- Delta - They/she/it - adult - on the internet, no one knows you're really a theropod - big fan of thunderstorms - a menagerie of beasts in one body - alligator and rat otherhearted -
Hello! I am Delta, the owner of this blog. (Pre-syscovery I/we were Corvus.)
I'm median. So basically there's more than one me? I guess? I thought they were just kintypes but no yeah there's three of me. Stardust is the Deinonychus, Comet is the dragon, and Sharpwhistle is the raven. If you need to refer to us as a whole just call us Corvus or Delta.
We also have a fictive of Susie from Deltarune, and three dæmons, Mozzarella (the Deltas' dæ) Caeruleus (collective dæ? I guess?), and Applesauce (Susie's dæ).
I/we? also have 3 hearttypes, alligator, rat, and Spinosauridae. Just all of them. Every spinosaurid.
I/we mostly just reblog things here (so far at least..) but I thought it would be nice to have a pinned post for once.
You can also find me/us at @shapeshifter-and-spinosaurus for dæmonism related posts (and whatever Mozzy & Cae want me to put there.)
(Tag directory is under the read more.)
TAG DIRECTORY
#delta squawks - Original posts. Formerly #corvus squawks
#✵- Stardust's posts. Either posts they made or posts they like. Mostly dromaeosaurids. Formerly #the raptor, old posts are still tagged as such.
#☄- Comet's posts. Same as above but dragon flavor. Formerly #the wyrm, old posts are still tagged as such.
#✧- Sharpwhistle's posts. Again, same as the last two. Expect to see so many raven pictures. Formerly #the bird, old posts are still tagged as such.
#⛈- Gender/weather tag. Yes precipitation is part of my gender don't worry about it. The best way i can think to sum it up is like.. Butch but in a male bird way. Also there's something going on with comets and lightning and other bright lights which is directly connected to the bird thing. Idk either man. Formerly either #☄️ or #⛈️.
#𓆣: Mozzarella's tag. Usually has: Any of his forms, beetles, the color green, sound effects, references to songs he likes, anything about being a shapeshifter.
#𓆝- Caeruleus's posts as well as the Delta's spinosaurid hearttype. It's a fish because Caeruleus loves fish. Formerly #🌊.
#𓆈: Similarly to some tags above, these are Susie's posts. Mostly fanart so far but there's also stuff about being fictionfolk and pictures of lizards here and there. And whatever else she wants there, of course.
#𓆌- Applesauce's posts as well as the Delta's alligator hearttype. I'm pretty sure the image here is a crocodile but it's close enough, Applesauce is usually a croc anyways. Formerly #🐊.
#❊- Goldenrod's tag. Probably going to be Oops All Coyotes but we'll see
#rat tag- The Delta's rat hearttype. It's rats. What were you expecting
#Horsey land- Horses. You thought i was going to pick a horse emoji? No. Wrong. This is a reference to something very specific so unless you're my brother you'll have no clue what this is referring to btw
#delta's doodles- My art. It's as shrimple as that
#waso mu- toki pona tag, used for anything toki pona related.
Since you've made it to the end of this long ass post, you should listen to this song. It's one of my favorites. Please
huge coming from the site who is so against black art that 'tumblr users are afraid of rap' has been a meme for the best part of a decade. You know that yall are 4channers with pronouns right?
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
going into the forest to play experimental industrial music at the lyrebirds so they learn how to make those sorts of noises and then showing the lyrebird noises to experimental industrial musicians so they learn how to mimic lyrebird mimicking them and then showing that to the lyrebirds and so on because well basically why not
i love posts that have a definitive line after which it's clear you can just go back to whatever it is you were doing. nothing intelligent will be said
Ozempic scares the shit out of me. You're telling me there's a drug that takes away both the craving side of hunger and targets the brain's rewards center for eating. You're telling me it takes the joy out of eating and it turns you into a skeleton. Why did we turn The Curse of the Black Pearl into a drug. What the fuck.
I actually want to thank the diabetics coming on this post like "actually it genuinely is a great treatment for diabetes and it hasn't affected my mood or my enjoyment of food. The real issue is it's getting abused as a weight loss drug which also makes it scarce and more expensive for those who can genuinely benefit from it." Kind of reminds me of the time my brother got permission from our family psychiatrist to try my ADHD medication and his reaction to it was "what the fuck are you on. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON. WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CRYING. YOU'RE ON THIS EVERY DAY!?!"
Body chemistry! It makes a big difference in how your body processes a drug! What can be genuinely helpful for some folks is The Curse of the Black Pearl for others!
So this one time I was in a hospital recovering from an emergency surgery on my leg, and had to be there long enough that they had to change my bedding, so, doped up on three kinds of pain meds and antibiotics my dad wheels me into the hallway while the nurses work.
"dad" I say, my eyes barely open "it's Colonel Sanders" while pointing down the hallway. He looks, and at the end of the hallway, there's a portrait of an old man, the donor who paid for the wing of the hospital I'm recovering in.
My dad explains as much to me, and goes "I mean the guy *kinda* looks like him, but why would Colonel Sanders pay for a hospital wing Mississauga Ontario? I think those drugs might me messing with you"
Then the nurse comes out of the room. I go "hey, who is that picture of?"
She looks at the portrait. She looks at me. She looks at my dad. She looks at the painting. She looks at me again.
hi transfems. love you. I hope everyone is kinder to you as time goes on. I hope people scrutinise you less. I hope people listen to you more. I hope people just let you live your lives. trust that I am by your side okauy? we're in this together. I won't ever forget it and I hope you won't either. everybody else I love you too. let's be there for each other.
It’s the last chapter of Runaway to the Stars. What could possibly go wrong?
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I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
