#baby deer... little bug...

[cherryinterlude]

oh boots conley, how i love you so. naive, docile, submissive, defenseless, weak, vulnerable, foolish, in constant need of saving by his older, much wiser brother, whose every command is obeyed by boots.

he's a prey animal, a lost puppy... a loser. but he's my loser <3

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, FINALE

Background: The future heir of Hell is on the way! Alastor has his doubts about being a good father and Lucifer is losing his mind.

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(Y/N) Morningstar is due any day now!

That dreaded due date was getting closer and closer and honestly, Alastor didn't know how to handle it.

Of course, he was happy when he found out that his beloved was pregnant. From what he knew, sinners couldn't reproduce! But from a brief (while crying) explanation from Lucifer, (Y/N) is extremely fertile and this could continue happening or just be a one time thing.

Honestly, it broke Alastor seeing her miserable. Her swollen hoofs, going days without sleep because of their spawn kicking up a storm, and not to mention the crying. It didn't bother him that she became much needier, as he was happy to give her all the hoof rubs and cravings she desired.

Alastor felt bad because he hears her confide in Charlie, "honestly, I'm not sure I want to do this again. It feels like my body doesn't belong to me."

He's heard that some pregnant women feel that way, but the way her voice broke when she said it.

He'd never touch her again if she asked.

"Need anything, mon cher?" Alastor asked as she waddled to the bathroom.

"No, but thank you," She smiled. He had been so attentive and it made this pregnancy a bit more enjoyable.

(Y/N) hated herself. Not because she hated their child, no, but because she hated how she felt. She hated that she wasn't enjoying her pregnancy like so many other mothers, and hated how she felt like a prisoner in her own body.

But today: she'd be free.

"ALASTOR!"

A scream awoke the half asleep Radio Demon and he instantly appeared by her side, "what happened?! Are you okay?!"

"I think my water broke last nigh-ah! I'm having contractions!"

The baby was coming.

THE FUCKING BABY WAS COMING.

He instantly got them to the hospital, all while waking up the entire hotel. Vaggie shook Charlie awake, Husker threw a bottle at Angel Dust, and Niffty was frantically killing any bug she saw.

"MY BABY! WHERE'S MY LITTLE PUMPKIN?!"

Lucifer was panicking more than Alastor.

"Oh, my sweet pumpkin!" Lucifer ran to her side as she groaned at the contractions, her horns peaking in and out every time pain lashed through her body.

"Dad, it hurts."

"Where are the scrubs?! I need-!"

"Dad, isn't it the father who's supposed to get scrubs?" Charlie questioned nervously.

"But my baby needs me!"

"What I need is everyone to get the fuck out!" (Y/N) screamed, completely overwhelmed by all of it. Charlie dragged their dad out of the room, and Alastor stayed.

"I'm sorry," She began to cry, feeling horrible about yelling at him.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my sweet girl," His radio voice broke momentarily as he held her hand, "all this pain will be over and we can finally hold our child."

"I already feel like such a bad mom," She cried, "I'm supposed to love being pregnant, but I fucking hate it."

His heart ached for his sweet love. She was in constant pain but hated herself for it.

"I'd never lay another hand on you if it meant you'd never feel like this again," He confessed.

"I'll cut off anyone's hands who touch you."

She smiled at that, "I think. . .I think I'm done after this little one. Definitely need to find out if I can stop being so fertile."

But just as things were calming down, her hand tightened his, and another wave of contractions came. It continued like this for an hour, and with a few more pushes, their child was born.

And even though Lucifer tried breaking into the room, he kept away for a little while longer.

"It's a girl?" Alastor asked.

"Yes. Congratulations!"

"Oh, she's so precious," (Y/N) looked at their daughter, now resting in her arms. She had two small deer horns poking out of her soft head, a ruffle of red hair to go along with it.

"I will give you all the demon meat you desire," Alastor felt satisfied when he looked at his daughter, and felt a pang of happiness within him.

"I think I know what her name is, Alastor," she had been snooping around and found a name from his past, which would make her future husband all the more joyful.

"And what's that, my dear?"

"Manon," His smile faltered.

It was his mother's name.

He looked upon his daughter as she handed him over, her eyes opening to see the Radio Demon - her father.

"It's perfect," He smiled.

"Manon Morningstar."

When Alastor looked at her, all his doubts faded. He remembered how his mother doted on him, loving him and always being his number one supporter and just new that he would do the same for her.

"Can we come in?" Charlie asked carefully with Lucifer peaking in.

(Y/N) nodded and in came Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer. Lucifer held two giant bouquets of roses, setting them on a table.

"Oh, she's adorable!" Charlie grinned.

"Would you like to hold her?" (Y/N) asked, and her sister happily accepted. The small demon wasn't fussy about being in her arms, just staring with curious eyes.

"Vaggie?"

Her eyes widened, "oh? Me? Uh, I mean, I don't know, I've never-"

"You'll be fine," before she could contest any further, Vaggie was holding Manon. Manon babbled at her, spit dribbling from her mouth as her hand reached up and pulled her hair.

"Okay! My turn!" Lucifer snatched his granddaughter away, staring at the baby with a happy-go-lucky smile.

"Oh you're so precious! I think you'll love duck's! In fact, it's your first toy," He squeaked a small rubber duck with wings in her face, and she began to cry.

"No, no, no, no! Please don't hate me! I love you!"

"I think mommy needs some rest, and Manon is hungry," Alastor scooped back his daughter, and Vaggie dragged Lucifer out as he cried over the fact that he is convinced his granddaughter hates him.

"She's perfect," (Y/N) sighed as she begun to feed upon her, and Alastor gave them both a kiss on their foreheads.

"You're perfect."

[rafeysbambii]

hypnosis : s2!rafe has to handle some guys that were talking down on his bambi.

warnings : lots of cursing, rafe beats a group of guys up, a little nsfw at the end (not a lot but soon!)

story type : fic / drabble !

a/n : i’ve reached 280 followers! this is so mind blowing to me, thank you all so much for all of the support! i’m so glad you guys are enjoying these! i love you all so very much! and also, bambi calling rafe ‘my hunter’ is canon and i won’t be told otherwise.🤍

(you get it cause she’s the deer and he’s the hunter.. yeah.)

rafe loved bambi, but of course he wouldn’t admit it (even though it’s painfully obvious) out loud to anyone besides her. and that ladies and gentlemen is the reason why he spoils to the fuck out of her, new shoes, new clothes, trips to the zoo to see her weird looking animals, and even getting her little beetle car wrapped in a pretty light brown per her mention.

and he’d be damned if anyone were to disrespect him or his girl.

well today was like any other friday for the almost couple, bambi has driven to the country club to meet rafe so she could watch him play some rounds of golf - or mostly for the free drinks and watching his muscles flex with each swing.. but who’s business other than hers is that?

and also like usual, rafe had some work to do and ordered bambi to meet him at the country club, get a little flute of champagne to keep herself occupied, and just kick back and wait for him to arrive.

and she would’ve done just that…

if she didn’t hear a group of guys laughing obnoxiously at her and rafe’s table. but here’s the kick, she heard rafe’s name flow so effortlessly out of their mouths. “ — right, man i’m telling you, she’s hot as fuck, rafe is a lucky man but shit is she making him soft.. i mean i asked him if he could grab me some stardust, and you know what he told me?”

“he told me ‘i don’t do that shit anymore, don’t want my bambi getting involved with that.’ he’s pussy whipped!” she had heard about ‘stardust’, but of course rafe had told her ‘not to worry her pretty little head about it’, “man that pussy must be magical, cause you can’t catch me quitin that shit for a quiet bitch. he needs to go back to fuckin’ the girls with the big tits and never gave a fuck!”

that’s what really set bambi off, what made the tears flow from her big bug eyes, what made her run out of the country club and into her small car, and before she can even start it up, she’s violently sobbing into her hands to the lowered sound of ‘Picture you’ by Chappell Roan (queen mama.)

yet even with her favorite music artist playing in the back, she can’t help but tune it out on her drive all the way back to her home in tanneyhill, just a few blocks down from rafes house where he’s probably still finishing up his work, but she can’t help but not pay attention to it - or the fact that he’ll probably blow up her phone within seconds of arriving at the country club.

and her prediction was right, once she’s already rushed into her house, took off her cute checkered dress, white sweater and uggs that rafe had bought her, her phone was blowing up with messages from rafe, but she knew his friends were right, she’s soft… she’s holding rafe back, and now she knows.

from ; my hunter🤍

i’m here baby.

i ordered you that red drink with the cherry and red shit.

don’t remember what it’s called lmfao.

where are you?

???

hello?

bambi?

where are you bambi?

seen just now

she watches with ease as the texts bombard her phone, yet she clicks the electronic closed, leaving rafe worried that something had happened to her on the drive to the country club. but she doesn’t really care, she wants to be left in her solitude with her tears.

bambi is sleeping peacefully when shes suddenly awoken by a warm pair of hands rubbing at her back, but she doesn’t move an inch - who the hell is inside of her house? “bambi? there you are kid,” oh, she recognizes the voice — it’s her favorite if she’s gonna be honest, rafe.

“hm..” she hums softly, “where the hell have you been bambi? was waitin’ for you.” he slides into the bed, even after she shrugs her shoulders “what’s goin’ on with you bambi?” - she doesn’t have an answer for him, which makes her feel sick to her stomach — she wants to tell him, she really does, but she just can’t find the words.

“i’m not good enough for you… i-im…” that sentence alone makes rafes heart quiver, “what the — the hell are you talkin’ about bambi? why the fuck are you sayin’ that shit?” he grabs her chin, forcing her eyes on his blues - and he feels absolutely defeated when he sees the red, puffy doe eyes that add to her features.

“i heard some boys at the country club talking… t-the guys you play golf with that one night…” rafe already knew where this was going, and he wasn’t happy about it.

at all.

“and they said that i made you soft… and that my pussy must be magical and that’s the only reason you’re with me…” his heart shatters into a zillion little pieces when the words leave her words, how could anyone ever say that about her? someone so sweet, and caring? “that’s… that’s not true baby, you know that.”

“i don’t rafe… they’re right — im not like the girls you’ve had before, they’re more..confident, a-and pretty. i’m just… me.” rafe is holding every physical bone in his body not to storm over to the country club and beat them all to a pulp. “listen to me bambi.” he takes her face in his hands, his signet ring cold against her skin - but she doesn’t seem to care when he’s looking at her like she’s the only girl in his eyes (she is.)

“you’re everything i want honey, i never would’ve talked to you if i didn’t think you were interesting, i love you, you. not any of the other girls before you. you’re perfect bambi, and i won’t let anyone tell you otherwise. and yeah, they’re right — that pussy is magical.”

“rafey! don’t say it like that!” she slaps his chest as they both laugh together - peace, they’re at peace. “wait…” she pauses, looking up at rafe once he pulls her into his lap, “you… you love me?” rafe simply looks up at her, leaning forward to kiss at her neck softly, “yeah bambi, i love you.”

“so does that mean… i’m your girlfriend?” rafe is confused for a minute, “i thought we were already dating bambi.”

a beat of silence rains over the two.

“you never asked me rafey! how was i supposed to know!” her well manicured nails, courtesy of rafe - scratching at the back of his head, she loves rafe, a lot.. and up until this moment, she was completely under the impression that they weren’t in a relationship..

although they do, do a lot of couple things… like rafe decorating the passenger seat of his truck to bambi’s liking, or — or whenever she’s cramping, he brings her a strawberry milkshake from the shady diner in the cut that he absolutely hates going to, but for his bambi - he’ll walk to hell and back if she asked.

so… maybe she did kinda know.. but that’s not the point!

“fine then bambi, will you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and be my girl?” for a moment, there’s a beat of silence between the two, before bambi is suddenly crying. “shit baby - didn’t mean to make ya cry angel face.” of course, he’s quick to wipe the tears and catch her lips in his, loving the feeling of her trying to catch up with him.

“yes rafey! yes i’ll be your girlfriend!” she exclaims in between wet kisses, the lock to their newfound relationship —. “good cause i wasn’t takin no for an answer.” he’s quick to lean forward, kissing her plump pink lips with an exaggerated smack “now i can kiss you as boyfriend and girlfriend, no more friendly kisses.” the both smile like innocent children as bambi curls into his side, exhausted with the days she had (she woke up, got her nails done, and then went home and took a nap before going to the country club.)

“go to sleep my bambi, i’ll be right next to you in the morning honey.” he doesn’t even realize she’s already asleep until her nose is gently twitching cutely, a small habit he picked up on over the few months - he absolutely adores it, and he adores her, and now..

it’s time to find the dicks who made his girl cry.

the country club is getting emptier and emptier by the minute as the women getting tipsy with their girlfriends, and the men chugging down beers while golfing exit to return back to their homes in tanneyhill. but rafe, is just getting started.

hes immediately identifying the group of guys who made his bambi cry - some tall, bulky and not hot guys. psshh, this would be easy for him. “sup man.” he says as he approaches the group, placing a hand on one of their shoulders in a super non threatening way. “what’s up rafe! yo pogue, get my friend a drink!” rafe stops the guy; by the name of Jordan before he can call the pogue waitress over.

“nah nah, i’m not here to drink fucker.” rafe licks over his lips, his blood practically bubbling over through his seething anger. “i’m gonna tell you this once and you’re gonna fuckin listen yeah?” rafe says, grabbing jordan by the collar and lifting him right off of his chair. “you ever fuckin talk about my bambi like that again and i’ll sew your mouth shut. she may not be crazy but i am.”

rafe drops the shaking guy right into the glossy tile grounds of the country club, flicking the rest off as he turns away — making sure to whisper a snarky remark under his breath.

and the entire ride back to bambi’s, he can’t help but grin wildly because he knows bambi doesn’t know how truly crazy he is — and how willing he is to kill anyone who crosses her without her even knowing it.

a / n : hello there! i’m sorry for taking such a long leave, i’ve been going through some stuff but this is my apology! i hope you enjoyed this, and ill be getting into more writing!

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — oh baby ! + katsuki bakugou.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, suggestive but no smut, minors dni, mentions of trying for a baby, love-sick!bakugou can’t resist your baby fever.

“if we had a baby, what would you name it?”

bakugou peers at you from over his phone, dark brows drawn together in the centre of his forehead while he frowns lightly. the pair of you are lounging about on a colder afternoon, him on his back on the couch— shirt riding up a little — and you between his legs and lying on his tummy.

“we’re not having a baby—“ he can tell by your sharp in-take of breath and the pout that ensues that he’s fucked up— quick to lock his phone with a click of the power button before grabbing the roundness of your face between his rough fingers, holding you with care. “yet. we’re not havin’ one yet.”

the smile that returns to your face is almost instantaneous— gleaming like a higher being has struck stars and galaxies into your eyes and magic into your grin. “why not?” you ask, cheekily licking katsuki’s hand now that you’ve got his attention.

“‘cause you’re my baby. don’t need’a ‘nother one to take care of while you’re around.” the blonde grimaces at the trail of saliva you leave against his palm— groaning in disgust as he wipes it on your shirt (the one that he lent you) as if he doesn’t enjoy watching you slobber all over his fingers during your nightly round in the sheets. “babies drool. you keep fuckin’ droolin’ on me. can’t deal with two people droolin’ on me—“

“would you want one? a baby?”

he’s still in the middle of complaining when you ask, your voice wistful like you’ve been daydreaming and you draw heart shapes on the patch of bakugou’s skin that’s been exposed by his tank top riding up.

“what’s gotten into you? talkin’ about babies ‘n shit…you sneakin’ off to see those todoroki triplets again?”

“it was the midoriyas this time…and i’m serious!” you swat at his chest, a little less gentle and a ripple of love shoots through katsuki at the sound of your angelic laughter. “don’t you think we’re ready, kats? i mean we’d both be great parents…”

he sits up a little, ruby red eyes narrowed into slits, head full of straw blonde hair tilted in curiosity. you can’t help but wonder what your kids would look like with a mix of your genetics. “you seriously want a kid?” bakugou says quietly, inquisitively, cautiously— scared to spook you as if you’re a deer in headlights.

you nod.

you’d want that…with him? “why?”

“‘cause i think…now would be a good time?” ringing your fingers, you toy with stray strings of your clothes and the fabric on katsuki’s, heat rushing to your face. “i mean…you’re set to take over best jeanist’s agency and my career with hawks is going great. we’re well off, married, your mom won’t stop bugging me about grand-babies—“

“don’t bring my ma into this, she don’t exactly inspire fuckin’ you so that we can make a baby—“

“— and i want to. start a family. with you…i want a family of baby katsuki’s and baby me’s running around and clambering onto you when you get home from patrol.” there’s that tone again, dreamy and excited— your face glowing with the possibilities of parenthood. “sometimes i imagine what our cosy Saturday’s would be like, little ones curled up on the couch with me while you make us breakfast. i can’t help but wonder how happy we’d be…i want a baby with you, katsuki.”

silence filters through the room, sunlight fluttering your skin and filling the room with love along with warmth as bakugou weighs up the choice. “if we’re having a baby, we’re naming it somethin’ with meaning.” he mumbled after sometime, looking away from you with a blush.

katsuki still can’t quite wrap his head around how much you love and want a future with him.

“like, katsuko? it means victorious child.” you suggest as if you’d been thinking of the name for your child the entire time.

it rolls off your tongue smoothly, like butter, similar to katsuki’s own first name— it too having a strong meaning. you’d really wanted this with him, dreamed up a whole life with your husband and future baby.

“katsuko. that’s a good one, i like that name.��� the blonde grins, sitting up fully as he tugs you into his lap with a slow and steady smile. “close to mine, no doubt the kid’ll be a winner like you.”

“so you want one, a baby. with me?” you giggle, mirroring his expression while bakugou’s rough hands slip under your shirt to squeeze at your ass, pinch at your curves— hunger brewing hotly between you both.

“yeah, now roll over. if we wanna bring katsuko into the world we gotta start baby makin’ somehow…”

“katsuki!”

[ihatemyselfhoho]

oo maybe wukong and/or macaque (seperate please) with an s/o who's from the real world and get's transported into the show somehow.

Sorry it took such a loooooong time to answer this! But let’s see if I still have my magic touch!

Macaque:

So, macaque sensed something weird with you from the start.

You were human but had an aura of something else, and it was seriously ticking him off since he couldn’t put what you are down.

So, slowly macaque wormed himself into your life, in different ways.

Cats, strangers to chat with, anything to get information out of you.

He even stalked you, he was that curious.

But still, still he couldn’t find anything! No matter how much he pried and pushed out information out of you, even if he watched in the shadows for weeks and for fucks sake even watched your friends! but still, you still didn’t give any hint! It’s almost like you knew who he was, and you even seemed to be familiar with people even if you never met them before!!-..wait-..knew who he was…-knew who people were.…huh…what in emperors name are you?

You were always tense around him, cat form, different people, he always thought you were just awkward as fuck with people, but now that he thinks of it, something in your eyes held familiarity, like you knew who he was and were stepping on eggshells, with everyone..

You walk down the street looking down at your phone with a bag of noodles in hand, lately since you’ve got here you’ve been helping around Pigsy and mk, it was the only way to secure a place to stay at without anything.

You glance down at your hands, you sigh, glancing away still not used to the literal Lego hands of this cartoon world, you felt like a baby deer in a new dangerous world, it was honestly scary.

You pass an alleyway humming softly, but then suddenly got yanked into the darkness, you yelp in shock as you drop the bag of noodles and your phone which made a crack sound when it hit against the floor.

You were pinned against the wall with a figure looming over you, you look up and held back a gasp at the sight of macaque. Macaque looked down at you with a serious expression, he quickly said getting straight to the point with a suspicious glare.

“Just who are you?”

(Might seem a little off character but it’s been a long time okay 😭)

Wukong:

Wukong didn’t even know about you at first, until his successor, mk kept talking about you, and how since you first arrived you’ve been helping him with orders and cleaning, it was nice seeing mk so relieved to have someone help him with the chore of things.

But then Mk decided to introduce you to him, once you stepped onto his mountain he immediately sensed something weird about you, you looked human, acted human, but your aura said otherwise.

Sure he was a bit suspicious of you at first, making sure to keep a good distance as he tried to look through you.

you seemed normal-sure a bit awkward but you seemed like a okay person.

It was bugging him honestly, but he smiled and introduced himself with his usual bold voice, of course you probably knew him already, but he didn’t like how you looked at him, like you knew all his secrets, his deepest feelings.

Wukong watched as mk pulled you close and shot forward with his staff, you screamed saying how mk should warn you before doing this, he watched you hold on tight to his successor.

Wukong stared for a long time-even if you guys were out of sight. His brows furrowed in suspicion and curiosity, he could sense that you were no danger, but you were something different.

“…now, who are you?”

wukong placed his hands onto his hips with a sigh. This was something for the future him to deal with , he hummed in his head as he pulled out a bag of peach chips out of nowhere.

(Again, sorry if it’s off character, it’s been a loooong time since I’ve done this.)

[radiocmyk]

Hi this is a positivity post regarding alterhuman diet dysphoria versus actual biology

(unless you already know these things)

To herbivore nonhumans who don't want to/can't do a vegan or vegetarian diet but feel dysphoric about being able to digest meat:

Herbivorous animals are not unable to digest meat.

Animal matter is actually easier for a body to process than plant matter, and herbivorous species need very complex digestive systems in order to support their lifestyles. This is why cows have four stomachs; why horses practically go into critical system failure if they get even a little bit sick. Animals that live mostly by grazing actually still do need nutrients that carnivores and omnivores get through their natural diets, which is why farming supply stores sell salt licks for animals. In the wild herbivores will quite often find ways to sneak some meat into their diets by eating bugs or small vertebrates, if you didn't already know about the fun fact of deer eating baby birds. "Obligate herbivore" meaning an animal that can ONLY physically digest plants is not a real ecological term the way "obligate carnivore" meaning animal that can ONLY physically digest meat is, though you might see it in other usages (i.e., referring to an animal that relies on a plant-based diet for all of its nutrients).

If a wild deer was given access to human society, they would probably not opt for veganism for connection with their true species; they would more likely appreciate having a way to get sodium so easily. This isn't to shame anyone who does choose a vegan/vegetarian diet for species euphoria reasons, but more to reassure folks who can't, you aren't less of an herbivore.

To carnivore nonhumans who feel dysphoric that their body can't digest raw meat like wild carnivores can:

It can!

The reason you don't want to be eating raw meat like a wolf or stoat or monitor lizard is because you will get sick or you will contract a parasite, which might sound like just a different reason to feel disconnected from your species, but here's the main two things:

1. The actuality is that wild wolves and stoats and monitor lizards DO get sick and contract parasites. This is often how wolves and stoats and monitor lizards die in the wild and why ones in captivity, being fed parasite-free meat and having illnesses treated, live longer. There are raw meats you can eat safely, you just have to know where they're sourced from and that they're guaranteed not to have risks! That's why sushi is a thing, and why people say you can technically eat raw cut (not ground) beef but not pork or chicken. Cooked meat is also often tastier and easier for the body to process (cit.: Grug et al. 780,000 BCE) so that's why humans have loved their medium-well steak since they came up with it. And 2. wild predators are "able to eat raw meat" mostly because they killed it, so it's fresh and hasn't been sitting around able to pick up bacteria, the way raw meat you get at a grocery store would have. This is why a lot of prey animals have a "play dead" defense mechanism: most predators do not want to eat something that's already dead, because it might get them sick.

If a wild owl was given access to human society, they would probably not desire only the rawest of meats for connection with their true species; they would more likely appreciate having access to food that had all the pathogens cleaned and/or scorched out of it.

[barrenclan]

PATFW: Animal Name Systems

As more non-Clan characters get introduced to the story, I’ve been having fun coming up with the naming systems for various animals. In real life there would probably be more natural variety within a whole species, but also making up little systems is fun so I don’t care. Also, as a technical note, obviously none of these names are in “English”. They’re in whatever language animals speak. So, like, Hacksaw is not literally “hacksaw”, it’s the animal word for that object. 

Cats - with the exception of warriors (who obviously have an incredibly specific naming system), cat names tend to be more loose, and can be named after many things. In general, they are shorter. House cats are also an exception, as they are named by people and so their names can be very different. Ex. Cashew, Summer, Rowan, Egret, Thrasher, Jackalope

Wolves and coyotes - like cats, wolves also have a more loose naming system. Often wolves are named after someone else, to honor them. Coyote communities are heavily linked to wolf communities, so their rules are similar. In general, they are longer. Ex. Coldbreath, Nightshade, Lucky-Foot, Antlerhorn, Ranger

Deer - deer are always named after plants. No exceptions to this. Often the plants are ones that the parents admire or enjoy. Ex. Wild Rose, Juniper, Hyssop, Maple, Lingonberry

Mountain lions - they are named after some kind of aspirational trait at birth that their parent is hoping they fulfill. Sometimes this leads to funny, ironic circumstances, but usually the kitten is shaped by their name and strives to embody it. Ex. Ferocity, Swiftness, Cunning, Power, Caution

Porcupines - for the first year of their life, porcupine kits are named after the order in which their mother gave birth to them. Ex. First, Second, Third, etc. When the porcupine has come of age, they are given their adult name. These names are short and functional, usually no more than four letters. Ex. Mud, Snap, Snow, Blue

Falcons - chicks are never given names by their parents, and are generally treated as indistinguishable when young. Once they leave the nest, falcons name themselves whatever they like. Frequently these names are inspired by human artifacts, as falcons (and many other bird cultures, as well as raccoons) value their liminal relationship to humans. Ex. Hacksaw, Highway, Black-Wing, Perils, Artemis

Bears - at birth, bears are given short, silly names, meant to be inconsequential. Ex. Fuzz, Seed, Bug, Baby. When they come of age, they are given an adult name by the eldest bear, whether it’s a large group or just a family. These names are structured as some kind of brag about the individual’s qualities, to impress others and display dominance. They are composed of two words in the trait separated by a hyphen. Ex. Longest-Claws, Fiercest-Roar, Strongest-Jaw, Thickest-Pelt. However, if the bear is disliked or considered weak, they can be also be called a version of this structure that is an insult. Ex. Dullest-Mind, Weakest-Strike, Softest-Heart. The greatest shame of all, though, is an adult bear forced to keep their childhood name. 

[externalmemorycomic]

Image description: a five page comic with messy writing and messy line drawings coloured with gouache. Each page has four panels and each panel has a caption and an image. Page one Caption: Mouse and Ruth go for drives a lot. Image: a red car drives down a country road. Caption: to stores and beaches and the dump where you can find cool things. Image: a white mouse looks up at a wall with doll’s heads nailed to it, labeled “wall of dolls”. Caption: I almost never join. Ruth asks, “isn’t My going stir crazy?” Image: a deer is driving a car, and the mouse sits on a pile of pillows on the passenger’s seat. Caption: but I’m so used to this I forget there’s anything to go crazy about Image: an orange cat lies in bed.

Page two Caption: When we lived in Malmö there were weeks I didn’t leave the apartment Image: the cat peeks out a window, looking at a pigeon that’s pooping on the window ledge. Caption: months I didn’t see anyone besides Mouse. I just couldn’t manage the stairs Image: the cat looks down an exaggerated, maze-like staircase. Caption: Mouse wasn’t much better off. I took up indoor “gardening” so we wouldn’t miss nature too much. Of course I often couldn’t water the plants. It felt bitter and symbolic when they died Image: the cat is in a different bed, looking at a house plant on a side table that’s beginning to wilt. Caption: here there’s no stairs and I have plants and bees right outside my window Image: the cat is in the first bed, drawing a comic. There’s a flower, a butterfly and a bee outside the window behind it.

Page three Caption: people tend to get frustrated with my acceptance Image: the cat takes down a half finished painting from an easel. Caption: even after we’ve talked a lot about my illness, they think I should plan ahead as if a cure is right around the corner Image: a rabbit is standing beside a table covered in unfinished canvases, looking at  one of them. The cat stands behind them, looking nervous. Caption: often it’s the same people who respond to tragedies you CAN fix by saying “life’s not fair” Image: the cat is rescuing bugs from drowning in a water barrel and the rabbit looks over its shoulder, looking annoyed. Caption: but when I let go of what I can’t have, they see it as defeat. Image: the cat is curled up and hiding in bed while the rabbit stands over them, frowning, holding the unfinished painting and waving two paintbrushes.

Page four Caption: I understand the impulse to say “maybe some day”. When it’s kindly meant, I value the intention. Image: The rabbit has its arm around the cat’s shoulder and waves towards a thought bubble. In the thought bubble the cat is floating and happy at the end of a rainbow with pink clouds, flowers and a smiling sky in the background. Caption: but few things are more dangerous to my soul than “maybe some day” Image: the cat huddles on the ground and hides its face. Right above the cat, as if pushing down, is a bigger thought bubble with images of the cat looking happy - dancing, being held, proudly painting, holding a baby. Caption: There is no greater wisdom in life than: fix what you can and accept what you can’t. Image: the thought bubble is breaking up and shrinking. The cat is sitting up, smiling at a dandelion beside it. Caption: some times, giving up isn’t just the only way to survive but to thrive, and leave room for joy. Image: The half finished canvases are burning on the ground and the cat walks away without looking back.

Page five Caption: today I’m sad because I’m in pain and I miss moving and doing Image: the cat is crying in bed. Caption: but when I thank God for giving me this life filled with blessings, it’s from the heart. Image: the cat wipes away some tears and looks a little happier. Caption: I am happy more often than not. I mostly cry from gratitude. There is no contradiction Image: the cat closes its eyes and is surrounded by a pink glow and red cartoon hearts. Caption: life will ask me to let go of much bigger things and maybe I can come with to the dump next time Image: the cat looks at the wall of dolls and says: “cool!” End ID. Here's some disability thoughts I had during my latest flare (hence the wobblier-than-usual lines and messy writing). I hope it makes sense even if I was pretty confused when I made it! I have POTS and ME/CFS, as well as ADHD and being autistic. Accepting the reality of being bed/housebound and hard-of-thinking often is going to be a life long effort but I'm getting there. Happy disability pride month!!! Reblogs are much appreciated! (if you wanna help me live and stuff and make more art and comics I have a Patreon. I post comic pages there on average once a day for the 3€ tier as well as other fun things! Link in my pinned post)

[sir-heichou-smith]

141 and their awkward but meaningful experience(s) with wild animals

Gaz:

-It's exactly 1800 hours when he spots the shabby safehouse after they complete the mission that went to utter shit, leaving him separated from the rest of the 141. His back and left arm are sore. Getting shot at and falling out of a second story window doesn't compliment his bone structure, as it turns out.

-He clears the perimeter to make sure he hasn't been tailed while he waits to rendezvous with the others.

-As he surveys the inside of the cabin, he doesn't see the bird's nest perched up in the rafters, but he feels it drop square onto his head when he breaks the lock on one of the doors and shoves it open.

-The little bird that rolls onto the floor chirps desperately and flutters its wings, lopsided and favoring its left side.

-After the minor heart attack and an admittedly embarrassing noise that soap would never let him live down if he'd heard it, he feels bad for the poor thing, picking it up and sticking it in a makeshift nest of his outer layers while he tends to his own wounds.

-"Poor little guy, sorry I fucked up your home. You're all alone too, huh." Gaz makes it up to the bird by wrapping its injured wing in a similar fashion to his own sling, in hopes that it'll help in some way. He even finds a bug in the windowsill to feed it.

-He's so distracted by his new friend that he almost doesn't notice the three sets of footsteps getting closer to his temporary safe haven.

-"The feck do ye got there, mate?" He's relieved to hear the familiar Scottish lilt from the main entrance, their captain and lieutenant right behind him.

-"It's my best buddy. He's your new replacement, Tav." Laughing as he dodges the MRE thrown in his direction, he settles the baby bird in next to him while they take watch in shifts for the hours long wait to exfil.

Price:

-For once the 141 was able to take a much needed break. In between missions, the captain invited the rest of his team on a camping trip for the weekend. Not many knew, but instead of a house, Price owned a beautiful log cabin just north of Hereford with a few acres of land and a body of water for hunting and fishing respectively.

-The next morning, Price and Ghost left at the asscrack of dawn to part take in the former, hoping to score dinner for them all from the comfort of his backyard.

-"See anything up your way, Simon?" "Negative, sir." The pair continues to wait in silence as the sun slowly starts to creep over the horizon. He's just about to call it when he hears crunching leaves just to his right.

- Price looks as far as he can without turning his head, and spots their dinner, just out of the corner of his eye and a few paces away at that. A beautiful 12 point buck that has no fear or spacial awareness as it seems. It turns its head to look directly at him too, as if daring him to do something.

-The deer inches forward ever so slowly to him, seeming more curious than anything. He can see Ghost not 10 meters on his opposite side, not doing anything to help the situation, just desperately trying to hold it in. Slowly, as a trained and patient death machine of a man can be, he pulls out his cell phone to take a picture.

-Then he feels it. The light sniffs, and then the feeling of a slimy tongue on the side of his forehead and hat. The damn thing is tasting him as if he were a berry on a bush.

-At the turn of Price's head, he meets its eyes. As if it just now figured out it's been caught in the act and regains control of itself, the buck whips around and bounds away.

-The photo in their group chat, from yours truly, has the other men in shambles. "You're lucky you're my favorite lieutenant. Otherwise I'd give you extra duty for at least a week." Price thinks it's worth the hassle though, as he rarely gets to hear that deep grumble of a laugh from his most stoic soldier. Take out doesn't sound so bad after all.

Soap:

-"C'mon lt, a few drinks won't kill ye, first round's on me." A flash of pearly whites and a playful wink thrown is all it takes for the man to cave.

-The two men walk to a local pub frequented by soldiers and civilians alike. Not too busy but not as quiet as Ghost would prefer. They meet up with Price and Gaz, Soap greets them with a smile and Ghost simply nods, already anticipating the night to be over.

-Soon enough the first round of drinks becomes the second, then the third, then a pint, and two, and a few more after that. Price bids the three of them goodnight, claiming something about having paperwork to finish up for tomorrow.

-"Aw cap yer no fun, Gaz here's the only one who knows how to give a lad good company." At that, Soap turns his head with a cheese grin to lock eyes with his fellow seargent. "Don't rope me into this, Tav, we all know you'd drink us all under the table even if we dared you not to. Plus, the old man's right. I've got training tomorrow with the rookies too, I'll catch you later mate."

-"Looks like it's you n me, lt. I knew you'd never leave me alone." Soap goes to get up and order another set of drinks for them, but ends up stumbling and holding the edge of the table for a bit too long before Ghost then stands up. "Alright, seargent, you've had enough it looks like. Let's head back before I have to throw you over my shoulder."

-Soap gives a sheepish grin and scratches the back of his neck. "Aye, lt. Let's get outta here." The walk back to base goes by without a hitch. Until Soap hears something that sounds like a cry coming from an alleyway just off post.

-"Ya hear that Ghost? Where's it comin from?" He's begins to look for the source of the sound as the larger man attempts to drag him towards the direction of the base. "Who knows, Johnny. It's fucking baltic out here an' youre worried about god knows wha- STAY out of that dumpster!"

-Soap doesn't listen as he begins to try and look underneath and around it to see where he's hearing the sounds from. A few seconds later Ghost hears, "Aw lt it's a wee kitten! We cannae just leave 'em out here. Gimme yer coat, he's cold."

-"Johnny what the bloody fuck do you think you're doing with tha-" "IT'S A KITTEN AND I'M TAKIN' EM TO MY ROOM SO I WON'T GET IN TROUBLE NOW HAND ME YER JACKET." Ghost rolls his eyes and sheds his outer layer, leaving him in his black crew neck and balaclava. He knows it's best to just give him the damn hoodie since it's the only way he'll be able to herd his seargent back to his room safely.

-Just before Ghost hands over his coat, Johnny comes out from the darkened alley with what he claims is a kitten. However, he yanks the hand holding his precious coat back once he sees what the other man is holding in his hands.

-"Johnny what the FOCK that is NOT a cat you bloody fuckin- put it DOWN NOW."

-The man gives his best big blue puppy eyes even though he doesn't realize what he's holding isn't a cat at all, but a baby raccoon he found digging around in the trash. "Can we keep him lt? Please he'll be good and we can call him Floof or Bringer of Death or whatever you wanna name him!"

-"Oh for fuck sake you idiot, put the damn thing back in the trash before you get rabies and then I'll have to do so much paperwork because of your dumbass. I swear to you I'll-."

-As Ghost carries on, Soap puts the little trash panda back where he found it, (albeit begrudgingly), and they walk home just a little bit faster. If only to warm each other up when they get there.

Ghost:

-Ghost gets sent on a solo op to the desert in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. He's on a stake out mission, meant to gather intel from afar and report back to Watcher periodically over the span of several days.

-As the hours pass by in the blistering heat, Ghost is a sentinel, unmoving and unwavering and unseen. The man has been glued to his rifle for the past 72 hours, and there isn't a sight of hair nor hide of anything worth noticing or reporting since he landed.

-It's approximately 12 hours before he needs to pack up and head to the exfil site that he sees movement. "Bravo 0-7 to Watcher." "Watcher here 0-7, send traffic." "Got movement heading towards the compound. HVT confirmed, multiple armored vehicles, what looks to be a package being guarded for delivery." "Good work, Bravo. Keep an eye out for any reinforcements or sudden changes until further notice. Watcher out."

-It's only after he clicks off his comms that he feels movement coming from his pant leg. As calmly and quietly as he can while flat on his stomach, he wiggles out of his boot and removes the offender. A small, brown lizard doing it's damndest to hang on to his sock.

-He flicks it to the side, shakes his head in silence, and doesn't think about the incident until after he rendezvous with the bird.

-On the tarmac and sore to hell and back from being a statue for several days, his seargent greets him before he even steps out of the belly of the plane.

-"Lt! It's good to have you back." Ghost just nods his way, not unkindly--the exhaustion setting in quick now that he's returned. Soap sends a bright smile his way, and follows the older man all the way to the armory to turn in his gear, and then all the way to the captain's office for debrief, and then to his door to finally shower and fall into bed for the next 10 hours until he's needed again.

-Ghost doesn't have the mind to look either direction before pulling his sergeant into the room behind him, locking the door once it's closed. He dips his head to the other man's shoulder and wraps his arms around his back in a much needed embrace.

-"Let's get you washed up and in bed, mo ghraidh." Soap takes the lieutenant by the hand and leads him to the bathroom to begin shedding him of his many layers.

-It's when he gets to his cargos that he notices it. "Uh, lt?" "Yeah, Johnny?" "Whatcha got in there?" "Huh? In where?" Johnny gently pats the right side of his hip, where his deepest pocket lays from the side of his hip to the middle of his thigh.

-Simon reaches into his pocket and freezes. "You've gotta be shittin me." He pulls out from his pocket a small, wiggly brown lizard that followed him home in the safety of his pocket. All they could do was look at each other and laugh.

[paintbrushnebula]

Idk if this is an unpopular opinion but if they ever have Miles appear in a future film aged up I really hope they don't change anything about his physique or make him bigger or anything. Same thing with Miles G. Like I know everyone wants him to shoot up to Uncle Aaron's height and build, but I really like his lanky "baby deer" build. it's become a very iconic part of Miles' design to me also I kiiiinda find it just a little unrealistic when teenage characters in media--especially animation--get sized up dramatically when they're aged up to young adulthood. I don't know, I mean, whenever I see a photo of myself from when I was 15-16 I look almost exactly the same. Same with my cousins. And yes, I know there's been some cases where an aged up design looks even better than the teen one, but in the case of spiderverse i like how these two bugs look

[inkdrinkerworld]

i love love love big!beefy!james!!!!! he’s my bf fr fr

could i possibly get some angst to fluff w him??

not really angst but just a little bickering!

"james, you can't keep leaving these here. i almost slipped on 'em," you grumble as you step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around you as you dangle james' dirty rugby uniform on a finger.

he looks up from his gaming desk, in the corner of your room, headphones pushed behind his ear.

"slipped on what, lovely?" he asks, deer-in-the-headlights look to his eyes.

"your dirty rugby uniform? it's all caked in mud jamie, told you last time it'll bring flies and bugs if y'don't wash it out first."

you're pretty sure you can make out sirius', 'he's such a slob, doll!', as your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"sorry m'heart," he blows you a kiss when you tap your foot on the floor "thought i chucked it in the basket."

you huff, tossing it in the basket yourself this time.

"don't leave it in there all night either mister," he nods, another kiss being blown your way.

"won't baby, promise."

it's well after midnight when james gets off the game, you'd been painting your nails the whole time- using little ball tools to get the cherries on your nails the right size.

"is there anything in the wash?" james asks, voice a little hoarse from use earlier.

"nuh uh, think you might have to empty the dryer though," you look up bashfully, "think i forgot a load in there after i showered."

james smiles in just his way- slow and earnest as he comes closer to you. "s'alright, i'll fold them quick." he kisses you once, twice, three times before you smile.

"sorry about quarrelling." you say, james frowns.

"didn't quarrel, you reminded me love, s'nothing wrong with that."

james kisses any complaints from you, before going off to the washing room. you can hear him scrubbing off his clothes first and then the wet slosh of it falling into the washer barrel.

he comes back with the folded laundry pressed to his chest, "wanna paint mine too, pretty girl?"

you perk from where you're blowing your nails, "sure jamie," you show him your polishes.

"wanna match yours, maybe cherries on clear nails?" he suggests and you nod rapidly, excited to do his nails.

"i love you," you say sweetly, james' cheek flushing at the sentiment.

"i love you too, m'heart. an inordinate amount."

[lovebugism]

summer themed request you say?

hmmm what about going out camping with steve for the first time!

I imagine he tries his best to be as prepared as possible, maybe even a little stressed out if things don't go exactly according to plan meanwhile reader is so excited about it all

thanks for ur request lovely! hope you like it!! — the one where boyfriend!steve patches up ditzy!reader after a fall (1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“We’ve only been out here an hour, and you’re already bleeding,” Steve grouses as he wraps gauze around the weeping scrape on your thigh.

He’s not upset at you, really — more so at the stick that all but stabbed you when you fell on it. He’s just happy he remembered to pack the first aid kit.

You shift on the uncomfortable boulder he’s got you sitting on even though he keeps telling you to sit still. You can’t help it. You can’t stop looking over your shoulder and squinting up the steep hill you fell from. “I almost made it all the way up,” you mumble, halfway to yourself.

Steve scoffs from where he’s crouched beside you. “Yeah. Almost.”

“It’s not my fault!” you defend with a halfhearted pout. “It was that stupid tree branch… Sorry.”

He wants to grumble about how much you’re moving, but a laugh spills from his mouth instead. He tucks the edge of the gauze into your bandage and smooths a wide palm over your thigh. His amber eyes glimmer with honey when he looks at you. “Who are you apologizing to, babe?”

“The tree root,” you murmur, embarrassed but trying real hard not to be. Your sheepish eyes flit back and forth between the hand that rests on your thigh and the gaze that sparkles at you. “I called it stupid. And I didn’t mean it…”

“Ah,” Steve hums in response, nodding as he smiles. “Right.”

He isn’t grinning so wide because he thinks it’s funny. Well, he does, but that’s only because he thinks you’re so damn cute. You’re always so gentle in your way. Sometimes, he thinks you feel everything everyone else feels. You’re never unkind because it would mean being unkind to yourself. You’re tender with everyone — every thing.

His smile grows when he watches you look over your shoulder again. You squint up the dizzying edge of the bumpy hill that knocked you off your feet. You’re not scared of it like a normal person might be. It made you bleed, but you would argue that the ground only kissed you.

“Do you think they got too far away?” you ask without looking at him.

“Definitely,” Steve nods with a scrunched nose, even though he can’t know that for sure. He just doesn’t want you running up it again. He’s scared he won’t be able to catch you like he did the first time, and that you’ll come out with a lot worse than a scrape. He isn’t sure if he could take more than that. Patching you up as your eyes glazed over with unshed tears was enough to break his heart.

“They’re probably long gone by now, honey.”

You turn back to him, beaming despite the throbbing in your thigh. There’s a twinkle that dances in your eye, brighter than the brightest damn star in the galaxy — Serious or whatever the hell Dustin called it. You’re your own sun, vivid enough to light up a thousand universes.

“They were cute, though, huh?”

Steve nods with pinched brows like the answer’s obvious. “Oh, totally.”

“I’ve never seen a family of deer before,” you confess, a bit like a child telling a barely hidden secret. You’re rambling before either of you realize it. “Like, I’ve seen big deer before, and I’ve seen baby deer, but I’ve never seen a momma deer and all her baby deer together, you know?”

“Well, how do you know it was the mom?” Steve challenges halfheartedly. “Maybe it was the dad.”

“‘Cause it didn’t have antlers. And female deer don’t have antlers, Stevie. Duh.”

“Right,” Steve concedes with a nod. 

His knees ache when he rises to full height again. His muscles are tender from crouching so long. His sneakers dig into the tall grass of the trailside as he stands above you.

A smile tugs at his pink mouth when you get distracted again, glancing over your shoulder at the same hill that got you into this mess. Your brows are scrunched, and your eyes are squinted in a vague sort of determination to hike it again.

He shakes his head and brings his palm to your chin. His gentle fingers are warm as they guide your attention back to his. You blink owlishly up at him, not realizing you’d drifted off. “What?” you hum innocently.

“You know what,” he insists, lip quirked in a knowing smile. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”

“But I was so close,” you grieve in a whine. “And I still have that whole bag of trail mix you gave me when we set up the tent! I could’ve gotten to pet them if I just got a little bit closer!”

“Maybe, but I don’t want you climbing up there again, alright?” Steve tells you, a bit more firm in his kindness so you’ll really listen to him. He stays soft with you, though, grinning down at you while his thumb rubs a dirt mark off your chin. “You’re lucky I half-assed caught you the first time. You really coulda gotten heart, sweetheart.”

You beam up at him, leaning more intently into his palm. “Yeah. I’m real lucky you caught me when I fell for you, Stevie. Both times, actually.”

Despite the boy’s fluttering heart, he squints down at you. “Alright. Don’t get cute. I’m still mad at you.”

“Wait… Really?” you murmur, brows pinched in a childlike sense of horror. You can’t stand thinking that Steve would ever be unhappy with you — even if you do stupid stuff sometimes.

“No,” the boy assures with a swift shake of his head. “Not really. I just… I wish you’d be more careful, you know?”

You nod up at him, firm and smiling. “I’ll be careful.”

“Promise?” the boy presses. His brows raise as he tilts his chin to his chest. He puts his hands on his sides and cocks his hip. “I don’t wanna spend this entire weekend having to bandage any more scrapes, honey. I don’t think my poor heart could take it.”

“Pinky promise,” you tell him, holding your fist out towards him with the smaller digit pointing up.

Steve wraps his own around yours. And, upon your insistence that it must be sealed with a kiss, he bends at the waist to press his lips to your mouth. He feels your smile contort against him, bashful as you confess, “That was super sweet, Stevie, but I meant we had to kiss our thumbs.”

The boy scoffs in response. He mumbles vaguely about not knowing the pinky promise etiquette before abiding you anyway. 

He feels lucky when he manages to convince you to organize the tent. You get distracted with sleeping bags and lanterns and other miscellaneous supplies. Steve gathers sticks for a fire, knowing he’s got you occupied for at least half an hour.

But the sun is slowly starting to set. He knows you’ll be on the hunt for cool bugs come sundown. 

He also knows he’s happy to patch up your scrapes for the rest of his life. Well, maybe not happy, exactly — just so full of love for you that taking care of you is second nature to him. He can’t imagine spending his life doing anything else.

[cultofdixon]

Don’t bite my head off, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being concussed isn’t fun. But ones gotta admit, the concussed thoughts are pretty chaotic • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Injuries / Concussion

Requested by: Anon

“You may have a concussion” Daryl frowns kneeling before his partner while he gently palpates parts of the back of her head to make sure of no prominent bumps or even a gash he hasn’t caught yet.

“I am a-okay baby” Y/N sung poorly making the archer grimace a bit but he knew she was going to be a bit out of it.

The fall was pretty nasty.

The two were on a hunting trip, something they’ve been doing more often once they arrived to Alexandria and even after the herd/Wolves incident. But Daryl is the better tracker and has more knowledge of their surrounding environment compared to Y/N who is getting better at tracking but isn’t familiar with the surrounding forest by their home.

Which lead to Y/N tracking down this deer but when the tracks stopped, she didn’t. She kept walking and eventually fell into a small ravine. It didn’t help that there was a creek running through because when Daryl came running and spotted Y/N at the bottom. She was on her stomach, not moving, and the stream picked up some blood.

He really thought he was going to go home explaining how Y/N died. But thank god when he came down carefully, she slowly sat up to show that the gash was her shoulder and not from her head. But tumbling down still had her hit her head a few times.

Leading us to now where Daryl carefully brushes away the hair blocking the forming bruise on the right side of her forehead. He gently touched it, watching her retract but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t too swollen in the area.

“You gotta take off your shirt so I can bandage that shoulder” Daryl states setting his pack down. He also carried her out of the ravine prior to checking her injuries.

“Not to see my boobs?” She teased as the head injury was starting to make her a bit more forward and stupid, later.

“This is some fucked way to see my girl’s boobs” He scoffs. ���And no. I ain’t lookin’” he says as he got his first aid kit out hearing a sad ‘Aww’ from her in response. “Yea got a tank top on?”

“Mmmmm….maybe. Maybe not”

“Y/N, please”

“What if…I don’t?”

“Then I gotta give you my shirt.” Daryl says as he grabs the bandages he will need to patch her up and then realized where she was getting at. “Girl, I ain’t strippin’ for yea if yea lyin’”

“I is wearing…another shirt” Y/N mutters disappointed as Daryl sets everything he’ll need on top of his bag before helping her get out of the ruined shirt gently.

Y/N sat perfectly still, a bit too perfectly because Daryl did startle her when checking her pulse once. But she was still enough for him to patch up her shoulder and let the two relax a moment even if her brain was still a bit scrambled.

The moments of silence freaked out Daryl, but he knew startling her would only make her mad or wince. He doesn’t like either.

“How’s the pain?”

“Meh”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Meh means bad”

“Since when does ‘meh’ mean bad? It’s usually a blow off” Daryl questions watching her shrug a little before having another moment of awkward silence but this time she was looking up at the sky. Her small head tilt up made Daryl think about how much sunlight they might have left. He’d like to get her home before anything.

As Daryl packs up a bit, including her knife. He doesn’t want her to do something dumb in this loopy state. While she continued to look around at everything in the woods as she became hyper focused on this small bug inching closer to her shoe. A praying mantis.

“Y/N, what’s the pain level no—-“ Daryl turns to her seeing her carefully pick up the praying mantis off her shoe since it decided to climb on her. “You want me to kill it?”

“No! It prob has kids out there” Y/N scoffs holding the little dude in her hands looking down at it.

Then suddenly tossing it aside which shocked Daryl.

“You were so fucking gentle with it, whyd yea do that?!”

“It was lookin’ at my man funny”

“What does that even fucking mean?!” Daryl questioning watching her face turn into confusion for a moment. “What is happening??”

“That was a praying mantis right?”

Great. She’s got the short term memory loss with the concussion Daryl groans. “Yeah”

“Don’t have sex with it” What the fuck “it will eat you after”

“Yknow, good call” Daryl decided to play along while throwing his pack over his shoulder and getting up. “It was lookin’ at me all seductive-like”

Y/N nods agreeing with his words as he extends his hands toward her to help her on her feet. Once Daryl got his arm around her to support her, just in case, while starting the walk back home.

“That’s how they get yea” Y/N pats his back with her blank daze going on on her face. “What if humans were like that? Females finding their potential male mates…then fuckin’, but instead of the fuck and dip, the female just CHOMPS his head off.” Her emphasis on the word ‘chomps’ made Daryl cringe a bit. “The upstairs head too” now that made him have sympathy pain for the downstairs one.

“Yeah…don’t bite my head off, sunshine”

“No promises” She slurs a bit before looking at Daryl and taking every feature on his face to memory, but it looked more like staring which lead him to stop.

“What?”

“You’re too good lookin’ to bite your head off” Y/N smiles using the hand that wasn’t on his back to pat his cheek which made him roll his eyes but smile as well.

“‘M glad I’ve got yea, and we agree you ain’t gonna bite my head off” Daryl smiles starting to walk again listening to Y/N making biting sounds.

This is going to be a long walk.

[rainintheevening]

Peter is absolutely a horse and dog boy. Best rider in the family, makes friends with every dog he meets. Animals tend to settle around him, particularly herd/pack animals; they sense his strength and leadership, but also his kindness and gentleness. He loves to ride bareback, loves to go for a gallop; people think he's very regal on horseback.

Susan doesn't really like any particular animals. She does think foxes, horses, and deer are very pretty, and wants to look after babies. She's not a fan of messes and noises from creatures who aren't babies though.

Ed is a bird boy. Makes friends with the local corvid population, swaps trinkets with them, even gets some of them to carry messages. Definitely dabbles in carrier pigeons for a few years. Learns falconry. Rehabs a few injured birds. His nickname at university is Raven King.

Lucy loves all animals, but she is definitely a cat lady. Friend of bugs, birds, deer, dogs, and stray cats alike, she's always bringing little creatures home and fixing them up with food or medical care. She makes the acquaintance of every stray cat in every neighbourhood she lives in, gives all of them names, knows in a moment who the father(s) of a litter of local kittens are.

[arcane-vagabond]

The Apple of My Eye

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend can't believe you've never gone apple picking...

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Excited Bob, Flirty Bob, Bob.

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: I know this one is a little on the shorter side too, but why force more when it's already so cheesy? Anyway, this is part of my Halloween/Fall one-shot collection! My inbox and requests are always open, so feel free to shoot me a message! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you like my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

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“Are you ready?” Bob asked excitedly from the driver seat. You looked over at him with a small smile, heart warming at the sight of your overly enthusiastic boyfriend. Bob didn’t often show his excitement like this, and you were one of the few people who ever got to see him in this state.

No, you’re boyfriend was a weird mix of shy and confidant, something that worked surprisingly well for him. He was confidant in his abilities, but horribly shy when it came to romance. You had been shocked when the young pilot had approached you one day during a summer day off with your mutual friends. You had always found him attractive, and everyone knew this fact, especially your long-time best friend Natasha. She had been the reason you had been enveloped into the dagger squad to begin with. You weren’t a pilot, but that didn’t seem to matter the more you spent time with the rowdy crew.

Bob had caught your eye almost immediately with the way he would duck his head and blush everytime you so much as looked his way. It was endearing, really. But what really had you falling head over heels for the man was the surprising amount of self-assuredness he had when doing things. Confidence was sexy, after all. And after months of tip-toeing around each other, the squad had worked together to come up with the perfect plan at getting Bob to ask you out. That summer day was one of the best of your entire life.

Now, you smiled softly at your boyfriend of over a year as he buzzed with excitment at the idea of your current date. He had stared at you in disbelief when you told him that you had never been apple picking, and he had decided that that was a misfortune that had to be corrected right away.

“I’m ready, Robby,” you hummed, gathering the basket at your feet. Bob got out of the car and rounded to your side, opening the door so you could get out. He was nothing, if not a gentleman. He offered you his hand, and you took it gratefully, linking your arm with his as he pushed the door closed behind you.

“You’re gonna have so much fun, Bug. I can’t believe you’ve never gone apple picking before!” He grinned. You giggled at how excited he was, moving your hand down to intertwine your fingers with his. He squeezed your hand lightly, giving you a shy smile. You hoped a day never came where that smile didn’t send a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Minutes later, the two of you were walking through rows of trees, families, friend, and couples milling about around you.

“So,” you drawled, glancing up at him. “How does this work?”

Bob’s eyes lit up, excitedly telling you about everything there was to know, and you watched him with a dreamy expression.

“So, you don’t wanna pick the apples that are already on the ground because those are for the deer and bugs,” he explained, gesturing to the many apples that littered the ground. “And then you wanna pick the apples from the outer branches because they ripen first. Oh! And don’t eat straight from the tree.”

“Why not?” You asked him.

“Because you always wanna wash your fruit first, baby. Who knows what kind of pesticides they use around here,” he replied, wrinkling his nose.

“Makes sense,” you nodded, walking up to one of the trees. “What about these?”

Bob stepped up beside you, inspecting the yellow and red apples. “You planning on doing much baking?”

“Isn’t that why we’re here picking them?” You giggled, earning a soft smile back. “Thought you would want some apple pie.”

“You gonna bake for me, sugar?” He smirked, leaning in. You hummed, brushing your nose against his.

“Would do anything for you, Robby,” you grinned, biting at your bottom lip. Bob blushed, ducking his head down in embarrassment. You let out another giggle, reaching up to pick one of the low hanging apples. Bob glanced up, reaching his hand out to stop you.

“Hold on, now,” he smiled. “There’s a trick to it. You don’t want to pull on the apple, that means it isn’t ready. You wanna find one that you can just twist-”

He gently twisted his hand around the apple, and you heard a quiet snap as the fruit broke free from the branch, his smile just as wide as yours as you looked at one another.

“And pull,” he finished, pulling the apple free and placing it gently into the basket. “You don’t wanna just toss them in either. That can bruise’em and then they’ll all go bad.”

“Look at you, Mr. Smarty-pants!” You teased, causing another blush to crawl up his cheeks. You placed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back to assess the tree in front of you. “Now, let’s get to work! There are apples to be picked and pies with your name on them waiting to be baked!”

The two of you began working your way around the lower branches, plucking and comparing apples as you quickly filled your basket. Bob took one look at you holding the heavy object, and shook his head with a frown. Worldlessly, he took the basket from your hands, replacing it with his other hand. You leaned into him with a smile, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Always the gentleman,” you gushed, and Bob looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow, eyes containing a hint of mischief.

“Always?” He hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear with a smirk. “What about when I do that one thing in the bedroom-”

“Robert Floyd!” You shrieked past a giggle, swatting his shoulder as he chuckled. “You can’t just go around saying things like that! There are children present!”

“You’ve never complained about the things I’ve said before,” he smirked, and now it was your turn to duck your head out of shyness. Bob chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as he pulled you towards the barn where the rest of the crowd was weaving in and out.

“C’mon, sugar,” he laughed. “Let’s go get some cider, yeah?”

You allowed yourself to be led to the barn, smile ever-present on your face as it usually was in the presence of the man next to you.

Yes, Bob could be shy at times, but he was a man who knew what he wanted. And what you didn’t know was that he was confidant in the fact that you were it for him, but he would wait. His mama always told him that patience was a virtue and that good things come to those who wait. He would wait forever if it meant he could keep you by his side.

[sombrashe]

Terms of Endearment

Price: dove, darling, little deer, sweet one, doll

Ghost: angel, light, sunshine, gorgeous/gorgeous girl/gorgeous boy

Soap: bonnie/bonnie lass/bonnie lad, bun, brèagha (pretty), love

Gaz: daisy, moth, ladybug, love bug, maple, butterfly

Laswell: plum, sweetheart, sugar, "my favorite garden"

Alejandro: puppy, mi vida (my life), cielo (sky/heaven), my house

Rodolfo: cariño, water drop, querida (honey), treasure, soulmate

Valeria: lovely, husband/wife/life partner, pretty baby, mamí/papí, gordito/gordita​ bebé (cubby baby), other half

Graves: darlin', lover, love bug, honey/honey ham, thighs, sweet pea, love dove, mine/my girl/my boy, airstrike König: maus (mouse), elfe (elf), mein mann/mein freund (my boyfriend/husband), meine frau/meine freundi (my girlfriend/wife), mein herz (my heart), sonnenschein (sunshine)

Roze: pika, all mine, gorgeous gorgeous, lamp shade, the reason I wake up, pine tree (if you're tall), maple berry, flower, softness

Farah: مز/مزة (hot), albi (my heart), my moon and stars, chubby/skinny, sweetness