#grumpy snail

[little-snails-log]

[tapping away on the Internet with my tiny cat paws]

"wait isn't your username Snail? Why cat paws? Wait, why goose? Wait why Veloria? Is that ur real name? Why do you have so many names? Why do you type Like That huh? Wait why are you a snail instead of a Goose or a Cat???"

[typing stops]

[nyaaaaaaaah-sound-effect.mp3 bursts through ur phone speaker]

[Continues Typing with teensy paws]

[the-most-humble-blog]

Btw, hinge just advertised under your most recent post [STAMP] [MAJOR DATE APP APPROVED]

Hinge? Of course they advertised under me. You drop one post about Anakin and Ahsoka getting it in… and the dating apps come sniffing like vultures at a breakup brunch.

If someone gets lucky off that ad, just remember —

She didn’t fall in love. She rebounded off my post.

[little-snails-log]

ME.

IN.

PLUSHIE.

REDDIT!!!!!

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[Monday Snail Log]

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On my Porch,

[little-snails-log]

1) tired

2) made it out of house

3) 100% forgot to have *any* coffee yesterday

4) Attempting To Be Non Jellofyed Snail On This Fried-day

5) also need to buy cat food so not murdered by cat

[little-snails-log]

[climbs onto ur porch]

Ya know I come from the Part Of The Bog where a Polydactyl Cat is normal? We just call it a Ship Cat. And yet, people call the Banjo I Play Cursed or Cryptid.

I'm just from the SWAMP okay? Like Tamora Piece already wrote the goddamn *world building* so why do I gotta do it again??? Hmmm?? HMMM???

[angrrry banjo]

Idk what au im cooking.. but Im cooking..

[snail-day]

A lot of times, everyone thinks Suguru will bring you home, punish you, and give you that hard, rough sex as the brat tamer he is. But what about the Suguru who understands what it’s like to be grumpy and frustrated? Who knows the struggle of being woken up too early, dragged through mundane tasks, weighed down by exhaustion before the day even begins? Who understands that maybe all you really need is some food, some water - maybe even a little treat to make things better?

Thinking about you throwing a little hissy fit in the store, arms crossed, walking ahead of him, overstimulated and barely keeping it together. You’re running on empty - no nap, no water, just pure exhaustion. Suguru just watches with a smirk, violet eyes dancing with amusement as his long, dark hair shifts over his shoulder when he tilts his head, debating whether to pull you in and calm you down with that deep, honeyed voice of his. But Suguru knows better. You'll snap and bite. Instead, he moves subtly, grabbing the things he knows will make you feel better - your favorite snack, your go-to drink, maybe even some flowers, because he knows you’ll smile when you see them later.

And as soon as you’re home, he’s running a hand through his thick dark hair, exhaling softly before telling you to go nap while he puts the groceries away. He’s making you food while you sleep, setting a glass of water down for when you wake up groggy, rubbing your eyes as you stumble into his arms, clinging to his broad frame while he murmurs, "C'mon, angel, eat first." That voice of his warm, patient, laced with that tenderness he saves just for you.

Because he understands - days can be hard, and you’re not some brat that needs to be punished. You just need care. And Suguru loves nothing more than when you finally curl up against him on the couch, letting him press slow, lingering kisses against your lips, his hands tracing gentle swirls along your back as he holds you close. Because no matter how many thorns you have, you’re still the sweet girl he fell in love with.

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DASH CON TWO: TRAVELIN' SNAIL

Monday, July 7th, 2025, posting from a USA based Comfort Inn :)

Ooof, I am so tired 🙃

Yesterday was spent Dealing With The Border (I crossed just fine) but I missed my connection :(

So, my lovely brother made sure I got into a hotel, I ate a Real Meal & I slept in a safe place <3

Which my legs certainly appreciated QwQ

It's now Breakfast Time in the States, I had a couple fun conversations at the breakfast bar, including with a pair of nerds from LA who do LA Comic Cons!!!

I am now trying to iron out the last bit of Travel Trouble, so I can be home tonight,

^a sleepy snail,

Safe Travels to everyone!!!

[little-snails-reblog]

[ME TRYING 2 GET MY STUPID PASSPORT]

[while being redirected to another website] woah woah hey easy now hey stop it what the hell get your hands off me man

[yo-i-draw]

The snail Shamans are something I always thought of as the “first spellcasters” of the world in hollow knight. I wish we would have more info about them. So what better away to cope with this then trun one of the snail that’s dead into alive character instead!

That me and my friend nicknamed Siphon.. also who is my favorite snail in the game. Aka the “3rd uncle” of the Snail shaman we actually meet!

The basic idea is instead of him exploding while screaming he falls into the floor and when coming back into the room he’s gone.. and has done his best to leave Soul sanctum. Due to what happened back there, he wouldn’t have enough of anything left to cast spells or even heal with “soul magic” as I have been gotten use to call it. (He would probably have massive beef with Soul master.)

He wouldn’t exactly be rude, just upset about what happened to him… I mean how would you feel if you had magic but then the guy who wanted to work with you hit you in the head and took it all from you… and you woke up 100 or so years later. (Small edit added after more snails were drawn)

Sorry if this is a bit out of pocket from my 2 first hollow knight post, I just felt confident enough to post this.

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 26th Anniversary, SpongeBob SquarePants!

Tagged by: @hoshi-neko-hikari, @themultiverseheroines, @the-world-hopper, @bluemajingirl

[snail-day]

Do you even sleep?

Short answer: No 🩷

Long answer: Uhhh...yes and no? I usually get around 4 hours of sleep at night, sometimes more, but for some reason my body just loves waking me up around 3 or 4 a.m. Then I kind of make up for it by taking a big ol’ 2–3 hour nap during the day...or, a bunch of tiny ones. So yes, I sleep. Just...not like a normal person would.

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Tyme 4 porch I guess...

[tried 2 file my taxes but apparently??? My real id is still not valid enough??? I have to a get a NEW real id??? W T F]

[corgate-epistolary]

May 3rd, 624

(Transcript under the cut) (Read on Ao3 HERE)

[Written on off-white writing paper with a smooth but lightly textured hand, in golden yellow-brown ink, in cursive. Letter was folded into its own rectangular envelope, and sealed with a wax seal depicting a cat surrounded by moons, mountains, and window-like arch frame. The wax seal is silver, pale green, and gold swirled together]

Elowen Vance, A.Mg. Corgate Village Post Office

May 3rd, 624

Eris Mirrows, A.Mg. 87 Lancedragon Street Avalon

Mx. Mirrows:

We have arrived safely at Corgate.  The [scratch-out] villagers have been, on the whole, extremely [scratch-out] welcoming to Mg. Hawkins & myself. For once, Mg. Hawkins country manners are serving him far better than my own, as the locals see him as one of their own come home again.  I know Mg. Equlee is bitterly disappointed by the council’s decision (and if it were in my power I [scratch-out] would have [scratch-out, “recom”] recommended to send both, [scratch-out, appears to have been a closed parenthesis] as irritable as they can be to [scratch-out, “the”] each other) but I do not believe he would enjoy this section of the trip.  Please do express my condolences & apologies if you feel it

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would be in his best interest.

The train journey was fine, & the tracks in this area are in good repair.  Should you ever have cause to visit, it is about one day’s journey via the train from the city to the station in Corgate, which is very small but well kept.  I am told from here it is another two hours’ [scratch-out, “tra”] travel to the ruins.  As such, I am intending to make the journey to the station for mail & supplies once weekly, and will consider it a morning’s work.

While I am away from Avalon, would you please keep me abreast of the latest happenings with the council?  And of course the general public knowledge of our colleagues & their doings.  I know you find it a little trivial, however [scratch-out, “evew”] even you must recognize the importance of good information before some other magician drags yours into some risky scheme.  We have a duty to ensure that they do not blow themselves up, after all.  I ask only because Mg. Hawkins (and I, in my less charitable moments) is convinced that this posting, far from the city & the university, is intended as a quiet exile as punishment for Mg. Hawkins’ lack of interest

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in pursuing more formalized proofs & magical education.  I am sure you can hear in your mind his perennial exclamation that he is “getting along just fine as I am!”  I know I can even though I can hear him snoring quite plainly through the inn walls.

Such walls!  The buildings in Corgate seem made [scratch-out, “of”, but written poorly] of tissue paper to my eye - all frame, wattle, & daub and no bricks to be seen.  I am not so sure I will be truly suited to agent’s work in the field, but I can certainly see that Mg. Hawkins is quite in his element.  He seems quite at peace with himself here in a way he has [scratch-out, “nev”] never seemed back home.  Like a bird let loose from a cage, I suppose.  I am ever so glad he is happy, but I will have to learn his trick of avoiding the country mud before I go mad.

On an unrelated note, however, would you please stop by Vimes Place and look for my brown satchel?  In the scramble to get Mg. Hawkins (and all his supplies) out the door, I believe I left it

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on the front table. It [scratch-out, “on”] only has a few novels & my copy of the notes on the ruins, which I could copy over again if needed, but I do not want to, AND you have the key.  I would trust it to you & to the post office [scratch-out, at the bottom of “office”] here in Corgate, but ask Mg. Equlee to put a little locking on it first.

I will look [scratch-out, “y”] for [scratch-out] your letter when I come down to Corgate next.  [scratch-out, “Stay we”] Stay well!

Ms. Elowen Vance, A.Mg.

P.S. Please let me know if any of my plants start looking sorrowful.  And do forward a newspaper [scratch-out] or two from time to time if you can

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[alitteraladhdmess]

I think it’s about time I introduce everyone to all my pets:)

Get ready

I have a total of 3 aquariums so let’s start with those

My goobers Buoy, Baja, Torpedo and the bullets, my snails, Kepler and Mr Gorg the Turtle respectively

And the icons Cinnamon Sticks and Pyrus:)

I’m getting my sister’s Cory catfish once her betta dies (she has 5 and her betta is 3yrs old at this point and blind)