#bug pov

[pnwnativeplants]

pov youre a bug under the salidago canadensis

#pnw native plants #native plants #solidago canadensis #Canadian goldenrod #bug pov

[anonymous-witness777]

Nasonov

We cling to the dandelions’ edges west of the basswood stump, the grasses slumped and gone to seed, the dew-wet scraps of late-summer leaf-falls, while the must of petrichor and moss is on the air. For a moment one of us is solitary, joined with the distant clouds and pink-tinged sky, testing subtle pressure and humidity shifts, and then her message returns to us in pure chemical lucidity—a message something like the color blue or an open flower, or a limitless horizon from behind which intoxicating scents float. 

Now we are one again, fixed in wanderlust and a compulsive yearning that thrums with our wings, go, go, go, go now, we go now; this is our voice as it swirls below the hex-door, and we swarm out, the tendrils of a great sun at the honeyed heart of the world. How good it is to be among the Searchers.

We rove. Our antennae twitch, gently scraping the air and gathering scent-fragments—dust, soil, peeling bark, swelling fruit, grass, water, animal hair and blood, disease, one another. 

And—sweet, holy, inexorable—the flowers. Now, now, now, the ritual-hail burns inside; we fix on our flowers with antennae struck forward ..-.-. alone now. 

Joined: the flower and something with yellow fur on its back, something that wears no name. We (the flower and I) approach each other; it shines more violet than violet and speckled in pink. Smell like the deep beat at the wood-heart, the god-heart, the body lurched upwards to a green and wet heaven; yes, this is a dark one, dark and cloyingly sweet. It is the best. It is always my flower that is the best. Drinking, pressing, peeling back, and pollen-heavy stamens brush against legs and leave a holy residue. This is our exchange.

Then we pull away from our flowers and we are together again. Any kind of singular yellow-furred being is forgotten, but the memory of the flowers is fixed and shared with the rest. Each which gave good nectar we mark with a message, so that other Searchers may drink as well. Now the compulsive desire returns, go, go, go now, but it is not for something unknowable and wide-open. It is for the close, clear sweetness of home. An unbearable nostalgia washes through us. 

We turn back towards that great sun and hex-heart of the world, the daughter of the still-greater Sun which burns above, who is the mother of the flowers and of us. We will not turn towards that Sun until the end, and then—they say—we must make the journey alone.

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1.    Worker honeybees secrete Nasonov pheromone to guide other bees to nectar-rich flowers, or back to the hive.

2.    Honeybees often return to the hive before storms—it is uncertain how they are able to predict the weather.

3.    Honeybees can detect ultraviolet light.

#honeybees #bees #beeblr #bug xenofiction #animal xenofiction #bee xenofiction #bug pov #xenofiction #nasonov #poetic prose #bug writing #bee fiction #bug fiction #insect xenofiction

[florntree]

Day 3992

#demonyan #daily drawing #dirt #plants #bug POV #dandelion

[the-creator-z]

Bug in his diary:

And I had finally crested that final peak, mine body trembling from the harrowing climb, and ‘twas in that moment that a sudden merciless gall struck me down and sent me tumbling awry! Woe is me…perhaps tomorrows attempt shall be more fortuitous

Me:

Huehuehue. Yeet

#shitpost #bug pov #compared to a bug I am a god #compared to me #what remains

[whewchilly]

Media Day at the Miami GP | 2 May 2024

#pov u just lifted up the rock of a ​very polite bug #carlos sainz jr #miami gp 2024 #the car is hot but tbh his boba ball eyes are stealing the show

[front-facing-pokemon]

#trapinch #i knew this one was gonna be good. no eyes. no mouth. just trapinch #pov. you are about to be bitten. or something like that. i think trapinch has a pretty interesting typing but it's mostly just because #i like ground- and rock-types that aren't. made out of rocks or whatever. i dunno if it actually has a dragon typing until it hits vibrava #okay it doesn't it's just a ground-type. but ground/dragon is interesting. i'm always surprised vibrava isn't a bug-type but it is still #interesting. imo. bug/dragon. 4x weakness to ice my belovèd #want the same downside as all the dragon/flying types for no reason? ground/dragon is your typing! garchomp typing i think #technically garchomp is dragon/ground as opposed to ground/dragon but no one pays attention to the order of types #except for Me… in my pmd ttrpg i talked about yesterday to me and like two weeks ago to you guys #anyway i'm hungry so i'm gonna go queue up vibrava. their eyes are a bit messed up so forgive e

[fawnduu]

Would you kiss them goodnight??

#snug as a bug in a rug #POV you are the TSA agent scanning my backpack

[endivinity]

forget me not

#pov u are holding a bug or perhaps a weird little alien creature #kullen art #damascus-12 #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny exo

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 17

Description: It's a three-day weekend, so you go out dancing, run into Miguel, and Gabi does her own investigating.

Pt 18

You’re really not sure how you didn’t make the connection between Miguel and Spiderman before. They have the same build, similar voices, they do that same head tilt thing, and they call you cariño, along with a few other heart-stopping petnames.

“Y/N, y/n, earth to y/n.” Janey is waving her hand in front of your face, her bag on her shoulder.

You snap back to reality and scroll past the news footage of Spiderman saving a bus full of senior citizens. “Yeah, sorry, I’m listening.”

“Are you? Because Principal Alan just emailed us saying a water line broke, so school is canceled tomorrow, and I was trying to tell you about it.”

“Really? So, we get a three-day weekend?” You set down your phone, face down, so you aren’t tempted to pick it back up and obsessively search for more footage of Spiderman.

“Yeah, so I’m thinking we go out tonight?” Janey suggests a mischievous expression on her face.

“Oh no, no, are we going to one of those weird clubs where all the drinks aren’t called what they actually are, and the DJ wears a mask or something weird like that?”

Janey rolls her eyes playfully. “I take you to one speakeasy that’s a little weird—”

“A little? Janey, people were having sex just like, on the floor.”

“That is not usually a part of it, that was really weird.” Janey admits, giving you an apologetic smile. “But still, I know this new club, it’s really cool, and not weird at all.”

Janey is a liar. The club is super weird. All the employees are dressed in an odd sequined fabric, the drinks are dirt cheap, the DJ keeps switching up the songs halfway through, and the whole place is housed in an abandoned hospital.

“Janey, this place blows, can we please leave?” You shout over the music, trying to pretend you’re not grossed out by the couple making out on a decades old hospital bed.

“It’s an experience, y/n, just relax, have another drink, if the music doesn’t get better by the time, it’s midnight we’ll leave.”

You look at your phone, it’s eleven thirty now, you can tough it out for thirty more minutes.

“Okay, but you get my drink, and I’ll save our spot.”

Janey smiles and thanks you, then disappears into the crowd.

You sway to the music, watching the others around you. Everyone seems to be having a lot more fun than you. Then the song changes, the bass so loud you feel it in your chest.

Janey returns and hands you your drink. You both clink your plastic cups together and down them.

“Oh, that is so bad, ew, ew, ew, what the fuck was in that gasoline?” Janey crinkles her nose, coughing into her elbow.

Yours was pretty bad too, but you’re used to drinking shitty drinks from your time with Todd.

“Let’s just dance, I kind of like this song.” You say, holding your hands out to Janey and pulling her further into the crowd.

You leave the club right at midnight, pleasantly buzzed but not drunk, and you two share a cab back to your apartments, with Janey promising that next time she’ll pick a better place.

You wave goodbye and take the elevator up to your apartment, smoothing out your dress in the reflection on the doors. Tight, low cut, a gorgeous color, you love this dress because you just look so damn good in it.

Part of you wonders what Miguel would think of it. You toy with the idea of knocking on his door, pretending you need his help with something but think better of it. It’s midnight, Gabi is most definitely asleep, you don’t want to accidentally wake her up and have her see you in a clubbing outfit.

The elevator doors ding, you step out, and run straight into Miguel.

He looks you up and down, then cocks an eyebrow. “Night out?”

You try to subtly tug down your skirt. “Yeah, but it was kind of lame, so we left early.”

His eyes flicker behind you. “We?”

“Janey and I.”

He visibly relaxes and stretches his arms behind his head. “Can’t sleep, thought I’d go for a run.”

Your eyes drink in the bend of his arms, the flexing of his muscles through the long sleeves of his form fitting gray shirt.

You want him bad, so bad you start to open your mouth to say something you’ll blame on the alcohol flooding through your system, then you remember Gabi’s face. How she clung to you crying, how scared she was that you’d never come back.

You can’t mess this up, can’t throw yourself at Miguel just because he’s kind, smart, handsome, a good dad, and he eats pussy like a fucking champ. You have to be smart about this, it’s not just you and him, but you, him, and Gabi. And you will never do anything to hurt Gabi, and you’re sure neither would Miguel.

“That’s too bad, hopefully it’ll tire you out.” You say, forcing yourself to meet his eyes and steady your breathing.

“And what about you? Up for a run?” His voice dips low, and you know exactly what he’s asking.

“I can’t.” You say even as you scream internally, the parts of your brain fueled by lust cussing you out six ways to Sunday. “I’m so beat, and I’ve been drinking, it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Miguel scans you once more, then nods. “Take an Advil before you go to bed, I’m making you breakfast, I’ll see you at ten.”

You buffer for a moment. Is he asking you out on a date?

“If you’d like, no pressure.” He backtracks, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression sheepish and nervous?

Is Miguel O’Hara nervous?

You step closer to him and brush your painted lips across his cheek, leaving a perfect imprint of your lips, the pink of your lipstick complimenting his tanned skin. “I’d like that. I’ll see you at ten.”

Then you slip into your apartment, flop down onto your couch, and scream into the nearest pillow.

“Lyla?”

“Yeah, Gabi?” Lyla pops into the room, her form dimmed to match the low light of her room.

“Is Papá here?”

“It looks like he’s in the hallway with y/n, do you want me to tell him you’re awake?” She’s sitting beside Gabi’s bed now, a concerned look on her face.

Gabi turns onto her back, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. “No, it’s okay.”

Lyla hums in response. “Anything else kiddo?”

“Can you see if Ms. Y/N is single?”

“Sure, one second.”

Gabi hugs her bear tighter as she waits.

“She is, and it looks like…oh, ya know what, maybe your dad should tell you this stuff.”

“Lyla, come on, I thought you were cool.” Gabi pouts, sitting up in her bed and staring at Lyla’s shifting form.

“Ugh, okay but, promise me you’ll tell your dad you heard about this on the news or something.”

“I promise.” Gabi says, rubbing at her eyes, sleep already pulling at her, beckoning her back to dreamland.

“Todd Jameson, twenty-six, found dead in the Brooklyn River. Apparently, he was pretty scratched up, but that was probably from the stuff that was in the river.” Lyla bites her lip then continues. “Anyways in other news, a water pipe burst in your school, so you get a three-day weekend! That’s super exciting, congrats, kiddo.”

“No school tomorrow, yay.” Gabi yawns and lays back down, snuggling closer to Oso.

“Yep, no school, so just get some sleep, okay? Don’t think about anything but how much fun you’re gonna have with your dad on this three-day weekend.” Lyla urges, her tone soft as Gabi drifts off to sleep.

“Promise me you’ll tell Papá that Ms. Y/N is single.” Gabi insists, fighting sleep like a wild honey badger.

“I will, I promise. Now sleep, three-day weekend.”

“Three day weekend.” Gabi whispers, her head drooping, and her breathing evening out as Lyla dissipates from the room.

Miguel checks his watch to see a message from Lyla.

You couldn’t have been any more subtle with his death, could you?

He chuckles and dons his suit. Looks like he needs to get rid of a body.

Posting this while I wait for my flight bc I couldn’t wait any longer to get it to y’all!!!!

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#meg’s writing #miguel’s pastels #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara #Gabi’s pov #a little bit!!! #baby bug makes her first pov appearance!!!!

[tending-the-hearth]

i think about how dally and two-bit and johnny and soda all tried SO hard to get ponyboy to realize that yeah, darry doesn't show it well, but he loves ponyboy more than anything, and it isn't until ponyboy sees darry in the hospital that he realizes.

it isn't until he sees how his disappearance has affected his older brother, sees how small darry is making himself (because GOD darry probably thinks ponyboy is scared of him, so he hunches his shoulders and makes sure he looks as non-threatening as possible), sees the dark circles beneath darry's eyes, until he sees darry crying, something he didn't even do when their parents died.

which is why i think that the "i thought we lost you like we did mom and dad" line is one of the most heartbreaking in the entire book. because now we, along with ponyboy, understand why darry is so protective, and how his protectiveness can sometimes manifest as just darry being overbearing and upset all the time.

because darry is still only twenty. he hasn't even had a chance to properly grieve his own parents, and just when things are starting to settle, his younger brother disappears with his best friend, leaving nothing but a dead body in his wake. and of course darry can only think the worst, so it's not until he sees ponyboy safely wrapped up in sodapop's arms that he finally is able to let his guard down and admit to himself and his brothers why he's been so tough on them.

the ponyboy and darry reunion is just so beautifully written, because you have darry letting his walls down, and you also have ponyboy finally understanding his older brother.

#yes i am writing a fic via darry's pov for the runaway/reunion scene why do you ask #the outsiders #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis i want to study you like a bug

[mixelation]

How often is Jigsaw, sorry Tori, trapping people in barrier death traps that slowly deplete on oxygen or boil the victim alive versus just getting people with the classic ‘Touch to instantly die’ seals. Is Tori a ninja serial killer?

see, from tori's POV, she's doing a bunch of things that feel like completely natural escalations. there's a ninja squatting on your farm and you'd feed her for a week if she got him to go away? it's okay, she can set up a barrier run on trees that will effectively last as long as the tree lives.... oh no, actually, there's now no way to let this guy go without risking him retaliating on her/other civilians and just going back to what he was doing. guess she'll leave him for dead? or maybe it's more merciful to kill this guy outright, except he's trapped in a barrier. well, she can make a vacuum inside by manipulating temperature, right? oh no, that didn't work? okay well here's a death seal you can use, enemy ninja, if you don't want to starve to death. she's going to workshop the vacuum seal now because it's bothering her it didn't work, don't mind her. oh you went for the death seal? cool, the people she's been staying with were starting to hint she should leave, and now she can use your pocket change to buy her own food and can move on assured that her nice hosts are safe :)

but then from the outside it looks like "she trapped him, spent a few days fucking around in front of him while he desperately tried to escape, until he killed himself and she was like 'oh well, free stuff!' and looted his corpse"

#she does sometimes ambush or trick ninja 100% to rob them for supplies/money because in her POV they're fair targets #and usually she'll try nonviolent methods but also sometimes if her plan goes wrong she DOES end up hurting/killing people in defense #but she rarely STARTS OFF thinking she's going to kill someone #sometimes it just turns out to be the only solution she can swing safely??? #like trapping a dangerous bug in a cup and then being like 'wait this thing could KILL me' and killing it instead of releasing it outside #asynchronicity #toriverse

[pnwnativeplants]

POV ur a bug featuring Angelica lucida, also known as seawatch

#pnw native plants #native plants #seawatch #angelica lucida #bug pov

[13eyond13]

love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world

#im talking about griffith btw #guts i feel i get intuitively - maybe because i have some personality traits in common with him #and we get more about his life concretely told to us in canon. so he is a bit easier to pin down as a character and feel attached to for me #but whenever i was reading the manga i just kept wanting more insight about griffith's actions and feelings #like ok yeah its fun to have mysterious antagonists and suspense /tension etc but its also fun to feel like you deeply understand them too #and i felt like that was a bit missing from him for me in canon #so reading about him in analysis and fics is the most fun for me rn #he always felt kinda half unreal to me- which maybe was the point of him - but i wanted a bit more about his childhood or something? #and wished we had more stuff explicitly from his pov in the story to read or explanation about his transformation or wtv #and now he's so much more closed off to me even than he was in the golden age. i keep waiting for him to explain stuff and he does not #ANYWAYS all this rambling to say some people out there are very good at interpreting him and making his like. insecurities #more obvious to me bc i didnt really get that side of him from canon intuitively well #also im really enjoying reading the first few berserk fics ive read #there may not be a ton of them out there but there is def writing talent in the fandom #i'll share some recs once i'm done sifting through most of what's out there to read #also (not to tie everything back to death note but it IS my home fandom after all) #i feel griffith is obvs the more light-like character here and L maybe a bit guts-like? but unlike berserk in death note #light is the one you get to know best and L is the mysterious / unreal one you don't get a lot of concrete insight into #and in the DN fandom I can read the more mysterious character intuitively but had to warm up to the less mysterious one instead #and the mystery of L makes sense to me and doesnt bug me as much due to like - he HAS to hide a lot about himself or else he will die lol #so some similarities there but also some opposite feels as well #berserk spoilers #p

[rillette]

POV u are an annoying older brother

#jason todd #basketball #pov u are me and u got way too invested in a warmup again </3 #now its 1am and i dont have time to draw anything else. le circle of life #its been too long since ive drawn a cityscape </3 #its been too long since ive drawn </3 #i spent all day doing HW like a NERD. UGH. #pray for me besties i have two exams this week tee hee #well. i say exams. one is a lab practical (bug exam. exam on bugs)

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: Heard Jesper screaming bloody murder down the hall so I bolted to where he was

Wylan: Tell me why I find him standing on the coffee table with a pillow beating the shit out of a bug on the wall

Jesper: I wasn’t “screaming bloody murder” that was my battle cry

Jesper: Im a warrior

Wylan: I thought you were dying

#did have it roles reversed but by popular demand they are switched which tbh is more in character #if jesper had his guns there would be a bug shaped hole in the wall #it was in fact bloody murder from the bugs pov #soc #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #six of crows #wesper #soc incorrect quotes

[evillillad]

this is her baby

#welcome home oc #welcome home #doodle #nina noon #my goober….. #pov barns and howdy: 😦 #whats the concept of pets in wh #we got lil bugs and big bugs so are there….pet dogs? cats? rainbow monsters? #pov barns and goober: BARK BARK BARK BAR K BARK