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So beautiful!!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY 💟

Zombie husband ❤️

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Welcome to the Hive, New Bug!

This is my female Oc for bug in gator boys. I think that bug would be of darker skin, but that is just my opinion, I love my design of my female Oc for bug. Again I did not draw this,I just used a template off of picrew, I am terrible at digital art (I'm trash at regular art too I think, Lol) but anyway, yeah, this is my Bug Oc.

@fanartforobi

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The joy I would feel hearing Escaped in Gator Boys or the Mermaid series would be immeasurable.

What is your dream collaboration with other VAs?

My dream collabs starting out were Scythe Audio, Desmond ASMR, and Good Boy Audios but I've already collabed with all of them 😂

Currently I really want to collab with Obsidian Lantern and Macalda Reye. I'm actually in contact with Macalda Reye now and we've got something cooking. I've been on ZSaku's channel before, and he did a small cameo for something I'm working on, but I'd love to have ZSaku on sometime for a bigger production.

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Where can you send me Fanart?

Hello! Many people have asked me where they can send me fanart and tho I did say yall can send it to me vea- email. I think it would be better if I made a blog just for you. https://www.tumblr.com/fanartforobi Here you can send me fanart and I will post them on my new blog!

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Look at my baby! I love it Mono!!

Happy Bugaversary

Happy Bugaversary! Even Charley is smiling!

Now time for my sappy speech because I’m sappy:

I’ve been in the voice acted audios fandom for a while now, and I didn’t really know that there was even a community for it, or several.

And then during December of 2024 I did a Hanukkah writing challenge, and I wrote fanfic for a fandom called ‘Saved By A Merfolk’. I honestly didn’t think much would come of it, and it was a spur of the moment thing, I didn’t even think it would even gain much traction. I didn’t see anything for the fandom so I kind of assumed I was alone in my interest. Heck, I wasn’t going to do it, but I decided to replace another fandom in the final moments.

And I’m so glad I did, because I ended up meeting some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met in my entire life. These people, they inspired me, and they inspire me every single day. Through their art, their writing, their ideas, and even their silly little memes.

Had I not changed my plans at the last minute, I would not have met them. But I’m so glad I did. And I’m so grateful for each and every one of you.

And I ended up getting into Gator Boys and it became this whole thing because then I got into Siren’s Son and Nomads and Mage Bunkshelf and Escaped Audios. And I don’t think anything has ever brought me more joy to this very day than thee people and the Bug Army.

And now thanks to these people, I’ve started drawing again. Really drawing. Most people don’t know, but before I started doing all this art, I traced and did that to make my characters, because I thought that I was terrible at drawing even though I’d not tried to draw without tracing for years. And now I have, and I get told now that my art is good and that’s all thanks to these wonderful people, The Bug Army, for getting me out of my hermit shell. Hell, I voice act now! I would’ve never considered this had I not met them!

All things to say, I love each and every single one of you. Happy Bugaversary my dear Bug Army. I love you all so very much. 💗

Thank you to all the bugs! Especially to those who let me draw their bugs in the portrait for today!

Nash - @lightdragon789

Raine - @willowve01

Amber - @astralbulldragon13

Lily-Ann - @tiefling-chaos

Emerald - @aspenm00n

Marissa - @glitchartist23

Leona - @moonchildsarts

Charley - Me! :3

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Happy Bug Anniversary!

One year ago, I was looking up Obsidian Lantern on Tumblr, and I kept seeing a series called ‘Gator Boys’. I wasn’t sure about it at first, then I found out it was connected to Siren’s Son’s stories. So, one night, when there was a lull at work, I decided, ‘what the hell’ and started listening. I binged episodes 1 through 6 in one night.

And with that, my brain was overtaken by Cajun Gators. I found there were a few other fans, so I decided to do write a little fanfic. It got some attention, people liked it, I felt good! So, I decided to expand, make a character profile. Using a Picrew and some inspiration from both Obi and @itzscribz I created Amber.

I was happy with it, some people liked it! I was content. Then, one day, I got a notification, I was tagged in something by the wonderful artist, @rozeliyawashereyall. Roze, this artist who I admired from afar, had created something. I opened it when work was slow and there she was. My silly little gal brought to life in digital ink and being embraced by other Bugs. @willowve01 pointed out the detail of Amber being blind in one eye, and how her and Raine are ‘blind buddies’. And I had always admired @asmrbrainrot from afar, and the fact we shared this little ragtag team was awesome!

The more time I spent with the others, watching our little army grow, Amber began to grow. She learned confidence, and earned a best friend in @aspenm00n Emerald Lynch. And her backstory, and the people in it began to grow. Her father, just a spineless cardboard stand in, became a flawed, but loving man.

When the Bug Army got a discord, everything exploded, we grew, we learned, we laughed. I have made such wonderful friends here. I love you all, thank you for helping me to become stronger. I love you all, my friends.

Thank you to Reedmace, Obsidian Lantern, and you, my Buggy Brethren. I love you all!!

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You are my inspiration Roze, from when you made those Scythe drawings to now, you have inspired me to keep creating, to expand and grow. Thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend, love you

It's the 17th of April. You know what that means.

IT'S THE BUG ARMY ANNIVERSARYYYYYYYYY!

Today, a year ago, the bug army came to be! Started with just me, @willowve01 and @asmrbrainrot ...and now we're here with so many people— I'm so glad I met you all !! It's been so fun seeing new bugs join and share their own, I'm glad I joined <33

I was gonna colour this too but time was running out in my timezone and I love being on time too much aaaaaaa- so have this doodle of the three ''founders'' Raine, Esther and Korey all together!

Now excuse my mushy ranting beneath-

I honestly never really imagined joining this fandom would get me this far?? Not even just gator boys— I first started posting little drawings of Astral and piffany's listener designs from Scythe's verse, and i told myself oh this won't get you or lead you to anything, but now I'm in a way different point in my life that I never thought I'd ever be in! And like..I didn't have a lot of friends, especially with the recent war and I used to be so so scared that something will happen to me, that I'll die forgotten by everyone. But throughout the months I've been spending time with you guys, both on Tumblr and on discord, you've proven me so wrong, I feel like I've really come to know, learn, and understand myself a little bit more? Like what it means for me to be happy, what I want to be, what I deserve– it's definitely not by much, but having your guy's support have helped speed up this understanding myself and being more brave going through life process a bit more, so thank you for that, thank you all for being my friend <33

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Under the Full Moon

A year ago, was when I first got into Gator Boys. There wasn't much content of them back then, and I wanted to share my little story ‘Sick as a Bug’. And to celebrate an anniversary of sorts, here's another story.

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"There's gumbo on the stove, and plenty of wood by the fire to last until sunup. Remember to keep the ladder up and lock the door."

Those had been Bodie's last words before he descended into the water below. The sky out the open windows was dark, and peppered with stars, not a cloud covering them. Amber had made herself comfortable in a nest of blankets and bedrolls Timmy scrounged up in front of the fire, mismatched eyes transfixed on the dancing flames.

The reason for the elder gator's worry and current absence this night, was due to the full moon that hung in the sky. The mere presence of it had made Bodie twitchy all day, his answers were short and his toned had been clipped as he ferried the poor human over to Timmy’s cabin for the night, a plan the group arranged over the week. Amber had been sore tempted to make a joke about his attitude and ‘that time of the month’, but she couldn’t bring herself to antagonize the poor gator as he descended the ladder into the waters of the swamp and swam away. A smile ghosted over her face as she thought about how it probably would have flustered the big lug, just like…

“Bug?”

Timmy’s voice broke the young huntress from her thoughts, and she turned to look up at Timmy, offering her a bowl of the gumbo and wild rice.

“Figured we’d better eat. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Amber smiled and took the plate with a mumbled ‘thanks,’ before heartily digging in.

Timmy watched her for a moment, a little smile creeping over his face before taking a seat on her right side, keeping in view of her good eye. “You really like gumbo, huh? You always eat it like it’s the first time you had it”

The human nodded, swallowing a mouthful and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Well, it’s always good. And we didn’t have gumbo up where I lived, just stews, and soups. Stuff you can leave in a pot while you’re out in the field and it’ll be done by the and of the work day.”

The gator Half-Blood looked at her, wonder in his golden eyes as he ate his gumbo. “What was it like? Over where you grew up?”

Amber’s expression grew wistful, her expression turning back to the flames, as though seeing through them and into the past. “It was flat, fields of wheat, a bunch of trees, not really a forest, but a grove of trees between the different farms and the road. I would run through those woods every day, looking for toads, birds, rabbits, I would come back to the house covered in mud, scrapes on my knees, and pockets full of whatever shiny thing I could find. One time, I came home with a bunch of feathers in my hair, because I got into an actual fight with a turkey!”

Timmy laughed, imagining a tiny version of the Bug before him, black hair full of turkey feathers and a wide, devil-may-care grin. However, in his mind's eye, he couldn’t imagine Amber without the most notable feature. He looked at his bowl, then back at his friend. “Bug… can I ask a question? Y-You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Amber looked at him, a little smile crossing her lip, as thought she could guess the question on his mind. “Go right ahead, Tim-Tim. Ask away.”

Timmy sighed and looked the human with curious eyes. “How... how did you get your scar?”

The human sighed quietly, reaching up to touch the scar that went from her hairline to below her cheekbone, and a smaller one intersecting it, right under her clouded left eye. "It's okay to ask, I don't mind telling you. It... It happened when I was ten. Our neighbor's stud got out, again, and I thought I could catch him by myself."

Timmy winced. He had seen his share of temperamental horses on Miss Elizabeth's farm and knew to keep his distance from them early on. He looked at her, rubbing the material of the blanket between his fingers. "What possessed you to try that?"

Amber sighed, lowering her bowl to her lap. "I'd caught my Papa's horses before, so that they could be hooked up to the plows or put them up in the barn. Though I could do the same with that stud, he kicked out, got me right in the face."

The young Gator lifted a hand, his fingers hesitant, before brushing a lock of Amber's black hair out of her face. "Your eye... can you see out of it?"

She looked up at him, a little smile crossing her lips. "Kinda? It's mostly shapes and shadows."

"Does it give you any trouble?"

The question was simple, but it seemed to weigh the girl down. She stood, taking her now empty bowl to the wash bucket to clean it.

"Sometimes," She answered after a moment. "I tend to tilt my head, so things are more centered, and I bump into things all the time..."

"What else?" Timmy coaxed gently.

Amber took a deep breath, moving back to their little nest in front of the fire, staring into the flames unable to look her friend in the eye. "... My Ma thought it made me too ugly to marry off to anyone in our town. She kicked me out over it."

Timmy looked at Amber in shock. He couldn't imagine such a painful thing. He looked at her for a moment before reaching out his hand, taking hold of her cheek and turning her face to his. The young Half-Blood's scaled hand traced over the scars. "I don't think you're ugly, Bug. If anything, the scar makes you even more amazing."

Amber looked at Tim, a little smile drifting over her face. "Thank... Thank you, Tim-Tim."

He smiled at her, their gazes remaining locked on each other until Amber notices something.

"Tim! Kel's sakes, I can see your breath! Come on, get under the blankets! I'm starting to see what Bodie was talking about."

The two fussed and prodded at each other until they fell asleep, the fire dying out to embers.

Bodie returned just after dawn, tossing pebbles to Timmy's widow to wake the boy so he could lower the ladder. Upon getting into the house, he noted the sleeping human in the nest of blankets, pillows, and bedrolls that the boy had clearly tumbled his way out of to bring him up... Bodie wondered what went on while he was gone last night.

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Explains a lot, leaves enough room for mystery, thank you for telling us!

How do Ray and Sky know each other? (Pls obi I need to know)

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Someone drop Escaped into the Labyrinth, see if he lives up to his name. And he still loves Goblins afterwards

I LOVE GOBLINS I LOVE GOBLINS I LOVE MISCHEVIOUS LITTLE GUYS!!!!!!!!!! CAUSING TROUBLE!!!

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SQUEEEEE!!! I love them!!! They’re awesome!!

Here’s another member of the sky force Salem Merritt!

I hope you like it, and drawing the hair was hard T^T

Salem Merritt belongs to @astralbulldragon13

A/n: also I’ll draw another army after the sky force (Bug army or clemy navy I don’t know)

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The Rage of a Father

The markets of Montel were bustling with people; merchants, citizens, travelers, hunters, and as of late, farmers. It was harvest season, and time to sell crops. Their wares came in a wide variety; grains, vegetables, fruits, nuts, roots, even fiberes like wool and hemp. Stalls were set up, and products were peddled for prices that went from reasonable to downright outrageous. 

At one stall, selling dried corn and wheat, was a man, sitting on a stool and shucking the ears of corn. Occasionally, a hunter would buy wares from the farmer, and when they would he would ask them if they had seen a young woman with black hair and a large scar over her left eye. The responses had been mostly negative, so the farmer continued on with his. 

As the sun reached midday, his ears picked up the chatter of a trio of hunters. 

“Wonder what happened to the little brat,” asked a young hunter, a cocky grin on his face.

“Eh, who knows, maybe the big one ate her?” replied a young woman while a tall, redheaded man who was clearly their leader chuckled.

The farmer lifted his head, something inside his soul feeling the urge to speak to his group. So he lifted his hand to hail the group. “Excuse me, friends, a moment of your time?”

The trio moved to the farmer’s stall, looking curious about what the farmer could want with them. 

“What can we do for you, friend?” asked Warren, the red-haired leader. 

The farmer looked at them, his expression somewhat homeful. “My name is Woodrow Bailer. I’ve been looking for my daughter, and heard she’s become a hunter. Perhaps you’ve heard of her, Amber? She’s about this tall,” He held a hand just below his shoulder. “Black hair, and a scar over her left eye?”

The group looked back and forth at each other, eyes full of what could only be described as malice. 

“Sorry, friend,” the yond woman, Sparky, purred, full of false sympathy. “‘Fraid we can’t help you.” 

Woodrow looked at her his eyes full of sincere desperation. “Please, I beg of you, I just want to know what happened to my daughter, if she’s still alive.”

Warren looked at the farmer, their eyes locking. “Do you really want the honest truth, farmer?”

Woodrow nodded, eyes full of despairation. “Please, I haven’t seen my daughter in three years.”

The trio looked at each other, smirks never faltering.

“Last time I saw her, she was tied to a tree in Silverben swamp for trying to steak our catch,” Tony, the loud-mouth young man recounted gleefully, watching as the farmer’s face fell. 

“W-What!” Woodrow stammered, looking at them in horror.” “You… You did that… over a catch?”

The hunters chuckles at the poor farmer’s horror.. 

“To be fully honest with you, friend, your little girl didn’t seem to be fully behind the cause,” Warren commented with mock concern. 

The farmer’s fierce green eyes looked up at the trio. “Is that so?”

Warren’s chuckle turned cruel. “Poor little thing, she was far too soft for our work, I think she was even turning sides. She was weak, and now? She’s probably Gator food, guess she shouldn’t have left that little farm of yours, huh?”

The hunters all laughed and turned away, leaving the farmer to stare at his hands, green eyes vacant.

Unfortunately, for the hunters, that is,that vacancy was very, very short lived. Before Waren could go three paces from the stall, something slammed into the back of his head with a staggering force. He stumbled, barely catching his fall before a knee collided with his ribs. 

Fingers curled into Warren’s hair and dragged him upright, revealing the farmer, standing at his full height. While sitting on his stool, Woodrow seemed to be a man of average height, but no. In truth, Warren’s head just reached the farmer’s nose. 

Warren looked up at the farmer’s glare, trying to give a weak smile. “A punch to the back of the head farmer? Night a very honorable mo-” The hunter’s retort was cut off when the farmer pulled on his hair so that the two of then were eye to eye, causing Warren to stand on his toes. 

“I don’t fight honorably, hunter, I fight to win.” 

Tony and Sparky drew their short-swords, reading for a fight. 

“Hey! Let him go!” Tony snapped as he began to advance on the two men.

The farmer didn’t even glance at the other two hunters and smirked at Warren, before giving a sharp whistle. 

The two younger hunters jumped back in shock as a massive Cane Corso came bounding around the corner, barking loudly. 

“Hold,” Woodrow commanded.

The dog moved himself around Sparky and Tony, barking or snapping sharpy at them to keep them trembling in place. 

The Farmer nodded, then dragged back a few feet, slamming Warren’s back against the wall of the building behind Woodrow’s stall, and holding him there by his throat. “Hear me when I tell you this, hunter, my daughter is twice, maybe three times the person you are. And you know why? Because she was raised with convictions, strong convictions. Something I can bet you and your little goons know very little about.”

Woodrow lifted his other hand and unclenched his fist, revealing a strap of leather wound around his hand and wrist and palm, with a metal hook embedded in it. This was a tool used for husking corn, and the hook could be terribly sharp. Woodrow lifted his hand and lightly rested it against Warren’s face.

“You know, I never cared for hunters. They’re like roosters. All they really do is strut, and crow, and make more of their own.” 

The cold metal the corn huster dug into Warren’s skin, blood dripping down his face and into his beard.

“Now, Little Rooster,” The farmer rumbled low in his chest, “You are going to apologize for what you said about my daughter, and I will consider not breaking something.” 

Warren struggled against the other man’s grip, glaring angrily at him, brown clashing against burning green. “Let go of me, you bastard! To hell with you, and your bra-”

The hunter’s insult didn't get a chance to finish before the heel of Woodrow’s palm, the very one that was guarded with the metal corn-husker, slammed into Warren’s nose, the sharp metal cutting flesh, and most likely breaking his nose from the force. 

“Hey!” Sparky cried out, trying to advance, but the dog snapped his jaws, baring white teeth. 

“Hold, Maller,” the farmer commanded, as his weapon hand moved to hover over Warren’s throat. “I’m not asking for much, Hunter, just a simple apology. Two simple words, then you and your comrades can go, mostly unmared.”

 The hand that was pinning Warren to the wall tightened its grip around his throat. “Just say the words, and I’ll spare your miserable bones the pain.” 

“We’re sorry!” Tony tried to placate Woodrow, but only managed to make the farmer laugh. 

“See, Friend? Even your little crew knows to apologize, now it’s your turn.” He turned to his prey, eyes borring into the other man, waiting for him to crack like an egg.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” Warren cried out. “I’m sorry for what I said about your daughter!” The redhead sighed, sagging in Woodrow’s hold, his resolve broken, like he was certain some of the bones in his face were. 

Woodrow smirked, but there was no happiness behind it. “Good boy.” And with that, Warred was tossed away into the street like a piece of garbage. “And never let me see any of your faces around my stall again, you hear!”

The farmer watched them scramble away like mice, his hands trembling as his dog came to his side, butting his head against his leg. Woodrow stood there for a while longer, watching the crowd as they milled around him. He was going to return to his stool when something caught his eye. A pair of shrouded figures had slipped through the crowd and into the darkness of an alley. And for a moment, Woodrow could swear he saw a face peeking out from the hood, short black hair, scar, and a familiar eye.

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… artists? Can someone draw this? I wanna see it. Also, kinda wanna write something now

This question is about Arrigo's movie version of the cast cause sincerely? The simple idea is just too easy to hyper fixate on.

Since Jean is the main villain in Arrigo's version, what are Boom and Bing's in his version? Are they also henchmen type of characters?

And what kind of henchman do you invision Intern to be? And let's be honestly would they be Evil!Jean's favorite out of the others?👀

Boom and Bing are devious traitors that turn away from honor and break the heart of our beloved hero, Arrigo.

The intern is a cackling, unhinged evil villain, ready to do violence at the behest of their evil mastermind.

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Valentines Day Prompt: Meeting the In-Laws

The runaways all ran through the grass. The hunters chasing them were about a quarter mile off, but they were gaining ground quickly. Bodie had gotten injured during the escape from the arena, so Rhodie draped his brother’s arm over his shoulder half-dragged Bodie along.

“Damn it, did they let loose dogs on us?” Lora snapped, looking over her shoulder when the group heard the sound of barking.

Amber, the only human of the group also looked, her hand squeezing Timmy’s as she expected to see a pack of slavering hounds. Instead, it was a single dog, a sleek blackish-gray Cane Corso a white snip on his chest and a simple collar of braided leather. He stood at the tree-line, looking at them calmly, his tail wagging instead of chasing them. He gave a deep bark, looking right at the group.

“It can’t be…” Amber muttered as she released Timmy’s hand and skidded to a halt, staring at the dog.

The Corso noticed her and seemed to smile at her. He took a few steps into the woods, then looked back at Amber, giving another bark.

“Bug, what are you doing?” Marco scolded? “They’re gaining on us, we have to keep moving!”

Amber looked at them, her mismatched eyes stern. “That dog,” she pointed at the Corso awaiting at the trees. “He wants us to follow him.”

“What?” Timmy looked at her incredulously, “Amber, how could you possibly know that?”

“I know that dog, please, trust me. We have to follow him.” She looked at the group, pleading for them to believe her.

Bodie looked at the young hunter, he knew that look, that plea, she needed someone, anyone, to be on her side. He groaned and rotated his body to face the dog, and the girl. “You, agh, heard her, follow the dog.”

Rhodie looked at his brother for a moment, then sighed. He knew that his little brother had made up his mind, and once that had happened, there was nothing to be changed. “Fine, Lora, help me, would ya?”

The dragoness looked between the two alligator Half-Bloods. “Really? We’re really going to follow some random dog because the human says she knows it?”

Timmy looked at his mother, golden eyes solemn as he nodded. “Not like we had any other plan, Ma, Amber at least might have something.”

Lora looked at the others, then sighed, taking Bodie’s other arm to help the wounded gator up the small incline to the trees, the dog giving a few more happy barks as he turned and trotted off into the trees.

The group went deep into trees, following the dog as they went deep into the trees. Occasionally, the dog would look back and give a little woof. Amber would simply smile, looking back to check that the others were alright.

“How do you know the dog?” Lora asked as she helped Bodie over a fallen log, looking at the human.

Amber sighed as she looked around, checking for signs of anyone nearby. “Before… before I was a hunter, I lived on a farm. Before my mother kicked me out of the house, my father took in a puppy, he said we should have a herd dog. Corso’s aren’t usually used for farm dogs, but Pa liked the pup. We were just starting to train him when- Rhodie, look out!” The little human lunged over, bumping the big gator with her shoulder, causing him to come to a sudden stop.

“What?! What is it?!” The jumbo gator asked, looking around wildly.

“Bug, what’s wrong?” Bodie asked weakly.

Amber looked at the two gators and pointed at what seemed to be an innocuous pile of leaves, so insignificant that the two gators never even noticed until the little Bug pointed it out. “Those are covering a snare trap, it wouldn’t pull someone like Rhodie off the ground, but it would slow us down, and we can’t afford that.”

As they kept moving, Amber kept finding more and more snare, manoeuvring the group around them with practiced ease.

Lora looked at the little former hunter with a hint of suspicion. “How are you catching these?”

A little smile graced Amber’s lips. “These traps are set up the way I was taught to set them. The exact way.���

“Thought you were a farmer,” Marco muttered. “Why did they teach you to set traps?”

The human chuckled. “We had to eat, and catching things like rabbits and deer was a lot easier with the help of snares. We could just check them after chores. And if there are so many here…” Amber lifted her hands to her lips and blew a few long notes, like a bird.

To the surprise of the Half-Bloods, figures came out from the trees, at least half a dozen. Most were men, but a couple ladies were in the group.

Out of all of them, the tallest stepped forward, pulling down his hood to reveal… a man who shared Amber’s face. They had the same tanned skin, and black hair, his eyes held more green than her, but that was all that separated them.

Amber took a step back, inhaling sharply. “Pa…”

“… Amber-Lily?” The big man asked, tears starting to form in his eyes as he took an uneasy step forward.

Amber and her father stared for a few seconds longer, before running into each other’s arms. The big man lifted the girl into the air and twirled her in the air before squeezing her tightly against his chest.

Bodie smiled, remembering, when Bug had opened up a bit, her talking about her Pa, how he loved her, and taught her.

Timmy was a little nervous, the blooming feelings he had in chest when it came to Amber now made his face feel warm at the prospect of meeting her father and what seemed to be people close to her.

Marco felt a pang as he watched father and clone reunite after what clearly had been a long time.

Rolden and Lora wondered if, under different circumstances, this is what their reunion with their son could have been like.

After a moment, the big man put Amber down, resting his forehead against hers in a familiar gesture and looked at the reptilian entourage his daughter had joined. “Welcome my friends, let’s get you taken care of. We have Moonbells and one of our own is a Shrike who’s decent enough at healing glyphs.”

Marco looked at them skeptically. “We have some hunters after us.”

“Oh, we know,” one of the women in the group said, a grin on her face as she helped Bodie into the back of a wagon. “What do you think those snares were for?”

A few hours later, the little caravan had made camp against a cliffside. Timmy was sitting by a campfire with Amber and the big dog, who was cuddled up against them, her father, who’s name was Woodrow, was sitting across from them, stirring the fire with solemn eyes.

“How did you two meet?” The human asked the young Gator, motioning with his head to the sleeping Amber, whose head was resting on Timmy’s shoulder.

Timmy looked up at Woodrow and told him about how Amber stumbled into his part of the bayou in a bum leg from Bodie’s cabin after getting caught in a trap, and telling regaled the farmer with some of the tails of the mischief the two got out to in Silverben swamp.

Woodrow gave a happy chuckle, lifting his head to look at Timmy. “Thank you, for taking care of my girl. I owe you, your friend, and your uncle so much for taking her in and ensuring she’s safe. “

Timmy blushed and nodded. “Of course, sir.”

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[astralbulldragon13]

Beautiful babies!! Thank you so much!

I can share this now!!!

For the Bug Army/ Clemmys Valentines prompt I got Picnic! So here's a group of Timmy lovers having a picnic <3

Bugs Featured;

Korey - @rozeliyawashereyall

Raine - @willowve01

Amber - @astralbulldragon13

Nash - @lightdragon789

[Featuring Bodie struggling to handle 4 Timmys in the background hehe-]

[astralbulldragon13]

Sir… I fear you may have unleashed something… I ain’t complaining thought

You guys have fun with that XD