#not a crab but a creepy-crawly so ... :))

[melodious-tear]

Scorpy 🖤

[somewhatidealname]

Related to his sense of touch/feeling… Is Springtrap aware of the body inside himself or does he consider himself one whole mass? Like, some kind of cognitive separation between the outside fabric/metal part and the fleshy part? And, would it be painful for him if you were to touch the fleshy part or would you die before you get the chance? (maybe with a 10ft pole haha)

Your art is very lovely and your headcanons as well! I had a “Spring loses his memory” hc as well so it’s interesting to see the difference. Cheers!

that's a really good question and honestly something i hadn't fully considered. i would say he isn't even aware of the remains within them. like yes he's got holes in him and surely he's seen creepy crawlies make themselves at home with him (ew) but you could take off his suit's face and he'd be like wtf. he probably thinks of himself as one whole body

i think his endoskeleton is much more sensitive to touch than his outer body. more sensitive to pain? i don't know. he can feel pain from an electric shock, though. that'll rattle him for a brief period of time. and maybe if you were to try maintenance on him w/o him realizing he'd jolt from that contact

he's like a hermit crab he's being exposed....

[wazzappp]

ADA TIME

Given her very fun grapple mechanic and nature of weaving webs of plans to best benefit her, I thought a spider would be the obvious creepy crawly to base her off of!

The most obvious mutation is her secondary set of arms. These are extensions of the plagas limbs, similar to Ashley’s wings. UNLIKE Ashley’s wings though, these arms have bones (a loss for the crabs unfortunately). This is because they are VERY STRONG and capable of holding Ada (as well as others) body weight and this muscle needs a rigid structure to pull on. The keratin layers of her armor will help defend her from attacks but they aren’t a strong enough structure to constitute a real exoskeleton. They have 3 fingers and 1 thumb, and are less dextrous than Ada’s primary hands.

The claws and grooves in her fingers on both her primary and secondary hands are to help her keep hold of and manage her web. Her silk comes from spinnerets located on her mid back on either side of her spine. They house her silk glands, spinnerets, and muscular valve which allows her to control when web comes out. Spider silk at this thickness would be stronger than steel, and around 1/5th the weight! It clumps at the end to allow for easier throwing to other areas so she essentially has a natural grappling hook. She could also use it as a weapon, like a whip.

MOAR MANDIBLES. MOAR EYES. RAAAAAGHHHHHH.

Ada's primary eyes are the only ones with eyelids. Her secondary eyes located on her cheekbones and brow-bone always remain open. They greatly increase her awareness of her surroundings by widening her peripheral vision. Cant get snuck up on if you can see real far around you.

Her mandibles tuck into her mouth, just behind her teeth. They fit through a hole made in her teeth that was made by removing her top canine. To keep the appearance of a normal smile, she has a false tooth on the front of her first mandibular joint that fits where the original would be. These mandibles have venomous fangs at the ends that allow her to bite as self defense. There are flexible sections that allow for the mandibles to easily extend and retract in and out of her mouth comfortably (well. relatively comfortably).

Her general proportions are slightly elongated. Being stretched slightly at the joints. This applies to her primary arms and legs, which also have an armor plating to allow for more impactful kicks.

NOW. BEHAVIORAL CHANGES. Ada will feel most comfortable when resting on a web that she has woven. The high concentration of nerves on her fingertips allow her to sense any vibrations that may travel through her web, so she is always aware of any threat at any time. This also encourages her to become a more tactile person. Understanding the texture, shape, and temperature of something through touch will become very important to her understanding of the world.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Okay, in the KNPS AU, we know the Mata and the Metru's stances on pets... how about the Inika/Mahri and the various other Toa? (Helryx, we know your favorite animal is the african grey you own who is just as intimidating as you.)

Bfkshdis okay hang on

Jaller: dog and cat person equally. Has a pet golden retriever and she is the sweetest dog on the planet. Wishes his parents would let him get a crab like Takua's.

Hahli: has farm dogs and barn cats and likes them both fine enough but is a horse girl in her heart of hearts. Is trying so hard to keep that under wraps.

Kongu: Bird Boy. Has a pet budgie. Genuinely debating whether it's named Ka or to go with @avita-anarchy 's suggestion and give him a Kia with a missing i in the logo.

Hewkii: gets emotional about tiny dogs. He and Macku have made many jokes about adopting dogs instead of having kids when they're older. Neither of them is actually joking.

Nuparu: allergic to animal dander. Loves lizards and wants one so bad.

Matoro: walking animal encyclopedia. Loves birds, especially chickens. Firm believer in keeping your fucking cat indoors.

Takua: crab :) became somewhat less enamored by regular pets after they had to clean up after other people's pets on the regular.

Krahka: hates cats. Will not explain why.

Norik: president of the Creepy-Crawly Fan Club. Has been working in conservation efforts for endangered lizards and bugs for decades. Matoro thinks he's so cool and Kualus doesn't feel A Kind Of Way about that

Varian: prefers humans. Animal brains weird her out.

Kualus: has been fascinated by birds since he was a kid. You know that post like "oh you're a bird fan? Name every bird" and then they do? That's Kualus.

Ahkmou: says his favourite animal is snakes because snakes are cool and badass but actually it's goats.

[sincerely-sofie]

So hermit crabs count as bugs?

(Referring to this post)

While they are creepy-crawlies in my eyes, they’re not bugs, and they’re not what I’m getting! A single hermit crab (though you should really get multiple of them at a time) requires a heating pad, much deeper substrate, separate saltwater and freshwater dishes, and much greater horizontal space than what the setup I have can provide. Plus, they need spare shells to swap into as needed, and I don’t have any in that terrarium! They also live up to about two times as long as the pet I’m getting 👀

[neixins]

[ID: nine images of gija from the yona of the dawn manga. he's shown whacking bugs rapidly with a stick while angrily saying "so many bugs!"; looking exhausted; picking up a crab claw with chopsticks and horrifyingly asking "w-w-w-w-what kind of bug is this?!" as an arrow pointing to him declares "his first time eating seafood"; dizzily collapsing as yona looks alarmed; crawling out of a hole as hak asks him "so a dragon god can't even stand up to some bugs?" and frustratedly replying "that's not it! i-i just don't like creepy, crawly, squishy things!"; looking dazed and disheveled after waking up; looking terrified as bugs drop in front of him and screaming "eep! bugs!"; looking horrified as he asks "bugs?! you eat bugs?" and yun, unimpressed, replies "they're nutritious."; and looking mentally defeated while lying down. end ID.]

he's just like me fr

[lords-of-mayhem]

For once something not horny from me. What kinds of pets do you think the LOC guys would have - if they’d have any. This is 100% inspired by my cat being very cute right now 🐈‍⬛

Oooh fun! Okay, let's see.

Metalion - Rats

I feel very strongly about this one. I've had this thought before, but he'd absolutely have pet rats. He carries them around in his pockets and adores them so much.

Occultus - Any animal

Occultus is 100% the type to adopt every animal that needs a home and he loves them all equally. I can see him having a really obscure pet like ferrets or sugar gliders. I also feel like he has a cat. His cat is older than dirt.

Fenriz - Hermit crabs (plus big dog)

I don't know why this one makes so much sense to me, but it does. He has a dog that's absolutely massive and seems so scary, but is genuinely such a sweetheart. Rottweilers immediately come to mind, but it could be any type of dog breed. I see it being very protective over the group.

Faust - None

I don't really see him owning any pets. He likes animals, he just doesn't have the motivation/interest in having one.

Euronymous - Birds (all kinds)

This one is obviously based off the fact Euronymous did have a bird. I think he'd love all kinds of birds.

Manheim - Snake then lizard

Manheim would have a snake because they seem like a cool pet, but he very quickly realizes he cannot handle feeding it live mice/rats. So, he switches over to a lizard, a nice small one that doesn't eat big live things.

Blackthorn - Rabbit or chihuahua

Blackthorn would have an animal that's just as finnicky as he is. He either has a rabbit or a chihuahua that shakes 24/7. Bonus points if he got either as an emotional support pet, but quickly realized he needed an emotional support pet for his emotional support pet. If he has a rabbit, he 100% makes it salads often. He goes out of his way to get the perfect blend of pellets, hay, fruits, and veggies. Varg is confused(tm) by the amount of effort he puts into this task, but it seems to make him happy.

Varg - None

He's indifferent to animals for the most part, he just doesn't have a real interest in them. If this is by the time he's living with Blackthorn, he just settles for having his pets in the house.

Atilla - Snake (scary version)

Atilla owns a snake that is absolutely massive and/or scary. His pet snake also has a habit of escaping from its enclosure which freaks out everyone. The snake also is big enough that it eats larger prey like birds or rabbits. (Manheim does NOT enjoy this fact and WILL pretend it doesn't exist as much as he can.)

Pelle -Snakes, spiders, bugs, butterflies/moths, salamanders, etc.

Pelle doesn't have traditional pets, but he will bring in whatever he catches while out on his forest adventures. He's had many jars that he keeps caterpillars in until they turn into butterflies/moths. It's not uncommon to find jars full of all kinds of creepy crawlies in his room.

He's surprisingly sweet/gentle with these. He's the type to build an entire enclosure, bringing in twigs and leaves for his new friend.

Necrobutcher - Cat or dog (family pet)

Necrobutcher does technically have a pet, but it's not his own. His family would have a cat or dog for him while he's growing up, but that's been the extent of his pet experience.

Hellhammer - Chinchillas

Hellhammer has a pair of chinchillas and they're the biggest assholes alive. They're soft and cuddly, and will bite if anyone except Hellhammer touches them. They love being cuddled by him and literally not another soul in the world.

[yournightowl]

Your Nightowl #036

Crab is cheap V=(° °)=V It used to be expensive, a couple decades ago. And before that, for a couple centuries or so, it was cheap.

Crab was once thought of as a pauper's dish and they used to feed lobster to prisoners. When an ingredient's in high demand, the price goes up- makes sense. But theres a chicken and egg problem in there somewhere. So did it get pricier once people caught on to how good it tasted? Or did it always taste the same, and people just started to overstate their satisfaction when the price went up? Everyone wants to get their money's worth.

Asking for a friend. Cause uh well If i don't do something soon its gonna come out that i've never eaten insects before.

i mean it's not like i'm worried about them being inedeible but (x_x)⌒☆ Like, historically, evolutionarily, were insects ever a BIG part of the homo sapiens diet before now?

What if i gag i'll look like a classless hick Σ(°△°|||)︴

Not that insects are haute couture or anything (￢_￢) Anyone trying to tell you different is probably trying to offload an investment into a fast-failing uptown restaurant. Cause rich people like rich food- Cream and fat, shiny tuna and marbled beef. They might take a photo with insects on their plate for their socials, but in private, i guarantee you, they're throwing those leftovers out.

i don't like the idea of food waste and i'm not trying to be a picky eater or some kinda culinary bigot (シ. .)シ So i was hoping i could come on here and get some historical perspective that'd help me uh

Swallow this.

Like, what would my grandkids would say if they knew i was turning my nose up at what's become some sort of rare delicacy?!?

But that's just wishful thinking. Whatever else you wanna say about nutritional value or taste, insects are common food nowadays for one reason, and one reason only- They're abundant. Easy to grow, farm, cook. A necessary addition to the global breadbasket in order to keep billions fed. So tastes may change, and fashion may shift- and insects may very well one day be considered a delicacy ( ˘▽˘)っ♨ But they'll never be a rare delicacy. Whatever else is going on, i'll bet that my grandkids grandkids will be up to their necks in the creepy crawlies.

Only ever jealous of the fact that my water was clean and my skies were blue.

on the chopping block, your nightowl

ps- i just realized i can get out of it by saying i'm sick Thank you, white lies! Thank you in advance, school nurse!!

[ignoringdummiesfordummies]

Zeros And Ones

A reupload of a fic created for @askdarksidelogan, based on a prompt for their first 1,000 followers... yeah, read mores break if you delete the original post, and we changed our sanders sides blog a long time ago.

Ships: Janus/Remus, oblivious!Logan/Janus/Remus

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"Close your eyes," Deceit whispered sweetly before cupping his hands over Logan's eyes, "What do you see?"

Logan wished he could respond with something mystical such as a foggy forest or all of the dark sides together and happy.

But it wasn't...

"Nothing."

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Logan had been so busy lately.

For the most part, it almost seemed as if he’d been trying to play catch up over missed time when he’d been... ‘visiting’ the others. Which, in the long run, hadn’t actually taken that long. He’d been asleep for most of it. And yet here he was, throwing himself headfirst into his experiments and data, into sorting and reorganizing his entire room, even going so far as to rebuild his body-  almost as if he’d he’d been grounding himself in the present, as if he was attempting to assure himself that he wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.

Janus could help with that. New form. new start. New chance at... them? Possibly? Janus could dream, at least.

Still, when Janus caught Logan’s arm when the second finally stepped foot outside his room, mid-sigh as he’d stretched metal joints and pushed his goggles up into his mess of- was that hair? Janus had given him quite the shock, which was only partly literal, as he half-led and half-dragged the logi- Logan down the hall. Thankfully, Logan trusted him enough not to resist the guidance.

(Also, he took the chance to glance back at Logan’s head and take a closer look at the metal atop his head- at a closer inspection, it appeared to be made of of metal strips- not quite thin enough to be strands, but from afar appeared as one big chunk of metal atop his head. Huh.)

“Deceit.” Logan said, after a few moments of utter silence as his CPU caught up on what was happening. He’d been overworking it lately, and needed a break before he overheated or shut down. “I didn’t see you there. Where are we... do you need something?” he asked, a notable degree of confusion leaking into his voice as he was lead now-familiar halls. If he was guessing right, they were headed towards-

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” Deceit said, a smug smile settling on his lips as he was deliberately cryptic. Not that there were many other Sides he could be referring to as ‘we’. “And alas, we need you there for it too work.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but his ever-present smile came naturally to him, in the moment. His hunch, as it turned out, proved to be correct when Deceit lead him to the doors to Remus’s room- they were never the same twice, and today they were a pair of grand blackwood doors, with intricate wrought iron swirls built across the front. Deceit had barely placed his hand upon one when they both swung open, banging against the inside of the room and occupied by a strong breeze that smelt vaguely of rotting fish.

Ah, Remus.

Turning off his olfaction, Logan stepped into the room on his own accord, now side by side with Deceit. Despite the the aesthetics of the door, the inside of Remus’s room looked like someone had flooded Thomas’s apartment and filled it with all manor of deep sea creepy-crawlies. A handful of yeti crabs scurried away when they entered, disturbing the giant tube worms growing from the corners of the room and sending a gulper eel zig-zaging towards the stairs. A long tentacle- bigger than Logan was, as a matter of fact, neon green and black, lashed out from the darkness from atop the stairs and snatched the eel, pulling it back towards where Logan could catch a glimpse of jagged teeth. Logan made a note to ask Remus if he could run some experiments in his room, in the near future.

Speaking of which- Remus was waiting in the center of his room, sitting cross-legged atop a pillow that seemed oddly out of place amongst the rest of his room. He was able to tell that Remus was smiling at him, despite the fact that there was currently a dumbo octopus sitting on his head, obscuring the upper half of his face. Deceit made his way over to a second pillow, sitting atop it, than patted the ground next to him, where a third pillow awaited.

Logan walked across the room- which was an experience in itself, as his vision was saying he was underwater, but the sensors built along his body were telling him he was touching air. Nether Deceit nor Remus seemed to need to breathe, nor was Logan short-circuiting from all the water. So, win-win all around.

Once Logan finally had sat down and settled, Remus peeled the octopus off his head and chucked it behind him, where it swam off, as Remus clapped his hands excitedly. “Ready?” Remus asked, a familiar twinkle in his eye that Logan had been seeing alot of, lately.

“You still haven't told me what’s going on.” Logan said, in way of an answer.

“Right.” Deceit said, laughing slightly to himself. “Why don’t I go first and demonstrate?” he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the duke. Before getting any response, Deceit closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, seemingly losing himself in some thought. And around them, the room began to change.

The water was washed away, replaced by admittedly somewhat stuffy air and a warmth that settled onto his shoulders. The dark corners from before were replaced by dim lightening, illuminating dark oak walls, aided by the stone fireplace off to one side of the room. More furniture scattered along the walls- a bookshelf here, a desk there, what looked to be a pile of flat rocks off in one corner of the room. He noted Janus and Remus both taking a deep breath, and after hesitating only a few moments, turned his olfaction back onto hit with the scents of nutmeg and pinaceae pinus and ginger. He didn’t realize Deceit was the sentimental type.

Speaking of which, Deceit reopened his eyes and sighed contently, letting himself flop backwards onto a now carpeted floor. While Deceit may not have been actually cold-blooded, but he still seemed to prefer the warmth of the room to the alternative. Thankfully, he wasn’t real, or the thick layers of clothing he wore would have begun to run him into the risk of heat stroke.

“Wadda ya think?” Remus asked, gesturing around them. “Wanna give it a try?”

“You want me to...” Logan paused, glancing around the room once again. It was... nice. Very much suited for Deceit’s tastes. “Redecorate your room?”

Remus giggled, shaking his head, but it was Deceit who clarified from his spot on the floor. “Remus is lending us his portion of the Imagination.” he explained, pushing himself himself up onto his elbows to send a grin Logan’s way. “You can make- well. Anything.”

Ah.

Logan cast another glance around the room, his thoughts faltering for a moment or two as he tried to picture something that he’d want. Briefly, he was reminded of an old study- if you put a hundred choices in front of someone, of... anything, really, let’s say soap, they’d get overwhelmed by the choices and be unable to make any. Most often they’d take the first brand they recognized and stick with it, even if there were potentially better brands out there.

“Maybe if you closed your eyes, it could help?” Remus suggested, breaking Logan out of his thoughts. After looking at Remus blankly for a few moments, Logan raised a hand to his face and waved it back and forth. “Ah, right.” Remus said, catching on after a few moments. “No eyelids. Wanna burrow mine?”

“That won’t be necessary, Remus.” Deceit said, before Remus could finish reaching towards his eyes. Deceit stood up, crossed the few steps separating him from Logan, and knelt behind him. Placing his hands on Logan’s shoulders, he leaned forward slightly so that Logan knew he was there. “Okay,” Deceit began, his voice barley a whisper, drifting between the two of them and landing gently within Logan’s hearing. He cupped his hands over Logan’s eyes, blocking out the light ad the image of Remus watching him with a nervous grin. “Close your eyes. What do you see?"

Logan wished he could respond with something mystical such as a foggy forest or all of the dark sides together and happy. He wished he could conjure up imagery of a gentle fog that licked at their heels and swirled around them, or the sounds of life- crickets or owls or ravens singing from within the canopy of a forest. He could feel Remus’s contention to the imagination at his fingertips, ready and waiting to be called upon. He wished he could envision the three of them, happy, laughing, smiling, together-

He wished he could see a lot of things.

But it wasn’t...

“Nothing. The inside of your hands.” Logan answered.

Deceit shushed him gently. “Oh, hush. I know you’re more creative than that, darling. I’ve seen the things you come up with in that lab of yours. How about this, to start with- why not imagine yourself a jar of Crofters?”

Crofters. Jam. Red. Blood.

Logan hated word association games.

Logan’s hands tightened, ever so slightly, as he clamped down on the thoughts and refused to allow them outside his head. Half-formed, hazy flashes, hitting, tearing, blood spilling from his touch. Weak organic tissue under the pressure of metal and steel, an anger that rolled deep in his gut and roared in his head. Making them pay- for- for-

(If Logan’s eyes changed color and back again, nobody could tell from behind Deceit’s hands).

He was so angry, and he didn’t know why. He was safe. He was home. He was allowed to be here. Nobody could touch him. Nobody could hurt him, they couldn’t keep ignoring him if he ignored their voices in his head, chipping away in the back of his head, reminding him of a thousand little jabs he was never admit got under his skin-

He loved them. He wanted to hurt them. Why couldn’t he just move on-

“Nothing?” Remus asked.

“Nothing.” Logan echoed, his voice coming out a little sharper than intended, as he waved Deceit’s hands away. “I... I think I need to rest. I have been online for far too continuous a time without a proper break.”

Logan didn’t allow himself to look back as he stood and swept past Deceit, out the doors and back the doors, his footsteps falling heavier and heavier. Then he was running, his internal fans working overtime to bring air into his system, but he wasn’t overheating, he didn’t need, he didn’t- he needed-

Bursting into his room, Logan smashed the first glass object he could get his hands on, sending shards scattering across the floor like a thousand twinkling stars.

[clickerflight]

October 2023 - Sandstorm: Part 12

Guess who watched 10 brave wilderness videos for this particular part

Masterlist

Part 11

Content: Demon whumpee, mer whumpee, stranded, desert whump, scorpion, a really really venomous scorpion, cuffed together

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The next day was, at once, easier and harder. 

They had food and water, sure, but now it was just a long hard journey to finally get somewhere, and Matsu no longer had the distraction of dousing to keep his mind off the sun. 

They talked on and off as they walked, never discussing much in particular, mostly because they were avoiding one topic. 

“Alright,” Matsu sighed finally as evening approached. “You’re full, you’ve had some time to heal, and you’ve been pretty quiet today. Gut feeling check?”

Laurance frowned. “Okay, fine. I have a bad feeling.”

“About what? The girls?”

“No, not the girls,” Laurance said. “I still don’t have any idea if they’re alright.”

“Then it’s about us?”

“Maybe. We might want to travel for a bit longer tonight. I don’t know if Yor and Kulor are catching up or what, but we really need to be out of this desert.”

Matsu nodded. “We’ll be fine. It's only two more days, right? Then we’ll be out and we can go home and hang out in a pool.”

“And sleep under some blankets,” Laurance said dreamily. 

“Exactly,” Matsu said with a nod. “We can do some extra walking tonight, then.”

Laurance nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.”

…………………………………………

Laurance woke with a start, something he was quite annoyed about since they had walked for about half the night before stopping, but something was tickling him. 

He cracked an eye open, trying to figure out what it was that was getting him. He twitched as it tickled his ribs and groaned. 

“Matsu, move,” Laurance said, hoping that if Matsu shifted, then his shendyt would stop brushing against Laurance’s side like that. 

Matsu whined, shifting. The tickling didn't stop, moving up Laurance’s side. 

Laurance froze. “Matsu. Hold very still.”

“Why?” Matsu said sleepily before he stiffened. The tickling vanished from Laurance's side as it reached Matsu. 

“What’s that,” Matsu whispered. 

“A crawly of the creepy variety, probably,” Laurance said, twisting his head to try and see. It was awkward since Matsu was laying on top of him, and he didn’t want to move Matsu too much in case whatever it was happened to be dangerous. 

Interestingly enough, most worlds had animals that were very similar when the world had enough years under its belt. There were probably as many crab species as there were stars in the skies, and there seemed to be quite a lot of similarities between mice-like creatures on all worlds. However, another common creature was this one. 

In Laurance’s home language, they were called kuotate. In Matsu’s it was leonallak. In Anisha’s home language. Scorpions. 

This one was an extremely pale color, glistening menacingly in the moonlight as it traveled down Matsu’s body towards his feet. 

Matsu trembled as it found its way over the gills on his ribs, barely breathing and clutching at Laurance’s shoulder. 

“What is it?” Matsu whispered. 

“You’re going to have to stay calm. It’s a leonalla.” 

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” Laurance replied, watching despite the strain in his neck as the scorpion made its way down Matsu’s body. “Just be calm. It won’t want to waste its venom on you anyways…. I think.”

“You think?” Matsu hissed.

“Well, yeah, I’m not an animal expert, am I,” Laurance hissed back. “Why don’t you use some magic on it, hmmm?”

“I am not reaching back there to try and touch it to do-ah.” The scorpion had crawled over his shendyt and was working its way down Matsu’s calf, which Laurance belatedly remembered was extremely ticklish. 

“Don’t, Matsu, don’t move.”

“It tickles so bad,” Matsu said, his voice about two octaves higher, trembling at a faster speed. 

“Don’t move,” Laurance grunted as Matsu’s sharp nails dug into his skin. 

Matsu gasped out breaths as the scorpion stopped on his calf, sitting there as though admiring the view. 

“Is it gone?” Matsu asked. 

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when to move,” Laurance said, oh so softly. Then, the cursed little creature turned around and crawled back up Matsu’s leg.

“Hold on, Tsu, hold on, don’t-”

But Matsu flinched as the scorpion skittered across a particularly sensitive spot and he scrambled to get to his feet. Laurance scrambled as well, not wanting the scorpion to fall onto his legs next. Matsu screamed and fell to his knees as Laurance searched for the pale thing, finding it prying its stinger out of Matsu’s foot. 

Laurance kicked sand at the scorpion, kicking until it took off into the night and away from the two of them. Laurance watched, breathing hard as he made sure it was gone before kneeling by Matsu, who clutched at his foot. 

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” Laurance asked quickly.

Mastu didn’t answer, instead growling before listing off several profanities from different worlds. Laurance pried Matsu’s hand away from his foot and spotted two stings, already swelling and dripping. 

“Lay down,” Laurance said forcefully, and Matsu did so, gasping and biting down on his finger. Laurance sat alongside Matsu’s legs and pinned the one under his arm, before saying, “Try to hold still,” and squeezing the bitten area, trying to force anything out. 

Matsu screamed, writhing in the sand as Laurance did so. Laurance wondered if he should use one of their water skins to try and wash the wound, but decided that would only invite more bacteria in. 

Matsu laid in the sand as Laurance watched the wound for a long moment, watching the swelling and redness as it developed. 

“Tsu, you’re the medic here,” Laurance said quickly. 

“Ssnothing we can do,” Matsu replied haltingly as he dug his fingers into his shendyt. “We don’t- AUGH- we don’t have, ah, anything.”

“We can’t do-”

“NO! LAURANCE, WE CAN’T!” Matsu screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as he propped himself on his elbows. He collapsed into the sand, writhing as the pain wracked through his leg again and it was all Laurance could do to keep his foot out of the sand. 

Matsu finally caught his breath, though he was muffled with his face half pressed into the sand. “We don’t have ice. We don’t have clean water. We don’t know what kind of thrice cursed leonalla that was, and we don’t have access to medical professionals besides me and I’m the one that got stung!”

Laurance took a calming breath. He was quick to anger, of course he was. He was a demon, but Matsu was in pain, and had already had a very bad trip so far. Laurance wasn’t going to let this make him angry enough to try and get back at Matsu. 

“Okay,” Laurance said in a placating tone. “Alright. I was just checking.”

Matsu let out a shuddering breath as the sky on the horizon slowly lightened. After a few more minutes where Matsu hissed and gagged, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not. I’m sorry.”

Laurance nodded and, after another moment of silence, said, “I guess I’m carrying you.”

Matsu just groaned.

Part 13

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hey hi you can call me blake or salem or salem blake :o) i accept any gendered terms ESPECIALLY if its funny

check out my art blog @wolfgirlboyjester :] i can also be found at catboygirljoker on bluesky and cohost, though im not active there.

i don't do dni's, you can do whatever you want forever, but:

i reblog suggestive/nsfw stuff from time to time, so id feel uncomfortable knowing any minors were following me

it's not a problem to me if you think im cringe. i tag my interests so that you can filter them. but this is my house. be niceys to me or die by my hand

i prefer to engage with Fandom Discourse as little as possible. this website is posts to me. be curious, be compassionate, be kind to me and each other.

most of my filter tags are one word—transphobia, racism, ableism, etc.

"creepy crawlies" is my general purpose insects/bugs filter tag cuz im autistic in the specific way that makes it impossible to tag crabs as "bugs". i tag "spiders" separately.

if you want me to tag something you can ask, & i will likely try to accommodate you, but i reserve the right to say no

FREQUENT PERSONAL INTEREST &c TAGS:

beasts (animals tag), my beasts (my pets), beast art, flora, flora art, anklebiters (tag about kids & babies), spooks n scares (horror & horror adjacent), monster smoochin (monsterfucker tag), theology and thought (religion & philosophy tag), vocal stim, my art (there is Secret Art here that is not posted to my art blog), blakeposts (my 1 note flops)

i have an oc, lamia :] (my icon!) if you send me asks about him, you can call upon me in battle and i shall shed my blood in your name (<-meaning i would be extremely happy and grateful).

they are a kingdom hearts oc. youll just have to deal with that lmao

he is transmasc and uses he/they pronouns

art of lamia is tagged lamiart; Lore posts are tagged lamiaposting; those posts + reblogs that remind me of them are tagged lamia

also im a horny furry monsterfucker so be aware of that

100 xigbar challenge tag

[arctic-hands]

I'm generally not so much bug-phobic or arachnophobic as much as I'm arthropod-phobic. Crabs and lobsters creep me out too, and creepy crawlies that don't have those weird legs like slugs and even bug larva don't give me a sense of utter revoltion as fully grown insects. Also I'm not creeped out by horseshoe crabs because I can't see the damn legs most of the time.

[i-am-a-fucking-nerd]

Do u know how many words there are in the torah where we don’t know what that word means? Where we have a guess based on what they’re talking abt but the item in specific is lost to the mists of time? It’d be so easy to add pizzussy. I bet u could add it to whatchamacallit when they’re stating a bunch of the laws around what’s kosher and what’s not. “All the sea creatures with scales u can eat. And also eat pizzussy. Don’t eat the creepy crawlies in the ocean like shrimp or crab.” There.

i hate the phrase 'none of these words are in the bible' because it's either true for Every word in the english language (the bible wasn't originally in english) or for None of them (i could translate the bible badly enough to contain any word at all)

[extraterestrials]

do u mind tagging for crabs or insects please, if not i understand

sure no prob!! ill tag as "bugs" so it covers any creepy crawlies :3

[ophanim-vesper]

I just found out butterflies and crabs are technically the same class of species and I'm not sure how to process that information

cockroaches? I understand. Beetles? Yeah I get that. But butterflies????

you telling me this mf is related to crabs???? Cousins with a scorpion???? Nephew two times removed to a lobster?????

[esinahkabanjo]

They built a fucking glass shell to a hermit crab, and they’re cool and creepy wtf