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spotjardin · 1 year

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La vie du hérisson

Le hérisson

PRÉSENTATION

Le hérisson est un mammifère de la famille des érinacéidés. A noter qu'il en existe plusieurs espèces. Celui que nous connaissons qui parfois squatte nos jardins est le hérisson européen, appelé également hérisson d'Europe. Comme vous avez pu le remarquer son dos est recouvert de piquants. Le hérisson adulte peut en posséder 5000 voire plus, jusqu'à plus de 7000. Ces piquants sont renouvelés au bout de 18 mois environ. Le reste de son corps est recouvert de longs poils assez raides mais qui malheureusement ne lui permettent pas de se protéger du froid pendant la saison hivernale. Il possède une toute petite queue conique. Concernant sa dentition, il possède 36 dents. Ses oreilles sont très coutes. C'est un peu difficile de les apercevoir car elles sont recouvertes par ses poils. Il s'agit en fait d'un tout petit mammifère puisqu'il mesure une vingtaine de centimètres de longueur et 12 centimètres de haut pour les plus petits pendant que les plus importants mesurent 32 centimètres de long et une quinzaine de centimètres de hauteur. Son poids varie en fonction des saisons. En moyenne, il pèsera de 450 grammes à 800 grammes. Mais souvent il peut atteindre jusqu'à plus de deux kilos à l'approche de la saison hivernale. S'il est en danger, il s’immobilise, va se rouler en boule en hérissant ses piquants.

SON LIEU DE VIE

Le hérisson commun vit dans la plupart des pays Européens en particulier sur les bords des forêts, dans les près, dans nos jardins et éventuellement dans certains parcs. Il s'agit d'un très gros dormeur. Pour cela, il aménage un ou plusieurs gites avec des feuilles mortes. Il cherche également des endroits abrités à proximité des arbres ou bien sous divers buissons. Pendant la journée, il ne sort pas. C'est pendant la nuit qu'il va chercher sa nourriture. Quand arrive la saison hivernale, il va hiberner. C'est pourquoi à la bonne saison, ou éventuellement au début de la saison automnale, il va chercher un coin pour être bien à l'abri comme indiqué ci-dessus afin de passer la saison froide dans les meilleures conditions. S'il ne trouve pas d'endroit qui lui convient, il est capable de se creuser un terrier pour se mettre à l'abri. A l'intérieur de ce dernier, il confectionnera une litière faite de brindilles, d'herbe et de feuilles mortes. Dès les premiers signes de l'arrivée de la mauvaise saison, il va se rouler en boule pour s'endormir profondément, entrecoupé parfois de brefs réveils. Pendant son hibernation, il brule de la graisse qu'il a en réserve (jusqu'à 2/3 grammes par jour). Quand il a consommé toutes ses réserves, il est obligé de sortir chercher de la nourriture même s'il fait froid, autrement il meurt.

Le hérisson est un insecticide naturel

SON ALIMENTATION

Le hérisson est un omnivore (malgré qu'il soit classé dans les insectivores). En effet, il peut se nourrir d'insectes mais aussi d'escargots, de limaces, de vers, de fruits, de petits oiseaux tombés du nid, de champignons et éventuellement de lézards, de batraciens, de rongeurs et même parfois de serpents. Comme quoi, il peut avoir une alimentation très variée. Sa vue est très peu développée mais par contre il a l’ouïe très fine et son odorat est très bien développé.

SA REPRODUCTION

L'accouplement commence à s'effectuer à la fin de l'hibernation et en règle générale dure jusqu'au mois de septembre. Après une gestation qui dure un mois et demi environ (parfois un peu moins), dame hérissonne met bas entre 4 et 7 petits hérissons. A noter que la même hérissonne peut avoir deux portées dans l'année. A leurs naissances les bébés hérissons sont complètement aveugles et pèsent entre 10 et 30 grammes au maximum. Ces derniers ne possèdent pas encore de piquants mais, à la place, ce sont une centaine d'espèces d'épines blanches non piquantes qui apparaissent. Un peu plus tard ces épines blanche vont tomber pour être remplacées, au fur et à mesure, par des piquants de couleur brune. Ce processus va durer jusqu'à l’âge d'un mois environ. A ce moment là, le jeune hérisson sera couvert de 3000 piquants de couleurs brune. Toutes les épines blanches disparaissent. A partir de 3 semaines de vies, les jeunes hérissons commencent à être éduqués par leur mère. Ils la suivent la nuit pour apprendre ce qui leur sera nécessaire pour se nourrir (les différentes proies énumérées ci-dessus). Ils continuent d’être allaités par leur mère jusqu'à 2 semaines au maximum. Le jeune hérisson commence à sortir seul à partir de deux mois, ce qui est l’âge de son indépendance. La famille éclate en quelque sorte et, 3 ou 4 semaines plus tard, la mère hérissonne ne reconnait plus ses petits s'il lui arrive de les croiser. Très peu de jeunes hérissons atteindront l’âge de 12 mois. 20% au maximum arriveront à cet âge.

ESPÉRANCE DE VIE

En règle générale le hérisson a une espérance de vie de 6 à 10 ans. Mais malheureusement son espérance de vie a diminué. Elle n'est que de deux ans au maximum. Beaucoup de facteurs en sont responsables. Tout d'abord, beaucoup se font écraser par les voiture en traversant les routes. D'autres sont empoisonnés par les pesticide qui inévitablement sont mélangés à leur nourriture. Après il y a les maladies, les tiques, les puces et les prédateurs comme le renard, la fouine, les chiens, les chats, le blaireau.. Etc.. ça fait beaucoup d'obstacles pour que ces jeunes hérissons puissent arriver à vivre une vie complète.

LE CRI DU HÉRISSON

Quand le hérisson est effrayé il peut émettre un cri très strident. Il "grincaille" dit-on. Si vous en avez un dans votre jardin, qu'un jour il a peur de quelque chose, si ça se passe la nuit, et que cela dure longtemps, vous ne dormirez pas de la nuit. Quand il se restaure il fait beaucoup de bruit car il mastique.

Abri pour hérisson

A SAVOIR IMPÉRATIVEMENT

Le hérisson Européen est un mammifère protégé. Il est interdit de le capturer, de le transporter, d'en détenir un chez soi et encore moins de le commercialiser. Toutefois il est possible de l'aider avant l'arrivée de la saison hivernale afin qu'il passe sa période d'hibernation dans de bonnes conditions. Pour cela, construisez-lui un abri avec des morceaux de bois, ou bien encore avec des palettes superposées. Il faut lui laisser le soin d'aménager ces abris à sa façon avec par exemple de l'herbe, des brindilles, des feuilles mortes ou bien encore avec de la mousse afin qu'il se construise une bonne litière. Un hérisson pesant moins de 700 grammes n'est pas capable de survivre pendant la saison hivernale sans une éventuelle aide humaine. Si un hérisson décide d'élire domicile dans votre jardin, il mangera des limaces, des escargots, des insectes, et il sera très utile en tant qu’insecticide naturel. Il adore manger les croquettes des chats et des petits chiots. Pensez à lui prévoir une gamelle d'eau. Par contre, il est INTERDIT de lui donner du lait de vache ou du pain ce qui lui donne des diarrhées violentes qui sont mortelles.

TRÈS IMPORTANT

Si vous avez un hérisson dans votre jardin, l'utilisation de produits chimiques est à bannir y compris la bouillie Bordelaise. Et pour terminer je vous propose cette vidéo de la chaine YouTube Emilie Biologie https://youtu.be/F5u7g6BCbX8 INSCRIPTION SUR LE SITE Vous devez vous inscrire sur le site pour recevoir une alerte par mail à chaque nouvel article mis en ligne. ABONNEMENT A LA LETTRE MENSUELLE Vous pouvez également vous abonner à la lettre mensuelle du site. Si vous avez aimé cet article n’hésitez pas à le partager sur les réseaux sociaux en utilisant les boutons ci-dessous. Read the full article

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cinnamoneve · 7 months

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𝐟𝐞𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞.

feuillemorte \fə.jə.mɔɹt \ (adj.) - of the color of dead or dying leaves: dull yellowish or orangish brown.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: satoru falls into habits of sleepless nights when he worries ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader gets picked up by gojo (he is the strongest btw and he can lift anyone w ease !!) ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 2k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: there is angst if you squint. pls enjoy my loves ♡

the apartment always felt colder at night.

selfishly, you lazily searched for your boyfriend’s warmth to steal, afraid that opening your eyes would ruin the illusion of dreaming while you’re awake. patting around, the bed was unusually empty and lacked satoru’s body heat to keep you toasty.

you break your comfort to crack your eyes open and see that you are, in fact, all alone in bed.

“satoru?” you manage to call out, half in a whisper, to no response.

you peek at the clock on the bedside table. it’s 3:52am.

slowly, you sit up and prepare to get out of bed. all you’re wearing is one of satoru’s shirts, which probably explains why you’re freezing your ass off. you grab the blanket off the bed to shroud yourself before bracing for the cold; changing out of satoru’s shirt won’t be an option.

it was one of the first items of clothing he’d given you in your relationship. the two of you live together now–you have unlimited access to satoru’s extensive wardrobe, along with his blessing to take anything, anytime.

the shirt was well-loved and very lived in; it had stains and holes in it, a burn mark from a night you tried to impress satoru with an expensive cut of flame-grilled steak. it was just a silly shirt, after all–some graphic tee he’s acquired one way or another that fit him like it was made for him.

he lied, actually, giving it to you. lying through his teeth when he remarked how it was too small on him, but he’d hate to get rid of it. he was really thinking about how you’d look wearing it, how the hem would float just around the middle of your thigh, the shirt covering you in an extension of him.

satoru would dream of you doing nearly anything in that shirt. laughing at a joke he told, brushing your teeth together, eating the breakfast he made for you, sleeping on the couch you two picked out together. you had other clothes he loved, but this was his favorite.

you didn’t know this, of course, you just loved him. a lot, actually. and that was reason enough to wear it.

you scrunch the blanket up so it doesn’t drag on the floor as you venture into the dark apartment.

“saaaaatoru~” you whisper around, checking if he went for a quick pee, or maybe if he was changing into different sweats.

no sign of him in the bathroom, or poking around the laundry room.

maybe he was feeling restless and went for a run?

mm, he would’ve told you first. his shoes are still by the door, along with his keys and everything. his phone was by the bedside table when you left the bedroom.

perhaps a midnight snack was in order. satoru was often hiding away in the kitchen, stealing himself a quick bite of something sugary to quell his sweet tooth before bed. and you’d always act surprised when you found him, and he’d always act like he was up to no good.

nothing there either, but there was a suspiciously ice cream-covered spoon lying next to the sink: a telltale sign he’d be coming back for it.

seemed to be getting warmer.

the living room was quiet and dark, and he wasn’t curled up on the couch watching something he was barely even paying attention to. it was narrowed down to one place.

you put some shoes on before opening the door to the balcony. the crisp autumn hair hit your face before you even noticed satoru sitting on the ground. you had furniture out there. there was no reason for him to be doing that.

your voice was still groggy from your slumber.

“good morning, satoru,” you mumbled. he knew you were there, and he was already looking back up at you.

“hey, you,” he replies. his voice is abnormally mellow for the words he said. his eyes were a little puffy, and touches of pink dotted the tips of his nose and ears. maybe it was the weather doing this all to him.

you studied his face a little more, and he looked tired. the kind of tiredness that sleep won’t fix.

“i couldn’t sleep,” he dryly says.

“i know. it’s okay, love”

and you said that honestly, but you weren’t sure if you meant it.

satoru had bits of insomnia when work got particularly hard. he worried about not being able to protect you or his students, so he kept infinity working overtime. the means justified the end in his opinion, and his thick head wouldn’t change what’s not in need of a fix. you both were still safe, right? what’s a few days’ worth of sleep if it guaranteed he could protect you both?

you couldn’t fight him on it anymore, you knew this. the best you could do was support him and love him. but it was hard to watch.

the silence was occasionally broken up by the wind moving dried leaves on the street below. it seemed like the whole world was asleep at this hour. too early for the morning risers, too late for the night owls; just you, satoru, and the moon on the balcony together. satoru stared off into the distance, towards the city that seemed to be the only thing alive right now.

he looked up and snaked his hand up your thigh, settling gently on the hem of your shirt. his shirt, really, but it was soft enough that you barely felt the tug.

you went to sit on the ground with him, but he pulled you by the bottom of your t-shirt into his lap.

“don’t, it’s dirty,” he flatly mumbled into the crook of your neck.

you hummed in response as you settled onto him. he hugged your waist and leaned his head against your back, nestling just between your shoulder blades.

“you’re gonna get sick if you sit out here any longer, y’know,”

“the fresh air feels nice,” his words tickle your back, which makes you giggle.

you twist around to straddle him and see his face.

he gives you a tired smile when his eyes meet yours. you tilt your head to give him a sympathetic look.

taking his face in your hands, you thumb his cheek and soothe him as best as you can.

“your face is freezing, stupid,”

he suppresses a smile, but his dimples are evidence of his feelings. he pulls the blanket to cover the both of you.

“come here then, lemme steal some of your body heat if you really care so much about me,”

you crawl into him as he holds you, keeping you both wrapped under the blanket with only your heads peeking out. he’s keeping you so snug to him that it’s hard to look up at him, or even move.

“thank you, satoru”

“you don’t have to do that”

“i absolutely do, don’t be crazy. you’re keeping us safe, right?”

“something like that, i think. or trying to,”

his confession makes you both go silent. the wind whistles again as the fallen leaves dance once more. he pulls you a bit closer as a chill settles in.

“i don’t know,” he sighs, “i don’t know what’s the right thing to do, i’ve realized”

“you don’t have to, baby, it’s okay,”

“i wish i could scream at the sky ‘til it shattered,”

you giggled at the thought of it, and snuggled more into the blanket cocoon satoru wrapped you both in.

“i bet it’d be cathartic,”

“do you think it’d reach whatever’s up there?”

aliens? god? the infinite he can’t get his hands on, maybe. it was all up in the air.

“maybe if you yell loud enough,”

satoru shrugged at your simple answer. he was thinking about this before you got here, you’ve gathered, but he tended to grasp at the harder solutions instead of the simple ones in reach. he was an overthinking and philosophical mess when he’d had no sleep.

“maybe,” he said, “we’ll have to try it,”

he began drifting his hand around your back. slowly drawing patterns, writing words, marking circles around your spine. you could find yourself ready to fall back asleep right then. best not rub it in though.

it was hard for the stars to shine brightly this close to the city. the light pollution seeping from tokyo battled the stars for dominance, and it always won.

satoru looked up at the night sky. for guidance, for a sign, for divine intervention. the wind carried the scent of dead leaves.

he’d hope that he’d go the same way. leaves were beautiful at every stage of their lives, he thought. stark, shiny green one moment and a deep myriad of autumnal colors the next. yellow for a bit, orange for just a breath, red maybe if it felt like it. it fell, plagued the ground, but was never considered litter or unkempt looking. it was beautiful, even when it was dead and served no purpose.

he’d wished father time would be as nice to him as he’d been to leaves.

was it father time? death itself? or god, maybe. maybe it was nothing at all.

satoru hugged you closer, if that was even possible.

it all seemed so infinite. the infinite outcomes and the endlessness of it all seemed to haunt him greater than any curse could.

all he could focus on was the person in his lap. he’d hope you were together in every lifetime. in every timeline.

you were matching stains on a graphic tee gifted by a lover. you were two ice-cream covered spoons on the edge of the sink. maybe you were two leaves dancing on the ground, waiting for the next time that the wind would bring you another adventure.

but for now, you were you. and satoru was himself.

and there’s nothing wrong with that. it’s a beautiful thing to be painfully mundane sometimes. to not be the strongest, not have the power of infinity, and to not know the next move. the answer was in front of him all along, as usual, and obvious as well.

he exhaled deeply.

“c’mon, let’s get back to bed”

you were drifting off to sleep already, but the sudden vibration of his words pulled you out of it.

“mm? are you sure? we can sit outside as long as you want. i don’t mind,”

“i know,” he said, “it’s okay. i’ll carry you. don’t worry about getting up”

in one swift motion, satoru was up to his feet with you cradled in his arms. he stepped inside, locked the door, and made way for the bedroom.

he carefully put you back in bed. when he reached down to place your head on the pillow, you pulled him in for a deep kiss.

he just seemed like he needed it. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your lips away but keeping him close.

he leaned in and cupped your face in his hands with a smile. he knew what you were going to say before you could even open your mouth.

“i’m okay, i promise,”

“i believe you”

you didn’t.

but he meant it. everything you do for him brings him an immeasurable amount of comfort, and even if he didn’t want to talk about it, just having you there to sit with him was more than enough.

“i love you,” he said.

and you answered, as you always do.

“i love you more,”

you didn’t. you couldn’t, he thought. it would be impossible to top the amount of adoration he holds for you. but he’d indulge you a little bit and let you think that. only silently he’d fight that fight, knowing you’d deny it if he ever voiced that.

satoru gave you a final kiss on the forehead before climbing into bed next to you. the lights were off, the house was cold, but underneath the covers was the perfect temperature.

you shifted close to him to steal some of his body heat.

he made sure his infinity was off so he could hold you even closer. it was the first night in a while he was able to sleep so soundly.

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gwendolynlerman · 1 year

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Untranslatable words (part 3)

Here are part 1 and part 2. I have also made other posts with untranslatable words in Spanish and German.

Arabic: غرفة [ḡurfa] (the amount of water that can be held in one hand), يقبرن [yaqbirna] (literally “may you bury me”, wishing that a loved one outlives you because of how unbearable life would be without them)

Bantu: mbuki-mvuki (to shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in celebration)

Dutch: gezellig (cozy, nice, pleasant, sociable), struisvogelpolitiek (literally “ostrich politics”, an evasive style of politics that fails to address problems by either ignoring them or by creating a false sense of security through ineffective measures)

Finnish: poronkusema (the distance a reindeer can comfortably travel before taking a break, around 7.5 kilometers/4.7 miles)

French: feuillemorte (of the color of a faded, dying leaf), l’appel du vide (literally “the call of the void”, the inexplicable draw of the dangerous and unknown future), noceur (someone who goes to sleep late or not at all or one who stays out late to party)

German: Drachenfutter (literally “dragon fodder”, the gift a husband gives a wife when he is trying to make up for bad behaviour), Kabelsalat (literally “cable salat”, cable clutter)

Greek: μεράκι (intense passion)

Hungarian: szimpatikus (nice, likeable)

Japanese: ぼけっと [boketto] (gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking about anything), 風物詩 [fūbutsushi] (the things that evoke memories of a particular season)

Hawaiian: ʻakihi (listening to directions and then walking off and promptly forgetting them)

Hindi: जुगाड़ (jugāṛ) (a process or technique that lessens disorder in one’s life, making it easier to manage or more convenient)

Icelandic: tíma (not being ready to spend time or money on a specific thing despite being able to afford it)

Indonesian: jayus (a joke so terrible and unfunny it can’t help but make you laugh)

Inuktitut: ᐃᒃᑦᓱᐊᕐᐳᒃ [iktsuarpok] (the act of repeatedly going outside to check if someone is coming)

Italian: commuòvere (to move in a heartwarming way)

Malay: pisan zapra (the time needed to eat a banana)

Norwegian: forelsket (the indescribable feeling of euphoria experienced as one begins to fall in love)

Portuguese: nefelibata (literally “cloud-walker”, one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams or does not obey the conventions of society), saudade (a vague, constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, a nostalgic longing for someone or something loved and then lost)

Russian: разлюбить (razliubit) (to fall out of love)

Sanskrit: कल्प [kalpa] (the passing of time on a grand cosmological scale)

Scottish Gaelic: sgrìob (the peculiar itchiness that settles on the upper lip before taking a sip of whiskey)

Spanish: cotisuelto (someone who insists on wearing their shirt tails untucked)

Swedish: mångata (the roadlike reflection of the moon on the water), smultronställe (literally “place of wild strawberries”, a special place treasured for solace and relaxation, free from stress or sadness), tretår (on its own, “tår” means a cup of coffee and “patår” is the refill of said coffee, so a “tretår” is therefore a second refill)

Tagalog: kilig (to experience shivers and suffer pangs from strong emotions, usually romantically)

Ursu: گویا [goyā] (a transporting suspension of disbelief, an “as-if” that feels like reality), ناز [nāz] (the pride and assurance that comes from knowing one is loved unconditionally)

Wagiman: murr-ma (the act of searching for something in the water with only one’s feet)

Welsh: glas wen (literally “blue smile”, one that is sarcastic or mocking), hiraeth (homesickness, nostalgia, a longing for somewhere one cannot or will not return to)

Yiddish: לופֿטמענטש [luftmentsh] (literally “air person”, someone who is a bit of a dreamer)

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uncertainwallflower · 10 months

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feuillemorte (n.): the colour of a dying leaf.

BETWEEN THE DESIRE AND THE SPASM Chapter 7: And the Act Falls the Shadow

His eyes found her instantly. She looked to be in a hurry, carmine hair slightly awry, face endearingly flushed as she pushed out of the crush. James grappled with his better nature: I do not want to talk to her wrestling don’t be a dick, hold the grille in turn wrestling venereal thoughts that shan’t be here repeated. She reached the lift in the nick of time, throwing her hand—slender and pale as it was—in the diminishing crevice. The grille halted, then slid back, allowing her passage while he cursed Merlin and all his descendants.

AO3 or from the beginning

feuillemorte source: @other-wordly

#new chapter #BTDATS #lily evans #james potter #between the desire and the spasm #heed the ao3 tags

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guroseinsei · 8 months

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WIP TITLE GAME.

thanks @serenaew for the tag :D!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

listen, i used to title my wips the silliest things: "wahoo, chair smut" or "okay but what if 😤🥲🐝" sksks. i recently got into the habit of titling them properly because i suddenly started forgetting their plots and needed to get a bit more organized. kudos to a friend of mine for opening my eyes to the beauty of spreadsheets (´▽`).

tldr: don't be too impressed that most of my fics have titles, i still agonize over titling them LOL.

anyway, onwards /0/! (under the cut)

bnha:

▪︎ half a glass full (aideku)

▪︎ a four-eyed view (aideku)

▪︎ aideku 17 days

vinsaga:

▪︎ feuillemort (askefinn)

▪︎ the sky above, the earth below (askefinn)

▪︎ prefatory bites part ii (askefinn)

▪︎ dripping water hollows stone (askefinn)

▪︎ fear is a particular religion (askefinn)

▪︎ deathly fragrant (thorgil/olmar)

snarry:

▪︎ two silver linings

▪︎ cold, cold man part ii

gomens:

aoex:

▪︎ forest fires (mefirin)

▪︎ to live in a burning house

▪︎ under a raincoat

kakuhida:

▪︎ trailing vine of the meeting hill take me to his side.

spiderverse:

▪︎ cosmogyral (flowerfang)

▪︎ a borrowing of bones (flowerfang)

batman:

▪︎ abo preg brudick

:3 tagging: @rinn-e @squerunit @itshomobirb @aideku7-blog @thebeingofeverything @askefinns @0raika-ace0 @queen-of-the-nerdlords @mandalora @jinxofthedesert @askebjoners @sleepyviri (feel free not to!)

#random: mood #tag: seis.tho(ugh)ts #wip title game #fandom: vinland saga #fandom: batman #fandom: good omens #fandom: spiderverse #fandom: harry potter #fandom: bnha

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hordraomin-sketches · 1 year

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Euscas Creektown

Once a normal human male, he was tricked by a cindaedri lord called Shzhvelardh, and after his death, was reanimated in one of the realms the lord ruled over - Feuillemort.

His name is pronounced "YOU-skahs" (/ˈjuskəs/).

Euscas woke up greatly deformed, changes listed below.

WARNING, DISTURBING DESCRIPTIONS

The upper part of his head was cut off, and his brain turned into a "pearlbrain" by literally being spooned out and fed to a special kind of homunculi clam oyster that exists in Feuillemort. Placed back into his head, it is now a perfectly smooth ball half the size of the original organ.

His eyes were replaced with those of a particular breed of werewolf. Those specific eyeballs belonged to a previous plaything that Shzhvelardh had fun playing with.

Both of Euscas' arms were removed and two dragonborn heads were grafted in their place. The heads are devoid of brains, but once belonged to two actual dragonborns who failed Shzhvelardh's missions, being his servants. Their tongues has been mutated in a special way, made into tentacles for Euscas to use as a replacement for actual arms. Those tentacles can be retrieved inside the heads' skull cavities, giving Euscas some free space to bite things with them, though on a very short range. With tongues retrieved, they also can cast a limited amount of innate dragon breath - fire from the red head, lightning from the blue one.

The tongues are always wet with saliva and Euscas can taste things by using them. Each tip also has a piercing in it, sometimes abused by Shzhvelardh.

Euscas' abdomen was decorated with 10 teeth extending from his ribs. A "window" of gelatinous membrane was donned into his stomach, making his guts partially visible. Due to his abdominal muscles were moved in a special way to be inside his stomach, closer to the back.

The man's reproductive organ has been removed, leaving some scars behind. His anus was sealed shut, instead putting a one-way portal by the end of his intestines, leading to an unspecified "waste place".

His lower legs down from the knee were replaced with ones of a feral lizard creature briefly mentioned to be called "zazarak". The spurs produce dangerous, lethal poison.

#hordraomin oc #body horror #horror #tw body horror

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addressed to : agnar bolton / @feuillemorts

“ lord agnar , ” rickard greets , having waited for the last possible moment , wondering if perhaps he would not have to enter into another conversation against his wishes . but northerners were harder to ignore , a deep seeded acknowledgement between northern houses begged for pleasantries — much to rickard’s lone wolfish chagrin . “ i have just parted with your wife . ” there is still a thick blanket of tension between houses karstark and bolton , even as rickard has resolved himself to forgive , as more bad blood would not bring back his father . he preferred to concentrate on one betrayal at a time . “ i was in search of mead , if you are interested . ”

#* filed as : dialogue ― rickard karstark .#agnar201

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : angar bolton ( @feuillemorts )

her limit had been reached hours prior , but myr didn’t wish to return to her bed. she expected something interesting to happen and had continued to become more disappointed in the night. perhaps she ought to give up , dorne hadn’t been much interest yet other than passing amusement at idle threads and only one happening of blood. when footsteps approach her spot in the corner myranda doesn’t bother to look up , easily recognizing the gait and feet of her sister’s pet. “ i must implore you to reconsider if you think you can annoy me as you do my sister and continue to walk out of this sand trap. ”

#❜ — closed starter ⁎ ✳#❜ — arc iii ⁎ 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 ⁎ ✳ ⋆#❜ — closed starter ⁎ 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✳#❜ — event 05 ⁎ 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⁎ ✳#❛ —𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 . * ⋆#❛ — 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 ✧ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . * ⋆

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with agnar bolton / @feuillemorts

he’d caught glimpses of the man since the celebration started but his bolton wife had never been far and so lukas had kept a distance, circling on the outskirts of the room like a shark, waiting. he didn’t have anything against his friend’s wife; she simply wasn’t the company he wanted. he’d finished a cup of ale when at last he spotted agnar alone. smirking, he strode over and tossed his arm over the other’s shoulder. ❝ finally free from your little wife and ready to have some real fun? ❞

#i. lukas harlaw — thread.#i. lukas harlaw — with agnar bolton.#i. event 05 — royal wedding.#( val don't hurt him. he's only teasing agnar )

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spotjardin · 1 year

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Comment réaliser une couche chaude ?

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QU'EST-CE QU'UNE COUCHE CHAUDE ?

Quel est le jardinier qui n'a pas eu de soucis pour effectuer ses semis à cause des variations des températures ? La couche chaude peut être une solution. Sont coût est très minime par rapport aux serres chauffées. Réaliser une couche chaude vous permet de hâter très efficacement vos semis, plus particulièrement si vous avez des saisons hivernales froides. Mais cela ne vous empêche pas d'en réaliser une si vous habitez une région plus douce. Il s'agit d'un système qui va énormément chauffer au début, et ensuite la température se stabilise petit à petit comme expliqué ci-dessous.

CHOISIR SON EMPLACEMENT

Tout d’abord il faut que vous déterminiez sa dimension, afin de décider à quel endroit vous souhaitez l'installer. Pour commencer, vous pouvez en construire une d'1m50 sur 0m60. Je pense qu'il s'agit d'un bon compromis pour votre première couche chaude. Ensuite, il faut que vous décidiez de l'emplacement (qui doit être impérativement plein sud), afin que les cultures que vous allez mettre à l'intérieur profite du soleil de la saison hivernale. Évitez un emplacement au milieu de votre jardin, car si chez vous il y a des épisodes venteux, votre couche chaude est à la merci des rafales de vent qui sont parfois violentes. Préférez un emplacement adossé à un muret, à une haie basse ou bien à une clôture grillagée.

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CONSTRUCTION

Vous avez deux solutions pour réaliser une couche chaude. Tout d'abord, vous pouvez la réaliser hors sol. Ensuite, la deuxième méthode consiste à décaisser l'emplacement choisi sur 40 centimètres de profondeur environ. La longueur et la largeur correspondent aux dimensions que vous avez choisies. Cette dernière solution est un peu plus longue à réaliser mais pour moi, elle vous offre une meilleure inertie du système.

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RÉALISATION DU CHÂSSIS POUR COUCHE CHAUDE

Que ce soit une couche chaude hors sol ou bien enterrée, c'est le même principe. Vous pouvez utiliser des parpaings, des briques ou bien encore des planches de bois. Pour celle qui est hors sol, rien de plus simple. Il vous suffit de construire un caisson sans fond que vous installez directement sur l'emplacement que vous avez retenu. Plus il est haut, moins vous vous baisserez. Mais il faut que vous pensiez au développement des végétaux. Quand ils auront été repiqués en godets, il faudra éviter que le feuillage ne touche le cadre vitré ou plastifié que vous poserez sur le châssis. Je pense en particulier aux tomates. Quand vous le remplirez, faites-le en vous arrêtant à une trentaine de centimètres du bord. En ce qui concerne une couche chaude enterrée, vous avez en plus à décaisser comme déjà précisé ci-dessus. Si vous avez un sol léger une bêche plate bien tranchante devrait vous suffire. Par contre si vous avez un sol plutôt lourd, il faudra certainement utiliser une pioche. Alors, il faut décaisser sur une quarantaine de centimètres en profondeur, une largeur et une longueur qui doit correspondre au caisson (sans fond) que vous avez construit. Mais attention, vous devez prévoir environ 5 centimètres de plus en largeur et en longueur afin que votre caisson s'adapte bien dans la cuvette que vous avez creusée. En sachant qu'il y a 40 centimètres de votre châssis qui est enterré, il faut prévoir au moins 60 centimètres, voire plus, pour la partie qui est hors sol.

A QUELLE ÉPOQUE DOIT-ON CONSTRUIRE UNE COUCHE CHAUDE ?

Il faut que vous sachiez que lorsque votre couche chaude sera terminée, la température pourra monter jusqu'à 60°, voire parfois un peu plus, grâce au fumier de cheval frais (ce que je vous conseille). Vous pouvez aussi utiliser du fumier de vache qui monte moins vite en température que celui de cheval. Cela peut être intéressant si vous avez une saison printanière très chaude. Il faut patienter 3 semaines environ pour que la température se stabilise 20/25°, l'idéal pour effectuer ses semis. Afin que votre couche chaude soit prête à être utilisée mi-février, il faudra donc l'installer début janvier.

TRÈS IMPORTANT

Il faut impérativement installer un thermomètre à l'intérieur de votre châssis, afin que vous puissiez suivre l'évolution de la température.

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REMPLISSAGE DU CHÂSSIS

Tout d'abord, il faut installer votre caisson à l'intérieur de la cavité que vous avez creusé. Il devrait rentrer facilement si vous avez prévu un peu plus que les dimensions du caisson. Ensuite, remplissez le fond de fumier frais sur 40 centimètres de hauteur (ou d'épaisseur si vous préférez), en y mélangeant des feuilles mortes, du BRF ou tout autres déchets de végétaux (sauf s'il s'agit de laurier-cerise, tin, rose... Etc... Bref tous les lauriers car ils sont toxiques). Chaque année il faut renouveler votre couche chaude. Ce que vous récupèrerez pourra vous servir éventuellement de compost que vous devrez laisser de coté au moins pendant 12 mois (avant de pouvoir vous en servir). Pensez à le remuer de temps en temps. Si vous mettez des déchets de laurier, vous risquez d'empoisonner nos amis les vers de terre. Et pour finir, étalez une couche de terreau d'une vingtaine de centimètre d’épaisseur. Comme ci-dessus (couche chaude hors sol), arrêtez de remplir votre châssis à 30 centimètres minimum du bord. Pensez à tasser avec vos pieds a mesure du remplissage de votre châssis. Votre couche chaude est terminée. Il vous suffit de la recouvrir par de vielles fenêtres, ou une protection transparente et épaisse faite maison. Si vous avez des nuits très froides, je vous conseille d'étaler sur votre châssis une bâche que vous enlevez la journée quand les températures remontent. Pensez à la remettre le soir.

ARROSAGE DE VOTRE COUCHE CHAUDE

Il est impératif d’arroser de temps en temps votre couche chaude afin de maintenir une légère humidité qui facilite la fermentation, et qui va permettre sa montée en température progressive. Cette dernière redescendra au fur et à mesure au bout de 3 semaines environ, comme déjà indiqué ci-dessus. Au début, arrosez-la copieusement, mais par la suite ne l'inondez pas. Maintenez juste une petite humidité. Et pour terminer, je vous propose cette vidéo de la chaine YouTube Le Jardin de l'Abbaye de Valsaintes https://youtu.be/ejDOygp6kwg Abonnement au site Inscription sur le site : Vous devez vous inscrire sur le site pour recevoir une alerte par mail à chaque nouvel article mis en ligne. Abonnement à la lettre mensuelle D’autre part, vous pouvez également vous abonner à la lettre mensuelle du site. Si vous avez aimé cet article n’hésitez pas à le partager sur les réseaux sociaux en utilisant les boutons ci-dessous. Read the full article

#arrosage #bêcheplate #brf #châssis #compost #couchechaude #feuillemorte #fumierchaud #fumierdecheval #fumierdevache #germination #Sol #terreau #thermomètre

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