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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 1 year ago

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"Stupid" Things the TWST Cast Believed As Kids

I was going to post this without a preamble but it just looked wrong LMAO -----------------------------------------------------

Heartslaybul

Riddle - He just mispronounced a lot of words out loud. This is actually common in a lot of kids that read a lot, they don't know how to say a word any differently than the way they've pronounced it in their head, so some examples: (Ladle -> would rhyme with Saddle, Rhythm had over-emphasis on the first 'h', etc.)

Trey - thought butter was made from the fat collected off of cow butts ('butt' was also the only 'naughty' word he knew for a long time). The thing is he had probably seen his parents make butter. either by accident or on purpose and it still didn't click for him.

Cater - only ate black beans, (when they were served). when he was a kid because he thought they were the same as coffee beans. He saw his dad eating chocolate covered coffee beans and got mad when he denied him the Delight Of Caffeine at Three Years Old so thought eating black beans was like. A super sneaky way of being like his dad.

Deuce - Chocolate covered strawberries came from a special plant, he didn't think his mom just set them up for him sometimes. He ended up asking more than a few times when his strawberries were plain when they could 'go back to the store and get the good kind' and would call the strawberries without chocolate 'rotten'.

Ace - For whatever reason, he didn't think bears were a real animal. Just. Teddy bears existed. And of course when his big brother showed him pictures of real bears he thought he was messing with him. Ace will not admit how long it took him to realize that bears are real.

Savannaclaw

Leona - Falena told him once that vanilla extract comes from 'beaver butt juice' and it was in all the vanilla flavoured desserts he's ever had. Yes Falena was messing with him to get his portion of desserts because Leona was too grossed out to eat them. It managed to last about 6 months before Leona was fed up and researched the information on his own.

Ruggie - His grandma protected him best she could from food scarcity, so he genuinely believed she knew how to make something from nothing. Same with his clothes.

Jack - Refused to eat hotdogs because he thought they were made from real dogs and cried whenever he saw someone else eating hot dogs. Even when they bough turkey hot dogs he thought they added 'turkey flavouring' to the Dogs.

Octavinelle

Azul - Thought cuttlefish were 'cuddlefish' and would get so SO upset when they didn't want to snuggle with him

Jade - When he first heard the word 'hermaphrodite' he thought it meant someone who just really really liked hermit crabs.

Floyd - Was SO disappointed to find out ice cream didn't scream while you eat it (I-scream)

Scarabia

Kalim - Used to try and eat really fast, so Jamil told him if he ate his food too hot his tongue would melt to the top of his mouth. (Yeah Jamil got in trouble for that one but it worked, Kalim savoured his food and he still makes sure his food is cooled down a little before he eats).

Jamil - Didn't eat yogurt for a long time because he didn't want to 'feed the bacteria in his belly'. That was his only reasoning.

Pomefiore

Vil - thought candy cigarettes were real cigarettes, this resulted in him biting one of his dad's or fellow actor's cigarettes and Regretting it. (Even the fake ones are filled with like an herbal blend, you don't want to eat it still)

Rook - kinda sad, but genuinely thought termites were considered dessert. They were fairly rampant in his home so he would eat them any chance he got (raw termites supposedly taste like pineapple).

Epel - yeah he thought he was a werewolf, there isn't much else to add.

Ignihyde

Idia - Thought that microwaving a spider/other bugs for a very short amount of time would mutate their DNA and he could keep it as a pet, despite many failed attempts, he continued trying.

Ortho - (insert ugly crying here thinking about baby boys early years) he really believed that one day Idia would find a way to bring the characters from tv/video games into 'real life' so they could have play dates with them. (Idia promised him he would try his best)

Diasomnia

Malleus - He thought computers were a type of pet people could have.

Lilia - Used to think that the stars were really big glow bugs

Silver - Fully believed the storks deliver babies thing. Not because of Lilia, but because of a story book and it made things easy so he just rolled with it anyways, until Silver was old enough.

Sebek - That the fountain of youth was real - he wanted to drink from it once he reached his prime so that he could serve Malleus always.

Others

Che'nya - Refused to believe that gum ever came from trees because he 'tried sap before and it didn't even taste like syrup so how could something sweet as gum come from trees'.

Najma - Thought she was able to talk to ghosts, it was just Jamil fucking with her lskjfhsldkjfsdf

Neige - Didn't know what owls were, called them tree penguins.

Rollo - Called ambulances 'Body Rescue Busses' because even as a kid he knew only God could save your soul. (you can take that seriously or as satire idc) -------------------------------------------------------- @fluffle-writes thank you for the compliments, and the motivation to write!! ljfkjdshflkjsdf

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sainteclectic · 5 months ago

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fuck it. hms as wild cats BUT. no big cats allowed

heart is a black-footed cat. looks cute, right? black-footed cats are statistically the deadliest predator in the feline world, catching a staggering 60% of their prey {compared to a lion's 20-25%}. they're incredibly brave despite their small size, often making their homes inside empty termite mounds to deter predators and will fight fiercely if their den is attacked. they're known in parts of south africa as "anthill tigers" due to their courage and strength. unlike most cats though, they're not good at climbing because of their stocky build and short tail.

mind is a manul. also known as pallas's cat, manuls live in steppes and valleys that vary widely in temperature. they're solitary creatures, using caves and abandoned burrows as shelter. they prefer to have a variety of dens because of the temperature conditions, often having upwards of 100 different dens that they use throughout the year. they're a highly specialized predator that's adept at hunting rodents by waiting by the entrance of their burrow or pulling them out by force with their claws. {also, look at him}

soul is a cheetah. unlike most wild cats they're social, and though they're capable of being solitary, male cheetahs are visibly healthier and have a stronger chance of survival when in a group. despite this, they're naturally neurotic and skittish, hardwired to run if they feel threatened. cheetahs in captivity are so anxious that they're given support dogs who teach them to be more comfortable and social. cheetah mothers are also incredibly protective of their kits, moving them frequently and always staying within a kilometer of their den at all times.

#cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #cj heart #cccc heart #cj mind #cccc mind #cj soul #cccc soul #whole is soul's therapy dog in captivity {the time loop} of course.#tridential tirade

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illvmii · 2 years ago

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Home For The Weekend.

DBF!Miguel x FEM!Reader, NSFW!! READ WITH CAUTION!!

TAGS: DBF!Miguel, Nsfw, a little fluff ig, pining Miguel, I gave you good parents because you deserve it, oral (fem receiving), praise, p in v, unprotected (use protection gang), a little exhibisionism (people are in the house), Miguel is pretty soft in this one, LMK if I forgot anything

A/N: Because I had to swap accounts and all that, I decided to write smut as a sorry (cause I know that’s what most Miguel fans want LMFAO) so here you go!! It’s Dad’s best friend cause GODDD I love DBF Miguel lemme tell ya. Also not proof read (I’m really fucking tired rn I’ll proof read tmr probably)

You’ve been away from home for a good while at this point. Your college really wasn’t all that far away, but you’ve been so freaking busy it’s unbelievable. You called your parents at least three times a week, even at that point you were failing to do so. You were completely overwhelmed and it was awful.

But finally, finally you had a weekend where you were free. You didn’t have anything to do, so you decided to drive home and spend the weekend there. You knew your parents really missed you, so it was the best choice for all of you (plus you’d been killing to taste some of your moms cooking once again).

You had called your father to let him and your mom know you were coming, but were told a very interesting surprise. It was for sure a welcome one, though. Your father’s best bud, Miguel O’Hara, was staying with your parents for a week. Apparently the man’s house got termites which fucking blew chunks for him. But for you… well, aren’t you just lucky?

That man is HOT! We all know it, he’s absolutely stunning. So when you figured you’d be in the same house as him for a whole weekend, your entire stay seemed to get much more interesting.

Of course it was a ‘Look don’t touch’ scenario, you couldn’t even imagine the hell that would let loose if you made a hit on your dad’s best friend. You knew your father and Miguel were super close, they have been since you were a little girl. Miguel and your pops met when you were in third grade, because you were on your schools little soccer team. Miguel was the coach, since his own daughter Gabriella was on it.

You and Gabi actually became pretty good friends, still are to this day. She’s fun to be around and you text her whenever you have the chance. Of course she doesn’t know about the absolutely disgusting thoughts you have about her father on the lonelier nights. You think nobody but you really needs to know those. God forbid if your dad found out.

You haven’t seen Miguel in… what was it? Nearly three years at this point. He didn’t come around the house much after you turned 19 for some reason. Your dad and him always hung out at bars and such. So you haven’t seen him in a long time. The barbecues Miguel always had once a month were strangely on days you had told your dad you weren’t available, either. It’s very strange. You never have had the best of luck with men, so you just assume god is playing a cruel trick on you.

You eventually pulled into your childhood home driveway, the second you entered your mom pulls you to the side and presses kisses all over your face.

“Oh my gosh! It feels I haven’t seen my baby girl in ages! How have you been, honey?!”

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you smile, “Been good. Busy, as I’ve said on our calls. But finally got some free time!”

Your mother grinned and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad your home, sweetheart. The house just isn’t the same without you here.”

“Dad already getting on your nerves, huh?” You snicker, hugging her back tightly.

Your mom chuckles and shakes her head, “He’s still the same ol’ grump. You should have heard him and Miguel when the soccer game was on… my goodness I was worried we were going to get a noise complaint.”

“Are they really that bad? Geez. I know Dad is bad, can’t imagine two of them.”

Your mother chuckles, “Your father is in the living room. Go say hi, hes been waiting for you all day.”

You give her a nod and walk off to the living room to greet your dad. He’s on the couch, so you plop down next to him. “Hey, Dad. How’s it hanging?”

He turns to look at you and bumps your shoulder with his, “There you are, squirt. Where you been for so long, huh? Outgrown us regular people now you’re a big shot at college?”

You smirk at his tease, “Don’t worry. I won’t forget about you. Least not yet.”

He flicks your forehead, chuckling to himself.

“Miguel is out in the pool. You should go say hi.”

Your face immediately heats up. He’s in the god damn pool?! With probably little shorts? Oh god…

You nod and stand from the couch and make your way to the pool. You slide the glass door to the patio open and dear god.

You see Miguel, hes swimming laps in the big pool. As long as you’ve known him, he’s worked out a bunch. No wonder he’s so fucking buff.

Stepping down into the patio area, you send him a wave, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara?”

He pauses his swimming and looks up at you. He flashes a smile, “My god, that you, pequeña?”

Miguel shakes his head to get the excess water out, swimming too the stairs of the pool to get out. You see now that yes, he is in little swim trunks.

He grabs his towel to wipe his extremely chiseled chest down. He smiles at you as he does, “How have you been, chica? I haven’t seen you for a while. Your dad sends me photos of you sometimes, but they really didn’t show off how much you’ve grown.”

You blush as he runs his eyes over you to really take in your growth. “I’ve been okay. College is keeping me busy. How about you? I’ve heard your house has termites.”

Miguel let’s out a loud groan, “Mhm. I could hear them in the walls at night, it was hell. At least they’re getting taken care of now, ‘Eh?”

“Yeah. I could imagine that would be hell,” You add on, not helping the conversation at all. You really couldn’t focus on conversing well. The man who has plagued your mind since you hit puberty is standing right in front of you, wet and in tiny shorts.

Miguel fully dries himself off, “I’ll go in and change, alright? Then we can talk some more.”

He walks off and you follow behind. You sit next to your dad in the living room and patiently (not at all patiently) wait for ‘Mr. O’Hara’.

Miguel walks into the living room wearing some loose shorts and a white t-shirt. He sits on a free chair and looks to your dad, “Man, look how big your girl is now! Can’t even believe it. Can’t believe how big my Gabi is, either.”

Your dad chuckles and groans, “I know, right? Time really flies when you get old.”

Miguel shoots you a smile, “I’m not that old, am I, cariño?”

You shake your head quickly, “Of course not.”

Your father chuckles, “You don’t gotta lie to Miguel, honey! Let him have it.”

Miguel leans forward to smack your father’s shoulder, “Ay! You aren’t young yourself.”

Your father and Miguel banter back and forth for a bit, before the soccer game starts out. They shut up immediately to watch, though once the plays start happening they shout at the TV like mad men. You chuckle whenever they do. It brought back memories of you and Gabriella having a play date and hearing them go nuts over the match in the other room.

After the match, it was dinner time, and holy fuck did it smell good. Your mother knew how to cook man, let me tell you.

You were sat in between your mom and Miguel. Your dad and the hunk were talking about the game, while your mother asked you questions about how college was going. You told her all about it, from the gossip to how the vending machine in the lobby stopped working again, which pissed you off to no end.

While you were talking and ranting about “those damn machines”, you felt a thigh press against yours. You glance down, seeing it was Miguel’s. Strange, because you didn’t remember his chair being this close. You shrug it off and keep talking to your mom.

After dinner you were stuffed, so you head up to your bedroom for the night. You were currently sitting on your old bed, snuggled up all nice and cozy while watching some YouTube. That was until the door creaked open. You figured your mom had done your laundry like the lovely lady she is, but indeed it was Miguel.

He stepped into the room with a soft smile, closing the door behind him, “Hey, pequeña.”

You sit up immediately at the sight of him, plucking your earbuds from your ears, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara. What do you need?”

Miguel sits himself on the edge of the bed, “You can just call me Miguel, sweetheart. Mr. O’Hara makes me feel ancient.”

“Alright, Miguel.” You smile, which makes him chuckle. He looks up at you and speaks;

“We haven’t had much time to speak one on one. I just wanted to catch up with you, hadn’t seen you in a while.”

You tilt your head endearingly, “Yeah, it has been a while. College has kept me from coming home, plus you and dad don’t hang out around the house as much as you used to.”

Miguel’s face actually pinks a little at the statement, to your bewilderment. He scratches his head, “Yeah. Just gettin’ out on the town as you kids say makes us feel young, I guess.”

Cuddling your blankets a bit closer to you, you grin at him, “You really aren’t that old. You had Gabriella decently young, right?”

“I guess so,” He shrugs, “It feels like forever ago, yet also yesterday. Can’t believe my flor pequeña is in college now.”

You nod, “Oh yeah, I can’t believe we’re in college either. Gabriella texts me all about her college days. She rants about her boyfriend constantly, she seems to really like him.”

Miguel groans, “Don’t even get me started on that boy. He is not worth my daughter, not even a little.”

You giggle at his protective nature. You’re positive that no matter who Gabriella dates, Miguel will never deem them as good enough for his daughter.

Miguel looks into your eyes, “So, you got a boyfriend, niña?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t really met the right person,” Which was a total lie, by the way. You’ve gone on dates and met super nice guys, but in your head you constantly compared them to your first crush ever, Miguel. They never shaped up, so it never went anywhere.

His eyes widen, “Really? You’re so beautiful now, I’d figure you’d have tons of boys chasing you.”

The statement makes you blush fiercely, “Ah, no.”

Miguel lets out a thoughtful sigh, “You really have grown into a lovely young woman, you know.”

You blush even harder, “Thank you, Mr. O’Hara.”

He places a hand on yours with a chuckle, “I told you, it’s Miguel.”

“Right. Sorry. Sorry,” You take some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Miguel sees this and smiles.

“Why so flustered, cariño? Is it because I called you beautiful?”

You end up covering your face to hide said blush from him. Geez, your heart could not take this right now. You were dressed in some baggy Spider-Man pajamas, yet he is calling you beautiful?

“I-I’m not…”

You can’t believe you’re stuttering. The things this man does to you is insane.

Miguel reached a hand forward to take your hands away from your face. He doesn’t remove it, though. He rests it on your cheek.

“Do you want to know why I stopped coming around your house?”

You nod, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s because of your 19th birthday. Do you remember it?”

You think back to those years ago. It was a pretty fun party. You got a bunch of friends and family over and swam in your pool. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but just a fun time.

“Yeah. What about it? Did I do something?”

He chuckles and tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, “Nah. It’s just me. You… that day, do you remember what your swimsuit looked like?”

You think back again and blush. Not one of your smartest moments, buying a white swimsuit. It looked cute online, the thought of that it was supposed to go in water and get wet not really cementing itself in your head.

“Yeah…”

He nods and chuckles, “I saw you step out of the pool, and rushed over with a towel to cover you up. Remember? Sure, it was because I didn’t want you to expose yourself like that. However, I had a selfish reason.”

You look up and tilt your head a little.

“I didn’t want anyone else to see that part of you.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrow.

He smirks, “I was confused by the thought, too. I left right after the party and went to my house. I figured I’d stop having such strange thoughts after a day… but amor, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once.”

Your eyes widen, “Wh- Huh?”

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think you understand. You grew into this woman who I admire, not just for your looks. You’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful. You’re kind, you’re thoughtful, you’re funny, you’re perfect. I can’t get you out of my damn head.”

You can’t manage to speak at this point. You stare up at the man in shock as he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck.

“Please, let me kiss you, niña,” He basically begs, his eyes look full of desperation, “I’ve wanted to do it for years.”

You manage a tiny nod, so he rushes forward to kiss your lips. He holds you very close against him and kisses you hard. He lets out a groan at the contact. His tongue prods at your lips after a while and who are you to refuse such a man? You let him in, letting out a little groan of your own when he explores you.

After what felt like too short, you have to pull away to catch your breath. He doesn’t stop being on you, though. When you pant, he moves to kiss your jaw and neck.

You let out a little groan, “M-Miguel…”

“No good?” He speaks between kisses, “I’ve wanted to touch you for years, you don’t understand…”

You let out a little whimper, a god damn whimper.

“Please, let me touch you. Fuck, please,” He begs again. You manage a small nod once again. He dives back in to keep kissing your neck.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hands move downwards towards your shirt. He tugs it over your head and moans. His hands immediately reach down to squeeze your tits, and you have to cover your mouth to keep your moans in.

He mumbles out a soft “Fuck…” when he uses his thumbs to glide over your nipples. After a few seconds, he leans down to press kisses all over your soft breasts. He still uses his hands to softly prod at them.

You let out a low whine and he looks up at you, “Be quiet, my girl. Can’t have anyone hearing you.”

You nod and keep covering your mouth as he leans down to keep pressing soft kisses to your chest. After a few moments, he tugs at your bottoms and looks up at you. You nod embarrassingly, and he takes them and your underpants off in one fell swoop.

You hear him audibly choke a breath, which makes you blush more. He manhandles you so your thighs rest on his shoulders, and just goes to town.

You let out a loud yelp when his tongue presses against your clit, so he reaches down and puts his fingers in your mouth to silence you. He keeps his mouth going, sucking on the bud to bring you pleasure.

Miguel pulls back with a long breath, “Tastes so good…”

You whimper against his fingers when he leans down to insert his tongue in you. You cry out as he holds nothing back, forcefully having his way with you.

His one hand that isn’t in your mouth is softly caressing your thigh, which is driving you crazy in its own right. It feels like everywhere he touches you is pure heaven.

Though that one hand leaves after a moment, instead he moves to insert a finger in you. You clamp down on his fingers, which makes him chuckle.

“Feel that good?”

Against his hand, you mumble, “Fingers so thick…”

He smirks and curls his index finger, making your hips buck up and you let out another whine. He can softly hear you beg for more.

He complies, of course. Hes waited for this for years, no way he won’t give his girl everything she wants.

He inserts another finger, moving them around a little until he eventually finds your most sensitive spot. He presses the pad of his fingers up against it suddenly, making you jerk and squirm around.

His mouth dives back down to suck on your clit, which drives you absolutely insane. His fingers in both your mouth and inside you, as well as his skilled mouth was far too much for one woman to handle.

Miguel looks over at one of the thighs placed on his shoulder, seeing it shiver and shake. He breaks away briefly, “Are you close already, amor? You’re so sensitive for me. Have you been wanting my touch too?”

You nod frantically when he lowers his head to your clit again. You cry out, “Uh-Huh! Y-You were my first crush!” Your words were mumbled against his fingers, but he understood them just fine.

He sucks on your clit hard and curls his fingers at the same time, which causes you to let out a moan and your thighs shake more. He breaks away,

“Look at me when you come. Look into my eyes as I make you come. You understand?”

You nod and keep eye contact with him as he inserts a third finger, pressing over and over to your g-spot. He uses his tongue to swirl around your inflated bud at the same time.

His gaze, his mouth, his fingers, it was all far too much. After one harsh suck, you came with a muffled shout.

Miguel drank it all up immediately, seemingly absolutely satisfied to be covered in your juices.

He lets you catch your breath and removes his fingers from your mouth. He also lowers your hips back to the bed, being delicate as he does so he doesn’t hurt you. You were panting very harshly, still coming down from your high.

Everything was a bit fuzzy at the moment. Though you refocused a few seconds later- holy shit.

His shorts have been discarded, along with his shirt. He was naked just as you were, and god damn was he big.

He leans down to press a kiss to your stomach, “You think you can go again? Can you take me, pretty girl?”

You try and speak only to realize that you, in fact, can’t. You settle for a thumbs up, which just makes him laugh softly.

He gives you a few more seconds before aligning himself up with your pretty pussy, pushing himself in agonizingly slow.

You let out another moan, so he quickly puts his fingers in your mouth again to keep you quiet. He really, really did not need your parents who were down in the living room to hear this.

He kept pushing himself in, holding his own groans back. He’d used his hand and imagined how you’d feel in the past, but it was nothing like this. This was perfect.

Once he was in as far as he could go, he stopped and let you get comfortable. Of course it was a battle for him, he was fighting his primal instincts to just take your hard and fast.

You keep letting out the most adorable little whimpers, which even though he’s currently fucking you, make Miguel’s heart melt.

You hum against his fingers, “Ready…”

He nods and begins to move very slowly. He focuses on your face as he watches it contort and squeeze with his movements. You were so pretty when you were experiencing such pleasure, he thought.

He whispers, “Good job, pequeña. Such a good girl for me.”

The praise makes you bite down on his fingers a little. Your hands travel upwards to scratch on his back, too. It was taking all your willpower to not be loud.

He moves a little faster, leaning down to kiss you as he does. He keeps mumbling “My pretty girl” And “So perfect, just for me” as he increases his speed.

He knows he isn’t going to last long. He’s been dreaming about you for years at this point.

He begins to sweat as his hips snap against yours. His free hand moves down to rub on your already abused clit. You grunt on his fingers, pursing your lips against them.

“You gonna come for me again, amor? Come on my cock. Can you do that for me?” He speaks very softly. Both to keep it down, but to also be intimate with you.

You breathe heavily as you feel him pound into you. You can feel tears brimming at your eyes from the sensation.

He licks his thumb and places it back down on your clit, rubbing circles over and over again. At the same time, his hips were slamming against yours. Soon enough, you reached a second orgasm. He let out a moan that was nearly too loud when you did. The sensation was his end, because a few thrusts later he pulled out and came on your stomach.

You and him sat there, panting like you’d just ran a damn marathon. Though after a few minutes, Miguel stands and walks over to your nightstand to get the wipes there. He begins to wipe you of his cum and your sweat, cleaning you off so you can sleep comfortably.

You were so fucking exhausted it was insane. You could barely register as he carefully slid your pajamas back onto you, then changed back into his own clothes.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “If I could sleep in here, I would.”

“Mhm…” You mumble, a little upset he wouldn’t be cuddling you to sleep. But you obviously understood his reasoning.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips,

“Let’s do this again sometime, pequeña.”

Hope you enjoyed you rabid Miguel fans!! Feedback is always welcome. I used spanishdict so please correct any mistakes you see. Reqs open too!!

This was my first time posting anything NSFW on any site ever so I’m sorry if it’s bad LOL

Don’t repost or claim as or own and all that stuff please!! ❤️❤️

#reqs open #miguel x you #miguel smut #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #dbf!miguel #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fanfiction #miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n

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tribbetherium · 1 month ago

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The girats, an early lineage of hamtelopes adapted for high-browsing, produced several unusual lineages in the Glaciocene even as their numbers, diversity and range dwindled. One group that had survived, and fared well across the Therocene, were the giraards: an unusual clade who found a unique use for the long prehensile tongues they used to feed on leaves and branches: to supplement their diet with insects, especially ants and termites, first from the ones that dwelled in the trees, and eventually other mound-dwelling species on the ground.

The girats as a whole would generally not fare well in the Late Glaciocene, as the cooling climes and unpredictable bouts of weather both led to palatable trees dying off and their insect prey living deeper underground. To adapt, many species soon abandoned their crude, unwieldy cheek-horns and battering-ram heads, and switched to digging with their hooves: ones that, in time, lengthened into blunt, shoveling claws that they used to burrow into their subterranean colonies to track them down.

The long-clawed giravark (Giraffamyrmomys longinychus) was one of the last surviving species, and a typical member of the remaining members as of the Late Glaciocene. They thrived in temperate regions of Arcuterra, and became specialist feeders of basically only two food items: the commonly-found descendants of the bombermite, the towering fortresser (Edificitermes multireginus) and the seeds and nectar of the pipeflower brassica (Tuberobrassicus altoflorus).

Towering fortressers live in large, underground networks of tunnels and chambers, with their large, rock-hard mounds being used like chimneys for thermal regulation. As their environments can get rather cold especially during the night, the fortressers insulate their homes with denser walls and build their mounds oriented at an angle to the sun's path across the sky: catching its rising and setting rays to heat up the colony via its chimneys, with the heat remaining inside for longer. Should nights get too cold, they can enter a state of torpor, reducing activity and metabolism to save energy, and resume their progress once the weather warms.

Like their bombermite ancestors, the fortressers have three kinds of soldiers: large-headed biters, acid-squirting sprayers, and self-destructing blasters, all to defend against various different enemies: be it ants, ratbats, insectivorous furbils, or giraards. While the long-clawed giravark has done away with its heavy facial plating, it has not lagged in the arms race: its long snout puts its vulnerable eyes and ears further from its mouth, while the leathery skin on its snout can close its nostrils to prevent retaliating insects from entering. Its thick facial fur make it difficult for the termites to climb its face, struggling to navigate what is to them a dense forest of towering hairs.

The most unusual trait of the fortressers, hoever, is the way they reproduce. Like other termites, a king and a queen are sole breeders in a colony of sterile workers and soldiers. However, queens have a unique ability to lay unfertilized eggs: which, unlike hymenopterans which hatch into male drones, instead hatch into females: genetically identical clones of the queen herself. This ability allows her to produce young without the king's genes: allowing them to be replacement queens the king can mate with should she die, without the risk of inbreeding should he mate with his own daughters. Some of these satellite queens even move out of the colony and find mates from other colonies: ensuring the genes of these one queen are spread far and wide.

These termites have a relationship too with pipeflower brassicas. They guard its roots from underground pests like worms or beetle larvae that target its energy-rich tuber-like roots and fertilize it with their droppings, and in return the plant produces small nutritious growths from its roots in the winter where food is scarce: enticing the termites to keep protecting it as a valuable resource. This leads to it commonly growing within the vicinity of termite mounds: and thus, attracting the attention of giravarks as well.

The pipeflower brassica soon adapted to exploit this too, and fills its fertilized flowers with plenty of tiny seeds, which it then coats in the interior of its flower tubes with sticky nectar. Using their long tongues, the giravarks too feed on the nectar as a source of carbohydrates to supplement their protein-rich insect diet: and ensuring the seeds are spread near other termite mounds in the giravark's droppings when it approaches a mound to feed.

Unfortunately, changing climates in the Glaciocene's end would ultimately disrupt this strange three-way relationship between predator, prey, and a plant that symbiotically benefits both. As the warming climates soon turned much of Arcuterra into savannah and desert, the pipeflower would eventually dwindle, and soon die out. Soon would decline the termites, and with them the giravarks and other giraards too, and while enough of the towering fortressers would survive deep underground to later re-adapt to a drier world, giving rise to the cathedral mites feeding off desert adapted cacti-like grasses called saggros, the giraards would not be so fortunate: and ultimately vanish at the dawn of the Temperocene. Their legacy as specialized insectivores would not end with them, however, as in the Temperocene a whole varied array of myrmecophages would evolve from all sorts of lineages to take their place in the vacant niche, across the many continents: long-snouted zingos, specialized rhinocheirids, dwarf hammoths and various rattiles, feasting on the bounty of insects available during the tropical climate of the Temperocene era.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #speculative zoology #spec evo #hamster's paradise #species profile

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hatkuu · 2 years ago

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What would high jealousy!kylar do when you call him good boy. Like, he’s already threatened random classmate w/ knife and decided to kidnap you as soon as school’s over. But you just smiled, smooched his cheek and said you’re so cute that’s my good boy. Would the jealousy bar goes waaaaay down or would he snap.

hnansnnjjj waaaay down. waaaayyyyyyy waaayyy down.

especially if you're tied up in his basement - kylar's expecting you to panic, to have you squeal about how much you hate him and that you want to go home - but you simply lean forward and give him a smooch on the cheek and called him cute??? AND a good boy?? kylar.exe has stopped working.

gen! reader and m! kylar below!

Kylar's hovering over you, knife clutched tightly in one hand, the other clenched into a hard fist by his side. Each breath that escapes him is loud and rattles his chest. It sounds like it hurts.

Surprisingly, even as you're held in Kylar's basement for what might be the third time this month, you aren't scared. You'll still listen to his ramblings, though.

"I had to protect you, m-my love... I love you so m-much—"

You cut Kylar off mid sentence, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. Kylar gasps at the contact, flinching backward onto his rear as his knife clatters to the basement floor along with him. His hair falls back, exposing his mortified eyes and the bright blush that coats his cheeks. His mouth is agape, too.

"You're so cute! That's my good boy!"

He blushes hotter and heavier as he immediately moves to ground himself against your thighs. He looks up at you with wide, petrified eyes. His nails dig into you, careful to avoid the rope-burned areas of your skin. The partially termite-eaten chair groans at the extra weight, clearly only accustomed for one person.

"Y-You're not m-mad?"

"No? You're just protecting me! It's cute!" If you could pet his hair, you would. But with your hands currently tied behind your back, the most you can do is giggle and coo at Kylar to soothe him.

"I thought y-you hated me!" He sobs, quickly moving to untie your bindings. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hoodie sleeve, smearing a mix of tears and snot across his cheek. "You ignored me s-so much— I thought— I thought you f-found someone e-else!"

"Nooo! I just like riling you up, that's all!"

"What?"

#kylar the loner #hatkuuasks #dol kylar #kylar x reader #dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar #i lub him #teehee.#i think admitting you make kylar jelly on purpose is the quickest way to get a rough fucking #...#also would make him more unhinged because you just said you like when hes jealous soooooo #kuuskylarposting

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whereserpentswalk · 11 months ago

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There was, in the days of generations now passed into the gates of hades, a spirit that guarded a road. He was a kind spirit; he had been in the place for as long as anyone can remember. They say he looked like a tall man in shining green armor, with the wings and arms of a mantis. Nobody ever saw the face below his helmet. He was a kind spirit in those days, a protector of the travelers and the wanders. Those lost in the night he would show the way. He would walk with those who needed protection. The shops on the side of the road would put out warm milk and meat pies for him, and he would award them with money and customers. And any church that preached that he was an unclean thing would find themselves restored by termites and rats without his dear protection.

They say one day, as he walked alongside a young woman as she made her way home through a cold winter's night, a man came up to her and tried to take her away at the point of a knife. The spirit was enraged, and melted the attacker's eyes from his skull, and closed the holes in his face under his body died from lack of air. It was a brutal fate, though a fair one for a soul who would have done worse to one more innocent. And from that day forth the spirit spoke that anyone who walked along that road would be protected by the spirit's magic, and anyone or anything, human or beast, spirit or cryptid, who tried to bring those who walked his road to harm, would suffer a horrifying fate.

Though the people were protected, the road changed. First slowly. Automobiles began to appear, fueled by the fossils of the dead, and soon stoplights to tell when people were permitted to walk. Soon what was once the edges of the road was sidewalk. The road was paved again and again. And soon there weren't trains and weren't trollies. And store after store closed down, for new stores to be opened, giant boxes owned by corporations, with massive parking lots outside of them, that would never think to leave out milk and meat pies. And then one day there was no stoplight, and no sidewalk, because any place where human feet could be permitted to walk had been removed. They called the road a highway than, and the humans' leaders were proud of it. It was too noisy for even the wyverns to fly over, and too barren for even werewolves to hunt. But the spirit was still there.

And then the spirit took up a new banner. When the last safe place to walk was gone, and the first human was struck and killed trying to cross the highway, he had dropped the banner of the seelie court and taken up unseelie way. Not out of vengeance but out of duty.

All who seek to harm those who wish the walk the road are caused by his law, and those new powerful machines called automobiles are no different. Cars that drive through the great spirit's road find themselves crashing into each other, or spinning randomly and flying around the road, or breaking down and never moving around. Mechanics can't figure out why, can't explain why there are always flies and worms and snakes and scorpions in every car that passes through that road. Even the drivers aren't safe, nobody who would drive such a lethal machine through the spirit's road is safe, they find their bodies bleeding, and skin dashed with cuts as if from an insect's claws, and minds filled with eldritch madness. And they say there are many cars that seem to lose their drivers, with only bugs or toads in their place.

Some still see the spirit's body in the dark of the night. He's changed now, his armor has turned night black, and its shape twisted from what looked like a knight's suit, to an insect's strange shell, his once slender body stretched to an inhumanly elongated and spindly build. His claws are now like great blades, and where his face was once only in shadows, now two glowing eyes can be seen from below his helm, like a dark pervasion of headlights. But he is still the same creature he always was, this is only another side of the same being. And those animals and jaywalkers who cross the highway, will never be hit under his gaze, even if a thousand cars burst into flames to keep them safe.

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boylied · 29 days ago

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Animorphs Book Club- The Android

I know I said I’d skip a post one day to get back on schedule, but I can’t skip this one. I remember clearly getting this book and being So Ready. I also definitely had a crush on the cover model at like 9 years old (before I could understand what was happening), and that, combined with my affinity for Marco already, led to a good while where he was my favorite. Even more than Rachel (and y’all know I love my Girl). But, not one to judge a book by its cover, this book is a good start to a lot of in world complications that we don’t fully realize. So let’s get into it.

I know we all get tired of the recaps. But even just skimming this one, it sets up a lot of his character. It’s very visceral and descriptive. Repetitive, to drive home the point of what it’s really like to be a controller. And then he casually drops that his mother is one of them before explaining who she is. And that is what we call a trauma response.

I have no problem with them discovering Erek’s not human through the power of dog smelling. But I Must remind all of us that in Book 1, Jake used the same power to help determine that Tom was a controller. And then they retconned that ability. Just putting it out there.

RIP to the phonebook

As far as I know, there’s only one Planet Hollywood location in California.

I love when Tobias gets a chance to show off and be “ruler of the skies”. It almost makes up for them leaving him out so often.

“Tobias is a hawk. He has a right to be a hawk” Cassie’s really showing off her growth since the last book.

Ax bonds with the boys and freaks them out even more. Also, this part always confused me. If we’re going to have an explanation for where your mass goes when you morph something smaller than yourself, what’s the explanation for when you morph something bigger? Where does the extra mass come from? Did they answer that and I just don’t remember?

Marco we all know why you leaned into the spider’s hunting instincts. We get it. It’s okay to borrow some power.

Ah man, I remember the first time I read the description of Marco being eaten alive. It was horrifying. His fears have been bubbling so close to the surface for so long. And now he’s powerless and dying slowly. And when he screamed out loud to everyone within thought speak range? I was sweating. But let us remember how Marco reacted to Cassie’s meltdown following termite. And now he’s having a meltdown in spider.

As a kid, I loved the story of the Pemalites. But now I also question the validity of it. A race so advanced they transcended internal war, sure. But they were so advanced that they were alone in the galaxy? They never encountered another intelligent (space faring) species? I know that the Howlers were Crayak’s doing specifically. But unless the Penalties were absolutely and totally alone for tens of thousands of years, they’d know what conflict was. This feels like another red herring in the world of “war is black and white”.

Once again, Marco looks down on someone because they want to protect something other than the human race.

“I didn’t want to make this personal” you mean you didn’t want them to know that it was personal. Because it already is. (Jake, however, immediately admits that he’s doing this to get his brother back).

Once again, they are arguing about how they are planning to “destroy thousands of years of peace” but they haven’t actually had peace. They physically can’t harm another living creature. They happen to be physically and technologically capable enough to avoid conflict but they are in hiding. And at least some of them, clearly wish to be able to fight the yeerks, so this code becomes less of their built in value system and more of a “Ella Enchanted”-esque curse placed upon them. But the Chee seem to actively ignore all the ways they could be helpful without causing direct physical harm. You know what? I’m just gonna link this here: https://www.tumblr.com/light-wrath-paradise/783806700952125441/animorphs-book-club-book-10-the-android?source=share Go read this post.

If there’s one thing you can count on KAA for, it’s a compelling morph action scene.

The Chee need to get more creative with how they fight in this war. They may not experience causing violence, but they have witnessed it. Even if it was mostly just human on human atrocities. They know what they can and can’t get away with. And I won’t bother going on and on about how they are willfully choosing to step back. Creativity and strategy wins wars.

#animorphs book club #cassie #jake berenson #marco #rachel berenson #tobias #aximili esgarrouth isthill #yeerks #10 #Erek King #pemalites

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ms-scarletwings · 6 months ago

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Entomology has to be one of the most humbling of special interests cause I swear you are never going to hit a point where you confidently feel like you actually know shit about it with how often you keep learning. I have worked at least a couple years in pest control, have a side wasp-taxidermy hobby, and been into finding weird factoids since I was little,

And I was last week years old when I freaking found out that, APPARENTLY, earwigs parentally care for and nurture their young???

It starts with finding a whole pile of eggs waiting for me inside a termite bait station.

I’m like “that’s pretty cool, I wonder what laid these” and conveniently I see a hefty female earwig chilling nearby. She’s not running away either though I’ve definitely rustled her mood.

But who knows, maybe she’s here for an easy meal since they are omnivorous, and that’s easy to assume until I find the exact same situation in another station about 5 minutes later.

Neat little egg pile, a testy female sitting on top and being really reluctant to move too far away from them even through I’ve found her. Now I’m curious enough about whether these are earwig eggs so I start doing some research when I get home, and??? Wow! Not only was I right that they stick around and defend the clutch, clean fungus off of it, and regulate its temperature before the nymphs hatch, but the female earwig ALSO continues to protect and feed her offspring until they reach their second molt. This behavior is always cool and out of ordinary when it pops up in reptiles or amphibians, but in solitary bugs?! Whole new level of awesome, and been casually happening right under my feet for most of my life. Can’t believe none of y’all were gonna tell me and I had to just keep opening termite control devices to figure that one out.

Earwig moms, you rock.

#earwig #dermaptera #insects #bugs #bugs!#cool bug facts #scarlet rambles about things #mah pics #nature is awesome

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indigo-constellation · 8 months ago

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Your changeling!Daniil is amazing. Your Clara Burakh is amazing. Your totally-normal-scientist (who totally didn't do anything like Jack the Ripper and Victor Frankenstein in the capital! only ethically sourced bodies here!) Artemiy is amazing.

Clara as Haruspex is breaking my heart especially! The way you wrote her being friends with the kids - how Artemiy was once with Stakh, Grief and Lara - and how she has a foreboding feeling she won't belong with them once it is all over, because her role is to protect them, not be one of them! Rat man still found a way to be mean my girl 😭 Also she and Grace are so sweet. Wanted to say that Grace's name (Ласка) in Russian has double meaning: 1) weasel (animal); 2) tenderness. Do with that as you will~

Also Daniil (both of them) is so good as a changeling. I loved that quiet moment he had with Clara on the stage, where they say how odd it is to play like that. Love the eyes of the "twins" being what sets them apart, too! Raven feels like he wants to be a bad guy, but can't quite bring himself. Regretful plague that is also a dead man who is alive but only because the sickness is. Snake being so gentle and kind and seemingly having some sort of planning he doesn't fully share even with the reader. Also Daniil speaking Hebrew! I gasped when I realised. It's also a fun contrast to him only speaking in Latin in the game, especially if we still to see him as Jewish. Makes me really want to see how you'd write bachelor!Daniil! Want to take a look inside his head! I know what I shall read next.

Artemiy having a worst imposter syndrome out of all of them because of coming back home where he was supposed to take on his father's role and finding the man who was a founder of a project that could be called Artemiy's life work is comedy gold. Also his little sister literally living the life he refused! 10/10 no notes. Artemiy and his unfun coming-home-to-steppe party! 🥳 Roots, Rain and Reflection is secretly a comedy.

Thank you for writing this amazing role reversal, don't think I will be able to get it out of my head.

tumblr is so annoying bc I had a whole response and then it got deleted roijepigjetiuheoigj let me try to write what I can remember and hopefully do it better

I literally screamed when I read this ask btw thank you so much

the healers in this fic are so incredibly dear to me and I love them so much, I love getting to focus on them, yes Artemy's organs and cadavers as ethically sourced and fresh as he can get them :D

Haruclara truly deserves so much, she doesn't fit into the Termites despite being a kid herself, half because of the way she was raised and half because of the nature of the story and the separation of Healers and Bound. While also having messy connections with the other two Healers. I really wish I could have more Grara but this is primarily p1 focused so the Bound's role is limited (the amount of Yulia/Rubin/Lara/Aspity I had to cut- istg I was so excited to have an Aspity and Artemy interaction on day 6 but it would've been too long) I will keep what you said in mind though! thank you ^^

Changeniil has been so write, he keeps so much of himself hidden, so getting to reveal those small bits of him like in that theatre bit are great. The hands and the eyes being the main things to distinguish the twins Dankovsky is fun because those are two things Pathologic focuses on a lot, though I will say that there might be more later on. The Raven is a miserable wet beast, the idea behind the twins has been that different bits of Daniil are split up, so and what's fun about that is that it's Plagueniil that has the idealism. He's a fucked up guy held together only by spite and disease but he cares so much it hurts him. The Snake is also a creature, truly, he knows his plan, Raven knows his plan (and doesn't like it at all), and I know how it will fail, the narrators being unreliable is such a fun part of patho. I always write Daniil as Jewish (because he is to me lol) but specifically Daniil I think fits with Hebrew because it is a revived language and as a guy who is trying to defeat death I think it would suit him (also revived language and revived Daniil was an intentional choice) I will say though, idk how well my old writing holds up bc my writing got a lot better while writing roleswap so go at your own risk lol

Finally, Bachtemy, a dearly beloved fool <3 he used to have a much bigger conflict with Daniil about Daniil not being who Artemy expected him to be and that being a lot more angsty but then I started writing that scene and it turned out gay so nice. There's a lot about Artemy I'm planning to go into in chapter 7 so look out for that. Artemy is also 100% the character I get to make the funniest, truly the comedian of the cast, I am putting him in the blender as I write this.

thank you again for this!! sorry with inflicting you with the thinking about it curse lol, it's happened to a few people as I've seen and idk how to fix that (I am also infected I cannot stop thinking abt this au) but this long ask really made me so happy to see and I'm so glad you're enjoying it!!

#indigo rambles #pathologic roleswap au #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #clara pathologic

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