#grandcubs

[erineconnor]

Just a NanBear and her Grandcubs!! I love these boys so very much!!!! #justananbearandhergrandcubs #nanbearandhergrandcubs #nanbearlovesyoutwosomuch #nanbearlife #proudnanbear #nanbear #grandcubs https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAnZMoupAD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#justananbearandhergrandcubs #nanbearandhergrandcubs #nanbearlovesyoutwosomuch #nanbearlife #proudnanbear #nanbear #grandcubs

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

thinking about werewolves

werewolves that find comfort in the moonlight. werewolves who adore the sunlight. werewolves with ptsd from transforming. werewolves being overjoyed after their first transformation. werewolves being open about their fears and loves in their lycanthropy and finding solace in others. turning another as a sign of love, trust, and consent. full moon ceremonies. werewolf body language. werewolf slang blending with human slang. humans who grow up in a pack of werewolves and being practically identical to them. the first time a werewolf is welcomed into their pack. packs of all kinds. hippie packs of werewolves travelling across the country in a van way too small for all of them. a small town gas station run by the local werewolf lady who’s ears perk up and smiles when you walk in. elder werewolves. retirement homes for werewolves. elder werewolves playing and spending time with their grandcubs. werewolves with control over their transformations and live as a constant mix of human and wolf. werewolf coats, mannerisms, traits, and forms differing depending on where they live in the world. city dwelling werewolves. countryside werewolves. backpacking werewolves finding entire towns filled with werewolves and packs and realising that yes, they can find home exactly as they are. werewolf safe havens. famous werewolves using their influence for progressive change. a human and werewolf finding love. cubs playfighting with the human kids in the neighbourhood. werewolves with huge families and all kinds of siblings and elders and cubs. werewolf families having weekly game nights and dinners with their human neighbours. werewolf trait genetics. cubs who have frail fur and short nails and babble instead of bark. cubs who are furry and have fangs and claws and snouts and shrill little howls. werewolf siblings where one appears fully human and the other looks like the family dog and they don’t even notice a difference. coed human and werewolf schools. the football team populated by werewolves. the track team winning national championships every year. the spring play of Beauty and the Beast winning the community vote for best costume design. drama kid werewolves painting sets and getting acrylics and oil paints in their fur. recess being the preschool cubs favourite time of the day—right after lunch of course. night classes for werewolves and insomniac human students. one day the English teacher comes in half transformed and just sighs and calls it a movie day. prom being won by a werewolf and human couple. werewolf outreach groups to help those recently turned. search and rescue werewolves. war dog werewolves. werewolf physical and mental therapists. werewolf astrologists. werewolf clinics. werewolves consenting to their bodies to be used for scientific research when they pass. organ donor werewolves. werewolf scientists working to discover their true origin. hormone therapy for werewolves who find it difficult to transform or those who need help controlling their transformations. werewolf summer camps. werewolf sled teams. land owners who are both the grounds dogs and the ranchers. werewolf herding dogs. werewolves who grow out their fur then cut it to make coats for werewolves who’ve lost their fur. werewolves who carry the fangs of their deceased with them. werewolf bones laid to rest next their human mate in graves thousands of years old. tombs of packs and families in pristine condition. oil paintings of packs hundreds of years old. werewolf funeral traditions. discovering that multiple influential poets, archaeologists, leaders, scholars, scientists, etc. in the past were werewolves. werewolf and human history being intertwined for millennia. drawings and scriptures and proverbs of large speaking wolves living alongside the humans depicted. myths and stories and tales and passages about werewolves. times in history where humans and werewolves were virtually indistinguishable. the oldest known cave drawings full of massive paw prints placed purposefully and lovingly right next to human hand prints. werewolves. <3

#TUMBLR WONT LET ME TYPE MORE #BUT BY GOD IS MY BRAIN F I L L E D WITH WERWOLVES. #ruff ruff #wolfkin #therian #therianthropy #werewolfkin #otherkin #theriankin #caninekin #dogkin #wulverkin #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf hc

[sourmiguel]

A Story to Tell the Grandcubs by @agoldenblackbird (wc3625, explicit)

Summary: Stiles asks the stranger standing next to him at the bar for help avoiding his creepy ex boyfriend.

I love this sort of prompt. But the best thing about this fic is that we get the simple one shot from Stiles's POV, and then we get even more (aka the smut that follows) from Derek's POV in chapter two! So good.

#fic rec #sterek #sterek au

[justnat15]

BfG!Shifter!Ghost and the pack baby

Hey, hello! This is just a little snippet of feels inspired by my lovely wifey @writeforfandoms series, Born for Greatness. I highly recommend reading it first so things make more sense. We've had many a talk about the characters and how life went on for them outside the story and she gave me permission to play in her sandbox and write this! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, small moment of angst thanks to our Ghostie boy. Baby (does that need to be a warning?)

Word count: 1.2k

You stood in the doorway to the pack room, blinking back tears that threatened to fall due to the adorable sight in front of you. Most of the pack was out on a training exercise, except Simon. He’d gotten a serious injury on their last mission and was still healing. He hadn’t complained much about it, though. Usually, he was prowling around base, chomping at the bit for Medical to clear him for active duty. 

In fact, since little Audrey had been born, Simon spent even more time in or near the pack room, which you didn’t think was possible. You were sure Soap and Gaz hadn’t noticed yet, due to the lack of heckling towards their quieter pack member. 

You continued to observe the scene in front of you. Ghost was laid out on the LoveSac, sans mask for once, and had Audrey curled up on his chest. It was quickly becoming a common thing, particularly when the other guys were out and it was just you and Audrey around. 

You purposefully made a little noise as you walked into the room, even though Simon most likely already knew you were there, and knelt next to the pair. Audrey’s eyes were closed as she snoozed. Carefully, so as to not disturb her slumber, you ran a hand over her little brown curls. 

Some days, you still couldn’t believe that you and John had made this precious little baby and you had carried her in your body for months. 

A soft rumble from Ghost turned your attention to him and you smiled at him. “How long has she been sleeping?” You kept your voice quiet, not worried about your packmate being able to hear you.

“Just a few minutes,” Simon muttered softly. He cupped his hands around Audrey, the large appendages dwarfing her tiny sleeping form. 

The shifter really was a gentle giant when it came to the pack baby. All of the boys were, but Simon took it to a different level. He was always the first to step in when you started to look a little frazzled and Audrey was feeding off your stressed emotions. He’d swoop in and oh so gently pluck your daughter from your embrace while telling you to go have a snack or go ‘rescue’ your mate from his never ending pile of paperwork. You’d do as told while he rocked and hummed to his niece, calming her almost instantly.

When you had mentioned this to Logan over a video chat one night, he had just smirked and shook his head. 

“Riley better not think he can replace me in my grandcub’s heart. I’m going to be her favorite, after you and Price, of course.” He added the last part when you glared at him.

You placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder and nodded towards your daughter. “Want me to take her and lay her in her crib?” You knew what the answer would be, but you still felt obligated to ask.

Ghost’s answering glare would have sent a lesser being running with their tail, metaphorical or literal, tucked between their legs. You just grinned and patted his shoulder before turning away. “Find me when she’s hungry,” you called over your shoulder as you returned to the small kitchen where you had set up shop for the day. 

You heard Simon grunt in reply and you chuckled softly as you got back to work.

Some time later, you stood and stretched. Your bladder was never the same after carrying Audrey and screamed at you more often to take breaks. John and the rest of the pack weren’t back yet because nobody (Soap or Gaz) had interrupted your work. It seemed physically impossible for the two younger males in the pack to not come greet you right away whenever they returned from a mission or training. And then, if you were working, they would not leave you alone until you agreed to join them for a movie in the pack room. Or unless John stepped in and gave them that look that made them get in line.

As you walked through the pack room, you looked over at the LoveSac and paused. Simon had fallen asleep with Audrey on his chest. Quickly and quietly, you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture. It really was too sweet a sight to not capture. Although you would only be sharing this image with your mate and with Simon himself. You were viciously protective of Simon’s bonding moments with Audrey. There would be no teasing from the other two members of your pack. You worried sometimes that Simon would pull back from Audrey and the rest of the pack if he were teased about his softer side that you rarely got to see like this. 

A low grumble caught your attention and you turned your gaze from your phone back to the pair in front of you. Simon was staring at you through half-lidded eyes. You smiled when he lifted a hand and gestured you closer. 

Kneeling next to the couch, you held your phone so the big man could see the moment you captured. “I couldn’t resist. The two of you look so cute like this,” you murmured softly. ��I’m definitely adding this one to her book.” You and John had started a photo album for Audrey after you had returned with the news of your pregnancy. John was insistent on it, actually. He had gone out and bought the biggest album he could find and spent so much time decorating and personalizing it. 

Simon huffed and shook his head. “You don’t want me in that book.”

You frowned at his self-deprecating tone. “Simon Riley, you stop that right now. You are more than worthy to be in Audrey’s book. You’re her favorite uncle and it wouldn’t be fair to her to keep you out. Johnny and Kyle both have a section in the album, right after yours.” You reached out and gently ran your fingers through his hair, politely ignoring the way his eyes were starting to water. “Now, if you’re uncomfortable with your bare face being shown in the photos, that’s one thing.”

Simon let out a choked growl and moved one hand from Audrey’s back to cover his face. You didn’t say anything, just continued combing your fingers through his hair and watching your daughter sleep on his chest. 

“Thank you,” Ghost’s voice was so low, you almost missed his words. You just smiled at him and leaned your head against his shoulder. 

“You’re a member of this pack, Simon. And we love you. Don’t ever doubt that,” you whispered. Your eyes closed as you just basked in the presence of your pack member and your daughter.

You woke up in a very different position than you last remember being in. You were now on the couch with Audrey on top of you and a shifted Simon curled around the both of you. His large head rested on your torso next to a still sleeping Audrey. You smiled and carefully scratched behind his ears. You felt his body vibrate with a purr of contentment at the action. His head felt heavier as he somehow went even more limp than he already had been. You laughed but didn’t stop scratching his head. Eventually, you were pulled back to sleep thanks to Simon’s purring and warmth.

#born for greatness #shifter au #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #reader insert #for my foxy wifey

[quitealotofsodapop]

Nobody would expect Wukong to actually faint at the news that his mother and father were not only present but also that he has had a sibling this entire time just waiting to hatch. So they all kinda panicked when Macaque had to rush forward to catch him so he doesn't land on the hard cavern floor. At this point Yuebei is probably old enough to cling to her baby's back like, well, a monkey cub and was probably just eith hin the whole time since Wukong, as king, was pretty much in charge eof everything and had a lot of important duties to deal with during the party itself. She's probably crying because she doesn't understand why her Mama is in her baby's arms and isn't moving. Which is whag distracts everyone enough from baby Luzhen to realize what happened and the two spirit monkeys are doing their best to coo and comfort their grandvaby while also trying to tend to their newborn (whom Pigsy had started cradling and was checking over) while also dealing with the unfortunate fact that they're ghosts and cannot actually do anything

Later onn the adults in the troop tease the hell out of Wukong for fainting like a delicate flower at the prospect of being a big brother, but they definitely understand where he's coming from. He'd still been reeling from Guanyin's revelation that she was, in some obscure way thag involved reincarnation, Wukong's birth mother by Celestial Law and had kept the fact hidden in an attempt to keep him as safe as she possibly could have considering how deep into trouble he'd been when they had met. And also by that same law, Wukomg is technically an imperial prince because before Guanyin had been Wukong's mother, Wukong's mother had been the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother's firstborn daughter.

referencing.

Macaque def spends a lot of the festivities keeping Yuebei occupied. He recognises that Wukong has a lot of duties during the festival (preparing the beach for the party, ensuring bonfire safety, making sure monkeys got to the island safely, etc), and agrees to keep the cub on him for a Baba-daughter day (something both really need since the drama of S4).

Mac doesn't like the noise of the party, and Yuebei gets fussy after the tenth or so person cooing at her, so they're relaxing against his and Wukong's favorite tree watching the sea when MK's shout reaches them.

Macaque understands how stone monkeys can be born from secret stone eggs - the little lady clinging to him + the pair in his own body evidence of that. So the idea of there being an undiscovered egg inside the mountain doesn't surprise him - what does is the sheer enormity of Wukong's parents being present as ghosts (aided by the bodhisattvas) and guiding him to his unhatched baby brother.

Macaque knows Wukong is about to faint the moment the little stone shell cracks open, and rushes forward to catch him while Yuebei flutter-chirps for her mama/baba (Wukong uses both) from her papoose.

MK and Pigsy has their hands full with helping Luzhen break out of his shell (the little guy was sorta stuck from the rock being hardened for so long), and the subjects are just cooing at the new Prince + laughing at the irony of meeting the King's little brother in a similar manner to how he was born!

Shihua and Ye Lin see Yuebei and just start cooing about how sweet she is! Their little overdue Grandcub! And her eyes are such a lovely shade of her grandmother's blue! Macaque keeps quiet about about the whole "she Ate a bone demon" part for the moment.

Guanyin and Shihua likely keep it quiet about their first life for now. Especially since Wukong is still dealing with the aftershock of finding Luzhen and meeting his parents' spirits (+that Guanyin is his mom's present incarnation). The knowledge that he might be considered divine royalty under Celestial Law would be a bit much for him right now.

#stone matriarch au #slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #lmk yuebei #yuebei xing #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk aus

[australet789]

TLK: And i saw myself

Continuation of this Kiara needed to think. Rafiki's word still danced on her mind. Were The Lions of The Past really the reason she was with Kovu? Has she ever had a choice about her life? Could she even trust her own heart or it was just all a big plan? Will her cubs be part of it as well?

She couldn't face her family. Not with the knowledge she learned. So she went to the side of Priderock and let herself lost into the night sky...

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"I was waiting for you, my child."

The voice rumbled on her head, filling the black space Kiara had just woken into. But she wasn't afraid. The voice was...calm and soothing, like she had know it all her life.

"Because I had always been with you since the day you were born", replied the voice. Kiara pressed her ears to her head, trying to hide her thoughts from this presence. "Don't be afraid," the voice chuckled, "I can't hear your thoughts, you just had the same reaction I had when I entered this place for the first time. I am going to admit, it is quite scary. But come closer. I want to finally meet one of my grandcubs in person and not from the sky".

Grancubs? Could it be..?

"Mufasa?" Adjusting her eyes to the darkness, Kiara finally recognized the spirit in front of her.

The old king nodded. "But how? I thought only The Lion Guard-"

"Yes, usually, only The Lion Guard's leader can communicate with the ancestors. But once in a while, some animals are chosen to be more perceptive of The Lion of The Past's wishes and knowledge. And you, are one of them."

Kiara looked away from her granfather's spirit, remembering the conversatio from earlier. "I'm aware".

Mufasa frowned. Kiara tilted her head. "You didn't happen to overhear my conversation with Rafiki and how he told me you were the one who decided me and Kovu were together?"

The spirit of her grandfather blinked. And after a moment of silence, Mufasa did something she would have never expected the respected king to do: he threw his head back and groaned. Loudly.

"Great Kings, give me patience with that old mandrill." It was so, so unexpected, that Kiara couldn't help to laugh. Mufasa, realising he was caught in a moment, blushed (as much as a spirit could blush) but then laughed along his grandaughter.

"Ahem!" the lion composed himself. "Listen, Kiara. Rafiki said the truth that it was my plan to make you and Kovu be together, but it was you who gave me the idea."

"Come again?"

"I thought Simba was going to heal The Pridelands," continued the king, "but we- I didn't consider how much Scar had hurt my son. His heart was still healing and his soul was broken even more when your old brother Kopa died."

Kiara remembered the stories about an older brother she never got to meet.

"I wanted to intervene, to show Simba there was a way to unite the prides again. But he has built a shell around his heart. And you were born and he was raising you to hate the Outsiders too. I thought the war was going to last forever. But you...you weren't like your father. You were curious, you were open-minded...and you gave Kovu a chance." There was pride in Mufasa's words. "You, Kiara, saw beyond his exterior, beyond the prejudices you were raised into, defied your instincts, and decided to be friends with the enemy."

"It was all you, Kiara. You taughe me there was still a chance to make The Pridelands the way it was before Scar's reign. I only told Rafiki what your heart already showed to me, to us. The rest, was all you."

Her heart was beating quickly. Kiara couldn't believe what she was hearing. But her grandfather's words resonated not only in the void they were talking to but in her soul.   "Never doubt on your decisions, my child." Reassured him. "You are what I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to do in my time as King. But I was naive and blinded to my brother's doing and what I was told to do. You didn't. You defied that. You were truth to yourself, as a Queen should do."

Something rumbled around them. And Kiara knew it was time.

"Grandfather...thank you." Kiara tried to bow but a warm paw stopped her. "No." And then Mufasa bowed to her. "Thank you."

And then Kiara opened her eyes. ----------------------------------------------------- Kovu was tired. He never thought fatherhood was going to be this hard. It was scary, but seeing his cubs sleeping between his paws, make it all worth it. If only he knew why was Kiara so bothered about-

*thud*

He felt someone resting on him. But he knew who it was. Looking back at his mate, he could glance a smile on Kiara's muzzle.

Everything was going to be ok...

#the lion king #illustration #fanart #tlk #tlk fanart #tlk art #kiara #kovu #mufasa #my art #pictures arts #lions

[the-blazing-light]

"Son of fire and ruin, destinied for conquest, now claims to be a savior?"

Some thoughts about Arengar that have been cooking in my head for a while, and about the importance of blood for charr in general.

Blood and family is a big theme in Arengar's story, because even though charr parents don't participate in raising their children and we're told that, to quote Bangar, "charr don't have sons", it's shown time and time again that your lineage matters quite a lot and reflects the way you're treated and seen in your legion: an entire chapter of personal story for charr being entirely dedicated to who your father is/was, despite him not participating in your upbringing, you're still the one on whose shoulders it falls, in some cases, to respond to your father's wrongdoings or even kill your father if you choose that option during one of the possible story missions. Ryland's entire conflict is trying to split away from who his parents are, to do something worthwhile himself instead of just living in the shadow of his parents' big names and achievements. And in another case, you can find a statue of charr called Ferro the Butcher in the Black Citadel, father of one of Iron's tribunes, Bhuer Goreblade, who was obsessed with the 'tainted legacy' of his flame shaman grandsire, and after Bhuer was born has volounteered to answer for the crimes of his ancestor so that Bhuer doesn't have to face the same predjudice as him. So while charr don't raise their children, lineage matters a lot to them, even going as far as generations back.

And Arengar's lineage is nothing to scoff at. Grandcub of the Blood Legion imperator, son of a respected Blood warrior who'd fought viciously and became known for her ferocity during the siege of Ebonhawke, he's had a lot to live up to since the day he was born.

He was born to become a model soldier of his legion, heavy expectations of his blood always weighing down on his shoulders. His lineage is that of duality, as while his mother's side of the family are respected, well-known Blood warriors, his father is an ex-Flame shaman, who caused quite a stir when Maja, Arengar's mother, took him into her warband, placing the trust into a shaman who'd turned his back on Flame Legion and claimed to want vengeance on his former comrades. That trust seemed to pay off, as Scorchface, a nickname he'd gotten due to the burn scarring on his head along with black markings on his muzzle, became a loyal and invaluable part of her warband and later on, her lover, resulting in Arengar being born.

So since his birth Arengar had to contend with two very conflicting legacies: that of a renowned, respected warrior, pride of her Legion and her father, the Imperator, and that of a flame shaman seen as dangerous even after proving time and time again his newfound loyalty to Maja, her warband and her legion. Notably though, his loyalties were specifically to her, not to the Blood legion. To the warband and its leader who took him in and trusted him while the rest of the legion saw him as a danger to them and a tratior.

Despite that, Arengar held a lot of pride in his blood, it is reflected even in Arengar's fighting style: being a guardian he combines the martial prowess of a warrior while wielding searing flame, his father's shaman legacy. And even despite his father's reputation, Arengar was still seen as a progidal son, someone with a lot ahead of him, someone destinied to reach great heights within Blood Legion, and his performance in the Fahrar and eagerness to become the best soldier his legion has ever seen has only cemented that. A born conqueror, one to bring glory to the Blood Legion and he intended to do just so.

That is, until an accident and a series of bad decisions led to his warband dying, Arengar being left a sole survivor, a gladium. Still young at the time, filled with ambitions that have been shattered before his eyes and dealing with the pain of losing his warband, becoming a gladium, returning to his legion as a disgraced sole survivor felt like a fate worse than death. Scared, pained and still young, Arengar couldn't find it in him to go back to his legion and face the tribunal, the progidal son of Blood Legion now being a member of the lowest caste, a gladium, the disgraced sole survivor of his warband.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #it's unfinished but eh fuckit #I've had it in my drafts for ages and idk how to finish it proper so hdjdjf good enough #charr #Arengar Hopebringer

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

In the big cat au can Ghira, Kali, and Willow "kidnap" their grandcubs.

They could tell their daughters about it or not.

Now I'm just thinking of the "Pink Panther" theme as they sneak through the sanctuary to see the cubs.

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Kali, Willow, & Ghira: (sneaking through the sanctuary in the early hours of the morning, avoiding walkway lamps, and ducking between foliage as they make their way to the rainforest and mountain exhibits)

Rainforest Exhibit

Panther!Ghira: (picks up all three cubs no problem while they're asleep)

Mountain Exhibit

SnowLeopard!Willow & Panther!Kali: (pick up one cub each)

Kali, Willow, & Ghira: (trot back to the "geriatric" exhibit made specifically for the older/retired animals with cubs in tow)

Cubs: (grinning) Shhhhh! We're going to Grandmas' and Grandpa's!

#Thanks anon! #big cat au #ghira belladonna #kali belladonna #willow schnee #snow leopard #snow leopard willow #panther ghira #panther kali #cub-napping #bumbleby #white rose #rwby crack post

[devilsrecreation]

Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed headcanons-TLG spinoff edition

Like I said, they’re both comic reliefs and advisors to Jasiri’s clan

They and the rest of the clan (or what’s left of them) have gone back to the Elephant Graveyard, although they sometimes visit the Volcano

They, for the most part, honestly haven’t changed since the events of TLK. They’re still the same hyenas we know and love, albeit they now respect the circle of life

Shenzi loves Jasiri. She reminds her of herself when she was younger, not to mention she knows both the Outlands and Janja are in good paws

Like any good parents, Shenzi and Banzai have become really protective of Janja since they haven’t seen him since he was a cub. They took Jasiri aside and were like “If you break our baby’s heart, we’ll break your spine”

Ed continues to surprise everybody except Shenzi and Banzai in one way or another. Like he can be shown understanding Neema or Nyeusi’s noises

The three are very doting to not only Janja and Cheezi, but to the entire hyena clan too. They especially love Wema and Tunu. They think the twins are the cutest things they’ve ever seen

The three sometimes embarrass Janja by telling Jasiri and the other Outlanders childhood stories. Jasiri thinks it’s hilarious, Janja does not

Shenzi and Reirei have a really really petty rivalry. Reirei’s always trying to one-up Shenzi and Shenzi just keeps wearing her down, which pisses her off even more. Shenzi does a little trolling

Goigoi doesn’t really have an issue with Banzai. He’s kinda scared of him, actually

Shenzi is constantly asking for grandcubs and every time Janja responds with a “Moooooom!”

They are FILLED with stories to tell. Ask them about anything and they’ll have a story about it

The entire clan are BEASTS at fighting. They’re not just retired hunters or whatever they’ll still kick your ass. Badass grandparents right there

#yeah i didn’t forget about shenzi’s clan #at all #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

[unreadpoppy]

Anyways, here are my favorite bears

These are not all species of bears, just my faves. Also, no order cause I can't brink myself to rank these babies. Under the cut cause longpost

Beggining with a lesser known one, the only bear species that exists in south america is the Spectecled Bear (also known as the Andean Bear)

They have this name because of the white/cream markings on their face that can somewhat resemble glasses! As I said before, they're the only south american species of bear and is the last short faced bear alive, and most are found in the Andes. I like them because look at that cute little face and also latino solidarity. Fun fact, Paddington is a specteled bear considering he is from Peru.

Now moving on. She is beauty, she is grace, she is the largest species of bear AND the largest land predator, she is the Polar Bear

Few fun facts. Polar Bear's scientific name is Ursus maritmus (which would very roughly translate to sea bear) bc of how much time they spend swimming (which also means they are grear swimmers!). They are the most carnivorous of the bears, and imo, they will eat anything that is made of meat. The reason you see so many pictures of mother bears hugging their cubs is because of the cold. Althought, when they are old, their fur is great to protect from the harsh weahter, when they are young they are still vulnerable to it, so mama bears hugs her cubs to keep them warm. Oh and another thing, I discovered that bears can do this thing where they'll find a hole in the ice where seals come up to breath and they just...sit there and wait for it to happen (and they can wait for a LONG time). I love how cute they are when they're young and how fierce they are as adults, and honestly, look at their faces, I love them a lot.

Next, we're back in the american continent, this time with the American Black Bear

The american black bear has a lot of subspecies, which are mostly different colors than their signature black fur, they are omnivorous (and they will eat anything, like i've seen videos of them eating crabs and moths), and also, they are really good climbers! They are mostly found in North America, and they are a bit more chill, like if you ever encounter a black bear, you can scare it away by making yourself look big and making loud noises. They don't have the shoulder hump that brown bears have, and their ears are more prominent (which makes them so freaking cute.) Also, there has been black bears who have made their dens inside of trees, which i think is cool .

Lastly, this might be cheating, but it's a subspecies of the black bear, which is the Kermode Bear

Mostly found in British Columbia, the kermode bear is also known as the spirit bear or the ghost bear, due to their white fur (important to note that they do not have albinism, look at their noses and eyes). The gene that makes them white is a recessive gene, so they are very rare. It's believed that they might be more succesful when hunting fish bc of their fur color, which could make the fish believe that they are a cloud. I love how different they are, how rare they are, and how beautiful they look, especially in contrast with the green around them.

As an honourable mention, I'll talke not about a species but an individual bear known was Grizzly 399.

(she's the mother in case you couldn't tell). She and her cubs can be found in the Yellowstone National Park, and she's the most famous brown bear in the world. She is famous for how many cubs she has had and raised (22 cubs and grandcubs) and she lives in proximity to humans (some believe that the reason she does that is to avoid the male bears when she has cubs). Also she has learned and taught her progeny how to avoid getting hit by cars, and she's a very old bear. (having 27/28 years, which trust me, for bears is a lot and she's still having cubs!). There have been hunters who claimed to have killed Grizzly 399 but they were all lies as she is very alive and well with her cubs. Also, forgot to mention, the reaosn she has had so many cubs is because while most bears give birth to 1 or 2 cubs, 399 often births twins and triplets, and she has had quadruplets which is very rare for most bears (and she raised them succesfully, which is even more impressive).

Anyways, these are my favorite bears.

#most info is from wikipedia and videos from national geographic bbc and others #pictures are from the internet #bears #longpost #polar bear #american black bear #kermode bear #grizzly 399 #spectecled bear #in julie andrews voice *these are a few of my favorite bears

[justanothersterekficgirl]

A Story To Tell The Grandcubs by agoldenblackbird (mass_hipgnosis)  

 Explicit | 3k | 2/2

Stiles asks the stranger standing next to him at the bar for help avoiding his creepy ex boyfriend. 

#Sterek #sterek fics #sterek au #eternal sterek #ao3 sterek #derek x stiles #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #derek hale #stiles stilinski #alivelaurahale #fakerelationship #JASFGrecs #Toberead #sterek<10k

[fnafsbheadcanon]

original Freddy being a stubborn father and Glamrock Freddy being the optimistic cheerful son is funny. Bonus if original Freddy is sweet and kind to Gregory( his grandcubs)

Grandparents in nutshell: Stubborn to their own children but adore their grandbabies

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headconons #fnaf gregory #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf ruin #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons

[feliniakattus]

Character Card: Sandgrouse

my pookie

Name: Sandgrouse

Role: Legionaire of the Coalition

Family: Syringa, Clover, Nutmeg (cubs), Aphid (partner), Cinnamon, Vera, Motopi, Marula, Jackal (grandcubs)

Description: A pale brown and cream molly with blue eyes. She has medium-length tortoiseshell tabby fur. She has some spots but is mostly a mackerel tabby. She has a minimal amount of white. She wears a translucent red fabric on her neck and a red bag. She wears an acorn pendant around her neck. She has braided grass on her tail. She has a plant on her tail.

Age: 9 cycles, or 45 human years at time of disappearance

Orientation/Gender: bisexual, cis female (she/her)

Personality: Flaky, Tired, Relaxed

#xenofiction #original work #worldbuilding #fantasy world #fantasy writing #xenomoggy #my art #xenomog #original art #character card #felinia: Sandgrouse

[commanderhorncleaver]

3, 5, 11, and 13 for the old man. (5 for the bastard old man if you're feeling up to it)

Ask Game

Gaius

3.Are they an outsider? Do they feel like one?

At this point in his life, Gaius is sort of over this--but specifically in regards to his life as commander and a soldier of Iron Legion, yes, he's very much an outsider, and even now that he is not commander and he is more active as a Centurion again.

During IBS (and after, when he ran for Imperator of Iron) it became increasingly notable for him that he was no longer a member of what he'd devoted a lot of his life to--and also that he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of that. He's gone to great lengths to remedy some of the problems--reducing his time away, being more active as a Centurion. Opening Horn Gladium Outreach.

All of that aside, though, he's still regarded as something removed from the rest. He's well-regarded, yes, but he's still different.

5. How do they feel about their family? Chosen and/or biological?

Gaius has a complex relationship to his family, perhaps largely due to the natural happenings of charr family groups, but then also the unique circumstances he's experienced. It's pretty well known that he's sired a lot of cubs, but he doesn't actively go out of his way to be involved with most of them--at the same time, he does keep up with most of them, and he's generally proud of all of them. With his turn for becoming more (knowingly) paternal, he's found that he actually greatly enjoys parenthood. He loves his siblings Lucasta and Silas. Most of his conflict comes from his sire, and the siblings or cubs who are likewise very, erm, antagonistic. Oryen is the most prominent example, of course, but he simply doesn't know how to engage the issue. It's not that he can't kill his sire, but he struggles coming to terms with the desire to do so-- it's a dislike so intense, that often he just acknowledge any of his thoughts about him.

Until Oryen's in his face again.

11. Obligation or initiative, why do they do what they do? Is there something/someone specific that motivates them? (bonus: has their motivation changed over the years?)

Obligation and initiative are equally strong motivations for Gaius. For a long time, it was internal motivation that made him strive to work and improve and lead and be strong. By the time LWS4 comes and moves through IBS and into EoD, it's much more obligation.

Gaius hits a point of disdain towards what it means to be a legion charr that he doesn't quite recover from as much as he finds new meaning and cause to keep doing what he does: he wants those who come after him to enjoy a more bountiful and opportunistic life. He wants the Legions to experience what they can be outside of war.

It'd be an understatement of the century to say this is different from what it was before--his entire life prior to Personal Story was spent trying to be the Iron guy.

When his outlook of obligation to the charr returns to initiative and a desire to make things better, it's also a turn back from his low point of "nobody else cares enough, it's pointless" into "we have to improve, so I'm going to take those steps to try."

13. Is there anyone they'd like to be closer to than they are?

I noted before that Gaius adores his siblings Lucasta and Silas, and I think above all, they're who he wants to be closest to. He struggles with connecting with them for so many reasons: age, traumas, general neurodivergent tendencies. Lucasta in particular is someone he's tried to support a lot, and he feels he's failed in a lot of ways, but he hopes just being there helps when he can't do anything else.

Oryen

5. How do they feel about their family? Chosen and/or biological?

Like his beloved son, Oryen has a complex view of his family, and has no chosen family. In his specific case, his cubs--his brood, per se-- are an extension of him. They're all his, and their deeds are a reflection of him. This also extends to his grandcubs. He views Gaius and Lucasta and Silas and any others who've left his direct purview as "wayward" but within arm's reach. He allows them their independence, because that's the point of his experiment: what will they do now? He's overall intrigued by it all, even if by what he lets on, he's unimpressed at the best of times and actively disappointed at worst.

But they're his, no matter what.

#horncleaver asks #gaius horncleaver #oryen crimsondew

[the-world-of-ignavus]

Moggi of the Storm (Embers) - Lieutenant Mottledstrike

Name: Mottledstrike

Other Names: Splotch (cub), Mottle (cub, cadet)

Meaning: Many Colors (Mottled-), Fierce (-strike)

Age: 4 moonspans and 5 moons | 4 years and 5 months

Identity: FtM Tom - He/Him

Orientation: Homosexual | Hierarchical Polyamorous

Rank: Lieutenant

Former Rank(s): Hunt General

A medium furred and thick coated cherry and white tom with yellow eyes and cherry toes. His spotting is a bit more uniform than one would expect; mirrored on either side of his flanks. He has white bands around his ankles and, unlike most of his faction, is mostly clear of scars. He often jokes he has the greatest healing factor in the Stormborn though his sister insists that it’s because of his thick fur and ‘harmless’ appearance making other legions mistake him for a baby bird. Mottledstrike is fairly average sized for his faction; with a slender-frame hidden beneath a wall of fur and quills.

Twin to Speckledholly, Mottledstrike was born to his parents Marestrike and Bullsnakestrike as the sickly runt of their litter as merely ‘Mottle’. Everyone there agrees that he had no real illness - not a cold or serious cough - but rather, he was simply very weak. He had trouble breathing for the entire first moon of his life, and was always a little off-kilter for a few moons after. It resulted in his promotion being delayed by one moon until Silverdream would give the sign-off that he could be safely trained.

Assigned to train under Kodiaktail, Mottle hit the ground running in a furious attempt to catch up with his prodigy of a sister. Though they were close and Speckle never gloated or boasted, he felt like he was always pushing himself to keep up with her natural talent. He struggled with managing his jealousy towards his for the first couple moons of training and though she doesn't blame him, Mottledstrike occasionally looks back at his younger self with embarrassed annoyance.

A solo-patrol on the far side of Stormborn territory one dawn would change his life when he runs into a young mother trying to defend her cub against incredibly persistent bandits. Though eventually the criminals had been warded off, the damage had been done and Mottledstrike found himself returning to the Storm-Barracks with a 3 moon old cub while insisting someone retrieve the mother's body. It's no wonder that little Coyote refuses to leave his side for the first moon of her new life, frightened and missing her mother terribly.

He was so incredibly proud when she decided she wanted to stay and be trained as a legionary, eventually taking after him and becoming a hunter. Though she wasn't his cadet, he made sure to bring her on a tour of the territory and show her the place where he buried her mother. He hopes that wherever nomads go in the afterlife, Tern is happy with how he raised her daughter.

Mottledstrike had begun to form a budding romance with Saberslash, the older tom seemingly impressed by his command on a battlefield and his power. Though Aspenwind teases him, he also strongly encourages his interest in the russet tom; insisting that 'branching out' will further teach him what he does and doesn't like.

Mottledstrike is an easily embarrassed and hardworking moggi who respects the work anyone puts in. He tries to strike that balance between being a stern lieutenant and stopping others from following in His Storm's pawsteps. He was promoted for his empathy, and he tries to ensure that he never loses it.

Drillmaster(s): Kodiaktail

Cadet(s): Chikadeechitter, Flycatcher

Parents: Marestrike (mother|deceased), Bullsnakestrike (father|deceased)

Sweetparent(s): N/A

Auncle(s): N/A

Sibling(s): Speckledholly (twin sister), Garterpounce (sister|deceased)

Nephling(s): N/A

Cousin(s): N/A

Mate(s): Aspenwind (primary)

Crush(es): Saberslash

OoC Friends: N/A

Cub(s): Coyote (daughter)

Grandcub(s): N/A

Other Notes:

Coyote asked Mottledstrike to formally adopt her under the eyes of Sweetsoul almost immediately after being assigned. Mottledstrike cried

For a very brief period he was known as Splotch (to go along with Speckle) before declaring that he was a tom - Marestrike obligingly changed his name to what he would've been called

He's younger than Asterdawn, but he frets over her constantly. He grew up with one bad thing after another happening to them and now, there are very few he trusts with her safety

#ignavus the greenwood empire #xenomoggy #ignavus moggi of the storm #ignavus stormborn lieutenants #ignavus embers profiles #ignavus mottledstrike

[sassyversecomics]

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A reward that my Patreon subscribers voted on (sort of).

They wanted my versions of Simba and Nala with their grandcubs, but I needed to get this image out before that or else this reward would have been void XD

This is my version of Simba and Nala as they are in the LWT universe.  ----------------------------------------------------------- Both of their designs were with Kion and Kiara in mind. While Kion is still brighter than Simba, he takes after Simba the most look wise. However, the direction of his mane comes from Nala with her slight backwards hair tuft.  I also redid Simba's bangs because this is my universe and I do what I want. Shame that I literally killed him in canon because of his bangs but oh well XD -------- Nala also has a spotted nose in my AU as well, as her family distantly descends from the Mapara pride. It's also to answer the question of "How does Kion not notice Shani's nose?".  Kion is a himbo in my universe, but he's not that stupid to not notice such an obvious deviant of genetics. He doesn't notice simply because Nala and Kiara have the spotted nose.

It surely just skipped a generation, right? Riiiiiiggghhtt? -------------------------------------------------------------

#disney #the lion king #lies we tell #simba #nala #sassyart