#asian rosy finch

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

無重力❓❓❓‼️

[hideki-koga]

ハギマシコ（Asian Rosy finch）

[dre4ml4nd-st4rlight]

Masc Ball joint doll ' Star 's Choice ' for Anon. Ngl were probably going to form this one ourselves so its a little- bias ig hehe

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「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」**

╰┈➤ names : Angelo , Vincent , Snow , Calder , Arbor , Asher , Linus , Finch , Sullivan , River ,

╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : he/him , it/its , xe/xem , doll/dolls , day/days , h♢/h♢m , lost/losts , book/books , odd/odds , pillow/pillows , plush/plushies , cloud/clouds , vers/verses ,

╰┈➤ Titles : Other Dimensional Doll , ⌞ prn ⌝ who lives in the pages , ⌞ prn ⌝ who feels eternally , The Soft Dancer , Pillow Boy ,

╰┈➤ Genders : demiboy , femmasc , femboy , plushgender , interestspike , nonbinary , mascbluic , biolumistarric , cloudic , blue-idolic , bluecoloric , interestspike , ficticomfic

╰┈➤ Orientations : Achillean , MLM , gay , autoplushophile , plushophile , clothophile , objectum , achiphilia , fictozoophile ,

⋆｡𖦹°⭒��｡⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗

☾ Cis - doll ; ball jointed doll , ageless , other dimensional being , soft-spoken , autism , germaphobe , hopeless romantic , hyperemotional , sensitive , albino , changing eye colors ( changes from brownish/gold to blue at random ) , Tumblr user , ao3 user , aracial ; British + European presenting / raised , rosy cheeks ,

⟡ Trans - species ; demon + human + object head (book / plush head) , occupation ; librarian , dancer ( ballett ) , internet obsessed , Race ; Korean + KIdol , rich , time ; permaday + permanight , Perma virtual reality , transge ; perma- young adult , trans-fanfic-famous

ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

dysphoria holder , attraction holder , memory manager , gatekeeper , memorative , daydreamer , fandom keeper

Calder’s role in the system is to withhold memories + feelings surrounding gender, love, and attraction when needed. If it is causing to much stress given other situations ( school, work, mental or physical help, social + familial, etc ) then h♢ will step in and remove the situation ( stop the body + other alters from feeling the emotions or even having them at all . ) Book either erases the attraction entirely , or turns it into a

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ Interest and misc details ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

Favorite colors : Blue, white, black, grey, light pink

is currently dating his jacket ( the black jacket seen in the faceclaim ) . It’s name is Smoke and char goes by he/it/char/sew prns . Angelo has been dating Smoke for many years, and xe sewed Smoke all by lostself .

hobbies + interest : masculine fashion , sewing dancing , music ( kpop , lofi , classical , folk music , generaly chill music , music with no lyrics ) , fanfiction , pillows + sleeping , libraries , books ( reading + writing + making all kinds of books ) , makeup ( looking at + doing ) , asmr , Internet ; fandoms ( kpop , M/m fic spaces , doll customization like Hexitan and Dollightful )

His room in headspace is a large bedroom with Asian and Korean influence. It is themed with his favorite colors, with some trinkets of other headmates scattered about. He has a computer where he writes the fanfic on, a large circular bed with cloudlike pillows next to a large window on the leftmost wall, and a door to a grand bathroom. There are two large shelves where many different books and CDs are stored.

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── .✦ Photos + Aesthetic hoard

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[kyokoito]

わずか1秒の出逢い

遠いし色も殆ど出なかったけれども、初見初撮の記念に。（2021.1.8撮）

[jointhearumanati]

MHA AND GOLDEN COMPASS CROSSOVER DAEMONS

Midoriya: Female Black Astrex Rabbit named Yuna(meaning Kindness)

Ochako: Male Brown Capped Rosy Finch named Newton(after Issac Newton who invented the theory of gravity)

Iida: Female White Cheetah with blue eyes named Tenchi(means Heaven and earth I've noticed The Iida brothers have Ten in their name I found the female version)

Tsuyu: Male Dark Green Tree Frog named Ren(means Lotus)

Todoroki: A female Snow Leopard named Yukina(means Fortune and Endure I know Yuki means snow but I thought this fit him better)

Bakugo: A lioness named Homare(meaning Victory, Glory, and reputation)

Kirishima: Female Pangolin named Akane (means Deep Red I debated wether to give him a Pangolin a crocodile or a Komodo Dragon I decided on a Pangolin because it looks cute and approachable and fit him better)

Kaminari: Female Electric Eel named Nariko(meaning thunder I decided he has a portable rectangle tank on his arm for her)

Sero: Female Brazilian Black and white tarantula named Jorōgumo(meaning woman spider a Yokai that can transform into a beautiful woman)

Mina: Male Aruba Island Rattlesnake named Haru(meaning born in Spring I didn't know a Pink Rattlesnake existed until now I was looking for a pink snake and if it didn't exist it'd be a Pink Toe tarantula I was pleasantly surprised it's also extremely venomous I was so Happy🌸🐍 I learned something new)

Jirou: Male Panda bat 🐼🦇 named Hibiki(meaning Echo panda bats are adorable they are black and white like a panda so cute)

Yaoyorozu: Female Asian Small-Clawed Otter name Ume (meaning Apricot because Momo means Peach I wanted to include fruit also Otters are highly intelligent)

Aoyama: Female White French Poodle 🐩 named Belle (means Beautiful in French I wanted to really emphasize his French heritage)

Tokoyami: Female Crow named Amaya(meaning Night Rain it's just goth enough with a poetic touch and one of my favorite Japanese names)

Shouji: Female Octopus 🐙 named Kairi(meaning Ocean Village I like to think she'd be in a tank on his back)

Ojiro: Female Capuchin Monkey named Kiai(meaning energy or mood and is used as a shout during an attacking move in Japanese martial arts I myself have an red belt in Akido but Ojiro uses Karate)

Hagakure: Male Chameleon named Akio(meaning bright a tribute to her light attack)

Koda: Female White Bunny named Yuwai(I have no idea what it means but it's the name of his bunny)

Sato: Female American Belgian Draft Horse named Anzu(meaning sweet Child not only are American Belgian Draft Horse the strongest horse in the world they fit his color scheme and love Sugar)

Shinso: A Female Russian Blue Cat Named Kiko(meaning Hope it's what got Shinso through to being a hero he never lost hope)

Aizawa: A Female Black Jaguar named Mamoru(meaning Protector I think it fits well panther means melanistic cat I had to be specific)

Yamada: Female Sulphur Crested Cockatoo named Setsuko(meaning melody I read a fanfiction where he lives his life seeing music In everything and I never went back)

Midnight: Male Black Cougar named Ayumu(meaning walking dream and it couldn't be more perfect I chose a cougar because I could come on you get the joke 😂 but also black cougars don't exist but damn it I'll make them exist)

All Might: Male Lion named Musketeer(One for All joke 😂 I had to)

[typhlonectes]

The Rosy Finches (genus Leucosticte)

Until 1993, North America's three species of Rosy-Finch were all classified as subspecies of the Asian Rosy-Finch. Birds of montane and western sub-arctic environments, it's pretty clear where they get their name.

The most widespread is the Gray-crowned Rosy-Finch (shown here). Northern populations in Alaska and Yukon migrate south and may sometimes stray into eastern provinces and states.

The similar Brown-capped and Black Rosy-Finches have much more restricted ranges. These two are altitudinal migrants, moving into lower elevations during the winter months but remaining at roughly the same latitude.

In the summer, Black Rosy-Finches breed above the treeline in the mountains of the interior northwestern US, making them difficult to reach and consequently among North America's least-studied songbirds. photo by Michael Klotz (The Bird Blogger.com) on Flickr CC and Alan D. Wilson | Wikimedia CC

via: Peterson Field Guides

[writetohell]

A Night Out

And it was here, lying on her tummy on the oak branch, flattening herself inward like a moth at rest, that Elena really thought to herself and succumbed to the question that had settled at the back of her mind some three or so days ago: how much longer could I go without sleeping?

The answer (as she had Googled sometime after the 34th hour) would be around 11 days if she were competing with the world record.

At first it seemed neat, like a medal of endurance, when the bursts of creative energy that winded her at 3 AM came to fruition. And then the headaches set in, the blurring figures, the strange ticking jitters that convulsed in her fingers and eyelids like the steady countdown of a time bomb. But if we’re being honest, Elena couldn’t give two shits about her own symptoms. This was personal.

Her sleep had been stolen from her. 

She wasn’t the first, and god knows it was to be expected, judging by the fresh flyers posted around campus at the start of each semester.

GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK – THE KANASHI KNOWS WHEN YOU PULL ALL-NIGHTERS.

EVEN A CAT NAP CAN KEEP THE KANASHI AWAY! STAY AWAKE RESPONSIBLY.

There were even mandatory seminars as a part of all incoming students’ orientation, warning them about the Kanashi and what to do if a Kanashi ever haunted you. 

“They crave leftovers and Doritos,” the speaker, a muscly blond specimen sporting a visor whilst indoors, had instructed. “Really, any kind of midnight munchies you might think of, but Doritos are said to be a favorite.”

All Elena had in her pantry was a stale, half-eaten bag of the limited edition cheeseburger flavor. Now it sat on the dirt below her, her feeble attempt at bait looking like a lazy scrap of litter.

But she hadn’t had time to go to the store. Elena hadn’t had time to do practically anything since the school year started much less hunt down a sleep demon.

Elena looked down at her phone. 4:24 AM. The chiming from the clock tower had long since been silenced. She rubbed at her face, trying to shake off the ultraviolet splotches creeping into her peripherals.

Mom couldn’t know about it. She’d spent all of Elena’s high school career trying to beat this sort of thing out of her, having endured the same type of self-torture for the sake of her own parents.

“Your grandmother wouldn’t let me settle for less than perfection,” Elena’s mother had told her over their last dinner together before she left for college. “I didn’t want you to feel that type of pressure. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are, even if you don’t get all As.”

“I like getting all As,” Elena said, not looking up from her plate. “I like being successful.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Mom said. “Just don’t kill yourself for it. 

The conversation felt backwards to Elena, and made the pancit in her mouth taste sour. She expected more congratulations, more accolades … Not all this fussing 

Mom was not an I-told-you-so kind of person, but she’d certainly shake her head at the sight of Elena now, steadying a line of copper wire between her fingers as she waited in cautious quiet, low in the oak tree.

Leaves crunched.

Elena started, almost toppling her phone over.

The pink-robed figure sidled closer from behind the gnarled trunk of another oak. It looked like a woman witch a hunched back so severe the peak of her spine seemed as if it were drawn by a magnet drifting overhead. Her pale hair was dark at the roots and shrouded her face. She rubbed at her arms as she drew closer, her nails long and painted in complementing shades of crimson. Elena doubted her prey right up until the woman launched her hands into the awaiting Doritos bag like she was diving fist first into a black hole of never ending snackage.

When Elena imagined this moment, she saw herself dropping to the ground with professional assassin-like prowess, sticking the landing like Iron Man, crouching close to the earth with a smarmy smile, ready to engage in epic combat with the Kanashi.

But, of course, she plummeted downward like a dead finch, made an embarrassing squealing noise all the short way down, and landed on her back.

Elena and the Kanashi shared a half second of eye contact.

The Kanashi’s eyes were what gave her away: they were bulbous, took up half of her loose-skinned face, and swam with huge black pools of pupils. It was a scary sight, but Elena might have thought it scarier if the Kanashi had eyelids big enough to blink with.

The Kanashi made a noise like a balloon deflating and whirled into a run, Doritos bag in hand. 

“Not today, bitch,” Elena said under her breath, trying so hard to sound like Bruce Willis, but of course only sounding like an emaciated pixie.

Elena scrambled onto her feet and sprinted as fast as her fatigued body could go. She barreled forward through the forest, almost tripping several times, chasing the Kanashi like they were in a Looney Toons special. But despite her short knobby legs, the Kanashi had the head start. Elena needed to get the jump on her or else risk losing altogether, and missing another night of sleep.

In a moment of dire decisions, as they began to roll downhill toward the park limits and closer to the road where the Kanashi would surely be able to lose Elena in the sparse traffic, Elena gave all her gravity toward her downward trajectory, leaping toward the Kanashi. 

The crest of her flight held for an inhuman amount of time wherein Elena transcended planes and  sprung into thoughts of her childhood, when school first became difficult. She struggled with her multiplication tables in the third grade, and had to see her teacher after school for extra tutoring. When she heard it, she cannot remember, but remembers this one whisper so clearly like a racist little Jiminy Cricket that sat on her shoulder and shoved his nose into her ear.

“I thought Asians were supposed to be good at math.”

Later her white friends would tell her it was a compliment, that it was good racism™? And when she would argue with them, the words would get caught in her throat as they never seemed to grasp what exactly was wrong. Elena pushed herself a little more with each academic year since that first remark as if to say, you want me to box me up? You want me to be smart? Fine. I’ll make all of you look like dumbasses.

Maybe it was the wind in her face as she fell forward. Maybe it was just another symptom of her sleep deprivation. But in that frame right before she landed on the Kanashi, Elena blinked away the tears welling up in her eyes.

Elena fell into the Kanashi like a dead emu.

The landing hurt both of them, but Elena’s exhausted ass pinned the Kanashi to the ground and gave her enough time to wrap the copper around the Kanashi’s wrist.

“Untie me, you lousy shit!” The Kanashi pounded her untethered knuckles into the grass while Elena took a seat on the grass next to the demon. The Kanashi tried to stand up several times, and each time was weighed down by the copper wire around her right wrist so severely that she dropped headfirst into her own ankles.

“Give me my sleep. Now.” Elena felt almost drunk with exhaustion, rolling through these moments in dreary step-by-step flickers.

“Go to hell,” the Kanashi screeched.

As per seminar instructions, Elena then began singing.

“Good morning, starshine! The earth says, hello!”

The Kanashi grappled at her own ears. “Fuck you! No!”

“You twinkle above us! We twinkle below!”

“FINE! Take it! Just fucking take it!”

The Kanashi held out her palm for Elena to see. A compacted ball of sand teetered in the center, glittering in the full moonlight.

Elena plucked it out of the Kanashi’s hand, and cut the wire on her wrist with the pliers she’d stowed away in her back pocket.

The Kanashi propped herself up in a sitting position, pulling her rosy robe in tight before retying the belt. “Now do us both a favor and just get some shitting sleep, you dumb as shit shithead.” 

“Did you ever go to college?” Elena tested.

The Kanashi huffed and folded her arms, looking defiantly back at Elena with those yawning black eyes. “You don’t get out much, do you shithead?” 

Elena gestured at the Kanashi with her other hand. “What would you call this?”

The Kanashi had had enough small talk. She got up and turned on a heel without another word, misting back into the darkness of the low-lying trees from where they had met.

Elena tightened her grip around her little ball of sleep, feeling it roll along her knuckles all the way back to her car. With the doors locked and the seat reclined, she let it hover over her lips, grains of sand sprinkling on her chin, contemplating what consuming one’s own sleep must taste like, before her phone buzzed into life. 

She dug it out of her pocket and squinted at the screen to read it.

“AMERICAN LIT RESEARCH BIBLIOGRAPHY.”

It was a preliminary alarm. The assignment was due in five hours.

Elena sighed. She kissed the ball of sleep between her fingers and stuffed it in her glove compartment before driving back to campus.

[alonglistofbirds]

[405/10,977] Asian Rosy Finch - Leucosticte arctoa

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Passeroidea Family: Fringillidae (true finches) Subfamily: Carduelinae (cardueline finches)

Photo credit: Stu Elsom via Macaulay Library

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

地面でエサ取りしてるうちの１羽が目の前の枝に止まってくれました🎉🤣

[hideki-koga]

ハギマシコ（Asian Rosy finch）

[gracefree]

Carpet of fallen leaves by rsk25129

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

ほんのりピンク色がかわいい😍

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

鳥納はこの子を狙ってプチ遠征😄

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

藪の隙間からストレッチを盗撮😅

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

バランスを取って😊 2枚目はおなかから背中にかけての切り出し。 見事な配色ですね～💯💯 在庫から。

[sugiichi]

Leucosticte arctoa [ハギマシコ,Asian Rosy finch]

小さな実を奪い合うように啄んでいました。在庫から。