#Twig Mantis

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Mantises at the insectarium, we got some new species in!

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⠀⠀ ⠀ 𐚁ྀ I WANNA DRINK UNTIL I ACHE ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ sukuna ⋆ geto ⋆ nanami ⋆ toji ⋆ shiu

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明示的 ⌇ nsfw. fem!reader. doggystyle & breast groping. missionary & finger sucking. pronebone & bondage. multiple orgasms. leap frog & mirror fücking. full nelson & overstimulation. man handling. ( wc. 2k )

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⍟ RYŌMEN SUKUNA ◞ ───── missionary & finger sucking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" f— fuckkk , just like that , baby. " his strained and husked tone had chills radiating down your spine , back arching off the memory foam mattress he was currently pounding you into. your legs were firmly wrapped around his waist , limbs growing loose at any given moment he curled his hips and bucked right in that oh-so sweet spot of yours he knew all too well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your walls clenched around his pulsating girth like a pray mantis to her lovers head. the sensation was eradicating. you could feel every inch of him , figuratively and literally , the man likewise. all he could simply do with each thrust he slammed against your thighs , was utter the same phrase over and over again ; " ya feel s'fuckin' good , love. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀each hip snap. each contorted breath. each sweat bead that trickled down sukuna’s ever so toned body , it all led up to him hovering over you. two of his digits were shoved into your mouth , your plump lips lining the base of them as your sopping juices coated your throat. he wanted you to taste yourself. to see just how addicting you could be , that it drove him mad. it didn’t help that you were sustaining gags from the length of his thick fingers , every movement he made causing his fingertips to brush against the back of your neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the pads of his fingers put pressure on your tongue , your eyes that were already seeing the white tunnel rolling back even further whilst you arched your back towards his chest. succumbing to his touch was one thing , but melting into nothing but an erotic whining mess was another. it only fueled the man’s already enlarged ego even more. he loved watching how you took every centimeter of him in that tight cunt of yours. how you smothered him in your essences from both ends. it was all so euphoric for sukuna.

⍟ SUGURU GETŌ ◞ ───── doggystyle & breast grōping.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀everyone knows that phrase ; face down , ass up. well , you’d be the embodiment of said phrase with how suguru was arching your back , almost snapping like a twig. each buck against your ass had pin needles decorating your smooth skin. it sent you overboard , jaw entirely unhinged with nothing but raw sounds of genuine ecstasy traveling out.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his sleek , yet tender fingers kneaded the flesh of your breasts , hiccups itching after every ragged breath you took. the solidity of your nipples only edged suguru to fondle them more , the thick of your lashes fluttering with ease. the way his skilled digits massaged your flesh felt like you were riding through the clouds , weaving into the sensation of his leaking tip prodding at the entrance of your womb.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how he filled you up entirely was brain-numbing. stomach-churning. gut-wrenching , even. the veins that traveled along his base rubbed you off perfectly , whines and cries of mercy interlocking with the jaw dropping moans that radiated from your mouth. " ya like being touched like this , huh? how adorable , " his words were leering , the gears in your head turning with each vowel that was stated.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his hot breath fanned your neck like a scorching summer evening , the sweat coaxing your skin only worsening the endurance as you bared his warmth. whilst he continued to ravage your body as if his life depended on it , all you could simply do was enjoy every last second of it. your mind grew cold and body fell numb to his touch , whimpers following behind each melancholy grasp he made against your flesh. it was rough yet so endearing simultaneously , it drove you crazy.

⍟ TOJI FUSHIGURO ◞ ───── leap frog & mirror fücking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it never occurred to you how undeniably hot you looked while being folded clean over , and pounded into from behind. how distinct your own back-arch was. the sight was alluding , your droopy eyes getting lost in the reflection of toji abusing every aspect of your pleading , yet dripping cunt. you could visibly see the hand prints he engraved along the layers of raw flesh on your ass , his fingertips dancing along them and sending stinging sensations to shoot all down your spine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his thighs clapping against your own not only sent your body jolting with every thrust , but had your mouth unable to stay closed. it’d fall open ajar with vaguely inaudible noises spilling out all over the place. the air was thick , moisture polluting it from the mixture of body movement and his ragged voice alluring you with each remark he made about your state of mind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " how cute , ya can’t even watch yourself properly , " he’d mock with a trailing ass slap following shortly behind. you were incapable of even murmuring out a cry , grumbles and babbles being the only sufficient way you could respond to his dick opening you up wider than a balloon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the pillow that soaked up the remains of your bodily fluids rested diligently beneath your chin , arms folded across with a merciless grip teething at the seams. it was the most untainted thing in the room , your body falling victim to toji and his belligerent ways of making every crevice of your being contort into unsustainable pleasure.

⍟ SHIU KONG ◞ ───── full nelson & overstimulation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your legs ached more than ever , toes stuck in a prolonged curled position from the state of your body. your own hands were delving into the flesh of your thighs whilst your upper body was squished together like a pretzel. despite shiu’s hands holding your neck in place , the aggression that laced into each thrust he gave caused not only your head to thrash around , but your eyes to flutter vigorously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’d beg him to slow down , to tone his aggression , yet the euphoria that tediously crept up your spine only dispersed through the pumping veins of your aching body with each thrust he made. your mind felt like jello ; leaking all over the place after being left out in the beating summer heat , especially with the way your skin stuck together from the intense sweat layers that coated all over. all you could hear was a ringing sound in your ear that lowered at any given moment he muttered those endearing , yet vile words in your ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " c’mon , love , cover me in your juices. i want to endure every last bit of you. " it was disgusting ; any sane person would think , though you couldn’t help but feel your insides knot together like some sort of ballon animal. you couldn’t respond back , a some-what haze of ecstasy eating away at the remains of your brain. or , what left you could use of it from the rest succumbing to his wrath.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in comparison , you felt as if you were a sort of sex doll. being so lost out of your mind , you just accepted it and allowed shiu to slide his girthy erection through your slick folds after every orgasm that leaked out of you. it didn’t matter if it were five , or fifteen , you lost count after the first three. and , to be frank , you couldn’t perceive time with how nothing but pure babbles mumbled through your parted lips.

⍟ KENTO NANAMI ◞ ───── pronebone & bondage.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀typically , being restrained in any form , or way , would give you anxiety. it’d make you feel as if your chest was caving it whilst the walls crumbled down all around you. like if you were to try and break free , it’d be the last thing you do. the last sufficient breath your body would be able to take. that feeling haunted your dreams , lingering in the shadows like some monster.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though , with kento , it was like you were suffocated by not only his intense love and admiration for you. but was overwhelmed by his affection that the thought of him binding your limbs together sent a sort of friction between your legs. just the image of him using his tie to hold you in place as he rammed his thick erection down your throat was a worldly experience.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however , it wasn’t as obscene as kento doing exactly as you wished while having you sprawled out , face down on the cloud-foam mattress you two shared. the purple cylinder pillow that completed your bedset was shoved beneath your abdomen , positioning your ass at an angle just perfectly for him to hit all of your sensitive sweet spots and have you drooling profusely all over the duvet covers. your forearms were tied firmly behind your back as he used it to guide his thrusts. it was nerve-racking in the beginning but ultimately succumbed to the pleasure of his nails delving into the raw flesh of your ass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his dick stretched you out like no man before. you weren’t even sure you’d be able to take all of it at first , yet his soothing words of affirmation had chills spiraling down your back as your eyes rolled further with every inch he slid through your sopping folds. " jus' like that darlin' , you’re doing so well for me , " his gentle , caring tone assured you that he’d treat you well. and , that’s exactly what he did. the pleasure was overpowering your fear by the time he began the second round , your body in for a night of nothing but genuine rapture.

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[bellalaufeyson69]

Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

Wc ♡ 3.5k

Masterlist ♡

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

[dyssonant-skyline]

Ok, personally? Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench's designs would have been AMAZING If Katie Had more bug elements/anatomy to her and Tom's body shape wasn't one of a twig, like Inverted triangle or trapezoid, also could amke an interesting dynamic of "woman who uses a man bigger than her like a doormat" given what we got from them in the pilot (also being anon again on this one lol)

I think I could manage that!!

I actually really enjoy Katie Killjoy's vibe! I agree on more bug features but I think I overcomplicated her here. Oh well. I've heard she is supposed to be a mantis, but I always think stickbug when I see her because of the arm placement... but viv does that arm placement for all bugs so... Also love the cracking noises!

I don't think I did Tom well? I could have pushed the proportions more. I do like Tom's design concept a lot as well, its why I didn't really change much. tbh I probably should have done this as a non screenshot redraw. I find it difficult to revise body proportions in redraws since I can make them 5-6 times bigger and then that just looks like a normal guy, not a guy with broad shoulders.

[onenicebugperday]

@eyejuice submitted: A very cute little mantis who visited me - SE Queensland, Australia

This is a twig :)

(Australian stick mantis)

[crevicedwelling]

What are your mantis-finding ways? I've been looking for them a bit every day for 2 weeks!

walk around in a field and look at every single leaf and twig. sunny days & lots of flowers nearby help.

here, try this one for practice! it’s a male Stagmomantis carolina, if it helps

[ingek73]

Comedy wildlife photography awards 2024 – in pictures

Loved-up brown bears and whispering raccoons feature in this light-hearted look at a selection of finalists from the Nikon Comedy Wildlife awards. A winner will be announced on 10 December

Matt Fidler

Thu 26 Sept 2024 08.00 BST

Hello world

Black hole with ant peering through autumn leaf

In a dark forest in Maashorst in the Netherlands last autumn, a happy red ant looks down at us. I like the tones of the autumn leaf. So warm. The ant was fast, but with a little help of a flashlight I was able to freeze the motion

Photograph: Alex Pansier

Mantis flamenca

Mantis mediterranea holding arms up in a comedic pose

On my way back in the car from a photo walk around a marsh near my town (Onda in Spain), I braked suddenly. This was when I first saw my friend, the Flemish mantis. You can imagine the faces inside the passing vehicles, seeing a car with its indicators on, the door open, and a madman lying on the ground with his camera

Photograph: Jose Miguel Gallego Molina

The speed skater

A Steller’s sea eagle skating on ice

A Steller’s sea eagle in drifting sea ice off the coast of Rausu, Hokkaido, Japan

Photograph: Mark Meth-Cohn

In love

Bears hugging in a lake

After the meeting ... comes the best hug. Bears in Sitka, Alaska

Photograph: Andrea Rosado

Smooching owlets

Three spotted owlets on a branch

It was truly a funny sight to see two spotted owlets (in Gurgaon, India) trying to get some privacy as their offspring stood next to them with a grin and closed eyes

Photograph: Sarthak Ranganadhan

I’ll tell you a secret

Three racoons in a tree

A tiny raccoon whispers into her mother’s ear in Germany

Photograph: Jan Piecha

Easy fellas – Hajime

Three polar bears on ice with the one in the middle standing

Hajime is the term used by the referee in Judo to invite opponents to start fighting. Here, the standing polar bear appears to adopt the gesture to prepare the other bears to fight (Arctic wildlife refuge, Alaska)

Photograph: Philippe Ricordel

Hide and seek

Cheetah hiding behind a tree with a Topi in the background

We were on safari in Kenya and saw this beautiful female cheetah looking for a mate. A group of topi were also keeping a close eye her as she left messages for a potential partner on various trees. This shot makes me think the cheetah is about to shout: ‘Ready or not, here I come!’

Photograph: Leslie Mcleod

The contemplative chimpanzee

Chimpanzee scratches his chin in jungle

This was shot in the jungles of Uganda when following a group of about 50 chimpanzees. They were clearly thinking how close chimpanzees are to humans

Photograph: Arvind Mohandas

Mafia boss

Flying squirrel in a tree sucking on small twig

This flying squirrel in Hokkaido, Japan, looked as if he was sucking a cigar, like a mafia boss

Photograph: Takashi Kubo

All via (& a few more)

[morbidsmenagerie]

Popa spurca at PDXinsectarium

[themculibrary]

Baby Groot/Groot Masterlist

A Good Team (ao3) - FormlessVoidbeast groot/rocket M, 2k

Summary: Rocket and Groot make a good team, and Groot isn't going to let a little thing like completely incompatible biology prevent them from taking very good care of each other.

always, really and forever (ao3) - Cyndi M, 26k

Summary: Friendship is the most understated form of love.

Groot’s quest to understand love goes awry when Rocket ends up in the hospital because of his out-of-control drinking. Without his social crutch around, Groot suddenly finds himself having to prove his competence again and again.

A Short List of Relevant Skills and Abilities (ao3) - ignipes T, 2k

Summary: They're very good at a lot of things, but none of those things are very good.

family (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 10k

Summary: When Rocket tries to enroll Groot into a prestigious preschool, he discovers the people in charge there don’t have Groot’s best interests in mind. When they forcibly remove Groot from the only family that he’s ever known, Rocket will stop at nothing in order to get him back.

But time is of the essence: If Rocket fails to prove that Groot should be reunited with his family and that Rocket should be given full parental rights and allowed to formally adopt Groot as his son, they might never see Groot ever again.

Found Family (ao3) - fabrega G, 2k

Summary: "Where did it come from?"

"I am Groot," Groot declares.

"Who would just hand you a baby?!"

Freedom Day (ao3) - Cyndi groot/rocket T, 35k

Summary: Groot and Rocket are friends who have each others' backs and take care of each other no matter what. Now what are they celebrating and why are they celebrating? (Autistic!Groot)

good night (ao3) - HippieGeekGirl G, 376

Summary: Groot can’t sleep, and Rocket needs a little comfort.

Grow, Grow, Grow (ao3) - Eclectic_Goddess G, 715

Summary: Self-realization should be a shocking thing. Instead, it comes slowly and steadily. With each bud, each new leaf, each new bit of growth brings more with it, until…

Groot.

Growing Up Groot (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 6k

Summary: After The Battle of Xandar, Rocket mourns the loss of the only person in the galaxy that has ever cared about him. In a tribute, Rocket plants some twigs that came from his friend’s body to keep as a memory of their friendship. Little does Rocket know, that he will gain a new friend.

I Can Fix This (ao3) - laylabinx T, 6k

Summary: "I can fix this, Quill; just you watch. I can fix this. We'll be out of here in no time." Rocket rambles because he's afraid if he doesn't, he'll suddenly realize how totally and utterly screwed they are.

i’ll be there for you (ao3) - Izzyaro (Isilarma) T, 2k

Summary: If Rocket has faith in anything, it’s that Groot will never let him down.

name game (ao3) - SPARROWFOOT N/R, 6k

Summary: Peter, Drax, Mantis, Groot, Nebula, and Rocket. A bunch’a jackasses sitting in a circle. The core Guardians of the Galaxy, sans Gamora, and — yeah, that will never not sting. So it’s probably for the best that they find their own path, but Peter’s always found it hard to let go of the past. The Guardians will live on, and they will always be family, but they’ll never be this group, in this time, ever again.

“Alright, alright,” Rocket says, with a half-assed attempt at his usual swagger. “Here’s how this is gonna work. We’re gonna, one at a time, name a raccoon baby.” He reaches into the box, pulling one away from the pack. Its little paws knead at the air, trying to find a surface. “Then we’re gonna tag it. Then they’re gonna get to run free ‘round Knowhere until they’ve grown enough to go home.”

Before the Guardians formally disband, Rocket asks one last thing of them all.

of groots and death buttons (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 4k

Summary: Groot is a fast learner. However, when it comes to a certain weapon that Rocket taught Groot how to build for himself, it is Rocket’s responsibility to teach Groot how to handle said weapon as to not put others at risk of death or bodily harm.

The Care and Feeding of a Baby Groot (ao3) - JenTheSweetie T, 1k

Summary: If Rocket wanted to babysit a stick in a pot, that was his business.

We Are (ao3) - Psilent (HereThereBeFic) N/R, 1k

Summary: “I hope you don't mind that I come here. I... appreciate your company. And the quiet.”

(For a prompt on the Guardians of the Galaxy livejournal kink meme: Five (or four) times Groot comforted one of the Guardians and one time they comforted him.)

you’re still young, that’s your fault. (ao3) - DigitalMeowMix T, 3k

Summary: Trying to raise your best friend after he’s turned into a child is hard work. This is definitely not what Rocket signed up for. He just wants his damn partner back.

Scenes from an unconventional parenthood

[basaltbutch]

You mentioned that you've pulled counts spiders out of your hair. Any highlights? Any tips for spider removed technique?

yeah bc i insist on having long and curly hair despite being an outdoor worker so shit's always getting in my hair, especially during any overnight trips where im sleeping outdoors. usually its leaves/twigs/moss/bits of desert but living things also often wind up in there!! having long hair is an excellent shield against mosquitoes and biting flies so those end up in there the most often + it makes it really easy to kill them.

as for highlights, jumping spiders are always a pleasant treat to find, and ive had one or two really big wolf spiders. last trail i worked on i had a snakefly with really pretty iridescent wings! top one ever has been a european praying mantis, i love those guys a lot and it was funny to look over and see one chilling in my hair.

as for spider hair removal—or handling in general—something to keep in mind is that we are many magnitudes bigger than spiders—our bodies are whole landscapes compared to theirs, and imagine if the mountains started moving to pick you up or swat at you. you really want to go slow and methodical with any small critter, with no sudden movements. if they're tangled in my hair i like to use one hand to cup them gently & prevent them from jumping or skittering off and making things worse, and then another to untangle them.

[sebastienblommephotography]

La reine des mikados 📷 @sebastien_blomme 🇫🇷 C'est assez contre intuitif, mais plus les mantes religieuses sont petites, plus je trouve ça facile de les repérer 😅 Je pense qu'il y'a déjà l'effet du nombre, qui malheureusement diminue au fur et à mesure de la saison et des prédations. Mais elles ont aussi tendance à être beaucoup plus mobiles à cette taille et du coup, c'est plus facile de repérer leur déplacement. Je dis ça, mais celle ci est restée immobile du moment où je l'ai vue jusqu'au coucher du soleil, même lorsque j'ai écarté quelques brindilles pour prendre cette image. 🇬🇧 It's quite counter intuitive, but the smaller the praying mantis, the easier I find it to find them 😅 I think this is already the effect of the number, which unfortunately decreases as the season progresses and the predations occurs. But they also tend to be much more mobile at this size, so it's easier to spot their movement. I say this, but this one stayed still from the moment I saw it until sunset, even when I pushed aside a few twigs to take this picture. https://ift.tt/CXDJdpq

[quixlebug]

My friend... A gift for you...... mantis pickchur

OH WHAT A DARLING!! look at those grabbers... aaa the fade from green to yellow to little burnt-charcoal claws is so pretty they remind me of my childhood pet Marty... he looked almost exactly like this one except he was twig brown. I kept him in a little terrarium and fed him houseflies (for about a week, then he was returned to the wild safe and sound)

[millenniumchibo]

I know it’s fun to watch this desperate façade shake at the slightest needling, but the bastard’s been through enough: leave him be for a minute.

So, so! Chibo! My favorite queer fuck! Thoughts on stick bugs, like- the little green dudes that blend in with green twigs and look kinda like a praying mantis’ dweeb baby cousin? I just think they’re neat :)

STICK BUGS ARE SICK MAN

[littlepawz]

I am once again blown away by Mother Nature. I just spent a few minutes looking for insects among the leaves on this hand before realizing that they are ALL insects. Scientists suggest the insects began to mimic the appearance of leaves, flowers, and twigs thanks to random genetic mutations and it has allowed them to hide away in vegetation to escape predators for millions of years. 

(Were you able to find Oakleaf Butterfly, Orchid Mantis, Stick Insect and 2 Leaf Insects in the above photo?)