#hungry bug

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^^ Nikaido & Caiman

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hungry bug crochet tapestry I did last year ^^

[yyarasa]

dorohedoro print >:J hungry bug

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devil nikaido

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Dorohedoro: segunda temporada do anime é confirmada

Dorohedoro vai ter uma nova temporada?! O largartão estará de volta na segunda temporada de Dorohedoro. Confira tudo aqui! #dorohedoro #anime #netflix

Nesta terça-feira (09/01), o site oficial de Dorohedoro confirmou uma sequência: após quatro anos de espera e a pedidos dos fãs, o anime terá enfim uma Segunda Temporada. O anúncio trouxe uma arte promocional, que retrata os personagens principais Kaiman e Nikaido saindo correndo da Hungry Bug. Além disso, o que se sabe até então é que a animação será transmitida em streaming, porém ainda não…

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Rainy Day

Hello hello! First time I've put something out in a while, but here you go! Some Lizard Man and Gyoza Girl friendship :) Fandom is Dorohedoro and characters listed are Kaiman, Nikaido and Vaux (mentioned)

No real warnings, platonic friendship, fic under the cut

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Kaiman’s dreams, as he understood them, were frightening. But in a way he could also accept that they were progress, maybe even prophetic at times. That’s what dreams were sometimes, right? They were the culmination of a brain trying its very hardest to make all the pieces to fit together, and his brain? Not many pieces to begin with. 

The rain poured for three days now- Nikaido must’ve been feeling horrible. He’d visit when he’d stop feeling like death himself. 

Even when the man would wake up, sit and rub his scaly head, the dreams lingered behind the backdrop of his eyelids whenever he closed them, swirls of magenta and lime green churning beneath like an underlayer of cold, deep water. A chaotic mix of sentences and words almost familiar to him would ring in his ears like little bells, chimes leading the lamb back to the shepherd. Who was his guide?

No one, it seems. If the hole were a dark maze (which is almost absolutely was in every sense), then he and Nikaido were blind, grasping for any tactile sign that would guide their way. But for now, they feel no such thing.

His dreams still swirled in between his ears like a dark current, too swift to reach down and strike the gold beneath. But still, he could see it, twinkling at him in mockery at something so close but impossible to even touch. 

Kaiman sighed, rubbed his scaly head with his calloused hands, and started dressing himself. The wind picked up with the rain, now, it was starting to rattle the thin glass of his window. As he finished putting a shirt on (Nikaido’s shirt, which he now permanently stretched out), he saw that the streets were beginning to flood. With the streams the water rushing down the street, trash floated and spun while threads of black soot densely settled on the bottom, its own riverbank. 

The lizard man decided that it would be nice to walk in the rain. Even though he hated it for causing his friend a pain he could not understand, he still liked how it smelled and how it felt on his skin. Magic did not affect him, it did nothing but cool him off. The plastic leather of his ribcage jacket always sounded so nice in the rhythm of the droplets hitting him. 

The rain always led to a nicer walk through the hole, if such a thing could happen. The usual vagrants that he and Nikaido constantly had to slice through would scurry away and hide, seeking shelter in dark corners and the shade big gray buildings could provide. A couple days ago, Kaiman spotted some when he was working at the emergency ward. They were always the ones that ended up in the ward anyways, but Kaiman didn’t work for a wider cause. He worked for answers, a potential means to his end. He was getting through to the deep gold under the swift current, but it feels like he’s still just searching for flecks of his brain through the dusty concrete of where his body was found. 

And then suddenly, as if his feet were not his own and his body was attached to a string, he was led to the alleyway. He looked at it, and felt himself reminisce. Hope and disgust and dread and sadness were imbued in the concrete now, and sometimes Kaiman could see some sort of- spirit. All the manifestations turning into the rainy soot and evil that this hall had for his life. 

He moved onto the Hungry Bug. There was a part of Kaiman that was hoping it wasn’t closed, that Nikaido could be feeling okay and not sick and cheery like she usually was. He always hated where he was when it came to situations like that, he would knock on her door and not know what to say. 

Guess it was another one of those days, because the Bug was closed and the shutters locked tight over the building, almost looking like it was curling in on itself through a fitful slumber. Everything was dark, for Kaiman’s beacon remained unlit. He tried to keep his disappointment at a manageable level, but then his stomach reminded him of the most worldly suffering- hunger. And how he associated his best friend with the smell of hot frying oil and the sound of quiet, weird music streaming through her restaurant's walls like a perfume. 

Her presence always made things weird and funky, but Kaiman loved Nikaido for that. 

Eventually, sulking his way through the rain, the lizard man got to the back entrance of the Hungry Bug that led to Nikaido’s apartment above. It was a common dance; walk up the stairs, knock at her door and call her name, and find a box full of ohba gyoza with a note on top. 

And guess what happened this time? Exactly that. 

He sighed at the box when he picked it up, a twist of sadness curling up his spine when he realized how much Nikaido cared for him, and at the same time, what she expected of him at this point. 

[Kaiman, 

Some ohba gyoza for your lunch.]

[Nikaido]

He thanked her through the door, went back down the stairs, and ventured back out into the pouring rain of the hole. 

Kaiman arrived at work early, and started his shift by insulting Vaux and laughing when he got pissed. 

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[bugthingsdaily]

today's bug thing are these very hungry caterpillar socks!

[ridleymb]

The knight meets the knight

[dinoserious]

as we welcome october, i sit my ass down with browser full of bug and a head full of empty. welcome to no spine city baby 👏

day 1, peanut-headed lantern fly. hey big head

(as always, invertober is organized by the lovely @/fossilforager)

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A very, VERY basic doctors argument

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Doodle before im off to sleep

Jax, please don't eat the newcomer

[ccborrega]

This game is officialy old enough to vote in my country.

(Man, I was younger than Link when this came out haha ;_; )

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Pennsylvania Dutch Miku is taking you to the Holy Grail of her cuisine and if you don't hurry you'll have to wait in line for a seat for an hour!!! All you can eat scrapple, shoofly pie (if it ain't wet bottom it ain't dutch), apple butter, whoopie pies, fausnachts, pot pie, and more! All with the only spice being salt! Come on, hurry!!!!