#cw insect death

[that-gay-jedi]

I just killed a huge and really creepy looking bug in my room and its guts smelled like underripe bananas so that was fucking weird.

Please let this not be the alien invasion. I'm not ready to welcome new overlords right now.

[saltedsolenoid]

there's a bunch of weird roaches in my house this summer, which is weird because we don't usually get roaches? like, the climate isn't right for them, but i digress. I killed one of them in the most inhumane and horrific, utterly isolating way and it's something that keeps me up at night. I swear, I can see it. Also i killed one by throwing a sandal at it and then hitting it repeatedly and i gotta say i get why moms do that now. Anyways am i getting haunted by a bug please respond soon

[hrokkall]

HOW TO PIN YOUR INSECTS:

Position limbs into desired arrangement and pin in place

Maintain eye contact

Pin should pass through the center of the thorax

Move slowly; lest the divine light leak out along with the ichor

Wait for the embers to die.

Wait for the embers to reignite.

[vermium]

“Stop, Geoffrey, that’s not food! That’s the Ambassador you are eating!”

[horygory]

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

[promptcontainmentzone]

MISC FALLOUT SCENARIO PROMPTS. pulled from moments in various games. warnings for death, violence, drugs, alcohol, bugs, etc. add + REVERSE to change up who's doing what.

[ 22 ] - our muses explore vault 22 together.

[ DEATHCLAW ] - our muses are caught in a small space. there is an indeterminate amount of deathclaws outside.

[ GLOW ] - our muses explore the glowing sea.

[ STIMPACK ] - sender gives receiver a stimpack.

[ MADRE ] - our muses search for the treasure of the sierra madre.

[ DIVIDE ] - our muses explore the divide.

[ LUCKY ] - our muses get kicked out of a casino.

[ SYNTH ] - one muse is suspected by the other of being a synth.

[ BOUNTY ] - there's a price on sender's head. receiver is either hunting or hiding them.

[ IDES ] - our muses kill caesar.

[ GOODSPRINGS ] - our muses share a drink in the goodsprings saloon.

[ GRAVE ] - our muses dig a grave.

[ SNEAK ] - sender steals (or attempts to steal) something valuable from receiver.

[ RADIATION ] - receiver has radiation sickness. sender helps out.

[ FROZEN ] - sender was frozen in a vault (utp if they're pre war or if they just got caught in a situation). receiver is the first person they see upon thawing.

[ RIGGED ] - sender shot receiver. receiver is now chasing receiver through the wasteland. they meet.

[ SCORPION ] - sender has been brawling with giant radscorpions in the thorn. receiver reacts.

[ EGGS ] - our muses are on an ill-fated hunt for deathclaw eggs.

[ MEGATON ] - sender blew up megaton. receiver reacts.

[ UNDERWORLD ] - our muses explore the underworld.

[ TRANQUILITY ] - our muses "wake up" in tranquility lane.

[ AWAKE ] - sender nearly died. they wake to receiver, who's fixed them up (to the best of their ability).

[ RAIDER ] - our muses bargain with raiders.

[ BULLET ] - our muses have a shootout.

[ FISH ] - our muses see fish. maybe for the first time.

[ BOOMER ] - our muses attempt to get into boomer territory without being blown up.

[ LOCKPICK ] - sender watches receiver pick a lock.

[ HACK ] - sender watches receiver hack a terminal.

[ EMPTY ] - our muses get stuck in the big empty. brains optional.

[ SHROUD ] - our muses argue about who has to wear the silver shroud costume (and then - optionally - go run heroic errands).

[ SMOOTHSKIN ] - sender is pretty damn sure they're a ghoul. receiver is hellbent on convincing them they aren't.

[ TINKER ] - sender requests help with fixing something from receiver.

[ STAR ] - our muses find a sunset sarsaparilla star bottle cap and are attacked by a treasure hunter.

[ MOONLIGHT ] - our muses camp overnight in the wasteland.

[ DINKY ] - our muses enjoy the view from the top of novac's resident dinosaur.

[ EDUCATION ] - receiver teaches sender a little something about a skill of their choice.

[ ANIMAL ] - receiver watches as sender hangs out with wasteland wildlife.

[ STORM ] - our muses are caught in a radstorm.

[ HEARTH ] - sender shows receiver their home.

[ RECIPE ] - sender teaches receiver a recipe at a campfire on the trail.

[creepincrawl]

Tribute to my wonderful mantis, Daffodil.

Today I unfortunately had to say goodbye to my desk buddy Daffodil, she lived to be about 15 months old. Definitely the longest living mantis I've ever kept. She often seemed to be quite interested in watching what I was doing on my computer, which I always found quite charming. She was one of the most aggressive mantids I've ever seen towards food, yet ironically she had terrible aim!

I thought I'd include some pictures from a Daffodil photoshoot my good friend helped with that I don't think I ever shared.

I'll miss you, Daffodil.

<3

[avephelis]

buggy splat (risetober 23: oozesquitos)

[sleepyfan-blog]

Incubation

Author’s note: Hello. The Typhus Botflies have never left. Here’s another chapter. Please, please mind the tags and ask me to tag something if it bothers you First. Previous. Next.

Tagged: @ms--lobotomy @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, body horror, manipulation, forced geneseed pregnancy, smut, poison, stinging insect mention

Summary: You wakeup in Typhus’ bed, on his flagship. You are miserable and he is happy to have his Little Isha by his side.

You awaken, once again, in a fetid, stinking, dimly lit room with a large pair of arms wrapped possessively around your body. Cold armored hands resting lightly against your distended belly. The deep, rumbling purr of your captor, his head resting on top of yours as he sleeps. 

Yet again, the dream that once was your life of freedom and power as a rogue trader fades from your mind. Bitterness and longing vie for dominance in your heart as you slowly wriggle your way out of Typhus’ grasp, as you urgently need to use the bathroom. The stench in here is far worse, and it takes all of your will not to throw up as you quickly do your business.

You catch sight of yourself in the grimy, filth-covered mirror and wince. Your skin is several shades paler, the bags under your eyes are deep, and there is a miserable and defeated look on your face that you hate. The geneseed that Typhus had implanted inside of you weeks ago has swollen in size, making it very difficult for you to walk.

Not for the first time, you are tempted to use your psyker abilities to rid yourself of the foul things growing within your womb… But your captor was frustratingly attuned to any miniscule warp-use that you attempted and would be at your side within moments, cooing a mixture of threats and flirtations in your ear as he loomed large over you, holding you close. You heave a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you open the door, unsurprised to find Typhus awake and less than an inch from the bathroom door.

At first his habit of doing this had startled you terribly. But you'd grown used to his many strange and unsettling habits. “Hello Typhus. I'm going back to sleep.” You grumble at him, starting to move around him.

He scooped you up, grinning down at him with the half of his face he had left, some of the destroyer bees crawling out of his empty eye socket and into the hole in one of his cheeks. They buzzed and hummed along with him as he spoke “Aww, but the day has begun, my little wife, and you are already up.”

You bite back a scathing comment, not wanting to rouse his anger this early in the morning. “But… I am tired. I did not sleep well last night. The -” abominations “Geneseeds have grown to the point where I need to pee every hour and finding a spot to sleep where I'm not in pain, or have difficulty breathing or both is hard. When am I going to be free of these bowling balls inside of me?” 

Typhus listened to your ranting, an indulgent smile on his face as he did so. Once you finished, huffing and scowling up at him he leaned down and kissed you on the lips, tasting of overripe fruit and silly sweet honey. “The geneseeds will incubate for another week at most. I am curious as to how they will be, given that both of us are powerful psykers. Grandfather has asked me to bring another Imperial World into his loving embrace, which is where we are headed.” He brings you up and kisses you on the lips again, walking back to the bed.

“I hope you don't expect me to help if I’ve got Geneseed inside me at the time. I can barely waddle my way over to the bathroom and back before needing to take a break, much less fight.” You grumble. Though… if Typhus does, you are sure you can arrange to be in an unfortunate spot at the wrong time and get killed. You’re pretty sure that would kill the geneseeds inside of you, although you don't know for sure.

Especially since Typhus, the herald of a dead of rot and stagnant decay had shoved them inside of you.

“I would not risk you in such an encounter, my Isha.” Typhus rumbles, pressing nipping kisses down one side of your neck and along your shoulder. One of his large hands comes up to cup one of your breasts - which had swelled somewhat during this… pseudo company, becoming much more sensitive. 

You shudder and try to suppress a moan, though you can't help but lean into your touch. Your libido has been ridiculously high since you started intubating the geneseed. Something that Typhus had been more than happy to take advantage of, the hands, thorny bastard. “Hey… I'm hungry… and not for cock… Right now.” You grouse, leaning away a little from his touch.

Typhus grinned down at you, gently squeezing your breasts again, using his thumbs to rub teasing circles into your highly sensitive nipples. “Are you sure, my flower? Your body responds quite eagerly, and I can smell your sweet nectar.” 

You squeeze your legs together, a blush warming your face. He wasn't wrong, as the bastard's teasing had gotten you wet, your cunt starting to ache a little. You open your mouth to respond when your stomach gurgles loudly, the sounds echoing out of your mouth. You close your mouth again, wordless as you hide your face in his grimy armored skin, flustered.

“Mm, you are hungry, my love.” Typhus teased, a laugh shaking his shoulders and lilting his voice. “What would you like to eat?”

Many things. Few to none of which Typhus would ever give you. You sigh and grumble “Rations that aren't at least half-rotted or taste of cardboard. They upset my stomach.”

The herald of Nurgle hummed, a small grin appearing on his face. He closed his eye, several of his destroyer bees flying off. “I have something for you, something that I think you'll like.”

Oh no. What was he plotting now? You knew that any gift he gave you came with strings attached. “Oh?” You answer, trying for casually curious.

Two nurglings came scampering into Typhus's quarters, following the destroyer bees that he had sent off. Both of them were carrying tarnished silver plates, covered by equally tarnished silver clothes. “Here you are, big brother!” One of the nurglings chirps happily, setting the plate down on the bed next to you.

The other stares at you for several uncomfortably long seconds before setting down the plate in its hand and scurrying off. 

Typhus pulled off the clothes with a flourish “For you, my beloved. Enjoy~”

On the first plate, nearly arranged by color, were several different kinds of dried fruit, arranged into the shape of a flower, surrounding a shallow and small bowl of honey. A very familiar kind of honey, from its smell and color. The second plate had a selection of dried meats (hopefully none of them came from sentient beings) and mushrooms. 

You sighed internally and reached for the plate of fruit first, nibbling on a vibrant orange fruit warily. It had a bright and tangy flavor… You could feel Typhus staring at you, so you dipped the piece of fruit in his honey before taking another bite.

… the thick, sickly sweet flavor of his destroyer honey did make the fruit taste better, throne damn it. You swiftly devoured the rest of the first plate, a warm flush spreading across your nude body. You took a cautious bite of one of the pieces of meat and shook your head. The flavors were too intense for you and you offered them up to Typhus, pressing it to his half-dessicated lips “The meat is not to my taste, but perhaps it will be to yours, my lord?”

Typhus smiles indulgently down at you, and eats from your hand. “I had hoped these would be mild enough for your stomach. I still think a sip or two of one of the Soups would help with your nausea…”

You shake your head back and forth “No the… Flavors would be too complex for me right now. Even smelling the stews turns my stomach.” You also did not want to know what would happen if you drank one of those foul concoctions made to venerate Typhus’ dread Patron.

Typhus hummed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, pulling you up into his lap "Very well. I wouldn't want to upset your delicate stomach, my beautiful flower." One of his hands came to rest on your distended belly, squeezing gently for a couple of moments before sliding lower, squeezing your upper thigh.

The light blush on your face deepens a little, and you go back to eating, trying to ignore the rising desire that Typhus' damn honey provokes inside of you.

Not that your lack of outward reaction stops the Herald of Nurgle as his fingers slowly slide up your inner thighs, gently teasing your lower lips before one of his fingers slowly slides inside of you. "I find myself hungry for something else, my flower. If you would indulge me~?"

"Ah… hah… Maybe… Hng! Maybe after I finish bre--breakfast?" You manage out as his evil, awful finger plunges deep inside of you, curling a little before sliding out, leaving you achingly empty for several seconds too long before plunging deep inside of you again.

"Are you certain? Your nectar coats my fingers thickly, and the way you clench up around me says otherwise, my love." He purrs, grinning down at you, increasing the pace at which his fingers tease your wet and aching cunt.

"Only… Only because of your.. Ngh… Honey! I'd be… hah… Fine otherwise!" You protest, pouting up at him, in the hopes he doesn't take offense at the slip of your tongue.

Blessedly, Typhus only chuckles and kisses you again, nipping on your lower lip before answering "My honey may have helped you along a little, my lovely flower. But you've woken me up more than once this week with those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock as deep as you can take me without gagging, or you straddling me and bouncing up and down on my cock, seeking pleasure. Not that I mind in the least~!"

You try to growl, managing out a pathetically needy mewl instead as a third finger slides inside of you "I… Hah… Can't help it! Fucking… Geneseed drives me nuts!" That and his stupid evil bees sting you hard whenever you tried to get yourself off as he slept beside you. They either couldn't or wouldn't kill you while you carried the tainted geneseed of the Death Guard, but their poison hurt like little else could come close and left you weak-limbed and trembling, gasping for breath as awful nightmares swum in and out of your consciousness.

You can hear the devious smirk on Typhus' face as he purrs down at you "So you say, my lovely wife. I suspect that you merely haven't been satisfied with whoever your past partner or partners may have been and can't get enough of me fucking and filling you over and over again in all the ways you like most."

Indignant, impotent fury battles for the heady lust pulsing through your body at the tempo of the rat-bastard's fingers pumping in and out of you, making it near impossible for you to think of something to say that isn't really fucking stupid, or would make him even more smug.

Before you could come up with something, there was a quick and loud knock on the door to Typhus' quarters, and you jumped a little in his arms.

Typhus frowned a little, his grip on you tightening a little as he called out "Yes, Maleficus, what is it? I told you that I was not to be disturbed this morning until I left my quarters unless something urgent came up."

"And something has, sir. Several of the Thousand Sons' ships have surrounded ours, and Ahriman himself is demanding to speak to you about something. He says that he will take our ship by force and drag you out of your quarters by your ankles if he has to." Maleficus reported, his rusted armor creaking a little.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from deep within Typhus' chest. He bit your shoulder, hard enough to bleed, sucking a dark hickey around the spot before lapping up the blood. He rumbled to you quietly "Wait for me, my flower. I will see what the idiot sorcerer wants and will return to pollinate you, my precious." He slid his fingers out of your pussy, licking them clean of your juices before sliding you off of his lap and getting up. He spoke louder and said "Tell Ahriman I will be on the bridge in five minutes."

"Your will be done, Herald!" The younger Death Guard responds, before turning and clanking off.

"Mm, duty calls, my precious. but I will be back soon enough. In the mean time… One final taste before I deal with a fool who obliterated most of his own brothers on a fools' errand." Typhus rumbled, pulling your legs apart easily and kneeling down. He licked at your pussy and clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt several times, enough to get you moaning and writhing in pleasure at his teasing before abruptly legging go of your legs and turning away. "That is all the time I have for you at the moment. Rest assured that I will be back to finish what I started." With that he left his quarters, leaving you alone to try and recover from his cheeky teasing.

You cover your face with a hand and groan, flopping back against his grimy, fetid sheet covers. You're briefly tempted to psychically contact this Ahriman - who is a potent psyker from the way his presence burns in the warp. But he is also very Tzeenchian, and… Well. You'd rather not have to deal with the constant back-stabbing and machinations of Tzeenchian followers. The slow, inexorable rot of Nurgle wasn't pleasant, but it was, at least, predictable. You sigh, and try to fall asleep, your cunt aching from his teasing ministrations as the honey slowly worked its' way out of your system.

[giulliadella]

Day 4 of posting cute critters we found on a field trip:

Stag beetles! Female is on the left and male posing like a queen is on the right. These beetles are big, but very slow and more or less harmless. They can give you a painful pinch, but only if you’re dumb enough to put your finger between their mandibles. I’ve been playing with these bugs all the time when I was a kid and they never bit me, but their little claws can scratch you a bit in my experience. These beetles have a very short lifespan of just few months in their adult stage. As larvae, they live in rotting wood and as adults they feed only on sweet plant juices. The adults have just one mission: to breed. Males fight each other with those huge mandibles and when they mate with a female, they die. Females live a little bit longer until they lay eggs and then they die. So often, you can find HUNDREDS of stag beetle corpses all over the forest floor. Some people inevitably call the animal protection services because they freak out by it, but it’s completely normal. We found this super cool corpse that ants ate most of, but they left the hard head. Absolutely metal!

[likeyua]

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous [2/∞]

Day of the City

[futurebird]

Eulogy for an Ant

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to remember an ant, a colony member, a sister and a worker: Daffodil the Eastern Black Carpenter Ant. Daffodil loved to explore, she loved to escape and that's how we first got to know her, and suspecting that the same ant was escaping over and over she was given her yellow colors and her name. And it was true, more than many of her sisters she loved to make a break for it, exploring the living room and kitchen, even making it to places that are only rumors to most ants such as "the bathroom" and the mysterious "hallway." But, as much as she wandered, she always came home. Because Daffodil loved her colony, her sisters and her queen. She was was good at digging, she was a brave hunter of injured house flies and even spiders. She grasped life with both mandibles and lived with joy and zest. I'd like to share one of her videos. In it she enjoys some sugar water and shares with her sisters. This is how we all should remember her and hold this little ant in our hearts. For what happens to the children of the colony and what happens to the each of us is the same: as one dies, so dies the other. All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.  So we see that there is nothing better than that an ant should rejoice in her colony and in her work. Goodbye little one.

[czortofbaldmountain]

A prayer to Chthonic Beelzebub

Beelzebub of lifegiving rot,

Of blowflies, fungi and bacteria,

Of all detested carrion eaters,

Beelzebub of abandoned graveyards!

You feed the soil, feed all of Earth,

Oh silent, dark-winged Lord of Flies,

Revealing Nature's age-old secret:

Only with death can life arise.

[mycoblogg]

freaky fungi fact : entomopathogenic fungi !!

entomopathogenic fungi are fungi that can kill or seriously disable insects.

this group of fungi lives in the soil & infects insects by penetrating their bodies to feed on them, & eventually kill them. they are sorted into five divisions (ascomycota, zygomycota, deuteromycota, oomycota & chytridiomycota), each with their own properties.

they have a big impact on insect population dynamics in soil.

there are currently over 800 different entomopathogenic fungi that have been identified.

below the cut are some images of insects that have been infected. CW for animal death + bugs / other critters + just general disturbing imagery.

a beetle parasitised by an unnamed entomopathogenic fungus. [source]

a cicada parasitised by the massospora cicadina fungus. [source]

a spider parasitised by an unnamed entomopathogenic fungus. [source]

[the lovely user who asked me to talk about this : source<3]

[woozywaspy]

girlbossing

x

[wild-e-eep]

A glow worm larva taking down a slug many times its own size.

Wikipedia has a decent write-up of what's going on here under the heading Life cycle: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lampyris_noctiluca#Life_cycle