mosquito

((cod oc rp blog. mod is an adult))

[ask-mosquito]

i was pressured onto this app, blyat…

Avim Sokolov

“MOSQUITO”

NAME: Avim Sokolov

CALLSIGN: Mosquito

RANK: N/A - Peregrine falcon hybrid

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

DOB: 28 April 2000

BIRTHPLACE: Voronezh Oblast in the East of Russia

NATIONALITY: Russian

ETHNICITY: Russian

YOS: 6

SPECIALISATIONS: Aerial reconnaissance and surveillance, emergency ambushes

KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: Task Force 141

FORMER AFFILIATIONS: Russian air force - avian hybrid faction, Chimera

LANGUAGES: Russian, English, minimal ability in Arabic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELIGIOUS PREFERENCE: Atheist, ex Orthodox Christian

HEIGHT: 155 cm (5 ft 1 inch)

WEIGHT: 64 kg (140 lbs)

BLOOD TYPE: O+

ALLERGIES: Sensitive to chocolate, caffeine, avocado

PRESCRIPTIONS: N/A

PHYSICAL: Old damage in the base of his wings and his left wing - PT biweekly

PSYCHOLOGICAL: N/A (distinct lack in his medical records regarding mental health. very difficult to get anything out of him during evals)

APPEARANCE:

Face: Triangle face shape. Has a very sharp jawline

Eyes: Pitch black, including his corneas

Hair: Black with blue-grey streaks where the sides are shaved down a little shorter than the rest of his hair, which he lets grow out past his shoulders. Styles it half-up, half-down

Body: Lean, all strength is in his back and wings, muscular. Lower half of his legs are talons and the tips of his fingers are claws. His wings make up the majority of his body mass and sprout from the top of his shoulder blades to the bottom of his shoulder blades

TATTOOS: Two doves flying together on his chest

PIERCINGS: Left lobe piercing

SCARS: Base of his wings and beneath his feathers, other scars are considered minor and irrelevant

Bold and confident but short tempered and volatile, his charismatic personality is one that only lasts so long if you trigger him

Closed off and not open to friendships, claims he “does not do friends”, has firmly dedicated himself to his job as a weapon to be borrowed between different forces

Again, closed off. Avoids physical touch and friendly advances as much as he can

Important asset on the field, has proved to greatly help pilots when flying alongside them

NOT TO BE ALLOWED ON THE FIELD OR TO ROAM WITHOUT A HANDLER - COVERS TO BE WORN ON HIS CLAWS AND TALONS AT ALL TIMES

DO NOT TOUCH HIS WINGS

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#mosquito.txt - posts in character

#mosquito.lore - posts with character lore

#mosquito.nsfw - posts with nsfw content, BLOCK IF YOU'RE A MINOR

#birdie.txt - posts out of character

#anon.txt - anon interaction

heyhey. you can call me birdie and idc what pronouns are used on me. i run this blog and i own this freak. feel so free to interact with him and my other blog @ask-sgtcrow so long as you follow these rules:

anyone is free to interact as long as you’re kind and aware that i’m an adult that posts adult content at times and i interact with blogs that may be mdni. always respect people's boundaries

flirting is fine, mild nsfw is also fine but there's always a chance i'll ignore it, especially if it's towards me instead of mosquito

KEEP AI OFF MY BLOG. generative ai, be it "ai art", "ai writing" or those ai chatbots, isn't welcome here at all. do not interact with me if you support it

don't feel nervous to say hi to either me or mosquito!! i'm a big loser and love to interact with other losers :))

[ask-mosquito]

Is it true you've been dumpster diving?

who has not? i have found good things in a couple dumpsters.

[ask-mosquito]

Are you my appendix? Because I don't know anything about you but this feeling in my gut is telling me that I should take you out.

this is one of them pick up lines, yes? or are you threatening to remove my appendix in some way

it is mine

[ask-mosquito]

posting this on this blog too

mosquito’s blog is getting a makeover

i have everything set and ready to post so this is just a disclaimer :3 nothing is going to be changing about mosquito’s story or his relationships with any characters. idk we’ll see how it goes

you can expect this place to look a lot cleaner by tmrw :p

[ask-mosquito]

((just said “damn i miss mosquito” like he was a real person i know irl so i’m doing okay :) ))

[ask-lieutenant-spirited]

I think we need to stop wasting time fighting wars in foreign lands and focus on the real enemy within. Mosquitoes.

[ask-mosquito]

i am ally, not enemy.

i think maybe you must choose love.

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

@ask-mosquito

The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

[ask-mosquito]

Avim sat at his spot on the windowsill as patiently as he could, eyes observing Ronan from his side of the window before the man eventually woke up enough to open it for him, inviting him in.

“It is late,” he grunted, stating the obvious and while there was a hint of an apology in his expression, it was quickly replaced with focus as Avim clambered inside of Ronan’s room.

Rather than worrying over how strange his current behaviour was - how unexpected it was for him to seek out company, in the middle of the night at all times - Avim instead tried his best to not knock anything over with his swooping wings when he dropped onto the floor near soundlessly.

“I…” His brows furrowed a little when he realised he had to explain that behaviour now, his words coming out in a familiar grumble. “You are free, are you, sergeant?”

It was a silly question, especially considering the time and the situation. Ronan shouldn’t be free at the moment. And still, Avim went on.

“I… hm. I snuck out, I wanted space and came to see you. So… are you free?”

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

Ronan tilted his head slightly as Avim spoke, eyes searching his face for a moment. It was a bit odd, the hybrid being awake and in his room at this hour - but Ronan was used to the odd natures of the other members on base, so he chose to chalk it up as normal.

“Real late,” Ronan said simply, rubbing the back of his neck like he was looking for a more advanced answer only to come up short of one. He let his eyes dart off to the side for a moment, feeling something warm a bit in his chest at the mention of Avim coming to see him specifically.

“Free?” He repeated before nodding. “Yeah, ain’t… got anythin’ else goin’ on.” Ronan shrugged, gesturing weakly around his bunk. “Y’can, uh, sit on the bed. Or the chair. Or… somethin.” He offered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

[ask-mosquito]

Avim didn’t quite meet Ronan’s eyes the same way the other did, seeming to be caught in a moment of… confusion. It was when Ronan gestured around his bunk, invited him in even further, that he snapped out of it and just accepted the fact that this was an abnormality, a one-off late night visit.

“Hmm…” Avim hummed, practically grunted when he made to step further into the sergeant’s room only for that claustrophobic feeling to set in again. The main reason he’d snuck out of his own bunk was to get outside, spread his wings, literally, if only for a moment.

He glanced behind him, considering taking this as his chance to leave Ronan and any possibility of forming a friendship because of his foolishness.

But Avim didn’t move. Didn’t take a step toward the window and instead faced Ronan with a grumble. “Actually. I wanted to invite you outside. It is really quite beautiful tonight, the night sky.” The dim lighting off the room made it difficult to see but Avim was blushing a little, pale cheeks stained a soft red with an unusual shyness.

None of this made sense to him. The flustered behaviour, him seeking out companionship when he’d normally be so repulsed by the idea, convinced he’d be much happier on his own. Like he always is.

“It is a little bit silly, but you will entertain me, won’t you, sergeant?” he still said, digging his grave even further. Though, it didn’t feel like that at all, no dreadful feeling clawed at his chest or had him cowering away. Just a genuine want to spend time with Ronan.

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

Ronan looked between Avim and his window, contemplating for only a second before he grabbed his jacket without any other thought. “Hm. Since y’asked so nicely.” He said, grinning slightly at Avim’s last sentence. He snatched something off his desk and shoved it into his pocket, stepping up beside the hybrid.

“Are we goin’ up, or into one’a the lots?” He asked, slipping into his boots and shoving his hands into his pockets, searching Avim’s face for something again. (He didn’t really know what he was searching for, he was really just… looking.)

[ask-mosquito]

Avim felt his feathers ruffle the slightest bit when Ronan took him up on his offer to spend time together. The hybrid ignored the movement with a grunt in favour of guiding Ronan back to his window, a claw pointing to his ceiling.

“Up. It is not very hard to get onto the roof. It does make sneaking out very simple.” He’d opened the window again while talking, stepping onto the windowsill and pulling himself back up to where he’d climbed down from with a slight swoop of his wings. “Not a hard climb at all.”

Avim sent a grin Ronan’s way, fangs almost as bright as the moonlight illuminating the whole scene, eyes gleaming attentively. “I will be there to catch you if you need it though, sergeant.”

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

@ask-mosquito

The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

[ask-mosquito]

Avim sat at his spot on the windowsill as patiently as he could, eyes observing Ronan from his side of the window before the man eventually woke up enough to open it for him, inviting him in.

“It is late,” he grunted, stating the obvious and while there was a hint of an apology in his expression, it was quickly replaced with focus as Avim clambered inside of Ronan’s room.

Rather than worrying over how strange his current behaviour was - how unexpected it was for him to seek out company, in the middle of the night at all times - Avim instead tried his best to not knock anything over with his swooping wings when he dropped onto the floor near soundlessly.

“I…” His brows furrowed a little when he realised he had to explain that behaviour now, his words coming out in a familiar grumble. “You are free, are you, sergeant?”

It was a silly question, especially considering the time and the situation. Ronan shouldn’t be free at the moment. And still, Avim went on.

“I… hm. I snuck out, I wanted space and came to see you. So… are you free?”

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

Ronan tilted his head slightly as Avim spoke, eyes searching his face for a moment. It was a bit odd, the hybrid being awake and in his room at this hour - but Ronan was used to the odd natures of the other members on base, so he chose to chalk it up as normal.

“Real late,” Ronan said simply, rubbing the back of his neck like he was looking for a more advanced answer only to come up short of one. He let his eyes dart off to the side for a moment, feeling something warm a bit in his chest at the mention of Avim coming to see him specifically.

“Free?” He repeated before nodding. “Yeah, ain’t… got anythin’ else goin’ on.” Ronan shrugged, gesturing weakly around his bunk. “Y’can, uh, sit on the bed. Or the chair. Or… somethin.” He offered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

[ask-mosquito]

Avim didn’t quite meet Ronan’s eyes the same way the other did, seeming to be caught in a moment of… confusion. It was when Ronan gestured around his bunk, invited him in even further, that he snapped out of it and just accepted the fact that this was an abnormality, a one-off late night visit.

“Hmm…” Avim hummed, practically grunted when he made to step further into the sergeant’s room only for that claustrophobic feeling to set in again. The main reason he’d snuck out of his own bunk was to get outside, spread his wings, literally, if only for a moment.

He glanced behind him, considering taking this as his chance to leave Ronan and any possibility of forming a friendship because of his foolishness.

But Avim didn’t move. Didn’t take a step toward the window and instead faced Ronan with a grumble. “Actually. I wanted to invite you outside. It is really quite beautiful tonight, the night sky.” The dim lighting off the room made it difficult to see but Avim was blushing a little, pale cheeks stained a soft red with an unusual shyness.

None of this made sense to him. The flustered behaviour, him seeking out companionship when he’d normally be so repulsed by the idea, convinced he’d be much happier on his own. Like he always is.

“It is a little bit silly, but you will entertain me, won’t you, sergeant?” he still said, digging his grave even further. Though, it didn’t feel like that at all, no dreadful feeling clawed at his chest or had him cowering away. Just a genuine want to spend time with Ronan.

[ask-mosquito]

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc ask game

((this dirty bird hates showering, practically hates water because of how much effort it takes to clean his wings. he’ll spent hours picking debris out from between his feathers, scooping water over his wings, standing under the shower and he’ll still find stray pin feathers and bits of dirt))

((it’s difficult to preen himself on his own. but he’d rather spend a whole night, multiple nights even, over a bucket of water drenching himself and the floor before letting someone touch his wings))

[ask-mosquito]

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc ask game

((mosquito’s flirty personality was adopted as a sort of defence mechanism because he’s convinced he’ll avoid any proper connection with someone like that))

((for him to get romantic, to him, seems impossible. a death sentence, even. it’d be difficult to get him to a point of emotional connection with someone))

((it might honestly seem like he’d forever be difficult, forever be damaged, forever shy away from physical touch and gentle words and genuine affection. but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of love, doesn’t mean he can’t heal))

[ask-mosquito]

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc ask game

((NSFW below cut))

((once upon a time before mosquito’s incident, back when he wouldn’t mind his wings being touched, he was very vocal. even in his version of boot camp, when he was just starting to be broken down he wasn’t afraid of chittering or grunting or whining every time he got intimate. a simple caress at the base of his wings had him a cooing mess, melting like a… melted bird?))

((nowadays he’s not very vocal during sex, nothing above a few groans or chirps at least. he had to teach himself to be quiet, hide his pleasures))

((most if not all of mosquito’s sexual encounters are one night stands. he needs that temporary thrill to feel alive when he’s not open to emotional connection. at least, that’s what he thinks))

((oh and his wings flutter whenever he cums))

[resourcesofaqueen]

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

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hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

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hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

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hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

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hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

[ask-mosquito]

((doing these for mosquito too 😇 i can’t leave him out anymore))

[ask-staffsgt-sullivan]

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

@ask-mosquito

The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

[ask-mosquito]

Avim sat at his spot on the windowsill as patiently as he could, eyes observing Ronan from his side of the window before the man eventually woke up enough to open it for him, inviting him in.

“It is late,” he grunted, stating the obvious and while there was a hint of an apology in his expression, it was quickly replaced with focus as Avim clambered inside of Ronan’s room.

Rather than worrying over how strange his current behaviour was - how unexpected it was for him to seek out company, in the middle of the night at all times - Avim instead tried his best to not knock anything over with his swooping wings when he dropped onto the floor near soundlessly.

“I…” His brows furrowed a little when he realised he had to explain that behaviour now, his words coming out in a familiar grumble. “You are free, are you, sergeant?”

It was a silly question, especially considering the time and the situation. Ronan shouldn’t be free at the moment. And still, Avim went on.

“I… hm. I snuck out, I wanted space and came to see you. So… are you free?”

[ask-mosquito]

If I give you twelve bucks and a 20% off coupon for a Barnes and Nobel can I give forehead kiss?

hm… you are offering twelve bucks? and a coupon?

…make it a quick forehead kiss.

[ask-mosquito]

Favorite alcoholic drink?

i have to say i do not have a favourite drink, i am not picky…

but vodka in any drink is nice. strong.

[ask-mosquito]

Do you happen to have a favorite flower?

hm. i do like the chamomile flower. it was everywhere where i grew up…

you want to know this… why?

[lt-artificer-lazarus]

Find it's simply an interesting thing to note about people.

Chamomile is an interesting pick though, in some Victorian flower languages it means strength in adversity. I also use it a lot in my teas.

[ask-mosquito]

that is very interesting… tea is nice. i have not drank it in a while though.

i turn to alcohol more these days haha.

[lt-artificer-lazarus]

I see.

Seems to me like I'll have to reintroduce you to a proper cuppa t' ya sometime then.

[ask-mosquito]

that would be nice…

[ask-mosquito]

Eyeball is an acceptable trade for hug 🤗

i do not think it is.

you are bold, anon. i like it.