#i love my big bug guy

[robug-lyon]

Very large bug who might also be a fire hazard

[lilybug-02]

That's a lot of water...

Bug Fact: The nocturnal African Dung Beetle can see 1,000 times better than a honeybee and uses the Milky Way stars as navigation!

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[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[garblegarden]

i made a friend the other day it was a little baby assassin bug

[saltycharacters]

[ID: Digital artwork featuring a collection of ocs with arthropod familiars. The 1st image is a lineup of 4 adults, including (left to right): A ducky isopod man named Tito Chen with a pompadour, sunglasses, and flashy suit, a shorter man named Dante-Enriquez Rivera with a toadbug familiar, curly hair in a bun, facial hair, and suspenders, a person named Blizzard Dunkley with a buzz-cut, agrias butterfly familiar, long blue coat, red-and-blue glasses, and large earrings, and finally a woman named Yolanda Sali with a harvestman familiar, in a nurses coat, stethoscope around her neck. Next drawing features 2 new adults, the first of which is named Maikel Miguel Patagara, who has multi-colored hair, prominent freckles, overalls and a prosthetic on their right foot, alongside a cayenne tick familiar. The second iteration of vim has eye shadows and an unhappier expression, and two prosthetic for each foot, seemingly home-made unlike the previous one. Zi is also wearing a necklace with a giant cat-eye type jewel, alongside a coat that’s on the 2nd person in the drawing - a little note mentions that this is xyr look “after Ireneo died”. Ireneo (Maria) Ressa, the 2nd person, has short grey hair, a long, fluffy coat, black cloth gloves, and some vitiligo, alongside a sowbug familiar. He's holding a notebook, pen tucked behind eir ear, and the 2nd iteration shows them without the coat. The final drawing is a doodle dump of Ireneo and Maikel mostly, showing such things as: them at a bar, Ireneo’s arm around Maikel’s shoulders as she says, “Hey me & my partner saw you from across the bar and we think your vibe sucks ass. Can we beat you up”, them kissing, Maikel at a pottery wheel while Ireneo watches, their familiars with hearts around them, and finally Maikel holding a phone up to their ear and saying, “Hey could you come pick me up they’re pelting me with rotten fruit in the town square again”. End ID]

Been thinking about my bug familiar story again

[sskk-manifesto]

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[catominor]

i drew the modern au senators again....

[cafe-mouse]

baby brothers Almondbutter and Cookiedough 💛

[thesodasploder]

HDBSHSVSGSHISOPOD

ROLLY RPOLLT

ROLLY POLLY

[evandore]

anyway im normal and i cant wait until miriam hacksaw releases her album bc her voice is heavenly and i finally figured out how to download audio from instagram videos to add to my local files so i can play it on loop yippeeee

[cookinguptales]

Oh, travel ask! Did you make that call (i think it was?) about if they were cool with your dad in the spa for his tattoos?

Oh, I didn't think I'd get travel asks! I'm always happy to talk about travel, haha.

I had to fuckin SEARCH, tbh. I did find a phone number, but I don't have great hearing so I struggle with phone calls sometimes. I always prefer to communicate via text when possible. (I also know a little JSL, but that wasn't really helpful either lmao.) I kept looking for emails or question forms at the tourism board for the little onsen town.

Eventually, I went to their IG and sent them a DM in Japanese like "okay, we're American, we're visiting, and my dad has a couple small tattoos! are there any inns in town/public baths that will allow him in?"

(The fact that we're visibly non-Japanese was actually useful information here; people offer visible foreigners a lot more leeway with this rule because they know you're operating off of different cultural standards. Japanese tattoos are often evidence of, if not criminal activity, then... I guess a person choosing not to visibly separate themselves from people involved in that lifestyle. (Yakuza, etc.) But if they know you're coming from a very different framework, they won't feel that you're trying to frighten/offend anyone. It's kind of complicated, I guess.)

And I'd kind of resigned myself to getting no answer because the IG was not often updated, but I did finally get an answer!!! We were really lucky because only two inns out of the entire town did allow tattoos and by chance I'd chosen one of them. Phew!

That said, I'd kind of worked a backup plan into the reservations if they weren't going to let him in day-of. I booked an inn that had a private bath you could book! So no one would even see the tattoos. :)

More and more ryokan and public baths are allowing tattoos, especially when they're on foreigners, but we're still bringing coverup bandages just in case. Sometimes they're fine with it as long as you cover them up.

[thinplacesradio]

a field of white, three-bladed wind turbines at night, seen through a car's windshield. deep blue sky. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:

[021] THE BALANCE. A CALLER FEELS WISTFUL. THE HOST WATCHES WINDMILLS.

listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:

[static, radio tuning]

[Traveling Sales Rep: Don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right back, after these short messages.] [static, radio tuning]

[click]

Hello and welcome to Thin Places Radio. I’m your host,

and it is the middle of the night. But don’t worry. You’re not alone.

[Thin Places theme] 

I’m coming to you awed from my studio, which is what I like to call this silent, endless field of windmills I’ve found myself at the foot of. I am smaller even than the dot at the center of the blades. Every second, they blink red, then go dark again. Red. Black. Red. Black. There. It’s like they’re all breathing together, or all looking out for something, a hundred eyes opening in unison.

Something is beginning to spin them off in the distance, coming this way. I don’t feel a breeze. The night air is still and empty. But something has them shuddering and turning, faster and faster, moving through the herd like a swarm of biting flies.

So… what is Thin Places Radio? Well, you can call in about anything strange that you’ve got going on in your life - feelings, omens, premonitions, hauntings.

Are you getting help from the other side?

Are you looking for something small?

Are you seeing someone across the street that no one else can see?

When the veil between worlds is thin, we get closer than ever to the strange and the unexplained - but also to each other. Call in, get it off your chest. Lines are open.

[click] [voicemail:]

I am feeling particularly wistful this evening, and wondering if time itself has lost its balance. Maybe, just maybe, there is something out there - smaller than we think it is. 

[click] 

You’ve got me wistful over here, too, caller – next door to you in the neighborhood of the cosmos.

I don’t think time has a balance – or, if she does, not one that I will ever understand.

[steel guitar - eerie, curious music begins]

There is no real moment where the hourglass is balanced. A grain of sand doesn’t suspend itself in midair. The next one is always falling behind it. We never have the present moment. And yet, the present moment is all we ever have.

Time doesn’t need to hold steady. She passes. Sometimes slowly, and sometimes relentlessly, but she never pauses, not once. There is life to live. There is rot to progress. There is hair to gray and water to flow and billboards to peel and bleach white. Even if you lose track of her, she never loses track of you. Well. Of most of us.

We’re all one of those little grains of sand, caller. Everything big is made up of something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. The windmill field is each windmill, and each blade, and each atom of metal, and each person who welded it together in the factory, who loaded its parts onto the train that would bring it across the country to this place, who worked the machinery to piece it all together. And each of those people is every moment they’ve ever been through, and every person they’ve ever loved, and every mistake they’ve ever made, and every bright thing that’s captured their interest or their ire.

Am I making any sense, listeners? Maybe not. I’ll try again. The big things are hard to touch. We let them pass through us and then remember how it felt. We keep the big things in the small things, because the small things are what we have. But that’s good. That makes them easier to hold on to.

I’m here. So are you. All the impossible things exist anyway. And thank God for that.

[click]

[a swarm of creatures]

[click] 

The windmill above me is creaking to life. There’s still no wind, but I can feel something moving, trying to settle around me. The red lights are flashing quicker, now, uneven. There’s a pattern to them that I can’t understand. I think they’re speaking, in whatever way they can, but they aren’t speaking to me. The invisible swarm passes right by me, and around me, but it doesn’t settle – except for the brush of one small animal-insect-something that does not have a taxonomy that lands on the back of my hand, for just a second. I feel chitin or scales or feathers or fur. And then it’s gone, and everything, including the windmills, is still again.

[click]

Thank you for listening, callers, and thank you for calling, listeners. I hope you feel a little bit lighter. I know I do. As always, our number is 717.382.8093. That’s 717.382.8093. Until next time. I’ll be here.

[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: the - road - provides - the - road - provides -]

Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. The voice of Your Host is Kristen O’Neal.

Tonight’s voicemail was left for us by Kent. Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music tracks you heard in tonight’s episode are: the Thin Places theme, by Miles Morkri, and Unearthed by Miles Morkri. If you have a question to ask, a story to tell, or a suggestion for the host, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093. The lines are always open.

[Thin Places Theme outro]

[indecisive-dizzy]

there was a FuckiN SCORPION IN MY ROOM

THE BASTARD

[rabbit-rays]

image id: a series of pen sketches of my original characters from resurrection gambit. the first shows raymond (he/they) a humanoid robot with a rectangular head with a single eye on the right side. he's wearing an unbuttoned short sleeve button up shirt and is standing casually. a small doodle to the right shows the side of his head, which has a number of stickers on it. the next shows trench (she/her), who has an angular face with a built in gas mask and long arms with too many joints in the wrist. she has a number of piercings on angular protrusions on her head, and is wearing layered shirts and a skirt with multiple belts. the next shows sixer (any pronouns), an android with a human face connected to a mechanical back of the head. he has short curly hair, multiple piercings, and is wearing a tanktop over a mesh shirt with a large jacket. she's standing with her hands in her pockets and looking into the distance with a bored expression. the next shows VC0 (ve/vir) who is seen both as an old fashioned wall intercom unit with a small screen and a holographic form that appears as a giant millipede. the next shows primary install (it/its or they/them for friends), a humanoid robot with a head shaped like a searchlight. it has a tired expression and is standing with it's arms crossed, wearing an old tshirt and sweatpants. the last drawing shows ego (xe/xyr) who has a flat, screenlike face on a wide segmented neck, and is wearing a leather jacket over a vneck. xe has a sword on xyr back and sharp, claw like hands. end id.

please welcome to the stage RESURRECTION GAMBIT! - a shitty garage punk band made up of a bunch of robots. theyre not like, good, but there's not a lot of options for live music in the greasepit, so people take what they can get.

[marv3l-drag0ns]

we made it gang. im going 2 bed its shrimp hours tho.

[nomaishuttle]

akso not 2 brag but i had a fucking Awesome idea for my fairies..