Nerfs were a species of antlered, herbivorous mammal found all across the galaxy. Nerfs were quadrupeds characterized by their four, curved horns and shaggy coats of fur. The common nerf stood about 1.3 meters at the shoulder. Their mass of hair tangled easily, creating a perfect web for insects and foreign objects to cling to. Thus, they carried around a pungent odor. Nerfs often chewed their cud, creating excessive spittle that further added to their disgusting image. The spit was sticky, black in color, and near-impossible to remove from clothing. Their saliva also had acidic qualities, and could cause burns if it landed on exposed skin.
Day 7: Free day!! Anything you want.(Set during the quest, pre-relationship)
While most of the company settled into makeshift beds for the night, Bilbo found himself oddly restless. He ambled over towards the collection of ponies, something which was quickly growing into a nightly routine. During the day, he stuffed his pockets with any fallen fruit he could find, when they were lucky enough to be given breaks. It was hard to ration such meager pickings amongst thirteen ponies, so he had to alternate who was fed each night. (Bilbo absolutely refused to go anywhere near Gandalf’s horse - the ponies were smaller by comparison, yet still dauntingly huge to Bilbo’s practical sensibilities. That horse was just - just monstrously ginormous! …But every so often, he would roll an apple its way - from a safe distance. He did not want to anger the beast, after all.)
Tonight he had three bruised, withering apples. He first gave one to his own steed, Myrtle, who Bilbo was afraid had grown rather spoiled. She had not been given anything special for a few days now, and had taken to jostling her rider in his seat and moving restlessly any time he tried to mount or dismount.
“Now enough of that,” Bilbo murmured as he stroked the pony’s broad face. “You get your turn, just like everyone else, Myrtle.”
Next he moved onto Thorin’s pony, whom he had named Bungo. The creature had a funny shaggy coat, which ignited the hobbit’s allergies terribly if he ever touched it. “Now remember our deal,” Bilbo whispered as he offered the largest fruit to the animal’s large, searching lips. “I give you an apple, and you make Thorin take that giant stick out of his arse.”
The pony snorted as it took a huge bite of the apple, wetting Bilbo’s whole hand with the effort. The hobbit sighed, shaking his head. “Who am I kidding?” he muttered. “Not even the Valar could do such a feat!”
“What are you doing, Halfling?”
Bilbo jumped at the sudden voice, hand clamping down on the soggy remains of the fruit as he spun around.
“I, ah,” he stammered, staring up at none other than Thorin Oakenshield, rightful King under the Mountain - and rightful pain in the arse. Bungo’s large head nudged at his back, blunt teeth nipping at his enclosed fingers. “Oh, there’s no point in hiding it!” he muttered, turning back to the remarkably hobbit-ish creature. “I am giving the ponies some treats,” he admitted.
A/N: I’ve been on a Sirius kick lately…anyway, you and Sirius are reunited after his time in Azkaban.
Sirius Black was back in your bed. After 12 long years, you were reunited with the man you loved. His hair was now long and shaggy and stubble coated the lower half of his face, but he was still the Sirius you had fallen for all those years ago.
Seating you on the edge of the bed in a gentle rush, he kissed you passionately. His lips were steady but tentative, as though he wasn’t sure this was real. The smell of your bath soap clung to his skin after the shower you had encouraged him to take.
“12 fucking years since the last time I kissed you,” he observed.
“Mm,” you ran a hand through his hair, “shirt off, Black.”
He smirked, standing taller, and pulled his shirt up and over his head, carelessly tossing it on the floor.
“Your turn,” he countered.
A cat-like grin appearing on your face, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and slipped it off. There was no need to be nervous. Sirius had become an extension of yourself over the course of your relationship. You and he were one and always would be.
Moving forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss, he toyed with the buttons on your jeans.
“May I?” he asked.
You nodded and he slid your jeans down and on to the floor with the help of your slightly lifted hips. Once he had removed them, you grabbed at his waist and swiftly undid the belt he had hastily transfigured.
Once you were left only in your undergarments and he only in his boxers, you two took a moment to simply look at each other. It had been so long since you had been intimate. You had missed him like no other, and he you. The way his skin felt against yours, the way he made you feel like no one else could, the way he treated you with absolute tenderness.
“Every bit as beautiful as I remembered,” he murmured, bending slightly to rest his forehead against yours.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you chuckled against his lips.
He ran a hand down your cheek. “As much as I enjoy kissing your lips, I’d like to turn my attention to another area,” he implied with a look toward your breasts and below.
“Get on with it then,” you challenged.
Kissing you quickly in acknowledgement, he hooked a hand around to reach your bra strap. Undoing it as he had many times before, he eased the straps down over your shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes on floor.
“Lay back for me,” he encouraged.
You did, scooting back so you could rest your head against your fluffiest pillow. He followed you, sitting back on his knees toward the end of the bed.
“Off,” he muttered to himself as he pulled your underwear down past your hips and completely off. “Better.”
Moving so that he was lying beside you, face level with your breasts, he began to pepper kisses across the valley of your chest. A finger moved downwards and danced along your folds, giving you a taste of what was to come.
You sighed happily at the contact. Sirius knew what he was doing. He knew what buttons to press and how to work you up. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it while his fingers moved to your clit rubbing soothing circles on it.
“More,” you pleaded. “Your mouth, Sirius.”
“As you wish,” he placed one last open-mouthed kiss in between your breasts before returning to the edge of the bed.
“Sopping wet,” he purred as he moved his head closer to your core. Settling in between your legs, he licked once down your core.
You couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan. He moved his tongue expertly, switching between up and down, side to side, and patterned motions. A hand reached up so his thumb could play with your clit.
As your breathing grew more erratic, he eased two fingers into your entrance as his tongue took over your clit. Allowing you to adjust first, he then started to pump his digits in and out. You felt your orgasm building and your legs held him tightly in place.
“Go on, love,” he breathed against your core as his fingers continued at a faster pace.
His words mixed with his warm breath against your heat was all it took to send you over the edge. Your knees pulled together, squishing his head between your legs, and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body convulsed against his mouth and Sirius groaned in appreciation.
Coming down from your high, Sirius inched his way toward you so he could hover over you. He pressed his lips against yours before placing loving pecks all over your face.
“Need you,” you whispered against him.
He pressed his lips to your forehead before quickly moving off the bed to remove his boxers. If his erection hadn’t been evident before, it sure as hell was now. Stroking his cock, he crawled back onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. Teasing your entrance, he ran the head of his cock over your slickness.
“Sirius,” you whined.
“I’m coming, love, I’m coming,” he promised. “In more ways than one,” he added with a wink.
You smacked his arm, happily noting that Azkaban didn’t seem to have completely broken his spirit.
Lining himself up, he eased the tip into you. Slowly, he pushed into you. He hovered over you as you adjusted to his size. It had been so long and he felt so good. He couldn’t help kissing you while he waited to continue, his tongue easily dominating yours.
“Okay, you can move,” you decided after a moment.
His eyes lit up as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in as deeply as possible. You writhed against him, gripping his biceps tightly as moved in and out.
“Won’t last long, love,” he grunted. It was clearly taking all the self-control he had not to pound into you with everything he had.
You nodded weakly, your energy already drained from your previous climax and the simple fact that it had been so long since Sirius had been in you.
“Siri - Sirius,” you whimpered, “I-I’m-”
“I know, sweetheart, me too,” he panted as his speed and power increased. He’s clutching onto your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, probably enough to leave a bruise.
As he slightly changes his position, his cock hits that special spot, causing you to cry out. Sweat is pooling on his forehead as he does his best to keep hitting it just right.
You’re lost for words as he does and he can tell you’re both getting incredibly close to release.
“Go on, (Y/N), I’m right behind you,” he coaxes.
Reaching one hand down so he can give you a little extra push, he massages your clit. The extra stimulation and the way he’s looking at you prove to be too much. Squirming against him, back arching, your orgasm rips through you. Your breath hitches and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so good.
Sirius lets out a long groan as he feels you contract around his cock and before you know it, you feel his seed spilling inside of you.
He holds himself where he is, lingering over your tired body, as you both struggle to regain your composure. He’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle love bites here and there.
Pulling out, he flops down beside you and onto his back. You quickly move to lay your head on his chest. He rubs a hand up and down your arm while every so often depositing soft kisses to your hairline.
“Missed you,” you whisper into his chest.
“Me or my body?” he teases.
You laugh, “Maybe a bit of both.”
As you both settle in for the night, hidden in each other’s company, Sirius thanks his lucky stars that you’ve been reunited. He’s not sure he ever wants to leave this bed. Being with you feels so right and safe. Nothing else matters to him anymore. His fears don’t exist when you’re tucked into his arms.
When your eyes finally fall shut, he mumbles back, “Missed you too,” before he too drifts off to his first peaceful sleep in years.
If you thought adaptation Enjolrati are a funny-looking lot, you haven’t seen adaptation Combeferres yet. An eclectic bunch, to say the least. At least, unlike Enjolras, Combeferre isn’t specifically given a physical description in the novel, so the variation is a little more explicable. Now, their takes on the character, on the other hand…
These guys definitely aren’t as hilariously bad as the Enjolrati, though, and sometimes there’s not much to say about them. I’ll say what I can.
Again, in chronological order:
^^^1925 French silent movie. I think this is him, but not completely sure, since none of the students but Enjolras are explicitly named in this version. I mean, it’s a silent movie. In the earliest versions, Combeferre is often next to impossible to pick out from the crowd. He will soon learn that this will often be his fate over the years.
^^^1934 French movie. Again, he’s never specified by name, but I think this may as well be him; right here he’s busy singing Combeferre’s song (”Si César m’avait donné…”). But then again, in this version Grantaire is some Courfeyrac-ish confidant/teaser of Marius as well as a super-dedicated patriot, soooo……I love how unimpressed Marius (bottom right) looks here, as if he somehow knows that this song is against him in the book. (Also, a bit off-topic: did people ragging on Tom Hooper for too many dutch angles in his Les Mis even watch this version? Good grief! When I watch this I feel like someone knocked the camera askew and just never bothered to right it again…….for the whole movie. But it’s French, so that’s “art,” right…? :P)
^^^1957 French movie. Definitely him this time. But…um…okay, can’t think of any reason why he’s not cool, but is it too shallow to protest against balding Combeferre? He does get to visit Gavroche at the latter’s hang-out, though, so he must be all sorts of cool to be able to score entrance into the secret kid clubhouse. And there he gets introduced to Eponine and Azelma and is every bit the gentleman, so there’s that. :) (Though he does have the indignity of being called “Monsieur Fauchelevant” in the subtitled version of that scene, despite Gavroche clearly saying “Combeferre”…)
^^^1964 Italian movie/miniseries, I Miserabili. Ugh, so hot it hurts. The makers of this miniseries obviously had a soft spot for Combeferre, because they’ve made him of the “assertive Combeferre” variety, the sort who is more like a joint leader with Enjolras than a follower of Enjolras. They’re also a little flirty, in basically the same vein as 2007 Shoujo Cosette (see below).
^^^1971 Spanish (Castilian) telenovela. He’s never explicitly named as Combeferre, but he does have a mini-version of Combeferre’s plea at the barricade for the five family men to save themselves. He also pretty much acts like a Combeferre throughout (i.e., as a second to Enjolras). Must be some kind of superhuman badass, because he’s basically the last person alive on the barricade (not counting shirtless Russell Brand, but that’s a story for another day). He insists on wearing a phrygian cap 24/7 and looks pretty much like the most obvious rabble-rousing socialist republican ever–surprised the cops never picked him up on that alone. Police profiling not a thing back then?
^^^1972 French miniseries. Enjolras’ evil twin. Also, does not believe in wearing sufficient clothing on barricades. Also, inexplicably pissy all the time (see also: Angry Peter Jackson below). There aren’t words for how wrong-headed I think this version’s interpretation of Combeferre is. A Combeferre is serious, but not grumpy. A Combeferre gently speaks up if he disagrees with someone, he doesn’t glower. Even beyond general demeanor, the whole role is just wrong. It’s like everything this Combeferre says and does is designed to be the polar opposite of what book!Combeferre would say and do:
Book!Ferre, when told that barricade will fail: *gives impassioned speech to try to convince fathers of families to save themselves*
1972!Ferre, when told that barricade will fail: “Let us make a protestation of corpses!”
^^^1980 French comédie musicale. Yeah, apparently that’s him………Wow, is it just me, or is he, like, incredibly sexy…? I mean, no offense, book!Ferre, but…wow…….To be fair, his character in this version was apparently some kind of amalgamation of himself and Courfeyrac (i.e., Combeferre was Marius’ BFF). I’m assuming it was in the musical’s transition to Britain that Enjolras took on the tasks of Courfeyrac, and Combeferre went back to being, well, Combeferre. But in the meantime, let’s just bask in his velvety-coat, guyliner, shaggy-haired glam rocker hotness.
^^^1982 French movie. You’re perfect, sir, don’t change. There’s a scene where he’s playing chess and reading a book at the same time on the barricade (like, literally on it), and only pauses in his match/book to gently but firmly scold Marius while fumbling awkwardly around with his spectacles. Nuff said.
Speaking of which, is this the first appearance of Combeferre with spectacles…? Unbelievable that it took that long!
^^^1985-present, British stage musical. Little more than an ensemble role. (Pictured above: Graham Rowat, American 3rd National Tour, probably one of the best musical!Ferres ever, or at least the only one I ever saw who actually cared deeply about book!Ferre.)
^^^1988 wtf i don’t know. Known in my house as Angry Peter Jackson. In this version, there was no Enjolras (!) and Combeferre took over that role of barricade leader (!!). This whole version is probably one of the worst examples of animation I have ever had the displeasure of watching.
^^^1992 French animated series. Shouldn’t you and Enjolras exchange character designs? In this scene, he’s all bummed cuz he’s being scolded by Gillenormand at the barricade–that should say everything that needs to be said about the absurdity of this adaptation.
^^^2007 Japanese animated series,
Les Misérables: Shoujo Cosette (レ・ミゼラブル 少女コゼット). Too cool for his own good (see also: 1964 Italian above). To be precise, a kuuru megane anime stereotype:
(Pictured above: the same damn character, even practically the same character design. I could probably give half a dozen other anime/manga examples exactly the same.)
For all his coolness, Shoujo Cosette Combeferre is attached at the hip to Enjolras, and is a bit of a flirt moreover. “Hey, Enjolras, you’re totally coming to my place for a sleepover, right?” It must be a committed relationship, though: he wants Enjolras to meet the parents. Enjolras doesn’t seem so keen on it…
^^^2009 Japanese manga. I am just going to be a stereotyper and assume this background dude with spectacles is Combeferre. He does absolutely nothing in this manga.
^^^2010 French bande dessinée. Whoa. Mario, shouldn’t you be out plumbing my toilet or fighting Koopas or something? (Srsly, tho, is this how the French see Combeferre………? I mean, really??)
^^^2012 American-British movie musical. KillianFerre. Inexplicably pissy/excitable all the time. The Courfeyrac of Combeferres. At least he is pretty indisputably good-looking. Also dat coat…!
Actually, his whole costume kinda rocked, but more on that some other time…
^^^2014 American manga. The “him” in this speech bubble meaning Enjolras, of course–nothing like a Combeferre hanging around ready to undermine everything Enjolras says. This Combeferre is actually pretty cute. He’s like Enjolras’ nice friend, who, when Enjolras is done verbally abusing Marius, is there to dry Marius’ tears.
^^^2014-2015 Japanese manga. He wears a straight-jacket because, well, Enjolras. So far he seems to be on the kuuru side of Combeferres again, because if the French see Combeferre as Mario, the Japanese see him as some kind of quiet badass aniki. (On that note, I’m actually really surprised he doesn’t have spectacles in this version.) It doesn’t hurt that he also had to shut down Marius’ bonapartist ranting in this version, so that immediately upped his kuuru factor.
Final thoughts? Hm. Some are very good, some are…not. Many never existed at all or are simply hypotheses. Such is the step-down from an Enjolras to a Combeferre: you have a greatly lessened probability of making it into a Les Mis adaptation. Even when they make it into a version, they’re rarely allowed to actually develop a consistent character. I think 1964Italian, 1982French, and (sigh) Shoujo Cosette were probably the best versions for Combeferre. 1972French is the most actively painful (though Angry Peter Jackson sucks too). The rest are non-entities. So…not a bad average…?
Warnings: FLUFF AHOY (hah, geddit? Nah, not yet. But it’s a cookie joke!)
Summary: Bucky is unable to fall back asleep, so he goes downstairs for a midnight snack.
A/N: This is a rewrite of a Sam Winchester oneshot I posted a long time ago. I laughed when I realized the reader’s dog’s name was Captain (Which was totally because of Captain America)! XD
I SAID FUCK THE STRESS AND DECIDED TO POST SOMETHING TODAY!! I really, really missed writing and posting for you guys! You all have been so kind and patient and I didn’t know how else to say thank you than to post a new Bucky fic!
If you would like to be tagged in any future oneshots, please let me know!! I hope you guys enjoy!
(btw this smile kills me. it’s so beautiful. i love that smile)
Bucky felt the edges of consciousness creep up. He welcomed waking, because he was eager to share his dream with you. It would make you laugh. Like, laugh til you cried. Cap was on the moon and… Shit, nope. Wait. It’s right there at the edge of his brain. What was Cap doing? Was it even Cap? It was gone. He couldn’t remember the dream anymore. Damn.
Bucky turned over to his other side to make himself more comfortable. He bunched his pillow up under his head and reached for you. His hand brushed against your soft bare shoulder. He opened his eyes to the dark room and smiled when his gaze landed on you.
You were laying on your stomach, arms wrapped around your pillow. You were snoring softly, and your hair cascaded around your head like a messy halo. Bucky grazed his fingertips over your arm, up your neck and jaw, until he was gently brushing away the hair from your face. He wanted to trace your features and kiss you until you woke up. He was even content to simply cradle your sleeping face in his hands, but you needed your sleep. He did, too. It had been well over a week since he had slept through the night.
With that thought, he reluctantly dropped his hand from your cheek, shifted onto his back, and closed his eyes once more. He didn’t even want to look at the clock. He knew it was late; and if he knew what time it was, he would only obsess over it. Bucky heard a deep sigh from the foot of the bed, a lot of shifting, and eventually, joints popping. No. No, no, no–
Your dog, Captain, nosed Bucky’s skin until the dog’s huge spotted head was under his arm. Bucky thought that maybe - just maybe - if he laid still and acted like he was sleeping, then Cap would go lay back down. The great big mutt huffed and licked Bucky every which way he could reach. When that didn’t work, he started whining gently. Cap was smart. He knew how far he would have to push Bucky to get his attention. Bucky felt his resolve starting to crumble right before the dog let out soft little barks.
“Captain, cut that out! Mom’s sleeping.” Bucky whispered sternly. Cap wagged his tail while staring Bucky down with his icy blue eyes, just happy to have attention. Bucky groaned. Looks like that was all the sleep he was getting tonight. “C’mon, Cap. Let’s go outside.”
The dog let out a happy little noise and padded out of your room, his shaggy speckled coat swaying with movement. Bucky brushed his hand over your cheek affectionately, kissed your shoulder, then hauled himself out of bed and made his way downstairs.
You rolled over, half asleep, and groped for Bucky. You wanted to bury your face into his chest or his neck or his hair. You weren’t particular about it. You just wanted to feel him beside you, to be surrounded by him. When your fingers met cooling blankets, you let out a disgruntled whine. You opened your eyes to see that his side of the bed was, in fact, empty. Again. Where did he keep going, you wondered? He frequently woke up in the middle of the night and was unable to get back to sleep. You never went to search for him; but, tonight, you were upset because you couldn’t snuggle with him, and you needed to see what was so damn important to keep him from you.
Grumpy, you tossed the blanket off of you and pulled on one of Bucky’s shirts. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized that Captain’s bed was empty. You made your way down the hall to the staircase and descended as quietly as possible. The bathroom, living room, and patio lights were all off. So, if Bucky was in the house, he had to be in the kitchen. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way there. You heard a soft thumping and a chair scraping against the floor. Captain was probably begging for a treat. A soft smile played on your lips as you pushed open the saloon-style doors.
The sight before you stopped you completely.
Bucky Barnes was chin deep in an oreo, enthusiastically licking the cream out like he’d been starved for years. There was an open package in front of him that was nearly gone. Nearly gone?! You crossed your arms and cleared your throat loudly. Bucky jumped and looked up meekly. Even Captain looked embarrassed as he slunk off into a different room.
Bucky wiped his face, hoping to get rid of any cookie evidence. “Hey, doll.”
You wanted to laugh. He looked so startled. You bit the inside of your cheek trying to contain your smiles, and sent him a glare. “What do you think you’re doing?” you asked tightly, jutting a hip out.
Your boyfriend had never looked so small. He spluttered a half-assed apology and explanation, swearing that he would replace them. You ignored him. It was taking all of your willpower to not burst into laughter. You weren’t mad at him in the slightest; you really just liked to see him squirm. “I mean, you know I have trouble sleeping. And they just sounded so good…” he tried to use his wide-eyed puppy look on you.
You had to look away or your facade would crumble. He was so good at getting you to forgive him. You forced a frown. “I’m pissed, James Buchanan. First, I wake up and you’re gone again. All I wanted to do was cuddle with you.” You made your way to him, slowly. “Then, I come downstairs to find you not only eating my oreos, but eating them incorrectly–”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Y/N.” Bucky interjected. “Oreos are supposed to be taken apart and eaten. It’s science.”
You stopped and stared at him in disbelief. “Science?” You shook your head and padded to the fridge. “You’re an amiture. Dunking them in milk and eating them is far superior.”
Bucky scoffed, turning to face you as you got your glass of milk. “Amiture? I was alive when Oreos were first made, doll. And that’s disgusting. The cookie gets all mushy if you put it in milk.” The slightest hint of a smile was on his face.
“So, what do you do when you finish licking the cream out like a heathen? Just eat the cookie all by itself?” You made a noise like you were going to vomit and clutched your stomach for a dramatic effect. “That’s gross. You know the cream is the best part.” You sat on a bar stool next to him and reached for a cookie.
Bucky made sure to wait until your focus was on him. He locked gazes with you, opened a cookie up and licked it obscenely. “That’s why I eat it first.”
You held his stare, doing your damnedest to not bite your lip and let your eyes go hazy. He knew how to use that mouth. Fuck. Instead, you cleared your throat, licked your bottom lip, and preceded to dunk your oreo into the milk until the bubbles stopped. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle your laughter. “Doing fancy tricks with your tongue isn’t gonna win this for you, Bucky. I mean, I still love you despite the undeniable fact that you eat oreos the wrong way.”
He laughed at you while you ate your milk drenched cookie. “If we have kids, we’ll have the answer. The superior way to eat oreos will be the dominant gene, obviously. Have you even tried to eat it this way?” Bucky prattled on about the highlights of his way to eat oreos, but you were stuck on the fact that he nonchalantly brought up having kids with you. Was he really planning that far ahead? The thought scared and thrilled you.
He was still passionately defending himself when you got off your bar stool and stood between Bucky’s open legs. You cupped his stubbled jaw and pressed your mouth against his feverishly. His debating abruptly stopped as he eagerly returned your kiss. He wrapped an arm around you and laced his long fingers through your hair and gripped you to him like he was trying to rebalance himself.
You pulled away slowly, smiling to yourself over the confused look on his face. He wasn’t the only one that could get easily turned on by your kisses. His warm, steel blue eyes smoldered yours instantly and he quirked an eyebrow at you, leaning in closely. “You get bonus points for tasting like cookies, but the debate is over for now.” Bucky reached for something behind you, chastely kissed your lips, then abruptly stood and left the kitchen.
Shout out to your boyfriend for effectively ruining the mood. Now it was your turn to be confused. “Babe, what do you mean?” you called. “This isn’t over.” You looked at the bright blue package of oreos and stopped. Your jaw dropped. “Bucky, you did not. I’m gonna kill you!” You pushed away from the counter and ran through the living room. “Those were mine! Why did you eat the last oreo?!” You ran up the stairs, following Bucky’s deep laughter.
Big, bad…and feathered. Yutyrannus huali weighed 1.5 tons and was a fearsome predator like its cousin T. rex. It also sported a shaggy coat of the filaments called “proto-feathers.” Birds are the only animals alive today with feathers—but 150 million years ago, it was a different story. Early birds had feathers, but so did dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes. One reason? Feathers are one of the most useful skin coverings that ever evolved. Discover more feathered dinosaurs in Dinosaurs Among Us.
1980, your 6 month old self was wriggling around in your crib. Your little fist flicked up and the mobil above began to spin and play music, you smiled a dimple smile and drifted off into a sleep.
Mary’s eyes flutter open as she here the baby crying. She sighs and walks to your nursery and notices John is already in there. “Does she need a feeding?” Mary asked. All she got in response was a shush. “Alright..” she said and walked to the end of the hall to a blinking , tapping it a few times.It stopped blinking and Mary heard the tv on downstairs. Her curiosity got the best of her and she slowly and cautiously walked down the steps to see her husband fast asleep. Panic engulfed her body like wind and she bolted up the stairs.
She stormed into your nursery and had fear etched on her face, she let out an ear piercing scream and the last thing she saw was your eyes looking up at her.
ahhhhhh im p sure you asked me this after the jercy first words soulmate headcanon ask thing so im just gonna do that
it happens at a park at 6:22 am on the dot
nico knows this because he was on his phone checking his instagram instead of watching where he’s going
or more importantly where Mrs. O’leary is going
which happens to be directly into a tall built blonde superman who happens to be jogging past in blue track pants and a black tank top that exposes his very very very nice shoulders that are just now hitting to the ground as he teeters off balance and into the grass lining the concrete running path
Now Nico’s imagined for years what his soulmate will be like, stayed awake for hours just running this moment through his head. He’s thought of easily a hundred different men (and some women, just in case he’s wrong about himself) all of different shapes and sizes, ages, races, personalities, endless possibilities of his soulmate since the age of ten.
the words on his wrist have been present for his entire life and he’s spent hours on hours trying to decipher their meaning, coming to the conclusion over and over again that he was doomed to fall in love with a straight guy.
which is fine he thinks, platonic soulmates are a thing and they’re no less important than romantic ones but he can’t help but feel a little discouraged that he’ll never experience the kind of love he longs for
what he doesn’t count on is the words “God, she’s gorgeous!” to be about a larger than life black mastiff
the fallen boy is on his knees now (;P) cooing at Mrs. O’Leary and running his large hands through her shaggy coat. he’s more than a little jealous. his fingers fly to his right wrist and he holds it while the blond adresses him again
“She’s a girl right? Sorry if I’m wrong, she’s just so beautiful. oh! yes you are you beautiful thing you! you have no idea how gorgeous you are!”
“Careful with the hands. She bites if you get too close to her scar.”
Nico bites his lip as he watches for any sign of recognition, that his words are printed on this guy’s arm, that there’s just a slight chance he could be meeting his one true love here in this park, all because he can’t keep his eyes in front of him. There isn’t a sign, only a brightening in the guy’s blue eyes when he asks
“Is she yours?”
“Nah, I’m dog sitting while my boss is away on business.”
“That’s a shame. I love dogs.”
Nico reminds himself to breath when the guy stands and extends a hand toward him. He takes it easily and is surprised by the strength of the man’s grip.
“Jason Grace,” he greets, his gaze unwavering.
“Nico di Angelo,” Nico replies, itching to press his fingers to Jason’s wrist, to find out if this is it, if this is him, the him he’s been waiting for ever since he was four and his mother patiently explained the concept of soulmates and true love and that special someone that he might have to wait a good while to meet.
But jason beats him too it, keeping his grip on his hand as he twists Nico’s wrist gently, just enough to see the words he’d spoken earlier pressed into ‘nico’s skin in elegant script.
“Nico di Angelo,” he repeats, fingers brushing over the dark ink, “I’ve been looking for you for a long, long time.”
Requested by Anonymous: Could you write something about a human narrator singing to the company around the fire and a dwarf (Thorin or Fili or Kili or any dwarf or all of them idk) falling in love with her??
Here you go, my dear anon…I hope it’s what you imagined!
“Blow the Candles Out” – Traditional English folk song. There are probably a hundred different versions, but if you haven’t heard it, you can listen to one here.
The sun was setting as you helped Bombur and Bifur lug the cooking pots back to camp from the riverbank where you had worked together to wash them. The calm, cool, lavender twilight was refreshing after a long day of traveling, and the crackling campfire invited the company to gather around and rest their weary bodies in its warmth.
When at last you went to join the circle of lounging dwarves, Fili caught your eye and quietly spoke up as you approached. “You can sit here if you like,” he gestured to the fallen log where he was seated next to his brother, “it’s close to the fire.”
“Ori! Budge up.” Kili sprang into action, shuffling Ori to a precarious perch at the very end of the log to make room beside Fili, but Ori, already sulky because Kili had accidentally knocked one of his journals into a damp streambed earlier in the day, was having none of it. He scooted himself forcefully against the combined weight of the Durin brothers and huffily reclaimed his place.
“It’s all right,” you said placatingly, settling yourself on a large tree stump beside Dori, who gave you a companionable smile. “I can sit here, it’ll be quite warm enough.”
You could have sworn you saw Kili throw his brother an apologetic look, and you dared to hope that Fili might share your disappointment, but the incident was quickly forgotten as Bofur began a rollicking song, and the small assembly broke out in approving hoots and clapping hands in time with the beat. The rousing dwarvish tunes had been entirely unfamiliar to you when you’d first joined the company as a guide and the lone human among Thorin Oakenshield’s ragtag band of followers, but at this point in the journey you often found yourself quietly humming them as you trudged through the wilderness, and you enjoyed the cheerful evenings at the fireside as much as anyone else.
Kubrows are an interesting and incredibly common species of monotreme found throughout Valoran. There are an astronomical number of variations of kubrow, ranging from small, fox-like creatures to some near the size of ponies.
In general, kubrow are carnivorous, egg-laying mammals. They appear to be an evolutionary offshoot with many bat-like features, but are entirely terrestrial. Some kubrow only have thin, hair-like filaments (seen above in the Smenko kubrow) while others have thick, shaggy coats (Raksa kubrow, above). Even within species there is wide variation, however, dependent on region.
All kubrow have a few distinguishing features. Large, flat noses help with both their sense of smell (stronger still than the best bloodhounds) and help them echolocate in the dark. Large, dexterous ears catch a wide array of sounds and frequencies beyond that which the human ear can. Large claws are present on almost all species, though their function can vary wildly - some kubrow species are strong diggers, while others climb trees and live a nearly arboreal existence.
Smenko Kubrow are most commonly found throughout southern Noxian territory, Icathia, and the Tempest flats and are considered the ‘true’ kubrow species. They show the least genetic variety and have the most primitive features. Wiry fur covers their entire body and they tend to be scavengers more than hunters. Bald faces allow them to dig through rotting carcasses and fecal matter to scrounge out whatever food they can, while dark fur allows them to blend in with the volcanic rocks they call home.
Huras Kubrow are the smallest of the kubrow species, only growing the size of a large house cat. Found on the Ionian mainland and Aguni island (but not naturally on Galrin or Shon-Xan - they have been introduced) they spend their time in low-growing vegetation. Unlike most kubrow they are solitary and almost entirely crepuscular. If tamed from a young age, they make fantastic pets, hunting rats, mice, and other vermin out of their owner’s houses and farms.
Raksa, or Desert Kubrow, are found exclusively in the Shurima. With longer forelegs than hind legs, Raksa kubrow are powerful hunters that act much like hyenas. Their jaws are thick and their jaw muscles are entirely capable of crunching straight through bone. Often kept as pets and guard animals by Shuriman royalty, Raksa kubrow are known for their willingness to lay down their life for their master - but are intent on taking other lives with them in the process.
Sahasa Kubrow are the most widespread of all of the kubrow species, ranging everywhere from the Kumungu to the Freljord. Powerful diggers, their tunnels are often found in the banks of rivers and lakes around Valoran. Sahasa kubrow have been tamed by several city-states as police kubrow, and serve as excellent search-and-rescue animals due to their incredibly strong sense of smell and even stronger sense of loyalty. They make fantastic pets.
Sunika Kubrow are found exclusively in the icy wastes of the Freljord. Growing to almost the same size as ponies or bears, their thick fur is sought-after by Freljord citizens to make clothing and blankets. Living in large packs of up to twenty individuals, they are easy to tame but only when found at a young age. Wild Sunika kubrows are incredibly dangerous and show absolutely no fear in the face of any opposition, be it human, Iceborn, or wild animal. Sunika kubrows have the strength and tenacity of wolverines - if wolverines were the size of grizzly bears and hunted in packs.
A very happy (and only slightly belated) birthday to you, xredriverx! I hope you had a wonderful day, and as requested, herein is enclosed some fic of Maedhros, Elrond, and Elros. Fluffy enough, though spiced with a little bit of sad. And horses. Enjoy, lovely <3
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Sunlight dappled down through the verdant trees of the courtyard, yet a pall of shade clouded over Maedhros’ heart as he trailed his two young wards towards the stable block.
Through the courtyard they ran, they laughed and chattered as Elros pointed out a large snail atop a leaf fallen amid the grasses, yet to Maedhros their merriment seemed such a fragile façade. Maglor it was who should have been accompanying them, but called away upon urgent business to the North he was, and tentatively Maedhros stepped up to the more fatherly duties of his guardianship.
Happily the twins went before him, yet into his stomach Maedhros curled his crippled right arm within its leather sling, and a faint wince passed over his face.
They looked so much like the other two, he thought, the ones in the forest that he couldn’t find, that he couldn’t save. The ones who saw him only as a monster.
The crocheted rainbow Therizinosaurus is finally done! It’s definitely the biggest and most complex thing I’ve crocheted, but it was still a lot of fun to make.
I decided to make it anthro-ish so I could make it stand a little more upright and make a tripod out of the tail and feet to allow it to stand. The proportions are super exaggerated (super long arms and hand claws, little baby legs, big head and neck) because a) I doubt I could do extra-realistic proportions without it looking funky and b) it’s fun. Long neck and tail aside, it’s kind of shaped like Yogi Bear. I almost want to put a little bow tie or dorky vest on it.
It has a shaggy coat! I thought it would be fun to add some long yarn on the back and tail, kind of like I did with the giantanteater I crocheted years ago. I was going to trim the yarn down a bit, but I decided to leave it long because it’s more fun that way. I know the whole bushy tailed Therizonosaurus thing is a way overdone trope, but I’m a loser dork and appreciate all parallels between Therizinosaurus and giant anteaters.
I learned how to do the crocodile/dragon scale stitch for the wings. I know Therizinosaurus most likely didn’t have pennaceous wings and probably had shaggy ratite-esque feathers for the wings, but I couldn’t think of how I could do wings and make them actually read as wings until I remembered the whole dragon scale stitch thing. Of course, I didn’t even think of using shag at all on this guy (for the back or as potential wings) until the arms and wings were already constructed and attached to the body. Oh well.
Another fun challenge: Shaping! I’ve done some more minor shaping when crocheting other stuff (most notably the back of the head of that Gorn I made), but the pronounced S curve on the neck and actually getting legs to curve properly and look halfway like dinosaur legs was a little more extreme than anything else I’ve done before. It was a learning experience!
It’s made from Lion Brand Landscapes yarn in Boardwalk (the main yarn), Apple Orchard (wings and end of the tail), and the considerably less exciting black and silver. It was some awkward yarn to work with since it’s just one big ply, varied in diameter as you went through the skein, and tore apart on occasion, even when I was careful. Regardless, it still looked good.
I also used memory wire in the hand claws to keep them properly curved and filled the feet/lower legs, end of the tail, and stomach with poly pellets to weight the Therizinosaurus and keep it standing upright. Also: Standard button eyes and Polyfil stuffing.
So yeah! This was fun and challenging experience, and I got an awesomely obnoxiously rainbowy version of my favorite critter out of it. Now that I’ve finished with this guy, I can go back to work on my quilt. 👍🏽
Celebrity-inspired showstopping looks to ring in the New Year
The year is coming to a close, which means it’s time to reflect, spend some quality time with family and plan your knockout New Year’s Eve outfit. Whether your plans involve a big bash or a close group of friends, dressing up and feeling your most glamorous is part of the fun. We pulled together some of our favorite holiday looks from Emma Watson, Sienna Miller and other tastemakers to spark your inspiration and help you find the perfect outfit. Take a look at their party ensembles and shop their looks below!
If you prefer to diverge from the more expected LBD route, take a note from Emma Watson’s style book and wear a loose and low-cut white jumpsuit - definitely unexpected and bait for many a jaw-dropping looks.
We can always count on blogger Lucy Williams of Fashion Me Now to inspire us in the style department. Her shaggy fur coat, belted sparkly green dress and black booties make for a chic and comfortable NYE outfit.
Blogger Lucy Williams of Fashion Me Now in a Topshop coat and dress
A black sparkly dress like Reese Witherspoon’s could not be more New Year’s-appropriate. Look for one with an interesting detail, like a one-shoulder style or sheer sleeves, and pair with strappy sandals for a polished party look.