#Airin Response.

[airxn]

He waddles up to you and paws at your pantleg. " You should... you should give me that. "

[lapdcg]

Airin stomping down the main hall to Jack's office. He's going to give him so many smooches. Going to drown that man in smooches– // @hyperium

[goldenheart-supremacy]

Some headcanons for next gen OCs

They're headcanons, so you guys @mvjerbs @j3ankimorit4 may veto or accept whichever you guys want to your pleasing.

💠The Silverlock twins, Airin and Connily, are the oldest. One of their earliest chores was to babysit Teddy Shieldblade, once both showed competence to hand the responsibility. 💠Teddy has a crush on Grethyl ever since and when he starts having a better awareness of 'feelings', he usually goes to his pops for tips on how he won over his dad.

💠Aerin (dad) isn't the romantic expert, because he's Aroace but does love Todd at that point. 💠So it's hard for him to actually say whether Todd's giving good romantic advice or not. He's usually the voice of reason, or reminder, and tells Teddy to 'be conscious of how Grethyl would respond to any stunts' he pulls for the sake of making a point that he likes her. Like

"Be sure she'll actually like it, and it's not just 'I think it would be fun if I did this for her.'"

💠When his parents are both busy, Teddy goes to the twins for romantic advice and tips. 💠Nectar and Kyno were born on the same year. 💠Kyno thought Nectar's eyes were golden for a long time and that's why his last name had 'golden' in it, he felt slightly betrayed that they were just contacts. 💠Then he saw Nectar once without contact lenses [because they were expired and needed to be replaced and he was wearing glasses till he got new ones] and he thought it was more beautiful than the stars in the night sky. Basically the time he realized 'Oh, I like him.' 💠Nectar kinda discovered it one day when Kyno had to cancel a meet up because he was sick so Nectar had to spend time with his siblings, the Silverlock twins, and Kyno's brother. 💠Teddy teased him 'You know a surefire way to stay with him even if he's sick is to marry him' 💠When Nectar didn't feel opposed to the idea he was like 'Sure, why not?' then 'Oh, wait that means I... Wait. I like him?' 💠Teddy's first thought was 'protective older brother instincts is triggered' then he remembers Nectar is also Grethyl's brother so he switches to 'Go for it, man!'

[cflight]

(ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) 

SNUGGLE WITH MY MUSE | accepting

“…Mm.” Grunting softly in response, the gentle press of Airin’s weight into their shoulder interrupting their long-winded train of thought. It’s a gesture that’s quite unexpected, though very much appreciated as they soon melt into his lap, snuggling up in return with their current need for comfort. “Thank you. I… needed that.”

[dis--parity]

" Oh no–! " There's a bit of a tease in his tone. Regardless, he extends his arms and flexes his fingers " C'mere, you can cry over spilt milk it's fine. "

『🍬』 “Shut up. I’m not gonna fuckin’ cry over-...” It just seems so ridiculous to him, that he’d take such a thing literally, now of all times - but then again, now of all times, something had to go wrong when his head and his heart were so wrought with turmoil of which he didn’t care to admit to himself the origins. Even when they were right in front of him.

The offer begets a scoff at first - he looks around, taking a step back from the alabaster puddle forming at his feet despite how strong his urge would normally be to clean it up as soon as possible. The cake mix lay abandoned in its bowl as the ringing of stress, instinct pulling him in three directions at once, but only one direction seemed to be growing more and more appealing by the second.

He doesn’t dignify the gesture, nor his comment, with another ungrateful response. Instead, he just steps over the puddle formed at their feet and sinks wordlessly into the warmth of his chest. Any other day, perhaps he would be elated over this - but right now, with how deafeningly loud his doubts were, he could scarcely find the strength to lift his arms up to hug him back. The only motion Airin would get out of him was a gentle shiver as his head bowed, determined not to let Airin see him at his weakest in spite of the futility of the idea.

“... I just want somethin’ to go right today, man.” His voice comes out cracked - he can only be thankful that it’s also muffled. “Why can’t I just get a fuckin’ break in life? I just want-...” You. You, to want me the same way. “... I just wanna have one year- fuck, one day where I’m not... where I’m just, okay for once. I don’t... I don’t want these fuckin’ demons any more.”

[limejuicer1862]

Celebrate #NationalMarineWeek 23rd July to 7th August 2022. Day Thirteen of Thirteen Due To Tides. Join Larissa Reid and I. A challenge for you. Write or design a response to the imagistic daily poetry about the marine written by Larissa Reid. Send me your own responses to her work or your own responses to the marine theme via poetry/artworks/short prose. Please contact me with your work, plus a short third person bio.

Celebrate #NationalMarineWeek 23rd July to 7th August 2022. Day Thirteen of Thirteen Due To Tides. Join Larissa Reid and I. A challenge for you. Write or design a response to the imagistic daily poetry about the marine written by Larissa Reid. Send me your own responses to her work or your own responses to the marine theme via poetry/artworks/short prose. Please contact me with your work, plus a short third person bio.

Ink on water That wide clear eye of the seaA gaze complete, assured,One that draws tears in its wakeOr sucks a scream from your lipsOr empties lugworm holes with a soft pop.One that swirls sand in its mouthOr holds a shell to your earAnd whispers through salt and liquid airIn its typography of tides. -Larissa Reid Bios And Links -Larissa Reid A freelance science writer by trade, Larissa has…

[airxn]

Looks at you– looks at you. You should… pet him. You don't have a choice.

[airxn]

" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐨? " He throws his head back and SCREECHES.

[airxn]

" 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬– 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥! " He GROWLS and knocks a glass off the counter. It shatters on impact. " See?? Tunes!! "

[airxn]

@rathalascendant inquired – Ratha stares down at Airin with pleading eyes. Yes, it is a small tub, but he can fit! It looks warm and comfy and he wants to lay down. He chuffs at the felicid. Please let him lay beside him?

𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? It's drip-dry, and in the perfect spot to allow the sun's heat to keep the metal warm. Airin thought, at worst, he'd be doused with water, but this... this is somehow a ruder awakening.

Airin gives a low, warbling growl in response. His tail flicks over the trough's base, yet he doesn't move. The reptile will probably squish him. Which is a fate is willing to accept if it means he can stand his ground. Thus, Airin's ears pin and he growls again to make his stance clear.

[airxn]

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 then comes to a slow halt. " I think Mari's gonna' kick my ass. "

[airxn]

A paw presses against Miles screen with mild pressure. What a weird contraption! Airin then props himself onto his haunches. This time both paws outstretch to try to bap the weird machine... robot... thing? He's never seen anything like it so–!! Bap.. bap, bap!

@misfxts has crossed paths.

[airxn]

" ... "

" I think pigeons are wrong, actually. "

[airxn]

He's travelled so far to get here. All these weeks of freezing his ass off and he's finally made it to the North Pole– or so he believes. These trees oddly have Christmas lights on them so... he has hope.

The hope only intensifies into sheer excitement when he spots a familiar looking reindeer with a glowing red nose. It might be the freezing temperatures, but he is visibly shaking in place. He wobbles closer and closer until he can muster up the courage...

" Are... are y– " Oh dear, he can barely speak. " Are you... R... Ru– "

for @fledercanons for Rud.olph!

[airxn]

" So– " He purrs. " We burnt down the tree. "

[airxn]

@rathalascendant inquired – THWACK! "Nyah!" A large wooden spoon smacks Airin's noggin as one of the felyne cooks scolds him. "Mister Airin! Your food is elsewhere. You just have to find it." A pause for a beat, before he continues. "Meowster Mari has a quest for you! We have set out several ingredients around the village. Find them and we will prepare your meal!"

ACK–! Ears pin on impact, and Airin stumbles back. How rude!! But not as rude as what sin he was going to commit prior. His back stays in an arch. The growl trapped behind closed fangs building as he flicks and shakes his tail in sharp distaste.

He could snap back with something sharp or witty, but the declaration of a quest – a task – grips him instantly. The sharpness of his gaze softens. And his growl filters out into a soft, curious murp. " Well, what kind of ingredients? " His nose wriggles. " People have all sorts of food around here, and I don't wanna' snag just anything. "