#foraging trips

[balkanradfem]

This is a story from a few months ago, but I keep thinking about it! It's very unserious and a little ironic. It's about a foraging trip, lost and found, and a bit of exhaustion.

I lost my gloves while foraging in the forest. They were quality, thick gloves that I got from my neighbour lady, who suggested I only wear them for fancy occasions, they were fancy gloves. But I saw them and immediately thought 'I'm gonna construct my house wearing these, they're good protection'. In the meantime, I was keeping them clean and using them to harvest nettle. They're strong enough to cancel out any stinging.

It was the first time I took them to the forest, and now they were gone. I was bummed out, I had plans for those gloves, I wanted to experience building a home wearing them, and I wanted them back. I only realized they were gone late afternoon. And also, I had at that point worked for several days in a row, and struggled with severe exhaustion; my physical and mental health was bad, and I knew if I woke up the next day and biked all the way to the forest to look, I would have to stay in bed for a long time to recover.

Still, I went. I wanted the gloves back.

I went over the same route I did the day before, thinking intensely on where could I have dropped them without noticing. I had been foraging for mushrooms, but I got a few chestnuts as well. I knew I had them on while entering the forest, and from that point on, I couldn't remember what had happened to them. I would notice if they fell off my hands. Which meant, I probably subconsciously took them off while foraging, and then was preoccupied with whatever I had found, to notice them falling to the ground. With this hypothesis, I visited every spot I found a mushroom on, or a chestnut, which led me to climb all the way to the top of the hill – and there they were. Both of them at my chestnut foraging spot, lying down on the leaves, untouched by anyone. Satisfaction and completion flooded my senses, I had my gloves back, house building plans are back on.

Since I was already in the forest, I took a moment to gather more chestnuts, to take some pictures, to waddle-daddle and look for more mushrooms. By the time I was done, I was barely standing upright. I was worried I wouldn't be able to bike back home from how exhausted I'd gotten. All of my limbs hurt and I was dizzy and losing my ground.

On my last leg, I managed to get back home. I collapsed to the floor as soon as I entered my apartment, thinking how unwise of a venture this had been, but hey, at least I had the gloves, and all was well. Until. I checked the pockets of my jacket. My phone. It wasn't in them.

A wave of panic. I quickly checked my bag, my pants, all of other pockets. My phone – the new phone which could take quality photos was gone! I had just gotten it as a gift and it was a miracle for me to have it and I could never afford it and I had already lost it? This cannot be happening. Pure adrenaline had me running back to my bike, jumping on and rushing outside – had I lost it in the street? Did it fall out of my pocket without me noticing, because I was exhausted?

I raced back to the forest, which is a long ride, looking at the street frantically, analyzing people to see if any of them looked as if they've found a phone lying around. They didn't though, everyone looked the same grumpy as usual. I kept thinking, even if there was traffic, and I was exhausted, I would have heard a phone that big crashing onto the pavement, right? I would have noticed the noise. There's no way I wouldn't. There was only one location where the phone could fall without me noticing, where the noise would be so soft it would not even register. It had to fall somewhere in the forest. I remembered where I took the last picture, and the phone had to be between that spot, and where I exited the forest, or I would have heard it.

Ironically, the last place I went was a hill that I had to climb again. I ran up it frantically trying not to slip on the leaves, looking left and right, my heart beating loudly in my chest, knowing this was the last place to look, and if it wasn't there, then—

And I found it. Lying on the forest floor, just as I deduced it would be. I grabbed it, laughed, and collapsed to the ground. I kept lying there for a long while, holding my phone in my hands, unbelieving in what I just went trough. Why did I put the phone in that jacket pocket? It was too big to keep in a pocket anyway. I was playing with luck, and look where it got me. Gasping for air on the forest floor, grateful to still have the phone. How would I even get home now that adrenaline rush has faded?

I don't remember how I got home, but I think it was very, very slowly. I put the phone in my bike basket so I could look at it all the way. I came home with my phone and my gloves back. I think I was physically in shambles, but eventually I recovered. I never lost my phone after that! It was never put in any kind of pocket ever again. Isn't it funny that I lost it looking for my lost gloves? It felt like some sort of a lesson almost, watch where you put your important things! Or maybe sew a better pocket, that seals so your phone cannot fall out. I wouldn't say I learned anything except not to put phones in pockets, and to put gloves away before foraging. I'm happy I got my stuff back!

[makiandcheese]

i hope you guys dont forget rosaria canonically considered razor her little brother because he is technically under varka's care. so it would be really funny if the first time we see the grandmaster of the ordo favonius, it's gonna be him asking where his son is. when razor is nowhere to be found he asks where his daughter is and she is busy with work

[schnanko]

geographic problem

i need rocks for a christmas gift, ideally naturally occurring and i find them myself

HOWEVER

i live on a sediment based land structure, and i would have to drive at least an hour to find good rocks or shells 😔

[losech]

Quick trip to Georgia to drop the old man off with @blackbackedjackal. Saw a few neat flowers, drove through a crazy storm, and finally found some American beautyberry bushes. I'm going to make jam from the berries. The leaves are also a natural insect repellent.

[fabrigaytor]

I have never been more grateful for the poison immunity

[binch-i-might-be]

Gwash likes being in nature. Gwash likes spending time with his kids.

-> Gwash takes his kids camping. every year!

[livvyanarchy]

late August at mt. lemmon

[idiotobsessedwithcats]

Ok but have you ever caught a tiny frog

[smithcollegegirls2004]

club wrapped

you complimented 1500 women

you almost tripped 25 times

you foraged for cigarettes on the patio for 2 hours

you lived a beautiful life infinitely and forever

you waited in line for the bathroom for 52 minutes

[sergioguymanproust]

The journey begins here.For someone who has camped in several places this path looks as good as any. The trail is fresh with the urine scent of a predator marking its territory and the scat leaving no doubt about of its intentions.But I’m a shaman that has but one thing in mind to reach my destination,camp and collect wild mushrooms, and fresh pine needles to make some tea and fresh berries now in season,and avoid contact with any predators. Easier said than done, and one request from a friend of mine,an elder of a tribe that I was asked not to mention, bring back an owl alive ,they are around but to catch one ,one must prepare a trap with some fresh bait right under its nest.Easier to catch one from a barn than here in the wild.There are ways to do this, but I must locate such a nest,the hardest thing is not to disturb much the ground leaving one’s scent .This is one of the first mistake novice hunters do. Well, on my way to find a place to camp,preferably near a water source to spend time making fire to make tea.We shamans are loners often chosen for its sixth sense and tracking down places where spirits of the forest live,well ,I say live meaning in the spirit world that have one foot in the material world and the other in the spiritual realm. Raised always learning the ways of the woods and the link of this civilized world. I will continue in the following posting.Follow my blog if you wish to learn more about the shaman’s life and the teachings.Blessings to you all. May the great Manitou continue to shine on you. Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

winter path

[littlepuppers]

i really want to go camping. just a nice, solo camping trip to relax and have time to myself :)

I’d wake up and make breakfast, hike up to a different spot, start a fire and forage for a bit, draw or carve something, and setup camp for the night.

i have one pair of pjs with me and my sleeping bag for the night because i don’t have to worry about anyone judging what i wear or asking me for a spare blanket. So i packed just a pair of booty shorts and a smallish tank top. it’s just basic undergarments, nothing fancy, and i would be pretty embarrassed if anyone knew i wore these drabby clothes to sleep.

after i make a cup of sleepytime tea and wait for the fire to die out, i snuggle up in my sleeping bag. it’s a bit chillier tonight but i don’t have any other clothes to wear on top of this since i only brought my pjs and my stinky hiking clothes.

whatever. i drift off to sleep and dream of watching shooting stars falling around me, so pretty. as they crash onto the ground around me i feel the heat from them on my skin. it’s getting warmer, but i also really feel it on my cheeks. like i’m flushed or blushing. i watch the stars spark into flames and die out into embers.

animals start to surround me. deer, rabbits, foxes, and coyotes. they all come up around me and start sniffing my face and body. they start licking my face and neck, i giggle trying to push them away, it tickles. one of the coyotes that’s licking my stomach starts traveling down toward the hem of my shorts. woahhh haha, watch out buddy, i tell him.

Obviously not understanding english, he nudges his snout under the hem and takes a lick on my parts. i push his head away harshly and sit up. Immediately im pushed back down by the other animals and a huge buck comes and steps on my hair and arms so i can’t move.

i know this is a dream but how am i not waking up already???

a rabbit comes and starts pulling my shorts down, the coyote comes back and nudges his snout between my legs, i scream and try to close them but he turns and bites one. fuck, that felt real.

He goes back and starts licking, hesitant at first, just seeing how it tastes i guess. since foraging and meal prepping the smart and healthy way, ive only packed like fruit and stuff so obviously it probably tastes like really fucking good. at least that’s all i can assume from him diving in, licking deeper and deeper. fuck her tongue is fucking huge. it goes in and out fluidly. the slick sounds filling the air along with my whimpers and the other animals breathing and chirping and whining.

i feel it building up in my tummy, something molten. fuck, this is the weirdest wet dream i’ve ever had.

all of the sudden, his tongue dives insanely deep and curls into one of my spots. I wake up with a gasp and shaking through an orgasm. letting out a loud screaming moan, my eyes shoot open as i feel it curl inside me again.

WHAT THE FUCK

a tall dark figure is above me, my sleeping bag is unzipped and this persons hand is between my legs, his fingers curl inside me again. i scream, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away and get his fingers out. he plunges them deeper and uses his other hand to wrap around my neck and push it to the ground, holding it there.

i try to scream but can’t with my minimal airway, so i struggle and whimper, squeezing and trying to tear his arm away from my neck but it won’t budge. his fingers are still thrusting in and out of me, sometimes slowing down to explore and prod at my spots. i really cant help but shiver from the stimulation and orgasm from earlier. but who the fuck is the guy and how did he get in here and find me?!?

he finally speaks, moving his fingers to slip out a bit. “you weren’t this wet the whole time darlin’, my friend had to help you out to start, could barely get him off’a you. but i can’t blame him…” the dark figure takes his fingers out slowly with a shhlickkk sound, putting them up to his mouth, “…because you sure do taste fucking heavenly.” he leans to the side so i can see behind him something moves, a fucking dog. what the fuck. i thrash and whimper. “don’t fucking move. he bit you once, he’ll do it again.” I freeze, the bite, the dream, fuck it was all real.

the dog starts whining and tries to come up to me but the man pushes him back. he pushes his fingers back into me and starts moving them again, fuck i’m so overstimulated it almost hurts. “fuck, he’s eager. do u mind if he goes for a second course?” “fuck you,” i strain out. he opens my legs barely and the dog jumps over me sniffing and licking as deep inside as he was in the dream. fuckkk this is horrible i could get a disease or something, he needs to stop licking at my fucking spots it’s really too much.

the pressure starts building again. oh no, no no no no. please god i can fucking cum on a dogs tongue. opposing to my thoughts, my body gets closer and closer and- he stops. i freeze and tears start flowing from my eyes. from relief his contact from me is gone and because my body is so worn out now.

SHITT, something scrapes at my hips, the dogs paws, what the fuck is going on?? “sorry darling, he needs a little help, do you mind?” the man takes the pillow out from under my head and harshly lifts my hips, placing it underneath. he takes his hand off my throat finally, i gasp for air and can barely speak through my damaged vocal chords, “fuck you asshole.” “uhh yeahhhh i won’t, but he’s about to.” he nudges the dog forward. the man stuffs my shorts into my mouth so i can’t scream. how the fuck is this happening.

the dog immediately scratches at my hips again and starts rutting his hips toward me. FUCK NO. i thrash around but feel something poke my neck. it’s the man holding my wood carving knife i. his hand against my neck. “move, and I’ll fucking slit your throat.” tear start flowing from my eyes. how did i ever get in this position. i feel something scortching start to poke at my entrance, fuck please no please please please no…

the dog edges toward me more and suddenly plowing himself so deep inside me, how the fuck did i think doggy dicks were small??? this feels fucking huge, it fucking hurts. he’s thrusting in and out and an inhumane pace. his huge red doggy part pushes every single one of my spots and i can’t think anymore, i can’t even move. it’s like he’s going through me i can almost feel it in my stomach. he starts growling and i feel it get bigger. no way, this dog is not gonna knot me. please god. he can’t fit it in thank god.

“aw cmon buster, you can do better than that,” the mysterious man says before pushing the dogs backside against me and i feel it force inside me FUCK.

fuck that’s huge, i can’t fucking move because i think im gonna break. help please someone help me god…

i feel it. the flooding of molten liquid filling me. all i can do is whine through this soaked through fabric. i’m such an idiot for getting myself in this stupid situation, for not bringing a gun, im so stupid. there’s nothing i can do now except stay still while this dogs huge knot presses on my spot and his cum dumps into my cervix. i feel it dripping out. all over my sleeping bag and the floor of the tent. “how’d that feel hun? seems buster loved it, did you?” he takes his finger and wipes from the base of the dogs cock, bringing the liquid up to my mouth and smearing it all over my lips. i feel it leak down into my mouth and i’m utterly repulsed.

the dog breaks away with a POP and my legs and hips and whole body goes lax. the man chuckles and puts his hand down there again. oh no please don’t, and he doesn’t. instead, he scoops up the dogs cum and pushes it back into me. “good girl keep it in ok? the scent of it will help him track you down again.” i groan weakly and my vision begins to go blurry. the last thing i see is him throwing a stick outside the tent and the stupid dog running off after it to fetch.

fuck camping.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

UnANTicipated

Male Ant Mimic Spider Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Ant Hybrid Reader CW: Noncon, reader mildly drugged by venom, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, oviposition Word Count: 1.3k (Hope you enjoy the buffet of writing I have been cooking up, feel free to tip and please comment!)

On the post-apocalyptic continent that was once the US, almost everyone was a hybrid of human and animal.

There were still pure humans, but they were exceedingly rare.

It was thought that a virus combined with radiation caused the transformation.

You were an ant-hybrid. Unlike an actual ant, you could leave your colony and survive independently, but why would you wanna leave the colony?

You were a small drone, and the soldier ants kept you safe from many mutated beasts. The foragers brought food, and you worked construction! You made tunnels and expanded rooms.

You had never even been outside. There was no reason for you to leave the safety of the colony, you had no tasks out there.

The colony was massive and always growing. That's why you didn't think twice when you met a new ant that you had never met before.

A fellow builder named Echo.

He must have been new to building because he was not good at it all. Seemed his instincts were all wonky. And there was something about how he looked... he was bigger than many of the soldiers you had encountered.

You figured maybe he had been a soldier and suffered some type of injury. Or maybe he had gotten into trouble and removed from the service!

Oh well, he seemed friendly and was clearly putting forth a lot of effort into building.

You didn't want the foreman to yell at the new addition so you taught him everything you knew and supervised his work carefully.

Echo was such a sweetie. A fine member of the colony! You frequently ate lunch together, and he confirmed that he was a former soldier ant that had suffered internal injury. It was all he could do just to build and remain useful to the colony.

What an inspiration.

You always stared at him in wide-eyed admiration as he told you how he had fought victoriously against frog mutants, giant two-headed serpents, and even a rabid rat-bug.

He told you all about sunshine and the river and trees.

It sounded amazing. But no place for someone like you with all that danger lurking about.

You hung out more and more. You hung out after work, too. You always caught him staring at you. Maybe he had a crush on you? The thought made you pretty happy.

A real life kind hearted hero might actually like me!

You began developing a bit of a crush on him.

But your thoughts of romance were put on hold when the kidnappings began.

Apparently, spider mimic hybrids had snuck their way into the colony. Violating everyone's sense of safety. They had evidently taken ants to do who knows what with them!

Everyone was on high alert.

Thank whatever higher power existed that you had Echo at your side! He went with you everywhere to make sure you were safe.

He even suggested becoming roommates! All because he didn't want anything to happen to you.

There was no reason to refuse! You let him move in immediately.

That night, you went to bed like normal. But you woke up somewhere different. On a bed, but not yours. You were bound by some kind of stringy rope and felt a strong set of arms around you.

"Ah! You're awake! Welcome to our little love nest~"

You instantly recognized the voice as Echo.

"Echo? W-what's going on? I'm scared..."

Echo removed the fibrous material that bound you.

"Sorry, my prize. Had to keep you wrapped up and safe on the way here. It was a long trip, but I made sure you were cozy~"

Your head throbbed as you struggled to make sense of what exactly was going on. You became aware of a sore spot on your neck. You put a hand on it and felt a welt.

"Ah, sorry about that, I had to make sure you were still during the trip. No fussy struggles or crying."

Though by then, you were definitely starting to cry.

"You're upsetting me! Just tell me what's going on!!"

Your voice was trembling.

You tried to sit up but found yourself too weak to do so. Echo stepped in front of you and leaned down to your level.

For the first time, you saw the large man for what he actually was. All four of his eyes were open, his fangs flashing, his antenna actually a small set of limbs growing from his back.

Your antenna twitched furiously as you processed this new information.

He chuckled warmly and pet your antenna, causing an unwilling tingle between your legs.

"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"

You whimpered as he pet you there some more before finally managing to shout.

"What the fuck do you want with me!?"

"What all us ant mimics want, my prize. A nice mate to stuff full of our eggs~"

You tried to struggle. To scream. But he placed webbing over your mouth before peeling off your clothing and pinning you to the bed.

"Shhh darling, you have such an easy task. Just calm down and take my babies."

He kissed your head to help calm you, though it did nothing to stop your shaking or quell your tears.

"You're so tiny. So perfect. My little trophy."

He took a gob of his thick precum on his fingers and gently massaged it into your entrance. You shuddered and looked at the cock that bobbed below him.

Definitely not an ant. It was huge and reinforced your fear. But you were in good hands. He made sure you were well stretched before proceeding.

Echo repositioned you so that your legs were over his shoulders, he aligned his cock with your hole, and drove deeply into you with a slow and steady movement.

Instantly, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you whimpered. He really knew how to wield his tool. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that he was pumping out pheromones that had your antenna twitching like crazy.

"Those kinds of sounds are much better to hear from you~"

He thrust in and out of you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. You made more of those delicious little whimpers he loved so much.

The spider peeled the webbing away from your lips.

"The webbing can come off if you promise to just make those beautiful noises for me~"

He kissed you deeply, tracing your lips with his tongue, trailing kisses down your neck until he was kissing the wound his fangs had left earlier.

"So warm inside~ I just know you'll be a nice snug incubator for my eggs~"

Echo nuzzled against your chest, arms caressing your sides almost greedily as he bred you.

"It was so hard keeping my hands off you before. All those weeks. You have no idea. No idea."

As he spoke he began driving his cock into you a bit more brutally. He just couldn't help himself.

"I didn't lie about those fights I was in. I'm such a strong mate for you, my perfect prize."

His sweaty balls slapped into you with every increasingly fervent thrust. He was desperate to release in you, to claim your insides for himself.

Your incoherent burbling and moans just encouraged him. Auditory evidence that he was the perfect man for you.

He could feel your shuddering around his cock as you came, pulling him quickly over the edge with you.

Echo's cock throbbed and pulsed as he deposited several eggs deep inside you. He pulled out with a loud plop before regarding your belly lovingly.

He kissed it.

You just played with his hair absently, too fucked out to do anything or process what had just happened.

But that was okay, Echo was there to take care of all your needs. Forever.

[spaaacevodka]

amethyst deceiver appreciation post! 💜

[reefyslider]

What would your oc do if they went to a forest for a day trip with their friends/family?

[kozi-ism]

[sergioguymanproust]

The spirits of the woods appear only when they have a message to share. Don’t go looking for them,they will come your way when the time is right.In a prior posting I had explained why was I in the woods making camp ,and besides making a fire and foraging for wild mushrooms and berries ,I was asked for a favor ,a friend wanted me to catch an owl ,well,after hours of searching I found a nest up an old pine tree.Then proceeded to set a baited trap right under ,and on the third day having completed my chores went back and found a beautiful owl snared in my trap but right then and there I realized that the bird was already coupled so I had to catch the female also ,which after a day ,I did.I had enough supplies for two weeks so I was fine ,returning home after delivering the owls ,I had a meeting with modern day witch , that knew of my trips to the woods .She knew of my shamanic life ,so requested with the proper respect that if a could get her a raven ,but that was no easy feat. She assured me that I would be properly remunerated. But we shamans with the open third eye can read the true intentions of those who ask for favors , it is never so clear cut.There are hidden karmic curses if you take specific birds that are inhabited by spirits.So the shaman must be clear and willing to take the risks. I will continue in a following postings with the same topic. Please ,bear with me. Blessings to you all. Words by Sergio GuymanProust

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