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Butterflies dresses by Bibian Blue
"Made from Enlarged butterfly wings-- quite a feat, and so expensive, but worth every silver piece!"
a couple months ago someone sent me an ask asking if I’d ever heard of Boquila trifoliolata and I was like ‘no way. this can’t be real’ and i looked it up and it was and I forgot about it until just now when my supervisor and I got sidetracked and I looked it up again to prove to her that it’s real and found out that not only does this plant vaguely mimic the leaves of whatever plant it’s vining on, it does it when it climbs on fake plants too so any theories about how it does it that include gene transfer or chemicals or touching it in any way are just out the window and those were like, the only theories the original researchers had about how it might be doing it. so anyway I am screaming and crying and whatnot
The more you read the better this gets – from Krulwich, Nat Geo 2016:
Boquila feels more like a cuttlefish or an octopus; it can morph into at least eight basic shapes. When it glides up a bush or tree that it’s never encountered before, it can still mimic what’s near. And that’s the wildest part: It doesn’t have to touch what it copies. It only has to be nearby. Most mimicry in the animal kingdom involves physical contact. But this plant can hang—literally hang—alongside a host tree, with empty space between it and its model, and, with no eyes, nose, mouth, or brain, it can “see” its neighbor and copy what it has “seen.”
(Artifical plant modeling & c. discussed in White & Yamashita, Plant Signaling & Behavior, https://doi.org/10.1080/15592324.2021.1977530)
Don’t like this at all! Thank you!!
-plant mimics
-plant people pcs
-forest of plants that are slowly taking over the forest that was already there by pretending to be the forest and killing off existing flora n fauna until there is nothing but these specific plants
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I have a NEW FAVORITE THING and it’s this ballad!
WIFE OR KNIFE IM HOLLERING
PR 978.B4 – The Berkshire Lady’s Garland Very long transcription of a summary of ‘The Berkshire Lady’s Garland’ under the cut
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Help Wanted: Dueling Second
Must bring own weapon. Contact Mr. Poor, Esq. for further details
“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”
Wrong. Okay, picture this–
So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes.
She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.
And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.
She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.
See here’s the thing about Cinderella:
1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food.
2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.
So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.
She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?
Oh.
Oh wait.
Oh shit.
And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”
And then the bell starts ringing.
It’s midnight.
And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe.
Prompt
All across the land, fairies awake missing their wings, left only with twin scars down their backs. Some suspect a curse, others suspect black market criminals. When A, a human, wakes up one morning with a beautiful pair of wings fluttering around their shoulders, they know they have to find the true culprit or be executed for the theft of a fairy’s most prized possession.
- Lynn
Deep Water Prompt #2536
We keep some sunlight folded in the linen closet. On cold and rainy days, we spread it out on the bed, and nap in it.
Magic item: Drowsing Blanket
A quilt imbued with a daily charge of Light. Once per day, Lowdown-dweller Leah takes the quilt out of her closet and spreads it over the big bed for her son to lay on. A glowing patch of sun appears on it-- anything within the area of the blanket looks and feels like it is bathed in sunlight, and receives the benefits of being outdoors. Leah hopes this will help her son's frequent illnesses since daylight rarely pierces down from the Upper City. Unfortunately, the effect only lasts one hour, but can be sustained for 10 minutes by expending 1 spell slot.
wow okay i'm sorry that you find me so unsettling and hard to be around because i look almost exactly the same as i did before i died but something just isn't quite right and my personality isn't the same as i was in your (honestly pretty unfaithful and self centered!) memories of me and you're kind of starting to regret raising me from the dead. as if it's my fault 🙄
like aww did somebody think that everything would just go back to normal and nothing would change? is someone upset that they have to make an effort to get to know me as i am and not as i was? that must be so hard for you. well you know what they say, you can dig me up but you can't just bury me again if you don't like what you reanimated!
Necromancy isnt illegal in the future, but its not common because killing someone (even if youre killing them *again,*) *is* illegal. Not only that, but you become their legal guardian until they're able to be independent-- if they ever are.
So, you bring your boyfriend back to life and hes in love with someone else? Too bad, hes yours to deal with, *and* you have to give him food and shelter until he can get it himself. He's a drooling zombie now? Looks like you have yourself a pet for life.
Abandonment is harshly punished, and socially very frowned upon-- after all, if you cant take care of the undead, you should have left them in the ground.
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Penguins attend classes on the first day of school at the University of Antarctica, 2007
i know this is fake history but i hope it’s real future
As part of their utopian ideals, the Planet of the Future offers a world-class education to all sentient creatures that can pass the entrance exam. While this is primarily something only talking beasts are capable of (or interested in), a few species have shown incredible aptitude and dedication to learning. The Arctic School for Advanced Learning focuses on environmental preservation, and is quite proud of their diverse alumni.
Spellbound Felines Series by Sam Hogg
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Encounter: some Fairy-Ducks
Mindflayers in a Civilized Society
For mindflayers in Cyber City, the days of lurking in the Underdark, building exclusive empires of knowledge, and claiming unwilling hosts are far behind. Instead, the modern mindflayer is a citizen like any other, and many hold high stations because they carry the memories of the world.
Long ago, a delegation from the surface approached a sect of mindflayers with a proposal. Their city was dying of a plague that could not be stopped-- instead of a cure, they came in search of legacy. The mindflayers were immune to the disease, and there were plenty of surface-dwellers at the end of their lives; the surface-dwellers offered up the brains of their people on the condition that the mindflayers would carry on their memory.
For the first time in history, the mindflayers had a change of heart. By devouring the love and courage of the dying, they brought it into themselves. Shortly after, the ilithid emerged from the depths of the earth with a proposal of their own for others on the surface. In honor of the town they consumed, they would do the same for others. Any old or dying creature who wished to be remembered could offer their minds to the mindflayers, and be immortalized.
This sect was met with hesitation at first, then widespread approval from the elders of every race. But even while the surface world embraced this new era, the other ilithids despised it. It threatened their way of life, their empire underground-- and so the Flayer Wars began.
When the dust settled, the opposing mindflayers were defeated, killed or scattered. In the minds of the survivors, it was a genocide. To the victors, it began a golden age of ilithid-surface dweller relations.
Today, mindflayers are revered as storytellers and scholars, though they relay information more often than they study it. Elder brains are kept in protected towers, and larvae have plenty of willing hosts to choose from, though the birth of a new mindflayer is a rare occasion.
Even so, the remnants of the old ways linger, and there are still those mindflayers who feed on society's castoffs rather than join the traitors in the shining buildings above. Some are nearly feral, but others are willing to talk and even grant favors, for a price. Anyone who talks of overthrowing the status quo is practically a friend-- or at least as close as they get.
By max hay
Collection of works by digital artist Paul Wiley, scanned from various issues of ‘New Media Showcase: The Digital Sourcebook’, and ‘American Showcase: Illustration’ (1995-2001)
Many of these were done for the ‘FuturoCity’ line of Trapper Keeper folders by Mead.