#ulysses butterfly

[rievynnzan]

Can't miss these two

[adiaryofnonsense]

Theo! Based on a Ulysses butterfly, team captain of the Infrareds, arch rival and mortal enemy and reciprocated crush of Lily.

[blueyinthebush]

that's lucky! - ulysses butterfly

"the sign" brought back one of the most important non-speaking characters in the show--flappy the butterfly, an eye-catching ulysses butterfly. the females are a bit less vibrant, so this one is probably a male. they also don't keep those bright blue markings on the outside of their wings, but for animation's sake i'll give it a pass.

this pretty swallowtail was first seen in "slide", when lila and bingo saved it as a caterpillar (pictured here on an agapanthus plant). the caterpillars of this species are bright green with white markings. this helps them blend in with the leaves of the euodia tree, their favorite food.

with such a striking color, the ulysses butterfly is an iconic and beloved insect. in 2016, there were some concerns about the decline of the breeding population, but it seems like they've been able to bounce back. this little guy is indirectly responsible for much of the events of "the sign", and he deserves it! a pretty butterfly like this is too good to go unnoticed.

[rubydolly]

I can’t believe I saw a Ulysses Butterfly 🦋 I feel so lucky, these beautiful butterfly’s live in the Daintree so to see one in NSW is unusual

[voidbug]

🦋 Ulysses Fairy 🦋

[pixelarthropods]

Meet three blue beautiful butterflies Blue-banded Eggfly (Hypolimnas Alimena), Papilio Ulysses, Morpho Menelaus!

I hope you like it!

[echoheart0324]

Right in front of my Nintendo DS???

[fdragon-art]

Day 54 - Absorbed

"Even on an island filled with the most monstrous beasts and dangerous predators, there is the meek and meagre to be found, one that even a baby can watch and be gobsmacked by its beauty~"

[brooklynbutterflyarts]

Papilio Ulysses Butterfly Framed Ulysses butterfly specimen sealed in Acrylic frame.6x6 inches.(INCLUDES PRE-INSTALLED CLEAR HANGER & CLEAR RUBBER BUMPERS FOR WALL MOUNTING) Papilio ulysses, the Ulysses butterfly, is a large swallowtail butterfly, in the subgenus Achillides, of Australia, Indonesia, Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands This beautiful display allows you to appreciate both the front patterns as well as the back patterns of the butterfly witch can be radically different. The clear acrylic disappears against the wall leaving the butterfly to shine on its own. This display adds a decorative touch to any living room, office or study. Also makes a fantastic high quality gift on any occasion. For any questions feel free to send me a message. Ships with 3 layers of protection for a guaranteed safe arrival. Full refund if damaged in transit.

[yoan-le-grall]

[rievynnzan]

Buggies

[izzysarchivedblogs]

The Dusty Toolbox -> Accepting All Meme // oh gosh @biitchcakes you just want to hurt us -> you haven’t called me that in years . (clint)

TWENTY THREE DAYS IN COURT. Several additional days before those days in court being in a holding cell. He wasn't allowed visitors, or he does not know if it was the other around. If no one was allowed to come in and see him. There was no phone call offered to him, and the fact that his hands haven't stop shaking.

Partly from minor withdrawal, and majorly because HE DID IT. Bruce Banner came to him and begged, pushed that arrowhead in his hand and told him what to do. VISION OF THE BIG GREEN. Clint followed him, waited in the trees and watched. He doesn't know if it was the right thing to do.

BRUCE ASKED. BEGGED. HE JUST WANTED THE HELP. NEEDED.

Clint knew what he would be doing; how he had to fight to explain why he broke the moral code of avengers don't kill. ULTIMATELY? He was someone who respected his friends wishes, who saw the desparation and did what they said would help.

It weighs too heavy on him, those twenty three days in court and he was looking for her because a conversation runs through his head over and over again.

CAN I TELL ANYONE?

No.

NOT EVEN JESS?

Especially not her.

YOU KNOW THIS'LL MAKE TWO YEARS. I WAS LUCKY SHE TOOK ME BACK AFTER WHAT I DID FOUR YEARS AGO.

I'm sorry.

He didn't see her, and when he was released? He knew that he had to get out of New York as soon as possible. Partly because he couldn't be here, he couldn't stand this.

The government ⸺ politicians with an agenda and fearmongering ⸺ taking Ulysses' visions as their spearhead to a greater future; whatever they had on Carol to make her the face of this? HE'S ALMOST GLAD HE'S IN THE ASSIST ONE OF MY OLDEST FRIENDS KILL HIMSELF SEAT THAN HERS.

Those same types of people were the kind that tried to rig his trial, ensure that he got the death sentence. It still sends a chill down his spine thinking of his conversations with Murdock, but he's glad he made his trial fair.

He became the most popular avenger to the general public, with the fearmongering around the Hulk, and the least favorite avenger among all the people he was friends with. Clint wanted to blackout, forget all of this, but there's one hurt that weights almost as much as the Bruce Banner one.

HIS GIRLFRIEND. Clint's got one hundred percent accuracy that she's EX again. He really had been falling for her too.

Bruce Banner is dead now. It's a long shot, but he never said he couldn't tell anyone afterwards. So he calls her, at the very least, to explain himself or apologize, or simply to hear her one last time. TELL HER GOODBYE.

She picks up, probably because it's not a known number he is calling. ❝ WAIT, CUPCAKE! ❞ He says when she's about to hang up on the phone.

You haven't called me that in years.

OH SHIT! She's right. Not even this second try at their relationship, he's used that nickname in a while. She's been BABE and sweetheart. Not Cupcake. It got her attention.

❝ I know nothing I could say or do would make it better or change; I could tell you what he told me, give you the answers. They won't help. ��� None of that was helping him out.

❝ I'm sorry, Cupcake, I should have told you but it went against his wishes. AND I KNOW YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, and I loved- LOVE you. He really felt like this was what would help him.... ❞ Perhaps she should have came first over what Bruce Banner asked, but both Jess and Clint were people who stuck to their guns, stuck to morals. Regardless of people, respecting Bruce's wishes came in front of his girlfriends.

❝ I'm sorry, I wish I- I just wanted to tell you goodbye, I'm leaving. I asked him to write you a note, I stuck it under our table at our favorite burger joint. ❞ Clint begged Bruce to at least give her that, this had nothing to do with Jess and Clint's relationship. He begged him to at least write her a note, just for her, because she deserved that. She would be losing a lot already, he'd promise to deliver it after the arrow had been used.

❝ So, uh, that's it. Thanks for staying on the phone. ❞

[burnt-scone]

Fun fact

The whole "Blue Jay's and Ulysses Butterflies aren't blue. They just reflect blue light." thing, annoys me

Like the fuck you mean it's not blue it just reflects blue light, THATS WHAT COLOR IS!?

Color = reflections of certain light wavelengths

A reflection of blue = it's fucking blue.

And I know it's the shape of thingies in their feathers or whatever, idgaf, it's reflecting blue so it's blue.

[the-unicorns-of-nienna]

[Image Description: three photographs of metallic blue butterflies perched on clusters of red flowers. End image description.]

Ulysses Swallowtail (Papilio ulysses), family Papilionidae, QLD, Australia

photograph by Kai

[permetutotheworld]

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[ghostycritter]

Post Chatter Silence ☆

Context - Silence in between small talk is a happening that's gifted upon acquaintance upon acquaintance. Due to hesitation between topics similar to a sailboat with no wind— a boat with no motor is a raft. How would you and your 'acquaintance' handle the unspoken moment that is transitional silence?

Characters - Wolfgang Akire, Grace Madison, Ulysses Wilhelm, Mark 'Mayhem' Berskii

Warnings - none

A/N - Mb if Grace is OOC, I liked her writing better during chap 0 so i based it off that. Idk why... don't come @ me but chap 0 Grace on top!!!

Masterlist (✧) P:EG Masterlist

[🐑] Wolfgang Akire -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

Chatter becomes a temporary solution towards lull. Even so, you attempted to initiate chit-chat with the Ultimate Lawyer. It feels reckless to construct such casual words in the presence of a very prestigious man. However, his soft spoken nature churned the mood to a sensual lightheartedness. Imbuing it with a warm and intimate stimuli that made you feel strange.

Butterflies — that's the scientific term to describe that tingling feeling in your gut when he'd respond to your little inquiries. Despite the guarantee of him having these types of discussions an uncountable amount of times— He made the current one you both reciprocated feel special.

His replies would always feel thoughtful. It was never generic or vague, the responses were made for *you*. His words were a gentle reminder that your sentences were invaluable. You wonder if everybody felt this way when he'd commence a conversation like this, or if this was something special.

The exchange dissolved into an unresolved mute. Just as you expected. Although, it didn't feel uncomfortable, definitely not the quiet you dread. In fact, the silence was welcoming. As though you shouldn't feel burdened by the lack of reaction, instead you should let go of the interaction.

The mute stretched between you both. Unbroken until Wolfgang glances back at you.

"You're pleasant to chat with, Ms/Mx/Mr [Surname]." His smooth voice is soft yet so determined.

A spark in his eyes spoke for himself, the glimmer told you what his words did not:

He'd love to talk again.

[🐰] Grace Madison -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

Striking a chat with *the* Ultimate Golfer was a gamble. Disclose something mindless or uncultural you would get met with a verbal bash to the face. Yet, despite the topic being surrounded regarding the unbelievably difficult industry— you still got a marvelous chuckle having a chat with her.

It's challenging for you to commit a reply to Grace. She's so swift and unstoppable with her words, a few drops of your head giving her a nod is enough signal to let her continue her harsh sentences.

"...So, what about you?" Her question was like she crafted a new full-stop to the conversation.

The unexpected question caught you off-guard. Unsure of what to respond with. What could you say? Did you have any struggle regarding the industry? You gifted yourself a halt to brainstorm her question. Eventually, enough thoughts form a coherent feedback.

For the first time, you had the freedom to express how you felt. But your nervousness got the best of you— desaturating your sentence to a more anticlimactic anecdote.

"Exactly what I expect! We both can't catch a break, can we?" You felt a thrilling astonishment bubble within you. Grace relates! Her engaging comment ignited a conclusion in you:

She cared for your input.

With that, the noise withdrawal. Leaving you both in a silent trance. You expect for it to be broken by one of her lines, but no attempt was made to do so. Rather, you both sat in the basking lull. Still, you expect her to strike, like a pounce from a predator to a prey. You never expected such a sentence—

"You know what? You're pretty sensible."

That was the nicest thing she had ever said.

[🦉] Ulysses Wilhelm -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

You found yourself having a conversation with none other than the insomniac Ultimate Historian. It was a rare privilege, like conversing with a living history book in front of you. Every single word that escaped your mouth was a scribble etched to the pages of his journal. It was a natural habit for him to record his entire daily interactions, however it gave him no time to give you full responses.

Your conversation unfolded on a superficial level. Yet, Ulysses paid extreme attention to what you have to input to the casual talk, making it feel as if it's more significant.

The conversation traveled at a comfortable pace. You both— or rather you only— is now on the subject of your recent accomplishments that earned you a place at the academy. As the explanation spilled out of your mouth, similar to what you rehearsed to what to tell friends and relatives; Ulysses spoke up, pausing his quill equipped hand.

He revises his notes, the silence overpowering the moment. You felt still. It was such a contrast from how much you talked about and now suddenly you were quiet. The silence was obvious, the words no longer formed in your mouth. You felt burdened from chattering too much, you fear it etched a high-ego image on your person. 

"Would you please elaborate on the event part? I'd love to know more." A spark of interest glittered his steady, indifferent tone.

As each word came to be his question. It felt like your talent was renewed and celebrated in a different perspective. He wanted you to clarify further!

You continued your explanation, offering him the vivid details of how your contributions during this 'event' came to be. As you finished up your story, he seemed to still be jotting down the specifics of your anecdote.

He lets out a yawn as he deliberately dotted the tip of the quill onto the parchment insinuating a period.

"That was interesting." He briefly commented.

[🐊] Mark 'Mayhem' Berskii

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

It's an ambitious challenge to converse with the Ultimate Music Producer. To say the least, he's extremely aloof, nearly impossible to approach. His distant demeanour made him tough to converse with. However, it's difficult to imagine how you even got into this situation.

Small talk was futile. Idle chats didn't work on Mark. He did not seem to be fazed by anything you attempted to say to spark up a chat between you both— you'd always be met with an unyielding silence.

Finally, you take matters into your own hands and start to introduce yourself.

Mark didn't seem too interested by your rant, your efforts seemed to be brushed off the more you tried. The only responses are stares— glares, in fact. It's obviously shown that he limits his interactions as much as possible.

You said one last conversation starter. He just gave you a small nod. The bare minimum of a response.

A heavy sigh escaped you. You aren't irritated, rather tired. At least you tried, a nod from Mark Berskii himself? That's well enough for you.

You continued with a subtle end to the conversation, not wanting to push him further. Probably for the best, but you didn't feel too pleased.

"What's your talent again?"

His voice was just as aloof as he is. There was no insinuation of welcome, but you'd gladly answer.

It was hard to believe that was Mark. A small humble smile graces your face as you respond with your talent.

A sentence from Mark Berskii himself?  That's surely something worth celebrating!