#hurt insect

[captinaubs]

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

[deathfeigning]

...?

#txt #🫐 #bugblr #insectblr #insects #beetle #blue death feigning beetle #i hope the sound effect is ok wsnwksf #no beetles were hurt btw!! it was a 1-inch drop. she got up and walked away just fine afterwards.

[cantankerouscatfish]

hobby: touch of bug

also bc this is important:

#obligatory 'don't pick it up unless you know it won't hurt' #one of those black swallowtail larvae is wearing a baby sibling as a hat. as one does. #insects #bugs #(general catch-all tag)

[blindmagdalena]

Hey. what do you think homelander does?

obviously he had his work, his filming, his product placements and ads, his photo ops, his charity appearances and otherwise for Vought. I’m talking about outside of work. At 7:42 pm on a random Wednesday in November, what’s he up to? What does he do in his spare time? Does he have any hobbies?

i don’t think he does actually!! I think he may honest to god just wait around for the next role. For anyone to make him useful again.

Homelander is what Vought trained him into being, and that is tragic when he self destructs, but it is arguably even more so if and when he honestly has no idea what to do with himself without them. Like an abandoned toy, he can only do what he’s told. He’s only as good as the person commanding him decides he is.

i do love the tragedy of Homelander sitting inert in his penthouse unsure of what to do with himself in the quiet of a freedom that isn't quite freedom, especially when he was still young and fresh out of the lab.

however—and i've addressed this before—Homelander is a nerd. he has a lot of obscure trivia rattling around in his brain, and i think it's very likely, if not outright canon, that he's actually quite well read. especially regarding history.

it definitely started with his education from Vought, but imo history is something he took an independent interest in. i joke a lot about his penthouse being ugly and looking like the Smithsonian, but it makes total sense to me that it's the kind of thing he would take comfort in. he probably dreamed of visiting museums when he was still living in the lab.

he's also FULL of pop culture references (albeit dated ones) so we know he likely watches/watched a fair amount of tv, especially the news.

while i do agree that Homelander behaves more like a tool or a weapon than a person, he's also determined to be a useful tool. he initiates schemes in s1, he wants input on his image and within the company, he has goals and ideals. he's fighting desperately against the perception that he's no more than a "pretty face" who's just saying his lines ("Woop woop!") even in the early episodes of the first season.

#the short answer is that i think homelander spends a lot of time being extremely lonely and filling that gap with media consumption #and stalking people probably #harrassing maeve and madelyn off hours #bullying his team when their numbers are low #in general he's kind of just a menace #a sad bored and lonely child looking for insects to pull the legs off of because negative attention is still attention #and sometimes it feels good to hurt when you're hurting #i'm rambling now but anyways i love him #homelander #homelander headcanons #darling anon #ask and you shall receive

[diadraws]

Why do you draw Ladybug with the robo-limbs? It's cool! But also, why?

They aren't robo limbs!!! they're very much flesh-and-blood part of her. well... chitin and blood, i guess, since beetles are invertebrates that have exoskeletons. To be honest the main reason was i thought it would be cool LMAO. she's a beetle and i wanted her to have unnerving insect swag, having extra limbs sprouting from her back felt right. plus its useful for her to climb stuff in an urban environment and still be able to use her hands. i want to make more comics about the weird insect powers i have assigned her in my brain... like her antennae and compound eyes giving her extrasensory, she can see behind her own head lol. it freaks her out and overstimulates her at first but she gets used to it.

(Also I am a huge invader zim fan and the PAK legs were always cool as hell to me)

#i was considering giving her wings but im saving that for queen bee/vesperia i decided #the limbs and elytron are very much attached to her body. she is an INSECT #not art #answers #wrist still hurts but that wont stop me from infodumping

[lodium]

Don't know what I'll do with these. Could turn some into animation memes maybe …if I'll finish others. I'm not happy with a lot of moments here but then I would be stuck in another one loop of unachievable perfection. They're just sketches

The first one was made with music bc I wanted a guide, I like rhythmic animation (mine is not so rhythmic still) and overall liked the sound. But I'm awkward to post it and worried about copyright. Idk how animators do this the duality

#damn my wrist started to hurt again. May be a bit harder to make stuff #insect #mantis #monster #animation #lodium stuff

[justablah56]

oh to be some sort of an invertebrate creature and have not a spine

#just blahs #my back hurts so bad you guys #man . oh to be an insect and have no problems . #back problems that is #period mention warning for this next tag #and . spoiler alert . being on my period as well doesnt help

[triptych-of-voids]

medic please help me there's a fat fucking wasp in my room and it wont leave. THE DOOR IS OPEN, THE WINDOWS ARE OPEN, WHY WONT IT LEAVE!?

oh i cannot be trusted to safely deal with insects i will do whatever it takes to kill them no matter the colateral.... but its probably in there because it wants something. food? water? bad weather outside? i wish you luck in dealing with it

#id get a flamethrower but ahh.. maybe youre fond of insects and dont want to hurt it? #scale from one to ten how afraid of wasps are you? #smiles #no but really its probably in there for a reason i bet #maybe you can coax it to leave with a snack or water by the window or something #hm #the doc is in #replies from the void

[littlewigglers]

Finally allowed out

#bug #bugs #insect #insects #millipede #millipedes #gaint golden #I wear gloves because I just really hate dirt under my nails #my hands also sweat a ton and… they always nibble me and I’ve pretty thin skin so it hurts 😔

[bitterseaproduction]

After consuming a questionably healthy amount of hostage!Lucerys works, I think the most powerful move that boy could pull in a no escape scenario is not engage with Aemond. And I don’t mean a silent treatment or livid wall, things that might goad Aemond into breaking him. I mean a withdraw. A shut down. Disengagement. The power of lucemond to me was that mutual obsessive attention they display, and the thought of Lucerys legitimately disconnecting from that???

And if you want it to be a more manipulative Luke, he could be doing it on purpose, but it would probably come naturally at some point, depending on his treatment and stress. (My usual thought is when he gives up all hope on ever being done ‘paying’ his debt, or just becomes convinced he is not being perceived as a person, just an enemy or a ‘bastard’ or a means to an end.) Withdrawing and disassociating in a brutal situation is very natural, and a quiet method to NOT break.

So just, the image of Lucerys initially burning with rage, with tears, with a ‘I will not shame my family’ pride against the loss of his dragon or insults or threats or brutality or how Aemond/the Greens treat him. And then one day like a snap, he switches to quiet, still, unfocused unless prompted, then tense as stone listening, watching, responding as needed but quiet otherwise, no color to his words, no comments or anything beyond direct answers, then regressing back into unfocused as soon as it is safe.

And the Green support team might not care, Aegon might find it boring, Alicent may be surprisingly worried, Helaena is oddly attentive to the boy, but Aemond is the one shaken. Bereft, but the feeling is filtered through confusion and outrage and frustration, especially if Lucerys proves he CAN still emote beyond tension and fear when he talks to Helaena’s kids, smiles and easy focus and (perhaps strained) wit all blooming back to the life in an instant when Aemond thought it all long beaten out of the boy. Then the children go, and Lucerys looks at Aemond, and that life is gone again, his dark eyes back on the walls.

And Aemond could rage or grow desperate, depending on how cruel you wish it to be, but you know whatever he does will be feral, because what he wanted most, whether he wishes to accept it or not, was Lucerys’s regard. And he might have destroyed that with his own hands.

#what’s a little bedtime angst before I sleep #this could be a during dance thing or a post-aegon one thing OR a forced marriage thing! #I doubt I’ll ever want to write Lucerys tortured and powerless enough to reach this stage #But I am all the hurt party in a ship losing faith that they are valued #and the harmer having to battle not hate or their significant other’s will- but the damage they themselves did #lucemond #captured lucerys #also the thought of lucerys in that state hyperfocusing on a hobby like Helaena with her insects #maybe making something or building some craft #and aemond breaking the results in front of him in a rage when the inattention becomes too much #and luke staring at his broken work like the loss was expected #and that is somehow worse than any tears or anger

[bugtistic]

Wow, so uh. Millipedes really don’t fuck around, huh?

#this is mildly sarcastic. I’m aware that it’s not strong enough to really hurt humans unless you fucking eat the bug #or just lick all the yellow toxin off your finger … but still.? this is insane to me #bugblr #millipede #entomology #insect

[tiktoks-we-like]

#last night i punched a hole thru the window screen to grab one of these bitches #fuck you invasive mantis hurting my pollinators #tiktok #tik tok #video #mod pastel #insects #insect #bugs #the screen already neeeded to b replaced n im doing it jext week which is why i didnt hesitate to do so lol

[canine-brained]

Y'ALL I JUST HAD THE STUPIDEST SHIFT 😭😭😭😭

I was running around, listening to music when all of a sudden I had a really really strong mental shift. For a split second I was absolutely convinced that I could fly???? I was aware that I don't have wings, but I thought if I just tried hard enough it would work????

And I just fucking LEAPED into the air and tried to buzz with my phantom wings which OBVIOUSLY didn't work, and apperantly the jump was so high that both my knees got hurt once I hit the ground again wtf???? 😭😭😭

Then the shift was over immediately and I had to grab a chair for support just so I could comprehend wtf just happened huh??? 😭

#Bro is an insect 😩😩😩😩 #Don't worry I didn't her hurt I just felt pain for a few seconds #That greatly surprised me cause physically speaking I'm really healthy and I don't experience joint problems- #Aaaa #alterhuman #therian #theriantropy #wingkin #insectkin #bugkin #insect therian #bug therian #waspkin #beekin #flykin

[blotomical]

Grief.

(Oneshot) Mr. Plant tries to deal with the death of Mr. Flower. Argos wants to help.

Word count: 2.5k

Only real Bloom fans know about the secret extended Grief fic that will kill readers upon impact. Enjoy this version that will spare you.

#i was secretly evil for this one #wow guys don't you love hurt/comfort #i sure hope that nothing bad happens after this #fanfiction #fanfic #argos twomp #mr plant twomp #mr plant x argos #the world of mr plant #world of mr plant #twomp #twomrp #writing #argos #mr plant #ashur gharavi #tw body horror #tw bugs #tw insects #oneshot #hurt/comfort

[sysig]

Requestober ask- I love that we got to see last year what costumes you imagined for Edgar and Scri as kids. What do you think they'd be for Halloween as adults? I kind of imagine Scriabin as some kind of vampire or illusionist magician, or something similarly dramatic/elegant/mysterious~ For Edgar, though, I'm not sure. Sheet ghost? Lol. I can only think of lady!Edgar costumes, like her being a princess or smth. I feel like it wouldn't be anything too over the top, either way. Thoughts?

Day 8 - Buggy

#My art #Requestober #Vargas #Edgar #Scriabin #You asked my opinion - that was your first mistake #Lol #This has been - and I can't stress this enough - running as a background program in my head for Two Years #Like I checked! I wrote this down in August of 2020! Maybe even a bit earlier! This has been bumping around back there for that long! #I just never had the energy/excuse to draw it and now I finally have haha ♪ Thanks for saying the secret phrase to work on my backlog #Also can you believe it was actually two Requestobers ago that I drew them as kids in costume? The heck is time right? #I do still remember my thought process behind it tho lol #Edgar's a moth - mostly because of Honey I'm Home that's the reason I drew him as a moth previously #He does make for a very cute little bug #Just can't stop drawing him as flying insects huh #And Scriabin is a bug zapper lol #The idea I was chasing was ''dumb couples costumes'' because y'know - bugs are So Attracted to bug zappers #To the point where they fly into them and get seriously hurt - very thematically relevant to their relationship lol #But it's such a silly costume at the same time lol it's so unsexy haha #I do love your prompt of ''Scriabin would be in something really attractive and suave and pretty and-'' ''No. Bug Zapper.'' lol #He's a dork! ♥ I love him #They've sewn patches onto his clothes as makeshift loop-secures to thread glow sticks through lol #And Edgar's is probably just some fluffy fabric cut into basic wing shapes and fitted with a tie clasp #Homemade dumb couples costume <3 #Now Ladyverse costumes - that's a road I still haven't tread and it is quite interesting hmmmm

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 2 - Flinching

CW: mild PTSD, dissociation, insects

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Everything happened so quickly. The shadow creeped suddenly into their line of sight, Whumpee couldn't even think about their reaction; shoulders already protectively shooting upwards to enclose their bare neck and head, also curled inwards. Surprisingly, the dark silhouette came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!", Caretakers voice faintly rang through the deafening rush of blood that filled Whumpee´s ears.

Right, they thought, it's just Caretaker, just Caretaker... Nearly losing themselves in their thoughts, the wretched lump of a person cowered at the kitchen table. The shadow right next to them started to shift again, slowly this time.

"It's me, sweetheart," Caretaker whispered softly as they lowered themself onto their knees, "You have something in your hair and I just wanted to-... I'm sorry! Please just look at me, ok?"

The silence between them gradually started to dissolve as the songbirds outside joyfully chirped their melodies through the open window. Until now, it had been a lovely spring morning. Caretaker swallowed thickly, their hands´ firm grip placed onto the edge of the table, keeping the fickle balance. "Whumpee, are you still there?"

The figure slowly, so very slowly, started to uncurl from this slumped position, their head lifting up and their arms lowering; turning towards the worried eyes which were still locked onto them. Tears were threatening to flow over, even though they managed to press out a wary smile. After what felt like hours, a quiet noise finally slipped from it: "Hi, Caretaker..."

"Hi yourself," they answered, letting out a nervous sigh and smiling back. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to-"

"What is it?"

"Mmh?"

"In my hair, I mean...", Whumpee responded cautiously, already seeming to come back to the present. With their back straightened again, they now had to look downwards to meet Caretaker's eyes.

"Oh," their counterpart mumbled as they themselves finally got up again. "It's nothing bad, I promise. Just don't panic, alright?"

"Panicking? Me?", came the sarcastic tone Caretaker was a lot more familiar with. "Never."

A beat of silence echoed through the kitchen again, immediately followed by a mild chuckle. Caretaker took the opportunity to calmly approach the offending object again, their fingers carefully enclosing the strand of hair at the back of their head. Still nervous about the first try, Caretaker locked eyes with their Whumpee again, yielding a reassuring blink. With the target now enclosed in their palm, Caretaker swiftly brushed their hand out of the brunette curls and presented their successful catch.

"Eww!", Whumpee started to laugh at the sight of the little brown stink bug crawling around the outstretched palm, as it quickly tried to climb up Caretakers thumb.

Sporting a mocking pout, they removed their hand and settled the little creature down onto the windowsill. They were glad this situation didn't escalate further, at least not this time.

I need to be more careful. "I said, don't panic."

"Oh, what would I do without you!", was all the thanks they would get this morning, at least followed by a cup of steaming coffee shoved across the table.

"Letting me wait and then scaring me half to death," Whumpee dramatically teased further, their cheeks however a little too pale. "A true hero."

"I love you too.", Caretaker sighed. Even though both were peacefully sipping their coffee, they were desperately trying to get Whumpee talking again. Not necessarily about what happened to them back then with Whumper, just about how they were feeling right now. Maybe the loving sarcasm really was something else: maybe they were still upset at that sudden surprise, maybe they were drifting off again, like they used to when they both first met. When they would retreat within their mind and leave the rest of them cowered on the floor, curled up into an unresponsive pile of bruises and cuts.

I don't want to go back to this because of some stupid slip up, they pondered, they have to know that they are safe with me, they need to know-

"Can you do it again?", Whumpee whispered calmly whilst staring through the window across the garden. The tulips were in full bloom, red and yellow dots gracing the lawn. "The thing with my hair?"

"Y-Yeah, sure!" Caretaker beamed, not overlooking the red-hot glow of subtle embarrassment crossing Whumpee´s face. Their hand slowly started to lift itself towards them again, across the table and down onto the silky mess piled on top of their head. Instead of twitching, Whumpee´s eyes fluttered shut lazily, even though their shoulders felt the need to shrug upwards a few inches. One step at a time, both let the tension slip out of the room as Caretakers fingers gently brushed the scalp of their dearest; letting the worry get whisked away by the cool spring breeze flowing through the tulips.

They both were getting there, day by day.

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