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kitsunetsuki · 11 months
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Natural Wonder "Soft Blush" Ad (19 Magazine 1973)
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docileeffects · 1 month
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herbalnature · 2 months
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This serene image captures a majestic waterfall cascading down a sheer cliff face into a tranquil fjord in Norway. The surrounding landscape is lush with greenery, and the distant snow-capped mountains add to the breathtaking beauty of this natural wonder. Credit: /u/ChrisThompsonTLDR
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glamboyl · 3 months
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Cougar or Mountain Lion Treed by Alan Root.
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vox-anglosphere · 9 months
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At 5000 yrs, the Fortingall Yew Tree is the planet's oldest living thing.
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clancymatthiesen3 · 4 months
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Beneath a sky smeared with the deep purples and reds of dusk, the earth unabashedly reveals its fiery heart. The molten lava flows like a network of glowing veins, carving pathways through the charred and blackened terrain. The land is alight with the dance of destruction and creation; a primordial force undaunted by the encroaching cloak of twilight. Jagged silhouettes of the hardened rock formations stand in stark contrast against the incandescent liquid, fragments of daylight captured in the heat of the lava's embrace.
Reflections in the small rivulets of cooled, but still warm vastness, flirt with the idea of a bleak inferno, a deceptive stillness hovering above the chaos. The raw power of nature's furnace is both terrifying and beautiful, an artist painting the beginnings of new worlds with strokes of flame and ash.
What primal event birthed this fiery spectacle? How might the landscape be transformed once the rivers of flame solidify into new formations? What creatures have fled this eruption, and which might be waiting to claim the freshly scorched earth as home? In the face of such overwhelming natural power, what does it remind us about our own transience on this ever-changing planet?
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concretenfells · 1 year
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Grand Teton National Park
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aud-chron-images · 10 months
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kkdas · 4 months
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Amazing photo of a mountain lion.
Photographer: @jhibbertphotography
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bluejaig · 17 days
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Solar Eclipse
by Tori Wyatt
I’m in the wrong place to get to see the solar eclipse today but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it anyway! I love astronomical wonders and this is my representation of the Diamond Ring phase.
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merryfortune · 3 months
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natural wonder
Prompt: Man Made Technology | Natural Wonder
Title: natural wonder
Ship: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains 
Word Count: 1,457
Rating: T
Tags: Alternate Universe - Bunnyverse, Pre-Canon, Bittersweet, Affection, Flirting
   As Ryoken removed the head apparatus, his hair bounced with the movement as straps came undone. He sighed contentedly and smacked his lips together.
   Not all missions were going to be that mundane and easy so he enjoyed the novelty whilst it lasted.
   Ryoken turned his head to check on his companion from across the room. Spectre wasn't quite as happy-go-lucky returning from the Link VRAINS as Ryoken was as there was a crease of discontentment diagonal through his brow. He undid the goggles which were nowhere near as high tech as the machine - with all its gizmo's and gadgets and high end luxury - that Ryoken lounged in. It simply was not made for folk like Spectre in mind.
   “So,” Ryoken said, perhaps louder than he needed to be to get Spectre’s attention, “what do you think of the Link VRAINS?”
   “I can understand the hype.” Spectre said, deliberately in an understatement.
   After all, Ryoken had seen with his own two eyes the pure, elevated Wonder that Spectre had enjoyed mere moments ago. The vast expanse of territory and variety of domains, the way his monsters came to life as they were played, the hacked hidey-hole which would become the Knights of Hanoi's base, and yes, of course, the avatar creation menu. Speaking of…
   “I couldn't help but notice that your avatar… it is quite impractical. Wish fulfilment, yes, but aren't you worried that it lacks the ability to conceal your identity?” Ryoken said.
   “Only time will tell, I might actually look like that in several years’ time.” Spectre said.
   Ryoken laughed a barky laugh, “Several?” he echoed, sceptical.
   “Yes, several. I added five years.” Spectre defended himself with a frown.
   “Looks like at least ten to me.” Ryoken teased him.
   “Well, it gets the point across.” Spectre huffed.
   Ryoken smiled and eased up on ribbing his second-in-command. Though, it still felt weird to regard Spectre as such. It had been mere months ago when they had been just friends. But a major reshuffle of organisation and secrets had led to this. It left a bittersweet taste in Ryoken’s mouth but he hoped all would go well when he cornered the Ignis and obliterated them. Then, afterwards, everything would be normal. But for now. He worried about things like secret identities and if he could wield the power that he had inherited.
   Ryoken dislodged himself from the comfortable recline of where he had laid to enter the Link VRAINS. Spectre did the same. He set aside the pair of goggles and got up to stretch, though he had been sitting down normally on the sofa, it was a lot like sleeping upright and so, dulled his senses.
   It was here that more than an age difference of wish fulfilment became apparent between Spectre’s flesh and blood self and his digital self. He always looked so incidentally cute when he stretched, his shirt reached up and his fingers curled in and his long, rabbit ears bobbed up and down. With enough thought, Spectre could move them the same as any other appendage but not right now.
   Aside from looking like a bizarro mirror of five (or ten) years later, his Link VRAINS avatar removed Spectre’s bunny traits. It was weird to see a portrait of him as a stereotypical human, Ryoken thought but he could see why Spectre had elected to remove such highly identifiable traits from his avatar.
   Truly it was a shame. Albeit an understandable one. Rabbits were not known for their ability to intimidate, after all. But it was still a shame to Ryoken who thought Spectre’s rare genetics made him even more unique. Though they were an unwanted spectacle. 
   The Rabbit Condition was exceedingly rare: a natural wonder which was an unerring peculiarity it was bizarre to exist at all let alone. 
   It was a genetic trait found in all humans’ DNA but the chance of it occurring to affect was a less than one percent chance. Redheads and people with green eyes far outnumbered those with the Rabbit condition. They didn't have any associated health conditions and was just a benign variation of how people could look but tradition and superstition would disagree. Those with the Rabbit Condition were predisposed to bad luck and misfortune, or so stories went.
  Thus, Spectre was blisteringly certain that his cotton ball tail and grey rabbit ears were contributing factors as to why he was abandoned. He couldn’t think of any other reason as he was male and otherwise healthy. 
   They were also definitely among the reasons why he had been bullied at the orphanage, too. Kids didn't take kindly to outliers and especially ones with extra needs as Spectre’s clothes did have to be tailored special to him. He was pampered in that regard yet it was a dual punishment as it made him hyper aware that he was a tall poppy, rarely dealt hand-me-downs and taken on expeditions to have his tail accounted for in pants and underwear. Not to mention the “vet” visits as he called them.
   Even now, in the lap of luxury, Spectre was still not in a world which catered to him. Ryoken got the latest and greatest of technology and Spectre had to make do with extra tight goggles so he could sit on the lounge with a gap between the cushions and backing. It was uncomfortable to cramp his tail, after all. It was such a small yet painful thing.
   He never complained, of course. He had a chip on his shoulder about being weak. A trait exacerbated by his bunny rabbit traits but despite Spectre’s best efforts to cover his tracks, Ryoken found Spectre pitiable all the same for being so unexpectedly and excessively cute. It was a cause of ire and concern and yet…
   Ryoken couldn’t help himself.
   “What are you doing, sir?” Spectre asked through gritted teeth, annoyed but keeping himself tempered.
   “Petting you.” Ryoken replied and with a wink in his voice, he chuckled a small chuckle. “It's weird to hear you call me “sir”. No more Ryo-chan and Spe-chan, no…” His melancholy was lowkey and covered by a mask of mirth.
  “No more Ryo-chan and Spe-chan…” Spectre agreed in lamentation.
   Ryoken half-smiled as he looked up and admired Spectre’s rabbit ears. The patch of skin to the side of his head, so inconspicuous of what he lacked and the absurdity of what he did have. It was velvet soft and warm beneath Ryoken’s fingertips. 
   Spectre’s lips were a mangled smile. He didn’t want to but he enjoyed Ryoken’s touch despite being abrasive. He suppressed a chitter as Ryoken’s hand groped him so kindly.
   Meanwhile, in his mind, Ryoken couldn’t help but compare the flesh and blood to the human made of pixels. They were the same person, the same Spectre but the difference was immense.
   “Despite my previous comments,” Ryoken said, “I do like your avatar. It's handsome in its own ways…”
   Spectre laughed, insulted. “Well, I think your avatar is handsome, too, in his own, terrifying and striking way.” 
   “Good.” Ryoken said and he removed his hand.
   Spectre hated having his rabbit ears touched and fondled. By doctors and nurses especially. Anyone and everyone except Ryoken. He maintained a faux glare and Ryoken could see through the friction to realise that Spectre inhaled slightly: an unspoken wish for Ryoken not to stop.
   “It is a good idea though,” Ryoken said, “to at least conceal what is probably the most eye-catching element of your real life appearance.”
   “Yes, I think so, too.” Spectre agreed and maybe it was because he pined to be touched with love and affection just that little bit more, his eyes naturally fell to Ryoken’s hands. 
   Specifically to that odd triangle on the skin between the base of his thumb the knuckle of his index finger. It was too small to be the most eye-catching thing and yet… Spectre was reminded of a small detail.
   His avatar - Revolver - wore gloves. Spectre’s ear twitched as he made that connection which very well may not have been there at all. His face began to mire in these deep thoughts. Ryoken sighed, causing them to prick and bounce involuntarily. 
   “Let’s dismiss ourselves, yeah?” Ryoken suggested, upbeat. “It's almost dinner time.”
   Spectre bowed his head, he liked the sound of that. Ryoken smiled, even though it was he who had prevented them from leaving this room at all as he had gotten caught up in dissecting the flight of fancy which was the hidden desires buried in the selections they had made for their avatars. But at least, over the dinner table, to their former carers and current lieutenants, they could share that their first expedition to the Link VRAINS had been a success.
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jakemyboy · 22 days
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Picture of Lake Tahoe from the Heavenly Webcam this morning 04/02/24. Can I just win the lottery and buy a house up there, please....🤞
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docileeffects · 2 years
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herbalnature · 1 month
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As the sun dips low, it kisses Devil's Tower with a warm, fiery glow. The tranquil scene is framed by a brushstroke sky and a blanket of frost-kissed foliage.
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glamboyl · 8 months
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Livid Lava Run shot by Bruce Omori.
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vox-anglosphere · 11 months
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Scotland's whirlpool at Corryvreckan is the third largest in the world
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