#harpy y/n

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#117 CAWK CAWK!

Harpy!Y/n: I don't wanna be somebody's dream girl anymore!!!

Harpy!Y/n*Bird pose and vibrating*I WANNA BE THEIR ABSOLUTELY WORST NIGHTMARE!?!

Kaeya*sitting on a bench as you tug on his clothes, bite his arms, and run around in circles around him, pretty used to this side of you and finding it endearing*

Harpy!Y/n*Feral Gremlin noises*YABIDI YABIDI YAAAAAAH!?!

Part 3 of:

[missterious-figure]

Just gonna ask this again cuz im determined, swap wine and feathers but blood and feathers :D ?

Blood and feathers harpy y/n!

(Thank you for your patience)

You are tough enough to go toe-to-toe with the three brothers and they love it. Though it's hard to get them to share you, you make it work. Hunting with them, and being "hunted" by them is exhilarating. Making them frustrated as they miss you by mer inches is just so hilarious. Your just as skilled as them and they need to work it for you.

Of course, the boys are equally as annoying as you are. Taking your things and making you do the chasing, or killing a victim just before you can. It's infuriating, but not undeserved on your part.

Your favorite method of killing is to stab a claw into the neck of a victim and let them choke and bleed out.

[helpthewaterisonfire]

The Moon’s Dance.

(a harpy moon x female harpy y/n story-

au by @missterious-figure!)

Moon always liked to tease you- to play with you. And he was patient… to some extent.

Moon was quiet- and he wasn’t any less of a problem than his brothers. He was insanely good at appearing behind you suddenly, and loved your reactions.

But he could always catch you- and after Sun grooming you it was the very next day when he caught you.

You were relaxing the bridge- (which was a beautiful area with pink cherry blooms and a soft sweet smell in the air- and the water below was a glittering pond that perfectly mirrored the moon at night and the sun at day) it was always a nice place to unwind and relax after a long day.

You had your hands over the railing and were taking deep breathes to relax yourself after avoiding the celestial peacock brothers all day.

It was night now, and there was a crescent moon in the sky. You were about to leave and go to your room until someone grabbed your hand from behind and spun you around to face him as though it was a dance. It was Moon himself- and he had placed a talon under your chin and your head tilted up to him.

“How are my Little Moon Blossom?” He asked with a slight purr in his voice.

You froze up for a bit. ‘Oh no…’ There was a softness in his eyes and his feathers glowed in the moonlight… But you knew well he was jealous of Sun and would try and out do him.

Suddenly he twirled you around so that you were in front of him. He slowly put his hand on your hip while holding your other hand. “Care to dance in the moonlight with me?” He asked while kissing your hand and wrapping his tail over you momentarily.

… It’s been a long day- and you had a feeling saying no would get you no where. ‘… sigh.’ Internally sighing you give in for now. “Why not?” You responded.

That was seemingly the right answer as he grinned a bit wider and started to go to the side which you followed. You danced in a counter-clock wise circle as he smiled down at you. Once you reached your starting place again he twirled you then scooped you up and held you closely. He looked at you with a smile for a bit as a wind blowed and caused a nearby wind chime to ring out into the night. Then leaned the both of you down while pressing you to him- your faces a inch apart.

Your face goes red- he was… so close! You were so nervous- was he going to kiss you?!

As thoughts ran through your head he suddenly chuckled and sat you down and straightened up. “You’re too cute.~” He said as he put his hand on your shoulder blade. Your heart was still beating quickly from the close call. “And… you’re a good dancer.” You said- why you said that you don’t know… but it was true! And you knew he knew that. You placed your hand over his arm and held his other hand- like one does in waltzes. The dance started again. He started to walk backwards with you walking in front of him. As you both reached the the other side of the bridge he twirled you and switched roles as he was walking towards you and you were walking backwards. As you reached the end of the bridge on the other side again you were spun one last time and your back was facing his chest. He leaned down by your face. He was so close you could feel his warm breathe.

“Until next time my Little Moon Blossom.~” He purrs as he lets you go. And begins to walk away chuckling to himself… you were left a blushing mess after that.

You waited until he was out of sight before slumping against the smooth wooden railing of the bridge where your hands hung over it again… they just kept becoming more and more…

You covered your face and your hands… you needed sleep.

Giving one last gaze at the pond below you, you see the crescent moon glittering in the water’s reflection… then got up and walked away to your room- trying to stop thinking about Sun and Moon.

Hey! I really loved the idea of Y/N being a female harpy so I decided to make more content of that! And I don’t know a lot about dancing and I’m new to writing- so if anyone wants to point out thing that I did wrong please feel free to share! Have a great night/day/evening/morning!

[amymaleneart]

This is just so cute and wholesome 💛❤️💙

I somehow imagine y/n doing some sort of trilling or purring sound to comfort the babies.

Mama Harpy!Y/N from @naffeclipse’s AU (Cardinal Instinct) which stemmed from another AU (Apex Polarity) has me in a vice grip and it won’t let go..

*Throws this into the wilderness and runs*

[tomahachi12]

I want you to know that your virus au has me in a chokehold. I am in love with these critter drones.

One thing I'm curious about is do the physical changes caused by the virus happen gradually or all at once? I know you said that the virus "slowly" turns them feral but do a drone's body change after their mind changes or alongside it?

Also, does Kitty!V react to laser pointers? :3c

I actually have a sketch page I did like a month ago when I was first exploring the idea.

It explains a couple of things about how the virus would effect them and the changes that each of them went through.

Their mind is usually the first thing to go.

The changes to their bodies happen gradually. It can take anywhere from a couple hours to a couple days, depending on the drone. If they're already infected and get bitten by another infected drone, it can increase the speed of their changes.

full view so you can read everything

This is where Harpy J started as well lol

and yes, kitty!V does react to laser pointers, they all do.

I'm too sleepy to draw it rn tho sorry

[2-dsimp]

I remember hearing from bird owners on the internet never to pet a bird's wings and back due to it arousing the bird, so many bird owners say to just pet their heads.

So, if someone where to "accidentally" brush past a certain Harpy's wings and lower back, or to playfully mess with the feathers a bit, how would said harpy react?

Love to mess with others and want to rile up Lynx a bit heh

Cw: Fem! Reader, NSFW🔞 creampie, knotting, praise, Lynx being a horny birb, overestimation, cum inflation, breeding, exhibition, use of public toilet stall, possessive/obsessive tendencies. Slight degradation.

Synopsis: You decided it would be a good idea to figuratively and literally ruffle the harpy’s feathers and you ended up getting more of a reaction than you bargained for.

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"My muse~ you know how I can’t bear to resist you on a daily basis.”

The harpy scolded, his voice low and husky with desire. Using his clawed hands to cover your lips in order for your explicit sounds not to escape the bathroom stall y’all were currently boxed inside of.

“So Why would you do that when I was just about to be handed my Grammy?"

The singer could feel himself getting closer, his own pleasure building up inside of him as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. He struggled to hold on, gritting his teeth as he tried to savor the five minutes. That he so desperately asked for, just to momentarily hold off on accepting his trophy for having the best selling album.

Using the excuse that he needed to use the bathroom to get rid of his cold feet. When in reality the moment you ruffled his sensitive feathers. Lynx damned near almost snatched you up and fucked you on stage. But thinking about his managers pleas on not causing havoc. The birdman instead hustled you into the nearest bathroom stall.

“You must’ve done this on purpose. Did you really want me to give you my knot that badly baby?"

He panted, relishing in the harsh wet smacks of his balls against your plump ass. His long lashes fluttered shut as he humped you frantically knowing that time was running out. Twitching sporadically as his fleshy pointed cock. Kept spurting out copious amounts of clear precum which continually fattened you up.

"Fuck! You’re sucha bad girl, getting me all worked up. I can feel your juices splashing on my knot, such a dirty chicky you are~”

The Harpy no doubt felt his impending orgasm threatening to burst from his leaking dick. like a pressurized dam, his family jewels throbbing to unload his hot jizz inside of you. As he felt you squirting on his meaty rod that was hitting all your weak spots.

"Imma stuff you up with so much cum, that your gonna leave a snail trail wherever you go. That way people will know that you’re taken."

Lynx trilled melodically, his tail feathers swishing as his plumaged fluffed up from the sensation of your cunt clenched down on his length that was bullying its way against your womb.

“You’d like that right? My pretty mate? Of course you would!”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck biting and licking at the sweat dripping from your skin. Not even taking not of how you were crying fat tears of overstimulation from being stuffed to the brim with his growing knot lodged inside your clammy walls. His shaft still fucking itself into your weeping quim as he prepared to let go. Since it was almost time for him to get back stage and accept his reward ceremony.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you more later on, so for now just open up that cute womb of yours so I can flood it with my hatchlings yeah?”

With a bodily shudder racking through him he pressed his body flush against you. His wings hugging you within a protective cocoon. Whilst he released his hot harpy sperm deep inside of you, filling you up completely with his seed. He let out a breathy, guttural keen of exhilaration as he continued to ride his high inside of you, his knot still expanding in depth within your pussy as he proceeded to ground himself empty completely inside of you.

"Mmm, you feel s-so good, my muse… You think I can squeeze in one more load inside of your pretty pussy?"

Lynx drawled out , his voice scratchy and needy as he slowed down his movements. The Harpy stayed inside of you, his cock still twitching as he enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. From hearing your small moans in response his penis already returned to half mast eager to fuck another batch of his baby batter inside you.

[yasashii-leaf]

Monster Harpy Tim Drake x reader

[random-tail]

Eclipse u better run.. I mean swim.

Based off this comment

Orca!eclipse belongs to @naffeclipse

[naffeclipse]

I've been writing Harpy!Y/N with the siren babies and I can't stop thinking about the twins grown up but still young, paired with the fact that their one parent is a harpy, and that one scene from Tarzan keeps replaying over and over in my head of grown-up scary siren Moon creeping along the surface to the edge of icy land, about to scare his small harpy parent but—

Harpy!Y/N: *preening their feathers and doesn't look up* Don't even think about it.

Orca!Moon: *pouts and half-flops on the ice beside Harpy!Y/N* How'd you know it was me?

Harpy!Y/N: I'm your parent, chick, I know everything. Now where is your brother?

Orca!Moon: *grinning like Eclipse* I thought you knew everything—OUGH *pulled into the water by Orca!Sun as they begin roughhousing and splashing water onto the ice*

Orca!Sun: *popping his head out of the water while shoving Orca!Moon under* Good morning! You're looking remarkedly preened today.

Harpy!Y/N: *softly, amused* Hello, chick.

[melanirana]

A comic based on this ask about Orca!Eclipse reaction to humpback whales saving his prey, so I had to. Went a bit bonkers for my standards.

And of course Cardinal Instinct/ Apex Ploarity are from the wonderfull @naffeclipse Enjoy!

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#96 Cryptic Cuddler

Harpy Y/n au but now...present time

In Angel's share

Kaeya: Sometimes I feel something crawl over me at night…

Diluc: It’s the consequences of your actions

Jean: The guilt that comes with your choices

Rosaria: Past trauma

Harpy!Y/n*Sipping nonalcoholic drink and feathers ruffle looking innocently at Kaeya* Oops that was me, I sneak into your room to cuddle, when we were kids you always begged me to sleep with you cuz my feathers

Kaeya*Winces at...that memory, coughs into drink, and blushes...averting eye contact*...i-i dont remember that-

Diluc*Saw it...was time to finally poke fun at his brother*Really? I do you cry begging father to allow y/n to be with you

part 2 of :

[missterious-figure]

I was listening to some calming music earlier, I kept imagining flying with Sun through clouds, over oceans, and above lush forests. And I guess that's how this thing was born! Bird Folk Sun! Or Harpy Sun? Idk. The other harpy on the second picture is y/n!!

This is not really an au, (yet) more of an idea. I might use these two fluffy fliers to draw backgrounds...

[lilacxquartz]

PRETTY LITTLE TRINKET

harpy shoko ieiri x reader

plot: while lost at sea, you find yourself saved by a monster yet unable to leave — themes: yandere shoko, monster/human romance, f!reader, time period: early 1900s, alternate universe: mythical creatures

chapter 1 of 5 • next chapter > • main masterlist • ao3

1. Bon Voyage

If you were being completely honest, then you weren’t quite too sure as to why you took on this job in the first place. Perhaps you were just… desperate enough to escape from home. The prospect of working didn’t seem all too terrible if it meant not being cooped up indoors anymore, especially with the threat of an arranged marriage looming just around the corner.

The problem was, however, that very few vacancies had accepted women. That was the most frustrating part about this whole ordeal as you were forced to search a little further than you would have liked. Realistically speaking, the big city was your best bet since they let just about everyone work there now. Before you set out though, your mother tried again and again to talk you out of such, in her eyes ‘troubling’ prospects, pleading with you to reconsider. Perhaps it wasn’t a case of her not wanting for you to explore the world, maybe she had her dreams to do such a thing too—if even just vicariously, but the world she knew was an unforgiving one and it would kill her to see you get hurt.

You understood that sentiment perfectly well, but you also didn’t care. If this was your only given life then what fun was there in obeying the norm when you had the opportunity to potentially defy it?

What fun was it, after all, to spend all of your remaining years left on this earth playing the role of a devoted housewife when there was so much to see of the world?

You wanted to experience it all.

You wanted to live.

You supposed that’s what did it, then. When you found the open vacancy that sought to fill out the role of a crew member aboard an embargo ship, it was almost like a sign for you. The positon itself was buried underneath all sorts of ads in the local paper and the salary wasn’t otherwise too different from what was offered in the city, but it was a place to work with both room and board.

The captain, who upon seeing the almost desperate and sheltered look that was apparent on your face could have abused his role when taking you on, but he never did. Supposedly, you reminded him of his late daughter who he had lost to the winter sickness, so from the goodness of his own heart, whether you were qualified or not, he took you in. The two of you both got on very well too and soon enough, the ship began to feel like a second home.

The work itself wasn’t too bad either, although it was exhausting at times. Since the ship was a cargo vessel, it meant that a lot of the ‘travel’ was linear as it cruised from one harbour to the other. However, sometimes, during the less busy seasons, the ship would at times sail towards the more leisurely spots. You’d dock together as part of the crew and the captain would personally direct you to all sorts of activities and delicacies alike—perhaps it would have been things his late daughter would have liked—but you didn’t quite mind at all, the two of you, helped each other heal in one way or another.

In a way, regardless, you were seeing the world as you had intended to do so from the very beginning. You were happy, even, with your place in life for the first time in forever to such an extent that you refused to go home—hoping to continue this sort of life for as long as you could help it.

However, what with the sea being a surely unforgiving place; it seemed that fate had a different sort of plan in store for you. It was a dark and stormy night, a setting that wasn’t all too unfamiliar when sailing through the murky depths. The ocean was seldom forgiving and that one particular night was more violent than usual. Heavy, crashing waves punched into the ship with such a strong impact, that when it leaned, you could hear as the vessel declined and creaked and waned and then finally… capsise.

It was an unreal experience to have woken up to such horrors, since just moments before you were fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what was churning on the surface. A part of you wondered if it was just the case of being understaffed due to a low hire season, but just from hearing the roaring force of the waves just outside, you quickly understood that there was never any hope to be had in the first place.

No, this voyage was a doomed one from the minute that it had begun to set sail.

You scrambled forward either way, tearing out of your chambers as you dove head first into the quickly flooding hallway. Everything was leaning to the side, the scene disorienting you with the muddied direction. Some things were on fire in the distance, just barely illuminating the way. For the most part, you had to use your own internally mapped memory to swim your way out. You clawed desperately through the misdirected waters that pushed and kneaded you back and forth, hissing sharply strained whispers as your leg snagged over what felt like sharp metal. Your arms too, quickly grew tired as they thrashed towards the surface, just barely making it out in time to climb aboard the sinking wreck. Just like everyone else before you, however, you were soon hurled toward the dark waters, ready to be consumed by the pull of the unwavering void.

A fiery sensation flooded into your lungs; the feeling of molten lava trickling into your core and settling far and deep took over your senses. You couldn’t even breathe anymore as an unseen force prevented both the entry and exit of air alike.

No regrets were however had as you tried your best to at least float towards the surface, wherever that could have possibly been. Even despite your near-early end, you would have died free in the open world and thankfully not a prisoner to a life you knew that you would have hated.

So when your vision at last declined, surrendering to something beyond just the darkness; you simply just… accepted it all.

~~~

Much to your surprise, you managed to wake up. Somewhere bright. The sensation of grass and branches alike poked at your bare skin, leaving you in a perpetual state of slight discomfort. In a spur of confusion, you tore upwards to make sense of what you were feeling exactly, choking out lodged water out of your lungs that then oozed down your chin, mixing with dribbling saliva. A sharp sensation of searing pain swept through your leg when you tried to adjust your position, finding that there was tightly bound seaweed clinging around your thighs in a makeshift bandage of some sort. Your mind drifted back to the memory of you hurting yourself the night(?) before, but you couldn’t have been too certain.

The pain was a harsh reminder that you were essentially trapped wherever it was you were, nothing seeming familiar in your immediate line of sight.

In fact, where were you exactly?

You looked all around you, finding that you were on a cliff edge of some sort and that you were sitting in the middle of a giant nest. Some sort of fear gripped you, thinking that you might have been a snack for some sort of vulture, but then your mind quickly dismissed the thought. Such big birds didn’t exist… did they?

It must have been something else.

As your mind raced for answers, your train of thought was suddenly stifled by the roaring flutter of descending winds settling over your location. Looking up, you tried your best to make sense of what you were looking at exactly, but you were completely and utterly stumped.

Was this a man? A woman? A bird?

(…Both?)

Whatever they were, they knelt immediately, extending out their clawed feathered fingers to tug and tighten the seaweed wrapped around your leg, securing it further into place, slapping away your hand into submission upon your protesting action.

“Stop,” they said. It was a woman’s voice, sounding oddly human. There was a strong hint of compassion laced in her tone, lulling you into the belief that all was just fine. However, the more you looked at her, the more you were left confused. Was this a… monster?

You stopped fretting either way, half believing whatever this was to be a dream—despite it all feeling so shockingly real.

The bird-monster leaned you back down into her nest, her eyes fixated on your weary pupils before settling down next to you. Her feathered form kept you warm despite the harsh coastal wind. “Rest,” she commanded, her words almost hypnotic, driving you off into a deep sleep whether you wanted to go under or not.

Maybe the answers could come later, then—but given just how bizarre this whole thing was—maybe also not.

For now, you needed to first recover.

Then you could find the appropriate time to freak out and question and attempt to make sense of this whole thing.

Who was she… and why did she save you?

this is part 3 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[harpsinfinity]

Javier escuella x female!reader

Smut !!

It had been such a long, hard day for Javier. Failing a mission, being bucked off his horse, and thrown in the mud. Literally.

He'd whisked both you and him into strawberry, in need of a hot bath and his beloved partner by his side.

You ended up in a room in a random hotel, the first you could find. It was a pleasant change from uncomfortable cots and scratchy pillows.

The sheets provided were soft as you sank yourself down on him. Javier was exhausted from the day, but who was he to deny you ?

He had you stuffed full of his cock, blunt nails digging into your hips as he lazily bounced you on him. A sinful combination of both of your whines and groans filled the room, thin walls doing nothing to conceal your acts.

But neither of you cared, whoever heard would never know that it was you and him

He looked so beautiful; messy hair splayed out on the pillow. His eyes half-lidded and drunk on pleasure as you rode him

"So good for me, mija" The large warm hands splayed across your waist slide upwards towards your chest, they brush over your spit-slicked, puffy nipples. His hands flick and pinch, making you whine out his name

Your hips began to move with a sense of urgency against his, your jaw falls open with every delicious slam to the spot inside you that makes you squeal and clench hard around him

With a gentle tug of your chin, Javier brings your kiss-swollen lips down to meet his. You can't help the keens that are forced out of you, he plays you like an instrument. Controlling every sound that falls from your lips

His hands tantalisingly make they're way back down, running his fingertips along your sides - making you shiver - before sliding down and meeting with your swollen bundle of nerves.

He rubs quick circles, making you moan into the kiss which he greedily drinks up

"Fuck- i-i'm so close-" you squeal when he roughly thrusts his hips up to meet yours. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel yourself getting so close to the edge of bliss

"You can do it, shit- come for me, amor" his voice is like silk in your ear, the final push you needed.

With a call of his name, you come undone around him, clenching impossibly tight. You could've sworn you saw pearly white gates for a second

Javier continues to punch his hips up into yours, helping you ride out you climax as he enters his; he fills you up like you deserve, white hot ropes painting your walls.

You fall slump against him, your sweat-slicked bodies stick together.

The rest of the night in filled with strong arms wrapped around you and gentle praises muttered in your ear

[2-dsimp]

How’s Mr.big bird when he’s in rut, especially if he’s already in a established relationship with the reader?

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𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕪 ℙ𝕣𝕖-𝕣𝕦𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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♬ 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩’𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖’𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖.

♬ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖; 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥.

♬𝔹𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕡𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕. (𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕)

♬𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.

♬𝕀𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤. 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕚𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖.

♬ 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

♬𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 (𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤/𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕤/𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤) 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖.

♬𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩 𝕀𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞. 𝕎𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤/𝕖𝕔𝕥.

♬ ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ��𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟.

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harpy Sun from the mythological creatures au would definitely flirt in the same way birds do where he shows u his nest and it's covered in miscellaneous stuff that's all red or yellow and if u choose to sit in his nest with him for a bit he's like 'omg we're married now' and he WILL cry if you inform him that human flirting doesnt work like that