#feather fern

[dinodanicus]

A young female archaeopteryx named Tippett has lost her way while traversing the forest floor.

[exhausted-eternally]

Looking like I'm going to be a bit short on cash for my bills this month, so I just want to take the time to once again advertise that I do have a few books in my shop right now, with more on the way.

I also have some Lego sets for sale on eBay. Only 3 right now but I do have a few more on the way (getting ready to take pics of another right now, as a matter of fact).

I also have a Ko-fi if anyone just wants to pitch a few bucks my way! If there's nothing here that catches your attention, or you don't really have any cash to spare, please please PLEASE reblog this!! I only have so much reach on my own.

[feather-inkk]

Fern 💚

[ilikefork]

Happy 1 year anniversary to @chained-spirits! I've been following this comic since day 1 and I can't wait to see where it goes ^^

And since I couldn't pick a favorite Link for the prompt- more art I made throughout the days under the cut >>

[witheredarchives]

[teganorsara]

milk crates — pigeon pit

like a dog tugging on a rope I don't even know where I'd go if they let go is that a train?

[multiversal-madness]

More sketchy Centaur Time doodles!

For the new characters: Betty is a common green magpie, Marcy is a demonic bat and Fern is grass bear (though as the green knight he’d be a horse).

You can find the first set of doodles here.

Also reminder that I am accepting requests for AT characters to turn into centaurs!

[fern-spotting]

Columbo S10E4 “Death Hits the Jackpot” (1991)

Fern...spotted at 3:25? Do we think a print of a drawing counts?

Not happy with that? Well, how's a painting of a fern?

Finally, at a funeral, we get a real, albeit cut, fern.

Finally, because I'm stubborn, here's a real, live, uncut Boston fern in the ultimate combo, at 1:22:46.

[shreksstepfather]

A forbidden relationship parallel

[t4twnyclaw]

adding onto the The New Prophecy/ The New Clan AU: feathertail x tawnypelt endgame, sorry.

they are canonically so interesting, being around the same age and both leaving their birth clan (feathertail stayed with greystripe in thunderclan at first.) They both left their birth clan to join a secondary clan to be closer to their other parent, Tigerstar and Silverstream. They also had trouble adapting to the secondary clan with Rowanclaw being especially mean to tawnypelt in TNP arc, and Tawnypelt seemingly have to continuously choose to be in Shadowclan.

[feather-inkk]

Finn and Fern doodles :)

[classic-asian-art]

Pheasant with Fern Shoots by Watanabe Seitei (1906)

[fern1eaf]

[fern-spotting]

Columbo S10E5 “No Time to Die” (1992)

Feather leaf fern spotted at 2:19!

This episode is notable for being the only Columbo episode not to feature a murder, as it is about a kidnapping. It also features my favorite non-recurring character, Tubby Comfort. He's absolutely written to be fatphobic comic relief, but as a person of similar appearance and stature, I would love if my job was to be a criminal informant with a weirdly cuddly nickname who lounged in the sauna eating fruit all day. That sounds awesome.

[nekoashiii]

your dragon sylus is my absolute favorite ever. I especially love the part where he scent marks the trees around the cottage ahh he’s so lovely. how do you think he would react if men show up at your door?

Pairing: dragon!sylus x reader

Notes: Eat dragon sylus lovers, I made more

Click here for my masterlist.

The bracelet must have slipped off your wrist sometime during the storm. You hadn’t even noticed—your fever had consumed every ounce of attention, and Sylus had refused to let you so much as take a step outside until your strength returned. Still, the moment you spotted your bare wrist, something tightened in your chest.

It had been a simple thing—woven with beads, feathers, and a tiny polished stone Sylus had gifted you after his first hunt for you. He never said much, but you knew what it meant to him. And to you, it was a promise of a good future.

You didn’t know it had been found.

Not until a low, rumbling growl echoed through the den like distant earthquake .

You stiffened. You were seated beside the fire, wrapped in Sylus’s massive fur pelts, reading a weathered book he’d found at some long-lost ruins. When the growl came again—closer, sharper—you stood slowly, your hand reaching toward the cave wall for support

“Sylus?” you called, voice soft but uncertain.

No answer. Just the scrape of claws against stone.

Then, you heard something unexpected—a voice. A human voice.

“Hello? I… I mean no harm. I found this near the river trail and—”

The knight’s voice was young, unsure. His words were muffled by the heavy ferns and trees that lined the forest’s border. He hadn’t dared come too close, yet. But he was close enough.

Far too close for anyone’s comfort.

Sylus’s presence surged like a storm. The air grew heavier, warmer, dangerous. You turned just in time to see him descending from the higher ledge of the den, red eyes glowing like dying embers, wings twitching with restrained fury.

“Sylus—wait,” you breathed, already stepping toward him.

But it was too late.

The trees outside screamed with the sound of splitting bark and flapping wings. Sylus vanished in a blink, launching into the air with such force that dirt kicked up in his wake. You could still smell his scent—smoke, cedarwood, and something ancient—burning through the forest.

⸻

Outside, at the forest edge,

The knight hadn’t even stepped over the first marker—the one tree carved with deep claw marks and a dark, tar-like resin oozing from the wounds. It reeked of beast territory, of death.

But the knight was naive. Young. Perhaps new to his patrol. Maybe he thought it was just a bear’s territory. Or a wolf pack.

He realized the mistake only when the sky darkened, and a massive, scaled body dropped from the canopy above with a deafening thud.

Sylus landed before him, wings fanned wide, eyes narrowed into glowing slits. His horns curved like twin blades, and his chest rumbled with low, bone-chilling sound. Smoke slipped from his mouth and nose—not fire, yet, but a warning.

The knight stumbled back, dropping the bracelet onto the mossy ground. “I-I wasn’t trespassing! I swear! I just—there was a bracelet—someone might’ve—!”

Sylus didn’t answer. He took one slow, heavy step forward, tail dragging deep grooves in the earth. The scent he had laced these woods with his claim, his warning hung in the air.

You were his. This place was his. And no one came near either without consequence.

The young knight flinched when Sylus leaned down, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent. Not of the knight—but of the bracelet. Of you.

His claws twitched.

The dragon in him knew. It belonged to his mate. And this human—however innocent—was holding it.

Sylus let out a hiss, hot and sharp, and the trees around him seemed to wilt from the smoke

The knight had enough sense to drop to one knee. “I swear, I meant no harm. I thought it might belong to someone who… who lives nearby.”

Sylus’s eyes bore into him like burning coals. He could have incinerated him. Ripped him apart. But instead, he plucked the bracelet from the earth with deadly care, wrapping it in one scaled palm before turning sharply.

He left no parting words, only a sound that sounded almost like a growl of warning and a flick of his tail to the tree barks that knocked leaves from trees.

The knight didn’t linger.

Back at the den, You felt him return before you saw him. The heat rose, the wind shifted, and then he was there, ducking through the cave’s entrance, wings folding in as he loomed into the firelight.

“Sylus…” you whispered.

He didn’t speak. He only walked to you, slowly, deliberately, as if making sure you were okay. Then he knelt before you, massive form coiled tight to make himself smaller, less beast and more man.

In his hand was your bracelet—cleaned, warmed by his fire, glinting in the glow.

Your heart squeezed as your mood turned upside down with joy. “You got it back!”

He pressed it into your palm, then leaned forward until his forehead touched yours. His voice came low, gravel-rough.

“Tell if you lose something. Anything. Ever.”

You blinked, startled by the possessiveness in his tone.

“The man—he didn’t mean harm.”

“I don’t care,” he growled, quiet and firm. “He smelled like you. He stood near what is mine.”

Your cheeks flushed, but your hand slid into his without fear.

“You didn’t hurt him, did you?”

A pause. “No.” Then, a beat later— “…This time.”

You smiled, slipping the bracelet back onto your wrist. “Thank you.”

His eyes softened just a touch. Then he pulled you into his chest, wrapping wings around you like a comfortable blanket. His claws flexed protectively along your back.

You were safe here, With him

[feather-bone]

[ID: a colorful digital illustration of an archaeopteryx fossil with its head twisted upside down under one wing. The animal’s silhouette is shown behind the skeleton in black with a red outline. Surrounding it are various plants, beetles, fossils, a feather, and stars, all outlined in shades of orange, yellow, and green. The background is blue with a simple blue and black fern border. End.]

Archaeopteryx! A beautiful feathery link between non-avian dinosaurs and modern birds (avian dinosaurs)! This illustration is based on the iconic Berlin specimen and will be the postcard for this month’s ko-fi supporter rewards!