#stick grasshopper

[platycryptus]

The long-headed toothpick grasshopper (Achurum carinatum) lives and feeds among tall grass in the southeast US.

They’re flightless and not very fast or agile by grasshopper standards, but like a stick insect their camouflage seems to make up for it!

In Florida, they breed year-round and are abundant in this prairie habitat in January when few other insects are active.

[homobrutalism]

Proscopiinae - by Rafael Steinlesberger (@rafisteinles)

[bedupolker]

Just wanted to say, I love your Mouse mom and Rat dad. The artwork gives me Ghibli vibes and love how you draw eyes and expressions.

But I do have a few questions. Does Mariela have/had parents? I recall that her cousin is a grasshopper mouse, so is Mariela adopted? If her parents are still around, how would they react to her being a mother?

Mariella's own mother was sickly and passed away when she was a baby, she doesn't have brothers or sisters which is very unusual for a mouse. Her grandparents raised her and she had aunties and uncles of course but she quietly longs for the mother and siblings she didn't get to have

[taxonomytournament]

Taxonomy Tournament: Insects

Phasmatodea. This order is made up of insects that mimic plants. Members include stick insects and leaf-bugs

Orthoptera. This order has elongated hindlegs adapted for jumping. Members include grasshoppers, crickets, and katydids.

[gladdestthing]

i love my job (i do not get payed) 🦋🪳

[samimarkart]

art I have up for grabs! All pieces are the originals in acrylic and oil paint (and the last one is an entirely sewn by hand quilt made of cotton with polyester batting) please message me if you are interested in any of the pieces here and I can get them shipped out to you! all come with hanging mechanisms. I am currently navigating self employment with my student loans starting next month and would appreciate any support! share with your buggy friends

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Taking pet bugs to another level

[dougielombax]

I saw a small green grasshopper the other day.

For a moment I mistook it for a stick bug. Somehow.

A small oversight.

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 26th Anniversary, A Bug's Life!

Happy 26th Anniversary to Disney Pixar's A Bug's Life.

It has now been 26 years since Flik the Ant had saved his colony from Hopper's tyranny.

He went to go get help, Heimlich, Dim, Slim, Francis, Tuck and Roll only to recruit a team of circus bugs.

Despite the odds, they, Flik, Princess Atta, the Circus Bugs, and Dot were able to scare away the Grasshoppers, and free the other ants from oppression.

I'm thinking of adding him and characters from this childhood movie into my muselist.

[ashes-onthewind]

Wanna see a picture I took of a grasshopper?

oh FUCK YEAH!

[spoofyleaf]

I think you’d enjoy this pretty green grasshopper I found. Enjoy :>

Supposedly it’s a green-stripped grasshopper

*holds gently*

You were so correct I would absolutely love to see this picture of the grasshopper!!!!

May I interest you this video of a stick bug I took as a thanks?

[sublarozo]

Brb updating my insects

[paarksunghoon]

super hard & horny jake with sleeping f reader

for all the ppl out there who might be startled reading this request, please know that my works always contain consent even if it’s not explicit between the characters (i.e. previously discussed or part of the plot).

***

“Babe, are you awake?”

Jake’s voice echoes throughout the quiet of his bedroom. He can faintly hear the quiet chirps of the grasshoppers from outside and peers down at your sleeping figure beside him.

You look so peaceful like this, cheek squished against his pillows with one leg propped in a triangle. Your lips pucker into a pout and Jake admires your sleeping form.

It’s too bad, though. He’s so hard he can’t enjoy his girlfriend in his bed properly.

“Baby, please wake up.”

Jake puts his hand on your waist and gives you a squeeze but you don’t budge. His eyes trail over that t-shirt you borrowed from him and gives you another squeeze when his fingers have dipped underneath the fabric. But you still don’t wake up, not even with his hands all over you.

He looks down at his lap and sees his cock straining against his boxers from the wet dream he had before waking up. Jake whines quietly when your body does shift, even though he’s pushing his hand up higher until your naked bottom half is presented to him.

You can use me, is what you said to him one Thursday night while completely sober. I’m into it if you’re the one waking me up.

And, well, Jake is down to try almost anything at your request. He loves you that much.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself as he stands from the bed to rid himself of his plaid boxers. From the foot of the bed, Jake slowly peels the blanket off of your body and spreads your legs until your pussy is presented to him. Still careful with his movements, he sees that you haven’t woken up.

“Really? After all that?”

Your stillness doesn’t deter him. Jake moves himself back onto the bed and pushes his face until he’s able to stick his tongue out and lick you. Dry. You’re dry. But you won’t be by the time he’s pushing his cock into you.

“So soft,” he mumbles with his eyes closing shut. Jake pulls himself from you to check on your status. You’re still asleep.

“Wake up.” Jake sticks his tongue inside of your folds and massages your inner walls before licking fat stripes up and down your pussy in repeated motions to spread his spit all over you. “Need you so bad.”

He pulls away from you and situates himself behind your body, pulling you up until you’re somewhat arched. Jake takes himself in his hand and watches a wad of spit drop from his mouth to your slit until he’s rubbing his tip over you.

Jake sees you stirring. Your eyes blink open as if to assess the hour of the night like you were expecting it to be bright out. You shift until Jake pushes his tip inside of you and he bends down to kiss just below your ear as he pushes the rest of himself inside of you.

“What’s going on—ohhh.”

“I’m so horny, baby,” he whispers against your neck. Jake props himself up on his palms and thrusts into you until you’re voluntarily arching your back against his chest. “You didn’t wake up for me.”

“It’s okay,” you moan lowly. “I like waking up to this.”

“Yeah? You like waking up and feeling my hard cock inside you?” To make a point, Jake pushes himself forward abruptly and relishes in your gasp.

“Mhm.” You fall back down on the pillow below you but keep your posture for him. You feels the weight of his hips slinging like he’s close.

“Had a dream about us.”

“Oh yeah? What were we doing?”

“Exactly this,” Jake moans. “Fuck, you feel so good. So good.”

He barely pays attention to you, too focused on his pleasure to care about anything else. You love when he gets so lost in his euphoria that you’re almost an after thought because it always leads to mind blowing sex once the guilt settles in. You don’t really care that he gets off before you do from time to time. What follows is his magical mouth and fingers, sometimes together.

You arch your back even deeper until it feels like your ass is pressing back against him. Jake pushes his hips into you harder and faster until he pulls out and spills all over your folds. His cum is warm and sticky. Jake can’t help but gaze at you in wonder as he pushes his release around until you’re pressing yourself back against him.

Jake doesn’t need to ask you if you’re up for another round with the way you moan as he sinks right back into you.

***

comments and reblogs are appreciated! x

[bogleech]

Captain bogleech do you have handy references for the faces of mosquitos, fleas, houseflies, and ticks? I'm picking at an idea of a character who is themed around disease, and is strictly a source of disease and not diseased themself so like... Worlds best spreaders. The one I'm most locked on is miss aedes aegypti because of her good taste in stripes. SO in season (I dontactually know if stripes are in season)

Yes! First its good to know how a "normal" insect mouth is set up:

In most insects, like a grasshopper or a cockroach or the majority of beetles, there's a labrum covering the top of the mouth, kind of like a duck bill! The chompy mandibles are under that, then there are the maxilla to either side of each mandible, which include the "palps" it uses like little hands to hold food. The labium is the bottom part, and also has another set of palps! @revretch has gone into lots of detail on this but they put it best by explaining that the insect mouth is like a four sided box, formed by the labrum, maxilla and labium, with the mandibles usually inside the box. It's just that lots of insects do weird things with these parts, and many have big giant mandibles that always stick out.

Mosquitoes have all these parts, but they're all long and thin, and they all fold together to form the proboscis, with some of them bending back as it drills into flesh.

Fleas have similar to mosquitoes, but shorter and more compact. And many species have that AWESOME looking "mustache" of thorns right above the mouth, used for anchoring to furry hosts while they feed :)

In the non-biting flies, the mandibles are GONE, the mouth extends on a flexible hose and the labella is modified into a big flaring two-lobed pad. Digestive enzymes flow down the labrum and into grooves on the pad, so it works like a sponge soaked with acid :)

Ticks are a lot different because they're arachnids rather than insects, and arachnids have fewer mouthparts; normally just one pair of palps and one pair of chelicerae, which are the "fangs" in spiders! Below all that is an arachnid's real mouth, usually just a tiny little hole. In ticks, the palps are fused into two flat flippers, which the tick uses to pinch the skin of its host. The chelicerae are formed into a pair of jagged "scissors," if the blades of scissors were on the outside! These dig in and widen a small hole. Then the mouth is surrounded by a long extension, the hypostome, which is thickly covered in sharp tiny toothlike blades. Look how rad it is:

I say this a lot but the entire part people think of as the "head" of a tick is really just the mouth, because ticks are related to mites, and in mites, the head is fused entirely with the body. So when ticks have eyes, they're here:

It's tragic the world sees ticks as fat blobs with tiny heads, when in fact they are just big heads with legs.

For fun here are some of my Mortasheen monsters that hybridize humans with all the above, though my mosquito is very dated and due for a big overhaul someday; I didn't bother trying to merge real mosquito mouthparts with fleshy human ones and just had the whole mouth spiral together:

I also drew the flea without its "helmet" piece first, and went on to draw several alternate helmets :)

I put the most effort into the tick as you can tell. I also incorporated the fact that they smell with their front legs. :)

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Part 5 of Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Military!Reader

Six weeks later...

Your medical leave had come to an end and it was time to go back to base. You were taking it easy. You woke up twenty minutes till six like you always did. You slipped on your casual base clothes which consisted of an army green top, khaki cargo pants, and steel toe boots. You ditched the mask as there was no use for it anymore. Simon had already left the house so it was just you and your thoughts. You played out everything that had happened before your injury, and made a personal gane plan for how you would move forward. Number one was don't interact too much with Simon, or Ghost in this case. You couldn't leave room for assumptions and rumors to spread. Especially since you were a subordinate. Number two was tell the 141 very little detail about your boyfriend. Can't have them put two and two together. It could hurt both of your careers. Those were your rules and you going to stick by them.

You parked your car and walked into the base. It felt different even though nothing changed. Price was the first to greet you. He smiled as he shook your hand and welcomed you back. You couldn't be more grateful for a Captain like him. Not making a big spectacle, but also not entirely ignoring you. You caught up with Soap and Gaz in the mess hall. Both of them were excited to see you back. Soap told you about all of the jokes and pranks you missed out on. Gaz would chime in every once in a while to either correct an over-exaggerated detail or tell you about another thing that's not allowed on base now. You took it all in with smiles and laughs.

"So bonnie, what have you been up to?" Soap asked.

"Oh you know, lounging around my home. Nothing new." You replied.

"And your boyfriend?" Gaz chimed in.

"He's fine. Treated me like a queen the whole time I was home." You said.

The two men nodded in approval.

You three finished your breakfast and headed to the breifing room. Price was waiting, along with Ghost. You avoided eye contact with Ghost as you sat across from him as Price began breifing everyone on their next mission.

"We just need to gather intel on this group's operations. It should be a simple in-and-out mission, but you can never be to certain. Grasshopper, I want you and Ghost to infiltrate their hideout and gather as much intel as you can. Anything that could take them down."

Your heart sank, but you didn't argue. When Price gave an order all you could do was follow through. You finally looked at Ghost and gave him a small nod. "Copy that Captain." You said turning to look at Price. "Good, we'll be leaving at 0600 tomorrow. Get good rest everyone, you're going to need it." Price said, bringing the breifing to a close.

As you walked out of the room, Soap slung an arm over your shoulders. "Wanna go spar in the gym to blow off steam?" You were suprised at his offer, but you needed the training so you accepted. Ghost watched this encounter occur in front of him and was a tad jealous, but he didn't let that anger him. He knew you wouldn't go behind his back. You were loyal to your core and that was something Ghost respected.

In the gym, you and Soap geared up to spar. Gaz and Ghost sat close by to watch. Once you fitted yourself with the proper safety gear and padding, you got into a fighting stance as you watched Soap like a hawk. "Gotta say, for someone who's so skilled at diffusing a bomb, you sure are slow to gear up for sparring match." You taunted. "Aye, just tryin' to go easy on ya. Give ya' time before I win." Soap retorted. You hit back with, "You ain't got to easy on me Sudsy. Just don't pout when I beat you."

The trash talk was cut short by Gaz shouting to hurry up and fight already. You both got in position and the sparring session began. Punches were thrown, kicks landed with force, and it was dead silent. The only sounds present were grunts from either you or Soap, the impact of hits landing your padded bodies, and the occasional encouragement from Gaz. The match went on for what felt like hours. Both you and Soap were wearing each other down to a point where nobody knew who would be the victor. That was until you caught Soap in an unprotected stance and went for the kill. You had him pinned under you, too weak to fight back. You leaned down closer to his face and whispered, "I told you I'd beat you."

Ghost was the first to enter the ring and pick you up before you collapsed from exhaustion. Gaz followed behind to check on Soap. Needless to say, it took a lot before you would back down from a fight. Ghost couldn't have been more proud of you. When the evening rolled around, the four of you sat in the mess hall laughing about earlier events and catching Price up on what he missed. Of course, the only one who didn't speak was Ghost. "Aye LT.? You're quieter than usual. Got anything to add?" Soap asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? You got your arse handed to you by Grasshopper there." He said gesturing towards you. You could feel a little bit of pride in his tone.

It was the day of deployment. You woke up earlier than you needed to, gathered your things, and made it to the heli-pad. It's not that you were an over-achiever, it's that you were more nervous than usual. Your mind always went to the worst scenario possible. You calculated every possible thing that could go wrong. That might've been why the next person to join you on the heli-pad was Ghost.

He sat next to you and rested a hand on your knee. "No use gettin' nervous love." He spoke in a low tone. "I know, but my mind can't help it." You said in the same hushed tone. Ghost knew you couldn't control it, so he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a stress ball to place in your hand. You looked at the stress ball then to Ghost and smiled. "Figured you'd need it back." He said, and you could've sworn he winked. You two sat there in more comfortable silence than before. As the minutes went by, the rest of the team started showing up. Once everyone was there, it was time to board the heli and embark on the mission.

Once you guys made it to the safe house, it was strategizing and setting up any equipment necessary. You knew tomorrow you would be with Ghost on an extraction mission. Simple. In and out. Soap took watch for the night which let you get some rest, but you couldn't sleep. Ghost noticed, he always did, and moved closer to you. "Get some rest Sergeant. You're goin' to need it." He whispered with a slight gruffiness in his voice. You nodded and closed your eyes, shuffling to try and get comfortable. "I won't let nothin' happen to ya." He continued. With that affirmation, you were able to get some sleep.

The nervousness didn't entirely go away, but you were put at ease temporarily.

Meanwhile, Gaz heard the faint whispers from his Lieutenant....something wasn't adding up.

Part 6 coming soon!

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