#Chivis

[relaella]

Nevra in Chapter 12

[alonglistofbirds]

[2387/11080] Chivi vireo - Vireo chivi

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Family: Vireonidae (vireos)

Photo credit: Stephan Lorenz via Macaulay Library

[ecoamerica]

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[varyafury]

It's Chivi, Chivi Sans:D

He speaks sign language, but since the people around him don't understand him, he uses his notebook.

He often runs out of notebooks, as he loves to write poems, stories, and how he spends his day. He keeps every finished notebook in his drawer.

His birthday is April 26.

He loves to look at the stars because it reminds him of the good things that have happened to him

His favorite colors are green, blue, and pink

I used a translator, so sorry if there are any errors here:"D

[narcissusneverknewme]

I know there's really deep analysis, etc to say about Fruit basket but the only thing I'm really focused on at the moment, as I embark on a journey through the remake, is the fact that to Ms. Honda is obviously an only child

[azumi777]

[pinkertons-transmasc-swag]

Here’s an old doodle of two of my dergs :)

[ecoamerica]

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[ecopapier-officiel]

Suivre-nous ou on te liquéfia comme les rats qu'on utilise pour faire les assiettes

[abductionradiation]

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[fanficwolf105]

Selfship September Day 4: Date

pov it’s 1977 and your on a carnival date with your gf

Still trying to learn how to draw San Lin properly ahhhh

[squawkoverflow]

A new variant has been added!

Chivi Vireo (Vireo chivi) © David Monroy R

It hatches from bright, dark, green, olive, plain, red, same, similar, variable, whitish, widespread, and yellow eggs.

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[wally-b-feed]

Mutch & Robilliard (B 1981), S Chivi, 2022

[dairy-farmer]

A few times a year, Gotham has a public mate run, where willing unbonded alphas and omegas roam the streets in Gotham Proper and Robinson Park to mate, or just breed. It’s always at the same time every year and is well advertised, so everybody knows that anyone there between 10pm and 10am is participating.

Tim is a fairly newly presented omega. He hasn’t settled fully into his cycle yet, and so is still clear-headed when most others are in heat. If his parents were around, his father could’ve told him that being around too many sex pheromones could affect him too, make him act more on instincts. But he never had the talk with Tim, and Bruce, assuming that Jack or Janet had done even that much, never said anything either.

Robin planned on quickly passing through Gotham Proper and the park before continuing on patrol, just to make sure that there weren’t any street kids out or anyone rushing to get home that needed help getting off the streets before the Hunt started, and the adults were behaving until it was time. It was mostly clear, except a few kids he had to chivy along.

It took a little longer than he had expected to convince a boy to move along, and Tim lost track of time. It didn’t take long for the pheromones from the Hunters and the Hunted to reach him. He could smell them, but didn’t realize what it would do to him.

It happened so slowly he never realized what he was doing until it was too late.

Tim’s neck itched. It wouldn’t stop. His glans were irritated by the scent blockers and he kept idly picking at it without realizing it, until it was loose and torn, pulling small pieces off one after another.

Though he had originally intended on moving on to Burnley, he found himself lingering on the rooftops in the Hunting Grounds. He occasionally dropped down to assist an omega was really, actually uninterested in the alpha pursing them, as opposed to making the alpha work for it.

Getting closer to the alphas and omegas just increased the pheromones he was getting. He was lingering longer and longer, finding himself getting wet. He realized he was looking for something, waiting for something, though he didn’t know what.

Jason had the same idea as Tim. The street kids and sex workers were all under Hood’s protection, and he went to the Hunting Grounds to make sure everyone there wanted to be there. His hood’s filters kept his nose clear of the pheromones so he could keep his head clear while he made sure everyone was safe.

And that’s when he saw Robin.

He knew Robin was an omega. And the kid wasn’t stupid-he knew what it meant to be an omega in the Hunting Grounds during the Hunt. Hood even followed him at a distance for a bit, to make sure that Tim was actually advertising, not just passing through.

And he was advertising. Robin would crouch at the edge of the rooftops and arch his back a little bit, in a slight breeding position. His hips would sway, asking to be grabbed. His neck would tilt a little bit. He kept bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was ready to run, only to settle back on his heels and move slowly with nobody chasing him. And, when Hood changed the setting to allow scents but not pheromones through, Robin was projecting his smell. He was advertising. He was probably a little drunk on pheromones. And he was just asking to be bred.

Jason grinned and exchanged his full hood for the filter. He wanted Tim to see his face but wanted to keep his head. He was going to Hunt down the replacement and take him and breed him and he wasn’t going to let any instincts distract him.

…

Tim feels the shift in the air and smells the alpha at the same time. He turns and sees Hood prowling towards him. If he was in his right mind, he would stay and fight but instead he takes off across the rooftops. Jason follows him slowly gaining. Tim feels himself getting excited and growing wetter though he doesn’t know why.

Eventually Jason tackles him and they roll across the roof. The scuffle, Tim getting Jason in the cheek with his elbow, Jason punching the air out of his stomach. They both get a few hits in, but Jason is far bigger, stronger, more motivated, and not high on pheromones. He pins Tim on his back.

Tim snarls at him but part of him is satisfied. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know why Hood jumped him either. Jason grabs his comms and emergency beacons. Tim had completely forgot about them but he can’t use them now. Jason disarms his suit. Tim snarls again and struggles but grows even wetter and pants in as much excitement as he does exhaustion. He doesn’t realize how ripe his scent has gotten. He doesn’t know that he started going into heat during the chase.

Jason yanks Tim’s leggings down and flips him onto his front. Tim tries to buck Jason off him with his hips. He gets his knees under him but Jason has one hand firmly on the back of his neck and he can’t seem to pick his head up from the rooftop even though he should be able to. Jason’s other hand is opening up his pants and taking his cock out.

Tim is still hissing and snarling, even as he’s unknowingly presenting. Jason looks down at the omega he is mounting and thrusts his cock in to the hilt and starts fucking deep into him at a quick pace. It’s a rough mating, but it’s best to get the first one done quickly. After each knotting, the omega will be more and more pliant and obedient.

Jason’s got another 10 hours to breed him. No other alpha can get to the roof to challenge him and the other bats are all out of town. Normally, the omega’s pheromones would cause him to slow down after a while, to let Tim recover and take his time between matings, but Jason isn’t taking his filter off until the omega is bred and fucked out of his mind. Once the Replacement is deep into his omega headspace, is submissive the way he was meant to be, he’ll bond to him, and Timmy will always be ready and eager for his knot.

Jason’s knot blows wide and he growls as he releases the first of his many loads of the night into his omega. Robin’s face is ground into the gravel of the rooftop and he shakes on his knees at Jason’s feet. It’s so satisfying but it’s not enough. It won’t be, not until Robin is his.

baby omega tim getting drunk on pheromones and unconsciously presenting and mated by jason who has decided he's going to thoroughly breed his newly acquired omega as much as he can 😍.

but it's rough, despite how eager tim is he's still a young and inexperienced omega and by the end of the ten hours he's so exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep as jason presses knot after knot into his little womb. it's worsened by jason bonding to him with a fat bitemark that had stopped sluggishly bleeding hours ago that turned tim's brains practically into pudding while jason continued to mount with all the enthusiasm and virility of a young alpha who has caught a nice, sweet omega ❤️❤️❤️.

[tummyspilled]

[OC] Miss Chiv aka Chivie

[shady-tavern]

October's Patreon Story "Salt and Iron"

(warnings ahead for implied SA and murder, though nothing happens to the main character)

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Tears born of anger and fear dripped down the young woman's cheeks as she ran through the woods, her white dress gathered up to allow for a fast and unhindered stride. She had chucked her white slippers upon her escape from the mayor's house and a small cut along her temple allowed blood to trail down her cheek, sticky and quickly cooling.

She heard the calls behind her, the townsfolk that both threatened and cajoled, thinking her on the run. She was running, but she didn't intend to run away. Not for long, at least.

Ahead of her she saw it a moment later, the line of bluebells that grew through the woods, neatly separating the area safe for humans and the rest of the ancient forest. No one quite knew what laid beyond the line, but people had seen glimpses. Huge creatures, shadow riders on nightmare steeds, something big with wings and something with glowing eyes in the nearby lake. And, of course, the king of the forest.

No one quite knew what he was and there were plenty of stories about him. Some said he was tall, some said it was his horns that made him look tall. Some said he was beautiful, some said he was ugly, but they all agreed on one thing, he killed the fae wherever he encountered them. 

He was called brutal and ruthless by those who had seen him and his shadow knights hunt. Who had seen him mounted on a big beast and who had heard his haunting songs on lightless nights as the glittering, beautiful faeries tried to escape.

The bluebells were his and they marked his territory, which seemed to stretch endlessly. There was no guarantee of safety beyond the flowers and while the young woman faltered for a moment, she strode forward with desperate determination.

She stepped neatly over the thick line of flowers, their sweet scent briefly filling the air. She made sure not even her skirts brushed them and as soon as her bare foot set down on the other side she felt a change in the air.

Old, that was the first word that came to her harried mind. Everything felt old and alive. She suddenly felt as though every tree and patch of moss, every mushroom and bush was keenly aware of her presence. 

It was only a matter of time before the king appeared as well, she knew that much. He always did whenever someone tried to step over the line, chasing them back into safe territory again.

The voices of the townsfolk seemed so much farther away now, even though it shouldn't be possible. She didn't look back, but gripped her skirts tighter and continued on, though her pace was far less chivied now as she caught her breath. 

"And what brings you here?" the voice came ahead of her, behind her, to her left and right. She felt as though he was everywhere and nowhere, his voice riding on the wind and speaking from the bark of a dozen trees. "Salt and iron bride?"

She gripped her white dress tighter and lifted her chin, aware of the blood that mixed with tears and dripped off her chin to land on the dark, cool forest floor beneath her feet.

"I come to ask a boon of the forest," she said, voice steadier than she felt as she blinked the last of the tears away. She needed clear eyes for this.

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[breannasfluff]

Brittle Memories

Brittle isn’t a word applied to heroes, but it fits Legend. For all the sass and snark, backed up by biting comments, Wild can’t help but see him as—brittle.

The realization is made worse by recognizing the same trait in himself. He has no right to complain; his interrupted adventure was only one in comparison to the Veteran’s multiples.

Wild understands the grouchy facade and keeps his distance in deference to the other.

The scream of a moblin and the crash of Legend’s sword blocking the blow aimed at Wild’s head slams him firmly into the battle at hand. His bow broke and he switched to a spear to jab at the taller monster.

Unfortunately, spears are a poor option against clubs up close.

“What are you doing?” Legend grits his teeth as he shoves against the weight of the club bearing down on his sword.

His power bracelet pulses and he shoves the weapon aside. A quick slice and the monster screams, kneecap mangled by the sword. Black blood oozes from the wound, but it doesn’t go down. “Can’t you clean up your own mess?”

Wild is still off-kilter from the blow that knocked him down, fingers clumsy as he trades the spear for a sword. “Sorry,” he says, but it’s lots in the din of battle.

Once again armed, he joins Legend’s side. “Bow broke,” he tries to explain.

The Veteran gasps as he fends off the monster’s greater weight. “Maybe if you didn’t have such shit weapons it wouldn’t be a problem.”

It’s true, so Wild doesn’t push back. The art of making weapons was lost in his Hyrule and few good ones remained. Combined with his fighting style, it’s a miracle anything survives in his hands.

The moblin finally goes down and the battle slows around them. Time finishes off his bokoblin before glancing around for a head count. Hyrule darts around the heroes, hands glowing pink as he checks for injuries.

Leaning on his sword, Legend glares at Wild. “You’re a hindrance to the group and you’re going to get someone hurt.”

Sky, picking his way through the bloody field, catches the comment and cuffs the Veteran’s head. “We’re a team. There’s no need to be rude.”

Wild waves him off with a practiced smile. ‘He’s right,’ he signs, sword already stowed in his slate to free his hands. ‘I’m not the best at working in a group.’

Clapping him on the shoulder, Sky ignores the instinctive flinch. “You’ll get the hang of it, don’t worry.”

Behind him, Legend sends another glare and stomps off to fuss over Hyrule.

The next portal dumps them in an in-between time with no hero. It also dumps them at the seaside. Legend, upon catching sight of the water, distinctly pales and clutches at Hyrule groaning next to him.

The sea is rough and crashes on the rocks sending salt spray misting over the group. No gentle waves and soft sand beaches of Lurelin here. Wild breathes in briny air, trying to clear the dizziness from the portal.

Time reaches out to catch Four before he faceplants into a rock exiting the portal. Despite the rocky terrain, tropical trees beckon from up the slope.

“Let’s head for higher ground and then we’ll rest.” Time chivies the other into motion, a hand periodically reaching to steady himself on Warriors. Even he isn’t excused from the dizziness of the portal.

The rocks are slippery with spray and Wild’s thankful for his climbing skills. The others struggle and Sky needs a boost to get over the last lip, but finally, they are up and moaning in the wiry grass. It melds into a tropical forest and craggy rocks extending up and down the coastline.

“Is this an island?” Legend’s voice is rough and something edging on panic tints his gaze. “Are we on a goddess-forsaken island?”

Hyrule, despite looking like he’ll tip over in a stiff breeze, scoots closer to lean against him.

The others are silent until Wild breaks in. “It’s coastline or a really big island.”

“How do you know?”

Confronted with Legend’s focus and glare, he retreats into signing. ‘Look, up and down the coast you can’t see any curves. And these types of rocks are similar to the cliffs in my Hyrule. There’s no sand, either. Islands usually have some sort of beach, carved out by the waves.

The assurance doesn’t seem to help. Legend squints at him. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The jab hurts, but Wild shrugs it off. ‘Maybe,’ he agrees easily enough.

Time breaks in with a frown. “Vet, no need to take out frustration on Wild. Let’s take a break and head deeper in; find some water and a place to camp.”

Wild stares at Legend, who glares back. Brittle; the word a hollow ring in Wild’s mind.

Read the rest here!

[tciddaemina]

Three years, and the world still feels grey.

Each day passes the same as the last, the hours passing slow and tacky. Shen Qingqiu drifts through each day, listless, barely feeling the hours pass. His disciples try to keep him busy - Ning Yingying and Ming Fan chivying him along from one set of duties to the next, bringing him his meals and keeping his cup full of tea. He doesn't much feel like eating, to tell the truth. He doesn't much feel like doing anything, but his disciples are there, looking at him with worried eyes, so he does his best to assuage their worries, letting them drag him from one meeting to the next.

At the end of each day, Shen Qingqiu finds himself back in the same place, sitting before the sword mound. Grass has grown over its edge, flowering vines creeping up its sides, and they bloom now, the blossoms pale and delicate. Shen Qingqiu doesn't have the heart to remove them. He kneels there, hands resting in his lap, and watches tiredly as the flowers bob their heads.

Three years now. It'll be two more years until Luo Binghe makes his way out of the Endless Abyss, and then it will all be over.

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The promised monsterfucker Bingqiu fic, first chapter released. Technically this is supposed to be the second in the set I have planned, but I was getting impatient so I'm releasing an initial chapter early.