#bug dad

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

Gay dad's<3

(Love em)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Little Devils meet Little Angels

Sparda

You have a thing for bugs, dilf's in monocles or maybe you just really want to bang dead beat dad's.

First Date:

Sparda has long been rumored dead so it's surprising when you find him all the way in Paradiso. Unfortunately for you he isn't interested since he left Eva for Balder of the Bayonetta universe and now helps care for his adopted daughter Ceraza. Turns out it's much easier to take care of a child locked in a cell then two twin demons who have a penchant for stabbing each other.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I drew this back in high school, I think... I wasn't very good at anatomy, so don't mind, just appreciate sweet Tousen and Wonderweiss.

[blueflare7pkmn]

✪

Bug Dad is an amazing dad!! I mean, I was half joking when I asked to be adopted, but he didn't even hesitate!! I do wish he didn't get bitten by Vamp Dad, but that's old news. He's caring, sweet, and all around a great guy! Besides, he's full of bad puns, and who doesn't love those?

[fluff-and-such]

Time Fixit Things

Mostly Bugs. Worms.

🐛🪱🐜🪳

Ina: What if I were a Roach Linarian? *daydreaming*

Lina: IDK, would I also be a Roach then?

[kiiingsnake]

you should post your millipede

HOW DID YUO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MILLIPEDE

anyways here it is

[ratsiclesss]

i'm gonna post this on twt so i guess I'll put it here too

[lilybug-02]

Final Bug Fact:

The world NEEDS bugs. They keep the soil healthy, pollinate, control pests, and contribute to the worlds' ecosystem. By the end of the century, it is estimated 40% of insect species may go extinct due to habitat loss. Yes, that is very scary. But with even one beetle spared, one caterpillar rescued, and one Hollow Knight comic of all things, things will change. Because I know there's a lot more Dewi's out there than most people realize. Stay curious.

Thanks for going on this adventure with me. ♥︎

First || Prev // END... VOLUME 2 is Out.

Masterpost

Comic Thoughts and Pictures Below!

I wanted to put here how amazing and sweet everyone has been with this comic. I finished a 75 page comic in 3 MONTHS. I am at a loss for words. That sounds crazy and it IS crazy. But man was it fun. Even on days were I wasn't able to draw due to fatigue or business, I loved working on it from start to finish. And guess what!? This is my first ever FINISHED comic :D I'm so proud of myself. I know there's some things I want to change and the art is wonky in most places...... but I'm content to let it be. What an amazing summer adventure!

I'm hoping to post the full comic on another Comic website. I may or may not edit some of the art ^w^ So I'll let y'all know when I release it.

Interested in learning what you could do to help your local insects? This is the basic stuff. Maybe make some Insect Hotels if you have the time!!! And never forget to spread the word about bugs. They need our help just as any animal on earth.

Still Here? Well you can look in the tags for little lore dumps if ur looking for stuff like that ;)

[songthursh]

Shhh kids, parents are discussing philosophy matters

Based on a little writing training by my lovely @stupidlynx

[vanillashusband]

Dear fat self shippers

Your F/O loves your body. They don't think the only good things about your body are that its "squishy," "soft," or that you give "good hugs/cuddles." They would never patronize you like that. Your fat body is attractive to them. You are hot, sexy, desirable, handsome, gorgeous, stunning, and beautiful because that's what your body is. Your F/O doesn't love you despite your body, they love you because of it.

And it shouldn't have to be said, but your F/O would never fetishize you.

[proship dni]

[capquinn]

Dad!Quinn coming home from morning skate to Buggy being a little too hyper for her very pregnant with Cub mom and Quinn holds her bump for a solid amount of time just talking to her and getting her to relax before he sends her off to lay on the couch while he occupies Bug with cooking lunch together 🥹

The door had barely clicked open when Bug’s delighted shriek pierced the air.

“Daddy!” she screamed, her tiny voice full of unbridled joy as the rapid pat-pat of her bare feet echoed through the hallway. A blur of messy hair and mismatched pyjamas, she launched herself at Quinn with all the force her little body could muster, her arms flinging around his legs before he had the chance to even set his bag down.

“Whoa, Bug!” Quinn laughed, bending down to scoop her up effortlessly, his arms wrapping around her in a way that always made it seem like she was the most precious thing in the world. “You almost knocked me over, kiddo.”

Her giggles spilled out as she wriggled in his grasp, her small hands grabbing at his shirt for balance.

“I missed you!” she declared earnestly, her face lighting up as if he’d been gone for days instead of just a morning. Without hesitation, she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek, her nose scrunching in delight.

Quinn chuckled, leaning his forehead against hers for a brief moment. “Missed you too, Buggy. What’s got you so fired up, eh?”

Her excitement spilled over, her words coming out in a rushed, jumbled tumble. “I’m making a picture! It’s got a rainbow and a bird and mommy said it’s so pretty — come see, come see!”

Before he could respond, she wriggled out of his arms, hitting the ground running as she darted back toward the kitchen. Her high-pitched chatter trailed behind her, narrating every detail of her masterpiece like it was the most important thing in the world.

Quinn followed at a slower pace, his footsteps soft against the floor as he slung his bag off his shoulder and let it drop by the door with a quiet thud. He lingered for a moment, taking in the hum of home — Bug’s delighted chatter from the kitchen, the faint clatter of crayons against the counter, and the low hum of your quiet movements. By the time he stepped into the room, Bug was already perched back on her stool, her crayons flying across the page as she narrated every colour with boundless enthusiasm. Her legs swung beneath the stool in rhythmic, restless kicks, a physical outlet for her energy that seemed impossible to contain.

You didn’t even hear him come in, too wrapped up in the quiet chaos of the morning. Your back ached, the strain of the day catching up with you before it had even properly started, and you leaned heavily against the counter, fingers rubbing small circles into the base of your spine. A sigh escaped you, soft but telling, and you tilted your head forward, closing your eyes for a moment as though it could block out the world.

Then you felt him — his hand sliding gently around your waist, the other settling against the curve of your bump like it had always belonged there. The warmth of his touch grounded you instantly, a steady reassurance cutting through the weight of the morning, and wrapped in the safety of his arms, the world felt a little softer.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, brushing against the shell of your ear. “You doing okay?”

The tension in your shoulders eased, your body naturally leaning into his as if seeking the solace only he could give, like it was the first real relief you’d had all morning. Your forehead found his shoulder, and you let out a weary chuckle. “I’ll survive,” you murmured, though the weight in your voice betrayed the effort behind your words.

Quinn chuckled softly, the sound low and soothing as he pressed a kiss to your temple. His hand on your bump lingered, thumb brushing gently over the fabric of your shirt as though he could will some of his calm into you.

“She’s got a lot of energy today, huh?” he asked, his tone filled with quiet understanding. His gaze shifted to Bug, who was narrating her latest masterpiece with such enthusiasm he's sure it could’ve fuelled her for hours.

You nodded, your voice dropping to a whisper, cautious not to catch Bug’s attention. “Since she woke up. I’ve tried everything — colouring, stories, even Bluey. Nothing’s working.”

Quinn’s brow furrowed slightly, the concern on his face clear despite the soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And you’ve been chasing her all morning?” he asked, his other hand moving to the small of your back, his touch firm and deliberate, coaxing the tension from your muscles. “You should’ve called me. I’d have left early.”

You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, a faint smile playing on your lips. “You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about me and Bug bouncing off the walls.”

His expression softened further, a mixture of tenderness and quiet insistence. He dipped his head, bringing his face closer to yours, his voice dropping into something even gentler. “You know you’re the first thing I worry about, right? You and her. Everything else comes second.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and you blinked back the prick of emotion that rose unbidden. You rested your hand lightly over his on your bump, squeezing gently as you nodded.

“I know,” you whispered, the words barely audible. “It’s just hard to slow down sometimes.”

Quinn’s lips brushed against your forehead, his voice warm and steady as he said, “then let me make it easier. Go rest, okay? I’ve got Buggy.”

You hesitated, your protest already forming on your lips. “Quinn, you’ve already been—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, his hand sliding up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. His voice was firm but laced with so much care it made your heart ache. “You’re always holding it all together while I’m gone. Let me do something for you now.”

Your smile wavered, caught somewhere between exhaustion and affection. Your chest felt full, your heart brimming with the love that he made so effortless. “You’re too good to us, you know that?”

Quinn’s eyes crinkled at the edges, his lips curving into a smile that was all warmth and devotion. “Not possible,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly.

When he pulled back, his hand slid to your back, giving you one last gentle nudge. “Now, go put your feet up before Bug decides the crayons are a snack.”

You laughed softly, letting Quinn’s gentle nudge guide you toward the couch. Your feet ached, and your back throbbed, but it was easy to relax under his care, to let him take over for a while. As you sank into the cushions, you glanced back, catching sight of him crouching beside Bug’s stool, his attention completely absorbed in her.

“Whatcha got there, Buggy?” he asked, his voice warm and steady, laced with genuine curiosity as he nodded toward the paper clutched in her small hands.

Bug lifted the crayon-smudged drawing high with a triumphant grin. “It’s a rainbow garden for mommy,” she declared, body practically vibrating with an uncontained energy.

Quinn tilted his head as though inspecting a masterpiece, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. “A rainbow garden? That’s pretty special, Bug,” he said, his tone filled with awe that matched her enthusiasm. “I think mommy’s going to love it.”

Bug’s grin stretched wider, her little legs swinging excitedly beneath the stool. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” he assured her, his hand brushing gently over her curls, smoothing them down with care. His gaze flicked to you for the briefest moment, his expression full of quiet fondness before he turned his attention back to her. “How about we surprise her even more? Think you can help me make lunch? Something special just for mommy?”

Bug gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her cheeks. “Like peanut butter and jelly? Or grilled cheese? Or — wait! Pancakes, with ice cream?”

Quinn laughed as he rested a hand lightly on her shoulder to steady her bouncing. “Let’s start with grilled cheese and see where the day takes us, okay?” he offered, his voice laced with patience and playful humour.

“Okay!” Bug cheered, her little fists pumping in excitement as she nearly toppled off the stool in her eagerness. Quinn steadied her instinctively, his hand quick, and she giggled, oblivious to how seamlessly he always caught her.

From the couch, you stretched out, the tension in your back already starting to ease as you watched the scene unfold. Bug’s chatter filled the room, her voice a constant, joyful hum that should have felt overwhelming after the morning you’d had, but instead, it settled into something soothing under Quinn’s steady guidance. He listened to her every word, nodding along as though each idea she shared was the most important thing in the world.

“Can we make smiley faces on the bread?” Bug asked, clutching a crayon for emphasis as though it would help her argument.

Quinn pretended to consider it, his lips quirking into a lopsided smile.

“I think we can manage that. But only if you promise not to eat all the cheese before it makes it into the sandwich.”

Bug giggled, covering her mouth like he’d caught her in the act. “I’ll try,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn’t help but smile. There was something so special about the way Quinn moved through these moments, his calm presence a steadying force in the whirlwind that was Bug’s boundless energy. He met her where she was, giving her his undivided attention, and in turn, she softened, her excitement tempered by his warmth.

[buggyrulez]

ugh my lady

Kaia is like. the protector of souls. You die, reaper takes your soul, Kaia is responsible for giving that soul a new body

she's got a special connection to said souls, can communicate with them on a whole nother level

It used to be a really big jellyfish that kept being reborn that was in charge of all the souls, but then there were too many people being born at once, so the jellyfish beached itself in the realm of the gods. Reaper found it, and had to pull out this little glowing egg thing that was inside.

Usually the eggs will form whatever its parent is, which is usually the big Jellyfish

but since Reaper ended up raising her, Kaia ended up mimicking his features instead. She can only mimick what she sees, so she doesn't have it all down perfectly, because he didn't exactly know to teach her about skeleton anatomy, but she was able to improvize. That's why she has ecto replacing her stomach and legs. It's just the hardened jellyfish bits that she was supposed to get. Somewhat malleable, but the rest of her body solidified into bone

[cryptic-underground]

☆ Next Summer Designs ☆

They're done!!! Yippee! I had a lot of fun drawing these. My favs are probably Mabel and Wendy.

Let me know if it's hard to read the text, and I'll type it out.

Family portrait:

Without text:

[blueflare7pkmn]

💬 You ended up choosing a father who is said to have Beedrill wings tattooed to his back, a rather cruel twist of fate.

Wha-

Why would he get such horrible things on his skin

Why would it be a cruel twist of fate hahaha your crazy anon

[lavaflowe]

MORE BABY XIAOTIAN AND DAD WUKONG CAUSE IM IN A MOOD

[time-woods]

is projecting on a projection too far . . aka the rot is gettin bad yall . .