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hey what time of day is best to meet @dinnergirl? ate o clock.

anyway, timothy.

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My buddy made this amazing watercolor piece of my luna moth boy, Celeste Nebulae!!! Celeste is a dimension hopper and explorer and it looks like he's having a bit of brutal fun here. My friend did such an amazing job capturing him and making him a total badass. Plus it's gorgeous! Thanks. :)

Check out more of my friend's work here! https://www.facebook.com/CreatureOfHabitFA/

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My dear friend @chubby-plushie drew one of my bugsonas for me! It came out absolutely AMAZING. Lookit that big smile!!!

This is Celeste Nebulae the Luna Moth, a big chonky happy boy!

He is an explorer and herbalist, though he's also a pretty good cook. With his herbalism skills he can function as a healer as well, and always has some sort of healing powder on stock with him. He can be excitable and tends to make friends wherever he goes, but also has a shy, awkward side to him at times. He has a bad habit of chewing on EVERYTHING, including his own clothes!

He has a little bit of magic power, though it is unpredictable. He found a tome during his travels and is self taught, but very clumsy with it. Notably he is good at both shrinking/growth spells (which oddly comes often in handy) and color changing spells (which is a lot easier than dying your hair!).

He is polyamorous as well, his primary partner and companion being Serendipity the Red Fox. They are in a QPR. :) He is a transman and grayasexual biromantic.

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Compound Eyes

I identify as bughearted, mainly because it's probably the right word for it. I border on cambitherian.

An essay about being bug-hearted. Warning for mentions of insect mistreatment and death.

As long as I've known, I've cared for bugs as a subset of my care for animals. We as a system were always the one to call back in the day, and that didn't change as I came into my priority frontings. A moth, butterfly, cockroach, millipede, even spider was my game. I always took care to take them outside and put them in the grass where they belonged.

I loved to read about bugs, I wanted to own bugs. I cared and loved bugs more than others. I knew the feeling of excitedly presenting a caterpillar only to be faced with screams of fear. The constant demanding to be killed just because they looked different and were found in the wrong place. I empathised even if I didn't know why.

Alongside this, I was a prominent engager in giant tiny media through my own writings. I explored what it meant to be small in a large world through a thousand different lenses before finding out I had my own. I realised that I was in fact nonhuman, and the first kintype I confirmed almost immediately, was a tiny. This type has blossomed, I no longer call it a kintype but my anchor. I experienced life, love, and pain through the eyes of a tiny every day.

I identify as a borrower also, I watch and wait from the shadows. I admire humans, so different from me, from a crack in the wall. Accompanied by beetles and house moths. I feel genuine euphoria being small, it's where I belong - among blades of grass and grains of soil.

And maybe that's why coming back to bugs, my connection and affection to them became deeper. Because I now fully accepted that as a fellow miniscule being, and someone who experienced trauma, I knew how it felt. I knew how they felt - wandering in an enormous foreign world. Interacting with giant beings every day. Being ignored. Being belittled and lessened. Being stepped on.

If I was to be treated as invisibly tiny at least I would always have an insect beside me who knew my pain. There's a lot of pain and danger in the life of a bug. But there's always change. Metamorphosis.

I've come into a space of joy. I am proudly tiny, and I am proudly what I call "a small thing". And once I front in this body, I consider it my duty to protect other small things because I have knowledge of that existence. I have explored a hundred times the feeling a person gets when exposed to a massively larger creature. The fear, the awe, and the comfort.

At least now, I can stop my companions from suffering. I can be the kind hand so rare in this world. I can try my hardest to make my presence a home for insects which I love. Because I know that's all I'd want.

I would love you if you were a worm. I'd make you an enclosure and care for you. Because I am a bug too, even just in my soul and not in my form. I've become a bug, I've been made a bug, and I choose to be a bug. I choose to be your friend, you'll always have a place in my heart.

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No spying.

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Half of G/T appeal to me is literally just this meme

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trying to catch a tiny but i just put on nail oil and hand lotion and every time i grab that fucker they slip right out my hands. this has been going on for ten minutes

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Inspired by a certain video

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First Meet

Some work in the progress thoughts about being officially introduced to one-another

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*kissing the homie's fingertip before they grab me*

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YOUR HONOR! take that intimidating man and shrink him down all small and put him in a teacup THIS INSTANT!!

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biggest (in soul, not in size) fan

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them: so what would you want to be if you lived in Middle Earth?

me, thinking: i literally want nothing more than to be the One Ring, but as a tiny guy. like Gollum stuff aside, holy shit, i NEED to be that ring. i want to be a tiny powerful entity that drives men to madness and is coveted by anyone who sees me. i want to be the size of a quarter, but have wars fought in my name. i want to be tiny and unassuming and terrifying and haunting. i want to dangle from a chain while Boromir calls me “such a little thing”. i want to live a chaotic and passionate existence before being killed in lava. sometimes when i watch LOTR and i see how people stare at the Ring, i get so jealous i could throw up. holy fuck man. i NEED to be that ring

me, aloud: oh i’d be a hobbit with a sickass pipeweed farm haha

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One thing T is absolutely crazy about is Lovia’s boisterous laugh. Seeing this big and gentle being so happy and enjoying his time is just pure serotonin time for them.

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Trying out a new pen-

Decided to doodle Daren helping Apricot after their curse got them “hurt”. They turned out fine, but it looks like this time they’re appreciating his help more than usual~

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The taste of betrayal

"The Fallen Angel" seemed to be an appropriate adaptation for this moment of chapter 37 from The Art of Love and War written by @fireflywritesgt, the description of Joe's determination stuck the painting immediately in my mind and I had to draw this

Joe's design was heavily inspired by @remordsposthume art, check them out! And go read TAOLW, it deserves all the love and attention it can get!

(btw I know the butterfly wasn't with Joe in the jar, but I thought it would complement the composition better so there you go!)