#golden-ringed dragonfly

[michaelnordeman]

Golden-ringed dragonfly/kungstrollslända. Värmland, Sweden (June 14, 2020).

[dansnaturepictures]

Winnall Moors, Winchester: A special place

Precious moments shared with Roe Deers watched with glee beside the paths, the wall of spring birdsong and the pure purple and white comfrey that adorns the reserve immerses me in natural glory.

On a bright winter’s day I cherished the splendour of watching Kingfishers dash and dive, ethereal blue and orange. On a bright spring day I was bewitched by the complex and tuneful call of the Garden Warbler, getting exhilarating glimpses of this bird. I could have jumped for joy as I saw a Water Rail at the water's edge from the bridge. Tit species, Goldcrest, the energetic and uplifting call of the Cetti’s Warbler, strong views of exotic looking Jays and the immersive winter spectacle of charming Redwings are other avian highlights. Buzzard, Sparrowhawk and Red Kite are roving raptors which are splendid to see here, I’ve enjoyed precious views of perched Buzzards. Other wonderful warblers, Robin, Blackbird, Wren, Mute Swan, Mallard and Moorhen other birds to enjoy here.

Roe Deer in July 2022

Kingfisher in January 2023

Redwing in January 2023

Water Rail in March 2023

Butterflies bring bursts of colour in the spring and summer and on sunny days into the autumn, precious Peacock, ravishing Red Admiral and gorgeous Green-veined White and Gatekeeper some of the standouts. Orange Tip and Speckled Wood are good to see here too as are a stunning Scarlet Tiger moth and Hornet Mimic hoverfly. A dazzling and mighty Golden-ringed Dragonfly captivated me in the summer and in autumn the pond was brimming with dragonflies, especially ruby Common Darters with actions of reproduction observed with bold Migrant and Southern Hawkers a treat to see too.

Red Admiral in October 2023

Peacock in May 2023

Hornet mimic hoverfly on hemp agrimony in August 2023

Common Darter in October 2023

Seas of Michaelmas daisies adorning the reserve signals the approach of autumn. White deadnettle, woundwort and forget-me-not are other little floral gems of the site and resplendent hemp agrimony paints the site pink in summer. Water mint, purple loosestrife, herb-Robert and ragged Robin are other beautiful flowers to see here. Guelder rose berries bring a rich red colour. There is always an immense sense of tranquility as I enter this reedbed paradise. The reedbeds full of energy in the summer and eerily lit by the sun in winter months. The inspiring trees and River Itchen are a sweet natural embrace.

Michaelmas daisies in October 2023

Marsh woundwort in June 2023

Looking down the River Itchen in October 2023

Sun shining through the trees on Saturday

[coffeenuts]

Golden-Ringed Dragonfly by Daniel Trim https://flic.kr/p/2nGQGZH

[fruityfinch]

A first attempt, then a second attempt I liked more, at Striker’s comic opener bust! She’s a golden-ringed dragonfly, and I reckon she looks more like a dragonfly with a narrow head / eyes and smaller, angled antennae. Realistically speaking she should barely have antennae at all but uhhh she’s a magical talking animal so it’s fine! (I also didn’t intend for her to look quite so grumpy in the first try lmao)

[the-writer-mao]

KingOhger cards!

A lot of people are surprised about the actual spelling of a few of our royals’ names;

Gira Husty instead of Hastie, which will be difficult to get used to, but I will continue to use #gira hastie as it is used more in the fandom. (I will look into where Husty is from, nothing on ranger wiki yet)

Yanma Gast instead of Gust; in which Yanma’s name derives from the Japanese word for “Golden-ringed dragonfly” Oniyanma, and it’s scientific name Anotogaster sieboldii

Himeno Ran- I’ve seen people think Ran is her actual name and I can imagine that they think the show meant “Princess Ran”, which to be fair, is confusing. But it’s her family name :3 and her name is Hymeno, derived from the Japanese term for “Orchid Mantis” (very fitting 🌼) which is Ranhanakamakiri, and it’s scientific name Hymenopus coronatus.

Rita’s name is based on Ruritateha, (Blue Admiral Butterfly 🦋), and her surname from it’s scientific name, Kaniska Canace, instead of Kanisuka.

Now, will I start spelling their names this way? Probably not, but for the sole reason in which they’re not well known. I had looked at the wiki ages ago and knew, but I just used the most popular tags. If I see that over time they are used more, then I will correct myself too for the future ✨

Creds to Twitter and RangerWiki!

[miirshroom]

Wings and Flight in Elden Ring

Misbegotten are feathered and have wings, although they are non-functional on all except the Winged Misbegotten. One of the main. places where they can be found is Castle Morne which is strewn about with many copies of a winged crest. This crest is just at the correct height to give the illusion that the player has wings of their own, when stood in front of - wings forged of metal. There seems to be a theme here connecting the concept of developing wings as "misbegotten" which can mean "an idea that is poorly formed".

Consider also the meaning of the word "imp". Because while the word can mean a mischievous creature or child, it is also an obsolete term for grafting plant buds. The term "imping" is still used today to describe the practice of repairing the broken wing or tail feathers of falcons - giving them wings. The Cat Imps have slender little wings and the Long-Tongued Imps have dragonfly/fairy shaped wings. The Fanged Imps have wings of various sizes between their appearances as statues for receiving stone sword keys, enemy types, fire pillars, spirit ashes, holding the books at the sorcerer rises, etc.

Wolf Imps do not have wings and neither do Elder or Corpse Imps judging by their catacombs statues. The linguistic connection of imping implies that grafting is at the very bedrock of culture in the Lands Between. Thinking back to the Misbegotten and Castle Morne, this is also the location where the Grafted Greatsword can be obtained.

The Crucible Knights use "Aspects of the Crucible" Incantations and from them are dropped the Tail, Horns, and Breath incantations. When fought, these Crucible Knights also seem to be using an "Aspects of the Crucible: Wings" incantation, but it is not obtainable by the player. This ties into a theory that I have about the general nature of the various equipment and items that we can see used by enemies throughout the Lands Between but are not obtainable. These items and incantations/spells are still considered something precious by Radagon of the Golden Order and the Elden Beast. Thus, the Wings incantation is unavailable because "flight" is in a subset of tools that only an Elden Lord can grant, and you are not Elden Lord (yet).

To explore further the meaning of wings leads to a tangent into Wizard of Oz theory. The north and purple-coloured country of the Land of Oz is called "Gillikin" and this is also the country from which the flying monkeys employed by the Wicked Witch of the West originate. The purple-eyed Demi-Human Queen in the Lux Ruins is called Gilika, and demi-humans in general have a design resembling a hairless cross between bonobos and wolf/rat (typical grunts have simian face & feet with pointed ears - the Queens, Chiefs, and runt subtypes like Boc have more elongated snouts of undefined species). No wings though. But that in itself is an interesting choice because as it happens the term "flying monkey" as used in the Wizard of Oz has been picked up as a psychology term meaning "people who carry out the work of a narcissist or an abusive person".

In the context of the above, it is notable that the witch queen of Raya Lucaria in the west also lives in a fortress guarded by winged marionettes in the similar spirit as winged monkeys. The west county of Oz is known for having the best craftsmen in the land, particularly tinsmiths. This is not to say that mapping the counties of Oz to some kind of 1:1 connection with Elden Ring is likely intended - the official map of the Land of Oz is itself a major source of confusion as it accidentally printed west and east backwards. On the other hand, Elden Ring does seem to use colour-coded regions in a way reminiscent of the Land of Oz - green for Limgrave, blue for Liurnia, red for Caelid, gold for Altus Plateau.

And for a final note, there are two demi-gods who sprout wings in their second boss battle phase - Malenia and Mohg. Of the two of them it is Mohg with his dark feathery wings that has the closest thematic connection to the Winged Fanged Imps and Misbegotten. And Malenia's butterfly valkyrie wings are something unwanted - manifestation of her blooming into a goddess of Rot in desperation. What unites both are their close ties to Miquella, who seemed to be in the process of trying to metamorphose and develop wings of his own.

[helloescapist]

Apple-y Ever After | Najimi Osana

Word Count: 2256

Setting: Najimi Osana x gn!reader, pining

Content Warnings: SFW, fluff, short, little angst

Summary: The draw of an Autumn Festival always brings out the playful nature of Najimi, and this year, drawn by the tale of soulmates determined by apples, you find yourself into a plot to tease Tadano and Komi.

[image is not mine]

The tender warm scent of orange osmanthus met the sweet smell of yakiimo. The cool of smoke caught by light breezes, dragged into the walkways. The nostalgic scent teasing the noses of wouldbe buyers, drawing them to food stalls. Sweet potato vendors greeting them eagerly, the warmth of their product a satisfying relief from the chill of the season.

The occasional savory skewer of matsutake mushrooms, accompanied by delectable grilled meats. Candy venders mixed into the food stalls, all eager to peddle their snacks. Festival goers enthralled by the scenery. Elders warmed by their teas; families snuggled into their children as they appraised the venders. Knit closely together in an attempt not to lose one another amongst the crowd. Their close quarters drawing warmth to their features. Toy makers providing a variety of novelties, dragonflies, vibrant lanterns, coveted kites and sparklers. Small fingers that grasped eagerly for a prize, the call of games dragging older siblings to stalls. School age kids charmed by their peers, playful as the weaved through the crowds; their laughter harmonious amongst the masses.  Warm hues of chestnuts touched by the smoke of the grills, a welcomed cozy greeting from the chill of the season. The touch of fall settling into the fading of the day, drawing not only the glow of lit festival lanterns overhead, but the small chill at your fingertips. Waves of oranges envied of persimmons, reds of rouge drawn from Japanese maple leaves, and the touch of golden leaves that settled to the ground. Touched the limited space between festival goer. The edging of ribbons dancing upon the autumn breeze. Bearing the wishes of inscribers, colorful in the dwindling hours.  Edged together, pressed into one another. The draw of your nose, pink and chilled despite the awning of the stall. The touch of fabric, and waves offering only a small shelter of warmth.

                The heat upon your cheeks not elicited by the warmth of the stall. The touch of playful banter ringing in your ears. The joy vibrant upon their cheeks, touched at the corner of gingerbread kissed eyes. Long eyelashes teased as their wide mouth released their series of chuckles. Mischievous as the pull of the back of their hand meeting the touch of their lips, feigning a hushed laugh. Not contained amongst the jovial atmosphere. The edges of their hair touched upon the high of their cheeks, the lavender drawing the growing rise of your blush. Najimi’s frisky behavior having drawn you out, guided by their own intentions. At the time, you had little understanding of why they would bring up *that* memory, threatened to expose you to classmates—it certainly seemed an unnecessary blackmail. You could think of a number of individuals who would seize the opportunity to accompany them on a date. So upon being coerced so roughly, the mention of childhood woes exposed to the light, you hadn’t fought tangle of Najimi’s overly familiar small hand that had nabbed your own. Dragged you to your bedroom, greeted your parents as though they were home themselves before plunging into your closet. Raided the contents of our wardrobe. Shameless remarks of how little style your selection offered. The touch of their overall short shorts lacking modesty, the twirl of their hips revealing that as always, their own clothing selection had been intentional. The light color complementary, the edge of their turtle neck long sleeve tucked underneath flirting at the draw of their neck. Their fashion choices drawing melancholy as their words inflicted invisible wounds. All well-meaning, hurtful regardless as they selected specific items. Long pants, touched upon ankle boots, and the relaxed touch of plaid. Comfortable, and breezy, Najimi’s teasing grin all too aware of how the chill often touched upon you. They insisted, they needed you dolled up—you were so pretty, but today, they needed you. So much so, that they had threatened blackmail—and outward confusion as to the way you had thrown them from your room to change.

                You should have known better, this was Najimi Osana you were considering. Once again. Toyed against compliments, shuttering at thoughts of an rare outing together. Hinted about the intimacy implication, how they had assured you that they had no interludes—this time was secured for the two of you. You. Fool.

                No, at the time, the decision had certainly seemed spontaenous as it often did when Osana was involved. The warm of their invitaiton touching your cheeks. They complimented you. Considered how much of you must be a masochist to bend to their will at a moment’s notice, or allow them to drag you to the festival. Fingers interlaced. The melancholy at your heart as you pressed a smile, all too aware that this was just the nature of your childhood friend. Playful. Familiar. Even if it elicited the blush upon your cheeks, or left your heart longing for inedible rejection. Yet, as you stood here now. The touch of Najimi’s hands upon your shoulders. Your knees collapsed to your chest. Their energy radiating as they shook your bones eagerly. The chill of the season fading from your view, as the brow drew upon your face. Face to face with the class queen, the beauty of her long eyelashes. Hair as black as the night sky, delicate features that would shame any doll, Komi’s eyes revealing her resolve. The touch of pink nothing compared to the horror Tadano’s expression revealed. The draw of his fingers to his mouth, shooing Najimi. Demanding they stop torturing Komi, insisting the apple tale had been nothing more than folk lore, and Najimi was just… well, being Najimi.

                Your invitation settled into disappointment… You were not invited on a tryst. Of course not. It’s Najimi. Rather, you had been a pawn in their game, pitted against the class beauty the flicker of apple carvings revealing names as the floated in the barrel. Rolled upon the gentle shake of the water, the way Najimi shook your shoulders as though you were a ragdoll, your hands had leaned upon the wooden barrel for support. The stall keeper laughing joyously offering his support for Komi’s desires. The names, characters that had been etched into the skin of the apple upon Najimi dragging you to the stall.  His warm voice detailing the apple folk lore. One born of European beliefs, secured amongst the orchard’s produce. His aged hands gently carving into the flesh of the fruit, the names he had been provided.  Najimi quick to offer their own as well as Tadano’s, the man shared the tale of bobbing apples. To secure the apple upon your lips, the name revealed to reflect your soulmates. Najimi and Tadano’s own attempts having landed an apple prior to your own, thus eliciting Najimi’s challenge whether Komi’s apple would match. Your childhood friend’s prodding having pitted you against Komi despite the oblivious way Tadano tried to defer the showdown. You had fallen for Osana’s games, again. The touch of the wood between your fingertips. The ripple of the water beneath your grasp buzzing with the energy of the companion at your side, as well as the intimidating light of Komi’s eyes. Her eyelashes long and luminious as she willed herself to breath. The stall keeper beginning the countdown.  You had been had. Again. Next time, you would urge your mother to reject their advances, regardless of what sweet compliments they paid her. Never again, you told yourself before sucking the cold air between your nostrils, the plunge of water shattered and cooled into your hair. As though the dropping temperatures of the season had been revealed beneath the surface of the water, faintly aware that Komi had targeted her apple. The snip of apple flesh between your teeth. The jerk of your head compulsory flinging water into the air as you grasped for breath. The fruit bruised and skewered by your bite.  The chill of th temperature drawn at the ends of your hair. The droplets touched upon your bangs, hitting the high of your cheeks. Shuttered against your eyelashes. The praise of the shop keeper teasing and warm, edged his elbows against your short companion. The heat of the stall having touched upon Najimi’s complexion. Their eyes wide, revealing the warmth of caramel that they hiddened, their tongue just as sweet upon the way they averted their eyes from meeting with their own. Quick to push upon Tadano, demanding he pay the determined fee—“T-Tadano, you owe [FN] takoyaki,” they exclaimed. Quick to divert their attention. Pushing Tadano from the stall, the urge of their movements lost upon you. Whether Komi had procured the apple of her desires, you weren’t sure. Your eyes left to gaze upon the gentle flesh, the touch of golden yellow that had begun to set into the rose petal hue of the apple. The luster of the fruit caught between the lanterns, appraised between your fingertips. The melancholy that settled at your heart, the bashful retreat procured by the name carved into the apple.

                Najimi.

                The fall of your shoulders as your eyes traced the characters. The tremble of your lip. Stupid you told yourself with a sigh, all too aware of how flighty Najimi’s heart could be. Playful, and teasing, despite the care you had long since cultivated towards your childhood friend, you had been all too aware that the way in which they regarded you was of little significance. As familiar and embracing to others, you were just their friend. Reprimanded your daydreams aware of the way Komi’s eyes peeked at you through her bangs. The rise of panic settling in her chest, nearly vibrating in the way she regarded you. The splutter of vowels you could not comprehend. Shattered and anxious, her fingers fumbling. Rattled against keys, the realization of unease you had drawn in her, anxious and shattered. “Are you okay?,” typed against the phone keys.

                “Y-yes,” you reassured her, delicate to regard her. What it was you were feeling--- you shouldn’t let it ruin Komi’s night. The small bit of pride in which she had faced the masses to join your excursion. It wasn’t fair to allow your disappointment to drag her down.

  Forcing an uneasy smile. Told yourself to submerge the ache of your heart until you were home. Until you were in bed.. then you would allow yourself to cry. Ah, not that you had even been rejected, really to have been rejected would have meant that you had padded out of the friend zone if only for a moment… in which you had not. Nor did you suspect that anyone had ever done so with Osana, or if they in fact, had a zone outside of friends… did they even have enemies? Shaking the thoughts from your head, the touch of your bend of yoru back, attempting to bid the shop keeper farewell. His words reassuring, barely offered the time to express you ha—what you did not hear. The draw of fingers that interlaced between your own. Tugged backwards. Loud and expressive, demanding your attention as though a jealous child. “Say AAAAAAh!” Najimi demanded. The tray of Takoyaki decorated with hearts, over filled with toppings and sloshed upon the toothpick. Piping hot in the way they pressed the octopus to your lips. Dragging you fro the premises, enthusiastic to explore the festival.

The smile upon the shop keeper’s lips warm and knowing. The touch of age that had marked his whiskers. Many years spent sharing the tales of soulmates decided by the passing of the autumn fall. Etched into tradition, as well as the apples of the season. The passing of time having gifted him to witnessing a variety of relationships, and how they had progressed as time went on. Some couples clearly smitten in their early years, intertwine long before they had visited his stand. Others, bitter and snip at each other in their formative years, bound together and combative in their age, their children reflecting the same competitive nature. The passage of time had been the very reason he set up his festival stall every year. The growth of relationships, warmed and playful had provided him comfort over the years following the loss of his wife, such as the first year he had been coerced by a friend to set up shop.

His first costumers had been small children. Drawn by the promise of festival treats, playful as children often are. A noticeably timid child dragged along by their friend who expressed the utmost confidence in their skills. Dressed in flamboyant colors, the child’s voice had boomed despite their petite size. The touch of their lavender hair and their large smile had not faded from his memories. Nor had the way they had turned to their companion and declared that they would be the one to retrieve their friend’s apple--- they would show them! The desperate plop, struggle of water, and over enthusiasm. The tremble of their small frame, resolved. determined. Pressing their luck with each bob. The shopkeeper, had admittedly expressed concern for the child's future-- gambling was not the answer to a happy life. Though it had done little to shake the young one's resolve. It was though a fire had been lit in the child’s resolve as they attempted time and time again before proudly thrusting their secured apple into their friend’s face. Their laugh jovial, and loud. Proclaiming they would be together forever.

The memory eliciting a smile from the shop keeper as he watched you slip from view, once again dragged from his stall by your over enthusiastic friend. Still excited to tow you along, the affection slipping from your understanding. “Perhaps, I will see you again,” he whispered to the apples forgotten in your departure. Placed them snug against each other. Touched the edge of not quite rippened fruit together. THe touch of the flesh revealing that there was still some time to come, but in no time at all, the apples would be ripe and ready. Side by side.

Najimi Osana.

[FN, LN].

[akari08biyori]

Oniyanma-kun, a golden-ringed dragonfly (previous work)

[yandere-writer-momo]

I've seen that it's okay to throw weird ideas in here.

Imagine some of Baki's characters as insect-like creatures (spiders or mantises? Basically insects with females eating males) Male insects bring food to the female as an offering and a chance not to be eaten. I find it funny that Baki's insect-like characters, wanting to mate with the human reader, not knowing how human mating occurs, but they are afraid, and bring her lots of food. So that she gets full and they can fuck in peace.

Or another point to this, if the food offering wasn't there and they just fucked? Insect! character wakes up, in the arms of the reader, and frightened, waiting to be eaten. The character is greatly relieved and happy when he learns from the reader that he will not be eaten before or after sex

I love ‘weird’ ideas. Adore them. Live for them. ❤️🩷

But if they found out they could mate with human reader without the repercussions? Poor little human reader would never be left alone 😭

Also! Here’s what I think the Baki boys would be as Bugs:

Katou: Cockroach (duh)

Hanayama: Rose hair tarantula

Katsumi: Golden ringed dragonfly

Jack: Emperor scorpion

Baki: Jumping spider

Retsu: Orchid mantis

Sukune: Goliath bird eater tarantula

Suedou: Easter lubber grasshopper

Kureha: Rosy Maple moth

Kosho: Death’s head hawkmoth

Oliva: Stag beetle

Yujiro: Hercules beetle

Shibukawa: Bullet Ant

Kozue: Great purple emperor butterfly

Doppo: Japanese giant hornet

[zodarii-dae]

last life symbols! the third lifers are here, the top three are here (and here), and the losers are here.

mumbo is a whiskered screech owl. i wanted all the southlanders as animals with good eyesight, and owls fit that. i chose them for mumbo because they kind of remind me of ghasts. somehow.

skizz is a white winged dove. again, i want skizz to always be a dove. i chose this one bc the vibes of the name.

impulse is a golden-ringed dragonfly. dragonflies have pretty good eyes, and this one matched his color scheme perfectly.

lizzie is a pipevine swallowtail. i had to make her a butterfly because fairy fort, and this had the best colors.

bdubs is a black rat. i want him as a mouse because 'tick tock, tick tock, the mouse ran up the clock'. but i chose a rat for this game because of his behavior.

tango is a bengal tiger. they are very aggressive, also he just. makes a good tiger.

bigb is a monarch butterfly. pretty and innocent looking, but they're actually toxic. butterflies can represent a lost loved one coming back, which in this context would be negative. also i think the colors look nice together.

scar is a mangrove pit viper. he's a snake oil salesman, and i chose this species because they can be purple.

cleo is a tarantula hawk wasp. very dangerous, and the colors fit her.

pearl is a luna moth. i can't make pearl anything other than a moth. luna, the moon, partnered with the stars.

grian is a eurasian sparrowhawk. grian is another one i want to keep kind of consistent, as birds. hawks are known for their good eyesight, and i chose this species for the vibes.

etho is a canada lynx. lynx are solitary animals, which i think fits etho. these ones live in the snow, like he did. also, he's canadian.

joel is a brown hyena. hyenas represent sorcery, evil, and trickery, which basically sums up last life joel. no real reason for brown hyenas, just the vibes.

once again, lmk if you have any other ideas!

[armada122]

Dragonfly Buddies

Both Saitama and Tatsumaki have done a circular motion with their finger to a dragonfly

The monster in Saitama's image is named Autumn Phantom Red Golden-ringed Dragonfly

[archive-of-artprompts]

🐝Send in a number + Character and I'll draw them in an outfit or as a creature based on that insect🦋

Allotopus Beetle

Apollo Butterfly

Assassin Bug

Atlas Moth

Bald-Faced Hornet

Banded Darter

Banded Demoiselle

Beautiful Demoiselle

Bhutan Glory Swallowtail

Black Swallowtail Butterfly

Bullet Ant

Bumblebee

Butterfly Dragonfly

Cabbage Butterfly

Cattlehearts Swallowtail

Common Batwing

Common Bluebottle Butterfly

Common Brimstone

Common Rose Swallowtail

Conehead Mantis

Cream-Spot Tiger Moth

Creobroter

Cuckoo Wasp

Death's-Head Hawkmoth

Devil's Flower Mantis

Differential Grasshopper

Drain Fly

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail

Eighteen-Spotted Ladybird

Elephant Hawkmoth

Elephant Mosquito

Emerald Bee

Emperor Dragonfly

European Hornet

European Mantis

Eyed Ladybug

Fire Ant

Five-Spotted Hawkmoth

Fork-Horned Stag Beetle

Fourteen-Spotted Ladybird

Ghost Mantis

Giant Leopard Moth

Giant Long-Legged Katydid

Giant Malaysian Leaf Insect

Glasswing Butterfly

Goliath Beetle

Golden-Ringed Dragonfly

Great Black Wasp

Green Grasshopper

Green June Beetle

Green Snaketail

Green Stag Beetle

Halyzia Sedecimguttata (aka orange ladybird)

Hercules Beetle

Honey Bee

Housefly

Hummingbird Clearwing

Hummingbird Hawkmoth

Impatiens Hawkmoth

Jerusalem Cricket

Jewel Beetle

Lime Hawkmoth

Long-Legged Fly

Luna Moth

Monarch Butterfly

Mosaic Darner

Mud Dauber

Oleander Hawkmoth

Orchid Mantis

Painted Lady Butterfly

Paper Wasp

Peacock Butterfly

Pharaoh Ant

Picasso Bug

Pipevine Swallowtail

Poplar Hawkmoth

Queen Alexandra's Birdwing

Question Mark Butterfly

Red Admiral

Rosy Maple Moth

Ruddy Darter

Scorpion Fly

Silverfish

Small Tortoiseshell

Snakefly

Southern Hawker

Southern Flannel Moth

Spicebush Swallowtail

Spiny Leaf Insect

Sunset Moth

Tailed Jay Butterfly

Tarantula Hawk

Thorn Bug

Tiger Mosquito

Twentytwo-Spot Ladybird

Ulysses Butterfly

White-Lined Sphinx

White Witch Moth

Yellow Jacket

Zebra Swallowtail

[dansnaturepictures]

20/07/23-Golden-ringed Dragonfly, Blackcap, Red Admiral, Wren and more Winnall Moors, Lakeside and others

Pictures taken in this set: 1 and 2. Beautiful sunny morning views as I cut across Lakeside. 3. Lovely nightshade on the way to the railway station this morning, I saw this at Winnall Moors at lunch time too. 4. Meadowsweet, hogweed and thistle with oxeye daisy in there too, the meadowsweet especially looked so beautiful and nice and numerous to see at Winnall Moors. 5. Delightful hemp agrimony at Winnall Moors which was a great flower to see too. 6 and 10. A gorgeous Blackcap I was so delighted to see, hearing it and another belt out their melodious tune which was a great refreshing experience to drink in at lunch time. Key moments today. 7. Red Admiral at Winnall Moors, I loved seeing lots of them bringing their flash of beauty through the air, seeing them in Winchester and from the train today too. They are everywhere currently which is quite something to see. 8. Bramble flower at Winnall Moors. 9. Yellow or garden loosestrife, another one I liked seeing so much of at Winnall Moors.

I was also captivated and amazed to watch a giant gleaming Golden-ringed Dragonfly on vegetation and flying at Winnall Moors, battling with another at one point. There always seems to be a big moment for watching nature when I'm drawn to come to Winnall Moors at lunch time as I was today and this was the main one today. A dragonfly that is around a lot currently, one I adore seeing and I am having a great year for. It's coming up to a year since I first took the plunge to visit Winnall Moors on an office working day lunch break, and visiting this rich reserve has been a sensation. It has allowed me not only many captivating moments with nature in a working day (and one weekend visit) but has also allowed for many pivotal moments (especially this year) in my wildlife year. I was also pleased to see female Banded Demoiselle, young Robin, my first orange balsam or touch-me-not this year one I like, water mint, meadow crane's-bill, lots of purple loosestrife, lesser burdock and get great views of Peacock, Comma, Gatekeeper and Meadow Brown as well as many Small White in another Big Butterfly Count at Winnall Moors. Wren heard and seen well at Lakeside this evening as well as broad-leaved clover, agrimony and carrot enjoyed there today, Swifts, roses and lavender at Peninsula Barracks in Winchester and lady's bedstraw as well as a memorable view of Woodpigeon at Winchester Cathedral and Greylag Geese flying by Lakeside this morning and past the house just now were other highlights today.

[scoups4lyfe]

Hebi Anon with more King Ohger Funfacts!

Almost

Every

Single

Major

Character

Has

Insect

Pun

Names

Considering your reaction to the basic Hebi/Heavy pun that gave me my name, HAVE FUN

Here are the ones for just the main rangers

Gira: Prosopocoilus giraffa, the scientific name for the giraffe stag beetle

Yanma Gust: Yanma is literally a Japanese regional dialect word for Dragonfly, Gust comes from Anotogaster sieboldii, the scientific name for the Golden Ring Dragonfly. Also a DOUBLE PUN because the Japanese name for that Dragonfly is Oniyanma

Himeno Ran: Hymenopus coronatus, scientific name for Orchid Mantis, ranhana kamakiri, the Japanese word for the same mantis

Rita Kaniska: First name from the Rita Blue Butterfly, Kaniska canace, scientific name for the Blue Admiral Butterfly

Kaguragi Dybowski: nothing for his first name, but his last name... The scientific name for the Asian Black Hornet is Vespa Dybowskii

LOL!

absolutely

OBSESSED

with these facts.

[babygirlhq]

Bold what applies - Dominique de Sade

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.         chipped   nail   polish.   glitter  highlight.   tall   trees   with   smooth   bark.   tangled   hair.  the   taste   of   cinnamon   sugar.   talking   too   loud   and   too   fast.   overgrown   flowers   in   your   hair.  crumbling   buildings   reclaimed   by   nature.    flirting.   walking   home   at   3am   with   no   coat.     platonic   hand-holding.   blowing   smoke   out   of   your   nose.   dragonfly   wings.   chaotic   good.   freckles.   fairy   rings.  secret   meetings.  gender   nonconformity.   leather.   smudged   eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑.    computer   errors.   a   shiver   down   your   spine. haunting   beauty.   hard   liquor.   crowns   of   thorns.   shadowed   alleyways.  decaying   plant   matter.  shattered   mirrors   and   broken   glass.  corrupted   memories.   stopped   clocks.   the   scent   of   stale   cigarettes.   tattered   black   hoodies.  walking   your   friends   home.   the   crescent   moon.  the   sea.   a   graveyard   on   a   foggy   day.   cold   rings   on   cold   fingers.  absolution.   looking   out   the   window   of   an   airplane.   soft   kisses.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.      graffiti.   pretending   to   know   what   you’re   doing.   worn   paperback   books.    growing   up   too   fast.   parsley,   sage,   rosemary,   and   thyme.  lace   and   combat   boots.  moth   wings.   candles   on   every   surface.   a  weathered  deck   of   cards. turning   the   music   up.   fireflies   in   jars.   calloused   fingers.  drawing   on   your   skin.   sunlight   filtering   through   clouds.    petrichor.   a   dying   rose   in   a   jar.   wearing   a   crystal   pendant. illusions   and   spells.   black   cats.   mint   gum.   chapped   lips. dirt   under   your   fingernails.   the   cycle   of   life   and   death.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅.      murders   of   crows.   frost-bitten   leaves.   wolves   howling   at   midnight.  knocking   on   your   door.  leaving   food   out   for   stray   animals.  the   twang of   an   acoustic   guitar.  honey.  tiny   red   buds   on   trees.   claw   marks   on   the   walls.   golden   eyes.  slightly   too   long   stubble.  sharp   canines.  soft,   thick   fur.  hunger.  a small  cottage   in   the   middle   of   the   woods.   knitted   fingerless   gloves.   sleeping   on   the   forest   floor.   always   finding   your   way   back   home.

[coffee-in-europe]

january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere