#look at the proud birbs over their little ones

[witchofthesouls]

welp im apart of the carrier kink now but omg the command trine playing *yeet the sparkling* has me wheezing and picturing Starscream yelling first with his over his head and then just tossing the little seeker from a height he flew up and deemed good enough and generous to the bitty, mama carrier just moved their nest outside to catch bitties and out of spite for them throwing bitties.

Hey, those baby birds have to get used to falling. It won't matter who ignited the bitties because Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker will each get a chance dropping the bitties from above since it's like a rite of passage to them. A guide to their first taste of the sky, a prayer/hope for what kind of flyers they would be, and reinforce the bonds of support. Yes, little ones, you'll fall, but you'll be caught by family and flock.

If their grounded carrier tried to move the nest outside, then it would backfire. Skywarp would be delighted since as it reminds of his own sparkling days in the Wastelands. Starscream would be annoyed at 'roughing' it and nitpick at everything from the ambient temperature to the patterns on the thermal sheets to the way the gifts were placed. Thundercracker wouldn't have a preference, only that it's well-defended, has a supply bunker, and has a generator for a shield.

[cloudcountry]

Hi! I'd like to request a fic of Floyd and a reader who suffers from cuteness aggression, which causes them to randomly kiss all over Floyd's face and squeeze him back? Something cute! Thank you!!

SUMMARY: floyd is just too cute sometimes!! \(￣︶￣*\))

COMMENTS: @identity-theft-101 i think you would like this one <3

From pinching his cheeks to kissing all over his face to squeezing every part of him you can get your shrimpy hands on, Floyd never gets sick of you loving on him. He revels in it, embracing your love with a sharp toothed smile and a shrill giggle that sends shivers down the spines of everyone but the three most important people in his life.

He’ll jam his face towards you at any given moment and flash you one of his playful smiles, the one he knows will get you squealing and cooing and pinching his cheeks. He actively seeks out your attention, grabbing it from anyone else who may be in your general vicinity with a smug grin on his face.

This is a headcanon I’ve had for a while, but Floyd loves being referred to as little. It’s just so silly! He’s giant in and out of the water, with a muscular physique made for cutting through the ocean and snatching up fish, every feature made to be a predator, and yet here you are!

You coddle him and squish him, repeating over and over just how cute he is, whenever he laughs or tries something new or gets just a little grumpy. His shrill voice teasing you for being so affectionate only earns more praise from you.

Azul will find a way to maximize your “babying” of Floyd, mark my words. You’ll be brought into the lounge if it looks like he’s running out of steam or getting agitated, just so you can see him doing whatever and get all worked up about it.

Jade thinks it's amusing, to be honest. Especially when you coo and call his brother little. He knows it's not condescending, but he may pretend to be offended just to get a reaction out of you. Too bad for him, you know his game by now!

Floyd would adore a partner like this, someone so openly affectionate with him and proud to be around him. It would keep him on his toes and the praise would go straight to his head, what more could he want?

TAGLIST -> floyd's fishies . . . @cookiesandbiscuits @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @welcometomypersonalhell098 @dove-da-birb

[hollowtakami]

THE WORDS YOU GAVE ME

Keigo Takami x GN reader

CONTENT; pure fluff, waking up with my fav birb, pet names (duckie, baby bird, dove), comfort w/ some reverse comfort too.

WORD COUNT; 732

AUTHOR NOTE; im so sorry I’ve been gone so long!! :( life really got in the way and i’ve been unable to write from lack of motivation and stuff. i wrote this little drabble to try and get back into the swing of things, i’m quite proud of it but i’m still a little rusty. i hope you’re all doing well during the run up to the new year! remember to drink water and take care of yourself, you’re so loved <3

Mourning doves cooed out their quiet songs as the sun stretched out into the sky, wrapped in blankets of clouds. Its light slithered under your curtains and ran its warm ray of fingers over your face. You stirred, your face scrunching up as you reluctantly greeted a new day and turned to your side to be met with a comforting, red warmth; the fiery plumage of Keigo’s wings, his primaries spread over the thickness of your duck-feather duvet. You rub your eyes as you feel a hand stroke the hair from your face. Those hands trail down to rub your shoulders, massaging gentle circles of comfort into your skin.

“Morning, dove,” A voice croaks out.

“Good morning,” You reply, opening your heavy eyes to a sleepy Keigo, shirtless with the rising sun highlighting him like a halo through your curtains.

He smiles at the sound of your voice, amber suns pinning as the dark holes of his eyes dilate to twice their size. He stretches his wings out again as he shuffles closer to you, his hand on your shoulder raising to your face again, the pad of his thumb making circles on your cheek.

You feel yourself melt into the warmth of his touch, leaning in slightly. The comfort of the blankets and duvet were one thing, but when Keigo was under them with you, it was like the stars had aligned so perfectly. You knew that if he could, Keigo would align the stars for you, paint a sky full of the stars he knew you loved so much.

“How’d you sleep?” Keigo asked, never taking his eyes off you.

You shrugged, your throat still a little hoarse. You only leaned Keigo’s chest, the heat of his skin setting your cheeks on fire. You couldn’t tell if it was that or the brush of red that bloomed over your face, but Keigo was happy to still have that effect on you, after all this time.

He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, resting his chin. You hummed to yourself happily, half asleep. The two of you laid in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of each other breathing like a lifeline. Keigo ran his hands through your hair and draped a wing over the two of you like a blanket of red plumage - warm and cosy, with his safe, familiar scent.

Your eyes failed you, growing heavy again. You yawned, face scrunching up. Keigo would always laugh and tell you how cute he thought you were, kiss your nose softly and leave you a melting mess to resume whatever he was doing. This time was no different.

“Still tired, baby bird?” Keigo chirped, cupping your face and pecking your nose with a gentle kiss, smiling to himself as your soft blush only grew in intensity. “You’re so adorable.”

However many times he’d kiss you, it always felt like the first time. There was something about the love Keigo gave you that was so familiar yet so fresh. It set your weary heart at ease, it made everything okay.

You look up at him, your eyes like stars as they refracted the morning light. Keigo felt himself melting, choking back a stray chirp that dared to jump up his throat. His plumage fluffed up slightly, the perking of his primaries ruffling the duvet a little. You cupped his face with one hand, using your free hand to haul yourself upwards slightly as you kissed Keigo's nose, your cheek scratching against his stubble slightly as you sank back down into the sheets.

His eyes pinned, the gold of his irises almost completely taken over by black. He nervously smiled, his face redder than his wings. He was the one who gave affection, he was never one to be good at receiving it. The Commission had almost completely trained that out of him, oiling his heart with apathy instead of love. So, you always made sure to remind Keigo that he was loved, that he was worthy of love; after all, he did the same for you.

“I love you, Kei,” you cooed, beaming.

That repressed chirp regurgitated up from Keigo’s throat, a nervous laugh not far behind. You smiled, tracing his jawline with your thumb. Nicknames were the man’s weakness. Call him Kei, and he’ll melt.

Keigo beamed back, shining like a star.

“I love you too, duckie,”

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

NEW LIL POOTIS EP IS OUT SO HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS:

First of all, the backgrounds are so yummy looking

Scout's such a dork omg, ofc he wants to teach pootis baseball

so funny that sniper cannot throw a ball

soldier why would you break the window, miss pauling already has enough work

when scout was holding the football i legitamently thought he was gonna get charlie browned

DON"T PUNT POOTIS OMG

Medic and Heavy hanging out underneath a tree while reading aww

The little sandwich and angel medimedes circling pootis after he's been kicked

YES SCOUT BITE HIM

Their expressions after demo broke spy's window

(looks like a one of those draw your friend group prompts)

scout's evil little clap-

wake up pookie new emesis blue level stare from medic just dropped

Obsessed with with Medimedes fanboying over medic (I wonder what he'd think seeing a medic in the same colors as him-)

Hell yeah pootis you kick that soccer ball into the goal

Scout's such a proud birb mom

love this sign over one of the sinks

(transcript of what it says: wash all dirt, blood, brain matter, etc. from hands or else.)

THE KISS

THE FUCKING KISS

I will never be normal about this

gay birds save me... gay birds... save me gay birds

hell yeah letter from blootis, i need to see the blu guys again

obsessed with the photo of blu medic being like a cryptid

is bloo helping medic dig up bodies lmao

Pootis no! holding it (marbles) in doesn't do anything!

aw man pyro just wanted to play with a beach ball :(

Sniper may not be able to throw a baseball but he sure can hit Scout with a slingshot

OMG medimedes and medic bonding lets frickin go

Pootis finally threw the ball :,)

having ur mom and boyfriend be proud of you what more could you ask

[madamefeu]

Hi! Here’s what your favorite Helluva Boss character says about you. Once again, don’t take this to heart, it’s just a bit of fun:

Blitzø: You relate a little too hard to Bojack Horseman. You've done a lot of bad things in your life that you bitterly regret, and even though you're trying to be a better person now, you can't escape the feeling that you'll never be able to outrun your past. Regardless of what you did in the past, all you can do is try to be better now, even if you've burned several bridges to a crisp.

Stolas: Sinister gay, life-ruining mean gay. The kind of mean gay who does the most toxic shit to you and then plays the victim when called out.

Stella: Got room for the Jax fans in your little, 'my favorite character got ruined even though they were like that from the start' club? Because you should definitely start making room if you haven’t already. They need it.

Octavia: Your childhood was completely destroyed by your parents' unhappy marriage and subsequent divorce. You can't talk to either of your parents without one of them complaining about the other, and you wish more than anything that you weren't born into a loveless marriage so that you could've had a stable and happy childhood.

Loona: Furry. Need I say more? Because of all of the characters you could've picked, you went for the emo Hellhound. You have a kinky AO3 history and you dream about being stepped on by a goth dommy mommy.

Moxxie: You cling to your significant other because your relationship with them is the only healthy relationship you've ever had in your life. Your family are the worst, and you don't have many friends, on account of the fact that you keep befriending complete and utter jackasses.

Millie: Look, I get it, you love your significant other, and that’s great, but it is ok to have a life outside of them. Get a hobby, or something, IDK.

Fizzarolli: Hurt/comfort is your all-time favorite trope, and you live for romances with happy endings. You dream of finding a rich and powerful man who loves you with all his heart, not because you're a gold-digger, but because you want a classic happy Disney princess ending, and though you haven't found the right man yet, you're certain that you will someday.

Asmodeus: Your significant other thinks that you're way out of their league (And let's face it, you are), despite your repeated attempts to assure them that you love them as they are. Your sex life would make the most hardcore AO3 writer blush like a schoolgirl, and you'd be proud of it.

Beelzebub: Hello, Ke$ha fans! Your favorite music genre is 2010s EDM, and your favorite drink is whatever gets you drunk the fastest. Many people have tried to beat you in a drinking contest, but few have succeeded, and they consider it a great honor, because you have an iron liver, and getting you drunk is no easy task. It's a miracle that you haven't died from alcohol poisoning yet.

Mammon: I know that you've thought about putting $20,000 in a blender, drinking it, and then bragging to everyone that in a few hours, you're going to piss away 20 grand. And for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT DO IT.

Verosika Mayday: You’re still bitter over that one shitty ex of yours, but instead of letting it get you down, you use it as a driving force to become the most successful that you can possibly be. You’re fueled by spite, and you want nothing more than to rub your fame and fortune in the faces of everyone who’s ever wronged you.

Glitz and Glam: You’re a K-pop stan. Like, the most hardcore K-pop stan out there. The kind of K-pop stan that makes other K-pop stans uncomfortable and writes real-person fanfiction about your favorites.

Striker: You have a serious thing for cowboys. I’m talking, Brokeback Mountain is your favorite film, kind of serious. You’re into the brooding, lone ranger type of cowboy.

Andrealphus: You saw him, and you screamed, ‘Elsa birb’. Which, to be fair, that does seem to be what he is. If he gets any songs in the show, you hope that they’ll hit as hard as Let It Go did.

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

I am already thinking ahead to the future where Charlie's old enough to talk and his first word is "Jaime" or "Brother" because Jaime's been the best parent. I also think his second word would be "Roy" or full on calling Roy "Dada" because Roy's been right there with Jaime. I full on see Roy getting emotional to the level he reached when he announced his retirement. He's Charlie Tartt's Dada for sure.

Yes!!!! My dear friend and encourager (@f1-birb) gave me this sweet idea for what Charlie's first word is and I can't stop thinking about it so here's a little snippet of Charlie's first word

Jamie and Roy had been encouraging Charlie to speak for a few weeks. At ten months, Charlie had started to mimick sounds that vaguely resembled words, especially whenever one of them was reading to him.

And yet Jamie wasn't prepared for Charlie's first word when he blurted it out on a random Tuesday evening while they were sitting on the floor playing with some toys.

Charlie had been laughing at Jamie pulling funny faces while Roy read his book on the couch, occasionally replying to Charlie's babble when it was directed at him.

"Who am I, Charlie? Who am I?", Jamie asked, pulling faces and making a funny voice, thinking he wouldn't get a reply like usual.

Except this time he did.

"Damie!"

Charlie was pointing at him, looking proud of himself as he grinned before repeating the word.

"Did....did he just...?", Jamie gasped, looking at Roy who was smiling.

"Where's Jamie, little man?", Roy asked, slipping onto the floor to sit beside Charlie.

"Damie! Damie", Charlie giggled, his voice sweet as he pointed at Jamie again before crawling over into Jamie's lap.

All Jamie could do was stare at his little brother in awe before pulling him into a hug while fighting back the tears.

His little brother knew who he was. He was his first word.

Basically Charlie calls Jamie Damie. A combination of dad and Jamie, because J's are hard and he also sees Jamie as a dad at this age 🥹

[pupmusebox]

Silent fears put at ease.

-

Lucifer knew that bearing heirs came with the whirlwind of emotions and the shifting that happens of the course of carrying, especially when said form had that blend of both feminine and masculine features much to Pride's flustered mood when gazing upon himself.

A reason why Lucifer wanted to remain out of sight from the eyes of the public and just have more focus towards this bitty dragon birb, feeling that power building within while this dragon birb be quite powerful and rightfully so due to who their parents are. Grunting softly when this little dragon birb is moving around inside and responding to the hand resting over that belly.

The high emotions that Pride be feeling were quite intriguing when finding it to be such an experience really, bearing that glow of such energy from the blending power of their dragon birb heir and blushing deeply when this little one was so active at the moment. Feeling more when waiting for the dragon royal to come home after a long day and making quiet bird noises of anticipation.

“Finally… mrmm… Dia…? I know that you're tired but… could you… hold me? J-Just for a while…”

Making that soft warble when their dragon birb seemed to pick up on their royal parent being nearby when kicking a lot, flustered of their appearance and all while this dragon birb be so active but not minding it for there be just them alone together. Wings unfurled when fluttering without permission as were those tail feathers when expressing Pride's emotions.

“Ah, not again mrmm… why do they do this when I'm close with you?”

Attempting to try to quiet those wings when embarrassed of how they are reacting like this, even as a demon there still be such a light about Pride and that be one of many things that the dragon royal loved about this beautiful bird. Then again such love for the dragon royal be shown through such adorable actions of those beautiful feathers and wings.

-time passing till the arrival of the dragon birb-

Gasping at times when feeling like they were on fire but trying to remain steady when this dragon birb was arriving soon, knuckles turning white when grasping at the sheets with pain riddled across that beautiful face. How Diavolo be quite worried when Pride started screaming but this bird of a gem is a strong mate if anything really.

Wings flapping erratic like when Lucifer was busy dealing with this dragon birb that was easing into the world, time seemed to take forever when wracked with pain until that soft chirping was heard from the dragon birb that finally arrived. Wings quivering when such a tired mess and shaking but proud when nearly spent from such a long time of labor as it were.

Seeing such a precious darling dragon birb heir finally come was an accomplishment to Pride and quite flustered when looking at how this little one was, “He looks so wonderful doesn't he…? Mmm… you think of any name? If not… how about the name Theodan?” looking at the damp fuzzy thick hair that the little dragon birb had and the small sight of red when those eyes peeked open, “Dia…? I think that I need some rest. Don't worry about me, I will be fine. I'm a strong demon of a mate, am I not?” wings slowly vanished when reassuring Diavolo and with a tired smile when chuckling a bit.

Still having that wonderful glow of light when resting after bringing little Theodan forth and how rest be crucial for a bird like Pride, such a boon when looking like an angel resting there all tended to and smiling when asleep with that soft churr sounding at times while sleeping.

Little heir Theodan be bundled up in a soft blanket when carried about and such a sight to the dragon who may be tearing up at such a gift of an heir, putting fears as ease when seeing such energy return to his sleeping bird and proud of having such a mate as well of a little dragon birb to dote upon.

[toournextadventure]

Hi again, thank you. I was really worried about that college interview for art— but anyway that's not the point. The point is, I just had a thought while in school:

Were there any times where Birb was genuinely smart or knowledgeable about something? Because other than identifying what type of bird just took a shit on Xavier, we don't really get to see our lovable idiot knowing something random.

I think Birb aould be interested in history or geography. Not just because she's a bird, but I think it woupd be really cool if she gets lost one day but realises "Hm. Those trees over there thin out further up there. That might mean there's a clearing."

Or genuinely taking an interest in dufferent cultural history. Not only for the food inspirations but maybe a specific county's history.

As much as I live my country, I don't think Birb would very much like British history. I think she would, however like Greek history or mythology. Cue Birb making a shit ton of Sappho jokes.

The gang would probably be baffled to find 6 foot dumbass Birb sat calmly reading some type of mythology with glasses.

What would be Wednesday's reaction to Birb's glasses? Asking for a friend.

—🕊️

Damn, with an art interview too? Way to go, bestie, you did amazing, I'm so proud of you!

So yes, our dear Birb is actually smart, believe it or not. Our sweet Birb is obsessed with geology AND geography (and she was one of those Mythology kids growing up, obviously). Like, this little nerd is constantly picking up rocks like "oh my god look, it's going in my collection"

Has 100% stolen a pumice stone from Mt St Helens when she visited Auntie C one summer, but don't tell anyone because she's convinced it's literally illegal and she's a criminal on the run

Birb also absolutely has glasses, just never wears them cause she always breaks them. So when Wednesday makes her way back home after classes and finds Birb staring at rocks with glasses practically falling off her nose? Oh, she swoons, it's too much

[onestormeynight]

Rosalie's Birthday - Part 1

The next several weeks were a blur. Work at the art studio had become incredibly busy as of late and Penny was planning a party. A proper birthday party for her daughter. One with no drama. One with no mysterious high school frenemies randomly showing up. One where B didn't covertly threaten to put some people through the wall.

A totally normal birthday party.

B and Ricky showed up early for the party. B Penny had expected, Ricky she had not. He had wanted to spend some one on one time with his daughter before the party. This worked out great for Penny as she hadn't had a chance to talk to B about how dinner with her Parents had been going. She'd suffered through a few more Saturday night dinners, but none had been quite as brutal as taco casserole night was.

"That is wild," B said. "I'm proud of you for going back after that first one, though. Look at you, bad bitch."

Penny laughed. "You were right, they have changed. A little. Not much. Like 10% change. Like season 3 of the show you thought was going to be cancelled changed."

B stared at her. "Alright. Rad. Are they coming today?"

"I didn't invite them directly," Penny said. "They know I'm having you and Ricky over today for Rosie's birthday, but we're supposed to celebrate with the Harper's on Saturday."

"Not ready for them to be in your space?"

"No. Not yet."

Downstairs, Ricky was playing with Rosie. Cartoons babbled in the background as he told his daughter silly jokes. Rosie giggled to the point of screaming. She thought her father was too funny. He was made funnier by the fact she rarely got to see him.

"Knock knock."

"Who there?"

"Who."

"Who who?"

"Who who? Are you an owl, Rosie?" Ricky tickled his daughter.

Rosie sat back thoughtfully. "Not owl. Gramma says I'm dove. I'm not birb. I'm Rosie."

"Rosie, Rosie, sitting in posies, how does your garden grow?" Ricky sang. "With silver bells and cockle shells...."

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[thekrows-nest]

(anon)

Heh, it’s all good.

After the long, analytical sad asks (poor Mary), time for something relatively nice.

I’m not sure if you’d prefer Jazzy to not be discussed much, being a child character on an 18+ blog.

Some people really don’t feel comfortable with that and I don’t want to inspire weird asks or claims that a child character is being discussed inappropriately. Happy to leave her as a background character. (As she probably should be.)

But if it’s cool, after the ‘Dove inexplicably tries to harm Krow’s loved ones’ wild card ask I had a headcanon that quickly gives Jazzy and Luke some plot armour.

Maybe Jazzy casually does capoeira and is kind of talented?

Off to google. Not sure about after school programs but in SF Columbidae there is a club with free classes available during the term (for kids whose families can’t pay the fees). That fits.

Maybe her classmate’s parent picks them both up after school and then they spar for a hour or two until Luke gets off work to collect her.

She’s still really young (colouring book/tooth gap kinda stage?) and is a bit clumsy, doesn’t have the complex parts down. Normally a chill gentle artistic kid. But she’s got good instincts. She’s confident and strong for her age and her upbringing taught her she should be treated respectfully. She also grew up watching how Krow carried themselves.

For some reason A-hole Dove (or an older child, or a nasty lady?) got an attitude, roughly grabbing Jazzy’s arm, and before either Luke or Krow could react the offending ass was wallpaper.

Krow was horrified (it will not be without consequences) but internally squeeing over their little charge. Tiny, cute, but packing such deceptive power… well, she could almost be Krow’s own daughter. *happy birb noises* *delulu plans about teaching her butterfly knives* They are swelling with pride.

Luke is worried about her being punished for defending herself, he needs to explain Karens the world to Jazzy. But he is also quietly relieved. He feels guilty about working so much at odd hours and Columbidae City is so sketchy.

It’s reassuring that in addition to Krow protecting her Jazzy isn’t completely helpless.

Yeah jeez anon what did Mary ever do to you? /silly

(I appreciate the concern anon and you're very valid to have them, since it is something I had wondered too. I had been hesitant for a bit to even mention Jazzy before because of those connotations. Ultimately I figure I can talk about her a little, both to give context to Luke and even Krow's characters more, and to further humanize them, since she is important to both of their lives.)

It's possible that Jazzy could be learning capoiera (or karate or taekwondo or some other martial art) both as a means for learning self defense but also boosting in her self confidence. It'd further fit for her to learn what with being an afab PoC kid. Luke (and Krow) would wanna make sure she isn't defenseless.

(I wouldn't say Jazzy is super duper young, she's definitely old enough she can read some on her own, but isn't in the double digits yet either) and yeah, that is all very fitting with how I see her as. She's a good and chill kid, but a combo of her upbringing and also looking up to Krow has inspired her certainly.

I think if Krow ever were to see Jazzy actually defend herself, he wouldn't be sure whether to be horrified, impressed or laugh. Probably some combo of all three. In the end probably settle on being proud she can stand up for herself and willing to. (and you know what yes he is totally devising plans to show her how to use a butterfly knife when she's older).

I don't think Luke would punish Jazzy if it was valid reasons for defending herself (and most likely was). Have to explain a bit how the world works certainly, but he has also taught her (and she knows) to not use violence unless needed.

Jazzy is gonna be very capable when she grows up for sure.

[spookycrazyhatboxghost]

Birbs and d’s

[When Cayssan’dra had opened her door to see her son there glassy eyed and at such an odd hour—she had no choice but to drag him into a hug that he nearly collapsed into.

{Hello little one—}

As the door shut behind him Xók gave a distressed chirp; clinging to her like he’d not done since he was a child. Wings lax—smelling of sugar and chocolate to the point where it almost covered his scent completely.

{Baking again?}

She teased knowing why; it was a secret so naturally the whole castle knew. Her son didn’t answer right away just let the tension in his shoulders drop.

When he spoke there was a quality to his voice that made her think he’d not been sleeping much these days.

{Mother— there’s something wrong with me.}

Caysan’dra lead him over to the long sofa and settled with him there. Voice serious but gentle in a way few ever heard it she asked.

{What happened?}

Xok took a breath and the words poured from him with the honesty she was so fiercely protective of.

{I’ve accepted my feelings for Alo’r and Joha— and my friend Sa-Lang too. Still —I know thoughts are not deed’s— but I wanted Lord Savage to kiss me— my heart is a selfish and greedy thing mom—can you help me make it stop? }

Xok folded forward and laid his head in her lap; a small sob has her fingers combing through his hair before she can even think about it.

{Oh my darling bird— you never do anything by halves do you? Alo’r Maul, Lord Savage and his consort—and The Captain of the Guard? Your grandmother would be so proud of you!} A huff of laughter—not mean spirited but almost gleeful.

Xok hides his face and she continues in a gentler tone still combing through his long hair.

{You will face no judgment from me—you are my son and I love you. People talk an awful lot when they think no one’s is paying attention…}.

Xok gave a derisive snort.

{They seem to do nothing else—it’s a wonder the Palace runs as smoothly as it does— I suppose they must work as well as they gab….. there was something else— I am ashamed to come to you with this but the HoloNet gives me nothing but filth—}

Xok looks up at her; gold eyes red rimmed but he finds his voice:

{I’ve been having dreams and wake up affected— Sha assured me this is normal. But it’s nearly daily now and the hunger— It lingers…practically all day}

Xok hisses and his wings shudder as he finished in a softer tone. {That is definitely not normal behavior for me— is it because I’ve not cohabitated with someone I’m intimate with before? Am I dying?}

Understanding blooms and Cayssan’dra does laugh then—harder at the ruffled way Xók stands; frustration making his wings flare and fluff—also stop being so vague.

“It’s not funny! All the HoloNet gave me was secret and graphic Harpy porn!— I had to wipe my datapad search history due to the shock of it mom!”

She stills his hands from flailing further—tone kind and her face open—honest as she says simply.

{It’s just springtime little one—completely natural for you especially at this age…}

Xók’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open for a moment before he feels a deep blush start: he croaked out weakly—

“Please don’t tell me—I— no! This is the worst timing—”

Mando’a slipping into Basic with a bewildered wheeze.

His mother arches a brow. {Delaying it after not having it will only make it stronger. Your mother and I tried that—still ended with me throughly made pregnant after two weeks in bed instead of one}

Xok stares at her uncomprehending for a moment.

“Mom—can I even get someone pregnant? or have—a clutch? With the way I am—”

“Harpies are both carriers and givers—it’s all up to personal leanings and their health”

Her smirk softened then she frowns.

“I’ve really dropped the ball on these talks with you if you arn’t aware of the basics”

Xók feels a little defensive when he replied.

“The Medbay did a full panel on me—by human standers I should be sterile since half my equipment is internal—something about body temperature”

His mother gave a dismissive wave

“They only counted your human half— if your concerns are birth control I have a recipe your Ama used diligently right up until the cycle we conceived you”

Xók breathed out “How are you so causal about this?”

Cayssan’dra grinned and pulls him forward until their foreheads rested together.

{My son-there is no shame in this—in you or your several trusted options in partner. I want you to be happy— happy and safe as any parent wishes.}

“Thank you mom—I’d really like to not have to worry about chicks the whole time—how will I know when— it starts?”

The harpy kneels and sits tailors style on the floor; chin balanced on his palms.

“Your scent will get stronger— when you we’re little Ryeia would hold you close as she rocked you saying they smells like the meadow that grew around my childhood home! Seeetgrass marigolds and wild poppies’ she said with the most beautiful smile—singing and rocking you” She paused but after a soft smile at him speaks again:

“It weakened considerably when you had me removed your wings but now that they’ve matured along with you, it will start to get more noticeable. It will shift; sweeten, especially at the beginning of your cycle as a warning—a sign to prepare… touching will feel different—better. You might bite or like to be bitten—that will probably heighten if already something you enjoy.—”

“Mom—”

She keeps talking

“Cycles can last a week or more if you’ve put it off— and any moment you arn’t being touched by your partner will feel like a moment too long. Now to the maters of sex—”

“Mom no—”

Xok falls sideways and covers his face.

She talks louder.

“You will feel the need to get into someone or have someone fill that empty feeling— or possibly both”

Cayssan’dra laughed at his expression. And adds

“There are toys for this if you don’t have a partner/partners. in mind—”

Xók actually perks up at this; “I could go through this without having to bother someone?”

She looked crossly at him.

“Your needs are not a bother!”

“I hate being an inconvenience—I just got reinstated I have my duty to Alo’r—my work with Grann. I can’t afford to disappear for a week or more just because my harpy dna decided I needed to fuck—to be flooded with cum until my body is satisfied”

“Xók’ore!” The harpy flinched at her tone.

”—I’m sorry mom that was too far. I should go”

Her gaze softened and she nods.

{Get some sleep little one. I’ll get you the herb tonic by Primeday of next week. A cap full every morning and you won’t have a clutch unless you wish to— condoms should be used just in case but there are other ways to have sex then the ones

That end with children you know?}

Xok nods “the HoloNet is a vast and dark place— I’ll look into the toys. Thank you for talking with me”

He hugs her and merely purrs for a few minutes before letting go and getting up.

“There’s a loaf of chocolate swirl bread in with the cookies—good n—”

Xok looks at his Comm and sighs.

“Good morning— I’m going to bed”

Xók goes home; the castle is quiet as the first rays of dawn as he reaches his apartment. Sa-Lang is sleeping with Syril on his chest. He takes a hot shower; keeping his wings out of the stream but washing everything else.

Pulls on a shirt and crawls into bed—tucking himself against Sha’s side and letting the quiet breaths and his scent lull him to sleep.

[tsyllaes]

Look at this birb. He is so proud of his pudding, and the pudding is hella turned on by his dramatic facial markings. Look at this birb and his pudding and their floofs. I am so proud of them.

The pula fowl is the primary poultry farmed in Raykin, both for meat and eggs, as well as using the down of their feathers to stuff pillows and such. They're much smaller than a chicken, about halfway between the size of a chicken and a quail, so one whole bird is a good size for a meal for one adult, and you'd need about half a dozen eggs for a decent omlette.

Most Raykinians own a couple of pula fowl for the eggs. They're generally pretty quiet birds, just scratching around in the scrub, but the males will make a cute kind of thrumming noise to attract the female. Here's a quail doing a quail noise, so something like that. Mum kept quails once a while ago, and they're evil little buggers, male kept attacking and killing the chicks, I can't remember if it was just the males or all of them. ANYWAY. Pulas don't do that, though the males will get aggressive at each other for competition over the females. Usually you'll just keep one male, if any, and the rest hens.

Colouring ranges from tawny brown like dried grass, through to sandy red and dark brown, but they'll always keep the facial markings in black and white on the males, and more subtle and drab on the females.

Pula fowl exist in the wild, too, where the males form little flocks and protect their hens from danger while they scratch around in the scrub and find seeds and insects for food. They blend in extremely well with the scrub.

[whirlybirbs]

DOC FALLING ASLEEP ?? NAPPING?? LOKI JACKET?? pls miss birbs make it happen please

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE  |  beauty sleep

summary: a kind gesture for the weary.

pairing: loki / f!reader

a/n: oh baby it's time for roxxcart, roxxmart? whatever Future Amazon is called in this show. c'mon, disney, critique the bezos. this gif is by @vought from this set here!

[   MASTERPOST   ]

"Nothing has any consequence!"

Pompeii goes to plan.

Ignoring the ridiculous Latin monologue was a little hard and maybe did discredit the overall approach, but Loki was right. His Variant could very well be hiding in the zero kick back. His theory, just like yours, held up.

Now, as Vesuvius' hellfire begins to rains down, Loki huffs to catch his breath and throws a smile as bright as the sun your way. It stops you, for a second, and you just can hardly believe him. He's proud of himself.

Frankly, you're a little proud, too.

Then, you let out a laugh, shake your head and turn to Mobius for approval.

"How'd we do?" you both ask at once.

Loki throws his arms out, a stray curl hanging in his face.

"I can't believe it."

The pride of being right transfers over back to the TVA when the three of you step back through the warbling, shimmering portal and rush to gather up a stack of files from Mobius' desk.

"Doomsdays!"

You rush to match Mobius and Loki's strides.

"He's been ambushing our soldiers and hiding out in doomsdays to cover his tracks," the Agent says, rounding the desk.

Loki grins. "You're welcome."

"Yeah, but in order for this theory to hold—"

You chime in, gesturing to yourself as you speak. "They've gotta be sudden, no warning—"

"Naturally-occurring, no survivors," Mobius finishes with a nod, "Exactly."

"Well how many of those could their be?" Loki asks as he follows you both.

"We're about to find out."

...Turns out there's a lot.

Like piles and piles of debriefs on disaster after disaster and not even just Earth. There's a million and one files sprawled out on the long table that the three of you call home for the next hour? Two hours? Three? Four?

Time passes differently in the TVA.

It's even harder when you aren't really sure what you're looking for — so you pour over all you can with any hope that something will stick out.

Loki and Mobius seem just as disheartened as you.

Your slow crawl into a little bit of shut eye starts as you slump in your chair, lean over the table, and squint at a dossier on a Level Three Apocalypse flash-flood in 2098 on some planet called Sakaar. You feel like you're back in high-school — like it's fifth period, right after lunch, and you're trying to push through an AP Calc worksheet. But, you can hardly keep your eyes open.

Beside you, Loki is engrossed in his own reading.

When he finally looks up, he notices that you're beginning to melt into the table.

You rest your chin on your wrist and dig lazily for your next file.

The God watches with a barely-there smirk. The sight tugs at his heart — especially as you drag a yawn from your lungs and exhale slowly. He can see that you're exhausted. The little jaunt through time seemed to have pulled the last bit of your energy out, however.

He doesn't blame you.

He's starting to feel it as well.

Time ticks by, and the three of you continue in silence.

Then, Mobius looks up at the sound of shuffling.

Loki freezes when the Agent looks up with one arm out of his jacket — and the expression on the God's face is sheepish if anything.

Loki presses his finger to his lips, then continues peeling the windbreaker off.

Mobius then watches as he gently places it over your shoulders.

You're now fast asleep atop a pile of manilla folders — lips parted and eyes moving behind your lids as you dream. Your snores are quiet; had Mobius not noticed the God's attempt to keep you comfortable, he wouldn't have even caught you sleeping.

The gesture is kind.

Out of character for Loki.

But, Mobius has to wonder if that little talk you and him had in the cafeteria went better than expected.

Mobius whispers. "Let's take a walk."

Loki spares one look at you, then quietly pushes himself up from his seat.

He'll let you sleep for now.

You hardly stir when the two men disappear for coffee and tea respectively.

You're not sure how long you're asleep or, frankly, when the hell you even fell asleep, but you stir to the sudden jolt of footsteps approaching your table. When you raise your head and pry your eyes open, you come face to face with Mobius and Loki returning with more files.

You rubs your palm to your eye and scratch your face.

Your cheek is hot.

As you sit up, you feel something shit along your shoulders — you reach, fingers dashing along the hem of the material. You realize, suddenly, that it's a certain God's jacket.

His voice startles your soft expression at the gesture.

"Ah, hello sleeping beauty," comes Loki's soft jest as he rounds the table, "Care to help us?"

The two of them are sudden invigorated with purpose, and you nod tiredly as you take a portion of Loki's stack.

"Gentlemen's bet? Yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, yeah, let's play for pride."

You swallow. You voice is rough with sleep. "What am I looking for?"

"Kablooie," Loki says with a wild shrug as he leans close, "No idea."

"Candy, doc," Mobius says as he begins flipping through the files, "Sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2051."

"You're cross referencing," you say to no one in particular as you begin your own search, "Two variables."

"Extinction of a swallow...? Is that a thing?"

Mobius waves him on. "Completely destroyed the ecosystem."

You flip past an eruption at Yosemite and eye a Class Ten file — the State of California peeling away from the major fault line. You mutter an astounded curse. But, still, no real evidence of kablooie.

"It's just one thing after another..."

"This is terrifying," you mutter as you flip to another ecosystem collapse, "Absolutely nightmarish."

"Yeah, well, the world is scary, Doc—"

"Got him."

You both look at Loki.

Alabama.

"That's where he is."

"Alabama, 2050," Mobius says as he reads the dossier, leaning forward; then, a look of pride slips across the TVA agent's face, "You're gonna take my job if you're not careful."

Loki's smile is tight-lipped. He looks at you, and you smile.

"Onto Haven Hills, then."

[salemwritesxx]

𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚  𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 ��  |  ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: Can you write a story where pregnant hawks goes into labor and gives birth? I just wanna know the whole process for him and what he would be feeling

↣ rating: mature ↣ warnings: male pregnancy, c-section surgery

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“[Your.last.name]-san, we really need to prepare-“

“Just 5 more minutes! Pleas-“, though being interrupted by another contraction made it hard to talk.

His legs and arms were shaking as he was leaning against the bed, trying to breath like he was taught to. Hawks’ wings losing small fluffy, red feathers all over the hospital floor with how nervous and in pain he was.

“He’ll be here soon… Just a little…”

And even though the nurse didn’t look too happy and rather concerned, she nodded again and left the room. She could give him a little bit more time, but not much…

Grabbing the phone, Hawks called you again, yet, once again, you didn’t pick up. With a whine, he threw the phone back onto the bed. Beads of sweat trickling over his forehead and dropping onto the sheets as another contraction made him wince and quietly whimper.

God, he was going to kill you if you wouldn’t come here soon!

Though, before he could throw even more curse words at you, the door opened and a familiar face made his heart jump. Just like that, he broke down with a sob. It was unusual for Keigo to cry, but seeing you finally here was just too much. The situation was so overwhelming. He was about to get surgery to meet your new baby and then-

But, as you rushed to his side and hugged him, he just snuggled into you. Everything already forgotten as he melted into your arms.

“It took too long!”, he whined and sobbed, another contraction making him wince.

“I know, I’m sorry, Baby. But I’m here now. I’m here.”, you reassured him, before finally calling the nurse once more.

It was time to deliver your baby girl.

-

Watching as you stayed back as he rolled into the OR was hard. But Keigo knew it was only for a few minutes before he was going to see you again. With a little bit of help from a nurse, he stood up from the bed and sat down onto the operating table.

Sitting there hunched over, he hugged a pillow as a nurse held his shoulders. Another nurse softly, but firmly, pushed his wings to the side. A small hiss escaped his throat as they started the lidocaine shots. Four altogether. They were pretty painful, even though he was used to getting beat up as a hero, it still stung and burned. Like that, Keigo had to breathe through it, not even able to react to any of the attempts the nurse made to try and distract him from the pain by trying some small talk.

Thankfully, he did not feel the spinal block anymore due to the lidocaine kicking in almost immediately. At that point though, everything happened so fast as he had to bring his legs up onto the operating table before he completely lost any feeling whatsoever in them because of the spinal anesthesia.

With a pillow under his head and soft blankets to keep him warm, as well as his wings being tucked away comfortably, he laid there for a few minutes until he got his catheter. And then, once that was over, they put the sterile curtain up and he finally saw you again.

As you sat down besides Hawks’ head with the appropriate attire to be in the operating room, he immediately searched for your hand, hence you took and squeezed it gently.

“You okay, Shortcake?”, you kissed the back of his hand.

He just nodded while looking around the sterile room once again. The bright lights and stark walls were a little daunting. And even though he wasn’t cold or that scared, just nervous and intimidated, Hawks couldn’t stop shaking.

Though, thankfully, the anesthesiologist calmed both of your minds when they said it was a side effect from the anesthesia. So, you just squeezed his hand more and kissed his little fingers over and over again.

“I love, Baby, you’re amazing.”, reaching out your other hand, you softly wiped a wet strand of hair from his forehead.

“You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you, Kei.”

And then, with one last check of his name and birthday, they started. Immediately, Hawks felt tugging and pulling and a lot of pressure. Nothing the anesthesiologist hadn’t told him beforehand, but it was still a weird feeling. As if random people were grabbing his baby bump and just pulling it side to side. Not painful, but very strange nonetheless.

“You’re so amazing, Shortcake. We will meet our little baby girl soon. I’m so excited.”

A crooked, but genuine smile appeared as he sniffled and nodded lightly.

“Me too.”

He was so grateful that you were there. Kei knew he couldn’t have done it without you, even if they probably would have forced him in the end if you wouldn’t have made it in time. But now he didn’t need to worry about that anymore. You were there, holding his hand and being with him while something amazing and almost… surreal was going on down there. Like shit… You were going to meet your little chicken nugget in a few minutes!

The anesthesiologist checked in here and there, making sure Hawks was still doing fine. Which, thankfully, he was. He didn’t feel any pain, just lots of pressure. And his nerves had calmed down to a point where he didn’t feel sick anymore.

“Okay, Baby’s coming out now!”, the doctor in charge suddenly said, hence you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

With just that sentence alone Hawks’ nervousness peaked once again. His emotions all over the place once more. He took a deep breath and grabbed your hand really hard. Though all he could feel was the pressure and before he could really realize what was happening, they lifted your baby up into the air. That’s when you could both see her for the first time. Immediately, he had to swallow his sob as he watched his little girl.

One glance to you was also enough to make him want to cry out of happiness. Your own eyes were glazed as you tried to hold back tears, while a big, happy smile appeared on your face.

“[Your.name]…”, Keigo barely sniffled your name.

“You did amazing, Baby. So amazing.”, you both looked to the side to the small table as they got some fluids out of her lungs and stomach, nothing serious thankfully, just to double-check. The crying of her making his heart ache, because all he wanted to do was grab her and love her already.

Fortunately, the table was only a few meters away, hence he could watch them all the time as they cleaned and weighed your baby. And after just a few minutes, a nurse brought the swaddled girl over and that’s when he could finally hold her for the first time.

That certainly was the most magical moment. With you by his side, the baby on his chest, it was intimate and beautiful.

“Well, she is just as tiny as her Daddy, huh?”, you chuckled and kissed his forehead while softly caressing her small cheek.

Hawks could just nod and smile, before he looked up and whispered “I love you.” with tears in his eyes.

“I love you, too.”, you mumbled back and pecked his lips.

Even though he didn’t want to let go, a nurse gently pulled you away from him together with your little girl.

“Everything will be over soon.”, you reassured him one last time, before you walked out and into the hospital room he had been assigned to.

And while you had your little one-on-one moment with your baby, Hawks was nervously waiting for it to end as they closed his wound and got him situated again.

It took almost 40 minutes where he was alone in the operating room and just craving to be by your side and hold his baby, that he couldn’t help but cry in the middle of it. All of this was a very emotional experience. It was an emotional rollercoaster, really.

Though, when he was laying naked and vulnerable on the hospital bed again, as they had stripped him of the hospital gown completely, he finally came out of the operating room and into his assigned room. Covered in warm blankets to keep his small, yet so incredibly strong body warm. His mood instantly better when he saw you sitting on a chair and holding your baby girl.

You stood up immediately and walked over once he was ready and the nurses left you alone for just a few moments. Softly placing the little one onto his naked chest, Hawks held her again in a tight, yet gentle grip, as if he never wanted to let go again.

He was groggy, but so happy. The selfie you took showed you both beaming with happiness. A photo you would forever treasure.

“She is beautiful.”

“She is. Our sweet little Ava.”, you whispered back and kissed his forehead.

“You are really… the most amazing man I know, Kei. I love you so much.”

And as he grinned from ear to ear with how happy he was, his golden eyes filled with tears and shimmered as he whispered those love-filled words back. So incredibly thankful that everything turned out alright and he could hold Ava in his arms and have you by his side now.

He knew it would get tough from here on out. Not only because he had to recover from this big surgery, which meant you had to take care of Ava almost alone in the first few weeks, (which was pretty hard for him, because he wasn’t someone to just lay down and let everyone serve him), but also because family life was going to be so new. Yet, he was also excited. To experience this with you, because he could have not wanted any other man by his side right now, than you.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: this request came in like two days ago? and yeah like i said, i saw it and knew i had to write it! i loved it! such an intimate moment with our birb boy is just lovely, no? 💌 and i have lots of fun finding names for the baby that have something to do with birds or flying or something lmao

[kit27x]

I been watching Detective Conan and Magical Kaito. This idiot took over me. 

Also it hard to tell with the gaussian blur, but the King card in the background is  Toichi Kid. The mustache looks like a smile sadly with the blur. The fallen king piece also cause ha dead dad.

Heheh...hand

dead dad

im so proud of this part

roseeee. This actually the most decent one I drawn.

Little derpy kid card.

My fav Dove. 

new discord pfp material

Fun fact. I got this card design from the sunflower movie.

birb

I’m just proud of these DAMN CARDS.

[duckymcdoorknob]

“Fearless”

Warning! This is a tickle drabble!

Ships: none

Warnings: tickles

The Breakdown: Lee Izuku, Ler Tokoyami

Prompt: It’s movie night! When Bakugo chooses “Hereditary”, Izuku becomes very anxious. It’s up to everyone’s favorite Birb Boy and his personified shadow to save the day!

I did a quick little check, and I hope Tokoyami and Dark Shadow can actually communicate telepathically because hhhh

Tags: @cupcake-spice13 @littlebbyleesfw

Izuku visibly shifted, in obvious discomfort, upon hearing Bakugo’s suggestion for tonight’s movie night.

“What? You extras scared or something?” Bakugo sneered as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

“U-um.. maybe we c-could pick a different movie?” Izuku inquired in a sheepish voice.

“HAH! The nerd is scared! How precious!” Bakugo teased as he let out a gentle chuckle.

Izuku flushed red and turned his head to hide his pout. Bakugo simply grinned cockily and turned his attention to the screen, which flashed the title Hereditary.

The film was much scarier than Izuku was anticipating. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak. He’s faced worse villains than the one on the screen, seen gorier scenes than those on the tv. And yet, he still finds himself in panic mode over the film. The classmate seated next to him noticed his obvious discomfort and decided to step in.

“Hey, Midoriya.” The greenette felt a gentle hand on his knee, “This movie is a little intense. Are you sure you’re okay with watching? If not, we can go hang out with Iida.” Tokoyami’s gentle voice had a hint of enthusiasm. Perhaps he didn’t particularly enjoy the movie either?

“Wh- y-yeah! I’m okay!” He replied, wincing shortly after at the growing tension on the screen.

“You don’t seem okay.” His tone turned more serious, “How about I have Dark Shadow keep watch for you?”

“Heh. I’d like that.” Izuku muttered without being prudent, “W-wait no! I-it’s alright you don’t have t-“

During his stuttering, Dark Shadow had secretly emerged and hid behind the empowered hero. It wrapped himself around Izuku’s torso and nuzzled into his neck. The greenette smiled gratuitously and swung his legs like a child.

“How about now?” Fumikage whispered.

“Much better. Thank you, Tokoyami.” Izuku shot him a closed eyed smile in return, signifying his surplus of gratuity.

The tension in the film was soon thick enough to cut with a knife, making Izuku uneasy once again. Even with Dark Shadow coiled around him, he was extremely anxious of his surroundings.

“It’s okay Midoriya!” Dark Shadow cooed in a whisper, “You’re safe with me!”

Izuku feigned a smile a forced a chuckle, “Thank you. I appreciate it, Dark Shadow.”

Dark Shadow wasn’t satisfied though. It pondered before continuously nuzzling into Izuku’s neck, brushing along it gently. The greenette found himself trying to refrain from laughing, a few chuckles slipping out.

Tokoyami received a phenomenal idea from his partner. They truly are the greatest duo. After all, what’s a boy without his personified shadow pet? Fumikage closed his eyes and put one thought in his head: “rest your hands on his hips.”. The beaked hero couldn’t help from smiling when he saw Izuku jump.

“Relax, the jump scare hasn’t come yet.” Tokoyami whispered, knowing fully well what had happened. He closed his eyes and thought once again, “Dark Shadow. Midoriya is quite sensitive on his hips. Whenever he gets too antsy, give them a quick pinch. It will make him feel better.”

Dark Shadow shot its master an excited look and winked. This was a great idea! Dark Shadow was so excited to help out its master’s friend! It would be so helpful! Tokoyami would be so proud.

“D-Dark Shadow.” Izuku whispered through gritted teeth, “Please be careful. I’m very sore from my training.”

“Fumikage? Why is he lying?” Dark Shadow narrowed its eyes in confusion, thinking a quick message to its master.

“Because, If our classmates found out you were tickling him, they would do it too much and make him unhappy.”

“Gotcha. I’ll only do it when he gets scared then!”

As if on cue, the villain flashed suddenly onto the screen, causing Izuku to squeeze his eyes shut and scrunch his face up, as if he were about to cry. Dark Shadow gave the boy’s hips a very gentle pinch, causing the greenette to practically leap out of his seat.

“Geez, Midoriya. Are you ticklish or something? You jumped pretty high when Dark Shadow pinched you.” Tokoyami teased, not removing his eyes from the screen.

“Tokoyami.” Izuku hissed as he turned to glare at his innocently smiling classmate, “Dark Shadow, Dont do what he’s telling you to! He’s trying to kill me!”

“Sorry, Midoriya. I only take orders from Fumikage.” Dark Shadow cooed as it began to gently squeeze at Midoriya’s hips.

“stahahahap thahat.” Izuku bit back his giggles into a whisper, “kahahahacchahahan wihihihill nohohohotihihice!”

“I told you, only Fumi gives me orders.”

Tokoyami wore a pleased look on his face. Since when was Dark Shadow such a huge tease? He simply ignored the scene next to him and focused on the screen.

“Tohohokohohoyahahamihihi. Mahahahake Ihihit stahahahap.”

Izuku ignored the buzzing sensation in his hipbones and tried to focus on the screen. A high pitched hum escaped from him as Dark Shadow increased its speed.

“S-Sorry. J-just a little a-antsy because of the m-movie.”

“Damn, Nerd. If it’s that bad, we can turn it off.” Bakugo growled in annoyance.

Dark Shadow closed its eyes in amusement, and moved to squeeze one claw on Izuku’s hip and the other on his stomach.

“It’s f- dahahark shahahahdohohow!” The greenette whined, trying to hide the fact he was being tickled.

“Hey Bird-Brain, control your pet.” Bakugo said with a sneer.

“I can’t. Dark Shadow is making Midoriya feel safe because the movie is making him worried.” Tokoyami responded casually.

“I-“ Bakugo sighed, “Fine. Just keep him quiet. Got it, feathers?”

Tokoyami grinned evilly, “Got it.”

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