#chirps and yips

[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

[summer-oil]

cat men who are guard dogs … cat men who are guard dogs ………

[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)

[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

[faeryton]

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

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello, so Alex is my favourite driver and I would like to request something for him.

Imagine him and Lily teaching their daughter traditions from their home countries ( Thailand and China). And reader being very proud of her families tradition.

Thank you so much in advance. I'm always so happy when you update.

Learning your culture

The house was glowing. Red paper lanterns swung gently from every ceiling corner, golden dragons curled along the stair railings, and the scent of dumplings, sticky rice, and tangy green papaya salad filled the air like a warm blanket of celebration.

Four-year-old Yn zipped through the living room in a blur of red and gold silk. Her cheongsam, covered in tiny embroidered flowers, glimmered with every move she made. Her little pigtails were tied with red ribbons, and her hands clutched a small dragon puppet that she’d made with her mama the night before. Her cheeks were flushed from excitement, her voice singing out through the house.

“Xīnnián kuàilè! Happy New Year!” she called, running up to her grandma from Lily’s side of the family, who had just walked in with her arms full of red envelopes and fruit.

Lily beamed with pride, hurrying behind her daughter. “Look at you, little firecracker,” she said, leaning down to adjust Yn’s collar. “You remembered the phrase perfectly!”

Grandma clapped her hands. “Wǒ de tiān a, she’s amazing! She even got the tones right!”

Yn giggled, basking in the praise. “I can say more! Gōngxǐ fācái! That means… um… wish you get lots of money!”

Everyone laughed, and Lily ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Close enough, baby. It means, ‘wishing you great fortune,’ but yes—money is part of that!”

A second later, the front door burst open again. Alex stood there grinning, carrying his mother’s homemade Thai desserts in both arms while his dad and younger sister followed behind.

“We brought khanom chan and thong yip!” Alex announced, stepping into the vibrant chaos. “And a very excited Thai grandmother!”

His mother walked in, hands already opening to hug Yn. “Sawadee pi mai, lūk sǎo! Happy new year, sweetheart!”

Yn immediately threw her arms around her Thai grandma. “Sawadee kha, Yáy!” she said proudly, remembering to bow slightly in the Thai wai greeting.

Alex grinned. “She’s switching between Mandarin and Thai like it’s nothing.”

“She’s four,” Lily said with awe. “How is she this good already?”

“She’s got the best teachers,” Alex replied, giving his wife a quick kiss.

The living room became a whirlwind of greetings and hugs as both sides of the family began arriving. Lily’s parents helped hang the final couplets on the doors while Alex’s younger sister taught Yn a Thai song she used to sing every New Year as a kid. The room swelled with the blended rhythm of cultures—Chinese drums and Thai string instruments, Mandarin chitchat and Thai blessings, dumpling folding and sticky rice rolling.

Later in the afternoon, it was time for the red envelopes—hóngbāo in Chinese and ang pao in Thai. The families gathered in a circle in the living room, children sitting eagerly in the center.

Alex and Lily sat beside Yn, who wriggled with excitement. She had helped decorate each envelope the night before, drawing tiny dragons and golden tigers in crayon.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Lily said gently, passing her the first envelope. “Now you bow and say—?”

“Xièxiè nǎinai, gōngxǐ fācái!” Yn chirped, bowing deeply to Lily’s mother and receiving the envelope with both hands.

Lily’s mother was glowing. “This girl is better than all the kids in our village!”

“Next one!” Alex whispered. “Thai side now.”

Yn turned to his mother and pressed her palms together in a perfect wai. “Khob khun kha, Yáy. S̄wạs̄dī pī h̄ım̀!”

“Ohhhh!” Alex’s mom gasped. “She said it perfectly! S̄ùks̄ʹān wạn pī h̄ım̀! Happy New Year, little star!”

Each aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandparent received the same warm greeting in their own language. Her transitions were fluid, graceful, natural—without hesitation or confusion.

When she turned to Lily’s father, she paused. “Wǒ yào yī ge zhēn zhū!” she whispered with a mischievous grin.

Lily’s dad burst into laughter. “You want a pearl? Little one, you’re already the treasure!”

“She learned that from you!” Lily exclaimed, elbowing her father.

“It’s good ambition!” he defended.

After the envelope ceremony, it was time for food. The dining table was practically groaning under the weight of two cultures colliding in perfect harmony—dumplings with Thai chili dipping sauce, crispy spring rolls beside plates of pad thai, nian gao (sticky rice cake) stacked next to khao niao mamuang (mango sticky rice), and bowls of soup filled with bok choy and Thai basil.

Yn stood on her tiptoes, staring in wonder at the spread. “It’s like a food rainbow,” she said with reverence.

“Pick one thing from Mama’s side, and one from Daddy’s,” Alex suggested.

She picked a dumpling and a spoonful of mango sticky rice.

“Two best worlds,” she said confidently, sitting between her parents as the family all squeezed together.

Dinner was loud and full of laughter. Stories from childhood were shared in a mix of languages, and every now and then, someone would pause just to admire how easily Yn flitted between them. She answered her Chinese auntie’s question about school in Mandarin, then asked Alex’s cousin in Thai if she could have another piece of pineapple.

Alex leaned close to Lily as their daughter chatted confidently beside them. “Did you see that? She just switched mid-sentence and didn’t even notice.”

Lily smiled, her hand sliding into his. “She’s everything we ever hoped for.”

As the night grew deeper, the final tradition came to life. Out in the backyard, everyone gathered with sparklers and red firecrackers. Alex and Lily lit up a small lantern—round, red, and glowing.

“Okay, sweet girl,” Lily said softly, lifting Yn in her arms. “It’s time to make your wish.”

Yn pressed her palms together. Her eyes squinted shut in concentration, then slowly opened as she whispered: “Zhù wǒ de jiārén píng’ān, yǒu ài, yǒu hǎo shíwù.” (May my family have peace, love, and yummy food.)

Alex chuckled. “Did she really just ask for good food in her wish?”

Lily kissed the top of Yn’s head. “She’s got her priorities straight.”

Together, they released the lantern into the night sky. It drifted higher and higher, a tiny red star against the velvet blackness.

Everyone stood in silence, watching.

“She’s going to carry all of this with her,” Alex whispered. “Every dumpling, every bow, every wish.”

“And one day,” Lily added, “she’ll pass it down too.”

Yn looked up, watching the lantern with shining eyes. “It’s going to the moon,” she whispered. “To tell the moon goddess we had the best new year ever.”

And she was right.

Because under that glowing sky, with her entire family around her, speaking her languages, eating her foods, loving her with every word—they really had.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you. As you might know, I'm neither Chinese or Thai, butI tried my best to write about Chinese and Thai culture and hope I did a good job. If I wrote something wrong, please don't hesitate to message me.

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[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.

[a-hermit-pining]

A Reflection of Him

AN: Plot bunny bunny comes to life! Warning- I bawled my eyes writing this.

Pairing: Sylus x fem reader

Genre: fluff and so much comfort

Summary: "Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?"

(I do not own these characters)

"Happy Father's Day, Dada!" Raul shrieks, launching himself into Sylus' lap.

Your husband barely has time to react before he’s tackled—first by the dogs, then by Mephisto, and finally by the twins, who have long since lost any fear of rebuke. Not after witnessing their fearsome boss being carried out of the delivery room at the mere sight of birth.

A flurry of limbs, paws, and claws moves before your eyes, a chaotic mess of yips, shrieks, and laughter. And your heart blooms at the sight.

Some pluck love like petals. Some treasure it like pearls. And some...some deserve to be smothered by it.

Then, your eldest walks in.

She stands beside you, clutching your hand, trepidation flickering in her eyes. For a moment, she is once again the little girl you let go of at the kindergarten gates.

With a gentle pat on her head, you smile, then lovingly shove her into the crowd of limbs.

He had hit his head when he first found himself on your couch. He didn’t remember much...just funny colors, static noises... Probably a concussion.

How embarrassing.

Sylus lay there, eyes rolling back as he groaned at the thrumming pain in his skull.

"Say aaa," a small voice rang in his ear before something plastic was shoved into his mouth.

Squinting his eyes open, he found a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him.

Yours, only on a smaller, plumper face.

"You have a fever," the little voice chirped, inspecting the plastic thermometer now thoroughly drenched in his saliva. "200 degrees. Don't worry, I’ll make you better." Small hands patted his head with absolute confidence.

"Lilia!" You scooped your daughter up with a sigh. "Didn't I put you to bed already?"

"But the doctor says it’s serious," Sylus croaked dramatically. "Who will treat me now?"

"Rein in your horses, mister. Lay down and do not strain yourself," you scolded, shooting him a glare as you set down the glass of water you'd gone to fetch.

"Come, Lilia. Time for bed. Playtime is over." You carried your daughter toward her room, but not before she twisted around to make the most ridiculous faces at Sylus over your shoulder.

That was how he met her.

Your daughter, who, at age four, was the only doctor bold enough to diagnose him with a 200-degree fever.

"He was a… we were in college. It was all so new… we were from the same town," you say, staring at the hazy photos of your college dorm.

"It was easier to tackle Linkon with him. And then he was gone... he couldn't bear it. People weren’t kind to him. He…" You sigh, clutching the photo tighter. "He is no more. You don’t have to seek anyone for vengeance or revenge. But if you ever hurt Lilia, I will kill you."

And Sylus knows, that is the truth.

You would kill him.

But for the first time, he does not wish for it. Not if it means leaving you alone. Not if it means becoming nothing more than a painful photograph in your hands.

"She is all I have, and I am all she has," you murmur, looking up at him. The house stands still, the only sound the slow, rhythmic tick of the clock.

Sylus flips through the album, stopping at a photo where you cradle an infant in your arms.

"I’m glad," he says finally, voice quiet. "Whoever he was, he left you with Lilia. I’m glad you were loved. And that Lilia grew up being loved by you."

He exhales, eyes lingering on the photo.

"Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?" He smiles taking your hand in his, next to a mountain of toys that Lilia had insisted on showing to him before leaving for school.

Luke and Kieran sit on tiny chairs, sipping water from plastic cups. Seated beside them is the esteemed council of plushies.

"Mr. Luke, do you like the tea?" Lilia beams, dressed in a princess gown and tiara.

Luke nods, his mask off, before turning to his twin, only to find Kieran’s face covered in stickers.

"Yes, Princess Lilia," Kieran says solemnly. "The tea is excellent. You should serve this to Boss once he returns."

It is simply delightful to witness the head of Onichynus joining the council of plushies for an exquisite tea party.

Makes for an excellent photo, too, one they manage to sneak in with Mephisto’s help.

Lilia grins, "Yes! We must! And I will ask, mommy and Mephisto to join. We can have a ball."

"Boss!" Lilia tugs at Sylus' sleeve as he carefully straightens her bow.

"Hm?" he hums, though his heart is beating wildly. Just a few rooms away, you were waiting for him, ready to walk down the aisle.

"Do you want me to sneak photos of Mommy?" Lilia asks, her eyes glimmering with mischief. "Am I not your best woman? I should do it, right?"

Standing tall on the stool, his best man is doing an excellent job of keeping his nerves in check.

Sylus exhales a laugh, shaking his head. "How much did your mother bribe you to sneak a photo of me to her?"

Distantly, he makes a note to have a word with the twins, after the wedding. They were definitely behind this. He and you had worked way too hard to get Lilia to stop calling him Boss, only for it to come right back at the worst possible time.

The room stills when your daughter hands him the papers.

You quietly pull Raul into your lap as Sylus takes them, his hands trembling.

"Happy Father's Day," your daughter says, standing before him as he reads frantically.

"People say we're both equally stubborn," she continues, her voice steady but thick with emotion. She clutches his hand. "That we're both sore losers. That we both love anything shiny..."

Sylus looks up at her, his tears unrelenting, just like hers.

"But they don’t know," she says, voice breaking, "that all of this comes from you. From the years, the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, down to the very seconds, you have spent looking after me."

She swallows.

"It’s because... how could I not want to be like you?"

Sylus' breath catches.

"From four to sixteen, you've been here for so long... and I don’t want to call you Sylus. I want to call you Dad. I want you to be my dad"

Beside them, you sniff quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Raul’s head as he watches, wide-eyed and troubled by the sight of both his sister and his Dada in tears.

"Will you be my dad?" she asks, sinking to her knees.

And Sylus, your husband, your love—falls.

He pulls her into his arms, holding her as if letting go would break the world.

"A thousand times over," he whispers. "In every lifetime, in every form. I hope to have you as my daughter."

Tags

@perla-drg, @codedove, @crazy-ink-artist, @desiree-archive @softiepeachess @otome-addictionproblem

[bumblehoneybee]

Interloper

Of all of the things that should’ve been bugging Dogday, such as the looming goal of killing the Prototype on the horizon or perhaps the fact he needs to learn to move without his legs to fight, it was the stowaway that bothered him the most.

You didn’t even realize it was following you until Catnap was gone and you were taking a well deserved rest in the quiet Playcare. All of the miniature critters usually kept their distance, but one bold toy followed your little team around. And when it was noticed by the ever vigilant Kissy, it merely bowed forward onto its front legs, tail wagging a mile a minute.

“Oh!” You gasped, approaching the small Dogday toy despite your larger companion’s soft growls. The smaller dog was quick to shove its nose into your offered palm, nuzzling and licking at your fingers. “Aw. Hello, cutie!”

Dogday shifted, gripping your shoulders tight from his place between your back and the grab-pack. “Angel. . .”

You tossed him a grin. “He seems pretty friendly. Now that Catnap isn’t scaring them anymore, I bet all the mini critters have gotten sweeter!”

Poppy gave a soft shake of her head, leaning against’s Kissy’s head with a distrusting wrinkle of her nose. “Or they’re hungry and want to beg the next strongest person they can find.”

You didn’t seem to mind the idea. Dogday stretched his neck, watching you dig into your pocket and produce a bag of peanuts. The smaller toy, despite your cooing, cocked its head at the food you knocked into your palms. But desperation didn’t leave room for pickiness, and it quickly gobbled up the peanuts.

Despite the horrors the both of you had seen, the little Dogday charmed you easily. You happily picked the toy up, cradling it, scratching behind its floppy ears and around its neck. It howled softly for you, wiggling with unretained joy as its tail made audible smacks against your hips.

“Angel. . .” Dogday said again. The miniature in your arms froze, staring up at him with wide, emotionless eyes. “Perhaps we should leave the little critters to the Playcare. It is their home.”

You just pouted. Dogday’s resolve wavered at the mere poke of your bottom lip, a silly expression that made all of this feel so normal. Your silliness, shining through in moments of stress and peace both, were balms to frazzled nerves. Not just Dogday’s, if Poppy and Kissy’s shared glance said anything.

“But he’s so cute.” You half whined, nuzzling your own nose into the little dog’s head. It immediately began to wiggle again, huffy barks of delight panting out as it tried to lick your face despite the awkward angle. Dogday growled lowly. “Hm. . . How ‘bouts I call you Peanuts? You like that, little man?”

You held the newly named Peanuts above your head, and he howled.

“Guess that answers that!” You chirped. To Dogday’s displeasure, you tucked Peanuts into your hoodie, letting its head and two little paws poke out the collar. “Shall we keep moving?”

Peanuts became very dear to you as you continued to move through the factory towards your next destination. Dogday tried not to mind it; after all, everyone needed something to decompress and just let themselves be entertained by in the midst of so much torture and despair.

But Peanuts being that for you meant that Dogday could not be that thing for you. And perhaps he was a little. . . frustrated that he couldn’t make you laugh how the little dog could.

He watched, glaring, as you played with Peanuts. You tossed a small ball the dog had found in the rubble of the factory, cheering and applauding as Peanuts fetched it. Peanuts hopped and yipped happily, especially when you showered it in kisses.

Dogday growled into his crossed arms. “Not that impressive.”

A snicker made his hackles rise. “What was that, Dogday?” He turned further into his arms, content to fully face the floor instead of look at Poppy’s smirk. “Something the matter?”

“No.” Dogday huffed.

Poppy snickered again. “Oh? So the fact that Angel is so enamored with the other Dogday doesn’t bother you at all?” Dogday lifted his head to glare at the doll. She just shook her head at him. “Silly. You’re jealous over nothing.”

Dogday didn’t bother that with a response. What would he have to be jealous about? Sure, he was aching a bit for your attention, but you’d eventually give it to him. He just had to be patient. After all, he was the one you tended to sleep near when exhaustion befell you. He protected you, made you feel safe. You had said so yourself.

So Dogday waited for tiredness to cross your face. You yawned into your fist, cradling Peanuts in the other arm. The toy whined at you, but you still set him down, pulling some blankets from the grab-pack’s storage.

Dogday’s tail thumped against the ground some. “Come rest, angel. It’s been a long day.”

You nodded. “Sure has!” But as you came over, throwing blankets over yourself and Dogday both, curling into his side and nuzzling into his (admittedly matted) fur, a yowl shook the air. “Peanuts!?”

Peanuts yowled and growled, jumping towards Dogday to snap at him then jumping back. It bit your pant leg, tugging hard as it could and whining loudly when you couldn’t be moved.

Poppy laughed loudly. “Aw! He’s jealous!” Kissy bopped Peanuts on the head with her hand, brows furrowed, but the dog did not quit.

Dogday, feeling you shift to stand up, growled. It was a deep, rumbling noise that he didn’t hold back. Peanuts fell over in surprise from the noise, obviously not expecting to have retaliation. It whined, but recognizing defeat, skittered off towards where Kissy sat against a wall, sliding under her knees. She huffed.

Pleased, Dogday settled back down, glancing at you. You cocked a brow at him, so he quickly closed his eyes to avoid any accusations. Luckily you merely chuckled, lightly bopping him on the nose with your hand.

“Silly.” You hummed, relaxing against him.

Maybe he was. But having your attention again, your fingers running through his fur and your heartbeat against his side, made him far more agreeable.

He didn’t even bite when he woke up to find Peanuts wormed into your little pile, wrapped in your arms and sleep-kicking his ribs.

[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."

[ghetto-omega]

‎❀‎✿❀Vocalizations❀✿❀

𑁍 Remember, this is my post. You don't have to agree with me, and your verse doesn't have to have the same subvocal usage as mine !

𑁍 I might reblog with more later idk

𑁍 Feel free to share your own or add on ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

‧₊˚✿ Omega ✿˚₊‧

𑁍 Chirping - a happy or appealing noise. Used to calm pups and endear themselves to packmates, but can sometimes be used to fawn if in a dangerous situation

𑁍 Bleating - a startled sound. A sound of surprise made to draw eyes in case of danger

𑁍 Trilling - a step above purring. More than content. A key sign that an omega is scent or heat drunk.

‧₊˚✿ Beta ✿˚₊‧

𑁍 Clicking - a happy or appealing noise. Used to calm other pack mates and pups

𑁍 Howling - a searching sound used to call their pups, but sparingly used with general pack as well if particularly distressed

𑁍 Hissing/spitting - a territorial sound. Used when they feel like their pack is threatened

‧₊˚✿ Alpha ✿˚₊‧

𑁍 Snapping (of teeth) - a clicking sound made by snapping teeth together. This sound could be aggressive, in response to rut or heat, or made repeatedly right before a bonding bite

𑁍 Howling - a searching sound used to call their pups, but sparingly used with general pack as well if particularly distressed

𑁍 Barking - a more adult version of yipping. It's a playful sound, especially with pups

‧₊˚✿ Pup ✿˚₊‧

𑁍 Mewing(���🧏‍♂️)/mewling - a sound of distress used to call packmates for assistance

𑁍 Chirping - a general call for pack assistance or to search for their pack

𑁍 Yipping/squeaking - a sound of play, especially between more rowdy pups

𑁍 Spitting - a sound of irritation

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

𑁍 Chuffing - a sound used to get the attention of pups or appeal to packmates

𑁍 Purring - a sound of general happiness and content

𑁍 Chittering - a playful or displeased noise. Mostly used to cull obnoxious pups or to initiate play with packmates

𑁍 Growling - an aggressive sound. Used as a warning or to force someone to submit

Feel free to add what these sounds mean for you, or add some more to the list U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

Not super in depth but it's all I had the energy for

I saw someone already did almost this exact same thing when I had almost finished my post but whtevr, just know I started working on mine before I saw that one pleewasseeee !! I didn't even read it ! To make sure I wasn't accidentally stealing (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

Askbox open !!!

[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

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay but Foxtaglia though.

people sometimes ask if he's related to Inazuma's kitsune, to which he just grins playfully at them- it would certainly explain where he got that mischievous streak from. but his ears stick straight up rather than drooping down, twitching and flicking with every emotion that passes over his face. he doesn't mind being expressive, in fact Childe seems to revel in how easily he can make you smile, with only the movement in his ears and tail. you try to pounce on the latter, and he bats right back at your hands and you go back and forth until you're both laughing and slumped on the floor. in turn, his tail wags fiercely whenever he's with you, scooping you up and spinning you around in a circle with a lopsided smile, all his sharp teeth on display. Childe sets you down and instantly flops into your lap, staring up at you pleadingly for pats- scratch behind his ear, please!

Foul Legacy has the same traits, the pointed ears and tail and faint paw pads on his claws, the cuddliest Abyssal monster in the entirety of Teyvat. you're in HIS lap, though, so he doesn't crush you, nudging his head against your hands with a chitter. alas, you have only two hands rather than four, so you have to alternate between petting his fluffy ears and scritching behind his horns. the ginger fur is speckled with starlight and frost, the tip of his tail almost smoky, like the whispering trails of a Seelie's wings. he yips and squawks between the usual rumbles and chirps, gnawing lightly on your hand and tucking his body comfortably around yours to protect you from all that ails you. mostly dust bunnies and the birds that hop around outside of your window, his crystalline eye narrowing until your hand runs through his hair again, and he purrs in delight.

yes, they both also jump headfirst into the snow. not even to hunt- it's just a bit of whimsical joy.

[canineical]

good 2 see u back here and also love that we have matching "hello im talking this is me" tags now :]]]

ur so sweet ! i'm glad to Be back :] and yes omg this is so cute !! we are twinning for Real

[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.

[pilotingdreammsss]

Think you could do red velvet with a veterinarian reader who has a cream lynx companion?

Hoo! That's new! Lovely idea anon! ^^

Check-up!

Premise: Red Velvet Cookie takes Chiffon for a check-up to a nearby veterinarian. He didn't expect a cute veterinarian, though!

Warnings: None, all slice of life stuff!

"Red Velvet Cookie and Chiffon?"

You call down the hall, your cream lynx situated at your foot. Your veterinary practice was sparsely busy today, it being midday, that was.. unusual.

A small, yapping cakehound follows a rather large, imposing cookie. Your cream lynx recoils and starts lowly growling at the sight. You immediately recognise him to be part of the Cookies of Darkness. However, you can't quite recall when you'd seen him before...

Though here, he seems non-threatening. You suppose he's just here to give his beloved cakehound.

"I'm here for a check-up for Chiffon."

He picks up the cakehound, though barely meets your eyes.

"Ah, come on in!"

You chirp, guiding Red Velvet Cookie right inside the room you'd usually conduct check-ups. Chiffon struggles a little in the hold, however, seems well-behaved otherwise.

"Place Chiffon on the raised table, I'll check for any missing crumbs or discolored icing."

Your cream lynx eyes the cakehound suspiciously as Chiffon is lowered onto the table. Though visibly nervous, he remains rather still as you examine him.

"You take pretty good care of him!"

You chirp, glancing up from the cakehound to it's owner. Your cream lynx trills in response and Red Velvet Cookie beams.

"Well, all my cake monsters are well cared for. I adore them all."

There's a newfound sense of pride present in his voice, with all the negligent cakehound owners that come into your veterinary clinic, a new face that took good care of them was refreshing.

"You must be a really responsible owner then!" You flash him a smile, and his dough darkens slightly.

You return to examining Chiffon, who seems to have minimal crumbling and pristine icing. A top-tier cakehound, you'd say. There's nothing interesting going on with him, so you decide to absentmindedly chat with his owner.

"Do you have any other pets?"

You quip, eyeing him slightly. He seems takenaback for a moment. However, regains his composure rather quickly.

"Several hundred cake monsters."

You hum in acknowledgment, slightly doubtful that he can handle them all.

"I doubt they're easy to handle..."

He looks deep in thought for a moment. Though as he says nothing, you wrap up the check-up by handing Chiffon a treat,kneeling down to also give your cream lynx companion one.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, good sir!"

You chime, and only now he picks up Chiffon.

"Hope to see you around!"

Red Velvet Cookie nods, averting his eyes to the floor. Chiffon licks his cheek and he laughs heartily, shaking the drool off his face.

"Yes yes, I'll surely see you around."

He bids you a quick goodbye, though your eyes meet once more before the door closes behind him. To which he speeds away once more.

The door clatters shut, and your cream lynx lovingly presses up against your legs. You reach down to pet the needy thing, mumbling to it affectionately.

"Quite the handsome stranger, isn't he?"

Your cream lynx purrs slightly, rubbing it's head against your hand.

"Good with cakehounds... handsomely dressed!"

Your pet doesn't seem to be all that interested in your new infatuation.

"Oh but what do you know, you're just a lynx!"

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"I think we'll visit that vet again, Chiffon..."

Chiffon yips in response. Red Velvet Cookie clears his throat as he feels the heat rise in his dough.

"Not for any reason at all."

A/N: Took a moment, but I suddenly got another request, so I got this one done too!