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captinaubs · 6 months

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Bug people of tumblr, I need help. I found a very hurt praying mantis in my house that my cat most likely got to. They are pretty messed up, and I don't know how to help.

It has several of their limbs broken, it's wings are damaged, and an abdomen injury.

I honestly don't think they'll make it. But if anyone one knows how to give them a better chance, or at least make them more comfortable, please let me know.

#bug help #bugblr #insects #bugs #help #hurt bug #hurt insect #praying mantis #injured bug

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wasyago · 7 months

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so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

#inspired by the random youtube short i saw about how these types of questions are not really about logic but about emotion and reassurance #doesn't matter if the question doesn't make sense. you say 'yes' because you love them no matter what. not because its a worm or a bug or #or anything. its a way of saying 'i will love you when you've changed and when you're different. because it's still *you*.'#idk something about it just felt so gentle and genuine. like a pure display of affection through a silly question...#and of course fnc was the first thing i thought about because i got brainworms #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #gillion tidestrider #my art #sketch #also im back from a vacation! and i feel so awful i got sick the first day home and im sitting here at 6am drawing fishes and chips #the dialog feels a little ooc but i cant figure out if it really is or if its because my head hurts and i cant think #tbh it doesn't really matter.......... but it matters to me augh #ALSO yes the under the cut bit is about episode 109. i dont know if its clear or not

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ink-ghoul · 1 year

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Is so interesting to me how Grian is a character driven and often blinded by violence

No friendships or alliances or feelings exist to him when the opportunity to stab someone arrives, the satisfaction of a kill is a priority over everything else

But that doesn't mean he's merciless, he regrets his actions when the clarity strikes, and yet he keeps lacking self control

Like the analogy of the button, he just can't help himself to do the things he does, because he's himself

And it's funny how this applies to hermitcraft too, he only stops when the pranks go to far and someone gets injured, characterized by his usual ''Oh no I didn't think this through''

#I hate him /pos #limited life #life series #hermitcraft #picture hc!Grian having to repair all his friend tools because he got things too far #jsdkfljhs #he's so interesting to me I'd like to study him like a bug /pos #grian #he also loves so hard but as much as he hurts ughhhhhhghhg

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4d-teevee · 8 months

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warning: this depicts what it feels like (through my own personal lens) to go through the motions of trauma; ie panic attacks, meltdowns, ptsd, etc.

if you’re not in a spot to watch something like that do not please

be kind to yourselves out there 💜

drink water, take meds, eat food

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rise tmnt #unpause rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #donatello hamato #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #michaelangelo hamato #rottmnt angst #hurt comfort shit #the bug collector #this song is so them coded #rottmnt animatic #rottmnt post movie

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mmmairon · 6 months

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Hi mairon! I love the self insert comfort you did it was so cute! Would you be able to make some more? Possibly diluc taking care of someone like the girl you did in the last one — maybe putting them to bed because I’m suffering w my insomnia right now 😅 if you can’t dw!

oh, to be tucked snugly into bed by Diluc Ragnvindr

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months

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(he likes to b the little spoon)

Ghosties/ Witch-Reader au got nominated for a ‘comfort’ based doodling last night and it turned out,, longer than expected sjdgdjdhd

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forlorn-crows · 10 months

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crow. babe. darling. my love.

do you know what i need? i need aeon and dew reluctantly being sweet. all the tension that's hung in the air between them dissolving as one of them sneaks into bed because being alone is too much right now, even if their only option is someone who (they think) hates them.

i know you know what i mean.

oh wow how convenient of an ask. would you look at that. and from my sweet darling mal. however could you have known what i wanted to write today. that is crazy (tee hee)

what is ALSO crazy is APPARENTLY @miasmaghoul and i, onCE AGAIN, have the same braincell and wrote basically the same fucking thing at the same fucking time. no, i literally told her nothing about what i was writing beyond "aeon/dew comfort somethin somethin", and she told me nothing about hers. love you bitch

a little bit of aeon/dew Feelings. breaking down walls and such. @waywardsamaritan inspired me to write them with their fic about dew bein all sweet to aeon.

iimagazh means 'little light' in ghoulish; word so graciously borrowed from mal's big lore brain

Dew flips around for what feels like the hundredth time, smushing his cheek into his pillow with more force than necessary. Sleep continues to slip through his claws like fine sand, leaving a heavy weight of . . . something in its wake. Maybe it’s just insomnia or uncomfortable bus bunks. Maybe it’s the pinprick of emptiness gnawing at the back of his brainstem, a feeling that situated itself there as soon as they left for tour.

He wishes Aether were here. To pull him close with those big, warm arms. Aid his addled mind. Kiss him on his hairline and lull him to sleep with a few well-placed waves of quintessence.

But he’s not.

Instead, Dew stares across the aisle at Aeon’s sleeping form. His eyes roam over his back, bouncing between his wide shoulders. His chest rises and falls evenly in sleep. Lucky bastard, the fire ghoul thinks. Envious. He can almost feel the tug of Aeon’s magick from here, the tiniest tingling at the edges of his awareness. Dew can recognize it well enough, even if it’s not the same brand, so to speak. It’s more subtle than Aether’s, more demure. For as big as his presence is on stage, his magickal footprint is anything but. Aeon’s is more of a low hum, stuck in a tight aura around his vessel. It doesn’t quite warm a room like Aether’s, big in energy and personality as he is. But Dew’s caught the edge of his quintessence enough times to start to get familiar with its calm, yet electric spirals.

It’s dangerously tempting now, even with their strained relationship. Dew clutches the pillow in his arms a little tighter, scoots closer to the edge of the bunk. He could crawl in with Mountain, as he’s done already so many nights prior. Tucked himself into his nest of long limbs, drawing close to the steady, grounding beat of his heart in his rumbling chest. Putting him as close as he can to their oldest bond.

He’s just not Aether. And as much as he hates to admit it, he misses the calming touch of quintessence in general, not just from his mate.

Dew feels vulnerable. Like his longing has cracked open a chasm in his chest and left him open. Wanting.

His body is moving before his brain can ruminate any further. He slips down from his bunk, careful to avoid the creak of the built-in’s edge. Dew pads across the small aisle, standing dumbly in front of Aeon’s bunk. Breathing as quietly as his lungs will allow.

Fuck it.

Deftly, the fire ghoul climbs over Aeon and into his bunk, nearly launching himself into the back wall in effort not to jostle the other ghoul. The quintessence ghoul grumbles a little at the dip in the mattress but doesn't fully wake. Dew situates himself close to his front, moving to curl his limbs into himself so as not to touch. Just enough to be close.

"Hmm . . . iimagazh. . ." Aeon mumbles, pulling the fire ghoul to his chest and throwing a leg over his hips. The lisp of infernal language makes Dew’s breath hitch, let alone the way Aeon easily slots himself against his suddenly over-warm body and presses his nose against the crown of his head, right between the horns, and sighs heavily.

This is not how this was supposed to go. He can’t know it’s Dew. There’s no reason to elicit such an intimate reaction from someone he’s barely even touched beyond a civil handshake. The fire ghoul holds his breath and wishes he could whisk himself back to his bunk.

It only takes a few more moments before Aeon unsurprisingly stirs, brow furrowing as he no doubt inhales the scent of fresh shampoo and burnt spices. The quintessence ghoul lets out a confused chirp, shifting back to blink open his eyes and stare at the ghoul in his arms.

Dew’s eyes are as wide as saucers, fingers curled weakly into Aeon’s sleep shirt. Aeon flicks his gaze all over, realization blooming across his cheeks in the form of a lilac blush, visible even in the dim of the bunk.

“Uh.” He clears his throat weakly. “Thought you were ‘Rora,” Aeon mutters, avoiding Dew’s eyes in the dark. He moves to pull away, but Dew interrupts.

“Is it . . . okay that I’m not?”

Aeon makes a small noise, a cross between surprise and disbelief. He hovers between too far and close enough, breaths as shallow as a rabbit’s. Something unreadable crosses his face, but eventually he relaxes a little. Tentatively rests a hand on Dew’s hip. “S-sure. It’s alright.”

“Okay.”

He’s not sure which of them moves first. But soon after he speaks the word they’re pressed together once more, skinny legs intertwined and Aeon’s arms holding him close. He’s surprisingly dense, if Dew had to choose a word for it. He’s not as big and soft as Aether—he’s closer to Dew’s own physique, with a dash of Rain’s height and limber joints. But there’s still a gentle edge to him, comforting in a different way—smells different too. Like the static in the air before a storm, like cool air and myrrh. Yet underneath the mark of quintessence is something else; sage, a hint of metallic tang, and the smell of sap that bursts from a freshly broken branch. Earthy.

Dew doesn’t want to unpack how that makes him feel right now.

Silence passes between them, broken only by the shuffle of limbs, Mountain's snores from the bunk above, and the dull rumble of the tires on the road.

"Thought you hated me," Aeon whispers.

Dew sighs. Rubs his face into Aeon's shirt. "Don't hate you. M' sorry."

A beat. Then: “I’m glad you don’t.” Dew lifts his head up, face now millimeters from Aeon’s, tips of their noses barely brushing. Copper eyes gaze into dark ashy brown ones, searching. The quintessence ghoul reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair back behind Dew’s horns, touch feather-light. And though Aeon’s gaze dips down to his mouth, almost imperceptibly, he only leans in to place a chaste kiss to his forehead before tucking his head back under his chin with a slow exhale. In a way, Dew’s thankful for that. He slips his arms around Aeon’s middle, shuffling as close as possible before allowing himself to close his eyes and release the last bit of tension still straightening his spine.

Mountain’s the first one up in the morning, dropping down from his bunk with a soft thud. He’s met with the sight of the two lanky ghouls absolutely tangled up in each other in the same small bunk, Dew notably flung across Aeon’s torso and drooling onto his shoulder. The earth ghoul looks at them with amused shock, fondness tugging at his heart a little.

“Oh ho ho, look what we have—” Swiss is immediately silenced by a well-deserved pillow smack from across the aisle. Mountain frowns at him, miming for the multi ghoul to shut his mouth.

“Not a word,” he hisses. Mountain presses into his mind instead. That, the earth ghoul points to them, is the best sleep he has gotten this entire time.

Swiss holds his hands up in surrender, smirk tugging at his lips. Okay, okay. I’ll let the gremlin and his new friend have their beauty sleep.

#ask #mal #ficlet #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew/aeon #aeon/dew #phantom/dew #dew/phantom #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #first time writing the new bug how do we feel #hurt/comfort

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assiraphales · 4 months

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franky's backstory really does make me go crazy because he's cast away by his parents (implied to be because he's too much to handle) and he's left at water 7. he's taken in by a ragtag group --tom, kokoro, begrudgingly iceburg-- but he pushes back relentlessly against them. he tests their limits constantly to see how much they'll put up with. to see if they'll get rid of him too. keeps his distance. does his own thing. he wants to belong so badly!!! he wants a family!!! but he his first one already abandoned him. eventually he does give in, like a stray cat who keeps coming back for food but eventually lets themselves be pet. he helps with the sea train. he has fun. lets himself relax. but then its HIS creations that tear their family apart. he's done it again, its his fault, they let him get close and he hurt them. even without meaning to. tom dies. franky can't save him. he puts his body in front of a sea train, ready to die, and even death wouldn't come to him. he's left to rebuild his broken body (the body that wasn't enough to protect tom). kokoro becomes an alcoholic. iceburg becomes even more frigid. and franky stays. he stays in water 7. I know there's a level of guilt in this decision, but its also because he refuses to lose his brother the same way he lost tom. because he knows the day will come where the world govt decides to target iceburg. and he WILL be there. he even dedicates his life to the underground with a group of misfits (protecting it as well as running it) so he can know every face that comes in and out of the city. he will protect the ones he loves. I wonder if that's part of the reason he continues to modify himself. to rebuild parts of his body that failed him in the past. so that he's never left helpless when the people he cares for most need him. anyways

#as u can tell I may have a new bug in jar character. i'm shaking him gently #there's something about a silly goofy guy who is deep down hurting tbh #one piece #franky one piece #longpost #I have know him two days and I love him

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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vs

#KNOX ART (me)#Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkey King | Sun Wukong #Six Eared Macaque #this is /lh bGKLSA;DMFAWE #drew these doodles a while ago but didn't post em cause i was busy with reposters bGKAMOFE #Anyway swk and mac is like if u had a bff that hurt all ur other friends so u cut it off with them because they won't stop and then they #started following you around and bugging ur younger sib to try and get to you and people expected u to apologize BGA;LSKEMF;AWE #k maybe I'm a little salty bG;LSKAMF;AOEW I MAINLY DREW THIS TO BE FUNNY THO

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mixelation · 1 month

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How often is Jigsaw, sorry Tori, trapping people in barrier death traps that slowly deplete on oxygen or boil the victim alive versus just getting people with the classic ‘Touch to instantly die’ seals. Is Tori a ninja serial killer?

see, from tori's POV, she's doing a bunch of things that feel like completely natural escalations. there's a ninja squatting on your farm and you'd feed her for a week if she got him to go away? it's okay, she can set up a barrier run on trees that will effectively last as long as the tree lives.... oh no, actually, there's now no way to let this guy go without risking him retaliating on her/other civilians and just going back to what he was doing. guess she'll leave him for dead? or maybe it's more merciful to kill this guy outright, except he's trapped in a barrier. well, she can make a vacuum inside by manipulating temperature, right? oh no, that didn't work? okay well here's a death seal you can use, enemy ninja, if you don't want to starve to death. she's going to workshop the vacuum seal now because it's bothering her it didn't work, don't mind her. oh you went for the death seal? cool, the people she's been staying with were starting to hint she should leave, and now she can use your pocket change to buy her own food and can move on assured that her nice hosts are safe :)

but then from the outside it looks like "she trapped him, spent a few days fucking around in front of him while he desperately tried to escape, until he killed himself and she was like 'oh well, free stuff!' and looted his corpse"

#she does sometimes ambush or trick ninja 100% to rob them for supplies/money because in her POV they're fair targets #and usually she'll try nonviolent methods but also sometimes if her plan goes wrong she DOES end up hurting/killing people in defense #but she rarely STARTS OFF thinking she's going to kill someone #sometimes it just turns out to be the only solution she can swing safely???#like trapping a dangerous bug in a cup and then being like 'wait this thing could KILL me' and killing it instead of releasing it outside #asynchronicity

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bonefall · 25 days

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I'm thinking of writing a Grey Wing redemption/pissed off fic where Grey is the one who kills Clear Sky/Skystar (a la Scourge) after he threatens Thunder/Thunderstar and another of Grey's adopted kits.

But idk how Grey gets that pissed. Thoughts?

Idk anon I'm gonna be honest, that feels really unlike Gray Wing. I'd say to use Thunder for a plot like that, tbh, the character that canonically makes several loud and angry rejections of Clear Sky's violence.

I don't like Gray Wing but he's very well characterized, y'know? Even at his absolutely most pissed moment in-canon he can only taunt Clear Sky into killing him with his Star Line. He's verbal, not physical.

He's able to land a little hit on people here and there, but he usually requires an entire group to do damage (Tom the Wifebeater and One Eye). Overall he's really bad at fighting. Good hunter, bad fighter. Even before his asthma he was kinda pathetic; killed Fox with a lucky hit, tried to attack Clear Sky over Jagged Peak and got curbstomped

And like, on that "verbal" thing, he's incredibly nasty and catty when he's upset. Barking at Turtle Tail for having the wrong friend, smugly watching Bumble get dragged off, shouting at Thunder several times over various things, the... whatever the hell the Erins thought they were doing with Jagged Peak (i still maintain that gray was actually totally right to scream at him that One Time, fuck u jagged peak).

I feel pretty strongly that his anger is primarily vocal. He's more likely to start yelling than hitting. If it does come down to an actual death match, he's more likely to get turned into tomato paste lmaoooo

So if he ever DID kill Clear Sky, I'd suggest it be an accident or as a result of one of his plans. In addition to his lack of physical capacity, honestly? I think Gray Wing would buckle if he had to make that choice.

He'd have his claw on his throat and be unable to pull down. Might be able to start screaming, "YOU TOOK MY BROTHER FROM ME!" or make a really harsh speech, maybe even cast Vicious Mockery. But I don't think he could ever ACTUALLY do a Yellowfang, let alone a Scourge. Not even if he saw Clear personally kill someone he loves.

If he ever actually did get Clear Sky killed, he'd also, honestly, probably change immensely for the negative. OR AT LEAST needing a long time to recover and accept he had no choice. I can't imagine him being able to live with the "guilt" very well, it would weigh on him. The "gentleness" would melt away as he becomes overall quite miserable and snappish, like he usually is when he's not happy.

(Could be very interesting to give someone else the kill after Gray can't bring himself to do it. Like Thunder jumped in to save his life, but it causes their relationship to fall apart completely.)

Overall I'd treat the premise as more of a "tragedy" than a "catharsis." Not based in anger, but immense pain and frustration.

#YOU ARE NOT THE GUY (yellowfang).#YOU (gray wing) ARE NOT CAPABLE OF BEING THE GUY (yellowfang).#I HAD A GUY (brokenstar) AND NOW I DON'T (dead brokenstar)#AND YOU (gray wing) ARE NOT THE GUY (yellowfang).#I don't LIKE Gray Wing but I feel like I GET him #It's like... i dislike him because i understand him #Ive known people like him.#So when he's (in my opinion) out of character it extra bugs me because That's Not Him #I want everyone to hate him correctly lmaooooooo #Someone told me im like a dude asking for pronouns so I cuss him out right and its so true #Rewrites also. I also like takes on the character that are kind with him #And examine his mindset as something that hurts others but also himself #Because it does!!#Enabling is bad for EVERYONE #Even though it may be based on kindness or good intention.#Bones gives advice

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nomlioart · 2 months

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i was supposed to do it earlier but i was really lazy lol, but here you go

my pepstavo hcs in a nutshell

a lil more in the tags 👁️

#so i wanted to comment on a few things #they show affection through words AND actions #they just do it equally #as for confessing feeling i want to make a comic about it but i have no idea when it'll happen + it might take me a long time lol #but yeah peppino was the one who gains the courage to do it and gustavo was pretty oblivious lol #he never expected that pep had feelings for him #gustavo wouldn't even hurt a fly because he loves nature #peppino on the contrary but he doesn't squash bugs or anything in front of gustavo because he knows how much he is connected with nature lo #he just doesn't like bugs gsdhjsdgfj #peppino doesn't like pda cuz he prefers to show his feelings privately between the two of them #he's too shy for that #gustavo on the other hand is neutral about it and understands peppino #peppino can be very overprotective of gus but he just can't beat gustavo sdfsghf #he's always worried about pep when he does something to himself or gets into another fight with Noise for example #gus immediately runs for bandages then sfghgysfud #i've mentioned it before but pep has zero experience in a relationship #gustavo is his first love #and gus once had a partner #a girlfriend #but this relationship was veeeeery short-lived #like... maybe one week or two lmao #they didn't even kiss once pff only hugs #MORE IN COMMENTS CUZ THERE'S A LIMIT IN TAGS BSCJXWUB #pizza tower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #gustavo #pepstavo #my art #my stuff

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mouse-drawings · 1 month

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Three bugs climb up to the top, but how many can come down?

I have a few ideas for this, but as I was thinking about it, I got curious.

#mousedrawings art #bug fables #hollow knight #kabbu bf #leif bf #vi bf #radiance hk #id in alt #curious about your reasoning too!#I think he has 50/50 chances #If we consider how it affected the mantises #Or Brеtta or Slу #But I think if he DID get infected he wouldn't hurt his friends #he would start hurting everything that got too close to his friends instead #because we know that infected bugs can have instincts like 'protecting' or 'hating on the poor'#hollow fables

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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excuse me i need to Muse on something for a moment

so in Wally's secret 'vinyl' audios, specifically the last few (if we're listening to em in chronological order), obviously he starts to sound more strained/distressed. his breathing is more labored, like it's taking all of his energy to make contact.

but the audio that really caught my attention was the "But i still can't see" one. cause he just said he has more eyes than he did before. he knows We draw them a lot, and it's thanks to that that he can see. but he still can't see?

so my question is: where is Wally physically? cause although he can (assumedly) see the WHRP goings on, he can see through the eyes We draw, that could all be on a, uh... more Intangible level of sight. like the spiral pit is forming an eye, and then there's the eye on the ceiling in the secret Staff Only section - could Wally be in the pit, that space between his reality and Ours, "watching" through the eyes? but unable to actually see with due to the pit being pitch black nothingness? is he somewhere else? is he stuck? he can see, but he can't... see.

(or is he trying to explain an abstract concept - he's not actually viewing anything, but he can sense it. like how he knows We're there, even if he can't see or hear Us. but he just doesn't have the words to describe it other than using physical senses - see, hear, look.)

and him saying "...that I can see. But it is still... I can't..." but it's still what, Wally? dark? something else that he doesn't have the words to describe, so he just says that he can't see?

i know that in the Livestream Trivia Document (compiled by @/the neighborhoodwatch) there was something said about Wally being in a box. my first thought reading that was "oh, so he's in storage? the physical puppet, i mean?" which would make sense - show's over, there's no more use for him. pack 'em up and put him away. but that paired with the "can't see" audio makes both seem a lil... connected.

Wally can't see > he's likely somewhere dark > the inside of closed boxes are dark > Wally's in a box. (or maybe the Neighborhood is the box? it's a stretch, i know, but the map is a box. television sets are often set up in "boxes". maybe it's less of a physical storage box and more of a 'boxed in' sort of thing...)

one question i've had since the Start of my interest in this incredible project is: how is Wally communicating? how has he connected to the site? how does he connect to our reality? the pit almost definitely has something to do with it - most likely acting as a bridge, or the deteriorating of the barrier between our two 'worlds' - but if Wally is in a box and Not the pit or even just in the puppet's reality... how is he reaching us beyond just seeing through the eyes he's given?

or is he in their reality, and he can contact through the pit or something, but he can't actually see the other side? Our side? he knows it's there - that We're there - but none of it is visible to him. maybe his apparent disassociation in the 14 bug audios is a demonstration of him contacting Us. we can see through him, but it's a one way street.

and speaking of the pit - i just had a thought. his whole thing with Us letting him in, opening... the pit on the neighborhood map is getting bigger and clearer. but the presumed Other Side, the one on the Staff Only ceiling, is small. it's the size of a ceiling panel. it seems to me that Wally is chipping away at his side of the pit or 'portal', trying to reach Our reality, but he needs Us to do the same thing on the other side. the QA can hear him calling, but there's no phone on their (Our) side of the pit. how do We call back???

there's a fundamental barrier & lack of understanding between Wally and the QA/Us. he's trying. he wants to be let in, but what does that mean, really? let him in where? open what? he's desperate. he wants us to understand. he's trying so so hard Without the right tools to clearly communicate what he wants. he can't see Us, We can see him, both know the other is there, but there's no way to connect. and the attempts are hurting all parties involved, however unintentionally