#lightningbugs

[blumenbandit]

take a mae or two. youll need em

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

My spirit insect is the firefly! I’m sure of it 🤟🏻 - #slay #firefly #fireflies #glowbug #glowbugs #lightningbugs #fireflyart #fireflypainter #thefireflypainter #glowbuggallery #solglo #fireflypainting #handpainted #art #artwork #artist #paint #painted #decor #fineart #ennife #ennifeslay #jenniferslay #originalart #originalartwork #originalpainting #myart #glowinthedark #glowup #glowart - @slaytonjd @glowbuggallery @deafgirlsmusic - ✨🤟🏻✨🤟🏻✨ (at USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CembsQbvZNF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[americasgreatoutdoors]

Deep in the enchanting woods of Great Smoky Mountains National Park, fireflies perform their mesmerizing light show over a two-week period between mid-May to mid-June. Synchronous fireflies are among the 19 species found in the park. The fireflies sync up their flashing patterns, timing everything like a luminous dance number. They require an extremely dark environment to stay coordinated, and any light that enters the area throws off their whole performance. Their presence beckons to photographers and viewers alike, to explore the Appalachian forests of Tennessee and North Carolina after dark --with eyes peeled for flashing. This image is a combination of close to 100 photos with long exposure. What a magical place this world is, especially with these dazzling beetles. Photo courtesy of Jonathan Hoomes.

[quintessentialarts]

I'm having a hard time keeping these Fireflies in stock for long (thank you ♡♡♡♡♡) Just have this one available now 😊 ~~~ I've been playing with a stylized attempt at a firefly for a while now, after a request from a friend 💛 This is where we are lately. Hand-shaped pure silver, sassafras leaf wings, and CZ Sparklebutt https://www.etsy.com/listing/524067627/firefly-handmade

[starpointestudio]

Now, for that side project I really shouldn’t be doing but couldn’t resist...inspired by nature’s flashy light show - I’m just so glad that fireflies exist! #relief #printmaking #engraving #woodengraving #firefly #lightningbugs #idontreallyhavetimeforthis https://www.instagram.com/p/CQZdSaIlQMX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[enigmew]

what if we were homeless 😳 and we were wandering through the woods 😳 with another homeless bard 😳 and we were all lesbians or nonbinary... just kidding... haha unless

(short little story under the cut!) 

"I want to hear a story!"

"No, no we do not." 

The little serpent looked up at her self-proclaimed big sister of a dynasty dragon and scowled in a blobby, babyish way. "Isn't that what Moonbow is for? Telling stories to people they come across?"

"Enigma, that 'bard' has been yammering all day," Paradox growled. "I've heard enough out of them and I'd love to get some sleep for once."

“D'oh, I agree with the little slug, though, Doxxy!" Paradox shot a glare to the draco laying behind her. "Afterall, what's a bard without a song to sing or a story to tell?" Allison's eyes creased as she smiled a curled grin Paradox's direction. 

Before she could retort, the beast dragon whipped around with their lantern of lightning bugs in tow and they chuckled a hearty laugh. "Now, who am I to refuse a tale for the young'ins, hmm?" Enigma clapped her paws together and Paradox rolled her eyes. "Now, ladies," they said. "Have you ever traveled to a place where space touched our humble plane? Have you ever seen a valley so vast it looks like the planets had crashed into each other? Have you ever--"

"No." Paradox wanted nothing more than to finally put the two loudest mouths in the group to sleep. They knew chances were slim with the bat one but she still had hope for Enigma.

"Shhhh!" the serpent hissed, her brows furrowing at Paradox and blinking wide eyes at Moonbow. 

Moonbow simply chuckled as they leaned down and grinned. "I get possessed with the semantics. My tale is that of a tragedy. A drama. A tale of woe and many debates its truth. But I, oh, I believe it's truer than you or me."

"Imagine a night where all the crops simply withered. Leaving a famine in its wake and the cries of farming families so proud, so nurturing to their crop that the sight of its demise brought them to tears and heartbreak. Imagine a night where the moon was whole and the wolves begin to howl. But as they begin to sing to their allies and enemies, to their families and friends, the echo of their voices never fades, simply screeches in a cacophony of wolf scream until the moon disappears. Imagine a night where you turn in early, watching the sun set slowly behind the hills. But as you settle in for comfort as the darkness pours across Plethora, a shadow cast like a blanket over the planet to put us to sleep, you feel as though you're not alone? Or simply feeling watched?"

Paradox opened her mouth but then the sight of a waving scaly hand appeared in the corner of her eye as Allison attempted to shush her. "Let Moonbow finish, Dox."

The bard's lips smiled and they bared their teeth. "Ladies, I beg the question: Have you ever heard of the Haunted Harvest Moon?"

[its-cozy]

[myquestformeestaceesm]

The Fireflies

All the fireflies are out tonight lighting bugs, or whatever-you’d-call-them the insect-fairies of glowing joy and delight they are like flying amber gems cool to the touch, they flicker and blink their little weird and wonderful posteriors... of these little creatures. Who’d ever think that they’d exist in this world...how peculiar... With the smell of the earth, and green of the grass they take you to another world, that’s magical. To a world of golden orbs and glowing brass a land, whimsical, mysterious... fanciful! In this night so blue and mysterious your eyes reflect their tender flame. Oh Little Girl... so curious. Oh my Sister, you love this game. You run around with your glass jar and lid to trap the fireflies and call’em your own You are annoyed some had stopped flying and hid ‘cause they’re scared at being called “Yours alone...” As your brother, I tell you to take care and not to crush their dainty light. Then at your tight, closed jar, you love to stare. These fireflies are yours for the night... Seven or so inside of your jar, so blue. Their yellow light provides for your mind glimmers of beauty, and so with a smile you swoon and you give it to me and say that it’s mine. But I refuse and I say that they are yours (Oh, the kindness you possess is like God’s) But in the morning we’ll set them back out of doors and back out again to do their jobs... Of lighting this world so very dreary and provide for another little girl a chance--- to see the night all the more clearly and to join in their lightning bug dance. You nod, and put them on your window sill and we release them the very next day You pray for the other children the fireflies will--- ---dance with... And so... They fly away... And out into the Red Woods of Fall and their little black bodies have disappeared My sister is not sad at all then she says to me “I’m glad they were here”

                                                      ---Ava Nerio (ourhedgehogsunitethings)