#brown ants

[fruitybugboyart]

Welcome these three lil ants to the Pretty Bug Club! (Their names are Alfred, Bob, and Steven)

2023

digital art

Available as stickers and totes on my redbubble!

[plusie]

[pluviatrix]

if no one got me i know that robin!steph's giant long island medium 80s glamrock shag rooster tail physical obstacle hair got me

[inkz123]

Day 3: Coffee

[lycazart]

what is this, wash and wear???

[eighteenthofoctober]

Waiting

(extra comic after cut)

"There wasn't anyone waiting for me when I woke up"

[antiqueanimals]

Grzimek's Animal Life Encyclopedia: vol. 2 - Insects. Written by Dr. Bernhard Grzimek. 1984.

Internet Archive

1.) Orchesella cincta

2.) Onychiurus sp.

3.) Campodea staphylinus

4.) Abax ovalis

5.) Notiophilus rufipes

6.) Penthetria holosericea

7.) Tipula scripta

8.) Red wood ant (Formica rufa)

9.) Geophilus sp.

10.) Brown Centipede (Lithobius forficatus)

11.) Polydesmus complanatus

12.) Julus sp.

13.) Glomeris marginata

14.) Pardosa palustris

15.) Nothrus silvestris

[futurebird]

The Ants Who Build Barns for their Livestock

Everyone knows that ants are excellent little architects building homes of leaves & silk, or from paper from dead leaves (called "carton" similar to material made by wasps) and, of course, homes in soil or tree cavities.

But, some ants will also build homes for their livestock. Little brown ants who live in English Oaks build barns out of moss to house their favorite aphids and accompany their heard to and from the pasture each night. (the pasture is in the tree)

[spiny-ant]

Just looked through your stimboard tag (love all of them) but I noticed you don’t have a turtle ant (Cephalotes varians) one!

Could I request one for them? Not sure on a stim theme, so do whatever feels best for them

The forbidden oreo...

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[yourlocaltoad]

silly marker doodles

[inoreuct]

punkflower where miles is usually holding back when he fights; he normally uses 20-30% of his full power but when he gets REALLY mad his eyes glow dark blue and lightning crackles between his fingers.

it's terrifying.

hobie also finds it incredibly hot.

// mild blood + injury, miles going god mode

Hobie swung himself around the corner just in time to avoid the slab of concrete crashing down on where he’d been two seconds ago, hissing as he gripped his side. “Bugger,” he muttered, panting as he slid down the wall.

There was a piece of glass sticking out of his gut. It wasn’t bleeding too badly, but then again, how much blood was too much blood? His vest scraped unpleasantly against the brick as he yanked his mask off and tried to figure out how he was going to do this. From the way it felt it was, what, four? Five inches long? He giggled weakly.

Maybe he was approaching too much blood territory.

He sobered up and forced his back straight, gritting his teeth as he pinched the shard with blood-slick fingers; it made a horrible wet sound as he pulled it out slowly, a pained noise cracking out of his throat as he slumped against the wall and tossed it aside.

Fuck, that stung. He dug the heels of his palms into the cold, hard ground, blinking hard as his vision swam, vaguely aware of the fight still going on around him—

“—obie!”

Right. Miles was still out there—

His boyfriend dropped down from above, sticking the landing neatly and yanking his mask off.

…Or not.

Miles’s face was dirt-smudged, hair a mess as he knelt down to press his palms to Hobie’s wound. “This is a lot of blood.”

“S’fine, love.” Shit, was he slurring? “Nothin’ I ain’t handled before.” Hobie offered a shaky grin and got an arched brow in return.

“Stay here,” Miles said, unimpressed as he grabbed Hobie’s hand to replace his own. “I’m gonna finish this.”

“Wh— Come off it, I can still fight!”

That might have been a lie, actually; it would be absolutely pathetic to get taken out by a literal piece of glass and his healing factor was good, but there was—he looked down—a frankly concerning amount of blood on his clothes.

“You are going to stay the hell down before you pass out.”

Hobie swallowed as Miles leveled him with a cool gaze, the hints of something luminescent deep in his irises. His boyfriend stood gracefully and he gave up on protesting, getting comfortable against the wall. “Go easy on ‘em,” he muttered, lips curling up as electricity sparked between Miles’s fingers, snapping like hungry hunting dogs.

“Nah,” Miles replied, absolutely nonchalant, and it just made Hobie grin wider. “I was already getting annoyed. Now you’re hurt—” he pulled his mask down, the smell of ozone seeping into the air. “And now I’m pissed.”

Hobie smirked as he watched Miles sling a web and jump back into the chaos. This was gonna be over so quick.

As Spider-People, they were used to pulling their punches— if they lost control of their strength they could cause some serious damage, but Miles?

Miles was something else entirely.

He rarely ever used more than a third of the power he had, and the one time he’d tried amping it up at HQ he had practically obliterated the training room. Even now as Hobie peeked around the corner, he could almost taste it on his tongue; Miles didn’t do this often, hardly ever got mad or got serious, because there simply wasn't a need to. But when he did?

Ooh, boy.

The silver-blue sparks crackling over Miles’s suit were the only thing that belied his calm countenance. Hobie knew that if he were to pull off his mask, his eyes would be glowing; a dark, deep blue, threaded through with white like lightning forking across a night sky.

What little surviving street lights around them flickered and dimmed as Miles tapped their energy, charging himself up like a battery, drinking it in until it webbed across his body like ley lines glowing blinding against his skin.

For a fraction of a second it all went pitch black.

And then someone flipped the switch back on, and Hobie shielded his eyes as Miles exploded like a star.

*

It was dead silent, save for Hobie’s laboured breathing; he could feel his wound knitting together but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, Christ. He tipped his head back against the brick as Miles landed in front of him with a thwip, mask already off, eyes wild with the remnants of lightning and adrenaline. Hobie whistled, teeth gleaming. “Well ain’t that a pretty sight.”

“Shut up,” Miles groaned, shaking his head good-naturedly as he folded himself to the ground, settling against Hobie’s uninjured side. “...You gonna be okay?”

“Y’know I will, love.” He pressed a kiss to Miles’s forehead, still overly-warm, tasted the sour salt of electricity metallic on his skin. “All wrapped up?”

“Mm,” Miles hummed quietly, sinking closer with a tired sigh. “They’re all out cold, dropped Miguel a text. Dios, I’m starving.” He tilted his head to look up at Hobie, gently lacing their fingers together. “Stay for dinner? My mama’s making arroz con gandules.”

Hobie made an affronted noise. “I’d never give up a chance to have your mother’s cooking. A god, that woman is.” He laughed when Miles laughed, letting the other boy’s warmth burn away the ache in his side. “‘Course I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Miles murmured, soft and sure, cheek pressing into Hobie’s shoulder as he curled into the arm Hobie wrapped around his waist.

And when Hobie kissed him, he tasted like static; like lightning in his blood, racing over his scalp, white-hot electric against his tongue and all the way down his spine, a fleeting lick of flint against steel.

Fuck, it never got old.

Hobie had a feeling he’d spend the rest of his life chasing that spark, and he didn’t mind one bit.

fin.

[plusie]

🌱 - realistic bug stuffies :3

[resource-fm]

picnic gifs

[laurearte]

Qui est-ce qu’ils regardent mal au loin ?

[a line up of the chimera ants (king&guards) in suits, all looking smug and staring to the left. Meruem’s fit is military inspired, Pito’s is more school uniform, she’s carrying a head-shaped handbag and gripping Pouf’s arm, Pouf’s wearing a marbled multicolored suit and holding a violin case, Youpi has a more relaxed, pleated red suit]

[idanart]

If I understood correctly, Zazzy did not inherit Shrike's crystal, so what is that necklace?

Well, since Zazzy was created and being a hybrid child, she wouldn't have inherited the crystal. And about the necklace, it is something that her parents gave her, it is her own translator.

[battystims]

texas in spring stimboard for myself ! i miss texas :((

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