#minty the deer

[abloomsdayy]

idk

[baddiesonic]

draw him (he’s a dog mobian)

art by my fishy friend @reinafish

Minti likes him. They’re friends now.

Tell Reina I said hi!!! 🫶

[emeraldotter]

have you seen that video of some guy asking a baby deer where their mom are at and the baby deer just keeps going meep

donde

[mintytealfox]

If you're up for it, some Naibrick headcanons about Halloween?

GOSH yes yes yes YES -rubs hands together-

I can see Naib initially HATING the holiday, until Frederick comes home with a bag of candies and hands them off to Naib. For their first Halloween

Frederick: "I am going to go read my tarot cards, so I got this candy for you. You can hand them out to people who come to the door or just turn off all of the lights and enjoy the candy yourself~"

Naib: "? Are you saying this entire bag of candy is mine?" Frederick: "mhm" Naib: "I don't have to share?" Frederick: "Nope" Naib: "I don't have to socialize?" Frederick: "Nope" Naib: "huh, ......Thanks" Frederick: "Sure~ Can I read your fortune tonight?" Naib: "No, but I am willing to share this candy you got me" Frederick: "-sighs- fine"

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Naib ending up in a candy coma for most of the evening, but then waking up in the middle of the night to go find Frederick who is up at his writing desk with a candle and just quietly tinking his tuning fork, leaned back in his chair comfortably.

Naib: "Having trouble tonight?" -Frederick flinching a little before quickly turning his swivel chair to face towards Naib with a surprised expression- "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.." -he rubs his temple and shakes his head- "I'm fine.."

Naib: "........" Frederick: "maybe a little...trouble....with..." -gently taps at the side of his head as he looks off to the side-

Naib walks over and sits on the floor next to the chair Frederick is sitting in "you don't have to hide that stuff from me. I know my experience is different, but I understand hearing things...in my case remembering...things. I am not alone anymore because of you, so...share the load I guess..." -looks away a little embarrassed and offers his hand to Frederick, he will let him read 'his lines or whatever'-

-Frederick smiles a little and instead of attempting to read his palm, he just takes his hand in his and just holds it-

Naib blushing and refusing to look still "....thanks for not reading my palm..."

Frederick: "sure~"

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Then I can see following years Naib planning things so Frederick doesn't have to be miserable and alone with his thoughts on his favorite Tarot reading day.

Naib: "so, I am rationing out the candy so I don't pass out this time. Also" -pulls out loads of pumpkins and two knives- "we should carve these things"

Frederick: "why?"

Naib: "saw some kids doing it and thought I would be good at it"

Frederick trying and failing to hold back a laugh "Alright, sure, why not, lets carve the 20 pumpkins you bought~"

Naib: "Great, this way we can be occupied and you won't be alone like last time"

-Frederick just smiles as he hums quietly to himself as he thinks about a song he could carve into this first pumpkin-

-Naib is pleased-

But the seed pile would be horrible afterwards LOOL

Frederick: "how do we dry out these seeds so you can munch on them?" -looking over the pile of pumpkin guts-

Naib: "I don't know....hmm...can they be eaten raw?"

Frederick: "uhg, please don't test it"

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Anyways, I think it would be a quiet holiday for them~ While everyone else is partying and 'trick-or-treating' they are just at home enjoying the time hiding from the rest of the world heh and Naib gets his own huge bag of candy that he doesn't have to share lol

[mintgreentigurz]

Oh deer

…now how do I get this shirt off

[star2fishmeg]

can you please do prompt 12 with quinn hughes!

Thank you for requesting <3 - Merry Christmas!

FLUFF #12 "Just pretend to be my date."

📞 dialling…

She stared at him directly in the eye, blinking like a deer in headlights at Quinn’s pleading face. Quinn Hughes, the man she had known since childhood, stood the closest he ever had before, minty breaths fanning over cheeks, in front of her in his parent’s empty kitchen with his hands clasped over hers. 

“Please, just pretend to be my date. Even if it’s for the next few hours or so, you know they ask every year, and I don’t need her doing that speed dating shit again.” He begged so quiet his voice rumbled in her ears and flushed heat up her neck, heart hammering in his chest hearing his aunt and uncle’s voices announcing their arrival from the other room. “Y/n, I swear I’ll make it up to you-”

“-Okay.” She smiled as his eyes lit up brighter, a familiar pull in her chest that tugged every time she was in the room with him, like two magnets trying to meet. They’d been through this same annual Hughes-l/n Christmas event for years, since they were kids, and every year it was always his nosey aunt who asked him if he had a girlfriend, fiancée or wife yet to which he always awkwardly had to think of some excuse. 

“Quinn! There you are my superstar!” his nosey aunt’s voice rang out into the kitchen. Quinn stood up straight, arm automatically wrapping around y/n’s waist and his hand finding comfort on her hip. Something about the gesture felt alleviating, perfect, natural, y/n responding with her arm winding around his torso, palm soothing over his back for reassurance periodically. “Y/n! Oh my, you look as gorgeous as ever! Look at you both, so grown up.”

“Aha, yeah,” he forced a laugh, feeling her beady eyes flicker between himself and y/n. Y/n leant her head into him, his whole charade starting to feel less like a favour and more real with the longer they held each other. 

His aunt gasped, making them both flinch and his grip tighten. She soaked in the sight, the way that even after all the years, they still fit in each other’s figures and still looked at each other the same way. They were still the kids who would sneak off to Quinn’s room, and on one occasion, had their first kisses there. 

“You two!? How long? Tell me everything, I must know! Has he proposed yet? When’s the wedding? I have to write this down, am I getting a niece or nephew? Oh finally! Y/n, Quinn’s been talking about you for years and the way he looks at you, oh my-” 

“Caroline, relax,” y/n smiled, heart almost stopping when his thumb rubbed her hip gently, “It’s been a year, so we’re still at the start. We’ve only just discussed living together.” 

No other words were spoken, and his heart swelled, Caroline took her dramatic exit to find her husband. Quinn and y/n exhaled, bodies slumping into each other and melting into each other’s embrace, her ear pressed to his chest while her hands gave his back a reassuring rub. 

“So, you’re moving in huh? At least let me take you on a date first, show you what I can offer.” He chuckled softly, pulling away to cup one of her cheeks, her eyes glistening under the bright lights as she leant into his palm and one thousand little fireworks exploded inside her chest at once.

“Talking about me for years, huh? Damn, couldn’t even tell your best friend who you had a crush on,” she joked, catching his genuine smile creep into his face with rosy cheeks, “But a date sounds nice, I’d like that.” 

They basked in a pleasant silence between them, the world pausing in each other’s steady eyes until choruses of surprised voices echoed from the living room. Quickly, he slipped his phone from his pocket, using his free hand to text his brothers the situation before slotting it back, cupping both her cheeks with his hands and puffing his chest out. They had only a few minutes to figure out a story, but in hindsight, they’d been in love with each other for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

[marcyiyi]

Wintertime at the Lupin-Black household was the definition of cozy. The house was covered in snow, only the pathway to it clean, because Sirius got up every morning and cleared it. He put on Remus’ thickest jumper and wool socks, added his combat boots and leather jacket and completed the outfit with a bright yellow crocheted hat. He made a point of showing his husband how much was he sacrificing for him, his sleep, comfort, and time, but he enjoyed this chore very much. It was just him, the cold, shimmering snow and the darkness. Going out with his shovel and seeing the house he lived in, with the little light of their bedroom also made him immensely proud and grateful for the life he lived. He usually came back and snuggled back to bed, letting himself be warmed by Remus’ hug. They would probably stay like this, but little Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea. Around seven he would run to the bedroom, singing and wishing them good morning. If he wasn’t too hungry, he cuddled with them for a while, however he mostly pulled them from under the festive covers with deers and snowflakes and demanded they get up. And who were they to disagree? Remus usually made breakfast while Sirius checked that Harry made his bed properly, dressed up and washed his face, and brushed his teeth, which was particularly needed, as Harry’s arch nemesis at this age was the stingy minty taste of toothpaste. They reconciled in the kitchen which at this point smelled of non-alcoholic apple punch Remus made every morning of December. The mix of apple juice, cinnamon, clove and vanilla was one of the best Harry knew. Yet there was another that could overcome it. And that was the smell of almost full English breakfast. Beans, eggs and sausages, buttered toast. And because Sirius loved a breakfast dessert, croissants and strawberries. Harry would have them for a snack later, after they came back from the outside.

Each morning from about eight to ten belonged to a walk. Sometimes with Sirius, sometimes with Padfoot. Sometimes down to the creek, sometimes up to the woods, sometimes west to the city for groceries or to the library, sometimes east to a playground. After a snack, Harry was ready to have some fun in the snow, doing snow angels, building snowmen, going for a sleigh ride. He was tired enough after they came back to eat lunch and take a little nap. His dads used the free time to clean the house, or make some presents. Remus would knit or crochet while Sirius tried to seem like he was writing Christmas cards, but really he was just watching his husband adoringly. The afternoon was full of baking sweets. Vanilla crescents, Linzer cookies, gingerbread cookies, chocolate balls and more. Harry was very good at weighing the ingredients and cutting out the shapes, but kneading the dough or rolling it out without getting flour all over his hair was a mystery to him. Sirius just liked to watch the oven, making sure they don’t burn anything. That proved inefficient when he got distracted by taking photos of Harry in his little apron with flour and sugar on his face. Luckily Remus saved the whole batch and they ended up with two whole boxes of Christmas treats. When the kitchen was warm and smelling of cookies, and everyone’s belly full of them, it was time for a board game. Remus’ influence was very clear here, as Harry preferred muggle checkers over wizard chess. If he got bored of losing, he went upstairs and played with trains. He could go hours joining lego buildings with wooden tracks, making stops and driving his trains around them. Sometimes, when he was especially good, Sirius would enchant his trains to go by themselves and the little wooden people to ride them.

In the meantime, Remus made dinner, occasionally with his husband’s help. They loved cooking together, or watch the other cook. Tomato soup, quiche, rarebit, sandwiches, risotto, whatever Sirius fancied. More often than not, he fancied a make out session on the counter. However, according to Harry’s undeniably relevant opinion, their dinner always tasted delicious. They’d sit around the dining table, surrounded by lit candles and hanging mistletoes, colourful Christmas lights hanging from every possible piece of furniture. Harry had a curious question for each evening, which he asked after setting the table. How is orange juice made? How come the oven bakes so fast? Did Sirius wear a white dress to their wedding? Why are some of Remus’ hair grey? Who teaches at Hogwarts? What does ‘cariad’ mean? That usually got the conversation going, and sometimes his dads talked about it long after he’s gone to bed. Sirius would do the dishes, with or without magic, depending on his mood, and Remus tucked the tired little boy to bed. However, he required a bath first, usually full on with bubbles and ducks. Then he put on his pyjamas with polar bears and listened to his dad reading him a fairytale. Because the day was full of activities, he normally fell asleep before the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. Remus then had time to be happy with his husband, as they watched a muggle movie or listened to some music. But never Christmas carols before the 24th. Cuddled up in their living room, under all the mistletoes, and air still smelling of their dinner, Sirius reminded himself again of how grateful he was for all of this. His husband hugging him, their son sleeping upstairs, a whole house to themselves, secured, provided for, loved. And the thing he’d appreciate the most was that he could do all of this again tomorrow.

@wolfstarmicrofic dec. 25, cozy

[newwritergirl]

Starting over | Part 14

Masterlist

Summary: After y/n hears her two boyfriends talking about leaving her she spirals into memory lane. Fortunatley the two pilots can catch her before she falls deeper.

Trigger Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI!, past abusive relationship, some memories of previous abuse, migraine, blood, injury, au and ooc, poly relationship

A/N: I needed a bit angst and hurt in this chapter, sorry for that. Please let me know what you think and reblog if you want other readers to enjoy the story.

Word Count: 2.8k +

A loud shattering is stopping Jake and Bradley's conversation. Both men turn around in the direction of the sudden noise.

"Y/n!" Rooster shouts clearly shocked. The man's loud shout and the noise from breaking the glass vaults her right back to a time she so dearly hoped to be over and long forgotten. The sound of glass breaking was always a surety of an upcoming beating. Especially when she broke something. But on not so rare occasions her ex destroyed breakable pieces, in that case she always was quick to clean up the mess he made to avoid or better say lessen the inevitable pain whether from his fists or his words. Absolutely terrified she looks down to her feet, million pieces of broken glass surrounding her figurative for her broken heart. Will she ever be enough for another human being? Will there be a time when she isn't acting like a complete failure? Probably not.

"I- I…" Y/n's head is racing, she needs to clean up the mess otherwise it's going to be bad. She looks like a deer in the headlights, her gaze jumping from the broken glass on the floor to the two men at the kitchen island. "I- clean it…" The young woman stumbles over her words, the tremble of her hands slowly flowing into her whole body.

"No, no sweetheart, don't move. You gonna hurt…" Jake tries to gain y/n's attention but sprints into her direction at the same time.

She just hears static, the voice of the blonde aviator doesn't reach her subconsciousness so she takes a step forwards to bend down and clean up as her ex taught her, as fast as possible, as clean as possible, no complaining. Her legs are shaking so badly she nearly falls face first into the mess of shards when she feels two strong arms lifting her up. She squeals out of surprise and fear. The strong arms are hoisting her up, supporting her whole weight and entangle themselves under her bum, forcing her legs to wrap around the warm body that is carrying her away. She shuts her eyes tightly afraid to see the pure rage in the man's eyes. What had she done? Why is she screwing up so badly?

"Fuck, princess… Jake, she's bleeding, sit her down on the counter." Rooster speaks in a gentle yet panicked tone when he sees the blood dripping down onto the floor.

She feels her calves hitting something hard before Jake sets her on the kitchen counter but makes no move to release his gentle grasp he has on her. She shudders when her bare legs make contact with the cold stone of the countertop. In a protective manner and to keep some of her warmth she wraps her arm around herself, hugs them to her trembling body.

"Baby, look at me. Please open those beautiful eyes." Jake is so close to her she can smell his minty toothpaste and the faint odor of his shower gel but she can't open her eyes, too afraid of what might wait for her when she looks into his face. His hands wander from her waist to her face softly cupping her pale cheeks. A jolt runs through his body when she flinches and tries to hide her face from him.

"Babygirl, we're not gonna hurt you and we're not breaking up with you. Please look at me." The blonde aviator pleads, he needs to explain everything to her. He and Bradley need to explain it to her. His heart is breaking for the young woman in front of him. He knows of her past, knows that she was in an abusive relationship, but with every reaction she shows during a stressful or new situation another piece of the puzzle is adding up, creating a crueler picture of what she survived at the hands of her evil ex.

A warm hand touching her shoulder, she knows this touch. It's Rooster's hand. She always wonders how he can be so gentle with these big hands, hands that only ever brought her love, tenderness and passion.

"Princess, Jakey is right. Please look at us and let me see this foot of yours, you're bleeding. Please let us help you. We've never hurt you and sure as hell never going to in the future. We love you, princess." Bradley's voice cracks at the end a lump forming in his throat, tears threatened to spill out of his brown eyes. If he ever gets the chance to meet this monster that dared to lay a hand on the wonderful woman in front of him, he's going to kill him. With a deep breath he tries to calm himself and once more hide the pure rage he's feeling.

A sob is echoing through the open kitchen and finally the small woman opens her eyes to look at the two aviators who are towering over her. Jake doesn't waste any more time and cradles y/n's head into his broad chest, whispering words of endearment into her ear. Her breathing is increasing and already way too fast.

"Shh, baby. You're safe with us, always. We love you y/n, we love you so much." Slowly rocking her body back and forth, stroking her back and feeling her calm down a bit. The last thing they need right now is her spiraling further down ending in a full blown panic attack.

"I'm so sorry." She breathes out fisting Jake's shirt into her hands to ground herself. "I didn't want to eavesdrop or making a mess. I'm sorry…"

As if on cue Bradley takes a step to his lovers, stroking the smaller woman's back gently.

"Please, princess. Don't apologize. This is not on you. Please let us explain, we're not going to break up. Can I- can I have a look at your foot, it's bleeding really heavy." The brunette pilot explains in a worried voice. He knew that they have to calm her down at first before he can patch her up or even have a closer look on her injury. But when he sees that there's a steady flow of blood dripping from her foot onto the floor he knows he has to stop the bleeding and that fast.

Y/n nods her head and drops her gaze to her injured foot. A whimper tumbles out of her mouth, color immediately draining form her face when she sees the amount of blood on the floor. Her vision becomes fuzzy and wave of dizziness is hitting her. It’s not that she is overly sensitive when she sees blood but the whole situation hits too close to home. The blood drops steadily dripping on the floor, the small puddle that has already been formed, the broken glass, the fear, it all remembers her of the night her ex decided to use a knife against her.

"It's okay. Roo-y is going to help you." Jake tucks her face back into his chest kissing her head softly. He can see her rapid pulse on her carotid and feels her body swaying in his arms.

"Okay, there's no shard in the cut, but I need to bandage it. It's rather deep, but hopefully it will not need stitches. I pack a gauze on it and then Jake will carry you to the couch, so you can lay down when I look for smaller shards and stop the bleeding. Alright my love?" Bradley suggests. He too saw her pale complexion after she had a look at the amount of blood on the kitchen floor and he doesn’t feel any better seeing his love bleeding.

When Maverick requested Rooster to take a young woman in and let her live with him and Jake in their house, he was more than suspicious. Who just lets a complete stranger into their house? And why is Mav so anxious to give that unfamiliar woman a safe place to stay at the base? So after a long conversation Pete finally came out with it and showed Bradley the file the Navy had about her. Of course they had to check her background thoroughly even with Mitchell bailing for the young woman, after all she would work with highly classified data as an IT-specialist. Rooster saw the police report of the fateful night her ex nearly killed her. He saw the pictures the big puddle of blood she laid in. The bloody handprints on the kitchen table where she tried to keep her body upright after the attack. He saw the amount of destruction her ex did on the whole interior of their apartment. He stopped reading in the middle of the police report when they explained her multiple injuries and how she had several old injuries from previous beatings. Nearly every rib in her body has been broken at some point of her life, old and new bruises littered her body. From that day Bradley swore he will do everything in his power to protect this young and beautiful woman.

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Finally laying on the couch with her head in Jake's lap and her legs on Bradley's thighs, slightly elevated to reduce the bleeding further and to gain back some color in her face. The shock of hearing that her two lovers talk about leaving her, the flashback of past memories and the blood loss now fully taking in leaving her drained and slightly nauseous. She fights to keep her eyes open but with Jake massaging her head and Bradley slowly stroking her calves makes it hard for her to stay awake. Before y/n can fully slip into a deep slumber she suddenly startles up with a loud gasp, her heart thundering painfully in her ribcage.

"Work…we have to go, we will be late." In a panic she untangles her leg out of Bradley's soft grip and sits up in a rush.

"Hey easy, Babygirl." Jake brushes his hand over her back gripping her shoulders slightly to prevent her from standing up. All color has left her face once more with her sudden action and her heart beating way too fast from the initial shock.

The brunette pilot cautiously changed his position and sits down on the hardwood coffee table to be directly in front of the panting woman afraid she would fall face first into the table. "We don't have to work today, princess. We called the base that you are not coming in today. With your migraine yesterday Mav even insisted you staying at home today and tomorrow. We all care for you." He tells her while holding both her hands in his stroking softly with his thumbs over her knuckles. His warm brown eyes looking directly into hers.

"But what about you… And- I-…you leaving?" The young woman asks confused in nothing more than a whisper.

Jake places a soft kiss on her temple to let her know that there is nothing to be afraid of. He wants her to be calm and feel safe when they explain to her why they have to leave in two days. Bradley locks eyes with his partner silently agreeing that he will break the news to their girlfriend.

"Princess, Jake and I are going on a mission. We have to teach and train the crew of an aircraft carrier. So, no real war mission, just us playing bad instructor, good instructor." He explained in a light tone winking at Jake who sits beside y/n stroking her thigh which is touching his upper leg.

"You don't break up with me? I'm so stupid… I'm sorry." The young woman looks down in embarrassment. She can't believe how stupid she is. She listened to a conversation and assumed all wrong, destroyed a glass, cut her foot and nearly had a full blown panic attack.

Jake says her name to get her attention, with cautious movements he puts his finger under chin tilting her head. Deeply looking into the eyes he had fallen for a long time ago, he softly kisses her plumps lips. The blonde aviator may look like a cocky bitch to outsiders, like a guy with too much self-consciousness who can't seem to shut up even if his life depends of it, but deep down he's an affectionate lover who wants to show all his love he feels for y/n and Bradley with his actions. He wants her to feel all his love before he uses his words to explain everything further.

"I- I'm sorry for eavesdropping and breaking the glass. I didn't want to make a mess…" She shudders at the thought of the breaking glass. "Ehm, in the past…breaking something always meant that - that he got mad at me. One time, he shoved me into the shards of a broken mug, sliced my entire hand. I bled so heavily that - I must've passed out and when I woke up there was a big puddle of blood… he beat me into a pulp before bringing me into the ER. Telling the doctors and nurses that I fell down the stairs with a mug in my hand." With a wavering voice y/n tells her boyfriends one of her many bad memories. Jake puts his right arm over her shoulders supporting her body with his broad frame. He can feel her trembling and when he takes a look at Bradley he sees the brunette pinching his eyes shut as he wants to get rid of the pictures y/n created with her story.

"The stupid clumsy girlfriend…that what he called me."

Rooster takes her left into his own inspecting the scar from where she had sliced her hand in the past. He places soft kisses in the palm like wants to kiss away her pain. All pain she's ever endured.

"Sweetheart, you're not stupid. You're the most intelligent, beautiful, sweet and sexy woman we've ever laid our eyes on. Of course we're not breaking up with you. We're just out on a small and uncomplicated mission. Like Roo-y said, a bit training here a bit teaching there."

Y/n let's out a sigh they're not really leaving her, even with her baggage they're still loving her. How does she deserve these two?

"When do you have to leave?" She asks while turning her head to look at Rooster.

"We're flying out in two days. Mav said we will be away for roughly two weeks. I'm sorry, princess. We really don't want to leave you here on your own. We will miss you. Jake really wanted to strangle the Admiral."

"I'm going to be okay. Just please come back in one piece, both of you. I- I love you!" She says, breathing the last three words, the most important words of the day. "Can we cuddle, before you have to leave?" The young woman suggests as she batts her eyelashes. Everything is going to be okay and two weeks will be over before she knows.

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With y/n still recovering from her migraine attack the two pilots let her sleep on the couch after she fell asleep cuddled in between her boyfriends. So they make use of the time by preparing their departure. Even if they most likely don't need much if any civvies they have to pack and organize some things.

Small hands sneaking around Rooster's muscular body, bringing him out of his concentration. He turns around and envelopes y/n in a tight and lovely hug.

"I thought Jake and I made ourselves clear when we said that you're absolutely not allowed to wander around in the house with your injured foot." He mumbles against her head while placing soft kisses in her silky hair.

"I missed my boys. I needed a hug. You just sneaked out on me and left me alone on the couch na-" Y/n squeals when the brunette hoists her up with a firm grip on her bum.

"You, my dear woman, will be the death of us." Bradley jokes before he captures her lips in a passionate kiss, nibbling at her plump upper lip, eliciting a breathy moan out the young woman's mouth when he grinds his groin into hers.

Another set of hands sneaks around both of them kissing Bradley and Y/n on their cheeks.

"What did I miss?" The blonde aviator asks in a flirtatious tone.

"Well Lieutenant Commander Seresin, Miss y/ln went against direct orders." Bradley teases in a playful but dangerous tone.

Jake clicks his tongue, bringing his chest flush to the back of the smaller woman who is still clinging to the other pilot. "Miss y/ln, is that the truth? What do we do with such a tease, Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?" His teeth softly grazing and nibbling y/n's sensitive neck, making her squirm in the other pilots hold.

"Well, Seresin. I guess we should think about an appropriate punishment." Bradley whispers seductively when he turns around and lets the woman gently out of his arms and onto the bed, soon following her and laying beside their girlfriend. She protests, missing already the touch of both her men. Jake lets himself plop on the other side of the squirming girl immediately stealing a heated kiss from her already kiss-swollen lips.

@djs8891

@darksparklesficrecs

[hermajestytak]

Sorry for the spam liking do you have any irken biology hcs you could feet us……?

⬆️me looking at you with anticipation

Oh do I ever!

Last time, I went on a tangent on how I think the entire (modern) Irken species came to be, so this time I'll feed you bullet points:

Irken "worm tongues" are meant for lingual luring (luring prey into a predator's mouth by using their tongue as bait). In the real world, you can see this in action in alligator snapping turtles. Irkens used to hunt like this in prehistoric times, but they prefer highly processed food nowadays.

As for the whole herbivore vs omnivore debate, irkens are herbivorous (flat teeth!), but (should) supplement their diets with meat. Fun fact: IRL herbivores aren't as strict as we were taught! Many deer, cows, horses among others voluntarily eat meat when given the chance. However, modern irkens generally see natural meat as disgusting (ESPECIALLY if it's not from Irk, think of all that foreign bacteria!) and will only eat heavily processed fake factory meat.

Irkens have fluoride in their saliva (and naturally minty breath). It's how I justify them eating so much sugar without having to brush their teeth.

Irkens were swamp tree dwellers in their prehistoric era. Their sharp hands and feet were for climbing bark and their green color was for camouflage!

Prehistoric irkens were REALLY small, as in "iguana sized" small. They grew to various human sizes by the time they developed their society because of mating preferences (even their feral lizard brains HATED being small).

Irkens used to greet each other by hooking their antennae and rubbing them (see my antennae post for more on this), but if you do this nowadays, you look extremely weird.

Like the permeable skin of a frog, Irken skin absorbs fluids! This why they use dry "cleansing chalk" in place of soap and why Zim and Tak are extremely sensitive to chemicals in Earth liquids. It's a useful feature for staying hydrated in a moist swamp, but terrible when coming into contact with anything that's not pure natural water.

Of course, a lot of people are only here for the mating/reproduction headcanons, so here's a rundown of natural irkens smeets: they were laid in softshell eggs, but laying these eggs sucked because their increasingly larger heads meant laying larger eggs as they evolved.

[fortheakhirah]

who: @mintharaestermont when and where: the dockyards of kings landing, upon akhirah's arrival to kings landing

akhirah stepped off the gangplank, his boots landing with a dull thud on the uneven wooden pier. the dockyards were alive with chaos—a tangle of sound and motion that pressed in from all sides. gulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and mocking, while merchants barked out prices over the creak of ships swaying against their moorings. the sharp tang of salt in the air mingled with the earthy scent of wet rope and spilled cargo, a far cry from the crisp, open breezes of tarth.

he adjusted the strap of his sword as his dark eyes scanned the crowd. every face blurred into another, the same hurried expressions, the same air of tension that always seemed to hang over king’s landing like a storm cloud. he hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a sudden burst of color and motion caught his attention—a figure weaving through the throng with all the grace of a deer and the subtlety of a charging bull.

akhirah stopped, his jaw tightening as recognition flickered. “i'd be damned,” he muttered under his breath, though the word held no real conviction. the figure closed the distance quickly, darting between sailors and crates, undeterred by the commotion. his shoulders sagged slightly, a resigned exhale escaping him as he squared himself for the inevitable. “m'lady minty,” he said, the name heavy on his tongue, not unkind but weighted with the sort of familiarity that came from years of knowing someone impossible to ignore.

he crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze steady as she skidded to a stop before him, her grin broad and unapologetic. “you’re louder than i remember,” he said, his tone flat but his eyes betraying the faintest glimmer of amusement. she said something rapid-fire, her words a blur in the chaos of the dockyard. akhirah raised a hand, cutting through her chatter; his face one of exasperation. it were only expected, this was the way they always communicated.

“slow down will you? i’ve just stepped off the ship, and you’re making me feel like i'm still swaying.” when she launched into another animated explanation—something about spotting him from across the pier—akhirah shook his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

[abloomsdayy]

sonic dude doodles part 3

[willowbilly]

Life update tag game!

Tagged by @schestokryl 🥰

🎧 last song

Circumstances by Nive Nielsen & The Deer Children.

🖍️ favorite color

Light minty greens; grays; periwinkles.

📚 last book

Really enjoying Sivulliq: Ancestor by Lily H. Tuzroyluke! A lovingly well grounded, atmospheric debut novel that opens in 1893 Alaska in the devastation left by one of the smallpox epidemics, it follows a newly widowed Iñupiaq woman from Tikiġaq, Kayaliruk, and how the life course of her griefstricken family intersects with that of a Black whaler from New Bedford on his first expedition, Ibai, when one of Kayaliruk's young children is kidnapped by Ibai's fellow crew.

🎥 last movie

I finished Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) and have since started Yentl as these films are presently free on YouTube!

🍜 sweet/spicy/savory

Sweet! Or savory! Spicy food usually hurts too much.

💕 relationship status

Single lol

🌐 last thing i googled 

"watch molly of denali"

💓 current obsession

Silna and Goodsir and GoodSilna of The Terror (AMC)! And Iñupiatun and other Alaska Native languages!

🔮 looking forward to

Completing and posting this year's first Terror fanvideo! Eventually!!

Randomly tagging @goddisposez @theyonagoda @oughtnots @consultingzoologist @massgrav @adamnagaitits @spones-in-my-bones @roaldamundsen @rustycoralnipples @fataldrum @slingsandarrowroot @antiela @the-holy-ghosted @aurpiment @innocentiusxiv @cinematicnomad and anyone who wants to do this!!! No pressure ❤

[minty-sweet-art]

I swear I’m normal about Kaufmo!!!! I swear! I swear!!!!!

Warning for video: loud gun bang noise (no guns just sound)

2nd & 3rd one was basically my reaction when I found out sm-baby liked a post that leafy made calling me out for also being a Kaufmo simp like their carnival oc. I still have the photo in my gallery and admire it.

I am in fact a kaufmo simp

I just want him to hold me and make silly jokes while not being a jerk to me. He seems genuinely sweet and so huggable.

My hands can never capture the true perfection of kaufmo but I try my best. Also did linesless art for Kaufmo because it kinda fun to do when it simple

Sentient carnival Minty does not know how to take any complaints from kaufmo. She doesn’t even know why she so nervous and fidgety. She like a deer in headlights

Edit I called leafy a Kaufmo simp it’s actually their oc that the simp.

[mintythyme]

The Oaks Are Alone

Hildy- Literally in a different fuckijg world

Barry- half-elf, moms from a literal different fucking world, contains a eldritch god giving him a god complex

Henry- least chill person in entire community, then become the guy with amnesia who had no nostalgia for anything in a time when that shit was everywhere, then become the dads who’s kids fucking ended the world, and then the dad left alone just because he was too scared of his own father and kids but mostly himself

Sparrow and Lark- I know what you’re saying. “Minty, how are they alone, that’s have each other” BULLSHIT. You can be alone with other people it’s a plaguing state of mind. These codependent fuckos have been isolated just from day one. Twins, so they’re one unit, and then the doodler thing, and then the prophecy, on top of all the being cravers of violence and life and excitement that everyone else seems to find draining and painful

Hero- you’re gonna tell me that being a magically destined child, ‘sent to save the world’ isn’t a lot for a kid? Isn’t enough to make forming new relationships with people who do. Or even don’t know that? You’re gonna tell me that she has a healthy social life being the chosen one who had to murder a deer at 5am last night in the woods and taste it’s blood so she could track it made her good at making friends with the new kid?

Normal- somehow the odd one out in a group of three, four, and especially in five. The fucking teens have three odd ones out and two of them don’t like this (and now unfortunately don’t like each other or themselves) but can’t change it. Isolated for being a mascot, a figure that stands alone, there’s only one mascot. Isolated for being too loud, for being too blunt, for being too stupid. Isolated for being stupid enough to be himself. That’s always their first mistake. Sometimes the last, too.

TL;DR

These fuckers never feel like anyone can relate to them properly even if somebody can *cough cough* the twins *cough cough*

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Two digital drawings of feral versions of a couple fursonas on a white background. The first is a brightly colored fox with tentacle horns and a tentacle tail. Their fur is orange with a green underbelly and paw pads, and their lower limbs, tail, and tips of their ears are purple. The tentacle horns are green and the underside of the fluffy tail is a green tentacle with suckers. They have purple eyes with pale green sclera, purple hair that's swept back, and stretched ears with big purple horseshoe rings hanging from them. The second is a pastel colored deer with periwinkle fur with a yellow underbelly, mint hooves and antlers, and pink hair half-pulled into a ponytail, and a mustache and goatee. They have purple and mint eyes and three pairs of gold earrings, two of which have heart charms. The fox is sitting leaning forward with their paws out in front of them, looking up as if speaking with their tail out behind them, and the deer is sitting more upright with their hooves close together in front of them and their hind legs lifted slightly in the air, a bit silly-like. end ID]

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bad days mean its time to draw your fursonas as cute as pawssible. so have my beloveds, Fiasco and Minty! (both they/them)

[thevalkyriesshadow]

Snippet Sunday Anyone?

The sun was setting low behind the mountains, the trees casting long, dark shadows across my land as I chopped herbs for my poultices by the large double window that overlooked my garden. I left the shutters open, enjoying the chilly autumn air that blew in.

If I was correct, my biannual heat would be making itself known in a few days time…and I was already feeling the onset. Even as I stood relatively still in the light breeze, I could feel my skin heating. Feel the dormant swirl of desire stir. 

I took a deep breath. A minty, sweet smell danced in on the wind. Aster.

But…wait… that flower only smelled when - 

I looked up, my eyes scanning my garden. The asters were planted near the tree-line, adding dashes of color along the gloomy border. Aster only emitted an aroma when crushed. Which meant something was out there. Perhaps a deer stepped on a patch of the beautiful blue flowers, or a rabbit was enjoying a late day snack.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked to the left. And froze.

A figure lay curled in the largest patch of wild blue aster. I couldn’t tell from where I stood if it was an animal or a human…I saw a mother bear and her cubs not three days ago and if that's who was lingering in my garden, I didn’t want to disturb them.

The figure moved. I held my breath as a human male tried to lift himself up from the ground. He shook, unable to do it, and dropped back to the ground with a grunt of pain.

The prologue of Claim Me will publish October 1st on Ao3. Chapters 1-4 will post every Tuesday after. Chapters 5 and 6 will be posted on October 30th and 31st! At least that's the plan! 😅