#cicays

[teknikolor-walters]

Aside from the inescapable tragedy or whatever my favorite grandpa duo dynamic is Some Guy and His Cat

[iyeonjuni]

CICAY puhlease add me to the heeseung fic taglist thingy 🙏🏻🙏🏻

OF COURSE

[cicidoobles]

A few friends an i made spidersonas! Mine’s inspired by the antilles pink toed turnatula, an “enemy” but docile!

[cicidoobles]

Always remember zenyatta in booty shorts

Tfw  when the image you used for a character reference isn’t official. and you realize you messed up the anatomy. Also, hey, it’s Zenny!

[faustinepau]

In cima alla Marmolada (mt. ‎3343) - Trentino e Veneto / Italia

Photo :  cicay

[nanahoshibook]

ORIGAMI FLOWER PATTERNS / WORLD OF UCHIYAMA ,SORI YNAGI 「花紋折り 」内山光弘の世界、柳宗理・編 ・ ・ 万華鏡みたいな花紋折り お正月ように和紙で作りなおそ☺️ ・ ・ #origami #flowerpatterns #koukouuchiyama #soriyanagi #おりがみ #花紋折り #内山光弘 #柳宗理 https://www.instagram.com/p/CICaI-aJ8nv/?igshid=yjvu8dzrks84

[nievesvidueira]

Mensaxe dende o ceo. Flores do azul do ceo contaxadas provocadoras de sorrisos e ledicia, co don de transmitir da tua amada xestos,verbas e mesmo unha caricia. O belo eco producido polo ar calando forte entre a Natureza, pecha os ollos e deixate levar unha caricia mesmamente che pareza. Tamen son transmisoras de humildade acepta lo a mensaxe que recibes, soio así atoparas no interior tranquilidade no teu redor co arrecendo que percibes. E se algun día te derrumbas de dolor alza a bista e pensa no sorriso, na mensaxe que che manda nista flor agasallo daquela perla que te quixo. Esta flor posue maxa sen dolor indauque a vida che estragou o teu camiño, lembra experencias vividas con amor e colle a man que tes o lado con cariño. O ir durmir pensa soio nista flor e soio así omillor podes soñar, coa estrela que che diu o seu amor e que e posible que podas superar. Si a flor pode reflexar como foi irse non imaxino sequera o despedir, indauque nada volte a repetirse pouco a pouco voltaras a convivir. Non permitas que a dor che estrague a vida cicais alguen precise o teu sorriso, paga a pena erguerse deseguida porque as flores atandelas e preciso. E si atopas unha flor no teu camiño non a cortes soio lei o seu mensaxe a estrela brila dende o ceo con cariño e coa sua luz abofé vai axudarche. Nieves Fernández Vidueira

[teknikolor-walters]

Cicada's my favorite out of the cicaderations to draw and idk why

[cicidoobles]

Iiiiiiit’s that time of the year!inktober2018 baby!

I went with a more oc-based list this year so let’s see how it goes! Feel free to use, just tag me cause i’d love to see your ideas

[cicidoobles]

Ohhhh its my goil!! Goddamn i love your characters

Interactions between your ocs and friends ocs?

Ivor is hopelessly infatuated with Key, @cicidoobles‘ character! Unfortunately, Key doesn’t seem to return the sentiment. Most of their “flirting” would likely be like this.

Kolya also has his eyes set on someone a little out of his reach, @icarus-dicks-around‘s character Keegan! Most of their interactions consist of Kolya flirting and/or playful bickering.

Lastly (for now at least) is Ivor and @icarus-dicks-around‘s Vik. Ivor doesn’t technically have a key to the house, so usually when he visits Vik and Key he has to find other ways to get in. One of those ways happens to be Vik’s bedroom window, and Ivor has probably scared Vik awake more than a few times.

Thank you for the request!

[teknikolor-walters]

One of these ill actually organize all my thoughts on the significance of nicknames to the cicaderations into an actual essay

[teknikolor-walters]

I really do think cicada is the baby of the cicaderations... He's the original, the youngest, the closest to their compound self. The miketerations have baby mikey the cicaderations have baby cicay

[teknikolor-walters]

At this point I'm convinced this drabble is cursed. Just like the guys in it! Ain't that funny

"Mornin', Cicay."

Scarab jumped. It took them a second to even their heart rate. The greeting was well intended, they were sure.

It still had them choking back bile. They pushed their cowboy hat lower on their face and averted their eyes.

"Mornin', James."

Scarab could feel him staring at her. She was going to be sick.

Just go away.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine, James."

She knew that he was just worried about her. She knew that.

That was the problem.

He couldn't be worried about haw. It would lead to his death, yee was certain, because it had led to every other iteration of him dying. Dying at haw's hands. Why couldn't he see that?

They couldn't tell him. That would lead to him dying too. They knew it would.

And, god, when they thought about it, maybe a shared greeting was enough. Maybe there was enough of a connection there to sentence him to death. They didn't know.

The coffee maker beeped.

Every morning since leaving the compound, Scarab Walters-Baker had woken up at 5:00 am exact and made themself two cups of coffee. Only one was for them of course. The other would always sit next to them going cold, until one of her wives took pity on her and cleaned up after her.

There was a buzzing in her ears. It was hard to focus on anything.

A cup of coffee was passed to haw.

Jimmy sat across from haw at the small table. And started talking. It was hard to focus on the exact words through the buzzing and the rising panic, but yee knew it was barely more than light hearted chatter. The whole situation was so familiar yee felt like yee was going to scream.

If he wasn't going to die before, he certainly would now.

And Scarab contemplated, for a second, doing it themself, right then and there. They could do it. They thought about bashing his head into the wall until he bled and didn't stop bleeding. It would shut him up, and probably be better than whatever other long, drawn out death he was destined for otherwise.

Their hands itched with the thought of it. His blood was going to be on them, anyway. It'd be so easy.

The thought disgusted her. She had never wanted to kill him. He was her friend. She loved him.

Her hands wouldn't be moving, anyway. She felt completely paralyzed with fear, the only things moving being her eyes daring around anxiously.

Scarab glanced over at Jimmy for a split second, then looked back down. He was staring at her. He had stopped talking.

Was a millisecond of eye contact enough to kill a man?

"Listen, Cicay, Scarab, it isn't gonna kill ye tae just talk tae me."

Yes, it is, she wanted to scream. It's going to kill you, and that will kill me.

Her mouth stayed closed. She glanced back over at him, trying to maintain eye contact.

"Just go away," yee snarled, baring haw's teeth.

Maybe, just maybe, if the only words yee spoke to him were in an effort to push him away from haw, he would be safe.

Jimmy didn't go away. He stayed, staring her down. She felt pinned to the spot, struck through the chest, like a real beetle.

"Stop it." It was getting harder to breathe, let alone talk.

"Scarab, calm down."

But she couldn't. There was a buzzing in her ears and it was only getting harder to breathe and he was still there and still staring at her and he was going to die and and and.

"Cicay, yer havin' a panic attack. Calm down." Concern was laced into his voice again. It made them feel sick.

"Shut up."

They wanted to run away. They wanted to run, but they couldn't, they could barely move. They stood up from the table, leaning their weight on the table in place of their cane.

"Don't you get it? I'm going to kill you. Don't you care?" Somewhere, in the back of haw's head, yee could hear haw's accent slipping. "Do you know how many iterations of you I've watched die? How many iterations I've killed? Ask me, James. Ask me."

He didn't say anything.

"Over 30. At least. I'm a danger to you. Why are you still here?" They weren't thinking. Their mind was a complete blank. Everything was anger and frustration and rage and so much fear.

Jimmy still didn't say anything. There was a flicker of fear in his eyes, but he didn't move. Scarab sneered.

And before she could stop herself, her hand was on her gun, and then it was between them, and then it was pointed at him, right at his face. Her hands shook so much more than they usually did.

What was yee trying to prove? That yee would do it? That yee was a threat? Was yee willing to kill haw's best friend just to prove a point?

Now Jimmy looked scared. He was standing up, too, and backing away from haw.

"Cic- Scarab, Cicay..." he whispered. "Don't."

It's a situation that's been played out time and time again.

And Scarab remembered each and every time, just like this one. Every iteration they'd looked in the eyes and held a gun to the head of and-

They couldn't do it. Their fingers felt frozen around the gun.

The world went blurry. Fuck, were they crying?

"Cicay..." Jimmy whispered again.

Scarab broke, then.

She sobbed loudly against the table, still holding the gun. Every bit of anger drained from her, leaving only the fear and the guilt.

She almost killed him. She almost fucking killed him. God, what was wrong with her? She almost killed him. He almost died. Because of her.

Jimmy stepped forward and gently rested his hand on their arm. They sobbed louder.

They let him (gently, oh so gently) pull them to the ground. They let him take the gun from their hands. And they leaned into it, still sobbing, when he wrapped his arms around them and started whispering small comforts into their ear.

It felt like an indulgence, being able to be held by him. She curled herself around him and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I'm sorry," she cried into his shoulder, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Shh, shh, Scarab, it's okay. Yer gonna be okay. Yer safe here."

At the words, Scarab only cried harder, clawing at the back of his shirt. One of his hands ran through her hair. It felt so nice, just to cry and cry and be comforted by her best friend.

"What if I have to kill you again? What if I do it? Oh God, Jim, what if I actually kill you again?"

It takes him a second to say something.

"You won't. Ty cannae get us here. He cannae make you do anything. This is H1VE. We're safe from the flinchites here, aye?"

She nodded. He was right. They were safe now. Safe, and away from the flinchites, and from Ty, and they were together. She was safe.

Scarab leaned back, and grabbed his hands in her own. Jimmy flinched, slightly. Yee smiled.

"Ah ain't never gonna hurt ya again, alright? Ah'm gonna protect'cha as best ah can. Forever. Ah love ya."

He smiled back at her. "Love you too, Cicay."

---

Jimmy handed the boulder key over to Ty. "There. What you wanted me tae steal from H1VE."

"Excellent! And I assume everything is normal there? You haven't been found out? No more 'rescue missions'?"

"Nae, I haven't been found out, and nae, they aren't thinkin' of comin' back here."

Ty smiled. "Perfect."

[teknikolor-walters]

Only the most wholesome of grandpa duo drabbles here on tumblr.com/teknikolor-walters

Also I know that I say I'm not too proud of my writing like every time but this time I'm serious this isn't all that great

Cicada pressed the shotgun to Scarab's chest, but it was more of a display than anything, like an animal, trying to seem bigger than they actually were.

"Put the gun down, asshole."

The cowboy didn't move. "Cicada, if ya'd jus' listen t'me-"

"No, I won't just listen to you," Cicada said through gritted teeth. "You're trying to kill our friend! How could I?"

Jimmy didn't say anything.

"He asked me to, Cicada, d'ya think ah want t'kill 'im?"

"Bullshit-"

"It's true."

Everything slowed, then stopped. Cicada didn't lower the gun, but his voice seemed more hesitant now.

"Jimmy?"

"He's- he's a spy. Fer Ty. He was supposed t' destroy H1VE from the inside out an' then go back."

That was what made Cicada lower the gun, as he looked towards what he thought was his friend. "A spy? Are you serious?" she asked.

He could barely meet her eyes. She let out a laugh, low and hysterical.

"You really are a spy, huh? God. You've been going behind my back this whole time? Fuck you. FUCK you. What about when you showed up to my door with a hole in your chest? Was that a lie too?"

They were crying now.

Jimmy nodded, still not meeting wing's eyes. Bird sneered. "Of course."

An idea clicked in Cicada's head. Without moving otherwise, they reached for the calculator in their pocket. If they could go back to the compound, he could get all of this corrected.

A gunshot. Pain bloomed throughout their face. Cicada whimpered.

"That'n was a warnin' shot, Cicada. We ain't gettin' the compound involved. Ty'll just crack down harder. Ya know he will." Scarab sighed. "Now get on outta here. Ah have a job t' do."

"Cicay-" Jimmy started.

Cicada completely broke at the nickname. He grasped for comfort wherever he could find it, and ended up throwing his arms around Jimmy, sobbing into his shoulder. He returned the hug.

Jimmy ran a hand through her hair. "Aye, Cicay, Cicay, shhh. It's gonna be okay. It's- it's fer the best."

"No, it isn't- I- I don't- I can't watch you die. Spy or not. I mean, am I even gonna see you again?"

"Of course you are. Yer my best friend. I'll make sure it happens. I love you."

"Love you too. But..."

"It's gonna be okay. We're gonna see each other again. Say it back tae me."

"...It's gonna be okay. We're gonna see each other again." Bird stepped back, keeping wing's hand in his for a second. Bird didn't want to let go of him. But they had to, they knew that.

Scarab sighed. "Ya should- ya should go home, Cicada."

He knew he should, but he couldn't. He stayed, and he watched. It was surprisingly fast. He and Scarab talked for a second, then the gun was fired into his head. There was a splatter of blood, and he was gone.

[teknikolor-walters]

Writing early cicada is so funny to me

"this guy is nice to me so obviously he's a flinchite trying to get me to trust him. fuck him" okay cicay come back to me in like 3 days

[teknikolor-walters]

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

for Cicada!

Some kind of nickname, probably?

Nicknames are very important to the cicaderations and are deeply personal to them. They all consider themselves "cicay" even the ones who don't use the name Cicada anymore, and the nickname Bug is just so associated with safety and love to them. (Unless you're Scarab. But that's a separate post)