#small emperor moth

[deathdiet]

saturnia pavonia

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#mine #drawing #small emperor moth #insects #bugs #moth #saturnia pavonia #aesthetic #dark #goth #dark academia #dark aesthetic #goth academia

[behehemoths]

Small emperor moth Saturnia pavonia - male

Found in moorlands across the Palearctic regions, the small emperor moth is the only saturniid to be found on the British Isles.

Image credit: Illuvis on Pixabay

[image ID: a moth with brown and white forewings and black and gold eyespot with red accents on the antemedial line. The hind wings are orange with black and on the submarginal and pink on the marginal. There are similar black and gold eyespots on the hind wings.]

#small emperor moth #saturnia pavonia #moth #Illuvis #lepidoptera #saturniidae #saturnia #palearctic #british isles #image free from pixabay #insect

[nebulous-star]

art post fart post (link to it on the ess see pee wiki)

#scp #scpart #scp foundation #moth #small emperor moth #i like moths #no i mean i really like moths #like a lot

[trashqueenn]

More Aether art!!! They blep (:

I’m offering these as PWYW adoptables, send me a pic of your Aether and an offering and I’ll draw yours for you!!

#flight rising #flightrising #fr aether #aether dragon #aether #rosy maple moth #small emperor moth

[manicpixieroadwarrior]

Small emperor moth, watercolor and gouache

#my art #moths #small emperor moth #saturniidae

[pod-nomerom-westb]

#Saturnia pavonia #small emperor moth #moth drawing #moth

[crowjustcant]

Moths i drew because i can and i wanted to

#moths #emperor moth #small emperor moth #traditional art #pencil #pencil drawing #sketchbook #i can do whatever i want #free will #(:

[brittlebutch]

autism moment (trying to categorize the marble hornets characters as bugs)

#N posts stuff #inclined to call jay a praying mantis - looks delicate/creepy but isn't necessarily #or maybe like a small emperor moth (has the huge eye patterns on its wings) #tim is a spider - maybe a tarantula? - bc of his character archetype (subverted 'scary mentally ill guy') #also bc of masked state 'scuttles directly towards you at high speeds' lol #alex is definitely a stag beetle - the ones that fight/throw each other #and brian is also a beetle but one of the smaller irridescent ones #i think that jessica is a millipede also :) #the mh comics is the equivalent of someone (skully/TO/whichever) putting jessica under a cup and watching her frantically #scuttle around its interior #mh lb

[charlythelee]

A while ago I had the chance to work on the Cosmic RarePair Zine (on Twitter) and write a Sachiro/Atsumu fic centered around soulmate companion animals. I also took a run at lineless art for the first time in ages and made this piece of spot art. It's no comparison to the actual artists' pieces but I'm still low-key proud of it for my standards 😌

⇢ Read: The Heniocha Dyops Effect (on Ao3) (Preview)

Art & writing © me ~

#haikyuu #digital art #charleewrites #charleedraws #artists on tumblr #small artist #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #zine #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu miya #moth art #hirugami sachirou #SachiAtsu #Hirugami Sachiro x Miya Atsumu #marbled emperor moth #fanfiction fanart #spot art #cosmic rare pair zine #inarizaki #we don't need memories #kamomedai #heniocha Drops

[occudo]

All the pretty bugs~

Lady Jane Prentiss- Corpse eating butterfly

Queen Agnes - Monarch butterfly

Jon Sims (witch) - Small emperor moth

#occudo's art #tma fanart #jonathan sims #jane pentriss #agnes montague #the magus archive au #tw insects

[undiscovered-horizon]

Die Happy - Sanji x Reader

SUMMARY: Sanji is disillusioned about your lack of interest in him. Someone like you could pick and choose among princes, kings and emperors. What's a measly cook to you? Nevertheless, his lovesick heart continuously rejoices when you choose him to waste time with.

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Part 2 -> "Maelstrom"

Sanji has never believed in ghouls, witches, faeries and the like. However, when he met you his belief began to shatter:

Like a dark sorceress covering the whole world with a curse, you lured all the influential, important men like fire does moths. At first, Sanji fooled himself that all those generals, merchants and noblemen only wanted something pretty to hang onto their shoulders but reality destroyed his comforting illusion when the said men offered riches most people couldn’t even fathom. If you asked them for an armada to sail to the Grand Line, they’d only ask what type of wood you’d prefer. Despite something akin to world domination lying at your fingertips, you always laughed those offers off, telling your powerful suitors that you would think about their words and get back to them.

Sanji once asked whether you’re truly considering marrying one of the generals or kings. Some more naive part of him hoped you’d say no. Alas, the truth, once again, was his adversary:

“Obviously!” you giggled at his silly question. “But I won’t marry the first one that offers me wealth and whatnot. First, I’d like to see all of my options and the world…” your voice trailed away as you vaguely pointed around the two of you. “Well, it’s a big place. Many more kingdoms to visit.”

But to his own demise, the cook was a fool unlike any other. He had no chance at winning your heart, no matter how much he’d try. Still, his untamable desire egged him on, whispering sweet songs of your grace. Even if he could taste your lips only in his imagination, he could do his best for you to have a reason to keep him around like a dog that begs for scraps at his master’s table.

Sanji knows he’s only hurting himself, only furthering his desperation when he makes you smile or earns a speck of your affection. Every dawn, he promises to free himself from your sorcery but when dusk comes and his left with the Moon, his only confidant, he realizes that he could never possess enough power to cut himself free from you. You’ve pierced his heart right through and if he pulls your knife out of his chest, he’s bound to bleed out and die. It’s better if he lets you have complete control over his mind and soul - it’s the only way he will make it out alive.

He’s left cold and lonely on that night. Soft, silver moonlight washes over him through the small porthole in the wall of his room. The sea is almost black at this hour of the night but it becomes a mystical sapphire when the Moon’s glow washes over the lazy waves making them glisten like pure diamonds.

Diamonds… maybe if he had diamonds, you’d see him as a man and not just a shipmate.

Quiet knocking on his door wakes Sanji up from his thoughts. Before he has a chance to get up and open the door or tell the guest to come in, the mysterious visitor enters out of their own volition.

Your tired face makes Sanji think about painting in museums - the ones all connoisseurs consider “classics” and “timeless”. The silk shirt you’re wearing looks not only awfully expensive but, which is much worse, to be a men’s size. Its hem ends right underneath your buttcheeks, threatening to expose your body should you lift your hands. In the darkness of his cabin, you appear as nothing beyond a phantom, a hallucination born out of desperation. And just like a ghost, you’ve come to haunt and torment him in the sweetest of ways; in a way only you can.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks in a raspy voice. Sanji is doing a great job at appearing unaffected by your rather scantily clad form.

Carefully, you close the door behind you and walk towards him. Your skin glows when you step into the rays of soft moonlight pouring in through the porthole. Dishevelled hair, half-closed eyes and a slightly puffy face - Sanji has imagined you this way countless times but never actually seen. He can feel his body burning up, telling him to seize the opportunity, to wash you in the most charming and suave words he can think of.

“Nami kicks while sleeping,” you say quietly. “I swear to god my whole side is bruised at this point. Can I sleep with you?”

Sanji has to remind himself to breathe and to do so calmly. He’s cool, completely in control of himself. His mouth feels unbearably dry.

“‘Course you can,” he answers casually. With a swift move of his arm, he lifts the duvet. “Come on in.”

The pure bliss that suddenly appears on your face forces Sanji to take in a sharp, ragged breath. It’s an expression he also imagined one too many times when his desperation poisons his mind - not that he’s willing to admit it even to himself. He knows it’s wrong to even entertain a scenario in which you would grace him with such an enraptured face. Still, his will is not as strong as he often makes it out to be.

“Sanji, you are my salvation,” you tell him while getting under the covers with him.

“I know, love.”

It’s both strange and natural, the way your body fits his. As though the two of you have done it so much the memory of your muscles twists and turns your limbs to rest in the most comfortable and intimate way. The odd familiarity makes Sanji think that maybe in another lifetime this is how he always sleeps. He wishes he could find himself in that reality even for a second. Alas, it’s too far out of his reach.

“Damn, you’re really comfortable,” you mumble against his chest. Your hot breath makes him shiver. “And warm. I don’t think I’ll be going back to my bed.” A small grin of cosiness appears on your face - one that Sanji will never forget.

His broad chest and strong arm normally go unnoticed by you but now they’re like a fortress. And just like high stone walls are an unspoken promise of security and happiness, his firm hold on your body is a silent oath of a good night's sleep.

“Stay as long as you want,” he whispers back to you. 

Maybe if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d notice that his words aren’t a statement but a plea. They’re the last thing you remember before drifting off to a restful slumber.

Your breathing slows down and gains a steady, shallow rhythm. Keeping you close to his chest, Sanji allows his hands to gently brush against your arm and back. His movements are feathery, almost fearful. He wouldn’t want you to wake up and change your mind about spending the night beside him - he can indulge in his heart’s desire but he must do so carefully.

“If you only gave me a chance,” he whispers into the night.

Knowing you’re asleep and bound to remain ignorant of his affections, Sanji kisses the top of your head. His lips linger against your hair while he takes in the scent that haunts him day and night. Unknowingly, his grip around your body tightens at that moment as though he has suddenly grown most terrified of having you disappear. Too many nights he’s dreamed of this exact scenario only to wake up to a cold, empty bed.

When the dawn arrives and you leave his arms, this little moment of affection won't mean anything to you. It means nothing now. Sanji knows this very well. He doesn't try to lie to himself that maybe you'll wake up a changed person and finally see him as more than a friendly comrade. Although tonight means nothing to you, it holds an unspeakable weight to Sanji, who will forever gloat about the fact that when you needed help, it was him you turned to. It was his arms that guarded your sleep for a few hours.

Fighting off sleep until he collapses, Sanji revels in the feeling of you against his body and pretends, even if for one night, that you’re his the same way he will always be yours. Watching you sleep cuddled into him, he swears he could die happy now.

#sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke #opla #one piece #one piece live action #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #opla x reader #opla x you #opla imagine #opla fanfiction #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece sanji #blackleg sanji #sanji fanfiction #sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji fanfiction #vinsmoke sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji fanfic #vinsmoke x you

[rubydart]

I had a big need for a fandom butterfly/moth display. Updated with an ID: Art drawn to look like a Fictional Moth/Butterfly display case based on 4 characters from The Magnus Archives on a 8.5x11" print. Big bug center top is labeled as "J. Sims": big green Luna Moth with multiple prominent eyes a bit like an Emperor Moth's markings, and holes in the wings that mimic the holes in a cassette tape. There's an eye on the mid of its body. The markings are more fantastical than the other bugs.

Labeled "M. Blackwood": Silver Clouded moth, smaller, to the right of J. Sims, with a cloudy looking pattern in greys on the wings, and two small dots.

Labeled "N. Sasha": Center-left. A blue butterfly but with markings that look like eyes and possibly claws extending across the top pair of wings. The wings are lined with black and white markings that resemble piano-keys. The lower pair of wings have golden markings that is supposed to resemble calliope pipes.

Labeled "Tim": Takes up the lower right side. A Mourning Cloak butterfly but with orange markings inside the wings that resemble flames. Mainly red wings lined with black then yellow edges, with blue spots across the black.

They are on a board with a spider web stretched across underneath them. The black tape of a cassette tape ribbons around the board in loose loops.

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #not sasha #timothy stoker #I'm so sorry Sasha #btw the Rebel's Large Blue butterfly caterpillar mimics ant queen sounds and smells so they are taken to the ant's nest as a brood parasite #moth fanart #tma as moths

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Power Change

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You get scolded by the Reverend Mother, but your husband doesn’t like it.

WARNINGS: Implied forced pregnancy; Reader is a member of the Bene Gesserit.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“How dare you speak to my wife like that?” Paul elevates his voice, his eyes sending daggers towards the Reverend Mother, who abstractly stares back at Paul. 

You nervously touch Paul’s arm, trying to calm him down. 

“Paul, please, don’t-” you beg, tugging his arm. He turns around, his hand coming to rest on top of your own as a signal for you to stay quiet. 

You fix the gown over your head, keeping your eyes on the floor as Paul keeps arguing.

“You have no authority to reprimand her. She’s my wife now, she’s the Empress and she bows to no one except me.” he growls.

“She’s a member of the Bene Gesserit before she is your wife.  We do not need your permission to speak to her.” the Reverend Mother narrows her eyes at Paul. He scoffs, a mad chuckle escaping his lips. 

“You were told to wait for our command before bearing a child. You’ve disobeyed our rules.” she continues, giving you a sharp look that cuts right through you.

You shiver, cowering your figure behind Paul. Your hand absently goes to your growing belly. It’s still small, but evident.

It’s not like you intend to overrule the Order’s command yet Paul forced you to. You did try to persuade him but he’s too powerful, too determined on getting an heir as soon as possible. You begged him to reconsider, not wanting to disrespect the instructions you were given but Paul didn’t care for that. 

He’s the emperor. His wishes always come true, no matter their cost. 

He knew exactly how to control you, making you lose control over all of the abilities you’ve learned with the Bene Gesserit. You’ve never felt so weak and powerless in your life. 

“However, what is done cannot be changed. But be aware that you cannot extend the Atreides bloodline further without our approval.” the older woman declares, looking at you as if Paul doesn’t exist. 

You immediately feel his body tensing up, his fist clenching and for a moment you fear for the Reverend Mother’s life. Paul never liked the Order and you know he’s at the verge of cutting them off.

The only reason why he hasn’t done that is because the Order married you to him, something that suited him just fine. 

“If you think that you can control our marriage, then you’re wrong. I’ll get my heir and many more after that. We do not bow before you and if you value your life, then you’ll stay out of our way.” Paul darkly declares, a shadow falling in his face. 

He straightens up, his height towering over the Reverend Mother as he slowly walks towards her. He stands face to face with her and you’re surprised that she’s able to conserve her usual stoic expression. 

“I’ll let this one slide in dedication to my wife, I’m aware of how much the Order means to her. But next time, I won’t be so lenient. This is a warning, consider it carefully.” his words freeze the whole room, a feeling of discomfort settles in your body when you consider his threat.

Reverend Mother’s face remains stoic but you can feel how the change of dynamic has affected her. A subtle fear emanates from her. 

She starts heading towards the door without sparing you as much as a glance, keeping her figure steady.

Your eyes trail her as you worry about this tragic encounter and its outcome.

“Reverend Moth-” you start following her, but Paul instantly grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. 

“Leave it. This discussion was long overdue, anyways. Let’s focus on our bright future instead, my love.” he says, pulling your body towards him, changing his expression to a happier one yet his eyes are still irked. 

“Paul, this isn’t right! She’s the Reverend Mother and it’s not-”

“Enough!” he snaps, raising his voice as annoyance peeks through his calm facade. “I won’t change my mind, so don’t bother trying.”

You weakly nod, your whole body trembling with fear and you try to avoid meeting his eyes. Paul notices it immediately, releasing a sigh. His hand grabs your own and he brings it to his face, gently pressing a kiss into it. A remorseful look taking over him. 

“Forgive me, my love. I didn’t wish to yell at you. But things are going to change and you have to understand that your priority needs to be us, our family.” he directs his look towards your belly. His hand caresses your small bump and the urge to slap his hand is strong.

“The only thing that matters is us and our future children.”  

#dark paul atreides x reader #dark paul atreides #yandere paul atreides x reader #yandere paul atreides #dark!paul atreides #dark!paul atreides x reader #yandere!paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #dune x reader #paul atreides imagine #@mrsdarkandyandere7 #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: yandere #paul atreides scenario #imagine paul atreides

[voidbug]

Female small emperor moth fairy I did for my friend

#emperor moth #fairy

[lycomorpha]

Welp, I got one (1) day of mothing in, before the weather turned, and I had to pack away the trap bc high winds.

So instead of real moths from my garden, pls enjoy one of my favourite moths that I drew last year. After scanning it for that first pic, I drew in the background. It's in polychromos pencils and it's based on a female small emperor moth (Saturnia pavonia)

#motivational moth #moth #moths #lepidoptera #insect #insects #sciart #bugs #bug #pretty moth #pretty bugs #colour pencil drawing #pencil drawing #drawing #colored pencil #colour pencil art #colour pencil #colour pencils #color pencil #color pencil art #artists on tumblr

[banigarubug]

warning ;; david’s attempt

consider:

sarah, a college student home for the summer, is hospitalized after falling ill

& ellie who was seriously injured while running away from a foster placement and is placed in the bed next door

they click instantly. sarah is a sweetheart who gets along with anyone and ellie is eager to please a cool college student like any 14 year old would want to

joel and ellie … not so much

ellie gets a kick out of pissing joel off almost as much as sarah gets a kick out of witnessing it .. so ellie amps it up a notch over the course of a few days to really drive joel crazy and make sarah’s time in the hospital better

one of the nurses tells ellie laughter is the best medicine and that’s what sarah deserves. sarah is probably the first person to be nice to ellie like this. to just… accept her with a fond smile. (except maybe riley. but she’s gone now. sometimes ellie thinks sarah looks like her, just a little bit.)

but then ellie is discharged and has to go right back to the place she ran from. her social worker says no one else will take her. of course they wouldn’t.

ellie doesn’t have a phone, but sarah gives her her and joel’s numbers anyways. makes her promise to call if she wants to run again. that way sarah can keep her safe

ellie uses the elusive payphones and stranger’s cells to call sarah sporadically so she knows ellie’s alive, but other than that, it’s inconsistent contact at best. but her birthday is coming up and sarah doesn’t want a gift this year. instead she asks joel to get ellie a phone.. and he says yes. next time ellie calls sarah, it’s 3 days before her birthday, and sarah gets ellie’s address. gets joel to sign her out of the hospital to drive her there and deliver the gift in person. its the most expensive thing ellie’s ever seen and she cries and hugs sarah and then hugs joel

and joel realizes, really, that ellie’s just a kid

she’s a spitfire with a sharp tongue and a huge ego to make up for how small she really is but she’s also just some kid who has never been shown love before

so joel decides to take ellie in, a little bit

not as a foster parent - he and sarah have their hands full, she’s dropping out and the hospital bills are piling up, and ellie’s foster parents are fine anyways, just old and weird - but takes her to visit sarah once a week for a meal together - sarah calls it family dinner, behind ellie’s back but straight to joel’s face - and whenever else sarah wants the company

and maybe he brings sarah to ellie’s school once or twice to pick her up and take her to lunch … or cuz ellie was in an art gallery and the featured piece of the whole exhibit was something she made … or sometimes without sarah when she cuts class and wont tell him why so he just gets her a milkshake and listens to facts about dinosaurs until she agrees to catch the last periodd

christmas is coming up soon and ellie’s excited because she’s gotten them both gifts . for sarah its a couple things - handmade friendship bracelets and a pair of earrings she skipped a week and a half of school lunches for and she painted sarah’s pennyboard with butterflies and crashing waves and a little white moth beside a purple emperor

for joel a huge framed painting of sarah and joel with sarahs grandmother/joels mom who died when sarah was little. joel cooks all her recipes and talks about how much he misses her and says stuff like “she woulda loved you, ellie” so she’s confident he’ll love it and she knows sarah will too

but ellie gets into a fight at school. it’s not really a bad one by any means but it’s the worst her newest placement has seen and they decide she’s too complicated for them. she cant leave the state but she can leave the city, and she’s out of boston with little to no warning, moved all the way out to a “home for troubled kids” in a shitty town called silver lake all the way in berkshire county and only has enough time to frantically tell joel where to find the gifts — in a garbage bag that her art teacher agreed to hold onto

this new placement is way worse than the old people. at most they’d been neglectful. this home is … freaky . a weird religious cult, some branch of christianity that ellie’s never heard of, and all the kids living there treat the director guy, david, like he’s — well. like hes god.

ellie wants to run away again, but this time, she can call sarah! right? except she’s not supposed to have the phone and david finds that thing immediately, sniffs it out like a bloodhound and takes it from her. he makes a deal with her. if she’s good, she use it once a day to call sarah. if she’s really good she can get it back - but she cant tell any of the other girls. david says ellie is special.

ellie’s… never been special before. its gross, a little, the way david says it, but she cant complain much. he feeds her and none of her foster siblings are violent even though shes the smallest by far. she figures david will want her to do chores or handy work, some free labor and she’ll get to call sarah & joel every day. it’s no big deal

within just 5 days of living there, ellie realizes that is not what david meant when he said to be good.

at first its just the lingering touches. a hand a little too high or too low . staring in that weird too-long way .. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and she feels the dirt on his fingers for hours.

and then. it’s christmas eve and she’s planning her escape (she knows where the phone is, and she’ll make a break for it. her bag is packed and she’s quick) when david brings her into his prayer-room for something.

u can infer what happens, right?

and when she’s on the ground and his hands are on her jeans she sees some metal shining as she thrashes around and something shining catches her eye and she reaches out and grabs it and its some bowl with a heavy weight at the bottom so ellie bashes it into davids skull

over

and over

and over again

until he falls on the ground and she hits him a few more times for good measure

it’s the middle of the night and snowing like a bitch but ellie wanders outside anyway and just sits on the front porch step under the falling snow

she doesnt know how much time has passed before the time the sun starts rising. but when it does she sees a very familiar big grey truck barreling towards her and ellie thinks she must be dead or dying

but sarah is out of the car before it’s even stopped and joel’s yelling at her for it and ellie’s covered in blood thats not her own so she just stands and walks to the car in a trance and figures its either the gates of heaven or actually fucking joel and sarah

(“you didnt call me all day,” sarah says later, when ellie asks about it, “i knew something was wrong.” and her phone had gps and joel had a gut feeling and her social worker had a few too many missed calls so they took it into their own damn hands and showed up for her)

ellie trips and falls and lands in joel’s open arms and sarah hugs her from the side, crowding her until the phantom touches david left behind on her skin are completely invisible

joel applies for guardianship and it is shockingly easy

sarah’s been getting better, too. transfers to the community college so she can stay in the house and ellie’s being homeschooled for a while so they spend even more time together

running out of steam i might come back to this but i was only thinking abt it all bc sarah and ellie being siblings is SOOO important to me … big sister sarah ykwim ….

#tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #liz writes stuff #sarah miller #sarah tlou #joel tlou #ellie tlou #tlou drabble #joel lives #tommy miller #tlou hbo #tlou2 #the last of us au #the last of us drabble