#longbeak

[allyalbonart]

Starting to do more experimenting with oils. Working out techniques I enjoy, subjects I enjoy. I rather love herons!

[yangularoo]

Western Long-Beaked Echidna

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[drinkingwithkhonshu]

holY F U C K 🥵

A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

[dobodleaday]

07.09.24 Doc Longbeak

[snowhite197]

My 7yo daughter drew this. Longbeak and The Death Taco.

[drinkingwithkhonshu]

I cannot breathe Arch😂

— Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf.

pairing: Reed Richards & Victor von Doom ͙*ೃ༄

[planetphil168]

The patient heron....stood there, by the water's edge ....seemingly all day long #heron #birdwatching #longbeak #sonya6300 #parkreservoir #horwich (at Wallsuches) https://www.instagram.com/p/CALlN7rFgAd/?igshid=m7zmfx7c3iqi

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Erroneous Echidnas

Second only to the platypus in infamy, the echidna group is perhaps most known for being an egg-laying mammal. In fact there are four species of Echnida, collectively gathered into the family Tachyglossidae. There are two genera in this family; thee species of echidna-- the western longbeaked (Z. bruijni ), Sir David’s longbeaked (Z.  attenboroughi), and the eastern longbeaked (Z. bartoni) -- belong to Zaglossus, while the fourth species, the short beaked echidna (T.  aculeatus), is in its own genus Tachyglossus. All four species are endemic to New Guinea, although only the short beaked echidna is found in Australia.

In general echidnas resides in dry forests and woodlands. While the longbeaked echidnas require high humidity environments, the shortbeaked echidna is more felixble and can be found in drier environments like grasslands, arid scrublands, and deserts. While they are not completely subterranean, echidnas spend much of their lives in burrows; either those they dig themselves or those they find abandoned by other species. When aboveground Tachyglossidae will often hide in leaf litter or under logs, where their primary food source is most abundant.

The diets of the two echidna genera are significantly different. Tachyglossus preys on worms and larvae. Zaglossus bartoni specialises in termites and ants due to their longer tongues, which can reach up to 18 cm long and is coated with sticky mucus. Aptly named, the most significant physical difference between the two genera is also related to their diets. The shortbeaked echidna has a nose only a few centimeters long and no more than 400 electroreceptors at the tip, while the longbeaked echidnas sport noses up to 15 cm long and containing over 40,000 electroreceptors. 

Aside from their obvious nasal differences, echidnas follow the same rough body plan. They are medium sized; the shortbeak are slightly smaller at 40cm in length and weighing 7 kg, while longbeaks grow up to 100cm and weigh about 10 kg. All four species are covered in a blend of coarse brown or black hair and spines, which they use for defense against predators like dingoes, foxes, and feral pigs. Their feet appear to be on “backwards”, but in reality their claws are turned that way to make digging easier. Like their close cousin the platypus, echidnas have a spur on their hind leg, though it isn’t venomous. The reproductive anatomy is also distinct: the female only has a single rear opening called the cloaca, and the male has a four-headed penis. As if it weren’t unique enough, echidnas have the second lowest body temperature of any mammal at only  33 °C. During their hibernation season, from April to July, the temperature lowers even further as echidnas enter a state of semi-hibernation known as torpor.

Outside of the mating, echidnas are usually solitary, though territories can overlap. The mating season runs from July to September, and Tachyglossidae   become sexually mature between 5 and 12 years old. Once a female is located, all the active males in the area will line up to follow her, oldest to youngest, and attempt to mate. Up to 10 males can follow a female, though only one will be successful, and none will contribute to raising his offspring. 22 days after breeding, the female lays a single soft shell in a special pouch in her belly. The young larva-like “puggle” will hatch 10 days later and will suckle at one of two milk patches in the pouch. It takes about a month and a half for the puggle to grow into a recognizable echinda with spines. At this point it leaves its mother’s pouch, though it stays in a specifically dug nursery burrow for a year. In the wild echidnas can live 20 years, and in captivity they last up to 50.

Conservation status: The western and Sir David’s longbeaked echidnas are listed as Critically Endangered by the IUCN; the eastern longbeaked is listed as Vunurable and the shortbeaked echidna is Least Concern. The main threat for all four comes from habitat loss and hunting.

Photos

Jürgen & Christine Sohns

Jukka Jantunen (via Shutterstock)

Muse Opiang

Wayne Lawler

[allyalbonart]

Looser layer! This was a small lightbulb moment, it was a lot of fun, although I have no idea what the white drips are about.

[montereybayaquarium]

Shrimp knows all. Shrimp seas all. Shrimp demands that you have a beautiful day and take good care of yourself ❤️

Salutoceans from this California longbeak shrimp Pandalus gurneyi, photographed off of the Aquarium’s back deck along Cannery Row

[professionalwritingnerd]

Name: Lady Takoda Tayen Blackrock 

Nicknames: Una, Tay, Koda, Captain/Boss/Teacher/Sensei, Captain Opalite

Age: 16 - 23

Birthdate: July 3rd [Cancer]

Gender: Female [She/Her Pronouns]

Species: Echidna [Shortbeaked / Eastern Longbeaked Echidna]

Occupation: Leader of the Opalite Coalition

Art By @penthousedragon

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MY BABY LIVES!

So I made a new Sonic OC recently and I was gifted the money to commission a reference sheet for her. And I’m super excited to say that she came out absolutely fabulous! 

I can’t wait to write stuff about her. She’s so sASSY and PRETTY.

If you like what you see, please go check out her bio on Toyhouse. The personality section is still undergoing a little bit of fine tuning, but only because I’m trying to word the summary properly, I know her pretty inside and out at this point. I worked really hard on her and I hope you guys do too.

PS: Please go commission PenthouseDragon, they’re an amazing artist and were amazing to work with during this commission process ;w; And look at all this bEAUTY AND ELEGANCE. IT’S GLORIOUS.

AND THAT AXE/SPEAR? THAT SWITCHBLADE MECHANIC WAS THEIR IDEA. I mean yeah i wanted it to be interchangable BUT THEY FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK. THAT WAS ALL THEM.

They’re wonderful. :>

Go yell at them at how amazing their art is. Go throw money at them. 

And lemme know if ya’ll have any questions about Una here! I’d love to infodump about her :>

[rorysreallyrandom]

my dad took my quiz and i got the following texts while he was doing it:

'whats my hogwarts house'

*when auto correct changed ravenclaw to 'raven law': "Is that like Law and order for birds?!?!? Cause I love the name." and "Raven Law: Bernard Longbeak's whole family was murdered because he wouldn't take a bribe of stolen boxesto look the other way, now he flies the beat to catch all those dirty [cooks]"

'what the fuck is au'

'i know NONE of these taylor swift songs'

'was she a dixie chick? i like them'

'there are grammatical errors in this'

[moneteres]

HALLOW’S INK 18: THE CURATIVE CRONE, Doctor Rosie Longbeak 

“Don’t worry dearie, store brand child’s blood is just as good as name brand. Now what kind of sticker do you want? One with a woman caught immobile between sleep and wake while tormented by Fuselian horrors, or Spongebob?

(Day 18 of Bogleech’s 31 Day Horror House)

[talltalesfromryyos]

Longbeaked Nectarine Pheasant

Busy-Nectar Birds ➥ P. Nect

A fat little bird, about the size of a small, domestic chicken. The females are white, with black primaries, coverts, alula, and marginal coverts. The rest of the wing is rough in texture and white, with long, thin feathers that stick out at odd angles. The male has similar but shorter black coloration, and is a much brighter, almost squash yellow. The male has eyed plumage on the underside of his tail, and a darker, slightly shorter beak. They feed on insects, primarily the butterflies who inhabit their flowers of choice, Grumbacher and Rachen. They drink nectar, hence their name. They are generally altruistic birds, and will nurse the offspring of other pairs, or form small ‘family’ groups of unrelated birds. They are soft to the touch and unafraid of people. Often, they will chase each other around in a playful manner, or other wild animals. 

Pairs mate for life. In the autumn, males put on loud, impressive displays, in which they flip their tails over their heads and dance. The calls are short and shrill, akin to a chipmunk chirp. The nests, made in the winter, are dugout holes in the forest floor, often in the roots of large trees, in close proximity to patches of the flowers they feed upon. The insides are lined with grass, animal fur, and discarded human trash, and the clutches are 4-5 eggs total. In the summer, they are arboreal, and rarely leave the canopy. The taste is similar to fatty beef.

○ Insectivore/Herbivore     ○ Opportunistic     ○ Tastes like fatty beef

[storyskylings]

Can’t find the question so maybe I deleted it by accident but: Skylings are (at least in the period I’m currently writing about) named after plants. (The alternatives were giving them names like Longbeak and Bigwings, or transcribing names like Cawcawcaw into English, which comes across as very silly.) Anyway, there are 2 named legendary skylings in the next post.

[whpictures]

Just a chilling #pelican at #fortmyersbeach just a few minutes before #sunset #beach #bird #nature #summer #waves #sand #feathers #animal #shotoniphone #iphone7plus #portraitmode #webbedtoes #longbeak (at Fort Myers Beach)