#slug write

[smol-sea-slug]

Mini Giant x Reader Snuggling Thoughts

I am filled with desires to be held by someone like 10-15ft/ 3-4.5m

so have some thoughts I can't get out of my head

Being gently scooped up and grabbed like someone would a cat by the giant before being rolled into their arms snugly. Their one arm cradling beneath your body, keeping you stable and secure, while the other wraps around your side, holding you close to their chest.

From this position, your legs hang loosely over the side of their arms, while you can easily snuggle in and listen to their heartbeat or squish yourself further into their soft, warm chest, where you can feel the rumble of their voice as they talk gently to you.

Lying down with them and their arms resting over you like a comfortably heated weighted blanket keeping you held close.

Or you and the giant comfortably cuddled together them being the big spoon by a large margin. The giant's back pressing against your arms, surrounding you, keeping you safely caged in. You can feel their gentle breathing pressing their chest into your back in a soothing and comforting rhythm as you both relax

Getting nuzzles from the giant that cover your entire chest, intense affection given as softly as possible, you're probably still going to lose your balance or simply be squished into them until the giant is content

The giant getting a teeny case of cute aggression and having to gently squish your face or simply all of you into them to get it out of their system because they can't process how cute and small you are

✨mini giants ✨

[divinit3a]

woa!! happy mermay!!! have some Fish Guys!!!

[thoughtkick]

Maybe I need somebody that could save me from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy.

Slug, “If I Was Santa Claus”

[hegory-grousing]

im not a writer so this doesn't have real dialogue. mad libs I guess. I imagine this happens often on their lunch dates hehe

[unicornpopcorn14]

You know what I'm thinking?

About Chuuya, after his reunion with Dazai, never calling him Mackerel seriously.

About Dazai, trying to provoke him into doing so and failing repeatedly, till the question "why?" slips out in frustration.

And Chuuya, replying by giving a reminiscent gaze towards Dazai's eyes for almost a full minute, before shrugging and saying, "Eh, that stupid nickname just doesn't roll off the tongue anymore..."

To which Dazai goes "????"

[thedaddycomplex]

do you still perchance have the stories about the man eating slugs

Probably. Somewhere. I have boxes of journals packed away and it's likely in one of those.

If you care, I once did a recap of what I could remember of the story in an older post, so I pasted it here along with the reason I never perused publishing the whole thing anywhere.

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A small-town sheriff is called to the house where the elderly tenant has been found mostly eaten. The only clue? Slimy residue!

The sheriff teams with a scientist to try to determine what in the gooey heck happened. As the scientist studies the slime, the sheriff gets a call. Another body was found.

Anyway, this goes on for a while, I really racked up the body count (even kids and pets) and I totally went full-tilt boogie into the gore of it all. Anyway, then the scientist, who’s stumped by the slime… uh, I think her assistant or something mentions his vegetable garden and that he’s always dealing with snails… something like that.

The scientist, who’s been thinking the slime was some sort of man-made chemical used in the murders, has an epiphany. She conducts more tests and — voilà! — she proves the slime is slug trails. (Hey, I never claimed this story was smart.)

By now, the slugs are getting more bloodthirsty, more brazen. Rather than waiting for people to sleep, they start attacking during the day. If I remember correctly, they slowly eat their way through a school at one point because the kids somehow got trapped in there or something.

The sheriff and his deputies confront the horde, but all they have are guns, so they only pick off a few before a couple of the deputies are overrun and eaten. The scientist says they have to kill the horde of slugs all at once. The sheriff comes up with the plan — they’ll use themselves and a few other people as bait to draw the slugs into the abandoned mine in the mountain that looms over the town.

They pack the mine with explosives, draw the slugs slowly up the mountain, and escape through a side tunnel. (I think I had a whole thing in which they couldn’t get out initially, y’know, just to make it more tense.) Then, they blow the mine up, sending a shower of rocks and slug bits down on the town below.

As the sheriff, the scientist, and the remaining townsfolk celebrate their victory, unseen in the woods on the outskirts of town, a snail rises up and attacks a cat. And so a new horror begins.

The end.

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I don’t think I ever explained why the slugs suddenly started eating people.

The whole thing was handwritten and done in one- or two-page installments over the course of a year. After that, I attempted to do a werewolf story, but halfway through I realized I was just rewriting Cycle of the Werewolf and bailed on it.

I never did anything with the story because years later I found out horror author Shaun Hutson had written a book in 1982 (predating my story by about 6 years) with pretty much the exact same premise called Slugs. It was also turned into a movie.

[ashwithane]

au where the gang adopts a rainbow slug and names it dunban, much to the dismay of dunban sr, who dislikes rainbow slugs

individual panels below:

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I saw you were having a bad time so here’s grandpa Abel and baby Koden 🥺🧡 hope things look up for you!

ALAJWBDKFHFCBKSWI

Smiles they’re SO CUTE

Look how squishy baby Koden’s cheeks are oh my gosh 😭

Abel’s faaaaace 😭😭😭

Gosh I wish I could scream more about this I’m just going to hold it and admire it thank you so much

[kais-testosterone-shot]

guhghrgughrgh

[819x220]

he who has lost what you have lost

will never stop anywhere - x

r1999 inspired au ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♪

[leaving-fragments]

henry lennox could not believe his eyes

[smol-sea-slug]

Sizey thoughts before I go to sleep

you are eepy and so is your giant so how to get comfy?

do they scoop up your sleepy self from wherever you were and carry you off to bed? Or do you have to go wake your beloved sleeping giant so they don’t wake up with any aches from sleeping on the couch?

do you sleep on their chest? curled up in their arms? cradled gently beneath their hands as they hold you close to their heart?

do you fall asleep to the vibrations in their chest as you both quietly chat to each other trading soft words and stifled giggles? Or does the quiet set in faster and your lullaby is their heart beat, slow and strong?

do you fall asleep first? slowly balling your hands up in their shirt cuddling in so close to them knowing you are absolutely safe and sound in their care? Or do you get unknowingly doted on by your giant the most gentle touches tucking you in close or brushing hair away from your face so nothing disturbs your slumber?

whatever the answer is you and your giant are cozy and warm and safe

🌙 Good night~ ✨

[quarterlifekitty]

Helloooo, I just wanted to say I really enjoy your profile picture.

I love the little guy. Last week one came into our bathroom through an open window so obviously I had a little photoshoot with him and dre different hats on him on my phone. My personal favourite was the 🎩

Right??? Such a cute, full bodied slug. I thought this slug almost looked kind of like a beautiful woman idk why it’s just the vibe I get

[kelocitta]

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

[perfectfeelings]

Maybe I need somebody that could save me from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy.

Slug, “If I Was Santa Claus”

[sluggmuffin]

Now I’m IN NOW WAY complaining about the angst BUT if you WANT to write another one, I won’t complain 😊

I love you 😊😊

I'm not your 'bro' ~ E42! Miles Morales

Summary: Miles makes you burn your grilled nutella sandwiches (which are bomb btw) but it's okay bc he gives you kisses

Contains: fluff, use of Ma/Mami

A/N: pls try a grilled nutella sandwich idc if ur allergic (jk) but I tried one for the first time and they're soooooo good

"hugs from behind"

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You were leaned over the stove, watching to make sure your grilled nutella sandwiches didn't burn.

You invited Miles to come over, knowing he had taken a difficult math quiz today. The front door opened and in comes Miles. He immediately drops his backpack on the floor and walks over to where you are, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he gives you a hug from behind.

"Tired, Miles?" You ask, flipping the grilled sandwiches.

"Very," He mumbles into the crook of your neck, swaying you back and forth.

"Si quieres vete a mi cuarto y ve a dormir."

"I'm okay Ma, I'll just wait until you're done" He replies, turning you around so your back is towards the counter and you're facing him.

"Miles- the sandwiches," you mumble as he presses a warm kiss to your lips.

"They're fine, I just wanted to kiss you." He murmurs, pressing another one to your nose, before kissing your lips again.

You place your hand behind his neck, deepening the kiss, before breaking away to the smell of burnt bread.

You flip the sandwiches over to check how burnt they are, and show him the bread, which might as well just be charcoal. "Bro they burnt!"

"I'm not your bro, Mami. And besides, it's fine I'll still eat it." A smile tugs at his lips as he hugs you from behind once more and takes the plate from you and takes a bite. "Grilled Nutella Sandwich, my favorite."

"I thought I was your favorite!" You pout playfully, crossing your arms.

He takes a bite of the sandwich and huffs, "Eh, you're a close second, bro."