#i love snails but slugs are fucking gross

[xaallo]

What if Margaven barbels could do the thing snail eyes do when you touch them?

#huhuhu weird~ #ooc #i love snails but slugs are fucking gross #anyway good morning!

[sunflowersand-bees]

the party and bugs

Lucas, Mike and Will all hate spiders. Spiders can go fucking die in a hole. (One time Mike jumped into Will's arms and Will jumped on top of a table where Lucas had already taken refuge and they all just huddled there and waited for Dustin to come back with a shoe.)

But Will likes all other bugs that aren't spiders

Lucas hates cockroaches and spiders, but other than that, he finds bugs pretty cool. (He's afraid of snakes though)

Mike just hates bugs. And he's a huge baby about it too (he just like me fr)

El, Max, and Dustin are all just fine with bugs

Max will kill them if they're inside her house

But El always insists on capturing them and setting them free outside

And when Elumax lives together that just melts Lucas and Max's hearts. Even when it's a spider, and Lucas looks at the thing like it murdered his grandmother, if El insists on taking it outside (which she always does) Lucas and Max let her.

El's favorite bug is a ladybug. She always makes wishes on them and counts their spots and all that fun shit

Dustin's favorite bug is a praying mantis. He says they're "badass" and he's not wrong

One time El found a stick bug and Dustin found a leaf bug and they built a tiny arena and tried to pit them against each other

Max doesn't really have a "favorite bug" persay, but she does like caterpillars. She says it's because they're small and squishy looking, but really it's something about these small, wrinkly, gross creatures going through a ton of shit and coming out of it as a beautiful butterfly and everyone knows why she loves caterpillars but no one says it

Will's favorite bug is a moth. They're very soft and they're attracted to the light, which Mike finds super annoying, especially when the lights are making buzzing noises all night during the summer and they're outside, but Will finds it endearing. Something about them being able to blend in but also having this instinct to find the light (idk where that fondness could've come from /s)

Lucas's favorite bug is an ant. They're so small but they're so strong at the same time. Even though they seem insignificant, they are still capable of amazing things. One time, he admitted this to Max and El, and Max made fun of him for being a sap, but El interjected saying, "I think that is very sweet." and Max immediately cut it out and pressed a kiss to his cheek "It's sweet, sure. But you're still a sap, stalker."

Mike pretty much runs away screaming whenever anyone goes near him with any bug. When they were younger, Lucas, Dustin, and Will used to team up after it rained, each of them grabbing a handful of earthworms and chasing him around with them. Will was usually the first one to call off the chase, but not before he slipped a worm onto Mike's pants or jacket.

The one bug that Mike will bear is a snail, and only because of the shell. He hates slugs, because they're slimy. He only likes snails because the party will sometimes just grab a bunch of snails and lay on their stomachs on the grass or the patio and just race them. Set them down and watch them go.

#byler #partycule #elmax #elumax #lumax #hopclair #el hopper #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #henderhop #headcanons #st #stranger things #st headcanons #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #wheelclair #byclair #bywheelclair #riv rambles #god i love this <3

[dracolizardlars]

Just found a small leopard slug on one of my houseplants (where the fuck do they come from?!) and let it crawl around on my hand for a minute before yeeting it out the window and like, honestly, I felt a little bad. Because I have pet snails and this little slug was just as cute as them, plus being a mottled leopard slug it had very pretty markings. For a moment I wanted to add it to my terrarium with the snails! I've heard you can't safely house slugs and snails together for some reason though, and I wouldn't be sure how to feed the little guy. Plus he'd get really fucking big pretty fast cus that's how leopard slugs are and Big Fuckin Slugs are, honestly, a little creepy and gross to me, only small ones have the same cute factor as snails! I do think they're a really cool and pretty species though, I've always loved finding those small spotted ones around.

#draco speaks #theres some species of slug somewhere that is legit the size of a rabbit and bro the pictures I've seen trigger some deeply buried phobia #they Should Not Be That Big

[theanarchictastes]

Disgusting

We are carnivorous slugs

 wet and  squirming

 babes in the womb

feeding on each other like parasites

our bodies are tombs

god it feels so good inside you

leaving my slimy trails

you’re so fucking gross I want you

what’s love between two snails?

#poets on tumblr #Poems #my poetry #my poems #original poem #original poetry

[halcyonstorm]

@levihan-drabbles my submission for Trope Tuesday! 

Word Count: 1474 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Royalty, Light Angst, Forbidden Love, Childhood Friends, Childhood Sweethearts, Levihan Drabble, LeviHan Drabble Week

“Levi, look at this!” Hange exclaimed, pointing to a squirming, slimy bug on the floor inching its way across the cement tiles. Levi crouched down next to her, scowling.

“That’s gross,” he muttered, looking at her curious face.

“I read about these! I think they’re called slugs,” she said, meeting his eyes.

“It’s a snail, I think,” Levi challenged, grimacing as Hange picked it up and placed it in her hand. She taunted him by waving her hand around his face.

“See how it has no shell?” Hange began, gently petting the back of the creature with her finger. “These are slugs.”

“...It’s homeless,” Levi mentioned, almost feeling bad for it; mainly because it was being held by some grubby kid. Hange’s laughter boomed throughout the Zoes’ garden. Levi hid a smile. 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps got louder and louder towards the two children. They both looked up to see Hange’s father towering over them. 

“Hange, didn’t I tell you you can’t play with sketchy kids?” Her father sneered. Hange dumped the slug into a patch of flowers, never to be seen again.

“He isn’t sketchy. He’s Levi,” she replied, smiling at her father.

“Good to meet you,” Levi said, putting his hand out. Hange’s father crossed his hands across his chest with a “hmmf” escaping his mouth. 

“I don’t want to see you around my daughter again.” He placed his big hand on Hange’s shoulder, pulling her away from Levi. As she walked away, she signed to him “See you tomorrow?” with her hands. Levi nodded vigorously. She winked playfully at him. 

They continued to meet with each other in secret. They’d meet in the well-tended garden, behind the castle, in a haunted passageway where no one dared to enter, pretty much anywhere they possibly could without getting caught. 

The sky was dark blue with the full moon shining light into the haunted passageway. There were floorboards that obnoxiously creaked with each step. Levi sat on the floor with Hange in his lap, playing with her hair.

“Father says in a couple years I have to get married by someone he chooses,” Hange began. “That means I have to wear a stupid white dress with a stupid veil in my hair, marrying some stupid man I won’t love…” Hange placed her hands on his shoulders. “I am going to ask him if I can marry you.”

Levi’s eyes widened, his cheeks reddening. “We are too young to know anything about marriage, four-eyes.”

“We are 16, Levi,” she chuckled. “We’ve been friends, like, forever. Besides, in two years I am to be married anyways. Who says I’ll be prepared for that?” She kissed his cheek softly. They suddenly heard the floorboard creaking from down the dark, eerie hall. Hange and Levi shot upright. Hange grabbed Levi’s hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Ever since that day, Levi had been showing up to the Zoe estate, offering to help in any way he could. He was dedicated to prove himself worthy of the King’s daughter. Deep down, Levi knew no one would ever be worthy of Hange: the bright and brilliant daughter of King Zoe. Hange had many other brothers and sisters, but she was the youngest and most important to her father. Important only because he had fucked up his relationship with the Yeager’s, his sister-in-law’s family. Hange was birthed solely for the purpose to repair the broken relationship. She was set to marry Zeke Yeager, the Yeagers’ eldest son.

King Zoe humored Levi and allowed him to help out around the castle. He let him work with the servants cleaning the windows, shoveling out the horses’ stables, and tending the garden. After two years of his dedication to working, Hange approached her father the night before the public decision of her marriage, and it was two days before her 18th birthday.

“Father,” she began, closing the door gently behind her. “I was hoping to talk to you about tomorrow—”

“What is it?”

“Well,” She looked at the floor as she spoke. “I was hoping you could consider another marriage candidate. His name is Levi Ackerman. Him and I have been friends for a very long time…”

“That’s the, uh… servant boy, correct?”

“Yes, Father.”

“No.”

Hange’s eyes widened, her face grimacing. “What do you mean ‘no’? Can’t you at least think about it?”

“I did think about it. The marriage has been decided for a very long time now…”

“Very long time? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He boomed, sounding more stern than usual. “The decision has been made.” Hange felt tears well up in her eyes. She turned around, leaving the study. She began to run. As she picked up speed, her heart began to race faster and faster, her breathing became labored, and tears overflowed from her eyes. She ran and ran until her legs gave out from underneath her. Eventually, her body started to weaken and she collapsed, swallowed by the peace of darkness.

She woke up in her bed feeling exhausted. Today was the day she’d meet the family of her groom-to-be. Tomorrow was the wedding. She called in Nifa, her servant and close friend, to help her with her dress. A light peach dress was picked out for Hange. Hange despised the color and the whole idea of dresses. Nevertheless, Nifa helped tighten her corset and helped her get dressed. Nifa helped tie her hair in a tight bun atop her head with a peach flower sticking out. Hange hated it.

Her heels dully clicked on the carpet as she rushed down to the lobby. In the lobby were her parents, another family of which she was unaware, and some servants, including Levi.

“Miss. Hange Zoe,” Her father began, standing atop the grand staircase. “Please meet Zeke Yeager, your husband as of tomorrow.” He gestured towards a tall, blonde man with circular glasses. He wore a white suit. Hange stood up from where she was sitting to meet Zeke. She put her hand out and he gently kissed the top.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, flashing her a smile. Hange nodded in visible annoyance. Maybe if I piss him off enough, he will decide to break up with me. She glanced at Levi for a brief moment. His face was unreadable, which made Hange nervous. 

Later that evening after dinner, Hange sat on a bench in the garden. She adored the garden; it was her escape from reality, even just for a little while. Tears began to flow from her eyes and into her lap. She didn’t want to marry Zeke Yeager as a peace treaty. She wanted Levi. She didn’t care if he was poor. He was her best friend and shit, she loved him. She loved Levi.

“That color doesn’t suit you,” said a voice, their footsteps nearing the girl. She looked up through glassy eyes and saw Levi. She chuckled softly. “You’re the first person today who hasn’t lied to me.” Levi sat down next to her.

“I’m going to be married tomorrow,” She quivers, unable to look Levi in the eyes. Instead, she looks down at the ground. Levi grabbed her hand, squeezing it softly. “You know when I told you I wanted to marry you, Levi? Well, I still do…” She found the courage to look at him. Thank goodness she did. Looking into his piercing grey eyes proved it all the more. 

“Me too,” he confessed. “But, we can’t. And we probably never will…” He placed his hand on her cheek. Her face flushed red. 

“Levi, let’s run away together. Right now.”

The idea made his heart flutter, but he knew she could never disobey her Father. He smiled sadly at her. “If we run and hide, what will that get us? We’d constantly be on the run, constantly looking over our shoulders. He’ll kill us.” She laughed.

“I’d like to see him try.” He knew she was all talk and no action. She would never be able to follow through, and that is what made his heart ache the most. 

“How is Zeke? He seems stiff,” He asked, changing the topic.

“He’s nice... but so bland. He isn’t you, Levi,” She explained, looking at their interlaced hands. She got a sudden burst of courage. “No matter if I marry him or move away, no matter what happens, I will always love you.” Her voice was starting to shake again. She looked back at him. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He brought her face to his, kissing her lips. Surges of emotions coursed through their bodies as their lips meshed together. They pulled away after a moment, foreheads touching. She knew it was hard for him to say what he meant; but after that kiss, she knew he would always love her too.

#levihan #levihan fic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi x hange #levihan drabble week #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[dweetwise]

presenting the weirdest and crackiest but also fluffiest shit i’ve ever written, i bring you nearly 5k words of riconti snail au snippets. if you haven’t seen @skllyr‘s adorable art about them, you should!

ship: felix x ace warnings: none word count: 4850

Felix X Ace: Love is stored in the snail

Ace Visconti thought he’d seen it all; from lavish spectacles of prestigious poker tournaments to the dangerous underworld he inevitably ended up involved with, and finally to a realm where the laws of nature meant nothing and death wasn’t permanent. But what eventually takes the cake for Weirdest Shit Ace Has Ever Seen isn’t one of the otherworldly monsters hunting him or seeing one of his numerous wounds heal up right before his eyes; it’s a snail. A goddamn snail. It just appears at the campfire one day, sitting on top of a medkit Dwight reaches for and causing the boy to yelp in surprise once he sees the small stowaway. Ace doesn’t quite understand why everyone is suddenly so eager to take a closer look at a random slug instead of hearing one of his exciting and totally-not-embellished stories, but he joins the small commotion forming around the snail nonetheless. And then he suddenly sees why. The snail not only has an eye-catching light blue shell with a gaudy flamingo pattern on it, it’s also dressed up in tiny sunglasses and a baseball cap between its antennas. Ace looks down at his own pastel blue flamingo sweater and fidgets self-consciously with his shades, wondering whether he should bring up the uncanny likeness— “Is it just me, or does the snail look Ace?” Laurie asks, glancing between Ace and the bug with furrowed eyebrows. “No, I… definitely see a resemblance,” Dwight says. “What should we name it?” Claudette asks. “I mean it's a snail that looks like Ace, so… Snace?” Nea suggests. “Snace it is!” Meg decides, snickering at Ace’s misfortune. “I'm glad you're having fun,” Ace snorts, glaring at the snail for stealing his spotlight. The girls hurry to make a home for the snail in the medkit, which Ace finds all kinds of ridiculous. They give it some bandages and twigs to hide and "play" in, whatever the fuck that means for a snail, and Claud gives it edible flowers to nibble on.

Ace tries his best to ignore the snail, but when he gets back from a trial and sees some of the group passing it between their hands and taking turns to hold it, he can’t help watching them. It’s Dwight’s turn now, their leader cradling the snail in his hands and looking way too happy with the situation. “Do you want to try?” Dwight asks, noticing Ace's staring. “Uhh… sure," Ace says, not having the heart to ruin everyone’s good mood. He goes to grab the snail from Dwight's hand, lifting it by the obnoxiously colored shell— “Not like that, you absolute moron!” Jake snaps, slapping Ace's hand away. “You're going to hurt him. You need to slide him off, not lift upwards,” Jake explains, showing how to do it, plopping the snail down on Ace's hand. It's… slimy and kind of gross. The snail seems confused, feeling around with its antennas. And then, it slowly starts to slither forward. “It's kinda cute,” Ace realizes, watching the little snail face with its little shades. It's the coolest snail he's ever seen for sure, but he wouldn't expect anything less from his doppelgänger. “You go, little guy,” Ace encourages the snail, poking it gently on its shell in encouragement. The snail wobbles a bit, and then its tiny face turns to look at Ace, and— “Ew, it pooped on me!” Ace realizes and Dwight chokes on a laugh while Jake smirks smugly and removes Snace from his hand. Ace could just be imagining it, but the snail looks way too pleased with himself.

Other survivors join and, sooner or later, everyone except Ace seems to fall in love with Snace. “He's just like Ace,” their newest teammate, Kate, comments. “What's that supposed to mean, Sunshine?” Ace challenges playfully. “He's a little slimey but everyone still loves him!” Kate smiles brightly and Ace’s witty comeback dies on his tongue at the unexpected heartfelt remark.

And eventually, when their small group has expanded to over twenty people, there's Felix. And no matter how hard he tries, Ace can’t help sneaking glances at the serious German. He’s tall. Blond. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Did he say handsome? Oh, and Felix hates Snace. “This is our pet snail, Snace!” Steve introduces with an excited grin while giving Felix the tour of their modest campgrounds. “A… snail?” Felix frowns. “Yeah! Do you wanna hold him?” Steve asks, already reaching his hand into the medkit. “No!” Felix recoils away, before seeming to collect himself. “I'm, um… not a pet person.” Ace tries (and fails) not to take it personally that Felix finds Snace to be repulsive and will just scoff and roll his eyes whenever the others discuss him. What the hell is his problem, anyway?

And then, something never before seen happens; they get another snail. “Guys!” Cheryl runs into camp, looking out of breath and cradling something in her hands. “Look what I found!” Ace goes to look right along with the others, and in the girl’s hands is a pale snail with a dark blue shell and a pattern resembling a suit collar on its neck. It doesn't have fashionable accessories like Snace, but there’s a tiny briefcase next to it. “Oh my god! He's so cute!” Meg squeals, making the snail retract into its shell in fear. “Aww, he's shy!” Kate coos. “Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Nea suddenly says with a grin, glancing between Felix and the snail. Several heads turn in the German's direction, taking in his dark blue suit and pale complexion. “…What?” Felix asks, just as standoffish as ever. “Snelix!” Nea exclaims proudly. When several others join in to cheer and chant Snelix’s name, Felix just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a gesture that screams "end me".

Everyone is eager to introduce Snelix to Snace, gathering around the medkit, even forcing Felix to watch. “Look, Snace! A new friend!” Cheryl says, gently plopping Snelix down into the medkit. Snace immediately starts slithering toward him, while Snelix just seems confused, rooted in place. “Aww! He's excited!” Dwight smiles. Snace reaches out his snail whiskers in a greeting, and Snelix recoils, slinking a little into his shell. “Oh, he's nervous!” Kate coos. “Don't worry doll, Snace is nice.” As if sensing the woman's words, Snelix cautiously comes out of his shell, hesitantly reaching out an antenna. “There you go, bud!” Ace encourages his snailself. “Take it slow, don't scare him away.” He glances at Felix, standing at the edge of the group with his arms crossed. If only people had it as easy as snails— “Oh, god!” Nancy exclaims in disgust, making Ace look back at the snails. And seeing Snace groping Snelix with his antennas while backing him into a corner. “Hey!” Ace chastices. “What did I just say!?” “Someone save him!” Laurie urges, but it seems Snelix can take care of himself, turning around and slinking up the medkit’s wall. “Aww, he's running away,” Steve pouts. “Good,” Felix huffs quietly from behind the group, and Ace pretends not to hear him. He also pretends that the comment doesn't sting, after trying and failing to get through the German's cold exterior for weeks.

Quentin tries to give Snelix one of his medkits to give him a place to live, but Snelix refuses to go in until it's cleaned up. “What a little snob,” Quentin snorts. “Yeah, how weird is that,” Yui smirks and glances at Felix in a way that’s definitely not subtle. Felix just scoffs and crosses his arms but, thankfully, doesn’t take the bait.

“Guys, I think Snace is depressed,” Meg says one day, looking into the medkit with a frown. “He's not even eating!” Claudette adds worriedly. “Maybe he's dying of old age,” Feng snarks. “I heard that,” Ace shoots back without any real heat. The snail isn't the only one who is feeling under the weather, Felix ignoring him for the last few days taking a toll on his confidence. “What if he misses Snelix?” Cheryl frowns. “Maybe we should try to introduce them again!” Steve exclaims. “No way,” Yui says. “Just because they're both snails doesn't mean they have to be friends.” “Yeah, let's at least give Snelix some time to settle in first,” Jeff suggests.

“Oh shit! Help!” Nea shouts not long after their previous conversation. “What's wrong?” Jane asks worriedly, immediately going into mom-mode. “Snelix is gone!” Nea says, showing them the empty med-kit. Is only takes those three words for the entire camp to erupt into panic. “NOBODY STEP ANYWHERE!” Jane commands. Thus commences the search for Snelix, with everyone participating and even Felix looking surprisingly worried. They eventually find Snelix is Snace's medkit, where they're just sitting next to each other munching on some leaves. “Aww! He walked all the way to his friend!” Kate beams. “Look how cute they are together!” Cheryl smiles. Ace feels his face heating up upon seeing the snails' close proximity. It almost looks like they're sitting next to each other cuddling while sharing a meal. He can't believe Snelix would actually come around, not to mention go through all that trouble to be with Snace. Someone probably put him there, but nobody fesses up. “Are they k-kissing?” Dwight squeaks in surprise when the snails seem to interrupt their meal just long enough to move their tiny whiskers together. “They're snails,” Zarina deadpans. “Most likely just conversing,” Adam adds. “I'm so glad they're getting along now!” Claudette sighs in relief. “Bro… what if we kissed? And we're both snails?” Feng says, propping her elbows up on a tree stump to watch the snails together. “Best snails forever,” Meg grins, joining the gamer. Ace discreetly clears his throat and mentally kicks himself for being jealous of goddamn snails. Even if him and Felix are getting along better day for day, Ace doesn't have any illusions that he’ll ever get to kiss the handsome architect. Still, a man can dream.

The snails seem happy to share a living space together and the next day, Ace even catches Felix observing them curiously. “It's funny how well our snails get along now,” Ace says conversationally, coming up beside Felix. “I'm not that surprised,” Felix says, looking at the snails climbing over each other and seeming to play together. “Looks like he just needed a little push,” Felix says bashfully. And something in Ace's head clicks at the comment. “Were you the one who put him there?” Ace asks, and Felix immediately clears his throat self-consciously. “I just wanted to try it,” Felix explains. “Maybe it would go better, since everything wasn't so new and people weren't staring. And it worked out.” Are… are they still talking about the snails? Or their own, slowly blossoming friendship? “He's been alone for so long,” Felix continues, looking back to the snails now sharing a piece of cucumber. “He deserves to be happy.” Felix smiles an adorable little smile and Ace realizes in just how deep shit he is with his stupid crush on the man. “I've never seen Snace so happy,” Ace agrees. “Just look at his smug little face.” “I thought he always looked happy,” Felix remarks. Ace fights himself for a moment, debating on whether he should be honest or not, or if he's read the situation completely wrong. “Maybe he's never had a real friend before,” Ace says, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Felix glancing at him, but doesn't dare look away from the snails.

And then one day… “Woah—what's wrong with the snails?” Steve calls from the medkit, Claudette immediately rushing closer to check. And then the botanist gasps in shock and everyone else hurries there too. “What happened—oh. Oh,” Quentin says, face flushing red, and Ace peers over the teen's shoulder to… See the snails in the middle of snail sex. “They're fucking,” Nea states matter-of-factly. “Yes Nea we can see that,” Laurie hisses, face pink from embarrassment. “Wot the—they're both blokes, innit?!” David seems confused. “Snails are hermaphrodites,” Adam points out. “Gay snails!” Feng exclaims cheerfully. “It's not gay if they're—” Adam tries again. “If what, they don't make eye contact?” Feng snickers right back. “No, I mean if they have both male and female reproductive organs,” Adam explains, looking embarrassed now. Ace glances at Felix and sees him staring at the snails with his mouth pressed into a thin line. But… he's also blushing. “Gay snails! Gay snails!” Feng, disregarding Adam's explanation, starts chanting. Jane and Laurie eventually have to pull some of the more eager onlookers away by their ears to give the snails some privacy.

One day, Felix returns from a trial and walks to Bill’s spot a little outside camp to return a map he borrowed earlier. He never makes it that far, because he spots Ace out in the woods, looking much more focused than Felix has ever seen as he fiddles with something in his hands. Ace doesn’t even notice him approaching, and Felix takes the opportunity to freely stare at the man who’s been slowly but surely occupying more and more of his thoughts. Ace’s sunglasses are pushed up into his hair and his tongue is poking out in concentration, and it’s completely beyond Felix’s understanding how someone can manage to look both so handsome and utterly ridiculous. “What are you doing?” Felix asks, and Ace’s head instantly snaps up to look at him in surprise. “I’m, uh…” Ace falters for once in his life, lowering his hands to hide whatever he was up to, but Felix catches the glint of something metallic. “Is that a needle? Do you need stitches?” Felix asks, not failing to hide the concern in his voice. “No, I—” Ace starts, but then falters and sighs in defeat. “Promise not to tell anyone.” He doesn’t wait for Felix’s reply before reaching his hand forward, opening his palm to show Felix… A tiny pink baseball cap with a thread and needle attached. “For… Snace?” Felix asks, struggling to take in the information that, somehow, this flamboyant loudmouth is making clothes for his pet snail. “He deserves a proper wardrobe, okay?” Ace huffs jokingly but pulls the project closer to himself defensively. It’s surprisingly… endearing. “I didn’t know you sewed,” Felix says instead of voicing his embarrassing thoughts. “Yeah, well, it comes in handy,” Ace points out. “Can’t tell you how many times I had to patch up a shirt after I barely escaped the cop—uh, competition,” Ace catches himself, grinning sheepishly. Felix raises a curious eyebrow but doesn’t push the topic. Instead, an idea forms in his head that he can’t help expressing. “Could you make a scarf for Snelix?” Felix says, and almost instantly regrets asking after realizing how stupid that sounds. But it makes Ace perk up in interest, and soon a wide grin is spreading over the gambler’s face. “Sure, I can do that!” Ace beams. “Why a scarf, though?” Felix is already opening his mouth to say because he loves scarves, but thankfully is able to stop himself. “They’re stylish,” he says instead. “Well well well, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were starting to like the little slimy bastards,” Ace grins. “They might be growing on me,” Felix admits with just the barest hint of a smirk. Hopefully Ace realizes he doesn’t mean just the snails.

One evening, Ace is sitting by himself, looking at Snace and Snelix living their best life. They eat a little bit of some of the flowers Claudette gave them earlier, before Snelix turns around to leave and Snace immediately follows him. They slither away to a secluded corner, laying next to each other and doing their little snail kisses, until Snelix eventually slumps and flattens to the ground, seeming to fall asleep. Snace sits next to him for a while, before he carefully moves away, slinking back to nom on the flowers. “Putting your boyfriend to sleep, huh?” Ace murmurs quietly, not wanting to wake Snelix. “I'm jealous of your life, buddy.” Snace lifts his head from the flower, his little shades looking Ace's way. “At least one of us got what he wanted. You did good for yourself, high five,” Ace whispers, holding up his finger in front of Snace for shits and giggles. And Snace, the snail that absolutely hates him, lifts one of his antennas and briefly touches his finger in a high five before going back to his meal. “Woah,” Ace breathes, a grin spreading over his face and glancing around camp, wanting to see if anyone was around to witness the event— And his eyes meet Felix's, standing behind him, staring at Ace talking to his snail like an absolute idiot. And probably having heard everything. “It, uh,” Ace starts when Felix isn't saying anything, the German's eyes wide from surprise. “He high-fived me.” “I, er…” Felix stutters in return, before clearing his throat. “I got some moss for them from Red Forest.” “Oh, neat,” Ace comments. “Snelix just fell asleep, but maybe you won’t wake him if you’re careful.” “No, I don't want to disturb them,” Felix says, crouching down next to Ace and placing the moss next to the medkit. They watch the snails in silence, Snace finishing his midnight snack, Ace debating on whether he should bring up the previous conversation or not. “Thank you,” Felix says instead, before Ace can strike up a conversation. “…For what?” “For being patient with me,” Felix murmurs. “I know I can come across as… cold.” Well that's an understatement if Ace has ever heard one. “Hmm, I guess you could say you needed some time to…” Ace says, pausing for comedic effect while he waits for Felix to turn to look at him for the punchline. “Come out of your shell.” Felix huffs a surprised laugh and turns his head away, but not before Ace sees a beautiful smile spreading over his normally serious face. They keep observing the snails, until Snace has finally had enough of the flowers, moving to lay next to Snelix. “Oh, he's awake,” Ace comments, seeing Snelix groggily lift his head toward Snace. He pushes up Snace's shades, dislodging the cap a bit before doing another little snail kiss. “Damn, that's adorable,” Ace grins. And then there's a hand on his temple, and Ace freezes as his shades are gently pushed up into his hair. He turns to look at Felix, heat rising up his neck, feeling vulnerable without the glasses, not able to hide his wide eyes searching Felix's own in a silent question. Felix's face is redder than usual but he looks more unguarded that Ace has ever seen, gaze dropping to Ace's lips while the hand on his forehead moves to cup his jaw. Ace holds his breath, not daring to say anything lest he ruin the mood and permanently mess up his chance with Felix. His thoughts are little more than white noise and excited screeching as he tilts his head up in silent invitation, and that's all it takes for Felix to lean down and claim his lips.

“Snace is getting fat,” Feng comments one day. “What!?” Ace exclaims, offended. “No he’s not!” “Hon, he does look a little… pudgier,” Kate comments. “He’s just… bloated, okay?” Ace insists, huffing defensively. “He’s a fucking fatass,” Feng corrects. “Yeah man, he’s really letting himself go,” Steve agrees with an infuriating smirk. “Okay, rude!” Ace scoffs. “Felix—” he starts, turning to his newly acquired boyfriend for solidarity, but sees the little shit is shaking from quiet laughter instead of being upset on his behalf. “Babe! Don’t tell me you agree with them!” Ace gasps in mock offense, hand over his heart. “Every time I’ve looked at him, he’s eating,” Felix manages to point out between snickers. “Absolutely terrible, the lot of you,” Ace huffs, peering into the medkit where the completely innocent Snace is… Munching on some berries Claudette placed there earlier. “You were saying?” Feng snarks, making Ace shoot a glare her way while Felix is still holding back chuckles.

When Ace gets back from a rather uneventful trial some time later, he notices Jake staring intently into the snails’ medkit. As he walks closer, it becomes apparent that the snails are having sex. “Jake, what the hell are you doing?” Ace asks the survivalist. “They've been at it for hours,” Jake says, face just as neutral as ever and not taking his eyes off the writhing clump of snail. “I'm a little concerned by how much you like watching my snail get laid.” “Nature is lit,” Jake merely offers. So Ace shuts the medkit, feeling weirdly exposed by having his snail’s private life invaded like that. “Give them some privacy, sheesh,” he chastises Jake. “Prude,” the boy snorts.

It’s only a few days before there is another episode of, as Felix likes to call it, snail drama. “Felix!” Ace shouts, making Felix sigh in fond irritation and pause his sorting of their shared stash of items that Ace has left an absolute mess (again). “Yes, love?” he asks, doing his best impression of an exasperated husband despite them only dating for what can't be more than a few weeks. And then he sees Ace's face full of both alarm and excitement, and immediately drops what he was doing. “What's wrong?” he asks, feeling the panic quickly bubbling up. “SNACE IS GIVING BIRTH!” Ace exclaims ten decibels louder than necessary, grabbing a confused Felix by his sleeve and dragging him toward the snails' home. Sure enough, there's a small commotion around the medkit, and when Felix peers into it he can see Snace in the middle of laying eggs, Snelix by his side in solidarity. “Come on dude! Push!” Feng is trying to encourage the snail. “Shh, you're stressing it!” Claudette chastises. “I told you guys he wasn’t fat!” Ace huffs proudly. After ten or so eggs, the process seems to be over, and Snace happily slithers away to go snack on some leaves. “Oh,” Claudette says, bewildered. “What?” Ace says. “I, um,” the botanist falters. “They usually lay about a hundred eggs…” “A hundred?” Ace screeches. “Don't you think ten kids is more than enough?” “Only a small portion of them actually hatch!” Claudette hurries to add. “Maybe he's going through menopause,” Jake, not so helpfully, supplies. “I'm going to smack you,” Ace threatens. Felix just chuckles and lays a hand on Ace’s shoulder to settle him.

Excited about the possibility of baby snails, the survivors take turns watching the eggs for the next few weeks. Eventually, it’s Cheryl who screams: “Guys! An egg is hatching!” Felix rushes to the medkit before anyone else, and in an instant Ace is peering over his shoulder too, both looking at the transparent, tiny antenna pushing out of one of the eggs. Snelix and Snace are right by the eggs, eagerly waiting to meet their offspring. And then the small snail plops completely out and starts wiggling around, and Ace honest to god squeals. “Look, Felix!” he says, tugging on Felix's sleeve. “We're grandparents!” “I'm… not sure that's how it works,” Felix points out, even as he smiles at Snelix petting his child with his antenna. “I'm gonna make so much baby snail clothes for her,” Ace continues with a wide grin, nearly shaking in his shoes in excitement. “'Her'?” Felix asks, and Ace falters. “I'm, uh…” Ace explains, looking away. “You said your kid's a girl, I mean based on the ultrasound before you were taken, so I figured…” Something in Felix's expression softens, touched that Ace would remember something like that. He steals a quick kiss while everyone is preoccupied with staring at the family of snails.

“What should we name their kid?” Jeff ponders a couple weeks later, watching the baby snail climb all over Snace while Snelix anxiously hovers nearby. “Ask the grandpas,” Feng snarks. “Yeah, have you decided on a name yet?” Cheryl asks, looking up at Felix with wide, shimmering eyes. “Err,” Felix says, glancing at Ace for help. Ace grins and discreetly nods toward the eager Cheryl. “Oh,” Felix seems to realize. “Yes, we were considering Ch—ehm, Sneryl.” Cheryl gasps in awe. “She does look like a Sneryl,” Jeff agrees. “What? It doesn't look like any—” Feng starts, but at Jeff's pointed look, thankfully shuts up. “She's the spitting image of a Sneryl!” Ace says, smiling in encouragement. “Really!?” Cheryl asks excitedly, looking between Felix and Ace. “Ah… of course,” Felix says, and then the breath leaves his lungs in a pained “Oof!” as Cheryl rushes in for a hug. “Thank you! I love having my own snail!” Cheryl beams while Felix awkwardly pats her on the head and looks at Ace with an expression that screams 'HELP'.

Seeing Sneryl grow over the following couple of months, Felix takes it upon himself to start building the snails a house out of a commodious toolbox. He might put in way more effort than necessary, making sure to separate different rooms with interior walls and adding corridors to entertain the snails. “Hey handsome, what're you doing?” Ace asks, placing a kiss against his temple as he comes up behind him to see what he’s working on. “I'm building our snails a house," Felix explains. "They have a family now, a cramped old medkit won't do.” Ace stares at him for a moment, and then a wide grin spreads over his face and he suddenly looks like he’s about to combust. “You’re so friggin adorable!” Ace exclaims and pulls him into a hug. And then he refuses to let go, clinging to Felix’s back like a koala while he keeps working on the house, and Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. “…Can you make a poker room for Snace?” Ace asks after having observed his work for a while. “Poker? But they're—” Felix frowns, turning around just enough to see Ace's exaggerated, ridiculous pout. “…Fine. But you're making the furniture.” “You got it, babe!” Ace grins, before seeming to notice something. “Hey, what's that?" he asks, pointing at a drawn square on the side of the toolbox. “Oh. It's going to be a door,” Felix explains. “But what if Sneryl goes out and gets stomped on?” Ace asks worriedly. “I just…” Felix falters. “Thought that maybe they needed some freedom. Especially Snace.” “Huh?” Ace tilts his head in confusion. “He was alone for so long, I… assumed he'd probably get bored of the family life,” Felix says, looking at the ground in thought. He’s embarrassed for bringing up the subject of Ace’s loyalty like this, but once again, the snails are proving a wonderful excuse to talk about topics they otherwise wouldn’t. “That sounds like a load of bullcrap,” Ace grins, making Felix look up at him, still frowning. “I've never seen Snace so happy. He knew what he signed up for and there's no way in hell he's leaving now.” The reassurance feels like a weight lifting off of Felix’s chest, and he can’t stop the smile spreading over his lips. Hesitantly, he grabs Ace’s hand still wrapped around him, and Ace brings them both up to brush his lips over Felix's callused knuckles. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Ace murmurs, the sweet sentiment making warm affection spread through Felix’s entire body. “I, uhm,” Felix blushes, clearing his throat. “Is this a good time to point out I just had the snails crawl over the back of my hand…?” Ace sputters and immediately wipes at his mouth while Felix lets out a few quiet chuckles.

Following the conversation, Felix can’t help but read into Ace’s answer. Especially with the other survivors engaging in another round of the popular “What’s the first thing you’ll do when we escape?” game, Felix finds it difficult to focus on anything other than the possibility of a shared future. So, when he catches Ace alone, he hesitantly brings up the option of the man coming with him to Germany. “I know the possibility of escaping is slim,” Felix babbles nervously after Ace isn’t saying anything, just staring at him curiously. “But I can’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to see where you are—” “Babe,” Ace interrupts, grabbing his arm to ground Felix from his scrambled thoughts, giving him an encouraging smile. “I’d love to.” Felix breathes out a relieved sigh, returning a shaky but happy smile over not getting rejected. And then Ace smirks mischievously and Felix’s instincts scream “Uh-oh”. “On one condition,” Ace adds, holding a finger in front of Felix’s face playfully. “Um… which?” Felix asks, nerves resurfacing. There’s not much that would make him say no, and he hopes he doesn’t have to, willing to make sacrifices for a potential future together. “The snails come with us,” Ace quips sheepishly instead. Felix chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, before pulling Ace in for a soft kiss. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” Felix murmurs against Ace’s lips, silently thanking the two dorky snails that allowed this to happen in the first place.

#dbd fanfic #riconti #dbd crack #dbd #dweetwrites #ace visconti #felix richter #dead by daylight

[softputridcentre]

Ok... another dream..

And this one wasnt sexy AT ALL...

My partner bought me a gift, and I was so excited to open it and I could see she was too... I opened the small box to find an egg capsule like you would get in a kinder egg, attached to a cardboard backing paper like an action figure. All it said on the front was "Grow your own pet!"

I looked confused but she looked overjoyed. So I played along and acted excited like it was something I'd always wanted.

I open the little capsule to find what looks like a dried up mealworm. Dead and a little dirty... shrivelled even.

I tipped it out into my hand and my fiance let out an "awwww"...

"Awww? This is fucking gross" I thought... "ah well we better throw it away, it's obviously dead."

"No, it just needs water! It says on the box 6 drops of tap water and keep it warm overnight!"

I put water on it and she insisted I tap2d the worm to my arm where it could take advantage of my body heat.. fucking gross.. my skin was rippling with disgust as i tried not to think about the small horror attached to me. Now I'm no insectiphobe. I just prefer my bugs outside.

The next morning we awake and she points at my arm... the worm has gone... but there is a snail like trail roughly a centimetre wide trailing from where the tape was, up my arm and over my shoulder.. I sat up fast and she said "aww it's on your back! It must've wanted to be warmer!"

I couldn't see it.. but she told me it had gotten 'soooooo cute!'

She listed it from me and popped it back onto my arm... it now looked like a three inch sandy coloured slug.. now slugs... they freak me out! I don't know why, they just give me the Willie's... but I didnt want to break the cute factor so I'm trying not to flick it away and wash for a hundred days... and manage a quick "aww.. haha.. yeah... cute... best present ever!"

"What did you name him?"

"What?"

"What's his name?"

"Uh... count... slugula? I don't know! I'll think about it!"... the slug began squirming up my arm again hunting for god knows what...

Later that day I watched as this sinister creature explored each curve of my arm, leaving trails and creeping me out. In the sunlight I noticed angular-looking lines beneath its semi clear membranous skin.

Within minutes, the angular lines began to move and work through the slimy outer flesh revealing them to be 5 inch long wings... wasp-like wings!.... its underneath began to fuse as we watched a metamorphosis before our eyes....

Legs began to unfold.. four spider-like prongs legs.. two at the front two at the back.... then suddenly an inch long stinger.... tapping and feeling my arm....

I was PETRIFIED.... but my girl was still in awe of its looks and cuteness... it looked like a khaki coloured tarantula hawk...

Now its slithering movements stop completely as it learns to scurry exactly like a cockroach... it patterns over my arm spreading its newly formed wings, scraping that stinger behind it.... before suddenly and without warning, scampered up my tshirt sleepover to my back.... I was frozen solid as it began scratching at my spine... I didnt know what it was doing... but I couldn't reach it, see it or stop it!...

As nicely as I could manage, I asked my loving other half "can you see what hes doing? I'm worried about him back there!?"

"Awww you worried you gonna hurt him? Lean forwards"

I lean forward in my seat as she peers down the neck hole.

"Aawwww hes fine back here! Hes just making a nest!:

"....a....a nest?....how... what with? "

"Hes just burrowing into your back!"

"Hes fucking WHAT?"

"Calm down! Hes just pushed all the skin away and buried his head in your back! How else will he be able to make babies?!"

"Ba... wha... fucking babies? Get it off me now!"

"NO! HES CUTE"

"HES DISFIGURING ME PERMENANTLY!"

"I know! That's how we reproduce!"

"How... we... "

I sit up and look at my partners face... and she stared back... emotionless.. dead eyed... and not that I'd noticed before, but not breathing AT ALL... she let out a smile, and slowly a small dried up looking maggot began to wriggle from her eyelid... she never broke eye contact...

I learned back out of horror and crushed the creature into my back with a crunch...

As I did, my wife to be, pounced forwards attacking me violently to get to her crushed "friend" in my spine...

At this point I woke up... weird fucking dreams lately... but I've never had a dream make my skin crawl the way this one did... there are chunks I can't quite remember.... but this was the main bit! I remember this clearly because I told my girl about it as soon as I woke... my heart hadn't quite got back to its usual rate even when I finished explaining to disgusting characteristics of that creepy little fucker!

Tarantula hawk... the size and wing shape of this.

Slug, its larval form. And colour!

Honestly, worst sleep I've ever had.

#dream #nightmare #insect #arachnids #arachnophilia #arachnophobia #spider #slug #wasp #maggot #mealworms #tarantula #hawk #creepy #crawly #skin crawling #unconscious #short story #true story #last night #blog #real dream #dream journal #dream diary #horror #scared #stinger #wings #slimy

[happymediium]

Shit I’ve Said Sentence Starters: The Shequel /m/

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin. A sentence meme made up solely of quotes that have been said by legend, icon, starlet on the rise, Sarah, also known as me. I’m back, back, back, back, BACK AGAIN with this shit, because I kept finding more funny shit I’d said in the past and decided to write them down again. When answering any memes from this, if you include the name of the meme in your answer, be sure to include the little dabbing emoticon. Because I will check. The dabbing emoticon is very important to this meme. Change pronouns/tense/phrasing/etc as needed! Be warned for strong language and general idiocy.

“I think I just heard a mother say ‘if you’re not sorry you’re a dick’ to her four-year-old.”

“This friendship will only end in bloodshed atop a mountain with one sword between us.”

“Weird how a lifetime of owning cats prepared me for my first tattoo.”

“I don’t want to be horny when I see Dumbo in the cinema.”

“My dog has paws, not hands...bitch.”

“I SEE YOU WITH THAT CHEAP BLUE EYESHADOW.”

“I was...walking like a T-Rex, please don’t laugh.”

“I was assassinated by the FBI for spreading this forbidden sexy knowledge.”

“My Uber driver saw me smile sadly because The 1975 came on the radio and he turned it up.”

“I’ll be there with a pillow to hold over your face in half an hour. Shh, it’ll all be over soon.”

“Leave me alone, I’m whimsical.”

“Kate Bush awakens something primal in me.”

“You dazzling vajazzled cunt.”

“I can’t stop accusing people of being the Zodiac Killer just because I don’t like them.”

“I’m listening to my White People playlist and Margaritaville just came on so, uh, yeah, I guess you can say it’s getting pretty crazy tonight.”

“Today I said hi to a bug on my windowsill and she turned to look at me so we're best friends now, okay?”

“Is that a dog or a raccoon?”

“Every time I put on a wash of my clothes it's just a painful reminder of how many plaid shirts I own.”

“I love Christmas because it’s that time of the year when I’m uncomfortably reminded that I’d fuck Krampus.”

“WHEN WILL MOTHMAN FUCK ME?”

“I told my dog he was adopted.”

“Fuck Bill Gates, you can’t tell me what to do, Bill Gates!”

“I am literally dressed like a 14 year old metalhead, called Chad, who is on holiday with his family to Disneyland.”

“Lasagna is…happening right now.”

“Hm, yes. Well, they were definitely in the stars...and they were definitely at war.”

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH MY HEART, PAPA.”

“Now if you excuse me, I must make a post on my blog discussing whether or not multiple iconic fishmen in movies would be good boyfriends.”

“Why have I taken on Jeff Goldblum’s, uhhhhhhhh, speech patterns?”

“I love hanging my clothes up on a wire hanger because it feels like I'm pissing off the ghost of Joan Crawford.”

“Alright there, Big Balls McGinty, settle down there, love.”

“You are not allowed to like my whimsical fuckery.”

“Ew, gross, I almost showed an entire emotion.”

“Do you accept constructive criticism on, uh, everything you’ve ever said to me in your life?”

“I am a monster fucker of some renown, yes.”

“I feel like a fucking child of divorce.”

“I feel like I’m the baby T-Rex in Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World and you guys are the mummy T-Rex and the daddy T-Rex.”

“BAA BAA BLACK PHILLIP, HAST THOU ANY DICK?”

“That sounded memer than I intended--meaner. It sounded...meaner.”

“LOOK AT THE SOFTCORE PORNOGRAPHY I MADE FOR YOU, BRENDA.”

“What do you call that thing...it’s like a kaleidoscope but not on drugs? Telescope?”

“Slugs and snails are my friends but I’d still never touch them.”

“I just did a double take at a wrestling flyer thinking it was a flyer for some kind of gay event.”

“Your hubris has fucked us all.”

“To be fair, mate, not every man has a monster dingle-dangling betwixt his thighs.”

“You said we’re friends and friendship with me means storming the church of Scientology headquarters and demanding they release John Travolta otherwise you’re a fake friend.”

“I believe in Cryptids ‘cause they believe in me.”

“All morality and etiquette goes out the window when I see a free seat on a half 9 train.”

“Hold me whilst I sadly eat toast and sob while watching Jurassic Park.”

“It gives me wormth. Warmth for worms.”

“I knew one day my love of Elvira Mistress of the Dark would betray me.”

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME YOU LITTLE FUCKING HOBGOBLIN.”

#sentence meme #sentence starters #rp meme #askbox meme #long post #👻 | ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜʟɪɴɢ | [OOC] #👻 | ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ | [TBD]

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

((Oh cool I love talking about muses weaknesses and fears in front of a bunch of people who totally don't want to use those against them. I've been putting these off for FAR too long, here's a masterpost of all the muses fears, weaknesses, and addictions. HCs under the cut ;P))

Things that apply to all the toons:   They all have to be afraid of water, acetone, and religious symbols/items. Those things can literally kill them, they count as both a fear and a weakness. There's also a learned fear that only comes into play in another 70 years after everyone from the original crew has died: they start to fear befriending people because they know they're effectively immortal, and losing people hurts like hell and they don't want it to keep happening. Bendy legitimately tries to get Henry to toon-himself in an effort to stop him from dying, he was the last one from the original group alive and none of the toons wanted to see him go. When he declines it leads to an argument, and it was a very emotional argument because the fear of loss was very real. You'd think loss would get even a little easier after its happened enough times? You... would be incorrect.

Bendy:   I've listed off Bendy's fears before, being forgotten and fading into obscurity are big ones. The studio never falls in this AU but it does take some small dips, and that terrifies him. Also, skeletons. Skeletons are scary. For addictions, I wouldn't necessarily say he's addicted to bacon soup? But he does love it... a little too much. You can bribe him with it even though it's readily available at any given moment.  Bendy's also the idiot child that begs everyone to watch a horror movie, only to end up terrified and up all night because he's jumping at every shadow or creak of the building.

Boris:

  Boris is braver than Bendy, but he’s still afraid of a good number of things. Sudden loud noises, cars, things that lurk in the dark, the dark itself, monsters, Spooky Things (October is not a fun month for him), spiders, and he shares Bendy’s fear of thunderstorms... he might be a wolf, but he’s a big scaredy-cat :P He’s afraid of way more things that he hasn’t even encountered yet. Weaknesses? Objects being thrown, specifically ball or stick shaped objects. He will always, without fail, run to retrieve it for you. He hates himself for it.

Alice:   Nobody’s quite sure why or how, but because Alice was based on her voice actress she’s picked up a few personality traits and opinions from her. Fears are not an exception, and Alice shares Susie’s fear of war and violence and her fear of heights despite not being able to be hurt from falling large distances. She’s also afraid of losing form and shape-shifting too much from her original design, she likes staying the way she is and not having a stable form is weird and gross-feeling. Remember how all the toons are afraid of water and anything else that’ll make them melt? She’s afraid of it the most.

Joey:   One of Joey's strong points is also one of his weak points, and that's his need to do the impossible. This does lead to him pushing boundaries and sometimes entirely destroying said boundaries, and he absolutely hates giving up so it'll take him a really long time to get his focus off trying to Do The Thing. Even then he never directly says he gave up on something, he says he shelved it. This stems from a strong fear of failure and not being in control, and the need to accomplish more and more as he knows he's getting older and he wants to achieve as much as possible. The studio's not in any danger but he goes above and beyond trying to make sure it stays that way, because losing his life's work is his biggest fear. Also, he's really paranoid. It's why he doesn't leave the studio too often, doesn't have a lot of friends, and forces the toons to stay inside for years. He's afraid of heights and flying too.

   Also, Henry may not get drafted in this AU (I HC that he does in the main game, which is what pulled him from the studio) but that’s by sheer luck. When the US got involved in WWII and people started getting drafted, neither of them knew if Henry would be among them, and Joey was utterly terrified that he would be. Henry picked up on it but never said anything.

Henry:   Henry's probably the most fearless of everyone, his biggest fears are falling behind and being a disappointment. Demons and witchcraft would be scarier if he wasn't exposed to it on a daily basis, he found them a lot more unnerving when Joey first starting messing with them but now its just a part of life. His workaholic habits partially come from the first fear, he knows he's super lucky to basically be HANDED this job (his dream job) and he really doesn't want to let anyone down, especially not Joey. As someone who values security he also fears death, not so much his own but the sudden death of his friends, family, and other important figures in his life. He's also got an acute fear of storms, but he doesn't get nearly as afraid of them as Bendy or Boris. Sometimes said toons huddle under his desk while he works when it storms, and Henry talks to them and tells stories so they can all feel more calm. Weaknesses and addictions? Caffeine.

Sammy:   Right off the bat I can tell you Sammy's got a bad nicotine addiction. That's not a surprise to anyone. He starts getting antsy pretty quick if he tries not to smoke, and if he's already stressed out it only happens faster. He's terribly dependent on his cigarettes, they help his anxiety. He's also afraid of large crowds of people, which is why he prefers to go out later in the day and doesn't like going to studio events and parties. He usually has to anyway, but he doesn't like them and sticks close to Susie when he does. He doesn't like flying either, and he's afraid of something happening to Susie. If she ends up in trouble he will literally do anything to make sure she stays safe. He's not so much afraid of rodents as he is half-afraid, half-disgusted by them. He still jumps onto a chair or desk if one comes near him though.

Susie:   Susie might be able to defend herself, but she's by no means unstoppable. She's afraid of walking around the city after dark alone (she’s afraid of being alone in the dark in general, as a kid she was afraid of the dark itself and it never entirely left her), if she misses the trolley she'd rather crash at Sammy's place than make the long and dangerous walk home. War is also terrifying to her, everything about it is upsetting - the unstable political nature of it, the way thousands of people are shipped out to fight and a lot of them don't come home, and their poor families... the ones that do come home, they're never the same. It's nothing but a terrible thing. Her dad is a vet from the great war (WWI) and she remembers being a kid, worried with her mum and older brother and sister about whether or not he'd come home. She's terrified of another war breaking out, and even more terrified about the people she cares about getting sent out and possibly dying. Also heights. Fuck heights. She's the most terrified of heights out of everyone at the studio.

Wally:  Wally absolutely cannot stand being alone for more than maybe three minutes, and he hates small spaces (claustrophobia) and being trapped anywhere. He rarely closes a door behind him and if someone else closes the door he will immediately drop what he's doing to reopen the door. If the door is somehow locked, that's what he has his keys for - if he loses his keys as he so often does, or he can't pick the lock... he might literally kick down the door, or at least break the lock. He's also afraid of commitment (hence why he doesn't like starting romantic relationships, and when he does they fail within a month) and he's very dependent on money, because money is security and he grew up in the depression with six siblings and exhausted parents and he doesn’t want to be that poor ever again. He'll do almost anything to make a quick buck.

Norman:  In his age he's gotten over a lot of fears, but if there's two things he'll be afraid of until he dies its bugs and the paranormal and otherwise unknown. Bugs make his skin crawl, and the paranormal and unknown... well, it's unknown. There's all kinds of spooky shit going on there. You can probably figure he wasn't too happy to hear Joey was messing around with witchcraft and demonic rituals, he actually almost quit when he did. A pay-raise and some convincing later, he pushed his worries aside - he only half regrets that decision now.

Shawn:

   Shawn’s also a bit of a scaredy-cat if you can believe it. He screams at sudden loud noises, gets quickly unnerved at weird shadows out of the corner of his eye, and hates being in total darkness. Both the “not being able to see his surroundings” and “not being able to see what might be lurking in his surroundings” aspects of that last one really get to him, he always sleeps with the bedroom curtains open to let the moonlight in. His wife had to make a rule for how many stuffed animal comfort objects he’s allowed to have on the bed at once. Tell him a decent enough scary story and he’ll have trouble sleeping for a couple days. He’s a bit of a mess.

Thomas:

   Thomas isn’t afraid of much, actually. It’s a perk to being mostly emotionally dead. He’s afraid of losing his dog, abandonment, and snails. Snails are just gross. Slugs are even worse. He’s not gonna scream if he sees one, he just really hates them.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the demon #boris the wolf #alice angel #joey drew #henry batim #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #wally franks #norman polk #headcanons #ask #lyra109-dreemurr #anonymous #anon #zgd-raiko #roboticdragons #i only know so many fears off the top of my head but if anyone wants to share fear HCs feel free to drop them in my inbox #and I might add 'em #I know I've passively mentioned some character's fears in other asks but I've answered so many asks I don't remember them all #so if I said 'x is afraid of y' and its not in here let me know #odds are I just straight up forgot it #these are a little sloppily-written :P #shawn flynn #thomas connor

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Chapter Thirty Three - Slug Love

The heroes walk into the cave, somewhat cautiously, but not completely inhibited. The first they see is a ravine, about 30 feet away. Across the ravine, seemed to be a bed and some chests on the ground. The bed was perfectly made. Buffalo decides to take lead and walks towards the edge of the ravine, curious to look over the edge. As soon as Buffalo takes a step on the edge, he feels himself thrown into the air, followed by Dolgan who was only slightly behind him. Dolgan flies over the ravine with grace, landing flatly on the other side next to the bed. Buffalo however was not so fluent with his launch, going straight up and hitting the roof. The roof was covered with a mucous that when Buffalo hit the roof, he was stuck to it, unable to move. A wet, sludgy, slimy sound comes from the left hand side of the cave. 

Out of a medium sized hole in the ravine, appears a gigantic black snail. Roughly 2-3 metres in length, with a large shell on it’s back. It starts making it’s way through the ravine. Buffalo looks down and see’s spikes peppering the ravine and the slug oozing through them. Dolgan smacks his obsidian rock with his warhammer, straight into the snails body. The rock opens up a hole in the side of it, but the hole quickly covers over with more ooze and the rock appears back in Dolgan’s hand. Slimy and gross. Buffalo reaches into a bag on his side filled with salt and throws it behind him, onto the roof and mucus but nothing happens. Ned takes a step forward onto the launch plate and is flung over the ravine, landing safely on the bed and chest side. Scaly licks a bolt with his reptile tongue and dips the bolt into a bag of salt, then aiming his crossbow and firing it into the slug. The shot hits but the slug takes no notice as it continues to move through spikes, onto the wall and finally onto the roof towards Buff. The slug extends it’s feelers out and smashes into Buffalo, clambering over him and covering him with it’s juices. Buffalo feels the singe of his flesh as the acidic slug boils his skin, he hears the muffled cries of his party members, watching as their friend get’s digested by a giant slug. 

Dolgan looks around for any type of thrown weapon, in the chests and on the floor. Behind the first chest, lies a small hammer. Dolgan picks it up and flings it at the snail, hitting it’s shell. The shell isn’t nearly as robust as the it looked and the hammer flies straight through one side and out the other, onto the original side of the ravine. Buffalo, still with his hands free, ties a rope to an arrow, thanking his lucky stars of his sailor background and his ability to tie a rope in such a situation of duress. He quickly draws and shoots the tied arrow to the bed and chest side of the ravine, the arrow head lodging itself firmly into the roof of the further side of the cave. Ned, clambers around the bed side, looking for anything of value or usefulness for the Buffalo roof situation, but finds nothing. Scaly, seeing his crossbow bolt do nothing, decides to use magic and casts three pin like missiles directly from his palm. The three missiles sink deep into the slug, but it seemed much more interested in devouring Buffalo. Buffalo continues to feel the extent of the slugs acid, slowly seeping into his skin as he falls unconscious from the pain.

Dolgan, realising that the situation had turned from okay to dire pulls out his dagger of sacrifice and stabs himself in the stomach and pulling it out in one motion. His blood glowing luminescent red and moving up and down the dagger as if it was alive itself. He pulls back his arm in an arc motion and throws it at Buffalo, hoping to hit so that his blood could revitalise Buff, but the trajectory was off. Way off. So much so that instead of hitting Buffalo, it hits the snail directly in it’s side, healing up the slimy foe with the blood of the cleric. Ned continues to open chests and finds a red gem in one and pops it in his bag. He then runs to the side of the cave and grabs a sconce from the wall, turning around and lobbing it at hole made by Dolgan’s hammer throw. The shot is perfect and the sconce flies through the hole, landing inside the snails shell. Smoke starts to billow out, burning the top side of the snails back. Scaly watches as the fire does considerable damage to the snail and follows up Ned’s lob shot with a fire-bolt erupting from his hand, but the decision was made in too much haste and his aim was atrocious. The fire-bolt instead hit’s Buffalo lifeless body, adding more wounds to the already unconscious hero. 

The snail, realising that the torch burning it it’s shell was doing more damage, falls off the roof into the spikes, but it’s mucus-y liquid like nature prevents it from taking any damage from the fall or the spikes. Ned see’s the snail fall off and grabs another sconce, jumps off the edge of the platform and aims downwards towards the snail with the sconce. The attempt falls flat though, as he jumps, the spring board of the platform mechanism falters his movement, making it more of a fall rather than an accurate jump. He lands next to the snail, impaling his arm on one of the spikes and passing out.

Dolgan holds his amulet looking towards the skies and yells “Signum spei” (Beacon of hope) as a beam of light seemingly out of nowhere appears on Buffalo’s chest. The light fades quickly, but stays on his sternum, pulsing slowly and keeping the last of his life force within him. Dolgan then takes a run up and uses the trap mechanism as a springboard to fling himself at Buffalo. He manages to grab Buffalo’s arms, but isn’t able to apply enough weight to pull Buffalo off of the roof and onto the safety of the other side. Scaly watches as everyone makes some kind of gymnastics style attempt to rescue Buffalo and defeat this snail and decides to try his own. He runs to the platform and allows it to launch himself upwards, heading straight towards the unconscious Buffalo with Dolgan hanging onto his limp arms. Scaly, like Ned, lacked the ability to pull off such a stunt and flings himself into the spike pit with the snail and the unconscious Ned.  As he lands the snail takes a whack at him, hitting him in the chest and causing him to fall back into a couple of spikes. 

Dolgan channels his healing powers through his body and says “remedium” as a small green light passes through Dolgan’s hands and into Buffalo’s. Buffalo regains consciousness and looks down, seeing Dolgan hanging onto his wrist, Ned unconscious in the spike pit and Scaly looking pretty worse for wear next to the snail. Dolgan yells “Quick, swing us over to the other side!”, Buffalo does so, mustering all the strength he has and giving enough of a pendulum like motion to Dolgan to allow him to plant his feet safely on the ground. He then pulls the rope taught, readying himself to swing down. Ned stirs in the spike pit, but still seems unable to move. Scaly clambers towards the edgy of the pit and starts climbing the rough edges, managing to get himself out.

Dolgan runs over to the bed and starts sliding it across the platform, towards the edge of the pit, Buffalo wriggles himself free of the mucus holding him to the roof and swings down next to Dolgan. Scaly, realising that he had left Ned in the pit, jumps back down into the treacherous area once more. The jump goes a little askew and Scaly cuts himself on the spikes at the bottom, but manages to lift Ned up on his shoulder, waking him up in the process. The snail sees Scaly rescuing Ned and flings a load of mucus at them, but the attack is inhibited by the mass array of spikes and the mucus flies off in the wrong direction. Dolgan continues to push the bed towards the edge of the pit, and with the added help of Buffalo, the duo manage to get it over the edge. It lands on top of the snail crushing it’s shell as the Snail starts oozing out gross black bile from it’s insides.

“OI!”, a loud yell from a familiar voice echoes through the cave. The heroes all look in the direction of the entrance and see Onist Jon standing in the doorway. “Just what the fuck do you think ya doin” yells Onist Jon as the the heroes look at him confusingly. “We’re killing this snail” yells Ned, “Yeah! That’s me pet Sluggo, and he’s not a snail, he’s a black pudding. He just likes the shells! Stop hurtin’ him, he looks shithouse”. “Ahhh sorry man, haha” Ned says awkwardly, we just walked into this cave and it started attacking us. “Well of course he would, your in my house, and he’s just protecting it” says Jon, “This is your house” says Buffalo, taking a more detailed look at the cave, “We just walked in looking for stuff”. “Yeah it is, who the fuck goes into other peoples houses, steals their shit and attacks their pet. Bit of a dick move if you ask me” yells Jon, obviously annoyed. “Well, it kinda is just a cave, with no door. You can’t really expect no one to come in here”. “Yeah but….” Onist Jon stops, “That’s not a bad point” he says scratching his head. Ned walks over and hand him the gems they got from the chest, “Here you go mate, we took these, but now that we know they’re yours you can have them back”. “Thanks mate, I appreciate that. If you give me a second, I’ll go and fix up Sluggo” says Jon. “Yeah no worries, can we help at all?” says Dolgan, “Nah ya'right” says Jon as he walks towards his slug.

  Jon makes a weird concoction out of stuff from his cart and pours it over the black pudding. It bounces up and down a bit, clearly happy from it’s potion and starts moving around the spikes again. “I’ll have to make it a new shell it seems” says Jon, staring at the crushed shell on the ground. He turns around and says to the group “Look, I accept your apology, and I would also like to give something back. Most people don’t give things back that they steal. I appreciate the gesture and I’d like to give you some of these things”. He hands out a red health potion to each of the party, he looks towards Buffalo and says “You’ll like this one” and hands him a spell scroll. “That contains an Aarakocra Arrow Storm, bloody useful for archers like yourself”. Jon looks at Scaly, “And for you, ya Scaly fuck, take this - it’s a shed skin spell scroll. That’ll help you out in a pickle”. The group collectively thank Jon and shake his hand. “We’re really sorry about Sluggo man” says Scaly, “Nah don’t worry, shit happens. If you’ve got nothing on, why don’t you stay here, rest up and have a drink” says Jon. “That sounds great, lets do it” says Ned. The heroes go and collect firewood and set up for the night. They enjoy some food and drink with Jon before Buffalo pipes up “Do you know much about the Wickerman Village?”, “Yeah” says Jon “They’re a bunch of little people made from wicker. They make everything from wicker in fact, pretty harmless, lovely bunch of things they are. They make a lot of interesting things too. Would be well worth you checking them out”. The heroes eventually start to fall asleep, laying back towards the licks of flames from the fire keeping them warm. Jon gets up and flings himself via the platform onto the other side, getting into the bed - now a bit broken from the spikes.

The heroes wake up in the early morning the next day, Onist Jon stirs as they pack their things. “Where next fellas?” Jon says, rubbing his eyes of sleep. “Well, after what you told us, we’ve decided to head to the Wickerman Village and check out what they’ve got” says Buffalo. “Yeah, well worth you heading there I reckon” says Jon, “Have a word with Genea, he’ll sort you out”. The heroes thank Jon and start to walk towards the village.

The map that Raissh had drawn was accurate enough to navigate the way to the Wickerman Village with relative ease. They traversed through the forest, passing by small animals and insects living their regular lives. As they arrive at the location of the Wickerman Village, they notice that there was nothing to really see. It just seemed like another area of the forest. Raissh whispers “Sit down” and the heroes oblige, slowly making their way down, the crackle of twigs and leaves beneath their feet the only sound. Dolgan and Ned are the first to notice, as they sit quietly, that the trees weren’t so much single trunks, but multiple thinner trunks weaved together. Ned taps Scaly on the shoulder and whispers “The tree trunks, they’re wrapped with a bunch of woven branches” and as if the trees heard Ned, slowly the tree trunks start to peel off, revealing little humanoid looking woven branches. Their sound was soft, not revealing their location, slowly the wickerman walked towards the group, their woven bodies creaking as they moved.

The wickerman, moves close to Ned, edging slowly on his tippy toes. Ned slowly reaches into his rucksack and pulls out a music box he had stored from earlier in their adventure and slowly opens it and twirls the little handle on the side. A faint melody pours out of the box as Ned holds it towards the wickerman, the tune is whimsical in nature and rings out through the forest almost magically. The wickermen seems to be entranced by the tune as their eyes widen watching Ned spin the handle. The song finally comes to an end as the last note plays and complete silence recaptures the atmosphere. Ned closes the lid of the box and as he does a thunderous applause comes from all around the heroes. The heroes, shocked by the sudden noise look around them, seeing that the wickerman was one of hundreds, perhaps thousands of wickermen all over the forest, completely encircling them on the patch of dirt they sat upon. 

Dolgan pulls a few coins out of his rucksack and says “lux” (Light) quietly whilst cradling the coins in his hands. The coins light up and the wickermen around them gasp “Ahhhhhh” as Dolgan starts to juggle the coins. The wickermen watch in awe, moving their heads in a clockwise fashion following the coins as they went from hand to hand and into the air. Scaly wanting in on the action exclaims “Chorus Lumina!” (Dancing Lights) and from his palm erupts a sparkle of different coloured lights, shooting out like fireworks some 5 feet above the already towering Scaly. The wickermen continue to exclaim in unison as they watch the heroes do their fancy tricks, until finally a larger, older looking wickerman breaks through the crowd walking towards the group. “Welcome” she says “My name is Elder Arbor (Tree) and this is the Wickerman Village”, the wickermen cheer behind her, in a roar that would rival a thousand lions. “How can we help you?” Elder Arbor asks, “Thank you, first of all, for welcoming us into your village, we heard you were master craftsmen in wicker and we were interested in your produce” says Buffalo. “That is true, but I am the queen and do not necessarily make anything, you would need to speak to Elder Genere” says Arbor as she stands to the side and motions the group to walk further inwards towards their village.

As if a veil had been pulled from their eyes, the heroes suddenly see hundreds of small wicker huts, peppered through along the trees all joined by small wicker bridges. The entire canopy above them was made from wicker, but seemed to be growing directly out of the trees instead of being nailed on like in other tree huts. The heroes followed the Queen, climbing a wicker ladder hanging down from a larger wicker looking bridge in the middle of a clearing. They are greeted at the top by an older looking wickerman, his branches look like they had seen better days. Queen Arbor pipes up “I present you Elder Genere, our master craftsmen”, Elder Genere bows towards the Queen and then looks at the heroes “So, what can I do you for?”

Genere walks the heroes to his hut, upon walking in they see tonnes of small pot plants all with small plants growing out of them. Seeing the confused look on the heroes faces, Genere chimes in “We don’t cut, nail or sever any branches ever. Everything made is grown. Take this arrow for example, it’s cane that I’ve grown into a corkscrew arrow”, “What does it do?” asks Buffalo, “It travels through water at the same speed an arrow would travel through air, I’ve grown it to about this long, using some magic in the process” he says holding the arrow up in front of his eyes and looking down it’s shaft. “That’s amazing” says Buffalo as Genere hands over the arrow for Buff to inspect. “I also have made this recently. It’s a quiver, made using the wicker technique. I call it the ‘endless quiver’ - it will magically replenish 3 arrows per day and can store as many arrows as you want”. Genere was clearly quite proud of this one as his eyes sparkled talking about it. “And lastly, I have this - a 'splinter sword’. It’s a wicker sword, made obviously of wood and plants but will leave splinters in anything it hits”. Dolgan leans forward and hands him his obsidian stone, “Do you know anything about this?”, Genere quickly backs away, a look of shock and disgust in his face. Get that thing away from me. It’s a necrotic stone, albeit a small one. There’s actually a huge one just south of our village. It’s been there for a few weeks and has killed everything in the vicinity. I and the wickermen want nothing to do with that monstrosity". Dolgan quickly places the rock back in his pocket and apologises. “I have this bow” Buffalo says brushing off Genere’s weird reaction to Dolgan’s stone, “It allows me to shoot a secondary arrow with the power of an element, but not all the time”, do you know what we could do with it? “I could have a look” says Genere, he looks back at Dolgan, “I could also have a look at your hammer too?”, Ned reaches over holding his axe “What about my axe?”. Genere takes one look and shakes his head “That has the power of the Shadowfell in it. I’m sorry but I cant help with that”, Ned shrugs his shoulder and takes a seat on the floor. “Give me a night, and I’ll have something for you in the morning. Obviously it will cost some gold - including the corkscrew arrows and the endless quiver (both of which Buffalo was already attaching to his back, it will be roughly about 1200-1300 gold pieces if that’s okay. The heroes agree and leave their weapons with the Elder wickerman.

The heroes walk out of Genere’s work space and back out into the open forest. Around them, hundreds, maybe thousands of wickermen start cheering and jumping up and down. Queen Arbor grabs Buffalo by the hand and says "They’re holding a party in your honour” with a smile on her face. A wickerman with a wickertray walks towards them with wicker glasses and pour drinks into them. The heroes watch amazed as the liquid doesn’t spill out through the spaces between the weaves as the waiter says “we have a few tricks up our sleeves”. Buffalo grabs the first glass and takes a sip, “mmmm, what is this? It tastes alcoholic”, “It’s fermented wood juice!” exclaims the waiter, “It’s VERY alcoholic”. Buffalo turns around and nods as if satisfied as the rest of the heroes grab their drinks and walk down into the party.

Scaly is the first to wake the next morning. Sitting up and immediately holding his head, “Errrrgh”, he says. This stirs the rest of the heroes as they look around and realise they were in one of the wickerhuts. They had rested on wicker beds with thin wicker sheets, how they got there was a mystery to them. A smaller wickerman walks into the door with another wicker tray of wicker glasses. “No more PLEASE” says Dolgan softly, “This isn’t wood juice, this is water - Genere said you would need it”. The heroes slowly make their way over to the little wicker guy and grab a drink, sculling down the ever refreshing water. “When you’re ready, Genere has your weapons ready to go” said the waiter, leaving out the door seconds after. The heroes compose themselves and get up, making their way over to Genere’s hut. As they walk along the small wicker bridges, they see multiple wickermen passed out around them. Some on the forest floor, some on the bridge, some that hadn’t closed the wicker doors of their wicker huts and lay sprawled across the floor of their houses. “Ah! You’re awake” says Genere as they enter, “Your weapons are ready” he says walking over to a wicker table. “Buffalo, I have made your bow more effective with the elemental arrows, they should fire more often now. Dolgan, yours is pretty special. I’ve changed the shaft of the warhammer so that it is now wicker instead. Have a swing”. Dolgan takes his warhammer and swings in a circle. As it spins, he feels the wicker shaft almost move inside his hands as the hammer flies out further than it had ever gone. “Woah!” says Dolgan, “How did I do that?”, “The wicker pattern allows for more tensile strength in the shaft of your warhammer, you will be able to extend it 10, 15 sometimes 20 feet further than you could previously, but only so many times before it needs to readjust to regain it’s natural composure again”. “Thank you!” exclaims Dolgan, continuing to swing his hammer and testing it’s new function.

The heroes depart the wickerman village, thanking all of them and making way for their next destination. The necrostone pit.