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onenicebugperday · 7 months
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@heyhelloitsk submitted: Don’t have to ID unless you’d like to but wanted to share a large friend I saw this morning! :D Location is in [removed]! (please remove location)
Pretty good camouflage! Looks like a sad underwing. Idk why they were named that, this fella seems in good spirits
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coolbugs · 10 months
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Bug of the Day
The other night I was out and saw this big caterpillar on a walnut sapling in my yard. For some reason I decided to document the host plant before the cat itself, and of course Sir Caterpillar of Grippyfeet decided to yeet himself into the grass before I could get a photo. So I was pretty psyched to find him pretty much back in the same spot the next night. @eumorpha-dream says it is some kind of underwing moth (Catocala sp.). I love the little white polka dots around the spiracles!
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bluu3berry · 4 months
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Underwing! (Birdtale "remake")
Author note: This is my take on the concept and seeing how i think birdtale would've looked like or progress not saying Grayscales original AU is bad or needs a rewrite.
!!Warning!! > I'm a minor so bad grammar/punctuations I'll try my best to fix!
Chapter 1 - Before Fall
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They stretched their arms high into the sky, Laying ontop a matted and dirty bed this orphanage was never good! Fris jumped up as their dull face heard child laughter in the distance heard the laughter of happiness. Fris was never apart of this being a far gone outcast from this society after.. Mishaps with their parents the small child was on their own with no friends or no one to be with.
But this day.. Today.. 20XX, March 25. Same month and day as Fris' birthday. Was going to change now they didn't know this however. They didn't hear a singing or anyone calling for them unlike another kids birthday Fris was forgotten about. They sighed and moved on as they silently moved down the stares, being the smallest kid in the orphanage only at 5 it was hard for them to get down the steps by foot.. So they sat down and-
Thump Fris sprawled out blankly sliding down the stares, like a bumpy slide would act. They tumbled near the bottom and landed near the shoe pile where all the shoes were gone except their lovely brown boots they had gotten from their parents! The boots still had that stain of dirt, they stared blankly at them before picking them up sitting down and struggling to get the old pair of shoes on. Once they did finally pop on uncomfortably they buttoned up their onesie never leaving it due to being a comfort item.
They hopped up and down trying to grab the door before it swung open they fell onto their bottom as a group of kids came running in with a pet dog they've found, Fris was to focused on going outside to play to even care about what the other kids had gathered as a group. They left the warm, but unwelcoming orphanage vibe and into the brave forest that covered the small hill it sat apon.
But what is fris going to do today? well their ambition was driving them to the point they'd wanted to find out if the myth of Harpies was even real!.. They grabbed a pack of bandages and their bag of rocks shoving them into their onesies pocket as they sat off on an adventure they'd never come back from.. or would they?..
~ While we wait for the ambitious soul to climb this scaling Mt. Osye let me tell you a tale, a tale of wings.. ~
Once there was 2 races. Harpies and Humans. Harpies in this world was the birds was another race with wings, Feathers. They weren't however near a human form...
The humans grew jealous of the Harpies flight of the sky.. So the king of humans banished the Harpies far away from home into the depths of MT. Osye.
The harpies were pacifist at this time so they didn't think of fighting.. They were seal and trapped...
Lets say the harpies grew cold..
~ Seems are protagonist has made it to the top! lets check up on them. ~
Fris stared down at the hole. They blinked seeing the black bottomless pit, They looked around the Almost ruined cave.. hearing a rumble before a crash! The cave enterance! It was about to close!
" ... " Fris still had a dull mind as they stepped back not to take damage but ended up tripping and falling into the wide pit below just seeing the rocks tumble closing up the hole they fell into. They stared blankly with no real expression.. They closed their eyes knowing this had to be death.
Tat- Ruffling of flowers was heard under them they sat up using their hand as a prep as their striped onesie was now dirtied by.. yellow daisies.. Talking about flowers they looked up to see a flower... with feather like petals that blew in the wind.. spikey soft looking arms and a Unsettling smile, looking untrustworthy..
" Howdy! I'm Feather.. Feather the 'Flower'! " The feathered flower spoke as it raised a hand to wave. " Welcome to paradise! "
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Author note: Fris is the frisk of the AU not a different human, They're Boyflux use he/they hate being called a girl.
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poem-today · 1 day
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A poem by Philip White
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Underwing
I don’t know what it is that brings me back walking here. Even the heat is old, the woods again in stunned depletion and everywhere the musk of carcass-rot catching in the throat or dulling as the trail winds through. I want it far off, that smell, the smear like tar on grass just visible through leaves, the spine spilled out like broken dice or beads. And so when huge black birds clatter up through branches, close, I’m frightened too, half-lifting my arm against the blow. Ten in ten feet, the combed silver of their underwings clear feather by feather, working hard with hoarse grunts to pierce the canopy. Then gone. And when I break from the trees I watch them lofting over the fields— “Like wreckage in a funnel cloud,” I thought then, in my grief. But slow, at ease, released, crossing and crossing in the carious air.
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Philip White
Philip White writes: Probably too many of my poems are about birds. I can’t justify it. They’re just important to me. The worst places for me are the ones where birds are few. Fortunately, birds can be found almost everywhere, even places we’ve made pretty inhospitable to life. This poem is about one of the most spectacular birds for sheer beauty in flight.  They make the air look like an element you could live in.  It’s the more amazing because unlike the birds we get closest to most often, these convey unmistakable weight and bodily presence up close. At that range you feel their vulnerability and awkwardness when they shoulder themselves off the ground. Even setting aside their association with what they eat, in the body on the ground they can seem ugly—shaggy, hunched, misshapen, old—and their fleshy heads give them a vaguely naked look that seems bound to provoke recognition in the animal that recognizes nakedness. That’s what they do in this particular animal, anyway.
First published in The Missouri Review, October 2012.
Image: Image of Small flock of tiny birds flying by forest (Copyright: nick7634)
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xpants · 9 months
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onlyyourangel · 1 month
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First date idea: you chain me to your bed and fuck me until I pass out <3
-> my wishlist
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piercethedoll · 7 months
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sad girl slut
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clarabellexyz · 7 months
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meninosz · 3 months
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onenicebugperday · 7 months
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@silentlycrazy submitted: A large friend who gave me a bit of a jumpscare sitting by the backdoor. (RI, USA for a location but I don't really care what kind they are I just wanted to share)
Even "just brown" moths are so pretty!!
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minimallif · 2 years
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Catocala ultronia Ultronia Underwing Moth #Catocalaultronia #UltroniaUnderwing #Moth #Catocala_ultronia #Ultronia_Underwing #Catocala #Ultronia #underwing (στην τοποθεσία Flórina, Florina, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChuKcEPMlF1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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edamccash0 · 1 day
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hellsitegenetics · 3 months
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My name is Yoshikage Kira. I’m 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don’t smoke, but I occasionally drink. I’m in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning.
I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I’m trying to explain that I’m a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn’t lose to anyone.
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Closest match: Noctua janthe genome assembly, chromosome: 16 Common name: Lesser broad-bordered yellow underwing moth
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xpants · 9 months
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onlyyourangel · 1 month
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Are you still taking pic requests~? I just followed and absolutely love your tits~ but I wanted to know if we could see your cute butt too 🤭either way, hope you have a good one cutie~
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I don't post my butt often but I hope you like this anon <3<3
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rod-azza · 2 months
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❤️‍🔥
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