Prompt: “You’re actually a man child”
Pairing: (my pick) Logince!!!
Requested by: @killerfangirl3
AAAAH OK SO this is one of s e v e r a l prompts I got tonight, and while it was gonna be short and include multiple prompts, I CANT HELP MYSELF so hopefully you like fluff. Because that’s all this is. It’s just. Really a lot of fluff. Princey is too fun to write. Btw it’s p late when I finished this, so please forgive any typos/grammatical errors… please take this away I’m so tired. (May have been inspired my Thomas’s actual birthday coming up 🎉)
All I can think of is that someone gets tackled to the ground, theres consent talk (always ask, kids. Princey just forgets people can’t read his mind), they kinda argue a little mid kiss, and they… might makeout a little. (Spoiler: they definitely makeout a little).
Logics birthday was going to be perfect. Not that he cared. Logic thought it was silly to pick separate birthdays from Thomas, just to celebrate themselves, but Roman considered himself very convincing. So, if logic wouldn’t do it himself, he’d just do it for him! Easier said than done, however.
Roman ran a hand through his hair, which was a lost cause at this point, sending down a shower of cheap craft glitter. Parties where his thing! He loved them. The attention, the excitement, everything! Unfortunately, planning… wasn’t.
So here he was, midnight, the night before the party, with tape stuck to his everything, in a hell of his own creation, surrounded of a nest of craft supplies and ripped paper, trying to figure out how to wrap things so perfectly like he sees everyone else do. It works in his head, he just… the black and white chalkboard themed wrapping paper ripped. Again.
He threw his head back in frustration.
“UGH, You’re actually such a man-child, Roman, what is wrong wi-”
“I don’t think you’re a man-child.”
Roman fell backwards onto a pile of tissue paper. Leaning on the door frame, looking at him over his glasses with his ‘teacher with an idiot student’ face, was Logan. Princey glared at him from the floor.
“You shouldn’t scare a man with scissor, Logic. You should know that… how long have you been standing there?”
Logic shoved off from the door frame and walked towards him, keeping his arms folded.
“A while. Did you know you talk to yourself in spanish sometimes?” Roman nearly forgot what he was doing, watching logic try to keep his mouth from smiling. When he remembered, he fell dramatically back onto the pile of half wrapped books. (Ow, part of him said. Worth it, said the rest of him.)
He pointed the scissors in his hand at Logan like a sword, though it was somewhat diminished by the fact that they were kiddy scissors.
Logic snorted, trying to see around him to what he was covering. “There’s no reason to hide them. If you wanted to throw a party, you should have just said so, here, let me help-” “No!”
Princey jumped up, tackling logic to the ground. All he could think about was 'this birthday has to be perfect he works so hard and wow our faces are close now hang on w h a t’
“…Okay.” Logic said slowly from the floor.
“I have… several questions.” In his excitement, Roman had actually pinned logic to the ground, his hands braced on either side of his head. He froze. 'This is it. The most. Unsuave moment of my life.’
Logic adjusted his glasses.
“First of which. Is that glitter in your hair?” Princy felt his cheeks heat up even further. “…yes.” His voice cracked a little. … ok maybe more than a little.
“That’s going to be hell to get out. Alright… now, why exactly… do you have glitter in your hair at midnight?” Roman sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “…Because it’s your birthday tomorrow.” Logan furrowed his brow. “I do not have a birthday.” Roman sat up, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
“I KNOW! You don’t have one! You don’t care about birthdays! You don’t care about picking on movie night, you don’t care about telling us what your favorite food is, you just eat, and sleep, and work without asking us for anything! It’s like we aren’t allowed to care!” He let his hands drop to logics chest, trying to keep tears out of his eyes.
“I just. I wanted to do something. For once. To say that I see how hard you work. It was foolish of me I- I apologi-”
Logan moved remarkably fast for someone with a grown man sitting on his stomach.
He sat up and grabbed Roman by the collar in one move, pulling him close, so close that he could feel tears on logics face too and they were almost touching and WHY wasn’t he DOING ANYTHING- “… Roman?”
He had his eyes shut tight. He might have been holding his breath. “Yes what?” “Can I kiss you?”
His eyes snapped open. “What!?” “I sai-” “no I heard you, I’m just confused why exactly you would ask such an idiotic question!” Logan pulled away slightly, or as much as he could in the situation, looking away and readjusting his necktie.
“I should have read the situation better, my apolog-” “IM SITTING ON YOUR LAP CRYING ABOUT HOW MUCH I CARE FOR YOU, WOULD YOU JUST KISS ME ALREADY?”
Roman felt ridiculous. He had his arms folded like a three year old and tears running down his face, but Logan still leaned in, smiling like he was the sun, ghosting a thumb over romans cheek. “Consent is important.” “I know….” princes didn’t pout. But Roman didn’t care about being princely at that exact moment. “Do you forgive me?” He huffed. “I’ll forgive you when you stop running yourself into the gro-”
logic pressed his lips to his, gently, hands pressing lightly at the small of his back. When Roman threaded his hands in his hair by the back of his neck, pulling him closer, he sighed, and began to kiss in earnest.
Roman, growing less upset by the minute, still mumbled between kisses.
“Ok well- I don’t think- this is- a reliable debate tactic-” Logan hummed, moving to pepper kisses to Romans jawline.
“A-and you really ruined the- the surprise. I was so looking forward to- you are being very distracting!” Logan grinned up at him sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. Did you still want to wrap the presents?” Roman sighed.
“I… not that I’m not enjoying this but… kind of. I know it ruins the surprise, but I… wouldn’t mind some help.” He put his hands up defensively “I know it doesn’t make sense, I just. I really wanted this to be nice. For you. Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m doing something amazing! I’m just. Doing normal people things. Like being bad a wrapping presents.”
Logic picked up one of his hands, and brushed his lips to the back of his knuckles, like in a romance novel. “You are being amazing, Roman. You always are… wait. is there- is there tape stuck to your hand-” “THIS IS NOT MY AREA OF EXPERTISE, LOGAN!”
The few short hours before sunrise were spent attempting to wrap the every book neatly, although most of it ended up with logic flipping through them, enthusiastically spouting out facts while Roman leaned on his side, filing away all the exited looks on his face, and occasional kissing. They only got through about half by morning, and morality woke up to them lying in a tornado of tissue paper and tape, Logan with a book on his face, and Roman curled up besides him, tucked under one arm. He smiled at the two over his coffee cup while anxiety took as many photos as he possibly could.
“Happy birthday, Logan.”
*I know this is late. May has been a hellish month. Stupid %$#@$!$ basement flooding twice and scheduling errors at work messing up my routine. UGH! Glad this month is almost over. Have a nice long chapter for your incredible patience. New update to follow shortly! Love ya!*
Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan
When we got back to Neverland we landed right in the middle of camp and nearly crushed Ben. “Hey boys,” I let go of the cart, “Take what you need.”
The boys swarmed the cart and took the things they needed. I quickly grabbed my own things and set them down in an open place to set up my tent. I took my change of clothes and went to find a secluded pond to soak in. What I would love was a hot bath to help with the soreness in my abdomen but as far as I knew there weren’t any hot springs on Neverland.
I was feeling a little better after my soak and washing away the layer of dried sweat and other bodily fluids. I slipped on my fresh clothes and headed back to camp. Seeing all the tents back up was a welcome sight. After everything that’s happened to camp and the boys it was nice to see things return to some kind of normalcy.
When I got back to where I sat my supplies I was surprised to see my tent had been set up. Candace was outside in a carefully crafted nest and chirped happily when she saw me. I scratched the top of her head and crawled inside my tent. It was then I saw a piece of parchment resting on my cot. I picked it up and smiled at the wonderfully drawn picture.
While the evening was still young I wasn’t up for sitting around the fire or dancing with the others. I also didn’t want to risk the chance of running into Peter. Not to say I was embarrassed or anything I just know how much libido a boy can have and didn’t want to get cornered by him so soon. For the remainder of the night I stayed in my tent playing with Candace instead until I finally fell asleep.
If I thought sleep would help I was completely wrong, if anything when I woke up in the morning I felt even worse. It reminded me of when I first came to Neverland and how my muscles weighed down after days of training. Why must my body betray me this way?
It was early in the morning and the boys were still asleep. Good. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked down to the beach and stretched my belly out on the warm sand. This feels nice.
“How the hell can you get up this early every morning?” So much for my pleasant morning.
“Hello,” I gave a pat to the sand next to me, “Come to mock my early morning routine once more?”
“Well it’s the only time you’re ever truly alone.” Peter sat down next to me, “Is there a reason you’re lying face down in the sand?”
“Because I can?”
“You’re sore, aren’t you?”
“Damn it all…” I muttered, “Yes, I am. What of it?”
“You should have just said so.” he rolled me over and laid his hand over my stomach, “Could have done this yesterday if you hadn’t avoided me.”
“Avoid is a strong word.”
“Yet it is what you did.” the ache started to fade, “I’m not mad just a tad disappointed that you would automatically assume I would, one, force you to have sex with me, and two, do it so soon after you lost your virginity. I have slept with literally dozens of women, a lot of them virgins, I know what they go through physically after it happens.”
“Man you really are a whore.”
“Sorry. Thanks for the consideration, truly, but I really don’t want to hear about how many naive virgins and drunken barmaids you’ve had sex with.”
“Figured.” he pulled his hand away, “I just want you to know that this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because of what you asked me to do. That’s the whole reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”
“Well I wouldn’t say the whole reason.” I smirked at him. The tips of his ears burned red. “Didn’t understand that from yesterday did you? I would have thought the signs were obvious.”
“Oh my little Lost Girl,” he ran a hand through my hair, “You unravel me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“That remains to be seen.” He pulled me closer with a cheeky grin. His gaze left mine to focus on something over my shoulder. “Someone’s watching us.”
I looked behind me to see Candace flitting closer towards us. How had she followed me out here? She hopped onto my lap and began chirping at me. “Hello darling, why are you out here?” I scratched the top of her head.
“It’s very attached to you.”
“Her name’s Candace.”
“You named your phoenix Candace?”
“Well what would you name it?” Why is everyone so critical over her name?
“I don’t know something more deserving of an immortal phoenix like…the Neverbird.”
“Do you just name everything after Neverland?”
“It’s a good name.”
“It’s a title not a name.”
“Candace the Neverbird.”
“Is Candace the phoenix just not mystical enough for you?”
“My island, my rules.”
“My bird, my name.”
“I’m calling it the Neverbird.”
“You’re an idiot.” I picked up Candace and stood up. “I think she’s hungry, I’m going to go find her some food.”
“I’m gonna catch a couple more winks.” Peter reclined back on the sand and closed his eyes. “I have to go out and start collecting boys later.”
“Finally, some new blood to instill fear into.” He peeked an eye open at me, “What?”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you. Do you wanna come?”
“You want me to come with you to find new boys? Haven’t we spent enough time together recently?”
“There’s never enough time with you. Also more specifically we’ll be finding the boy that’s going to save my life. So?”
“As fun as that sounds I think I’ll sit this one out. There are things to do here.”
“Suit yourself.” he closed his eyes again and I left into the jungle to find Candace some food.
As much fun as roaming the realms and finding new boys would be I needed some space from Peter. I feel like everywhere I turn he’s there. I need some time away from the boys in general. I love them like brothers but it can all be a bit much. I’m as rough and tumble as the next boy, even more so in some cases, but I am also still a girl. There was a part of me that hated some of the jokes they made or their lack of sanitary habits.
If I am being honest with myself it was more than that. Being the only girl on the island can get frustrating. I’ve never been friends with girls, not even before Neverland. It was always just me and the boys. I never even knew my own mother. Would I even get along with girls? Can I even consider myself one after all these years without any interaction with another?
“At least I have you, huh?” I lifted Candace to my shoulder, “I’m not seeing any berries around here. Let’s try someplace else.”
I trekked further into the jungle searching for a berry bush until I finally found a grove of them near the far side of Dead Man’s Peak. “Here you go,” I picked some and held them up for Candace to eat, “You’re looking bigger already. How fast do you age? Maybe Peter would know we’ll ask him later.”
When I got back I was only slightly disappointed to see he had disappeared from the island. He wouldn’t return till late in the night I was sure. I dropped Candace back at my tent and by now everyone was awake and getting ready for training. I had been slacking on my training lately and stuck with Felix for some real challenge.
“Come on Y/N,” Felix sighed, “I thought you were a tad better than this.”
“Just a bit off this morning.” I refused to admit I was rusty. Rusty meant clumsy and clumsy meant death in a real fight.
We started again and I got some of my prowess back but took a few more hits and falls than I should have allowed. Training last late and I was dripping with sweat by the end. Most of the boys were too and we decided to take a quick dip to cool off.
“This is nice,” I floated back on the pond.
“Yeah,” Devin floated next to me, “Until someone does something like this.” Devin launched himself at me and dunked me under the water. I pulled him down with me. Why can’t we have a swim without it turning into a brawl? So is the life of a Lost Girl I suppose.
We thrashed about in the water for a bit having some good fun. Devin had me in a lock and the other boys came over to pester me while I was subdued. I thrashed even harder trying to break free when a loud noise like a needle to the ear pierced the air. Devin dropped me to clamp his hands over his ears. I looked to find the source of the noise and saw it was Candace. She had followed me again. I quickly swam to the shore and tried to shut her up. Once she saw me she quieted down.
“What the hell was that?!” Toodles asked. The others looked at me accusingly.
“I didn’t do this.” Candace kept chirping until I picked her up. “She must have thought I was in trouble.”
“We were horsing around. Is your rat with wings that dumb?”
“Don’t insult her, she can’t tell the difference. She only saw me struggling.” I gave her another soothing pet. “It’s sweet.”
“No, it is dangerous.” Toodles said and there was a murmur of agreement from the others.
“This is madness. She’s just a little bird that wanted to protect me. She’ll learn.”
“I don’t know why Pan lets you keep it.” Billy sneered.
“I would have thought that much was obvious.” Devin pulled himself onto the bank next to me, “Pan and her are sleep–”
I pushed him back in the water before he could say another word. I don’t know if he was kidding or if he somehow actually knew but I wasn’t going to let him implant the idea in the other’s minds. “You all are so paranoid. Why wouldn’t we want an all powerful immortal phoenix on our side? She’s not even fully grown and her screech discombobulated you all within seconds. She’s valuable and Peter recognizes this, that is why she stays. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to dry off and get something to eat. Bring your torches and pitchforks if you want to rebel against our leader’s wishes.”
Without another word I grabbed my things and sauntered back to camp. The boys did have a point though. Candace was still only a baby right now and she was already capable of a lot. I’m going to need to keep a better watch on her if I don’t want to lose her.
I grabbed some food and started wandering around the island. Maybe I should leave. A pleasant day trip to some far off realm with no boys. That sounded marvelous right now. To do that I would need a bean though and the harvest was under twenty four hour watch now that we had the pirates to worry about. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in a while, I wonder what they’re up to. Not curious enough to bother heading to the coast to find their ship but curious nonetheless. By the end of the day I had found myself reclining high in Peter’s Thinking Tree and watching the glimmer of the sea in the last rays of the evening sun. Candace had flown off somewhere the higher I had climbed and hadn’t returned.
This is so boring. Hopefully a new face around here will liven things up. I let out a yawn and fell asleep on the large bough of the towering tree. In the morning I woke up and nearly fell from my precipitous bed. I got my bearing about me and went back to camp. There was a new face milling about with the others but all I could think of was how my back ached from sleeping so awkwardly on the hard tree.
“What’s a lady doin ‘ere?” the new boy pointed to me accusingly.
“Trust us,” Nick slung an arm over my shoulder, “She’s no lady.”
“And I can break your head open like an egg with one hit.” I grabbed Nick’s spear and gave it an effortless twirl in my hand, “Suffice to say, don’t try anything.”
The young fool turned as white as a sheet and backed away slowly. Smart move.
“Must you cause so much trouble so early?” Ben approached from where the new boy had fled.
“I was simply telling him how things are around here. If one is to thrive on Neverland then they need thick skin.” I rubbed at my stiff neck. “Benny boy, know anything about easing a sore neck?”
“Sorry no.” he shrugged.
“Great.” I grumbled and collapsed back in my tent while the others headed to training for the morning. Candace chirped happily at me when she saw I had returned. She supposedly has healing abilities but I doubt they could help with the ache running down my spine. Why does my body hate me so?
Candace, annoyed by her lack of attention, pecked at my feet and ankles. “Bugger off,” I shooed her away, “Let me get some rest.”
She continued to peck and peck until it got to be too much. “What is your problem?” I shouted back as I went to push her away again but noticed she wasn’t the one that had just poked me.
“Hello to you too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow up at me.
“What do you want?” I fell back against my cot with a thud.
“Why aren’t you at training?”
“Not from that.” I glared at him. “I slept in a tree and now my back hurts.”
“My silly little pet,” he squeezed into the tent next to me, “Want me to help?”
“Sure,” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach.
I was expecting the usual ado where he placed a hand on my back or wherever I was hurting and his magic cleared up the ache but that’s not what he did this time. He did place his hands on my back but he was rubbing it instead. It felt good and was relieving some tension so I didn’t bother asking why he was doing this instead of using magic.
I felt myself relax more as he kneaded my back, shoulders, and neck. I let out a sigh of contentment and rolled back so I was facing up. I hadn’t realized it before but he had been straddling me the entire time and now I was trapped beneath him. The last time I was in this position flew across my mind and my heart missed a beat. The same thought must have entered Peter’s mind because he began running a hand down my side.
We couldn’t do it here, could we? All the boys are at training right now…no one would be back for another hour or two at least. Without realizing it I had been sliding my hands against his thighs straddled on either side of me. I gave him a smile and he returned it with his own salacious grin.
I was less weary this time when he bent down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft sigh and stretched my neck so he could get to it easier. He pulled back for a moment to rid me of my shirt. He studied my body much in the same way he did the first time. He poked my side and I winced. “Where’d did all the bruises come from, pet?”
“I took a few lumps training with Felix the other day.”
“Clumsy, Lost Girl, very clumsy.” he murmured as his face hovered over my abdomen, “Want me to kiss it better?”
“Shove off,” I sat up and pushed his face away, “Do you always have to be such a prat?”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” he wrapped my legs around his waist, “Speaking of having me…”
“Bite me,” I rolled my eyes. He smirked wider before biting down hard on the space between my neck and shoulder. “Ow! I didn’t mean literally!”
“Oops,” he shrugged innocently, “I was just complying to the wish of my Lost Girl.”
“Sticks and stones pet,” he pressed against me kissing me hard.
As I was starting to roll Peter’s shirt off the sound of someone milling about the camp made me freeze. “Someone’s out there.” I whispered in a panicked voice.
“They’ll go away,” he whispered back claiming my lips again.
“Y/N, are you here?” I recognized Nick’s voice, “The new kid wants to try fighting you.”
“They’re looking for me,” I warned him but my pleas fell on deaf ears, “they’re gonna realize I’m in my tent.”
“They will if you keep talking.”
The footsteps got closer. “Y/N, are you still sleeping?” Nick called again.
Peter shook his head at me.
“Trying to,” Peter frowned at my response, “What do you want?”
“The new kid thinks you’ll be an easy win and wants to fight you. Wanna prove him wrong?”
“Not right now,”
“Come on, you’re already awake.” I could make out his shadow outside the tent.
“No!” I blurted, “I–I’m not dressed. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay…? I’ll wait out here for you to get ready.” his shadow left and his footsteps receded.
I let out a breath of relief. Peter was glaring at me. “Why?”
“He was about to barge in on us.” I stressed.
“No he wasn’t. If you wouldn’t have answered he would have left.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Fine, next time I won’t let you slip away though.” he rolled off me so that I could get dressed again and leave.
“Just so you know,” I turned back to him, “I’m disappointed too.”
He was still frowning but there was a playful glint to his eyes. I closed the space and pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Come by in a bit if you want to watch me break the new kid in.”
Taking down the new kid took a whole of five seconds. He stammered about how he wasn’t ready and demanded a rematch. Again and again I slammed him into the ground. Both with weapons, only him with a weapon, hand-to-hand, I even allowed the idiot to choose one of the boys so it was two to one. Each time he went down with ease.
The new boy groaned on the ground. “Come on kid, give it up already.”
“N-No…” he pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he did so. “I’m not a kid. I wanna go again.”
“Please,” I shoved him gently and he staggered back, “You are weak, you can’t defend yourself from the simplest attack, your movements resemble that of a dying warthog and you are as dumb as the ocean is deep. But you have tenacity. A real stubbornness. I can respect that.”
“Huh?” he looked at me confused.
“Don’t act so oblivious. You’re one of us now. We’ll turn you into a proper Lost Boy yet.” I held out a hand, “What’s your name?”
He glanced between me and my hand repeatedly before grasping it tightly in his own. “I’m Rufio.”
AHHH I’m so excited to show you guys with my Five Nights at Freddy’s nesting dolls!! I’m really pleased with how they turned out after a week’s worth of painting, all that’s left is to splash some varnish on em!
Signs are associated with the Season in which they occur. The entire Tropical
(Western) Astrology system is constructed around the seasons. Aries begins when
the Sun crosses the Vernal Equinox Line and Spring begins.
Summer Solstice marks the beginning of Cancer, the Winter Solstice marks the
start of Capricorn, and the Autumnal Equinox signifies the beginning of
Libra. It is from those Cardinal points that the 30° divisions are drawn.
Cardinal Signs are the signs of initiation - and they mark the beginning of a
Fixed Signs are the signs of sustainability - and they occur when a Season is
at its most stable, 30° after the beginning of the Cardinal Sign that preceded
Mutable Signs are the signs of adaptability - and they take up the time period
when Seasons are changing, 30° after the beginning of the Fixed Sign that
preceded them, and 30° before the Cardinal Sign that succeeds them.
is the beginning of Spring, Taurus is full-fledged Spring, Gemini is the
transition from Spring to Summer, Cancer is the beginning of Summer, Leo is
Summer at its hottest, Virgo is the transition from Summer to Fall, Libra is
the beginning of Fall, Scorpio is full-fledged Fall, Sagittarius is the
transition from Fall to Winter, Capricorn is the beginning of Winter, Aquarius
is Winter at its coldest, and Pisces is the transition from Winter to Spring.
she’s the girl with leaves in her hair and thorns in her heart. she is not known for her kindness towards human, because she got little empathy for those who cut down her trees and slaughter her animals. but she’s always kind to the animals of the forests. people beg her to use her healing powers to save the lives of humans, but she is used to refusing their prayers. she will only help those who cannot help themselves, so she can be found in the forest, gently healing and always helping. by now, she’s used to stitching up the paws of bears, carefully carrying small birds back to their nests, crafting new wings for owls and picking rose thorns from wolf paws. she can’t help herself. it’s just who she is, and she is far too invested in her forest to ever leave its side.
▪️an old desk drawer or a seed tray
▪️fake moss/grass cut the size of what you’re using
▪️small wooden disks
▪️a hot glue gun
▪️gold craft wire
▪️one small clam shell and one large clam shell
▪️an old pearl necklace
▪️a small plastic tub
▪️decorations such as fairy ornaments, toy mushrooms and animals, mini flower puts and crystals
1) scrunch up the newspaper and place it in the drawer/tray and place the moss/grass on top.
2) decorate the garden, craft a fairy nest by gluing feathers, bark and ask moss onto the small plastic tub and then wrap the gold wire around it.
3) create a water fountain by using the large clam shell on the moss and then use the smaller one after attaching it to a piece of wire and push it into the moss so it sits above the larger one.
4) finally, place the flowers, crystals and the other decorations around the garden to attract fairies.
Arranged mateship was kind of a new concept, but it had worked for Antonio and Lovino.
Well, ‘worked’ was maybe not the right word.
Facilities would determine for you your soulmate at a certain age if you did not happen to find one on your own, and the two would meet for compatibility checks. If all went well then you had a match.
Antonio had been deeply in love with the omega the moment he laid eyes on him.
Lovino, on the other hand, had appeared physically uncomfortable to be there, genuinely upset to meet him, and had stormed out five minutes into their conversation. None of this changed the fact that Antonio was head over heels for him, of course, but it did sting a little.
And now Antonio knew why Lovino had been so apprehensive:
The omega had been born with cat-like ears and a tail.
So I finally have a fancy camera (usually use my phone)… with some dust stuck in it… so next step is clean the camera and get better at focusing on the mini objects, without getting impatient and throwing it out the window!
Rated M for Mmmomygod, language, drugs, illegal goodness, and violence down the line
Member: Jimin ft. OT7
Word Count: 2000+
Tw: Human trafficking, abuse, Jimin’s existence, Jungkook’s existence, literally just bts
So… this is my first ever scenario. I don’t know how many parts there will be, but I hope whoever reading this enjoys it - please like, reblog and/or message me if you like it and want more ^^ P.S. this portion has some Jungkook x reader action, part two will be more Jimin centric. Also, lm ao self, what’s formatting?
The Ponce de Leon episode of Clone High is such an exquisitely crafted nesting doll of history jokes and pop culture jokes, it’s like a sliding block puzzle where all the pieces fell into perfect alignment.
Lots of species will go all out to land a mate, but few courtship routines are as elaborate as that of the bowerbird. These birds craft nest-like structures, known as bowers, and decorate them with attention-getting items. Females tour many of these local bowers, assessing both structure and suitor before selecting a mate.
Male satin bowerbirds festoon the front terraces of their bowers with shiny or colored objects, preferring those of a vivid blue hue.
Bowerbirds don’t discriminate when hunting for objects to add to their bowers, displaying natural treasures like fresh flowers, feathers, and cicada wings alongside objects like ballpoint pen lids and bottlecaps.
Decorating a bower doesn’t end at displaying objects. Some satin bowerbirds mix plant material with saliva to make a “paint” they spread over their bower walls.
Competition for bower decorations is fierce, and male bowerbirds will steal desirable trinkets from other bowers to improve their own.
If a female admires a bower, she enters it, but the mating ritual isn’t over. The male then proceeds to perform a dance while holding a favorite trinket in his beak.