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what if but bug shaped!!

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What if but bug shaped?

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fuck me they look the same shut up im writing

bugs can have a little hair.

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bugs can have a little hair.

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im not i cant figure out how to draw anyone

u guys ready for a fuckin revamp

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u guys ready for a fuckin revamp

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Chris was writing again.

It was terribly annoying whenever Chris wrote. It was always late at night when Sophie was asleep, which would’ve been fine, if Sophie was actually asleep half the time. And he always hit the keys so hard.

He’d done this just about every night since the two lived in the dorm. Every night and whenever he got free time. Quite frankly, Sophie was a bit sick of having to listen to that awful tapping for hours each night.

What’s a ladybug to do except find out what her idiot insomniac roommate is up to?

So she rolled out of bed, albeit reluctantly, and slumped onto the couch beside said insomniac grasshopper. Chris was sitting cross-legged on it, in the same stupid livid sweater he always wore, hunched over into his laptop screen.

“So,” Sophie started, “What’cha writing, Chris?”

“True crime,” Chris answered, looking up at her, eyes bright despite the hour, “I run a blog and I post a new true crime case to it once a week. This one’s about the Willowville Four, do you know who they are?”

Sophie shook her head.

Chris beamed and leaned back. “Oh, it’s so interesting. So, it happened over in Willowville.”

“Got that much,” Sophie responded, “Branches, or?”

“Willowville Branches, yeah!” Chris responded with a nod.

“Eat the rich.”

“Yes. Anyway, there was a family of five ants who lived in the Willowville Branches, they’re called the Oake- and that’s Oak with an e- Family. Two parents, three kids, right? Dad was Ash Oake, mom was Willow.”

“Oh, awful choice on the parents and also eachother,” Sophie dryly stated, “Your last name’s already Oake, you don’t need more trees.”

“First they had one daughter,” Chris went on, not acknowledging her statement, “Named Birch, and then they had twins, boy and girl, Aspen and Spruce. They had a normal childhood, and Birch had this moth best friend who went by Lilac. Lilac was raised by their mother, who’s name is Georgie. Birch and Lilac were around fifteen, the twins about ten, adults in their forties, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Georgie was hopelessly in love with Ash.”

“Oh, no,” Sophie commented, shifting to put her knees to her chest.

“But!” Chris went on, turning back to his notes, “Ash loved his wife, of course. So, what’s a widow to do but get a knife…”

“Oh, no.”

“Break into the Oake home…”

“Oh, no!”

“And fucking stab Willow Oake to death.”

“Dude….” Sophie whispered.

“I know, right!” Chris exclaimed, flailing his arms excitedly, “Here’s the thing, though! Aspen and Spruce saw Georgie do it!”

“Dude!! She’d better not…”

Chris shook his head, “She did.”

“Dude…” Sophie said softly, voice downcast, “Imagine killing a lady and then killing two of her kids…”

“Awful, awful,” Chris responded, “Ash wasn’t in the house, by the way. He was, uh, at work. Anyway, Aspen and Spruce of course knew who Georgie was and also knew that their mom was dead so, witnesses. Birch, of course, heard her siblings screaming and came downstairs and saw the mother of her best friend driving a knife into her siblings.”

“God…” Sophie sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the space between her eyes.

“And Georgie did this in the kitchen where the phone was. And, because this was the 80s, Birch herself didn’t have one. So, she ran out of the house and headed toward the nearest phonebooth, and Georgie followed.”

“What, and there weren’t any witnesses?” Sophie asked, “I can’t imagine a blood-covered moth running down a street holding a knife is a very normal sight.”

Chris turned to her and smiled mischievously, “She was a cinnabar.”

“What the fuck!” Sophie exclaimed.

Chris laughed, “Right! Anyway, Birch made it to the phonebooth and dialed 911 and told the dispatcher that she just saw her family get killed and the murderer is on her tail.”

“What’d the dispatcher tell her?”

“She told her to get to somewhere more populated and hide, and once she was there, call the police.”

“Did she?”

“Of course,” was all Chris said, eyes gaining a spark of mischief, “But. That was the last sighting of her.”

“Ah, man…” Sophie commented.

Chris nodded, “Going back to Lilac for a sec, they had really bad anxiety and was nervous being home alone. And their mother was gone for about an hour at this point, so they called the police themself to report her missing.”

“I bet they were pissed when they found out what their mother was up to,” Sophie responded angrily.

“Mhm! Before police could make it though, they got a call from a private number who informed them of a cinnabar moth who had weird, dripping red spots wrapping something into a leaf. They also noted they saw something shiny beside them, and thought it was a knife. Of course, Lilac reported their mom as a cinnabar moth, so they wrote that down as a possible tip. They also tried to call Birch, because they knew their mom was going over there, but the phone never got picked up.”

“I imagine that made them freak out more,” Sophie commented.

“Right,” Chris said with a nod, “And Birch always answered the phone, she was on it. So they told the police that and, because the Oakes were rich, some officers went right over. The door was unlocked, but because they needed consent, they called Ash. He was worried and let them in, and started to come home.”

“And in the home they saw an adult dead body and two kid dead bodies, god…” Sophie added, more to herself than Chris.

“That’s right. So they filed two missing persons reports- one for Georgie and one for Birch- and one search for a serial killer. They told Ash his family was dead and he, of course, was devastated. Then they connected the cinnabar moth to the murders and started investigating.”

“How bad was it?” Sophie asked, “Like, just a stab or two?”

“Oh, they looked like they got mauled by a dog.”

“God…” Sophie sighed, “Imagine killing a mother and two children and attacking them so brutally it looked like a dog did it…”

“Awful…” Chris whispered, “The good news is, Georgie did come home and Lilac was very happy to have her back. The bad news is Georgie was very focused on comforting Ash through all this and Ash was having none of it… Then guess what.”

“Huh?”

“Georgie mentioned that Aspen was wearing a white shirt with a heart stitching in the front, and was sad she got killed in it, because it was her favorite.”

“Okay?”

“...Aspen was mauled so badly it was stained red and no one could make out the heart.”

Sophie blinked and stiffened, staring wide-eyed at him. “...holy shit.”

Chris smiled and nodded, “So, Ash turned her in, and, under pressure, she confessed to killing Willow, Aspen and Spruce… she also confessed to killing Birch.”

“Dude!!” Sophie exclaimed, sadly.

“Little did they know, a restaurant in Willowville Roots reported a stuffed leaf on their roof and didn’t unwrap it. Police came by and, inside it, was the body of Birch… guess what her autopsy said.”

“What?”

“Her cause of death was a broken neck and suffocation. Georgie stabbed her, wrapped her up and threw her off the branches. She was still alive until she hit anything.”

Sophie sighed and shook her head.

Chris nodded and only spoke again after several seconds. “Georgie got tried for the murders and Ash sued for emotional damages and she got a life sentence without a chance of parole… oh, and this is gonna make you real angry.”

“I don’t think I can get more upset.”

“She hung herself within the first week.”

Sophie shot her legs out and angrily slapped her thighs. “Fucking don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, bitch!!”

Chris laughed quietly at her outburst. “There is a happy ending, though.”

“Please.”

“Ash ended up adopting Lilac.”

Sophie smiled softly and patted her chest. “Good. You know,” she went on after a moment, moving her hand back down, “She kinda reminds me of the Cream Killer.”

Chris made a sound and gave his arms one good movement, “You’re right! I need to do her.”

“I don’t know if you’d have much, still don’t have her name.”

Chris hummed thoughtfully.

The Cream Killer was a moth who lived in Daffodilville, south of Barbelville where Chris and Sophie lived. She killed butterflies exclusively- thus cream killer- mostly women, though she had a good list of children and men too. She had at least thirty victims, and she was only caught roughly eight years ago.

Chris huffed, “I still remember when they caught her. My mom came in, switched off my cartoons and then threw me out of the room.”

Sophie laughed, “I saw it. It was wild,” she then huffed and stood up. “Can you try and type a bit quieter, I really want to sleep. Your major might have to do with crime, but mine doesn’t.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m doing this for my major,” Chris responded with a light laugh, “But okay, I’ll try, I’m sorry.”

Sophie yawned, “Keep up the good work.”

Chris smiled to himself, “Thanks, Soph…”

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map draft (it’s just my grandma’s house)

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ive had this gal in my head for a while

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some info on bees and wasps 

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anyway i was thinkin about how ladybugs and beetles and such can have clothes and also fly, what with their elytras, and i. i think it’s akin to how normal shirts work, however they have a protective layer and cant exactly bend them, so im thinking more of that button/zipper thing but with a more open back? it still goes up to the base of the wings but its more stretchy? idk if that makes since.

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if grays a mosquito where's his succ?

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how do wings work?

clothe holes & zippers/buttons

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how do wings work?

clothe holes & zippers/buttons

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she’s Vince’s assistant and Sophie’s got a huge crush on her

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antennae agency should be a comic but h