded that they tailor to her style and desire accordingly, she wasn't always herself yknow..
Anyway, I'm exhausted and i can finally slow down. I'm in dire need of recharge and I'd like to go outside again. I'll come back when I've got some news.
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Tag System
Can't believe I didn't post this before lol
This blog is highly corvid-themed, and that's reflected in the tagging system:
Learning Japanese + Norwegian (#nutcracker norsk #nutcracker nihongo)
English langblr related stuff (#nutcracker native)
Life in Japan (#jackdaw in japan)
Teaching English (#treepie teacher time)
Writing (#raven writings)
Reading (#a rook reading books)
Battling sugar addiction to eat more healthily (#flying sugar-free #food #healthy eating #tw food #cw food)
Yoga, ballet and other fitness-related things (#flight of fitness)
General creative endeavours (#crow creations)
Asks (#what does the jay say)
Personal posts/thoughts/to-do lists will be under #chough chatterings, rants/discourse as #ruffled feathers and misc posts will be #miscellaneous magpie
Queue (#flight on queue)
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gnarledbite · 5 months
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Crime Drama Archetype Aesthetics
(Bold what applies to your muse, italics for things that apply situationally and/or only in certain verses. Repost, don't reblog!)
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The Hero a small home full of medals // the scent of justice // the adrenaline rush before busting a crime scene // trusting in the team // sworn oaths // the city's skyline from the roof of the police station // radio chatter // protecting those who can't protect themselves // a last stand // crime scene tape
The Rulebreaker a revolver resting in the drawer // the taste of cheap whiskey // constant reminders of past mistakes // a shadowy figure in the alley // being known in every bar // a fight in the backroom // blood on leather gloves // your name whispered in the underworld // broken laws for the greater good // an act of defiance against the system
The Oddball a drawer full of candy wrappers // an unexpected knack for solving cases // a fascination with the improbable // the comfort in eccentricity // midnight oil burning for a case // chaotic notes leading to the truth // a genius in their own world // the thrill of a new challenge // the final piece of the puzzle falling into place // a colourful scarf among the grey suits
The Bad Tempered worn out gloves from punching the bag // a growl in the voice // a reputation that precedes you // a fist through the wall // harsh words with a caring undertone // a cigarette burning in the ashtray // the anger that fuels everything // a grudge held too long // begrudging respect from colleagues // an unexpected show of loyalty
The Mourning working late nights // a plan that doesn't include going home // being unable to return to the way things once were // a whiskey bottle in the bottom drawer // the cold touch of a gravestone // silence in a room once filled with laughter // old photographs gathering dust // the echo of a voice no longer there // a past that refuses to be forgotten // knowing that nobody knows what to say
The World-Weary a flask of strong coffee // a siren in the distance // the familiar smell of gunpowder // a smoker's cough // secrets buried deep // a sigh of frustration // a heavy sense of cynicism // crime scene photos that haunt dreams // a stare that has seen too much // a cold case reopened
The Doctor the sharp smell of chemicals // a doctor's coat stained with blood // hands that have tried to mend too many // the solemn silence of the dead // precision in every movement // the precise language of medicine // a race against time // the responsibility of life and death // blood spatters on white walls // an oath never to be broken
Tagging: @crimson--corvid @the-rorschach-mask @laughing-hellblazer @mxldito @sanguine-salvation @byanyan @2ndbat @draggeddowntothedark & anyone else who'd like to do this!
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aquadestinyswriting · 2 months
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Another writing snippet
I've been looking through my WIP folders to check in on my backlog and came across this hilarious story that I started about two years ago. This section of it is what happens when you give a European magpie even more intelligence and the ability to use and cast magic.
There was nothing quite like the sensation of fresh, cool air between one’s feathers, Chrackle thought to himself as he soared high above Toreguarde’s central plaza. The magpie swooped down and landed on top of the head of the statue of his mistress and cleaned his pinion feathers. Spring was almost here and he had to look his best if he wanted to attract a decent mate. Not that his previous dalliances weren’t decent, but the previous year’s had been a little too air-headed for his tastes. Chrackle chuckled quietly to himself, ideally he would find another wizard’s familiar to settle down with, but apparently the only one to appreciate his clearly superior kind was his own mistress. Something to do with being seen as ‘common thieves’ and ‘bad luck’ or some such tripe and nonsense.
The bird cocked his head and looked down at the various people going about their daily business. A group of three noblemen passed by, chattering about the latest news that had filtered in from the western coast. Apparently Port Blacksand was getting uppity and placing import taxes on pretty much anything coming through their port, which was beginning to irritate the nearby Bleak Academy. Chrackle stored the information away for later, no doubt his mistress was going to be quite interested in that particular turn of events...
A glint on the ground caught his attention almost immediately after, causing the magpie’s head to snap around in the direction the glint had come from. Chrackle’s eyes pinned as he focused on the object more closely, recognising it as some sort of bracelet. The corvid blinked as he lifted his head and looked at the humanoids passing by beneath him. None were paying any attention to the ground, and no one seemed to be frantically looking around for a missing item…
Chrackle croaked as he fluttered to the ground to take a closer look at the bracelet. It was made of finely wrought mythril and studded with diamonds, real ones if the way the sun shone through them was any indication. Chrackle cocked his head and tugged on the faint connection to his mistress. While he was nowhere near close enough to properly cast anything, he could still use it to check if the item he was looking at was magical. He blinked again as his eyes lit up with a faint blue-purple glow, studying the lazy drift of the currents of magic around the bracelet. The item lit up in a blaze of bright blue almost immediately, causing Chrackle to squawk and turn off the ability almost as quickly as he had turned it on. Alright, so the bracelet was definitely enchanted. Chrackle hopped back up onto the dais of the closest statue, and looked intently around at the people passing by. Once more, no one seemed to be frantically looking around for the item and no one else appeared to have noticed it. Surely if the owner really wanted their item back, they would have noticed it was gone, especially since the enchantment upon it seemed to be incredibly powerful, right?
The magpie looked back down at the bracelet. On the one hand, he was constantly being told off for bringing back abandoned items to the tower. On the other, he needed to get a wing up on the uppity young male that had picked out Chrackle’s original choice for a mate the previous year. If this didn’t get the attention of all the females in the city, then nothing would. 
His mind made up, Chrackle fluttered back down to the ground and picked up the bracelet in his beak and immediately flew back up into the air and shot towards the Garden of Galana to the southwest. He never noticed the young elven woman being accompanied by two officers from watchhouse one walking towards the statue whose dais he had been perching on.
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painsandconfusion · 8 months
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Can you rate your OCS on a scale of 1-10 (mostly likely being ten) on the likelihood they'll let me draw on their hand with sharpie?
this is genuinely the best oc ask ever i love it
Jessie: 8/10 - as long as he's not busy, he's down
Aaron: 11/10 - will compliment you as you go
Everett: 1/10 - you might catch him on a good day but that's not likely
Ida: 7/10 - doesn't know how to say no but doesn't like stuff on their skin-
Oren: 0/10 - not happening. he will smack you.
Robin: 192384949/10 - will draw on you, too
Ethan: 3/10 - unlikely, but if he thinks it would comfort you, he might allow it
Nate: 10/10 - would draw on you too while you work and chatter about the koi fish in his pond
Anna: 4/10 - she thinks this is weird and doesn't really like it
Nisha: 3/10 - no touchie please
Corvid: 8/10 but he's gonna be trying to lure you into his house the entire time so maybe rethink that
Calyx: 10/10 as long as they know they can get it off before rehearsal. Would ask you to decorate their whole body
Darian: 2/10 - cranky boy no like
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vvalengogh · 1 month
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made this in like 7 minutes in firealpaca. it is 4am
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r0ck-n-rolll · 1 year
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˚୨ bird themed neopronounz ୧⋆。˚ ⋆
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air/air/airs/airs/airself
beak/beak/beaks/beaks/beakself
bird/bird/birds/birds/birdself
bird/call/birds/calls/birdcallself
bird/song/birds/songs/birdsongself
birdcall/birdcall/birdcalls/birdcalls/birdcallself
birdsong/birdsong/birdsongs/birdsongs/birdsongself
black/bird/blacks/birds/blackbirdself
blackbird/blackbird/blackbirds/blackbirds/blackbirdself
call/call/calls/calls/callself
canary/canary/canaries/canaries/canaryself
caw/caw/caws/caws/cawself
chatter/chatter/chatters/chatters/chatterself
chicken/chicken/chickens/chickens/chickenself
chirp/chirp/chirps/chirps/chirpself
chitter/chitter/chitters/chitters/chitterself
corvid/corvid/corvids/corvids/corvidself
crane/crane/cranes/cranes/craneself
crow/crow/crows/crows/crowself
cry/cry/cries/cries/cryself
cuckoo/cuckoo/cuckoos/cuckoos/cuckooself
dove/dove/doves/doves/doveself
egg/egg/eggs/eggs/eggself
falcon/falcon/falcons/falcons/falconself
feather/feather/feathers/feathers/featherself
flamingo/flamingo/flamingos/flamingos/flamingoself
flap/flap/flaps/flaps/flapself
flight/flight/flights/flights/flightself
flock/flock/flocks/flocks/flockself
fluff/fluff/fluffs/fluffs/fluffself
flutter/flutter/flutters/flutters/flutterself
fly/fly/flies/flies/flyself
fowl/fowl/fowls/fowls/fowlself
fruit/fruit/fruits/fruits/fruitself
glide/glide/glides/glides/glideself
hoot/hoot/hoots/hoots/hootself
hum/hum/hums/hums/humself
humming/bird/hummings/birds/hummingbirdself
hummingbird/hummingbird/hummingbirds/hummingbirds/hummingbirdself
jay/jay/jays/jays/jayself
magpie/magpie/magpies/magpies/magpieself
migrate/migrate/migrates/migrates/migrateself
nest/nest/nests/nests/nestself
ostrich/ostrich/ostriches/ostriches/ostrichself
owl/owl/owls/owls/owlself
parakeet/parakeet/parakeets/parakeets/parakeetself
parrot/parrot/parrots/parrots/parrotself
peck/peck/pecks/pecks/peckself
pelican/pelican/pelicans/pelicans/pelicanself
penguin/penguin/penguins/penguins/penguinself
quack/quack/quacks/quacks/quackself
quail/quail/quails/quails/quailself
raven/raven/ravens/ravens/ravenself
robin/robin/robins/robins/robinself
seed/seed/seeds/seeds/seedself
shriek/shriek/shrieks/shrieks/shriekself
sing/sing/sings/sings/singself
soar/soar/soars/soars/soarself
song/song/songs/songs/songself
sparrow/sparrow/sparrows/sparrows/sparrowself
stork/stork/storks/storks/storkself
swallow/swallow/swallows/swallows/swallowself
swan/swan/swans/swans/swanself
swift/swift/swifts/swifts/swiftself
swoop/swoop/swoops/swoops/swoopself
toucan/toucan/toucans/toucans/toucanself
trill/trill/trills/trills/trillself
turkey/turkey/turkeys/turkeys/turkeyself
tweet/tweet/tweets/tweets/tweetself
twitter/twitter/twitters/twitters/twitterself
whistle/whistle/whistles/whistles/whistleself
wing/wing/wings/wings/wingself
wood/pecker/woods/peckers/woodpeckerself
woodpecker/woodpecker/woodpeckers/woodpeckers/woodpeckerself
🪶/🪶/🪶s/🪶s/🪶self
🐤/🐤/🐤s/🐤s/🐤self
🐔/🐔/🐔s/🐔s/🐔self
🦃/🦃/🦃s/🦃s/🦃self
🐦/🐦/🐦s/🐦s/🐦self
🐓/🐓/🐓s/🐓s/🐓self
🐧/🐧/🐧s/🐧s/🐧self
🕊️/🕊️/🕊️s/🕊️s/🕊️self
🦅/🦅/🦅s/🦅s/🦅self
🦆/🦆/🦆s/🦆s/🦆self
🦢/🦢/🦢s/🦢s/🦢self
🦉/🦉/🦉s/🦉s/🦉self
🦚/🦚/🦚s/🦚s/🦚self
🦜/🦜/🦜s/🦜s/🦜self
feel free to ask for example sentencez for the usage of these !!    
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birdyverdie · 22 days
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continuing our birb discussion... i wanted to ask, are there any real purple birbs?
(no pressure to answer!)
Mmmmm it's 4am rn bcuz I'm a bit of a fool and was drawing my Dungeons and Dragons Owlin character sooo beware my rambling and nonsense ahah ;;
Anyways! There are so many purple birds out there, it's very lovely. However you said "real" purple birds and I may be overthinking this cuz it's late but it reminded me about how blue isn't a real color on birds because there's nothing in a bird's diet that allows for that sort of blue pigmentation. Yknow how bell peppers can be like...red and yellow? Yeah it's cuz they have some antioxidants called carotenoids that create the red/yellow/orange pigmentation. (Pink flamingos are pink cuz shrimp...what would blue birds eat to make them blue? There's really not a blue fruit out there. Don't say blueberries.) And the answer researchers found out for blue on birds feathers is cuz of light wavelength.
Protein structure specifically keratin in their feathers (stuff ur nails and hair is made up of!) kinda refract the blue wavelengths and since all color we see are the colors that aren't absorbed...well. blue!
But for purple--and this is a guess cuz im pulling this out from what i remember of my nutrition class--purple may be their true color. Cuz carotenoids can also mix and match structurally and allow for some green and off kilter blue pigmentation to occur. And yknow. Blue and red = purple.
So. Maybe purple birds. Will do research later. But there are many. Many lovely ones that we can actually see. For example, and my favorite cuz I participated in a volunteer opportunity for these guys:
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Purple Martins! What lovely guys, they flock in the hundreds. Seeing these guys pass by overhead was so cool. Ok maybe they're a bit more indigo but they're adorable regardless.
Though if you want a very very vibrant purple.
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Violet-backed Starlings. What a banger bird. This bird just knew how to win in the fashion show. This tone of purple with white? Urgh. Slaps. Iridescent too.. lovely.
You're a corvid enjoyer. I think you'll get a kick outta this guy.
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Purplish Jay! No I'm not kidding about the name. It's kinda funny cuz it's like hmmm you're not really purple but still purple enough sjjshaha silly!! I love human naming conventions
I know there's a bunch of hummingbirds that have purple feathers I wonder why. Oh flowers. Flowers maybe?? Nectar?? *shrugging noises*
Anyways, personal favorite of the hummingbirds
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Lucifer hummingbirds! Have no clue why they named such a tiny lil guy with such a name but humans are silly. Just like birds. I wish there was carcinisation but for birds. Ornithonisation?
Ok I'm not making sense anymore here's the names of other purple birds off the top of my head:
violet-crowned hummingbird.
Purple breasted cotinga. (Cotingas are such goofy birds).
Purple honeycreeper (what a name. Imagine creeping on honey i dont think they even eat honey, just flower nectar.)
Purple Grenadier (finches beloved)
And I forgot the name but it's a Turaco
Anyways good night!! I love chattering about birds
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beholdenning · 1 year
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in the blackest night // zelkov + denning
starter for @elusivia
Noone had noticed the injury after their joint hunt. Denning, too, did not notice it immediately, too distracted by his fellows’ compliments to verify the fact he is not hale; He does not feel pain that would tip any other living being off to the damage his upper arm has sustained, gouged by a bear’s claws in its final throes, the damage proper concealed by his shoulder-cape, so not even the other knights had noticed. The stockier of their number help carry the bear’s carcass back to the monastery as the sun goes down, leaving Denning’s own hands mostly idle; His bow feels oddly heavy in his grasp, but the feeling leaves as Denning fastens it to his back.
It is only later he grasps the gravity of it, while changing out of his clothing to hand it in to wash and mend; Morphs do not know pain, but the gradual sap of strength from his limbs does not go unnoticed. Quintessence dribbles out with irregular globs of black ichor from a deep gash the creature had left behind, drenching his sleeve in thick pitch. Golden eyes stare blankly at the injury, their thoughts blurry in something equivalent to lightheaded, before slowly, mechanically, rolling the sleeve up, attempting to stem the flow. Clumsy hands open a kit with gauze, before realising that their injured arm refuses to articulate, their remaining one likewise sluggish.
“Ah...” This is not good. They would not be able to recover that quintessence easily. Their consciousness has eroded, ever so slightly, at the edges. Still, they manage, with teeth and their good arm, to tie the gauze around the leakage, the material fine enough for now to hold the thickness of their ichor at bay. Perhaps... Perhaps they should see where that bear has been stored, to see of any of its essence lingers. Perhaps they should pay the village a visit, voicebox chattering like a ravenous corvid...
Dennings feet had already carried him out the door, wandering towards the kitchens to try his luck with the bear. The hour is unholy, with little activity besides patrols and cramming students in the corridors. Few would think to look twice at a sniper in most of his uniform heading in the general direction of the infirmary... Though, once he passes the open doorway with footsteps far heavier than usual, it becomes clear that he has no intentions to visit.
In the moonlight, the candle-flicker of the monastery; The gauze has slipped, slightly. A pool of thick black has gathered under his nail, at the tip of his pointer finger, the end of a line down a pale arm. A wet drip echoes into the empty night. Denning stops and shifts to readjust the clumsy tourniquet.
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narrated · 4 months
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there is something terribly enigmatic about zevran.   he carries himself quite unlike anyone else in skyhold,  unlike anyone else matthias has ever met.   certainly not like any of the dalish he's known,  which makes him wonder if city elves were all like this?   yet beneath the charm and the swagger,  he can see the subtleties for what they are.   the sharpened edge of a smile,  the even calm that slips into his voice:  marks of a predator.   leliana briefly explained where zevran had come from but questions only compounded the more matthias interacted with him.   meetings between just the two of them were rare,  mainly on his behalf  (everyone always required the inquisitor's presence for one reason or another).   the moment actually came when he ventured into the rookery to feed the crows,  only to find that the assassin had gotten there first.   it was a good a moment as any,  doubtful he'd get many other chances to voice some of those questions.   softly spoken,  a whisper amongst the chatter of corvids,   ❛   what was it like being an antivan crow?   ❜ / @s4ints ( did not request a boy but gets one anyways <3 )
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drhoz · 8 months
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#1994 - Sericornis maculatus - Spotted Scrubwren
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Photo by Keith Morris on iNaturalist.
The name apparently translates as Spotted Silkbird, but I don't know what's particularly silky about them. Only distantly related to the feathered Jurassic dinosaur Serikornis.
A small passerine bird found in undergrowth from Adelaide west to Shark Bay. Before 2019 they would have been considered part of the White-browed Scrubwren, S. frontalis, but the taxonomy of the various subspecies of both remains a bit fluid, and they're known to be cross-fertile where the ranges overlap. Their family, the Acanthizidae—sometimes called Australian warblers - are a sister taxon to the Pardalotes (Pardalotidae).
Scrubwrens are among Australia's most active birds, constantly foraging in pairs amongst the leaf-litter for insects, other small arthropods, and the occasional seed.
The call is a harsh chattering of scalding notes, especially when disturbed. Scrubwrens are also accomplished mimics.
The nest is a large ball of grasses and other plant material, with a side tunnel leading to a cup lined with feathers. This is normally built on or near the ground in thick vegetation, but may be in a tree fork a few metres above. Acanthizids have unusually long incubation periods for passerines, rivalling those of much larger Corvids - Scrubwrens may take 3 weeks to hatch.
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