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drhoz · 1 year
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#1888 - Alucita phricodes
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Photo by Katherine Owens, on a Lilly Pilly plant in SE Brisbane.
One of the Many-plumed Moths, or Alucitidae. In these moths the wing-veins, fringed with stiff hair-like scales, serve in the place of the normal wings of other moths and butterflies. I’m not sure why they’re called ‘phricodes’, since the only definition I’ve found is an obsolete medical term for a terrible fever with hallucinations, but ‘Fever-dream Moth’ is actually pretty apt.
The red caterpillars feed on the flowers and flower buds of the Bower Vine (Pandorea jasminoides), and Wonga Wonga Vine (Pandorea pandorana), in the Bignoniaceae, and the moth has been reported from Queensland, New South Wales, the Australian Capital Territory, and Victoria.
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Ask and ye shall receive! Double update today because that last part was so short and Vox'less.
He's so melodramatic. Vox and Alastor have their pity party tantrums in common for suuuuure.
More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]
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More Than Anything Part 2.5 VOX POV [Vox x Reader]
To say Vox was furious would be an understatement. Much like you, his emotions ran HIGH. And dear god were they going haywire after he came to.
When Valentino finally came into his room after hearing so much crashing and screaming all the way from the large break room exclusively made for the Vee's, the bedroom was a wreck. Broken screens and miscellaneous things were thrown everywhere. Vox had even tossed a lamp through one of the large wall windows that overlooked the city. Valentino peered curiously down to see a crowd taking pictures of some poor sinner who had been squashed by the offending piece of furniture.
Vox was trembling with anger and heartache as Valentino looked over him with an unreadable expression. A sadistic part of Valentino was actually enjoying Vox's suffering. The moth still wasn't quite over Vox bringing their on-and-off situationship to an official end. Valentino didn't see what the big deal about you was and it annoyed him that Vox was "pursuing something real" as if he wasn't enough. It wasn't his fault Vox was so damn petty!
Valentino still liked to hope that maybe your relationship would end and things could go back to how they were before, but without Vox bitching about Valentino fucking Angel as much. That being said, he also knew he should probably get Vox calm before he caused any more of a scene that could be noticed by the public.
He opened his mouth to say something, only to snap it shut with an unimpressed frown as Vox screamed in rage and tried to flip the bed. He was such a man-child sometimes.
"THAT O̷̡̧̅͆L̷̻̒̇D̸̞̆-̶̲̓Ţ̵̧́̽I̷̝͐̈M̵͉̀̈E̸̩̗̿Y̸̜̪̑͐ NO GOOD SON OF A F̸̄ͅU̵̲͒C̴͓͠Ḵ̷̇I̸̤͉͑̅Ṅ̶͚͊G̸̣̅ ̷͔͋̄B̴͖̍̚Î̵̖T̸͕̆Ċ̴̪Ḧ̷̖́, "He growled. "Why couldn't Alastor just keep his stupid tinny voice s̴̤̿͒h̴̳̔́ͅǔ̷͙̣t̷̩͍́́?̶̰̐!̶̳̟́"
Valentino rolled his eyes, pulling out his lighter and blowing out a plume of smoke. He knew it didn't actually work on Vox, but it helped calm his own nerves. "Oh, come now cabrón. You act like you didn't do this to yourself."
"Oh go choke to double death on a horse cock," Vox spat as his claws ripped into something else. The last thing he needed was Valentino rubbing salt in the wound. Vox knew this was his fault. He knew he'd fucked up and crossed a line. But it was easier to blame Alastor for spilling the secret. It was easier to blame him, rather than look at the cold hard truth that in his attempts to protect you, he may have lost you for good.
He'd called you twenty times and had sent so many texts that the security system he'd installed on your phone flagged him as spam. Needless to say, he hacked into they system and tore the firewalls he'd designed to shreds. The only thing that kept him from rebooting for the fifth time in the past hour was the distant feeling of your soul. He felt where you were and felt that you were safe. But he could also feel your pain. The soul bound by his own could feel the way it tore itself into pieces as you burned through the angst that he'd caused.
"Don't get snippy with me," Valentino scoffed. He crossed the room and used his pipe to lift Vox's face. Vox smacked the damn thing away from him with a snarl, and Valentino simply blew a puff of smoke against his screen. "It's not my fault that your little cunt of a plaything is so sensitive. You're the one who asked for this, baby."
Vox flinched hard as Valentino's hands trailed down his chest. His heart rate picked up for another reason as the pink haze swirled between them. Sometimes the way Valentino manipulated him every which way so easily made Vox wonder if he truly was immune to the aphrodisiac of Valentino's spells.
"Isn't it about time you forget that little bitch and come crawling back?" Valentino purred, his nails scratching down Vox's chest and drawing blood. He lowered his face to the side of Vox's head and smirked. "Come back to me, luciérnaga~"
Vox gasped, his arms shooting out and shoving Valentino away from him. Valentino squawked in outrage as Vox felt an unpleasant hum of anxious energy thrumming through his veins. He felt a panic attack approaching rapidly and retreated into one of the broken cameras that still had an electrical charge. He reappeared in his monitor room and fell to his knees. He lurched as he fought the urge to vomit and grit his teeth as dead pixels filled his screen through the painful glitches.
Everything was too much. It was too damn much.
You. Valentino. Alastor. His own damn hubris. It was too much. He sent out a fresh wave of desperate pleas to your phone's inbox as he spiraled into self-doubt and loathing. He needed you back. You were the one that showed him a brighter life. One that wasn't bound to the poisonous desire of Valentino. A life where he felt seen for who he really was. You didn't see him as a figurehead of evil intent and merciless charisma like everyone else. You didn't see his power, you knew his weakness. And you showed him that he could be loved for it, not just in spite of it.
The week passes by in a blur. Valentino didn't mention the way Vox rejected him and both of the Vee's tried to force Vox to get his shit together. They even held him down and locked him in a room without cameras when he tried to leave the tower to go after you. The image of the trio was too precious for either Vee to let him destroy it in an emotional rampage.
They'd given him a shit old phone to keep obsessively trying to get ahold of you through, but besides that, he was practically a prisoner to his own fuck ups.
"I̵̥͗'̴͇͈̏͗ṃ̵͎̇͠ ̷̘̐͝s̸̖̈̽ȏ̷̼̞r̴̛̯̈ȑ̸̩͘ỹ̷̪," Vox sobbed as he held the phone to his head in a broken prayer. His voice and screen hadn't been clear for the past day. He was at his wit's end and wondered how he ever thought hell was hell before now. This was the suffering all the dumbasses back on earth expected for the forsaken. Hell before now was a piece of cake compared to what he felt now.
He was alone and sinking further into his own despair. And the only thing that'd be able to pull him out was you.
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vivipokedex · 4 months
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I just discovered this blog and wow its really well done everything is super cool! I do wanna ask though, what was the thought process/inspiration for making the Gardevoir line insects? I like them but they're more far removed from the original Pokemon than you usually go so I was curious.
honestly for many of my interpretation of pokemon its based on an association i already had in my head, in which i see an existing creature or object and think of that pokemon. for example, when i see a white borzoi or afghan hound, i think, ohh, reshiram... when i see a small fuzzy dog whose eyes you cant see, i think, heehee, deino! of course, not all of them can be applied in this way (when i see a klm boeing 747, i think, ohh, thats latios!). and this makes it sound like i think about pokemon a lot--well, i do!
but in this case, when i see a green mantis, i think, oh, that's gardevoir. theyve simply always been somewhat mantis shaped in my mind, with some bird elements, especially owls, and white plume moths. the fun nature of insects is that theyve got all sorts of stuff going on. fur, plumes, hair, scale-like segments, appendages that imitate plants and other animals. you can really go crazy with them. which seems appropriate, since supposedly the whole idea of pokemon first originated from satoshi tajiri's interest in bugs.
thanks you for this question and im glad youre enjoying the art ^_^
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fly-sky-high-arts · 2 months
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I know you probably have a ton of requests already, but I thought of this and I thought I’d be interesting. How about an angelic butterfly/moth? And I’m not talking “fluffy wing halo uwu” angelic; I’m talking biblically accurate angels here. Look one up if you need a reference; they’re pretty freaky-looking. They have SO many eyes, you don’t even know.
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Brazen Watcher
Automated Soul Totem that lingers in the air near the holy grounds. Bug made idol that watches and serves its creators who wish to keep their strong order in check.
Hard to escape its eye's detectors and watchful but graceful float. It meets intruders with bell rings that alerts the keepers of the order. The echoes of the bell can stun intruders as well.
In combat, keepers are known to strike it to replenish soul and prepare more spells for combat.
(shape vaguely based off of a plume moth)
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If interested in adopting it for 10$ (or more), please contact me via DM! If there is no response in the next three days, I will set it up on ko-fi for adoption.
Now, I also want to explain why I took a slightly different direction with the design:
I remembered awhile back seeing a post explaining why the term "biblically accurate angel" is an issue with the description that is also in this ask
I found several posts when googling and I think it was this one that I remember seeing around (but I also found this reddit post and this other tumblr post)
Given I have never read any religious book in my life and that I am not too familiar with angels in general outside of pop culture references, I figured just making the design religious-esque would be enough and not go too crazy with what seems to be not-angel (but messengers?) horror like descriptions of them
Despite this, I appreciate the ask! It was a fun design~ (also a note for the asker: I do have the axolotl+psychedelic ask still in the inbox but unfortunately I didn't had any good ideas for it yet outside of one concept but if I will see if I'll go back to it. I hope this is alright for now!)
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cupid-calico · 5 months
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critter log #3:
morning glory plume moth (aka T moth)
scientific name: emmelina monodactyla
today’s find was very odd, i have never seen these moths before! plume moths keep their wings tightly rolled up while they’re at rest (as seen in the photo above), but spread them to look like fluffy plumes when they’re ready for flight. as you may have assumed, their flight is pretty weak. these moths can be found resting near lights, as many other moths are! plume moth caterpillars feed on plants such as flowers and leaves. because of this, they can become pests. these moths are commonly found throughout north america and europe!
source of information:
missouri department of conservation
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THE COMPETITORS
After hours of filtering, I have a list! From 411 submisstions to 134 competitors. Of course, that means that not all the submissions are competing. My main rule for filtering was that when many similar animals were submitted, one was selected. This means that even if your submission din't get in, there is likely somthing else similar you can vote for instead! I'm hoping to get the polls out this Saturday or Sunday, and I'll post the time once it's decided. That being said... here's the list!
Mouse deer
Blanket octopus
Twenty plume moth
Anomalocaris
Caecilian
Bagworm moth caterpillars
Balaenognathus
Banded archerfish
Barnacle
Barreleye fish
Tripod fish
Bigfin squid
Bilby
Black sea hare
Black snub nosed monkey
Blobfish
Blue sea dragon 
Nano-chameleon
Bush brown caterpillar
Chinese water deer
Maned wolf
Colugo
Common spotted cuscus
Corpse Assassin Bug
Messmate pipefish
Cotylorhynchus
creatonotos gangis
Tongue eating louse
Ganges river dolphin 
ghost pipefish
Giant Anteater
Giant gippsland earthworm
Giant tube worm
Giraffe Weevil
Glowworms
Goblin shark
Golden mole
Green-banded broodsac
Greenland shark
Gum leaf skeletonizer caterpillars
Hagfish
Hallucigenia
Hammer head bat
Helicoprion
Honduran white bat
Short horned lizard
Green hydra
Jerboa
Jerusalem cricket
Lamprey
Largetooth sawfish
Bulwer’s pheasant
Lowland Streaked Tenrec
Lyrebird
Marbled polecat
Mata mata
Mexican mole lizard
Ghost faced bat
Mudskipper
Muntjac
Naked bulldog bat
Naked mole rat
Phillipene tube nosed fruit bat
Oarfish 
Mantis shrimp
Ogre faced spider
Okapi
platypus
Pangolin
Parrot fish
Partridge bug
Pelican eel
Asian giant softshell turtle
Pink fairy armadillo
Pipa pipa
Platybelodon
Portuguese Man O War
Potoos
Predatory tunicate
Pufferfish
Sea spider
Red lipped batfish
Bowmouth guitarfish
Roseate spoonbill
Pink iguana
Royal albatross
Sage grouse
Saiga antelope
Sailfin dragon
Volcano snail
Schaefer’s anglerfish
Sea cucumber
Sea pig
Sea sheep
Sharovipteryx
Echidna
Assassin spider
Spider tailed viper
Siphonophore
Solenodon
Spectral bat
Spix’s disc winged bat
Spotted wobbegong
Stalk-eyed fly
Stoplight loosejaw
Giant phantom jelly
Sunfish
Sword billed hummingbird
Tailless whip scorpion 
Tapir 
Tardigrade
Tarsier
Telescopefish
Woodcock
Aye-aye
Bobbit worm
Nautilus
Glass frog
Immortal jellyfish
Olm
Mirror spider
Trilobite Beetle
Trumpetfish
Vampire bat
Vampire squid
Velvetworm
Wonderfish
Wrinkle-faced bat
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jupiterswasphouse · 5 months
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jade! i dont follow many bug blogs yet, but ive found the strangest little guy in my house with no idea what they are. i figured you might be the best person to ask (if you dont mind!)
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my partner and i were thinking he might be some sort of stick but, but arent sure. size wise, theyd sit nicely on top of a quarter.
they can also fly
Oh! This looks like a kind of plume moth to me! Amazingly strange little guys, which I've also encountered before (the one in the linked post is pure white but they can be closer to brown as well!)
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mielmoto · 3 months
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Wing Anatomy, Texture, and Appearance
( a.k.a. "what has bird been overthinking to the umpteenth degree for the last two weeks", and "why do i keep seeing words like 'chitin,' 'lamellar,' or 'lamina', etc." )
To say that fey are portrayed with diverse anatomical properties is the understatement of a millennium; as helpfully highlighted by the recently-trending 'fairy alignment chart'. Many fairies aren't portrayed with wings at all– but it's fair to say that, perhaps, the 'typical' fairy which comes to many people's mind does have wings, and those wings are usually insect-like in nature; reminiscent of dragonflies, butterflies & moths*, etc. And while this holds true in some of Honey's verses / iterations, eagle-eyed viewers have likely noticed it's not exactly true of her portrayed full-fey form.
*both belonging to the family lepidoptera. noted for further use of the word 'lepidopteric,' referring to this family of creatures.
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At a glance, the silhouette of her wings evokes something more bird-like, feathery in texture— or, indeed, leaning more divine, with the placement and structure evoking classical depictions of seraphim / nephilim. This is not incidental, but it's also not quite accurate either; so here I am to shed a little bit more light on ( and through ) the ethereal fibers on this fairy.
Rather than vaned feathers with barbs, as most birds have, the individual 'plumes' of Honey's wings are a rather elongated version of the lamellar-type scales which give lepidopteric wings their color; covering a thin chitinous** under-structure which gives the wings their basic shape. In the model below, the closest shape / gradient comparison for Honey's lamina*** are the scales modeled in G / G' / G", next to J. attiles— though her color scheme skews more toward pink, purple, and golden hues than true blues.
Where many of these lamella overlap, the wings are mostly opaque, but by-and-large: her wings are translucent, with a slight iridescence to them, both allowing light through and reflecting it back.
**chitin being the keratin-like fiber which makes up the hard outer carapaces of many insect or crustacean bodies, but also the tissue-paper-thin kite of moth & butterfly wings. neat! ***'lamina' referring to: "a thin layer, plate, or scale of sedimentary rock, organic tissue, or other material." in this case: a blanket term for the layer of scales / 'plumes' which cover the wings.
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The skin of her fey form generally has a silkier texture like that of a butterfly's wing, as well, and is decorated in patches of scales / chitin, especially around the joints: shoulders + shoulderblades, knees, ankles, neck & spine. Her shoulders and collarbone also flare off along the bone lines with what look like mini wings or otherwise curly tufts; these are more traditionally downy or even 'fluffy,' reminiscent of fuzzy moths ( especially the rosy maple moth ).
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Her hips also flare off into what could be called little winglets, and can be manipulated as such. Whether the primary function of this is flair or efficiency? The world(s) may never know.
...And it also bares saying: all of this is approximation. Her wings and their segments are 'more like' this than that, but being an esoteric, unearthly creature, it's probably safe to say they aren't 'identical' to any structures / anatomies we're familiar with, and the tangible properties reflect that. Her wings are by and large soft, flexible, and flowy, but I think that gentleness can become cutting and bladelike in a second, if necessary. [addition 1] A good example of this physical "unrealism" is that Honey's wings are fully articulated— all six of her back wings can be bent and curved, from their bases out to their tips ( to encircle herself or wrap around things in general )— without any actual vertebrae structure which should make this possible.
Pixie / Fairy dust, in Honey's case, is produced primarily in the smaller, denser clusters of lamella which hem her wings near where they meet her back and reach slightly out along their initial length, but is also shed from the larger quills— luminous and infused with the magick which makes the fey what she is, it can act as a powerful reagent by spellcasters, alchemists, or other craftsman alike... and is sometimes actively sought, by some, ( usually at their own peril ).
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octahedral-chaos · 6 months
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OKAY GOOFBALL'S TRUE FORM IS FINALLY FINISHED! It's based on thylacines, basilisk lizards, (male) king of saxony bird of paradise, draft horses, moths and dromaeosaurs! What a wacky chimera of a bunch of animals!
Image ID under the cut:
[Image ID 1: A digital drawing of some sort of chimeric creature. It has the head and front legs of a thylacine, body and tail of a basilisk lizard, wings of a many-plumed moth, front talons and head plumes of a King of Saxony bird of paradise, feathering of a draft horse and dromaeosaur claws on its hind legs. It is mainly Charade Black, and have yellow "eyeliner" and feathering, cyan diamond marking on its chest, head plumes and claws and a magenta hexagon-shaped pupil and black sclera. It have two triangles, which are magenta and yellow, on its left, and two diamonds, which are cyan and magenta, on its right side that acts as ears. It have yellow, magenta and cyan stripes on its wings, fading to Charade Black where it meets the body. It have a bacteriophage-esque tail tip, which has a cyan ring marking, magenta claws and yellow stinger and claw tips. It's wearing a checkerboard scarf and a kandi bracelet in muted rainbow colours with a red and orange octahedron and blue hexagon charms attached to it. It is posed as if it is landing from a jump, both hind legs and its right front legs being in the air and it is looking behind it. /End ID)
[Image ID 2: The same character, this time without the wings and accessories, revealing that it have the fins of a basilisk lizard. / End ID)
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cycloplasm · 4 months
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Rosehip Valiantheart, he's a White Plume Moth! I know the correct spelling of the fruit is 'rose hip', but i don't want him to mixed up with my sonas... Also note that he's not wearing a mask, that's his face!
Fruitbugs, the game, was made a bit before Cedra and Quibris' disastrous role trade- and by the time the latter happened, fruitbugs had many fans and got updates fairly often (via special electric towers all across Futh, with a bit of magic so everyone can get their new virtual boyfriends). As a result, as Cedraites and Quibris' angels were destroying the world, the fruitbugs creator still released updates for his game despite a worldwide historical event happening and affecting almost everyone. The fruitbugs creator was affected himself- he had the priviledge to see one of Quibris' angels in person, and lived to tell the tale. The angel either did not see him or ignored him due to his positive impact on the world (the angels only kill and destroy people and things that have negative effects on their surroundings). This encounter inspired him into creating an 'ethereal' character, that would be violent yet beautiful: and that's how he made Rosehip Valiantheart! Don't be fooled by his last name, he isn't a nice guy by any stretch of the word. He's a boss in fact, like Dragonfruit- but unlike the latter, Rosehip can be romanced once the player defeats him. Not an easy feat in the slightest, for Rosehip is one of the strongest characters in the game. It also doesn't help that unlike most Fruitbugs bosses that mostly staystationary in their level, Rosehip travels all over the fruitbugs world. Why? Because he's hunting for the strongest people he can find, to fight them and (usually) defeat them. This behavior is because he *lives* for fighting and violence, but also because he wants to prove himself: he wants to be the singular strongest character in the game, even above the gods like Fig. This is also because Rosehip wants to be better than everyone else and is deeply annoyed by most fruitbugs' egos.
As said previously, Rosehip LIVES for fighting, but to an unhealthy extent- he actually is unaware of many simple things, including, ironically enough for a character in a dating sim, love. He is confused by things like hand holding or the cultural need for the characters to make the players feel important. And Rosehip doesn't ask about the things that confuse him, partly because he doesn't care, but mostly because he views asking questions as being 'below' the person who knows the answer(s)- Rosehip needs to be on top of everyone or he'll get violent. However this quirk of his can be... Elevated somewhat if one defeats him in battle- this will make him respect whoever beat him... A bit. Only a bit of respect. But that means he STILL won't ask questions, but CAN be open to being teached things, as long as it seems 'useful' to him. For example, if you were to tell him hand holding makes the other person feel good, Rosehip will consider it. He won't do it straightaway though, as it'll seem (to him) like he won't be 'above you' anymore, which is an idea he dislikes. Instead, he'll do at what he feels is a more appropriate moment, like in a date in front of a setting sun or fireworks. He'll feel deeply embarrassed about it as he does it, but he'll act stoically and as if the surprisingly soft gesture is 'normal'. Besides his battle-hungry, violent behavior, need to be on top of everybody else and general ignorance of simple things, Rosehip is a relatively quiet person, who dislikes overbearing confidence or, somewhat ironically, personalities like his. In non-dueling situations, he prefers to watch things unfold rather to do the talking- he's a good listener though, even if he doesn't show it. He has a very good memory, and can remember facts about you even years later. Know that when he's dedicated to something, he never back downs- whether that's winning a verbal fight about weapons or protecting you from what he deems dangerous (sometimes erroneously- for example, he sees fans as a weapon and will strike down anyone who has one near you).
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oberondaily · 7 months
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I don't know if someone asked you before but... have you ever thought in drawing Oberon with different moth wings? Like the more known rosy maple moth or luna moth. Maybe even the more "unkown" moths types like the plume moths or many-plume moths? (they looke like they have a fan of feather as wings!) Strangely enough, I have never seen any artist trying to give Oberon different moth wings. Moths come in so many colours... so many ways to redecorate Oberon's fairy charms!
Ooh!!!! This is an interesting idea indeed... If you don't mind, I'll take this in consideration for my future drawings!!! And yeah, you're right about the part of giving oberon a totally different pair of wings, just to see how he'd look like with it/what approach it takes on his design also!! Now that I remember, I have a photo of a megera (another type of butterfly, it wasn't the monarch one, although their wings are similar, I got confused 😅) I met a while ago, so maybe I can do this with his first two ascensions!!
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dansnaturepictures · 7 months
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Eight of my favourite photos taken in August 2023 and month summary
The photos are of; Turnstone at Hill Head, Wall Brown at Shipton Bellinger, Double-striped Pug moth at home, Common Darter and Wasp Spider at Lakeside Country Park, clustered bellflower at Old Winchester Hill, mushroom at Millyford Bridge in the New Forest and view with great heather at Ibsley Common in the New Forest.
August was another exciting wild month for me, and for birds movement was the operative word. The beginnings of the autumn migration allowed me to pick up sweet year ticks in Pied Flycatcher and Whinchat, key birds of my year with Wheatear and Spotted Flycatcher enjoyed too. At the start of the month this created some memorable lunch time walks at Lakeside with Cormorant and Common Terns unusual birds there dropping in. Nuthatch and Kestrel were standout different birds to see there this month too. Linnet, Whitethroat, Sandwich Tern, House Martin, Great Crested Grebe, Peregrine, Buzzard, Kestrel and Sparrowhawk including at home were other standouts across this month.
For butterflies it was another exquisite month, with Red Admiral including in the garden, Speckled Wood, Small and Green-veined White, Meadow Brown and Gatekeeper dominating as another amazing Big Butterfly Count drew to a close. Resplendent Small Copper and cheery Small Heath re-emerged into the year well with Brown Argus seen well at Lakeside and some final Purple Hairstreaks there what a year I've had for them, and I had some amazing valuable chances to see again blockbuster species that have been some of the icing on the cake of my butterfly year such as Wall Brown, Brown Hairstreak, Silver-spotted Skipper, Chalkhill Blue and Adonis Blue.
The month rather belonged to moths and dragon and damselflies, with a strong surge in moth sightings combining new ones that it was fascinating to learn and ones I am familiar with day and night. The White-point, Double-striped Pug, a fair few Small Dusty Wave, Light Brown Apple moth, Morning-glory Plume, Common Nettle-tap, Common Crimson-and-gold Moth and a Mint moth that came in the garden were key species. This month was a deep delve into Common Darter with many varied ones seen especially at Lakeside and golden chances to enjoy them, with Southern Hawker and more so dazzling Migrant Hawker ones I enjoyed seeing many times real defining species of the time of year. Banded Demoiselle and a fair few Blue-tailed Damselfly as they re-emerged into the year were great to see too. Onto mammals and my first Fox of the year was a treat, with Fallow and Roe Deers as well as New Forest Pony enjoyed too and a Hedgehog at home. It was a great month of area of wildlife I'm less familiar with, headlined well by a moment of my year seeing that Wasp Spider at Lakeside. A Common Sun beetle in the garden and Fox moth caterpillars at Ibsley Common were good to see too. Crickets/grasshoppers including Long-winged Conehead and Roesel's bush cricket, bees, waps and hoverflies, other beetles and many mossy rose galls which fascinate me were other summertime delights.
It was of course an excellent showing of flowers this month, with autumn gentian, wild marjoram, wild basil, round-headed rampion, purple loosestrife, common toadflax, clustered bellflower, gypsywort, red bartsia, water mint, bird's-foot trefoil, devil's-bit scabious, eyebright, rosebay willowherb, lady's thumb, tormentil, yellow-horned poppy, mallow, thistles and the common and bell heather that painted the landscape purple on the wonderful New Forest walks we had key species seen. As the year turns a bit fruit captivated me this month from sloes to blackberries and more in between, and following all the wet conditions fungi thrived in many places I went with some great mushrooms seen. I took in some sensational local vistas in high summer which was a pleasure, and it was great to be outside so much. Have a good September all.
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itsgeecheebitch · 9 months
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TITLE: Until Darkness Descends
CHAPTER: 8
RATING: Explicit
PAIRING: Ardyn Izunia x reader
        A wicked smile crept across Ardyn's face at the memory. He could almost smell the odoriferous scent of iron in the air, the coppery taste was a living memory on his tongue. While the monster feasted upon your mother, Ardyn removed the light bulbs from the porch lamps, plunging the outside world into an uneasy darkness. Plumes of miasma crept across the sandy shore, giving the crime scene the cover story it needed. The tumultuous couple succumbed to daemons as a result of their own carelessness. It had a nice ring to it.
       Ardyn blinked away the memory and focused on the road ahead. Beads of sweat accumulated over his eyebrows and slid down the side of his face. The little skin he had exposed sizzled like butter in a smoking skillet. He gritted his teeth against the discomfort. Needing a distraction, Ardyn turned on the radio. The thrumming base of an alternative song bled through the car speakers. 
        He thought back to the events of four years ago. It took about a week for what little remained of your mother's corpse to be found, and another two days for you to be notified. Ardyn watched the scene play out from the comfort of his home in Gralae. Your downcast eyes were glued to the steaming cup of tea in your hands, shoulders drooped in replacement of the tears that didn't fill your eyes. 
            Shock chilled you down to your very bones, and robbed you of the emotions you should've been feeling. You continued on as normal for many days afterwards, even after the funeral. Ardyn watched as everyone clamored around you, waiting for the dam to break and for the full weight of the situation to slam into you. It took a few days for the numbness to recede, once it did the reality of your parents' demise came crashing down around you. Ardyn was there to help you pick up the pieces, comforting you and drying your tears while you were in the throes of your grief. That was the first and last time you shed tears over their deaths.
          After that you were moved into the Scientia household and adopted by them a year later. You transformed even more as a result. You smiled and laughed more even while at home. The dark sunken patches of skin under your eyes lightened and your skin gained a healthy glow. You became even more beautiful, even more radiant. Your true personality began to shine through and it resembled hers so completely that Ardyn would sometimes forget you weren't her at all.
      Imaginary wings fluttered in his chest and he was aghast to find a smile on his face. Slamming his foot against the gas pedal, Ardyn shot down the empty road, allowing all thoughts of you to evaporate into the dry air. He ignored the nervous bubbles that filled his stomach, the warm tug in his chest, and the heat that spread across his face. They meant nothing the same way you meant nothing. As if to prove him wrong, a twinge of warmth sliced through his mental protest, bringing with it the thought of your smile, how easy and carefree it became over the years, especially after your parents' deaths.
        Ardyn's eyebrows pinched together, forming a line in between his eyes. Killing your parents had nothing to do with you and everything to do with eliminating a potential threat. They could've become a nuisance to his plans. That was all. Your happiness didn't play a role in his decision, and most certainly not the beating you endured four years ago. Your transformation was just a coincidence, not the goal in and of itself. Ardyn made plenty of decisions that cost you your happiness before. 
       For instance, he convinced you to cut off ties to your circus family. They obviously didn't care about you, or at least that's what Ardyn led you to believe. They were aware of how volatile your parents were, but that didn't stop them from telling on you and subjecting you to their wrath. You took to Ardyn's 'judgment' like a moth to a flame and you haven't asked to visit the circus ever since. 
        Eventually, the arid landscape gave way to signs of civilization. Rows of steel giants emerged from the belly of the earth and conquered the skyline, the city of Insomnia. Ardyn bristled at the sight. Disgust burned the back of his throat as the city grew closer and closer. No matter how many times he saw it he couldn't ignore the bite of anger that tore through his stomach upon arrival.
           Soon this grandiose display of hidden cowardice will crumble to the ground. Ardyn could imagine it already. A sangria of blood and limbs would litter the streets. Cries of anguish would fill the night sky and a maelstrom of bombs and bullets would descend from the heavens, transforming the once proud and glorious city into a true hell on earth. All that would remain of his brother's accomplishments will be ash and debris. This time it'll be his wretched brother's name that'll get lost in the passage of time, his feats that'll be forgotten, and his soul that'll be abandoned by the gods.
        A giddy quivering settled low in Ardyn's belly at the thought, anticipation thrummed in his veins like the trumpets of war. Two more years and every wrong will be made right again.
       Upon arrival at the bridge, Ardyn slowed the car down to a crawl. With the snap of his fingers the faded red and white coat of his vehicle morphed into a shiny black replica of the original. Brunette curls replaced Ardyn's wild mane of auburn tresses; they fell into his eyes and tickled the back of his neck. Brushing the strands out of his eyes, he examined himself in the center mirror. Youthful green eyes stared back at him. His alabaster skin now a warm sun kissed olive.
         Perfect, he thought. Ardyn didn’t necessarily need a disguise. Nobody saw his real face during his initial attack upon the capital more than 20 years ago, but he still preferred to keep it hidden if only to maintain the element of surprise.
          He stopped the car in front of the iron gates that separated the crown city from the rest of the realm. It towered a few feet into the air but dwarfed in comparison to the force field that swaddled the entire area in its blanket of protection. The gate before Ardyn was just for show, it was the force field that served as the capital's first line of defense, the very mechanism that dissuaded the empire's advances upon the city, but not for long. The field could only protect Insomnia from outside threats, but was absolutely useless against threats within the city walls.
          Digging into his pockets, Ardyn pulled out an ID that belonged to the man whose likeness the immortal stole and presented the card to the automated security check. The camera flashed green and the iron gate parted with a loud screeching groan. Beyond it the force field opened just enough to allow Ardyn through. He pressed on the gas and entered the city.
           Silver giants towered over the concrete landscape, their steel faces glistening gold as the sun retreated into its abyssal grave. Pedestrians traversed the streets in enormous groups like worker bees. Their voices carried on the wind and was a pleasant distraction from the thunderous wail of the underground train rushing into the station. A cacophony of honking cars and screeching tires soon joined the fray and rang in Ardyn's ears.
         He navigated the busy city streets until he reached his destination, the Lucis national park. The green sanctuary stood in the middle of the city and provided the people with a peaceful escape from the noise. Climbing out of the car, Ardyn grabbed the gift and made for the park entrance. The discordant buzz of the city faded away the moment his foot passed over the threshold. 
          Lifting his wrist, Ardyn checked his watch. It was 6:15 p.m, exactly 45 minutes before you were due to arrive. This place became your designated meeting location over the last few years, every Saturday at 7 p.m. Finding a bench, he sat down and placed the thin glossy box on his lap. He didn't notify you that he would be coming today but he knew you would arrive regardless. Over the last few weeks you came to the park every Saturday evening without fail. You would wait for 30 minutes, sometimes longer if the weather permitted it, for Ardyn to arrive.
          Your loyalty knew no bounds. He smiled and this time Ardyn didn't turn it away. Loyalty was good, it would make the job of disposing of you easier when the time comes. A nauseating spark lit up his stomach just then, Ardyn grimaced but didn't dare to think much of it. 
           The sound of a twig snapping cracked the silence and carried on the wind. Underneath the disturbance was the quiet crunch of grass underfoot. A woman's airy laughter kissed Ardyn's ears. Your laugh. He looked up and there you were a few feet from where he sat, only you weren't alone. You walked over a short bridge, hand in hand with who looked to be the prince's shield. Ardyn's jaw clicked, just what was going on? As if to answer his question, Gladiolus pulled you close and titled your head up to meet his gaze.      
       Bitterness stung the back of Ardyn's tongue when your lips met. The way you melted into the burly man’s embrace had the immortal grinding his teeth into powder. Even his fingertips burned, if Gladiolus wasn’t so crucial to the prophecy Ardyn would’ve murdered him where he stood. 
       He closed his eyes and sucked in a gush of boiling hot air. It seared his lungs and only added to the fire in his veins. You and Gladiolus parted slowly, a dreamy smile lit up your face. A smile that should’ve only been reserved for Ardyn. 
       The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth from how hard he was gritting his teeth. Why did he even feel this way? You weren’t real, you weren’t her, and yet seeing you like this put a fire in his belly that demanded destruction. Strong fingers gripped the pink gift box until they pierced through the thin surface. You continued to laugh and smile at the other man, batting your lashes and pursing your pouty red lips, as though Ardyn wasn't there, as though it wasn't Saturday evening. His eyes never left the scene as he rose from his seat and tossed the useless gift in the trash can.
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fwoopersongs · 2 years
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回眸 - Look Back
by 席慕容 (Xi Murong, 1943 - present)
a quick translation for @rainandginkgo​
佛说:前世的五百次回眸才能换得今生的一次擦肩而过,[1] Buddha said: It takes five hundred backwards glances in a previous life to exchange for one instance of shoulders brushing past this lifetime.
那么,我要用多少次回眸才能真正住进你的心中? Well then, how many backwards glances must I use to truly make a home in your heart?
前世 我频频回眸 That previous life, I glanced back again and again.
挥别的手帕飘成一朵云 [2] The handkerchief waved in farewell rose, drifting, becoming a cloud plume.
多少相思 多少离愁 The more I think of you, the more our parting grieves me,
终成一道水痕送我远走 [3] until it becomes a swathe of dampness, sending me off on my journey afar.
今生 我寻觅前世失落的足迹 This lifetime, I search for those footsteps that were lost,
跋山涉水 走进你的眼 [4] over mountains, fording streams, walking into your sight.
前世的五百次回眸换得今生的一次擦肩而过 The five hundred backwards glances of a previous life exchanged for one instance of our shoulders brushing past this time.
我用一千次回眸换得今生在你面前的驻足停留 I've used a thousand backwards glances to trade for a pause in my steps before you this lifetime;
问佛 要多少次回眸才能真正住进你的心中 I ask Buddha, how many times must I glance back to truly make a home in your heart.
佛无语 我只有频频回首 Buddha does not speak; I can only glance back again and again,
像飞蛾扑向火 like a moth throwing itself toward the flame,
可以不计后果 可以不要理由 refusing to care about consequences, refusing all logic and reason.
回眸 再回眸 Glance back, and again, glance back.
千次万次 你在我眼中 也在我心中 A thousand times, ten thousand times, you are in my eyes and in my heart too.
我频频回顾着 期待你的温柔 Again and again, I look back, anticipating your gentle tenderness.
我频频回顾着 渴望长相厮守 [5] Again and again, I look back, thirsting for an everlasting companionship.
前世 我在舟中回眸 In that previous life, upon that little boat, I glanced back.
莲叶一片一片 连成我眼中的哀愁 [6] Lotus leaf after lotus leaf join up, up into the despairing sorrow within my eyes.
今生 佛成全我的思念 This lifetime, Buddha has satisfied my yearning,
让我走进你的眼中 allowing me to walk into your sights.
我寻觅了很久 累了 I’ve searched and searched for a long time, and being tired, I
只想在你怀中停息 just want to stop and rest in your embrace,
只想让你的手揩去我脸上的泪痕 just want to have you wipe away the tear tracks on my face with your hand,
只想让你的体温温暖我冰凉的双手 just want to have the heat of your body gradually warm my ice-cold hands.
不要问我为何今生千里迢迢将你寻觅 Don’t ask me why I’ve traveled so very far to find you in this lifetime.
我没有喝孟婆汤 心中牵挂着你 [7] I did not drink Old Lady Meng’s Soup; in my heart I could not let go of you.
不要问我为何哭泣 Don’t ask me why I cry.
我没有喝孟婆汤 仍记得前世离别时心底的绝望 I did not drink Old Lady Meng’s Soup; I still remember the despair in the deepest depths of my heart in that previous life when we had to part.
说我喜极而泣吧 Let’s just say I’m crying tears of joy, hey.
泪落在你的襟上 The tears land on your collar.
前世的种种哀愁开成一树繁密的丁香 [8] All the various sorrows from that previous lifetime have bloomed into a tree dense with lilac flowers.
我只想与你携手在树下看那一朵开成五瓣向我们预言幸福 I only wish to hold your hand beneath the tree and watch that single blossom unfurl its five petals, foretelling our bliss and happiness.
今生我仍旧频频回望 This lifetime, I still glance back again and again.
今生我仍旧不喝孟婆汤 This lifetime, I still do not drink Old Lady Meng’s Tea.
来世我还会千里迢迢将你寻觅 In the next life, I shall still journey far to find you again.
来世我还会和你手牵手寻找五瓣的丁香 In the next life, hand in hand, we shall look for that five-petaled lilac.
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Notes
[1] 佛说:前世的五百次回眸才能换得今生的一次擦肩而过 Buddha said: It takes five hundred backwards glances in a previous life to exchange for one instance of shoulders brushing past this lifetime. Just to be clear, this is not a quote from any of the scriptures. The poet dreamt this up herself. This many many lifetimes to meet once is a beloved trope throughout the ages. Even in Ming dynasty, it was popular - and maybe even further back. See 《增广贤文》 Popular Collection of Traditional Chinese Wise Sayings, Line 191 and 192.
一日夫妻,百世姻缘。百世修来同船渡,千世修来共枕眠。
For personal reference and your MTL needs, some love stories with a Buddhist covering.
[2] 挥别的手帕飘成一朵云  The handkerchief waved in farewell rose, drifting, becoming a cloud plume. Was surprised to read this because waving a handkerchief in farewell seems like a very western thing to do!
[3] 终成一道水痕送我远走  until it becomes a swathe of dampness, sending me off on my journey afar. Literally, 一道水痕 is ‘A [countable noun for flowing water bodies] trace of water’.
[4] 跋山涉水 走进你的眼  over mountains, fording streams, walking into your sight. Where 走进你的眼 is sort of slang these days for ‘being to your taste’, like with a ‘this person is good enough that I’d want to look at them’ sort of vibe.
[5] 我频频回顾着 渴望长相厮守  Again and again, I look back, thirsting for an everlasting companionship. To my surprise,  长相厮守 is not an idiom! No one online seems to know its origins, only pointing to this well known Han Dynasty poem 《上邪》 By the Heavens Above! for its meaning.
[6] 莲叶一片一片 连成我眼中的哀愁 Lotus leaf after lotus leaf join up, up into the despairing sorrow within my eyes.
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[7] 我没有喝孟婆汤 心中牵挂着你  I did not drink Old Lady Meng’s Soup; in my heart I could not let go of you. Just a link to this article on Old Lady Meng / Meng Po.
[8] 前世的种种哀愁开成一树繁密的丁香  All the various sorrows from that previous lifetime have bloomed into a tree dense with lilac flowers. Lilacs in poetry are often symbolic of unhappiness and melancholy.
See Li Shangyin’s 《代赠》 A Present Written On Behalf of Another, Part 1.
See Feng Yansi’s 《醉花间·独立阶前星又月》 Drunk Amidst the Flowers · Standing Alone Before the Stairs, Stars and Moon Above
Also, five petaled lilacs are apparently a sign of good luck!
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firelordgrantham · 2 years
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Another thing in how Warriors Cats names were translated in french is that, since ''cloud'' was used to replace the ''paw'' suffix and ''tail'' was a salacious slang word, many characters have names that have nothing to do with what they were.
I already talked about Cloudtail (combo of untranslatable lol) being translated as Snowflake but let's talk about the second arc characters now lol.
Feathertail is litteraly ''Prettyfeather'' (Jolie Plume).
Squirrelflight is just Squirrelfur/hair (Poil d'Ecureuil)
Tawnypelt is Goldenfur (Pelage d'Or) which makes no sense because contrary to her mother she is not golden.
Hawkfrost is Hawkfeather.
Mothwing is just Moth (Papillon) which makes her one of the few warriors with a one-word name in french because the translator didn't think of it I guess. When she was an apprentice she was either translated as Mothcloud (Nuage de Papillon) or as Caterpillarcloud (Nuage de Chenille), you know, to explain how she goes from Caterpillar''paw'' as just Moth...
One of the others is Onewhisker/star. He was called just ''whisker'' (Moustache), probably because One Whisker would be translated by ''Une-Moustache'' which is litteraly ''A whisker'', since there is no difference between One and A/an in french. So when he became Onestar, no one in french knew what his name would be, like, Whiskerstar??? And so when Brambleclaw is accused of creating a diplomatic incident by asking news of ''whisker'' instead of calling his by his leader name, to his defense, in french, there was no way to know what that leader name would be. Onestar was stranslated as Lonestar (Etoile Solitaire) which is kind of fitting to the character.
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hi hi, my name is myskia (theorised to mean 'bat' in Old Swedish - it is found on a runestone, other meanings may also include 'to darken', 'twilight', 'gloom' and 'dusk').
interests; majorly interested in all things to do thats whimsical, fantasy + gothic themes, supernatural creatures + morbid themes etc, all fascinate me + 99% of things i like includes one of those things 😭
👾 gaming - skyrim, stardew valley, hogwarts legacy, elden ring, bloodborne, witcher, wizard 101, alice:madness returns, legend of zelda twilight princess, angels of death, the witch's house, dragon age inquisition, Ib, Outlast, Sims 3 Supernatural + more
👻 films/tv series/books - beetlejuice (musical), the dark crystal: age of resistance, what we do in the shadows, v for vendetta, dune, matrix, hannibal tv series, hannibal movies (silence of the lambs, red dragon etc), avatar, house of the dragon, the witcher, twilight, the crow, the munsters tv series, the addams family, monster high, disney films, LOTR, interview w/ the vampire, the vvitch, the lost boys, queen of the damned, van helsing, scooby doo, the craft, hocus pocus, crimson peak, sleepy hollow, 99% of tim burton films (nightmare before christmas, frankenweenie, coraline, corpse bride, alice in wonderland, sweeney todd, beetlejuice, Edward scissorhands etc), casper the friendly ghost, my sister the vampire book series, room on the broom, + lots more 😭 basically anything whimsical, witchy and spooky i usually love 😭
🎃 anime + manga - soul eater, death note, shiki, elfen lied, madoka magica, sailor moon, the cat returns, castlevania, berserk (+ manga, tw warning tho), witch hat atelier, siuil (girl from the other side) + more, i am getting back into anime + manga so pls send me recommendations 😭
🦇 music - zheani, moonspell, nightwish, björk, kate bush, cher, emilie autumn, chelsea wolfe, rob zombie, nina hagen, yeule, switchblade symphony, the birthday massacre, cocateau twins + so many more,this list is gonna get too long 😭 i'll have my spotify in this post somewhere, check #🦷 mp3 / #🧚‍♀️ mp3 if you want to find more i haven't listed here
🐈‍⬛ fave creatures + other - zebra jumping spider, hercules beetle, luna moths, death hawk moths, black witch moth, dragons!!, black cats, worms, leeches, white plume moth, ghost slug (first found in my country! 😍😭 tho i think the theory is they accidentally got here), mermaid purses, moon jellyfish, poison frog + glass frog, silver foxes, wolves, magpie (my fave bird, why do they sound like a machine gun but look so pretty waa 😭),
🌙 misc - the colours purple/black/lavender blue/dark green, fascinated with the culture surrounding death, the ocean + space, collecting teeth, weird medieval art (like fighting snails, tooth 'wyrms' or skeletons tending to gardens 😭), welsh mythology (love celtic mythology in general though), abandoned and/or haunted places, the smell of soil after rain (petrichor), elves and fairy faith, crystals, amethyst (birthstone), astrology (i like both western + vedic!), thelema, norse mythology, sword / knife collecting, foraging, the poison path (usage of poisonous plants in witchcraft/ritual), carnivorous plants, anything lore-wise about hedge riding (using trance to "fly" or astral project), dreams / dream symbolism / dream dictionaries etc, divination (tarot especially).
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