#🦇 slug

[the-bastards]

。 The Bastards 🎶

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❦ 🎸 coll names: Izaac, Antag, Atticus, Damien

❦ 🎸 prns: they/he/h&m/it/mirror

❦ 🎸 origin/type: traumagenic, mediple

☽ ┅⚘┅🖤┅⚘┅ ☾

。 Freq front 🎶

∙ ⌜🔭 ⍀ Lycus ⌿ he/she/they⌝

∙ ⌜🧪 ⍀ Levi ⌿ he/shx/it⌝

∙ ⌜🦴 ⍀ Boris ⌿ they/him ⌝

。 ETC! 🎶

❦ ⚰️ · Autism, ADHD, BPD, NPD, schizophrenia spectrum

❦ ⚰️ · DID/OSDD, PTSD, social anxiety, MDD

❦ ⚰️ · Scoliosis, high blood pressure, heart problems, respiratory issues, chronic pain, bodily twitching

❦ ⚰️ · Hyperrose

❦ ⚰️ · Infrequent switches

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OUR SYSBLR BLOG — TAGS

🪽 Adrik

🥽 Al

⤷ German speaker, auxiliary protector

♠️ Asher

🦴 Boris

⤷ tertiary host, anxiety holder, traumatic-incident memory holder, doggy, little ball of fear

🌹 Cassius

⤷ internal therapist, socializer, motivation holder, caregiver

🌺 Chassy/Lotus

🌶️ Cyrus

⤷ hypersexuality holder, sexual trauma memory holder, cvnt server

🧶 Elani/Alanis

🕳️ Faker

⤷ impersonator

🌀 Genesis/Emily

⤷ Persecutor, degrader

⚰️ Grimson/Wally

⤷ mortician, grief holder

👁️‍🗨️ Jack

🔭 Lycus

⤷ host, avenger, anger holder, decision helper, disputer

🔦 Xavier/Michael

⤷ emotional enhancer, distortionist, memory handler

🩸 Nils

🩷 Pixel/Chloe

🧪 Scrappy/Levi

⤷ co-host, delusion/guilt/apathy/addiction holder, caregoverner, slasher, talator

🎀 Sparrow/Felix

⤷ taskdoer, chore manager

🔪 William

🌿 Wrenn

⤷ gatekeeper, archivist, manager

🎭 Indecisive

⤷ confuser

🌾 Terry

⤷ serene, bravery holder

💉 Edward

🪡 Zephyr

⤷ confidence holder, artisan

🦇 Slug

🃏 Smiley

👁️ Collective

[batqueers]

fucking insane offthe wall ben in the theatre behind char and nick

[batnoise]

[🦇 / january 2024 ] colored sketch for @vespidazed ! 🧡

[ID: a digital drawing with sketchy linework of a catlike creature with a slug-like sheen and big tail, various oranges in color, with darker arms and legs and lighter hair. their eyes are solid white. they float with their legs up doing finger guns against a background of cool greys, winking with one eye. /end ID]

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Trick or Treat!! 🎃🦇

Here's a black slug (Arion ater)!

[fallenclan]

for fernpaw: what is your favourite type of slug??

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queue 30 minutes of infodumping about slugs <3

[cosmicwolf978]

once i learned he sleeps upside down it was all over for me lmao

🦇vampire john+au by @slugs-at-midnight !🦇

[batnip]

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---------------------------- ☆ WHAT IS PLUTO? || pluto is a rain world ship i created involving unparalleled innocence and looks to the moon as a pairing. i call myself a "ceo" of it because i couldn't find existing content of the two together.

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[winterweary]

Mammon + 🍓🦇 MC?

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, babe, it’s pretty n’ all but what are we waitin’ for…?”

“Shh, be patient! You’ll see.”

You grin at the face Mammon makes, ‘Be Patient’ one of his least favorite phrases, right after ‘Compounding Interest’ and ‘Stay’. The two of you are seated on a grassy hillside in the human world, looking out over a small park through which a rugged river was slugging through.

“I want to bring somewhere special,” you had told him, “Somewhere I used to go when I was a kid.” Mammon of course was happy for any excuse to get you all to himself, and chance to go off on a proper date with you sealed the deal. He’d been buzzing all day, trying to guess where and what this special thing was as you’d biked through town, ate a lazy lunch and just did…normal date stuff. It was almost breathtaking how comforting it was, to get him alone and just be a couple like any other for a day.

“Ooooh, do we get to eat those now?” Mammon lit up as you pulled out the strawberries you had picked out at a farmer’s market with him.

“Mammon, I saw you sneak at least three before we even got here.”

“Whaaaat? Me? Nah, must be some other Mammon you’re thinkin’ of…”  You rolled your eyes playfully, and he grinned, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into his side. Lifting a strawberry to his lips, you watched him nip it from your fingers then picked up another for yourself. They were delicious, both sweet and tart, right at the end of their growing season and warm from baking in the sun all day.

“Mmm, not bad,” Mammon hums, nuzzling even closer to you, “Reminds me of somethin’ else sweet I like…”

“Not now!” you laugh again, shoving Mammon away as he fought you cover your neck with messy kisses, “Mammon! We’re gonna miss it! Look…”

With a dramatic, beleaguered sigh, Mammon lifted his head and loosened his grasp on you, following your indication to note that the park had begun to fill with other onlookers. The spot you’d brought him to, however, remained rather private, the secret location well-kept in your family.

“Everyone’s here to watch the sunset?” Mammon asked curiously, noticing now that the sky had begun to burn with oranges and golds.

“No – oh! Look! There was one!” you gasped, grabbing his knee and pointing again. There, from a crooked point in the riverbed, a single black shape came tumbling up into the air. Mammon leaned forward curiously, squinting to try and mark what it was.

Then, with a cheer from the gathered crowd, there was a rush. Spilling into the sky, tumbling together as one and many, bats gushed from their cave. Their chirps filled the air, the sheer volume never failing to surprise, and for a moment the sunset was obscured by their dance. Mammon, squeezed at your arm, and you tore your gaze away to take in his look of awe (with a hint of nervousness). It reminded you of the first time your mother had brought you here, when you were small enough still to be carried. How magical it had seemed, watching these creatures tumbling and twisting, a throng never crashing into one another or falling to the earth.

The moment stretched on, the movements hypnotizing. Then there was a softening, almost like an exhale, and the bats dispersed into the night. You and Mammon continued to watch silently, until the sky had darkened to blue twilight and you could no longer pick out any bats in the sky. Only then did Mammon move to pick up a strawberry and bring it to your mouth, waiting for you to bite the sweet fruit before dipping his head for a long kiss.

“Worth it?” you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he set the berries aside and dipped you down over the grass.

“With you? Always.”

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Send me an Obey Me Character and an Emoji (or two) and I'll write a ficlet or HC post for them.

[le-poofe]

Melo! 🐌🦇

🐌 Do they carry their home with them or is it a place?

How appropriate hehe. Melo’s home is a place! He lives in a coastal region that has a marsh further inland, and many islands within sailing distance! Reading this with slugs and snails in mind- he had a shell until he was an adolescent. Most kids shed theirs at that age!

🦇 Biggest material fear (ie heights, bugs etc)

Oohhh good one. This is one I haven’t thought much into yet! My instinct is to give him a fear of something that would be super ironic for him to be scared of in terms of where his story will take him. Top things in that regard would include fear of the dark, fear of storms, and fear of large objects. Subject to change, but for now I’m thinkin’ any of those!

[slutforvampsandfangs]

HI you can call me Batty! In case you didn’t get the memo, I’m a slug for vampires! I feel like Vampires, mainly the original Dracula, don’t get enough love, and we can’t have that now can we? So this blog is dedicated to appropriating our fanged love ones!!!!! I’ll constantly reblog stuff I find vampy and make my own posts! Feel free to ask or show me anything vampire themed!!!! Remember you’re FANGTASTIC my little Bats!!! (Anyone get the reference?)

Also--im writing a vampire version of Alice in Wonderland called Whispers of Wonderland: A tale of Vampires incase anyone wants to hear about that :) 🦇

[just-somedude]

More fun facts for you!

Crocodiles can't stick out their tongue. 🐊

Slugs have 4 noses.

Bats are the only mammals that fly. 🦇

Starfish do not have a brain.

Hummingbirds are the only birds that can fly backwards.

✨

I love random facts so thank you lol, also:

Male seahorses are the ones that carry the babies

[nerdyratz]

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Mk / Ethan / Peter / Richie / Melody / ford / Stan / kat / berri / meows / Peggy / Julie

╰┈➤ moots !! tag anything w/ the contents of: cheating karen chasity, cheating mark chasity, homophobic chasities, hazbin hotel, fnaf, fnia, linda x nibbly, chasities x LiBs, sandy x pigsy, sandy x tang, sun wukong x macaque/shadowpeach with:: #peteys blocked view

ali tag🕸, Adam tag🧸, Charlie tag🍂, Elliot tag🍄, Wiggle tag🪡, clowny tag🎪, Rags tag🦇, cosma tag💫, Lunar tag🪐, ray tag⚡️, toasty tag🍓, Venus tag🩹, slug tag🍪, ash tag🍬, Logan tag🍁, pixel tag💿, Finn tag🪲, pastrii tag🥧, glory tag🧋, Thomas tag👑, Richie tag🎤, doc tag🐍, Theo tag😼, Sundew tag🎭, kitty tag🐈 (ask if u wanna be added or removed)

Anon tags: ​anon tag❔(general anon tag)

If you need to vent, come ask me in dms and I’ll listen <3 (most likely, if I’m not necessarily feeling good that day I will deny, but give suggestions on feeling better if u want)

Pro/comshippers & ppl who demonize disorders & ppl who demonize religion dni.

[t3nets]

*    ❪    🦇     ❫    : 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆   𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲   𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀   𝗮𝗻𝗱   𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁   𝘄𝗮𝘀   𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁   𝗶𝘁.   𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵   𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁   with   the   notion;   the   ability   to  financially   rely   on   others   just   by   the   mere   fact   that   they   had   to,   if   they   wanted   a   roof   over   their   head.   an   advantage   that   he   takes   with   a   monthly   pleasure.   but.   each of them   had   dug   their   way   here,   underneath   his   skin.   a   glowing   ember   within   the   coal   mines   of   someone   who   had   put   that   fire   out   a   long   time   ago.   tired,   strung   out,   muscles   aching   with   every   passing   breath.   ready   to   retire   at   an   early   age,   life   insurance comp   for   anyone   who   needed   it.   disappointed   in   absolutely   fuck   all   he   had   to   offer,   at   absolutely nothing   he   would   leave   behind.   this   was   his  sole  concern.   surviving   day   by   day.   there   was   no   reason   to   feel   antsy   about   something   that   nipped   at   his   heels   as   he   slept,   as   he   woke,   as   he   left   a   slug   trail   behind   him.  death was a promise mere inches from finch kiskova's reach.  the   apparition   of   elyse   isn't   enough   to   alarm him,   choosing   to   lay   there   with   the   high   that   envelopes   his   mind   like   a   warm   gauze   tucked   into   the   ridges   of   his   brain.   luckily   for   them   it   meant   he   was   in   a   good   mood,   good enough   to   entertain   their   query.     ❛ nope. ❜   he   answers,   plain   and   simple.   as   if   expecting   her   to   ask   that   very   same   question all along.    ❛ i   think   whatever   happens   is   what   you   deserve. ❜    which   only   pertained   to   adults,   of   course.   even   finch   believed   that   children   and   animals   should   be   kept   off   limits.    ❛ especially   that   old   fuck   at   redstone   who   wouldn't   let   me   get   my   FUCKING   COAT !    zmorshkuvata   pyzda. ❜    a   yell   at   no   one   in   particular,   as   if   the   individual   in question   would   hear   him   from   there.   redstone, the   same   establishment   that   offered   him   warmth,   a   shelter   from   redcreek's   paranormal   bullshit.   the  cocktail of opioids   seep   into   his   bones   like   a   heavy   weighted   blanket,   goose   flesh   rising  along his bare arms  in   the   body's   automatic   response   to   its   biology.   ❛   let   me   guess.   something   happened   and   you're   on   the   hunt   for   an   excuse  so   you   can   feel   good   about   being   a   loser.   is   that   it ? ❜   free   of   any   true   malice   in   his   voice.   instead,   a   matter   of   fact   air   that   continues   to   exist   even   when   he's   inevitably,   completely   fucking   wrong.   

to  elyse,  stranger  danger  was  nothing  more  than  a  tactical  method,  one  whose  purpose  was  to  suppress  and  illicit  that  specific  fear  of  the  outside  that  kept  kids  at  the  compound  in  line.  to  them,  now,  was  a  whole  world  was  out  there  for  exploration.  danger  was  the  cliff  one  must  leap  from  to  cross  over  to  the  side  of  connection  —  it  was  necessary  for  all  things  real,  all  things  human.  it  was  why  she  sat  here  now,  intentionally  occupying  a  seat  directly  beside  a  face  only  obscured  by  the  shade  of  night,  attuning  their  ears  to  the  ringing  of  crickets  and  splashes  of  freshwater  fish.  the  more  self-doubting  parts  of  elyse  hoped  that  her  fidgeting  and  lack  of  words  wouldn't  be  mistaken  for  meekness.  instead,  she  remained,  silence  interjected  with  momentary  glances  over  at  the  other,  some  that  lingered  while  others  did  not,  hoping  to  not  startle  them.  “  do  you  —  ”  they  began,  voice  adding  to  the  subdued  chorus  of  nighttime  noises.  “  do  you  think  people  can  -  can  be  cursed  ?  ”   

LOCATION — deer lake, sat around one of the crackling firepits

TIME — early nighttime

CURRENTLY — accepting replies !

[metabolic-riffs]

2022 Music

Music released in 2022 I liked. In no particular order. Grouped by the vibe.

🎷👹 SOUL GLO - Diaspora Problems black midi - Hellfire Mamaleek - Diner Coffee Ashenspire - Hostile Architecture

💀⚡ Triac - Pure Joy - Numb Grief-stricken Animals Effluence/Blowtorch Split FLUIDS - Until It Shines Vermin Womb - Retaliation

⚰️🦇 Cloud Rat - Do Not Let Me Off The Cliff (Deluxe Edition) Mizmor & Thou - Myopia Heavy Baby Sea Slugs - The Decline And Fall of Everything Boris - Fade

🔥✊🏽 Earl Sweatshirt - SICK! Linqua Franqa - Bellringer Tobe Nwigwe - moMINTs Ghais Guevara - There Will Be No Super-Slave

❤️✨ FKA twigs - CAPRISONGS Sudan Archives - Natural Brown Prom Queen Silvana Estrada - Marchitas Charli XCX - CRASH

🎊2023 New Year Bangers🎉 CRAWL - Damned Barricade - Apocalyptic Joyride Trucido/Deterioration Split Emancipator - The Highest Stage

[potekosblog]

yokovina 🐟🦇 (yoko x Divina) hc cuz the actress confirms it

Yoko gives a head noggin but its affectionately 

Divina: "your so annoying" /pos 

Divina is the jealous one in the relationship

Divina has multiple annoying pets names (yolks, sea urchins, sea slug, baby fangs) 

Yoko is the "sup baby girl" lesbian

Sky and sea, fangs and gills, moon and sea dynamic!

 A lot of foreheads kisses ( ˘ ³˘)

 A lot of hair playing

 Yoko cries blood tears (vampire lore) and Yoko finds it annoying cuz it freaks people out but Divina loves them

Yoko and Divina have been together for centuries 

Yoko has memorized Divina's blood type and smell (vampire love language)

[stevesbipanic]

Participated in my first gift exchange this year for Halloween. I hope @artbyjanehardt enjoys their gift, and thank you @averyfruityhalloween for organising this!

Without further ado here's my fic gift.

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Halloween had been weird for most people in the party since 1984. Halloween doesn't seem out of the ordinary when you see monsters in your dreams every night.

For Steve he'd grown past most of his broken heart since that Halloween. Bullshit would still make him flinch but lots of things made him flinch these days. As Halloween grew closer his dreams became focused on the demodogs. Sometimes he was too late to save the kids, sometimes he died himself. He didn't know if he'd do Halloween this year, he's not much for parties these days.

Eddie Munson loved Halloween. Scary movies, dressing up, being altogether a weirdo all for one night, perfection in Eddie's eyes. So of course he was going to have a Halloween party with all of his newfound friends. He asked Steve if he could use his house and suprisingly he said yes, although Steve was saying yes to a lot of things from Eddie nowadays.

Jonathan and Argyle were easy to ask, both of the boys had become close with Eddie with their shared interest of getting high and watching dumb horror movies.

Nancy was a bit hesitant, Eddie new Halloween brought up some bad memories with her and Steve, as did any party at the Harrington house. He promised her no funny business around the pool and that he'd help her find a source for her latest story on the river dumping.

Steve asked Robin for him. She asked Steve a hundred times if he was sure he wanted the party and not just doing it because Eddie pulled soft doe eyes on him. Steve assured her that no, maybe he just wanted to make some good Halloween memories again.

The band was easiest, with no fear of real monsters and the added bonus of being the cool people at a Harrington party for once, they were in.

The kids were the hardest to convince, which Eddie had not expected. He knew Will loved dressing up and he'd seen a photo of the boys as the ghostbusters up on Joyce's wall. He knew Red had a Mike Myers mask. He knew Eleven loved holidays and Erica loved candy. So what was the issue?

What Eddie didn't know was that Dustin had a panic attack once because he thought a raccoon was Dart. He didn't know that the Mike Myers mask used to belong to Billy. He didn't know that Mike is terrified of dogs after 1984. Didn't know Will dreams of throwing up slugs and hospital rooms. He doesn't know Lucas hasn't watched Ghostbusters since then. Doesn't know that Erica regrets not listening to the Code Red. He doesn't know El hugs her dad extra tight on Halloween.

But slowly they tell Eddie. They tell him about 1984, he knew about the dogs briefly from Steve, but getting anything out of Steve is hard without triggering a panic attack.

Eddie comes up with a plan to make Halloween good for the kids again.

He spends hours locked away in his room getting it all ready for them, until the day before Halloween when they have a party only Hellfire night.

"I have a suprise for all of you, go set up at the table and close your eyes, I'll be right back."

The kids gathered around the table and when Eddie returned he carefully placed the bunches in front of each of them.

"Ok open your eyes."

It took the kids a moment to figure out what was in front of them. Dustin figured it out first.

"Wait are these costumes...of our characters?"

"Yeah, I thought you guys could go as your party for Halloween."

"Edward Munson you are a damn genius."

"Erica! I'll tell mom you said damn, but yes thank you Eddie this is amazing!"

"You're welcome Sinclairs."

The kids played all night decked out in their costumes and Eddie promised he'd pick them up for the party tomorrow so they could suprise Steve.

"Thanks for not making me a new costume, Eddie."

"You're welcome Baby Byers, I know ya mom made yours, besides, thought you deserved a cool spell book to go with it."

The following night Eddie brought the gaggle of children to Steve's house. They all tumbled out of his van eager to show Steve their costumes.

Later when the party had died down, the kids set up in the living room, the adults either home or upstairs in the guest rooms, Steve and Eddie shared a joint outside.

"Thank you for today, Eds. I know the kids really enjoyed it, none of us really did anything last year, so just, thank you."

"Anytime, sweetheart. Plus I got to see you in your Scoops uniform, those shorts were all the payment I needed."

"Shut up, Buckley was just really good at scissors paper rock, I swear she reads my mind."

"You pick paper like 90% of the time, baby."

"Yeah I should work on that."

Steve learnt over and kissed Eddie's cheek.

"Happy Halloween, Eds."

"Happy Halloween, Stevie."

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And Happy Halloween to all of you!