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bogleech · 1 year ago

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Anyway while we're on the subject of public misconception towards living things (which is completely understandable because have you SEEN living things? There's like dozens of them!) here's a fresh rundown of some common mistakes about bugs!

Arachnids aren't just spiders! They're also scorpions, mites, ticks and some real weirdos out there

Insects with wings are always finished growing! Wings are the last new thing they ever develop! There can never be a "baby bee" that's just a smaller bee flying around.

That said, not all insects have larvae! Many older insect groups do look like little versions of adults....but the wings rule still applies.

Insects do have brains! Lobes and everything!

Only the Hymenoptera (bees, ants and wasps) have stingers like that.

Not all bees and wasps live in colonies with queens

The only non-hymenoptera with queens are termites, which is convergent evolution, because termites are a type of cockroach!

There are still other insects with colonial lifestyles to various degrees which can include special reproductive castes, just not the whole "queen" setup.

Even ants still deviate from that; there are multi-queen ant species, some species where the whole colony is just females who clone themselves and other outliers

There is no "hive mind;" social insects coordinate no differently from schools of fish, flocks of birds, or for that matter crowds of humans! They're just following the same signals together and communicating to each other!

Not all mosquito species carry disease, and not all of them bite people

Mosquitoes ARE ecologically very important and nobody in science ever actually said otherwise

The bite of a black widow is so rarely deadly that the United States doesn't bother stocking antivenin despite hundreds of reported bites per year. It just feels really really bad and they give you painkillers.

Recluse venom does damage skin, but only in the tiny area surrounding the bite. More serious cases are due to this dead skin inviting bacterial infection, and in fact our hospitals don't carry recluse antivenin either; they just prescribe powerful antibiotics, which has been fully effective at treating confirmed bites.

Bed bugs are real actual specific insects

"Cooties" basically are, too; it's old slang for lice

Crane flies aren't "mosquito hawks;" they actually don't eat at all!

Hobo spiders aren't really found to have a dangerous bite, leaving only widows and recluses as North America's "medically significant" spiders

Domestic honeybees actually kill far more people than hornets, including everywhere the giant "murder" hornet naturally occurs.

Wasps are only "less efficient" pollinators in that less pollen sticks to them per wasp. They are still absolutely critical pollinators and many flowers are pollinated by wasps exclusively.

Flies are also as important or more important to pollination than bees.

For "per insect" pollination efficiency it's now believed that moths also beat bees

Honeybees are non-native to most of the world and not great for the local ecosystem, they're just essential to us and our food industry

Getting a botfly is unpleasant and can become painful, but they aren't actually dangerous and they don't eat your flesh; they essentially push the flesh out of the way to create a chamber and they feed on fluids your immune system keeps making in response to the intrusion. They also keep this chamber free of bacterial infection because that would harm them too!

Botflies also exist in most parts of the world, but only one species specializes partially in humans (and primates in general, but can make do with a few other hosts)

"Kissing bugs" are a group of a couple unusual species of assassin bug. Only the kissing bugs evolved to feed on blood; other assassin bugs just eat other insects.

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kettlefire · 4 months ago

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Maybe a Bit High (DpxDC)

Edit: A part 2, Bruce's side of things, is in the reblogs

Really, Danny shouldn't have been there. He had so many other things he should be doing. He wasn't even supposed to in Gotham!

Danny wished he could be safely tucked in bed right now. Or having another fight with his mom. Or dealing with another one of Sam and Tucker's squabbles.

Truly, anything was better than this. Then, being on the run, in a completely different state. Not recognizing anything anywhere and having to somehow find his dad somewhere in this city.

So yes, with Danny's luck, he had assumed the commotion by the docks had something to do with his search.

And of course, with Danny's luck, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Maybe things got a little out of hand. Really, Danny wasn't equipped to deal with a drug bust. His experience with crime tends to be of the ghostly nature.

Really, how do people even do these without getting a little bit high?

Was he even high? Could halfas get high? Was the powder he accidentally ingested the drugs? The one he got a giant mouthful of? Or was it the strange purplish liquid that coated like half his body?

Really, Danny wasn't in the frame of mind to try and figure all that out. It sounded more like a Jazz and Sam question.

God, Sam was going to be so bummed out for missing out on Danny's first trip. Not that Danny could even tell her what drugs these were...

Maybe he should go to a hospital?

Or maybe he should mess with this crane. Like, it looks fun! Wait, but people aren't supposed to use heavy machinery when high...

It's fine... probably. It's not like Danny was that high. Right?

Yea, he's fine. Besides, he's a halfa! He's like ninety percent sure he couldn't even get high. And Tucker would be so on board with his idea.

Hold on, the storage units look more fun. Danny couldn't help wanting to find out what was hiding behind all those walls.

Oh, but the sky looks so pretty from here! Even with the city lights and the light smog, Danny could make out the twinkling stars.

Maybe he should go for a fly. Even if he was high, technically, that would be fine, right? Flying is like walking for him. And it's not illegal to walk high! Just to be high...

Okay, okay, a flight it is. It'll atleast keep him away from civilians, and then he'll find his dad. Yes, Danny still needed to do that.

He couldn't lose his objective. He just needed to take a breather, and then track down his dad. Track him down somewhere in this large, bustling city.

It'll be fine, totally fine. Danny was totally not panicking. His current trip was truly not going downhill.

Was he forgetting to breathe? Wait, no, Danny was still Phantom. He didn't need to breathe, he's fine. It's fine...

Unless it wasn't. What if it was all in Danny's head? What if all this halfa stuff was all just a part of his really weird trip? What if he tries to fly and just ends up drowning in the river?

Okay, okay. Focus Danny, focus. He just needed to find his dad. That's it. His dad would know what to do. His dad could fix this.

Oh, and there he is! It was a little hard for Danny to focus his vision, but he knew the silhouette anywhere! It had to be his dad! Jack has such a distinct shadow!

Danny wasn't sure if he called out Dad or not. He also wasn't sure when he had decided to move. Did he fly or did he run?

It didn't matter. His dad knew, anyways. All Danny was focused on was the feeling of hugging his dad again...

And the strange armor his dad was wearing? It must have been something Jack rigged up to protect himself during these dire times...

But god, Danny couldn't tear his focus away from the texture of it under his fingers. Zeroing in on that alone.

It's fine. Even if he was high, Danny could just explain it to Jack. His dad would understand! Danny was just trying to be a good hero. It's not like he was doing drugs for fun!

Besides, being curled up on his dad's shoulders feels too good right now. Whatever that pointy thing on Jack's head was wasn't a big deal. It was something a little intangiblity could fix!

#dc x dp #dp x dc au #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dpxdc #batman #dcxdp #dc comics #dc universe #I don't think I should be writing while sleep deprived and in a pain haze #but I saw a post (and lost it so if anyone knows what I'm talking about lemme know) where Danny calls Bats Dad #and everyone thinking “yea that checks out”#this came out more all over the place than I intended #but I guess it works out with our little guy being high #man I don't even know what this is #did you know going too long without sleep can affect your body in the same way being drunk can?

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yey56 · 20 days ago

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HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER Pt3

How long had it been... Hours, days weeks, moths? You couldn't remember.

You had been wandering through the deeps of the factory for a long time now. At first you didn't really repair on food or water but later on your physical needs started to become more exigent.

To avoid starvation you had went up again to the offices to try and reach someplace that still had food left. Your first stop was in Harley's office where his lab coat still hanged from the chair. You put it on since yours had been taken off, probably while you were unconscious.

In the way of changing offices, a few of the smiling creatures attacked you, just as hungry as you. Voracious, brutal and animalistic.

Luckily you kept the gun you stole from the doctor so you were able to defend yourself, but it was thanks to killing the smiling creature that you remembered what they were...

They were people, they had flesh in them, they were food...

You didn't wander much longer. You took the three little bodies and stuck their limbs to your belt. They were dripping blood but at this point you didn't really care. You were hungry.

But when trying to get down to the sewers again, a bunch of the smiling creatures launched at you, making you fall through a whole on the floor.

The impact was not nice. The fall had made the toys go flying somewhere else but you couldn't be saved from the pain of the impact on the floor.

You fell on your legs and on of them ended up way more wounded than the other. Your face was littered with little bite marks of the toys who attempted to eat you.

Desperate to get somewhere save, you got up, groaning in pain and limping on one leg. You finally reached a placed that was seemingly still in construction. Prove of that was the giant crane.

Exhausted from walking and fighting for your live, you decided to make camp there. There was a cliff very near and a large door in front of you.

You decided to rest inside the cabin of the crane. you climbed on it and set your newfound food on the other seat. Finally succumbed to your exhaustion and fell asleep once you secured the door of the vehicle.

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The fact that Harley was unhappy was an understatement. He craved revenge for what Leith did, he craved control of the entire factory. He craved for your presence once again...

He had manage to set himself in the entire system of the factory, now being able to manipulate all of the electrical systems: the cameras, the microphones, the door and, by threatening with death, some toys that were still desperate enough to let themselves be subdued.

Yarnaby was the first one. He saw the doctor as his world, just as intended. For him, you and Sawyer were all he ever knew. If he was his whole world, you were the asteroid that surrounded it. A foreign constant he could always expect to look at.

Plus, you were nice to him and always caressed his yarn hair so he liked you very much. Therefore, he was happy to search for you per the doctors orders.

With Yarnabys search and with the whole cameras of the compound it should be easy to find you right? Well, no. It has almost been a moth since the hour of joy he was getting out of places to search, and also out of hope.

He considered that you might be in the unconstructed area he talked to you about in your recess, but if that was the case then he couldn't do much. That whole area was in process of adapting the terrain to make it constructable. There were no cameras, no wires, nothing...

He almost lost the little hope he had. That is until he spotted a human silluete on the camera of the corridor that led to the offices of the executives.

What's this?- he said to himself. He took a better look and identified that characteristic lab coat. It was his.

Finally. The relive he felt was almost magical. He moved all of the cameras to point right at you. You didn't notice that fact because of your hunger and exhaustion.

There you are- Harley was talking to himself as a way to assure that this was real.- my germ~

Sawyer quickly called for Yarnaby the moment he noticed you were going downstairs again. Yarnaby went as fast as he could, breaking walls, doors and whatnot.

The lion instead of finding you, found a whole on the floor and remaineings of blood. Even though he couldn't talk, the message was clear, he didn't have you.

He though about going for you himself but the physical bodies he had were still dependent to the main system. However, you will need to get more food eventually...

He decided to wait... For now.

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When you woke up the first thing you did was eating the smiling creatures you catched. You were starving and ate like an animal. Three small creatures were not enough to appease you hunger but they were enough to help you survive s few days more.

Down here it was cold. The was no calefaction system and there was a water source somewhere down the cliff that increased the humidity of the caves. Weak and wounded you hugged yourself in Harley lab coat. You didn't find anything telling in his office. It was immaculate as if nothing had happened.

You couldn't keep up like this. Surviving all on your own without a backpack to help you and with creatures as the prototype freed to roam wherever they wished you wouldn't last long.

You thought about Doey. He sure should have calmed down by now. Or maybe not.

Your second option was going upstairs again and trying to reach the exit. Or at least try to get to the main entrance level. There your only threat would be Huggy Wuggy.

You couldn't trust anyone down here. They are, indirectly or directly, your victims. So they would either want to take revenge on you or want to eat you. Neither of those were good options.

Then it clicked. The main system room. It was a labyrinth, which was both good and bad. But it had it's own electricity system, it had a endless supply of batteries and most importantly. It had an Omni-hand. Even without the backpack it would be incredibly useful to have one of those.

It was pretty far away from where you were but if you could get your hands on a map of the infrastructure of the building you might be able to go there.

Those maps were always near the constructions because the workers needed them so they knew what to destroy and what not to touch.

You decided to rest some more. It would be irresponsible and irrational to venture into the unknown zone with the injuries you sustained so you preferred to sleep a little bit first.

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After waking up, still in pain, you decided to make it quick so you wouldn't lose time.

You again decided to take a shortcut through the sewers. You didn't like that place, it was dirty, it smelled like shit and it was very dark.

And it was thanks that darkness that you found a group of little smiling creatures. Wounded and crying.

The moment one of them noticed you, probably the only human at the entire factory, they started panicking and screaming. You realised that they had way more awareness of they're situation and a better use of their cognitive abilities than other toys.

You tried calming them down, but some of them remembered you from the interviews and the phycological appointments they had before being turned.

And before you could get closer to them a sticky substance catches your torso and turned you back.

Recognising that doe like texture was not hard and Doeys expression of surprise also implied that he also recognised you even through the dim light of the sewers

Y/N! You're alive! How?- You're ok!!-he said in mix of happiness and doubt.- Where had you been? I searched for you- he told you, now lifting you by with his two arms, your feet barely touching the wet floor.

I haven't come here trying to inflict any harm.I just- I'm trying to get to the upper levels- you explained- Im going out of bullets...- you admitted.

No! No! No! You cannot go up! They are everywhere. He sees everywhere!- he settled you on the ground and took the little smiling creatures with hands- Come with me. We've been making a haven. You'll be safe there. Come on!

Doey started guiding you through the sewers system until you reached a placed that was before an infirmary.

There were a lot of toys and almost all of them seemed to know you from before. After all you were known for taking seriously the mental health of the experiments so you always made sure to have them as stable as possible, therefore, expending lots of time with the kids selected for the protect and with he toys after their transformations.

Doey was explaining you something you didn't catch. You weren't really listening. The injuries in your leg and the little but sharp bite marks that covered your body distracting you from anything else.

You were quite impressed with the haven. You always knew that Mathew was a charismatic leader for the little ones but you never expected this.

You constructed ...all this? How did you gather so many... People?- you asked caressing a red bears head who you remembered from the interviews. The toy also remembered you and didn't seemed to see you in a bad light, leaning into your touch.

Yes, after the hour of Joy and.... Well, my outbursts...- he couldn't look at you. Deep inside kevin was still ashamed of letting his anger go.-

Poppy reunited some of the toy- you interrupted him- POPPY?!! Elliots child? Is she here?!- You knew that Poppy was probably one of the most intelligent toys, and more important a vindictive one.

She could easily turn every single toy in this factory against you of she proposed it. Apparently they have forgot, or chosen to forgot that you were an accomplice in all of this. This stability was not something commun here, and you weren't willing to risk this

She was always in confinement and you had been the only one allowed to talk to her as the head psychologist of the company. At first she fascinated you. She tried to downplay her intelligence to no avail but you could see something more in her. Something you didn't quite knew what it was. Something similar to hate and resentment, buried deep inside of her.

No, we don't know where she is. It's like she disappeared...- The Doughman explained.

Then I need to find that doll- you murmured to yourself. You were already paranoic enough with The Prototype roaming free and now, this. You couldn't let this get out of control. Your survival was at risk.

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!- The doe exclaimed. Looking at you as if you were mad- you can't go outside. Not anymore. Here you are safe.- His empty eyes expressed fear and regret- Mo- Y/N I'm sorry I yelled at you. I don't know what happened for you to... Free us all at once but don't go! Please...- you could hear the crack of his voice. Probably Mathews since he was always the most sensible one.

Look, I don't know if you know but The Doctor has set up traps everywhere, lots of traps. And-and his thugs patrol every corridor! Its not safe out there. Please, stay here. You are welcomed in the haven.- He pleaded.

The doctor? Who--He interrupted you- Harley Sawyer. He has the control of the whole factories system.

Harley! He's alive?!- You jumped out, questioning him about your ex- partner? coworker???kisser??

Yes, he's inside the systems. He controls everything and as I've said he has made impossible to go to certain areas.- The resentment was evident in his voice.

So that's what they did to him, yes, I understand- You paced around the room, frantically murmuring to yourself. An old habit you had that you never really grew out of. Doey knew that sometimes you just responded to yourself. You did it when he refused to talk or while ranting about anything.- It makes sense, so that was Leith's plan, reduce us both....

What are you talking about?- Now Doey was confused. You looked up at him. Realising you were still in the haven.- The reason I opened the cells. The reason I let you all free...- You looked at him, dead in the eye, with the same seriousness you had when you left- They were trying to make me into another experiment, 1812- Doeys eyes went wide. That's why you acted so strange that day. That's why you were in a medical robe for that day. (You stole some pants, shoes and a shirt from one of the corpse of the employees a few weeks ago)- He sure has access to my archives..- you continued mumbling

I'm serious Y/N, he has turned crazy!- He warned you- He hunt us, he sends his monsters to hunt us. He sickens us!!

You revalued your options. You wanted to know what happened to Harley. But you also needed the medical care and stability the haven offered you. Plus this toys don't seem to be as angry with you as the ones outside.

All right, I'll stay. It's safer here- You responded, Doey smiled happy- But I need to go back for something in my former office first.- The documents of what they were trying to turn you into, you wanted to read them in detail. You left them when the hour of Joy started.

Doey agreed to wait for you to come back..little did he knew what mess you would get yourself into.

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You had finally reached the office, you didn't had they key you so your resorted to kick it down.

Heavy steps could be heard outside and the sound of sharp paws resonated against the floor. Your knuckles tightening around the empty gun

You gun had gone out of bullets while trying to get here so you were basically defenseless. You took a look at one of the chairs of the office and decided to tear down one of the sticks supporting it.

It was made of metal and even if it wasn't as effective as a fire weapon, it was the best you had.

You took quiet steps through the corridors, trying to recognise what creature was wondering around without being noticed by it.

You heard the steps, behind you. Turning around violently you felt relieved as you saw Yarnaby. At lest it was not Catnap, or The Prototype or something else...

Your relieve was cut short by the lion lunging at you and basically jumping right on top of you. You were sure Quinn was not going to eat you but still you didn't like the feeling of being restricted.

Hey Quinn- You said breathlessly- long time no see, kid.- His head turned to the side at the sound of his name and without much though he took you carefully in his big, vertical mouth. Like a lioness carrying a baby lion.

Yarnaby, put me down yes?- Alarmed, you tried to reason with the lion- Come on, I have somewhere to be- Just as you said that he started running and in the process you hit your head against a wall. Falling unconscious due to your "little" friends carelessness.

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When Yarnaby brough a seemingly lifeless body into the lair of the doctor. He felt like slapping his screen at the disappointment. That's until he saw that the "corpse" was not bloody (barely bloody) and that Yarnaby seemed to leave it in the floor with great care.

The lion just lied next to the body. Waiting for his masters approval. No. It couldn't be, could it?

Finally you were there safe and sound as safe as one could be down here.

He took your face in his metallic hands. You looked thinner, sicker and paler. Pathetic in all sense of the word. But alive, pathetic but alive.

He saw the lab coat you were wearing. It has his.

He caressed the lions hair- Well done Yarnaby, well done- He said softly with a satisfied feeling. He will ignore the fact that an hematoma was growing in the side of your head for now.

He layed you down in a bed in the back of the system that held his brain. Looking at you intensely, illuminating your face with the glow of his screen.

He could feel his hard cold touch against you skin. Probably the only one with skin down here.- You have caused so much trouble you know?- Sawyer talked to your unconscious body, caressing your skin as the last time he kissed you.- But that's ok. You're here now, (Y/N)- He said your name slowly, as if savouring it. Brushing a finger through your lips. Parted, dry and broken. Still there where like a pillow for him.

He stared feeling movement, with you opening your eyes slightly and trying to incorporate yourself. -Hmm? Where?- I have to stop getting unconscious. Fuck!- you hissed when you felt the sharp pain in your head ( thank Yarnaby). You were receive by a big eye that was impossibly close to your face.

You eyes opened and before you could even muster a work, the monitor said with the velvet voice you recognised so well.- Welcome back, my germ. I'm so glad you're finally awake. We have matters to discuss- Sawyer finished touching your face with his screen

The Doctor fanart.

This here are Leith Pierre, my oc Marta Méndez and Harley Sawyer. Respectedly.

THATS IT, CHAP3 DONE.

#x reader #drawing #harley sawyer x reader #harley sawyer #poppy playtime doey #poppy playtime the doctor #poppy playtime chapter 4 #poppy playtime #the doctor #yarnaby #fanfic #fanart

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f1gur4t1v3 · 1 month ago

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Part 2 of my “Jason and his many parents”

I will forever love the idea of Harvey “I lost all that I loved due to a freak accident, so I will be the dad who stepped-up” Dent, and his adopted son, Jason “My past father figure and I get into physical fights weekly and I need someone who won’t abandon me for who I am” Todd.

Bruce Wayne played an important role in both Jason and Harvey’s lives, Bruce was the man who took Jason in and failed to save him when Jason needed him most. He was also Harvey’s best friend, supported him through out his campaign to become mayor, and then failed to save Harvey from the acid that made him the man he is now.

Harvey understands the pain Jason feels, they both resent the same man and it makes it easier for them to bond. Jason doesn’t think he’ll ever see Harvey as a father figure no matter how hard he tries, the last two he’s had hurt him more than anything in the world, so maybe if he doesn’t believe Harvey is his dad he won’t hurt him as well.

Of course with a super villain dad you get some fun though, Jason doesn’t help out with heists but he doesn’t exactly stop them either. He’s sorta just there eating a sandwich or stalking Harvey from a far off building to make sure his other family doesn’t beat the Two Faced man to hard.

And then you obviously have the crime family. Aunt Harley and Ivy come around often to have tea with Jason, Harley likes to talk with him about life and just making sure he’s doing alright in general.

Obviously you also have Uncle Cobblepot as well, Jason’s not the biggest fan of him. He feels odd calling someone who owns the club he’s seen Bruce stripping at before in his Bruce Wayne persona uncle. That doesn’t stop him from seeing him as a part of the crime family though.

Who could forget Step-mom Selina as well, she helps Jason catch up on Bruce and his siblings lives. He can’t be there to experience it but just hearing about what’s happening from Selina is more than enough to make him happy.

Last but not least you have Edward and Crane. They’re not exactly uncles to Jason. They’re better than Penguin though because he’s never had to see a naked Bruce dancing for them before. He helps Eddie out with Riddles, giving personal hints about the Batman’s life to spice up the stakes. Then he is able to study Scarecrows latest Fear Toxin remake before he goes and holds some poor guy hostage.

To say Jason wasn’t spoiled either would be an understatement. From necklaces that compliment his eyes from Selina’s latest burglary, to Penguin setting some of his men up around Crime Alley to keep Batman out of his territory. He may not be the kid any of the major Villians wanted, but by god do they love him.

He’s their giant ball of pure muscle who looks like he could snap you in half, but inside he’s just a sweet boy who’s been looking for someone who’s willing to tolerate and love him, especially when it feels like nobody will. The villains refuse to let another soul stray down the path they did, so they all take the broken Robin under their wings and teach him how to fly again with hopes that one day he’ll rejoin the bats in their nest.

PT 3

#Harvey’s the dad who stepped up fr #Jason Todds assortment of parents #jason todd #two face #harley quinn #poison ivy #poison ivy x harley quinn #edward nygma #johnathan crane #harvey dent #riddler #scarecrow #red hood #batfam

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jonnysinsectcatalogue · 6 months ago

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Giant Crane Fly - Tipula metacomet

In the world of Crane Flies, it is expected that many of them would be sizable, at least when considering the span or their legs. For today's specimen however, she has a trifecta of a long body, long wings and a long reach with her legs! This individual is so large (overall), that she would comfortably fit in my palm for observation. She's so grand in fact, that when I found her, I nearly convinced myself that this insect was a Hangingfly (a type of Scorpionfly). While Crane Flies and Hangingflies can appear similar due to their size and spindly legs, Crane Flies possess only one pair of wings (with balancing halteres in place of a second pair) and their legs are also designed to detach when necessary. Hangingfly legs appear more sturdy and seem better designed to wrap around an object (to hang off of it) rather than perch or grasp like a Fly would, just like this individual is doing along the screen door and its frame. Another possible conclusion is a scary one, as Crane Flies resemble large Mosquitoes! And if a Mosquito would be this large, imagine how much blood she would need for her eggs! As for proper identification of this palm-sized, spindly Crane Fly, the first thing to consider is the size. The next point to examine is the thorax and confirm the presence of black markings. Confirmed, they're there! Following that, the identification markers for this branch of Crane Flies become more complicated (especially the patterned wings)

A closer look of the insect is needed, otherwise this insect could be mistaken for a relative specie, such as another Giant Crane Fly like T. abdominals. Still a giant, but the wrong giant, and there are only 2 in North America. I nearly labelled this find as the latter specie, but comparing the legs of both Flies held the key! The latter specie has pale markings just before and after the tibia joint on each of its six legs! T. metacomet meanwhile has uniformly colored dark legs, and also has a solid color on the first segment of its abdomen. A glimpse of it can be seen in the small gap above where the folded wings rest. While the brownish color may seem somewhat drab, a bright yellow decorates the middle section of the abdomen. You can see a little of that color through the wings, but you'll be able to see the color in full when this insect is in flight, trying to dash towards the light on the other side of the screen door. You may have some luck drawing them to lights during their nocturnal flights. They can have multiple generations over a year, so the timeframe to find them is wide, but remember not to intimidated by their size when they swoop in. Be startled maybe, but never intimidated. Finally, as you observe, take note of the abdomen's tip. If you see a spiked end - like today's find - you have a female specimen. Males have a rear appendage akin to a tri-clasper, and they also tend to be smaller than the females.

Pictures were taken on September 16, 2024 with a Google Pixel 4. Seeing this large, beautifully-winged specimen so close to autumn has gotten me nostalgic suddenly for Spring Fishflies, another insect (of an entirely different insect order) that seems intimidating at first, but is actually harmless.

#jonny’s insect catalogue #ontario insect #fly #giant crane fly #tipula metacomet #crane fly #large crane fly #diptera #insect #toronto #september2024 #2024 #entomology #nature #invertebrates #arthropods #photography #animals

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revelboo · 4 months ago

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Seeing you in my notifs is always always a treat, I love the stories you've weaved together, seriously. Do you think you'd write a solo skywarp x reader fic by any chance?

Thanks and sure!

Stop Talking

IDW Skywarp x Reader

• Energy crackling through him until his spark is humming with it, until it almost hurts before he lets go to warp to the limit of his line of sight. Wobbling slightly as he reappears there’s always an exhilarating moment of fear between winking out of existence and coming back, of feeling his spark faltering at the strain. Almost going out completely before he’s back, systems humming with something that’s not quite anxiety. Far below, the countryside is a boring green smear sliced up by winding ribbons of asphalt. The warping, the view, none of it’s enough to fully distract him from the fact that now Thundercracker doesn’t even want to fly with him. Star’s been distant for a while now, long before taking the human, but Thundercracker? He’s always fawning over his new pet. And he can’t really get the fascination with something so small and weak. Both of his brothers seem happy, though. No time for him since they’re so focused on their pets. So maybe it’s time he found out why.

• Stretching out, arms lifting above your head to soak up the sun. Headphones blaring rock and roll, you’re dimly aware of a heavy rhythmic thumping. It’s only the shadow suddenly falling across you that makes you lift your head. And then crane your neck even higher, mouth falling open. Unable to fully comprehend what you’re looking at. Because it looks like some of the giant robot nonsense your kid brother is so obsessed with and you’ve apparently gotten way too much sun. Wondering if heat stroke can make you hallucinate as the thing crouches down to stare at you and then grins. “You’ll do,” it growls reaching for you and that shatters the disbelief freezing you. Because nope. Everything about this whole situation. Lunging, you grab one of your sneakers and chuck it at the monster, rolling to your feet and running without even checking to see if it lands.

• Laughing despite himself at your pitiful little attack and attempt to escape, he makes a grab for you, tips of his servos brushing your hip and then you’re pinwheeling your arms and falling sideways into the rectangular pool of water you were laying beside. It’s easy enough to scoop you out as you sputter and slap at his servos. Apparently, this one is half feral, struggling and squirming as he examines it. “You’re going to be fun, aren’t you?” From the nearby building, the front door is opening and he leaps up, turbines roaring and focuses. You’re screaming in his grip as he pictures the base, energy twisting over and through him, and he warps.

• You’re limp in his servos when he reappears just outside the hidden base, startling Vortex who’s supposed to be on guard duty, but appears to be working his way through a bottle of high grade. One of several if the pile the mech tries to nudge out of sight with a ped is any indication. “That a human?” The Combaticon asks, reaching as if to grab you and Skywarp’s wings flick up aggressively. Venting at him, Vortex relents. “Don’t want it, anyway. They’re weird.”

• Striding past, his optics flick to you, servos shifting until he finds the steady beat of your heart to make sure the warp didn’t kill you since he wasn’t sure what it would do to an organic. And how can he unravel what the big deal is if you die so soon? Venting, he carries you to his quarters wondering how hard a human is to care for. Surely it can’t be that bad.

#transformers x reader #skywarp x reader #idw skywarp

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Carnival date with Hobie! Going on the arcades (that are definitely rigged) enjoying cotton candy together and the Ferraris wheel!

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Thank you for the lovely prompt, angel! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mentions, Fluff

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You take a giant bite of your cotton candy, the sugar bursts into your mouth like fireworks. The bright neon lights make your eyes shine, all the beeps and boops from arcade machines are reminiscent of the time when you were younger. It's cold out, an evening breeze passes by, fluttering your lashes in the wind. It's freezing but Hobie's arm around your shoulders warms you through your bones.

“Don't eat it all, give me some.” His breath fans your cheeks, it tickles you a bit. “Oi, stop gettin’ distracted. Ahhh” he opens his mouth for you, waiting for you to feed him like a baby chick.

“Get those pinchers out of my face.” You giggle, quickly feeding a dollop of the sweet treat before he chomps down on your fingers. You've learned your lesson.

“Thanks.” He says through a mouthful. You wipe the corner of his lips clean of candy. He sticks his tongue out to the side with the intention to lick your finger.

“Nope, too slow!” you quickly move your hand away to his dismay.

“I will bite your hand off, you'll see.” Hobie says with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. If you can catch me”

“You better start running then”

Before you could sprint through the crowd, Hobie's arms are already around your middle, lifting you a few inches off the ground effortlessly. You giggle, trying to not get a lot of attention from the public.

You blame the candy for making Hobie more hyper than he already is.

“Give me your fuckin' hand” he cranes his neck down to try and catch your it, you cross your arms on your chest, tucking your hands inside.

“Nu uh!” Hobie squeezes you, continuing to walk like he's not carrying you. “So you're just gonna manhandle me the entire night?”

“No, I'll throw you in one of those duck ponds.” He laughs loudly as you wiggle your elbow right on his abdomen. You didn't know he's ticklish there, you are definitely gonna use that information in the future.

Your eyes light up, looking at the gigantic patchwork teddy bear hanging on to one of the arcade booths. “Look at that one!”

“D’you want that? I'll get that for you, yeah?”

“No, it's fine, it's probably rigged anyway.”

He nuzzles your neck, “I'll bet you a kiss that I can win that ugly bear”

“Deal.” You kick your legs out to try to walk on your own but he doesn't let go so you let him carry you the entire way to the booth, laying your entire weight on him.

He stops in front of the milk bottle tossing booth, an old man with large glasses mans the it, he picks up fallen balls, placing them neatly inside a small bucket.

“How much, bossman?” Hobie asks, his arms still carrying you.

“Five pounds per bucket. Looks like you've won a much better prize though” he chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘m lookin' for a replacement though” he points at the bear with his chin. His comment doesn't fly over you though, you huff, kneading his stomach with your elbow. Hobie yelps, letting you go. “See that, bossman? Need that bear more than ever.”

You make a mocking face, Hobie suddenly has an intense urge to pinch your nose. But he doesn't, maybe he'll do it once you two get home.

He hands the old man the bills in exchange for the bucket.

“You've got four tries to bring the three pyramids down. You do that and you get the bear.” The old man explains.

“That easy?” Hobie says smugly.

The man chuckles, the same smug smile on his lips. “That easy. Good luck.”

Hobie turns to you as he's weighing the baseball in his hand. “Kiss for good luck?”

“I thought that was for after winning my prize?” despite you declining, you lean to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good luck and don't overdo it or you might give the man a heart attack.” You whisper close to his ear.

“And here I was preparing my arm to rocket this ball out of here” he chases your face, capturing your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

You poke his side, smiling as he takes aim. His arm extended like he's a professional, his muscles tensing through his shirt. You'd be lying if you said you weren't ogling him. Before Hobie throws the ball, he winks at you all suave, waking the butterflies in your stomach.

Clang!

The first pyramid bottle falls loudly. Hobie looks at you with a mischievous smirk, wordlessly saying. ‘I've got this’

He takes another ball, preparing to launch it. As you predicted, he turns his head towards you again but you're prepared this time, winking at him sweetly before he could do it.

He almost misses the bottles.

You tamp down your laugh when he looks back at you with a ‘how dare you’ face. You look at him innocently, fluttering your lashes.

After all that though, one after the other the bottles fall easily, the old man shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head. He surrenders, handing Hobie the bear.

“Told you I'll win it for you” the bear gets squished in the middle as Hobie tries his best to embrace you with the fluffy wall in between.

“I knew you had it,” you lean up so he could claim his prize. “You have super strength, cheater.” you say against his lips, he could only get a fraction of a second of your lips before you pulled away. He blinks, shaking his head.

“Thought we had a deal?”

“Claim it in the ferris wheel?”

“You cheeky fucker”

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After lining up for the ride and numerous bites of a shared funnel cake, you and Hobie hop on to the pod, the capsule shakes as he pushes in the bear to fit inside. The worker manning the ride sighs exasperatedly.

Hobie sits it across from you, scooching to make way for him, he sighs, all tired out from the labour.

The worker closes the door, the ferris wheel starts up, slowly moving your pod up.

“Your bear is on thin ice” He glares at the toy, the fluffy head tilting comedically. You laugh while Hobie casually snakes his arm around your shoulders, bringing you Impossibly closer to the already small space.

You don't mind it though, laying your head on his shoulder, reaching blindly for his hand, he half hugs you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You good?” his voice muffled by your skin.

“Better than good. Happy” you inhale his cologne, relaxing your muscles. You swear you're melting on the spot. “You?”

“You already know the answer, lovie” he cranes his neck closer to you, ignoring the ache in his nape. Hobie then presses a handful of kisses on your temple, each one sweeter than the last. He holds off with his joke about pushing the bear off the ride.

The ferris wheel halts to a stop when your pod reaches the top, you cling tighter to Hobie. The view takes your breath away, the shining lights below look like stars, the skyline looms on your right, just seeing it makes you crave web swinging with Hobie. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

The ride starts back up again with a sudden lunge, a mechanical whirring in the background. You yelp, Hobie grips your shoulder, circling his thumb over your skin comfortably.

“I've got you.” He reassures.

“I know you do” You squeeze him, moving his face downward by his chin, guiding him closer to your lips.

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Adam x a male seraphim reader who's twice his size (like Sera but a tiny bit taller) romance headcanons.

(love your writing!) -🍄

Adam x male!giant!seraphim!reader

Glad to hear you like the writing!! Admittedly I was scared my hazbin writing would be a little BLUGH but YIPPEE people enjoy it!!

I enjoy the headcanon that adam is bisexual, though if hes aware that he is is.. debatable. If he is aware hes in denial. He likes women! Women, he tells you-

You.

You changed everything for him, or at least made him question himself. You'd been around for quite a long time but until now you and adam hadn't had the chance to get to know each other personally.

Que a few tasks you both have to do together, a couple of weeks of hashing everything out and.. boom you're together!

He thinks it's a little ridiculous that you're so huge, he has to crane his neck up to look at you. He has to fly if he wants to give you a kiss. He knows seraphim can change their appearance, could you like. Shrink? Please? A little frustrated that you cannot in fact shrink.... though his pout seems to disappear when you offer to carry him around.

He slings his entire body on top of yours when you cuddle, head on your chest and limbs splayed out. You're cool to the touch, but he kind of enjoys it! Sometimes you guys might be a little late to a meeting because he didnt want to get up out of bed..

Has made some vulgar jokes about the height difference. I will leave your mind to wander!

Will get partially offended if you call him an ankle biter

#hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin adam x you #hazbin adam x reader #adam x you #adam x reader

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 7 months ago

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How bout a ZZZ? Ask Belle x cunning hares reader

Reader fights using half of a mech(whichever mech you feel is appropriate) they found in a hollow

I had a blast writing this, though I spent more time on the Mech than the interaction so if it feels a bit off compared to my usual, sorry!

Now! Your Wish Is My Command!

“Combat Rigs like this one were used-” you began to say as you adjusted the rotors of the cooling unit, getting a shock in the process from the left over processed ether, causing you to exclaim “agh! Mother-” before letting out a deep breath and starting over.

“Combat Rigs like this one were used early on to explore Hollow Zero back when it first formed. You’ve run into some of the tech descended from these in the Companion Hollows and its distant cousins in Belobog Construction. Though when these were first made; Ether Corruption wasn’t something very well known, neither was Ether Shielding, at least not on a large scale. Not to mention these things were slapped together in a couple of months with some Shoddy but aggressive A.I. Cores and a lot of the safety features in both of them weren’t exactly up to snuff, especially with the extremely volatile Ether Reactors that, when they got too hot, could melt the entire thing into a ball of molten slag with pilots still inside or A.I.’s programming breaking and hijacking the rig. So, over time as boots on the ground got more and more concerned about the Rig’s going rogue and we learned more and more about hollows, they were phased out. Replaced by heavy, non-piloted machinery with better made and adapted A.I., and small, highly trained groups of people guided by Bangboo.” You explained as you continued to run maintenance on your Rig.

“Then how’d you get your hands on one?” Belle asked, still craning her neck up to look at you.

“Found it in a Companion Hollow not too far into The Hollow Zero Exclusion Zone, from the looks of it, The A.I. Core broke and went on a rampage and flew out of Hollow Zero before the Reactor ran out of fuel and it shut down in mid air, causing it to crash. I had to rip off pretty much all of what remained of the plating and replace a lot of the underlying hardware due to Ether Corruption. The A.I. core was pretty much unscathed, and that’s been a headache and a half to try and work on. It's a stubborn piece of scrap.” you shouted down as you pulled out the damaged Ether Canister and looked it over, seeing if you were going to be able to salvage it.

“This massive thing can fly!?” Belle exclaimed, shocked.

“It could, without the A.I. Core I’m locked out of a ton of the subroutines, including the Flight Check.” you answered as you walked down the catwalk.

“Though considering the Payload this thing could carry, that may be a good thing. Going out in a giant ball of exploding fire sounds as cool to me as the next guy but I’d prefer not to have what was left of my body buried in a matchbox.” you stated as you walked past Belle, still examining the canister.

“What does that mean?” Belle asked, more than a bit concerned for her NOT CRUSH.

“Well, if I got this thing fully loaded with the max it could carry and still be able to go airborne and accounting for the Reactor… that would be around the equivalent of around a megaton of TNT exploding over the sky’s of New Eridu. More than enough to take a sizable chunk out of the city if it was on the ground.” you answered before placing the canister on the table, and pulling out a set of tools.

“That’s… terrifying.” Belle muttered, a chill running down her spine.

“Yup, that’s why I only use the heavy artillery this model was known for if absolutely necessary.” you stated as you continued to work on the canister.

“I know I’ll probably regret asking… but what does that mean?” Belle asked.

“This model was made as a form of highly mobile artillery piece, designed for the express purpose of cracking heavily armored targets with heavy ordnance from any spot on the field. Because of this, it could launch missiles, rockets, and other forms of munitions with little to no modification. It was the swiss army knife of high calibers, explosives, and magnetically accelerated weaponry.” you answered simply, putting your tools down and turning to face Belle.

“Now then Proxy time for me to ask a question, why the sudden interest?” you inquired as you looked Belle dead in the eyes.

“Can’t a girl like giant killer robots on her own time?” Belle clumsily retorted.

“Not you, one half of The Legendary Proxy Phaethon.” you stated clearly.

“Then could you at least ask a girl about her ulterior motives over a bowl of noodles?”

“Are you trying to ask me out?” you asked, eyes narrowing.

“Yes.” Belle declared, tossing all subtlety to the wind.

“Are you buying?” you asked, tempted.

“Half.” Belle answered with a shrug.

“Hmm. Let me get cleaned up and changed, give me a bit.” You said as you walked past Belle and towards the Cunning Hare’s main building where the Showers were.

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You closed the door behind you before walking forward, turning down the hall, and then leaning back on the wall before sliding onto the ground.

You were NOT prepared for this.

Quickly, you fished your phone out of your pocket and dialed the best person you knew for this kind of thing.

Nicole Demara.

The second you saw her name you were already calling her.

“C’mon, c’mon, pick up Nicole.” you muttered as the dial tone rang.

“Hey there! You’ve reached Nicole Demara, Leader of the Cunning Hares! If you have a job for us, say what it is at the beep! If you don’t, BUZZ OFF!!” Nicole’s pre-recorded voicemail shouted at you.

“NICOLE HELP! BELLE ASKED ME ON A DATE! WHAT DO I DO!?” you whisper yelled into your phone in a panic.

Oh god what were you going to do?

You couldn’t just blast your way out of this with rockets and explosives!

Not that you wanted to after all Belle was… Belle.

And you were a Grease Monkey who works with a dangerous robot that can blow a hole in the city.

How in the world were you going to survive this?

#zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #zzz #belle zenless zone zero #belle x reader #belle zenless zone zero x reader

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