#moss the lynx

[ravio-rants]

2 for any, uhh I cannot remember what it is but..7 for any, cause it’s my lucky number :smiles:

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

gonna answer this for most of them bc its fun lol

Raide is actually way different than they originally were designed. she used to be a sona, or, my sona (ravio)'s opposite twin thing. i didnt like that idea anymore so i revamped him completely, and ended up mashing together "skull pattern bc its cool" "keep her hair similar" and "colors i like" and ending up with what we have now. oh, her hair actually originally was designed after a spatoon oc i had, and then i Hated drawing the hair so much that i never drew him, so, with my siblings advice, i made them wear a crown that looks similar to his old hair, and her new hair still has similar vibes but is much easier to draw.

Calen actually hasnt changed too much, to be honest. he used to be just an offbrand version of a character i liked from a fandom im no longer in, and because i had already made him kinda my own, i kept him around and changed him into a twili to match Raide. his colors are blue and gold because thats what his colors originally were, and his skin is tinted green because i didnt want All my twili to just be black and white. thats boring.

Vang was the first of the twins to be made, and was also my first twili oc, so she kinda became the outline for them. Her and her brother, Kalt, are supposed to look like siblings, but also look closer to Midna from canon, because they are part of the royal lineage, and i wanted them to match more with the canon looks we are given for twili.

Kalt is vang but to the left, design wise, honestly. they probably looked Very similar, if not identical before she transitioned, but neither of them minds. he has the same hair as The Hero (link from twilight princess) because he looks up to him and wants to be cool. (aka he started as just a twili Link design but i made him my own.)

(all of the twili are actually undergoing mild design changes currently. undecided if some of the new design choices will be part of an au or not, so i wont be explaining them here, since they arent complete yet anyways.)

Hobic the wizard design choices? uh. slutty gay wizard with his tits out. that was the whole design idea. also green. i dont think too deeply about these things, he's entirely a joke character.

The M Crew, Moss, Marble, and Media are actually mostly three colors. green, purple, and orange. Moss is Purple with green clothes, Marble is Green with orange clothes, and Media is Orange with purple clothes. the intent is to make them look fine on their own, but also like a fun group when put together. Media is supposed to look simplistic but kinda punk. (the end result is them looking like a bouncer at a concert but thats okay lol.) Moss is supposed to have a similar outfit to what i usually wear. letterman jacket, combat boots, ripped jeans. Marble.. marble was a struggle and a half and i dont like her outfit at all. she looks like she got a witch costume from spirit halloween and called it good, so i have to fix that.

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

hm. Raide is good at most forms of art. i gave them that skill because im a jack of all trades, and my oc's are almost always an extension of myself. Raide is a good artist in universe because she loves art a lot, and doesnt want to be a royal guard anyway, so why not try Every type of art while he finds out what they want to do? right?

Calen is good at mixing potions, and is pretty charismatic. honestly hes had these since being created so i dont know why he has them. as for in universe explaination: potions are his job, so hes been trained on how to make them(and he Has to know how to make potions.. because they keep him alive..) . charisma is also job related. hes a merchant of many wares (potions are just the ones he makes himself.), so he's gotten pretty good at being charming but honest. it helps people buy his shit.

this got long lmao- and those two are the only ones i could think of answers for quickly(they may or may not be my fav oc's of mine...) so if you wanna ask about other beans feel free!!

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

despite not being super touchy-feely, hornet is the one who indulges moss' requests for uppies the most

[lynxgriffin]

Funny image in my head about the Fun Gang years later:

They're all aged up where it's very noticeable from High School to College to even at their first job, and they all got together to catch up and wind down like the good ol' days. Only catch is: Kris in every image is giving the same expression. From High School all the way to today, every picture taken with Kris is the same deadpan look, when asked why Kris' only response was "I was smiling, see?" as they point to their college picture that doesn't really have anything different, but Kris was very enthusiastic because college moss tastes better then High School moss.

Hence why there's a green smudge on their face in the photo.

But, Kris does make expressions and smile in the game! Susie even notices this if she cheers Kris up after the Spamton Neo fight! Just because we can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist! ;)

That said, I do bet that college moss is better than high school moss and that Kris would appreciate that.

[universalzones]

Freedom Fighters + Extra's (Post Gensis Wave) Icons

123 Antoine D'Coolette Icons Here

43 Breezie the Hedgehog Icons Here

10 Bunker the Tortoise Icons Here

174 Bunnie D'Coolette Icons Here

9 Cinder the Pheasant Icons Here

62 Coral the Betta Icons Here

25 Dulcy the Dragon Icons Here

52 Echo the Dolphin Icons Here

15 Jian the Tiger Icons Here

13 King Puff Icons Here

14 Lupe the Wolf Icons Here

35 Moss the Sloth Icons Here

123 Nicole the Holo-Lynx Here

32 Pearly the Manta Ray Icons Here

18 Queen Angelica Icons Here

168 Rotor the Walrus Icons Here

24 Sonar the Fennec Icons Here

25 Spike the Porcupine Icons Here

26 Captain Striker the Mantis Shrimp Icons Here

14 Trevor Burrow the Mole Icons Here

69 Princess Undina Icons Here

Free to use and edit. No credit needed.

[catboy-autism]

I think I was a cat that lived in a zoo?

[ranboo5]

It's ENDERMAN TIME

[dreamerlynx]

it’s too early to say this bc I still have plenty of work to do but ohhhh I cannot wait to play minecraft again…. last time I played I got myself a sniffer I named darling and I need to get her a friend :)

[the-sunhold-coven]

The Sunhold Coven

This is the writing blog for my WIP, I'll try to update about once every to every other month depending on how long the updates take.

Summary:

It has been over a decade since the plague swept the nation of Korim, claiming folks both young and old, fit and frail. No cure either magical or alchemical could stem the tide. The silent streets were filled with corpses, and the people were scared, searching for an explanation. So their heads turned to those who remained unaffected by the plague, the magic folk of Korim.

Soon all magic folk were persecuted, shifters, nymphs and witches were killed in droves. Now only a few remain.

You are one. A witch.

Traverse the land of Korim in a fight for your survival.

Make new friends and possibly romance one of six companions.

Rebuild the old coven.

Companions and RO's

Alarik:

Alarik grew up on the tales of witches. Self-serving and power hungry with no exceptions is how you were portrayed and that is what he believed. He has always been driven by a need to protect those he around him. The hound that accompanies Alarik is called Lady.

He is a very tall man with an athletic physique. His eyes are the telltale silver of the Witch hunters, and the streak of white in his hair barely visible against the platinum blonde. His features are stern and severe softened only by the stubble on his jaw

Midora:

Midora is a forest nymph with a profound love for all that grows and blooms. Despite having seen the worst of people, she still always chooses to believe the best. She values loyalty and kindness above all else.

Everything about her appearance seems soft, her short and curvy body, her round face and hazel doe eyes. Long oak brown braid fall down to her hips, gradually becoming a moss green. She almost always braids in little flower into her hair, kept alive by her magic.

Felina:

Felina is a feline shifter. Her other shape is that of a lynx. She keeps most at a distance and claims she prefers solitude, but her eyes will soften as she sees something small and vulnerable.

Felina's pale human shape still bares some cat-like features, with sharp amber eyes and button nose framed by her chin length brown hair. She is of average height with lean, ropey muscles.

Caden:

Caden is a lupine shifter, his other form that of a great black wolf. He is a man that struggles to stay silent, his playful manner occasionally bordering on juvenile.

His human form is of average height, muscled and strong. His features are sharp and angular, his yellow eyes almost always lined with kohl, and a mop of wavy black hair atop his head.

???- Unknown

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Links:

Forum post:

The WIP:

https://dashingdon.com/go/16778

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

it flows and it flows and it flows

cw. selfship-coded, f!reader (no specified anatomy), pre-canon, pre-relationship, childhood friend au, reader eats a defined devil fruit, love as sacrifice, denial of feelings + mutual pining, vulture culture mention

pairing. portgas d. ace x black!fem!reader

synopsis. as a hydrophiliac, eating a devil fruit is a horrifying thought. as a pirate, eating a devil fruit is an incredibly dumb decision. you'll gladly embrace the horrors and stupidity to keep your loved ones safe.

notes. the way i planned on writing something else for my next childhood friend au installment but this decided it would be making a cameo first whoops. cover comes from monet's impression, sunrise (1872) it just reminds me of ace.

For its moniker of Faerie Faerie Fruit, it isn’t pretty to look at.

The name itself invokes the imagery of translucent wings, tinkling laughter and pixie dust at your fingertips. The fruit in your hands invokes anything but the aforementioned. No, this fruit seems more akin to invoking something out of your nightmares with its gray and pruny peel. All the more damning is the way the face of the fruit is caved in, like a woman in mourning.

According to the encyclopedia you’d skimmed through, once upon a time, this isn’t even the ugliest the Faerie Faerie Fruit can achieve. That has been allocated to the sickly green Goblin model. Knowing this does nothing to quell how unsettling the fruit in your hands is to look at. A fitting feeling for Model Banshee, the variant of the Faerie Faerie Fruit that had fallen in your hands on this most recent adventure across the Moss Isles.

“You should eat it!” Wallace insisted at dinner with a sharp-toothed grin, holding his keg of beer in your direction. “Then the Spades'll finally have a power holder besides the captain!”

Ace squinted at the good-natured fishman with an offended pout, leaning over as best as he could with Kotatsu on his lap. “So I’m not good enough now, Wallace?” The gray lynx mewed, disgruntled at the movement and Ace settled down. “It’s nice to know how you really feel!” In spite of his words, Ace’s lips were curled into a smile as he snickered. He blended perfectly against the Grand Line’s reddening sky, carmine and vermillion painted against the clouds.

“Won’t it be confusing to have two banshees on the ship though,” you asked with a half-smile in return, nodding in the direction of the strawberry blonde. At the mention of her name, the woman grinned at you impishly.

“Maybe you should sell it to me then,” the ginger nodded in satisfaction at the thought. “Then I really would be a banshee!”

“You want it?” You leaned over with intrigued.

As quickly as she brought it up, Banshee shot it down, “no offense to Ace, but if I’m gonna be a pirate,” she gestured beyond the borders of the Spadille, to the sea itself. “I want the security of knowing I won’t drown if I fall into the ocean.” A chorus of laughter followed as Ace whined that his eating the Flame Flame Fruit had only been an accident. A very unforeseen accident.

In one exchange, you were brought back to square one.

You sigh, unable to help a few chuckles. It’s only luck your time on Sixis Island didn’t result in you losing your ability to swim then when you unknowingly bit into the Flame Flame Fruit. Being the first to bite into it, only Ace received any abilities from it. As much as he hadn’t been prepared to eat the thing, however, you can admit it is an ability that suits him.

Ace is like a flame that draws in anyone lucky enough to notice its glow. You want more and more people to see it and relish the warmth of your friend as much as you do.

That doesn’t mean you want to necessarily join him in the ranks of being cursed to drown should you fall into a body of water. Eat, sell or toss it back into the depths for someone else to discover. Those are the only options for a person who finds a devil fruit.

“You shouldn’t eat it anyway,” Ace told you softly when the conversation moved on to a different topic. “You love swimming.”

You love water as easily as you breathe. It has been one of your best friends since your childhood on Dawn Island.

You remember jumping into crocodile infested rivers.

You can hear Luffy’s sniffles as he clung to you desperately. How Sabo sighed, “Can’t you become one with the water in a way that doesn’t look like you drowned?” How Ace, whose face donned more scowls than smiles at 10, rasped a fist against your head in agreement and ranting all the while.

You recall the cool of the returning tide as you looked for seashells on the beach. Then you’d take each one back to Dadan’s, resting them beside your growing collection of unconventional treasures of mummified paws, empty turtle shells and dissected owl pellets. Seashells and stones were the bones of the sea and earth respectively, your grandfather had told you once, so they belonged with your treasure trove as much as any of your other finds.

I wonder if Dadan’s tossed all that out by now, you wonder vaguely. Well if she does, I hope she doesn’t touch my eggs. Protect ‘em for me, Luffy. You remember the beaming haul of large anaconda eggs you’d painted over after Dadan cracked them open for breakfast. There had been four for each of you.

A yellow egg for Luffy, a red egg for Ace and blue for Sabo before you finally painted one over in your own favorite color. You think Sabo’s egg is the collective favorite of the members of your quartet that remain.

It’s only been 7 months or so since you left your life on Dawn Island but it feels like it has been years. Yet throughout it all, the ocean had been a steady companion.

You love it as an extension of your very being.

And yet…

Sloppily drawn eggs and raucous laughter filling the air when you should have been sleeping flood your mind. Your eyes rest on the creepy fruit resting in your hand once again. You don’t necessarily desire joining Ace and Luffy in the ranks of incurring the disdain of the sea, truly. But-

“Flameo, Hotman,” you say suddenly at the approaching heat and footsteps that announce Ace’s presence before his words can.

Ace grins as he rests his arms on the edge of the Spadille, “how’d you know it was me,” he asks unnecessarily, sea breeze running its invisible fingers through his wavy locks. Your eyes crinkle from how you smile at the sight. 

You nudge him carefully, fingers tightening slightly over the fruit in your hands, “I felt the furnace getting closer and closer.”

Ace snorts, signature grin on his face. It should feel stranger, seeing him smile so much when he tended to frown and furrow his brow constantly when you were children, but it doesn’t. Smiles suit Ace more than any other expression you’ve seen him have in the past. “What are you over here thinking about?” His eyes dart to the fruit in your hands. “Are you gonna throw it back?”

“It certainly crossed my mind,” you admit with a shrug. Maybe if you hadn’t stopped to think about the past, you would have. The fact you hesitated is more than enough of a sign that your heart hadn’t been into the idea. “I changed my mind, though.”

“What does it do anyway?” Ace poked the wrinkly face with a curious finger.

“Banshees are supposed to be some kind of faerie of death,” you think back to your base information you know about the beings the fruit derives its name. “When someone is gonna die soon, they scream and keen to let people know. But that’s about all that’s really known about ‘em. When you think about it, it kinda suits me, huh?” He hums thoughtfully, looking at the thing deeply and you continue on. “Remember when you gave me my first turtle shell?”

The freckled man’s face softens with a nostalgic smile, “Dadan said boys are supposed to give girls flowers not corpses.” You can hear the cranky woman’s voice even now, exasperated at how you excitedly twirled with the item in your hand. She never quite understood your interest in vulture culture but beside the odd complaint, she never discouraged it.

“I thought it was pretty cool,” you snicker in return. “But you probably should default to flowers whenever you find someone you like. I don’t know if they’d be as appreciative as me.” Whoever that person is, they’ll be lucky. You disregard the strange itch in your chest and thoughts of sky blue hair as Ace rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He may think the idea of someone loving him is ludicrous but he’s an idiot when it comes to such notions.

Portgas D. Ace is special and deserves to be loved in a special way. He will be, someday.

With a sigh, you turn so your back is facing the edge of the ship rather than your front. “Anyways,” you divert the topic back to the former. “I have to admit that it’s pretty useful, objectively thinking. There’s a lot of people out there who wanna avoid death like the plague.” Your heart clenches uncomfortably once more, albeit for a reason you can discern.

Ace nods at your words, “it’ll definitely go for a lot when we get to the next island. So try not to accidentally drop it now that you’ve decided you won’t be doing it intentionally.”

“Oh shut up,” you snort but not unkindly.

But he’s right, this would probably go for a shit ton, not that you know how many berries most devil fruit go for on the market. A devil fruit that grants its user the ability to sense death, however, certainly is above the average.

A smile missing a tooth comes to mind and you have to stop yourself from squeezing additional indents into the Faerie Faerie Fruit. The rough hands of your grandfather covering your own as he shows you how hook a worm follows.

Sabo and Grandpa are gone, there’s no bringing them back.

There are people you love who are still here though, your thumb brushes against the face of the fruit. Indented in anguish as it silently screams for the imminent loss of life. You glance at Ace who is content to stare out at the waves carrying the crew to its next destination. You feel yourself smiling again before you can stop yourself, wistful.

You love the water, it’s as easy as breathing. It’s been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

You remember listening with giddy awe to your grandfather recounting how taking you out the bath as a baby was nigh impossible unless the tub was empty first.

You can hear Makino’s panic as you groggily wake up, realizing you fell asleep in the midst of your floating. Your head hung sheepishly as she scolded you, voice uncharacteristically sharp about the dangers of falling asleep in the ocean. “Heaven forbid the sea king was around!”

You recall the shared panic of Luffy falling underneath a lake’s surface, you, Ace and Sabo diving after him in unison.

If you could become the ocean itself, you’d gladly do so and let your limbs dissolve into it and feel the pulse of every living creature residing within.

Another sigh slips from your lips as you look over your shoulder at the sunset-stained gem the Piece of Spadille sails across. I’m really going to miss being in it. You don’t necessarily want the curse eating a devil fruit will bring, but even if you can’t swim in it anymore you will find ways to still enjoy it.

With solidified determination, you bite into the ominous fruit resting in your hands without a second thought.

At your movement, Ace looks in your direction.

His eyes go from inquisitive to as wide as dinner plates in the span of seconds, calling out your name in frantic surprise. “What are you doing?!” Large, freckled hands reach for you and you side step him immediately before breaking into a run. “Spit it out!”

God this tastes awful, you nearly gag but you force yourself to swallow the piece anyway. Hearing heavy boots chasing after you, you bite into the wrinkled fruit once more. Just in case the first bite doesn’t take.

“Um, [First]?” You barely hear Deuce’s confused reaction. “Ace?”

“Can you stop Ace for me? Thanks!” You call back to the masked man.

“Stop her from being an idiot!” Ace shouts after you.

The Masked Deuce smartly decides being neutral is his only course of action. “You guys figure it out! We’ll, uh, we’ll be over here!”

You could squeal from how close he is but you manage to bite into the foul-tasting flesh a final time before warm arms wrap around your waist, preventing further escape. You swallow instinctively.

“[First]!” You pull against how he tries to grapple your possession from your hands. Try as you might, you aren’t able to get a fourth bite in. You squeeze your eyes shut, not that it does much but it does prevent you from seeing what is undoubtedly an Ace with a frown.

“Can’t spit out anything,” you cry before Ace can start that up once again. It is far too late for the man to do anything about your consuming the Faerie Faerie Fruit. “I already bit into the shit three times!”

“But why?!” Ace asks incredulously. 

“Because it’s useful! I’m not giving this sort of ability up!” You stop wriggling, knowing it is redundant when you’ve already done what you’ve set out to do. “I just,” you open your eyes, downcast. “I don’t want to lose anyone else I care about.”

If you were to ever sense Ace or Luffy’s deaths, it will break you. At least you know in those moments, you’ll be able to do something about it. There doesn’t have to be anymore Grandpas or Sabos, not for you. Not if you can stop it. You’ll gladly eat a dozen more Faerie Faerie Fruits if it gives you any ability to keep them safe.

There’s a pause then a groan of resignation as your feet touch the deck again. I guess there’s no point in eating anymore of this, you look at what remains of the fruit. You aren’t sure exactly how it will change you in ways beyond a newly acquired death ping. You resign yourself to eating the rest regardless.

The silence isn’t entirely uncomfortable but it isn’t comfortable either, it just is. There’s nothing else that can be done about your decision.

“You can’t ever take this back, you know,” his voice is soft.

“I know,” you murmur after the last of the devil fruit has been eaten. “I don’t need the ocean like that anyway.” You will find new ways to enjoy it. Finally you turn to look at the man who has been your closest friend since you were 10. You were practically family. Family, that’s right. Family looks out for each other. You are going to look out for Portgas D. Ace whether he likes it or not, you promised yourself this after you met Old Man Naguri.

Even as Ace looks at you with equal parts acceptance and sorrow on your behalf, you think the sacrifice is worth it. It’s bitter but the sweet in your chest outweighs it.

“That’s one more thing we have in common,” you try to lighten the mood. “Paramecia and Logia differences aside.”

Ace sighs but he gives you a snicker of courtesy, “I would have been fine with us not having this in common.”

“Eeeh, you’ll get over it.” I’ll get over it, you chuckle, turning back to face the horizon. The sun’s almost been swallowed entirely by the sea and there are more things dotting the sky than you remember there being a few minutes ago. Your eyes widen at the ghastly image of whales swimming through the skies as if unaware their time has passed many moons ago.

Whales, stingrays, sharks and unidentifiable fish as far as you can see.

A silent procession across the Grand Line only for your newly acquired eyes. It almost makes you want to cry.

“Is everything alright,” Ace draws you back in, eyebrows knit in concern.

You wonder if Grandpa and Sabo’s ghosts are gallivanting about Dawn Island.

“Yeah.”

[silkenwinger]

lightning crashes

yellowjackets lite, post plane crash (and post getting shot) johnny soap mactavish x reader.

part three. read on ao3

You watch them disappear into the dark wood, Oliver heading the group with the other two flanking him. The forest swallows them whole after a few moments. 

The remaining people at camp keep doing their tasks, this weird normalcy among the abnormal recent events of your lives. Carving out a good piece of wood, to make a bowl, a spoon or a figurine, like the ones in grandmother’s house. Cleaning the fish from any bones, stringing apart the lean meat until only fine strings remain. Obsessively stoking the fire, fearing its quenching like the vestals of old Rome. And cleaning the weapons, even more than once a day. 

You watch Johnny use the thin rod to clean the barrel with an ease given by his experience. While indeed spartan, the previous owner of the house you’re squatting in right now at least knew something about guns, and kept a wide range of accessories to clean them. Solvents and brushes almost outnumbered the amount of food supplies in the cupboard, which was very demoralizing to a starving you when you opened it. Thankfully you know someone who can make use of them.

Johnny sits removed from the group, but not too far, gun pointed towards the void as he works. It’s like a ritual for him: a moment of peace from the nervous chatter, the petulant snipes, the despair in the eyes of others. His head hurts at times too, ghosts of war peeking their way through– he’s good at hiding the pain, but you’ve been attached to the hip for so long now you’ve picked up a lot of his microexpressions. Still, he looks peaceful now, back to you, straight but relaxed, never hunching. It’s now more than ever that he registers as a different entity than the rest of you: a warrior among plebs. For all his joking and protectiveness, you can catch a glimpse of his true nature under the mask. A chaser, someone who stays put the way a lynx waits for its prey. Not a bystander. His reasons for not spearheading the mission-like expedition must run deeper than five scary minutes in the forest.

For the rest of the morning you do little. Check the rudimentary traps close to the cabin (empty, all of them), try to tend to your hair as you can in a small moment of vanity that ends when you remember the remaining shampoo is so little, the less you touch your hair with your hands the less it gets dirty. In the afternoon, you sneak out, almost like a teenager leaving their room on the sly, to do something. Anything. Once the first, unending period of fear ended, and once the hope diminished, as well, boredom started sitting on your bones. On everyone’s, you think. So you keep yourself sane by walking, and doing stuff with your hands. If you find food, even better. There comes a time when hunger is so strong and powerful your limbs can’t move, and you don’t want to reach that point. Ever. 

You make your way through a patch of woods where you’ve previously found some mushrooms (still unidentified, but that you dried and put in a container just in case), the opposite side of where the trio went. Sniffling, you look beneath the plants for any similar luck, moving stems and branches away: but you find only mud and moss. You run your hand on the bark of a fallen tree full of the latter, the touch pleasing and soft. If you close your eyes, and try really really hard, you can visualize the texture of a couch, or a velvet chair, your home or another one. You store the thought in the corner of your mind where the hope resides.

More rustling and checking among the shrubs, and you finally find something worth your time: a bush of blackberries. Exhaling a breath of joyful surprise, you start to pick as many fruit as you possibly can, knees propped on the damp ground. The blackberries are smaller than commercial ones, of course– and you hope their seeds aren’t too big, but beggars can’t be choosers. Halfway through, though, you reckon you probably shouldn’t pick them all in a sitting. Patience and restraint are the key to surviving hardships, and gobbling a new resource the day you found it just feels wasteful. Plus, you will have to share with the others.

At the very start, some had argued everyone should hunt and gather their own food. The extremely individualistic idea never went anywhere: there wasn’t a weapon for everyone, and hunting could also be fruitless for days. At the end, re establishing a minimum of social structure among strangers was the chosen way of living. Everyone contributed with what they could do: and if they didn’t know how to do anything, they learnt from someone who could. You’d taught Martha and a few others the basics of foraging, and a few ways to store food (even though the resources’ limitations made it a challenge). Johnny had taught some not only how to shoot but also how to hunt. When asked about it, he said it just came naturally to him, and there was little difference for him in hunting a stag from hunting a man inside a forest.

Making sure to hold the bag carefully so you don’t smash any fruit inside, you start to make your way out of the woods. There are two landmarks you’ve kept in mind: the fallen tree covered by moss and a big rock just at the start of where the woods start to clear. The sun is still out, but evening falls quite fast here: the moment the sun starts to go down, it’s only half an hour before the sky becomes dark enough not to see further than your feet. You grab a couple of blackberries to munch on as you walk back. 

When you reach the camp again, everyone is huddling around the fire. You can’t see Johnny, though, and it sends an unpleasant spark up your back.

“How’s Aurora?” You ask Martha.

“Way better. Stood up and had a walk before. Where were you?” She asks, tone curious. The light of the fire makes her blonde hair look a lovely amber shade.

The loud, sharp noise of something slamming almost makes your soul leave your body.

“Bonnie! Where the hell were ya!” Shouts Johnny, who apparently was just inside the cabin. You release a breath, and scanning his body, you notice he changed from the morning. He’s wearing that one black sleeveless shirt… Around his neck hang his binoculars, lenses shining. You'd always find it peculiar, how he just had those in his baggage, but after all there's a lot you don't know about him. Maybe he was checking for Oliver and the others?

“I found these,” you tell the group showing them the blackberries. There’s a collective “woo” and “nice”. Johnny leaves the doorstep, and the view of him immediately reaching for you flips your stomach. You smile at him while he walks right next to you, his face pointing towards your bag.

“Want some?” You ask him with a smile, tilting the sachet towards him. Eyes pointed towards the inside, he brushes his arms against yours as he picks a blackberry, fingers almost too big in comparison to the small spheres. He throws one in his mouth with a fluid gesture, and smugly smiles at your slightly impressed expression while he chews.

“Where exactly did you find them?”

“A little past that bit,” you answer, pointing to where you came from.

He hums. Johnny is not the type to pick plants (he could if he needed, but why do it when there’s other people who only know how to do that?) so you don’t know what he will do with that, but if it helps him organize his mental palace, who are you to deny him the information?

You spend the evening sitting at the fire with the others. Everyone gets their share of blackberries, and in return you get some edible flowers and a bit of fish. You would still be starving in normal circumstances, and you do feel a small, almost imperceptible ping; but your stomach and expectations have been restrained, changed, and you don’t suffer as much as you did the first days. 

“And I remember thinking a month or so after, “I should have just gone ahead and told on him”, but in hindsight, everything is easier,” Martha finishes her story, legs crossed. You nod, sipping on water. You brush your knee against Johnny’s almost by accident, almost on purpose. While his eyes were distracted and unfocused a second ago, they seem keenly sharp now as they watch you.

“Should we try planting the little fruit seeds?” Asks Joon, an enthusiastic, if not a bit clueless young man.

“Are you saying we should play farmers? I want to be out of here before the plant can bloom,” mutters Luca, another survivor.

People say their own piece about trying to cultivate, and whether it’s a useless waste of energy, especially now that autumn approaches. 

Meanwhile, Johnny keeps staring at you. It would be uncomfortable in any other situation, you think, a man just keeping his full attention on you. Almost stifling. You look away first, not out of proper embarrassment, but more out of common courtesy towards the people around you. Johnny is far from done, though.

He makes his move when you’re all laughing from a witty banter between Martha and Henry. You can’t even move away from where you’re leaning against his body that he scoops you up in his arms to put you on his lap. You’re so startled and still chuckling that you almost fall face forward in the fireplace, but he grabs you by the neck of the shirt and pulls you against his chest. Breathless, you turn to see his face filled with so much tenderness it sobers you quickly. 

You’ve been feeling so alone. He makes everything better: not only surviving in a physical sense but also mentally, spiritually. Both a tether to the world you come from and a sure thing in hard times like this.

You’re not going away without him.

Linking your arms around his neck, you settle your body so that you can face the others. Your face is on fire, you can feel the blood pooling over; but to your surprise, no one is staring at you and Johnny, like you being in his lap is no big thing.

You run your nails against his arm as another banter session starts.

It must have been an hour outside when it starts to drizzle, little raindrops shifting to bigger ones. Everyone rushes to put most things inside– when it rains, it rains hard, and no one wants their clothes or food spoiled by water of all things. You slide off Johnny’s lap remorsefully and as an apology you pet his hair, almost like you would a cat. He leans happily into it for the one second it lasts.

A brief question strikes your mind– what about Oliver and company? But by yourself you reason they’ll be covered by the high trees.

A thunder wakes you during the night, flash of lighting appearing on the darkness of your eyelid. It’s still raining, heavy water passing through the rudimentary gutters and no doubt flooding the outside corners of the cabin. Beneath the sound of the rain, though, you hear the door opening and closing softly. That wakes you completely. Who in their right mind goes outside with this weather? You think it could be someone who has to go about their business and doesn't want to wake up everyone using the (rudimentary as well) toilet. But still, you will try to wait for them to come back. 

You wait. Still, they do not come back inside. You’re starting to worry now, and even if the rain has ceased to fall as hard as before, you worry they might have fainted or lost their way. You get up and avoid the sleeping bodies on the ground to grab the holy, almost untouchable flashlight on the table. It’s supposed to be used only on emergencies, and the grand council, now attended by just you, has decided this counts as one.

You light it up as you’re near to the window to try and look out of it, but it’s too small to really catch more than what is just outside. You cross over to the door and open it, not yet closing it back as you try to look in front of you. When you hear a sleepy mumble lamenting the cold, you close it behind you. Walking right next to the cabin, hand on the wall to guide you, you keep pointing the flashlight towards the forest, but you can’t see anyone. Starting from the ground, you make several horizontal swipes, trying to catch as much as you can. You circle the whole house, becoming more and more anxious and alert to any and every sound, but you can’t hear anything but the remaining trickling of water. Turning the last corner of the cabin, your light painting finally illuminates a back, and the rush of panic that runs through is so pure it’s a wonder you don’t scream. It’s extinguished in a second, though.

“Johnny! What the fuck are you doing outside?!” You whisper yell to him, and if he’s surprised, he has no external reaction. He turns to look at you as if he was watching a match on tv and not the dark forest at night as it rains. Like this is a very normal thing to do. And God, he’s soaked! Isn’t he cold?

“Thought I would check if they were back on their way,” he says simply, and you almost make a sad, cooing sound in empathy. It’s weird, though. You could have sworn he didn’t really care about them. And it’s been less than a day. Whatever could they have accomplished, even walking for hours? But tired as you are, you don’t really vocalize all of that.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” you sigh, “and they don’t want you getting ill for them. Come inside,” you plead.

He grins a bit too wide.

“Sure thing, love.”

Days pass. There’s this push and pull with Johnny, your own will-they-won’t-they skewing decisively towards will-they, but you’re somehow pushing it back, too. Besides his weird surveillance methods, Johnny is still flirty and touchy-feely, and you’re crushing so hard on him you just want him to not fall sick over worry. You’d like to have a really private moment with him, too, but it’s not happening. Not as the nights pass and there’s no sign of the three men that left, and everyone is growing extremely jumpy and scared.

And the paranoia only erupts when you find George’s ratty shirt by the river one morning.

[pitruli]

One Piece - Warrior Cats AU, but it's a post-apo world with cats playing pirates to replace humans; here's the strawhats first!

Finally made small clean designs of the ideas i had for months haha- Not sure who i'll make next but there's so many characters i want to draw as cats hehe (i can take suggestions)

got some notes under cut

Monkeydawn: can't remember why i made him a colour point- Warrior cat names are a pirate thing, and Dawn is exclusive to the Ds. The ribbon is basically the strawhat here, given by Redscar (i didn't like the look of hats on cats-). Leader of Strawclan but he's bad at names so everyone named themselves

Mossthorn: gray oriental cat. Formerly named Thorn the Fox, Moss is a joke from Snail but also his favorite colour so- He's Clan deputy and a knife wielder, the harness is to keep them on his back.

Waveberry: long hair calico cat. Formerly named Wave, and was Wavestorm in the fishcats' clan. Berries are still a currency here but it sounded better than trying to fit Tangerine in her name. First warrior of the clan and terrain painter. Oh and there's Cloudstar too (names in -star are deities names)

Pebbleflight: black tabby cat. Formerly Pebble and had too many ideas for his pirate name. He grows poisonous plants for projectiles. Wanted as Flyingspark and then Pebblestar (he also has a star on his forehead like WC leaders have in fanarts!)

Snailswirl: Turkish van. Snail is a name he was given by Redleg (such a joke for a french cook but i love it), and Swirl is a joke from Moss. He's both a warrior and a med cat, his cooking experiments helping with faster recoveries.

Antlerfall: Neko no mi, model: lynx. Was named like a pirate by med cat Cherrytree, as his antlers disappear in his full lynx form. He's actually taller than most of the crew in all his forms. The one and only med reindeer !

Ravenbloom: russian blue. Went by the name Newmoon in Baroque Works, and is wanted as "Devilkit". She took back her childhood name Raven when joining the clan. Six legged most of the time because come on it's useful. Studies the extinction of humans (the existence of humans is still to be proven)

Blueflame: blue Mainecoon. Formerly named Littleflame, and renamed Blue by Iceberg, mixed both names when joining the crew. Lost his tail and badly injured his paws in the train accident, so the cyborg part is more like an exoskeleton. And hey, being six legged is fun. Assigned builder of the crew.

Whalesong: Siberian cat. Had his name from the black and white pattern of his fur making him look like an orca, and it fits with Laboon! So yes he is wearing his own fur because of course. His soul form also look like a typical starclan spirit fanarts, and starclan is an old pirate legend here.

Sharkstrike: fishcat! I'm so close to make a whole speculative evolution project about fishcats, but basically, they are cats if they had taken the same evolutionary path as whales. He's not a shark, he's still "just" a cat, but most fishcats are named after sea creatures.

[z0mbiew00d]

Life series hybrid headcanons I really like that aren’t the main headcanon for each charachter

Cleo:

Mainly a zombie, but I really adore mouse Cleo. It’s kinda random and obscure but I was just throwing things at the wall with random hybrids ages ago for those hybrid swap posts and came up with mouse Cleo and now she’s one of my fave hcs ever.

Scar:

Mainly a vex, but I see him as a moobloom. The flowers are related to each season, Third Life being lilacs, Last Life being poppies, Double Life is cornflowers, limited life I’m not sure on, Secret Life is sunflowers, real life he’s a mooshroom, and Wild Life it’s bamboo.

Pearl:

This one’s hard because the main one is definitely moth, but wolf is too popular to put as my “uncommon headcanon” so imma go with cat. Cat pearl is really funny to me, especially in the context of Double Life. Kitty in charge of a pack of wolves, peak humour.

Martyn:

Another tricky one but this time because there’s no real commonly agreed on headcanon for him from what I’ve seen. Everyone really makes him a human or some random hybrid. Personally I usually see him as a phantom hybrid (I could ramble about phantom Martyn for ages <3 I love him <33) but also cat Martyn is super fun, especially in Secret Life. He also just has wet cat vibes.

Etho:

I see arctic fox Etho or eldritch being Etho the most, but personally I see him as a snow lynx. I just think it fits him and it looks good with his white hair. Also snow lynx in a white castle in Third Life then the snow fort in Last Life? It fits so good imo.

Jimmy:

Canary Jimmy is obvious the most common one, and I totally understand why, but with the canary curse being gone it’s opened my eyes to breeze Jimmy. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I thought about hybrids for him, and I think it’s such a cool concept. It also matches with Tango in Double Life, blaze and breeze, I love it. Begging y’all to see my vision here.

Lizzie:

Fairy Lizzie is the common one, and tbh it’s mine too, but my uncommon hc for her is cat! (Wow there’s a lot of cats on this list it’s almost like they’re my fave animal-). She’s skittish, cute, awkward at times, but can be incredibly deadly when she feels like it and locks in. Also empires season 2 reference ;3

BigB:

This is same as Martyn, there’s no popularly agreed headcanon for him, but I guess I’ll use creaking since it got super popular from Wild Life, but I’ve not seen it much outside of Wild Life. My rare headcanon for him is curly haired mouse! I don’t have a lot of reasoning for this one I just think it’s cute.

Tango:

Everyone’s seen blaze Tango, it’s the universal headcanon by everyone, but holy shit bee Tango is so fun. That one post about it has blown my mind, he’s so cool. Angry lil bee. I love him.

Scott:

Scotts a tricky one (again) cause like the others there’s no super common one, but I see him with pointed ears a LOT so I guess elf is the main one. My rare hc for him is unicorn, which is so insane to me that that’s rare. It’s so obvious?? It’s so perfect???? Why do people not see the vision…

Mumbo:

Vampire Mumbo is obviously the most popular one and again it’s my normal hc for him but bat Mumbo is my guilty pleasure. Not vampire bat, just bat. He’s got lil bat wings and lil fangs, he has those claw hook things on his inner wrists. He’s just a lil guy. I love him <3

Skizz:

I don’t watch Skizz much but from fanart I’ve seen him as an angel the most. I really like angel Skizz and it’s probs my main hc for him, but butterfly Skizz <3 he’s so silly. Huge buff scarred man screaming LETS DANCE at you and then he’s got huge butterfly wings. What a guy!

Bdubs:

Obviously moss/glare is the common one, and mine too, but holy shit sniffer Bdubs. Please. Looks super similar in design but I think him impulsively finding flowers and plants for Impulse and Etho and Cleo and such is super funny.

These nexts ones were REALLY hard, I struggled to think of something for these ones cause I see them so strongly as the popular ones.

Joel:

He doesn’t necessarily have an agree upon one other than bug but I can’t use ogre as the rare one cause I feel like that’s also super popular. I don’t really like tiger Joel all that much personally so that can’t be my rare one so idk 😭. Fairy I guess, matching with fairy Lizzie. Also it’s funny that he’s this scary evil guy, and then he’s sparkly and has fairy wings.

Gem:

Deer and fox are the popular ones and honestly it’s perfect I wouldn’t change a thing. There’s nothing here that can be improved upon, it’s perfect.

Grian:

Grian is so avian I can’t think of anything else, he’s just a fuckass bird. What do you want from me /lh! Also Watcher obv.

Ren:

Okay what do you want from me here. He’s a dog, he’s a wolf, he’s renDOG. What am I supposed to do here. Anything else doesn’t fit 😭😭!! I couldn’t come up with something for him. He’s just a dog.

Impulse:

Same as Ren, he’s IMPulse what do ya want me to do LMAO. I did see cow Impulse once and I think that’s really cool so I guess that’s my rare one for him ;3

[nothumannonsense]

HELLLOOOOOO NONHUMAN TUMBLR

I am here with! my! sideblog for all my therian and otherkin nonsense!!

You can call me Kit, Storm, Creature/Cree (fav!!), Shadow, Cryptid

also God/Goddex, Birdie, orr basically any theriotype/kin related name hehe but the prev ones i prefer more

Pronouns? Any but she including moss/mosself, paw/pawself, rain/rainself, xe/xir, ze/zir, ve/vir, and most type-related nounselfs.

Theriotypes!

North American Red Fox [foggy pine wood hearthome]

Harpy Eagle [tropical rainforest hearthome]

Black Wolfdog (Black Wolf + German Shephard [subrural hearthome] {SERVICE DOG}

Eurasian Lynx [rocky montane sparse woods hearthome]

Theiromythic Enfiend [grassy fields/mixed broadleaf forests hearthome]

Strongest to Weakest: Fox, Wolfdog, Eagle, Lynx, Enfield

Kins!

Divinekin (angel + diety) [clouds and space heart home] {naturevoid?}

Shadow Cryptidkin [alley/dark area hearthome]

Shapeshifterkin [no specific hearthome. Nomadic?]

placekin (abandoned circus) [i am my own hearthome]

OC fictionkin/fictionflicker

faekin [misty wood hearthome]

denki kaminari fictionkin

Strongest to weakest: cryptid, shapeshifter, divine, oc + denki, fae, place

Other!

MHA fictionflicker: hitoshi shinsou, himiko toga

Jester/clown archaetrope?

aldernic + constellic

moth otherhearted

snake otherhearted

strongest to weakest: mha, snake, moth, archaetrope

All together S to W: Fox + Cryptid, Shapeshifter, Wolfdog, Eagle, Divine, Lynx, MHA + oc + Denki, Enfield, fae + snake + moth, place, archaetrope

About me!

I like rain and storms and hot drinks and nests and flying

I have some memories of past lives, specifically fox, eagle, deity, and cryptid.

CHIMKEN

I bite

My tag system!

barking - just chatting! posts by me!

chirping - reblogs i make notes on (tags or text)

screeching - silent reblogs, tagged and no notes

preens - asks! by me, answered!

preened - asks! by others, answered by me!

howling - kin/type updates!

scratching - mentions/tags by me!

pawing - mentions/tags by others!

mud - art!!

sticks - images and such

[lynxgriffin]

Imagine if the moss in Eldritchrune was somewhat sentient

Yes EAT ME, let me live inside the

I can provide many benefits in exchange for safety

Idk I just like the idea of moss being that is parasitic because it’s to weak or smth

While there's lots of things that are weird or off in the Dark World, I'm not sure what sorts of benefits sentient moss would get from this arrangement! Unless it's just really, really dedicated to helping perpetuate that cycle.

[saturniasxenos]

Nature / Flora ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Nature, Flora, Flowers, Trees, and anything alike!

This is my 3rd NPT pack! 💜 I hope you find what you are looking for. I try to add as MUCH content as possible, so even if you don't find it, you can have an idea! (I'm still not the best at titles...)

🍀 Pronouns:

Flo/Florae/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Flo/Flora/Floral/Florals/Floralself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Le/Lea/Leaf/Leafs/Leafself

Tre/Tree/Trees/Trees/Treeself

Wo/Woo/Wood/Woods/Woodself

For/Fores/Forest/Forests/Forestself

Na/Natu/Nature/Natures/Natureself

Clo/Clove/Clover/Clovers/Cloverself

Pla/Plan/Plant/Plants/Plantself

Bi/Bio/Bios/Bios/Bioself

Mo/Moss/Mossy/Mosses/Mossself

Gra/Grass/Grassy/Grasses/Grassself

Ec/Eco/Ecos/Ecos/Ecoself

Fun/Fung/Fungi/Fungus/Fungiself

Mush/Mushro/Mushroom/Mushrooms/Mushroomself

Al/Alga/Algae/Algaes/Algaeself

Ea/Ear/Earth/Earths/Earthself

Ju/Jung/Jungle/Jungles/Jungleself

Pi/Pin/Pine/Pines/Pineself

Ta/Tai/Taiga/Taigas/Taigaself

So/Soi/Soil/Soils/Soilself

Gre/Gree/Green/Greens/Greenself

Dru/Drui/Druid/Druids/Druidself

Fai/Fair/Fairy/Fairys/Fairyself

Ge/Geo/Geos/Geos/Geoself

Ro/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Spri/Sprin/Spring/Springs/Springself

Su/Sum/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Tro/Trop/Tropical/Tropics/Tropicalself

Wi/Wil/Wild/Wilds/Wildself

Wil/Wilde/Wilderness/Wilderness/Wildernessself

Gar/Gard/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Bir/Birc/Birch/Birchs/Birchself

Oa/Oak/Oaks/Oaks/Oakself

Spru/Spruc/Spruce/Spruces/Spruceself

Oa/Oas/Oasis/Oasis/Oasisself

Ri/Riv/River/Rivers/Riverself

La/Lak/Lake/Lakes/Lakeself

Ra/Rai/Rain/Rains/Rainself

Wi/Wint/Winter/Winters/Winterself

Fro/Fros/Frost/Frosts/Frostself

Fa/Fall/Falls/Falls/Fallself

Au/Autu/Autumn/Autumns/Autumnself

🌲/🌲's

🍀/🍀's

🌸/🌸's

🌿/🌿's

🌱/🌱's

🌳/🌳's

🌵/🌵's

🍃/🍃's

🌻/🌻's

🌹/🌹's

🌧/🌧's

☀/☀'s

❄/❄'s

💨/💨's

💧/💧's

🌸 Titles:

Preserver of The Forest

(X) Who Nurtures

Born From The Forest

Guardian of The Forest

Dancer of The Desert

(X) Who Guards The Oasis

Child of The Trees

Floral Founder

Seeker of The Leaves

(X) Who Dances With The Petals

Druid of The Land

Wings of The Forest

Nurturing The Land

Nurturer of The Forest

Nature's Guardian

Child of Mother Nature

Guardian of Mother Nature

Raindrop on The Leaf

Dancing in The Wind

Guardian of The Crops

Child of The Nymph

The Water Dancer

The River Traveler

🍃 Names:

Fem: Azalea, Aurora, Aster, Bellatrix, Belladonna, Blossom, Coral, Calla, Camellia, Dahlia, Daisy, Dawn, Dove, Dandelion, Ember, Flora, Floria, Giselle, Heather, Holly, Ivy, Jade, Juliet, Jasmine, Luna, Lunar, Lotus, Lily, Lilac, Lavender, Magnolia, Marigold, Meadow, Moon, Maple, Nova, Opal, Petunia, Poppy, Plum, Primrose, Paisley, Rosamund, Rose, Rosa, Rainy, Raine, Stella, Summer, Thea, Violet, Verna, Vine, Willow, Zinna,

Masc: Acacius, August, Arthur, Acorn, Arno, Aire, Beckett, Bear, Birch, Cedar, Cliff, Clay, Corvus, Clayton, Cove, Canyon, Callum, Caspian, Dune, Dylan, Elwood, Finn, Fielder, Falcon, Fox, Forest, Florian, Flint, Griffin, Hunter, Jasper, Jonah, Kai, Leo, Luan, Lennox, Micah, Oliver, Quill, Oscar, Orson, Roscoe, Rainier, Rhodes, Reed, Ronan, Rowan, Spruce, Sol, Thorne, Thorn, Wilder, Winter, Weston,

Neu: Arbor, Ashton, Ash, Agate, Autumn, Aspen, Bay, Berry, Barley, Brae, Bryony, Basil, Brooks, Bourne, Cereus, Clover, Crow, Cypress, Chamomile, Everest, Eden, Fawn, Farley, Finley, Frost, Fern, Foxley, Hazel, Harper, Hyacinth, Iris, Juniper, Jay, Jett, Koa, Krow, Lake, Leaf, Lynx, Oakley, Nightshade, Onyx, Orion, Olive, Pike, Pepper, Prairie, Phoenix, Robin, River, Raven, Rye, Scout, Sage, Stone, Sable, Snowden, Storm, Thistle, Wolf, Wolfe, Wulfwynn, Wren, Zen, Zev, Zephyr,

🌲 Genders:

Natureserenic - a gender related to spending your days in the middle of nowhere inside your cottage overgrown with nature, cats, dogs, and peacefulness.

Rotgrowth - A gender that has a deep connection to the idea of new plant life growing out of dead, rotting, decaying bodies such as animals and humans.

Vancouldian - a gender related to tall evergreen trees blowing in the wind against a cloudy sky

Regenderation - A gender connected to all things related to regeneration and growth. Medicine, nature, the life aspect, shades of pinks and greens, etc.

Mouanipre - a gender connected to baby animals, daisies, wildflowers, flower crowns, soft grass, meadows, fawns, bunnies, lambs, soft fur, sleepy baby animals, pastel colors, and cute baby animals resting in soft meadows.

Heliangender - a gender related to, affected by, or connected to sunflowers.

Convolvulaceaeic - A gender that has a deep connection to the Convolvulaceae Family of flowers.

Naturegender - Gender relating to nature/plants

Asteraceaeica - gender that has a deep connection to the Asteraceae Family of flowers.

[keeyo7]

Hey everyone! I hope you’re doing well! It been a while but I was asked to post selfies a few times by some wonderful people. Thank you @moss-wizard @a-girls-desiresnstuff @eckspress @chubabub and @heyitsish!

Honestly things have been tough the past few months and everyday is still a lot. I’m thankful to the friends and family that have been helping me through it! Tuesday was my first birthday without my dad and it was tough but I still had a really good day. Here’s a couple of random selfies and a couple from a dodger game I went to with my friends. Thank you all for reading this far if you have haha

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