#Growling Grass Frog

[stickyfrogs]

We met some more Beautiful Friends yesterday at Melbourne Zoo! Very Displeased Peanut with Manners was out again to say hi! Southern Barred Frog was showing off Excellent STARING! A Stickyfrogs’ cousin was enjoying a Happy Nap, and Gorgeous Growling Grass Frog was sunbathing in her Stylish Bronze Onesie!

[aisforinterval]

if you are like me and wanted to know if they do indeed Growl, let me reassure you here

Growling grass frog (Litoria raniformis)

Photo by Maia Draper

[herpsandbirds]

Growling Grass Frog aka Southern Bell Frog (Ranoidea raniformis), family Hylidae, Yanga NP, NSW, Australia

Also known by the Latin name Litorea raniformes.

photograph by Mick Fullerton Wildlife

[middleearthpixie]

Hello! ^^ Can you write a first time smut for Lindir x female elf reader? They both fell in love with each other and they take their time exploring each other's bodies. Super soft and gentle, from Lindir's perspective. Please!🙏 Thank you 💙

Hi there, Nonny! I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is and I hope you enjoy it.

Moonlight

Summary: You and Lindir consummate your romance…

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Lindir x fem!elf reader

Warning: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected intercourse

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k

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A cool breeze wafted gently through the treetops, the rustle of the leafy canopies blending seamlessly with the chirp of crickets and the throaty growls of the frogs that called the various lakes and fountains home. The night sky looked spangled, the sparkling stars looking like diamonds that had been strewn about along a bed of inky black velvet. 

Lindir cupped a hand about a thick white pillar candle, trying to shield it from the wind as he attempted to light it. It took several tries, but finally, the wick caught and held long enough for him to slip the glass cylinder over it to protect it from the wind. He set it on the low, white stone wall that ringed the small courtyard just off his chambers, where it joined nearly a dozen of its brethren, their small golden flames flickering every now and then, but their dance did not include bending to the wind or succumbing to it, thankfully.

His gut churned with a nervousness he’d not felt in what seemed like a lifetime. He could not recall the last time his stomach was in such knots, which was silly, really. You had been a couple for a while now, and saw one another on a daily basis. You’d shared a few kisses, but that was all.

Until this night. 

He looked over at the large fleecy blanket spread out across the lush green grass. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket to the side. Two goblets stood beside said bucket, just waiting to be filled. He’d set out the candles.

Now, he waited.

Then, he heard your steps on the grass and smiled even as his heart sped up. Even as his mouth went drier than it had ever been. Even as those knots instead became butterflies and without even seeing you yet, his blood seemed to rush warmer through his veins.

“Oh, how lovely.”

His heart skipped a beat as you came into the courtyard by way of the gate. The moonlight shone silver upon you and he knew he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you were right then. “I thought the candles might be a bit too much. Are they?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” 

You crossed over to where he stood, stopping before him to smile. “I think they look lovely.”

“Good. I was a bit… nervous. I should hate to have to explain to Lord Elrond how and why I burned down the whole of Rivendell.”

“What would you tell him?”

He reached for you, catching your hand in his, and drew you into his arms. “I’d blame you.”

“He would never believe it.”

“Never say never. I can be quite convincing when need be.”

You gazed up at him. “I’m a bit nervous, I confess.”

“You needn’t be,” he assured you. “But, if you’d rather not tonight, we can always—”

“No, I didn't say that,” you were quick to reply. “I am just being silly.”

“Would it help if I was to ask for your hand first?” A hint of teasing wound into his smooth, low voice. “That way you’d know I am not going to disappear on you come sunrise.”

“Lindir! What a thing to say. Do you think that is what I’m thinking?”

“I hope not. But, just in case. Will you marry me?”

“You know the answer is yes.”

“Very well. Now you have no reason to fear, my darling. You have said yes and you are not forever stuck with me.”

“Oh, no,” you replied dryly, trying, but failing, to look utterly serious, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

“Liar.” He leaned in to sweep your lips with his. He’d meant it to be but a gentle, innocent kiss, but the moment he felt your soft lips against his, he had no choice but to press his a bit harder to yours. 

You melted against him, parting your lips and he released a hand to slip his arm about your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your firm breasts pressed against his chest, heating his blood as it slowly changed course in his veins, tightening every fiber, every sinew and tendon, as he responded to just that pressure. 

You wound your arms about his neck, welcoming the silken soft stroke of his tongue along yours. His kiss deepened, and when you traced your fingernails lightly along the back of his neck, he shivered against you and sighed heavily into your mouth. 

He could resist temptation no longer, the hand he’d splayed across your back sliding down to curve against your backside. He cupped a cheek, pulled you firmly against him, and it was your turn to sigh as that telltale bulge of his erection ground into you to create an altogether new and delicious ache deep inside. 

His hand slid up, the other one joining it at your shoulders, where his nimble fingers made quick work of the row of tiny buttons that trailed from the neckline of your gown almost to the small of your back. The fabric parted, the cool breeze skittering across your bare skin as he skimmed his hands outward and the material poured from you to pool at your feet.

You stood naked before him and he almost moaned aloud at the sight—at the high, proud breasts with their already-beading nipples, the curve of your waist and the slope of your hips. Just the sight of you was enough to make his blood scorch through his veins as it flowed south now, his manhood responding to give him away, should you lower your gaze.

But you didn’t. You held his and that served only to fire his lust further. Without shyness or hesitation, he let his gaze roam over you and smiled as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then you caught your bottom lip between your teeth when he reached out to cup your left breast. He was so gentle, his fingers dancing along the delicate skin, his thumb slipping lightly about your nipple, which tightened even further beneath his touch.

His fingers tightened about that breast, kneaded it gently, and then leaned in to sweep his lips down along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow easier access, and his kisses came softly hot against your increasingly sensitive skin. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing nip, and soothed that with a flick of his tongue. 

His thumb slipped about your nipple again, then caught it between thumb and forefinger to roll until you gasped. It was amazing to see how tight it beaded beneath his touch, how you responded when he gave a gentle tug, and when he leaned over to take it in his mouth? You shoved a hand into his hair, twisted your fingers into the length, and gave a tug that sent a sharp zing across his scalp. But that only heightened his arousal for you, only made him want to explore you further, to see what else would make you pull his hair and arch hard against him.

He took his time, let his lips caress each delectable inch of you as slowly as he could, which was no easy feat, as the very sight of you, the scent of you, the feel of you—warm and soft—against him was enough to drive him mad with desire. But, he wanted you to feel that same fairy desire, wanted you to ache for him the way he did for you. This was not only your first time with him, but your first time ever, and he wanted it to be as magical for you as he could make it.

He caught you in his arms, maneuvered you onto the soft blanket, and came over you gently. His lips found yours, his kiss hot and teasing and slow and he fought back a sigh as your lips parted and he slid his tongue along yours again. You tasted of sweet strawberries and he took his time exploring your mouth, drawing your tongue back into his own to savor that heady sweetness for himself.

He swept his lips down over your chin, down the front of your neck, which bowed as he caressed the sensitive flesh. He continued down, moving slowly along you body, kissing his way along your creamy soft skin, burnished ivory in the candlelight, his lips smoking a path along the inner curve of the breast he’d been teasing. With each sigh that wafted to your lips, each hitch of your breath, he grew bolder. Your body fascinated him, so soft and curvy, and as he kissed his way down, he sank to his knees before you. A hint of wildflowers and musk floated up to tease his senses. Your scent. Yours and yours alone. 

“My love,” he breathed, drawing back to gaze down at you, at the way your hair glinted in the moonlight, fanned out beneath you. Your eyes were heavy-lidded and sensual, your lips full and pouty from his kisses. “You have no idea how often I’ve envisioned this moment.”

“Do tell,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering against the pale expanse of your cheeks.

“I’ve dreamed of it. Of you. Lying just as you are now, bathed in silvery moonlight, a temptress amongst women.”

Heat crept into your cheeks even as you smiled. “You do have a golden tongue, my love, know you this?”

“I speak only the truth,” he whispered, letting his fingers trail lightly along the rise of your left breast. You sucked in a sharp breath, and he repeated the motion, smiling as he held your gaze even as he cupped your breast, slid his thumb harder about that aching bead, then worked down along the curve of your waist, over the rise of your hip. Each caress left you more languid than the one before it. Each one had you pressing your thighs together because the sensations offered up a hint of relief from the maddening tightness of arousal. You wanted to grab his hand, to guide it to that ache between your legs, but hesitated. What if he thought you wanton for aching to be touched there? What if he found you too brazen for wanting that arousal sated?

So, you bit down on your bottom lip as he continued his leisurely exploration of your body, as he moved slowly down along your thigh, over the back of it, to that sensitives patch just behind your knee. You couldn't help your sigh, which made him smile and switch direction, now skimming long the back of your calf. Up toward your backside. Over the rise of that cheek. Back down. You shivered against him, which spurred him on even further. As he drew closer to those curls at the apex of your thighs, he looked up and whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, a hand curving against his cheek as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

He winked then, and moved lower, his lips following in the path of his fingers—thigh, knee, calf—each kiss followed by a hot, teasing swirl of his tongue. 

He moved over your thigh and you bit down harder on your lip now. You ached with wanting him, the achy tightness between your legs growing damper with each caress. Everything inside you hummed with the need for him to quench the fires he sparked to life.

Your soft mewl didn't pass unnoticed and it took every bit of will he had to keep moving slowly. He felt your dampness. The scent of your arousal grew stronger still, as if trying to guide him to where you wanted him to be. 

He followed that guide, leaning in to graze your inner thigh with a teasing kiss. Your legs parted of their own and he almost signed at the heavy musky scent that filled his nose. Wildflowers. Honey. The most enticing of perfumes greeted him, welcomed him.

Lured him in.

He bent to you, his nose brushing the damp curls between your thighs. Fire swirled through him at the soft gasp that reached his ears when he slipped a fingertip into that wet heat. Slick. Hot. Enticing. He ached for a taste and so bent to you to slip the tip of his tongue into your folds, tracing along the curve of that satiny bead nestled within them. Your hand sank into his hair, spurring him on, encouraging him to caress you slowly, increasing the pressure against you as you sighed and moaned beneath him. 

Your hips moved with him, and he responded by flicking the tip of his tongue over that silken pearl, and when you grew wetter still, he let his fingers slip through that slick, stroking toward your opening. You moaned softly again as he eased his finger inside you, teasing you, caressing you inside and out, as you quivered around him. You thrust your fingers into his hair once more, twisting even harder now, your hips rolling slowly toward him to meet each caress. He was in no hurry, savoring every moan that bubbled to your lips, every drop of arousal that clung to his tongue, and he knew you grew close to your release in the way you moved with him. 

“Lindir…” Your breathless whisper rose into the gilded darkness. You trembled against him, your fingers twisting harder now, your breath rapid as you arched to meet each slow, teasing thrust of his tongue. He laved along that delicate pearl, gentle at first, but as you whispered “Yes…” he licked harder. Faster. He slipped his fingers into your slick, and when he found what he sought, he slid a finger inside you and smiled as you tightened around it. You sank against him as he continued his onslaught, stroking until he found that small swelling along your front wall and teased it as you pulsed around him.

“Lindir!” You shattered, your release as sweet as your arousal and he was relentless in his caresses as you throbbed around him, trembling and pleading with him to not stop. As if he would. Your cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears and while he ached to find his own relief, he was in no hurry to end yours, either.

He slipped his finger free as you stilled against him and when you sank to your knees to meet his gaze, you whispered, “My turn,” and offered up a smile that turned his knees to jelly.

A hand pressed into his chest urged him onto his back on the soft blanket and he smiled as you straddled his hips and caught his hands in yours before pinning them to the blanket on either side of his head. 

Your lips claimed his and as you deepened your kiss, you slid your hands free to catch his tunic by its hem. You shoved upwards, breaking the kiss only long enough to whisk it over his head and then, when you came flush against him, he couldn’t hold back his moan. Your breasts, with those rosy beaded nipples, pressed into his skin, made the ache twisting his insides even worse. Your heat beckoned him, his hips rising to meet it, the pressure offering a bit of relief, but not nearly enough. 

His eyes closed as you moved down along him, trailing kisses over the smooth, warm skin his bared chest, and when you swirled your tongue along his left nipple, it was almost his undoing. He had no idea how sensitive his own were until then, and his entire body ached with the need to be inside yours, to feel that wet heat tight about him. 

Your hair spilled across his chest, warm and silken, and he buried his hands in it, let the gossamer strands caress him as you did. His head spun from the slow, teasing kisses you rained down over his belly, to the waist of his trousers.

Then you looked up and smiled as you unfastened them. As you gripped them. As you tugged them down and he sprang free from them, hard and proud and begging for your attention. 

Your name rose to his lips as you bent over and your lips closed about him. Your tongue moved slowly up from his base to his tip, your lips teased where your tongue did not, and when you gave a gentle pull…

He twisted his fingers in your hair as ever fiber in his body tensed, as the need for release tightened about him like a powerful fist, squeezing and pulsing with each stroke, with each teasing pull. White lights danced before him, and when you traced your fingernails along his sides? His moan rose like a mist into the air. His hips rose to meet each caress. The ache inside him grew stronger and more demanding and he had to force his eyes open as he gazed up at you. “Please… I need you…”

You pulled away, a look of utter satisfaction on your face as you whispered, “Need me for what?”

He smiled. “I think you know, love.”

He came up then, his lips seizing yours, his chest pressing into yours to urge you onto your back once more and as you obliged, your legs parted to let his hips settle between them. 

You felt the silken steel of his erect member slip into your folds, slide along your aching, overly sensitive flesh, and you shivered beneath him as he moaned above you. You teetered on the precipice. There was no going back now.

He caught your lips in a lingering kiss and you felt the gentle probe as he positioned himself. You were so tight about him, the resistance greater than he’d thought it would be. He drew in a deep breath and thrust, and you cried out at the brief sting of his breeching you. Then he went still, and you whispered, “What is it?”

“I love you,” he whispered back, then began moving inside you, each thrust slow and controlled, and little by little, the stinging ebbed and only pleasure remained. 

And what pleasure it was! It swelled within you both, fiery and hot and sweet, and with each thrust, that pleasure grew. It engulfed both of you, driving you both closer to the edge of madness. 

Your heat fed his. His fed yours. He surged harder now, tensing as his climax took root. It began in the soles of his feet and worked its way up like a rolling wave of thunder, and all he saw was you, your eyes sparkling, your cheeks flushed. You were close. He felt it in the way you tightened about him, the way you pulled him deeper still and throbbed around him once more. 

Everything inside him tightened. Twisted. Threatened to drive him insane as his climax bore down upon him. He couldn’t put it off, had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable as you squeezed him with a powerful rhythm and your fingernails dug into his chest. You tensed about him. 

He twisted his fists into the blanket beneath you, arched hard, and climaxed with a blazing fury that had him moaning and shuddering above you, that had him going rigid from the force of spilling hard inside you and you eagerly accepted it, pulsing and throbbing around him. You clung to him, your fingernails digging deep into his back. Your surrender met his and as he sank against you, you wrapped him in your arms as if you would never let him go. 

You fought for breath, as did he, and you held him as he trembled against you. Smoothing his hair away from his temple, you murmured, “I do love you.”

“Oh, I love you, too…”

“I think we should do this again.” 

You smiled as he lifted his head to stare at you incredulously. “Already?”

“Well, perhaps we should wait a few minutes,” you amended. “At least my head clears. I might faint otherwise.”

“Probably a wise idea.”

“I thought so.” You tightened your arms about him, and it all just felt so perfect, so right. You were where you belonged and you were not about to let him go. Not ever, if possible. No moment had ever been so perfect, as the one you shared with him in the moonlight on the most romantic night of your life. 

[reasonsforhope]

"A large research project studying endangered species in Australia has tallied 29 recovered species—all animals that can be safely de-listed from the country’s endangered species list.

Australia’s Protection and Biodiversity Conservation (EPBC) Act currently lists 446 species of animals in genuine need of protection, but 29 of those are no longer in need—15 mammals, 8 birds, 4 frogs, a reptile, and a fish.

Among these critters are the golden, Western barred, and Eastern barred bandicoots, Western quoll, sooty albatross, waterfall frog, Flinder’s Range worm-lizard, yellow-footed rock wallabies, greater bilby, humpback whale, growling grass frog, Murray’s cod, and others.

Australia has been a focus of endangered species conservation for decades because so many of the animal varieties are found nowhere else.

Invasive predators introduced and living here for decades, including foxes and cane toads, have proven highly disruptive to local wildlife like bandicoots and bilbies.

Unlike America’s ESL, the EPBC doesn’t mandate that species be reviewed regularly for recovery. These large scientific papers are rare and represent moments to celebrate for Australia’s conservationists."

-via Good News Network, 2/28/23

[the-muppet-joker]

Adam's Second Sin

Warnings: Adam (the Bible) x Joker x Kermit, breeding kink, discussion of God's hypocricy, muppet hole

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Adam screamed in frustration. How was he meant to populate the earth without Eve? As much as he despised her, he yearned to spread his seed across the land and just... BREED. He balled up his fists into his hair, lost in thought, when suddenly... A rustling from the bushes, with a hushed, crazed laughter and an amphibious-sounding moan.

"Shhh... Kermit, you have to keep it down, darling~ or the very first man will hear us... or is that what you want, you filthy exhibitionist <3"

Adam's errection perked up, listening. "I think I have found something worth breeding," he thought.

He pounced like a lion into the bushes, gasping at what he saw. Another man... how could this be? He had so recently been cast from the Garden of Eden, and believed after vowing to part ways with the traitorous Eve that he would never see another human again. But here, on the ground, was the Clown Prince of Crime himself. And what was this...?

Pinned below Joker, face-down in the lush grass between the bushes, was a blushing, drooling muppet. Joker's white hands were wrapped around the frog's green felt wrists, and what intruiged Adam even more... was the clown's white member pumping deep into Kermit's tight hole. Adam gulped.

Kermit's eyes met Adams and he stuttered, trying to alert Joker to their intruder. However, Joker's throbbing cock was so thick and felt so delicious in his hole, that he very quickly forgot how to speak and instead whined like a whore, twitching under the green-haired man.

"Ahem," said Adam. Joker lept up in suprise, jumping back just as he began to cum. White, milky ropes of seed burst from him like a firework, painting the grass below as well as Kermit, whose empty hole twitched around nothing as he wailed im despair. Joker's seed had miraculously missed Kermit's hole, despite splashing nearly everywhere else.

Joker's cock softened as his eyebrows raised. He grinned with his beautiful red lips and his shining white teeth. Like a shark's, with eyes just as predatory.

"Well I'll be damned! The father of humanity, come to watch our lovely display. I suppose we should be honored," the clown purred. "Perhaps we should call you Daddy? Ha, simply a joke. That is why they call me the Joker," Joker explained.

"Oh," said Adam. He considered this. He considered his lust, his primal need to breed, and the considerably breedable muppet lying painted in white on the ground.

Adam considered God. He wondered what motivation his Father had when creating him. What was Adam's purpose? Eden had been a paradise, but there was no meaning there. He was always destined to sin. Perhaps that was the reason God could never look him in the eyes. He was not the firstborn. He was the lamb to be sacrificed so that all of humanity would be allowed to live, to love, and to fail. And then to be condemened for their predestined failure. Adam realized he was created to sin and pass that sin onto humanity.

Well, so be it, Adam thought. I will sin on the outskirts of Eden. I will fuck this muppet until he is pregnant.

He nodded to himself resolutely. He turned to Joker, who had one eyebrow raised and a half-hard cock.

"No. Do not call me Daddy. I am your equal... may I please breed your beautiful muppet?"

Joker laughed in surprise, turning to Kermit who was still writhing and moaning on the ground. "Kermit? What do you think, darling?"

Kermit looked up, "Y-yes. Please..." he croaked.

Adam was rock hard and ready to fuck. Not make love, no there was no love left inside of him. It had been taken alongside his rib.

The man positioned himself behind Kermit, dragging the tip of his length alongside Kermit's pulsing, wet hole. "Gods... Kermit, I see why Joker was so worked up and excited," Adam growled, pushing in to the hilt.

"Fuck! Adam!" Kermit screamed.

Adam pumped into him, deep and hard, animalistically.

"Fuck.. Kermit.. Ah, hah, yes, hahhh~"

Joker was softly chuckling and stroking his member at the sight of his lover being pounded into with such vigor. What a view, he mused.

"OOOOHHHhh, Adam~" Kermit moaned like a prayer.

Kermit was fucked so hard that his moans began to sound instead like a beautiful song, familiar to Adam. He came with tears in his eyes, nearly roaring when he did so. His salty seed felt different to Kermit, but he came as well despite the different feeling causing him to wish it was Joker's cum inside him.

As Adam pulled out, a single string of cum connected his cock and the delicious, overflowing hole.

"Now he is pregnant with my child," Adam stated grimly. He feared what human-muppet hybrid would be spawned by this affair, a fear that earlier had been quelled by his lust.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Joker's insane laughter and Kermit's weak giggle. "What!" Adam demanded.

"Muppets," Kermit laughed, full of cum, "can't get pregnant, silly."

"WHAT?" Screamed Adam. "Then how will I repopulate the earth? Somebody needs to be impregnated!"

"And someome certainly will..." said Joker, approaching with his errection approaching first.

The clown winked at the human. "Tell me, darling, what do you know about mpreg?"

To be coninued

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi again I have an idea for a Jurassic world au yandere raptor hybrid parents gambit and rogue [ animated series ] x baby hybrid reader now the doctors and scientists want to find out how 2 hybrids birth a hybrid and want to take the baby so they can run some tests but gambit and rogue are not having it,so they make their escape with their baby and find somewhere safe for a 3 them to live.

Aaaawwwww! Those two being protective parents! Yes!

• The enclosure was silent. It was night, meaning it should have been abuzz with the chirrups of frogs and insects. But there was only deep, uneasy quiet.

• The two raptors, a mated pair, were unsettled. While it was normal for most creatures to avoid them or to stay silent in their presence, this was unusual. Unusual enough that they decided to investigate. Sniffing through the grass and shadowed trees, looking for what disturbed the creatures' music. Yet so far, nothing yielded answers.

• On the way back, they saw fresh meat, and could hear the humans start to chatter overhead. While the food looked tantalizing, it smelled... off. There was something under the scent of blood and protein, something drowsy and sharp... With a hiss, they realized it must have a drug in it. But why give them something like that...?

• Their answer was a scared chirp, followed by the yells of humans. With startled shrieks, they raced off, tracing their path back to their nesting site, to find armed humans holding their baby, a small thing, in their gloved hands. Rogue, a raptor raptor bright greens and reds, growled, pacing closer, while her mate, a pink and brown raptor, Gambit, circled around. The humans were trapped between them, and it was clear the two raptors were beyond mad.

• In a flash, Rogue pounced, claws tearing through one of the men as Gambit headbutted another, snarling. The remaining humans took off, taking their hatchling, Reader, with them. The chase was on, and the two parents were on the hunt...

• They could hear the gates opening and the shouts of the humans as they slowly took them down, shrieking to each other and to their child, fear and anger marring their voices. One human tried to fire a gun, only to have their hand bitten off. Another shot a taser, hoping to slow them down, yet it hit empty air. Their death came, just as fast the others', dragging them into bloody dirt. Yet the two raptors kept running, racing for their hatchling...

• Up ahead, the gates were open, and about to pass through was the human holding Reader, yelling in panic and terror... Yet the two closed in, shoving them aside and grabbing their baby, hissing sharply- And they were outside the enclosure, for the first time since... since so long. They didn't waste time waiting, scrambling past the fleeing humans and into the wilds of the park. The place reeked of humans, yet it promised freedom, safety, from the ones who tried to take their baby.

• Hiding took no time at all, sticking to the dark streets and racing past the buildings and fountains and other enclosures. They could hear the happy shrieks of the other ones, the ones like them, and it encouraged them to keep going. The woods waited just a few more paces away, just a but longer and they'd be free! Reader chirped, happily hugging their parents, letting them know how happy they were to see them, and their parents purred.

• And then, they were at the beginning of the woods. Tall, dark trees... quiet buzzing of insects and rustling of animals... the sweet smell of rotting leaves... It was perfect to start anew. Taking the first careful steps in, the two parents soon became boisterous, laughing as they enjoyed their new hunting grounds. Their baby's laugh joined in, and all was right in the world for then...

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 13 - Revelations

As Y/N grows closer to Lucifer, he reveals what the hands of fate have in store.

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The heavy rain pounds against the colorful windows, the peaceful sound fills the otherwise silent room, occasionally interrupted by the deafening clap of thunder. The droplets of water race down the colorful depictions of the fall and rise of Lucifer, displayed in the stained glass windows, giving it an almost theatrical effect. 

I stare out one of the few clear panes of glass, cozied in a comfy chair I had dragged into place. The view of the towering pine trees outside is distorted by the downpour and thick fog looming around. The sun is nowhere to be seen, the world only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. 

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, rereading my favorite cheesy romance novel for the 14th time, never growing tired of it. I lose myself in the story of a girl from the city running into a creature of the night. She starts out frightened of the vampire, scared of what she’s capable of, but learns to see through her tough shell and love the woman beneath the fangs and mystery. I hum quietly, chewing on a strand of hair as I meticulously scan every word on the page, despite having them memorized already.

“I’m so booored,” Lucifer whines, stepping out of the shadows and leaning over the tall satin chair I reside in.

“And what would you like me to do about that?” I keep my eyes fixed on the book, not sparing him even a passing glance, but I can still feel him pouting behind me.

“Let’s go do something,” he suggests, leaning down to wrap his arms around my chest.

“Like what?” I gaze at him from the corner of my eye.

He gestures out the window, wordlessly planting the idea of going outside.

“It’s raining Luce.” I put my book down to look at him, giving him the attention he so badly craves.

“You say that like it's a problem.” He grins, holding me even tighter.

Without a moment to think, the world spins once again and I find myself in a completely different location. I grab onto his arms to hold myself up, my knees ready to buckle under my weight at any second. I keep my eyes scrunched closed until the dizziness wears off and the world feels stable.

“You have to stop doing that!” I growl, shoving him with annoyance, but he doesn’t even budge. Fully preparing myself for the torrential downpour of rain, I instinctively fold my wings over my head to provide what little shelter I can, but nothing comes. 

He rolls his eyes, then looks at me eagerly like he’s waiting for my reaction.

The sound of birds chirping draws my attention and I lower my wings to take in my surroundings. I find myself in a stunning garden that goes on as far as the eye can see, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The world is painted vibrant shades of greens, blues and pinks, the color so intense that it feels like I'm looking through an enhanced filter. The sky, a pale blue with dozens of fluffy clouds and a shining rainbow.

The grass is perfectly manicured with little drops of dew from the rain clinging to each blade. Little bee’s buzz in harmony, hard at work pollinating each wildflower sprung from the ground.

 A little stream runs down the hills, twisting and winding for miles. The water is so clear that you can see each tumbled rock fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The sound of water rapidly flowing fills the air and perched on mossy rocks along the bank are little green and brown frogs, lounging without a care in the world. 

Hundreds of cherry blossoms fill the orchard in full bloom, the fragrant aroma taking over my senses. But in the middle of it all is one tree that looms taller than the rest. It's old, dating back at least a century. The branches twist and turn, similar to the body of a snake. And hanging from the lowest branch is one bright, shiny red apple.

“Where the fuck am I?” I ask, feeling a sense of confusion and wonder.

“It’s a garden I made for you.”

I slowly spin on my heels, admiring the beauty around me. He’s thoughtfully selected all of my favorite flowers, each one bringing back a distinct, pleasant memory. It takes my breath away.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self conscious.  “Maybe it’s a bit mu-”

“No!” I interrupt him, “It’s beautiful.” I smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his doubt melting away in a matter of seconds, replaced by pride. His wings perk up and a satisfied grin tugs at his lips. “Come,” he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling me along. 

The soft grass squishes beneath my boots as I follow close behind, a soft breeze flows through my hair.

He stops us at the apple tree that stands next to the creek, and sitting in its shade is a checkered red blanket, and a woven picnic basket. It’s like a scene out of a fairy tale.

“A picnic?” I raise my brow skeptically. I never imagined Lucifer to be the picnicking type.

He sits down on the blanket and pats it twice, gesturing for me to sit by his side. 

I perch down next to him, tucking my wings behind my back and our knees touch ever so slightly. Just that one innocent little touch feels so intimate. 

He pulls out two fancy crystal glasses, dipping them into the creek by our side and filling them with the clear water.

“Creek water? I think I'll pass,” I scoff.

He looks at me amused, like he knows something I don’t. With a snap of his fingers, the water turns into a rich amber color I could recognise anywhere. He hands me the glass with a pleased smirk.

“Cool party trick.” I admire the glass in amazement. “Taking notes from The Bible, are we?” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “That dickwad learned it from me.”

I chuckle at the thought. I take a sip and my eyes light up as the familiar taste of Jack Daniels Whiskey burns my throat. “Mmm… You remembered,” I smile.

“I always do.” He wraps his wing around my shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I ask, nervously toying with his mesmerizing flight feathers.

“Hm?”

“Why am I here? I mean, why me? What makes me so special?” I scooch closer, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Because.” He effortlessly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?” My eyes widen and snap up to meet his.

“You were made for me Y/N,” he coos, holding my chin in his hand. His eyes lovingly gaze into mine. “A gift from my dad, a little peace offering of sorts.”

“That’s not possible…” I shake my head, unable to process the information being thrown at me. My hands shake, a myriad of thoughts and emotions bouncing around my brain.

“You feel the connection between us, the force that pulls us together, even when we're apart. The way our lives have always led to this moment.” He places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I sit in silence, stunned.

“You know it to be true,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t understand,” I murmur.

“Why do you think you dream of me every night? We’re bonded together, our fates intertwined for the rest of time.” He caresses my cheek ever so slightly.

“Luce…” my voice quivers.

“You feel that?” He asks, pulling me into his chest and I can feel the buzz of electricity stronger than ever.

“There’s a reason I shared my grace with you,” his cold tingly grace intertwines with mine that burns hot, creating a pleasant mix of sensations.

I stare up at him, too shocked to even blink. I’m finally getting the answers I so desperately craved, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Human lives are so fleeting and the thought of being without you ever again kills me,” his voice breaks, emotions getting the best of him. 

“We’re destined to be together,” he pauses, “forever.”

The words play over in my head countless times, struggling to form some kind of response. 

Images of my time with Dean flash across my mind, the way he held me when I needed him the most, the nights he slept by my side and held me dear, and the yearning I feel whenever I think of him. I can’t stop the feeling of guilt that burns in my stomach, like I’m betraying him, despite never even discussing any sort of relationship. I have feelings for Dean, that I'm certain of. But I can’t deny the chemistry I feel with Lucifer, the way every moment together feels so natural. 

“This is a lot to take in Luce.” I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed.

“I know love.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Take your time, we have an eternity awaiting us.”

I nod my head and take a long swig of whiskey until the glass is nearly empty. The alcohol always did help me think. We sit in comfortable silence for what must’ve been hours. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the birds chirping and water flowing, my breathing becoming steadier. The warmth of the sun shines on my face, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. I mindlessly curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest as the peaceful hands of sleep pull me close. The last thing I can remember is the feeling of his large silky wings wrapping around us providing me a sense of safety. And just like that, I drift off into peaceful dreams.



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[kiko---random-stuff-probably]

Gluttony

Cotlober day 1: you are who you eat.

Anura was way too quiet in that angle of the forest, with basically no sounds beside from the heavy breathing of the red frog.

A young Heket kneeled near the god she had just killed, staring at his corpse, thankfull that Shamura managed to wound him enough to let her have the possibility to finish him.

Otherwhise, she would had died there, at the age of thirteen, after disobeying the clear order from the eldest of the bishops to just not run head first into danger.

But she had to do something; her and Leshy were the only one in her family with no crowns, and Narinder gotted it while he was still twelve. She couldn't just stand by, and wait to have it handed to her or something like Shamura suggested.

She wanted to earn it, like everyone in her family did.

And she did. At least, she was trying to.

She knew that crowns do not just let themselves get picked on by random mortals, and even if the god in front of her left his own ticket for godhood behind, it didn't mean she got it: after all, the crowns are the one with the final say in whatever or not you became a god.

Still, she had in front of her a literal banquet of divine essence.

She stared at the corpse, and steadied her breath.

- It's fine, it's not the first time you eated divine flesh- she reminded herself, as she started to roll up her sleeves before starting to cut off a piece of the arm of her victim. Sure, it was mostly by just munching on some pieces of Shamura's trophies they bringed home and the flesh looked mroe like steaks and weren't raw, but still she did.

As she saw the ichor start to come put from the cuts, she gulped down, and teared off a piece of her prize, under the watchful gaze of the crown, and the dead, wide eyes of the ex god of Ambition.

She hesitated, and then took a piece of flesh to her mouth.

She silently started to munch on it, and she couldn't really say if ot was because it was raw, or bevause she was staring into the eyes of the very same person she was eating, but it was nothing like she expected.

She could feel her body try to reject the ichor, her stomach twist as she gulped down something that clearly didn't belong inside of it.

More.

She felt her mouth start to salivate, as she started tearing off the flesh with her own two hands, shoving it into her mouth.

More.

Ichor and pieces of her meal were falling between her hands, as she kept eating.

More.

She felt her stomach turn upside down, her mortal nature forcing her to throw up, covering the grass in front of her with what she managed to eat.

Her vomit was a mixture of bile amd not digested ichor, bubbling and reminding her that she wasn't supposed to do that.

More.

She started biting off pieces of meat from the dead corpse, ignoring every common sense.

More.

Bite. Tear. Swallow. Bite. Tear. Swallow. Vomit.

More.

Bite, tear, swallow, bite, tear, vomit.

She needed to eat more.

Bite, tear, swallow, bite, hold back the nausea, and keep going.

She was starving.

The only reason why she stopped was because someone grabbed her and phisically detatched her from her meal.

She turned around, growling, eyes wide and bloody, and even tried to bite Shamura, not recognizing them.

The spider holded her by her arms, staring at their little sister with concern, as she kept trying to return to her meal. Her mouth was dripping ichor, her nails were broken from her scavanger, and she was panting hard.

As Heket started to calm down, Shamura lifted their gaze to the crown now sitting on her head.

[stickyfrogs]

Today we visited two Growling Grass Frog Friends at the Melbourne Museum! They were both wearing Lovely Smiles and doing an excellent job of Watching! Growling Grass Frogs are endangered in the wild in Victoria.

[triforce-of-mischief]

@skyloftian-nutcase's Fluffvember day 3: Nature Walk

Summary: Minish spends some peaceful time away from everyone and everything.

Words: 850

Characters are from @thatbrokenpromise

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Minish stared at the mountain across the grassy field, restless excitement filling them at the thought of exploring it. The group had stopped halfway between it and a stable on the other side of the hill, and they were already so close to untouched nature. Minish hopped over the short stone wall to drop beside Hateno, who was talking with some of the others near the smaller fountain. They tapped Hateno’s shoulder, then pointed at the mountain.

“You want to explore?” Hateno asked, and Minish nodded eagerly. “All right, just don’t go too far from the mountain. Ordon and I will follow behind you in a minute, Satori’s a good place to gather food. The rest of you…”

Minish didn’t wait to hear the rest of the plans. They climbed over the second curve of stone wall, this one nearly as tall as they were, and made their way down the rocky hill away from the little park. Across the field was a monster camp, with a rough path up the mountain on either side. The path on the right had more rocks, and was obstructed by the camp, so Minish decided to try the one on the left.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and their bare feet darted over soft grass and wildflowers. The path up the side of the mountain was steep, and led them to a small grove of pine trees. With harsh cries and a flap of black wings, a few crows flew away as they noticed Minish. Deeper in the grove, a bear stalked among the trees and gave a warning growl. Minish hissed back, and the bear squawked and ran down the mountain.

They found a tattered tent draped over a rock, and more importantly, a beehive dripping with honey. Minish snatched it and happily munched the sweet stuff as they explored further. They chose to go left again, avoiding the rocky cliffside, and carefully picked their way around a puddle of water at the entrance of a stone arch. They curved around and found another trail that led even higher.

A dozen squirrels resided on the next outcropping, and bolted away from Minish. The tiny creatures kept their distance from the trio of large rocks in the center of the trees, but Minish was too curious. They crept forward, only to screech and jump back when the rocks shifted under their feet and started to rise from the ground. Minish turned tail and found a foreboding cliff wall, so they ran back the way they came. Once they were sure that the rock monster wasn’t pursuing them, they found another path and followed that one up the other side of the mountain.

They found two more honeycombs for their trouble, and tucked one into their robes for later. They sprinted past a few angry octorocks, past a beautiful pond and into a massive, overgrown skull that more resembled a cave. Minish sat in the sunbeam created by an eye socket, catching their breath for a few minutes while they listened to the birds.

There wasn’t an obvious path after that point, and Minish finally resorted to climbing the rocky cliffs. They snuck past the rock monster, chose the right path this time, and were rewarded with the top of the mountain at long last. There was a peaceful little pond, surrounded by moss and pink flower petals from a lone cherry blossom tree.

A magic presense brushed the edge of their senses, and Minish turned to see a strange animal- or perhaps a spirit- on the far side of the pond. It was a glowing blue rabbit with golden antlers and an owl-like face that held no expression. Its aura was similar to the bubble-belching frog Minish had met in the cave of not-Hateno’s-era, but this creature felt curious, and more… pure. It didn’t seem to be afraid of Minish, as it bounded to the edge of the summit then looked over its shoulder to see if Minish would follow.

They did, playing a one-sided game of chase down the hill until the blue rabbit slipped into a cave in the side of the mountain. Minish saw another, that ran as soon as it saw them and led them around a few corners before vanishing too. They heard monsters to the left, so they went right and carefully jumped down a hole in the ground. A blue flash ran down another corridor, and Minish crouched to all fours and leapt to the raised bridge of stone so they could follow. A series of glowing rabbits came from the other direction, running straight at Minish before vanishing in blue sparkles and a bell-like chime.

No rabbits greeted them in the next room, and Minish peered around the oddly shaped rock in the center to find four more corridors. Upon exploring, they all led to the same room again. Confused and starting to get a little tired, Minish pulled out their last honeycomb and nibbled on it as they backtracked through the cave. Maybe Hateno would know more secrets about this mystical mountain.

[herpsandbirds]

Growling Grass Frog aka Southern Bell Frog (Ranoidea raniformis), family Hylidae, northern Tasmania, Australia

Also known by the Latin name Litorea raniformes.

photograph by Tnarg 12345 

[fieldofdaisiies]

Nature Fun

ship: Elucien type: smutty drabble warning(s): explicit description, minors DNI word count: ~600 words summary: I saw the picture on Pinterest and thought it screams Elucien, so here we go; some nature smut

-all rights reserved-

His hands slide up Elain’s arms as he moves inside of her, his low groans the most erotic sounds the middle Archeron sister has ever heard.

She relishes in them, in the feel of his hot skin against hers, the bright sun of the Day Court warming their bodies, the soft press of the grass underneath her. Lucien’s cock is deep inside of, touching the spot that makes her arch and cry out in pleasure.

"Gods!" Elain moans, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. The blissful stretch of Lucien’s thick lenght is nearly overwhelming, nearly too much, but so good, so absolutely damn perfect.

Lucien holds her by her wrists, an amused grin spreading over his whole face at the position they are in. He loves how his lovely mate falls apart beneath him, how her back arches, making her press further into him, hips pressing against his pelvis.

"Harder," Elain breathes through gritted teeth and Lucien’s gives her exactly this, pounding her harder into the soft mossy grass beneath her, their bodies only shielded by large trees and the fields of sunflowers around them.

Lucien keeps a steady hold on her wrists, his dick sliding in and out of her in a relentless and merciless pace, damp skin slapping against damp skin.

She moans and mewls, hands above her head, her body shaking with pleasure and the tidal waves of satisfaction that are nearing.

"My lady, are you close?" Lucien rasps. He leans in and nips at her lower lip before kissing her deeply.

Elain can only as much as moan, shifting her hips to urge him even deeper.

But Lucien wants to hear an answer, wants to hear her breathy voice, telling him she is about to come. She is deliriously lost in passion and love, Lucien imprinted in every fibre of her body, the only thing on her mind, and he knows finding the right words in this moment is not easy, but still he wants to hear her answer.

"Elain, use you words."

Lucien tuts at her mewling, the little pout on her lip, as she wreathes beneath him, groaning in frustration. "I-I am c-cl-close. Please, let me come."

"You know, you never have to beg with me, dove. I just want you to use your words." The Day Court heir grins.

"I know you are close, dove. I can feel how your tight cunt is squeezing my cock, milking me."

He knows that Elain is gone everytime he uses filthy wording on her, it is always her undoing — the always so modest and pure Elain loves dirty talk, especially when it is spoken by her mate.

"I am close!"

Elain explodes in bliss and passion, the fire in her mate’s veins sweeping into hers, filling every fibre of her body and she comes with a scream.

The growl that parts Lucien’s lips when he spills himself into her, rattles the trees around them and makes birds fly away.

"Cauldron and Mother, you are my end, dove."

An exhausted smile spreads over Elain’s face, her lids opening and closing quickly as she tries to hold Lucien’s gaze. Her legs still spasm, he moves into her woth sloppy thrusts, kissing her gently. "No, you are," she hums, beaming up at him.

Lucien‘s skin glows, kissed by the lowering sun behind him.

"I love you." Lucien slides out of her and pulls his pants back up before helping Elain get up, smoothing out her dress. "So damn much."

Leaning in, he kisses her forehead amd Elain wraps her arms around his broad chest.

"More than words can describe."

~~~~~~~~

tags: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[xxnomadsxx]

I have been enjoying the Nomad AU so much! Would the Nomad trolls have a way of communicating that sounds like bird calls or forest noises? Maybe it was created as a survival technique to hide from things bigger than them? Also would they dress in like a ghilli suit to blend in with their surroundings?

THANK YOU sooooo much that means a lot to me!!!!!!

Anyways to the question, they absolutely would they have many ways to communicate amongst each other, from sign language to animal noises (there have been arguments on which animal makes what noise like “Todd that’s a frog noise not a bird call”) they have many animalistic qualities such as getting on all fours sometimes to swinging from trees or to getting super close to the ground, and a lot of them will hiss and growl at you so be warned. They adapted these skills so they can hide from predators or to hunt them

They technically do dress in ghillie suits. All the villagers have full body cloaks to hide them selves when they’re out and about (they consist of mostly just dark colors so they can hide them and their hair) but then there are the hunting teams whose cloaks are basically just ghillie suits (they’re made from leaves, roots, grass, moss, and whatever they can find) they care very deeply about staying hidden!

[thicctails]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗A Gift From The Earth To The Stars˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ A Platonic Dragonformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 1 ~.~ Baby Mine

A cool breeze blew through the soft, new grass of the valley, the green shoots having recently flourished since the last remnants of snow had finally melted away. It carried the scent of new life, tinged with the dampness of a recent rainfall. There was no such rain tonight, the sky above clear and full of glistening, twinkling stars and a bright full moon. Insects chirped and warbled out of sight, frogs croaked melodiously from a nearby pond, and the young leaves on the trees fluttered softly. It was truly a beautiful night, and it was a shame so many were asleep, unable to appreciate its glory.

Ratchet was not one such creature, yet he was hardly out enjoying a calm night.

No, the stout white and red dragon was actually quite agitated, huffing as he got up for the umpteenth time that night, circling around the smooth stones that sat in the middle of his nest, before settling back down in a spot he hoped would be more comfortable. He nudged the rocks closer to him, gently turning them like he would a delicate egg.

Now, the wizened medic wasn't stupid; he knew damn well that these were not eggs and therefore would not hatch, but it seemed to be the only thing keeping him calm for the time being.

Because of course the planet they landed on would simulate the ideal nesting conditions for Cybertronians. Of course this would activate their long dormant brooding protocols, despite the lack of young that needed to be cared for. Of course almost his entire pride would be struck with the instinctive, maddening need to parent anything that even remotely resembled their offspring.

Of course this would be their luck.

Primus must be having a laugh at his creations' expense.

Shifting around, Ratchet laid his head down and sighed softly, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids. At least little Bumblebee seemed unbothered by the uptick in affection he'd been receiving, being the youngest pack member. Optimus especially had been spending extra time with the younger, the chipper yellow and black dragon having been practically adopted by the Prime. If only the fool would just get over his nerves and just say it...

He shifted again, blinking tiredly as he nudged the closest stone. It was cold against his muzzle, setting off unnecessary alarms in his processor.

'Egg is cold! Hatchling must be warmed! You're going to kill it! You're a horrible Sire!'

He growled in irritation as he got to his paws once more, circling the nest again and again and again.

This wasn't heathy. He needed a break.

Forcing the truth that these were rocks and not eggs into the forefront of his thoughts, Ratchet plodded out of his den and into the lively night. He made a beeline for the trees, fully intending on making use of his inability to sleep. A patrol would wear him out, and might help with the nagging fear of the unknown that came with acclimating to a new place.

They'd only been here for a few full lunar cycles, having crashed here when their damaged ship finally gave out, and for most of that time they'd been trapped in this valley by their own instincts. They'd been blindsided by it, so used to being in control of their bodies and minds. Cybertron had been completely unsuitable for nesting for a long time, and thus their once regular, moderate cycles had been disrupted, protocols and code shoved away in favor of battle tactics and more aggressive instincts.

Now though, on this strange, damp world with its warm star and no bloodshed so far, everything that had been suppressed had leapt back up with a vengeance. What had previously been manageable now rendered them nearly feral, far more animalistic than they usually ever were. Pits, none of them aside from Bumblebee had shifted out of their alt modes since they'd got here!

He growled and dug his claws into the moist dirt beneath his paws, hauling himself up onto a nearby ridge. The grass here was longer, brushing against his underbelly as he strode forward. This planet was teeming with organic life, so different from Cybertron it almost hurt.

'Still,' he admitted to himself, watching as a small, glowing bug flitted past his muzzle, 'It's not the worst place we could have landed.'

His processor finally started to quiet as he shifted into a light jog, his tail bobbing rhythmically up and down as he headed for the edge of their territory. The Decepticons had fled somewhere on this planet, and although no-one had seen any trace of them since they'd crashed, Ratchet was going to make damn sure that their borders were secure for the inevitable day Megatron decided to try and finish the war once more.

As he traveled, dirt became rough pebbles and small stones, the mountain range that encircled their valley home looming high above. The white dragon padded up one of the paths they'd begun to wear into the mountainside, rubbing his cheek along the stone every so often, scent marking the area. Faintly, he could smell Prowl's scent nearby, causing him to frown. Usually, the dedicated Autobot was on top of his patrol duties. For him to have neglected this area was a clear indicator of how much even the most professional among them were being effected by the nesting code.

The medic followed the path for as far as it went, before stepping out onto untrodden land. He purposefully let his claws drag across the stone, and he swung his head about as he tastes the air, his olfactory sensors taking in his new surroundings. There was something... different about this area. The faintest feeling of familiarity led him beyond his pride's territory, his optics darting about with caution. This was all new space to him, and he didn't want to risk getting caught unawares by anything that might also be out here.

He slowly made his way down a steep embankment, the sound of water reaching his audials. It was a river, likely the source of the fresh pools of water in the valley. It split in two a few feet from him, the larger part flowing somewhere out of sight, while the smaller stream fed into a nearby cave. Now that he was closer he realized what exactly had been familiar to him. It was a scent, one he had never expected to find here.

Energon.

The primarily white dragon rushed excitedly over to the mouth of the cave, ducking down and squeezing inside. Blue crystals immediately filled his vision, moonlight pouring down through various cracks and holes in the ceiling and reflecting through them, giving the cave an ethereal glow. He followed the stream in a state of awe, already wondering how much of the life-giving material was present on the planet and how much Energon he could take back with him immediately. Their supplies were still doing okay, but they had all been worried about what would happen when they inevitably ran out. This would take quite a bit of stress off of everyone.

"Aaaaaaaah! Waaaah!"

Ratchet froze midstep, audials flying forward as a strange sound reached him, loud enough to be heard over the sound of a nearby waterfall. What in the name of Primus was that?

"Waaaaaaah!"

There it was again! It sounded like a distressed creature, but there was something mixed into its cries that made him instinctively step forward. That sense of familiarity was back once again, as if something deep within him knew what he was hearing.

As the cries continued, Ratchet found that his pace kept increasing. Soon, he was in a dead sprint, ex-venting hard at the strenuous activity. It was not often that he moved at top speed.

Finally, he reached a ledge, and had to dig in his claws to stop himself from flying off the edge. His head jolted back in surprise, shocked that he'd reacted so strongly to an unknown sound. Primus, when was the last time he'd run for anything that wasn't his life or to save someone else's? Shaking his head, he peered down, just narrowly avoiding the spray of the waterfall right next to his head.

Below him was a pool of softly glowing water, the light refracting and casting a prismatic sheen over the room. At the edge of the pool, gently rocked by the motion caused by the waterfall, was a tiny, strange looking... pod?

The fur pelt of an animal was draped over its surface, and something squirmed around beneath it, fitfully crying out with its screeching wails. The sound gripped Ratchet at his very core, his optics going wide. His nesting coding, which had started to calm, flared to life immediately, and he wasted no time in leaping down from the ledge and lowering himself onto his belly.

His claws quivered as he reached out and hooked the tip of a digit onto the pod's edge, gently pulling it towards him. Once it was free of the water, he gripped the pelt covering with his teeth. The fur was soaked all the way through, and Ratchet had the suspicion that the nearby waterfall was to blame. He pulled it free, letting it flop onto the ground.

His next intake of air caught in his vents. His optics became impossibly wide as he brought his face closer to the little pod. Tiny, soft servos patted the tip of his muzzle, smacking the smooth metal with such little force that, if Ratchet hadn't been aware of the action already, he wouldn't have noticed.

It- it was a hatchling. A tiny, tiny hatchling. As small as a premature minicon. It had s/c protoarmor and barely open e/c optics. Tiny wisps of thin, fur-like wires adorned the top of its head. It sniffed and hiccupped, blinking up at Ratchet as fat tears rolled down its pudgy cheeks.

The old medic's body acted before his processor could, scooping up the pod and sitting back on his haunches. Oh. Oh Primus they were so new. How had they gotten here? Where was their Carrier? Their Sire? Surely such a small, fragile new life hadn't been so carelessly abandoned, not when it had been so long since Cybertron had gone dark. He nosed the hatchling, trying to catch the scent of their family unit, but found nothing aside from the smell of the Energon-infused water and the faintest hint of smoke and wet fur.

He bared his teeth as rage bubbled up in his tanks. Even an orphan would still carry the scent of their lost parent, but this young one bared no such indicator. They must have been cast out as soon as they came out of the gestation tank.

Ratchet let a rumbling purr come out of his throat, his glossa flicking out to gently groom the hatchling, washing away the cold water. He could already feel the desire to care for the hatchling take over his processor and spark. Well, this young one wouldn't be unwanted any longer. They would come under Autobot care.

Under his care.

"You're coming home with me, little star." he said softly, the prismatic light of the room bouncing off his armoured scales, "I'll call you... Y/N."

[catwitching]

Top 5 frogs?

5. The Surinam toad*

*not actually a toad

Flat fuck Friday contender. Their babies incubate in their backs until they pop out in a sort of reverse Alien situation. Don't google that if you have trypophobia.

4. Desert rain frog

Everyone knows these frogs. Basically a grape with legs.

3. The growling grass frog

Native to Australia! My frog neighbours. I believe these frogs should get to vote, at least in council elections. Their call really does sound like a growl.

2. Surinam horned frog

A big frog with a big mouth. Also, look at those horns! Those eyes! This is an alien and I love it.

African bullfrog

LARGE. Funky back texture. Nice green colour. You may have seen that video of them battling - very powerful and VERY goofy. 10/10 frog.

Honourable mention: Purple frog

HELLO??????

Barely a frog. This is wet beast 101. They are purple I will give them that at least.