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its-a-beautful-day · 9 months
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More caterpillars inspired by @worcestershirecheshirecat!!
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dvcky-duck · 10 months
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woah lineart :0 also some other stuff I thought was fun idk
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catfindr · 1 year
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colorsoutofearth · 2 months
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Pale tussock moth caterpillar (Calliteara pudibunda)
Photos by Guy Edwardes
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frennec-fox · 7 months
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Fuzzy friend foraging the fields 🐛
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mommycoconut · 3 months
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Wally over here looking like a fabulous caterpillar
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beamer7thepoko · 10 months
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Fuzzy wuzzy wuzzy caterpillars
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For what is available to send that are good ones for thos post that Tumblr has.
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idkkkkkkkk012 · 7 months
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plaguedgoddess · 9 months
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soosoosoup · 1 month
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Fluffy rearing
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its-a-beautful-day · 9 months
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I absolutely fell in love with this photo by @worcestershirecheshirecat
I really wanted to play around with new brushes and have fun with the creation of the piece, in doing so it turned out wonderfully and I now have new tools to use in the future!
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dylanmadeleyauthor · 1 year
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This road that ran east to west across the realm was spacious and well maintained. Traders like Artem appreciated it, but the main purpose was to allow an army of defenders to cross from the Frontier to the far west, if necessary, with as few bottlenecks as possible.
The earliest part of [Galyna’s] journey was a winding descent. As the incline became more gradual, the road straightened out, and she began to feel like she and Cezar were covering more ground in less time.
Immediately to the east of her home village Nimmlisok were a string of increasingly deserted settlements. These fields had been cultivated for many generations, but many were being retaken by wild overgrowth for lack of hands to work them.
She passed some homes, exchanging waves with distant people, for she hoped to get farther on her first day. As the sun dropped further in the sky and the most recent people she had encountered were now far behind, she wondered if she had made a terrible mistake.
Squinting down the road in the falling dusk, she saw a tree and a trough which looked vaguely familiar.
Once she was closer, she remembered this place from a visit in her youth: Dyeryevina Madi. While she didn’t know if anyone lived here anymore, this was somewhere to let Cezar eat, drink, and rest. She was on the edge of a field; a structure of some sort lay on the other side…
Galyna climbed out of the saddle and examined the trough. It held water which looked clean; she thought it might be collected rain.
“Well, Cezar, you be the judge,” she said as she led him to the trough.
“Greetings!” A figure in the nearest field approached with a wave.
“Oh!” Galyna was startled but quickly waved back, her hope rewarded.
“I refresh that trough every day; I’m happy someone came by who needed it,” said the stranger who continued to approach.
“It’s great to see that someone still lives here,” Galyna said warmly.
The person squinted. “That’s a familiar voice, though I remember it sounding much younger. Galyna?”
It took them a moment to recognize each other, for each had been many years younger when they were first acquainted. Lucyna’s face had been difficult to make out this close to dusk, especially when shaded by the dark headscarf of a widow.
They embraced, then let go so they could get a better look at each other.
“I must assume you were about to ask me for a place to stay the night. I’ll hear no word to the contrary; it’s getting dark,” Lucyna insisted. “Let me have a look at that massive horse of yours before I show you where he can sleep.”
“Oh, thank you,” Galyna said no more and let her host lead the way.
They moved to the tree. This having felt like a long day, Galyna was about to lean on the tree, but the old friend of the family immediately warned her against it. Galyna turned and saw why.
Right where she had almost rested her hand, an impressively large caterpillar steadily rippled up the trunk. Long rosy bristles intermittently stuck out from bushy pale fuzz. One could not immediately tell the head from the bottom without reasonably assuming the creature was moving forward.
“Dirty little thing. I could get rid of it for you if there’s a stick laying about,” Lucyna offered. “Your palm would have swollen to the girth of an apple.”
“Thank you, but we should leave it be. I know that kind. One day it’ll have such lovely wings.”
“That it will, I suppose.”
The creature rippled further up the tree and out of sight.
“Well, that’s a lovely beast,” Lucyna took stock of the impressive draft horse.
“Do you live by yourself now, Lucyna?” Her guest asked.
“My husband died some years back, and when each of my children grew and married, they chose to move in with the other families.”
“And none of them offered for you to move in with them?” Galyna looked doubtful.
Lucyna smiled with conviction as her eyes swept from the horse to her guest.
“Dear, they absolutely did, and I refused.”
The young lady’s eyes were wide with concern.
“Don’t you get lonely? Do you never need help?”
Lucyna cast a circumspect gesture before she continued. “This land has belonged to my family for generations, and the roots of my soul must be nearly as deep into this earth as those of the trees. I will not be moved from it. Others come by for a visit every so often, like you. They can move here if they like, and if they don’t mind what it would take to expand the living space; but I can work and forage well enough on my own. In any case, one day they can lay me into the ground next to my husband and let the forest reclaim all the land we’ve borrowed from it.”
Galyna was reminded of Baba, who apparently wasn’t one of a kind. Both elders understood what mattered most to them, protecting it to the bitter end; neither greatly cared if others understood.
“Ah. As long as this is your wish.” She glanced at Cezar.
“But how is your village? Your family?” Lucyna asked.
“Nimmlisok has combined into fewer but larger households now; the land bears more for us when we work it together, and it’s easier looking after each other under fewer roofs. Still, we’re hardly better off than any other village I know about.”
Lucyna smiled, pleased to hear that old friends were surviving.
“And where might you be off to with your cart if you don’t mind my asking? Hoping to trade with the townsfolk?”
Galyna looked back at her host. “Actually, I must meet with Duke Jarek.”
Lucyna’s smile withered; her brow furrowed, and her lips briefly pursed with thought.
“Why must you? And why now?”
“Because the border with Duke Lenn’s province is closed by soldiers who will not let neighbours through, let alone traders. Duke Jarek’s commanders have taken so much from us over the years, and now we couldn’t even go to beg on the street of a prosperous place if we needed to. And if this carries on too much longer, I fear that’s what we’ll eventually be reduced to.”
“It’s gotten that bad after all. I wish I were surprised.” Lucyna glanced toward the tree as she considered this. “So, you all drew straws, and you had poor luck, young lady?”
Galyna shook her head. “I insisted. I wouldn’t have anyone else go in my stead.”
Upon hearing those words, Lucyna looked into the young woman’s hazel eyes.
“Ah. As long as this is your wish,” she said.
Galyna let out a bitter chuckle at the too-familiar words. “Have we both chosen a fate?”
“I doubt you have; Duke Jarek will not harm a hair on your head nor, I suspect, will he allow anyone else to do so. Just don’t be surprised if you ride all that way to find he’s as helpful as a dry riverbed in a drought,” Lucyna said.
Before the guest could respond, her host added: “I appreciate a good conversation, but it’s getting terribly dark. Let’s find that horse and cart a good spot, and I’ll freshen up a space for you.”
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marlaniamagdalene · 2 years
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made some new friends today!
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onenicebugperday · 1 year
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Epistrophus white morpho butterfly, Morpho epistrophus, Nymphalidae
Found in eastern South America
Photo 1 by ulisesbalza, 2 by jjbonannod, 3 by deboas, 4 by vinicius_s_domingues, 5 by gabrielamsouza, 6 by fredericosonntag, 7 by sitiocandeias, 8 by laura-_-, and 9-10 by calydna
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kabutoden · 1 month
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I'm just now starting to get into homestuck (I'm just starting act 4) and.. I like your bugs.. I have a question about olive bloods
If Nepeta is a caterpillar and Meulin is based on a luna moth, are all olive bloods resemblant of moth species, or are they also resemblant of butterfly species?
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Honestly, I’ve drawn a few fantrolls at this point. Having looked at the CANNON olive caste, none of them really feel fragile, pretty or precious enough to be butterflies, they all got a chunky down-to-earthness that I think suits moths more, especially with their earthy colors and troll’s nocturnal lifestyle. My species choices has a big thing to do with themes and vibes, so if the vibes suit a guy you got go for it B] Because a lot of bug species I like aren’t included in the original 12 designs I made, there’s room within a caste for more than one bug species. Think about it this way: All moths are green bloods, but not all green bloods are moths. Maybe there’s a grasshopper or junebug greenblood out there!
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textless · 8 months
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