#chir/chirp

[starmaidengarden]

Hey so you know Floyd, Riddle, Jack howl and Epel got their own tsums. Their s/o has a weird calming affect on the tsum that was previously rolling around like crazy:, Floyd tsum squeezes his s/o arm and his s/o’s just like “boop -*pats it gently * awwe. Not too tight ok. You can sit here with me”. S/o peels it off their arm and sets it on their lap And the floyd tsum doesn’t know what to do with itself.?

— floyd: x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

The Lounge was anything but peaceful. Floyd's tsum zipped and bounced around like living marbles on the floor, particularly a certain Floyd tsum—a chaotic blur of soft fabric and unrestrained energy. Small and squishy, yes—but it rolled like a cannonball, bit like a plush piranha, and had a disturbingly strong grip for something made of cotton and pure chaos. It bounced off walls. It chewed on chair legs. It once got tangled in Jade’s shoelaces and refused to let go until it was bribed with a shrimp-shaped keychain.

It was, in every possible way, a tiny, adorable disaster. “Floyd, get it off the chandelier,” Azul hissed one morning as the tsum swung above the lounge in a victorious display of acrobatics. Floyd, sitting upside down on a couch with a lazy grin, only laughed. “He’s just havin’ fun~! Look at him go~!” Then you walked in. You had barely stepped into the room when the tsum, mid-swing, let out a high-pitched squeaky noise and launched itself off the chandelier like a fuzzy missile.

It clamped onto your arm like a baby squid, limbs locked tight, making a delighted little chirring sound as it clung. You blinked down at it, unbothered. “Well hello there, lil’ buddy.” The tsum gave you another affectionate death grip. “Too tight, now. Easy.” You gently patted its squishy plush head. “Boop. There we go. You can hang out, but let’s not cut off circulation, okay?” Carefully, you peeled the tsum off your arm like a stubborn sticker and set it in your lap.

It blinked up at you. Then it blinked again. And did nothing. No biting. No rolling. No screaming. Just… sat there. Motionless. It was as if the physical embodiment of Floyd’s chaotic spirit had been sedated by the simple power of gentle affection. You began stroking its head, and the tsum made a little purring sound—then slumped into your lap with a heavy plush sigh. Utterly content. Floyd watched the whole thing with a slow blink. “...You broke him,” he finally said, sounding both amused and mildly sad.

You. Sitting on the couch. Calm as ever. His tsum. Usually a squeaking blur… now peacefully curled up in your lap, squished into your hoodie like a sleepy gremlin. “…Whatcha do to him?” Floyd tilted his head. “He ain’t even bitin’ no one.” “I just gave him a pat,” you said with a smile. “He got all cuddly after that.”

The tsum gave a sleepy chirp of agreement. Floyd blinked. Then burst out laughing. “AHAHA—wow~ Even mini-me likes you more than me now?” resting his head against your shoulder. The tsum immediately gave a grumpy squeak and attempted to shove him off with its stubby body. Floyd smirked down at his own tsum. “You little copycat, stealing my Shrimpy.” The tsum squeaked again, curling tighter into your lap. It was now full-on glaring at Floyd, which only made him cackle louder. “Jealous of me?” he teased. “I am you, y’know!”

Floyd grinned, sharp teeth flashing. “Tch. Don’t let him fool ya~ I can be squishier. Wanna see?” Before you could respond, Floyd had wrapped himself around you like a lanky human blanket, arms draped over your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. The tsum let out a squeaky protest, trying to reclaim its place.“Too late,” Floyd murmured, smirking against your hair. “I called dibs first.”

[2-dsimp]

Snippets on more cuckoo bird egg trauma but darling literally never leaves it unattended

And boom plot twist it's not from the cuckoo avians

Yandere Harpy x harpy darling

Tw: fem reader, heavy angst, gaslighting, manipulation, coercion, betrayal, emotional abuse, sabotage, mentions of miscarriage

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“Sweetheart? What is that doing in our nest?” Lynx asked, neck craning seeing you huddled over an egg. You perked up hearing your mates voice, then both of you had been trying for a clutch. But there was no luck so you happened to be acting as a foster mother for an hatchling that was recently abandoned.

“Ah the parents seemed to have left this poor baby behind. So I decided to raise it as one of our own.” You cooed, nuzzling at the little fuzzy avian babe. You were proud to showcase the baby to your mate.

“We can finally have that family we’ve always wanted, aren’t you happy?” You chirred, Hopes high in believing that the both of you would go on to raise the abandoned avian together.

“As our own…? Huh. Yeah I’m totally stoked love. This little one’s gonna be a hoot to raise ahahah.” Though his voice was humorous, you missed the dark expression on your mates face. His feathers bristled as he looked down at the hatchling with silent scorn. He couldn’t let his animosity show, not yet. The harpy knew you needed a bit of healing from failed baby making attempts. So he bid his time letting you live out your fantasy.

For a short while it was smooth sailing, from your perspective Lynx seemed happy to interact with the hatchling. Taking on the role of it’s father, the sight of them bonding gave you joy. Filling the emptiness in your heart of not being able to bare y’all’s own clutch.

But alas this temporary happiness wasn’t meant to last. One night you were awoken by the beating of wings and the shaking of your shoulders. The hatchling in your arms was squirming letting out soft chirps of protest as if its peace was being threatened. Your eyes snapped open in alarm.

“Muse~ guess what? I found the little ones parents~!” Your heart dropped, feathers ruffling as you let out a small caw of disbelief. “What? What are you talking about?” Not trusting your own hearing. It couldn’t be true, it’d make no sense.

“Baby It took a couple days but I’ve managed to track em down. Being a celebrity does come with good connections am I right?” Lynx chimed cheekily, his wings happily fluttering directing your face to look at your baby. Fraternizing with their biological parents. The parents you had believed, no desperately wished were out of the picture.

“Lynx this is some cruel joke! Why have you gone out of your way to do something so, so unnecessary!” You cried, he knew, he knew how much you needed this. The peace only a family could bring. After mourning the loss of your former chicks that never came to be. That child you took underneath your wing was to be your pride and joy. “You didn’t see what I saw! They were abandoned! Unwanted! We—”

“You thought they were abandoned, but we both know that’s just not true baby.” He cut you off with a sickeningly sweet coo. His talons tethered you down in place. His clawed hands squishing your cheeks forcing you to watch the tear jerking reunion. “See? The little one was separated from its parents not abandoned!”

“No, no Lynx that’s our baby, I found em, we were happy raising them together. You made a mistake. It can’t be their real parents—“ You uttered, eyes welling up with tears not wishing to see anymore. Your mate’s wings enshrouded you both in a tight hug. His voice ringing in your ears, entirely dismissive. “Listen, honey you made an honest mistake. But it’s okay!”

“It’s not okay—“ Lynx shushed you, with a finger to your lips. As he continued to prattle off, in an upbeat chirp ignoring your weak protest. “Yknow, after I reached out to them, they thanked us both nonstop for temporarily taking care of their hatchling” He emphasized the word temporary, wanting you to understand that lil ball of fluff didn’t belong to you. That it never did have a place within y’all’s nest. As he’d never accept any hatchling that didn’t come from y’all’s sacred union.

“The mister and missus gave us some nesting gifts! Some freshly gathered fertility herbs to get our own clutch going. Aren’t they so nice?” His words amplified by the happy trilling of the chick’s parents becoming reacquainted with their long lost hatchling. It was a genuine show of belonging which shattered your delusions.

“Oh darling, don’t be sad, soon enough we’ll have our own clutch. Tonight I’ve got a good feeling you’re gonna take. Now cmon let’s show our guests out. We’ll put those fertility herbs to use once they’re gone mkay?”

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Little did you know those harpies were paid actors, right after they left from y’all’s nested home. Lynx, sneakily wired cash into the “parents” bank accounts as they flew away with the confused avian chick in their arms. Where it was dropped off at an orphanage, forever lost to the system. You couldn’t hear its cries for you, the sad chirps yearning for you to come back. To embrace them within your warmth. The baby was always calling out for you, their mama.

[lexirosewrites]

for Slick Sunday have this idea I've had floating around for a Pirate Au where Eddie's small ramshackle crew gets folded into the crew sailing under the fearsome pirate Captain Hopper and the pod of merpeople that lurks beneath his ships. 

 It’s a large pod and a wild group too. In battle the mer thrash enemy ships, they're feral enough to flood the ship's hulls and drag themselves onto the decks.

One day Eddie even sees a particularly powerful and beautiful creature that’s gorging himself on the fallen corpse of a naval officer and he’s so amazed that he drops his cutlass and just stares at the creature in the midst of battle.

It takes a while before Eddie is just as ferocious and deadly as the rest of Hopper’s crew, but when he does, he finally catches Steve’s eye.

Steve starts fluttering his fins seductively and trying to lure Eddie to the water. It’s FINE Steve will let him live, Hopper is free to swim with the pod’s leader Joyce whenever he wants! its basically the same thing!

Meanwhile the longer Eddie and his old crew stay on, the more they realize something is off. Many of Hopper's crew seem able to see in the dark and on hot days when they forgo their shirts several men, including hopper himself, seem to have gills carved between their ribs.

other questions nag at him too; what’s up with the captain’s children? Why does his daughter seem able to stir the waves and wind? Why does her twin brother seem to sense danger and harsh weather? and what’s with the freaky chirps and chirring that rise from the bowels of the ravaged ships they leave adrift at sea? 

The alpha is spooked beyond belief, but he knows that if he leaves, he will never again see the omega of his dreams. So he stays because Steve is definitely worth potentially getting eaten by sea monsters. He's even willing to face Hopper's rage when he realizes Eddie is attempting to court his eldest son.

oooooh i want to know eveything about this AU!

[wingsofthesun]

Listen. What if Garrus made little chirring and chirping noises and Shepard just repeated them back to him as best she could, and without understanding it, she's basically saying "I love you" back to him

Garrus just gets all wide eyed and he needs to hold himself back from squeezing Shepard into a hug. Finally, he gets what she meant by "cuteness aggression"

His mandibles are flaring so wide too

Also, way louder chirring and chirping. Which Shepard repeats back to him, obviously

Oh, this is absolutely adorable!

I have been thinking that some turian subvocals are loud enough to be heard by most species even if they haven't had their hearing enhanced (such as keening, loud due to a parent needing to hear their child clearly, and growling in anger or warning, which... might not have helped first contact now that I think about it), but I haven't thought love or affection would be one of them!

Shepard would definitely not realize what it is, just like humans meow back to a cat without knowing what they're saying, other than the fact that Garrus really likes it. She and Garrus starting this cycle would be obnoxious to anyone that actually understands subvocals though! I feel like Shepard would find out from, say, Solana asking them to shut up for five minutes or something x)

[undiscovered-horizon]

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[Just a sunny afternoon with bear Halsin. What more can a heart desire?]

Halsin claims that sleeping in his bear form provides better rest. Whether that is true or not, you have no way to know. But no matter what the truth is, the druid comes out the winner anyway: he's lightly napping, drifting in and out of slumber, while you're leaning against him.

For the past week, it's been raining on and off. Cold wind nipped at your skin, even sneaking its way into your tent and making sure you shuddered uncomfortably for an hour or two before finally falling asleep. Nighttime storms left you carrying drenched clothes for long hours.

But today, the weather is exceptionally nice. Warm sunlight is peeking through the crowns of the tall trees. Wind, much gentler than for the past few days, is only strong enough to make long blades of grass sway from side to side. Even birds seem to enjoy the change - their melodic songs are carried by the forest's echo.

Halsin and you have decided to spend your day off from travelling in a small gathering. Although your companions-turned-friends are a delightful bunch, the rather crowded camp doesn't allow much liberty in terms of intimacy. Not to mention the sheer noise of so many people going about their day, cramped in one place...

The woods are as silent as nature can be - filled with rustling, birdsong, chirping and chirring. It's the whispering of nature, Silvanus himself enjoying the chatter of his creations. On days as pleasant as today, it wouldn't be too far-fetched to think that he's wandering among the trees, checking in on things, so to speak.

Your back is leaning against Halsin's massive bear frame. With each of his sleepy, shallow breaths, your entire body is moving along them. Every now and then, he lets out a snore and you can't help the loving smile curling your lips. When was the last time he was allowed so much peace?

Dry paper rustles as you turn over the page. Your voice resounds in this part of the woods as you continue reading aloud the book you found just a few days ago. It's a typical, run-of-the-mill court drama but written well enough to have you thinking about something other than the rather unwelcome guest squirming inside your skull.

But the tale of prudish ladies and cunning servants is suddenly brought to a halt as you yawn and stretch your arms. It's been at least an hour or two since Halsin and you have sat down.

The bear underneath you opens one of his eyes curiously. His careful gaze studies your visibly tired face.

"Lay with me, my heart," he says in a groggy voice. There is nothing pressuring about his tone but you feel so enticed to fulfil his words that you don't have the mind to argue against.

Soon you find yourself lying on the ground, cuddled into the side of a bear. Which, by itself, sounds quite funny. And you do chuckle quietly but not because you find the situation humours - no, it's the all-consuming cosiness that makes you uncharacteristically giddy. His fur is thick and soft, as though a moment of distraction could cause you to fall into him.

Halsin, consciously or not, shift his bear body to engulf you a little more. Although a frame of that size is awkward to manoeuvre, he tries to fit his body around your curled-up physique. If it wasn't for the absolutely crushing weight of his wildshape form, Halsin would probably lay himself on top of you to satiate his desire to take care of you.

For the first time in long weeks, snuggled up to a snoring bear, you feel content and safe.

___

I have thought about having a nap with bear Halsin like two weeks ago and that thought has not left ever since. Actually, I think it's already built a house in my head.

[majesticallyunmagestic]

YIPPIE!!!!

I just saw your bg can I run into the forest to be a whimsical creature too 🙏/lh

yes ^^ come on pookie (/p) we can forage for mushrooms and do vocals together >:3

[sunstone-smiles]

Flying Types Lift the Spirits

Original request: "For tickletober this year, could i suggest lee!larry for day 25 (new discovery?) and for the scenario perchance he’s feeling stressed from work, and at home one evening his pokemon try to comfort him, so one of them nuzzles him or something and he reacts weird and they realize he’s ticklish and use that to cheer him up?"

Author’s note: Larryyyyy! I still have fun saying his name like that every time, Lol. Here’s Day 25 of Tickletober: “New Discovery” from August’s Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Larry, Staraptor, Altaria, Oricorio, Tropius, Flamigo 

Word count: 1,156

Summary: Larry is feeling a little stressed from work, so his team of flying type pokemon take it upon themselves to lift up Larry’s spirits with a newfound method thanks to Staraptor’s discovery.

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All Larry wants to do is to sit down and rest, but it’s hard to do that when his chest is aching and his mind is filled with scenarios of the near future—tomorrow to be precise. His boss requested… No, more so told Larry that he was scheduled for a meeting in the morning, three Elite Four battles, and two gym battles; all to be done back-to-back.

He can do it, but it’s going to be tight. Any slip up, any delay, and he could be a minute late to any of his appointments. And if he’s late, he could get an earful from the boss, or worse—a penalty to his paycheck.

He pauses his TV show and places the remote by his side, next to Tropius’s head that’s curled up and sleeping behind him like a pillow. Larry’s too distracted to even pay attention to the program. He wipes a hand across his tired face. One of his other Pokemon by his side takes notice; Staraptor tilts his head from his perch on the back of the sofa. 

“Chir…?” the large bird quietly chirps.

Larry turns to look at him. “Oh, it’s fine. Staraptor. I’m fine. Everything’s… normal,” he moves his gaze away from the bird’s.

Staraptor ruffles his feathers like he was huffing. Being a pokemon that’s on Larry’s normal type and flying type teams, Staraptor has spent the most time with him. He easily knows when Larry’s not telling the truth.

Larry lets out a soft chuckle. “Okay, you got me,” he admits. He pauses before speaking again, figuring out what to say. “I'm just thinking about a lot of things. A little stress, that’s all.”

The brief conversation between Larry and Staraptor has slowly roused the rest of his flying type party from their slumber. Altara is perched on the back cushions with Staraptor, Flamigo is standing near the arm of the couch, and Oricorio is cuddled up on the cushions by Larry’s side opposite of where Tropius is lifting his sleepy head.

“It seems like everyone heard that. Sorry for waking you all.” Larry pats Oricorio and Tropius’s heads. “It’s alright. I just have to keep telling myself that.”

Tropius lets out a soft rumble like a purr; Oricorio lets out a quiet chirp. To comfort him, Tropius nuzzles his head into Larry’s side.

Staraptor, Flamingo, and Altaria turn to one another with a worried gaze. Altaria also has a concerned look in her eyes, like a mother wanting to care for their child. The three bird pokemon silently communicate to each other: There must be a way to help.

Suddenly, Larry abruptly shifts in his spot with a quiet huff releasing at the same time.

“Tropius,” Larry says. There’s remnants of a slight chuckle in his voice. Tropius tilts his head.

Staraptor, Altaria, and Flamigo glance at one another again, this time confused. That was strange. What made Larry jolt like that?

Seeing Tropius try to help, the electric bird chirps and energetically cuddles up to Larry’s side. The dual-type trainer flinches away. 

“Oricorio,” a similar hint of a chuckle is a bit louder the second time. The little cheerleader bird pulls away. She leans her head to the side.

A sudden realization hits Staraptor. His trainer didn’t just chuckle, he laughed. It was quiet, but a laugh nonetheless. There’s only one thing Staraptor knows that would cause a jumpy, laughter-producing reaction like that.

Staraptor informs the other flying types of their new discovery—which to Larry sounds like a bunch of chirps, squeaks, and squawks.

Larry’s brow lifts in confusion as he watches them all converse. Once their chirps and chatters die down, there’s an unsettling sense of mischief in the air. Although most of the party are flying type Pokemon, there’s one normal type move that they know of that will be super effective against their trainer: Tickle.

Tropius wraps his long neck around Larry’s torso, like the safety bar of a roller coaster ride. 

“Tropius? What are you–?”

Staraptor flaps his wings and squawks. With the signal, the rest of the flying types attack.

Tropius nuzzles his head into Larry’s ribs; Oricorio hops to the opposite side and flutters her feathered pom-poms into his tummy. Staraptor and Altaria lean down their heads and cuddle up against his neck. Flamigo assists Oricorio by using his beak to nuzzle into Larry’s side.

“Wha-ha! Hehehehey!” is all Larry is able to manage before giggles overrun his words and his body surges with tickly energy from all of his pokemon. He curls in on himself, scrunching his shoulders to his neck and squeezing his arms to his sides. His pokemon easily slip through his defenses though, gently scratching and scribbling into the spots that are getting giggly reactions from their trainer. After all, the move Tickle does lower defense.

“Hehehe! Is thihihihis what all of the chirping wahahas abohohout?” Larry tries to look at his pokemon while he wiggles in his spot, arms wrapped around his giggling chest. Another effective scribble from Flamigo to Larry’s side causes him to twist towards Altaria. With half of his back now facing Staraptor, the large bird takes the opportunity to nuzzle his beak into the back of Larry’s ribs. 

“Aha!” the trainer jolts with an exclamation of more giggles and turns to gently push Staraptor’s feathery head away with the palm of his hand. “Staraptohohor! Thihihis is your dohohoing, isn’t it?”

“Chirrr!” Staraptor chirps. Guilty as charged. 

“I shohohould have knohohown!” Larry laughs before he suddenly yelps and drops his hands to wrap around himself again when Oricorio flutters her wings near his side while still also at tummy. He kicks out his legs and leans back into the cushions as laughter consumes his entire form; invisible weights that were pressing into his chest appear to lift from the bubbly giggles billowing from his person. 

Larry calls out to his flock of pokemon, “Ohohokay, everyone! I’ve gohohohot the message! Nohoho more tickles! Plehehehease!”

Listening to their trainer, all the pokemon immediately stop. His giggles carry over as the trainer is given a moment to breathe. 

After a moment, his laughter begins to subside and his breathing steadies. Staraptor kneels his head to Larry’s shoulder and nudges him. The large bird looks at Larry with big, sincere eyes.

Larry scratches the side of Staraptor’s head to reassure him. “No, I’m not mad at you. I appreciate you all for looking out for me.”

The rest of his pokemon chirp and cuddle up beside him. A soft smile remains on his features. Larry drapes his arms around the creatures in a hug.

No matter how tough some days might be, he forgets that doesn’t have to tackle them alone. He has his pokemon by his side, and company like that, who cares enough to carry some of the burden, makes it better.

“We’ll get through tomorrow,” he says to them, thinking of optimism. “I know we will.”

[awoonon]

⁺₊⋆ of birds and alchemy ⋆⁺₊

summary: anaxa discovers the reason why his newest student struggles in his classes and does not turn in assignments

characters: 🌱 (Anaxa), 🌑 (Eurus), ☀️ (Phainon mentioned)

There was a boy in the Grove of Epiphany.

No, more specifically, there was a Keres. While Anaxa did not share the preposterous beliefs of the other scholars, he did hold a mild curiosity about his own existence. Until now, he had never had the opportunity to meet a Keres personally. They were elusive beings, reduced to near extinction after a mass hysteria-driven witch hunt following the occurrence of the Black Tide.

This boy, in particular, was just that. A boy like any other. He was small and always lingered around the white-haired boy who loved disrupting Anaxa’s lectures. As far as Anaxa was aware, the Keres could communicate just like any, but this boy did not. He refrained from speaking entirely, allowing his companion to speak for him instead and communicating solely through noises birds would often converse through. How fascinating.

A form of selective mutism, then. One that possibly stemmed from the trauma he experienced at a young age. But that is as far as Anaxa’s interest went. Rather, there was a bigger problem at hand.

“Since enrolling in the Grove, you have not once completed an assignment I have given you,” Anaxa told the nervous boy standing in front of him. It took a great deal of patience to separate him from his companion who, at this very second, was causing quite the annoyance by pacing outside his classroom. The boy, Eurus, if he recalled correctly, remained stationary, gaze fixated on the ground, and hands clasped against his midsection. “You always appear interested in the topics at hand, yet refrain from discussions and have not passed a single exam. At this rate, you will be expelled and sent back to Okhema.”

His shoulders stiffened. For a moment, it seemed as if the boy was going to cry. Great. Anaxa exhaled heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “If you-”

“...can’t…” The voice was barely a whisper that Anaxa nearly missed it entirely. He paused. “...can’t…read…or w-write…”

“...are you telling me you were enrolled in the Grove without the knowledge to read or write prior?” He concluded slowly. Eurus nodded, jerky and swift. “Of course, she would not check this beforehand. I doubt she would even care about such a trivial matter. And what of your companion? That boy you always trail after like a lost puppy? Does he know this?” A quick shake of the head. Just absolutely wonderful.

This certainly left him with a conundrum. Under normal circumstances, Anaxa would have just passed the boy off to the care of some other scholar. But this was not just a normal boy. This was a Keres, and while those found within the Grove of Epiphany were more open-minded, not everyone was exempt from deep-seated prejudice. “...very well. You leave me with no choice.” Anaxa stepped past the boy and fought back the urge to sigh again when he heard a soft sniffle. “Cease your crying and come here.”

Claws gently tapped against the ground. When he turned, it was to find Eurus standing a few feet away, head still bowed, small hands clutching at the fabric of his robes.

“Hands out.”

A surprise chirp when a thick book was deposited into his hands. When he looked up, Anaxa got a good, proper look at his face. Those round, wet eyes, so innocent and carrying a childlike wonder that many lost growing up. Something about the sight tugged at his chest. 

How insignificant.

“Starting from today, you will arrive here after your classes, and I will teach you to read. Your homework will be to copy writing the letters you find within that book. By the end of the month, I will give you an exam to test how much you have learned. If you pass, then I will allow you to stay in my class. Is this understood?” Anaxa watched as, with each word, the boy’s eyes widened. At the end, he rapidly nodded and let out a series of chirps.

“...y-yes…yes…p-professor A-Ana…Anaxag-go-gor-” his brows furrowed. “Gora-as..?”

“...continue practicing.” He settled on rather than snapping as he normally would have. “Now, off with you. And tell your companion to stop with his infernal stomping.”

With another rapid nod, Eurus hugged the book tight and raced for the door. But upon reaching it, he only turned, smiling at Anaxa. No words were spoken, yet Anaxa could see the gratitude and the relief in his eyes.

And, it turns out, the boy was far more intelligent than Anaxa originally guessed. By two weeks, he was writing full sentences and reading short stories that most young children would find too difficult. He was a sponge, soaking up all knowledge Anaxa provided without ever growing too tired, listening with an earnest gaze that pleaded for more.

At the end of the month, Eurus passed his exam. When he returned the paper and received the passing grade, the smile on his face was blinding. Anaxa couldn’t help but reach out, briefly patting the top of his head. It was an unconscious decision. One he immediately regretted as he snapped back to himself and retracted his hand.

“Do not think you are off the hook. I will resume assigning you homework just as I would the rest, and I expect to receive it on time.” Anaxa said, turning before he could take in Eurus’s reaction to the sudden touch.

But, from that day forward, Eurus never failed to turn in another assignment.

And Anaxa never regretted the choice he made by helping the boy.

[discardead]

···　✧✦✧　···　Spring themed NPUT

Requested by anonymous!

March. April. May. Spring. Sun. Sunny. Soleil. Sol. Poppy. Magnolia. Amaryllis. Bloom. Ameyalli. Aviv. Aviva. Chloé. Clover. Lily. Aspen. Dahlia. Verna. Vernon. Roswell. Pınar. Maayan. Iris. Rose. Florence. Linnea. Primrose. Hyacinth. Vera. Lilac. Maryann. Azalea. Isla. Maeve. Fleur. Flora. Pranvera. Esmeralda. Esme. Rain. Raine. Rayne. Reignbow. Blossom. Marceline. Marcella. Cedar. Thyme. Meadow. Fawn. Bambi. Oliver. Olive. Cypress. Hazel. Ivy. Fern. Moss. Blossom. Haru 春 . Haruka 春香 . Masaharu 正春 . Koharu 小春 . Chiharu 千春 . Xuân 春 … and any other flower names.

Some names may or may not be from closed cultures, please do your own research!

spri/spring. su/sun. sun/ny. fle/fleur. flo/flower. flo/wer. blo/bloom. blos/som. pet/petal. pop/poppy. ro/rose. li/lac. hya/hyac. mar/march. blo/bloom. bud/buds. le/leaf. ve/ver. ver/vern. rai/rain. chi/chirp. chi/chir. spro/sprout. beau/beaus. fe/fer. fer/fern.

springthyme. springborn. springborn[noun]. springchilde. springszn. spreason. springson. sonofspring. daughterofspring. childofspring. springfie. sspringday. springsie. firstbrnspring. springflwr. springyr. blossomiing. bloomingful. blossming. blssmbf. blssmgf. flwrden. flowerden. flowerfull. flowerfilled. flwrfilled. flowerssm. flwrossom. flowerield. flwrfields. springfields.

The [noun] of Spring. The Spring-born [noun]. Prn* of the Spring. [noun] born in Spring. Prn* who Bloomed. The Blooming / Blossoming [noun]. [noun] in the Blooming Fields. Prn* as Fragrant as Flowers. Prn* time to Blossom / Bloom. Prn* who Blooms in Spring. The [noun] in Spring. Prn* who Bloomed like Flowers. This Flowery [noun].

[genius-in-training]

*Flapjack headed to yi, noting the bird on the chir before gently nuzzling onto yi, cooing*

'Hello yi'

@npcs-for-you

Yi smiles softly, chirping happily.

"Hey Flapjack. It's good to see you."

[worldclassmenageriie]

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@6em4k

The dark-furred little puffball peeked open a golden eye, sticking their tongue out slightly with a squeaky chirp. Little fingers reached for his arm when their head was pet with clumsy wobbliness and curiosity.

Their mama chirred proudly. She /did/ do a good job baking her first baby! And she made a very cute baby. She nodded to Macaque, silently asking if he wanted to hold the little one.

[box-architecture]

The bedroom door opened with a loud thud.

"Get up" Punz said bluntly.

The massive pile of blankets and sheets that made up the master bed didn't move. Sam couldn't find the energy. He wasn't sure he wanted to, anyway.

"Sam," Punz said, and pulled the blankets off his face in one sharp tug. Sam winced, but the room was dark, save for a few lit candles. Still, he didn't move.

"Don't make me carry you." Punz sighed. Sam gave a grumbling chirp and dragged himself to the floor, taking the majority of the blankets with him in his efforts. The open air made him shiver, and every movement sent his nerves alight with remnants of pain, not as bad as it had been a few hours before, but enough to make him whimper.

"Here," gentle hands untangled him from the sheets, save for a single one, which was draped over his figure. "Let's go to the bath. I'll draw you some warm water and get some fresh sheets. You've soaked these through, Sam."

Sam let himself be led onto warm tiles and into the tub. Punz fiddled with the knobs until the water came out warm, then papped Sam's cheek.

"I'm going to go clean up, then I'll join you, okay?" He murmured. Sam whined and leaned into the hand even as it slipped away, chasing its affection. Punz left the room, leaving Sam with only the sound of the running water.

Eventually it was deep enough for Sam to shut off. He sunk until the water was up to his nose, basking in the all consuming warmth that tended to his aching bones. Being warm was good. He liked being warm. He let his foggy mind empty of all thought, just for a moment.

"Hey."

Sam's eyes opened slightly (when had he closed them?) and spotted Punz at the edge of the tub. They stripped, tossed their clothes carelessly to the side, and waded and sat down. Wordlessly, they opened their arms.

All aches and pains were ignored in Sam's eagerness to take their offer. Punz gave the best hugs, the kind that made you feel compressed and grounded after days of floating in the air. Sam practically launched himself through the water, he swam until he collapsed on top of Punz with a small oof.

"Hi, Big Guy" Punz smiled at him, a bit teasing, but real, and Sam chirred in response. He loved it when Punz smiled at him. He loved his Punz.

Punz hummed and grabbed a bottle of shampoo to begin scrubbing at the mess that was Sam's hair. Sam didn't make it easy, he wanted to cling to Punz and bury his face in their neck, which meant they had to angle it weirdly, but for once they didn't complain, instead taking the time to be as thorough as possible. It was nice. It was incredibly nice. Punz's fingers felt good on his scalp.

When Punz was satisfied, they grabbed a cup off the shelf and filled it with water. They dumped it carefully over his head to wash the soap out, not letting a single drop spill into his face (not getting water on the face was an important technique, but Sam's foggy mind couldn't quite recall why.)

"There we go," Punz sounded satisfied. "Hairs done."

Yes it was, Sam agreed sleepily. It was all done. Now it was out of the bath time-

A soapy hand began to scrub at his pelt. No, that was wrong. Not that he didn't like the feeling of Punz's hands there but. That wasn't Punz's job. Punz didn't scrub his flank, Dream did.

He shuffled, discontented. Where was Dream? Why wasn't Dream in the tub? Dream was supposed to scrub him there and scold Sam for being dirty and never get his face wet, ever-

Sam made a low, wounded noise. Punz paused.

"Sam?"

Tears forced their way out of his eyes, falling down the slope of his nose and dripping on Punz's neck. He knew why Dream wasn't here.

Punz startled as the first sob escaped Sam's throat. It was was ugly, choked thing, mangled in an attempt to keep it inside. It was quickly followed by more, equally as hideous, but louder. He could feel their grip tighten, hear the panic in their voice as they asked what was wrong, but he couldn't, he couldn't, they'd hate him, but he was sorry.

The story came out between sobs and wails. Dream had just been trying to help, Punz had been gone and Sam was sick and everything hurt, and Sam hated it. He hated the pain, it was bad and wrong and all sorts of terrible, and Dream had tried to make it better, but Sam had been Mad and he lashed out and growled and said mean things that caused Dream to throw himself back, looking fearful and hurt. He saw, he saw the way he looked, like he had ripped his heart to pieces, even if Dream covered it up with a steely look. He told Sam to call him if he needed anything, then he left Sam alone. And when Sam stopped being so angry at the pain the devastation hit, the realization that he had ruined everything forever and ever. Dream left because Sam had been Bad and he wasn't coming back and would never let Sam box him again, and Punz would hate him and never hug him or call him a Good Boy ever again. He had ruined everything. Ruined. Awful. Destroyed. His body hurt and his head hurt and everything was going to always be bad-

Sam hadn't heard Punz calling his name, but he did feel the way they shook him, the cold water splashed lightly on his back as the facet was turned on. He yelped, scooting away from the cold and back into Punz's arms.

"Okay. There we go. You back with me?" Punz asked. They turned the tap off and wiped Sam's cheek with the pad of their thumb. He nodded mutely.

"Good." They knocked their foreheads together. They were being so gentle. "Now, first of all: I already know about the thing with Dream. He called me and asked me to come back so I could check on you."

Sam shrunk a little, but Punz refused to let him escape their arms.

"I'm not mad. You shouldn't have yelled at Dream; that was wrong. But you know that, and you're not well right now, and you can apologize once you are well. He understands why you were upset, and so do I."

Punz huffed. "If he didn't leave you over all the stuff he should have left you over, he isn't going to leave you over this. He just went out to get dinner; he'll be back tonight."

Sam tried very hard to process all of this. He was so exhausted, from the crying, and from being sick, but Punz said Dream would come back, and Punz always told him the truth, no matter how brutal. So it was okay. Things would be okay. Nothing was ruined.

He was having trouble keeping his head up.. Punz pressed their lips together. "Here, let's get out of the bath now."

He helped Sam ease his way out, toweling off and turning on the full body fan for Sam's pelt. Sam tried not to lean too heavily on them as they led him back into the bedroom. He sat patiently on the floor and watched Punz add new bedding and pillows to the mattress, and when they coaxed him up, he went without fuss, letting Punz tuck him up like a burrito. He only protested when they attempted to leave.

"Stay?" He begged, and they paused, before coming back. The mattress bounced as they sat down and scooted up next to him. They wiggled inside the burrito and pressed themselves against him.

"It's going to be okay, Sam" they said quietly. Soothing circles were being rubbed down his back. "You're still my good boy."

He gave a high pitched warble and extended all his limbs until Punz was thoroughly hugged. He was Punz's good boy.

-

It was late, and Sam had been very deep asleep. A creak of the door had Sam on the edge of awareness, and when footsteps came close to the bed, Sam growled and pulled the body in his arms close. If the intruder was a Threat, it would not get his Partner.

The intruder sat on the mattress. Sam's growls increased when a hand touched the blanket burrito, but a soft, familiar laugh broke the tension, and Sam stopped growling to scent the air.

Forest. Rainwater. Dream.

Immediately he broke out into delighted chirps. Partner! Partner was here. Now he had both partners and they were safe inside the box.

"Hi, Sam" Dream said, and even if it was dark, Sam knew he was smiling. "Are you feeling better?"

Sam purred loudly. He was much better now that his partners were here.

"I'm glad. I stored some food for you to eat later, and I'm going to set a water bottle right here. Make sure to drink it."

He got off the mattress, and instantly Sam whined. Dream shouldn't leave. He should come into the blanket burrito with Punz so Sam could have them both.

"You're still sick, Sam. Punz shouldn't even be in there with you."

Sam warbled a protest. Dream sighed, and sat back down to hug the burrito.

"I'll cuddle with you after you stop being sick, I promise."

He didn't like that, but he knew that was the best he was going to get. He nuzzled Punz, which made him feel a little better.

"I love you, Sammy," Dream squeezed the burrito and got up. "And if you're awake enough to hear, I love you Punz."

Punz gave a muffled mrph.

[wingsofthesun]

Garrus: Chirring

Shepard: Chirring back at him

Solena: Oh my god they're so cringe

Garrus: Chirp

Shepard: Chirps back

Solena: Someone make them stop

If Garrus was serious about that baby krogan, then they're gonna end up with a baby that's making turian subvocals, and has the mimicking range of a human. In short that babys gonna be making gun noises with their mouth

Solana genuinely likes Shepard, but she will never know peace ever again. She would try to get back at them with a partner of her own, but unfortunately she and said partner aren't the type of people x)

I feel like Garrus was joking about adopting a baby krogan specifically for a few reasons. (Biggest reason I don't really see the krogan wanting to give up the children they've dreamed of having for years. Though Wrex does demand they visit him and his many kids, so they're not deprived of adorable baby krogan!) However, if they do end up adopting a human kid, that kid will be repeating their dad's subvocals from the moment they can start making sounds x)

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Hi betas being normies is boring and stupid here's some ideas

Beta's produce less oil from their scent glands on an average basis than Alphas or Omegas do. This does not mean their scents are weaker. In fact, the opposite is true. A beta's scent in small amounts has a calming affect on people, while a full, undiluted beta's scent can act like a sedative. Betas can strengthen their scent either on purpose to soothe a pack-mate, or on instinct when stressed or in danger.

In addition to their scents, Betas also produce a number of unique sounds -- trilling, chirring, and chirping -- that will have a stabilizing effect on pack-mates. A beta trilling is a sound that means safety/happiness/affection, chirring is a sound made to soothe and comfort, and chirping is a sound that demands attention. A beta will chirp when they are distressed, and their pack-mates will seek to calm them. A beta will also chirp if someone else is distressed and being too stubborn (or too out of it) to let themselves be calmed.

Betas are immune to their own calming hormones, meaning they cannot soothe themselves the way they soothe their pack-mates. A beta in distress will seek out a pack-mate to scent, cuddle, and chirr at them. This will cause the pack-mate to produce scents of comfort, safety, and happiness, which will soothe the beta in turn. It's all kind of roundabout but it works.

Betas do not have a weak sense of smell, their sense of smell simply works differently than Alpha's and Omegas. Because Betas primarily scent through their taste-buds, they are able to pick up far more minute changes and complexities in other peoples' scents without becoming overwhelmed by them. Generally an Alpha or Omega will be able to scent the "top-note" or the strongest emotion someone is feeling, as well as obviously how close they are to heat or rut. A beta, however, can typically pick out and even identify many more complex emotions and sometimes even physical health changes. However, the draw-back (if you can call it that) is that betas cannot sense over distance, and they need to breathe in a scent for some time in order to pick it apart. This is part of why betas are so touchy; it allows them to familiarize themselves with their pack's scents.

Unlike Alphas and Omegas, who generally only feel compelled to bite or mouth at scent glands during mating, Betas generally enjoy gently massaging their packs scent glands as a bonding activity. This must be done carefully, as it can be painful or damaging to the glands if they're treated roughly, however, having your scent glands gently massaged by a beta can have a clarifying effect. Something about intentionally triggering the production of scented oil puts Alphas and Omegas into "go mode," and allows them to more easily focus and think clearly, dismiss unhappy thoughts, and manage their emotions.

If Alphas Den and Omegas Nest then Betas should perch. A perch does not necessarily need to be somewhere up high, but it is always a place that allows the Beta to see their environment clearly. Unlike Dens or Nests, a Perch is not built to be big enough to fit other people, though a Beta might allow someone to squeeze in there with them. Perches are not necessarily meant to be defensible like dens or hidden like nests, although they can be both depending on the tastes of the beta. Rather a den is meant to be a place where the beta can observe their pack and be observed in turn, to see and be seen, so their presence can provide stability to the pack and so they can see/hear/smell if anyone needs them. Because perches are small and meant to be accessible, they're rarely permanent, and a beta will break down and rebuild their perch anywhere from once a month to every two or three days.

Much like how Alpha's build dens with intent to provide good spaces for omegas to nest, they also build spaces for betas to perch. An omega without a pack (or in a pack with no betas) will stick to the instinct of keeping their nest somewhere tucked-away hidden, but an omega with a pack-beta or a beta mate will instead build their nests somewhere the beta can look over them.

It's rare, but a beta mated to an alpha or omega might enter a faux rut or heat in response to their mate's genetic needs. This typically only happens with couples who have been together for years and who have spent many cycles together, and even then there's no guarantee, but it's common enough to learn about in sex ed.

Edit: One more

because perches are 1) temporary and 2) quite small, they aren't really built for comfort the way a nest would be, or stability the way a den would be. Instead, a beta will usually just put a chair or a cushion down somewhere as the base of their perch and call that good. What makes it a proper perch is the addition of offerings they receive from their pack. Traditionally trinkets or shiny things, but every beta will have different tastes. What matters is that the perching materials are easy to pick up and move around, and that they aren't big enough to obstruct the beta from the pack or the pack from the beta. A beta might bring a blanket or something to their perch as their own choice, but giving a blanket or pillows to a beta for perching would be like saying you don't actually want to see them.

[reality-shifting-bah]

Hi, I love your template/set-up, so I hope this works :) a bit awkward at actually requesting-

Could we have a Danny phantom headmate? Maybe a sort of dysphoria holder and/or denial holder? Not picky, just honestly would love to see what you come up with

Name: Danny Phantom/Fenton

Age: 14

Gender: Trans male.

Xenogenders: lumerangic, tatteredplushic, toothgender, mattersystem, memoriaec, typogender, ultragender, undeadgender, nexgender, vtubegender, vitreegender, persephrogender, phantasmagoric, wing-gender, reinylgender, radioactivegender, wondergender, xenohoarder, yokaigender, yunkgender, zombie-ghostgender, amation.

Pronouns: He/they

Neopronouns: ar/arso, pel/pelt, rot/rots, scra/scratch, wi/wings, wyn/wyn/wynd, zero/zero, v/tube, v/vtu, rad/radioac, wo/wonder, ty/typo, lu/lumer, yo/kai, zom/zombie, gho/ghost, dea/death, hal/halfa, nex/nex, nex/nexus, pla/planet, nov/nova, cro/cron, constel/constellation, jup/jupiter, ven/venus, lun/lun, ect/ecto, spir/spiri, cor/corp, haun/haunt, chir/chirp, pur/purr, voi/void, prot/protect, shei/sheild, pup/pup, kit/kit, boo/boo, faun/faun, vae/vaer, spoo/spooky, dae/daem.

Species: Halfa (Half-ghost, half-human)

Sexuality: pansexual

Gen. personality: fun loving, chaotic, sarcastic, dry humor,

Appearance: tan skin, lichtenberg scar, blue eyes, black hair, red baseball shirt, blue jeans. OR pale blue-ish skin, glowing green litchenberg scar, glowing green eyes, white hair, black jumpsuit with white accents.

Primary role: Dysphoria Holder.

Secondary role: Protector.

Polyroles/any roles other than primary and secondary: ghost xeno-role, arsonist.

Boundaries: Don’t mention his death around him, don’t mention his parents or Vlad, absolutely no demeaning ghosts or people, NEVER mention the GIW, don’t ever imply he’s less than human- or more than in any way, never remove dismiss his obsessions (Protection & Space), don’t mention ships that didn’t exist in his canon around him, don’t insult Sam, Tucker, and/or Jazz.

Moral alignment: Chaotic good leaning neutral.

Source: Danny Phantom.

Views on canon: It’s uncomfortable- it makes light of things that left him traumatized, some things in it never happened and some important things were never mentioned.

Source vs. canon (pls specific if canon compliant): Things were much more serious, his parents were unable to see past him being a ghost, Vlad was not much better, the only people he had on his side were Sam, Jazz, and Tucker; he hid his identity till he couldn’t went on the run when it was revealed until New Zealand fully legalized ghosts and started to advocate for them, Sam Jazz Tucker and him all decided to stay in New Zealand though, ghosts brawl to bond, obsessions are very serious, so are cores, etc.

View on source talk: It’s fine as long as it doesn’t delve into any trauma.

View on sourcemates: He’d love to meet them.

View on doubles: Eh, he’s pretty chill with them.

Voice claim (actors/singers/celebrities): Canon voice

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[hazbinsandweirdos]

//I want y'all to know he is only this cute for like an hour then he is hogging the covers and stealing all the space in the bed for only being 4' tall then trying to cling to the other person for warmth if they aren't already cuddling and the purring gets louder lol

Also when I say he 'purrs' it's more like the mix of bug noises like the wolf spider and a cricket lol it's chirring and tiny chirps and if I could mix sounds I would make the noise like they do with dinosaurs xD