#nom nom flower

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

An ask for moon

Whats your favorite flower to eat from? Or if you've tried human food whats your favorite kind?

Both Moon and Sun are knowledgeable of and enjoy nibbling on certain flowers that grow in their forest. They avoid ones by human roads and houses due to pesticides and such.

[nocturnal-stims]

The adorable (but sadly critically endangered) wild European hamster

🥜 julianradwildlife on IG

[guineapiggies]

Via florencia_rabbit

[pastille13]

Привет! Вижу，вы посетили мой профиль… Не против узнать немножко о его владельце? Да? Чудесно．

Добро пожаловать в один из русских профилей пользователей тамблера.. Приятного чтения。(｡>﹏<｡)

Зовите меня Камаз/Олег/Нина или, если вам так удобно, по нику.

Я не против, чтобы подписчики давали мне прозвищ. Так что... Делайте, что пожелает ваша душа. Главное-не обидные..

Мои местоимения она/он, учтите это при разговоре с моей персоной.

Я обычная девушка, но из-за прозвищ привыкла использовать мужские местоимения. Пожалуйста, без насмешек о том, что я трансгендер или вроде того..

У меня есть партнер. Поэтому... На всякий случай, упомяну о его существовании.

Просто бывает, что люди, не зная о его существовании, могут приставать ко мне. Это и так не очень красиво.. Впрочем, неважно.

На данном аккаунте можно будет увидеть рандомный контент по номномнами и другим фандомам.

Также я люблю эстетику, оформления и прочее, так что, возможно, буду делать всякие оформления.. Посмотрим. (´⌒｀;)

Я состою в фандомах номномнами и данганронпа.

Есть много других фандомов. Конечно, мои познания не ограничиваются на двух, но... Я не думаю, что это нужно указывать. Вы в любом случае сможете найти ответ на этот вопрос, обозревая посты.

Я увлекаюсь созданием контента по типу фк, аватарок, обоев итд. Ещё рисованием, немножко психологией.

Хобби не так много, но этого вполне хватает для жизни. Тем более, если учитывать домашние обязанности, учёбу и времяпровождение с друзьями..

Я isfj 9(926) w 1 fleg-mel и я кинню Флаттершай, Ноэлль, Гань Юй, Пастиля, Шарлотту (всë не помню, перечисляю частично) (´∧ω∧｀*)

Ну что ж, на этом, пожалуй, всë. Спасибо за ваше внимание. Приятного проведения времени на моём канале :)

Здесь будут теги, которые я буду использовать:

[jenfoundabug]

This fly has evolved specifically to punch flowers with its snoot. American snout fly (Rhingia nasica) Northeastern Pennsylvania, US

[larisochka-nya]

Yeah, Periwinkle

[indieyuugure]

You get flowers for being cool :D

Aw, thank you ^v^

[textless]

[krissiefox]

Twilight mopes and eats some flower petals.

[mercenarymage]

"Hugh?"

They had already realised they miss him, earlier, when he is not around. Worry, deeply, like they do for anyone they pledge themself to in one way or another. Sometimes, it's rough prods in the ribs, teasing and affectionate. Sometimes it's yelling at eachother in a drafty old house, affection in worry again. Either way, it is an unspoken 'please don't go', a roundabout 'let's go home'.

Softly, then louder. "Hugh. HUGH!"

They've developed a limp to favor their right leg in the past hours of hell on earth— Between injury, between flight, between being too restless-anxious to actually rest, heart beating an enduring staccato against the cage of their chest. their own vulnerability is barely a thought— It's in this incessant, uncertain searching that they realise that the certainty of who is gone and who remains that Araphen instilled in them was a fucking blessing in comparison.

One more certainty: Hugh is here. Hugh is here. They run to him wiithout a second thought, hurling themself against him, irreverent of whatever angle he's standing at, and knocks their head hard against his shoulder, and stills. They'd scoured every stone of this goddamn shelter and finally found Hugh.

Found lavender-night, violet-bright, russet-stone, snow and roses. Missing from this portrait of home, was still...

Meadowshine. Grass and daffodils, the harvest taking root. Face to the sunshine, to the spring, to...

One last uncertainty, all the more stark for their certainties. Terror yawns wide. Their fingers curl in the fabric of his clothes. Their shoulders begin to shake. Every time they manage to keep the fraying of their nerves together, the tugging and pulling of that worn weave starts to make it come apart. Once-steady breaths stick and hitch and choke. "—I can't find Lugh," They speak, a rush all at once, and voicing the fact is what makes their fear burst apart at the seams.

"I can't find Lugh," He repeats, slower, horrified, "I c-can't find Lugh, I, I can't find him, I,"

The words accelerate, scramble but don't stop. Hugh's shirt is growing damp. Chad's hands are growing clammy. "—Don't know— Know where he, I can't—" A gasp, voice steadily rising, "I can't find, I, Hugh, I can't lose h— I, I can't, I can't I can't I can't—!!"

The impact comes when he least expects it. It's after he's been patched up thanks to the help of Elffin, found time to put at least something in his stomach to keep his body steady. Anything that Hugh had been thinking, had been worrying, had been uncertain about - all of that had stalled to a halt in that moment.

A wishful self awaits a playful jab, a 'how dare it take so long to find you'. Something that shows him the person that proves to Hugh that there's some hope to be had.

The grip on his clothes tighten. This isn't like the last he's seen him upset. At least then, they were able to determine that the person he was worried for was ok. More importantly, the person back then was among them, instead of...

A careful hand is placed on their head. Above all else, the last he wants is for Chad to believe that he needs to be strong now. He doesn't have to prove anything to Hugh. And with everything that's happened, all Hugh wants to do is to give them the chance to breathe, before everything comes crashing down on all of them once more.

"I'm worried about Lugh too." He speaks carefully, a practiced levelness to hide how truthfully scared he is. "But I'll find him. Not everyone was at the monastery, and he's a smart kid. I'll make sure to bring him back home."

Hugh has no idea how to respond if he's questioned about it. About whether or not it's the case, about what happens if he's wrong about his assumptions. Just as much as he could find Lugh's smiling face at the end of this search, there's just a real of a possibility that no smile can be found. Only traces of what was.

But there's no turning back. He's made this promise.

And if anyone has to find that harsh truth first, Hugh wants to be the one to shoulder, above all else.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

*Gives all three fairy boys tiny flower crowns. Each one is individually made from their respective favorite flower*

"Ohoho, how lovely! Thank you, human!"

*wears it for a moment, then eats it because he won't let picked flowers go to waste*

"Egh...guess it's pretty..."

[lizardsaredinosaurs]

Rusty-patched Bumblebee (Bombus affinis)

Eastern USA and Canada

Status: Critically Endangered

Threats: pesticides, habitat loss, non-native bees, climate change

[guineapiggies]

Via sansanpetart

[pastille13]

Барвистили вырезка / Peristille transparent png

[make-me-your-animal]

( @steveinscarlet @wasted-my-time)

Let's have a little rough and tumble, handsome.

[psikonauti]

Nom Kinnear King (British,contemporary)

Unearthed, 2020

Oil