#birds of a feather cog

[k1ssofflesh]

I’m feeling gay as shit today

Gay man be upon thee

[berriepie]

Possibly a fic with Lucifer with the reader helping him preen his wings since we all know he probably doesn’t do it himself since Lilith disappeared 😭🙏🏽

╭ . . . 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ੭

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⿻  𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭

⌦ 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 ﹕none really, maybe lucifer being a little bitch but really nothing much at all dont worry :D

aww this idea is so sweet!! thank you sm for this ask <33

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ From the very start of knowing the king of hell, you took notice of his rather, unclean wings.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ so immediately you took action, re-searching how to clean (then finding out it's called preening) wings, all types of wings really (if you own birds and or know how to properly clean wings then ignore this!!) but unfortunately, there was nothing about angel wings

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ alright then! improv it is, a few videos of people cleaning the wings of large extravagant birds should help you enough- after all Lucifer is much like those large, extravagant birds but not so large or fancy and more like a duck.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Lucifer defiantly hates the idea of getting his wings cleaned, or at least feels melancholy about it after all, the last time his wings were properly clean and taken care of were when Lilith was still there

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ WELL WHO GIVES A FUCK??? COZ YOU'RE HERE NOW!!! and well, you're the best person in Lucifer's life, apart from his daughter obviously. You care for him, make sure he eats, drinks, leaves the whole duck situation for healthy periods of time

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ so yeah, you mean a lot to him, though when it comes to his wings he's a bit defensive about them. Whenever you tried to touch them or look at the feathers Lucifer would flinch them away from you, questionable but it's his wings, not yours (god you'd kill for some wings)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ thus, in conclusion you need to be sneaky about this- while yes you valued your lovely lucifer's want to get you away from his wings you also could not watch him let his wings get all ... gross

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ and so you planned to sneak on him, and clean his wings as quickly as possible... which works as well as it sounds, you against an ex-seraphim, king of hell.... you won, easily.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ it really did not take you long to get your fiancé (he proposed, it was beautiful) to agree to you cleaning his wings (in reality you pleaded, bribed and almost got Charlie into this- who would have been happy to help, mind you)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ it took you soooo long to clean his wings (but it was worth it, you got to see Lucifer happy and you got a lovely reward for all your effort after!) and lucifer was sort of a little bitch about it- seriously for the king of all of hell he could not be any more whiney about getting his wings cleaned, you spent about a good 5 hours to pluck out any bits in his wings that really did not belong there (e.g. mechanical bits from the many ducks he decides to make) and about another two to 'scrape' out anything really stuck in there. Then you carefully washed each one of his wings, making sure they all clean and healthy! ⿻ㅤㅤᱺ after all of that, Lucifer actually genuinely felt better- his wings didn't feel burdened with anything and he could fly much better now! Meaning he could take you for flights without feeling an aching pain- all this time he thought it was that he missed Lilith (he still does, what a fitty he scored) but no, it was a small cog that was poking him.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ thank you [name], really, thank you

[four-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Ranchers - All the Stars and Me and You

Some ranchers fluff for @crownpastelyellow Starkissed AU w/ T-male Jimmy < 3333

It would be quite an achievement to lose someone in this cramped shuttle. And yet, as Tango turns back from the cockpit after flicking switches that make the petite vessel purr into automated function, he can’t for the life of him see Jimmy. 

Scanning the cramped bones of the ship, Tango tries to pick him out, find the familiar golden fluff and that smile like a lone star in a cold bitter universe. 

Vast comos’ roll behind him, their ship basking in the interstellar glow of a deathworld: a condemned colony for the corp. Tango deflates at the radioactive glow and arcs of decades old fission reactions still bubbling and cracking the surface washing over their ship. Tango spares the ‘planet’ at a glance, and wonders if they would blame him for this one somehow, or if they already had someone to pin it on. The sight is hauntingly nostalgic. 

The ship veers well out of its orbit before anything too harsh can seep through. By the time the shutters are creaking down the cockpit, the deathworld is a dark ghost in the rear view - a haunting green spectre of a planet. 

Leaving the cockpit, Tango takes all of five steps before he’s at the pullout, looking down at the standard issue sheets and the colourful array of blankets Jimmy brought with him when he joined his voyage. They are bundled up, and within that bundle, Tango spies a little tuft of gold sticking out: like bird’s tail feathers hanging out the nest. 

“Jim, you okay?” Tango asks, placing a hand on the mound. Shifting beneath the bundle like a great worm beneath the sand, Jimmy pokes his head out. 

Doesn’t say a word. Just shakes his head. Tango sighs, massaging his worn temple. “I don’t want to say I told you to wear more layers when we stopped on Skadi-7-”

“It’s not a cold.” Jimmy groans, each word seeming to pain him. His face is set in a sorrowful grimace like someone was permanently twisting a knife into him and he was just gritting and bearing through it. “Cramps.”

Sitting down on the pullout next to Jimmy, Tango blinks down at him. Blinks again. The word settles into his brain and Jimmy looks almost concerned at how thoughtful Tango looks. “Like stomach cramps?” 

The fleeting sound of Jimmy’s laugh fills the coffin of a vessel and Tango raises a brow - after that incident with the all you can get seafood stomach cramps had never been funny. Wriggling like a worm, Jimmy rests his head on Tango’s thigh, face momentarily knotted and tense before settling into his warmth. 

“Period cramps.” Jimmy can see the hamster return to spinning the cogs of Tango’s mind once again. 

“But you’re- wait you’re not a cis guy?” A laugh breaks past his lips, Tango’s astonishment and embarrassed kindling something pleasantly warm in his chest - a brief shot of gender euphoria like a star shooting through the sky. Magnificent. “There’s no way-” Jimmy rises with a bird’s nest of hair and Tango can see the outline of his chest shifting underneath his shirt. Oh. 

“Well. You may possess the universe's strongest binder,” Tango chuckles awkwardly, burning with embarrassment. But Jimmy smiles wearily, just lets the pain settle and slumps back against the ship's hull - blankets open, a clear invitation. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” 

Contemplating the empty space to Jimmy - they were in for a long haul, Tango first turns to look down towards the rear of the ship, “Can I get you anything, I think we might have some painkillers in the medpack.”

“That would be great actually… then cuddle?” How can Tango say no to those big eyes, batting so sweetly at him. 

Tango returns soon after with some tablets and a water which Jimmy greedily gulps down.

“You okay with being touched?” He asks, a quietly nervous look on his face. 

“Tango you dirty old dog, while I’m so vulnerable” The way red erupts off his face makes Jimmy’s heart swell and the pain briefly dissipate. Slumping back into the bed, creaking and refusing to give beneath him, he wiggles to try and find some comfort atop the slab of a mattress. 

“I- not like that-” Flames crack and fill the space, Tango blathering while Jimmy reaches up and weakly tugs at his shirt. 

“I’m fine with being touched, just come here.” Jimmy chuckles, voice a little worn, fatigued. Currently Jimmy doesn’t possess the strength to pull Tango down, but he comes easily, falling into bed next to him and slotting against him. The pullout is basically a slab of rock with a sheet, but Jimmy found some way to make it hospitable with all of his blankets and pillows. The stark minimalism and whirl of machines feeling just that more alive because of him.

Jimmy nestles close and breathes Tango in the char and soot of his auroma, face burying itself in his chest, tucking himself under his chin. The warmth of his breath against his neck has heat racing down Tango’s spine while his hands ghost Jimmy, still a little nervous to touch him. But his comfort is paramount. 

Wiggling close, Tango presses his chest against Jimmy, lets him melt into him with a groan settling in the back of his throat. Jimmy almost jumps out of bed at the sudden warmth tracing down his body when Tango’s hands run down his stomach, but he settles just as quick and melts into him. 

Slowly, Tango’s hands dance around Jimmy’s hips, pressing comfortingly into his abdomen, soothing warmth flushing into aching muscles while another meanders down to his thighs and kneads out the throbbing pains. The sight of Jimmy’s face so at ease makes Tango swoon, enraptured by how the tightness of his face unwinds, flutters with an ease he hadn’t known before.

Painful groans and whimper evaporate under Tango’s touch. A warming hand flat against his abdomen, slowly seeping into the cramping and throbbing pains twisting his insides, it doesn’t erase them, but the flames soothe, burn away the bitter edges fraying Jimmy’s body inside out. 

He sighs, a deep exhale, chest rising to bump up against Tango before exhaling with a soft smile. 

“Thank you.” Jimmy purrs, nestling into the crook of Tango’s neck, lapping at the sweet warmth bleeding out of him. Tango simply hums small agreeable noises, the scruff of his jaw comfortably brushing through his hair, like cats rubbing up against one another. 

It’s perhaps the first time in a few weeks that Tango has felt at ease: no patches to weld, no systems screaming at him, no looking over his shoulder - not for now at least. 

For now, in the grave cosmos sprawling beyond the confines of their little coffin of a ship does not matter, just the quiet soothing of his partner in crime’s pain. Slow and methodical ministrations absorbing him in quiet focus. In how Jimmy’s body feels in his hands, how he clambers for him, silently begging for just a little more. 

He could get used to… and maybe that thought makes his cheeks flush and heart heavy with something foreign. But right now, he can’t bring himself to care much for worries of the future. 

[glitziinova]

General Toon headcanons

I suddenly remembered that I made these

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🥧Baby and child toons are scared of skelecogs. They see one and immediately start busting out crying

🥧 Toons born/raised in certain playgrounds have perks

🐾Toontown Central - Jack of trades, better at making friends and building relationships with others

🐾Barnacle Boatyard - Better swimmers and fishers

🐾Ye Olde Toontowne - Witches or other magic-related skills; like alchemy. Also, they prefer to make things by hand, very handy toons

🐾Daffodil Gardens - Gardeners, green thumbs, but also bug hunters and collectors

🐾Mezzo Melodyland - Musically inclined toons, they have sharper ears than most toons. Also artists like painters, sculpture, tailors misc

🐾The Brrrgh - Have better resistance to the cold. Has thicker fur.

🐾Acorn Acres - Certified tree climbers and foragers. Tree climbing-related activities are very common

🐾 Drowsy Dreamland - Due to the playground being what it is, they all benefit from the perks of having better sleep and often do have better sleep than the other toons from the other playgrounds (Unless you’re that one toon from that Graham task)

🥧Baby toon fur/ feathers/scales are much more lighter when very young (like infant to toddler), they reach their true colors around early childhood

🐾 Mother egg layers (like ducks, other birds, and gators) lay eggs (woah that's crazy), and also assuming that they take the same time as humans, they will hold the egg for about 9 months, lay it, and then take care of the egg for about a few days until it hatches.

🐾 Brand new baby toons (I have no idea what to call it, idk the actual name) look like their newborn for their species, usually small, blind/deaf, bald, pink crying jellybeans with limbs. In around the couple of weeks or a month mark, they actually look like proper toon babies. Yes, the toon parents will take many pictures when their baby starts to explode in fur/feathers because they look hilarious.

🥧Toons of different species can have a child together, the child will mainly be the species of their mother with some features of their father (think of the hybrids from Beastars)

🐾EX: Duck (mother) and Alligator (father): The child would appear mostly duck with sharp teeth, spines, claws, and some scales on their body

🥧Speaking “proper” words is a learned behavior, baby toons often speak in their natural animal noises. “Proper” words are like a second language for toons, some toons will slip and talk in their “natural” language. Toons can understand each other animal noises even if they’re different species. (The Cogs can’t understand their natural animal language)

🥧Predator toons (I have no idea what to call them in this context) like cats, dogs, bears, alligators, hybrids, etc, have retractable claws. Most keep their claws short to keep in their gloves. More fashion-forward toons who don’t fight cogs tend to let their claws grow and keep them decorated (Like Malimew Barbie and Begothz)

🥧Cat toons can be scruffed and it’s really embarrassing for them. Most Cat toons often wear something on their neck, usually to make it harder for them to be scruffed, sometimes it's for fashion or both.

🥧Toons can temporarily change art styles. Usually for comic effect, imagine you said something stupid and the toon just looks at you like 👁️_👁️ -_- 👁️_👁️

[suguren]

soft as a feather

WRD #; 836

CONTENT; tododeku, fluff!!

A/N; ermm hi first fic post, its reallyyu not JUST my fic but my gfs too, we wrote this on frantic fanfic together and i wanted to post it yayyy ^_^ gf blog @powasa go follow him anyway enjoy

A feather fell from the sky, falling off of a bird's wings that flew over Deku and Todoroki as they walked outside of UA.

"Achoo!"

Todoroki Sneezed. It was spring in Musutafu, Japan. Unfortunately this was his least favorite time because of his major feather allergies. His eyes became teary and his nose now runny quickly after.

"Ah- you okay Todo? You look like you're crying." Deku said with such a soft care in his eyes, making sure his boyfriend was okay. 

"Yeah just allergies." 

This made Todoroki blush, looking in the opposite direction of him, avoiding his eyes. All forms of affection made Todoroki shy away, he's never known something so soft until he had met Deku, and he has yet to get used to it. 

Feathers are his weakness, much like Midoriya, they are both soft. 

They've been together for almost a year now, but he still gets nervous. At every hand hold, every peck on the cheek, and especially the beaming smile that radiates off of Midoriya's face is too much for him to handle.

Concern was etched on Midoriya's face, he stared at Shoto's face, his eyes analyzing his boyfriend's face. This only made Todoroki blush even more, he was so close he could smell Izuku's shampoo. "I-I'm fine really, don't worry Midoriya." 

Todoroki avoided his gaze, completely pursed his lips, he felt another sneeze itching his nostrils but he didn't want to gross out his boyfriend by sneezing in his face. But the poor oblivious Izuku was too worried about his boyfriend getting sick, noticing his face flaring red. He grabbed Shoto's face with both of his hands to get a better look at it. 

"You're burning up! Are you sure you're not catching something? Woah what's wrong with your face?!" 

Shoto's eyes were puffy and squeezed shut, his eyebrows furrowed and he kept his lips in a thin line. This damned sneeze, he's trying so hard to keep it in but the longer he holds it the harder it gets. He shook his head away from Izuku's grasp and sneezed into his arm, his nose running completely down his face, and unfortunately some getting into his elbow. He cursed his stupid allergies internally, he's making a fool out of himself in front of Midoriya of all people. 

Midoriya jumped back at the sneeze, it was loud and abrupt, and even worse Todoroki was sick.

"Sorry... Allergies." His face was even hotter than before, who knew that was even possible.

"I was trying not to snee-" He began, hoping to redeem himself from the embarrassing stunt he has just pulled.

Deku cutting Todoroki off, started wiping his nose with a tissue he had retrieved from his bag. 

"Shhh, don't speak anymore!" Deku cupped Todoroki's face in his hand.

"Look you really are sick, you're burning up and your face is all red!" 

Todoroki was losing it, the close contact was almost too much and he swore if this continued on for any longer his brain was gonna turn to mush and he was gonna melt in Midoriya's hands.

"We have to go back to the dorms now or else you're only gonna get worse and I can't let that happen! You're an important part of our class, and if a Villain were to strike right now we need you more than anyone. I need you more than anyone Shoto!"

It was typical of Midoriya to go on short rants about how important Todoroki was, and Todoroki found it adorable, but right now was not the time, he could hear the cogs in his brain slowing down from all the affection. 

Deku grabbed Todoroki's hands in his and began leading him to the dorm rooms. He was hyper aware of the hand holding, causing his heart to race.

"It's just allergies..." Todoroki muttered, mere words being a challenge to get out.

"So we will fix your allergies!" Midoriya looked at him firmly, with such passion in his eyes making Todoroki giggle.

"Hey what's so funny? This is serious Todoroki!" Deku said with a pout.

"You're treating this like a mission."

"Taking care of you is a mission!"

Todoroki stared at his lover sincerely, he always admired Midoriya's stubbornness, in fact he admired everything about his boyfriend. His optimism, the way he was so considerate for others and especially the way he never let anything or anyone get in his way of his ambitions. 

"You're so cute." The words slipped out of Shoto's lips before he could think them over, making Midoriya stop in his tracks and his brain going blank at his words. Now he was the one blushing from ear to ear. Shoto grinned softly and decided to tease his boyfriend a little. 

"It looks like I'm contagious, now you're burning up." Midoriya babbled and stumbled over his words, trying to process the words that were being sent his way. This only made Todoroki chuckle even more, he grabbed his boyfriend's face and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. 

"Calm down..." Midoriya mumbled an apology and took a deep breath, regaining his thoughts and focusing on his "mission". He grabbed Shoto's hand and dragged him toward the dorms in a hurry. 

"Come on, standing out here isn't gonna make you any better." Shoto smiled softly and followed closely behind him.

[sunflowersunite]

How lucky you are, thought the bird with clipped wings looking up to the sky

blinded by the tapestry of fearless dreams soaked in sunlight, of those who flew and keep flying, drunk in their delight

It was young when it clipped its wings, too young to understand why it was wrong to pick up the knife

for the bird was once too scared to try and now it will forever pay the price

Its wall is streaked with its severed feathers, in a pattern beautiful but useless, dead

weaved of nothing but fond memories of childhood fear and deeply rooted dread

How lucky you are, the bird laments, looking up to the sky

at the bird that cut its feet

The bird that endlessly glides, tirelessly floats, sleepless, dreamless, skin cracked open, broken bones.

Flying in circles, curiously eyeing its counterpart on the land. The one that wears wounds the restless bird cannot understand

except it can

You are lucky, insisted the bird without wings admiring the bird without its feet

the bird that bleeds and bleeds from the wounds it gave itself. The wounds it keeps carving open time and time again

for it cannot stop flying; it must not.

It drowns the rocks that could have been its solace, a place for temporary rest

Ignores the flock and flies above; forgetting the story of a boy named Icarus

Or maybe it secretly wishes to become him and die riding its high, become a star, a myth, an unreachable dream

It wishes to die great; it doesn't know it died long ago

Faded feathers adorn the carcass of a dreamer, muscles flex as if commanded by a monotone twist of cogs. Creaking joints, hollow eyes, dulled out beats of a tired heart.

Flight no longer brings it joy (it doubts there ever was joy), but how can one live if one does not fly?

So it keeps going

How lucky you are, two broken dreamers sigh, looking into their twisted mirror.

How lucky, for not knowing my pain

[postapocalypticorpheus]

Birds In the cages

And you’re telling me they’re free.

Birds feathers pulled flightless

And you’re telling me they’re free-

Their naked little bodies

Slammed twenty to the steel

And yet you’re telling me they’re free.

Bloody bodies in the streets

And you’re saying they can just leave.

Birds falling bullet ridden from their nest

And yet you say that you can’t see.

Ecosystem dying

Don’t you know who keeps the cogs flowing-

Surely not the apex

The man, the “all knowing”.

The birds who are up before lights

And traffic going.

But here they are snatched and beheaded before knowing.

Don’t you know the flight plan,

The direction that we’re going-

A fear that breeds violence

And misinformation snowing.

I beg you take a second

Listen to the screaming-

Monsters don’t sound like children

And blood gleaming.

I ask you please look

Feathers scattered,

Food left.

The avians are hungry

And begging for a rest .

But here you are laughing

And saying god bless.

New poem by me 👉🏼👈🏼

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Ekko making jewelry out of his owl feathers as presents for his 'pretty bird'

May turn into a drabble at some point as I seem terribly prone to that. 

@youmaycallmeyourhighness hope you enjoy these little headcanons.

Jewellery for his pretty bird 

He gets the idea when she's about to turn 13

He’s in half a panic, yeah sure she always seems happy with the gifts he finds for her, but this year has to be special. 

Usually, he would get her some really nice materials to work with or a pretty stone or two. Now, that's not enough. 

He remembers how enamoured she seemed with his feathers and decides to combine the two.

He's a full year ahead of her and so has had his first moult. His mother nabs a feather and gets a bit mushy about her boy growing up. His dad joins in, and Ekko is horribly embarrassed, but he likes people happy, especially his family and friends, so, ok, yeah, he can deal with his parents cooing over him. 

"Such a handsome boy you are”

His father teased him, soon he'd fly the nest, and he'd charm all the girls with that pretty plumage. 

“Hush you, there's only one girl.”

"Mom! She's my friend”

“You didn't need to ask who we meant, though.” his father chortled. 

When she comes by Benzo's shop to ask for some replacement parts for the taps. He's busy trying to get a stubborn wing feather out, and his beak is not doing the trick. Her long fingers pluck it out gently. 

Shyly she asks if she can keep it. It's gorgeous and a soft sort of smoothness to it, and she keeps running her fingers over it and against her cheeks, zoning out for a bit as she gets lost in the feeling. So he knows she likes his feathers.

He also knows touch grounds her, so he figures it can be a stress reliever, so something she can fiddle with and keep with her. 

His first attempts at making a piece didn't go well. He breaks multiple feathers. The stem of the feather is definitely not like metal. 

He makes 3 pieces eventually that year.

An earring set with a shiny cog blue beads and a long flight feather for her birthday.

A bracelet with little fluffy feathers, this one is made of string that looks like a mini boa is wrapped around her wrist. Makes it for her first moult. He asks if he can have some of her feathers. 

The third is a necklace. In an echo of the earrings, he alternates some of his smaler feathers and hers alternating with little cogs. This one he has not given yet because the implications are very clear.

He's secretly thrilled that he's with her in some form most of the time. 

She wears the earrings often, and it soon becomes her lucky charm. 

Vi thinks it's adorable and ribs her sister good naturedly. 

Vander just lets out a chuckle “kids” “It suits you, Powder. That's quite the special gift.” Is all he says but does raise his eyebrow at Ekko. 

Mylo teases her mercilessly “Can't be without your knight in shiny feathers, eh?” 

Claggor thinks it's sweet and wonders if he should keep some of his more colourful feathers for the future. 

Mylo stole them once, when she was ignoring him, and as a bit of revenge for the challenge race, she beat him in. He knew it would get a rise out of her. It does so spectacularly. It sends feathers flying. Yeah, it's not pretty. The awkward little Powder has it in her to be a right terrifying hellion.  

[rengineer]

About 4-5 of the birds have found a way into your workshop.

They’re staying out of the way but refuse to leave, most likely waiting for food.

-@doctors-doves

" Huh, " Dell muttered, glancin' up from the mess of wires and metal scattered across his workbench. He adjusted his goggles, squintin' toward the group of birds perched around the edges of his workshop. Usually, one or two feathered visitors dropped in now and again, likely drawn by the faint trace of their owner's presence still lingerin' in the space. But today, it seemed the whole flock had decided to pay him a visit.

" Well now, this is unexpected, " he said, his tone half amused, half exasperated as he set down his wrench. " Sorry, ladies, I ain't got nothin' for you to peck on. Just gears, cogs, and maybe a lil' sawdust if y'all are desperate. "

[warriorscend]

📼 :3c

There came a point where there wasn't even grain left to grind. The owners of this operation lost interest with the many passings of seasons, but weren't keen on freeing those sentenced past the point of their unrenewed interest. What little of the grains did remain kept the usual suspects fed for a good part of that year, though scarcity soon bred animosity amongst their roster, and the echidna was hardly immune to its influence. Work such as this required more energy than a handful of grain a week, and soon half a handful could provide, though he soon learned from the other, stronger individuals where more could be gathered aside from the occasional salt stalagmites that accumulated along one's beam after many storms.

The weaker links simply took care of themselves and perished quietly, becoming (much to the ire of the working cogs) part of the weight they all pushed with little else to do than throw insults at a perceived lack of assistance from any that dozed off at hours not agreed upon. It then fell upon those with partners saddled beside corpses to gnaw them free of their wrist restraints in order to lighten the load for them all. Days of passing over a body left along the worn rock face did make it seem increasingly more appetizing, and those larger and with stronger appetites had no issue with both consuming the flesh before rot could set in and the smell would eventually convince one to knock the remains over the edge and into the crashing waves below.

There was a time he managed to catch a sea bird that landed to peck at such remains before it had gone sour enough to warrant disposal. With only his teeth, he tore through feathers and bone as mechanically as his usual, circular routine, but there came even a time when the birds learned to avoid his beam on its way around. There was never a short supply of bodies though, dwindling as the grain though they were.

"Always wanted to try echidna! Heard they're a real delicacy these days." Was one common jeer he'd grown used to by the more vocal mobian behind him, which he'd meet with stopping suddenly mid push to cause a firm jerk in the wheel and rouse multiple complaints from the others that kept their heads mostly down.

Other issues were becoming more prevalent than hunger as the platform the prisoners paraded around began to break off in eroded chunks to the point where some strapped to the far ends of their beams too joined the dead weight of the wheel, dangling by broken wrists either dead or in the process of becoming so when desperation led to chewed through wrists. As those around the middle began to notice their feet scuffing the sharp edge of a fate so many of them saw coming, protests would erupt to stop turning the damn thing already, but how could they just stop after all this time? It seemed non negotiable for some. Others privileged with positions closer to the center just kept turning out of spite while some seemed to enjoy the mounting terror of those that wouldn't resign to morbid eventuality.

When there was only he and one other prisoner (unfortunately one that never seemed to experience a shortage of jeers and jaunts at his expense) left pressed close to the main mast as their restraints allowed, they continued in their slow ans restrained game of chase until there was only room left for one. It was a quick battle of kicks - legs wrapped calves and knees to the stomach, but eventually his spines prevailed in pain so piercing to his combatant that he was easily shoved off. With no more reason to push forward, the echidna settled onto his beam for some days after, watching the horizon as if waiting still even after the time had seen him grow into the hulking champion of the wheel. It was only after the great contraption creaked and threatened to topple off the cliff during a storm that he finally found the days of stored strength needed to wrench his fists free of their iron clamps.

He found himself wondering why the sun seemed to be just as close to his lonely outcrop here as it had been back on the island when a familiar voice grizzled with age remarked from the waters below.

"Oi, kid! I'm back, like I said, yeah? Boy, you sure got big. Heck're they feedin' ya?"

[tempest-toss]

Excerpt of a Book - "On the Subject of Failed Ascensions"

((Authors note: Muns, Mods, Muses, and ANons are free to interact/react/send questions! The list is a bit long but there is more exposition underneath it!))

[... the page is torn and easily damaged, it seems someone doesn't want the methods of ascension to be read...]

Ascension is not as easy as one might think from the above. Whether it is misuse of items, improper invocation, or by a strand of bad luck, a failure to ascend can occur.

Failed ascensions are never the same. Some are instantaneous and immediately corrupts and poisons the sanity and will of the afflicted. Others are not immediately changed, but do begin their cruel metamorphosis, having to live through the pain of the physical and the slipping of their mind.

No two failures are the same but depending on the deity invoked to help power the ascension, or area of power sought, the failure can have similar aspects. The following is a known list that gives examples of this.

Some names of failures - Area of power sought - Common Characteristics

B. Vessels, Half-Vampires, Giant Bats, Arteries, Choleric Phlegm - Blood and Vampirism - Excessive and never-ending bleeding, loss of speech, thin body and tall stature, exposed veins ____

SkullFaces, Reapers - Death - Loss of flesh, bone growth, the ones with more success gain a death touch, cloak fused with body ____

Ghouls, Living Coffins - Life - Paled skin, forced to retain fragments of humanity, increased durability ____

Wraith, living creep, Shadow tags - Darkness - Aversion to light, limited mobility, death by purity ~~~~~~

Corrupted wolves, Werewolf lords, tree people, and more - Nature - Territorial, more prone to feralness, mostly animal/rare to have human qualities left, when dies becomes grass or other nature ~~~~~~

Corrupted merfolk, Starfish fragments, Jellyfish - Ocean - rare ability to breathe outside of water permanently, animalistic, always covered in scales ~~~~~~

Cordyceps, Spore Factories - Mushrooms - loss of brain control, ability to spread corruption ~~~~~~~

Heartless, the huggers - Love - hearts physically exposed, distorted voices, inhuman strength ~~~~~~~~~

Flesh lumps, fleshlings, the fused - Flesh - Abominations, mish-mash of flesh and organs, often has no mouth yet screams ~~~~~~

Fortune-tellers, Great Sages, the predictor - Fate - Lack of eyes, telepathy, violent and uncontrollable twitches, often take a form resembling a tarot card. ~~~~~~~~

Fox-kin, Three tailed kits, shapeshifters - Trickery - Talks in lying rhymes, fox tails, inability to speak negatively about the kitsune deity, uncontrollable laughter ~~~~~~~~

The crow swarm, the lightning striker, "Mede" - The Sky - Never-ending feathers, often stuck between human and bird, loss of vocal cords. _______

Clockbearers, cog sentinels, the minuteman's guards - Time - Loss of any emotion, loyal to a master, constant loud clanking noises ______

Puppeteers, Melts, Ladies in Red, Sneaking Statues - Arts - Loss of bodily autonomy, fear of being looked at, aggressive if touched, full retention of fate ______

Fused Gunners, The gladiator, Eyesniper - War - Heightened aggression, loss of distinguishing features, attacks indiscriminately, always clothed in some form of battle attire (fused to skin) ______

The Leprosed, Crow Maulers, Spewers, Bloodied Medic - Pestilence/Sickness - Rots immediately after death, often packed with contamination, crow and raven aesthetics. Either crows or coughs, all have crow tail feathers. ______

The inhabited, Atlas Moths, The Alien - Insects - Dies almost instantly to fire, hive mind, often feel compelled by stronger powers, obsessed with turning locale into a hive. Various bug features are seen, from wings to proboscis to stingers _______

Astroid cluster, "Mercury" - Space - Floats, beautiful coloring, lack of aggression, dies without warning ________

Book Stack, Learners, The Professor - Knowledge - Growth of brain matter, telepathy, often the exterior changes to leather and paper, horrible at fighting ~~~~~~~~

Moon Dust, the Forgotten, "Laika" - Moon - Often borrows from other domains, has no gravity, is aggressive, and is rarely seen (heightened chance of dying immediately after failing. ~~~~~~~

Ifrit, Bound-Demon, "The Influencer" - Evil - Often takes a form enticing to an opponent, banished by holy objects and faith, horns and spaded tails, grotesque claws, almost always has a sneer, loss of all prior memories. ~~~~~~~

Bodybuilders, "The Coach", Barbelled - Strength - Aggressive, avoid at all costs!, heightened senses, slow speed, abnormal growth of muscular tissue, no known weaknesses ~~~~~~~

Flame Atronarch, Phoenixes, Coal Sprites - Fire - Constantly aflame, will not chase prey that enters the water, afraid of caves. ~~~~~~

Wisps, the Fallen, Tethered Corpses - Spirits - Incorporeal, tangible enough to harm but most attacks fail, usually melancholy, often begs for opponents to kill it. ~~~~~

Three-winged angels, "The Blind One" - Purity - Flaming wings, often has eyes covered up, senses one based on how corrupt they are, will focus on other failed ascensions before a human. ~~~~~~~

Golems, Sand Shifters, Geode Clusters - Earth - Slow movers, often coated in sand, retention of humanity, shattered if stressed ~~~~~

"Carolers", The festivites, The grapevines - Drunken festivities - Smells of grapes, drunk, easily irritable, disfigured appearance, almost never seen without a mask. !!!!!!

The Bloated, the Starved, Foodies - Sustenance - Disfigured bodies, only has brain functions relating to food or drink. In the case of "Foodies", their body becomes a foodstuff

Not included in the list above are domains that have too few entities to report, and many of the niche and very minor domains (such as horses)

It should be noted that the domains of Unity and Family, do not have any failed ascensions, as all who invoke their domain will die instantly if used to ascend. It has yet to be confirmed as to why or how.

Maybe if one were to ask...

[The rest of the page is worn...]

[archangeltwins]

Metropolis Gangs:

High-Hats / Velvet Empirical - clive thornhill's gangs, the big sharks of the districts the family claim in an iron grip. since clive's aged, the torch's been passed on to his son, victor. originally londoner expats, they came to the new states on cusp of the '98 Pan-Asian Stock Crash, witnessing the domino effect of total societal and economic collapse. they've nurtured cutthroat, ruthless attitudes ever since, leaving little wiggle room for territory gains.

Numbers - underlings of notorious flesh-cartels, snatchers of people to sell. aside from scarring and burns, members have stick-n-poke numerals on their skin to indicate how many Money Girls and Pretty Faces they've pawned off. they're rampant in 'no-go zones', quadrants heavily avoided. often referred to as "scum", "guttermongers", "the poor", "beasts in human skin", "biters"

Sugar Hunters - staggie steyne's own gang. he operates and spreads influence by comandeering various abandoned buildings ( killing or 'forcefully evicting' former tenants ), remodelling them into his "funhouses". outfits flashy like the iridescent feathers of old-world birds, a warning to those to not deal with poison. "taste bad, stay away or you die". their symbol, as you guessed, can be hummingbirds.

Pink Wolves - all-women protections group operating out of the inner metro ring ( think hackers, techies, atomic / nuclear power fanatics, cyberpunk, etc ) but they occasionally get jobs on the outer edges.

Crows 'n Sparrows - scouts and messengers for the various gangs that inhabit the shadowy depths of the metropolis. able to appear or sound like anyone.

Petrol-Heads - the de facto runners / motor-bilia obsessed riggers for various wheelers that travel the roadways. talking sixteen and eighteen-sets converted into fully-functional livable spaces ( insp. by Twisted Metal ). connected to clive by way of food and drug supply. their symbol is a cog. oft nicknamed "roughies" & "roughnecks", "chromers", "(anti)freeze-pissers", "savages", "metalbiters"

Rat Men - tba

[chorusfm]

Billie Eilish – Hit Me Hard And Soft

Billie Eilish has had quite the run of fortune recently. Having picked up major accolades, including her second Oscar for Best Original Song for her contribution to the Barbie movie for the heart-wrenching “What Was I Made For?”, to multiple Grammy awards for her continued collaboration with her brother, Finneas, Eilish seemed poised to deliver an album that felt like the truest form of her identity. Hit Me Hard And Soft is an album that feels like the more logical successor of Eilish’s breakthrough, When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? and she shines all over the record. While the “knock” on Billie Eilish has been that she “doesn’t sing, she whispers,” that all gets put to bed once in for all on this third studio album that has some of the best vocal moments in the young artist’s career to date. Having chosen to not release any singles prior to the album launch, Billie Eilish was daring her fans to embrace the album format and listen to it, traditionally, from front to back. She accomplishes that goal in more ways than one, by creating her most cohesive and daring work of art to date on Hit Me Hard And Soft. Thematically, the new record starts off gently enough with the song, “Skinny” that finds Eilish explaining the media’s focus on her physical appearance as a barometer for her overall well-being. Eilish croons, “People say I look happy / Just because I got skinny / But the old me is still me / And maybe the real me / And I think she’s pretty,” and it’s a vulnerable opening statement to say that she is embracing her physical beauty while still growing into the prospect of being comfortable in her own skin. “Lunch” follows the soothing opener, and was chosen as the lead single from the set upon the record’s release, and it’s easy to see why. It’s got a steady beat and bounce to it that is meant for solid radio placement, and it hits the sweet spot of delivering the goods just around the three-minute mark. The song is largely about how Eilish formally came out during a Rolling Stone interview, but she delivers little doubt as she sings, “I could eat that girl for lunch / Yeah, she dances on my tongue / Tastes like she might be the one.” It rocks along with a brooding sense of self-confidence and it’s the best version of Eilish’s sound. ”Chihiro” follows in the sequencing with a synth-heavy beat that expands as the song gets going. Eilish’s vocal highs on the chorus are truly breathtaking, and the production from Finneas accentuates the right moments in the track to ensure it leaves the right impression on listeners. In the repetitious bridge of, “Wringing my hands in my lap / And you tell me it’s all been a trap / And you don’t know if you’ll make it back / I say, “No. Don’t say that,” Eilish invites the audience into her personal life while still taking a worldly view of everything around her. My personal favorite song comes in the middle of the sequencing with “Birds of a Feather.” Eilish’s vocals sound like a million bucks, and she quickly showcases why she’s one the key cogs of what makes today’s pop scene so interesting. Eilish gushes on the chorus, “I’ll love you till the day that I die / Till the day that I die / Till the light leaves my eyes / Till the day that I die,” over some carefully strummed guitar chords to put the spotlight directly on her vocal performance. It’s truly a stunning song, and one that I didn’t think she was capable of creating at this stage in her career. But damn, I’m glad she went for it here. The other songs in the middle of the tracklisting like the largely acoustic guitar ballad of “Wildflower,” that gradually adds in more instruments as it accelerates through the storytelling, begin to give a clearer vision to the sound Eilish and Finneas were going for. “The Greatest” was marked as a key gateway for Eilish finish this record, and it does a solid job of closing out the front half of the LP with some breathy vocals that bleed away into the dark abyss, much like the cover art of Eilish falling into the… https://chorus.fm/reviews/billie-eilish-hit-me-hard-and-soft/

[blxckv3il]

Extortionist - When It All Goes Dark

In solitude, there's nothing left to lose.

I call for you but you won't come and save me.

Forgotten by all the ones i've loved and the ones who've said they cared.

I guess its my distrustful faith in a sea of snakes.

Push it all down, push it all away.

Spare me of your counterfeit attempts of saving face.

Holding on because you have something to gain.

I see right through your two faces and I can't relate.

Your so called friends are dead.

You use the loss just for the attention.

That little blue bird feeds your image of imitation.

Hit your head falling from the social ladder you crave.

Birds of a feather so fake and you are all the same.

When it all goes dark, no ones coming back for you.

Forgotten from the start, so there is nothing left to prove.

Everyone moves on and there is nothing you can do.

No sense in holding on because in the end we're born to lose.

I fall back into the dark.

Isolation beckoning, separate.

No one's coming back for me, no.

You left me behind in the ashes of what used to be.

I'm lost in your absence.

Everything I've loved is now past tense.

Forgotten, I was just a memory. Just a fragment.

When it all goes dark, no ones coming back for you.

Forgotten from the start, so there is nothing left to prove.

Everyone moves on and there is nothing you can do.

No sense in holding on because in the end we're born to lose.

The mask you wear must be heavy hanging off your face.

Bury your skeletons before the vultures start to feed."

I don't need anyone, I don't need anything

Human kind is exhausting

I've become so drained

Human kind is exhausting I've become so drained of life

You take away my energy

I will not conform to the game

Fuck your status and your false sense of superiority

It means nothing to me

When it all goes dark, no ones coming back for you

Forgotten from the start, so there is nothing left to prove

Everyone moves on and there is nothing you can do

No sense in holding on because in the end we're born to lose

I will not succumb to you

You sit at tables with the plastic personalities

The cowards play a cowards game and bite the hand that feeds

You're subject to become another cog in the machine

Another carbon copy and you all mean nothing to me

You are nothing to me

Take your place in the waste with all of the flies bathing in shit, feeding their false images

You're jaded, caught in the chains of all I despise. Sedated behind a gate of this exclusivity

I will denounce the hate and all of the lies

Drenched in the venom you spit and you don't even realize your fate is paved with the nameless graves of the blind

You're rotting inside a hive, devoid of love and light

[thehipovercor]

More Falsum Lore but it's CRINGE (lovingly)

Okay I just got out of a conversation with a good friend and we figured out a rough estimate of how each Class (consider as subspecies) of Cor flirts with each other. Obviously, this isn't a hard(cor)e rigid scientific "EACH OF THEM DOES THIS" but this will be a lovely general guideline of what you could expect an individual of a certain Class to do. Some fellas are aromantic so lol those friends can disregard. Additionally, I'm not even sure if all "flirting" is actually flirting, as Corda are a social species with pack-bonding tendencies and some individuals may just be pulling a member in for a Queer Platonic Relationship. All Corda are asexual and do not have genitals.

With all that prerequisite nonsense out of the way, let's gooooo! Here are the Classes again for a quick reference.

We have the Common Corda: Cognizants, Scouts, Supporters, and Communicators. Then we have the Warrior Corda: Brawlers, Rangers, and Defenders. I will take no criticism on the names <3 at this point I cannot change them :(

Cognizants are loosely based on intelligent bird species such as corvids and easily-trainable pigeons, so it makes the most sense to base their flirting/courting on those behaviors. Cogs are the most likely to have feathers and those who do have them will keep well-groomed to be flashy! With or without feathers, Cogs will also bedazzle themselves with shiny objects: jewelry is already a quick and easy, albeit potentially expensive, way to impress one another. For non-bonding reasons, Cogs already wear jewelry and the ones with the most elaborate or socially-coveted gear are higher ranking in their "special science boys clubs" (they have a bit of a brutal caste system, unfortunately. Outside of each others' presences, they will gladly lighten up on what they're wearing). If something conventional like a necklace or watch doesn't suit a Cog, they'll adorn themselves in other items they consider important! These rogues may put on, say for example, salvaged machine parts for a personal style. As one can imagine, gifting is an effective bonding mechanism between Cogs and is performed from Cogs to other Classes, usually with more personally-catered items. Love is stored in the shiny rock.

Scouts don't mind receiving gifts, but as they're the fastest and most agile Class, their courting is all about being impressive and proving they're useful in many situations! If their crush isn't impressed by the other being able to parkour, Scouts easily switch to proving their versatility, typically in professional trades or odd hobbies. From there, bonding results from them learning each other's skills and being helpful wherever possible. With such a wide selection of options for a Scout to show off and learn, Scouts are simultaneously more and less complex than Cognizants. ...Somehow. Regardless, Scouts can seemingly develop a "sixth sense" and know when a partner or good friend is in trouble and, if near enough, will come running to assist. Whether reckless or cautious, smart or silly these guys are dedicated to anyone they care about.

Supporters are simple, actually. As the most humanoid of all Corda with an instinct to be more gentle, they appreciate kind gestures and form bonds easily. They'll laugh at Scouts' gestures, be smitten by Cognizants' efforts to boast, and (not stated yet) easily merge into Communicators' awkward attempts. Between each other, Supporters seem enjoy taking care of gardens or something else to nurture without jumping immediately into complex pets or adopted children. Later, once they're established, they will form adorably sappy love stories. Of course, they might seem a bit... strong to outsiders.

Communicators are the most autistic-coded Class and that's why one's my sona (not to say all Corda aren't walking metaphors). These fellas are noticeably smaller than others and are prone to being overwhelmed by the psychic energy of a crowd or group, so they keep to themselves or to 1 - 2 chosen individuals. Then, when presented with someone they wish to court, they're typically shy. When words won't happen, Communicators stick to doing small favors and organizing their safe spaces to accommodate the guest. Once the other Cor is nearby, the Comm will switch to parallel play, staying in the same room or in an adjacent room to their interest. They will continue to engage in the cycle of invitation, prepare, and share room until there is an unspoken understanding or until the other Cor directly asks. It is up to the individual Communicator as to whether they can handle answering with a clear response. Ideally, the other Cor will learn about their quirks and be willing to share their own safe space until the understanding is reached. Once the barrier is down, they will each open up and are fiercely loyal. Do not be alarmed if a Communicator sends you an image of an animal you like at 4 AM, that is part of their love language.

Should I take a break? Yes. Am I going to type more? Yes because it'll be brief.

Warrior Classes fall prey to stoicism and embarrassment from being so different from their Common Class peers. While not as graceful or agile, Warriors are surprisingly dexterous. When a Warrior Class wishes to court anyone, they will study the other member, often taking a long while to learn their ins and outs. The Warrior will then do one of two things (or perhaps both, depending): display feats of powerful destruction or feats of delicate creation. Brawlers and Defenders are more than capable of lifting and throwing rooted trees or large boulders, but they are also capable of carving into the fresh lumber or piecing together the shattered stone into works of art. Rangers, with a slightly thinner frame, may work up the courage to dance after having stomped a flat stage. These actions sound quite similar to Scouts' behaviors but Warriors usually make plans to be bombastic instead of running headfirst into an effort. Ironically, I would say Warrior Classes have more in common with Communicators.

Other Things:

Typical forms of showing affection include:

Melting into a cuddle pile like all of those pictures of cats

Holding hands and walking so closely to another that they stumble, also like videos of cats (If a Cor has a tail, they will use it too)

Spending so many years together that they prepare pieces of the other's schedule (ex. knowing when their partner asks for a tool or when they prefer to brush their teeth and prepping the brush)

Parallel play, again

Notes:

Ear touching, whether it is by headbutting or using hands, depends on the individual. Some Corda seem to love being pet while others are sensitive and might yelp, much to their embarrassment. This does open the door to pranks. [Partner discretion advised.]

Butt touching is usually a joke mocking humans

Kissing is... Up in the air. Plenty don't mind a smooch on the lips or light making out, but others are repulsed by this flesh-tacular behavior and leave it at allowing themselves to be kissed on the cheek. [Second note of Corda not having genitals and cannot get aroused (sorry I have to emphasize it for reasons)]

I love my Corda and I have finally ripped off a bandage that has been plaguing me for an unspecified amount of time. I uh... Had to do some healing before I'd allow myself to think about my blorbos in a loving-each-other context, ahaha. Apologies for being cring and my sincerest thanks if you've read this whole thing! Sorry for being vulnerable on main (i don't have a second blog at the moment so you're all getting it on main regardless)

[blackvahana]

There's an entire.... room here that belongs to it, that is it. There's not even a door on it, but it feels closed. Going into it? Cold. Damp. Full of Nothing.

The Sky Bird has been a question mark and an absence for so long. I got over the whole godkin phase I had of "wahh I Used to be myself and the Sky Bird and now I'm not" because no, I Am Who I Am, I have grasped the power of my own name and begun to use it as a needle to thread my tapestry but like. the Sky Bird.... Has been an absence. A memory. Even when we took that form last year or maybe two years ago.... It was gone before it even happened. It's a memory. It is not a memory.

It's a machine. It's muscles. It's... fabric to be threaded. It's hiding away, waiting. It's a pelt. It's...

It's the black that is the sky, the black day sky. The white night sky. The blue black sky, the black blue sky, the eyes that are space, the stars that are the sun, it is its own child and is its own......... Everything. Totality. Encompassing.

I'm stepping over a personal boundary to say I'm getting flashes of it being recognised in... we'll just say a certain culture I'm no longer connected to this life. The Blue Bird, the king of the sky, seen as a bird which is the cohesion of bird flocks and the wind whistles and the dancing raindrops. It steers the racing horses, it guides the travellers, it sings rivers into existence, it purifies sacred sites which are... the. grounds of sky burial sites.

It's the incarnation of the Blue Sky. Alternate incarnation. No, incarnation, I'm dodging my own gaze in the mirror. mirror. silver cogs. Brown cogs.

Oh. I get the need to sit and look at the name coming up for the next song. Night Grasping At Day. That song, the one that keeps haunting my emotions lately because it feels like now in my life, emotional, bells toll, sirens fade into choral singing, night grasps at Dei. The flooding... I said earlier to someone else that when dominoes fall they don't necessarily fall. When something falls, but the environment changes, it can cease "falling" without being touched or stopped.

When the sky cracks and falls, it shatters. It does not always shatter. Sometimes, it forms the Sky Bird. The entirety of the world has shifted around this because I am the entirety of the world incarnate.

Lev is primordial. Lev is the waters. He is beyond any conscious manifestation. He is God reflected. He is the very state of being ancient. Sometimes when the sky cracks it doesn't fall, instead it forms into the lines between the feathers of that bird, that thing, that emanation, that expansion, that set of crack-roads that paved the way for That Man to carve his way into this Earth and across it on horseback. His heaviness reflects in what is now the immense black waters of the sky - which is me. I look up, my skin is the sky, translucent, my flesh and blood that black water. The Sky Bird is black. The Sky Bird is infinite blue. We are a duality of a paradox reconciled.

I return. Again, and again, and again. Like the bodies of the Leviathan I am an infestation in the code of reality, I am the coder, and now the sky is coded not to crack and fall but reshape itself. Kill me, I return. Over, and over, and over, until the deed is done. Oh, but now the Blue Sky sings a different tune and sings of love, then I will give way into love. The deed will be done.

Sudden. impulse. to make the Sky Bird an alternate body. which is to say there's a closed door to the Sky Bird. which is to say it sits waiting in the Void. which is to say it is the unmanifested past-present-future form of -