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why-animals-do-the-thing · 5 months ago
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Yesterday, I was off to the zoo to get some lion photos for an upcoming post. I checked my phone when I stopped to get gas and saw a new baby announcement: Woodland Park has a new baby pudu! He's as-of-yet-unnamed and about a month old.
Pudu, if you're not familiar with the species, are the smallest species of deer in the world. They're found in a very limited range in South America.
Needless to say, I took a very cursory turn past the lions, and then spent a couple hours camped out at the pudu habitat waiting for the fawn to venture out of his hiding spot.
It was worth it.
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I knew pudu were small, but still. The adult in the habitat (not sure if mom or dad) was comparable in height and length to an average medium-sized dog. This guy, at a month old? He's the size of a large chihuahua.
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justanie · 2 years ago
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HOW CUTE AND LOVELY BABY TINY TINY DEER!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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notherpuppet · 5 months ago
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Doodles of My Deer Nanny AU
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drawthiere · 9 months ago
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dead of winter, dead of eve little deer will marry me
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blistexenthusiast · 6 months ago
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fuzzy woodland animals, manufactured by Sandylion
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sommerregenjuniluft · 5 months ago
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barty working at some run down convenience store and he has a thing for the pretty girl who comes in buying cigs even though she's underage
GASP llaaaaayyylllaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you always manage to. ugh. just. YES. fuck this is so them!!!!!!! you get them, you understand them. ily.
Barty is still leafing through his magazine a moment later when he smells the gust of lilies and citrus from the other side of the counter. He grins.
A bottle of cherry coke zero clanks down on the counter along with a smaller bottle of vodka. “And a packet of Reds.”
Barty’s grin widens. He doesn’t look up when he winces and says, “I’m gonna need to see some ID on that, sweetie.”
Nothing. Then, a crumpled bill and some coins are thrown down next to the beverages.
Barty tuts when he finally lets himself look up and into enticingly piercing green eyes. Lily’s hair is a mess today and while her gaze is bright as any day, there’s a shadow of exhaustion hanging underneath her lower lashes.
“C’mon, kid, just show me that stolen ID again and let me tell you how much prettier you are than that girl in the picture,” Barty purrs, watching as Lily’s eyes narrow. “For old times’ sake, baby.”
Lily frowns, “Just hand me the cigarettes and I’ll be on my way.”
“Oh, but see that’s exactly what I don’t want to happen,” he replies, propping his palms onto the counter, leaning his long torso over.
Lily sighs and she shuts her eyes and her lips thin into a line and for a moment Barty thinks he’s going to get that one rare noise again where she’s whining like the most pitiful, exhausted, sweetest little thing. The first time she’d pressed it through gritted teeth Barty was so stupid from arousal he’d slipped the cigarette package over the counter and gave her the opportunity to leave earlier than planned.
Right now Lily takes a firm breath instead. Bummer.
But Barty isn’t giving up just yet. “Y’know, you shouldn’t buy that anyways. Stuff’s bad for you.”
“And you shouldn’t browse through the Playboy on the clock,” Lily sneers.
Barty grins and ducks closer, “Why, you got something better to show me?”
Lily’ cheeks take on a lovely pink tint, her freckles flaming over her rosy skin. Sometimes she reminds Barty a little of a cute fawn.
Barty nods at the beverages on the counter, “You gonna take that to a friend?”
“No,” Lily replies, frowning. Like it would be the most irrational thing to pick up a friend and have a drink with them. She’s so cute Barty wants to eat her.
“Gonna drink that all by yourself, sweets?” he inquires, grinning.
Lily huffs, “That’s none of your business.”
Barty hums, “Let me tell you something.”
“No, thank you.”
“Why don’t I take my break now,” Barty goes on, undeterred, “and I’ll have one with you. And I’ll let you purchase the cigs. Even throw in a lighter for free ’cause you’re so easy on the eye.”
Something just shy of a whimper catches in Lily’s throat. “I just want the damn smokes,” she mutters at the ceiling. Barty thinks the pale skin of her neck would probably bruise so easily if she’d just let him.
“Brilliant, then it’s settled,” Barty concludes and sorts the money into the register before slamming it closed pointedly.
He grabs the smokes from behind him and picks out a lighter with a wolfish grin. He fishes for the keys and the ‘Be Right Back’ sign from under the counter and then ushers a grumbling Lily out the back door.
There’s an old, ratty plastic chair and Barty lets himself plop down into it with a sated sigh. Lily keeps standing in the bare space in front of him and glares, “What happened to the second chair?”
Barty shrugs, “Someone stole it.” Someone being Barty and yes, the chair fits in nicely with the rest of his balcony furniture, thanks for asking.
Lily’s mouth tightens, she opens her soda. “Well, how hospitable of you to offer me the seat then,” she snarks.
“Oh, you’re very welcome to sit,” Barty returns, purposefully widening his legs and bucking his hips. “You look exhausted, love, and I promise I’m very comfy.”
He watches Lily’s gaze harden again, the wall building up, higher, and she purses her lips. She looks like she’s one more remark away from kicking Barty out of the wobbly chair but then suddenly she moves forward. She stops right between Barty’s legs and honestly, he hadn’t hoped he’d get this far today so his brain operates a little slow. Eventually he manages lifting his hands and guiding Lily around and to sit square in his lap.
They’re so close suddenly, Lily’s hair is tickling Barty’s nose and she feels heavenly where she’s placed on top of him. Warm and soft. She smells so good and the crook of her neck is right there. Barty has to work hard to control himself when spit pools under his tongue.
Lily tugs at her sweater subconsciously. It’s a low v-neck and Barty’s in a perfect position to ogle down her cleavage. “Smokes?” Lily asks, a little impatiently.
Barty hums, licking the corner of his mouth and gnawing on his bottom lip as he unwraps the cigarettes blindly, still hungrily taking in the soft swell of Lily’s—
“Stop staring at my tits, perv.”
Barty looks up to see her glowering expression. He licks his lips again. Lily’s gaze flutters down for just a second.
When the plastic wrapper is off, Barty opens it and flicks against the bottom of the carton. He takes the one that shot out the farthest and holds it up between them. “For good luck,” he explains, “Smoke it right before your exam.” Barty doesn’t know what prompts his brain in that direction but he finds himself planting a kiss along the length of the cigarette. Then he holds it up to Lily’s lips as well. She kisses it dutifully, so good for him, right on the spot where Barty’s mouth just lingered seconds ago, none the wiser that this is not at all a step in choosing your lucky cigarette. Barty puts it back in between the others with the filter up.
He pulls out two others and first sticks one between his own and then Lily’s lips. The urge to press his fingers in deeper is there but Barty ignores it skillfully.
The lighter is procured, Barty takes Lily’s chin between his fingers to light their cigarettes at the same time and then their smoking and nursing their drinks in comfortable silence. Barty can feel Lily readjust and squirm for the duration of her first smoke but then his arm lifts off the armrest and around Lily to pull her closer. She shifts up with a quiet yelp but settles quickly after the fact, if with a warning glance when Barty’s hand stays high on the outside of her thigh.
Lily’s skirt is soft fabric today, some kind of cotton with a mesh cover on top and it’s airy and short. After the third consecutive smoke and half the empty vodka flask later Barty has three fingertips digging into the bare skin of Lily’s thigh without complaint and a semi in his jeans.
“Lily,” Barty rasps after another two smokes. The redhead is mildly slumping against Barty’s embrace, eyes lidded and looking like she’s not far from falling asleep right on top of him.
“Hm?” she makes, blowing out smoke.
“You’re not feeling too well with exam season coming up, huh?”
“No shit,” Lily responds.
Barty’s lips tug at the corners, “I know a way to make you feel good.”
For the first time in a while Lily tenses in his lap, eyes widening in alert. “No,” she says.
Barty rolls his eyes with a grin, “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
Yet, Barty thinks. “That’s not what I was going to propose,” Barty corrects, smartly.
Lily raises her eyebrows in disbelief. God, she’s so hot when she isn’t taking Barty’s bullshit.
“I was gonna say kiss you.”
“No.”
“Just a little.”
“No.”
“Only the neck.”
Lily pauses. Bingo.
Barty lifts his unoccupied hand and moves her curls over her shoulder, exposing her throat to him. He lets his fingers flutter over her pulse point feather light. “Just gonna kiss your neck a bit and make you feel good.”
“Barty.”
“Gonna make you feel good, I promise,” he mumbles, gambling.
A sigh, then a barely there whisper, “Fine.”
Barty’s breath hitches and then he leans in and lets his tongue out flat to lick a long stripe up Lily’s pretty neck with a groan. He closes his lips around the skin and sucks hard enough to leave a mark, just behind her ear. Lily shudders in his lap and when Barty pants another breathy noise against her skin, he hears her moan quietly as well.
Lily tastes heavenly, like raspberry and lime, and clean and flowery. He licks and kisses and sucks and makes out with Lily’s neck, gripping her thigh so far up it’s nearly ass and getting increasingly harder the more she melts into him and the louder she gets.
Lastly Barty makes the mistakes of sucking too hard and pulling Lily from her trance so that she promptly extracts herself with a hiss. Her lips are bitten red and her eyes are wide and dewy as she stares at Barty in shock, cheeks flushed and Barty would literally sell all his organs to know what Lily is thinking right now.
Eventually she stutters her way through arguing why she has to leave now and Barty nods dutifully, still high off of the taste of Lily on his tongue, before helping her up and opening the door for her. Like a gentleman. As soon as her back is turned he cups and adjusts himself in his pants.
When they come back into the store there’s a small queue lined up outside and Barty smirks when he sees Lily blushing deeper.
Barty leans down to her ear from behind, “Well then, sweets, see you soon.” He presses the lighter into her palm and then steps past her to unlock the door for the costumers.
Lily responds something unintelligible under her breath and then rushes out after the people waiting have stepped inside.
On the sidewalk Lily turns and searches for Barty through the window. When their gazes lock she holds up the hand with the lighter and mouths, “Bambi?!”
Barty simply winks at her.
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unknown-till · 2 months ago
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★🦌🌻DEER PIXELS🌲🤎
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allastoredeer · 5 months ago
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When writers/artists draw Lucifer carrying Alastor I lose all sense of reason It's beautiful and hilarious bc I wish their was a moment where Alastor short-circuits, comes back to reality and tries to struggle but Luci is STRONK and not taking his BS
Another fun one is where Lucifer sneaks into Al's coat (I am intrigued by this one I WANT A FANFIC OF IT-) that idea broke my brain because the POTENTIAL
Like Lucifer sneaking around as tiny animals asdfghjkl
I am so weak to Lucifer carrying Alastor around with ease. I have a headcanon that whenever Alastor is scooped up, by anyone, they've got about 5-10 seconds of him being too stunned to do anything before he starts biting. He just O.O because suddenly his feet are off the floor where once they were on the floor, and his brain is working to connect the dots.
Lucifer sneaking around as tiny animals is the best. One of my favorites is of him curled around Alastor's shoulders and neck as a snake. There's just something so 🤌 about it.
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vixivulpixel · 11 months ago
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Starting this year BIG
If you still have decorations up, a deer might come around to admire them
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deer-a-day · 6 months ago
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so special
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aureus2010 · 2 days ago
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oh wow its been so long since ive posted art
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anyways i designed my faves… i have a comic idea stewing in my head its been trapped for months but i have free time now so im gonna try making it!
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ghost-bxrd · 6 months ago
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Prompt:
Baby deer shifter Tim.
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rhapsoddity · 2 years ago
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just finished Season 9 for the first time, 
have some scrunkly character designs :P
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daily-smol-silm · 1 month ago
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Day #96 - Fawn
Yeahhhh it’s more Celebrimby, Yeah it’s gonna happen again sorry 😬
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tippenfunkaport · 9 months ago
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Swift Wind. Honey. Just... are you alright?
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ratatatastic · 4 months ago
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and off he goes like a little lanky woodland creature scampering away
Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24 (x)
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