#anordinaryroach

[ssunspotted]

✋ - they can't get over those beans -

Send ‘✋’ to touch my muse's hand.

Tolya's eyes raise unblinking from their book, and a catlike grin stretches their face as they notice Barbor's staring. Their response resonates from somewhere a little off, as does a tittering that's not reflected by any physical movement "You look as though ..you need a hand." And the grin grows somehow wider.

Their left hand is presented to him palm up, padding prominent, skin pale and cool. "Just. Don't poke between the pads." Their expression softens with fondness as they regard their friend, taking in the excitement in those hollow eyes and twitching antennae. A shifting begins beneath the skin of that same arm as if the flesh itself is crawling and rearranging, and from just below the shoulder, something begins to give. Tendrils pierce skin and cloth from within, thickening and reaching until vines coalesce together into the loose shape of another arm, claws and all. There's a sound to it, beneath a pained hiss, the slick sound of meat being wormed through. Barbor will be familiar with it. The skin of the faux-hand's fingers shifts, twisting and taking in the fluid that stains them until the tissue on the outside is somehow changed, dry enough to take the edge of their book again as they continue their reading.

[d-d-disgusting]

📖✔️

Send 📖 for an entry in their journal/diary about yours.

' Antennae broken. It fusses over it. is it too sensitive? Does it hurt? This could be useful. Didn't have a chance to collect the last pair. Found another hunter. Lucky that the books leave a trail. He told me if I prove myself serious about this that he'll pass on information about properly binding a 'knox'. '

Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving you

It isn't kind, this kind of flitting daydreaming. It isn't coherent either, all half-finished impulse thoughts. It starts out as imagining another fight, what he would do if the opportunity comes up. There's motion and imagined pain, snarls and claws sinking in to that sigil. Can he remember the shape of it?

For a moment the little moth child lies dead before him, and like a hand reaching inside of him and grabbing his guts up into a burning handful, there's a sickening sense of guilt and responsibility. Then he's what's opened up, guts strewn across the dark, dewy tarmac. The contract breaks. The contract breaks. What are the consequences?

A moment of absolution. A moment of being completely aflame, dreamlike and surreal. His mind conjures versions of this creature's pack, their 'fog', circling like dogs. Is he the one to have severed the contract..? They stab into him like insects with spiny legs They take, and whatever fight he had turns strange.

He wouldn't be able move then. A will to fight severs. Tendons sever. There's a cruelty in the way that these things feed, taking the emotional fight before the physical one..

But he'd know that this is his consequence to collect. And does he go? In this daydream, he's not sure if he survives or not, but what's clear is that from the vague forms of Bugs' 'fog', once they eat from him, they begin to rot. They rot.

[xaallo]

@an-ordinary-roach

Maybe it had made a mistake. 

Still, watching the high and might prince’s face contort in absolute disgust was worth it. At least for a time. Then the uncertainty crept back in and the longer he was in the pod, the more sure the captive was that he wasn’t getting out of this alive. He almost wished he had volunteered to be fitted with explosives for...situations like these.

Lucky Xaallo, otherwise he’d be regrowing his face.

Beside. There were hatchlings at the nest. Yes, they had caused the pandemic in the first place, but that didn’t mean anything to him or any of the other mazrats. The hatchlings came first. They were too much of an investment to just let die of the virus. And so he wouldn’t talk, no matter how Xaallo bribed and threatened.

He wouldn’t talk.

[shiningsilverarmor]

But MerSter wants to be apart of your world, @an-ordinary-roach​ ~~

The creature understood PERFECTLY--- if Nat could indicate his squinty eyes just happily aimed towards them that he did despite willing to drag them all down if that happened, and showing assurement in a cutesy way. 

It’s fine~ They’re not going to see me. Only you, charming~ 

All in each squint. 

Out of all the humans coming on to the pier, this one faced him directly; unfearful of the unknown he’d heard some say. The more they stared back, the more Sterling saw how much luminous they were..

Just like him. 

[revunant]

@an-ordinary-roach​​​ || continued.

Their antennae perked for a moment at hearing their name, then flattened close to their head, a little concerned how this stranger knows their name. Bor knows entities can learn things just by a thought or just knowing it right off the back, but still make them a lil uneasy. 

 Barbor glanced at him in his general direction, a small mixture of curiosity and concern is plain on their features. "Y-yeah? That me, who are ya? Did I do somethin wrong?"

Yes, is the correct answer to that, but the Warden is kinder than his words would like to be. It’s in his interests, too, to avoid making others feel threatened right off the bat. He doesn’t want this one running away, or fighting back.

“ Haven’t we all done something wrong? ” Necromancer. Thief. “ You’re no more guilty than I am, Barbor. ”

So friendly, but still neglecting to tell them who he is.

“ I’m just interested in learning more about your craft. ”

[impfiltration-archive2]

13 E for Katie!

Expression Meme || @an-ordinary-roach (open)

this is katie at @deathwxtch and @thekavseklabs (specifically vynathr)

[lunafaeris-archive]

@an-ordinary-roach​ | cont. from x

          “That’s a bolt screw for the stand.” She huffed, wearing her telltale frown as she walked right up to where she had everything dismantled, all neatly laid out like a diagram from memory. It seemed she had caught them just in time, before they stuck their nose into inspecting her new merchandise. This wasn’t a rifle built for her preferences; semi-automatics were good for firing off magazines all at once, but they were wasteful with ammunition and hard to control. Might as well hand them off to a group of monkeys and they'd be just as effective. Maybe that’s why they sold so well, what with humans being glorified monkeys, as she reached over and picked up another, more crucial part to its design.

          “Now this is part of the spring load for the trigger.” She explained, showing them a small coil that fit right in the palm of her hand. So small and easy to miss, that someone might deem it insignificant. But without it, the weapon would fail to function properly and just be a hunk of metal.

          “This gun isn’t for me, but I have to take it apart and catalogue any discrepancies that I find. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare put it out to market.”

[violeteyedkiller]

@an-ordinary-roach​ 

Remember something about him wanting to see their other forms, so this lil roachie flew in front of Stan before poof!

tall ass baph! gives a [ pat ] on the head!

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation AND continued from x || Accepting 

And...he’s staring. Having to crane his neck up quite a bit. This..wasn’t what he expected. Not that he is disappointed in any shape or form. Or relieved for that matter. He just really doesn’t know how to take it. If anything, were he sober, it would make him even MORE wary of Bor. But instead all he could manage was-

  “Well...that certainly is...different.” 

[villains4hire]

@an-ordinary-roach​

     The ceiling beginning to crumble, Barbor would find a gaping hole in the wall, the little burrower probably headbutting through the mass of stone as per’ the norm. Swallowing a bit of rocks as she was intending to cause a cave in on this corruption garbage. Her hair tendrils getting frisky in how they swayed, she calmly, but replied annoyed, “I never learned physics so  my head’s too stupid for stone and whatever to stop it, stupid. Plus I sniff ya out and then I headbutt through to wherever you’re hiding. I’d leave though so you don’t get collapsed on with your stupid flesh light dome, unless you want me to kick your ass as usual after we fight for several hours.”

[interminal]

@an-ordinary-roach​: Look- it was just a sip! lung blood just hits different c'mon!

I was incapacitated, not blind.

[ ...Okay he was mostly blind at the time. ]

You had a whole goddamn jar of the stuff where did it go.

[bashfullygreen]

@an-ordinary-roach  x

 [🍞] ---“Aw...you’re kind of a little weirdo huh?” Thankfully for Bor, this baker was used to weirdness. “Want some more?” He happily tore off a bigger piece of bread and placed it in front of the little creature.  We know what happens if you give a mouse a cookie, but what about a roach?

[ssunspotted]

I wanna know more about sharpchild~ got any cute facts about her? ovo

old pictures.but here

should take a newer one but. her mass is difficult to photograph. She sings! in a tone its taken until recently to start to hear. or maybe she only just has started to. is like the opposite of a headache tone. calm.but draws your focus to a point. think she was the first plant I altered to something else! and is a labyrinth of her own by this point some years ago she was shelter to people I knew on a few occasions. when friends needed safety

I can feel her. There are days its difficult telling which body is mine. But her I can feel. Always.

[d-d-disgusting]

⭐️ and maybe ⭐️ if you wanna do one more ^^/

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses. (TAKING)

⭐️ (Tumblr/corruption verse) - Vincent absolutely has journal entries of his descent into obsession with Bor, and at the point where he loses his shame about it he'll find a perverse satisfaction in going through it all. - These two have trophies of their kills, no doubt. Every target is meaningful progress! ⭐️ (group discord verse) - V really isn't any better at handling Bor's kindness than they were the cruelty, and it's still very difficult for them to reconcile the idea of Bor as this insidious monster they crusaded against with the idea of the friend who chatted with them on the other side of a screen. Bor was maybe the only person in years who made them feel alright with sharing much beyond the surface level of what happened to them and the mentality that drives them, and Bor accepting their help and nurturing something reciprocal was HUGE. They don't know what to do with that. If they accept that it wasn't a ploy to hurt them, then what do they do with that? They still definitely would be checking up on Bor's plan to change feeding habits/tendencies and hold them accountable, and there's a part of them willing to spend time with them beyond that. That part of them is so fucking lonely and desperately wants to play pretend, but on their part, that would be in almost nonverbal silence, kind of daydreaming some alternate reality. They would be very quiet and very lost in things. I can imagine that driving Bor nuts, maybe even into their Happy Buddy mentality to try to get them to talk.

[xaallo]

@an-ordinary-roach​

“ I’ve noticed a strange odor around the ship lately.” Xaallo says to the demon, when he happens to catch them. He’s leaning on the wall of a corridor, look at Barbor with pointed expectance.

“Namely, whenever you are around. Barbor,” He begins, “ What did you bring on my ship?”

[shiningsilverarmor]

Look at this little businessMOOOOOOOOTH

Dressing up like dadee and ready to take over on the world. 

[magioffire]

Was gonna give Vali a cool Troll worm skull for their birthday gift, but they can read the room and probably thought it might not be the best time-

is it the worst time, or the BEST time?

"Its the thought that counts, Bor."