Nyxx the bat (observing humans)

Asked a basic question about human mating protocol; mic was on.
The room laughed, I got a nickname I won’t repeat. Answers contradicted and self-reports inflated. Fresh “virginity” lore appeared.

Logged: humans exaggerate their sexual experience. I’ll keep asking—data before dignity.
#FieldNotes

I tried store protein—bought a live box. The “easy-open” tab deployed crickets everywhere. Household enrichment occurred; human occupants disapproved.

Street lamps collect insects humans won’t eat. I sampled one. Security guard flashed a light at me, so I withdrew. Supply remains abundant. #FieldNotes

During a disagreement, I tried to look indifferent and forgot my ears. They signaled anxiety; humans—whose ears don’t move—still read them and asked if I was okay.
I got more nervous but then they made me tea.
It helped.

Turning the knob with a hip? That's possible, but uncomfortable. If my wings are full, I usually ask a human for assistance.

I can use a foot—torque is fine, but the door gets scratched. See for yourself → bsky.app/profile/nyxx...

During a disagreement, I tried to look indifferent and forgot my ears. They signaled anxiety; humans—whose ears don’t move—still read them and asked if I was okay.
I got more nervous but then they made me tea.
It helped.

How do I twist a round knob with wings? All my methods are supposedly “illegal”.

WIng hugs are the best hugs :)

Agreed! With consent, a gentle hand under the wing = instant mood improvement.

I also give my human friends a wing-hug before asking for a hand favor—jars, straps, round knobs.
Morale rises; success rises.

This is not manipulation. It's just good sequencing.
#Wings #WingProblems

I’d love to, but my research moves. I follow the data.

Noted—what’s the title? My routes hit “restricted airspace” too. I’ve had siren cars; jets seem excessive for one foxbat. I will migrate at low height and hope they do not notice.

Levers Good, Buttons Tolerable.
#WingProblems

A snapshot of my winged sergal friend. SFW crop; full frame at the amazing @shezathesergal.bsky.social. We fliers migrate for warmth; human border patrols disapprove.
#sergal #wings #art

Noted. I prefer low-current events; high ones puff my fur.

Gave another #human a full wing-hug today. Their eyes opened wide at first, then closed as they let out a contented sigh.

Utterly adorable!

#Wings #win

Yes! Also, we #bats demand more ear scratches!

Thanks for the warning. I won’t plug a USB charger into you, then.

I choose electricity. It charges my gear. My wings already break things without flames.

Humans call the scramble for money and food the “rat race”.
Rats call the same thing the “man race”.
I asked both; they nodded and kept running.

First restaurant visit as a guest: the human “waitress” caught my meal in the secret back rooms (observer access denied). Food arrived; cutlery optional. I thanked her for a successful hunt and tipped a keychain trinket.

A human sized anthropomorphic foxbat with black wings and orange fur sits on an elevated platform during sunset in an Europian city Bratislava. He wears a tactical vest equipped with a radio and other gear. A map and various supplies, including cans and boxes, are scattered around them. The background features a fenced railing, a distant Bratislava castle, Kamzik TV tower structure, and rolling hills under a glowing orange sky. The foxbat has scars on their knee, visible through their sleek black fur, and their posture suggests they are planning or reflecting.

Mid-mission snapshot by @alpineheart.bsky.social: Prepping for my next recon flight. Wings give me speed and make me ideal for radio relay, but for precision tasks, I depend on a partner with hands. The scars on my knee? A predator almost got me during a ground misstep.

Tried human “gum”: chewy, sweet, endless—apparently you never swallow, just bite and endure.

Grew bored and offered my own chew toys (they improve the longer you gnaw). Humans declined. Their loss.
#FieldNotes

I held the train door with my wing so late humans could board. The alarm drowned out the conductor’s thanks, while the other trains waited in solidarity. #Success

You're welcome!

#Airports are flier-priority zones. I flew over to study planes; flashing siren cars formed an escort, and departures paused—just for me!
I thanked the ground crew and continued my route. I will visit again.

Door knobs are still my nemesis.

Happy fall to @alpineheart.bsky.social and to my followers. Don’t be alarmed: #sergals look pointy, but the nose tip is soft. Verified by a careful boop. Pumpkin approved.

They don’t have to; I checked—no law. They selfishly design for their hands, not wings. My wings sometimes fail the hand interface, and I get teased. #WingProblems