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Giant huntsman spider, Heteropoda? Pandercetes?, Sparassidae
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Lichen Huntsman Spider
#lichen huntsman spider#spider#Heteropoda beroni#Arachnida#Araneae#Araneomorphae#Sparassidae#Heteropoda#upl
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20/09/23 - Photo 1 - juvenile camouflaged against the bark
We've had lichen spiders on this tree for years. Recently I saw an adult guarding an egg sac, and I was excited for them to hatch. Sadly I was away when the hatch occurred. But! I still managed to find a juvenile on the tree.
24/08/23 - Photos 2-3 - adult guarding the egg sac by sitting on top of it
The adult lichen spiders are already well-hidden, but trying to find juveniles is almost impossible. I may have missed this hatching, but I have recorded a previous hatch:
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24/08-20/09/23 - Pandercetes gracilis
QLD:WET
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cradle thieves:
a dramatic scene on a tree trunk in Singapore; Leptogenys ants carry away a nestful of newborn scolopendrid centipedes. Scolopendrid mothers guard their young fiercely, so it’s likely these ants had to fight her off to steal the brood, if they didn’t kill her too.
Leptogenys are often specialist feeders on isopods or millipedes, but have occasionally been known to hunt easy prey usually not on the menu. a brooding centipede and her offspring would be highly vulnerable to attack, so it’s no surprise to me they went after a defenseless meal.
as the ants streamed down the trunk, a lichen huntsman spider wisely ignored them and their venomous stings.
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Lichen Huntsman(left), Filistada Insidiatrix(right)
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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜? 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒.
this forest, known to its denizens as the verdant sanctum, sprawled over rolling hills and nestled in the embrace of towering mountains, its emerald canopy kissed by the sun’s golden rays and caressed by the moon’s silvery light.
the verdant sanctum is a place where magic thrived in every leaf and stone, a sanctuary where the elements danced in harmonious symphony. here, the trees were sentinels of time, their bark etched with the runes of forgotten eras, their branches whispering tales of yore. streams wove through the forest like veins of liquid crystal, their waters imbued with the laughter of nymphs and the secrets of the deep earth. hidden glades, where the grass shimmered with the dew of dawn’s first light, served as havens for the mystical beings that called this forest home.
within this enchanted domain, neera's cottage stood as a solitary beacon of rustic charm, its walls entwined with creeping ivy and adorned with the fragrant blossoms of wildflowers. the dwelling, though modest, exuded an aura of welcoming warmth, its hearth forever aglow with the flicker of enchanted flames. nearby, an ancient oak spread its boughs wide, its hollow trunk serving as the entrance to the hidden library — a repository of boundless knowledge and arcane power, guarded by spirits both mischievous and wise.
the inhabitants of the verdant sanctum were as diverse as the flora and fauna that flourished under its verdant canopy. pixies flitted through the air on iridescent wings, their laughter like the tinkling of silver bells. fairies, with their delicate forms and luminous auras, danced in moonlit clearings, weaving spells of protection and enchantment. majestic stags roamed the forest’s depths, their antlers crowned with the lichen of centuries, while wise old owls perched in the highest branches, their eyes reflecting the wisdom of the ages.
at the heart of this mystical realm, the elemental forces held sway. the wind was a capricious spirit, rustling leaves and bending branches to its will, whispering secrets to those who would listen. fire, both a source of warmth and a symbol of destruction, crackled with life, its flames a vibrant dance of red and gold. water flowed with a serene grace, nurturing the land and its creatures, while the earth, steadfast and enduring, cradled the forest in its ancient embrace.
MAIN INSPOS: THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, SNOW WHITE & THE HUNTSMAN, THE TWO TOWERS,
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The new Lichen Huntsmans are in stock! 🕷️ Get them quickly before they're gone. Limited supply! #LichenHuntsman #LimitedStock
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Ages of mingling about this world had taught Fionn many things. Certainly, that his sort had become awfully uncommon. It was a rare and joyous thing, truly, when the song of fae presence left him goosefleshed, hackles raised like a huntsman's dog on the trail. On an especially good day, he might say - honestly, of course - that the anticipation made a catch all the sweeter. Not if he was hungry, though.
Most days, he was hungry.
But not today. Frankly, he couldn't recall a time he'd been so well-fed, since his exile began; already, he'd found more fae things in this blessed fog, this lovely little town, these woods so dark and deep, than he had in centuries. And he had feasted. So, really, he was just making the most of another mist-cloaked morning, simply enjoying a wander, no designs or quarry in mind. It was his curiosity - as insatiable as any other hunger - rather than his appetite that set his ears twitching to what sounded, splendidly, like another stray. So many! He should see their face, shouldn't he? Learn their name. All the better to find them with, later. When he got peckish again.
So he walked slowly. Softly. Listening. Small talk with the trees, was it? Good for gossip, trees were; nosy things. He'd wondered, more than once, if they only grew taller to spy a little better on their neighbours. Certainly seemed the case for those childish forests that had hardly seen a human generation or three. So many of the truly old ones, with the best teachings and tales, had been torn down long ago. Or kept their secrets for others, clutched close as their lichen. They were slow teachers and tellers, anyway.
But this little faeling - dressed in a human glamour, shimmering at her edges even in his damaged Sight - seemed to be learning, all the same. Keeping his own glamour about him, Fionn interrupted with a foxish bound onto and along the nearest fallen trunk, sure-footed, magic coursing thick as sap and bright as amber. Oh, he could wring lightning from the clouds - again. At last. No need, though. Instead, he offered a flourishing bow and a glad grin. "Welcome, fellow stranger! Such a pleasure. You've arrived lately, I imagine? I do hope this world has been treating you well, so far." He did, of course. Lest her magic become haggard, run thin. Less appetizing.
For: Open to all Raven’s Peak Location: Stygian Woodlands
Niamh wandered through the trees, breathing in the smells of home which still clung to the fog. She enjoyed her stay in the mortal world, playing the mortal with her job and house and little hobbies. There’d been a few times when she’d helped some of the citizens find their way through the fog, and she knew her father would like that. Granted, she’d also made her mother proud by scaring some others with sparks, flares, and little nuisance fires. Overall, her time here was proving to be quite a bit of fun.
But part of her still wondered over what power had forced them into this world.
It kept her from going home, and she hadn’t seen her parents since that odd night that landed her in Raven’s Peak. Were they trapped in their world as she was trapped here? Or had they been transported somewhere far from here? She knew they’d be looking for her. As she hadn’t quite passed her first century yet, they still considered her too young to be on her own.
“Though really, I’m not doing too bad for myself,” she announced to the trees, chuckling as they seemed to sigh in reply. She still worked to learn their language – they could tell her mother all kinds of stories, but Niamh had to concentrate to hear them.
She patted the nearest trunk. “Don’t worry, I’m all right and I’m sure you could find a way to pass that on to my mother.”
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The lichen huntsman spider is a huntsman spider found on New Guinea, the Maluku Islands, Sulawesi, and in Queensland, Australia. Individuals can vary in color and many color forms exist, but unlike squids and certain reptiles, color is fixed at its previous molt. It hunts by hiding among moss and lichen, then ambushing prey that comes into range by pouncing on it. - Wikipedia.
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The Creature Awaits #94:
Each week I plan to feature an amazing creature, admiring God's fantastic artistry. Hopefully it’ll brighten someone’s day to see something new and interesting if they haven’t seen it before. : )
Welcome back to Green Month!
(Amazing photograph by Jeremy Squire. Be sure to check out his absolutely fantastic gallery. (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0))
The Lichen Huntsman Spider
Scientific Name: Heteropoda boiei
Region: Malaysia and the islands of Borneo, Java and Sumatra in Indonesia
Size: About a 5" (12.7cm) leg span
Interesting Note: It was once thought that huntsman spiders (family Sparassidae) actively chased people, but it turns out that they are actually of a completely non-aggressive and timid demeanor - preferring running away over biting, and if they do bite, they only have a very mild venom (though the bite itself can hurt a bit at first due to their size.) The misconception seems to have stemmed from their apparent inability to discern the shape of a human from far away. Though the feeling of being chased by one of these relatively large arachnids may be intimidating, it's best to just let these gentle giants scurry past and find their next little cozy spot to nestle into. : )
#creatureawaits#lichen huntsman spider#huntsman spiders#Heteropoda boiei#family Sparassidae#beautiful spiders#hide
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Malaysian Green Huntsman Spider aka Lichen Huntsman (Heteropoda boiei, Sparassidae) Photos 1-3 by Bernard DuPont Photos 4-6 by Art Anker Posted with permission; do not remove credit.
#animals#curators on tumblr#arachnids#bugs#spider#huntsman spider#macro#lichen huntsman#one nice bug
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The Art of Camouflage
As Monty Python pointed out so wisely way back when, the objective of practicing this art is not to be seen (don't hide behind a bush is my suggestion), usually by having the type of coloration or patterning that allows the critter in question to blend into the background in such a way that both predators or prey don't notice their presence (until it's too late in the later). In the case of the fingernail sized lichen huntsman spider of New Guinea and Australia its background is tree bark covered in the eponymous alliance of fungi and algae.
Individuals vary in colour (and can change each time they molt into a larger chitinous exoskeleton), but all resemble one of the species of lichen endemic to these shores. How they detect the colour remains unknown, since spiders are known for a poor sense of vision. They lie in ambush and hunt, leaping onto any prey unfortunate enough to come within range (displaying one of the fastest movements in the Arachnid world), mostly feeding on insects. They are not aggressive to larger creatures, unless you are blundering around a female's eggsacks, but unlike most Australian fauna their venom is mild, resulting in localised swelling and discomfort. However they are remarkably beautiful. When you can see them.
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Two Lichen Spider Specimens on this Walk
Pandercetes gracilis
19/07/22
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hello! i love your content and your cool little dudes so much/
i was curious if you had a favorite spider or arachnid in general?
I do not have a favorite spider, although Liphistius & other trapdoors are probably the spiders I like best. there are some very pretty lichen mimic huntsman spiders out there too,
personal arachnid ranking is
Amblypygi
Uropygi incl. Schizomida & Solifugae
Pseudoscorpiones & Palpigradi & Opiliones
Scorpiones
Acari
Araneae
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The Lichen Huntsman spider - AccidentalCamouflage.tumblr.com [ https://i.redd.it/n153tqro11861.jpg ]
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Nope still broken. Must be a phone problem.
That said if you could please continue shifter? It's so good!
Ah man, sorry about that. Hopefully the links in this post work
Also, thanks for the request :)
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CW - discussion of suicide
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Major Shift, Part 4
The tangerine and crimson leaves fluttered into the gentle creek, as Dara stared at the switchblade in their hands.
It had been easy to accept their death when it was an abstract concept. The inevitable outcome of being turned. When it was something that would happen to them, rather than something they’d have to take care of themself.
They weren’t even surprised when the smoke began to pool and slither around their knees.
“Please, kid,” the Shifter King said, settling down beside them in his human form. “Don’t do that.”
“How’d you find me?”
“This is my forest. I always know what’s happening in it.”
Dara kept their eyes on the knife. Ending things here would mean that they wouldn’t be fulfilling the High Huntsman’s wishes. It would be abandoning everything they’d sworn to protect.
But to live out their days as a shifter, to slowly lose themself piece by piece until there was nothing left but the beast . . .
Maybe if they were quick enough, they could do it before the villain had a chance to stop them.
“I think I’ll hold on to that,” he said, taking the knife from their grip. Dara noticed, passively, how careful he was to not touch the silver metal blade.
They turned their gaze up to the fiery trees. It was beautiful as a painting. “Do you think this is kindness?”
“I do.”
Dara sighed. They probably wouldn’t have had the guts to go through with it anyways.
They held up their wrists to be tied.
The villain looked between Dara’s hands and their face. It seemed to take him a moment to realize what they were doing.
“Come on.” He slapped a hand on their shoulder, rising up. “I want to show you something.”
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Dara wasn’t surprised that the shifters’ base was a sprawling Victorian mansion in the middle of the woods.
What they hadn’t expected was the chipper yellow paint, the elegant wrap-around porch, and the game of frisbee happening on the front lawn.
“David,” a shifter said, after throwing the bright plastic disc. Most of their skin was covered in lichen. “Is that the murderer?”
Dara stiffened. But before they could even think of running, the villain wrapped an arm around their shoulder.
“Everyone, meet Dara,” he said, addressing the small crowd of shifters. “Our newest recruit. I want you all to welcome them just like you’d welcome each other.”
“I’m not – ”
“Now let’s get inside,” he continued. “We need to have that planning meeting.”
Inside was, put simply, absolute chaos.
It’s not that things were messy. Quite the opposite – the floors were swept, the shelves dusted, the tabletops cleared of clutter.
It’s that the developers must have been high out of their minds when they designed the place.
The front door led first through somebody’s bedroom, and then through a kitchen with a washing machine where the stove should have been. The hallways changed colors and wallpapers as the group passed through them, the floors switching back and forth between tile and wood. They passed one room where every piece of furniture was cat-themed, one that was a steamy greenhouse, one that was nothing but wall-to-wall doors.
Dara suffered vertigo just trying to keep up.
“Where’s the meeting room today?” the villain asked, dodging under a string of vines hanging down from the ceiling.
“Upstairs, ’round where the ballroom used to be,” said a shifter with enormous ox horns.
They approached a staircase, and Dara could see a girl between the slats. She was carving a jack-o-lantern, the knife digging firmly into one of the pumpkin’s yellowy eyes.
They went swerving up the stairs, which were arranged in some confusing crisscross that reminded Dara of a double helix.
“What’s with this place?” they hissed.
“Welcome to Witchwood Manor,” the villain said. “The place is cursed. Or blessed? It’s hard to tell sometimes. But I wouldn’t recommend leaving your stuff lying around.”
They finally reached a meeting room with tall windows and a long wooden table. The shifters piled around it, with the villain standing at the head. Dara ended up just beside him.
“Well, good news everyone,” he began. “We’ve uncovered a photo of the book.”
“And here I was hoping that you’d actually found the damn thing,” a shifter said.
“So impatient,” the villain replied with a grin. He pressed a button on a remote, and a projector screen began to lower. “Now that we've found this, the most recent known location is Munich, 1998.”
“So we have to go to Germany?”
The ox shifter rolled her eyes. “There’s no reason to think it’s still there, Benjamin.”
The projector clicked on, and a grainy photo appeared. It was in a stone courtyard, featuring a smiling woman holding an ancient book. It was thick, and the pages were uneven. The image of a gnarled, leafless tree was carved into the withered black leather.
But as strange as the book was, a different detail stood out. The woman had a small tattoo on her forearm – an arrow intercepted with three curved lines. The exact same symbol could be found on Dara’s shoulder blade.
The Hunter’s Sigil.
The shifters continued to discuss the book, reviewing their findings and brainstorming where it could be located. To Dara’s astonishment, none of them mentioned the mark.
“Why do you want it so badly?” they asked after a while.
Every eye in the room fell upon them.
“Ah yes,” the villain said. “Thank you for speaking up, Dara. I nearly forgot to explain.” He gestured to the image. “This spell book was written by Joan Morton. The most renowned witch of her time, and the creator of this very manor.”
Dara blinked. “Witches aren’t real.”
The lichen shifter glanced to them. “You’ve never heard that the first shifters were created by witches?”
“I’ve heard that myth, yes.”
“Well, regardless,” the villain said. “We know the book is real. And we know that it contains a variety of very useful spells. Ones that could keep this pack safe against our rivals.”
Dara looked again to the photo. “I hope you don’t think I’m going to help you find it.”
The villain’s eyes lit up in a way that Dara didn’t like. “You may be interested to know, there’s a rumour that one of the spells contained in this book can turn shifters back into humans.”
Dara straightened in their seat. The room buzzed with whispered conversation.
The villain smiled. He knew he had them.
“What the hell is that homicidal freak doing here?”
Everyone looked to the doorway. There stood Corbin, bitter gaze fixed on Dara.
“Ah, Corbin, perfect timing,” the villain said. “I was just about to tell Dara how I’ll be matching them with a partner, to help ease their transition into the pack.”
Dara and Corbin locked eyes with each other. “You can’t mean . . .”
“Oh, but I do.” The villain’s smile was mischievous. “I just know you two will be the absolute best of friends.”
#shifter#halloween#werewolf#villain x hero#hero x villain#writing snippet#writeblr#writing#snippet#werebear#kidnapping#fantasy#fantasy writing#fuckin benjamin#not a prompt
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