#tw bugs mention

[martyr-inthedark]

Make your Whumpee tired.

Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.

Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.

Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.

Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.

Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.

Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.

Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.

Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

March for Raph Day 9: Phobia

“Soon as this foot’s better, I’m kickin’ that Battle Nexus trophy off’a very, very tall building!”

“I mean, it’s not like you can get up and stop me from hiding it before—” Mikey barely dodged Raph’s swing, tossing an ice pack at his swollen ankle and hastily recoiling. “Sorry, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d slip, jumping out of the shower like that!”

“What else am I s’posed to do when I see roaches bubblin’ outta the drain?!”

“Prank roaches!”

It was the ice that made Raph’s skin prickle with goosebumps…not the cyclical, stomach-turning memory of that moment, surely.

[you-are-an-idiot-hah]

I feel like writing something about someone eating bugs rn

[siriscrafts]

Reminder: keep your fibers safe!

My yarn stash got infested! So this is your reminder to keep especially protein fibers (wool, silk, fur) in closed plastic bags/containers to avoid getting bugs!

Also be wary of thrifted fibers and put them into the freezer, oven on wash on hot to kill any bugs/larvae/eggs that might be hiding.

[hillerska-official]

So last summer my moms garden had some caterpillars move in and they all had distinct colours and patterns and spots they sat, so I gave them names. Then I decided my friends the bees also deserved names, but they move around a lot more and look more matchy so I just called them all Zachary. Every single bee is called Zachary. Can't wait for flowers to bloom so I can hang with the Zacharies again.

[the-janitors-journals]

[before addy walks into repair room 1, they equip their mask, making sure that everything is okay, and spraying a bit of lavender essential oil into the front of it, just to give it a more pleasent smell]

okay... here goes. nothing

[they open the door, and imediatly the sent of death hits them. it isnt horrible. its not good either. they understand why HETCH wants them to clean things out. first they search for some kind of vent or window, finding none, they open the door and turn on their portable fan they took with them, hoping to speed up the airing out process.]

okay. addy. y-you got this. just... take it one step at a time! yeah. one step at a time.

[they look in worry at the almost blackened blood, smeared accross the floor and the walls. it wasnt too bad, apart from the fact that some type of.. bug? worm? Addy wasnt really sure what it was but whatever it was it seemed to enjoy the rotting blood.]

okay.. step one.. get rid of the bugs...

step two. clean blood..

[how do i get blood stains out? not. really sure on that one.]

[purple-space-aliens]

something i do find a bit weird is how like i genuinely am so paranoid that i will believe that bugs that make buzzing sounds are genuinely like out to get me, and i feel bad about it. rationally i know they want nothing with me but paranoia tells me that they’re fucking after me and out to get me so i get really freaked out over buzzy bugs (also non buzzy bugs but to a lesser extent)

-purp

[cb-writes-stuff]

Fun Fact: I was once traumatized by a bug flying into my hair. It was terrifying. I was not okay for a solid 30 minutes after that.

[inventinginventoroftruth]

Thoughts on bugs I’m trying to rate my dream realness

they're interesting, that's for sure. my suit is designed after a beetle.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

cw: centipede(so lots of limbs), dubcon, yandere behavior

Yandere!centipede hybrid that is always using his multitude of arms to keep you close by, to catch you when you trip, and most importantly, touch every part of you during sex.

One of his limbs is holding you still while another probes your warm cunt, and another set keeps your thighs spread apart so he can have full access to you.

His antennae twitch, rubbing against you as he moves his mouth to your neck. “Be still, love. I don’t want to bite you.”

A centipede hybrid’s bite can either cause mild pain and swelling, or temporary paralysis and act as a mild aphrodisiac.

When you don’t behave, he bites down, waiting for your body to slow before he sinks his cock into your fat pussy.

He only has two hands, his other limbs ending in a full point or tentacle like appendage. The slimy, slippery limbs push into your ass, fucking in and out if you as his cock fucks you in tandem.

It’s overwhelming, feelings so many light touches all over your body, unable to move or do anything… but god it also feels like heaven.

He kissed you, his tongue feeling wet and rough against your own, but weirdly slimy as well. Cum spurts into your womb, and for a moment… all of his limbs stop moving.

“…”

He’s quiet, peering down at you with his cheeks flushed and sweat bedding at his forehead.

Then he smiles, cooing.

“You thought it was over? Oh my little one, it’s just begun.”

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[incorrectbatfam]

Tim: NOTICE: due to a lack of cicadas so far this summer, I will climb the trees and scream in their absence.

Duke: You think you could replace them? You really think you would sound half as good?

Damian: How dare you stand where he once stood.

[mizuribbons]

sometimes bugs get drunk. we can call these "fuddlebugs"

Sometimes, a bug can live in a puddle. We can call these “puddlebugs”

[stuffed-animal-haven]

the big leaf they sell at ikea fills me with immense joy. imagining lying under a big leaf and pretending to be a bug in the shade. soft carpet under your relaxed body, warm lighting splayed across your skin. the gentle sounds of your friends, caregiver, ect. in the other room making lunch for you. just enjoying the shade it provides you on a warm day, as would a buggy in the summertime. ☀️🌻🧃🐛🐞

[antikr1sta]

(tw sh/blood/vent art) "i hate it here, i hate the smell and fluorescent lights, but most of all I hate you", he utters, gazing at his own face in the reflection of a dirty mirror; as both are only hanging on by a thread.

blood/injury tw ↓

..yeah.. i really really hate it here

[sysboxes]

[Text: This alter is a lunar moth.]

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