#WEEBIL!!!!!!!

[skydarcyedwards]

Australia's smallest bird: the weebill!

Smicrornis brevirostris, which means small bird (Greek) short beak (Latin).

You'll never guess how it got its common name.

[normaltothemax]

@notbatboy from here

It was Damian's dumb decision to come to NYC for some secret mission, leaving him alone in case of a threat. Damian saw no problem in this but one thing lead to another and he was currently hiding from a barrage of attacks from a threat that he had no intel on. Even with his training, taking on this many guys at once in an unfamiliar battleground was gave him a very slim chance of winning. He wasn't alone, though. Another hero was with him, one he had heard plenty about (word does spread- even to the decrypted depths of Gotham). So right now they were both under attack. Grand.

"You got anything you'd like to do, Spider-boy? Or am I supposed to get us out of this?"

Miles heaved out a weary sigh. Why did everyone have to take a dig at the name? Spider-Kid, Spider-Boy, never Spider-Man. It was infuriating! Humiliating! The sheer lack of respect people showed him, just because he wasn't as old as Peter. He didn't bother correcting the other hero, though, deciding he would just purposely mess up his name right back.

"Well excuse me, Weebill." Take that! "I apologize for thinking it would be a good idea to come up with a plan, instead of just trying to bulldoze through all those guys." Considering he'd already been grazed by a bullet, he was hoping to avoid ending the night with more holes in his body than he'd started out with. "I think this one calls for a strategic retreat," he eventually huffed. As much as he hated the idea, he just didn't see another way they could get out of this in one piece. Even just getting away unharmed would practically be a miracle. "There's too many of them. We get out of dodge, regroup, and come back with a real plan." He scratched at the back of his head, mind racing with various strategies they could use. "I can use my camouflage, sneak around behind the guys closest to us and cause a distraction so you can get out. I'll catch up with you afterwards."

[transgenderprototype]

@floatingacrosstheriverstyx

[stilettomafiosas]

my weebil girls

[notahorseindisguise]

need him (bamboo weebil)

[weevilsdaily]

weebil

shneebil

[touhouweed]

little green weebil on my boyfriends leg

[madame-mongoose]

I'm a weebil not anm.ant but can we be. bbfs (Bug Best Friends) ?

yes only because you look very polite!!

[cordycepsbian]

weebil

[publicdomainbooksdevotee]

What is the use of this beak, this snout, this caricature of a nose? Where did the insect find the model for it? Nowhere. The Weevil invented it and retains the monopoly. Outside his family, no Beetle indulges in these nasal eccentricities. Observe also the smallness of the head, a bulb that hardly swells beyond the base of the snout. What can it have inside? A very poor nervous equipment, the sign of exceedingly limited instincts. Before seeing them at work, we have a poor opinion of the intelligence of these microcephalics; we class them among the obtuse, among creatures deprived of industry. These surmises will not be greatly belied. Though the Weevil be but little glorified by his talents, this is no reason for despising him. As we learn from the lacustrian schists, he was in the van of the insects with the armoured wing-cases; he was long stages ahead of those which were working out new forms within the limits of the possible. He speaks to us of primitive shapes, sometimes so quaint; he is in his own little world what the bird with the toothed mandibles and the saurian with the horned eyebrows are in a higher world. --The Life of the Weevil, Jean-Henri Fabre

Snff .. . S hniff . .. auahh... Sob s .. sNFF.. SNIFFL... AAheeMM.... SSNRRFF.... .. AHEEM HE EMM WHIMPER

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Top ten species of bird?

parakeet

nightjar

pigeon

Weebill

ocellated turkey

planet weaver

cassowary

stork

emu

water ouzel

[mantisgodsaus]

hunt and weebil vi

(for this ask game)

HUNT: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

Physically, or metaphorically?

Wereweevil Vi is pretty much always being haunted by her past mistakes - we mean, she wouldn't have left the hive without a good chunk of those dogging her tail. She's had some shit going on. Though The Hive aren't really actively searching for her, most of the factions that she's been involved with are either passively or actively searching.

After [REDACTED] and her flight from the lost sands, Astotheles' Bandits would be very interested in anyone who could track her down - though she's been fairly good at avoiding them, they'd still be VERY invested in finding her given the chance. For related reasons, there are half a dozen factions of bandits not associated with Astotheles who would be very invested in catching her (generally for less than charitable reasons).

Beyond that, after - well, you know the incident, a lot of her former associates would love to find her and question her on the unfortunate events that happened in the Far Swamplands to wipe out her entire crew save for her - which is recent enough to still have an active hunt out the second they catch wind that she's even still alive.

The entire setup of her situation means she can't really relax, regardless of how much she might want to. There's the whole Wereweevil Thing going on that means that relaxing too much is viable to get people hurt or killed if she lets her guard down or has a lapse of attention, and letting people get too close is just asking for trouble - regardless of how much it's likely to bring her to harm. If she slips up, people get hurt. That's just how it is. Despite it, she still can't help but lean in to anyone giving her the attention she so dearly needs.

[mel-smeld]

Weebil. Billbug even.

[mossy-green-aka-ferrythem]

the best creatures there is.

these bewitching young men are on your dashboard

[montrosepretty]

Weebil

[patchdotexe]

hi i love my friends. i have not talked to most of my friends lately but I Love My Friends sorry that i became a pancake but yall're still in my thoughts. crawling all over em like weebils