#chirps and yips

[aviancanine]

I see a lot of posts talking about how some therians or alterhumans feel like humanity robbed them of their true nature and true life, but I really feel like the opposite! I feel like I’ve been robbed of my humanity. It’s not that I want the therianthropy to go away, but it feels like another thing that’s been put upon me, and among other reasons for it a longing for the person I could’ve been. I think that’s a hard thing to grapple with as an alterhuman from trauma.

Just wanted to put a different perspective out there.

[aviancanine]

I have urges to destroy objects with my claws, chew on a lot of furniture or unsafe things, pull apart things with my beak, and run & destroy anything I’m in contact with when I’m distressed.

ALTERHUMANS I AM SUMMONING YOU

let's start a chain

everyone reblog with your alterhuman toxic trait

mine is that I forget that I'm not actually the size of a cat, which usually ends up with me stuck in a box

[rabidbatboy]

SPECIFIC SUBVOCAL FLAGS: based on this (link) flag and definition. intended to be used by misceanimalis who exhibit specific subvocal sounds, but use as you please

growl | purr | trill squeak | chirp | hiss yip | bark | meow

TAGGING: @omegai @omegarchive

🧼 ——— FLAG COINED BY ME

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) house proudly carries giselle in a body carrier whenever he brings her in. doesn't even care how it makes him look. it's the easiest way to get around AND have his pup with him at all times given his disability, therefore everything else is considered null. and he'll just go about his day as usual besides when she pipes up with a yip to let him know she's hungry, to which he reflexively responds to (usually a 'mrrr' that tells her he's heard her)

[aviancanine]

1. Alterhuman, therian, & otherkin

2. Osprey, wolf, coyote, & feline

3. I think the strongest experiences I’ve had that can definitely be described as shifts is whenever I’m distressed. I feel like I need to scrabble & tear & escape, or bite and pull and claw any threats. I’m trying to be more open with myself whenever I feel happier animal behavior and allow myself to express it but it’s difficult! I don’t have any cameo shifts.

4. It’s like an ever present thing in the background (unless I have a shift) and can finally come out when I’m alone and online. It’s a part of what makes me feel very disconnected to other humans.

5. I’m….. mixed. I think it depends on what section of alterhumanity you are and what circles you’re in. As a therian I think that community focuses a lot on a specific way therianthropy presents (even tumblr you’re not exempt) and it’s been hard accepting that I am a therian and that I belong.

6. Talking with other therians! I can just be alterhuman and just be weird, no one asks questions and I don’t have to explain myself.

7. I think so! It’s a lot different from my gender dysphoria where I feel like things are wrong, my spieces dysphoria isn’t very severe and it feels like the absence of things that I feel should be there. It’s empty. It’s sadder.

8. I am that young alterhuman that just awakened! 👋

9. I don’t have any gear right now but I’d really like some colored contacts, fake fangs, ears, tail, & wings especially.

10. It’s definitely mostly a combination of neurodivergence, imprinting, trauma, & mental illness, & it’s a way my brain uniquely developed to cope as a child. I did always LOVE animals as a kid though and definitely gravitated more towards my types to begin with, so I don’t know there!

(I do NOT know who to tag and it’s likely most folks have already done this anyways 😬)

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[sysig]

Sizing chart of cute: One Size Fits All (Patreon)

[canineical]

BTW ! if you have a tag for your original posts/etc, please comment them !! i'm following only those tags so i can actually see and reply to people's posts separately from other fun tumblr stuff

[fagdykevash]

WAITER!!! more catboys on my screen please :3

[aviancanine]

It also ignores all of the alterhumans, human+, human fictotypes, partially human, etc members of our community, I see that forgotten a lot! There’s a reason I tend to use alterhuman more than nonhuman, I’m still human to a degree/parts of me are still human. Misanthropy directly invalidates my experiences.

humans are animals too and are valuable members of the ecosystem! no being is inherently good or evil ⭐️🌼

please enjoy these posters i made playing around with dual tone :} all images are creative commons from unsplash!

[thewildwaffle]

Friend Shaped

The professor clacked his beak sharply three times in the front of the room. The students, around 40 individuals, and many species from across the galactic arm hushed almost immediately. “Welcome back, class. The day for your first planet-side mission to Nemulon 3 is fast approaching, and we've still got a lot of safety training to cover, so let's get started.” The professor stepped aside to allow a projection to display against the board behind him. A picture of a blue, green, and gray planet shone brightly against the dark tapestry of space. Nemulon 3 had been discovered deca-orbits ago but offered a wide variety of biomes that were the perfect blend of challenging and safe to train new recruits to the Galactic Alliance’s Exploration Fleet. “Today we're covering some alien fauna you may encounter while conducting exploratories. Most are small enough that they won't pose much of an issue, but we do have a few category 5 lifeforms that you need to be aware of.” The display behind the professor changed from an image of Nemulon 3 from orbit to a chart topped by 5 images with their respective labels: karindru, oold, dini-dini, barintuna, and great lavalen. Before the professor could start in on the next part of his lecture, a voice spoke out from the middle of the classroom.“That looks like a dog.” The professor stood with his beak half open. He was certainly not used to being interrupted, let alone this early in the lesson. “A what?” He finally choked out. There was a pause as if the offending student was thinking better about drawing more attention to themselves before slowly putting their hand up in the air. It was a human. Cadet Valentina, if the attendance role had been accurate. “I said it… it looks like a dog.” Human Valentina inhaled as if gathering the courage to say more. “They're a carnivorous canine species on earth that humans domesticated thousands of cycles ago and selectively bred to be pets.” The professor’s beak closed with a snap and some of the features near the base of his neck ruffled slightly. “Nemulon 3 is 47 light years away from Earth. Any similarities between each planet’s fauna is purely coincidental, a product of parallel evolution.” The human bowed her head and said nothing else, so the professor continued. “Now, for many of you of larger stature, a single karindru might not pose much of a threat, but their real danger comes from their numbers. They live, travel, and hunt in packs. Thankfully, their method of communicating with each other in their packs are quite loud, so you will hear them long before you see them, and hopefully, before they see you. Typically you’ll hear anything from yipping, chirping, and howling.” “Kind of like coyotes.” The professor stopped and stared at the human again, feathers ruffling once again. “Another kind of canine species back home,” Valentina offered quietly. If the professor was capable of growling, he might have been tempted to at that moment. Instead, he sighed slowly. “I can assure you, trying to get close to these will likely end with your injury or death.” “Well, that's what ancient humans thought about wolves too, but then we bred them into dogs and now they’re our best friends.” “Karindru are not, nor are any native creatures on this planet, your friend. Not now, not ever.” The professor turned sharply back to the board. The entire class was dead silent. Few even dared to breathe. It was quiet enough, in fact, to hear the human mumble under their breath, “If not friend, then why friend-shaped?”

The human was promptly given detention and assigned extra homework of writing “I will not try to domesticate any native fauna on Nemulon 3” one hundred times by hand.

[aviancanine]

I really wish I felt like I would get something out of quads, vocals, and similar but I’ve always felt like trying to do them would make me more dysphoric. I wouldn’t be able to sustain a howl like I should, I would have to take too many breaths. My back legs are too much longer than my front, I wouldn’t be able to pace like I should. I couldn’t keep my head up enough. My voice couldn’t go as high as it should as a coyote. I can’t snarl or rumble like I should. I don’t even know how I would attempt to call like I should be able to as an osprey. I can’t jump or leap. It’d just suck and remind me of all my limitations.

[moonlightsolo]

I send so many requests hahahaa

Feel like it would be SO cute if you’re out in the forest and you find a thanator pup lost and abandoned but it clings on to so you adopt it. Then Neteyam is like how wtf??? But he lets you keep it despite his concerned reaction and it becomes your pet :,)

CUUUUUUTE!!! & i love every request you make pls don’t stop sending them (i promise i’ll get to every one even if i’m slow)

“c’mon ‘teyam!! let’s go!” you cry out to your boyfriend. his large four-fingered hand is clasped in your two tiny ones as you attempt to tug him forward.

he’s staring down at you with a playful annoyed look, not budging from his spot planted in the dirt.

“pleeeeeeaaaaase! i wanna go see them! we don’t have to get close, i just wanna look! they’re so cute!” your voice whines, which makes his ears flick from the sound.

neteyam grimaces from your squeaky voice and plants a large hand on top of your head, “okay, okay fine. just don’t whine like that again.” he laughs with a shake of his head.

he turns his hand in yours to grasp your tiny fist tightly in his palm to lead you farther into the jungle, “come on, ma yawntutsyìp.”

the little nickname makes your heart warm in your chest. his little loved one.

“thank you! thank you! thank you!” you exclaim excitedly with the biggest grin on your face.

your tall blue boyfriend looks down at you in awe from your excitement. he smiles because he is the one that made you feel this way— he loves when you’re happy.

the tall na’vi boy bends down to your height, allowing you to hop on his back so he could climb the trees without you falling behind. he hops from branch to branch, which makes you squeal out in fear and also from the adrenaline. he’s just so quick, and knows exactly where to grab and plant his feet.

neteyam slows down as he nears a sunny clearing below. he sinks down to his stomach to crawl forward to the edge, his wide eyes darting around to examine the area. his new position lets you slide off of his back onto the branch next to him, to crawl forward and lean over the side too.

your eyes instantly spot a homemade nest in the shadows, big enough for a few thanators to rest in. “where are they?” your voice whispers out to him.

“patience…” he breathes out quietly into the warm air, sending a cheeky smirk your way. you roll your eyes at him, which just makes him smirk more.

how must you be patient when you’ve been waiting all season for this? through the mating season, and through the gestation period, and now finally the calfs are born!

you keep your eyes trained on the sunny patch of grass, looking around the perimeter of trees for the mother thanator; or even any sign of the babies.

you looooove babies— and when they come in cute forms, like little alien creatures from pandora, you somehow love them even more.

rustling to the side makes your eyes dart to the shadows as a large black cat-like figure emerges from the brush. it’s the mother, and she’s dragging food back to her babies.

she drops the meat in the center of the field, before calling out to her babies with a rumbling, clicking noise.

sudden chirps grow louder as a dozen of baby thanators emerge from the nest. yipping, and growling as they feast on the meat of the animal their mother hunted.

neteyam watches you as your face brightens from the sight of the babies you’ve been waiting so long for. you could do without the blood, and the guts, but it’s so fascinating to you.

as a human on a foreign planet, surrounded by the most fascinating flora and creatures, you feel in your element; you belong here.

one at a time, the babies retreat back into the safety of their nest to leave their mother with the leftovers. she quickly eats the rest of the carcass, before crawling into the next with her children. her large head sticks out to patrol the area with her eyes, protectively.

“oh my god, neteyam. that’s so amazing.” you breathe out, almost breathless from the experience. he smiles at you from the side, his hand comes up to rub the top of your head.

sometimes he doesn’t understand why you get so excited over the animals on pandora, but he knows it’s because you didn’t grow up here like him.

“the circle of life can be prrrretty fascinating.” he chuckles, and goes to stand up in the tree. he stays slightly crouched from the branches above his head. his attention is undivided now, only staring at you.

“wanna go back now?” he watches how your shoulders drop slightly, “we can come back— don’t worry.” he adds with a chuckle.

“yeah, we can go.” you sigh in defeat, sliding behind his back to climb onto him, “wanna go find some of your favorite fruit?” neteyam offers as his hands wrap around your thighs, once they wrap around his waist.

he wants to get your mind off of the animals for a little bit, and he knows exactly where the tree is planted in the jungle, “ooh yes!” you exclaim happily with a giant grin.

neteyam grins from your response and takes off in a sprint once he’s sure you’re secured on his back. he leaps between the giant trees, before leaping off of a branch to grab ahold of a vine.

you squeal loudly with barking laughter as it feels as if you’re free falling in the air, until his feet hit the ground. he lets you down easily by swinging you off his back with one hand strongly grasping your behind.

a flush settles on your chest, and heat rises in your chest from his hand on your ass. it isn’t uncommon for him to grab your body, but it always makes you flustered every single time.

neteyam can’t help but swoop down to peck your lips, before standing back up to his full height. his hands grasps yours to lead you through the vegetation. he bends underneath fallen logs while you can continue to stand up straight from your height. it humors you how tall your boyfriend is.

your eyes almost sparkle as you spot the brightly colored tree covered in round pink fruits. the colors are almost flourescent from the sunset growing nearer.

before you could even reach the tree, something to your side rustles in the brush. you and neteyam halt in your spot to try and find where the noise came from.

your body jolts when a soft cry echoes from the bush, and neteyam instinctively slides in front of you for protection.

before you could even try to leave, a small body tumbles from the bush and waddles up to neteyam’s feet.

“what is it?!! what is it?!” you hide your face in his back, covering your face with your hands.

neteyam almost laughs at how ironic this is, “a thanator… a baby.” he coos as he bends down to its level, but the baby lets out a menancing hiss.

“woah, woah.” neteyam backs up slightly, pushing you farther behind him. if the baby would charge at you both, he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick it into the jungle for your own safety.

“a what?!” you shriek, and push him out of the way to look in front of him. you barely push him though, he honestly just moves out of the way for you.

once you see the sleek black skin of the thanator baby, you instantaneously drop to your knees in front of it. “hi! oh my gosh you’re so cute!” you softly squeal at it.

the baby cowers back toward the bush, it’s little legs shake as it hisses weakly at you. “don’t worry, buddy. i promise i’m not mean. are you hurt?” you ask if it would actually answer you.

neteyam really doesn’t understand how you think the babies are cute, he actually finds them quite terrifying and kind of ugly.

the baby whines as it’s eyes worriedly dart between you and the na’vi boy behind you, “‘teyam, back up!” you hush at him through your teeth.

your boyfriend feels overly protective over you right now, but he obliges and takes a step back. you intently watch how the animal takes a hesitant step toward you, it’s body still trembling in fear.

“it’s okay.” your soft tone soothes the child as it draws closer to you.

neteyam’s hand rests on the handle of his blade, ready to step forward at any given moment if the thing attacks you. his brain clouds with confusion as the predator climbs into your lap and curls up into a ball.

his hand drops from his sheathed knife as his eyes take in what just happened. your small hand gently carressss the top of the baby’s head as it lays in the crook of your legs.

“are you serious?” he mumbles out in shock, but still smiles at the scene in front of him.

“i can’t believe this is happening right now.” you breathe out shakily and look up at neteyam towering over you.

“i cannot explain how confused i am.” he replies, his big round eyes are somehow even wider as he gawks.

a crack of thunder in the sky makes the baby shake even harder, and whine quietly under its heavy breathing. “we have to take it back with us.”

“are you crazy? we can’t do that.” neteyam shakes his head in disagreement. there’s no way his parents would allow him to bring such a predator into the village. he would be lectured for who knows how long.

“well, we can’t just leave it out here by itself!” you retaliate with a stern voice. you know, that you would never be able to live with yourself if you left this poor animal to fend for itself.

“it’s almost as big as you, my love. how will you take care of it?” he points out, which is very true.

“i have to. i won’t be able to live with my decision to leave her out here in the storm by herself…” you trail off as you scratch behind her ears. the animal purrs in your lap, making you grin.

“okay, fine. come on. we gotta get back to camp before the storm hits us.” neteyam sighs as he watches you stand up with the heavy creature in your arms. he can tell you’re struggling a bit, but you still have the biggest smile on your face.

“you alright?” he asks with a little chuckle, and eyes you suspiciously, “yes, i’m good! let’s go!” you chirp and start walking past him, but he stays in his spot and keeps an eye on you.

“my ikran is this way.” neteyam points the opposite way you’re walking, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you don’t know what would happen to you if you didn’t have him to be your personal GPS.

“let’s go.” you march past him, with a roar coming from the baby thanator.

neteyam watches you confidently walk forward with a little chuckle, shaking his head at you. he watches your tiny body walk farther away from him, letting his eyes wander over your backside.

he can’t understand how or why the baby thanator attached itself to you, a human, instead of a na’vi. he’s not even sure if a thanator would trust one of his people.

you’ve opened his eyes to entire new world, his own world. he doesn’t understand how you work, but all he knows is that you’re his.

this little human is all his, and somehow you seem as if you’re even more connected to his world than him; and he loves you even more for it.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I can imagine a tired dad Husk with his three little kits clinging onto him. Like their claws are embedded in his fur and they’re looking at him with them big ol eyes. Their claws hurt but goddamnit he’ll tolerate it just to make them happy

A/n: HELP! THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE.

Was he tired? Yes, of course he was fucking tired. He was exhausted. If his kits weren't clinging to you then they were clinging to him.

He wasn't mad at that fact of course, how could he ever be mad at his adorable little kids. He just wished that it didn't hurt so much.

His two son's were clinging desperately to his back as they let out tiny little chirps. One, he didn't know which was starting to climb up his back. One tiny little talon sinking into his wing. Husk tensing as a deep hiss escaped his throat.

"Careful..." trying not to scold his son, his paw came up to his chest to cradle his daughter. Her big eyes looking up at him. Despite how much it hurt he couldn't complain. Not when he had the love of his kits.

Besides, you always found away to take care of him, to make him feel good.

"Come on, let's go see your ma! Your little eye's isn't gonna affect me. You three need to sleep."

A choir of yips echoed around him, their tiny little claws sinking deeper into him as they buried themselves into his fur.

"Ya, ya, I hear ya."

Hearing a small giggle, he craned his neck nearly groaning deeply as he spotted you. "What are you giggling about."

Humming, you shrugged your shoulders stepping close to Husk. "Just the cutest thing in hell."

Rolling his eyes, Husk adverted your gaze as he kept a grin on his face. "Hmp...the only cute things are you and the kits."

"Well that we can agree on."

[denning-alpha]

A/B/O and Misce behavior: Romping

What is romping? Romping is a common nonsexual play behavior exhibited by most people in the ‘verse (and by many Misce folks as well!). It is most prevalent in young people, but the behavior doesn’t stop until the person is simply too old to romp anymore. Romping is silly, fun playtime, where two or more members of the same pack engage in energetic activity, such as running together, wrestling, jumping around, and even swimming together if the participating pack members can swim.

Romping behavior starts as a very young child, somewhere between crawling and full walking. Litter mates will roll around together, nipping at each other and rubbing their faces and necks together. As pups get older, romping evolves into running, wrestling, jumping around and on each other, and making friendly and playful vocalizations. This behavior subsides as the child grows into a teenager, but comes back stronger once again as they get older and become full fledged pack members. The reason for this is quite unknown, but it’s possible that teens may still be in their “awkward” stage where they’re trying to find their place in the world and the pack. They may feel embarrassment, which may lead them to subconsciously suppress romping behaviors. This will only last from about the first cycle, between 11-13, to about 17 or 18 years of age.

Romping is a strictly nonsexual behavior. It is often done between lovers or mates, but it is not a precursor to sex. It is also happens between close friends, family members, and other pack mates. It is a unique scenting behavior. Instead of rubbing on each other (called bunting), pack members will activate their scents by vigorous activity and interact playfully with their pack to mix their scents together.

As pack members grow too old to romp, younger members of the pack will still scent with them, usually after vigorous romping with other members.

Romping as a sexual behavior is called “frolicking”. It involves more sexual behaviors, such as rutting, petting, grinding, and biting around the neck areas, as well as licking and bunting around the face, neck, and chest area. Usually, this behavior only happens between bonded mates. Otherwise, it is considered sexual misconduct.

For those unable to romp, such as the disabled or elderly, they still often participate as mentioned above. Other members of the pack will romp, then immediately go and scent the unable so they can participate in the playful activity. The unable will also often make vocalizations to be included in the romp.

The vocalizations performed during romping and frolicking are varied and individual between dynamics and people. Most commonly, they are playful growls, yipping, and making a playful “awr!” sound to goad the other members into playing along. This may be the first type of vocalization young puppies do besides crying.

Frolicking vocalizations will differ from romp vocalizations. During frolics, mates will often growl, chirp, yip, and make a blowing noise called “chuffing” to get the other’s attention. Chuffing is not an inherently sexual vocalization, but it is often present during frolics and mating.

All dynamics take part in both romps and frolics. Parents need not be concerned if one or two members of a litter do not romp as soon as the others; romping development happens randomly to different members of a litter. If your pup does not start to romp before they begin to walk, it is not entirely unusual. Just give them time and even encourage romping and playing by getting down with the pups and beginning to romp gently with them yourself.

Romping will usually end in a preening session, to really spread the scents around between all pack members. Fixing hair, straightening clothes, and brushing off are all normal and socially expected behaviors post-romp.

[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

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

An Innocent Mistake (Part 1)

"Tell me again how... this happened?"

Lucifer pinches the knot at the bridge of his nose, exasperated, exhausted, and feeling the headache already forming in the five seconds since he walked through the doors of Purgatory Hall.

Solomon smiles in that sheepishly suspicious way of his, neither innocent, nor guilty. It's infuriating, especially when the sorcerer sits directly beside the proof of his crimes. "It was an accident, a miss-translation in the texts we were working from."

Lucifer glares down his nose at the tiny, cat-sized dragon curled up on the cushion beside Solomon, blinking up at him innocently in the way only MC can get away with.

"Miss-translation my-" Lucifer found himself stopping mid-word, averting his eyes from the now draconian human, as if his mind wasn't already conjuring images of them begging him not to get upset. "Fix this, now."

"About that..." Solomon trailed off, about to launch into an explanation of how and why he couldn't just change MC back into a human, but Lucifer held up a hand, his scowl only deepening.

"Don't, I don't want to hear it. I'm taking MC home, find a way to fix this, or there will be consequences, understood?"

Even under the full weight of Lucifer's glare, Solomon's smile didn't falter. "I'd expect nothing less."

The eldest huffed, gently holding his hand out to MC, unsure of how well they've adapted to their new form. He can't say he's ever seen a human shape-shifted into a dragon before, let alone one the size of an average house cat.

"Come, we have some explaining to do at the House of Lamentation."

MC perked up, gingerly climbing up his arm, with sharp, needle like claws. Lucifer didn't so much as feel a thing through all of his layers, but he had to fight off a smile when they settled themselves around the back of his neck, their tiny snout barely brushing the shell of his ear.

The eldest didn't spare Solomon another word before storming out of Purgatory Hall, firmly ignoring the sorcerer's smug grin.

"I warned you about him." Lucifer muttered as soon as they were clear of prying ears. "How am I supposed to explain this to the others?"

MC let out a chirp as if in apology, tail gently coiling around his tie as they rubbed their cheek against his.

"No amount of pouting will convince me to hide you from them. They are intolerable every time you leave without warning."

A louder chirp this time, almost like a puppy's yip, and Lucifer can't keep the scowl on his face.

"Asmodeus is going to have a field day."

"OH EM GEEE!" Asmodeus' squeal was loud enough to deafen a grown demon, Lucifer had barely had time to spit out the explanation as to why he had a tiny dragon on his shoulders before the Avatar of Lust was immediately pouncing on him, sticking his face as close as he could get to MC, practically hanging off Lucifer. "You were cute before MC, but this is just unfair! Look at you!"

The resulting shove that came from Lucifer had little MC spreading their wings, flying clumsily onto the back of Beel's armchair, answering Lucifer's unasked question of how they adapted to a new body.

Beel looked at them curiously, and MC hissed, as if to remind him not to eat the dragon.

"You really are adorable." Said the Avatar of Gluttony. "Kinda skinny though, you must be hungry."

"There's no way that's MC!" Mammon wailed. "Ye're pullin' our legs!"

"I assure you, I am not, and why would I?" Lucifer huffed, his headache only getting worse as MC's tail flicked back and forth behind them, eyes flickering between the brothers periodically.

"I dunno, but I don't buy it!" Mammon continued. "If that's MC, I'll eat my left-mmm!"

A squawk from the dragon, and Mammon's hand clapped over his own mouth as if it had a mind of its own, silencing the greedy demon's tirade.

Belphie chuckled sleepily. "Yup, that's MC alright."

"Fascinating." Satan mused, gazing curiously at the poised little dragon, who chirped back at him as if showing off their new form with pride. "I wonder what the actual translation was, if a mistake led to this."

"I scarcely want to know."

"How long are they gonna be stuck like this?" Belphie asked.

MC has now made their way to where Leviathan is curled up on the sofa, his face burning red as they gently rubbed their head against his silken hair.

"I think Levi might blow a fuse..." Asmo giggled. "They're cute, huh Levi?"

"Guh, so kawaii..." Mumbled Levi, too quiet for anyone to hear, except MC, who slipped into his lap and curled up like a cat.

Levi.exe stopped working.

"Solomon is looking for a solution. In the meantime, they can't stay in their own room, they could hurt themselves." Lucifer said, moving on from Envy's flustered crisis.

The room erupted with demands for MC to stay with them, and while they bickered, the dragon merely huffed, resting their head on Levi's knee, waiting for someone to be the voice of reason.

Finally, it was decided that MC would pick a name at random out of a hat, and that would be who they stayed with that night, and so on until a solution was found, and Solomon changed them back.

Part 2 Here