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mantisgodsaus · 8 months ago
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i'm The Animal and i kill things . jpg
Oh holy shit it's the animal and it kills things
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mantisgodsart · 8 months ago
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We have finally finished this project, and thus, The World's Worst Dating Sim is finally DONE! Just in time for April Fools Day. Now, with our six new contestants, choose, uhh... who's dateable? Or not dateable? This last batch was determined almost entirely by People Telling Us Who To Add, contains multiple AUs, and is... hmm. "Unconventional" may be a good term? Half of these are probably undateable but you can still shoot your shot.
As previously, it can be a platonic date if you want, you just can't be neutral. Deadlander Lambda belongs to @cordycepsbian and has been moved into our studio for duration of this poll. Profiles below the cut.
(we're linking the first poll here)
Deadlander Lambda - Maybe - Deadlander - Good question - At least a little bit
This, uhh...
...is this safe? We don't think this is safe. ..."Already had kids before"? What do you mean it's a parent?
...well, we can't get it out of the studio, so it's an option now? We guess? This... really doesn't seem like a good idea.
Rogu - He/him - Ant drone - Very rude to ask a gentleman that, don't you think? - I wouldn't worry about that.
A charming mystery from somewhere only described as "a faraway land", though he wasn't quite scheduled in this lineup, we think we can make an exception. This silver-tongued bug seems to be able to say just what's needed to get under your skin... and from the look of it, he's angling to take you somewhere private.
...come to think of it, haven't we seen that face before? On a poster, maybe? Well, it's not a surprise he's been modelling for things, he's certainly got a pretty enough face for it, but why do we feel... nervous, all of a sudden?
Carmina - She/(scribbled in)it - (illegible) - (illegible) - (illegible)(scribbled out with "No longer relevant" written in its place)
...where is she? She was meant to show up hours ago. What on earth could have held her up this long?
Pebbles - He/him - Moth ("iterator") - Juvenile (estimated) - Unclear
Right out of surgery, this one. While we're not sure if it's entirely responsible to include this one, and we certainly don't speak whatever language he's speaking... he's cute, isn't he? And looking for a home? Well, maybe if you're the sort of person who might want to rescue a domestic moth in a bad situation...
Wereweevil Vi - It/its (wereweevil form) - Wereweevil - 19 - Aro
Pre-existing hangups mean that you can only date this one in wereweevil form. Good luck.
Kina - She/her - Mantis (big) - Haven't asked - Also haven't asked    
Well, we assume that you can do less lethal than the bandit who people mostly know thanks to her former job as a corpse disposal unit, but some people might be into that sort of thing, honestly. Are you, perchance, also a mantis?
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secret-bug-pain-blog · 10 months ago
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@febuwhump Day 6 - "You lied to us"
This one's a rough 'un for sure, content-wise. Behold, the mental state of a 2000-pound wild boar afflicted with pack mentality, a complete lack of pack, and several metric tons of trauma.
The moon is coming.
Vi scurries through the city streets, dread rattling in her throat. There are too many people here, too many bugs, too many people she could hurt. She must have lost track of time - miscounted the days on the calendar, miscalculated the time left in the day, forgotten to watch out for the moonrise, something.
The moon is coming, and she is afraid.
Everywhere she goes, the crowd only seems to grow thicker. It's too many people, too much crowding- she can almost smell the blood that'll be spilled if she stays, the feeling of shell cracking in her teeth, the taste of guts and hemolymph.
She needs to get away.
Vi pushes through the throng, frantically hunting for anywhere that might be less full, anywhere that she might be able to chain her other form. She can feel something beginning to stir, the phantom of her claws threatening to break out from under her shell. Her teammates are calling after her, concerned, afraid- but she can't go to them now, not when the moon is so close.
She can't afford to have more people dead.
She needs to get somewhere safe- somewhere away from people, somewhere she can keep her claws bound, somewhere that the only person she'll hurt is herself.
But everywhere she goes, there only seem to be more bugs in the crowd, more people pushing, stalling, stopping her from getting anywhere that she might be able to get out-
The moon peeks over the horizon, and for a moment, all she can feel is blinding, awful dread.
"Vi," Leif says. "Vi, why are you running away?"
"You're acting strange," Kabbu says, concern clear in his voice. "Shouldn't you be resting? Weren't you hurt in that fight? Any other bug would be dead by now, Vi."
She tastes hemolymph on her tongue as one of her growing tusks pierces her lip. She doesn't answer, running blindly further, further. The crowd doesn't thin, no matter how far she runs, and she can feel the warning twisting beginning under her shell, the feeling of flesh starting to warp.
Her flesh gives a warning twist under her shell, and all she knows is that she has to go, now.
A bug cuts in front of her, and she startles, balking at the unexpected motion - too much, too close, the feathering on her antenna brushes shell with an uncomfortable thrill of feedback and she barely bites back a whimper. Something in her back gives an uncomfortable crunch, and she stands a head taller - still not enough to part the tide, but enough that she can feel her shell tighten, the spines beneath threatening to pierce through.
There are people all around her. At her sides, at her back, at her throat. She can feel them press closer and closer, boxing her in. Her teammates are coming closer, closer, their words scraping against the insides of her skull in awful, uncomfortable shards.
"Vi?"
Too close- she's going to hurt them, she can feel the transformation getting worse, her arms beginning to twist apart, rows upon rows of claws sprouting from her arms. They're just behind her, she can tell, staring, watching her as the moon rips through her body. She sees them, horrified, disgusted, looking at her-
"Don't touch me," she begs. "Get away, get away-"
But they don't listen, crowding closer, staring and murmuring like she's an animal in a zoo. Spikes climb the ridge of her back as her shell hardens and thickens, her wings melting and melding with the thick plane of carapace that is now her thorax, her muzzle twisting and lengthening and thickening as her jaw warps, her tusks curving and twisting outwards, her eyes watering as something behind them shifts.
She's surrounded on all sides. There are so many people here, so many people everywhere - the, the more she sees, the more she recognizes, staring and gaping and pointing at her as her shell shifts and distorts. She presses her hands over her ears, but there's nothing there but talons, long and sharp and threatening to tear away the sides of her face as her chitin crunches-
They are silent as she screams, the transformation rattling down through shell and flesh, her mandibles pulling apart, the scar on her lip tingling and pulling as her pedipalps fully extend. Her shell practically breaks in two, going from bee-size to beast-size in a split second, shattering and healing itself in an instant. The sound she makes isn't bug, an awful, wretched, guttural thing, wrenched from her chest to her jaws as her body warps unnaturally, as she changes in an instant.
The pain rings in her ears all too long after it finishes, but when it does, she can see her shell battered and broken on the floor in front of her. Her bee body, ripped to shreds, taken apart piece by piece - her beast form torn out from within, rendering it a useless corpse on the floor.
Vi looks up. And up. And up. She towers over everyone, now, but she feels horribly small. She sits in the middle of a circle, a monster torn from bee shell- she sees the looks of shock on their faces, the slow step back, the growing fear. A few nervous bugs level weapons at her.
Kabbu breaks the silence. "You- a beast!"
"When were you going to tell us?" Leif asks, its fur ruffled with displeasure. Elizant steps out from behind it, levelling her with a stony glare that demands an explanation. They crowd in, new bugs appearing from thin air to check out the hubbub, staring and poking at her like she's a zoo exhibit. A doctor jabs at the aching bite on her arm, trying to spread it open for examination, another trying to distract her as she's poked and prodded like a lab animal. They're too close, they're all too close, she can't breathe-
Vi balks, lashing out at the growing crowd with her talons, and the air is steeped in hemolymph in an instant. The floor is blue-green, pale white, deep emerald- the doctors are dead, They're dying- and everyone looks at her with disgust, backing up as if they'll catch her sickness if they get too close. There's rot in her mouth, decay coating her tongue as it pools in her stomach, an awful nausea climbing up her throat.
"Why would you do that?" asks Kabbu. "They just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Vi tries to respond, but her throat doesn't form words anymore. She wails something out, incoherent, but he simply looks at her with cool disappointment. "I don't see why I bring you out at all, if you're going to act like this," he tuts in Jaune's voice. "Behave yourself! Do you think that the Hive raises wild animals?"
The Hive around her tuts in agreement, casting judgemental eyes on her. There's blood on the floor, pooling in the crevices between tiles, the same yellow-green of all bee's blood. Bugs murmur and titter and judge, a million billion eyes all on her, alone at the middle of the throng.
It feels awful, it feels wrong - but no matter how much she twists and turns, she can't find a single bug who seems to notice that something is strange. The awful feeling in her chest grows and grows, taking over until she can't feel anything else, rotting and festering and swelling. There's a static between her and them, an awful gap, and it won't stop growing and growing and-
She snaps back to reality.
Jaune is beneath her, a horrible fear in her eyes, Vi's jaws clamped around her arm. There's that awful sinking feeling in her stomach, the feeling that she's done something horribly, irreversibly wrong.
She lets go, and Jaune scrambles back, vanishing into the crowd- a million eyes staring right at her, right at the shards of bee fluff and shell in her teeth.
"You animal," the Overseer snarls. "What's wrong with you? Do you get off on attacking harmless bugs now?"
"And Maki approved you?" Elizant snarls, her mask doing nothing to conceal the disgust on her face. "Has my association fallen so low as to take in mindless beasts?"
"You lied to us!" cries Leif. "A member of the hive? You're nothing but a monster!"
The other bugs join the chorus, chanting their disdain for her- wretch, beast, poacher, rattling through her shell until she can't hear herself think, the sound vibrating in every little crevice of her shell and every hair of her antenna in a cascade of voices she knows.
A stone cracks across her shell, and she howls. It doesn't drown out the voices- they only get louder, and louder, and louder, howling for her death, for her silence, shut up and die already-
She runs. Like a coward, like the fucking idiot she is that's run a hundred times before- faces blur past her, people she knows, Maki, his face twisted in disgust and horror, Bau, all humor gone from their face as they ready their daggers, Ollie, half her body gone beneath the tearing force of her jaws-
The Golden Path's leaves crunch under her paws, the crowds falling away as she flees. Her pursuer is only a few paces away, bigger than her, stronger than her, jaws snapping at her ragged wings. She has to run, she has to get out, but her legs are too short, her limbs fumble beneath her, she stumbles-
Claws lodge in her chitin, piercing it as easily as if she were a wriggler again and wrenching her on her back. Rust-red eyes, flashing green-blue in the moonlight, a pair of tusks, a twisted reflection of her, rope tied around its limbs and bee-blood spilling from its jaws as it calls her name, Vi, Vi, VI-
"Vi!"
Her claws flashed out, scoring a sharp gash into one of Kabbu's external mandibles. Vi sat bolt upright, ignoring the jolt of pain from the sting-mark in her side as she pulled her claws against her chest.
...but no one was there but Kabbu, holding a hand to the new scratches on his muzzle.
A dream. It was a dream.
It... wasn't real.
Vi trapped her claws against her ruff, trying to focus on controlling her breathing. It was a dream. It didn't happen. None of it had actually happened.
Her hands were still shaking.
They were still in the Swamplands. She could smell the swamp water if she focused, lingering over nearly everything else. Maki was still leaned against the wall, Leif was sleeping not half a foot away, curled into some awful pretzel shape.
In, out. Focus on the spiracles closer to her thorax. Focus on the spiracles closer to her stinger. Her claws were tipped with pale blue-green. Hemolymph dripped from the scratches on Kabbu's face.
Just a dream.
She worried her wrist in her teeth, ignoring Kabbu's sound of alarm. She- it wasn't real. It wasn't real. Tonight wasn't the right night. She still had her calendar in her bag to prove it, hidden away with the chains and the handful of charms she'd commissioned.
The half moon shone high in the sky.
Fourteen days until the full moon. Fourteen days before the next time she had to fear her transformation.
She wondered, absentmindedly, if the old poacher camp in the swamp was still standing.
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mouse-drawings · 4 months ago
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Attack on @mantisgodsdomain!
Once upon a nightmare.
Mantisgod's Wereweevil Vi AU mixed together with my Bandit Kabbu (Crime Kabbu?) AU. Thankfully neither of them actually remember each other. Vi was transformed and not in much control of anything. And since she was in the beast form, Kabbu would have a hard time recognizing her in a normal form.
Really, it was like a nightmare that you forgot once you woke up. Only a vague sense of dread remains.
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cordycepsbian · 9 months ago
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Also Vi. Potentially also Kina and Maki if this is not pushing the limits of werebugs, we are Very Predictable and yet we still wish to see cool bugs
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denmaki and madesphina. the whole team is caterpillars now
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mantisgodsdomain · 3 months ago
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Sometimes we are deeply deeply tempted to make line-ups of our AU Versions Of Characters or something of the like, but then we remember our consistent preference for AUs to be canon-adjacent at absolute minimum meaning a lot of them will look relatively same-y combined with our struggle to draw character sizes accurately to each other makes that task a lot harder than it arguably should be.
#we speak#"yeah this is leif and this is leif from wereweevil au (the only difference is a few more scars from close proximity to wereweevil)#our tendency to make kabbu Relatively Normal Compared To These two probably doesn't. help#since leif is fucked up in a way that is prone to changing cross-universe and vi is fucked up in a way where any change can be Fun#but kabbu already has a relatively dramatic backstory where changing it tends to change Little or like. mess with other parts#because kabbu as a character is more defined by his relationship to others than his own Self and most of the changes we can make#don't really show us that well aesthetically#we could probably get an entertaining isat character lineup since all of our aus there are shared custody and generally contain like#major physical changes#but we're not good at. human faces for that. would probably look like totally different people from outsider perspective#normal odile vs capstone odile is seven forms also#we've got... normal au. time stop resistance which doesnt have a consistent size. capstone au which is the same issue with more forms#psmd is literally just a totodile so less issues there. omegaverse has traits of Tall.#we have just paused for long enough to consider that capstone au for mirabelle will involve drawing half a dozen horses#...we have now paused for long enough to remember that capstone bonnie specifically does not have a limit on form number like everyone else#unfortunately we are not drawing that. our condolences to the folks in the group chat doing algebra on that au though#misc.
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bugs-in-situations · 4 months ago
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what we're trying to think of: bugmeshi recipes to draw
what we're actually thinking of: bugmeshi vi + wereweevil vi = sonic the hedgehog>?
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mantisgodsart · 10 months ago
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You see it first. Its tusks gleam in the light of the campfire, its massive head trained on your campleader. You fear, for a moment, that one of the locals has discovered you - it's precious seconds before you realize it's worse.
Your trapmaster tried to warn you. You remember her pleas, you remember her chains - there were ten locks on the cage, and she begged you to add more. No one wanted to trust a monster with her own chains, no one wanted to risk a monster getting out - but she was your only trapmaster, and few of you dared to use her tools.
Perhaps that, in the end, was your mistake.
You cry out a warning, but the beast hears it before your friends. You see its head snap up, its rust-red eyes trained on you. You see its muscles tense in preparation for an attack.
It leaps. Someone screams.
The night is bathed in blood.
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mantisgodsart · 1 year ago
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Pretend to be what you will, but under the light of the full moon, there's no more room for playing at civility (you are a monster, and you cannot control your nature)
#our art#bug fables#finished#watercolor#vi#wereweevil vi#werecreature#we use a specific paint for the eyes and claws and such here and it doesn't show in a still picture but it shimmers blue-green in the light#anyways. FUCKED UP BEAST!!!#this is for a cool & fun fic we've had in the works for um. uhh. (pause as we look at the date)#...actually don't worry about it we'll finish it eventually#wereweevil form draws inspiration from both mantids and wild boars!#we're going with the theory that weevils and primal weevils are NOT the same species#but rather different species entirely that tend to cohabitate and have some aesthetic similarities because of it#golden path weevils are a VERY altered form of weevils that have adapted very far from their original form over time#and primal weevils are a member of superorder dictyoptera split off from an ancestor like...#googling it suggests the common name we're familiar with is not actually common since it didnt bring up results but the wood mantis#but honestly it could either be a split from one of the Flat Fuck mantids or a roach w those raptorial forelegs#while golden path weevils have evolved specifically to eat seedlings and are most likely a split of acorn weevil#primal weevils are Something Else Entirely and have the “everything and the kitchen sink” diet of a roach#though they do prefer plumplings and have over time developed teeth specifically for cracking them open and eating them#their mutualistic relationship with golden path weevils stems from this: cracking open otherwise difficult plumpling prey for GP weevils#and receiving the benefits of a pack of allies for hunting more difficult prey in return#primal weevils are most likely an awakened species from what we've seen of canon but we doubt roaches would acknowledge them#as related much less potentially another form of roach#seeing as the roaches in game seem to be purely based on a handful of “pest” species and not the absolute wealth of roach species out there#that have unique adaptations or mimicry or anything of the like#we don't think they would take well to mimic roaches or anything of the like. also ties in to our hcs for levi.#if youre not one of the core species of roach then you dont get considered a “roach”. there are probably plenty of mimic roaches out there#just not acknowledged as Roaches because the Roaches bugarians are familiar with were a single culture with only a handful of species
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mantisgodsaus · 8 months ago
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Hello, wereweevil appreciators. Today, we're here for cool worldbuilding. More specifically: the difference between a wereweevil and a primal weevil.
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(NOTE: While the Primal Weevil model here is the Colosseum one you may already be familiar with, the Wereweevil is a guest from the kingdoms the curse originates from. Normally an orchid mantis.
Primal weevils can vary from gray to gold to tan, with the occasional dull green. They are bugs in the superorder dictyoptera, shared with mantids and roaches, known by their cohabitation with Bugarian weevils, a mutualistic relationship formed in aid of allowing both to hunt down their primary prey - Seedlings, as well as especially tough-shelled plants. Commonly known as "moth mantises" or "grazing mantises" in more south-bound kingdoms, they are one of the handful of species who evolved post-awakening, and tend to have significantly lower rates of mutation than pre-awakening lineages as a result.
Although a wereweevil's weevil form is derived from a primal weevil, it isn't a 1:1 match. While a primal weevil is a naturally-evolved bug, a wereweevil is a cursed beast - and one specifically designed to be capable of causing damage to the bugs around them.
A wereweevil takes their pigmentation from their normal bug form, with a few notable differences. While in wereweevil form, a wereweevil's tusks and claws will turn a rusty red and gleam iridescent blue when exposed to moonlight - notably, though all scars show a similar color while the wereweevil is transformed, the only scar which will show a similar property in their usual bug form is their turning bite. The blue iridescence is only seen in moonlight, and grows stronger closer to the full moon.
(NOTE: While a wereweevil's eyes are a similar shade of red-shining-blue, this isn't exclusive to the transformation - rather, it's a gradual change that generally completes itself in the first year or so after turning. Those who were bitten, but cured of the curse before their first full moon, do not demonstrate this iridescence in any part of their bodies - the scar stays red.)
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A wereweevil's tusks - the most notable part of their appearance, generally - replace the second "tooth" on the outsides of a weevil's mouth. They grow outwards and up from the upper jaw, generally curling into an "arc" sort of shape, and tend to be sharper than they reasonably should be - a wereweevil, should they choose to charge, is generally easily capable of either goring or slashing a bug with them. The older that the wereweevil is, and the more transformations they've undergone, the longer their tusks will be. These function as one of the primary infection vectors for the wereweevil curse, as a slash from a tusk is fully capable of passing it on.
As with most other "toothed" bugs, a primal weevil's "teeth" are an outgrowth of the carapace of what we see as the "lips" of a given bug. The muzzle of a primal weevil has no mechanism to conceal these, and they are for all purposes a part of the external structure of their shell - generally used to either cut through things such as roots or crush open acornling shells and similar substances.
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A wereweevil's tusks, on the other hand, root on the inside of their shell, curling out through the gap left by the missing second tooth. They "root" into the jaw, supported on the entire upper cranial case - the top of a wereweevil's head shell is considerably thicker than that of a primal weevil, both to allow the tusks to root in and to reduce damage from charging opponents. Anywhere that a wereweevil's head can reach, you're in danger of being gored.
Despite this, the point where a wereweevil's tusks root into their head is a weak point - though a wereweevil is resistant to most forms of non-magical attack, the curse lays thick enough in their tusks that it's possible to partially subvert their general resistance to damage by using their own tusks against them - either by clawing along the roots so as to try to "coat" your claws in enough magic to use their own curse against them, or by simply using the tooth itself as a weapon.
Though a wereweevil's tusks are a melee weapon, it will still hurt if you try to tear one out - and depending on the age of the weevil, you may get more leverage on a tusk than on any other part of the body. To actually get one out, you will need to snap it off of its roots, something easier said than done - generally speaking, you'd be better off going at it with a crystal-bladed buzzsaw than relying on strength.
(FUN FACT: A wereweevil's tusks are among the traits most likely to "leak" into their normal form after long enough transforming. Though position may vary based on the bug's base form, and they'll likely be too small to see easily, it's a fairly surefire way of telling apart untransformed wereweevils. Do note, though, that any wereweevil sporting tusks in normal form has likely spent long enough transforming that mundane weaponry won't do much.
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Potentially more important, albeit less noticeable unless one's already familiar with primal weevils, is the foreclaws. While a primal weevil's raptorial foreclaws have a foldable tarsal claw on the inside, used to walk or manipulate objects, a wereweevil's foreclaws have no such thing. They are significantly elongated compared to a normal primal weevil, with an additional "walking" surface - when folded, this hooks behind the elbow, while a primal weevil's foreclaws fold like any other mantid.
Wereweevils are an average of 50-100% larger than an actual primal weevil, though this varies on individual - a larger bug will yield a larger wereweevil. Vi, specifically, is... still below average (height shown as line in picture). She's a little bit smaller than your average primal weevil - though she's slightly taller than her average version of herself, thanks to the wereweevil influence seeping through, she's significantly more stunted, having been functionally starved for a good chunk of her developmental years thanks to the curse altering what diet she actually needs. If she were sufficiently well-fed, then it would average out to slightly shorter than your average bee and roughly primal weevil sized.
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mantisgodsaus · 8 months ago
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that evil boop was actually a weevil boop. for vi
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SPOOKING it!!!
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mantisgodsaus · 10 months ago
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The Wereweevil Curse
The Wereweevil Curse, or Werebeast Curse, is a curse initially engineered by the deity Mars of the Southern Heartwood Kingdoms. Although initially engineered in order to punish a particular colony of social bugs, it is now known primarily for its association with loose swarms of
A Werebeast Curse can only be passed by bite, though the wereweevil may deal other wounds. Goring by the tusks will achieve a similar effect, but will be less survivable - the bite must be inflicted during the night of the full moon, and biting in bug form will produce no effect. If a turning bite is successful, all wounds will heal come sunrise, and the new werebeast will be set on the clock until their new form sets in. Symptoms will set in slowly over the course of the next month - if caught early, the curse can be eased or nullified, but once it's fully set in, there's little that can be done but treating symptoms and helping the wereweevil cope with their new status.
Symptoms are as follows:
-Increased appetite. You need to feed both your normal body and your werebeast body. Your appetite may also swing more towards your cursed species. Although other strains exist beyond the wereweevil strain, they are significantly more rare and generally made of variations on the same theme
-Sensitivity to silver. Strong allergy in normal form, but it burns in werebeast form. Only thing that can leave long-lasting wounds. Wounds cannot heal as usual around wounds inflicted by silver, and transforming may worsen them, tearing them open all over again.
-Strong need for companionship. If not in regular contact with other bugs, the nervous system can lose proper function, gradually causing loss of mental clarity, erratic behavior, and eventual seizures. If the werebeast does not have a pack during the full moon, this will drive them to try to bite other people, especially those they know well in a desperate attempt to grasp for companionship
-Healing. Fully heals when transforming into or out of the form. Can transfer somewhat to usual form with significant stress causing the other form to "leak". Scars will still remain.
-Strength and durability. This is less measurable than other things - will tend to "ramp up" over time, getting more prevalent the longer that the werebeast carries the curse as the curse "sets in" to their body. Over time, wounds dealt by anything but silver will have less and less impact on the werebeast, until they're nearly immune to non-silver weapons - this is caused by a gradual "toughening" of the body as the magic sets in, combined with the incredible workout that transforming and existing as a werebeast puts on the muscles. Any sufficiently magical weapon may bypass this durability, dealing wounds as usual.
-Transformation on every full moon. The obvious one. The transformation begins when the first rays of the moon touch your shell - if the bug in question remains indoors during this period, it will trigger once the moon reaches its apex, albeit taking significantly more of a tax on the body - letting the moon "draw" the transformation out versus the beast ripping its way out of your body by force. You are the beast, but the beast has none of your inhibitions, acting on emotion and instinct. Under high stress, the other form can leak in to the normal form, allowing for partial transformations. The longer you have the curse, the more likely you are to gain characteristics of your werebeast form even in your normal form.
The first transformation will always come with a high chance of death, a massive amount of stresses all covening on the body at once - in many cases, the newly-turned werebeast will go partway through the transformation and expire from the strain, the healing failing to keep up with the physical and psychological distress of the body being literally ripped apart and reformed across entire different lines and leaving a twisted, half-transformed corpse.
If treated before the first transformation, the progression of the curse can be halted entirely - though it generally leaves a handful of symptoms behind unless treated before the wound heals, if the curse is halted early, then it will vanish leaving only a bit of silver sensitivity and a minor tendency towards clinginess. Once the first transformation is complete, then the curse cannot be lifted.
Although a handful of variants of the curse exist, none have been recorded within Bugaria's borders - and almost all are engineered from the same original curse, generally caused either by altering the impact on a pre-existing wereweevil or by attempts to recreate the effect with other forms of magic.
The closer one's biology is to their other form, the easier the transformation is - the first transformation is always the hardest, forcing the body into a shape that was previously entirely alien to it and imprinting that form onto the bug permanently. The longer one has been a werebeast, the easier the transformation tends to be as the curse leaks through - older werebeasts can transform almost seamlessly, though the stress from the curse tends to shorten a bug's lifespan regardless of how easy the shift gets.
Due to this, larger packs of wereweevils tend to have significant numbers of both roaches and mantids - this is, notably, one of the very few situations in which mantids will form large social groups in general, as the curse tends to override the natural tendancy for isolation in large predatory bugs.
Offspring of a werebeast will be an almost entirely normal bug, though they may inherit a handful of leftover symptoms of the curse (much like a bug who was cured before the curse could fully take root, though with the notable difference that they are often capable of inheriting a greater-than-usual baseline for strength or durability)
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mantisgodsart · 11 months ago
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World's Worst Werebug Support Group (4/5 of these AU Guys are by @cordycepsbian and if you can't read the text here then don't worry! it's because we don't want to scan this. text below)
Leif: -and then our wife died-
Astotheles: -yes, that sounds similar to-
Neo: <Only guy here without elaborate werebug trauma
Vi <Needs to be held or she'll Die
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secret-bug-pain-blog · 9 months ago
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@febuwhump day 17 - Hostage Situation
Yet again, drawing is A Pain In The Ass, so we aren't doing it. This one is us pulling from a longer work. Don't worry about it.
The cell was bare. Vi clutched the package to her chest, wrapping her claws so tight that they threatened to shred the parchment, until they stopped trying to pry her claws open. She could hear them speak, talk of ransom and money and negotiations, contacting the Queen for her bee back, every conversation inspiring an ever-stronger feeling of dread.
Time was running out.
She could feel the tension build under her skin, day after day - the bars were wood and flimsy, her chains so brittle that her bare bee claws could ruin the finish. The steel collar around her neck chafed, but she knew it wouldn't be enough, knew it like she knew the cycle of the moon.
To be held until her employers paid the bail. To be held until her employers paid the bail. How long before Zoza noticed she was missing? How long before someone knew that her missive'd never been delivered?
Were she a year younger, she'd fear that she'd change any moment. Were she a year younger, then it would be unknown, unpredictable, unplannable - but Vi had spent a year beneath the desert sky now, a year by the lunar calendar of the Grasslands, a year mapping the nights when the transformation came.
The beast always, always, came on the full moon. And she could feel the clock slowly, slowly, running down to nothing.
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mantisgodsaus · 10 months ago
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Wereweevil Vi is a whole lot like if a 2000-pound boar had separation anxiety and wanted to cuddle with you on the couch but, like, somehow more likely to cause you grievous bodily harm.
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mantisgodsaus · 10 months ago
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Wereweevil Vi's timeline is GREAT because she has about a month and a half dedicated purely to Feeling Like Shit In A Swamp immediately followed by a major wing injury caused by flying across an entire lake in one trip
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