#super tiny

[fxrestfxiiry]

Check out this tiny slug I found on my daughter Easter eggs this morning 4/2026

[shilohsylvanian]

I go to H Mart occasionally (Asian supermarket) that's over an hour away and I always think "this would be a great place for critter stuff...but have never found any in the last couple years I've been going.

But this past weekend!!! There it was!! In the candy aisle "sylvanian families gum" 😅😅😅 upon closer look it definitely looked like the gachapon mini sets but it was labeled as gum? I was confused but threw two in my cart since they had two different numbers on them. Closer inspection reveals there are 4 sets for this particular series. You get a mini set with figure and a piece of square bubble gum! Luckily the two they had were sets that I also had in normal size 💕💕💕

[jenfoundabug]

Springtails are so cute <3

Assorted unidentified species in family Entomobryidae (slender springtails) found under a bag of wood pellets.

Northern California

[coglionapocoetero]

This Joonas likes this kind of shoes

[imconfusedallthetimehelp]

Hey Buddy

[caggianopottery]

Oh they are SLEEEEPIN.

[ladyem-s-grimoire]

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[overlord-off-record]

I felt like writing some more Unreliable Narrators before plunging back into the suffering that is pre-canon Paris.

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Tarvek dropped into the chair beside Agatha and he frowned at the tabletop. He should tell her. He needed to tell her. Withholding the truth from her was the only sure way to lose her.

The door opened, and the first trappings of breakfast arrived. The words dried up in his throat. Ah, yes, old habits from his school days in Paris. In this case, however, his silence would harm Gil instead of shielding him. Tarvek pounced upon the coffee tray, and he steeled himself for the most awkward conversation of his life.

"Ah, Agatha?"

Blithely unaware of his discomfort, she reached for the juice. "Yes?"

Tarvek decided to get it out at once, quickly, like lancing a wound. "IloveGiltoo," he blurted. It hurt, giving the words voice. It felt as though he had ripped out a chunk of his heart and thrown it onto the table. When Agatha only arched a brow at him, he drew a shuddering breath, and he repeated, just above a whisper, "I love Gil, too."

"Well, of course you do." Agatha returned her attention to the juice carafe.

Tarvek gawked at her. "Now wait a minute!" he objected, irritation trampling the suffocating terror he had fought against mere moments earlier. He had just told his deepest, most cherished secret, and Agatha refused to indulge, nor even acknowledge, his internal strife. "What do you mean, of course?"

"The two of you weren't exactly making a secret of your feelings toward each other in Mechanicsburg." Agatha pursed her lips and flicked her fingernails against the sides of her glass. "But I wasn't really sure until after I'd fought with him on the roof."

"Ah." Tarvek looked down at the tabletop. He remembered the pain of that moment, the crushing despair, the realization that someone had done something unforgivable to Gil. Gil, his friend. Gil, his first love. Gil, the man who had helped him to become the sort of person Agatha might keep by her side.

Agatha's hand closed over his. "It's okay," she said. "We'll fix him."

Tarvek met her earnest gaze. She exuded warmth and compassion, with an undercurrent of fiery vengeance, and Tarvek felt himself sinking in the weight of her stare, drowning, adoring her with every faltering breath. "Agatha, I…" Kind of might have gotten betrothed to Gil because we're both too stupid to flinch when charging toward each other. Tarvek glanced down at their joined hands, and he drew breath to try again.

The door opened once more, and waitstaff streamed in bearing trays of foodstuffs, some delicious and some decidedly suspect. Tarvek withdrew to sulk over his coffee.

Later, he promised himself. He would tell her later.