#leif's request spoilers

[tangleslime2]

Their asses are NOT wearing proper protective equipment!

[mouse-drawings]

Beastbug Leif!

Kabbu | Vi | Leif (you are here!)

Leif joins the party! As a weird octopus.

More info under the cut. Spoilers! Many a spoiler!

Leif's beast form is a cordybug. He is mostly affected by magic and psychological triggers.

Psychological triggers are traumatic experiences that often result in other responses like memory loss, identity loss... Such experience would also trigger a transformation. More often than not, after such transformation the beast bug does not transform back. Or if they do, they don't come back "right", lacking memories of past selves.

Leif is the youngest beastbug in the team as their transformation happens the latest.

Vi and Kabbu find him as usual, but over the course of the game events, as he gets more stressed and interacts with more magic, his condition worsens. Fighting the Zommoth and/or the Everlasting King is enough to trigger his transformation, which costs him his legs and one arm.

Technically, he can use cordyceps for his arm, he just covers both arms with Mothiva Branded Mittens (the most awful thing to come out of all of that).

They have a few ways of transportation:

A wheelchair, which gets upgraded later to have many cool features. Including, but not limited to, an emergency ejection.

Floating with magic ice. Also used as a cork.

Attaching themselves to one of their teammates like a leech. It's their favorite method. Fast, easy and gets them everywhere.

[mantisgodsart]

You were something, before you were made of Blight. Young. Foolish, perhaps. Moth, and nothing else.

Perhaps you lost something in becoming a beast. Perhaps you are nothing but better for it.

(Pre-Zommoth Kjdrira)

[ghost-of-hallownest]

exploring a creepy cave, i hope nothing bad happens

[bugasaurusrex]

Hey! I made my first official animatic mwehehehehe bug fables fans you should check it out :D

[merbis]

Leif: are we a dad to chompy?

Vi: Umm, I guess?

Kabbu: Er, are you okay? You look upset.

Leif: we're a dad...

Leif is subconsciously grieving his child headcanon.

Vi: Oh geez he's crying. Kabbu, what should I- Why are you crying???

[dat-is-i]

this is basically what happened in upper snakemouth, right

[mantisgodsdomain]

we would like to hear what the normal usual moth activities are and also who's in the time loop (re: the wip ask game)

WELL! Normal usual moth activities are Normal and Usual and Standard and perfectly usual for moths of all kinds. It's one of our Very Fun Whumptober prompt fics that kind of grew a mind of its own (more specifically for "hold them down") in which Leif gets injured on a mission while the only member of Team Snakemouth available, and thus has to lean on the other Explorer's Association members to patch them back up.

As you can probably see from the prompt title, it goes Bad, and everything goes downhill from here. Also has one of our personal favorite dialogue segments which we are putting below the cut.

And, uhh, Scarlet. Scarlet is in the time loop. More specifically, Scarlet is in a time loop where he is backed into a corner with two very unconscious bugs that are Very Easy to pin on him, in which he has about five minutes of prep time to look Not Suspicious and/or prevent Team Snakemouth from beating his skull in.

He does not know the end of loop conditions. He has a very limited amount of life force. Leif's specific mode of "vision" is not actually significantly impaired by most walls. Everything is going terribly.

Normal moth activities below cut:

“He’ll probably be fine later,” Zasp offered, speaking up for the first time since the meeting had started. “He’s still moving around, so he’s probably not dying.”

“There is a hole. In his chest.”

Zasp blinked at Kina, squinting as if she’d just asked something wholly stupid. “Yes…?”

“People die when they have holes in their chests. Generally.” Maki felt a bit as though he was falling into another dimension. “From bleeding. And damage to the ganglia.”

Zasp squinted at him. “Leif isn’t bleeding”

“I dunno, dude, his ganglia looked- pretty damaged to me,” Celia piped up. “Like, uhh, dangling out of his chest damaged, which-“

“He didn’t die last time he had his ganglia dangling out of his chest. And he got back to normal pretty quickly once I put them back in.”

Maki took a moment to process that. A very, very long moment. He could see Kina’s face going completely blank wth dumbfounded bafflement out of the corner of his eye.

“…last time?” Levi finally asked, looking as though he very much did not want to know the answers that might come from such a question. Zasp nodded, seeming to put no weight at all into their expression.

“Yes. Last time. In the lost sands, with the dune scorpion? Do you not- Mothiva, back me up here?”

“Oh, was that what you were doing when you wandered off during the tour?”

“Yes.”

“Can we get back to the part where his brains were hanging out of his chest? Please?”

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

@febuwhump Day 11 - ALT PROMPT - Last Man Standing

Hello. Another alt prompt. A lot of them didn't really hit the spot, whump-wise, so we're sort of budgeting our replacements here - don't worry about the delay on the last two days, we were travelling and watching small children and not particularly available. This one's Fun Leif Activities!

Leif can't remember how long he's been here.

He stands over his teammates, tense and ready. There are monsters in these woods, beasts who will rip them asunder- beasts that have already done all too much after them. His wings are flared in a display of threat, his muzzle frozen over with icy fangs, his fur a bristling array of needles.

He can't remember what it was he was fighting. He can't remember why. It doesn't matter. His bones and his guts twist to suit his need. He bares his teeth at those he only knows as enemy, and he flares his wings, and he bites and scratches and shreds at those who get too close.

If they get to his teammates, then they're dead. If he loses, then they're dead. There is no room for error. There is no room for rest. There is no room for mercy.

(There's something wrong with his hands. There's something wrong with his eyes. There's something wrong with his antenna.)

Leif turns on his heel, baring fangs at yet another enemy. The warning he speaks is in a language he cannot comprehend. He has a program for it, somewhere, but he cannot run it now- too much space, too much processing. He has a duty, he must perform it well, he must perform it without error or falter or-

(He maintains the ice over their bodies. Preservation. Cryogenics. The brain doesn't begin to rot until the heart's been stopped for four to six minutes.)

Daggers of ice stop most enemies in their tracks. Yowled curses and slashing blows make up for the rest. His shell grates up against itself as he lunges, twisted at angles it was never meant to go. The discomfort doesn't matter.

He has to protect them. Or they will die.

(Brain activity fully ceases after ten minutes. The person is considered brain dead. To restart a heart, there must be some electrical activity remaining.)

He has to protect them. Or they will die.

(A bee's muscles will lock up in environments under 55° farenheight, preventing it from flying. When below freezing temperatures, a bee's body will slowly cease to function. Eventually, it will shut down entirely as its bodily fluids freeze.)

He has to protect them. Or they will die.

(A northern scarab beetle can persist in temperatures below zero for up to six hours at a time due to the minor warm-blooded adaptations present in the north and the high degree of insulation offered by their unique shell structure. Despite this, the species still relies on hibernation to survive the winter, much like its unawakened kin. Deprived of a burrow or shelter, they will still eventually die of exposure.)

He has to protect them. Or they. Will. Die.

ZM-28 bares its teeth at an enemy, barking out a warning in a language that it doesn't speak. The enemy does not heed it. Their chitin crunches beneath its ice, its claws, its teeth. They flee with nothing more inflicted than a handful of daggers, shoved into its shell. An acceptable margin of injury. A fix to be completed later. No significant detriment. The half-eaten ganglia severed are nonvital enough that they may not even need to be recombined.

Old programs whir in the back of its head. This place is wrong. It is not where it was meant to defend. Frozen moss crunches beneath its feet, rather than frosted tile. The subroutines imbedded in it tell it that it is at the wrong place. The core of its programming protests that it doesn't matter.

It is not a lab guardian. Something in it rejects the idea of being in a lab at all. It has a quarry, and that quarry must be defended. Its paws twist awkwardly under it as it moves to check on its quarries, touching up the ice that contains them.

It was not meant to die. It was not meant to be killable. It was built with immortality in mind, to fuel the continued survival of its creators. Its subroutines are carried to serve those creators once they succeed.

Its creators are gone, and its colony is dead and dying, and all that matters is to protect.

It flings an icicle at an enemy.

All that matters is to protect.

[chortlebot]

idk who needs to hear this but if you like leif bug fables you should listen to skin by oingo boingo signed me who listened to that song again recently and went OUH

[tangleslime2]

I was thinking about zombees again, because that's what I do, and I was wondering how the scientists got that many bees.

So I concluded that someone in the hive was doing bee trafficking. And was probably being paid with technology or something.

AND THEN I REMEMBERED THAT HB USES ROACH TECHNOLOGY FOR HER INVENTIONS.

[shatteredstabilityau]

You are...

Not meant to be found.

The future will forget you.

Forget it in return. For it has no kindness for you.

The present is all that's left for you, deep within the belly of the snake.

The present is a gift.

Treat it as such.

[mantisgodsart]

The ground creaked, a horrible, grating noise rattling through the air as something pulled its way out of the water, something massive, nearly half a dozen times her size. It smelled like a corpse – a bug’s corpse that had been left to decay for days, or weeks, where spores had settled deep enough that fungi were starting to sprout from their shell, ant and beetle and a horrible mishmash of species she didn’t know. It wasn’t shaped like any kind of macrovolute she knew, and it definitely didn’t move like one, slowly and steadily pulling itself along with four limbs and dragging a massive abdomen that bent like it lacked a shell entirely. It spread wings soddened with water that clung to its body like a slow-flowing solid and looked down on her, nearly five times her size, something oozing from its abdomen as it spoke, a horrific tangle of moth and ant and beetle and something else, twisted and distorted as if mimicked by a fungal console. <query><id>

[ultimaxinatank]

Hello and welcome to "Glitchi's out of context reactions to Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling"

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[glitchi-art]

Bugs!! All of them belong to amazing people of Bug Fables Amino >:Dc

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Lab Over Snakemouth [Bug Fables Remix] by Axye.

Gives me a mix of Metroid and Kingdom Hearts vibes