#Brant watch

[puttain]

The dearly missed Harry Brant, son of industrialist Peter Brant Sr. and supermodel Stephanie Seymour wearing the blazer from the closing look of Saint Laurent by Hedi Slimane AW15 “Paris Sessions.”

[the-way-astray]

just so you all know i will be campaigning hard for gethen for keeper sexyman 2025 and i will take any losses personally and fight for him like my life depends on it

[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Brant

Photo: Nicole Beaulac

"No other geese nest as far north as the Brant, and few migrate as far. These small geese are characteristic of coastal areas in summer and winter; most birdwatchers know them from seeing their wintering flocks along both of our coasts. Traveling between their summer and winter outposts, they may fly at altitudes of several thousand feet as they cross great expanses of land or open ocean."

- Audubon Field Guide

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

The State Bird Initiative: New Jersey (#3) - Results

Another week, another poll! And this one...this one had the results in super fast. So, we're gonna get right into it, as well as the personal choices by the SBI. But OK, which species does Tumblr think should be the State Bird of New Jersey?

Which of the following should be the state bird of New Jersey, the Garden State?

Look...I'd be lying if I said I didn't vote for that one, too.

SBI Elected State Bird of New Jersey: Laughing Gull (Leucophaeus atricilla)

The American Goldfinch (Spinus tristis) has been replaced by popular vote by the Laughing Gull (Leucophaeus atricilla) in the latest polls! And there's a part of me that wonders if this is for the meme...and there's a part of me that thinks this actually makes sense.

Read the original post here if you want my rationale, but...yeah, I stand by this being a good choice. NJ is a coastal state with a long coastline and a strong beach culture, to the point where "the Shore" is a recognized area in the state with an international reputation. And yes, while other shorebirds could be associated with the state, the Laughing Gull is essentially the only one whose breeding population heavily depends on its Jersey population. Plus, it's a recognizable and iconic bird with a known presence, and could easily be associated with the state it's been selected for. I can dig it. Just sayin'. And yeah, this is the bird chosen as a personal choice by the SBI as well. If you'd like to see the other personal choices from the SBI, stick around after the jump! And if this is all you were waiting for, then no worries! Check out Georgia's entry and give it a vote while you can!

The State Birds Initiative Personal Pick - New Jersey (#3)

State Game Bird of New Jersey (SBI): Brant (Branta bernicla)

Wait...WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? I never brought this bird up as a contender for State Bird? So, what is it doing here? Well, I never brought this guy up for State Bird because they don't breed in New Jersey, and honestly couldn't come up with a solid argument for it to be in that position. However, it was always a contender for State Game Bird, because New Jersey is home to the largest population of this goose, the Brant (Branta bernicla), on the eastern coast, with other concentrations being in Virginia and Rhode Island. But they'll get different birds for this category.

Now, time to talk further about what a State Game Bird is. Game birds are not a single taxonomic classification; rather, they're a sociological one. These are birds prioritized for hunting, usually for culinary purposes, if not just for sport. While they come from a few taxa, the vast majority of game birds belong to orders Galliformes (chickens, pheasants, quail, etc.) and Anseriformes (ducks and geese). The Brant represents our first member of the latter in this category! New jersey is known for its Brant hunting, and the state has major regulations during its Brant hunting season for conservation purposes. I could've put the Snow Goose (Cher caerulenscens) here as well, since New Jersey actually prioritizes hunting of this overpopulated bird...but the purpose of this is to promote birds of conservation interest that have a significant role in the state, and the Brant fits this a lot better than the Snow Goose. With that, let's move on!

State Raptor of New Jersey (SBI): Northern Harrier (Circus hudsonicus)

The Gray Ghost wins the category of State Raptor of New Jersey! This one, of course, I put in the original post and poll, and it unfortunately didn't get far at all. Not sure why, since it's the logo for the New Jersey Audubon Society, it represents a major ecosystem in the state, and it's generally a pretty cool bird. But, hey, that's the price of democracy. Either way, the Northern Harrier (Circus hudsonicus) is a charismatic raptor of conservation concern, and a generally pretty neat bird all around. Check out the original post for more details on this guy, but for now, we'll move on!

SBI's Big Fifty - New Jersey: Saltmarsh Sparrow (Ammospiza caudacuta)

So, in my original post, I mentioned that the Saltmarsh Sparrow (Ammospiza caudacuta) wasn't a great fit for State Bird due to its similarity to other sparrows, and that would be difficult for the average citizen to parse out. A sparrow is a sparrow is a sparrow, right? Well, not to birders it ain't! This is a pretty big bird for any birder's life list, mine included, making it an important focus for that community. So, in order to give the sparrow its day in court, the Saltmarsh Sparrow wins the prize for New Jersey's representative in SBI's Big Fifty, adding it to the countrywide scavenger hunt that this list represents. Sorry, Massachusetts, I know you could've had this one, too. I'll give you a neat one, I promise.

State Conservation Focus of New Jersey (SBI): Pine Warbler (Setophaga pinus)

OK, so, the Conservation Focus of New Jersey is sort of disingenuous in this entry, since the bird is far less of a focus than its habitat, but I'll use it as the symbol of the habitat. The Pine Warbler (Setophaga pinus) is an accessible symbol for the average person to see when going to the ecologically significant (and always in danger) New Jersey Pine Barrens, also representing a larger community of birds with which it tends to be geographically associated. But more than that, the real symbol of the Pine Barrens isn't quite as accessible. For that reason, there really should be two focuses for the Pine Barrens, one for bird people, and one for ecologists. And if you know anything about the New Jersey Pine Barrens, I think you know what the other symbol is.

Now, to be fair, the Pine Barrens Tree Frog (Dryophytes andersonii) is, despite the name, not endemic to the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Instead, it can be found in the Carolinas and the Florida Panhandle, all in isolated areas and...well, pine barrens. But, its populations are decreasing in size, with the Georgia population already extirpated, and is a species of conservation concern. Frogs are, of course, less easy to spot than birds, especially nocturnal ones like the tree frog. So, it's not a great public symbol of the forests as a result, but is still an important inhabitant of the New Jersey Pine Barrens. So, consider this another conservation focus endorsed by SBI. And for the record, it's actually the state frog of North Carolina, so it hasn't been completely shafted!

And with that, we've reached the end of the personal choices by the SBI for ornithological state representatives! Be sure to check out the Georgia poll currently running; still a day or two for votes to be counted!

See you next time, and happy birding!

Introduction to the State Birds Initiative

1. Delaware - Poll | Results 2. Pennsylvania - Poll | Results 3. New Jersey - Poll | Results 4. Georgia - Poll | Results 5. Connecticut - Poll | Results 6. Massachusetts - Poll | Results

[anchoraweigh]

@caemthe ( jiyan ) liked a starter call! ( main verse )

"General Jiyan, is it?"

In truth, the man's presence alone leaves no room for incorrect assumption, but Brant humbly downplays his own foreknowledge for the sake of a proper introduction. It's the polite thing to do, when faced with someone he's heard so much about in the short time he's been staying in Huanglong, and he accompanies the question with an introduction of his own.

"Captain Brant." As though following a practiced routine, he tips his hat with a smooth flourish, settling it back onto his head with a light, friendly smile. "Of the Fools' Troupe, in Rinascita. I was told there was a chance we'd run into you if we ventured far enough north."

He hadn't corrected the 'if' into a 'when' at that point, but Brant had always harbored the personal intent of exploring Jinzhou's outer reaches for the sake of both information and general curiosity. Outside news almost never made its way to Rinascita, and the Troupe of Fools were never in the most well-suited position to reliably receive it; anyone who both knew Brant and assumed he wouldn't want to explore every beautiful and weighted inch of Jinzhou's landscape ought to have reconsidered how well they knew him to begin with.

"How fares it on this vast battlefield?" Brant asks. It's a question that leaves him easily, but something in his voice has softened slightly, as though he's purposefully subdued his own dramatics for the sake of conveying respect for its history. Few in Rinascita could even consider themselves close to knowing the struggles of war on this scale—even Brant's lifelong struggle with the dangers of Penitent's End can't hold a candle. "I had been hoping to have a look around it, but I know better than to take unnecessary risks if conditions are too tumultuous."

A tilt of his head, a flourish of a hand, and a kindly but expectant expression.

"I'm a performer, you see. I thought I might bring some of the sights and stories of Huanglong to our stages back home."

[coffee-at-annies]

Fascinating that Hayes got drafted by the hawks but chose college instead and didn’t sign with them. Interesting.

[soloavengers]

[cornwatcheshockey]

glad to see the reffing is just as bad in this league as it is in the nhl

[stridingseer]

thinking of brantrover trying to nab blind boxes together. oh the hijinks. oh the late night calls and the website crashes.....

[luvmoonie]

my lesbian couple on the sims met brant and brent it’s a gay off

[fortecircuit]

"There's only one right way to break out of jail"

"With style!"

[floofeeeeee]

Absolutely not You were just doing what you thought was best! I’m sure he’ll forgive you……

AITA for burning down a building and killing my ex co worker?

I, 4000 male, thought this guy i used to work with was hot but he was lowkey into this other girl, so i burned down the building he was in and he sort of got barbecued. but im literally just a girl so am i the asshole

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

what are your thoughs on soft dom brant + mirror sex? Just him praising and worshipping you and tell you are beautiful while he gently fucks you in front of the mirror ☹️

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie (vaginal), mirror s*x, gentle Brant, neck kissing, nipple play, (gentle) spanking, pet names and others!

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ note : art banner by : rororo_mg on X! （𝓂𝒹𝓃𝒾）

Brant held you against him, his chest warm and solid at your back, his arms wrapped around you as if you were something precious—something he couldn't bear to let go of. In front of you, the mirror reflected everything: the way your body trembled, the way his hands roamed your skin, the way his cock slowly stretched you open.

"Look at yourself," he murmured against your neck, his voice low and affectionate. "See how perfect you are for me."

You tried, but it was hard to focus when he was kissing a slow path down your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp. His hands were everywhere—one kneading your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, the other splayed across your stomach, holding you steady as he rocked into you.

"Brant," you whimpered, hips shifting to take him deeper.

"Shh, sweetheart," he soothed, dragging his palm lower, fingers slipping between your thighs. He pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your legs shake. "I want you to watch. Want you to see how beautiful you look taking me."

Your reflection was almost too much—his strong arms wrapped around you, the way his cock disappeared inside you, the wetness slicking your thighs, proof of just how much you needed him. The way his fingers played with your nipple, pinching and rolling until you were arching into his touch, only to have him smack the soft flesh lightly before soothing it with a gentle squeeze.

"Brant," you whined, leaning back into him.

He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "Feel good, baby?" His hips rolled forward, pushing deep, making sure you felt every inch of him.

"Y-yeah—"

Another soft slap, this time against your thigh, followed by a warm, lingering kiss on your shoulder. "Then say thank you."

Your cheeks burned, but you didn't hesitate. "Thank you, Brant."

His grip tightened, a pleased hum vibrating against your skin. "Good girl."

His fingers worked your clit with slow, teasing circles, his other hand never leaving your breast, alternating between soft tugs and soothing caresses. The pleasure built steadily, every touch, every word sending heat pooling in your stomach.

"That’s it," he whispered, pressing his lips against your temple. "Let me take care of you."

And with the way he worshipped you—with his hands, his voice, his cock—you knew he always would.

Brant’s hands never stopped moving, always touching, always worshipping—as if he couldn’t decide which part of you deserved his attention most. His cock pushed deep, filling you completely, while his fingers teased your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Every touch was meant to make you feel cherished, every whispered praise was meant to remind you that you were his.

"Look at you," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was so full of reverence, so full of love. "So beautiful like this… all soft and open for me."

His free hand trailed over your stomach, fingers tracing light patterns across your skin before traveling up, cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His touch was gentle but firm, designed to make you squirm against him.

"Do you see how perfect you are?" He nudged his nose against your cheek, his lips brushing over your heated skin. "The way you take me so well… the way your pussy clings to my cock, desperate for more."

His words made you whimper, your body tightening around him in response. His reflection in the mirror was breathtaking—his golden eyes dark with desire, his lips slightly parted as he watched you fall apart under his touch.

"You’re my everything, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your throat. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin before he sucked, leaving the faintest mark—a reminder that you were his, just as he was yours. "Every inch of you is perfect. Every sound you make, every little shiver—"

His hand slid lower again, fingers teasing your clit with slow, controlled circles. His cock dragged against your walls with every deep, steady thrust, and the combination of it all sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through you.

"Brant—" Your voice broke, your body trembling in his arms.

"Shh, I've got you," he soothed, his hands tightening around you, holding you even closer. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Show me how pretty you are when you come."

The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves as you gasped his name. Your body clenched around him, and Brant groaned, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through it, coaxing you to ride the high for as long as you could.

"That’s it," he murmured, his lips pressing against your damp skin. "So fucking gorgeous like this… my perfect girl."

You barely had time to catch your breath before he lifted you just a little, angling you forward, keeping you pressed against his chest. The shift let you see everything—the way your body was still trembling from your orgasm, the way his cock was still buried deep inside you, the way he looked at you like you were something divine.

"One more, baby," he whispered, his voice almost pleading, his fingers stroking your clit again. "Let me worship you just a little longer."

And with the way he held you, the way he whispered sweet praises against your skin, you knew you’d give him everything.

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[coffee-at-annies]

Radio broadcast talking up the baby pens.

[drawlypsy]

I just had to do it! Brant from Wuthering Waves. I have him almost S6 right now thanks to a lot of coral saving and really lucky pulls. He's now my main. Ahhhh, I adore this bisexual pirate.

Streamed on my PICARTO channel! Come watch on Saturdays if you're interested in more. <3

[xichilie]

hi! could you please make one where brant finds out his partner is pregnant 😋 idk why but it seems like it would be interesting lmao

anyways have a good day/night :3

Brant x (fem)reader

Reader tells brant she's pregnant

The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the window. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curled into the fabric of her sleeves, heart pounding harder than she wished to admit. The weight of the revelation settled in her chest, both thrilling and terrifying.

She wasn’t sure how to tell him.

Brant, ever the dramatist, would surely make a spectacle of it, whether out of joy or sheer disbelief. The thought made her smile, though it did little to calm her nerves.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door swung open with its usual flair, and Brant strolled in, already mid-sentence. “Darling, I was just informed of the most—” He paused, taking one look at her and immediately narrowing his pink eyes. “Y/N, you look as if you’re about to deliver grave news. Tell me, has the world finally decided to punish me for being too charming?”

Y/N huffed a laugh despite herself. “Something like that.”

Brant tilted his head, his usual smirk faltering. That alone told her he was actually paying attention. He stepped closer, kneeling in front of her with uncharacteristic patience. “Talk to me, Stella Mia.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, gripping his hands in hers before finally whispering, “I’m pregnant.”

For the first time since she had met him, Brant was speechless.

His pink eyes widened, lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. He blinked once, twice, then finally exhaled a shaky breath. “You’re… with child?”

She nodded, watching him carefully.

Then, in true Brant fashion, he gasped dramatically and threw himself onto the floor. “By the gods! I’ve done it! I’ve created life!”

Y/N groaned. “Brant—”

“Wait!” He sat up suddenly, eyes darting to her stomach as if seeing it for the first time. He reached out but hesitated, almost hesitant for once in his life. “May I?”

She rolled her eyes but took his hand, placing it gently against her stomach. “You won’t feel anything yet, you know.”

“I don’t care,” he whispered, his theatrics vanishing in an instant. His palm was warm against her, fingers trembling just slightly. When he looked up at her, there was something reverent in his expression. “This is real?”

Y/N’s heart softened. “Yes.”

Brant swallowed thickly before breaking into a radiant grin. “Stella Mia, you have just given me the greatest role I will ever play.” He cupped her face, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “And I swear to you, I will be magnificent at it.”

Y/N smiled, resting her forehead against his. “You already are.”

Brant remained on his knees before her, his hands warm against her cheeks as if grounding himself in the moment. For once, he wasn’t filling the air with his usual playful dramatics—he was just Brant, raw and real, his pink eyes shimmering with something indescribable.

Then, as if something clicked in his mind, his hands shot down to her stomach again. “Wait. Does this mean—” He gasped. “I must start writing my memoirs immediately! ‘Brant: The Journey of a Rogue, a Lover, and Now—A Father!’”

Y/N let out a laugh, swatting at him. “Brant, we have months before you start telling the world about this.”

“Months?” He scoffed. “Stella Mia, I should have been shouting it from the rooftops the moment you told me!” He suddenly turned toward the window, as if actually contemplating it, before Y/N grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back.

“No. Absolutely not.”

He pouted, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “You’re cruel to me, my love.”

“You’ll survive.”

Brant sighed, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside her, head resting against her lap. His expression softened again as he gazed up at her. “You’re certain you’re alright?” His fingers traced absentminded patterns along her thigh. “I mean… do you need anything? Are you in pain? Should I fetch a physician? A whole team of them, perhaps?”

Y/N smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. “I’m fine, Brant. A little tired, maybe.”

His brows furrowed. “Tired? Then rest. Immediately. In fact—” He sat up abruptly, already moving to grab extra pillows. “You should be lying down. You need comfort, softness, the finest blankets we can find—”

“Brant.” She caught his sleeve before he could disappear on a mission for luxury. “Just stay here.”

He froze, eyes searching hers before his expression melted into something tender. “Always, Stella Mia.”

He settled beside her, an arm looping around her waist as she leaned into him. It was rare to see him so quiet, so still, but he held her like she was something precious, something sacred.

After a moment, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“What if… what if they have your eyes?” His voice was almost wistful, as if imagining the idea for the first time.

Y/N smiled. “And what if they have yours?”

He chuckled, squeezing her a little tighter. “Then the world will never stand a chance.”

She laughed softly, closing her eyes as exhaustion started to pull at her. Brant simply held her, his usual chaos set aside for the moment as he let himself marvel at this new chapter of their lives.

And for once, the infamous rogue had no need for theatrics. Because this—this was already the greatest story he would ever be a part of.

Brant had never been good at keeping secrets—especially not ones that filled him with this much joy. It was a miracle he had lasted this long without bursting. But now, the time had come.

The Troupe of Fools was gathered in the Fools’ Elysium, their lively chatter filling the grand hall as they passed around drinks and shared exaggerated tales of their latest antics. The air smelled of wine, roasted meats, and the faintest trace of incense—everything warm and familiar.

Brant stood atop one of the long banquet tables, goblet in hand, his pink eyes practically glowing with excitement. “My friends! My beloved, ridiculous, chaotic family! Lend me your ears!”

The room quieted—well, as much as it ever could in a den of exiled performers and troublemakers. The Fools turned their attention to him, some with curiosity, others with amusement.

“What now, Brant?” One of them called. “Another duel against a noble you’ve insulted?”

“Are we fleeing the city? Blink twice if we should start packing.”

Brant gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “You wound me! Can I not call upon you all without accusations of scandal?”

A chorus of doubtful murmurs and laughter rang out, but Brant only grinned, raising his arms dramatically.

“Tonight is not a night of mischief! It is a night of celebration! For I, the incomparable, magnificent Brant, have achieved my greatest performance yet—may, my greatest creation!” He gestured grandly toward Y/N, who stood at the edge of the gathering, watching him with an amused yet knowing smile.

“I—” He paused for effect, savoring the anticipation in the air. “—am going to be a father!”

For a beat, the room was silent.

Then—

Cheers erupted, wild and thunderous. The Troupe of Fools was nothing if not expressive, and this news sent them into a frenzy of whooping and applause. Someone threw their hat into the air. A few musicians immediately broke into a celebratory tune.

Y/N found herself suddenly swept up as various members of the Troupe rushed to congratulate her. Arms wrapped around her in joyous hugs, voices overlapping with excited chatter.

“When were you going to tell us, Y/N?”

“You’re carrying Brant’s child? Saints help you.”

“This calls for a feast! No, a festival! A whole week of celebration!”

Brant basked in the revelry like a king in his court, drinking in the joy around him. Then, as if the sheer energy wasn’t enough, he pulled a lute from one of the musicians and strummed a few dramatic chords.

“A song! A song for the miracle that is my beloved and our future little fool!”

Groans and laughter followed as he launched into a completely improvised ballad about love, destiny, and the trials of raising a child with his unparalleled charm.

Y/N shook her head, laughter spilling from her lips as she watched him. He was over-the-top, ridiculous, and hopelessly dramatic.

And she wouldn’t have him any other way.