#corvidler

[lowquality-onceler]

..... mm ....... ...... ugh.

H-how..... .... .... ....

[kimdeyir-blog]

Kargalar İlk Kez Parçalardan Alet Yaparken Gözlendi

Kargalar İlk Kez Parçalardan Alet Yaparken Gözlendi

Yeni yapılan bilimsel bir araştırmaya kargaların daha önce bilinmeyen bir yeteneği ortaya çıktı. Araştırmaya göre kargalar çok parçalı aletleri birleştirerek aletler yapabiliyor.

Bilim insanları kargalar ,kuzgunlar, ekin kargası, alakargayı içeren kargagiller(corvidler) ailesinin hafıza, problem çözme yetenekleri , geleceğe sezmek gibi kabiliyetler sayesinde , hayvanla dünyasının en zeki…

[corvid-ler]

Ah, but there's a slight problem, a condition that is not clear, grey face strangenymous!! I don't know, don't understand, no comprende what that is, what it might entail? A cat, and nub?? I know what one of those are, a thing of danger, bad danger, yes, oh!! Though I haven't met many, many not-clear danger cats in this form, because there aren't many, no. No, but I remember, recollect what those might be, what a feline's fervent ferociousness could mean for a guy, a bird like me, caww. Would you really put someone as small and nice as me-bird in danger?? Oh, how cruel, cruel cruel!! Caww!! But oh, perhaps I'll forgive, though, for that's not what you mean, is it? For you're a strange one, a strange grey and I think you mean something else, but let's hope it's something else that you entail, a nubbing cat, because if not that means a danger thing, and there are many danger things out there, you know! You know, be careful out there, for th --

[kudalyn]

[applesofthemoon]

Wings Are For Flying (Scary!Gabe + Corvid-ler fanfic)

sCREAMS CUTIES

Title: Wings Are For Flying

Rating: PG

You're awfully polite for a hallucination.

Wings Are For Flying

Gabe stands in a desolate valley, where the sky and the ground are the same wet-newsprint gray. There’s the silhouette of a tall building on his right, the lights of a distant city on his left, and everywhere there are crows.

Crows wheeling in the smog, crows congregated on tree stumps, crows perched on Gabe’s shoulders. They’re the only living thing around, though of course not all of them are what most people would call alive.

And then there’s the dark shape just now dropping from the sky, identical to the others but for its miniature hat and small white face. “Scary man!” Corvid-ler calls, sounding happier to see him than anyone’s been in a long time. “Little scary man, hi, hello! You’re here!”

Gabe lifts a hand for Corv to land on, Corv’s long clawed toes curling around his fingers. “Yes, you are here,” Corv says as he folds his wings, “and so am I, we're in the same place, and this place is the place where I live, so you are visiting me, you are my guest, as I was once your guest, caww.

“I’ve been wanting to repay you for your hospitality, your hospitality and ham, your hamspitality, and you are here so the time is now! I’ll take you to my home and we’ll break bread together – well, not bread, not even ham, just peaches, so I hope you like peaches, haw haw – and then we shall well and truly be friends, if we weren’t already.”

Shifting his weight to one leg, Corv reaches up and grabs his hat’s brim with his talons, tipping the hat to Gabe. “Welcome, my friend.”

Gabe swallows. “Uh...hi.”

The crows on Gabe’s shoulders hiss and screech at Corv, and to Gabe’s surprise, Corv caws indignantly in retort. “Hey, why don’t you shut up, shut your beaks, you mangy chatterboxes, you pigs with wings! Didn’t your mothers ever teach you any manners?”

“Wait, you—” Gabe’s eyes jerk between the birds on his shoulders and the bird on his hand. “You can see them?”

“Of course I can see them, silly scary guy! I have eyes, don’t I? Strange eyes, perhaps, but an eye is an eye is an I, aye-yi, and an eye by any other name would smell as sweet.” He pauses to preen for a moment, then cocks his head at Gabe’s forearms. “You’ve got quite a few eyes yourself, haven’t you?”

“Haha—uh—yeah.” Gabe glances at the building on his right, a little ways away but the only structure he can see. “You said we were going to your house?”

“Yes, if you can call it that. Follow me.”

Corv spreads his wings and takes off, leaving Gabe’s crows cackling with satisfaction. That’s right, they say, go on, go away, this is our meal, find your own. “They don’t like you,” Gabe says to Corv’s sleek black belly, sailing through the air a couple of feet above him.

“I know. Did you suppose I don’t speak bird-language, scary guy? I do, for I am a bird, even if I am also a man.”

They walk on for awhile without speaking, the shadow of the building growing larger and clearer as they near it. The only sounds are the soft crunch of dirt under Gabe’s feet and the throaty song of the crows.

“You know,” Corv says once, beating his wings a few times to keep aloft, “good friends aren’t jealous friends. In fact, good friends are glad for their friends to meet new friends, because it makes them happy, and perhaps the old friends will become friends with the new. That’s how I’ve met many of my friends, caww. Hello again, friend of a friend.”

Gabe frowns up at him. “What are you trying to say?”

"Me? Why, I'm saying what I'm saying, no more and no less, but the question is, are you listening? So many eyes, you could use some ears, haww!"

Up close, the building reminds Gabe of a wobbly stack of dirty dishes, so lopsided and ramshackle it might topple at any moment. Corv perches on the sill of a high window and calls down to Gabe.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come in, come in, but leave your friends outside; there are no birds allowed in my house but me. It’s my home and my rules, and rules are made to be followed, so bring yourself and no one else, please.”

Gabe’s crows aren’t happy about being shooed – they give him a few parting pecks, and flap off cawing you’ll be sorry – but they do leave, at least for now. He opens the door on a dark, musty room, and, seeing little to do there, climbs a flight of creaky stairs.

On the top floor, there’s a wooden table and chair, both blanketed in dust. “Sit, sit, sit," Corv insists, gliding over to a pantry on the other side of the room. He chooses a can with a yellow label, picks it up as best he can with his talons, and flutters up onto the table, straining from the weight of the can.

Bracing the can with one foot, he peels back the pop-tab with his little hook of a beak. “I have no forks, unforktunately, I am unforked. I haven’t any use for them, but I hope you don’t mind eating peaches with your hands.”

Gabe lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t care.”

“Well, surely you care about something, but that’s beside the point.” Corv hops up to perch on the rim of the can, indicating its contents with a twitchy bird-nod. “Guests first.”

Though the peaches are slimy and oversweet, Gabe eats them to be polite. Which feels weird, because he’s never given a shit about how he comes off to anyone, but there’s something about how unashamedly nice Corv is to him that makes him want to be nice back.

Corv pecks at the peaches for a minute or two before resuming his rambling. “You know, you are rather scary, little scary man, with your collection of eyes and your unfriendly friends and your smile which does not look happy and also shows too many teeth, so I must ask, if it’s not too great an imposition, er, inquisition—little scary man, are you cursed?”

Gabe laughs. “Yeah, sure, you could say that. Why not? I’m cursed.”

“Ah, I thought so, I thought so! My condolences. However, I know many fine people who are cursed, myself included, and you shouldn’t let it get you down. As a matter of fact, mine lifts me up.” He flaps his wings and caws in affirmation.

“Yours might, too, if you could teach those friends of yours to do something better with their wings than beat them about your head.” Corv’s eyes, the purple-black of fresh-caught mussels’ shells, shine with sincerity. “Wings, you see—well, how could you not see, with so many fine eyes—wings are for flying.”

They finish the can of peaches and Gabe leans back in his chair, gazing out at the valley through the boards nailed over the window. Faceless crows conspire on the windowsill, but beyond them, the clouds are an almost-gentle shade of blue.

“This is a nice dream,” Gabe says.

Corv chirrups contentedly. “It is, it is.”

[mcmoddity]

Lil' Corv, request from tonight's livestream.

[lowquality-onceler]

It's been one year already, since I first saw this view. and yet, it's not... isn't it?

..... well.

It always stays the same, anyways.....

((mod note: this is kind of a redundant note, as i figure most of you have noticed the lack of updates going on for lq-ler these past few months, as well as in my other askblogs. but i've been struggling with this decision for a while now, and rather than going back and forth and struggling with it, i've decided to make a decision:

LQ is officially on indefinite hiatus.

this also applies to all my other askblogs that i haven't updated at all in the past few months either. it's probably been figured by now, but i've been really struggling with art for months now, and by essentially shutting everyone down i free myself up from some of the guilt that comes with not keeping up with all these characters. 

i've had a wonderful time running LQ and the others, and participating in the onceler fandom, and all y'alls love and support over the past 18 months has really meant the world to me in ways that i can't even begin to describe. thank you all for all your patience as well, and for your interest in this storytelling attempt of mine. and my infinite apologies for not answering all the questions posed. perhaps they will be answered at another time, in this format or another.

i'm going to be closing LQ's ask box, but you can still reach me over at my main's ask box if you have any questions or comments or whatnot. 

thanks much,

lq-mod / adachimerica / mori ))

[winteronceler]

@ Corvid-ler

Winter was a little concerned at how Corvid fell silent so quickly, but he figured if something was amiss, Corv would certainly be vocal about it. He held the bird up to his chest, shifting him gently in his arms until he was nestled against his chest, cupped in his forearms. He slowly began to walk, seeking and eventually finding a fallen log to sit upon. Sitting down, he curved himself around Corvid, blocking the wind from his small body.

“… I’m sorry that this is the most I can do.” He murmured, more to himself than to Corvid. “I often have to remind myself what the cold is like for normal people… how bitter and sharp it can be. I hope that I’m not chilling you myself.”

He placed a hand on Corvid’s back, gently petting his dark feathers. “I’m glad that… you talk to me. I don’t have very many people I feel like I can just… relax around. I’ve pushed away most people I personally knew long ago, and I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have friends that are just friends, not co-workers.”

“I’m very glad you liked the scarf as well - Initially I had planned on making it sized for you, but I wasn’t sure of the exact measurements, and I got distracted thinking about it, and next thing I knew I had knitted a full-sized scarf.” He chuckled to himself.

[corvid-ler]

A story, you say? Hmm, hmm, a story. There's many stories out there, you know, you should really be specific! A story of sadness, or of good, or of bad, stories about cats and dogs, and walls and wands and wings, stories about men and creatures and gods, there's so many!! So many stories out there, so many....

.... perhaps, perhaps...

That seems to be a good story, for me to tell you, tonight. It's Halloween, tonight, I believe, so I will tell you a scary story, caww!! Or maybe it will not scare you, but maybe it will? We shall see..... we shall!!  Now be quiet, and listen. 

Imagine a man, if you will, who is a bit scary himself. Not because he was dangerous, although he was- dangerous with greed, and ignorance, and stupid, stupid, stupid!! A man dangerous because he was unaware, and stupid, and scary. A fool, perhaps, haww haww!!!! A fool who thought....

"Now then, it's survival of the fittest, right?!! The strongest man wins in the end!! So if anything else gets in my way, then that's it's own fault, and not mine! If the trees die, or the animals die, or nature dies, that's it's own fault!! Nature shouldn't be so weak!!"

......and so he was very scary indeed, caww. His factory destroyed this valley, destroyed it completely, so that no living thing would grow, or live here, except for the crows. And once he had killed the valley, instead of feeling sad, or having any regret, he was scary! And he just moved on!! Just packed up and left, moved elsewhere where the pollution wasn't as thick, where the smog hadn't reached, and built again!! And he just kept biggering!! 

And then, perhaps, a strange guy appeared, a guy that looked like a guy he once knew, but different, perhaps? Perhaps. And this strange guy asked him, and said...

"Kid, why don't you stop?? Why don't you stop all this, don't you feel sad? Don't you feel guilty, or awful, or bad?!"

"It's just nature, old thing, and nature's laws, too! If everything dies, well, that's just what it'll do! Why should I stop building, and growing to fall? What good would regretting anything do, regretting anything at all?!!"

"You've become a fool, it seems. A fool whose will won't bend! I've never met a Once-ler as rotten as you, boy....."

"It's time for your story to end."

And so, the fool's journey stopped! He was cursed, to be the only thing that had survived his stupid, stupid path. Cursed, and told to tell his story to everyone he met, perhaps? The tale of how he messed up, screwed up, ruined this land here, and how he regrets it now, caww!! For he can't have the stupid stupid cockiness of a man, since he no longer is one!! 

.....or, that's how it's supposed to go, haw haww!! Because how could I regret it now?!! I've been punished for it, so thoroughly, so roughly, ahh eee ahh!!! So harsh, that stupid guy!! So how can I regret it, if I'm bitter for it?!! Haww!!! Haww .... Would I do it again? Perhaps not, since I know this is what waits for me at the end?

Alas, alas. I've told you the tale now, so I suppose it's up to you to make your own call, after all. Haww haww!! Happy Halloween, and don't be a fool, or do, it's up to you.

Caw.

[kudalyn]

WELL i did it

I'm not very used to gimp yet so it's the best I can do for now but I hope you like it Mori uwu

and static

both transparent :3 (psst once I get more used to gimp I might animate it better mmk?)

[owlapin]

Hey hey, hello mom!! Hello, mom of the little scary man, hello, hi. Thanks for having such the son that will give a guest who is a bird like me a ham, such a nice kid, such a nice ham!! Caww.

oh of course sir, and if i may let me tell you that you are one handsome bird

WINK

kukuruku

[kinkler]

Ah ah, think not too much but thinking great is grand, but if it is possible? In your head, in your mind, to think of things, perhaps a decision could be made. Perhaps, perhaps, but for me they are enjoyed! Ah ah, though platonically, perhaps, but I am a bird as you can see, and there is a limit for being a bird, for berries of sorts, perhaps, Mister Masked! Mister.... Kinky boots? No no, not so much now. Why the mask for you, Once-ler? Why outer, and not just inside like so many of us! Haww!!

I was unaware that you could enjoy berries platonically, and not just as…berries. And why the mask? Well, why not, I say. Wearing them makes me feel comfortable, and isn’t comfort something most of us seeks?

[lowquality-onceler]

Phew....

(G-god... g-gotta love them, b-but they sure do have some n-nerve sometime, don't they LQ...

H-ha ha ha.....)

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Ahh... good, good, looks like he's awake. Such a long time, such a long slumber. Not natural, not normal, not good. Danger zone avoided, and now he walks, and my role here is done for now, this role but not all roles, role call? We all have a role to play in this play, after all. Such a long time.

Caw.

[winteronceler]

How's Corv?

Oh, Corv's fine! He's not here, though.

He left after we had some lunch. And after I managed to find a wide-toothed comb. Well, actually HE found it, going through all the drawers and cupboards in my bathrooms. He made quite the mess too...

But after that I combed out his feathers carefully and he quite enjoyed it. And then he... tried to brush MY hair... using the comb.

It was quite the experience, haha;;

[lowquality-onceler]

-- aaaand there we go! One horribly spelled letter to a mister Stove!

Haha, man.... too bad I have absolutely no way to send this.

Ha. Ha ha.

........ welp, that’s tha-

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[lowquality-onceler]

-- ........ hey bird, does “sincerely” have one S or two?

Caw caw.

Okay, thanks.

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