#chirp answers 🪶

[habitual-creatures]

*Tired, not asleep but very docile*

*Harpy Has Acquired: Big Ass Floof on Top of Her*

HMPH...TRINITY'S N0T H3R3 BUT I C0ULD F33L H3R A 0F C0UPL3 TIM3S.

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

*unhappy unwilling smooshed by living weighted blanket Harpy noises*

[bones4thecats]

➸ I Love You, Always; Dire Crowley × S/O

Character: Dire Crowley A/N: THIS WAS SO SAD. I LISTENED TO THE SAME SONG OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND ALMOST SOBBED!!! Disclaimer(s): Almost pure angst for my favorite bird-man

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╚═════ Dire Crowley ════════════════════════════╝

🪶 The sound of birds chirping and leaves moving was something that Dire Crowley always heard as he walked around the now-empty Night Raven College

🪶 The year had finally ended, and the new first years were getting arranged to move into their dorms from wherever they were coming from. Meanwhile, their future Headmage was walking around with a sad expression

🪶 He tapped his shoe against the concrete sidewalk while his cane tapped against the ground in the opposite pattern. Click, Clack. Click, Clack.

🪶 Crowley looked up towards the starry sky and sighed, taking his hat off with his mask. This year was difficult to deal with... but everything else only made it harder for him to handle it

"Hey, Crowley! You heading home?" Crewel called out.

"Hm? Oh, yes! I shall soon! I'll close up the campus in a bit!" He answered.

"Alright. We'll see you next year." He said, walking towards the exit and towards his car.

🪶 Going back to his sad stance, looking at the sky, Crowley found his sight fogging up. A tear was preparing to fall from his cheek, how ironic! And as the tear fell down his cheek, he reached up and brushed it away, wetting the thumb of his glove in the process

"How funny. Me, Dire Crowley, Headmage of Night Raven College, crying in the empty courtyard. What a fall from grace."

🪶 Dire Crowley sighed before closing his eyes at the sky, wishing something in secret before walking away to go home for the vacation between years' ends and beginnings

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🪶 As the new students approached the building, Crowley smiled from his office window. His hat rested in his hands, the materials gripped tightly between his fingers

🪶 He eventually snapped out of his daze and walked to his desk, sitting behind it with a plop and a normal sigh of coziness coming from the comfortable cushioning of said furniture

🪶 Crowley looked up from his hat and noticed a picture frame on the desk. His eyes slightly widened as he stared deeper at the image taken years ago

🪶 As he laid the top-hat on the table, Crowley reached over and grabbed the framed-photograph. He then turned the object over and began the process of taking the paper-copied image out of its beautifully-carved-in frame

🪶 The delicate material was taken in his hand while he laid the object's cage to the side, next to his hat's position

🪶 Once again he turned the thing around, being saddened once more as he saw the inhabitants of the image standing there, happy smiles planted on their faces as they used magic to conjure up fireworks for the other people surrounding them at that time

🪶 Crowley blinked sadly, tears welling up in his eyes once more as memories took over his mind. From walking around the campus for the first time as the other figure danced around with the leaves surrounding them follow them as if they controlled the wind itself

🪶 The man then began to recall the sound of a slow song mixed with a small laugh while twirling that same shadow around, their long white dress standing out against the moonlit field around them, while the many guests danced in the distance

🪶 Why did that have to be a memory and not something he could reenact right then and there?

"I love you, my dear." He promised that night.

"I love you just as much."

"Always?"

"I love you, always."

🪶 Smiling at the fond memory, Crowley folded the photo gently back into the frame and laid it back to where it once was, gaining the motivation that he needed

🪶 Standing up and putting his hat back on, he walked towards his door before turning around to look at the single carving in his desk. The smile then enlarged as he read it, outwardly pledging his own promise before walking out

"I love you always as well... Y/N."

[allaboardsubmas]

Bound by Choice - Chapter 5

A/N: Been a hot second, but as always I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Pokemon (Black & White, All Media Types, Legends: Arceus)

Characters: Original Character, Kudari | Emmet, Nobori | Ingo

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary: Andy has always been afraid of pokemon and what it is that they’re able to do, which makes their life rather hard considering they’re twenty-two, live in Unova, and work in Nimbasa City; which is known as the battle capital of their region. Their closest friend and semi-adopted mother being a former gym battle leader also didn’t tend to help matters.

A panic attack on a subway car they thought was empty, however, leads to them meeting the infamous Subway Bosses and learning that pokemon, while terrifying, weren’t the monsters they had grown up believing them to be. Getting sucked up into the lives of the two Subway Bosses and their best friend Gym Leader Elesa might be even more terrifying than the pokemon, however.

AO3 Link: Bound by Choice

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Chapter 5 - Andy

“You are very, very lucky that I never throw anything out,” Andy said, arms crossed and wearing nothing but a tank top and some boxers as he stared down at his pokemon. The two of them were seated on the floor of his kitchenette with the little bug munching on some generic poke-pellets on a paper plate that Andy had once bought in order to feed Lenora’s Watchog when she had shadowed him for a week when he was sick. The food was luckily still in date, but there was only about a cup’s worth left. He would need to go shopping. Fuck. He would need to do a lot of things.

Andy took a breath and rubbed at his face, knocking his glasses off before he fumbled to catch them, wipe them off, and re-affix them to his face. The Joltik was chirping and Andy narrowed his eyes before he could help himself, “If that’s you laughing at me, then you’re going straight back to that crazy train conductor.”

The Joltik looked up at him, silent before his eyes did a little squint that made it look like he was smiling, little fang-like things doing a little wiggle and waving in the air and okay- Okay. That was actually really cute. “That’s not fair,” Andy muttered, shifting to lay on his stomach and stare at the small bug pokemon as it — he — began eating again. “That’s super not fair.”

Twenty-two years of being terrified to death of pokemon, but all it took was a fuzzy yellow bug smiling at him to make him feel even stupider than he ever had before. Thankfully, he was alone in his little studio, so the only one that could really judge him was the Joltik currently stuffing his face with almost out-of-date poke-pellets. 

“Alright,” Andy said, sitting back up and clapping his hands together. “Research. If I’m going to take care of you I can at least look up what I need to buy- And hey, lucky for you that’s kind of my job!” The Joltik squeaked — squeaked! — and Andy nodded as if answering a question. “Yeah, my job is data entry for the National Pokedex, so my whole job involves learning about pokemon. You know, one of those whole ‘try to work past my fear’ type things- Hm.” Ten minutes.

One night of sleep and ten minutes with his new pokemon and already he had become one of those crazy old lady type people who did nothing but talk to their pokemon like they were a person. Looking around his studio, and reassuring himself that he was alone, Andy looked back to the bug. The Joltik squeaked at him again. “You know what? At least I’m not talking to my stuffed pokebuddies again.”

Andy looked to where a dozen pokemon stuffed toys were scattered around his bed and couch. His sister and Lenora’s attempts to ‘make him less scared’ of pokemon had only ended up giving him an addiction to buying anything that was cute and soft. Damn them both. 

“Alright, little guy,” Andy sighed, standing up and heading for the couch and his laptop. “Let’s see what my top-notch researcher skills can do before I get hungry enough to go out and order something.”

Crashing onto the couch, Andy started by searching up Joltik in general, quickly looking up the most pressing matters and making mental notes as he discovered what he needed to. 

“Alright, so your arm-fang things are called pedipalps, and they’ll grow into something that looks more like arms when you get bigger or evolve,” Andy ‘explained’ as he watched his new Joltik scuttle around the couch, seeming to sniff things out- Could Joltik smell? A quick look showed yes, they did smell- And through the pedipalps! The more you know, Andy mused. “Also, apparently it is safe to give you batteries to suck on, but you’re not allowed to eat them. Sound good?”

Andy looked down to see the Joltik was now crawling up the couch- Nope, on his back, crawling on his back- Ah. Creepy. Creepy, creepy- Rubbing up against his cheek. The Joltk was rubbing against his cheek and making a cute little rumbling noise that had Andy melting. “Fuck. You’re hard to be scared of for more than a minute or two at a time, you know.” He got a chirp of acknowledgement, Andy unable to stop himself from mimicking the sound back as best he could. That earned him even more excited squeaking and chirping. “You’re so cute, dammit, I’m going to have to actually be thankful to that bastard train man if I ever see him again.” Huh.

He wondered if he ever would see those two again- Ingo and Emmet, if he was remembering the names right. The Subway Bosses. Dragons, how many people fought to reach them every day and Andy had just stumbled across them- Actually, they had stumbled across him while he was crying and having a panic attack. Not his best moment. Maybe he should thank those two with a gift card or something? He would at least thank Ingo. Ingo seemed nice. Maybe- Hm.

Squinting at the images of Joltiks on the screen, Andy looked to the one resting on his shoulder. In the pictures the bug pokemon was an electric yellow with blue eyes and leg tips — claw tips? Either way, his had purple eyes and claws and was a slightly different shade of yellow. Andy looked between his new pokemon and the pictures on his screen before blurting out a startled, “Fuck.”

His Joltik was shiny. Emmet had given him a shiny pokemon. Louder, with more emphasis, he repeated his, “Fuck.” 

He would need to bake a cake, now.

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“I’ve learned something about myself today,” Andy said seriously, waiting for Lenora to give him a speck of attention so he could continue his dramatics. He took the quick glance over at him as permission to continue. “I’m really bad when it comes to spoiling pokemon.” His Joltik, now resting in his hoodie pocket, let off sparks from where he was sucking on a rechargeable battery Andy had bought earlier in the day.

Lenora, for all her kindness and motherly affection, could be a cruel creature — as proven when she laughed in his face. “I take it you two are getting along well, then?”

“He’s so cute,” Andy complained, collapsing into the armchair in Lenora’s office at the museum and taking a moment to breathe when her Herdier gave a little bark of greeting from under the desk. Lenora’s pokemon were really good about greeting him quietly, which helped. It helped a lot. “And I’m finding it’s kind of hard to be afraid of a pokemon that’s smaller than the size of my hand.”

“Maybe we should have gotten you a Joltik years ago,” Lenora joked, Andy sensing the undercurrent of guilt there, as if she had anything to be guilty about.

“Definitely not,” Andy settled on, carefully petting Watchog when she came over to check on him. “I was even worse back then. It’s only ‘cause of you and these two that I’ve gotten as good as I am.” Watchog gave a soft croon under his touch, Andy feeling a little more of his fear chipped away. 

When he looked back up he saw Lenora’s look had gone softer, a smile on her face, “It did use to be worse, didn’t it?” Mm. Three years ago Lenora’s Herdier had run up to greet him and Andy had started crying. It definitely hadn’t been good. “Have I mentioned how proud I am of how far you’ve come?”

“Not today,” Andy snorted, shuddering as Joltik crawled out of his pocket and started scaling his arm. “Yep- Okay. Yeah, just- Getting used to that, still.” Lenora’s laughter made it a little amusing, at least. 

“You said you were spoiling him, then?” Oh! Oh, yeah! Andy sat up better to nod vigorously, even as he searched in one of the bags at his feet. 

“Yes. It’s awful, Lenora. I’ve spent way more than I thought I would because I wanted to get him some good food, you know? Joltiks don’t eat much in a day, so I wanted to get him something good quality, and then I picked up a few potions, because, you know. What if a wild pokemon attacks him? He’s so small- and then there was this cute little pokemon bed that had a train on it-” Alright. Lenora was laughing. That was fair.

“You sound like Emmet! That boy spoils all of his Joltiks, not to mention he’s even worse with his Galvantulas.” Emmet. That was right. Lenora knew them. “I still can’t believe those two… they have no sense of slowing down.”

“Full steam ahead?” Andy joked, laughing at Lenora’s dry look. “Sorry, it was right there. But you… know them. How long have you known them?” As he asked, he finally found what he was looking for, pulling out a few fresh berries that his little Joltik should like. Going by how he was scarfing them down, it seemed he did. 

“Oh, let’s see… I first met them when they were challengers on their journey, and that was when they were around twelve.” Twelve? Andy shot his head up, eyes wide. Lenora just laughed. “Those two didn’t know the meaning of staying still even back then. They probably would have started out sooner if their Uncle hadn’t tied them down.”

“So you were still running the gym, then?” The two had looked to be a little older than Andy, but not much. That meant they had challenged Lenora when she was still running the museum as a gym, too. Maybe Andy had seen their match since he had visited the museum a lot back in the day… although, he had avoided watching any gym battles. 

“I was! The gyms have changed a lot from the old days, and this was before those three triplets were running their own gym, so I ended up being first in the circuit a lot since I use normal types as well.” As Lenora explained, attention back on whatever she had been writing, Andy carefully snuck a few berries to her Watchog. When Lenora’s Herdier looked at him with wide eyes, Andy dug out more berries. “I’ve told you how gym battles work?”

“Yep,” Andy responded as normally as he could, freezing and feeling a bolt of fear as he held out berries to her Herdier. All of them were frozen, not moving until it was clear Lenora wasn’t going to look over. Yet. “Challengers don’t always need to win against a leader to get a badge, they just need to show that they understand their pokemon and have a good understanding of strategy. Winning is the quickest way to get one, though.”

“That’s right,” Lenora nodded, her Herdier scarfing the three berries down and then running to hide under the desk again. “It’s not often I faced challengers so young, back then, but those two… Ingo beat me in three rounds and Emmet in two with one pokemon a piece.” 

Andy snapped his head up at that, eyes wide because that was… impressive. That was impressive because Lenora wasn’t a pushover, and for that to be their first gym? And that was when they were twelve. No wonder they ran the Battle Facility at Gear Station- “Wait, so they’re really good at battles, okay, got that. How’d the whole train thing start?”

“If you ask me, pokemon battles come in second compared to their love of trains,” Lenora snorted, sharp and extremely amused. “Even back then they dressed like little conductors. They were so cute! All train lingo and gestures and matching outfits…” Lenora’s nostalgic smile dropped for something a little more tense. “And then they wiped the floor with us.” Ah. The look of a trainer’s destroyed ego. 

A few seconds passed before Lenora shook her head, looking back to him and his berry-stained hands. She raised an eyebrow, but decided to show some mercy. “Have you taken that little fella to the Pokemon Center to register him?” Ah. “Andy-”

“It was on the to-do list!” Andy defended himself, gathering his things together quickly as he stood up, his Joltik scuttling from shoulder to shoulder depending on how he moved. “C’mon, little guy, pick a shoulder and stick there, I know you can.” A few seconds passed, the Joltik staying still on his right shoulder. “Thank you.” 

“Make sure you get a full health report when you go in,” Lenora lectured, Andy nodding as he made sure he had everything, Lenora’s Watchog getting the door for him. “And get a Trainer ID while you’re there, that way he’s registered to legally use his moves in battle or in case something happens while you’re in the city. And don’t forget to see if he has all his shots! And-!”

“Goodbye, Lenora,” Andy cut in with a laugh he couldn’t stop. “I’ll see you for my shift tomorrow!” Rushing out of the library, and shouting a quick greeting to Hawes, Andy glanced at his Joltik at his little chirp. “I work in Nimbasa during the week, but on Sundays I volunteer at the museum and help Lenora, mostly with tours and the de-extinction program she runs.” Andy had made his peace with the fact that apparently he was the type to converse with his pokemon like they were a fully fledged person asking him what he did for work.

“Okay, we’ll drop these off, grab a bite to eat, and then I’ll take you straight to the Pokecenter!” Thankfully, since Nacrene City was a decent size and had at one point been home to a gym, there was a Pokecenter right in the middle of town. It was a building Andy had never gone in except maybe once or twice and it took more effort than it should have to force himself into the building once he was finally in front of it. 

“Welcome!” The Nurse Joy at the counter called out in greeting, Andy staring at her before attempting his own greeting.

“Does your name have to be Joy to work here or do you change it once you get the job?” Andy slapped a hand to his face, so beyond grateful that he seemed to be the only one in the main lobby at the moment and that the only ones to witness his shame was the Nurse Joy and his new Joltik. 

Luckily, blessedly, Nurse Joy laughed, Andy peeking through his hand to see she was smiling, “Actually, the ‘Joy’ is a part of the title. It’s easier for younger kids to remember when they’re on their journeys and makes each Pokecenter feel safe and familiar!” Oh. That was… kind of sweet and even a little cute, actually. “Speaking of, do your pokemon need healing today?” Okay. He could do this.

“Sort of. I’m, uh, not really a trainer, but I just got this little guy and he needs to be registered,” Andy explained, walking up to the counter and gently prying Joltik off his shoulder and setting him on the counter. 

“Of course, I can help you with that no problem,” Nurse Joy smiled, looking down at her computer as she began to type. “Can you give me your name and date of birth?” Andy did so, glancing down to cut the little bug off when he started trying to scuttle off the counter and back onto him. “Hm, I don’t see you in our system… Have you ever registered a pokemon before?”

Ah, and here came the embarrassment. “Not, uh- Not really.” Nurse Joy looked up at him, Andy ready to grab his Joltik and flee out the door to never be seen again due to his shame when she simply smiled. 

“That’s alright, I can get you set up right now. Would you like to register for a full Trainer ID?” There was no way it was that easy, right? Some part of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, Nurse Joy smiling. “In the Kanto region children go on their journeys at ten. The usual age here is around fifteen and sixteen, but the minimum requirement is twelve. We try to make it simple.”

“Oh,” Andy said softly, thinking back for a moment to old, familiar words from his mother, lecturing him because, You can’t trust anyone who helps with that Gym Challenge. Not the leaders, not the trainers, and not even those nurses. They’re all eager to rush children like you into danger! They make it so complicated and hard to understand and then kids get hurt!

Andy swallowed, shaking the thoughts off and aiming for a smile, “Yeah, actually, a full Trainer ID would, uh, that’d be good.” 

“Alright, while I get started on that, if you could return your Joltik to their pokeball then I’ll get them checked out and registered.” 

Overall, it wasn’t as complicated and hard to understand as he thought it’d be. It took about half an hour to get through everything, but soon enough Andy was looking at a printed out version of his ID and a quick page summary of his Joltik and what he could do. Even Nurse Joy seemed surprised. 

“Wow! Still on his first level and already he knows so many moves as well as Cross Poison. Someone must have worked very hard to breed this little one!” Cross Poison. Andy knew that move after having registered it at work one day. It was not a move a Joltik naturally knew, as far as he was aware. “Have you decided on a name for him?”

“A name?” Andy blinked because that- He should not have just realized he had not yet named his Joltik. Then again, he had been a little caught up on ruminating on just how many cakes he now owed Ingo and Emmet for giving him a shiny Joltik with Cross Poison. “I, uh- Can I think on it a while longer?”

“Of course! You can register his name from your personal device, as well, whenever you’re ready to decide. Until then, is there anything else you need help with?” 

“No,” Andy said after a moment of thought. “I think we’ll be good.” The Joltik gave a sudden jump, sparking a little as if in agreement before settling back down. It was as startling as it was adorable. “Alright, little guy, we’re going, we’re going. Thanks for all your help, Nurse Joy!”

“Of course! Have a good day and we hope to see you again!” Waving goodbye, Andy quickly left the Pokecenter, glad he was able to get out before any traveling trainers had emerged with their pokemon. Andy was just fine dealing with his Joltik. He’d rather not look over and see a giant Onix in his face anytime soon, as far as he was concerned. 

“Okay. Okay, that wasn’t so bad,” Andy mumbled to himself, looking back down to the sheet of paper in his hand. “I really should have tried to give you back, I think,” Andy said softly, reading over the moves of Cross Poison, String Shot, Spider Web, and Leech Life. “This is the type of set up battlers use, isn’t it?”

The Joltik gave off a few sparks, nuzzling at the spot between Andy’s shoulder and neck and sending him laughing before he could stop himself. When he managed to hold the little guy still after shoving away the paper and his Trainer ID into his bag, he was still giggling even as he pouted, “Okay, okay! You made your point. I’m stuck with you and you’re stuck with me.”

Andy stared at the pokemon in his hands, hardly more than five inches long and not even two pounds and yet already knowing a powerful poison move. “Jeez… a bug type with a poison move. You’re everything she told me to be afraid of.” The Joltik twitched his little fangs — pedipalps — and Andy tried for a smile. “My mom was… complicated.” Silent, he shook his head. “I should be scared of you. You’re a bug type with a poison move. You’re supposed to be terrifying, and dangerous, and everything else she told me.”

Instead he was warm. He was warm and soft and when Andy looked at him he remembered a steady voice asking if he was alright and a lively voice telling him a stupid pun. “You know you won’t ever be doing any battling with me, right? I can’t even handle a stray Purrloin walking by me without getting scared, so if you’re here to battle… It’s like I told you last night. It won’t work.”

The Joltik nuzzled at his thumb, eyes squinting up as he made more of those rumbling little chirrups that were almost like purrs. Andy blew a puff of air down at him. “Alright, no need to be so smug, you made your point. On to more important matters, we should really think of a name for you-”

Barking. Loud barking was cracking through the air and Andy shot his head up to see a Herdier running straight for him, not slowing down and Andy had seen what Herdiers could do and Lenora’s had the power to take out fully grown pokemon bigger than humans so what could one do to him- 

Tripping. The Herdier was tripping over the sudden appearance of white string around its legs before it was falling to the ground and coming to a stop. Andy couldn’t do anything but stare because he realized that wasn’t white string. That was webbing. That was the move String Shot. 

Andy looked down to his hands, still cupped and held in front of him, to see his Joltik was puffed up and giving off sparks as it squeaked down at the Herdier, who started whining softly. It looked like the little guy was lecturing the other pokemon. 

“Okay,” Andy said when the lecturing seemed to stop. “No battling, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see just what all it is you can do.” Starting to walk again, heart pounding and racing in some mix of terror and relief, Andy took a breath. “You’re also getting a lot of batteries when we get home.”

The squeaking was adorable. The uncontrolled sparks that had him fighting to not drop the little guy were less so.

[nyxmisfortune]

HIHIi was wondering if you would be willing to write for avian!reader and Moth!Mumbo where reader lets mumbo preen their wings and Mumbo realizes preenings are usally done by partners or close family and He confronts reader about it which leads to a sappy confession.

Also could i be feather anon

-🪶 

Broken feathers and love confessions 💐🍄

Paring-Moth!Mumbo Jumbo x Avian!Reader 

Warnings-None

Summary-When you fall from a tree, your wings get dirty and Mumbo offers to preen them for you

Notes-This is my first request, and I'm glad it’s for Mumbo, He’s my favorite little guy :]. (And yes you can be feather anon!)

You had fallen from a tree, getting your wings dusty and some feathers broken and torn from where the branches grabbed at them. You had shaken out most of the leaves and thanked whatever god you believed in that they hadn’t broken.

On your way home you ran into Mumbo. “Oh! Good afternoon Y/n. Wait a moment, what happened to your wings?” He questions pointing at the stick you had yet to remove. “I fell out of a tree. I haven’t gotten a chance to preen them yet.” You say, and pull out the stick, leaving it on the ground. “I could do it for you.” He smiles

You pause. Did he know what exactly that entails? You assumed Grian or one of the other winged Hermits had told him, but he clearly didn’t know, right? You shook your thoughts away and answered “That would be really helpful actually, thank you.” He didn’t need to know.

Of course, Mumbo has his own wings but they weren’t the kind that needed to be preened. They’re the wings of a moth, more specifically a red cinnabar moth. You think they’re lovely and look great even if they tear like paper.

He set you down on a stool once you got to your house. You spread out your wings and he holds one up, sitting behind you and plucking out the sticks from your wings. Your brain starts going fuzzy, and you lightly chirp. You can hear Mumbo laugh.

Once he had finished you quickly left, your face red and your head looking down at the ground. Maybe you wouldn't have let him if you knew Grian had plans to go to Mumbo’s base that same day.

Grian flew into Mumbo’s front door, thinking it was open. He regained his balance and stood back up. He opens the door and walks in only to see Feathers on the ground. “Hey Mumbo, Why are there feathers on the ground?” He questions, picking up the feather. “Y/n asked me to preen her wings earlier,” Mumbo says “I just haven’t finished cleaning up.”

Grian stops moving. “Mumbo you don’t know what that means do you?” Mumbo simply shakes his head. “Well, preening is usually saved for close family and well… Lovers.” Mumbo looks shocked and doesn’t speak for a couple of moments “I- I need to go talk to Y/n”

You don’t realize Mumbo had been walking toward you until he says your name “Y/n.” You whip around to look at him “Yes?” “So Grian stopped by my base today.” Oh god. Grian told him, didn’t he? You just nod. “He found your feathers on the floor and he told me something.” Fuck.

“So he told you.” You ask. Mumbo nods. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I truthfully thought you wouldn’t ever find out.” You mumble. “I was bound to find out eventually.” Mumbo grabs your hands “Now, do you have something to tell me?” You nod “I like you. I really really do.” Mambo smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead “I like you too.”

[butcheranons]

hey im new! there’s no pressure to write this but haven’t been able to get this scenario out of my head:

a young c!philza’s first time where he can’t hold back his bird brain from chirping, purring, chest rumble, the need to breed, etc. and just praising gn!reader so much because it feels so good and you’re touching him everywhere with experienced hands until he’s shooting blanks and completely exhausted

also can i be 🪶 anon?

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply! (When you said no pressure… I took it too far OTL)

I’m not too good with this dynamic but I did my best!!!

Welcome to our charming little whorehouse, 🪶 nonnie!!!

Phil just couldn't help his instincts, his throat would erupt in feral, guttural growls, primal urge to knead at your skin taking over, your usually logical and collected lover has shown you a totally different side. With glossy eyes, swollen lips, Phil would nuzzle on your neck, teeth nibbling on your skin, relishing on his marks of possession,his pretty mate. Just for him, oh, so pretty.

Your hands seem to blindly know each and every spot that sends an electrical current through every bone in his body, driving him absolutely insane. Gods, his chest would look so appetising! Pale white skin, translucent and dotted with pale green veins, his feathers gleaming under the soft bedroom lights.

With peppered kisses along his collarbones, you smile against his squirming chest. Phil mewls so beautifully with parted lips in a perfect 'O', his wings jump under each of your touches, feathers ruffling softly against the linen.

You seem to know his every weak spot, glistening lips dripping in a mix of saliva and semen, while your tongue is around him, your hands are scratching ate his chest, toying with his nipples, earning yourself shy, hoarse moans. It's not long before he's nearing his nth climax of the night.but he can't help but hold back, against his every instinct, he must come in you, must not let his seed waste, must fill you up,make sure it takes.

"need to come in you, my love " how could you tell him no?

You squeeze him so tight he groans, nails scratching at your waist, rutting into your hips with such desperation, breathy praises escaping his lips. "So good, made just for me. Taking me no well."

Your name drips from his lips like a prayer.

" Will look so good carrying our chicks,”

(ps: im so sorry i’m terrible at answering asks TT i’ll get to all of them in the morning i promise do not hate me)

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Alright, we all know about animalistic ears and tails as a part of omegaverse universe. But what about birds features? Like wings, feathers and stuff? What if darling was more of a bird than a typical mammal? I honestly think this is highly underrated.

Underrated indeed. Here is my take:

I feel like I just wrote some Bojack Horseman meets Hetalia-type stuff…. Also, I’m pretty sure that's a cursed sentence.

🪶Bird Feathers 🪶 Some people in this universe will have feathers attached from their shoulders to their wrists. This does allow them to fly and does not hinder them from being able to maneuver in a crowded city. If born with this feature or they had their DNA spliced together with the DNA of their desired species. If they are born with feathers, then they will grow with them. (I.E., As a baby, you will have natal plumage, toddler, through adolescence will have juvenile plumage, adult- subadult plumage, and so on.)

Option 2: for bird feathers on their back like an angel of sorts and the wings aging with them rule still applies here.

Option 3: You can have a bird tail of any bird species except for men, and men only in this universe can be Peacocks. They will have the full mesmerizing teal tail that fans out behind them like a billowing cape. All in the Omegaverse can be hypnotized by these birds, and no class in the Omegaverse is immune. So this is one of the reasons why they’re massively culled in society, and only the upper echelons of Alpha’s can have them. ONLY.

To answer your last question:

If a darling were more like a bird than a human, then they would only exist in the forest, a bird trainer/breeder would have them, or unethical practices would be happening in a hush-hush underground market for many nefarious reasons.

They would also have to rely on chirps and melodies that only their species of bird can understand. However, some birds do branch out and communicate with other bird species. They either learn the language melodies or create new dialects using relatively common sounds in pre-existing melodies, or on occasion, they do make new ones up.

Smaller than the average A/B/O. Typically darlings like this are bred for their ethereal beauty that fills a room with colorful hues and divine melodies that can put massive of people out within minutes. This is useful when there is a city full of beings that struggle to contain their primal urges and quell some of the only whispered-about uprisings that spring up on some blue moons now and again.

Speak aloud to the evils that exist, and you’ll become a prime target in the upper Alpha’s blood sport.

[macaw-squawks]

What program do you use to make moodboards?

Honestly I just use ibis paint lol- I made a grid for each one, and then just import the photos into it :D since I could never figure out any other apps, but I already knew how to use ibis-

- mod macaw 🦜

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aaaa tysm!! i love it!!!

one small thing that i might request to change is maybe like some eyes for the eldritch bit? if that makes sense?? no pressure ofc!!! i love it anyway!!!

-🌂

Ofc! Edited the post now to include more eldritch eyes instead :D

[macaw-squawks]

have u done five xfohv or brightney dw??

So far we haven't made any moodboards for those specific characters/medias, but we can 100% make em if you'd like anything for em! :D

[macaw-squawks]

hai! quick frienly reminder that "femme" refers to feminine lesbians, you would use "fem" to refer to other feminine things such as "fem names" ! ^^

Thanks for the reminder anon! Unsure if we've made that mistake in the past (I went through the name request tag and couldn't find any instances, but then again I haven't got my glasses XD) but if we have, then I can promise we'll try not to in the future!

- mod macaw 🦜

[macaw-squawks]

Hey Macaw? Can we ask for promos for not-request things? I’m trying to get a commission for something <:3

🕊️ / @digital-halo

Ofc! Just reblogged the post for ya :>

[macaw-squawks]

just wanted to say ur really cool and everyone who has ever known you and will ever know you are so incredibly lucky. you enrich the lives of everyone around you and make a positive difference everywhere you go. -🌌🦊

Mr fox, I'm already sobbing again :'((( /vpos

HAVE THIS DOODLE AND BEGONE /aff

[macaw-squawks]

Heya, macaw back again! Thanks to everyone sending in asks welcoming me back, I'm glad to be back honestly lol

Also! Gonna use this chance to say: new option available for requests! Ofc there's the already existing moodboard, stimboard, outfit board, name/pronouns req and user boxes. But may I introduce you to,,, 🥁🥁🥁

Doodles!!

Aka, I'll do my best to doodle what you look like! Or just any general doodles you'd like :3 (Provided I get all the details for it ofc)

Gonna be pretty picky with them, (like VERYYY picky) and probably do like. One a week MAX lmao. But!!! The option is still there, and there's no harm in asking! I can do this for therians, kins, fictives, C'links, anything!

Feel free to send in an ask about this now, since they're open!

[macaw-squawks]

Quick announcement!

Introducing,,, 🥁🥁🥁 mod 🐈‍⬛️ cryptid!

I was starting to get a lil overwhelmed with all the requests, so I've enlisted the help of my good good friend cryptid! Keep in mind though that they don't do the same requests as me, so any userboxes, outfit boards etc will be done solely by me :>

You may request one specific mod (🐈‍⬛️cryptid/🦜macaw) to do your request, but keep in mind that it may not be guaranteed ^^'

- Mod Macaw 🦜

[macaw-squawks]

WOO, INBOX IS EMPTYYYYY

for now lmao /silly aff

Let's see how long it takes for another request to pop in XD

Also,, been considering adding more options for things people can request, but I'm not too sure what else to add. Anyone got any ideas? /nfta

[macaw-squawks]

Quick notice; may take another soft break from the blog. I might pop in to answer questions and the odd ask here and there, but who knows lol- inbox is still open tho! I'll just get round to ot later

(Aka chronic pain n fatigue go brrrrrr so yknow. Temp break time! :D)