#cockatiel skull

[skulllesbian]

bu.dgie skull, on the right in comparison with a bigger co.ckatiel!

[aeriona]

An actual beast. A creature. A mere critter, a creepy-crawly.

[maxwellatoms]

I’ve found precious little time to play as much Dwarf Fortress as I want to, and I’ve found even less time to draw the dwarves! Time for a reckoning! I chose the dwarves of the Axe of Nourishing because they were primarily worshipers of Ingtak-- the dwarven deity of theft. My plan was to build a great Temple of Ingtak and steal a bunch of artifacts to keep inside. The first attempt was the fortress of Joytooth, founded in the year 50. By 52, we developed a serious Giant Cockatiel problem. The mistake was (perhaps) attempting to build a giant open-air metal fortress on the top of a volcano to honor a god who lurks in the shadows. Call it karma. Call it the “agitation bug”. Either way, I dragged my militia to train on top of the barracks with spears and whips in the hope of keeping the maddened birds at bay.

Here you can see Thikut Logemrab (Craftsdwarf) doing his best to make a nice gneiss mug while dead two-ton birds fall through the ceiling of his workshop. On the wall is an engraving of Kthitterbash the Magpie Man stabbing our broker in the face, which seemed to be the historical trigger for the whole “bird war”. Or maybe it was putting Kthitterbash’s skull on display in the craft room. It’s hard to assign blame sometimes.

“Joytooth” was retired in 55 with a small surviving group of soldiers and children, several of whom moved to the next fort-- “Baldbrass”. In the hope of avoiding Total Dwarven Hubris, this time we chose NOT to locate our Temple to a Sneaky God the most conspicuous spot on the map. Also, we have an undead monkey head.

[kragehund-est]

training 47 cockatiels to do 1 trick each. each cockatiel's trick is cued by the trick of the bird before it, set up like the world's squeakiest and most whimsical rube goldberg machine. the final cockatiel knocks over a domino that cascades until it topples a bowling ball down a track, falling and caving in the skull of a sleeping man.

[flock-talk]

I volunteer at a parrot rescue, and most of the birds I give scritches to are Large, so do you have any advice for scritching the little birb heads?

Varies a bit on the size of the small bird and their preferences!

For the most part you'll want to stick to 1-3 fingers:

1 Finger scritches

Index finger gently stroking the feathers against the grain

They usually rest their beak on another part of your hand during this

Start at the forehead or cheeks and let them rotate around

they will probably offer under their beak, you will feel teeny tiny bird skull and suddenly become overwhelmed with thoughts of how delicate and little they are

be light with your touch, you shouldn't be pushing their head around too much most of them just won't enjoy it

2-3 fingers

usually for small conures/ cockatiel sized birds

thumb and middle finger are usually rubbing the cheeks while the index finger is scratching the forehead

same basic notes as above but these guys usually don't mind being bopped around a bit more

Hand cuddles!

not for every bird

during scritching they may shuffle towards the rest of your cupped hand for warmth and cozy cuddles

just keep an eye on their body language, some may want scritches to stop at this point while others want it to continue

just keep an eye for hormonal behaviours (swaying, bobbing, rubbing)

some birds prefer a nail gently scratching their skin

other prefer the finger pad gently rubbing the skin

others only want the feathers ruffled no skin contact

it's not much different than big birds, just on a more delicate scale! and some little birds don't mind being roughhoused a little bit when it comes to the scritches, just depends on the individual!

[missannavaldez]

Anna Valdez 

Glass Domes with Cockatiel and Coyote Skull - 72 x 72 inches, 2023. 

[starlightsoulwriting]

Ghost-Blood//Revenant: 3

Khonshu, Marc Spector, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Maybe some Layla x Reader later if you guys are as Bi as I am

You and Arthur are gonna be Worsties with a side of Conflicting Emotions

AO3

Chapter List, Including Prologue

Rating: PG-13/T, for cursing and later violence

Warnings: None

Summary: You make a big step in your career. Marc, meanwhile, is having a Time.

A/N: Note that Khonshu’s voice is only bolded and italicized when he is speaking as a disembodied voice.

“Marc, make the Worm break up with the artist.” The hollow socket’s of Khonshu’s skull bored into his soul as the god clutched his staff in a vice grip.

Nighttime blanketed the city of London in a pretty pitch of deep blue-grey, even if the light pollution washed out the number of stars, leaving the sliver of the moon that hung in the sky far lonelier than it normally should be.

But Marc paid no attention to that, focused instead on the wind in his hair, and the gauze-wrapped moon god in front of him.

This was fucking ridiculous.

“They video call a few times a week,” He raised his eyebrow at him with an unamused huff and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not like she’s moving in with him.”

All the things being Khonshu’s avatar had taken from him (including his wife), and now he wanted to mess with one of the few people in Steven’s life that actually paid him any attention?

Yeah, no, Marc wasn’t letting that fly. (And he wasn’t going to let himself admit that he found himself fond of you, as well. You made Steven happy, and that went a long way in his book. And besides that, you were a total catch. If he’d been the one to meet you first, he would’ve asked you out without hesitation, if he wasn’t still so hung up on Layla.)

But he wasn’t going to think that right now. Instead, his expression hardened as he shot Khonshu a firm glare. “What’s your problem?”

“That’s not your concern.” Khonshu shook his head in a way that reminded Marc of an offended cockatiel, leaning forward so his beak was all up in his face, slamming the staff down on the floor and making his hair blow back from his face. “Your concern is making sure that you and your alter stay far, far away from that woman.”

But Marc was used to Khonshu’s tantrums at this point.

“I’m not messing with Steven’s relationship.” He said firmly. “I don’t know why you care, but it’s not keeping me from your errands. So it doesn't matter.”

Khonshu let out a low growl, and held his gaze for a solid moment before he let out a huff. “Make sure you keep it that way, Spector. Or I’ll be forced to go elsewhere for an avatar.”

“I’ve got it under control.” Marc scowled at him, but nodded. “Now let’s get to work finding that scarab before Steven loses too much sleep.”

---

“Steven, I don’t think I can do this.” You groaned exaggeratedly, leaning back in your desk chair, face in your hands. You’d probably ducked out of your camera’s view by accident and given Steven only a partial view of your face in the video call, but you were too nervous to care, heartbeat hammering in your chest like the beat of hummingbird wings, and nausea swarming in your stomach.

“Aw, come on, love, there’s no way they could turn you down.” He said softly, and you peeked in between your fingers to see him smiling encouragingly in the corner of your screen, just about the cutest thing you’d ever seen in his too-big sweatshirt. God, you wanted to hold his hand for support right now, but a literal ocean stood between that. “And… I know it’s not working with Dr. Jackson, but you could still be a courier from London if you’re serious about moving here. But you can’t make a plan if you don't open your mail.”

“Right.” You sighed, clenching and unclenching your hand repeatedly.

Getting Steven on video call for moral support was the right choice, even as nerves choked your chest in a vice-grip.

You wanted this research position so bad. And it would let you move to the same city as your quasi-boyfriend of three months, Steven. And he was right, you could move to London anyway. A big change, but one you’d intended on making for years but never had the opportunity to follow up on. No matter what happened you could move anyway. You would be devastated, but you could still be in the city you’d want to.

But still, you don’t know how you would recover from the blw of being rejected from your dream position managing and analyzing items sent back fresh from dig sites. Sure, Dr. Jackson had been a mentor to you from a distance for years, but that didn’t mean you would get accepted automatically.

“C’mon, you can do it.” Steven prodded.

“Yup.” You popped the ‘p,’ eyes returning to the screen and hovering your mouse over the email sitting innocently in your inbox, unaware of your inner turmoil. Mocking you. You squeezed your eyes shut, and clicked it. “Just tell me if I got in or not, please.”

“Iris!” Steven gasped, almost a holler, sending a lance of panicked shock through you as you opened your eyes. “You got in!”

Holy shit!

You practically screamed, hands shaking back and forth in the air in happiness. “Steven, I got in, I’m moving to London! Oh my god!”

“I am sending you the biggest virtual hug, congratulations!” Steven’s face was radiant, eyes shining in the low light of his apartment. “You deserve it!”

All you could do is squeal in delight, your whole body moving now. “Not as big as the hug I’m giving you when I see you again!”

---

“Is this the last of it?” Steven’s voice sounded from your right, in the meager kitchen of the little studio apartment you found yourself in just about a month after that fateful video call. It’d been so hectic that you’d hadn’t been able to talk as much as you’d wanted, but now that you were in the same city, you had high hopes your long-distance thing with Steven could turn into something more substantial - if he was ready for that.

But there was no need to rush. You could wait for him to be ready as long as it took.

“Yeah, that’s everything.” You smiled softly to yourself, surveying the room. It would take a bit until you felt at home in the space, but already you could see the possibilities. “Oh! And just you wait until I get the kitchen set up, my friend Baran taught me a bunch of vegan recipes I want to try to make for you, do you have any preferences?”

You turned around to face him with a smile, just to see him stock-still, staring at your fallen-open sketchbook with an expression you couldn’t decipher, looking half-way to nauseated.

…”Steven?”

His eyes shot to you, like he hadn’t realized you’d been talking, swallowing thickly. “What’s this?”

You tilted your head, but came up behind him all the same to see what had him so rattled.

Oh.

It was one of your drawings of The Knight, as close as you could remember.

“A nightmare.” You said simply, taking it from its spot in the pile and closing it, and pressed your lips into a thin line. “It started after my car accident freshman year of undergrad.” The one you’d never gone into much detail about.

“Oh.” He faltered, playing with his own hands. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You just shrugged, turning away with a tight feeling in your chest.

“There’s not much more than what you already know. It was dark, and raining warm summer rain, and a deer darted into the road.” You closed your eyes, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt, and took a deep breath. “It took four hours for emergency services to find me, but by the time they got there I was already out of the wreck, curled up underneath an umbrella. The thing is, I remember someone pulling me out and waiting with me. But whenever I try to think of their face, all I see is wrapped linen and glowing eyes.”

You pressed a hand to your face and shook your head. “I guess that’s what happens when you get head trauma after anthropology class, huh?” You cracked to lighten the mood, opening your eyes to look at Steven again. “Hallucinated that a mummy’s your savior?”

He looked abysmal.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

And he darted to the washroom before you could see the evidence that he was right.

All you could do is stand outside the door and feel guilty as the wind outside picked up.

---

“Okay Khonshu, time to fess up, who is she? Why does she remember Moon Knight saving her, huh?” Marc paced back and forth as the god reclined casually on Steven’s couch.

“Because Moon Knight saved her.”

The simple response made him still. “Before I was your avatar.”

“Correct.”

He closed his eyes. Okay, kind of fucked up, he could give it that, but that still doesn’t explain why Khonshu was acting so fucking coy about you. It’s not like you knew enough to risk their identity whatsoever, and as bad as he felt about making Steven puke in front of you, he knew Khonshu didn’t give a rat's ass if he embarrassed him. Fucker probably thought it was funny.

“You going to tell me why you're protecting her?” Marc settled on saying, eventually. Because he had to be. It was the only explanation for his hissy fits, when combined with the fact he’d had Moon Knight save you in the past.

“That’s none of your business.”

“She’s not like, your long lost freaky demigod baby or something, right?”

And Khonshu laughed at him, and laughed, and laughed, and called him stupid.

[gaymerasmus]

If you’re still doing matchups can I have one? Akdkdkdkjd

Ok so basically

I’m a neuroscience/pre-medical student in college. I’m autistic and medical science has been my special interest since before I could read and I still have medical textbooks that were given to me when I was like 6.

I love to sing and record music and shit and I can get pretty obsessive about working on it after I get an idea.

I LOVEE cockatiels. Cockatiels are everything, cockatiel is best birb. I just, I really love parrots lol

I’m 5’3 and I am small and round, we love being insecure

My hair irl is pretty much exactly how I draw it on my pope Neuro character, it’s dyed purple and I got a lot of it on my head

I also keep a sheep brain in a jar. I also just bought a glass jar that’s shaped like a skull so I’m gonna put the brain in there, cause it’ll be funny lol

I promise I’m not crazy I just really like neuroscience😭

I HAVE BRAINS IN JARS TOO YAY

Anyways I match you with...

Medic!!

This was a totally difficult decision to make (it wasn't) but I think I picked right! (I did)

How you meet: Work!! You somehow managed to worm your way into an apprenticeship with him. congrats! He's your problem now.

Dynamic tropes: Friends to lovers, evil scientist/ pre-med student just trying to get some work experience, overworked student/ overworked corporate slave, crazy in two different fonts, tired birb parents

Nicknames: Nurse, doc, birdy, Schnucki (sweetie), Schatz (treasure), Vogelchen (little bird)

Confession: This man is denser than my mom's pound cake, baby. You make the first, second, and third move only for him to respond in oddly vague and questionably platonic ways. He only gets it when you grab his face and kiss him for the first time. After that, expect a very nervous and flustered Medic.

At first he was a bit weary of you, but only because he's already so busy. What makes Mann Co think he has time to take in an apprentice, anyway? The unease doesn't last long, though. Especially once he starts learning about your interests! He's absolutely estatic to have someone around with a passion for neuroscience, and allows you to practice on parts he brings to the lab (as long as you leave the hearts and ask no questions).

He really does try to teach you something, but it only works about 60% of the time. The rest of your time together is spent discussing your shared interests. You tend to bring out the conversationalist in him, so expect a very talkative man when you're around. Despite your schedules, you'll both end up sitting in the lab and talking till the early hours of the morning.

Feelings don't start to develop until you show him the medical textbooks you've kept since you were little. The intense passion and bond you have that bloomed in early childhood resonates deeply with him, and he can't help but see you differently after that. Him finding your height and build cute definitely adds to it too. If he had his way, he'd pluck you from the ground and never put you down again. He unashamedly describes you as fun-sized and loves picking you up for hugs.

[blazevillains]

whales don’t have gills smh 🙄 (ghisis revenge for the cockatiel thing)

on US tumblr they say SKULL yourself

[fruitposting]

Hello here are my Official takes on the Jackass guys' fursonas...

Johnny: Cockatiel! I'll admit this is mostly because of his silver hair, really fits his playful personality though (also the furry version of the logo is a cat skull with ears, though I love @playgirlpontius's version).

Steve-o: Hyena, there's just no other way to go, except maybe some kind of monkey but hyena is the best fit.

Chris: Golden retriever, mostly inspired by someone (I forgot who) calling Pontius their golden retriever boyfriend.

Bam: Ferret, as suggested by @tabiswife

Ehren: I'm unsure yet though I really liked Parrot as @lovey-bubby-cutie, I think it would definitely fit his vibe.

Dave: Hare... at first I thought he should be a bunny but after looking at pics of him and his crazy eyes I thought "well, he could be like a rabbit but more fucked up" and it fits him incredibly well.

Ryan: I'm really thinking a goat would fit, specially because of his beard and big build, maybe an Irish goat. Alternatively a shark, I hadn't noticed how many water stunts he does until @playgirlpontius pointed it out.

Preston: I don't really know yet, I'm still thinking about it...

Wee Man: A hamster definitely, my boyfriend suggested an animal with a butt so naturally I thought of this, plus it would make sense for him to be the smallest animal out of all of them.

As you can see most of these are WIPs but expect them eventually on @tofueus. Suggestions for Preston are more than welcome. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk ❤

[skull-hoarder]

hi! i just followed you so i aplogize if this is a question you get a lot. but i have had a cockatiel sized bird in my freezer for about a year now and i want to preserve the feathers and the bones (separately of course) but i have zero clue how to do any of that, do you have any advice or ressources you could point me towards? i dont want to mess it up because theres a 0% chance i'll get with this kind of bird ever again

Of course

Look, what I do is pluck the bird in sections and keep the feathers in order in resealable bags

With the wings you may have problems since the primary feathers, primary coverts and the alula are usually very tightly attached to the skin and the bone, of course this varies depending on the species, however for that case use an old scalpel and push/cut the upper skin back sliding it over the feather calamus, then look for two tendons attached to the sides and peel them off with the blade, then lift the calamus of the feather very close to the base and it should come unstuck, then just pull it, repeat on all the feathers too hard to pluck

The body would advise skinning, eviscerating, removing large muscles and macerating, unless you want to articulate as in that case I would recommend getting dermestid beetles, in which case I would also advise drying the carcass for a couple of days with some air current to prevent rotting while the bugs feed

If you are going to macerate here are a couple of articles that helped me a lot in my beginnings

https://www.oddarticulations.com/maceration101/

https://skullsite.com/skull-cleaning-tutorial/

(That last one is special for birds, also in the first link are attached articles for degreasing and whitening)

Btw, I would also highly recommend macerate the head and feet separately to make it easier to remove the beak sheath and claws after a few days, then you can send me a message and I'll explain better how I can preserve and polish them until the skeleton finishes the cleaning process

Likewise, any other question about that you can send it to me and I will gladly answer it, good luck!

[defiantbird]

Please draw and post a picture of a bird doing something.

Here is a very long cockatiel sitting on a skull.

...

I am not an artist.

[reubarb]

Something I’ve noticed since I’ve read a article about it (I can link it if needed, it’s a PDF and I’m not too familiar with tumblr but it should be easy to find?) is that gang-gang cockatoos and cockatiels look pretty similar. 

(These images are not mine, they can be found easily through google search in images.)

See? They both have similar facial (or skull) structures, both have gender differences between males and females (both the females of these species are more grey than their more vibrant counterparts), both have crests and both are within the Cacatuidae family. 

The article that I’d read claimed that the Callocephalon family in the Cockatoo family is more closely linked to cockatiels and honestly, I can see it. Although, the cockatiel and gang-gang cockatoos natural areas aren’t very close to eachother (the cockatiel isn’t in the lower parts of Victoria, sadly.)

Perhaps this could be some sort of offshoot? Although as of now I’ve seen nobody else make this claim (aside from this article that I cannot verify) and I do wonder if it’s truthful or not.

[skulllesbian]

co.ckatiel skull & dry preserved baby ne.wt

[corvus-coraxs]

little cockatiel skull all done! 💛 what an impressive beak, I'd hate to get bitten by one of these 😬 there's a little notch in the beak of the lower jaw even that the hook presses into.

[slogbait]

finally made a good mold of some cockatiel eggs and picked up on making skull charms again. might narrowly miss the mark of easter but at least theyll be here for spring this year. rabbit skull preorder listing will be posted in a few days, blank cockatiel egg listing will be up when i figure out how i want to distribute them lol