#moths n’ mantids

[moths-and-mantids]

Society should have screaming rooms

Just free rooms with minimal furniture and a few fidget toys, completely soundproof, and you just go in there and scream or sing your fucking head off

Cuz sometimes I just need to vocally stim but if I don’t do it loud enough it’s just not a good feeling

Blegh anyways sign my petition to make screaming rooms or smthn idk how to end posts

[flatfuckfridays]

So uh- in terms of the discord server, can anyone join or would you rather it be just the people you know well? Like just for reference, I don't wanna join and then its suddenly awkward (which is the normal experience for me but still-)

Ooc// Anyone can join, yes! Just keep in mind:

A large portion of the server is character/oc rp, but we do have plenty of channels and things to do for anyone without a character or just not wanting to rp for whatever reason

Please keep things relatively pg and light, we understand dark humor but at times it can be a tad triggering or uncomfortable (& any 18+ stuff is restricted to Val’s studio or dms)

Go ahead and dm this blog or my main ( @moths-and-mantids ) if you have any questions!

[moths-and-mantids]

@padawanannasdatapad petition to give the Turtle Net bros their very own Klunk

Maybe Mikey adopts him after the current arc is over… poor boi’s gonna need an emotional support cat /lh

Big!Klunk's relationship with the other rise brothers :)

This giant cat has consumed me I love him

[moths-and-mantids]

ROTTMNT HAS BEEN TRENDING ON THE BIRD APP.

SAW A THING WHERE IT SAID IF THE MOVIE’S NUMBERS WENT UP ENOUGH BEFORE SEPT. 1 WE MIGHT GET IT BACK??

Anyways don’t mind me spam posting rottmnt while the movie plays on eight devices in the background I’m so normal about this show

[flatfuckfridays]

OOC//

Me, a person who gets anxious and thinks I’m being rude every time I so much as look at someone wrong:

Also me: huh, what if I made an askblog for an absolute asshole

[moths-and-mantids]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

AAAAH- /pos

I very much appreciate the sentiment Skully ^^

And I’m gonna tag everyone instead of sending ya all asks ^^💧

*DEEP BREATH* HERE WE GO-

@the-starry-cove-of-an @the-turtle-fan @starmuses3 @corrupt-skittle @veeswims @dynogadget @neon-leonz @yuichiiusagii @emerson-the-psycho @awful-amatuer @donniesexceptionalmind @neonleonsmessymindpalace @raph-a-roni @angelo-the-doctor-of-feelings @calikoul @ccloudyskiess14 @turtle-sister-april @future-boy-casey @finleyforevermore @skullivan-the-dawg @clown-froggi @dragonsmindramblings @notjustdragonspages @tempest-time-ward @worldofkaida @ryokosthoughts

oKAY!! I believe that is everyone!

Also gonna use this mass-tag to make sure everyone knows they are loved (/p), appreciated, and to try and take care of themselves!

You’re all paw-some people and I’ve really enjoyed interacting with everyone and having fun on the TurtleNet!!

LOTS OF AIR HUGS FROM XINO, CURIO, AND MOTH! <3

[homoptera]

blessed little creatures:

lepidoptera

hymenoptera

araneae

diplopoda

isopoda

dictyoptera

[bloody-peach]

Anything For a Friend Part 1: A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader smut fic)

(gif made by me)

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Now Playing: Closer x Beautiful is Boring, Animal, Blood (please listen to these while reading this, you will not regret it)

Goodie bag: vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, cock rubbing, tentacles, mating season, monster sex, monster fucking, rough sex, cursing, creampie, wall sex, somewhat of a slow burn at first [let me know if i miss anything]

A/N: Okay, so before I continue, I feel the need to say something. I know Alastor is aroace. I know it, you know it, we all know it. In the show's canon, I completely respect that. I have a friend that's aroace, and I have a deep respect for them and the community. However, this story is outside of canon, where anything goes. Plus, in this, Alastor still doesn't normally feel sexual attraction towards anyone, except when he's in his rut. But he is not aromantic in this. You can say he's demi-romantic; there needs to be a very deep connection between him and the target of the affection in order for romance to occur, hence why it happens here due to him and Y/N being so close. So yeah, no disrespect is intended here. I just want to give the people what they want. Besides, I'm clearly not the only one who is guilty of putting Al in sexual situations. I'm just aware of the implications this could bring and tried to give it some respect to the character. So if you're offended by even the idea of Alastor being romantic or him having sex at all, feel free to skip this. I won't blame you one bit. Anyways, enjoy!

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk @moths-and-mantids

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It was the beginning of October. Something was going on at the hotel. Alastor was staying away from everyone, holing himself in his room. You knew this wasn’t like him. Today, when you first confronted him about his odd behavior, he pushed you away and ran to his room. He had a panicked look in his eyes, which was an expression you never saw from him before. That’s how you knew something was wrong. You asked around the hotel to find out what happened, but they just told you that they didn’t know and to just let him be. But you refused, you knew you had to help him somehow, regardless of what everyone else said. That night, you walked up to his door and knocked on it.

Alastor softly groaned, turning his head slightly to glare at the door. As he walked to the door and prepared his speech in his mind, he heard your voice. “Alastor...? It’s me, Y/N. Are you okay?” He opened the door and was surprised to see you standing there, a worried expression marring your normally cheerful features. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh as he tried to control himself. “Y/N...” He muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Despite his efforts to push you away to keep you safe, here you were, like a loyal little puppy. He avoided eye contact and said, “I said I don’t want any company. Please, just go.”

You noticed how disheveled he looked, his suit in disarray and partially open, exposing the scar on his chest from his fight with Adam. His breathing was heavy, like he had done something strenuous inside his room. You focused on the task at hand, saying, “You’ve been avoiding everyone all day and been so distant towards me. You’ve never acted like that before. Did something happen?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his heart beating faster as he looked at you. He knew that he should maintain distance, but seeing you so concerned about him made it even harder to resist the primal urges inside him. With a deep breath, he tried to gather his thoughts and come up with an explanation that wouldn’t reveal what was really going on. “It’s nothing important,” he muttered, attempting to sound dismissive. But the worry in your eyes made him rethink his response. “Just a minor issue, really. Now please, go back to your room.” He took a step forward, trying to usher you away from his room. His tentacles were starting to emerge from his back, twitching slightly, antsy to just grab you and pull you in.

You look into his eyes and knew he was lying. “I know you’re lying, Alastor. Your eyes give away so much. Right now, they’re saying, ‘Help me’.” His gaze flickered briefly before returning to its normal coldness, masking the conflict within him. “No, really, I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” However, despite his words, he couldn’t shake off the desire burning brightly inside him. With a pleading glance and then a defeated sigh, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing you entrance into his room. “Come in. Please, sit down.” He pointed towards the antique couch in the corner, trying to distract himself with tidying up some papers strewn across his desk as you sat down. You noticed that his room was a total mess, things flung all over the floor, scratches on the walls and furniture. Even the couch you were sitting in had some claw marks embedded on it. As you looked around, he busied himself with picking up random items and placing them back neatly, hoping the movement would help calm his racing thoughts. But you noticed something. “Alastor...? You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”

Alastor froze mid-movement, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto a stack of papers. “Fuck...” He cursed under his breath, his eyes soon meeting yours. “I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to involve you in this. I promise that everything is under control.” He quickly set down the papers and attempted to regain his posture, fixing his suit and tying his bow tie nervously. “Perhaps we can chat in the morning when things have settled down?” He suggested, offering his signature smile. Deep down, he knew he needed help, but admitting weakness wasn’t easy for someone like him. For now, he could only hope that time would ease his torment. You got up and walked over to him, gently taking his hand and looking at him. You spoke in a concerned yet soothing voice, “Please...tell me what’s going on. I want to help you, Alastor. I don’t care what it is, I’ll help you no matter what.” Alastor hesitated for a moment, his mind battling between acceptance and denial. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh and gently gripped your hand, feeling a wave of warmth emanating from your touch. Despite his fear right now, Alastor found solace in your presence, knowing that you were willing to stand by him no matter what. Your unwavering support was both comforting and overwhelming; it reminded him how much he truly cared for you.

You and him were like two peas in a pod, the closest of friends. You two were so close, you were the only one permitted to touch him without any consequences. Even Rosie was surprised when she saw you two hug at one point. It was clear you both cared for each other deeply, but Alastor, being himself, was always one to deny it when others brought it up. But deep down, Alastor admired your compassion and putting others before yourself. He didn’t know why, it was something about you that drew him to you. If there was one person he could trust with his life, it was you.

“It...It’s my rut season again,” he confessed softly, averting his gaze from yours. “I’m usually able to handle this just fine, but...lately, I’ve been struggling to control myself, especially around you.” He gripped your hand tighter, his voice barely audible. “If I lose control, I know I’ll end up hurting you or worse - change into something...most unpleasant.” You smiled and cupped his cheek, turning his head to face you. “Is that what this was all about? Alastor, you had me worried sick.” Alastor looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief as he met your gentle gaze. Your reassuring words eased some of his anxiety, but the fear still lingered in the back of his mind. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said as he leaned into your touch. His heart pounded against his chest, the scent of your perfume wafting through the air. Though he appeared calmer, the tension in his body remained, a testament to the struggle he faced internally. You concern brought him comfort, but it also heightened his awareness of his inner turmoil.

In that moment, you made a decision. You looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alastor...if it really is that troublesome for you...I’ll help you through it.”

Alastor’s eyes shot wide and a small blush appeared on his cheeks, a look very unlike Alastor. He shook his head vigorously, pulling away slightly. “No, no, it’s fine. Really, I appreciate your offer, but--.” That’s when you hugged him before he could finish his sentence. Surprised yet pleased by your bold move, Alastor hesitated for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, returning the hug. The warmth of your body against his calmed him somewhat, and he leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes. You spoke gently, “Alastor...I care about you. Deeper than just friends. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you through anything. Please...let me help you here.”

Normally, he would be repulsed at the idea of having sex. He never felt any sexual attraction to anyone, not even when he was a human. But even asexuals have their bodily urges, whether they want to or not. And since he became a demon, these urges became stronger, much stronger. He had thought about coming to you for this, but he was afraid of chasing you away. He cared for you as deeply as you did for him, and he didn’t want to ruin that. Finding a friend like you in Hell is like finding a diamond in a vast desert, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and throw that away. But seeing you being so supportive and seeing your want to help him, he started to second guess his choices. Maybe it was okay to let you help him. It was just a friend wanting to help another one out with something they were dealing with, and they were pretty close already. Plus, this could help him deal with the month much easier if there was someone to help him release the constant urges, and it was a way for them to make their bond stronger than anything.

“Alright, Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice breaking slightly. “If that’s what you truly want, then I’ll accept your help.” In that instant, he felt a sudden surge of strength coursing through him, as if some invisible weight had lifted off from his shoulders. “Thank you...thank you,” he repeated, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. You smiled and wiped a tear away from his eye before you leaned in and kissed him softly and tenderly. Alastor’s lips parted involuntarily at your touch, his tongue tentatively seeking entry into your mouth. The taste of your lips against his own sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making it difficult for him to think straight. However, he forced himself to pull away after a brief moment. “I...I can’t...I..I...We’re in public...” You were confused for a moment until you realized that the door was left wide open, anyone could walk by and see the current scene. You walked over and closed the door, locking it. You turned back to Alastor and said, “Now we’re in private.” Alastor blinked for a moment and then he let a low growl escape him, his eyes gleaming dangerously as he walked towards you. “Private or not..We need to focus on the conversation first.” Despite his words, he couldn’t ignore the animalistic urge gnawing at him, demanding release. You were a bit confused. “What conversation is there to have? Boundaries?” Alastor chuckled softly, tilting his head. “I suppose there is that, isn’t there?” Fed up by his attempts at avoiding the inevitable, you decided to lay it on him. You looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll just give it to you straight, since it’s easier that way. I’m open for making this friendship deeper. I’m willing to give myself to you if it’ll help you though this rut. I’m not worried about you hurting me, I can handle a lot more than you think. All I want to do is to help you, and there’s only one way to do it. I don’t know how you feel about it, but that’s how I feel.”

Alastor stared at you, his eyes widened and his heart pounding in his chest as he processed your words. This revelation was more than what he expected, but despite his confusion and apprehension, Alastor couldn’t deny the swelling desire within him. Slowly, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet firm. “Y/N...” He breathed out your name, his voice laced with emotion. “You’re offering yourself...to help me..? Are you sure about this?” His eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. The thought of having you so close was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to be careful not to push you beyond your limits. You nodded, with zero hesitation. “I am. I’m more sure of this than anything,” you said as you cupped his cheek.

Alastor’s breath hitched at your determination, his eyes never leaving yours. Your touch sent electric shocks throughout his body, making it impossible to resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth. You kissed him back deeply, wrapping your arms around him, softly moaning in his mouth. His tentacles stirred restlessly, eager for more than just physical contact. But he focused on the present, savoring the taste of your lips and the feel of your body pressed against his own. In this moment, all other worries seemed trivial compared to the connection you both shared. Alastor groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips firmly as he pinned you to the wall. The sensation of your body against his, coupled with the sound of your moans, drove him wild. Breaking the kiss, he said softly yet seductively, “God, you taste divine...” His voice was raged, his eyes half-closed in lust. “Let’s...let’s get you undressed, shall we?”

With that, he began unbuttoning your shirt, his movements hurried yet precise, his mind fixated solely on satisfying his primal desires. He pulled open your shirt and the tentacles remove it along with your bra. You moaned softly as you felt the tentacles brush along your skin. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare breasts, his breath catching in his throat. With deft precision, two of his tentacles wrapped around each of your breasts, gently pinching and stroking your nipples simultaneously. Hearing your moans made his smile widen and his eyes close half-way. “How beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The rest of this tentacles danced around you, exploring every inch of exposed skin, their movements slow and deliberate. Despite his best efforts, as he watched the tentacles remove the rest of your clothes, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was more than just a conquest - it felt like something sacred, something meaningful. Maybe it was.

You moaned as the tentacles wrap around you, they felt so warm against your skin. Alastor’s eyes roamed greedily over your naked form, drinking in every curve and contour of your body. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric, begging for release. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Just perfect.” Without further ado, he took his jacket and shirt off and then pushed his pants down, freeing his massive member from its confines. It stood erect and ready, dripping with pre-cum, as he went up to you. He leaned so his lips were to your ear and purred, “Tell me, my lovely Y/N. Do you want this? Do you want me to claim you fully?” His tentacles continued to explore your body, teasingly brushing against your sensitive spots, driving you wild. You looked at him, your eyes and voice full of desire, “Yeah..I..I do..” You then reached out and stroked his cock while licking his neck. Alastor hissed at your touch, his entire body tensing in response. You stroked him gently, your hand warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. He looked at you, his eyes glowing red. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He grasped your waist, pulling you closer, aligning his erection to your pussy. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, his voice heavy with desire. “This is going to be rough, my dear. I can’t promise to hold back completely.” He paused, waiting for your answer, knowing full well that despite your willingness, you deserved to make an informed decision. You cupped his cheek again and smiled as you nodded. You spoke in a voice full of need and desperation, “Please...put it in...” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His hips bucked forward, pushing his length inside you with one swift motion, causing him to groan in pleasure. The sound of your moan was muffled against his neck as he buried himself to the hilt, his member stretching you wide. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly, supporting your weight as he started moving rhythmically, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at each thrust. Each powerful thrust send waves of pleasure coursing through the both of you, growing your arousals. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he lost control of himself. “Oh sweet Satan, you’re tight!” He growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “You feel amazing, so fucking good...” His pace quickened, becoming faster and harder, matching the intensity of your mutual desire. You couldn’t help but let out your moans, “Ohh fuck...so good..!” Seeing your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy and hearing your words spurred him on. His thrusts grew frantic, his hips slamming against yours relentlessly. “That’s it, take it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Take everything I have.” The room echoed with the sounds of your passion, filled with gasps and moans. His tentacles brushed against your skin delicately, adding another layer of stimulation to the already intense experience.

As he kept thrusting, you saw him start to change. He let out a animalistic growl as his transformation accelerated, his body shifting under the influence of his primal urges. His antlers grew much larger, their points almost scraping the ceiling, while his muscles bulged with power. His eyes changed, the sclera turning black and his irises glowing red, drool dripping from his mouth that showed his sharp teeth. “Fuck, Y/N...” His voice was deep and guttural now, his full demon form now on display. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to possess and devour?” Each thrust became more violent, his movements brutal yet tender, driven by an insatiable hunger only you could satiate. His tentacles pulsed erratically, eager to join in the frenzy, but bode their time to let Alastor be the star of the show. You moaned even louder, losing your mind over the pleasure. “Ahh..A..Alastor...! Y..Yes..! I’m yours..! I..I belong to you...!” Alastor’s eyes glowed crimson, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony. “Yes!” He roared, his voice echoing through the room. “You’re mine, Y/N! My sweet, sweet Y/N!” With a final thrust, he came inside you, his seed spilling out in hot waves, causing you to cum so hard, your mind was gone. His final few thrusts caused a second orgasm to rock your body. His body shook violently and once he left his high, he slowly transformed back to his normal form.

He grabbed you and collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, panting heavily. He pulled you close, gently grabbing your chin, and whispering, “You’re mine, forever and always.” His tentacles finally joined the fray, caressing your skin gently, soothing the ache left behind by your passion. You held him, your hands gently rubbing his back. Once you looked at him, you saw that he was grinning mischievously. You were wondering why until you felt the tentacles grab you, wrapping around you. “You know I couldn’t hold them back forever.” Each tentacle danced across your skin, exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. They slid into you and into your ass, mimicking his previous thrusts, stretching you wide and filling you up, going deeper than he ever could. You felt one tentacle slip over to your lips and when you let out a moan, it slipped into your mouth, going deep down your throat. You couldn’t help but suck on the appendage invading your mouth and filling your stomach with its essence. Despite the fullness, you couldn’t help but moan at the sensations, your body still craving more. “You’re such a precious little thing, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So sweet, so perfect.” His tentacles continued their rhythmic dance, keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes gleamed with desire, promising many more nights like this to come.

“You thought it was just one time, sweetheart? Come on now, you know better than that. Oh, this is just the beginning, my dear. We’re in for one wild night...”

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[bloodypeachblog]

Rocky Horror Picture Show cast list w Hazbin Hotel characters, GO!

Alastor as The Narrator

Valentino as Dr. Frank N Furter

Vaggie as Brad

Charlie as Janet

Velvette as Magenta

Angel Dust or Niffty as Columbia

Husk as Eddie

Vox as Riff Raff

Lucifer as Dr. Scott

Cherri Bomb as Rocky (I couldn't think of a better option for Rocky. Feel free to offer any suggestions in the replies!)

And the Frankenstein castle is just the Hazbin Hotel.

Dude, I'd watch the shit outta that!

@omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @moths-and-mantids @pinkhimecat @neonvehk what do you guys think?

[moths-and-mantids]

Just finished making a picrew of myself and the picrew chain fuckign VANISHED >:(

N e ways here it is

[moths-and-mantids]

Just had to touch a Bad Textureᵗᵐ so I’ll be unable to get that awful feeling off of my nerve receptors for the next while T-T

Sensory issues suck

[sekhisadventures]

Xiaren

Important Stories:

Whispers of a Coming War: Xiaren is visited by the Harbinger at her home in Halfhill one night while being tormented by the sha that has possessed her since the war in Pandaria. Xal'atath offers to teach her how to control the sha and turn it into a weapon in exchange for her aid.

The Darkness Below: Nelen, Jaie, Nitika, and their new ally Uh'kue go to the earthen village of Taelloch to attempt to uncover what happened to it's residents, only to find Xiaren there. When she realizes that they were in Pandaria during the war she flies into a frenzy and attacks them with the aid of the skardyn.

Race: Pandaren

Class: Sha Sorceress

Eye Color: N/A (she doesn't have eyes)

Birthplace: A village near the wall in the Valley of Four Winds, long since destroyed by the mantid.

Residence: Currently quartered in a special area of the City of Threads designated for Xal'atath's non-nerubian followers.

Abilities:

Command the Corrupted: By drawing on her ties to the sha possessing her, she can inflict void corruption on others and exert influence over those who have been corrupted. The level of control depends on the level of intelligence the victim has. Some void corrupted lose all sanity and intelligence, becoming nearly feral and easy for her to control. The ones that stay more lucid are difficult to control.

See Through the Shadows: Despite being blind, Xiaren can see by using the 'eyes' of the sha possessing her. By drawing on their bond she sees what it sees, though it can be disorienting as the view is from over her own shoulder.

Summon Voidgate: Xiaren can open a gateway through the Void to travel between locations. She can bring others with her, but the experience is... disturbing to say the least. The Void is not the most stable of places.

History

Wars have consequences. When the Alliance and Horde came to Pandaria it caused an outbreak of sha activity that hadn't been seen since the days of Emperor Shaohao. Soon after the mantid of the Dread Wastes began to swarm and caught the unprepared forces of the Shado-pan by surprise as it was far too early for the next swarm.

They descended upon the wall and the lands beyond it like a plague, destroying homes and killing those who couldn't escape... and of those mantid one of their victims was a young pandaren girl named Xiaren.

She was the only survivor of her village, watching her friends and family get cut down one by one by the insect warriors... and her terror and despair drew the sha to her like a moth to a flame.

One of them latched onto her, body and soul, and she fled her village in a blind panic with it's laughter ringing in her ears as the dark entity drank deep of her fear.

She made it to Halfhill, one refugee out of many, and while the farmers did what they could to help them there was so much work to be done in the wake of the war, even years later. She was mostly overlooked by pandaren too busy to help one random kid.

Thus Xiaren grew up in Halfhill an orphan, alone save for the horrible voice in her mind. Every day she would wander through the village listlessly, every night she would wake screaming from the nightmares the sha inflicted upon her to feed upon her terror.

At one point, it all became too much... and the girl broke. Deciding she'd rather see nothing at all than see those horrible sights again, she took a kitchen knife and cut out her own eyes... but even without them the dreams still came back to haunt her every night, until one night someone appeared in her room.

A woman calling herself Xal'atath, with an offer for her. Help her, and she would teach her how to turn her tormentor into a weapon...

By this point Xiaren was bitter and resentful. The Alliance and Horde were seen as heroes, champions of Azeroth... but no heroes saved her family, no heroes came to help her. As far as she cared, they were the cause of her suffering! She wanted to make them hurt! She wanted them to SUFFER!

Thus she accepted Xal'atath's offer, becoming a member of the Order of Night under the Harbinger.

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

Okay I saw in your bio " ask me about my Hollow Knight dnd campaign" and I was just wondering how that process of converting things something that worked with DnD worked?

Like that's super unique and cool world and I can see how lots of things work just fine like Classes n stuff translate perfectly well. But idk just trying to imagine gameifying that world is like beyond me atm.

Sorry if this is a bit broad I dont wanna ask for a essay or anything (tho I'd take one 👀 I'm very intrigued)

Oh yeah!!! This was honestly so much fun to do and while I could do an essay I won't because 90% of it would be enemies

So the biggest part of it was converting the Hollow Knight enemies into D&D Enemies with basic stat blocks, figuring out attacks and damage, that sort of thing. I actually have almost every enemy (I'm still working on fine tuning a few bosses, doing dream bosses, and actually making PK and Dreamer fights). I would give out the stat blocks, but it's a 101 page document so that's a little much

The other thing is race to bug changes, which I actually will put below the cut, and those were actually pretty fun to make, and some of them have special additions. Like flying speeds, the ability to walk up walls, jumping speeds, etc etc.

There's also three different new damages that are based off of things in HK that don't exactly equate to dnd damage: spirit damage (damage from crystals), nightmare damage (related to radiant damage but from grimm), and void damage (damage from the void/void creatures).

Oh! And a few new mechanics that appeared/were premade, like tieflings with a chaotic or evil alignment slowly becoming a vessel (this is a little more complicated, but GOD is it fun!!!), a grimm version of the dream nail called the nightmare nail, possession of deities and gods, sleeping and rolling wisdom checks to not get infected, etc.

There's probably more to come, it's something that we add as cool things appear and are added. like spare the dying killing infected creatures! or crystals being worth insane amounts of gold because sly is the sole capitalist.

Aarakocra → Butterfly

Aasimar → White Moth

Changeling → Stick Bug

Dragonborn → Spider

Dwarf → Leaf-Cutter Ant

Drow → Traitor Mantis

Elf → Praying Mantis

Gnome → Weevil

Half-Elf → Mantid

Half-Orc → Cricket

Halfling → June bugs

Human → Fly

Orc → Cockroach

Tiefling → Rose Wasp

Leonin → Antlion

Goliath → Stink Bug

Bugbear → Water Bug

Firbolg → Shield Bug

Goblin → Aphid

Hobgoblin → Bark Aphid

Constructs → Kingsmold

[moths-and-mantids]

For the record, the moth community does NOT claim that guy

Also the mental image of a flamethrower duck is quite amusing and adorable

Did Charlie tell you how Valentino greet her?

If so..do us a favor and burn that moth-

🍎No she hasn’t told me, but just knowing of his reputation is enough that I wanna use my flamethrower duck on him for even LOOKING at my little girl.🍎

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Nyctibius

Common Potoo by Gmmv1980, CC BY-SA 4.0 

Etymology: Night Feeder

First Described By: Vieillot, 1816

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Paraves, Eumaniraptora, Averaptora, Avialae, Euavialae, Avebrevicauda, Pygostaylia, Ornithothoraces, Euornithes, Ornithuromorpha, Ornithurae, Neornithes, Neognathae, Neoaves, Strisores, Caprimulgiformes, Nyctibiidae

Referred Species: N. bracteatus (Rufous Potoo), N. grandis (Great Potoo), N. aethereus (Long-Tailed Potoo), N. leucopterus (White-Winged Potoo), N. maculosus (Andean Potoo), N. griseus (Common Potoo), N. jamaicensis (Northern Potoo)

Status: Extant, Least Concern

Time and Place: From 12,000 years ago through today, in the Holocene of the Quaternary 

Potoos are known from Central and South America, around the Equator 

Physical Description: Potoos are some of the weirdest birds alive today, looking about as ridiculous and muppet-like as any bird can really look. I’m honestly not sure if there is another living dinosaur that looks more like a muppet - and, of course, we don’t know if any extinct dinosaurs could have taken home the gold. The only probable and possible contender is the Frogmouth, which may just be the slightest amount more muppet-like, but it’s a close contest. They have distinctive faces, that are more feather than underlying tissue - their beaks stick out a bit, with a small hooked beak at the end. They have a large mouth, covered in fluff. Their eyes have a general sunken in appearance, which makes them look very large compared to the rest of the face. Their heads are very large compared to the rest of their bodies, and they have long bodies with short wings and long, fluffy tails. So, when they stand up, they look… well, they look like a stump, or a log standing up. They can then make themselves skinnier, which makes their eyes stand out compared to the rest of their bodies… which gives them the general appearance of a completely ridiculous animal. They can range in size from 21 to 58 centimeters, and range in color from reddish brown, to more orange brown, to more grey in color. This genus is not sexually dimorphic, though some species have variants in color. 

By Charles J. Sharp, CC BY-SA 4.0 

Diet: Potoos eat a lot of insects - from beetles to moths, to mantids, ants, termites, cicadas, leafhoppers, and grasshoppers. 

Rufous Potoo by Eric Gropp, CC BY 2.0 

Behavior: Potoos will hunt by standing extremely still on their perches - often, again, making themselves to look like a continuous log - and waiting for food to appear. Since they’re nocturnal, they are easily missed by the insects, as they blend into the background around them. Then, when they spot the prey, they launch forward, jutting forward to catch the insects and swallow them. Some species are more clumsy in this endeavor than others, though some are able to make leaps over several meters in order to grab the food they desire. They then return to the same post, returning to their previous log-like stillness as they wait for more food to appear. They’ll look around for the food by turning their heads rapidly from side to side - weirdly like owls, though they are not closely related to them at all. These perches can be only one meter off the ground, or up to 19 meters, depending on the forest around the potoo in question. 

Common Potoo by the American Bird Conservancy 

Potoos aren’t the most musical or birds, but they are loud - they make harsh, guttural “bwa-bwa-bwa” calls, similar to laughing or wailing. They can also make drawn out, descending rasps, that are… somewhat more musical at least. They tend to make their sounds mostly at dusk, right before dawn, and also on moonlit nights - so when it is Dark, but not too dark. These sounds, of course, do vary from species to species. There are some courtship calls, including descended calls made by females during the mating ritual, but they aren’t a major feature of these events. So, instead of picturing the great wolves as your moonlight singers, remember: the Potoos can and WILL be making these weird urts, laughs, and whistles, every time the moon is full and out in the sky. Potoos do not migrate, but they do appear to move sporadically in response to season changes and mating territory disturbances. 

Long-Tailed Potoo by Lee R. Berger, CC BY-SA 3.0 

As for nesting, Potoos are not… fantastic at the prospect, because of their tiny legs and weird, weird beaks. This makes them not great at both sitting on the nest and feeding the chicks. Still, they do it anyway, and clearly well enough since they aren’t endangered with extinction. They are monogamous, with both parents working together to incubate the egg and raise the chick, and they don’t build a nest - instead, the egg is laid in a depression on the branch, usually on top of a rotting stump. The male incubates the egg during the day, while the female will do so with the male at night. The chick is hidden almost entirely through camouflage. They hatch about a month later, and then stay in the nest for two more months, being protected by the parents and fed by them as well. They look… like clumps of fungus. Hiding underneath the log of their parents. The parents will defend themselves and the nest with mobbing behavior, crowding a predator and dive bombing it, and also calling at it loudly. In short, these birds are a Giant, Giant mess of Chaos. 

White-Winged Potoo by Mark Sutton 

Ecosystem: Potoos are known primarily from rainforests, and can be found at any level of the forest - some Potoos are known from the understorey, some from the middle, and some from the canopy - it really depends. They’re also found in very swampy forests, depending on the species and the habitats in question. They tend to stick to where there are easily accessible sources of water, regardless, especially rivers and lakes in the jungle. They stick to the deep interior of the forest, not venturing to forest edges much unless driven to by necessity. Some species are also found in mountain forest habitats. They have few natural predators after reaching adult size, though the young are hunted upon by monkeys and falcons. 

Andean Potoo by Isirvio, CC BY-SA 2.0 

Other: Potoos are a part of the Stirsorians, a group of WEIRD BIRDS that are adapted for a variety of extremely unique ecological niches, usually depending on their flight style. Close relatives of the Potoo include the Frogmouth, Nightjars, Oilbirds, Swifts, and Hummingbirds, among others. Potoos are highly adapted for their nocturnal lifestyle, adapted to blend in with their forested surroundings above all else. None are threatened with extinction at this time, though of course some species are rarer than others, and all are vulnerable to climate change and extensive habitat destruction in the American Rainforests. They are also quite uncommon birds, which of course affects their vulnerability as well. 

Northern Potoo by Dominic Sherony, CC BY-SA 2.0 

Species Differences: The different species of Potoo vary mainly on size, coloration, habitat, and location. The Rufous Potoo is one of the most notable, being very red in color and also the smallest species; it is known from northern Amazonia, in the middle and lower storeys of the forest. Great Potoos are the heaviest species, and greyish to yellowish brown; they are found in the canopy of Amazonia. The Long-Tailed Potoo is the longest species, and is a darker brown; it is found in lowland forest in Amazonia. The White-Winged Potoo has - you guessed it - white wings, and is small in size; it is found in the canopy of lowland Amazonia rainforest. The Andean Potoo is very dark and Extremely Muppety, and is found in mountain forests in the Andes Mountains. The Common Potoo is the most middle brown of them all and very middle in size, so the Averagest Potoo of them All; it is found in wet open woodland, usually at forest edges and the canopy, throughout Northern South America. The Northern Potoo is similar to the Common Potoo but usually larger, and it is also found in forest edges, but in Central America and the Carribean.

~ By Meig Dickson

Sources Under the Cut 

Clements, J. F., T. S. Schulenberg, M. J. Iliff, D. Roberson, T. A. Fredericks, B. L. Sullivan, and C. L. Wood. 2017. The eBird/Clements checklist of birds of the world: v2017.  

Cohn-Haft, M. (2019). Andean Potoo (Nyctibius maculosus). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Cohn-Haft, M. (2019). Common Potoo (Nyctibius griseus). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Cohn-Haft, M. & Kirwan, G.M. (2019). Great Potoo (Nyctibius grandis). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.  

Cohn-Haft, M. & Kirwan, G.M. (2019). Long-tailed Potoo (Nyctibius aethereus). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Cohn-Haft, M. & Kirwan, G.M. (2019). Northern Potoo (Nyctibius jamaicensis). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Cohn-Haft, M. & Kirwan, G.M. (2019). Rufous Potoo (Nyctibius bracteatus). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

Cohn-Haft, M. (2019). White-winged Potoo (Nyctibius leucopterus). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

in the Gray’s Agenda

if Everything Go’s according to Plan, all of the world will be destroyed for a new one 

Mason’s will not be Part of the new world 

nor any reptile 

n the End .... I’ll Do Battle 

what thay Put us threw is Unacceptable ! 

No Manner or Amount of forgiveness can Happen upon the gray’s and the Mantid’s for the Life we Lived 

No reason or Excuse either can aid them 

what thay did was the Most Unholy and Horrid thing ever !! 

and there is Nothing thay can do to Make this Up ..... thay Dammed them self, With this fucking agenda .... and i Wonder who the Queen of them is there Power Source .... i might be titania ... the Old Goddess Went Missing 411 or did she just Borrow into the Heart of the Hive Again ... to be the Queen to Save the fae aka the Insectoid’s ... in the Long ago Past she took the word of the tall Gray’s as Gospel.  

but she went Missing 

i Wonder if she never Went missing but too the Hive over ... the Alien Gray Hive’s, maybe the Queen, is Titania ... all along 

if so .... i Guess n the end ... We are Going to need to Battle our Holy Mother n order to kill the Power Source of the Gray’s n order to end them ... Once  for All

( Once she is dead, all Holy Source of fae energy that Go’s to All Insect’s will die out ... forever ....  She is the Source of Life force to all thing’s Bug ... and that Go’s Beyond Insect type Bug’s !  )

if the death of Our Holy Moth is what it is Going to take n order to, Get Justice, then it will be a Sacrifice, . . .Well Made ....