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ikemoths · 1 year
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Royal walnut moths!! They look so much like plushies, their fluff has a very fuzzy texture to them and that coupled with their adorable eyes makes them the sweetest boys on earth i swear 🥺🥺the scrunmlkly,,, the cute,,,
this amazing video by entomology_1 on youtube (check them out!! amazing bug content :3) shows their absolute beauty in full. i NEED to hold one of these someday!!
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thunderstruck9 · 1 year
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Anthony Cudahy (American, 1989), fold, 2019. Oil on canvas, 24 × 24 in.
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onenicebugperday · 7 months
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@rogueinkglitch submitted: A plethora of friends from Ohio! A lovely mantis who has made its home in the flower garden and is getting bigger by the day, one of the many cicadas who I have been rescuing from the pavement on my college campus, a caterpillar, an absolute stunning centipede, two of the many millipede found in a crevice in a rock face while hiking, a beetle of some kind, another beetle, and a very pretty moth who did a little wiggle dance then went to sleep on my arm for a while before I coaxed her back onto a leaf so I could go inside. Exact ids on any of these babies would be appreciated, all are from Ohio!
Side note you are one of my favorite blogs, most of my friends are not insect fans so I love sharing my finds here where I know a lot of people will enjoy them!
Thank you! I am very glad to receive and coo over any and all bug photos, so you've come to the right place.
In order: Chinese mantis, dog-day cicada, white-marked tussock moth caterpillar, NOT a centipede but rather a black and gold flat millipede, American giant millipede, would need a clearer photo but looks weevil-y?, not a beetle but a leaf-footed bug, and finally idk offhand. Brown mystery moth.
Thanks for sharing all your lovely friends!
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neechees · 8 months
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Have you done an Oleander hawk-moth for the outfits yet?
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[image description: semi realistic digital art rendering of a fancy shawl dancer. They have medium brown skin, gold and silver piercings, and green regalia with white fringes and light tan moccasins. They run frantically with a worried look on their face. The design on their vest resembles the shape of the hawkmoth featured next to them, cropped in a circle. Their underskirt and leggings are dark with, and is a sparkly material that shines light green and light blue in the light. end description.]
(from the "send me a moth or butterfly species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it" series)
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pigeon-wishes · 5 months
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Day 30 everyone’s favourite cryptid MOTHMAN! For the prompt warning!
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arthistoryanimalia · 8 months
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1. Dedham Pottery (Dedham, MA, 1896-1943)
Moth Plate, 1931
Glazed earthenware
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2. René Lalique (French, 1860-1945)
Papillons Vaporizer, early 20th c.
Pressed glass & brass
Both on display at Washington County Museum of Fine Arts (Hagerstown, MD, USA)
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sitting-on-me-bum · 3 months
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North American giant silk moth
COURTESY TIM BOSLEY
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peaceinthestorm · 4 months
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Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967, American) ~ June Night (Luna Moth, Tulip Tree in Bloom by Moonlight), 1959
[Source: burchfieldpenney.org]
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melis-writes · 9 months
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Ok hear me out and I know im insane for this.. we need Victoria x Patrick Bateman smut ASAP
Shipping Victoria x Patrick; did you know I’m utterly insane? 🤭 The wildest prompt pairing I’ve ever received in my life is this by far, and I thought Victonny was wild in the beginning. 😅😅 WELL. 💀 I know Miss Victoria was subjected to a Patrick Bateman era a little while ago and a lot of questions about him and her were asked/submitted sjsjsjsjs. 😵‍💫 You requested and I’m here to deliver!! This is my very first time writing for Patrick Bateman…😅 I am considering writing more for him alone but here goes Victoria x Patrick starting off towards smutty themes…🥵
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’55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side. American Gardens...’ Repeating the address in your mind as you enter the luxurious, high security apartment building; the exact one specified to you numerous times by your direct supervisor and one of the vice presidents at Pierce & Pierce; Patrick Bateman.
Having only worked in the same building let alone firm with Mr. Bateman for only a week, you can’t help but find it slightly unnerving and odd, yet also courteous to be invited to Mr. Bateman’s private residence so soon.
Still, you’re not one to give up opportunity of any kind, especially ones you can take advantage of.
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How many can say they’ve had the same privilege of being able to meet with and discuss their work and performance with someone as influential as Patrick Bateman and so soon?
‘11th floor.’ Stepping into the elevator, you smoothen out your blazer and patiently wait to be taken up to the eleventh floor; your heart already beginning to race from a mix of nervousness and excitement.
You have to take this meeting with Mr. Bateman as you would competition at work; you’re not the only one in line applying to become Patrick’s personal assistant and secretary after all.
You remember briefly seeing another young woman in her mid twenties named Lily during your interview who was also accepted on a preliminary basis as you.
Pierce & Pierce wanted to see which candidate was more qualified since you and the other candidate, Lily, brought similar skillsets and experience to the role promising an excellent benefit’s package and excellent pay.
You were not trained at the same time with Lily nor did you ever see her around Patrick since employment courses and training were provided on a one-on-one basis with Mr. Bateman and away from prying eyes.
This leaves you to now guess that Mr. Bateman must be personally picking between you and Lily as to who he wants to hire permanently as his personal assistant and secretary; a formality and nothing more.
For dinner tonight, you can assume Patrick will either let you know he’s chosen you as a permanent hire, or that he’s chosen Lily over you; whatever answer, you’re completely prepared. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now, after all.
Just as you reach the door to Patrick’s suite, you’ve barely reached your hand out to ring his doorbell when you find the front door already opening for you.
Blinking in surprise, you watch as the front door opens to reveal half of Patrick’s suite and his back turned to you, walking away already.
“You’re late,” Patrick states, paying no attention to you as he begins to make his way back towards the living room.
“You wanted to see me at 7:00 PM sharp, sir,” stunned, you take a step inside Patrick’s grandiose, modern suite; unsure whether to focus on him or the striking features and décor of his beautiful home standing out to you.
Hearing your voice instead of Lily’s, Patrick stops in his tracks.
He turns around, facing you with an amused, beaming smile over his face; a completely different tune than how disappointed he sounded just seconds ago.
“So I did. Hello, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick greets you in his cool, soothing tone. “I was expecting a mutual coworker of ours, if you could guess.”
“Lily, was it?” Blushing a little, you begin to slip off your heels and notice Patrick watching your every move with complete interest. “Were you supposed to see her earlier this evening?”
“Actually, that’s none of your business, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick answers, completely nonchalant and still smiling. “But it means well for you.”
“Right,” you murmur, still finding yourself growing adjusted to Patrick’s somewhat erratic behaviour, let alone his distractingly sexy looks every single time your eyes land on him. “Sorry, um,” you clear your throat, clasping your hands in front of you, “there’s no reason now for me to hide how I feel about that.”
“I figured,” Patrick chuckles, gesturing towards his kitchen. “Would you like a drink? I have a number of fine Italian wines that I believe you would enjoy.”
Before you can even answer, Patrick heads into the kitchen with enthusiasm in every step as you politely move into the living room and take a seat upon one of his loveseats.
“Sangiovese wine in specific,” Patrick continues speaking, grabbing out a bottle and admiring the front label. “It’s a fine red wine popular in Italy. One can always find Sangiovese grapes growing in Tuscany, it’s native region, not to mention other various southern and central parts of Italy.”
“That sounds perfect, thank you,” you’re practically mesmerized by Patrick’s tone and how he can make what would be the most mundane, unnecessary explanation by anyone else sound like a fairy tale to you.
“From the moment we met, I came to the observation you enjoy red wine and red wine alone. White wine is not to your liking, is it?” Patrick takes out two wine glasses from his cupboard, setting them down on his kitchen counter in front of your line of vision.
“You’ve observed well,” you nod, smiling back. “I suppose I could have white wine every now and again but I’ve always preferred red.”
“You have excellent taste in wine,” Patrick compliments, pouring a quarter serving of wine in both glasses. “Sangiovese wines such as this one—” Patrick taps the bottle of wine with the back of his fingernails, “are rich in flavor. Even the color derives meaning from it’s name; the blood of Jupiter.” He picks up both glasses of wine, moving towards you. “You may enjoy the prominent cherry flavor upon first taste, but the dried herbs will add to a delectable aftertaste with a hint of plum.” Patrick hands you your glass of wine, pausing for a moment to smile at you again and give a small nod. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
Nodding, you take your glass of wine and blush. “I almost always drink a Sangiovese wine. You read me like a book, Mr. Bateman—”
“Patrick,” he corrects sharply while maintaining an overly friendly attitude. “You’re in my home now, Miss Ferrari. You don’t have to be formal with me.” Patrick raises his glass of wine to his lips. “I however, will call you whatever I wish.”
Taking a sip of your wine, you maintain eye contact with Patrick and find yourself clenching your legs while being unaware of it, but everything from how your expression changes, your body language and reaction times are noted by Patrick immediately and well.
“Patrick,” you repeat back, feeling your face grow hot with blush. “Thank you for this opportunity.”
“It presented itself,” Patrick swallows his wine, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him without taking his eyes off of you. “I saw what a patient yet confident and demanding woman you were throughout this week. I couldn’t take this position right from your hands now, could I?”
“I didn’t see it that way,” you reply back, “I always pictured you putting it in my hands.”
Patrick chuckles, shaking his head. “You more than have it now. I’m glad we made such an impression on you at Pierce & Pierce. That other woman, Lily, didn’t seem to think so.”
Your eyes widen a little but you hold your tongue, remembering Patrick practically scolding you a few moments ago for asking about Lily.
Patrick grins devilishly at you, noticing how you grow quiet. “I appreciate the gesture, Victoria,” he says your name for the first time, rising from his seat to sit directly next to you. “You won’t ask further questions.”
“You told me it was none of my business,” your heart begins to pound in your chest as you pick up the scent of Patrick’s heavenly cologne surrounding you. “And so it isn’t.”
“That’s right,” Patrick smirks. “You’ll find we do things differently at Pierce & Pierce; our rules do not shift but they are enforced strict. I have my own set of rules, and I have them for you now too.”
“Such as?” You can hardly focus on drinking your wine this close to Patrick.
“Your work attire,” Patrick places his hand over your thigh, sending a wave of excitement and pleasure rushing through you. “This skirt, for example…” He knits his brows, looking displeased.
“Oh,” you blink, unable to find anything wrong with the black, knee-length pencil skirt you’re wearing and had been wearing to work earlier today. “I’m sorry, what exactly don’t you like about it?”
“It’s not short enough,” Patrick’s eyes meet yours once again. “I want you to wear something shorter next time. Flatter your figure. You’d look good in something tighter and shorter.”
Your eyes don’t leave Patrick’s, but you can feel his hand taking your wine glass away gently and placing it down to reduce risk of you dropping it in surprise from how focused you are on Patrick’s words now.
“I’ve made my observations about you all week, Victoria,” Patrick continues, lowering his tone of voice as his hand begins to slowly glide up your skirt. “Your performance at Pierce & Pierce was more than satisfactory. Your attention to detail…” His hand moves up further to your upper thigh as you find yourself relaxing and spreading your legs further, but at a complete loss of words from throbbing, surprising arousal racking over your body. “Immaculate.”
You’ve no idea when Patrick’s face got so close to yours to breathe his words upon your neck, but you can’t get enough of feeling his firm, large hand caressing your skin.
“How you act around me is not workplace appropriate, so,” Patrick gives your thigh a squeeze, trailing his finger to trace your jawline. “I took the liberty to invite you somewhere private. My home—where you could indulge on all the dirty thoughts you have in my office about me. Isn’t that right?”
“Patrick…” Your eyes widen as you let out a soft whimper, watching his hands move underneath your skirt.
“And where I don’t have to sit and imagine what it’s like to feel your soft, supple skin; to touch and caress your thighs while adoring your body as one would do to a piece of art.” Patrick nuzzles your neck—his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the scent of your perfume.
With that, you feel Patrick's hand harshly smack your thigh, causing a quiet yet surprised moan to fly out of your mouth as you clutch onto his shoulder and feel his hand tenderly rubbing over the reddening skin where he hit you.
“Where I can have you all to myself.”
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heatherannchristie · 3 months
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walterdoodles · 1 month
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Okay, so I finally finished that beadwork I was doing!
Btw this is my first time doing this so don't make fun of me!
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I'm really proud of it! Even the the edges are bad and I messed on the wings but I love it regardless🥰♥️
Now I'm doing more for my family
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Just started this🧍 y'all.. I gotta finish this before May 7th
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ikemoths · 1 year
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The pine processionary moth is a very goofy moth in its larval form as they make these massive conga lines when walking around. Very goofy and silly 10/10.
The adult moth is a more typical moth with boring colours but AAAHHHH that fluff!! it has a little fuzzy scarf!!! :3
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Photo by Paul Crook on Unsplash
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onenicebugperday · 2 years
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Male North American luna moth, Actias luna, Saturniidae
Photos by rbantjes
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neechees · 9 months
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rosy maple moth c:
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[image description: digital drawing rendering in a semi realistic style of a fair skinned, fat, tattooed fancy shawl dancer. She has blonde hair with brown roots, and her tattoos are of a sleeping lion under her right arm, and a red octopus on the other. The dancer looks down with their right arm folded up over their head, holding a shawl behind her back, while her left arm rests lazily just over her abdomen. her regalia is pink, magenta, and yellow colored. Her skirt is pink satin with a golden ivy motif pattern, with ribbons of dark purple, dark orange, magenta, and yellow sewed at the sides in a triangular shape pointing upwards. a geometric design of triangles resembling the moth sits in the ceneter, with red maple leaf patterns in the yellow fabric, and a pink rose at the center diamond of the design. She wears plain, light tanned hide moccains, and a magenta vest with similar designs as the skirt. The shawl is hidden behind her back but has dark purple fringes and the shawl is colored yellow and pink. end description.]
(send me a moth or butterfly species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it series)
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SUMMARY: A rising body count leads a teen to suspect that the new student at their all-girls boarding school is a vampire.
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