#cicade

[gradientdescent-does-it-all]

I finished something! No, for real this time.

I am desperate, DESPERATE I tell you to actually get some projects closed out and space freed up in my sewing room. And my office. And my dining room table. And the dining room floor. It is out of control, I tell you!

I lay the blame at least partially on the very lovely lady who I have been associating with lately who enables all my best/worst inclinations by cheering on all my projects while doing just as many of her own at the same time. In the case of this project it's definitely her fault because she insisted it would be Terribly Romantic to learn how to artfully pose the dead, hollow carapaces of a pair of cicadas together. I am not a Terribly Romantic person but you know what? I'm into it. She's right. Playing with dead things is a great date night activity.

I spent all summer scanning the ground for dead insects and I was really proud of the pair I found. Look at this big juicy critter.

What I learned about the process is that you don't really "pin" the insects per se. You rehydrate them so that their little joints can move around, pose them the way you like, and then use the pins to just gently prop up the limbs and the wings in the configuration you want. Once it dries out again, everything stays in place and you just mount it in a box with a dab of glue.

Behold! My very own bug in his stylish little house. And I now no longer have a pile of dead bugs littering my mantlepiece. Small victories.

[tsukumizu]

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Quotes Tournament, Round 1D

Quote A: 

“Although it was only for a short time I had lived in the sky. I was one with the wind. I played together with the sunlight filtered through the trees…Even though only a fragment of the wide world, I was able to travel.”  - Even a Cicada Becomes a Dragon If Reborn, Chapter 1

Quote B: 

"Still… if possible, I wanted to believe. I was able to come here because I believed in someone.”  - Yoo Sangah, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 46

[thursdayglrl]

she said it just feels inhumane to lose this much....

[selfmaderibcageman]

24

m,aybe a less nice bug

[beeelderly]

all my haters become cicaders during my brood season of success

[brt-corner]

[crystalrabbit246912]

First Year Shenanigans

A lot of this will be based off of my personal experiences altered slightly, so if this seems a little weird or OOC, I apologize.

Imagine the school (or maybe just the first-years or a single Dorm - Heartslabyul, probably) having a picnic and Ace or Deuce spill Gatorade or Twisted Wonderland's equivalent of it on their hot dog, but aren't allowed to get another one because each student's only allowed to have one, so they still eat the hot dog, and they're like "It's not bad." Cue the confused reactions.

Also imagine the first-year group trying to cram all of them onto a single blanket because Ace or Epel wanted to see if they could, but failing and just being very disappointed for a moment before shenanigans start again.

Away from the picnic idea, I like the idea of Yuu knowing how to fold origami, which isn't a thing or if it is, not very well known, and giving it to the others and when Yuu walks into their rooms months later, they see the origami and go "You still have that?" And the person whose room it is gets flustered.

Along with the origami idea, I can see Yuu making an origami cicada and throwing it at one of the others while yelling "Cicada!" This starts a game among the first-years where the one who has the cicada has to throw it at one of the others and yell "Cicada!" They even make a verb for it. "Who just cicaded me?" "I need to cicada someone soon." And so on.

This is a private thing for a while until Ace cicadas Riddle because he felt like it. Riddle gets very confused and collars Ace until he explains the game to him and removes the collar. From there, the upperclassmen slowly get included in the game because Riddle would get Trey, Trey would get Rook or Cater, Rook would get Vil, Cater would get Kalim or Lilia, and so on.

From there, the cicada thing becomes a school-wide game where the cicada circulates around everyone for a while and if it falls apart Yuu just makes another one for the cicaded person to hold. Making a new cicada is strictly forbidden unless the previous cicada breaks because they don't want a bunch of cicadas. One is enough.

At some point, Ortho writes up a bunch of rules and gets most people to sign off on it to agree, then hangs it up and gets everyone else participating to sign it. (Some people decided not to participate and there's a list of who you're not allowed to cicada)

The teachers don't know for a while (other than Sam, since his friends on the other side told him what was going on) until the cicada falls back to Ace and he cicadas Deuce by chucking it straight into his face and screaming "HA! CICADA!" right as Crewel walks in and get extremely confused.

The teachers are exasperated by this, but since there are actually rules to the game that are being followed, they let it go as long as the cicada isn't being thrown during classtime. Multiple cicadas have gotten confiscated like that, but they can always get Yuu to make a new one.

If Yuu ever leaves the school premises for a period of time for some reason (like Camp Vargas, Fireworks of the Land of Hot Sands, etc.) they just leave a box full of premade cicadas in Ramshackle with instructions for it to not be touched unless they need a new cicada lest Yuu stop making cicadas for them.

Of course, since no one wants that, they don't touch the box unless they need a new cicada because the old one got confiscated or destroyed (usually by magic because of reflexes. Not many people can cicada Rook or Lilia because of their keen senses.)

[starrystevie]

steve has always been a morning person. he likes waking up and hearing the birds waking up alongside him, the first hints of daylight filtering through his blinds as he stretches in his bed. he's warm, he's cozy, he's content.

the first thing he does after waking up is go downstairs to make a cup of coffee with a splash of milk and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. the second thing he does is take his breakfast outside to the back porch, wiping off dew from his favorite chair, taking in deep breaths of fresh morning air. the third thing he does is tell the sun about eddie munson.

he thinks they're similar, eddie and the sun. bright and warm, full of an uncontainable energy that could somehow be too much for people. the sun's a star and so is eddie. the sun is too much to look at unfiltered and so is eddie. steve will find himself drawn to him like a vine growing under the suns rays in the long summer months, twisting and turning to reach him faster.

it's impossible to look at eddie and not smile, preening under the warmth that he expels, the blanketing comfort that he gives away willingly. days without eddie and his sunshine are few and far between which makes the days eddie's sun doesn't shine feel like winter, the sun rising and setting too close together. he's happiness in a bottle, he's where to turn if you're trying to find your way back home, he's proof that steve's alive.

eddie, on the other hand, has always been a night owl. he likes the pinks and orange that dust the sky as the sun sets, the way the stars peek out of a mystical sky, the frogs and crickets and cicades waking up along with them. he's transfixed, he's calm, he's content.

night means that eddie can crawl up to the trailer roof with a blanket, a few pbrs and a pack of camels. he has wayne yelling at him to be safe as he gets in his truck to head to work for the night shift. he'll make a trip back down to lug up his boombox that's loaded with a mixtape for a certain ex-king before settling in and making himself all nice and comfy. then he'll tell the moon about steve harrington.

he thinks they're similar, steve and the moon. a constant in the night sky and a constant in their little crew, a rock that keeps them all together but gets overlooked by the bright and shiny stars around him. he has phases but he's there, ever changing as he may be. steve is someone that people yearn to travel to, something seemingly out of reach, but once you've landed, you've made your mark. the space race may have well as been about steve harrington because who wouldn't want to have the honor to get to him first?

steve is the moon how he draws eddie to him, controlling the tides of his heart to have him coming back to him every time. he's the bright light in an inky blue night sky that gives him a path through the darkness. eddie charts his path across the sky as diligently as he tracks him on earth, following behind steve in a moondust trail to go wherever he'll allow him.

the two spend dawn and dusk together, wrapped up around each other as the sun and moon tell tales about them to one another. something about a boy who can look at the sun and not be blinded and a boy who will chase the moon anywhere.

[the---hermit]

11|08|2023

The past couple of days have been filled with lots of reading, good food, and increasingly better weather. The sound of cicades plays in the backgroud continuously and I can feel my body slowly realxing as it should. After finishing Nona The Ninth, I read and fell in love with A Psalm For The Wild-Built. That little book brought me so much joy and peace, and I think it will stay at the back of my mind for a good while. At last yesterday I decided to pick up The Poppy War, and today only I read 150 pages. For some reason I was expecting to find some difficulties getting into the story, but I am glued to the pages, and I don't even realize how fast I am reading it.

Chill hobbit summer things of the last few days:

Drinking tea and eating raspberry jam in the morning sun

Reading at the beach while blasing music in my earphones

Listening to podcast as I color mandalas (I am caught up with re:dracula, and ethics town, and I also started and got caught up with the antiquarium of sinister happenings)

Enjoing good food

Keeping up with my daily practice of Irish on duolingo

📖: The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang

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[nikkis-bug-blog]

I named this one Mr. Cicader and he waited by the hose when I was watering the garden so he could get a drink of cool water and I just thought it was cute

[jerek]

All my haters become cicaders when im White Prawn

[saturniidae-served-cold]

All my haters become cicaders

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[gondwana]

Can you post a pic of the cicada jar if thts not too weird? Cicads are so cool

wwelll its only one. i found her dead on my porch at the end of their season. she's from brood x!!! beautiful red eyed little beast. cicadas are such wonderful creatures. when i moved to the midwest i was amazed by them!!!!!!