#colorful parrot toy

[heartnosekid]

🦜 parrot themed agere 🧩

for @chaoticsnowykiddo!

🧩-🦜-🧩 / 🦜-🧩-🦜 / 🧩-🦜-🧩

[stimsbyme]

God Save The Animals Stimboard

[tiktokparrot]

New parrot? Get it healthy & happy! Learn about proper diet, cage size, training & more. Expert tips for a rewarding bird ownership experience.

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Chapter 4

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

Also @twistedcece @cenatour @ursinaw @xiaopleasecomehome @bearshideout @koebishrimpuwu @v-sh @help-whatdoimakemyusername @secret-potion @magmdnv @sunshine-for-serotonin @mel-star636 @silkkorchid @thatpersonuouknow @the-ace-reader @pamv11 @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @hrhqueenfox @goseew @luxthestrange @juno-of-wonderland @who-mst @despairingy-obsessed @lanxianschoenheit and @thisisafish123 wanted to be tagged! Let me know if anyone else wants to be tagged for future chapters. If you no longer want to be tagged, please tell me! (Some of the tags might not have worked, and I’m sorry if so!)

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous Part: Chapter Three

Next Part: Chapter Five

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I was in a “blushy” mood when I wrote this

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The parrot had returned to his perch and was watching you curiously as you pulled out your notebook. You decided that you might as well go over and study him first, since he seemed eager enough to talk earlier.

“Hey, I never got your name,” you said, waving at the colorful-winged boy. 

He gave you a big smirk, “Ace is the name, don’t forget it.”

You couldn’t help but think he was even a little more cocky than the peacocks. The way he smirked at you made you feel like he was grating on your nerves a little.

“Well, my name is (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly.

“I’m not going to remember that,” Ace said matter-of-factly, “Too many keepers, you know?”

You tried to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but it must have shown a little, because Ace’s grin was widening. For whatever reason, he was toying with you.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking some notes,” you said, holding your notebook up for him to see.

“I do mind,” Ace shot back without hesitation.

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, biting back a sigh, “Did you want to talk?”

For the first time, the mask slipped. The smug grin disappeared, revealing something more vulnerable, “Everyone that comes through just makes me repeat things like I’m some sort of circus freak.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, heart clenching at his confession. You could picture little kids trying to get him to repeat after them like a… well, a parrot, “I won’t do that to you. We can just have normal conversations.”

Ace’s eyes averted from your figure and a slightly blush rose on his cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, I’d like that.” He raised his arm to shield his blush from you, “Ah- I, um, we can talk next time.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to talk with you.”

“Yeah…” the redness spread to Ace’s ears. You hadn’t meant to make him blush, but you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You were disappointed when he spread his wings and flew off to the birdhouse, disappearing inside.

You pulled out your notebook and began to write:

DAY 1

PARROT

The parrot halfling’s name is Ace. His wings and hair are more orange than red like in normal parrots. Other than the wings on his back and the way his feet curl into talons, he looks human. 

He’s able to hold conversations easily and probably knows more languages than the average human. He seems to like retreating to his birdhouse to eat and have privacy.

Next, you decided, you’d go to the raven, since his cage was right next to Ace’s.

The cage appeared empty and you quickly realized he must be inside his birdhouse. Because of the color of his hair and wings, it was impossible to pick him out among the shadows in the entrance. 

“Deuce!” You called out, “How are you doing?”

Immediately, there was movement inside the birdhouse and Deuce’s head poked out, staring out at you, eyes glittering with excitement despite his calm expression. Dark blue wings spread and, before you knew it, his talons were digging into the perch at the edge of his cage.

“Remember?” Deuce asked.

“Huh?” Your mind went blank, unsure of what he was trying to ask you.

“Remember?” Deuce asked again, this time pointing at his chest.

“Oh! Yes, I remember you.”

A soft smile spread across Deuce’s lips and you returned it with an even brighter grin. 

“You? You name?” Deuce pointed at you and you startled. You had forgotten to tell him your name!

“I’m (Y/n)! It’s nice to officially meet you, Deuce,” you held out a hand for him to shake, but he merely stared at it in confusion.

“Deuce, you idiot, you're supposed to shake her hand,” someone’s voice snorted. To your surprise Ace had emerged from his birdhouse to poke fun at the bird in the cage next to his own.

Deuce reached out and grabbed your hand and shook it. His hands were so smooth you were amazed he wasn’t using moisturizer. You released his hand but he kept holding on to yours.

“Um, Deuce, you have to let go,” you laughed awkwardly. 

Deuce’s face hardened and he tightened his hand around your own. You tried to pull away but he still didn’t let go.

“Let go Deuce!” You said sharply. 

Deuce looked startled and dropped your hand. His face fell and he hunched his shoulders, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, but it was too late, he was already flying back to his birdhouse.

Ace made a disgusted noise and disappeared into his own birdhouse once more.

Sighing shakily, you pulled out your notebook again.

DAY 1

RAVEN

The raven halfling’s name is Deuce. He doesn’t seem to know much English. Earlier, he had trouble opening the salad container. 

He seemed to like holding my hand, as he didn’t want to let go.

“Let’s go talk to the flamingos,” you said to yourself, walking over to their cage.

The flamingos were on the opposite side of the cage, but you were hesitant to step inside. The enclosure was designed to look like the wetlands, and you were afraid your shoes may get absolutely ruined. 

Oh well, you figured, I can just get new shoes if that happens.

Cater and Riddle looked up as you entered the cage, the gate closing noisily behind you. They watched you curiously as you cheerfully made your way towards them. Suddenly, the ground gave way and your left leg sank up to the knee in water. You lost your balance and started to fall towards the large pond taking up half their exhibit. You let out a strangled cry as the water grew closer.

Then, everything stopped. You were suddenly aware of hands holding your waist and forearm, keeping you from plunging straight into the water. 

“Nice catch, Riddle!” Cater gasped, his hands joining the smaller man’s to help pull you onto dry land. 

Shakily, you said, “Thank you guys so much!”

Riddle turned his head away, but nodded bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Cater grinned at him knowingly.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi’ to you two and introduce myself,” you explained, “I’m (Y/n), and I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Not every day?” Cater pouted. Maybe it was your imagination, but Riddle looked a little disappointed too.

“No, sorry,” you apologized. 

“Tired,” Riddle said sharply.

“It is getting late,” Cater nodded.

Curiously, you asked, “How do you know English so well, Cater?”

Cater beamed, “I was a pet.”

A pet? Keeping a wild halfling as a pet somehow felt worse than keeping them in a zoo, but you couldn’t explain why. At least Cater didn’t seem to be bothered by his past.

You looked up at the sky and cursed- it really was getting dark. If you wanted to see the peacocks before darkness fell, you’d have to hurry.

“I’m sorry, I should go say ‘hi’ to the peacocks,” you told the pair.

Riddle nodded and began to walk away. Cater pouted but nodded as well. You quickly jotted down a few notes in your notebook.

DAY 1

FLAMINGOS

The two flamingos are named Riddle and Cater. They’re different from the other birds in that they have webbed feet instead of talons.

Cater is a former pet, so he knows English pretty well.

You felt like your notes were getting shorter and shorter, but you were feeling tired today. In the end, the notes were for your eyes only unless you made a discovery. So far the only thing out of the ordinary was Deuce’s hand holding, but even that wasn’t anything surprisingly. Halflings wouldn’t know what makes humans uncomfortable, after all.

You found yourself slipping into the peacock enclosure without even thinking about it. All three of them looked at you, so you smiled and waved at them. Rook waved back enthusiastically, but Epel continued to stare and Vil looked away haughtily.

Once you were close to them, you found yourself admiring Vil. Despite his attitude, he really was gorgeous, “You’re so beautiful, Vil.”

Vil’s eyes went wide and he looked at you in surprise for a moment before a gentle smile spread across his lips, “Thank you.”

Epel and Rook looked just as stunned as you felt. Maybe he wasn’t as prickly as you had originally thought. 

“You’re Epel, right?” You asked the adorable lilac-haired peacock.

Epel nodded and, before you could say anything else, he sternly said, “Not cute!”

“What?” You couldn’t figure out what he meant. Was he saying Vil wasn’t cute? You weren’t cute? 

“Mademoiselle,” Rook smiled and brushed his fingers along your arm, “He not like cute.”

“He doesn’t like being called cute?” You asked.

Rook and Epel both nodded.

“Alright, then I won’t call you cute,” you reassured him, “Is handsome okay?”

Epel nodded, tucking his chin against his chest in embarrassment.

You giggled and introduced yourself, “Well, I’m (Y/n)! I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle,” Rook said.

Epel stumbled over his words, “Nice to… meet you.”

Vil didn’t say anything but he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. You pulled out your notebook.

DAY 1

PEACOCKS

Peacock halflings have a fan of feathers protruding from their backs, setting them apart from all other bird halflings. The peacocks at the zoo are named Vil, Rook, and Epel. 

Rook is friendly, but the other two, especially Vil, aren’t as interested in me.

Note: Don’t call Epel “cute”.

The peacocks looked tired, Epel having already sat down and pulled his wings around him. It was best if you went to the bird you had saved for last- the owl.

You waved goodbye, only receiving a responding wave from Rook. A few moments later, you were closing the gate behind you and heading over to the owl’s cage.

The green-haired owl was awake and chowing down on his salad. He looked at you curiously, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you approached him.

“I’m (Y/n), I never had the chance to ask you your name.”

“I’m Trey,” the owl responded, his voice smooth. You were surprised to realize that he wore glasses, and wondered how on earth they did eye tests on halflings.

“How did they know you needed glasses?” You asked. After all, it’s not like they could have him read something out, since halflings couldn’t read.

Trey smiled, “I hit things. With my wings. I fly. Fly into things.” 

“That makes sense,” you mused, “So it’s better now?”

“Yes, better now,” Trey nodded.

You couldn’t explain what it was, but for some reason, the way Trey looked down at you made your stomach twist unpleasantly. It was like he was the one researching you. His eyes were sharp, greedily taking in every movement, while the simple smile remained glued to his face.

He put you on edge.

“Well…” your smile wavered, “I’m going to take some notes.”

“No more talking?” Trey asked. You couldn’t tell if it was your imagination or not, but the smile seemed… off. As though he were mocking you.

You had a feeling this halfling was much more intelligent than he let on.

“Sorry,” you forced a bright smile, “I’m going home soon, so I need to do this.” You pulled out your notebook and began to write quickly.

DAY 1

OWL

The owl halfling’s name is Trey. He has a barn owl’s wings, but he has green hair. He wears glasses.

Note: Keep your eye on him.

You were so tired, you were probably imagining things. Either way, you were ready to get home as soon as possible.

[girlsdressingrooms]

Iris Barrel Apfel, Decorator and Fashion Stylist

(August 29, 1921 – March 1, 2024) 

Ms. Apfel was one of the most vivacious personalities in the worlds of fashion, textiles, and interior design, she has cultivated a personal style that is both witty and exuberantly idiosyncratic.

Her originality was typically revealed in her mixing of high and low fashions—Dior haute couture with flea market finds, nineteenth-century ecclesiastical vestments with Dolce & Gabbana lizard trousers.

With remarkable panache and discernment, she combines colors, textures, and patterns without regard to period, provenance, and, ultimately, aesthetic conventions. Paradoxically, her richly layered combinations—even at their most extreme and baroque—project a boldly graphic modernity.

Iris Barrel was born on Aug. 29, 1921, in Astoria, Queens, the only child of Samuel Barrel, who owned a glass and mirror business, and his Russian-born wife, Sadye, who owned a fashion boutique.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women's Wear Daily, and for interior designer Elinor Johnson, decorating apartments for resale and honing her talent for sourcing rare items before opening her own design firm. She was also an assistant to illustrator Robert Goodman.

As a distinguished collector and authority on antique fabrics, Iris Apfel has consulted on numerous restoration projects that include work at the White House that spanned nine presidencies from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton.

Along with her husband, Carl, she founded Old World Weavers, an international textile manufacturing company and ran it until they retired in 1992. The Apfels specialized in the reproduction of fabrics from the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, and traveled to Europe twice a year in search of textiles they could not source in the United States.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute assembled 82 ensembles and 300 accessories from her personal collection in 2005 in a show about her called “Rara Avis”.

Almost overnight, Ms. Apfel became an international celebrity of pop fashion.

Ms. Apfel was seen in a television commercial for the French car DS 3, became the face of the Australian fashion brand Blue Illusion, and began a collaboration with the start-up WiseWear. A year later, Mattel created a one-of-a-kind Barbie doll in her image. Last year, she appeared in a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London.

Six years after the Met show she started her fashion line "Rara Avis" with the Home Shopping Network.

She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant, then signed to IMG in 2019 as a model at age 97.

Ms. Iris Apfel became a visiting professor at the University of Texas at Austin in its Division of Textiles and Apparel, teaching about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

 In 2018, she published “Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon,” an autobiographical collection of musings, anecdotes and observations on life and style. 

Ms. Apfel’s apartments in New York and Palm Beach were full of furnishings and tchotchkes that might have come from a Luis Buñuel film: porcelain cats, plush toys, statuary, ornate vases, gilt mirrors, fake fruit, stuffed parrots, paintings by Velázquez and Jean-Baptiste Greuze, a mannequin on an ostrich.

The Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History in Boynton Beach, Florida, is designing a building that will house a dedicated gallery of Ms. Apfel's clothes, accessories, and furnishings.

Ms. Apfel’s work had a universal quality, It’s was a trend.

Rest in Power !

[silentwalrus1]

if i have to read one more published fantasy book that uses irl memes and online vernacular in its dialogue i’m taking away the toys until y’all can learn to respect yourselves. Not only does it break immersion in your world and detract from your characters having their own voices, it also makes you, the author, seem like a dim parrot incapable of neither original thought nor basic understanding of the passage of time

1) due to the timeline of publishing, any meme included will automatically be hopelessly dated by the time the story reaches readers and

2) it’s literally the same thing Ready Player One did. Hey look i’m pointing at a thing in pop culture. Did you get my reference? Did you get it? Let me list some more colors and shapes you recognize. Did you get it? And then Gideon Nav hit the dab or whatever. Hashtag Relatable!

It’s so painfully unfunny and uncompelling every time. We can do better. Apply some creativity to your own work

[peachdues]

IN THE NETHERWOOD

SPICY TEASER

A/N: The smut starts out very soft because our boy is all about your comfort (don’t worry, the soft doesn’t last — it gets fucking filthy). Reader and Sanemi use each other’s government names when they’re being serious lol.

The writing process is slow, y’all, but I promise part 2 is well underway!

CW: mentions of Sanemi’s knot/mating • Sanemi is about to pop Reader’s cherry • soft/sensual Sanemi • NSFW

“Sanemi,” the seriousness in your tone drew the Huntsman to a halt, his eyes flicking up to you, his hands stilling.

You gulped. “It will hurt, will it not?”

Sanemi’s eyes softened, and his fingers began rubbing soothing circles into your skin, his touch gentle. “It will at first, yes.”

You nodded. “Do you think — can we start before the moonrise?” Your hands found his and squeezed, pleadingly. “If it is going to hurt, I would prefer to do it before your heat sets in.”

Sanemi’s hand pulled away from your grasp to hold the side of your face, tilting your head until you had to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sanemi’s fingers were delicate as they caressed the curve of your cheek. “You do not owe me anything; I would not dream of asking you to do anything you did not want.”

You parroted his touch by stroking a thumb softly over the scar that crossed his cheek. “I am certain that I want you, Wolf.” You leaned in and pressed your lips gently against his before pulling back. “I ask only because I want that moment to belong to you. Not as my mate, but as the man I’ve chosen to spend my days beside.”

“So please,” you entreated, pressing yourself closer against your Huntsman, your other hand toying with the faint trail of silver hair that spread across his bared pectorals. “Before you claim me as your mate, make me yours, Sanemi.”

The Huntsman’s breath was ragged. “All right, then,” one warm hand wrapped around your waist, its heat somehow burning through the layers of your skirts and shifts. “As you wish, Y/N.”

There was a beat as Sanemi nuzzled your nose with his. “But the cloak stays on.”

He chuckled at your small harrumph, quieting you with the sweetest of kisses, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Nice try,” he murmured against your lips, before rolling you beneath him.

Sanemi kissed his way down your body, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he neared your waiting core, but he held back, pulling off you to raise up on his feet, his hands coming to rest against the front laces of his breeches.

The Huntsman held your heated gaze as he slowly unlaced the leather cord securing his breeches just over his hips. Without breaking the connection, Sanemi leisurely worked the soft deer hide down his hips and over his thighs, unveiling his toned lower abdominals and strong, muscular thighs.

Your eyes traced over every ridge and dip of the Huntsman’s nude body, cheeks growing hotter and hotter as your gaze dipped down lower.

There was that faint, silvery trail of hair that began just below his navel that had first made you view the Huntsman in a different light, all those days ago. That trail led down past his hips, right where the evidence of his desire stood proud, and waiting.

Sanemi’s manhood was thick and long, its tip level with his navel. It was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, the head a pinkish color that seemed to grow deeper the longer you stared, as though sensing the events about to unfold and eager to move them along.

You’d seen him nude before, but this time was different. For now, Sanemi’s nakedness was about to belong to you as much as yours was to belong to him.

Sanemi turned slightly to the side to discard his breeches, placing them atop the many layers of your skirts and shift. From that angle, you spied a faint hump near the base of his length, almost imperceptible in the orange, flickering light of the cave, that you nearly mistook it for a trick of the shadows.

“Is that —?” Your voice faltered with your blush.

Sanemi’s answering smirk set off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. Though you’d seen him in a far more compromising position between your thighs, his beauty still had a habit of catching you off guard.

“Aye,” his voice was both silky and rough as he drew closer to you. “That will be my knot, once it fully forms.”

The Huntsman knelt down beside you on the soft pelts covering the den nest, lowering himself to graze his lips against yours. “But don’t worry about that right now, sweetling.” Sanemi then shifted so that he was hovering over you, a knee wedging between yours to help guide your legs open as he settled into the cradle of your thighs.

His lips ghosted against the side of your neck. “Just focus on me.”

[dira333]

Date Nights with Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

this is my new installment - Date Nights with the My Hero Academia Cast - It's going to appear irregularly and I've written about 4 of them already so if you feel like your fave deserves to go on a special kind of date, let me know.

Wanted to gift the first one to @alienaiver

Festivals with Shinsou

1.

He wouldn’t have dared to ask you out so soon if not for the summer festival.

You had mentioned how much you wanted to go but had no one to go with and he’d asked, sweating bullets, hornets rolling in his stomach, but he had asked.

And you had said yes.

He felt nauseated again, waiting in front of your apartment building.

Had the Yukata been the right choice? 

He’d always worn one when he went with his family as a child, but maybe you were more into street clothes?

He fiddled with the sleeves when the door opened and you appeared, the warm light from inside casting a halo around you.

His breath caught in his throat as he took you in.

You were wearing a white Yukata with purple accents the color of his hair.

“Hi.” You smiled at him as you walked over, “You look good.”

“You look good.” He said back, regretting it immediately. He sounded like a parrot.

“I mean you look beautiful. I like the color.”

“Right?” You spun around in a circle. “It’s so pretty I just had to get it. But yours is pretty as well.”

You looked up at him and his heart fluttered at the sight of your smile, your face so close to his. 

“It matches your eyes.”

The walk towards the festival was short and he enjoyed the warm evening air and the quiet of the streets. Your hands brushed against each other when you walked, a shiver running through him every time you touched.

The entrance to the festival was not hard to miss, with masses of people gathering there. The noise made him stop, wondering if he’d really been okay with that as a child or if this wasn’t normal at all.

“You okay?” You turned to look at him, sympathy in your eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I…” Your hand moved into his, cutting his stuttering short. 

“If it’s too much for you we can go back.” You pressed his hand and he pressed back.

“It’s fine. You just got to protect me.”

-

2.

It had become a ritual.

You’d outgrown the Yukata you’d worn to your first date long ago, but that did not matter.

Even at winter festivals you always found something to wear that would match his purple hair.

Today it was your jewelry, drops of purple glass dangling from your ears and your neck.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he parked the car. “How’s the pain?”

“It’s about a two or a three. Manageable.”

“If it’s too much for you we can go back. Anytime. I’ll carry you to the car.”

You laughed and got out of the car.

“I’m fine. I rested the whole week for this. I’m not leaving without my Takoyaki.”

The noise was a lot, but he came prepared this time.

It had been Deku’s idea, of course. And he wasn’t the only one getting good use out of the tiny headphones that canceled out most of the noise but still allowed him to enjoy a conversation with you.

By now it should have been embarrassing too, that most of the street vendors knew them by name.

You got a Takoyaki for free, the little old woman making them now a good friend you made six years ago.

“You got to eat for two.” She says, patting your hand. 

Shinsou flushed a scarlet red while you laughed freely. 

“Oh, I’m not pregnant. But I’m still going to enjoy this Takoyaki.”

“Can we get some goldfish?” You asked, your hand warm in his. 

“Do you really want goldfish? We already have three cats.”

It was the same discussion at every festival. So far he had always won, mainly because you easily became distracted by something more favorable - the stuffed toys.

“Look how cute this one is!” You pointed at a stuffed version of Chargebolt. “Let’s win it. It’s the perfect present for their baby shower.”

He hesitated, pointing at a plus to the side.

“I don’t know, did you see that one?”

It was a stuffed Dynamight, only recognizable as such by the color scheme. Whoever had produced it had lacked the motivation to do a proper job. He had a lazy eye, his hair looked completely wrong and his gauntlets were sewn onto his feet.

Had Shinsou been alone, he’d ignored the plush or taken a picture for the group chat, but he knew you better.

“Oh no.” You breathed out in agony. “The poor thing. No one’s going to want it.”

There was the sorrow and then, just as predicted, the resolution.

“We’ve got to get it.”

“Already on it.”

Shinsou might not be the Number One Hero - he did not mind leaving that spot to Deku - but he knew he was your Number One Hero.

Especially today, when you got to leave the stand with two stuffed toys pressed into your arms, little Chargebolt and poor troubled Dynamight.

The smile on your face was worth all the trouble he’d gone through securing the prize.

And when they left the festival later, a couple yen lighter but with full bellies and two identical lollipops in the likeness of Ingenium - they did not get his hair color right, but who cared about that? - it felt reminiscent of their past as well as their future.

Their had been many dates like this before, too many to count.

There will be many dates like this in the future. Shinsou hoped it would be too many to count. 

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[rocksibblingsau]

Hey so since everyone is throwing adopt branch ideas I'm going to to throw this out there, Bergen adopted branch. Here me out ok. Since he's grey he can't make bergans happy so they give him to prince gristle as a pet till he regains colors to make him happy. Eventually tho they bond being grey and unhappy. Poppy even mentioned the similarities in the first movie. When the prince becomes king he makes branch a person of royal status because he has no friends. He can tell Bridget likes gristle cuz he's actually a smooth romantic (he got it from Bruce) he probably does is so gristle would leave him alone. They realize they don't need trolls to be happy! Branch has just been like: this sucks but at least I'm not dead and some Bergen don't 100% suck. I'm not sure how he'd react to them being happy… but just throwing this out here.

I'm a sucker for Bergen AUs (Bergen Branch a concept I love toying with), and Branch being 'adopted' by the Gristles is a very interesting one! I actually believe I saw one here on tumblr, though I can't recall who made the AU.

I could absolutely see Gristle Jr as a child being a bit more open to actually talking with trolls, and with Branch talking back to him he'd likely quickly see Branch as a person.

This is the one AU where I don't know if Branch could regain his colors early. He has a lot of Bergen trauma and unlike the rest, no one is actually invested in his mental well being from the get go. Here's the kicker though, he's also not been exposed to as much as the Pop Trolls nonsense, so he might not be as jaded and openly hateful to music itself.

I like the idea of Bridget cleaning Gristle's room and talking to Branch, or rather talking at Branch. I don't think she'd ever have gotten to eat a Troll either (Chef clearly doesn't consider her a 'person' much so she wouldn't have given her one during Trollstice) so I don't think she's aware they can really talk. They sing, yeah, but to her and most Bergens it's probably more in a parrot type way (mimicking language but no human levels of sentience/sapience).

She sorta uses Branch to vent to and talk about how in love with Gristle she is and how he'll never notice her and after enough times of this Branch gets tired of the silent treatment not working and says something and nearly gives her a heart attack.

Branch ends up playing therapist to two Bergens.

"Out of the three of us, two of us being creatures of pure misery incapable of feeling even the faintest joy on their on and one of us being a creature of pure joy made to sing and dance nonstop... how am I the most miserable person in the room?"

[alter-soup]

if you don't mind, can we request an alter based off the theme of your blog, please? :)

Name(s) - Dot, Doodle

Pronouns- It/its, He/him

Suggested Neopronouns- 🌈/🌈s, ⭐/⭐s, 🪐/🪐s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍧/🍧s, visual/visuals, sketch/sketches, erase/erases

Gender(s)- Demiboy

Suggested Xenogenders- cherrygender, clowndoggender, plastic dinoid

Orientation- Gay

Age- Ageless

Species- A humanoid chalkboard. You heard that right! (It'll be elaborated on in the Extra Details colum)

Role(s)- Architect

Kins- Peacock, Parrot Fish, Glass Frog

Personality traits/details- Friendly, kind, fun, giving

Likes- Arts and crafts, creativity, fidgets, small toys, stickers, drawing, rainbows, accessories, fashion, bright colors

Dislikes- Being lonely, failing

Sign Off- 🎉🎨

Extra details- Instead of normal skin, his flesh is made out of a hard yet smooth texture: the same as a chalkboard. It enjoys doodling on himself with chalk, and is happy to let littles do the same or take suggestions. He loves to draw and some of its drawings can even come to life, whether that helps with assisting to build hs (if you have one), or even make tiny non-sentient pets!

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[kollector-of-stims]

I have managed to choose my top 50 favorite stim toys out of my collection!

First, the top 10:

1: Nee Doh Nice Cube. Just perfect all around!

2: Marshmello Fruitz grapes sugar ball. It fits in my hand really well because of its shape and honestly may be tied first place with the Nice Cube..

3: Squirkies turtle. The clicking buttons, joystick head, and switch tail just make it so satisfying to me for some reason-

4: Mini articulated fidget slug. The amazingness of the fidget slugs but smaller and easy to use in public!

5: Fidget worm/Morf fidet. Something about holding it and shaking it to make it rattle has just appealed to me a lot out of nowhere? Also fun to move around when listening to music!

6: Marshmello Fruitz strawberry sugar ball. Amazing texture from this one specifically and I also like fruit!

7: Marshmello Fruitz pineapple sugar ball. Pretty colors and sometimes the softer sugar balls are good in occassions!

8: Bubble tea squish. The sound...mainly the sound...That, and I always like water squishies!

9: Squirkies chameleon. Small, cool fidget options, love the silicone tail!

10: OddBallz click clack molecule ball. SOOUNND..And feel ofc but the sound is a GREAT addition!

My 40 other fave stim toys under the cut!

11-20:

11: Pastel Fidget Slug. My first one ever!

12: Rainbow Fidget Slug. Pretty colors!

13: Candy Drop Sugar Ball. Nice texture that's soft but not too soft!

14: Galaxy Infinity Cube.

15: Mini Train Pop It. Purple, train, and portable!

16: Jumbo Squishy Gummy Worm.

17: Watchitude Octoz Fidget Octopus.

18: Mad Lab Glob Ball.

19: Brain Splat Ball.

20: JA-RU Stretchy Sand-Filled Banana.

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21-30:

21: Squishy Dumpling.

22: Galaxy Fidget Cube. My first fidget item with fidget in the name! Been treating me well for years~

23: Super Duper Sugar Squishers Axolotl.

24: Takumo Kawaii Squishy Kitty.

25: Small Blue Bear Sparkly Squishy.

26: Boink. Simple but effective in public and easy to hide in your sleeve if you want!

27: Squirkies Scorpion. After I replaced the wacky tracks tail it got a lot better and less squeaky!

28: Mini Pop It Single. Simple as that!

29: Rat Splat Ball. Little friend!

30: Foam Penguin Squishy. Came in a mystery pack and is actually super soft!

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31-40:

31: Orbeez Filled Squishy Bat.

32: JA-RU Dragon Monkey Noodle. I like dragons!

33: Squirkies Butterfly.

34: Textured Skeleton Monkey Noodle. I like Halloween and skeletons! Also less things to get in the way while you run your hand along the textures!

35: Sand Filled Moon. Nice texture AND a little weighted!

36: Squirkies Monkey.

37: 5 Bearing Fidget Spinner. Fidget spinners always work for me!

38: Mini Fidget Cube. Good for the Dentist or other appointments or meetings!

39: Mini Tangle.

40: Small Suction Toy. Got it from a quarter machine and honestly? Very nice!

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41-50:

41: Realistic Stretchy Banana.

42: Art Palette Clicking Button Fidget.

43: Mini Wacky Tracks.

44: Parrot Dimple. Chose the parrot for the animal and colors!

45: Simple Orbeez Squish. Classic, cheap, and effective for me!

46: Pop It. This one has great pops!

47: Textured side an ASMR Fidget Cube. I split it all into pieces and like this one the most!

48: Mini Slinky.

49: Cat in a Cup.

50: Foam Ball Squish. My legit first stim toy ever! It's been through a lot and has gathered a lot of sentimental value!

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If you have any questions about any of these stim toys such as the brand or where I got them from, or if you have one of these too, I'd love to see and/or answer!!

[confettiepup]

Introduction!

🐋 Hii! My name is puppie or confettie! Welcome to my colorful little world! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ My pronouns are she/her, I’m 22, autistic and an age regressor, I also have vision disability due to a rare eye disease

I’m a promoter for the shop Oopsie Daizee! They are a sfw paci shop! My promo code is “puppie” if you want 10% off

🍮 I’m a kawaii/cutecore (jojifuku) girly, I always dress up im that style and it makes me so happy and my room is my heaven I love surrounding myself with cute stuff and healing my inner child, I used to hide it but now I embrace it <3

🐠 My big age is 22 and my little age varies from 3 to 5 mostly, can be up to 11. I’m pretty sure I’m a permaregressor: leaded by my neurodiversity (mainly and my traumas (coping mechanism). I’ve never felt connection with people my age, I’m either too emotionally mature or too childish in my interests. I’m French Canadian 🇨🇦, I speak both French and English comfortably

🐬 My disability: I have the Best disease, (vitelliform macular dystrophy). Here is a site explaining what it is exactly. I’m also on the spectrum, tone indicators are welcome if you want or have to use them I totally understand <3

🐇 Pet regressors, therians and furries are welcome too! I don’t really identify as a pet regressor but I identify a lot to puppy, kitty, bunny and dragon space! I just don’t know what term to use but I’ll always tag petre and therian in my posts

🍭 I’m regressing for a lots of reasons (one of them is due to trauma). My regression is a coping mechanism diagnosed and is potentially linked to my autism. I regress both voluntary and involuntary!

☆Here’s my links for my other socials and more! ☆

✿ animals: my favourites are guinea pigs, crows, ravens, octopus, bunnies, whale sharks, parrots, american woodcock (timberdoodle) bird, dogs, bumblebees, capybaras!

✿ Japanese fashion: fairy kei, kawaii/cutecore, decora, jojifuku, gyaru, harajuku

✿ Drawing (traditionally and digitally)

✿ Crafting; like sewing, painting, diy’s, making bracelets, wanna learn crocheting and more!

✿ Toys! I collect lots of them!

✿ Cartoons/videos games

✩Cartoons!: My little pony (g4), Bluey, Peppa pig, the Octonauts, Young justice, paw patrol

✩ Video games: I looove animal crossing, Spyro, five nights at freddy’s, I also really like watching Markiplier’s horror games videos

✩Animals: Guinea pigs, ravens and parrots makes me so happy, dalmatians, dragons and raptors, I also love sea life! Octopus and whale sharks are my fav! Bumblebees looks so cute I try to not stim when I see them lol

✩ Toys: I collect my little pony toys (g3, g3.5 and g4), littlest petshops, plushies (I have an unhealthily amount of them-), calico critters

✩ Characters: Fluttershy - Pinkie pie - Discord (mlp), Nightwing - Klarion the witch boy (DC young justice/Earth 16), Spyro - Cinder - Ignitus (tlos and the spyro og trilogy) , Bingo (Bluey), Everest - Jake - Rex - Captain Turbot (paw patrol)

ᯓ 「 ✦ DNI ✦ 」

General DNI: N$fw, l0li/sh0tacon, p3do/m@p, k!nk, pr0-@n@/$h, racist, drama, etc

My dog Cloe protects this blog υ´• ﻌ •`υ!!

˗ˏˋ my dms and asks are open if you want! ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ just consider that I’m very shy and can get nervous when interacting. English is not my first language and I’m autistic so please be patient with me <3

ᯓ★I might open drawing commissions soon!

˗ˏˋ Tags ˎˊ˗

ᯓ★ To be determined! (Work in progress)

{#marine 🪼 #confettiepup #wishfish🐠#plushies }

See ya! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[britany1997]

What pets the Lost Boys would have

(Not my gifs)

David:

• A cat. Definitely

• David is already basically a cat

• He doesn’t like people, he DOES like eating, he’s grumpy when he wakes up, he’s low key mean and standoffish but if he likes someone he REALLY likes them

• A lot of people headcanon he calls his S/Os “kitten”

• A cat is perfect for him:)

• He gets a black cat for the aesthetic™️

• He would be chill with any kind of cat tho low key

• His cat isn’t super clingy or jumpy which he appreciates

• But sometimes, while the boys are gone, they take naps together:)

• He sits in his wheelchair, his cat jumps on his lap and they both fall asleep

• If anyone brings it up/catches him he denies it vehemently

• He’s got a reputation to protect

• But that cat has his whole heart

Dwayne:

•Dwayne just gives me dog person vibes

• He’d have a big dog like a Saint Bernard or a Doberman or something

• He’s already the dad daddy of the group so you know he takes care of his dog

• Takes it on walks, feeds it all natural food without added preservatives, gets steals it super expensive dog toys etcetera etcetera…

•Dwayne finds a dog park that’s open late and he brings it and Laddie

• Sometimes Star comes too:)

• He likes to play frisbee with his dog on the beach

• He has a bunch of pictures of his dog: at the cave, in cute little doggie clothes, of the both of them, one where Dwayne just put it on his skateboard and snapped a pic he has that one framed but don’t tell anyone he gets embarrassed

• Dwayne is intimidating but he’s a softy at heart. He loves his dog like his son🥺 (second son cause Laddie)

Paul:

• Ok so EVERYONE always says that Paul is a golden retriever and I completely agree

• And don’t get me wrong this man wants a dog SO BAD

• But the boys don’t trust him with the responsibility of owning a dog rightly so

• He gets distracted sometimes:(

• But he really REALLY wants a pet like everyone else

• They get him a goldfish:)

• David feeds it and complains

• Paul loves it

• Sometimes when they wake up at night, he’s talking to the goldfish

• They’re besties:)

• His fish dies every 6 or so months but Dwayne always replaces it before Paul sees

• He’s had “the same goldfish” for 10 years now

• Dwayne is worried Paul will notice

• He won’t:)

Marko:

• Marko has a bunch of pigeons as pets canonically.

• Obviously he has names for all of them and he low key gets mad when the boys can’t remember their names

• In addition to the pigeons, I think he would also have a parrot

• Marko would adore a parrot’s brightly colored feathers, they match his vibe

• He would also enjoy a pet that talks

• He teaches it cuss words >:)

• This REALLY pisses Dwayne off because this is how Laddie learns most profanities (oops)

• So he teaches the parrot curses in Italian >:)

• He also uses the parrot to freak Paul out

• He trains it to hide in small dark corners of the cave and call Paul’s name.

• Paul thinks the cave is haunted

• Marko thinks it’s hilarious

All in all, the boys love their pets:)

[theitalianscribe]

Norman headcannons

In life, Norman was good at doing impressions. This carried over into his cyborg/android design with a program that lets him perfect replicate people's voices.

Building off the above point, Norman wasn't originally the one doing the company tapes. That person asked too many questions and thus were needed... elsewhere. Since he already was discreet and okay with all the shady stuff, Norman was put on voiceover detail.

Norman has/had a bird.

Norman having a bird probably works better in an au, but he has this bird, maybe a parrot, maybe a budgie, and it has a yellow head and its wings and chest are the same color. I picture them as pink or purple, but I'm having trouble finding birds with that coloring. When he meets the bird, Andrew/Morris is chuckling because Norman is wearing a jacket that happens to be the same color as the bird's and they look identical.

Just. Let Norman have a pet bird!

Also I have an AU where everyone is alive and in highschool. In that one, Watchful Eye Toys exists as a research company headed by Norman's parents and he is expected to take it over. (I wanted to ramble about this in the tags but I reached the tag limit so I am adding this back here as an extra bullet point.) He gives off heir to a big company and kind of sheltered vibes.

[avocad1sh0w0]

Okay

I just searched about what parrots are scared of....

And I need to write one Oneshot for each one of these, but, I'll leave it up to you decide which one to go first

Now, of course it'll be Grian centered and a lot of Scarian too, but

- according to google these are 10 of parrots "worst" fears -

-WILD BIRDS or PREDATORS. ...

-BALLOONS. ...

-BROOMS OR STICKS. ...

-VACUUMS. ...

-TOWELS. ...

-NEW TOYS OR PERCHES. ...

-SUNGLASSES OR GLASSES. ...

-CERTAIN COLORS (COMMONLY RED)

-LOUD NOISES

-THE DARK

The asks are open my people, this is going to be fun

[ceruleanmusings]

Blood Diamond; Year One

prologue

Brooke sighed a long, weary sigh, bringing her shoulders down and pressing two fingers to her throbbing temples when the front door closed behind the departing guests with a heavy thud. Sterling probably threw his body weight against it again. That's what he got for not fixing it when she noticed it started to sag a few months ago.

It's fine, he said. It still closes. Isn't that the point?

Which was funny because she thought the whole point of a door was for it to actually work. He kept huffing and sighing and saying he'd fix it but, next thing she knew, he was stumbling through it with his ramrod of a shoulder and alcohol-guided legs.

He'd sag onto the doorknob, laughing in delayed mirth about how some "bodacious babe" threw a bra to him on stage and how "he still got it" and give Brooke that look. As if he wanted her to be the one in the crowds taking off her undergarments and throwing them at him for some cheap show of possession. Because the ring on his finger and the photo evidence of their flash-in-the-pan basement wedding that he insisted on meant nothing, apparently.

....Well, at least they'd have that in common.

He'd stumble and stagger into their room, shedding himself of his smoke-filled clothes along the way, waking James up like he always did. And he'd laugh and make faces at their little boy only to then flop onto the bed and be out within two breaths, smearing his grimy and sweaty body on her clean sheets and Brooke would be stuck trying to get him back down at two in the morning.

How was that fair?

"Mama?"

Brooke opened her eyes and turned towards James, not bothering to hide her sneer. It was mostly directed at her husband but James had a hand in it too. Uttering that word again.

He's advanced, the doctors said when she lugged him to another pediatric checkup. Most kids don't start speaking until around twelve months on average. He was seven months at that point. A little butterball who grabbed at everything and clung to her like he was fused to her skin.

Everyone was excited to know he was already speaking and that's all they could talk about. Repeating him like a deranged pack of parrots, clapping their hands and opening their faces in exaggerated and grotesque displays of wonder.

You should be so proud! they said. Proud of what? She had nothing to do with that.

She was proud she was able to drop the weight James bestowed upon her within four months of giving birth but no one complimented her on that. No one paid attention to that. No one said anything about how she managed to wrangle two children and keep her home immaculate when James got into everything and Sterling seemed allergic to keeping his clothes off the floor. (That part she didn't mind in the beginning, his body was as handsome as his face, but now it was just pathetic.)

And now it happened all over again. She spent how many hours on the phone just to plan the perfect party for James' first brithday? It was a big deal, apparently. And yet everyone was focused on him and didn't bother to compliment her on the color scheme she'd chosen, the food she had slaved over, the outfit she had perfectly planned, the toys she bought him (of which he promptly ignored and only played with the boxes. How ungrateful!)

Her aunt had tried to suggest getting James something silly like a smash cake but Brooke shut that down in an instant. James would be smashing nothing, thank you very much, and she didn't need his grubby, cake-y fingers all over her clothes, ruining her look that she spent three hours perfecting. It was her first big event after having James. She needed to look like she had it all together.

But James was the star of the show, as usual. His feet didn't touch the ground, he was passed along like a sack of potatoes from one relative to the next. (No, that wasn't a dig, he was getting to be a large and heavy boy. She'd be keeping an eye on that.) And they oohed and aahed and cooed over him wiggling in their arms, making noises of distress, and mumbling, "Mama, Mama" over and over again until she had to take him back.

And now, there he sat plonked on the floor, looking up at her with those big, beautiful hazel eyes that people couldn't stop gushing over, head tilted to the side as if sizing her up.

"Mama?" he repeated, stretching out his arms, lowering lip sticking out.

She sighed again. "What? What do you need now?"

His lip sucked back in. He lowered his arms, head turning this way and that. Then he leaned forward, latching his claw-like fingers on the coffee table he'd bumped his head against a few times too many—because he didn't listen when she told him to stay away from it—and grunted and groaned and lifted himself up onto wobbly legs.

Brooke stared, gaped, as James' brows furrowed and his body wiggled and he took a tentative step forward. Gasping, she surged forward, nearly collapsing out her chair, and placed a hand on James' shoulder. He looked up at her, face breaking into a beaming smile only for it to fade when she pressed down and sat him back onto his butt.

"Did he...?"

"Hmm?" Brooke turned her eyes over to Sterling who stood in the door frame. Leaning back on her heels, she casually brushed her hair out of her face. His eyes bounced back and forth between James and Brooke's faces

"Did James just walk?" Sterling's finger cut through the still air, almost as if he were accusing her of something. Which was very rude.

"Oh..." She wracked her brain, glancing at James. James stared back, hands bunched up in front of his mouth, lips wiggling as if trying to decide to smile or frown. "No," she said, voice light. "You must be seeing things. He's not ready for that." Sterling stared at her with that stupid look on his face and she waved him away, telling him he forgot to clean and sterilize the baby bottles. Again. Sterling mumbled something about getting around to it but it faded away to an annoying buzz since Brooke turned her focus back to James.

He can't be walking. Not yet. If he had tried that at the party? It'd be pandemonium and she might as well be the forgotten neighbor down the street. No. He wasn't walking. Not if she had anything to do with it. Leaning close until they were almost nose to nose, she said, "You just stay there a little bit longer." James giggled, grabbed her face, and smacked a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

She wiped it off.

@witchofinterest @partiallypearl @raging-violets @myloveforhergoeson