#fossil flies

[uk-fossils]

Burmese Cretaceous Amber with Multiple Insect Inclusions | Flies & Gnats | UV Fluorescent Fossil | Myanmar | Genuine with COA

This is a remarkable and 100% genuine specimen of Cretaceous Burmese amber, containing multiple insect inclusions, including gnats, flies, and potentially other arthropods, preserved in exquisite detail. This transparent amber piece originates from Myanmar (Burma) and dates back to the Cretaceous period, approximately 99 million years ago.

Under UV light, this piece displays stunning fluorescence, highlighting the beauty of both the fossilized resin and the organic inclusions within. Each insect is visible through the amber matrix, offering a rare glimpse into the diverse ecosystems that coexisted with the dinosaurs.

Fossil Type: Amber with insect inclusions (fossil resin)

Geological Period: Cretaceous (~99 million years ago)

Formation/Locality: Hukawng Valley, Kachin State, Myanmar (Burma)

Inclusions: Multiple insects (Diptera – flies, gnats), potential other microarthropods

UV Feature: Fluorescent under UV light

Scale Reference: Cube = 1cm (see photo for full sizing)

Specimen: Exact piece shown in the photograph is the one you will receive

Authenticity: All of our fossils are 100% genuine specimens and come with a Certificate of Authenticity

Scientific and Historical Significance

Burmese amber from the Cretaceous period is renowned for its exceptional preservation of soft-bodied organisms, particularly insects. These inclusions offer paleontologists extraordinary insight into mid-Cretaceous life. Flies and gnats found in these ambers often belong to extinct families or genera, many described only in recent decades. Each inclusion is a window into Earth's past ecosystems at a time when flowering plants were diversifying and dinosaurs roamed the Earth.

Kingdom: Animalia

Phylum: Arthropoda

Class: Insecta

Order: Diptera (flies, gnats)

Preservation Medium: Fossil tree resin (amber)

Age: Approx. 99 million years (Late Albian to early Cenomanian)

Why This Fossil Is Special

This specimen is not only geologically ancient but also scientifically valuable due to its multiple insect inclusions. Insects trapped in amber offer three-dimensional preservation, making them some of the most informative fossils available. The UV fluorescence further enhances its appeal for collectors and researchers.

Why Buy From Us?

You receive the exact specimen shown in the listing photos

100% genuine Cretaceous Burmese amber with Certificate of Authenticity

Ethically sourced and carefully selected for scientific and aesthetic quality

Ideal for collectors, educational use, and natural history enthusiasts

Own a rare and visually striking piece of the Cretaceous with this fluorescent Burmese amber specimen, featuring multiple gnats and flies, frozen in time for over 99 million years.

[nemfrog]

"An osmylid fly (Neuroptera) from the Miocene shales of Colorado."

Annual report of the Board of Regents of the Smithsonian Institution. 1953.

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[surrah698]

♥️Surrah♥️

Ain't it da troof! 😅😩

[jaaankiey]

JANKIEY AO3 REWIND 2024 EDITION!!!

huh? what? i'm STILL doing the same shit?

2025 is here? what the fuck?? and i'm still in this fandom writing the same pairing? erm... what the scallop!

jokes aside, i'm glad i'm still here, still chugging even if its dumb leafpin stuff. i mean, writing is a good hobby to have or something.

i feel like this is the year of really long works for me, especially for the after-dark pseudo, ohowlom, so its been less about writing a bunch of different works and more about a few different works.

AND i managed to find the first 2023 rewind (again, i am in awe that it's another... YEAR). hopefully this means more to go over yipepepepe!!!

once again, join me as we go over my thoughts on my own works that no one asked for.

putting this under a cut because it's getting a bit long:

maybe you can wish upon a star (MYCWUAS) has spiritually turned into something much worse, enter santa salvacion. hasn't progressed very much due to the fact that i need to be in a specific type of mood to make each chapter (waiting for that hyperfixation to hit here's hoping) but it's gotten good reception! and by good reception, it's downright frightening. go team! :D

the special edition, snows of change, within the battle for warriors au was completed like... january 2024. it's been a while and throughout the year, i've been itching to start work on the official second book so to speak. some plot ideas are floating around, but as of now, it's probably safe to say that this series is in the backburner for now (but ARGHGH CLEARPAW AND SNOWSHADE MY BELOVEDS... I MUST TELL YOUR TALES...)

fluffiest fic of the year for me? hm... like i said, i feel like i haven't written many one-shots this time around. leafpin specific, i would have to go with for all the christmas in the world and/or the scholastic book fair in middle school. otherwise, i thought but with luck (coiny/firey work) had a super cute premise.

the parade of terror is coming is the new psychological drama/horror leafpin longfic that i'm trying to work through! been also putting a lot of work in the back scenes for this one and hope people will enjoy its insanity MWAHAHAH.

let's not forget other minor chaptered fics (that you totally shouldn't be reminded of that i haven't updated them in FOREVER) such as when the birds chase away the snow and the high wills in terms of the leafpin works! i think they're also pretty cute but argh... maybe i got too ahead of myself and jumped to the next idea.

introducing a silly new category for the silly new series, cosmic dreaming!

numerology is the foundational work for this despite being basic in nature. also HOLY COW, IT WAS MADE IN 2023?? all this time i thought it was this year bro...

however, i can confirm that self-worth is actually this year!! following ruby's interactions with the new god of Earth, maybe there's more to the gods than meets the eye as well as the meaning of life. (really this is an exploration into the whole cosmic horror type of writing). def planning more chapters with this and if not, an entirely new work. love the worldbuilding im doing in the background for this and no i will not stop.

moving on, word count! I think it's an interesting measure to track (mainly to see how deep my insanity goes). This is the one thing last year's rewind didn't go over... I think I just forgot so I'll just compare now.

Now, I'm not sure how Ao3's word count in the statistics page works (not sure if it counts builds from last year's word count into the new year or it solely. Leaning towards the former because there is no way I wrote as much as ao3 claims I have).

For reference, 2023's word count was 140,883 words! (jankiey2 started in 2022 and for that year, it said I only wrote 140,883 words).

For 2024? Nearly DOUBLE!!! 2024's word count was/is 303,706 words! (give or take in the off chance i somehow upload something before this year ends officially).

Despite being started in 2023, I gotta say the heaviest hitters were ohowlom's hammer and metal along with santa salvacion. (maybe what's new but sorry yall been slipping on getting that finished i have attachment issues kldnvakldnva).

ok but tell me why there's a fat chance that like 90% of those words... is all leafpin i s2g. /j i be like "im so normal" and then i do this shit.

last year's rewind has a little list of stuff i hoped to get to in the new year and while i don't have much ideas now (plus looking back, i realized i didn't do SHIT), let's do it anyways!

INTO THE 2025:

again, nothing's definite because ideas come and go like the summer birds, but hopefully they persist long enough in my mind to get done.

jankiey-specific works:

make a firey and firey jr work. PLEEEASE i love their dynamic and i have such cool ideas in my head... please i am suffering.

continue work on self-worth and the overall cosmic dreaming series/worldbuilding.

finish santa salvacion or at least... write more than two chapters for it.

FINALLY work on that sequel in the battle for warriors series.

ohowlom-specific works:

actually complete both what's new and hammer and metal. yes its gonna hurt me so bad staring at the screen and being like... "tHATS ALL??" but they have to be completed some day.

continue working on the parade of terror is coming. made like... a graph for it. future me will be pissed that i forget to update this.

Hope next year treats everyone well again! If you're a long time reader, thank YOU for reading my works and such. Don't care if you started this year or before, I appreciate you so much jkfnvjkndvjak!!! This year I recall chatting with a few awesome commenters on my works; really appreciate each one of yall.

[graceatthemargins]

Ancient paths

I walked the path, glowing in the sunlight, trees leaning over dappling the way ahead, I walked where others had walked on the sun warmed stones pebbling the path. — I walked where thousands of others went, and listened to the warble of the blackbird watched the robin dance along the way keeping watch, as centuries of birds had done. — I breathed air that had filled ancestors’…

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A proposal to stop labelling carbon dioxide as a pollutant and instead celebrate it as a "foundational nutrient for all life on Earth" will be up for debate at the United Conservative Party's (UCP) annual general meeting(opens in a new tab) in November. The resolution, which includes abandoning Alberta’s net-zero targets, flies in the face of the scientific consensus(opens in a new tab) that carbon dioxide emissions created by humans burning fossil fuels is one of the primary drivers of global warming.  The increased temperatures, in turn, cause more frequent and extreme weather(opens in a new tab) like wildfires, floods, heat waves, storms and droughts.  A study published in Nature (opens in a new tab)found the deadly 2021 heat dome in BC that killed more than 619 people was amplified by climate change, and that other events like the fires that tore through Jasper this summer are made more likely and exacerbated by climate change.  The policy resolution put forward by the Athabasca-Barrhead-Westlock and Red Deer South constituency associations says the carbon cycle is a biological necessity and "The earth needs more CO2 to support life and to increase plant yields, both of which will contribute to the health and prosperity of all Albertans."

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland @abpoli

[gingerdusk]

The sky islands, Bee. They are so boring. Please tell us how you would spice them up.

Biomes would be the easiest one. Higher isles with colder flora, lower ones with more greenery. Location-specific fauna, too; you find where the rainbow pigeons from Eldin go to roost, or you have frogs be exclusively above places like Faron.

Weather should impact the appearance of places. Crackly and dry above Eldin, slick and vibrant green above Faron, etc.

Skyward Sword references. The ruins of the Isle of Storms hovering off on its own. An island overgrown with pumpkins. Another one with bamboo—maybe a source of cane sugar. Fossilized Loftwing egg with a sidequest to revive it, you get a baby bird at your Tarrey Town house. Remlits. Please give me Remlits.

A set of floating isles that's made of one of the great skeletons, kept aloft by tree roots twined around it.

Instead of (or maybe alongside) Korok puzzles, places in the sky to plant Korok seeds and make new Deku Sprouts, similar to Wind Waker.

An Eventide archipelago challenge. Navigate with nothing.

A baby settlement. Some Zonai Survey thrill-seekers got a balloon up here and are trying to set up camp.

^ Expanding on this, turn it into a Tarrey Town kind of settlement. Help build bridges and ziplines between islands, build-your-own-Skyloft.

Dragon shrines that let you locate the dragons if you have their corresponding outfits.

Wreck of an observatory someone made years and years ago. The bed there still works, and there's environmental (NOT diary) storytelling of what the place used to be.

Wind Tribe. From Minish Cap. Caretakers of the skies.

More sky-only enemies. Aerocuda are good, and the constructs are decent, but I miss honest-to-goodness variety. Kargaroks, Skytails, etc! And make variations. I don't mean fire/electric/ice reskins, we have enough of those. I mean like, if they have different elements, give them different BEHAVIOR. Gleeoks are a good example of this.

A big puzzle in the sky that takes dedication to put together. Like, you know the shrine crystals? Imagine, you do all the sky ones, and they make a constellation you can see connect to each other at night of the Light Dragon. And at three different points on the constellation, you find three different Light Dragon armor pieces (which it is a CRIME there is no Light Dragon outfit).

The islands the Light Dragon flies over on her path should have a single Silent Princess at the center of each.

Just off the top of my head, could probably think up more.

[mirikiro-san]

Hello people of Tumblr, me and a friend had thought it would be fun to make ship names for many Dandy’s World combinations and I am here to share what we have so far! It’s veryyyyyy long, so it shall be under the line, thank you :>

There is NO Toodles or Pebble ships, because what the fuck. We plan to get everyone (that is plausible and not disgusting), and make silly poly ships as well. If you have any requests for poly ships, we’ll happily take them :D! Please feel free to use the ship names, we would be very happy to see them used, even!

(Because it’ll be easiest, this post will get updated with the other ships once they’re all made, so look out for that!)

Poppy: Ocean dancing (Boxten and Finn) Lava lamp (Brightney) Pop music (Boxten) Free Hugs (Boxten and Goob) Yarn Ball (Scraps) Bubble Tea/Ramune (Teagan) Thermal Vents (Finn) Soda and Mentos (Shrimp

Boxten: Ocean dancing (Poppy and Finn) Lullaby (Astro) Free Hugs (Poppy and Goob) Regal ball (Teagan) Heavy metal (Shrimpo) Treasure Chest (Gigi)

Finn: Ocean dancing (Boxten and Poppy) Angler fish (Brightney) Mariana Trench (Shrimpo) Midnight fishing/Midnight zone (Astro) Thermal Vents (Poppy) Flying fish (Flutter)

Shrimpo: Strangulation (Goob) Narcissist (Glisten) Cat fight (Scraps) Cyberbully (Vee) Burglary (Dandy) Trickster Mythos (RnD) Nightmares (Astro) Heavy metal (Boxten) Rage room (Tisha) Throwing tomatoes (Sprout) Cavities (Cosmo) Bug bites (Flutter) Caveman (Shelly) Soda and Mentos (Poppy) Weed killer (Dandy)

Tisha: Flight attendant (Flutter) Crime scene clean up (Rodger) Rage room (Shrimpo) Night shift (Astro)

Brightney: Lava lamp (Poppy) Angler fish (Finn) String lights (Scraps) Nightshade/Nightlight (Astro) Hologram (Vee) Firefly (Flutter)

Cosmo: Cosmic brownies (Astro) Tea cakes (Teagan) Ashure (Shelly) Fruit cake (Sprout) Cavitives (Shrimpo)

Flutter: Flight attendant (Tisha) Energetic/Melancholy mime (Rnd) Luna moth (Astro) Paper airplane (Scraps) Flying fish (Finn) Bug bites (Shrimpo) Firefly (Brightney) Fruit flies (Sprout)

Glisten: Amethyst geode (Gigi) Self love (Goob) Narcissist (Shrimpo) Theater (RnD) Melatonin (Astro)

Teagan: Tea cakes (Cosmo) Posh fossil (Shelly) Regal ball (Boxten) Bubble Tea/Ramune (Poppy) Chamomile/lavender tea (Astro)

Rodger: Crime scene clean up (Tisha) Masked detective (RnD) Night Watch (Astro) Clingy mysteries (Goob)

RnD: Energetic/melancholy mime (Flutter) Masked detective (Rodger) Theater (Glisten) Remembered history (Shelly) Trickster Mythos (Shrimpo)

Goob: Self love (Glisten) Strangulation (Shrimpo) Free Hugs (Poppy and Boxten) Clingy mysteries (Rodger) Pickpocketing (Gigi)

Scraps: String lights (Brightney) Cat fight (Shrimpo) Yarn Ball (Poppy) Paper airplanes (Flutter) Sabertooth tiger (Shelly)

Gigi: Kleptomania (Dandy) Amethyst Geode (Glisten) Pickpocketing (Goob) Treasure Chest (Boxten)

Sprout: Tea leaves (Teagan) Greenhouse/Cooking show (Vee) Fruit cake (Cosmo) Throwing tomatoes (Shrimpo) Fruit flies (Flutter)

Shelly: Posh Fossil (Teagan) Remembered history (RnD) Ashure (Cosmo) Florissantia (Dandy) Sabertooth tiger (Scraps) Caveman (Shrimpo)

Vee: Greenhouse/Cooking show (Sprout) Cyberbully (Shrimpo) Movie night (Astro) Hologram (Brightney)

Astro: Lullaby (Boxten) Cosmic brownies (Cosmo) Midnight fishing/Midnight zone (Finn) Night shade/Nightlight (Brightney) Luna moth (Flutter) Movie night (Vee) Night Watch (Rodger) Nightmares (Shrimpo) Melatonin (Glisten) Night shift (Tisha) Chamomile/lavender tea (Teagan)

Dandy: Kleptomania (Gigi) Burglary (Shrimpo) Florissantia (Shelly) Weed killer (Shrimpo)

For context on Shelly x Cosmo, that’s the name of the oldest recorded dessert! And for Dandy x Shelly, it’s the name of a flower fossil!

[probablyfunrpgideas]

Character Idea: A paleontologist who studies and really appreciates the extinct and ancient creatures of the world! They search for fossils, write essays, and hypothesize about the behavior of the life forms that once roamed the lands.

Now, in many of your adventure rpg settings (Faerun, Golarion, Dungeon World) dinosaurs are not extinct, but can be found as household pets or inhabitants of an underground jungle somewhere. In fact, creatures from the “dawn of time” quite frequently still roam the lands where your adventures take place. So what do you study? Insect evolution.

Really boring bug adaptations might be the only evolutionary science you can pursue in a fantasy world without running into “a god created this monster” or “a wizard invented that species”. Make your DM come up with new flies on the fly!

[makairodonx]

A sketch study of Arthropleura armata, the monstrous cow-sized Late Carboniferous-Early Permian millipede which could grow up to 2.5 meters long and 50-55 cm wide, lived about 346-290 million years ago in Europe and North America, and is the largest terrestrial arthropod ever to have lived, and an impression of an individual leaving behind a trackway in its open woodland habitat somewhere in what is now central France as a Meganeura monyi flies by in the foreground.

Newly-described juvenile specimens from the Montceau-les-Mines fossil site of eastern France reveal that Arthropleura’s facial anatomy was different from those of modern millipedes and that the monster myriapod forms the sister group of the centipede-millipede crown group.

References: https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/sciadv.adp6362

[aropride]

ok picture it with me. the super bowl is on the 11th -> taylor swift sings her little songs and then flies on her jet to see her new boytoy -> lots of discourse sparked by this but the topic dies within the week -> she keeps posting teasers for different songs -> swifties are creating insane conspiracy theories as per usual -> her album comes out on april 19th -> the songs are all pretty good, one or two flops, one or two masterpieces, the usual -> guilty as sin is about the overuse of her private jet, in which she promises to Do Better -> people are shocked by the genuine lyricism and clear authenticity of the song -> she says she will start start carpooling (jetpooling?) with other artists to cut down on fossil fuels -> a week or so passes and again the topic fades into irrelevancy as trisha paytas gives birth a few weeks early and king charles the third dies of a heart attack on the same day -> the date is april 29, 2024 -> swifties take to tiktok, posting their videos to the lyric "do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?" en masse -> swift announces she's going to see travis from football on her private jet -> several hours pass -> no updates -> we haven't heard from swift or kelce at all -> night falls, the moon casts light over the quiet ground -> crickets sing softly as the world waits with open eyes for news of taylor's safe and heartwarming landing -> speculation runs rampant, twitter is ablaze, and as the night goes on, rumors only grow -> morning dawns and rumors fly through new skies -> someone leaks to the news that all contact has been lost with taylor swift's jet -> mass chaos erupts -> the us coast guard sends out a search party -> the world waits with baited breath -> a day passes, two, three -> a week. a month. -> the world moves on, for the most part. the news keeps churning out stories. trisha paytas is pregnant again. -> two months. it's late june. 24 eras tour concerts have been cancelled. fans are devastated. time keeps moving -> the day is july 9th when the news is announced. off the coast of northern europe they're found not her body, but three simple items: her custom bracelet from kelce, a chip of metal the size of your palm from the wing of her jet, and a single strand of blond hair.

[somnium-mc]

While I was in the middle of writing lore for a third city, Concord, which included lore about Ghasts' regenerative properties, Minecraft Live dropped, with some absolutely wonderful new Ghast content: The Dried Ghast, The Ghastling, and the Happy Ghast.

The first thing we see is one of the fossils in the soul sand valley. Tucked underneath, we can see a Dried Ghast. A tiny little thing, with a familiarly sad little face. It begs the question of whether the fossil is the skeletal remains of a Mother Ghast, which has since died, either trying to keep it's baby alive, or as some sort of matriphagy (when a mother animal dies to feed her babies) or closer to the octopus death spiral (the ghast does look like an octopus, a bit), or if Ghasts simply nest their babies in old fossils of unknown and long forgotten beasts?

Either way, the Dried Ghasts are in some sort of cryptobiosis, a state of suspended animation in reaction to the dry and harsh conditions of the Nether. Once we pick up this poor creature (by breaking it with a pickaxe?? For some reason?), we can bring it to the overworld and begin the reanimation process by submerging the Dried Ghast in water. Now, we can see it slowly regain its colour and slowly begin to smile. And then, it emerges. A Ghastling. A playful and curious little baby, which imprints on you and follows you around, before it grows bored and floats off to explore nearby surroundings. Interestingly enough, the Ghastling will follow you if there is a snowball in hand, and will eat snowballs. They appear to hydrate the Ghastling and cool it down. And then, eventually, the Ghastling will grow up into a Happy Ghast. Our once scorned lady of the skies, who flies around the Nether wailing and spitting fireballs, is now a smiling, cooing friend. She can be harnessed and flown around.

Do the snowballs put out the fire within a Ghast, keeping them cool and happy? Are they miserable in the Nether? Do they mourn their dying babies? They're miserable in the nether, an angry, sobbing thing. Is she a woman scorned? If you look up the definition of ghastly, it has two definitions: 1) Causing great horror or fear; frightful or macabre. and 2) extremely unwell; washed out. The Ghast we know and fear is both. Horrifying and sick. She's pale. She's suffering. She switches from crying to angry in a heartbeat when she sees you.

As we all know, if you kill a Ghast, she drops a tear. Ghast tears are responsible for some of the most extreme regenerations in the game. You can use one in brewing to make a potion of regeneration, sure. But you can also use them to craft end crystals, which are seen in 2 scenarios: the Ender Dragon uses them to heal herself in the End, and you can craft them yourself to revive the Ender Dragon, completely bringing her back from the dead. Are we able to gain this tear because we are putting the Ghast out of her misery? Is she suffering in the Nether? Or is she crying because her baby is dying, and her tears, the only source of moisture in the Nether, are what keeps her baby barely alive, because a mother is willing to sacrifice for her baby? And if a Ghast is suffering in the Nether, how did they wind up there?

Lots of questions, can't wait to see what other theories are out there!

[whereserpentswalk]

There was, in the days of generations now passed into the gates of hades, a spirit that guarded a road. He was a kind spirit; he had been in the place for as long as anyone can remember. They say he looked like a tall man in shining green armor, with the wings and arms of a mantis. Nobody ever saw the face below his helmet. He was a kind spirit in those days, a protector of the travelers and the wanders. Those lost in the night he would show the way. He would walk with those who needed protection. The shops on the side of the road would put out warm milk and meat pies for him, and he would award them with money and customers. And any church that preached that he was an unclean thing would find themselves restored by termites and rats without his dear protection.

They say one day, as he walked alongside a young woman as she made her way home through a cold winter's night, a man came up to her and tried to take her away at the point of a knife. The spirit was enraged, and melted the attacker's eyes from his skull, and closed the holes in his face under his body died from lack of air. It was a brutal fate, though a fair one for a soul who would have done worse to one more innocent. And from that day forth the spirit spoke that anyone who walked along that road would be protected by the spirit's magic, and anyone or anything, human or beast, spirit or cryptid, who tried to bring those who walked his road to harm, would suffer a horrifying fate.

Though the people were protected, the road changed. First slowly. Automobiles began to appear, fueled by the fossils of the dead, and soon stoplights to tell when people were permitted to walk. Soon what was once the edges of the road was sidewalk. The road was paved again and again. And soon there weren't trains and weren't trollies. And store after store closed down, for new stores to be opened, giant boxes owned by corporations, with massive parking lots outside of them, that would never think to leave out milk and meat pies. And then one day there was no stoplight, and no sidewalk, because any place where human feet could be permitted to walk had been removed. They called the road a highway than, and the humans' leaders were proud of it. It was too noisy for even the wyverns to fly over, and too barren for even werewolves to hunt. But the spirit was still there.

And then the spirit took up a new banner. When the last safe place to walk was gone, and the first human was struck and killed trying to cross the highway, he had dropped the banner of the seelie court and taken up unseelie way. Not out of vengeance but out of duty.

All who seek to harm those who wish the walk the road are caused by his law, and those new powerful machines called automobiles are no different. Cars that drive through the great spirit's road find themselves crashing into each other, or spinning randomly and flying around the road, or breaking down and never moving around. Mechanics can't figure out why, can't explain why there are always flies and worms and snakes and scorpions in every car that passes through that road. Even the drivers aren't safe, nobody who would drive such a lethal machine through the spirit's road is safe, they find their bodies bleeding, and skin dashed with cuts as if from an insect's claws, and minds filled with eldritch madness. And they say there are many cars that seem to lose their drivers, with only bugs or toads in their place.

Some still see the spirit's body in the dark of the night. He's changed now, his armor has turned night black, and its shape twisted from what looked like a knight's suit, to an insect's strange shell, his once slender body stretched to an inhumanly elongated and spindly build. His claws are now like great blades, and where his face was once only in shadows, now two glowing eyes can be seen from below his helm, like a dark pervasion of headlights. But he is still the same creature he always was, this is only another side of the same being. And those animals and jaywalkers who cross the highway, will never be hit under his gaze, even if a thousand cars burst into flames to keep them safe.

[aquamarineglow]

Tiny details I noticed from the Layton series:

Katrielle's sofa is shaped like her hair:

In the Promo artwork for Miracle Mask, you can see Stachenscarfen.

This man gets so excited about seeing the Bostonius that he rushes out his house and immediately slips on the ice:

It's not a continuity error that Dean Delmona has white hair in Laytons Mystery Journey. When he's shocked, his hair flies off his head, revealing it to be a wig.

Ingrid and Matthew have to stand on piles of books to be able to see out the window:

Duke makes an appearance in St Mystere despite being from Folsense. And being a hallucination.

The man Grosky fights with in Last Specter can be seen in Prison in the credits of Eternal Diva.

In Eternal Diva, during Puzzle 001, you can overhear two men arguing about the answer.

The two are looking at a fossil of what appears to be a Ichthyosaur.

You can hear the first man ask, "What about that? Is that old?"

Second man replies, "That's a fish."

The first argues back, "It's a fossil you buffoon!!"

I don't know, I thought it was funny.

That's all I can fit onto this post.

Please share any small details you've noticed, I love seeing them!

[maggore]

[ID: A rectangular flag with 5 even wavy stripes, going from the bottom left to top right. It is colored, from left to right, green, very dark brown, warm off-white, dark yellowish green, and light brown. end ID]

Yuletéct (yul-et-ekt)

Neogender umbrella related to, best described by, or otherwise effected by the Corruption from the Magnus Archives, but without the love and relationship elements

Mold

Bugs, particularly bugs associated with rot

Rot and decay

Infection

Collective consciousness

Loss of self / loss of individuality

Infected or rusted medical equipment

Body horror

Terminology

YuckIN — Yuletéct in Nature

Yuletéctine — Equivalent to masculine or feminine

Yuletéctiy — Equivalent to masculinity or femininity

Yuck — General term for someone who is Yuletéct

Usca — A Yuletéct adult

Atus — A Yuletéct minor

Crysrotian — Yuletéct 4 Yuletéct

Bleaian — Galactian alignment

Peroxian — Partial galactian alignment

Cleaner / Mess Maker — Role system terms

Yuletect can also be used for the sake of ease / if you can't access accented characters

Coined on 2/12/2025 | Colors are based on disease, maggots, and dirt | Yuletéct is a combination yuck, saleté (an alternate name for the Corruption), and the suffix ectomy, meaning "surgical removal of" in reference to the medical themes. Usca comes from Musca, after the genus of flies, and Atus comes from Atratus, part of the scientific name for Black Vulture. Crysrotian is just based on the idea of crystal rot, specifically in fossils and minerals. Bleaian and Peroxian are from bleach and hydrogen peroxide respectively, for their use as disinfectants.

(Taglist) @radiomogai @obscurian @horrormogai & @daybreakthing

See also: Revulamour (inspired by the Corruption) and Neovissives (neogender umbrella related to the Fear entities in general)

[yellowocaballero]

'there's such a thing as too honest' sounds interesting to hear about <3

Yes!!! That's actually a Flash fic :D. There is an unmentioned and unposted "New Wave!Steph and Tim harrass Superman" fic, and this is the "New Wave!Steph and Tim harrass Flash" fic. I have an extremely specific vision of the Flash. This is my design.

I've never posted it because I wanted to post the Superman fic first and I never finished the Superman fic :). Someday tho!

I seriously have this whole internal idea and schema for Barry and Wally and this is just my excuse to write it. Wally and Linda's relationship is largely sourced from my other Wally story, which I'm still inordinarly fond of. I grew up in a fantastic Natural Science museum, and you can tell.

Un-copping characters under the cut. Yet again, this is my design.

“I have a secret to tell you.”

It was practically impossible to get the undivided attention of an assembly of elementary schoolers drunk off life, but the man standing behind the table at the front of the room managed it. Maybe it was the way he said it - soft but clearly audible, conspiratorial but welcoming. 

Or maybe it was the bow tie? The bow tie was hypnotic. Stephanie was hypnotized. 

With great relish, the man in the bow tie and white lab coat announced to the group, “I’m the king of Atlantis.” The group broke into giggles, and Bowtie affected a faux-hurt look. “What, don’t believe me? Don’t I have enough muscles?”

“Aquaman can talk to fish!” A third grader at the front volunteered imperiously. “And he controls water! He’s Jake’s favorite superhero.”

Next to her, a boy shoved her arm. “It’s the Flash, I said the Flash -”

“I’m pretty socially awkward around fish - but that coelacanth fossil in the Paleontology exhibit can talk and talk for days.” Bowtie held up his hands in faux-defeat. “I admit it, I’m not King Arthur. No long and flowing golden locks on me.” It was literally always so funny hearing people call him that. He couldn’t have picked a more on-the-nose landlubber name. “There’s one big difference between us, besides our stunning good looks: King Arthur controls water with magic. But I control water with science.”

The crowd rippled with incredulity. Next to Steph, Tim was still disinterestedly playing the new Link’s Awakening on his Gameboy Color. Tim always had his head ducked over some game or phone when they were on Batman business. He insisted it was part of his cover as Disaffected Teen ™, but Steph was pretty sure that he just completely failed to find a kid’s science museum demonstration interesting. 

On Steph’s other side, another slightly-too-old-for-this kid sat with a chemistry textbook on his lap. He was pretending to be fully engrossed in the textbook - which looked like it was for high schoolers and not a twelve year old - but Steph could see him sneak peeks up over the textbook every few minutes. Steph had to agree with him: there was something magnetic about Bowtie. It wasn’t just the charisma or sense of humor, either. There was something about him that drew you in. Steph had to presume it was his negative charge. 

“Let me guess: science and magic can’t do the same things, right? Dr. Fate, Zatanna Zatara, all those heroes - us normal people can never do something that cool, right?” Tim snorted softly. Bowtie continued setting up his experiment, taking a deflated balloon and using a hand pump to inflate it.  “But Superman doesn’t fly with magic. Superman flies because of his biology! With some special biology, some amazing science - anybody could be a Superman. Because, as Arthur C. Clarke said, ‘sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic’.”

“What about the Flash?” A kid cried. The other kids murmured in agreement. The kid sitting next to Steph jerked his head up to look at Bowtie, eyes shining. “Flash’s magic!”

Bowtie took the balloon off the pump, tying it neatly. He arched an eyebrow at the kid. “Really? The Flash’s given a few interviews where he says differently. We got any Flash fans in the audience?” The entire audience broke into the loudest claps and cheers of the night. Bowtie’s grin widened. “Mr. Popular. Last time I checked, he gave an interview to CCN explaining his powers. Anybody know what he said?” 

“That his only superpower is speed!” The kid said instantly. “He doesn’t have intangibility powers, like everyone’s saying - he just vibrates his atoms so fast that they can pass through solid surfaces! He can’t control the wind, either - he creates tornadoes and whirlwinds by spinning the air with centrifugal force!”

“Looks like we have a Flash mega-fan in the audience.” Bowtie grinned again, and the embarrassed kid ducked his head back into his textbook, cheeks as red as his hair. “The Flash goes pretty fast. We don’t actually know how fast - he’s never found his upper limit. But that’s not his real weapon. Without his real weapon, he’s just some guy who runs fast. Does anybody know the Flash’s real weapon?”

“Science,” the kid whispered worshipfully. 

In tattered chorus, the assembly of children cried, “Science!”

Bowtie laughed. “You got it. Who knows - with enough knowledge of science, maybe any of us could be the Flash!” Tim and Steph glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. Leaning against the wall behind them, seemingly engrossed in a newspaper, Bruce was undoubtedly losing respect for this man by the second. “Who here wants to learn a superpower now? Anybody?” The crowd went wild, and the man gave a little bow. “If the people demand it! Now, I need a volunteer from the audience. Jake, how about you?”

With impressive efficiency, Bowtie managed to rub a balloon on the heads of several enthusiastic children. Tim glanced at Steph out of the corner of his eye, and she shrugged in agreement. A long time ago, when he first took this job, he probably rubbed the balloon on his head himself. These days, that was probably a bit more dangerous…

“Take a look at the chalkboard behind me. You see it? This is a diagram of an atom. We have another class on the atom, so stay tuned for that if you’re interested. Now, the little guys flying in circles around the bigger part is called electrons. When we rubbed the balloons against our hair, we just collected up a bunch of electrons. And these electrons have a negative charge. Remember that, it’s important!”

Bowtie turned on the faucet in his desk, letting thin stream of water flow from the faucet into the little sink built into the desk. “This balloon’s like a magnet now. It’s full of negative charges, so it’s looking for something with a positive charge. And this water has just what it’s looking for. So let’s look carefully…”

Bowtie held the balloon next to the stream of water. Sure enough, the water began to bend towards the balloon. The kid next to Steph was paying full attention now, the pretense of a textbook left abandoned on his lap. Bowtie pulled the balloon further and further away, sending the water spreading out from the sink in a flowing ribbon that stretched out halfway along the table. 

The children ooh’d and aah’d. The kid next to Steph looked excited too, but Steph noticed that he looked a little confused. On Steph’s other side, Tim clicked his tongue. 

“That water’s stretching real far for some balloon static electricity, huh,” Tim muttered quietly.

“Yeah,” the kid said, as if Tim was remotely speaking to him. “I did this at home forever ago. The water only moves a few inches.” 

“Look at that,” Tim told Steph. “The water only moves a few inches.”

“He’s so cool,” the kid whispered. 

“Look at that,” Steph told Tim. “Bowtie’s so cool.”

“Bowtie?” the kid hissed, affronted. “He has a doctorate.”

“Dr. Bowtie,” Steph allowed. 

All three of them sat patiently through Dr. Bowtie’s explanation of static electricity. And Steph thought she was good with the kids who come through Dr. Leslie’s clinic. Dr. Bowtie made her look like a chump. With a few strategic jokes, some physical comedy, audience engagement, and the inherent mysticism of the bowtie, the kids were captured. Even the patient adults standing around the back wall were engrossed. Although Steph was pretty sure that the moms in the back were more interested in Dr. Bowtie’s pretty face. He was alright. Cass was prettier. Tim told her to stop saying that Cass was prettier than women, men, and the Grand Canyon, but it was true. 

They all clapped politely when he finished. The kid had gone back to his textbook, making careful annotations in the margins. A group of kids attacked Dr. Bowtie with sheer enthusiasm, which was pretty expected, but Steph saw plenty of adults walk up to him and shake his hand too. It was obvious to an expert in body language: even the adults admired Dr. Bowtie highly. Everybody around him looked at him with respect and awe. You could hardly tell just by looking at him joking around and adjusting his bowtie, but the humbleness was part of the mystique. 

But Steph was cheating. She already knew all about this guy. Uncle Clark had asked her very politely to stop putting together extensive dossiers on their targets, but Bruce had looked at him as if he was crazy. Steph had to agree with him. As if they would ever approach dangerous people without a background check? Uncle Clark had also asked them to stop calling them targets, which was slightly more fair. Uncle Clark had an overdeveloped rigamarole of kindness. It was the Kansas. In Gotham, stabbing you was a handshake.

Once the crowd thinned out, leaving Dr. Bowtie to clean up his station in preparation for the next group, Bruce finally rolled up his newspaper. Steph and Tim glanced at each other, but Bruce made a small hand signal as he walked towards the front. They quickly stood up and ambled in his wake, chatting meaninglessly about what five star restaurant they’d check out after this. The Central City Michelin situation was dire, but apparently there was a legendary burger place. Ohio was a desolate land.

Bruce stood on the other side of the table, waiting until Dr. Bowtie crouched down behind his desk before removing his baseball cap and sunglasses. He tossed them over his shoulder and let Stephanie catch them, stuffing them in her purse. 

“That was an awesome show,” Bruce announced. “Never seen anything like it. How long have you been doing this, Dr. Allen?”

“Please, it’s just Barry.” Barry stood up, holding a glass flask in one hand. “And it’s been -”

For one microsecond, Barry looked shocked. His hand twitched open. And just as quickly, his hand twitched closed and his expression smoothed out. Nice. Somehow disappointing. Steph loved the ‘holy shit, it’s Bruce Wayne!’ heart attack. Can’t you tamp down on the superspeed and drop the flask anyway? For the entertainment value?

“Just a few years,” Barry said smoothly. He looked at Steph and Tim, loitering behind Bruce in different levels of disaffectedness. “The show’s not really designed for high schoolers, but I hope you two got something out of it anyway! We have a show for teenage audiences later today.”

“I learned so much about electrons,” the girl who spent the last eighteen months swallowing forensic textbooks said solemnly. The boy who spent his thirteenth rotation around the sun making bombs gave him a thumbs up. “Bruce was the one who made us stop by, though.”

“I had no idea electrons were so interesting,” the med school dropout said earnestly. To be fair, he was a dropout.  He shook Barry’s hand firmly, before passing over a business card. Barry took the card, and his face twitched slightly when he looked at it. Another missed opportunity for shock. Sad! “The name’s Bruce Wayne. Would you mind lending me a bit of your time? I already talked it over with Ms. Landis - and you have a free hour before your next show, right?”

Slowly, Barry said, “Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne, can I ask what this is about? Ms. Landis didn’t…mention this…to me.”

“Mention what?” 

The red headed kid popped up at Barry’s elbow, blinking in confusion between the four of them. Barry’s eye twitched again. Steph didn’t blame him - mostly because Tim’s dossiers were very thorough. 

“That I have a business meeting after the show.” Barry patted Wally on the back. The two looked nothing like each other, but there was some indefinable similarity anyway. “Wally, why don’t you catch up with Linda in the Exxon exhibit? I think I have some stuff to talk to Mr. Wayne about.”

Wally had never looked so wounded. “You said that you’d eat with Linda an’ me at the cafe after the show” He turned his righteous attention onto Bruce, who looked politely attentive. “If you wanna talk with my uncle then you gotta make an appointment.”

Barry’s face twitched again. “Mr. Wayne, this is my nephew Wally West. Wally, this is Bruce Wayne.” Wally still looked unimpressed. Tim looked a little incredulous that somebody in this world didn’t know who Bruce Wayne was, but Steph didn’t know how to break it to him that normal middle schoolers weren’t hip on other city’s billionaires. “You know how Linda’s parents work at a Wayne Industries biotech lab?” Wally nodded, uncertain of where he was going with this. “That’s Wayne.”

“He’s rich?” Wally looked at Bruce with new, appraising eyes. “So that’s what rich people look like…”

Bruce grinned at him, sticking his hands in his pockets. Barry looked a little like he wanted to die. “Sorry for stealing your uncle, kiddo. But what’s that book you got there? Isn’t that for high schoolers?”

Wally brightened, pulling out the textbook from underneath his elbow. Steph couldn’t help but be a little surprised - it was advanced high school Chemistry, for juniors and seniors. “I’m on the pressure and volume chapter! Uncle Barry’s been helping tutor me. Did you know about Avogadro’s Law? It’s the rule that equal volumes of gasses at the same temperature and pressure have the same amount of particles!”

“Wow,” Steph said, impressed. “I didn’t know what an atom was when I was your age.”

Wally lowered the textbook, squinting at her dubiously. He pointed at the chalkboard, which still had a well-drawn image of an atom on it. “Even little kids know about atoms, dude.”

Steph crossed her arms, amused despite herself. “Inner city Gotham doesn’t really have guys like your Uncle Barry. We’re all scienceless orphans.” 

“You caught me,” Tim said, seemingly bored. 

“That’s actually what I’m here to talk to your uncle about,” Bruce said lightly. “The Wayne Foundation’s thinking about expanding into science education outreach. We’re focusing on inner city Gothamite kids like Stephanie here - oh, Barry, this is my ward Tim Drake and his girlfriend Stephanie Brown, say hi -”

“I could do with less science, frankly,” Tim said. 

“You’re just still pissy that Mr. Freeze robbed us so many times.”

“I just think Batman and Robin could have done a better job catching him.”

“They did a great job -”

“Before he stole five hundred thousand dollar’s worth of tech and research.”

“But we’re looking at donating funds to free children’s programming at museums across the nation,” Bruce said beatifically. “I’m thinking about investing into this program, and your boss said that you were the real shining star of the department! I’d like to speak to someone passionate about the program, and apparently there’s nobody more dedicated than you, so if you have some time to chat…?”

Even Wally understood what that meant. In their endless quest to harass other superheroes, Bruce had sneak attacked another unsuspecting middle class suburbanite. Barry’s boss had officially thrown him into the lion pit of businessmen and put him in charge of securing hundreds of thousands of dollars in funding. Bruce said that this was his way of seeing how they operated under pressure. 

And Steph could already see that Barry was the coolest head she would ever meet. Which - duh. He was a total cheater. Anybody could be chill if they had thirty internal minutes to chill out. Barry obviously took a few mental minutes to recover from the power of Bruce’s pocketbook, but he didn’t waste a physical second before looking down at his nephew. “Hey, Wally. Could you give Stephanie and Tim a tour of the museum while I talk with Mr. Wayne?”

“Of course I could,” Wally said, unimpressed. “I practically live here.” 

“Consider it practice for your future life as a docent,” Barry said importantly. He ruffled Wally’s hair again, making him grin. “Thanks, kid. I’ll be back in a flash.”

Wally groaned. “That’s so bad.”

“You’re funny,” Bruce said. Steph and Tim fought dual winces. If they were in costume then Bruce would be tearing the man a new one for ‘cuteness’. “Where’d you get your doctorate, Barry? I went to Harvard myself, but some things you just gotta get out of the way.”

“He has a doctorate in education from Brown,” Wally informed Bruce imperiously. Steph had never met a kid who was the expert in his uncle’s life, but judging by Barry’s embarrassed look he would have skipped over the Ivy League part of the equation. Which - what? “He’s got a bachelor’s in Chemistry and Physics from Ohio State and a master’s in Applied Physics from University of Chicago! Pretty cool, right?”

“Dude,” Tim said, “pick a field.”

Steph elbowed Tim, but Barry just looked a little embarrassed. “I was going to go into forensics. But…well…you know. Life happens.”

“The cops told him to ignore some evidence and he refused so they fired him -”

“Let’s say a little less, Wally.”

A failed cop. Counter-intuitively, Steph was surprised. Guess he hadn’t learned his lesson until later in life. Bruce (Gothamite) and Uncle Clark (Literally Uncle Clark) had known that path would be a fool’s errand from the start. 

“Physics to Education is a big jump,” Bruce said. He already knew the answer - they had copies of Barry’s personal statement in his Brown application - but a cornerstone of interrogation was asking the same question in different ways. Liars couldn’t keep their stories straight. “Why the change of heart again?”

Barry shrugged helplessly. “I wanted to help people. Don’t you, Mr. Wayne?”

Bruce didn’t say anything. 

Of course he didn’t. He didn’t understand at all. As he hadn’t understood Uncle Clark, as he hadn’t understood J’onn J'onzz, he didn’t understand Barry Allen at all. The two other people on Earth most like himself - present company excluded - and he was faced with a horrendous and complete lack of understanding.

How could he? Bruce had poured his life into creating justice and vengeance and fighting against cruelty. It was Bruce. He had fed his life into his mission, and it was just barely enough to succeed. He couldn’t afford to half-ass this. For a very long time, nothing else had existed in his world. 

Uncle Clark and J’onn J’onzz hadn’t needed a teenage girl to beat the power of hope into his brain. Uncle Clark was dedicated to Superman with his entire heart, but it wasn’t why he got up in the morning. J’onn was just a sentient person who couldn’t stand to see people suffer, and maybe his own altruism had saved his broken heart, but he was powered by empathy and kindness. 

Barry and Uncle Clark had weird definitions of helping people. To them, it was as simple as making people smile. Giving them a bit of hope in their day, or restoring optimism to a tired crowd. A lesson that sparked an interest in science, a newspaper article that opened up a reader’s mind to new perspectives - to them, that was enough. If they were ordinary people, it would have been enough. 

Bruce did not respect the complete lack of hustle. There was a reason why he only hung out with Alfred, Steph, Tim, Leslie, and Gordon - the only other real hustlers in the world. Bruce was an ordinary person, and gratuitous acts of million dollar philanthropy were nowhere near enough. Nothing was enough for him - not even Bruce. But he liked Uncle Clark and J’onn J’onzz and Barry Allen anyway, and Steph knew that was what he really didn’t understand.

“Paleontology, huh?” Tim asked Wally. He turned off his Gameboy and stashed it in his cargo pants pocket. “You got any T-Rexes?”

“Oh, man,” Wally said. “Do we ever.”