#成虫

[visualratatosk]

Habitat: Preaching (to) animals, 09

[jpainorn]

蜂のシューターゲーム。

[hiroshishinno]

マタタビハチ #art #sculpture #insects #resin #hiroshishinno #新野洋 #昆虫 #現代美術 #合成樹脂 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoH7Ng6y5mV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[upto24]

ヘラクレスオオカブトはどのくらい生きるのか

ヘラクレスオオカブトは、その圧倒的な大きさで人気の高い昆虫ですが、飼育下での寿命は個体差が大きく、6ヶ月から1年程度とされています。しかし、適切な飼育環境を整えることで、より長く健康に育てることが可能です。

寿命に影響を与える主な要因

個体差: 遺伝的な要因や幼虫期の栄養状態など、個体によって寿命は大きく異なります。

飼育環境: 温度、湿度、餌、飼育ケースの大きさ、ストレスなど、飼育環境が寿命に大きく影響します。

性別: 一般的にメスの方がオスよりも長生きする傾向があります。

寿命を長くするためのポイント

温度管理

最適温度: ヘラクレスオオカブトは熱帯性の昆虫なので、25℃前後の温度が理想です。

温度変化: 急な温度変化はストレスになるので避けましょう。

季節変動: 冬場は暖房器具で温度を保ち、夏場は冷房で室温を下げるなど、季節に合わせた温度管理が必要です。

湿度管理

湿度レベル: 60～70%の湿度が理想です。

乾燥防止: 飼育ケース内に水を入れた容器を設置したり、湿らせたキッチンペーパーを敷くなどして、乾燥を防ぎましょう。

過湿防止: 過湿はカビの原因となるため、こまめに霧吹きなどで湿度を調整しましょう。

餌

高品質な昆虫ゼリー: 良質な栄養素を��んだ昆虫ゼリーをこまめに与えましょう。

餌の交換: 古い餌は腐敗の原因となるため、こまめに交換しましょう。

水分補給: 昆虫ゼリーだけでなく、水飲み場を設置して水分補給の機会も与えましょう。

飼育ケース

広さ: ヘラクレスオオカブトが自由に動き回れる広さの飼育ケースを選びましょう。

隠れ家: ココナッツ殻や朽木などを設置し、隠れ家となる場所を作ってあげましょう。

清潔さ: 飼育ケースは定期的に清掃し、清潔な環境を保ちましょう。

ストレスの軽減

取り扱い: 頻繁に手で触ったり、移動させたりしないようにしましょう。

振動: 飼育ケースを振動する場所に置かないようにしましょう。

他の昆虫との混入: 他の昆虫との混入はケンカの原因となるため避けましょう。

羽の色

羽の観察: 羽の色が黒ければ健康な状態です。黄色い場合は栄養不足や乾燥気味なので、注意が必要です。

寿命が短い場合

老衰: 寿命が近づくと、活動量が低下したり、食欲がなくなったりすることがあります。

病気: ダニやカビなどに感染すると、寿命が短くなることがあります。

ストレス: 狭い飼育ケースや急な環境の変化など、ストレスが原因で寿命が短くなることがあります。

その他の注意点

羽化不全: 羽化の際に羽がうまく伸びない羽化不全に注意しましょう。

越冬: ヘラクレスオオカブトは越冬することも可能ですが、温度管理が難しい場合は、春まで成虫を休ませることをおすすめします。

まとめ

ヘラクレスオオカブトの飼育は、愛情と手間をかけた丁寧なケアが大切です。これらのポイントを参考に、あなたのヘラクレスオオカブトが健康で長生きできるよう、快適な環境を作ってあげましょう。

些細な日常

心拍数と寿命の関係：動物が呼吸の酸化ストレスで老化してしまう身体的な特徴

[mizuta01]

今日も奴が来る…

気を付けろ！こいつは止まった敵を「眠った！」「俺のせいで眠った！」とみなして、すかさず近くでブーメランを投げを始めるゾ！

[herbiemikeadamski]

(^o^)／おはよー(＾▽＾)ｺﾞｻﾞｲﾏｰｽ(^_-)-☆. . . 2月9日（木）　#先勝(戊戌)　旧暦 1/19　月齢 18.3　年始から40日目にあたり、年末まであと325日（閏年では326日）です。 . . 朝は希望に起き⤴️昼は努力に生き💪 夜を感謝に眠ろう😪💤夜が来ない 朝はありませんし、朝が来ない夜 はない💦睡眠は明日を迎える為の ☀️未来へのｽﾀｰﾄです🏃‍♂💦 でお馴染みのRascalでございます😅. . 調整期間中なので、毎日毎日が退屈 で、慣れないと云うより久々の積算 の拾いをやってるが、これが楽勝で 直ぐに終わってしまうのだが😅💦 「流石に仕事が早い！」って言われ てもねぇ〜ですけど🤣😆🤣今日も 定時で上がって中野富士見町にでも 行っちゃう予定だが間に合いますよ ねぇ🚐🌬️にしても寒い😨❄️ﾃﾞｽﾈw . 今日一日どなた様も💁‍お体ご自愛 なさって❤️お過ごし下さいませ🙋‍ ﾓｳ!頑張るしか✋はない！ ｶﾞﾝﾊﾞﾘﾏｼｮｳ＼(^O^)／ ﾜｰｲ! ✨本日もご安全に参りましょう✌️ . . ■今日は何の日■. #北海道米ふっくりんこの日. 　北海道札幌市のホクレン農業協同組合連合会内に事務局を置く、北海道米販売拡大委員会が制定。 　北海道の道南で開発された「ふっくりんこ」は北海道を代表するブランド米のひとつで、つやのある見た目で、甘みと粘りがあり、ふっくらとした食感が特徴。 　道南と空知の一部産地限定で作付けを行うことで品種本来のおいしさが守られており、記念日を通して北海道米「ふっくりんこ」に愛着を持ってもらい、認知度の向上と消費拡大を図るのが目的。 　日付は２と９で「ふ（２）っく（９）りんこ」と読む語呂合わせから。 . . #先勝（ｻｷｶﾞﾁ、ｾﾝｶﾁ、ｾﾝｼｮｳ）. 陰陽道(おんみょうどう)の六曜日の一つ。 この日は勝負ごと、訴訟や急用などに運がよいとされ、早い時刻ほど良くとされ、午後は凶になるなどの俗信がある。 　寝坊は、もっての他とされますね😅💦 . #不成就日（ﾌｼﾞｮｳｼﾞｭﾋﾞ）. 選日の一つである。 何事も成就しない日とされ、結婚・開店・子供の命名・移転・契約・芸事始め・願い事など、事を起こすことが凶とされる。 市販の暦では他にも色々なことが凶となっていて、結局は全てのことが凶ということになる。 . #受死日（ｼﾞｭｼﾆﾁ、ｼﾞｭｼﾋﾞ）. 　最悪の日とされており、お葬式は行っても良いのですが、それ以外は何をやっても悪い日。 　で、この日に病気になると死に至るともいわれています。 　「黒日（ｸﾛﾋﾞ）」 暦注では「●」と記されることが多し。 . . #輪島ふぐの日. 石川県輪島市の輪島市役所産業部観光課内に事務局を置く「能登半島・輪島わのしま食楽部（クラブ）」が制定。 . #プロ野球初試合. 1936(昭和11)年2月9日(日)大安。 . #ふくの日. . #日本航空350便墜落事故（#1982年）. . #治虫忌. . #漫画の日. . #円谷一の忌日. . #大福の日. . #河豚の日（#ふぐの日、#ふくの日）. . #とらふぐ亭の日 . #服の日. . #副業の日（#複業の日）. . #木曽路ふぐの日. . #木曽路肉の日 . . ●クレープの日（毎月9の付く日）. . ●パソコン検定の日（毎月9日）. . ●えのすいクラゲの日（毎月9日）. . ●福寿の日（9日、10日）. . ●白馬そばの日（8日～10日）. . ●福の日. . ●風の日. . ●肉の日. . . ■本日の成句■. #窮鼠猫を嚙む（ｷｭｳｿﾈｺｦｶﾑ）. 【解説】 弱者であっても、追い詰められて逃げ場を失うと、居直って天敵と云える様な反撃して来る様。 . . 1990(平成2)年2月9日(金)友引.　#アントニー　（#あんとにー／本名：堀田 世紀 アントニー）　【お笑いﾀﾚﾝﾄ／ﾏﾃﾝﾛｳ】　〔東京都北区〕. . . (松屋) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoaubyChw8lRVfQQBPGi8mRGm0qDVSYldi78pQ0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lilliput-army]

・手塚治虫 「ちょっと上手すぎるよね」「彼は僕の後継者」 ・荒木飛呂彦 「鳥山先生の絵は、漫画家からするとちょっとした発明のようなもの」 ・井上雄彦 「鳥山先生の絵は漫画家からすると魅力的すぎるんですよね。マネしたくなる気持ちもわかります」 ・冨樫義博 「嫉妬するほど上手い」 ・いしかわじゅん 「漫画としての絵という意味で言えば、鳥山以上に上手い漫画家はいない」 ・夏目房ノ介 「漫画界には大友・鳥山以前と大友・鳥山以後が存在する」 ・尾田栄一郎 「神様。ディズニーより上手い」 ・ジョージ・ルーカス 「彼のイラストを見た時は驚いたよ。素晴らしい。本当に日本人が描いた絵なのかと思った」 ・ジェームズ・キャメロン 「鳥山明のファンなんだ。彼の絵を見るとワクワクするんだ」 ・シド･ミード 「鳥山のセンスは素晴らしい。世界中探してもこれだけのデフォルメセンスを持つイラストレーターはいない」 ・トッド・マクファーレン 「鳥山の何が一番凄いのかと言えば、あの色彩センスと画材選択の素晴らしさだ」 ・ エミネム 「ドラゴンボールの作者に俺のアルバムジャケットを手がけてほしい」 ・アンソニー・キーディス（レッド･ホット・チリ・ペッパーズの VO） 「日本に言った時に欲しかったドラゴンボールの画集を買ったんだ。満員電車にも乗りたかった」 ・鳥嶋和彦（元ジャンプ編集長） 「彼の絵に関して「基本的な絵の勉強を漫画ではなく、デザイン画などから学んでいるため、バランス感覚が優れている」 「トーンを使わないので、白と黒のバランスを取るのが非常に上手い」 「背景などを描かなくても画面が持つだけの構成力とデッサン力を持っている」

【特集】 死去の鳥山明さん　「アラレちゃん」「孫悟空」「スライム」数々の名キャラ生み出し… [朝一から閉店までφ★] [chaika]

[hiraeth-sonder]

Delusive Masks - Nasu

Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader

Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive

TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read

//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection

あふことを, いつともしらぬ

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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract. 

You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words. 

Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were. 

There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did. 

The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach. 

It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing. 

Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words. 

The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display. 

Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire. 

The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest. 

“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words,  “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”

No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial. 

Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”

“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.

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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり

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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”

Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest. 

“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.

Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person. 

You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance. 

“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”

Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”

He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes. 

“I am glad you are well.”

Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained. 

You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”

The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter. 

“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”

Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention. 

“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins. 

Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”

Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup. 

He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”

From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him. 

“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice. 

Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”

“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”

Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so. 

The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”

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なくやあるらん

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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo. 

Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful. 

“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her. 

Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know. 

“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”

Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”

“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering. 

It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.

“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”

She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started. 

By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe. 

“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’. 

Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved. 

“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”

Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”

Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on. 

Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies. 

It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing. 

“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move. 

You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”

For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals. 

“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan. 

“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”

Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”

“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”

Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being. 

“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”

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またまたも, みをぞすてつる

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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe. 

As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city. 

The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion. 

You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you. 

It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short. 

You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival. 

Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came. 

Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough. 

It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?

Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is. 

“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to. 

With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”

Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so. 

“Will you be honest with me?” 

As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”

“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”

Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival. 

“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness. 

That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice. 

“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”

Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital. 

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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ

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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.

Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?

You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be. 

Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you. 

“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin. 

Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less. 

In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.

With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again. 

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こひをたのみ���

[holespoles]

Seien Shima / Voice of Insects

島成園 / 虫の聲

[visualratatosk]

Habitat: Admonition and Consolation of Animals, 13

[nostalblue]

おおしおからとんぼ

中型で独特の青白い色をしたトンボを子供の頃から「シオカラトンボ」と一括りに呼んできたが、当地に初夏の頃から現れる写真のトンボは「オオシオカラトンボ」であるらしい。「シオヤトンボ」を含め、これら３種類はとてもよく似ている。

このトンボ、自分の留まりたい場所があるようで、農作業のため近づいた私に警戒して一旦は飛び立つも、しばらくすると戻ってきてまた同じ場所に留まっている。そのうちこちらへの警戒も緩み、近接の撮影も可能になった。別に彼のためにやったわけではないが、私が引いたトラロープを気に入ってくれたようでちょっと嬉しい。いずれにしてもトンボの類は蚊や蛾などの害虫を食らってくれるので当地では大歓迎だ。

黄色いのは別の種類だと思い込んでいたけど、これオオシオカラトンボの雌だった。雄も羽化した時は黄色だが、成長につれて青白くなるらしい。

屋外の洗い場排水が流れ込む水溜まりで、雌がホバリングしながら水面に尾の先を何度も叩きつけ産卵をしていた。ただ残念ながらそこは半日もすれば干上がり、一生懸命産んでくれたのに全て無駄になっちゃうな。何か凄く申し訳ない気持ち。

[jpainorn]

"ちょい閲覧注意かもなアート"生成に挑戦❢ 結果、玉砕ッ　； もうお腹いっぱいです　orz

[godbey]

“FP！FP！”

FP：红日？你有什么事？

SRS虫：我变成虫子了！好高兴！

FP：红日？！（惊醒）

[upto24]

日本なのにヘラクレスオオカブトが飛んで来るのはなぜか

ヘラクレスオオカブトは、本来、中南米の熱帯雨林に生息する昆虫です。日本のような温帯地域では自然に生息することはできません。では、なぜ日本で見つかることがあるのでしょうか。

1. 飼育個体の逸出

ペットとしての飼育: ヘラクレスオオカブトは人気の昆虫で、多くの人々がペットとして飼育しています。

飼育ケースからの脱出: 飼育ケースの蓋が開いていなかったり、小さな隙間から逃げ出したりすることがあります。

窓やベランダからの飛び出し: 部屋の中で飼育している場合、窓やベランダを開けた際に外に飛び出してしまうことがあります。

2. 意図的な放出

飼育に飽きてしまった: 飼育が難しくなった、飼育スペースがなくなったなどの理由で、野外に放してしまう人がいます。

自然に返したいという気持ち: 野生に戻してあげたいという善意から、放出してしまう人もいます。

3. 不法な持ち込み

密輸: ヘラクレスオオカブトは高価な昆虫であるため、密輸されることがあります。

持ち込み時の事故: 輸入された個体が、輸送中に逃げ出してしまった可能性も考えられます。

見つけた場合の対処法

もし、日本国内でヘラクレスオオカブトを見つけた場合は、以下の点に注意��て適切な対処を行いましょう。

むやみに触らない: ヘラクレスオオカブトは大きな昆虫ですが、基本的に攻撃性はありません。しかし、素手で捕まえようとすると、挟まれるなどの危険性があります。

逃がさない: 野外に放してしまうと、生態系に悪影響を及ぼす可能性があります。

専門機関に連絡: 昆虫館や動物園、自治体などに連絡し、専門家のアドバイスを求めましょう。

なぜ外来種を放出するのはいけないのか

生態系への影響: 外来種は、本来の生息地にはいないため、その地域の生態系を乱す可能性があります。例えば、在来の昆虫の餌を奪ったり、病気をもたらしたりすることがあります。

地域の農業への影響: 外来種が農作物に被害を与えることがあります。

他の生物への影響: 外来種が、他の生物の生存を脅かすことがあります。

まとめ

日本で見つかるヘラクレスオオカブトは、ほとんどの場合、人の手によって持ち込まれたものです。外来種をむやみに放出することは、生態系に大きな影響を与える可能性があるため、絶対にやめましょう。もし、ヘラクレスオオカブトを見つけた場合は、適切な対処を行い、専門機関に連絡することが大切です。

些細な日常

公園で黄金虫を見付けた

[yoga-onion]

Legends of the humanoids

Reptilian humanoids (5)

Wuxing – the connections between the Five Dragon Kings (Ref) and the Five Elements philosophy 

To better understand the origins of the Five Dragon Kings and the ancient Chinese legend, it is worth mentioning the wuxing of natural philosophy, which states that all things are composed of five elements: fire, water, wood, metal and earth.

The underlying idea is that the five elements 'influence each other, and that through their birth and death, heaven and earth change and circulate'.  

The five elements are described as followed:

Wood/Spring: a period of growth, which generates abundant vitality, movement and wind.

Fire/Summer: a period of swelling, flowering, expanding with heat.

Earth is associated with ripening of grains in the yellow fields of late summer.

Metal/Autumn: a period of harvesting, collecting and dryness.

Water/Winter: a period of retreat, stillness, contracting and coolness.

The wuxing system, in use since the Han dynasty (2nd century BCE), appears in many seemingly disparate fields of early Chinese thought, including music, feng shui, alchemy, astrology, martial arts, military strategy, I Ching divination, and traditional medicine, serving as a metaphysics based on cosmic analogy.

The wuxing originally referred to the five major planets (Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury, Mars and Venus), which were thought of as the five forces that create life on earth. Wu Xing litterally means moving star and describes the five types of Qi (all the vital substances) cycles through various stages of transformation. As yin and yang continuously adjust to one another and transform into one another in a never-ending dance of harmony, they tend to do so in a predictable pattern.

The lists of correlations for the five elements are diverse, but there are two cycles explaining the major interaction. The yin-yang interaction, which by increasing or decreasing the qualities and functions associated with a particular phase, it may either nourish a phase that is in deficiency or drain a phase that is in excess or restrain a phase that is exerting too much influence (see below):

The Creation Cycle (Yang)

Wood feeds Fire

Fire creates Earth (ash)

Earth bears Metal

Metal collects Water

Water nourishes Wood

The Destruction Cycle (Yin)

Wood parts Earth 

Earth dams (or absorbs) Water

Water extinguishes Fire

Fire melts Metal

Metal chops Wood

The Huainanzi (2nd BCE) describes the five colored dragons (azure/green, red, white, black, yellow) and their associations (Chapter 4: Terrestrial Forms), as well as the placement of sacred beasts in the five directions (the Four Symbols beasts, dragon, tiger, bird, tortoise in the four cardinal directions and the yellow dragon.

伝説のヒューマノイドたち

ヒト型爬虫類 (5)

五方龍王（参照）と五行思想の関連性 

ここで、五方龍王の起源、そして古代中国の伝説をよく理解するために、万物は火・水・木・金・土の5種類の元素からなる、という自然哲学の五行思想について触れておきましょう。 5種類の元素は「互いに影響を与え合い、その生滅盛衰によって天地万物が変化し、循環する」という考えが根底に存在する。 

五行は次のように説明されている：

木は、春の豊かな生命力、動き、風を生み出す成長期。

火は、夏の太陽の暖かさの下で行われる成熟の過程、熱で膨張する時期。

土は、晩夏の黄色い野原での穀物の成熟に関連している。

金は、秋の収穫、収集、乾燥の時期。

水は、冬の雪に覆われた暗い大地の中に潜む新しい生命の可能性と静寂の時期。 漢の時代 (紀元前2世紀頃) から使用されてきた五行説は、音楽、風水、錬金術、占星術、武術、軍事戦略、易経、伝統医学など、中国初期の思想の一見バラバラに見える多くの分野に登場し、宇宙の類推に基づく形而上学として機能している。 

五行とは文字通り「動く星」を意味し、五種類の気（生命維持に必要なすべての物質）が様々な変容の段階を経て循環することを表している。陰と陽は絶え間なく互いに調整し合い、調和の終わりのないダンスで互いに変化していくため、予測可能なパターンで変化する傾向がある。

五行の相関関係は多様だが、主要な相互作用を説明する2つのサイクルがある。陰陽の相互作用は、特定の相に関連する資質や機能を増減させることで、不足している相に栄養を与えたり、過剰な相を排出したり、影響力を及ぼしすぎている相を抑制したりする (以下参照):

相生（陽）のサイクル

木は燃えて火を生む

火が土 (灰) をつくる

土は金属を産出する

金属は表面に水を集める

水は木を育てる

相克（陰）のサイクル

木は大地を構成する

土は水を堰き止める

水は火を消す

火は金属を溶かす

金属が木を切る

『淮南子』（紀元前2世紀）には、五色の龍（紺碧・緑、赤、白、黒、黄）とその関連性 (第4章: 地の形)、五方位への��獣の配置（四枢の四象徴獣、龍、虎、鳥、亀、黄龍）が記述されている。

[tora4444]

ワカが苦手な虫（白豹vs赤壁）

ワカが苦手な虫（成人ベワ）

ワカとベンケイが��手なもの（色替え再掲）