#mirror bug

[vorekody]

Mirror that eats you but it's not really a mirror

[onenicebugperday]

Mirror-ball spider, Thwaitesia pulcherrima, Theridiidae

Photographed in Madagascar by Frank Deschandol // Instagram

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[satsuha]

little sister

[brokenbough]

Hear me outtttt 141 x reader who always moves around silently and keeps scaring (not like scaring scaring but like a flinch whenever they notice her) the guys in the barracks and they makes her wear small bells around the barracks earning her the call sign bell lol

Awwww this is so freaking cute 🥺

But I have to make it a trauma response now☺️

When you were first recruited, the 141 besides Price, didn't even know you were on base. You were silent when you went to the kitchen late at night for a drink when you couldn't sleep, showering at midnight, reading in the dark of the base's library with a small flashlight. You were silent when you entered the chow hall in the morning, head down and blending in with the masses so as not to get caught.

By who, you weren't sure.

It was safe to say you made it a point not to be seen, heard, or remembered. You were silent when it came to everything you did. It was one of the main reasons Price brought you onto the team, the main reason you were recommended to him.

But, on the off chance that someone was in your quiet spots when you were there, you usually ignored their presence, going about your business quietly. Too quietly for the 141.

This often led to a series of:

"Holy shit! How long have you been there?!"

"Fuckin' hell, don't sneak up on me like that."

"AHH, I didn't see you!"

Or even, "Fuck! You gotta warn me when you come in. Gotta put some fucking bells on you or something.."

You often got hit for waiting behind someone for a chance to the cabinets. It also led to you being constantly stepped on or getting knocked into. It was something you had grown used to and never blamed anyone for it. It wasn't their fault you couldn't walk like a normal person.

You tried to walk a little heavier, but the mere sound of your footsteps made you cringe.

And one day, after sneaking up on Gaz, Ghost, Price, and lastly Soap, they all agreed they needed to do something about this.

Yes, it was useful on the field, but not when they held a burning cup of coffee in their hand. So, they sat you down and had a serious conversation.

"Alright lass," Soap started, elbows on his knees as he looked at you earnestly. "We.. we gotta do something about your uh... lack of sound while walkin'. You're scaring half the platoon and they're all on edge thinking you might be there."

You nod solemnly, about to apologize when Gaz cuts in.

"A-and we know it's not your fault, so no need to apologize. We just gotta come up with some solutions, yeah?"

You nod again though still feeling bad.

Attempt 1:

"Some heavy boots. Makes a bunch of noise when you walk." Gaz suggested, smiling like he solved the problem.

Except, you really didn't like the sound of your footsteps and walked even quieter as to not hear them. Plus, they hurt your feet and thighs when walking, so... 2/10.

"I don't like them. They hurt." You tell Gaz a few days later, dodging a punch when he whipped around.

"Shit. Sorry lass. Alright, let's get something different." He said, heart still racing from being snuck up on.

Attempt 2:

"Maybe just hum a little tune when you come out of your room. Then we'll know where you are." Price suggested with an earnest smile.

You nodded, agreeing to sing or hum when you were out. The only problem with this was that, unless you were eating breakfast, you didn't really come out until later. At night, type of later.

So yeah, you would sing a song in the kitchen at night while making a cup of tea or getting water. It would creep out all the soldiers when the song traveled, and anyone up later would hear you and think they're being haunted, leading to Price checking it out himself at all hours of the night only to be creeped out by your choice of song.

"I'll.. be right behind you~ No~ matter where you goooo. I'll.. be there to surprise you. And I~ just want you to know~

"I'm the monster underneath your bed. I'm every thought inside your head. You can run, but you can't hide. I am already inside--"

"Hey." He cuts off, stepping into the dark kitchen.

You halt all movement, facing away from him.

"Uh.." He says, coming closer.

"Yes?" You prompt, finally moving again as you continue to make your tea.

"What're you doing up?" He asks, coming to your side to see what you're working on.

"Making tea. Would you like some?" You ask softly.

"Uh no. I'm gonna go back to sleep, but.... you're kind of creeping out the soldiers now." He says apprehensively, hoping to not hurt your feelings.

"I understand." Is all you say, taking your tea back to your room.

Attempt 3:

It's Soap's turn now to come up with something so that the soldiers stop being on edge, wondering if you're around the corner or the next.

"Well. On ma family's farm, we got a couple o' cows and put bells on them so we know when they're up and moving." Soap says, getting a few thoughtful hums around the kitchenette's small table.

It's a little dehumanizing to say the least, but you don't want to scare anyone anymore, or be stepped on, or dodge a hit when someone turns around. So yeah, you decide to get some small bells to put on your belt loops.

Every time you enter a room anyone there can hear the small jingle and not be startled when you're suddenly at their side. And it works. No more terrified yelps or being screamed at (by accident) for popping up out of nowhere.

Though still, some soldiers still have PTSD from your late night singing, or just being wary in general in case you forgot to put your bells on.

Anyway, the base starts to see you, hear you, and remember your cute little golden bells that rest against the side of your thighs, swaying with each step.

"Hey, Bells. Heard you this time." They all commend with a smile, thankful as to not be scared by you anymore. Some start to ask why you're wearing bells, others asking for pointers on how to walk silently for when they get deployed.

Sometimes, the recognization gets a little too much and you take off the bells so that you can go about your day without being recognized. It's easier that way more often than not, but you still try to wear them for the sake of everyone else

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Bro, I walk like this cause of my misophonia 😢 sorry it took so long to complete, I didn’t know how to write this out 😭

[myloveonherknees]

@mothercain. “two sluts in a bathroom” twitter, 5 mar 2021.

[heartnosekid]

bewitchedoddities_ on ig

[artifacts-and-arthropods]

Tarsolepis Moths: these moths feed on the tears of other animals, including humans, often using their proboscis to sip the tears directly from the corner of the eye

Moths of the genus Tarsolepis have cryptic wing-patterns that mimic the appearance of wood, but their wings are also decorated with several patches of highly reflective scales that have a silvery, almost mirror-like appearance when exposed to direct light.

Several of these moths are known to engage in lachryphagy, meaning that they drink the tears of other animals. They generally do this with large mammals like water buffalo, elephants, cattle, and horses, but they've also been observed drinking the tears of human beings.

The moth will typically hover near the host's face while it uses its proboscis to sip the fluid from around the eye.

This behavior might seem disturbing, but Tarsolepis moths are not known to be harmful, aside from causing very mild irritation and/or inflammation when they probe the host's eye with their proboscis.

As this article notes:

The hosts’ reaction to the moths approaching them, trying to alight near eyes, or being settled there with the proboscis probing or rubbing on lid and cornea, has been outlined in some detail; reactions are generally mild. Of course such massive moths as Tarsolepis can disquiet a sensitive host by just circling around it, but when the insects persisted the host often ended up tolerating the intruder.

Lachryphagous behavior has also been observed in moths from several other genera/families; it's known to occur in species like Rhagastis olivacea, Arcyophora longivalvis, Poncetia albistriga, and Hemiceratoides hieroglyphica (those are just a few examples).

Researchers believe that moths engage in lachryphagy as a way to supplement their diet with important nutrients, especially sodium.

Sources & More Info:

Moths of Borneo: Tarsolepis sommeri

The Heaviest Tear-Drinkers: Figures 42, 43 and 51

Journal of Vector Ecology: Blood, Sweat, and Tears: a Review of the Hematophagous, Sudophagous, and Lachryphagous Lepidoptera

iNaturalist: Genus Tarsolepis

[clownpalette]

I HAD A VISION OKAY

Please someone draw them cute I beg you

I've been laughing over fat fuck Glisten for 5 minutes help 😭😭😭💀

I wanna see how my non oc posts perform ✌ this might be a test

Felt cute, might delete later

NOT MY CHARACTERS ‼️‼️‼️

[lemonlimestar]

if i’m not drawing domestic timkon who am i…..

based on this piece by ernest chiriacka

[vorekody]

Mirror that eats you

[emiplayzmc]

(The Infestation belongs to @slumbrr-r and their Dandy's World: "Operation: Ichor" AU)

Welp, this guy has wormed his way into my skull, lol. Needed to get out some fanart for The Infestation after 'Entomophobia,' otherwise it was gonna bug me forever 🙏

Still thinking about that comic......

Love me a villain with psychic abilities, and this was super fun to draw! He's so shaped :>

Alt version:

[drabbles-of-writing]

Centipede Kai angst is so funny to me because I'm gonna be totally real. I think Kai would forget he's inhuman. I think he was going through so much hell he didn't even clock something monstrous was happening to him. The others are the ones to notice he has like mandibles hiding between his cheek and teeth and Kai's only reaction is to squeal and yell GROSS for a few hours before he tries to do weird shit with it. It takes him a week and then he forgets about it.

He'll remember once in a blue moon and check to make sure the centipede-ness is still there, then go back to his daily business. His sister turned into a sea-dragon, his borderline brother has an oni form, one of his friends was a ghost for a while, 2 of them are robots, & the new sister he adopted does WAY more 'monstery' things than him on a regular basis. He has so many more things to worry about than the weird bug-scales on his back

Now, whether or not he'd have angst over having a permanent reminder from the Land of Monsters...is another story

[bluequillss]

hornet <33

[alienbath]

With see-through wings, these guys have a cute nickname in Spanish that translates to “little mirror”

(Source: earth.com)

[updatingranboo]

insta story from ranboo??

[sevastiel]

Why this ☀️ so mad