#bloody bug

[celestiall0tus]

Bloody Bug, Fabled Origin

More mini comics to come, but you can read the beginnings of Bloody Bug's tale here

[bigfatbreak]

bloody swarm was genius... can we get her with the ox miraculous too? please???? the nose ring would work so well!!! (i think)

between you and me, she seems the charging type

[darksilvania]

Fakemon Challenge #6 - REFLECTERROR (Bug/Ghost) The Haunted Mirror pokemon

It is based on the Mirror Spider, Haunted Mirrors and the urban legend of Bloody Mary

The mirrorr in the abdomen of REFLECTERROR works as a portal between the world of the living and the dead, allowing the pokemon to call fort spirits that it can control.

It usually inhabits old abandoned buildings, waiting for humans to come close and look into it, so they an be attacked by the spirit.

[onenicebugperday]

@robinsoninspace​ submitted: A beetle I saw by the side of a path in Wales.  It was blue black and about an inch long.  I think it might be a bloody-nosed beetle?  (correct me if I’m wrong)  I like the segments on it’s antennae and legs.

Very pretty blue-black color! And yes, that’s certainly what it looks like :)

Do you want to see a bloody-nosed beetle larva? They are...so fat

:’) Photos by jturner123

[ticklishcicada]

Zack gets bored waiting for meat to cook

context is in my zack lives au tag

[ozcarr]

Thinking about the carapace. The facade. The exoskeleton.

Among other things

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: Heard Jesper screaming bloody murder down the hall so I bolted to where he was

Wylan: Tell me why I find him standing on the coffee table with a pillow beating the shit out of a bug on the wall

Jesper: I wasn’t “screaming bloody murder” that was my battle cry

Jesper: Im a warrior

Wylan: I thought you were dying

[botherbug]

ANON REQUEST!! Lamb from cult of the lamb stimboard. With red/black/white with satanic / demonic themes as well as sheep fursuits!!!!! Thank you for requesting!!

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[tricoufamily]

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[hella1975]

hi hella I read the first 2 chapters of aftg and this is how it went

ok tbh I was planning on going further than two chapters like I said I'm in a mountain shack rn internet isn't always great and also my dad would prefer that I'm not constantly on my phone so I was SUPPOSED to do more reading. but. tee bee h. I got through 2 chapters and was like oh I'm so fucking bored let me get on tumblr again

okay but your commentary is so fucking funny

[celestiall0tus]

Mini Bloody Bug

I'm honestly looking forward to this challenge. You've no idea how excited I am.

[samepisodebracket]

Round 1; Group 5

[datakisser]

Ok so I finally watched star trek beyond and I actually loved it so much what the actual fuck

No it’s not just cuz spock whimpers a lot

But seriously it was so good, especially coming off the first two movies. Might collect my thoughts properly on it later, but don’t hold me to it my attention span is short :]

[gregmarriage]

i may be lame as fuck, permanently single, celibate, with no prospects, but fuck it, i’m eating garlic crackers and watching 90’s japanese women’s wrestling

[writinginthesecrettrees]

So yeah.

Dean finds the porn Sam did to make ends meet in Stanford, and he doesn't say anything. But suddenly Centerfold is playing non-stop ("Driver picks the music, bitch.") and belting out "My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, my angel is the centerfold" and it doesn't take a pre-law genius long to figure out what's eating at him.

And maybe they never really broke up but that last time (furtive, angry, desperate, hurryhurryhurry before the bus pulls up) had been a goodbye and they both know that Dean's flings and Sam's almost-fiancee in those years weren't cheating. But this... getting money for getting fucked on film feels like a betrayal. If Sam would rather do porn than call Dean for help... Maybe the betrayal was his. He could have gone with Sam, could have kept him safe, could have gotten a job or hustled pool or, hell, he could have done the porn so Sammy could focus on school and stay his only. If Sam was doing porn, Dean had failed him. As a brother, as a lover--

Sam's voiice cuts through his thoughts. "I pretended they were you. I just... I was so empty without you."

And he wants to say he was too but instead he says "looked stuffed full to me," under his breath, half-hoping Sam won't hear and he doesn't look. Can't bear to see the kicked puppy hurt in Sam's eyes that he doesn't deserve because it was Dean's failing. Dean's fault.

And that's why he deserves the "Bet it took you all of an hour to fall into some bar slut's bed" Sam throws at him and the only time he's ever heard that venomous tone was aimed at Dad. Dean takes a breath, tries to pull his thoughts into some semblance of an argument and maybe if they get it all out, bleed out the poison, they can be them again, but Sam sighs before Dean can respond. "Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean says, because he still wants that fight but if Sam's gonna be all mature. He glances over to see Sam with some wry smile and a bottomless sadness etched on his face, quickly hidden when he notices Dean looking.

"Yeah, whatever," Sam says and maybe it's his imagination, maybe wishful thinking, but Dean could swear there's longing there, some note that reminds him of years gone by. Back when they still tried to be just brothers.

And it's the way Sam chuckles as he calls Dean "Jerk" that has Dean changing the music, and he's not belting it out but he still sings along with "buckle up baby, it's a bumpy ride, we're two kids hitching down the road of life" and the ache in his heart eases just a little when Sam's hand slides over to brush against his leg.

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

@febuwhump Day 14 - Bloody Tiles

Crack.

"It seems to be responding well to the trials, despite initial hiccups. This might be the one to..."

The moth snarls wordlessly at the roaches, barely an inch away. It knows that they can't hear it, not through the wall, but it feels cathartic to imagine that they can. The throb of broken chitin is thankfully absent, despite the rift splintered in their thorax, the flesh reweaving its way between it numb but painless. There is little that it truly feels nowadays, but the exchange was worth it, in its eyes. Rot worms beneath its skin, and it lets it work, directing the repurposed biomass of its opponent to repairing its wounds.

More combat tests. More bugs dead by its claws. It is beginning to grow sick and tired of so much as seeing something thrown into the ring with it, but it endures. The mouthful of mass that it can snatch from each opponent is more valuable than any other resource it has.

They still haven't realized that its healing is more than an effect of the Blight they pumped into it. They still haven't realized it thinks, more than the crystal network in its thorax is programmed to do. They still haven't realized it can plot, it can plan, it can prepare.

Every day it is stuck in testing is another day its siblings suffer. It can feel them even now, their pain echoing through the lines of the network. The crystals imbedded within their bodies are both blessing and curse, a lifeline and a horrible reminder of just how much those around it are suffering. Connection is a double-edged sword, a blade both necessary and painful.

Another sibling cries out in agony. Another light dims, pain jolting through the bond before it abruptly shuts off forever. It sharpens its claws, digging them into the wall between it and the roach scientists.

"...should run a few more tests before calling it in for the night.

Its claws split on the walls. It can see yellow-green hemolymph drip from the cracks, feel the slight loss of mass as its bodily fluids drip out of it. Its rotting blood pools in the cracks between the tiles, leaves long streaks on the walls where it came. The Blight in them still roils in it, damaging the linoleum as it decays at a pace a thousandfold beyond what should be.

It merely watches, claws still fixed into the grooves it's worn in the wall.

The lab reports roll into its head as it prepares to fight again. Progression. Prediction of future progress, refined and redone again. A handful of roaches talk about the potential of its future as a lab guardian. A few more drops of rotten blood spatter on the tile floor.

With every battle, it gets a tiny bit closer. With every life, its Blight gets a tiny bit stronger. With every bug it kills, the rolling, writhing pool of biomass in its chest grows just the slightest bit louder.

Some day, it'll get out. Some day, it'll be free. And when that day comes, then it'll take pleasure in spilling a drop of roach-white for every single drop of yellow-green that its siblings have bled.