#bug&butch

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

finally managed to finish that angsty drabble of the first time Butch said I love you! under the cut cause its long and also warning for general emotional angst and like. mild gore mention? nothing too graphic but you know, be aware and all that

oh also theres some context for the situation in the tags if you're interested in that kinda thing

The sickly green fluorescent lights had been on the verge of death for as long as Bug had been waking up sewn back together on the cold metal table. They’d gotten used to the flickering, buzzing annoyance over the years but never quite managed to tune it out. Across the room, the crrk fwoosh of the faucet signaled their saviour washing their blood off his hands. 

It wasn’t the first time they’d been brought back to life in the shady backroom of a butcher shop (they had the scars to prove it), and it certainly wouldn’t be the last with the luck they’d been having. Fuck, her head was pounding.

“We can’t keep doing this.” The voice was harsh and painful in their ears; their headphones must have been lost during whatever skirmish got them killed this time. “Reanimation don’t work forever, Ant, you know that.” 

Like it was their fault. Like it was ever their fault. Bug simply huffed and rolled over the best their sore body could manage. The metal embalming table had started to warm up slightly now that her heart was beating, but it was still cool enough to soothe her aches. Whoever jumped him really did a number. Ow fuck. Maybe rolling over was a bad idea.

"No, come on," was the buzzing always this loud? "You don't get to ignore me, Bug!"

Bugs eyes shot over to Butch. He never called them that. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. They wanted to throw up. The fucking lights never stopped flickering.

"If you're mad about me not paying the last couple of times, I can." Their voice was hoarse. It always was after revival. "Name your price."

"Name my- you think this is about money?!" Butch was shouting now. It hurt. He waved his hands as he spoke, passing in front of the already flickering lights in ways that made Bug's aching head spin. "I found you cut in half- fucking bisected! On the side of the road!"

Bug was currently trying to cover both their eyes and ears at the same time and wasn't all that interested in the state Butch found their corpse. "Don't you eat people?" It was barely louder than a very annoyed whisper. "Shouldn't you be used to gnarly corpses?" That wasn't the right thing to say. They knew it as soon as it left their lips. This was why they were always ending up in Butch's revival shop. They never fucking think before running their stupid fucking mouth.

"Are you listening to a fucking word I've said!" It wasn't a question. "I can't keep doing this! You have to be careful!"

If Bug had had a clearer head, they might have picked up on the desperation in Butch's voice. Instead, the shouting drilled into their brain like an ice pick, making their face flush and their heart race. They growled, ignoring the pain to lug themself upright to glare at the brick wall of a man and the current source of all their problems. Her tail writhed against the quickly warming table. 

"You don't get to control my life just cause we've fucked Butch," they spat, and the way Butch jolted away like the words burnt him hurt worse than every death they’d gone through combined. They just had to keep digging, did they? Why can't they ever stop digging?

Bug was always very aware of Butch's size. The man was massive and completely shameless about taking up space. It was a constant teasing point in their friendship how much shorter Bug was. But they'd never felt the full weight of his size until this moment. Even sitting on the raised table (customized for Butch's height), the man towered over Bug, and as he leaned closer, Bug started to panic. 

"I'm not trying to control your life," Their heart was racing- close, too close! "I'm trying to keep you alive!" Bug's small wings puffed up as much as they could to make him look bigger to the perceived threat. Something smelled like blood, it made Bug want to retch. They wanted to scratch and bite and protect themself, but all they could do was add more fuel to the fire.

"What do you care if I'm alive?" 

At those words, Butch closed the distance, slamming his hands on the table with a BANG! Fuck shit- they'd done it again! They finally went too far and run their stupid fucking mouth again and now the one person they- 

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Time froze. The admission hung heavy in the air as the pair processed what just happened. Butch seemed to realize his position and instantly backed away from the table. He tried to make himself look small, hunching over himself. Bug didn't notice. 

Every muscle in their body was tensed, screaming out to bolt. They needed to run, needed to hide away, and be anywhere but here. Their limbs refused to move. When did they start hyperventilating?

When Butch next spoke, it was quiet and full of regret. "Bug I-" but the sound broke Bug out of their frozen state. Faster than their healing body should allow, they were gone, slamming the heavy metal door behind them. The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, then all at once burnt out into dark silence.

[blessedscavengers]

nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me

terfs fuck off

made in 2023

[theysies]

beat up body serves me well

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: Lesbian National Parks And Services Field Guide To North America - by Ranger Shawna Dempsey and Ranger Lorri Milan (illustrations by Daniel Barrow)

[lemonlimestar]

i’ll give u all the sweet stuff!

[softbutchthatlovesyou]

Let me give those siblings some hrt I think they'd like it p le ase

[hecksanontagon]

abbey!

your local butch lesbian bee

[bowelfly]

"oh my god look at daisy" "is she's doing the tongue thing again?" "you know it" "i mean... it works, you gotta admit"

my part of an art trade with @solidagold

linework under the cut because i also like how it looks unshaded

[blessedscavengers]

kill your lawn save the pollinators

made in 2022

[crucified-bloodhound]

i need a hot butch to tell me about bugs while we eat chalupas in the taco bell parking lot and i wanna wipe fire sauce off her chin cause she's too fucking excited to tell me about bugs to notice all the lettuce on her jeans

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Sometimes you just have to write about your ocs like its a fanfic and everyone already knows what's happening. No I will not explain the setting or who these characters are if you're here you should already know this, I'm going to write an angsty fic about the first time one of them said i love you

[denimshortsdean]

I relate to Nona because if I lived with Pyrrha Dve I too would look for creative ways to hang out with her and have her tell me dirty jokes

also i want her to crush me like a sprite can but that's by the by

[muckytailwags]

Friend!!! ^_^

[avephelis]

who up odding they world. stupid disease. perculiar campaign.

[arthroart]

butch-transman solidarity!! (also we are both flies)

Art fight attack for @itsdannyfly !

[ferntheplantthing]

I LOVE this @vunderjoy 's Hylics OC design so so much I made fanart of her human form. Butches for the win always I am but a sucker. Very niche human version of someone's hylics OC, but she's hot. Mori Lal Wali my beloved