#emerging from dirt

[thewhimsyturtle]

Good morning? I spent all this effort digging out from under my hidey hut, and my plate is still completely empty!? This is most definitely not a good morning!

#good morning #EXCUSE ME #GRUMP #hangry #Kirby #tortoise #Russian tortoise #digging #emerging from dirt #WHERE ARE MY NOMS #not amused #hidey hut #cute #animals

[andy-clutterbuck]

5x09 | What Happened and What's Going On

#*nature documentary narrator voice* a sweaty majestic beast emerges from the clearing #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S5 #nice rack rick #brown tshirt you will always be famous #are you even alive if feral wildman rick didn't speak to some nasty part of your brain #survey says no #more dirt and grease and aggravation than man #anyone got a quarter we can bounce off him

[teal-fiend]

A strange old pred who lives in the woods, has a little cottage. Living alone with nothing but their pet bird.

They live a little way from a village that they sometimes visit to gather supplies. 

Being a pred, they feel very estranged from the rest of society, which is why they have chosen the hermit life. 

They don’t dislike prey, but they aren’t comfortable interacting with them for more than a few seconds. The pred doesn’t talk much, almost to the point of being mute, and they don’t behave like a normal person. They’re just doing their own thing, and it doesn’t match up with what their distant neighbours are doing. 

The pred has been living near the town for longer than most of the residents can remember - they don’t know how or when the pred got there, or why they are here. They don’t seem to have any family. There aren’t any other preds local to the area. The preds existence is a mystery to most people. 

The townsfolk, although they don’t understand the pred, they don’t dislike them. In fact, the pred is useful to them. 

Issues can often arise within the community - an outsider coming into the town to try and buy-out their land, out-compete local businesses, or otherwise harass or cause problems for the locals. If this happens, the townsfolk approach the pred and politely ask that they go after the prey. 

They’ll tell the problematic individual that the pred is the mayor, or someone with authority. They’ll schedule a meeting with the pred. They’ll talk over lunch. The townsfolk will dress the pred in formal attire. During the meeting, the pred will eat the problem. 

The community will thank the pred, cooing over them, affirming them (because the pred can be skittish, especially after eating). The pred would wobble back to their house to digest in peace. And in the coming days, the pred will receive gifts from the town (cheese, books, hats), as a thank you for the help.

#i like to think that the pred is technically their mayor. they hold the title #even if they don't do anything that a normal mayor would do #like how some towns have a dog as their mayor as a gimmick #“this is our mayor” (confused wretched creature that just emerged from the woods full of dirt and twigs) #v.ore #implied digestion #v/ore #vore digestion #fatal vore #digestion #tw vore #soft vore #vore writing #vore fic #vore prompts #vore idea

[th3e-m4ng0]

what if i gave megatron a newspark..

they like music and would like to become a medic one day, like ratchet !!

#transformers #megatron #sunlight #au #art #i like the mentors concept of idw2 so im stealing it #so basically a cybertronian has to sign up to vector sigma's database or something like that and agree to take care of a sparkling #and it will let the mech know. after some time has passed (can be maybe 10 years or up to a millennia) when its time to pick up their child #so they have to go to the designated hot spot and get the kid to successfully emerge from the dirt and take em home #the mentor has to teach their apprentice about life and spending money wisely. help em choose their alt mode.. the basics #sunlight transforms into foc bumblebee's alt mode but with a big window at the front. and instead of being yellow #they're light blue or something different LOL #<- i'm still figuring out what their color palette will be so that is subject to change. but they won't be yellow

[existencebringsonlypain]

context what's that

#do whatever tf u want to do with this #discord emoji #color it #trace it #idc #go buckwild #toh hunter #toh #hunter #the owl house #the owl house hunter #hunter toh #art #shitpost #art shitpost #shitpost doodle #idek #toh golden guard #the golden guard #he emerges from the dirt in full gear #to judge you #was part of a longer comic thing but i cant be bothered to finish

[dollybeagle]

Girlfailure

#rowan speaks #mothwing #warrior cats #wc mothwing #Emerges from a hole in the dirt #Hi

[jellojolteon]

I'm sure someone on here will get a kick out of the fact that I have yet to do a single non-obligatory battle in the indigo disk dlc

They turned me loose to go find the elite four and I. Have not bothered to fight any of them or any trainers along the way

Pokedex is almost done tho, got all my biomes upgraded while hatching solosis eggs

#i like to think theyre all there #doubting me #meanwhile i will emerge from the plastic wilds covered in dirt and i will steamroll them #preferably with a team of all shinies #pokemon #jello's word vomit #indigo disk

[weepylucifer]

Remind me to at some point do something about that ficlet i have knocking around in my head where ulixes surprise-visits steban at his mom's place during semester break and steban gets extremely flustered about it

#posts by me #this would be early in their friendship #they met each other in the last semester and instantly clicked but it's all still new. uli hasn't even realized he has a crush yet #he's staying with his parents and they're distant and disinterested and he misses talking to his new friend #and hey steban did give him his family's address ''for emergencies'' and urgently needing to talk theory is an emergency!! #so he heads to villalobos. has the door opened by steban's mom. all very yes hello can my friend come out to play #he's led out back to a little community garden that some people in the apartment block manage together #steban's there helping out bc he's on break. he's in his oldest shittiest gardening clothes. there's dirt on his hands #and mud on his bare feet. uli looks at him in the sunlight and thinks ooohh. i am IN LOVE with you #then steban sees him and is like OH NO. he's not supposed to see me without my nice academic getup #now he'll think [mesque stereotype] [mesque stereotype] [mesque stereotype] #and meanwhile uli's thinking wow he is the most beautiful being to ever exist i want to be communist lovers with him #cue uli sitting in the kitchen with lemonade while steban has a whispered argument with his mom outside #all ''muuuums why did you just let him IN HERE i'm not even properly DRESSED'' and his mom is all oh you want to impress the boy huh? #you want to look nice for the boy? 😏 #and steban (blushing) is like i want the boy to take me SERIOUSLY as an ACADEMIC #like... this is firstie steban. he's still grappling with the whole 'poor kid in a college environment' thing #he hasn't yet learned to simply own it. he's probably trying to suppress his accent when he's on campus. and uli might even be middle class #(!!!) #and like he's not Ashamed of where he's from. his family's great. he... doesn't Hate being mesque. he's not sure yet how it all squares w #his brand-new communist beliefs. where he belongs and what he defines himself as #but he knows this: he does kinda want to impress ulixes. it just feels right to have him around #so he's just very very flustered and confused and trying to act nonchalant about it #steban's mom after fighting tooth and nail for it eventually gets uli to call her by her first name

[thehobblefootalchemist]

I'm going to be posting WRITING today, the sun is shining the tank is clean

#finally grappled my writer's block into the dirt and emerged from the fallow period

[rushlaunch]

off the cliffs of starfall

#fanart #sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sth #*hand emerges from under pile of dirt* hi #shhh this was only loosely inspired by frontiers SHHHHH #this was my 225th post. yay #file save as

[hopefulqueer]

the spiders feast tonight :`)

#baby: sprout #baby: bean #baby: cinderella #i've been so worried abt sprout bc she had been doing super good at coming out of her burrow #and hanging out in the entrance #and eating rly well #and then after she went into premolt last she just never came out #and crickets went uneaten. it's been over 5 weeks #and i was just abt convinced she'd had a bad molt and i was gonna have to dig up a dead spider #but at the prospect of a treat of a very wiggly hornworm #she emerged from her soil like a little dirt dragon and pulled the sacrifice down into her lair #lively and hungry #and visible for about .5 seconds lmao #no video or anything bc i was holding the lid and making sure the hornworm was moving #but she eated it! and i saw her! and she's okay! ;-; #i missed her so much #bean is eating two (count em) big crickets #and cindy had a cricket last night #there's a temporary zebra jumper in my room too rn who i was gonna offer a cricket as a treat before letting her go #but literally none of my crickets r small enough flkjshfkjd #she's itty bitty #so i'll just let her go tomorrow morning #spiders

[thewhimsyturtle]

EXCUSE ME, do you know how long you have left me home alone with an empty plate?!

#EXCUSE ME #WHERE ARE MY NOMS #FEED ME #GRUMP #Kirby #tortoise #Russian tortoise #bottomless pit #hidey hut #emerging from dirt #hangry #cute #animals

[andy-clutterbuck]

5x10 | Them

#*nature documentary narrator voice* a sweaty majestic beast emerges from the clearing #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S5 #excuse me what breed of bear is this #are you even alive if Feral Wildman Rick didn't speak to some nasty part of your brain #survey says #no #more dirt and sweat and beard than man #brown tshirt you will always be famous #roll me in the woods over there #poison ivy? #i don't know her #hello yes i could invite mr grimes to come inside in the afternoon sun in the middle of the road what of it? #pain heals chicks dig scars glory lasts forever

[cemeterything]

[rotten hand thrusts blindly out of the dirt] we - [head and shoulders emerge heaving from the soil] - are so - [claws and squirms to free more of my body from the clutches of the grave] - fucking - [staggers to my feet] - back [coughs up a clump of dirt]

#🐉

[headspace-hotel]

Nature is healing.

I burned the Meadow a couple weeks ago. At first it looked like nothing but charred ashes and dirt, with a few scorched green patches, and I was afraid I'd done something terrible. But then the sprouts emerged. Tender new leaves swarming the soil.

My brother and I were outside after dark the other day, to see if any lightning bugs would emerge yet. We had been working on digging the pond. That old soggy spot in the middle of the yard that we called "poor drainage," that always splattered mud over our legs when we ran across it as children—it isn't a failed lawn, and it never was.

Oh, we tried to fill in the mud puddles, even rented heavy machinery and graded the whole thing out, but the little wetland still remembered. God bless those indomitable puddles and wetlands and weeds, that in spite of our efforts to flatten out the differences that make each square meter of land unique from another, still declare themselves over and over to be what they are.

So we've been digging a hole. A wide, shallow hole, with an island in the middle.

And steadily, I've been transplanting in vegetation. At school there is a soggy field that sadly is mowed like any old field. The only pools where a frog could lay eggs are tire ruts. From this field I dig up big clumps of rushes and sedges, and nobody pays me any mind when I smuggle them home.

I pulled a little stick of shrubby willow from some cracked pavement near a creek, and planted it nearby. From a ditch on the side of the road beside a corn field, I dug up cattail rhizomes. Everywhere, tiny bits of wilderness, holding on.

I gathered up rotting logs small enough to carry and made a log pile beside the pond. At another corner is a rock pile. I planted some old branches upright in the ground to make a good place for birds and dragonflies to perch.

And there are so many birds! Mourning doves, robins, cardinals and grackles come here in much bigger numbers, and many, many finches and sparrows. I always hear woodpeckers, even a Pileated Woodpecker here and there. A pair of bluebirds lives here. There are three tree swallows, a barn swallow also, tons of chickadees, and there's always six or seven blue jays screaming and making a commotion. And the goldfinches! Yesterday I watched three brilliant yellow males frolic among the tall dandelions. They would hover above the grass and then drop down. One landed on a dandelion stem and it flopped over. There are several bright orange birds too. I think a couple of them are orioles, but there's definitely also a Summer Tanager. There's a pair of Canada Geese that always fly by overhead around the same time in the evening. It's like their daily commute.

The other day, as I watched, I saw a Cooper's Hawk swoop down and carry off a robin. This was horrifying news for the robin individually, but great news for the ecosystem. The food chain can support more links now.

There are two garter snakes instead of one, both of them fat from being good at snaking. I wonder if there will be babies?

But the biggest change this year is the bugs. It's too early for the lightning bugs, but all the same the yard is full of life.

It's like remembering something I didn't know I forgot. Oh. This is how it's supposed to be. I can't glance in any direction without seeing the movement of bugs. Fat crickets and earwigs scuttle underneath my rock piles, wasps flit about and visit the pond's shore, an unbelievable variety of flies and bees visit the flowers, millipedes and centipedes hide under the logs. Butterflies, moths, and beetles big and small are everywhere.

I can't even describe it in terms of individual encounters; they're just everywhere, hopping and fluttering away with every step. There are so many kinds of ants. I sometimes stare really closely at the ground to watch the activities of the ants. Sometimes they are in long lines, with two lanes of ants going back and forth, touching antennae whenever two ants traveling in opposite directions meet. Sometimes I see ants fighting each other, as though ant war is happening. Sometimes the ants are carrying the curled-up bodies of dead ants—their fallen comrades?

My neighbor gave me all of their fallen leaves (twelve bags!) and it turns out that piling leaves on top of a rock and log pile in a wet area summons an unbelievable amount of snails.

I always heard of snails as pests, but I have learned better. Snails move calcium through the food chain. Birds eat snails and use the calcium in their shells to make egg shells. In this way, snails lead to baby birds. I never would have known this if I hadn't set out to learn about snails.

In the golden hour of evening, bugs drift across the sky like golden motes of dust, whirling and dancing together in the grand dramas of their tiny lives. I think about how complicated their worlds are. After interacting with bees and wasps so much for so long, I'm amazed by how intelligent and polite they are. Bumble bees will hover in front of me, swaying side to side, or circle slowly around me several times, clearly perceiving some kind of information...but what? It seems like bees and wasps can figure out if you are a threat, or if you are peaceful, and act accordingly.

I came to a realization about wasps: when they dart at your head so you hear them buzzing close by your ears, they're announcing their presence. The proper response is to freeze and duck down a bit. It seems like wasps can recognize if you're being polite; for what it's worth, I've never been stung by a wasp.

As night falls, bats emerge and start looping and darting around in the sky above. If the yard seems full of bugs in the day, it is nothing compared to the night.

I'm aware that what I'm about to describe, to an entomophobe, sounds like a horror movie: when i walk to the back yard, the trees are audibly crackling and whirring with the activity of insects. Beetles hover among the branches of the trees. When we look up at the sky, moths of all sizes are flying hither and thither across it. A large, very striking white moth flies past low to the ground.

Last year, seeing a moth against the darkening sky was only occasional. Now there's so many of them.

I consider it in my mind:

When roads and houses are built and land is turned over to various human uses, potentially hundreds of native plant species are extirpated from that small area. But all of the Eastern USA has been heavily altered and destroyed.

Some plants come back easily, like wild blackberry, daisy fleabane, and common violets. But many of them do not. Some plants need fire to sprout, some need Bison or large birds to spread them, some need humans to harvest and care for them, some live in habitats that are frequently treated with contempt, some cannot bear to be grazed by cattle, some are suffocated beneath invasive Tall Fescue, Kentucky bluegrass, honeysuckle or Bradford pears, and some don't like being mowed or bushhogged.

Look at the landscape...hundreds and hundreds of acres of suburbs, pastures, corn fields, pavement, mowed verges and edges of roads.

Yes, you see milkweed now and then, a few plants on the edge of the road, but when you consider the total area of space covered by milkweed, it is so little it is nearly negligible. Imagine how many milkweed plants could grow in a single acre that was caretaken for their prosperity—enough to equal fifty roadsides put together!

Then I consider how many bugs are specialists, that can only feed upon a particular plant. Every kind of plant has its own bugs. When plant diversity is replaced by Plant Sameness, the bug population decreases dramatically.

Plant sameness has taken over the world, and the insect apocalypse is a result.

But in this one small spot, nature is healing...

#plants #native plants #native plant gardening #proplifting #sorta #save the bees

[augustinewrites]

it’s been…a while since you and satoru have gone on an assignment together.

having two young children at home made it difficult to take off on short notice and be away for days at a time. they needed stability and routine, so the two of you had decided that one person would stay home while the other was working.

for a while, that’d worked fine. but now that megumi and tsumiki were older, self-sufficient teens who loved nothing more than being left alone, satoru had seen this as an opportunity.

you’d still been a little hesitant, but it was a simple surveillance mission. easy, right?

“water. you need to stay hydrated.” you instruct when he gets back into the car. he takes the water bottle you’re holding out, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

“gakuganji isn’t even home yet,” he reports with a sigh. you hum, distracted as you check your phone. gojo reaches across your knees to pull open the glovebox, rifling through colourful snack wrappers.

“tsumiki hasn’t texted me back,” you mutter. “should i ask nanami to check in on them?”

“nah, i’m sure they’re just super busy trashing the apartment and racking up charges on the emergency credit card. ah– found it!” he pulls out a black silk sleep mask, slipping it on so it rests on his forehead.

“really?” you ask, unimpressed as he holds a second one out to you. “you’re taking a nap?”

“yeah, it’ll be easier to sneak around when it’s dark, why stay awake till then?”

“is that a good idea?” you ask, though you know there’s really no point in trying to argue with his logic.

“your fault for keeping me awake all night. late night laundry folding is no joke.”

“if you’d put it in the dryer when i’d asked—”

“can’t hear you,” he sing-songs, pulling the mask over his eyes. “you can take a nap too, you know. that old fart couldn’t get past us even while asleep.”

“i’ll pass on the nap. need to wait for tsumiki to text.”

he grumbles something incoherent that you’re sure is meant to be argumentative as he reclines his seat a little and lays back, getting comfortable and quiet.

…for about 45 seconds.

you watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls the mask up a half inch, just enough for his right eye to observe you.

“what do you want now?” you ask.

then, with casualty akin to asking what you want for lunch, he clears his throat and asks, “do you want to have sex?”

“do i want to have what?” you ask, turning to stare at him incredulously, but your face is hot and for a split second, you’d considered agreeing.

“sex,” he repeats, patting his lap with a shit-eating grin. “we’re going to be here for a while, anyways. these seats recline way back—”

“i am not having sex in this car with you, satoru!”

he groans over-dramatically (as he tends to do). “will you at least cuddle with me then? i’m desperate and touch-starved and hopelessly in love with you!”

you make a note to figure out what cheesy rom com he stole that line from, but lean across the console to trail kisses up his shoulder, his neck. satoru does nothing to protect himself from your overly affectionate onslaught, he’s quick to catch your jaw, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“wait. no, no, no!” he protests when you pull back, eyes suddenly trained on the house you’re meant to be watching. “you can’t just leave me high and dry—”

“he’s home!” you whisper, pressing a hand over his mouth (though he continues with muffled complaints). “pull the car a little further back before we get out.”

you’ve already summoned your shikigami as satoru maneuvers the car into the dense forestry, about to send them off when your phone vibrates in your lap.

“oh! megumi texted me,” you inform him. “he said…‘already made dinner. tsumiki is out on a date—’”

the car grinds to a halt and abruptly turns, the momentum causing your to slam into the side of the car as it peels out onto the dirt road. you curse loudly as your fiancé, devoid of all his playfulness from earlier, speeds through the forest.

“what the— satoru!”

#principal yaga sighs when the mission report status reads incomplete due to ‘fatherly duties’ #keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff