#man faced stinkbug

[snototter]

A man-faced stinkbug (Catacanthus incarnatus) in the Borneo rainforest

by 石虎

#man faced stinkbug #stinkbugs #Catacanthus incarnatus #catacanthus #Pentatomidae #Hemiptera #insecta #arthropoda #wildlife: borneo #wildlife: asia

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 | 𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

3 shots was all it took for you to get tipsy enough to drag Leon, your coworker, from a run-down bar to a bustling club. 3 shots, that was all it took, to kick-start the night that had you on top of the man you trusted your life with.

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word count: ~3.5k

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, (some) FLUFF // collaring, sweat, embracing, ref. to re4r as a mission, car sex, drinking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

a/n: i keep going to write these fics/scenarios/etc. telling myself "ok 2k limit at the most!" and i fail miserably each time. someone needs to stop me i CANNOT be DOING all this

p.s. -- if you’re only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol

There was one penny on the floor – no, two pennies. There were two pennies on the floor of the bar; one all mucked-up and one completely spotless. The pennies, for some reason, were absolutely mesmerizing – so much so that you couldn’t even focus on your partner, the man who you’ve trusted with your life countless of times, confessing his love to you in between broken hiccups.

“Look – hic – at me, Y/N.”

You felt his hand rest on your shoulder as you giggled about how silly it was that they put people’s faces on money. Really, it wasn’t even that funny, but after about three shots, you could watch a stinkbug fly into a glass door and that’d be enough to make you fall out of your chair laughing.

When your work partner started to lightly shake you, waiting impatiently for you to give him your undivided attention, you finally turned to look at him.

“Whaaat?” you said with a huff, your brows furrowed. He only stared back at you, very intently, not responding despite his previous desperation to get you to be conscious of him.

You blinked a couple of times, tilting your head as you watched him. His blue eyes bore into your own set of trusty observers, and his eyebrows seemed even more creased than their usual already intimidating positioning. You couldn’t even begin to count the number of times that you’ve mistaken him for being mad at you because of his genetically, pre-disposed done-with-it-all expression. His deeply stoic voice doesn’t help you pick up on his cues, either – and periodically, you find yourself wondering if he’s had this menacing affliction since he was a kid. It always makes you laugh a little when picturing him as a grumpy-looking child, and you prefer this imagery much more than visualizing him as a cheery adolescent. Not because you don’t want him to have had a happy childhood, of course – but because you just can’t see a guy like him having been anything but miserable his entire life. 

Either way, it doesn’t matter, because even if you did have the answer, it’s not like you could’ve changed anything. As unfortunate as it is, he was, and likely will remain as a stone-cold, rock-hard guy for the rest of his life.

“I love you.”

Or not.

You narrowed your eyes at him, squinting. For some reason, you thought this was the logical response when feeling unsure if you had heard him correctly.

Thinking it over for a second, you picked up your previous, now empty shot glass and tapped it against the sleek, wooden counter of the bar. “Ohhhh!” you said, practically yelling, “I love working with you too!”

Now, love was a bit of an exaggeration. You didn’t hate working with Leon, your partner, but you didn’t necessarily adore it either. Work was work. Whether you responded in this way because you were drunk, or because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings – you definitely did not reply the way you did because you truly felt what you stated.

Leon sighed and slumped over a little, with his hand still resting on your shoulder. He looked absolutely defeated. “That's not what I – hic – said.”

One of the bartenders then passed the two of you by, glancing over Leon’s bent posture before shaking his head in pity and clicking his tongue inwardly.

You pursed your lips, leaning your head over in a lackadaisical fashion as you very earnestly focused on what Leon might have meant. Despite his straightforward persona, there was no way in your mind that he said and meant what you had heard. And even if he did, he’s put you in a pretty sudden and awkward position – how was your tipsy ass supposed to respond to a confession in a proper manner?

Finally, Leon removed his arm from your shoulder, plopping it down rather roughly on the counter instead. He began to use his pointer finger as well as his thumb to rub the further ends of his eyebrows, sighing as he did so. Your only response to this display of troubledness was to squeak out a hiccup.

While he wallowed in his defeat, you distracted yourself by becoming more attentive to the music that was playing – and you quickly noticed that it fucking sucked.

Tonight was supposed to be a night where you and Leon were able to blow off steam, to let the harsh realities of the world go for a second. The two of you hadn’t really hung out much outside of work, but after the last particularly grim mission you just returned from a couple of days prior, you suggested the outing to him as a way to get your mind off of things – you figured he might have been going through the same turmoil as you, and even if he wasn’t, it was nice having someone around who understood the storm of shit you’d just gone through.

There had been way too many casualties than you were prepared for, not to mention, one of them being someone who you both started to warm up to as they helped you traverse an unfamiliar area, with unfamiliar people, and unfamiliar peculiarities – one being a fucking mind-altering virus, for christ's sake.

Needless to say, this night was supposed to be for the two of you. So what were you doing in a run-down, half-empty bar, with flickering light fixtures and employees that didn’t know how to queue up good music?

The answer to that question is: well, there’s an obvious answer, which is that you thought Leon would be more comfortable in a place like this – but the fun answer is – you don’t know!

Without hesitation, you hopped down off your bar stool, and from behind, you grabbed onto the top of Leon’s arms, shaking him. He just let you do it.

“Leon! Leon! Leeeooon~!” you chanted, now pressing your palms down in the firm middle-ground between his neck and shoulder blades. Your back-and-forth push and pull of his body became more aggressive as he failed to respond, and you were starting to become more aware of his build. Good god, why is this man so solid? 

Finally, Leon straightened his back, turning around on his stool to look down at you. “What?” he asked, a tired look in his eyes.

“Let’s – hic – let’s go to the bar across the street!” you gleamed, grabbing his hand without delay. 

Leon frowned at your suggestion, shaking his head. “That’s not a good idea–”

You quickly cut him off by yanking him down from his seat, not listening to his disapproval. He stumbled a little, almost falling on his face, but he was quickly able to save his dignity by grabbing onto the edge of the chair in order to hold himself up. Surprisingly, although he had advised against your plans to keep drinking at another establishment, he let you drag him along.

The two of you went into the cold night, walking a bit of a distance before standing outside of a large building adorned with flashing neon lights. There were a couple of groups of people leaning against the walls or on the curb, chatting and smoking away, while music distantly blared from the inside.

“Wait. This isn’t a bar –” Leon started, but you didn’t indulge in his uncertainty, continuing to tug him all the way to the scuffy, grandiose double-doors of what was actually a club.

When you finally walked in, you were met face-to-face with a tall, burly man behind a desk. He informed the two of you that you needed to pay a small entrance fee in order to continue, to which you clumsily fumbled to grab your wallet out of your purse. As soon as you had started to open where you kept your cash, Leon moved in front of you, handing the man his card. It was sweet of him to pay even though he wasn’t keen on coming here, you thought.

Upon entering the actual club itself, you noticed it was bigger than you thought. There were multiple areas to sit at, a huge bar, and an equally giant floor to dance on. Additionally, you also had observed that the club smelled heavily of weed and sweat – to which Leon was quick to discern and point out as well. He didn’t seem too pleased with the scent, and frowned harder with every thick-odered person you passed by. 

The two of you eventually found an open table after a few minutes of exploring, to which you quickly sat down and chatted for a while before telling Leon that you were going to go get each of you another drink. Stopping you, he took hold of your arm, got up, and told you he’d get them for you instead.

It didn’t take long for him to return, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to down your drinks, either. Leon threw his own back, and within a couple of seconds of him having it, it was gone. It was almost impressive how he drank it with desperation – his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it, which for some odd reason, didn’t go unnoticed by you.

The two of you fooled around for a while, both of you clearly more than a little tipsy as you joked about your superior and his mustache, that both of you thought looked absolutely awful on him. However, as soon as one of your favorite songs started to play over the very-loud speakers, you once again pulled Leon over to the dance floor to go along with another one of your whims.

“Dance with – hic – me, Leon!” you chirped, making him spin you in a circle before pulling his body into yours. He looked down at you with wide eyes, a little unsure what to do with himself. You huffed at his lack of initiative, and let go of him before turning your attention to the DJ, dancing along to the vibrant beats which shook the entire floor due to how loud they were.

It didn’t take long for you to become fully immersed, while as for Leon, he just stood there a little awkwardly, his gaze on both the crowd around him and on you, too.

However, you started to get a little too immersed. Drunk, and not in the clearest of mind – as you started to throw it back right next to your coworker – you continued to get carried away without a care in the world. This proved to be troublesome, when eventually you found yourself less than an inch away from Leon, just barely touching the front of him with your backside. 

The situation got even worse when someone bumped into him from behind, his groin brushing up against you while his hands hopelessly seized hold of your hips as a response to his lack of balance. 

You noticed instantly that he was hard, and you stopped dancing, turning around to look at him. You couldn’t see well in the dark and through the strobe lights, but you could tell he was embarrassed as his hands pulled away from you instantly. 

“S-sorry,” he stammered, stepping back, his hands up defensively. 

You looked him over, not sure how to feel about the previous collision of your bodies. Although, you did know one thing for sure – you thought it was kinda cute how he seemed so nervous about it.

Slowly, you started to approach him with a mischievous smile on your face, throwing your arms around his neck, pushing your chest against him. 

“It’s okay~” you slurred, a lustful gaze in your eyes. You felt the tip of his bulge brush up against you again, and made sure not to push into him too much down there. “How’re you ‘gonna make it up to me?”

He hiccuped in response. You could feel his heart race against your breasts, his entire body seeming warm enough to start a fire with his heat alone. 

Laughing at his dumbfounded reaction, you pulled away, feeling a lot more cold without him up against you. 

You opened your mouth to make a joke about how he was frozen in place, but before you could, he grabbed you with a fervent desire, as well as a slight bit of irritation, locking your lips together with his own. 

Surprised, you accepted the kiss, liking the way he seemed almost a little too passionate with you. The two of you stayed like this for a while, devouring one another with your mouths, running your hands over each other’s bodies, before getting annoyed and leaving the dance floor due to others around you constantly bumping into you or murmuring about your display of affection.

Giggling, you once again tugged Leon along, guiding him out of the club. When outside, you turned to look at him, noticing that his hair was all disheveled and his face was almost entirely pink.

Quirking up a smile at him, the two of you practically ran back to the first bar you went to where you parked your cars. As soon as you got to your car, you unlocked it without a pause, swinging open the back door for you and him to climb into. Once you got in and pulled him in with you, you straddled his lap.

He looked up at you with a gaze filled with longing, and you noticed once again that his heart was about ready to jump out of his chest. 

You leaned down, kissing him, pressing one of your hands against his neck as his head was leaned back against the seat. His hands slowly rose to cup your waist before eventually wrapping his arms around you completely, yanking you into his tight embrace – there was no escape for you now.

Beginning to grind against the swelling in his pants, you heard his breathing start to get heavier, occasionally breaking up it’s steady flow with large inhales and hiccups. Things started to escalate once you placed your hands under his shirt, on top of the band of his work pants. You teased a finger against his skin, feeling him tense his toned stomach at the cold touch – he let out a small moan as well, it’s noise vibrating into your own mouth as you kept up the feverish kiss.

You pulled your finger back and made your way to the front of his pants, starting to unbuckle his belt. It made clinking noises as you unclasped it’s hook, slipping it around his hips and through the belt loops. You tossed it to the car’s floor without a second thought, and began to reach under Leon’s shirt, under his underwear, feeling the skin of his hips just under where the band rests.

Leon moved a hand up, cupping one of your breasts, and that’s when you began to slip up your dress a little before ultimately attempting at clumsily tugging his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh area. He had sat up a little to help you do this, and as a reward, you lightly bit his lip, earning a sweet sigh to escape from his lips.

Now ready to move onto the next stage, you broke apart the kiss and put some distance between the two of you as you looked him the eyes, cupping his face with a smile. 

“Touch me, Leon,” you said, hiccupping again after you spoke.

His face was serious now, and he took one of his fingers, raising it to your mouth for you to suck. After he deemed that it was sufficiently wet enough, he moved it down low to your folds, pulling aside your panties with his free hand, and inserting it into your core. You moved in to kiss him again, letting out small sighs every time he rubbed softly against the walls of your inner parts.

Eventually, you began to crave more, and he went to insert a second finger. However, before he could, you pulled away from him, reaching for his belt that you had previously tossed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and you only responded with a smile as you wrapped it around his neck. You made a makeshift collar the best you could, and gently inserted a finger in between his neck and the belt before responding.

“Second finger, Leon.” you commanded in a slightly wavering voice, as the alcohol still had quite the effect on you.

Leon listened, pushing in another finger, fucking you with his hand and watching as he did so. He seemed to be in a silent trance, mesmerized by the fact that he was able to do this with you.

You pulled him by his new collar, forcing him to make eye contact with you. His eyes were slightly-lidded, his long eyelashes on full display, along with his wet lips that were waiting – no, begging for you to take hold of them once again. In this moment, he was completely and utterly yours.

After a while of looking at one another as he used his stupidly-big fingers to stroke your sensitive spots, you gently took his hand and clasped it against the back of the seat as if your smaller hand were a chain locked around his bulky wrist. You then, with no hesitation, lowered yourself down onto his freed cock, which had looked painfully red as it pressed inside of you.

Leon let out what sounded like a mix of a grunt and a hiccup as he entered you, and you giggled before leveling yourself on him, wincing a little as you went. Once fully in, you began to grind up against him, your body going back and forth into his hips as you soft-humped him with his cock inside of you. The two of you made small noises together, enjoying the feeling of you mounting him.

Soon enough, you decided to speed things up, now riding him more than grinding or humping against him. He had more of a reaction to this, his muscles constricting as you pushed the shaft skin of his cock back and above the head with every lift and drop of your body. His skin started to get a little sweaty as well, an effect of both the alcohol and the sex, and as such, you leaned over to his neck, licking a stripe up from the base to the edge of his jaw, tasting the perspiration from his balmy body. It tasted very pungent as well as a small bit oily, although you kind of liked it. It was oddly fitting for him, and not the worst taste for a man to have. Yes – it was manly.

As the two of you continued to fuck like you couldn’t get enough of one another, your sex started to get a little more clumsy and in great need of reaching your climaxes. Leon had now taken more control, sliding his hips down into a more relaxed position on the back seat of your car, pistoning up into you as he latched onto your waist with an almost animalistic yearning. You could see his body tense, his muscles bulging as he worked to please the two of you with his cock, and it was clear now that he was going to cum soon.

Grabbing the belt around his neck, you pulled his head close to yours, and listened to the groans full of pleasure that he let out. You started to get close now, too, from hearing every inhale, every exhale, and every throaty moan that escaped his lips. The sounds of his hips slapping up against yours didn’t go unnoticed, either – that brought you plenty closer as well.

Eventually, Leon couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “I’m gonna cum,” he whispered next to your ear in what sounded almost like a deep-whine, and that in itself was enough to push you to the edge as well, letting yourself go on him as he continued to shakily thrust his thick manhood up into your core.

Leon came as well, spurting his hot seed into you in small but plentiful bursts, and you could feel his entire body tighten up as he finished inside you. Since you had climaxed before him, you were a little more clear-minded as he came, and while watching his face, you noticed that he had scrunched it up a little – it was cute for a normally stoic man, you thought.

As the two of you were now finished, you slumped against him, laying your head on his still-clothed chest, your hair getting a little tangled into his neck-belt. Once you had caught your breath, you pulled back, and the makeshift collar tugged on your hair. You made a small yelp sound, and Leon quickly untangled it for you, before smiling up at you.

“That’s what you get for dragging me all over the place tonight,” he said jokingly.

You hiccuped in response, frowning at him. “Pssssh. Whatever – you liked it.” you said, a mischievous grin forming on your face after the words left your mouth. “After all, you did mention loving something about me earlier, right?”

While you expected him to become timid like he was earlier when you flirted with him, he didn’t. Instead, he replied with a cool tone and a determined stare:

“Yeah. I did. I love you.”

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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[todaysbug]

July 21st, 2022

Man-Faced Stink Bug (Catacanthus incarnatus)

Perhaps you know this insect from the popular game Animal Crossing: New Horizons, or perhaps you're simply drawn to its tasteful coiffe. In either case, the man-faced stink bug is quite a sight to behold! Found in bright shades of yellow, red, orange or cream, this bug stands out against the fruit trees and flowering flame trees of Madagascar, South and Southeast Asia and Oceania.

Their bold colours are a form of aposematism, warning potential predators that they taste absolutely foul. Like other stink bugs, these guys release a terrible odour when crushed or chewed, deterring predators from eating them while causing potential stomach irritation and vomiting. Clearly, its best for predators to find more delectable prey! The black spots on its shell form a secondary defense mechanism by forming pseudo-eyespots, distracting predators from attacking its vulnerable head in favour of its tough shield. These insects are also called shield bugs for a good reason, after all; the top of their abdomen is protected by a very hard scutellum, an extension of their thorax.

Unfortunately, the man-faced stink bug is a real pain for farmers, whose crops are often chewed on by these stinkbugs. Most commonly targeted is cotton, corn, soybean and cashew. When a suitable crop is found, stinkbugs release an aggregate hormone which draws others of their kind, forming a mass of insects on plant stalks. These hardy shield bugs are resistant to most pesticides, the most effective method of control being the usage of big-headed ants (Pheidole megacephala), which eat the eggs and nymphs of this species.

#today's bug #entomology #insects #stink bug #shield bug #biology #bugs #ecology #nature

[sawbones4117]

if u still want a drawing request, draw a bug :3 a v silly one x3

Bugs!!

Close ups and more info under the cut

Picasso Beetle!! They're very colorful guys

Man-Faced Stinkbug! They’re named for the marking on their backs and may be slightly more scary than silly

Praying Mantis!! In my experience, they really like climbing faces and refusing to get off.

#doodles!! #bugs #insects #arthropods

[heaven-surrounds-you]

your cats... show them to me... please...🙏

I have too many cats but that’s bc I also take care of an outdoor feral cat community. Anyways here’s the indoor cats going in birth order.

MY TUMBLR WONT LOAD THE PICTURES FOR SOME REASON??? ONCE IT DOES ILL SHOW THEM TO YOU.

Beans (5 years old, gray tabby with orange eyes)

Her real name is Athena but when she was a baby she almost got crushed by a family sized can of Bush’s Baked Beans so. Beans.

I trained her to high five and do handshakes last year when I was extremely high and waiting on my food to warm up. I’m currently teaching her the difference between my left and right hand.

Got in trouble last week for ripping open and eating bags of kitten food for the outdoor cats even though she has plenty of food.

Val (4 years old, tortie with orange eyes, Beans’ niece)

Her name is short for Valentine but I mainly just call her Mouse bc she has a very tiny face and big ears

She is married to my dog. They are wives and there’s no debating it.

Her favorite color is dark blue. And her favorite toy is a dark blue spiral hair tie. She chirps whenever she finds it and will carry it around the house.

Cupid (4 years old, brown tabby with a bit of tortie and orange eyes, Val’s sister)

She will mother anything. She loves playing mom.

Insanely moody with me and everybody except Anchovy for absolutely no reason.

Is generally pretty good but will try to kill you if you touch her feet.

Beetlejuice (almost 3, brown tabby with mostly black on his back and orange eyes)

My son. He never stops screaming. He yearns at all hours of the day and has woken me up multiple times.

His name came from the pattern on his back, which I don’t have a good picture of. But it’s mostly black except for two brown stripes that run down his spine, and then he has symmetrical circle shapes on either side of his stomach — which resemble the segmentation of a beetle.

The name also stuck bc he insists that everything is about him and he needs to be the center of attention. He is a menace and has been permabanned from my bedroom for trying to eat one of my joints.

Mr Hyde (almost 3, brown tabby but with a more silvery-tone in the browns, orange eyes, Beetle’s twin)

His name became fitting bc his brother chases and attacks him relentlessly to the point he spends all of his time hiding in the master bedroom closet.

Whenever he comes out he will stand up and give me hugs, so his nickname is Mr Huggy. If you pet him for long enough his eyes drift apart and he purrs while sticking his tongue out.

He’s a sweet little man and has the same beetle-like pattern, just in a cooler tone of browns.

Anchovy (almost 1, orange tabby with orange eyes)

I found him outside getting bullied by the other feral cats with no nearby siblings or momma. He was sick and tiny so I brought him in and took care of him myself. Cupid and Val adopted him and took care of him whenever I wasn’t feeding him. I think he might be inbred or at least stunted bc he’s very very Small for his age but that’s ok bc we love him.

He gets along with literally all of the other cats??? Which is insane to me bc I stg every other day they’ll just start having beef with each other. But he loves them and they love him.

Genuinely has never done anything bad in his entire life. He’s literally always happy and it amazes me. He’s just a little guy and he loves to play. The worst things he’s done has been eating frowup (that was not his) and messing up the blinds trying to eat a stinkbug. He’s just the perfect little boy.

[weirdbugtournament]

CONTENDER 1: MAN-FACED STINKBUG!

The man-faced stinkbug (Catacanthus incarnatus) is a member of the family Pentatomidae, also known as the stink bugs or shield bugs. When disturbed, bugs in this family can release a foul odor to deter predators, often containing alkane or aldehyde compounds. The brightly-colored red or yellow markings on the man-faced stinkbug, in addition to looking something like a human face, are an example of aposematic coloration, warning of their noxious emissions.

CONTENDER 2: BOMBARDIER BEETLE!

Bombardier beetles (family Carabidae) are named after their primary defense tactic. The abdomens of bombardier beetles feature a glandular sac at the tip, which secretes hydroquinone. When the beetle is disturbed, it releases both the hydroquinone and hydrogen peroxide into a thick-walled chamber called a vestibule, where a chemical reaction produces intense heat and free oxygen, resulting in a minor explosion that sprays the boiling liquid at the attacker.

#weird bug tournament #bugs #bug #insects #insect #bug poll

[tsuki-sennin]

Two years have past since the end of the war with the Bugnarok Empire. Under the guidance of its new King, Jeremy Brasieri, the Bugnarok are now recognied by the other five kings as their own sovereign nation. However... centuries of pain cannot be undone so soon. Not when the world faces ever greater peril.

And... after that... Freaky Friday x 3.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Oh.

-He dead.

-Kamejim's an alien, huh?

-Ohhhhhhhh, that's a lot of bugs.

-Well, his majesty King Gira certainly looks older.

-Everybody seems to be resting on their laurels.

-Rita would be ashamed.

-"Oh... I see... Well, that's not the least bit surprising."

-What the hell happened to our worldwide government?

-"Please stop crying, it's not your fault! D:"

-The aliens are coming! We've been compromised!

-"I do, yeah!"

-Dugden Dujardin...

-"Right, here's the deal. You're all gonna hand your planet over to me.

-THEY THREW THEM IN JAIL?

-WHY THO

-RITA YOU RUN THE JAILS HOW-

-"Hey buddy, you lied to me, y'know?"

-Ohhhhhhhhh

-Holy shit

-This guy is just Bug-type Evolt.

-Oh my God.

-Y'know, I can't say I expected intergalactic genocide from this show.

-"Wow, you're right! I am mocking you."

-I have to say, the green screen halos add a lot to how surreal and terrifying he is.

-Hey, wait a fucking second, that's America on that earth model!

-All that with a flick.

-He nearly destroyed all of America.

-Racules you motherfucker

-Gira says "Up yours, Dugdump."

-Whoaaaaaaaa, who is that?

-J

-Jesters.

-Gorma...

-Man's got his own roster.

-Jimmy, of course, was here the whole time.

-I suppose God's sitting this one out.

-The Tyrant King returns.

-Ohsama Sentai! King-Ohger!

-Lovin' the new hair, Yanma.

-Kaguragi seems just about the same as he always is.

-Ran, on the other hand... Absolutely serving.

-Oh, short hair Rita. Love it.

-Rita's one gray eye...

-We are so back. ...even though really it hasn't been that long.

-"Freeze, stinkbug."

-Oh great, Jimmy slipped away.

-Oh

-Oh my god.

-What kind of fucking PC needs global power siphoning?

-HIMENO CAUSED A WILD FIRE

-KAGURAGI CREATED A FARM TANK

-RITA WOULDN'T FUCKING TAKE A VACATION

-Yes, kings are back, I saw last episode.

-Intergalactic clown bugs.

-We traded Dezzy for this jhkhkl

-Gorma's already come up with a perfect scheme~!

-Kaguragi's a flasher I see.

-Oh wait, no Himeno???

-Goddamn, Kaguragi's living it up.

-Yanma, you're in the middle of a tundra, why the hell did you take Rita's shoes off?

-There is literally no episode premise better for an ensemble cast like this than a Freaky Friday plot.

-Ohhhhh, I noticed that Rita covered Yanma's eye. It must be blind.

-The actors are absolutely nailing each other's mannerisms, holy crap.

-I'm glad Kaguragi and Jeremy are enjoying themselves :)

-Himeno's still absolutely serving in Kaguragi's body.

-"Yanma... please... hurry up, I need it."

-"Dude, c'mon, you're already making yourself home in my body, at least-"

-"GIVE!"

-My current theory as to why Rita covers their mouth so much is because they have an oral stim they view as particularly embarassing. I imagine it must've hurt a lot when Gira laughed so hard.

-It is so weird hearing Rita's voice speaking so casually.

-Apparently Ran's not built enough for Kaguragi's liking.

-"Oh, trust me, Mantis Lady! You gotta knead your dough and feel the burn to make a nice, extra crispy bread."

-Gorma Jumpscare.

-Gorma Rosalia...

-Ninpo! Body Swap Art!

-"Beat me, and you'll be heading right home."

-Ohgai Busou!

-Oh, right, just because the minds switch around doesn't mean the authorization does.

-Nin!

-Oh, Rita smiled, that's nice :)

-"Jeremy, you're thinking a little too generously..."

-And this is Gira saying this, so you know this is gonna be a geopolitical nightmare.

-Jesus Christ Himeno jkjhjkmnhl

-Well at least Kaguragi's employing a bit of aid.

-SEBAS WHAT

-"No fighting."

-C

-Cross-brained fox.

-"I'm arresting each and every last one of you bastards!"

-Yanma, Yanma, Yanma, Yanma!

-Aw, Jeremy :)

-Not the least bit surprising that Gira and Jeremy are taking this the best.

-"Whaaaaaaaat? Nooooo, nooooooo, I don't think the Bugnarok are responsible for this, nooooooo!"

-Huh

-I have to disagree Jeremy, that was insanely quick, considering.

-Heat stroked out.

-Having a bit of a wild day.

-"Suppose we've spent a bit too much money on healthcare..."

-There's a certain elegance in Kaguragi's interpretation of Kamakiri Ohger.

-That's a really cool way of tying the body swaps into the fight scene though, I won't lie.

-They mad.

-Bang!

-That's our Jeremy.

-We won! Technically!

-Now to remove the Ninja

-OH FUCK

-Ohhhhhhh, you're one tricky son of a bitch, aren't you Gorma?

-Oh man, shit's getting real now.

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King! #ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger #kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #king ohger spoilers

[cryptturon]

i think enough time has passed for me to be able to say acnh's museum disappointed me so bad with how you couldnt read the extended info on the displays anymore bc that was like the main reason i went to the museum at all in new leaf. yes they gave blathers the role of explaining things instead but (1) it feels discouraging to immediately need the specific thing i want info on in my pockets without even being able to see it directly and (2) what feels like more than half of what info you can get is just spelling things out while almost forcing blathers' personality in (i.e. you hand in the man-faced stinkbug and blathers is digusted by it with the explanation just repeating that it is in fact a bug with a man's face). this is the most beautiful museum in the franchise and it feels empty

[newheaf]

Here it is the worst thing I’ve ever made... I wanted to express my gratitude to the Man-Faced Stinkbugs, those who paid off most of my debts by wearing them upon my heart

............................ but then I added anime blushies and cried laughing. enjoy.

#acnh qr #new horizons #nintendo #acnh community #acnh clothes #acnh switch #cute #acnh bugs #acnh sweater #acnh #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing #acnh blog #acnh design #acnh man-faced stinkbug #bugcore #dirtcore #new heaf creations

[miyoshichiai]

昆虫図鑑「昆虫の森　身近な虫から憧れの虫まで」カバーイラスト&挿絵 監修：丸山宗利　編集：スタジオエクレア 出版社：笠倉出版社 発売日：2020年10月30日

#仕事 #書籍 #図鑑 #昆虫 #笠倉出版 #insect #Tree Nymph Butterfly #Lesser Emperor #Man-faced Stinkbug #walking flower mantis #Violin Beetle #Oncotympana maculaticollis #adobephotoshop #illustration #color #work

[risaonda]

they really did change spawn rates on bugs

#venus ambassador give us a post #im watching a video and he mentioned it...i thought i was just having shit luck #common bugs are more common. uncommon and way more rare. not just tarantulas but stuff like man faced stinkbugs too #he brought up the ''u cant build fences right now!'' thing that pops up now and just said dear nintendo. was This necessary? #like mood mood mood mood mood

[kellinrk800]

toko fukawa comphet no i don’t take criticism

nobody will even see this because my account just. doesnt get traction but here have a ramble abt toko’s backstory and how much i firmly believe her attraction was comphet.

spoilers for thh, sdr2 and udg

tw// ab/se, n/glect, severe bullying

toko was severely neglected and unwanted when she was a child. she grew up with two mothers and one father due to both sleeping with the same man and neither wanting their child which caused her to be mistreated. once she was locked in a closet and forced to stay there for three days without food. clearly, she grew up in a household completely devoid of healthy love. genocide jack’s development was likely a response to cope with the traumatic experiences.

her time in elementary was no different. in third grade, she was used as a scapegoat for stolen money and her classmates tied her to the jungle gym with a garden hose as punishment.

her first real “love” was with a boy who she had been friends with since elementary but when she finally confessed through a letter, she found it pinned to the bulletin board to mock her. this was genocide jack’s first kill, leading me to believe that her murders were actually a form of protection.

on one occasion (and most likely more considering her difficult relationship with understanding rejection) she was ghosted halfway through on a date after spending three days and nights planning it so that she would not mess it up. she later found out that the boy only asked her out because he lost a bet.

the most likely only healthy representation of love she ever has was through media, which is arguably extremely heteronormativity and the actual healthiness of how relationships are presented in media is debatable.

she internalised all of these things happening to her and believed she deserved them somehow, building her inferiority complex. she began to assume that people only expected bad of her and self victimises herself almost on instinct despite her nature to express opinions without care for others most of the time. her self esteem is extremely low and she often worries about being considered an “old hag” in ultra despair girls.

toko fell in love with the idea of love, not an actual person. at some point she turned to novels and writing as a way to express her emotions and she used that passion to create works of art through her novels and created a toxic idolisation of the perfect relationship with nothing but media, her family’s relationships and her past experiences to go off.

she began to let herself get hurt and internalise it which ended up building her inferiority complex even further to the point of becoming unhealthily infatuated with anyone she saw fit as a stand in for the dreamy perfect people that made her books succeed.

time and time again genocide jack and toko were mistreated in their relationships, causing their system to suffer greatly. jack began to kill anyone toko saw fit as a perfect romantic interest to protect them both, but this most likely caused her own mental health to decline as well, leading to the aggressive, startling and manic personality we saw in the games.

toko began to both idolise and fear falling in love. while she knew they would most likely be killed and she would have to cope with knowing that the police could come knocking any day if they put the pieces together, she also still purposed her life around being in a perfect relationship because it was now causing her to gain traction through her novels.

this only furthered her unhealthy infatuation with relationships. she became determined to find a man who fit her description of the perfect man and would not mislead, use, mock or hurt toko in hopes that he would not be killed and she would finally achieve her dream.

enter byakuya togami. blonde, blue eyed, rich, cold and most importantly, entirely unattainable. he was an ideal stand in, especially considering the circumstances of the killing game (jack’s unique killing style would immediately be found out). she was able to fantasise from afar without ever really getting as severely hurt as she had in the past because he simply did not care to provide her his attention.

jack had two options. kill byakuya and get executed, or suck it up. clearly you can tell which option she chose. in addition, she had all of her memories from prior to the game which most likely slightly numbed her thirst for blood. by the end of ultra despair girls, she has grown a respect for toko, a softness for komaru and even calmed jack down to the point where it’s suggested that she no longer uses her skills to murder but instead fight despair.

in fact, near the end, toko is acutely aware of what is happening despite the fact jack was fronting (they don’t usually share memories, only emotions), suggesting they may have slightly integrated but i don’t really want to make assumptions considering i do not have did and am not educated enough to speak confidently about did.

ironically, the killing game was actually good for both of their mental health’s. i’ll only be talking about toko but in ultra despair girls she was emotionally stronger and more mature. she believed she finally had a purpose other than romance and that she could fight against all odds. she even credits makoto for her newfound courage. she criticises cowards and those that remind her of her past self. she is willing to challenge her fears.

komaru had an amazingly powerful and positive effect on them both. her softness, optimism and empathy help toko’s character develop even further. when komaru tries to give in to despair, toko encourages her to face her fears. toko, who was before extremely afraid and uncomfortable with being touched, is now willing to comfort and even hug komaru. she claims she’s finally found a true friend (that’s actually human, can’t forget kameko the stinkbug) and that she found hope in her.

komaru admires toko and doesnt really mind her split personality, instead just considering it “a bit strange”, which is a noticeable difference from how she was treated by everyone else for it. toko is protective of komaru during chapter two due to her suspicion of shirokuma. later, they even sleep in the same bed.

however, when toko risks komaru’s life for byakuya, they get into an argument in which toko accuses komaru of manipulating her with terms such as “friends”, which leads to komaru showing that she really does trust her.

later, this arguably resolved after servant forces jack and toko to fight against komaru for byakuya. they fight back against servant and komaru forgives her because they are friends, which makes toko extremely happy, so much that she blushed and admits she has never had a real friend before. she thanks komaru genuinely for the first time and they try to become real friends.

toko swears she will help komaru with anything she can’t do by herself, just like komaru would do for her.

toko even stays by her side to the point of rejecting the opportunity of going to future foundation to stay with komaru :)

in the end of danganronpa goodbye despair, which is set after ultra despair girls, kyoko reminds byakuya that someone is waiting for him and he jokes that she shouldn’t remind him of “something so horrifying”. and honestly i think the fact he was able to joke about it shows that perhaps toko and byakuya found a somewhat healthy relationship as friends, acquaintances, or even just bearing eachother’s presence.

a notable addition that didn’t really fit anywhere else is toko’s scrapped execution. “first kiss prank” is the title and it consists of byakuya running towards her before toko gets hit by a roller. that says enough about her biggest fears and how badly her past memories affected her.

in conclusion, toko fukawa’s obsession with byakuya was comphet due to pressure from the media and her toxic ideals. the fact she was able to form a healthy relationship with komaru is hhh and i could talk about them for hours. tokomaru is the second closest thing we have to inmedia stated canon (fuck kodaka’s statement me and the homies hate kodaka’s statement about naegiri /j)

sources: toko fukawa’s fandom wiki, genocide jack’s fandom wiki, free time events, transcripts

#danganronpa #toko fukawa #fukawa toko #touko fukawa #fukawa touko #tokomaru #syomaru #toukomaru #trigger happy havoc #ultra despair girls #character analysis #in which i am unhealthy obsessed with toko fukawa

[cower-before-power]

Hi! Congrats on 800 followers!!! 🥳🎉🎉 We haven't talked before cause I've mostly been lurking, but I really loved your Chocolate Chip Pancakes series 🥺🥺🥺

For your event, could you do Zora and "only one bed"? (my favorite character with my favorite trope lmao)

Thank you! 💕

Hello!! Thank you so much! That series was a lot of fun, I'm so happy you liked it. And I'm happy to complete another Zora request! I hope you enjoy it :)

TW: cursing, Zora calls you some names haha

Your hands shake as you finish your nightly routine, the cold water you’re splashing on your face doing nothing to calm the heat that seems permanently stuck to your cheeks. It was anticipated that the mission would take a few days, but it had not been anticipated the inn you were to stay in would only have single rooms left. So here you were, stuck in the last available room with only one lonely double bed, with none other than the noble hating prankster himself, Zora Ideale.

You’ve admired the masked man ever since he officially joined Captain Yami’s ragtag band of misfits. He was rude, lazy and prone to playing annoying pranks, yet it was clear if you watched him close enough, there was a good and kind heart lying beneath. The problem was, he seemed hellbent on not letting anyone close enough to know that heart. There was an unyielding brick wall stacked meters upon meters high around him. You wish you could chip it away and let the true Zora shine though. You’re positive he would be absolutely breathtaking.

When you emerge from the private lavatory, you’re surprised to find an unruly mop of red hair peeking out from under the blankets. You’d honestly half expected him to steal the blankets and find a spot outside (he certainly napped in enough trees). Gulping nervously, you quickly tiptoe around to your side of the bed. You’re about to pull back the covers and slide in, when a sudden thought hits you. He wouldn’t...

“There’s no stinkbugs under there, idiot,” Zora’s voice startles you, thought its slightly muffled by the blankets pulled up to his eyes. “Would I really smell up the bed I gotta spend the night in?”

“O-oh,” you stutter ashamedly, quickly blowing out the bedside candle before he can get a look at your embarrassed face. “O-of course not. I-I'm sorry." You climb into the bed awkwardly, settling on your back.

He sighs. "Don't apologize, shithead. Just be quiet so we can sleep, or maybe I will consider some stinkbugs."

Silence falls as the two of you lay there, you staring at the ceiling and him breathing quietly as he faces away from you. Moonlight filters in between the ragged curtains that flutter in the cool night breeze, the faint chirping of crickets the only sound as the world settles down for the night. You feel yourself start to relax into the mattress. But the peace stirs something within you, and you suddenly just have to speak.

“Zora?”

The man next you sighs in clear annoyance. “What now?"

You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves.

“I just wanted to say....I’m glad we’re on this mission together. I know you are probably annoyed to be stuck with me, but I’m happy you’re my partner.  I know everyone thinks you’re just some troublemaker who doesn’t give a shit about anything but terrorizing nobility and pulling silly pranks, but you’re a lot more than that. You’re talented, loyal, kind, and you want to take care of those who are looked down on. I know you’ll have my back these next few days. I just wanted to let you know I am grateful you’re here-both with me and with the Bulls.”

Your words are met with silence, not that you were really expecting an answer anyways. You pull the blankets up tighter around you, your heart happy you managed to say what’s been on your mind. Even if he never acknowledges what you’ve voiced, at least he knows.

“You’re not so bad yourself, idiot,” Zora replies suddenly, his raspy voice much softer than you’ve ever heard it before. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he sounds almost...fond. The idea sends your heart fluttering in your chest.

The gentle moment does last long though. “Now shut up and go to sleep,” he snaps, and you giggle quietly to yourself at the very clear note of embarrassment in his voice. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

“Yessir,” you chirp, snuggling into the covers and closing your eyes. All your nerves have been wiped away; you feel strangely content. “Goodnight Zora. Sleep well and have sweet dreams.”

“I said shut the fuck up."

You giggle again, your mind already growing thick and hazy as slumber tugs you into it’s warm embrace. Before it can totally claim you, you swear you hear a quiet “you too, idiot ” echo into the inky night.

You fall asleep with a smile etched across your face.

#asks #replies #800 follower event #zora ideale #zora ideale x reader #zora x reader #black clover

[emile-hides]

Was it worth it?

I talked about this concept of no one in act 1 remembering one another on my side blog before, the exception being Magnificus, and how interesting I think a conversation between him and Leshy during that time would be. And then I said I didn’t want to write it because I worried it wouldn’t pace right.

Well I changed my mind.

In which Leshy awaits his next challenger

Sat at a table of gnarled old wood was a wolf, a little on the short side for it’s kind, with fur green and scraggly, and one eye sealed shut with a scar.

It stared at Leshy with the kind of patients of someone who knows they have an infinite amount of time on their hand, and rung the bell to end it’s turn.

Leshy played his Stoat. It stood unopposed on the empty table.

“Tell me something,” Spoke the wolf, his muzzle seemed rather short as he examined his deck, flipping his cards easily one handed.

He played a card that hurt Leshy’s head, a card of static and broken sounds. A card that made the world tremble and cut apart, just to piece back together. A card that was angry, screaming, and terrified to play.

He played a Stoat.

The wolf didn’t continue his statement. He did not ask a question for Leshy to answer. He simply rung the bell, and ended his turn.

His Stoat did no damage. It did not want to play.

Leshy looked at his own hand, and played a Stinkbug. He did not remember making that card.

Both his cards attacked, the wolf took 2 damage, he didn’t flinch. Moss like fur seemed to cover his muzzle and soften his eyes.

“Are you happy, Leshy?” The wolf queried as he returned to his deck, his arm thin, fingers pointed. He chose his next card with care, “Sitting here in the dark, alone? Awaiting a player who will never come? Starving in a world that barely exists.”

The card the wolf played cut though the table, showing the shadowed ground beneath in a perfect square. It whispered, it pleaded, it banged hard on metal begging to see the light again.

The card the wolf played was a Stinkbug.

With the ring of the bell Leshy felt threatened. The Wolf’s cards wanted him dead, dead and gone and endlessly trapped away. He felt scared. He needed a weapon. He did not have one.

With no damage dealt Leshy found it to be his turn again. He played a wolf. It faced him on the board. It had one eye. He had not put it down.

With a shaking hand Leshy gripped a dagger tightly to his side, the handle worn down to silver beneath the false gold coating.

The wolf gave a puff, one of Leshy’s candles went out. Then another.

Smoke smothered out Leshy’s breathing. He was scared. He was loosing. He was mad. He had to win this. Had to... had to...

In a quick motion Leshy was across the table, the knife digging into the skull of the man across from him, blood stained the moss of his body. He stared, unblinking, unflinching, as Leshy shook uncontrollably atop him.

“Was it worth it?” He asked to Leshy, who didn’t want to answer.

The knife came out as easy as it had gone in, bringing with it a glowing green eye. He added it to the scale, tipping it in his favor.

When he looked again the man was lying on the ground, blood pouring from his empty eye socket. He did not move. He did not breath.

‘What a beautiful sight’ Leshy had thought, staring at the corpse. ‘A moment worth capturing, perhaps...’

With shaking, bloodied hands and a blurry focus, Leshy snapped a picture of the wolf, the bright flash illuminating the room for only a second.

Leshy’s eyes creaked open, a blinding light awakening him from his slumber.

In the nothingness, at a table gnarled and old, sat a challenger.

Quickly, he composed himself, dreams of the past forgotten, he began to teach his new player the old game, it had been ever so long sense he’d played with someone. They were sure to love it, just as much as he did.

It would be well worth it to learn.

#Inscryption #tw eye gore #This has so many headcanons in it but at least it's not ooc #I don't think #Look I'm really proud of this #It's just a really really short mood writing but I like it #It's something that would do better in comic form for sure but like. I can't draw. #Well I can but this would take me ages #In which Leshy dreams about events he cannot remember clearly #I think about Magnificus a lot recently #Which I don't think he deserves to be thought about but it's too late I am THINKING #I think about how he has the ability to show us the dagger if you pus around too long and like #Thanks but also why #and how #And did he use that ability for anything else? #I think about how everyone appears to be asleep until we arrive except for him #The Stoat openly says he was sleeping #The game starts with Leshy waking up #The Stinkbug is rather dazed when we find her #But the Wolf? Instantly up and ready and rushes you to get the roll and sit back down and play along #I wonder why... #They're all sleeping just to pass time #Isolation shut down in a game unloaded possibly unplayable just #Waiting an eternity for someone to arrivem #I think about isolation a lot and the effects it can have on the mind #Mostly memory.... #I think about why Leshy has Magnificus' eye and why he lets you use the dagger like that...... #I think.... He was really desperate to win that game.....

[into-the-daniverse]

Rodrigo’s Masterlist

His Tags

✨ Rodrigo ✨ Rodrigo Vibes | inspiration, quotes, pictures, etc. ✨ Art of Rodrigo | commissions, gifts, etc. ✨ Fic of Rodrigo | fic not by me ✨ Rodrigo’s Playlist | the boys i mean are not refined

Full Name: Rodrigo Luís Aguilar

Nicknames

“Drigo” mostly by Jacqui but almost anyone can call him that, “Roddy/Rod” generally only used by enemies, as he hates those names, “Bug/Stinkbug” by his mothers

General Age: 35

Birthday: April 1st

Gender/Sexuality: Queer man (he/him)

Astrology: Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Leo Rising

Patron Arcana: King of Pentacles

Upright — loyal, ambitious, wealthy, stubborn

Reversed — materialistic, greedy, ruthless, hasty decisions

all other information + ship fics under the cut!

Important Relationships

Elena-Carmen Fernandez, trans she/her — Rodrigo’s mother, referred to as Mamá, deceased

Carina-Sofia Aguilar, she/her — Rodrigo’s mother, referred to as Mami

Jacqui Larrieux-Desroche, he/him — Rodrigo’s best friend/lover of almost 20 years

Jade Castella (Giada Silvestri-Castellanos), she/her — Rodrigo’s other best friend/friend with benefits of 12 years

Keean, he/they — Rodrigo’s protege/adopted son

Paulina Herrera, she/her — Rodrigo’s adoptive grandmother, the cook on his ship

Favorite Meal: Parihuela

Favorite Drink: Rum

Favorite Flower: Marigold

Magic: Illusionary/Glamor Magic, Forcefields

Illusion Magic

This magic is very strong, but volatile, and Rodrigo understands very little of it

He normally uses this to create a mirror image of himself, or to disorient opponents when fighting—the mirror image is really just an afterimage, if he wanted it to move and fight with him, he could, but that takes more energy than he wants to use for just a quick diversion

He can also cast glamors over his appearance, allowing him to sneak into underground bars and similarly shady places unseen/unnoticed—helpful especially when your face is on more than a few wanted posters in such shady places

Will cast illusions over others, especially during raids to confuse the ship their raiding by making them think there are more pirates than there are, or tricking them into jumping off their own ship

He can create illusions for others too, for example, create a mirror image of Jacqui during a fight, though it takes more concentration and he can’t maintain it for as long

It’s easier for him to cast massive illusions over non-humans, like the sirens in the Strait of Sirens, and he can make better use of his range that way, but it still isn’t something he can maintain for more than a few minutes at the most

Most of his illusions rely on people being able to see, so they don’t work over blind people or in the dark of night

Forcefields

This magic was inherited from his Mamá Elena, and it is what was most exploited during his time in the catacombs

Pretty straight-forward, he can create forcefield/barriers around himself and others to protect them

The bigger the forcefield the weaker it is, but he can create one big enough to protect the entire ship if he wanted to

The forcefields protect against almost all types of physical and magical attacks, and when Rodrigo was younger it was even stronger, which is why it was essentially “harvested” from him

It is still used by the Scholars to keep some magic users trapped in the catacombs, and there are runes carved into Syd’s ship, Inuwashi, that are laced with Rodrigo’s magic

Other Skills: whittling, can speak his native language Nopali, Vesuvian/Common, and some Vesuvian Sign language (but he can only read/write very basic Nopali), dancing (specifically samba but other types as well), stealth (when he wants to be)

Appearance

Height: 5′11″ (180 cm) — not counting the heels on the boots he usually wears

Hair: Dark brown, almost black, 3a type curls never kept past his chin

Eyes: Dark brown, almost black

Details

Has a lot of freckles across his cheeks and most of his body

Usually wears mascara and/or kohl around his eyes and it is always messy

Has scars all over his body but concentrated on his back and upper arms, the only facial scar he has goes through his right eyebrow

There is a brand burned in between his shoulder blades that is very faded now, but that he received during his time in the catacombs

Background

Arcana Universe

Born in the village Girasol, just outside of Nopal and the Emerald Sea, Rodrigo lived with his mothers until he was 10 years old. His Mamá, Elena, was the village’s leader, and as such, he was often treated like the village’s golden child, their hope for the next generation. And for a time he was, following closely in his mothers’ footsteps as he grew up.

But when he was 10, his village was attacked, and Elena was killed by Captain Syd, who had been sent to kill her and capture Rodrigo to bring to the Sea Palace. Once Elena died, the barrier that she put over the village disappeared, and Rodrigo was captured.

For six years he was kept in the catacombs of the Palace, being tortured and experimented on, his magic harvested from him until Jacqui stumbled upon him and the two of them escaped together. They ran from Syd and the Palace for two years before Rodrigo won his ship, El Corazon Sangrante, in a bet, and became a pirate captain, with Jacqui as his quartermaster.

While this allowed them to evade Syd, it did not protect them from him until two more years later, when Rodrigo was 20, and he went to the Quinquennial Pirate Meeting. He joined himself and his crew under the Pirate Queen, meaning that Syd could no longer go after them, as he was sworn under the same Code. 

A few years later, when Rodrigo was 28, he and his crew came across Keean stuck in the Strait of Sirens, and rescued him. While Rodrigo does not raise Keean in the same way Jacqui does, he still cares for the boy and considers him almost as his protege.

During the events of the game, Rodrigo and the rest of the crew of El Corazon are patrolling the Sea of Persephia, and largely do not feature in any of the game routes.

Modern AU

Rodrigo spent most of his life in Hollywood, Florida with his mothers, but he dreamed about moving away for almost all of that time. After meeting Jacqui in high school, the two of them became extremely close, and ended up moving across the country to LA, California after they both graduated. 

He jumped around working multiple jobs at bars and clubs until he finally decided he wanted to start a band with Jacqui and a few of the friends they had made in the area. Their band ended up opening for the Desert Jackals, and they even toured together for a while. Rodrigo and Leon had a brief, messy, and complicated relationship that ended due to Rodrigo’s own fault, but his band stayed together and they still perform locally in LA.

Ship Fics

✨ Rodrigo x Solo

by me

In Dreams

by @asras3rdeye

Bad Romance 🍋

Kiss Prompt: Sneaking away to share a hidden kiss

✨ Rodrigo x Martzel

by me

Smut Prompts: [pin] 🍋

by @lucigucci

Break My Baby (Part One)

Break My Baby (Part Two)

Break My Baby (Part Three) 🍋

Break My Baby (Part Four)

✨ Rodrigo x Sun Bai

by @asras3rdeye

Smut Prompts: “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night” + [palm] 🍋

✨ Rodrigo x Balam

by @atypicalacademic

Say-So 🍋

✨ Rodrigo x Jacqui x Amparo

by @sunrisenfool

Two Is a Crowd, Three Is a Party 🍋

✨ Rodrigo x Dante

by me

Smut Prompts: [kiss + rough] and [choke]

✨ Rodrigo x Roul

by me

Mistletoe

#into the daniverse #lore #dani's pirates #rodrigo #masterlists

[limecordial]

inspo from @squiishy-imagines

I don’t often write fanfic and I wrote this at 1am so the tense is all over the place and its probably ooc but I've finally got whatever gripped me to write this in one go out so now I can rest

The atmosphere was tense in the cabin, despite your failure in the fight against the Trapper you were still alive. You wonder if your previous worries about your host had been irrational. After all you had failed once before this, though you can't help but admit his mutter off "No, not quite yet" was worrying ,and then there were the talking cards. "Hey! It's still your turn you know." Snippy, the voice of the Stoat rung out in your mind. "Don't rush the poor dear. You do want to get out don't you?" Huffing the stoat grumbled and rolled his eyes. Surveying the board you nervously thought out your placement, it seemed that no matter what you'd have to place a talking card in peril. Your nervous frown deepens as you place the Stinkbug in front of the opposing coyote. "Let's get cracking!" The Stinkbug cheerily calls out, you get the feeling you should be concerned by how used to this you had gotten. Ringing the bell you end your turn, the Stinkbug ending the coyote, the cub vanquishing the bullfrog and growing into a wolf. Once again you looked to the board then your cards, you decided to draw a squirrel to buy time against his elk. Placing the squirrel down you calculated your damage. You would be one point short and the turn after would turn the scales against you as two opposing cards would enter the board. You looked down at your cards grimacing, absentmindedly thumbing one of the corners of the Stoat card. It would be the best play but, he'd take damage. "Don't be stupid" You look down to the Stoats scowling yet concerned visage. "If it's the best play just do it." Sighing you reluctantly sacrifice the squirrel and place the Stoat on the board. Your host across from you frown slightly at the sight of the card, in lieu of someone trying to remember something rather than hatred. He often did this at the sight of the talking cards. You end your turn. You hear the Stoats cry of pain in your mind. The teeth fall and the scales tip. Humming the game master clears the cards away and makes to take out the map. "Excuse me?" You venture, mouth dry. "Yes?" "I need a short break. Is it ok if I listen to some music?" You had noticed the gramophone earlier and you knew how music did wonders to soothe the soul. "Of course Challenger, it will allow me time to plan." Getting up you make your way to the gramophone setting it up carefully as you feel the man's eyes on you. You understand how delicate these things were so you understood his worry. The vinyl played and you closed your eyes to take it in, to your surprise after two tracks the music you heard during your fight with the trapper played. You can say for certain that you preferred the version without the sound of skinning in the background. "I see that you enjoy the trappers humming. However I'd prefer for you to hear it in the proper context." Getting up yet somehow remaining shrouded in shadows he turns off the gramophone and turns to you. You could almost make out his face from the angle, if only it wasn't so damn dark. "Now Challenger, have you had enough rest?" "Just two more songs? I have been playing all night." You watch him hopefully. He brings his left hand to his face as he looks at his gramophone deep in thought, you can't help but feel he looks a little lost. "I can play my music, if that's ok?" Immediately you see curiosity light up in his eyes as he glances from you to your guitar case and bag by the door. He had been asking roundabout questions about that all night. Seeming to remember himself he replies, "Of course Challenger." He makes his way back to the table as you approach your bag and guitar reaching into your bag you bring your old music player out. The stuff you had on it was mainly acoustic. As you bring the book sized music player to the table you notice the mans confused and slightly disappointed gaze. " I'll play for you later. For now," you hit play, "listen." The soundtrack from one of your favourite games starts playing, a game about exiles performing rites and relying on scribes to read the stars to guide them. As the sounds of the acoustic guitar fill the cabin from your dingy old music player  you see the scepticism in the mans gaze fade. You decide to get comfy as your host seems entranced by the music. You stay like this for a while just listening to the music. Eventually your host pipes up. " Ahem , Challenger?" "Yes?" You open one eye he must want to continue. "The second piece may I hear it again?" "The second track? Sure. It's called downriver by the way." Grabbing the music player you fiddled with the buttons setting it back to the second track. "Thank you." He leaned back and closed his eyes, rough hands tapping on the table to the beat of the music. You watched as he murmured to himself occasionally thoughts trying to free themselves from his lips. Eventually the track ended, opening his eyes he looked to you. "Again please?" You wonder if that's a hint of shyness in his tone. Nodding you restart the track. This time mumbles something about "How do I incorporate thhis into my game?" You smile knowing exactly what trap he has fallen into, imagining scenarios to a good tune. This time the player cuts out before the track finishes, you grimace as you curse yourself for not having spare batteries. He looks to you for an explanation to the sudden stop. "The batteries ran out," you sigh "I don't have any spares on me unfortunately." He looks off to the side of himself grumbling something about 'damn technology'. He straightens up and takes a deep breath, getting ready to start the game again you'd wager. Quickly you hold your finger up in a one moment gesture, he looks at you quizzically. "I know how to play that one let me get my guitar." You swear you see excitement flash in his eyes as he gets up from his chair quickly. "One moment allow me to retrieve something of mine." He leaves the room to rummage for something. You make your way back to the table guitar in hand and sit. You look over to your cards as an idea scratches at the back of your mind. Sifting through your cards you single out the Stoat then the Stinkbug. The later greeting you warmly and the former offering only a short huff. "I'm going to play some music do you want to listen?" "Whatever, sure." "Oh that would be delightful!" "Ok then." After giving them a small smile you quietly move the cards so that they wouldn't be seen immediately as your host came in. In his hands was a stringed instrument you'd never seen before, similar to a mandolin. You also managed to get a glimpse of your hosts face before he pulled his stool out to sit with his instrument on his lap and beckoned you to bring your stool over to his side. "Come, I wish to learn how to play this piece myself. It will be easier for me to learn if I can see your hands on your instrument." Smiling you bring your stool over to where the now visibly excited game master gestured. You get a feeling you still have a long night ahead of you, but you can't help but hope that there is a peaceful way out of whatever is happening here now that you see him eagerly following your lead on the strings. Maybe, just Maybe you can talk him out of whatever he's planning.

#squiishy this ones for you #squiishy-imagines #inscryption #summary leshy remembers his love of music and youre just trying to figure out whats going on #how music heals an aching soul