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slugbrain-thoughts · 2 years

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I absolutely love humans are space orcs, so here’s a three prompts.

1: Body swap.

If two species find each other weird, can you imagine the reactions to suddenly BEING in that body?

It’s one thing to inspect something from afar, it’s another thing to be the thing your inspecting.

Bonus points if one of them have a disability either mental or physical.

“Damn this feels like shit how do you put up with this stuff?”

2: hallucinations, illusions, and dreams.

Most aliens don’t have these, and their minds don’t conjure up stuff for shits and giggles, so seeing something that isn’t there is a very foreign concept to them.

The way humans hyperfixate or insert themselves into scenarios feels way to real for aliens already, and they just don’t know how to handle someone getting lost in their own mind.

Aliens DO have mental disabilities, but their brains are much less prone to them because they aren’t designed like some kid put it together with glue and popsicle sticks before having to tape it back together after the 27th time it falls apart.

A: “Your brain is so complex!”

H: “Oh, thank you!”

A: “in a bad way.”

Dreams are the weirdest to them, because it’s not just one or two things popping up in your vision, but instead a whole landscape. AND they’re unconscious.

When humans tell them about their dreams, they want to transfer them to a mental facility, but you can’t exactly do that to a whole species.

Especially with nightmares.

3: Australia, Florida, Oceans, and “Fun facts!”

Earth is space Australia already, but what if they just went to the actual thing?

After hearing all about weird human anatomy, they wonder about the other anatomy their planet has to offer.

Fun fact! Here’s a creature that can kill you in seconds. Fun fact! Look at this freak of nature. Fun fact! This thing hides in the blind spots of god. Fun fact! Run.

A: “Hey human, why are you scared of the arainds?”

H: “I’m sorry, they just look like spiders and I have arachnophobia.”

A: “Whats arachnophobia?”

H: “Fear of spiders. Most humans have it”

A: “Wait, that’s a trait humans share? Why?”

H: “Creatures like spiders, snakes and wasps have terrorized our species for so long, that the fear of them had wormed its way into our very DNA and traumatized a whole species.”

A: “oh….. ok”

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sortanonymous · 3 months

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Wow. How come I didn't catch onto this about Soul of Sectonia?

TW: mention of assisted suicide

#kirby #queen sectonia #sectonia #soul of sectonia #tw: suidice #this poor bug-turned-wasp just gets sadder every day #sui mention #kirby triple deluxe #geez

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insect0idfreakaz0id · 2 months

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Hey centi! im currently working on an oc au and i might need some help with figuring out how bug mandibles work ☠️

i thought of you and your centipede sona and was wondering on how you settled on that specific design choice 👀 sorry if this is out of left field

BIG WARNING FOR PICTURE OF BUGS ON THIS POST

SORRY this has taken a long time and maybe you've figured out by now, I actually based my truesona's face (or at least mandibles) more on a wasp!!

the mandibles take up more on the face on the wasp than I think I see on centipedes. and they have a face shape closer to that of humans, at least compared to the kind of centipedes rowan and my other centipede character that I am still renaming are

and centipedes do have sort of odd faces. above is a house centipede I believe, not the centipede my truesona or other centipede guy is based on

this one below is more alike to the centipede my truesona + other OC is based off of

the mandibles are the smaller mouth pieces, those are for eating

what look like the fangs (larger orange sharp pieces) are technically legs that are about behind the head that are used to inject venom or maybe grab something

this would be very awkward placement though, to put these parts BEHIND my truesonas head, so they're on the sides of his face, with the mandibles in the middle

also, the mandibles are smaller on centipedes. wasp faces are kind of closer in resemblance to the general shape of a human face, so I went with that

I wanted to stylize my truesonas face and bug features more, he kind of has more of a mix of different bug characteristics, but his fangs are meant to look more like stag beetle pincers

however, I have. other centipede character whose fangs are more true to the face of an actual centipede and not as stylized

I don't know if this is much help or not because these were the only bugs I looked at when making these characters, but I would say looking at pictures of real bug's faces up close is the best help to see how they work out.

Yes . You will probably have to make some choices on how to work those into more human-ish characters.... Maybe not all of it will be accurate. It doesn't really have to be . You can run free into the wild.

centipedes also have kind of odd looking eyes. Like a clump of frog eggs shape or something.

I did not think this would be something that would work well for my drawing ... And it may not accurately convey the image of "bug eyes" to people who are unfamiliar with how centipede eyes look. So I went with something closer to fly eyes, or at least how I've seen people draw them. I suppose the house centipede has more fly like eyes, but my centipede characters now (truesona and other sona-oc-thing) are the giant tiger leg centipede and redheaded centipede, which are very different from house centipedes. I'll make a house centipede character eventually, but they probably won't pop up any time soon

Ummm yeah 👍 I hope this helps or was somewhat awesome at least

#bugs #tw bugs #tw bug mention #cw bugs #cw bug mention #bug pictures #centipede #wasp #beetles #stag beetle #oc #original character #oc art #oc artist #bugsona #bug oc #bug ocs

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thatonepizzaman · 6 months

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you know what day it is

Ah yes my favorite tumblr moot back at it again

THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME, FRIEND!

I present to thee

Waddle wasp

This is me irl if you even care

#the pizzaman exists #waddle sona #waddle Dee sona #sona #waddle Dee #waddle Dee oc #sona art #wasp #tw wasps #tw bugs #tw bug mention #tw insects #pizzas sonas #pizzas ocs

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emonydeborah · 8 months

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trektober day 14: historical AU/recruitment

Pikeuna wwii AU for historical AU day

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"Take him to Number One." Chris swallowed. The tone in which the resistance fighter- Neera, one of the others had called her- spoke of their leader made him feel underdressed for the occasion. He could hardly be blamed for his appearance; it hadn’t been his choice to crash in the French countryside. Still, he surreptitiously tried to smooth his hair and wipe the mud off his face and he was led the through the dilapidated, bombed out apartment building. The ropes around his wrists didn’t help.

People cut off their conversations as he passed, pressing themselves against the wall and staring like they had never seen a man in uniform.

Probably not his uniform, Chris thought with regret. The Allies weren’t even close to liberating this area.

“In here.” Neera opened an apartment door and nodded for him to enter. Shabby wallpaper and cracked plaster flickered in lantern light, splashing monstrous shadows on the wall. Chris squinted in the low light.

Two women were hunched over a table, pointing at a map and speaking in tense voices. The shorter woman was facing the door, and when Chris entered she straightened.

“Commander.” She nodded towards Chris. The other woman straightened to her considerable height and turned.

Chris’s jaw dropped. “Una?”

She was paler and gaunter than when he had known her. Dressed all in black rather than the bright colors she used to favor, she looked more like a prison camp survivor than the leader of a resistance cell.

It occurred to Chris that she could be both.

“Chris?” Her face lit up, and it was the most beautiful sight Chris had seen in some time.

She took a step forward, arms half raised, but glanced around and stopped in her tracks. She cleared her throat.

“Give us a minute,” she said. The other woman at the table bristled, watching Chris with open suspicion.

“Commander, for your safety-”

“Now, La’an.” Una nodded to the guards still restraining Chris, and they let go with some reluctant mumbling. Neera dragged them out of the room, and with a click of her tongue La’an followed them out. She gave Chris a warning look, and held eye contact until she shut the door. Chris tried not to gulp.

Cold fingers on his wrist made him jump, and Una smirked. She pulled the rope off his wrists, and Chris didn’t even wait for feeling to return to his hands before he pulled her into his arms.

She was slower to hug him back than she used to be, but she held him just as tightly as she always did.

The kiss was natural and desperate, anything to convince him she was alive. She wasn’t as substantial as before, and he felt like no matter how tight he held her, she was seconds from slipping away through the cracks in the walls.

She broke the kiss and just held him, trembling.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” Chris murmured into her hair.

“You thought I was dead?” Una pulled back just enough to look him in the face. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair, and Chris took her hand and kissed it.

“I didn’t hear from you for months, and no one would give me any answers,” Chris said. “I didn’t know what to think.” Una stroked his cheek with her thumb.

“You didn’t think I just got bored of you?” she teased.

“Nope.” Chris couldn’t find it in him to make it a joke, but Una still smiled. She didn’t offer any answers, just leaned her forehead onto his with a sigh. “Una.”

“Hm.”

She didn’t want to talk about it. He hadn’t seen her in eighteen months and he knew she didn’t want questions. But his last thought before hitting the ground had been of her, and how he was going to see her soon.

Not like this, though he much preferred it this way.

“How did you end up here? What happened?”

Una sighed again. “I couldn’t stand by any more, Chris.”

“The Women’s Auxiliary-”

“I know, it was important work, but I felt so useless.” Despite his resistance, she peeled herself away and led him to the map. “Did you know I was born here?” She pointed to an obscure town a few miles from what Chris guessed was their position. “My parents moved us to America when I was seven, made me a proper American girl.” Chris wrapped an arm around her waist, unwilling to let her get too far. “I enlisted to fight for America, but the more I heard the rumors out of France the more I wanted to help.”

“You were helping,” Chris insisted. “You and the other auxiliary pilots-”

“It wasn’t enough!” Una burst. She broke away and rounded the table. “People are fighting and dying everyday here. Not soldiers, civilians, young and old, women and children- I had to do something.” She gripped the edges of the table, face reddening in her fervor. “I dropped off my plane but I didn’t go back to the states. I hitched a ride across the channel and made my way here and I didn’t look back.”

Not once did she look up into his eyes. Her gaze was locked on the little town, barely more than a dot on the map. Chris slowly made his way around the table and laid his hand over hers.

“That was really brave,” he said quietly. She let out a breath.

“I’ll try to arrange for you to get back to your men,” she said, businesslike. Chris’s eyebrows jumped up.

“Through that?” He gestured to the enemy strongholds, a thick barrier between him and any allies.

“We’ll get it done,” Una said firmly. “There’s a path, most of us know it.”

“Una.” Chris squeezed her hand. “Let me rephrase: I’m not leaving you.” He nodded at the map. “It’s not worth risking anyone to get me through there.”

“Chris-”

“I’m not losing you again.” Una knew better than to argue with that stubborn tone. Chris grinned. “You need a pilot?”

“Nope,” Una answered. “But I’m sure I could find a job for Captain Christopher Pike.”

#snw #una chin riley #chris pike #strange new worlds #star trek #pikeuna #pikeone #tw: wwii #wwii au #tw: prison camp mention #I am not claiming historical accuracy here #just vibes #it’s more of a voy:killing game AU than anything else #I do know the WASPs were cool ladies though #trektober 2023 #trektober prompt

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solacedeer · 11 days

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@olivermorningstar I do have answers for these, It does get heavyish

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What brings her to different places, i’m going to write something for this eventually (this is the last just Info-dump i’ll make about her).

What kind of music does she enjoy; Probably likes a Lot of Hymns, Campfire songs, (maybe Folk music). Simple melodies with pretty lyrics because she’s not a performer and most of the time she’s playing by ear.

—- stuff you didn’t ask for but felt very “general” ——

Travel, I think her travel depends on where she’s going. She’s probably only been to far off places a few times and years apart. She’s never been to Tanzanite. Achroite she visits but Those are opportunities where she’s gotten to travel with groups, Probably delivery/pickup stuff.

misc;

between “fight, flight, or freeze” she’ll usually take flight. If she’s toughing it out she’ll stand there trembling, fighting the urge to leave.

If she dislikes someone she avoids them. Her lifestyle makes that easy. In a situation where she cannot avoid someone she doesn’t like she makes it clear to them that she doesn’t (in the hopes that will make them leave avoid her)

Cold > Heat > Rain

Superstitious (mostly about wives tales, bad omens)

She carries around a Mouse

——- back to your questions

What kind of food does she like; Chicken and Rice. Salmon. Raw vegetables and fruit. Plain stuff mostly. Elaboration below

Tw; ED (Orthorexia) under the cut

- Demelza’s got a Peak condition “thing”. It was initially to ensure she had energy for whatever she needed to do during the day, but evolved into a form of Self medication.

- She is convinced Deficiencies like the ones that cause scurvy are the source of all her problems. If she’s having a low period she either needs to leave wherever she is or she is missing something/ate “wrong”.

- I added “Whole Nutrients” (fake term) to her Profile and didn’t elaborate. But Since Nutrition science is still rudimentary she only knows as much as the Fruits sailors keep aboard ships to avoid Scurvy and Whatever is in the Books she can get her grubby non-Academic hands on. Which amounts to Meat, Bread, Water and Fruit. Not much else.

- The result is her eating a lot of the same just to keep her regimen up, Not for enjoyment. The only “good” Meals that she trusts, are found Domestically (someones house). The kind of thing people make for their growing children. Even then if its a little too Salty or the Meat tastes different she won’t touch it for fear of it disturbing her balance.

The Homebrew is the only real exception but theres no real logic to it anyways. She makes it herself when shes in a place for a long time, out of things she sees as good. Its poison sometimes, theres Cognitive dissonance,,

(sorry this parts kind of dreary. Its not just there to be upsetting, it relates back to her story. I know we’re here for fun it just set up.)

#pia exists to be cute yes #im working on an actual writing thing for her this feels like cheating #You can’t be talking like that Wasp baby #tw: ed mention

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chaos-potat · 1 month

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I have weird paranoia about waking up with a wasp/hornet nest being in my room suddenly and they swarm and cover me and sting me endlessly 👍

Oh, I've had nightmares like that, I had a huge wasp nest above my door and my window was old so they'd come in my room sometimes

I probably shouldn't have said that if you have a fear of wasps

this is more rational than my fear, I'll say that for sure

#asks #tw wasps #cw wasp #wasp mention #tw hornet #cw hornet #tw bug mention #cw bug mention

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mistergreatbones · 5 months

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I have a fever rn so I apologize if nothing makes sense but bruce wayne put his son six feet in the ground and the son grew up to be six feet tall. Bottom Tex?

#my headache is pulsating #leo says shit #jason tood #a wrote jasppn Todd and i was like yeoop that’s reight #um #tw death mention #death mention tw #death ment tw #there are a lot of wasps to tirigger tag that Christ i m so hot i feekl like I’m being cosked #coaked? choked? yes #tw sickness #tw sick mention

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loganbutwithfeelings · 2 years

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Roman: small creatures are way more vicious cause there's less room to hold their anger

Logan: That's ridiculous. Name one example.

Virgil: wasps

Patton: spiders *shudders*

Remus: janus

#sanders sides #sanders sides quotes #sanders sides incorrect quotes #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #wasps mention #wasps tw #spiders mention #spiders tw

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moriiartist · 2 years

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‧₊ 001 | GO FOR IT

SERIES SUMMARY: The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

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SUMMARY: A long drive, a first meeting, and a dawning realization that this will be your life for the next three weeks.

WARNINGS: Nudity mention (as in nudist camp), Mild language, there’s a wasp in there for like 5 seconds

A/N: Since I’ve been kinda having to get back into the groove of writing, the process of making this was rough. But, now I’m actually pretty happy with it! I hope y’all enjoy, and don’t remember to check out the Google form below if you want to influence the story ;)

Ever since you had gotten it for your seventeenth birthday you had always likened your old Jeep to some sleepy great cat. It never seemed to start just right, sometimes taking you several tries to get it coughing to life. If you didn’t know it was an inanimate object, you would’ve thought that it was put upon by having to actually fulfill its purpose, preferring to be left to collect dust, sitting in a random parking structure. It certainly seemed like a cat now, the purr of its engine vibrating through the hood and into your legs as you wound your way through the meandering mountain roads.

The tinny sound of the radio was your only company within the car, but you certainly weren’t complaining as you hummed along to the classic rock spewing out of your speakers. Or- speaker, singular. The Jeep was supposed to have two, but after a certain unfortunate incident featuring some poor decision-making and a pack of Redbull, the one built into the console was the only thing that was left working.

Something about long drives had always been therapeutic to you. Perhaps it was memories of spontaneous road trips with your friends, echoes of laughter as they talked or fought amongst themselves for snacks whispering against the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the meditative calm that settled over you as you allowed yourself to slip into the familiar motions of the vehicle around you.

Sighing, you took a hand off the wheel to roll down the window an inch or two, allowing the wind to caress your face and play gently with your hair. Privately, you grinned, feeling an odd mix of anticipation and excitement stir in your gut.

Summer had come, and with it, new life.

Flowers burst and bloomed into glory, turning their delicate faces to the light. A laughing breeze swept through the valley, rousing cardinals and goldfinches from their nests and sending bright wings racing through the treetops.

The air was filled with the gentle sounds of wildlife as they called out to one another, the chirping of the birds, the singing of the insects, the gentle pull and sway of the conifers. Every breath was filled with the sharp sticky-ness of pine sap and the spicy smell of decaying leaf litter, a myriad of scents both familiar and foreign.

Overhead, the sun perched high in the sky over the mountain range, chasing the clouds in an endless race towards the horizon line. It had long since burned through the fog that blanketed the mountain foot in early morning, casting away the gloom and imbuing everything it touched with decadent irreverence.

If you were being honest, applying for a job at a summer camp was probably the last thing you would ever think to do. You had thought your babysitting days and time volunteering to chaperone kids at whatever school event were far behind you, what with finally enrolling in college and being focused on your degree.

Of course, that wasn’t to say you hated children. No- sometimes they could be really, really fun. You were just never able to imagine yourself in a profession like that, having to corral some twenty-or-so miniature bundles of chaos while simultaneously being subjected to little grubby hands and seemingly endless reservoirs of questions. It wasn’t you, but it seems that it’s true what they say: desperate times, desperate measures.

You weren’t proud of it, but the first time you had overheard your dormmates talking about Camp Hermity, you thought it was some kind of weird nudist art commune. Which was weird, because why would college students be concerned with those kinds of things?

Never mind. Don’t answer that.

The burn of embarrassment when you finally learned that it was a summer camp of all things was nearly enough to consume you whole; that is, if you hadn’t been immediately curious about it. Since you had moved nearly halfway across the country to attend college, you had been fascinated with the local culture. Everything from student life to the dynamics of the sprawling town that had popped up around it was so, so different from home, and you found yourself craving the sense of home that the locals had.

You remember how one of your friends had laughed when you brought it up, their face setting alight with a wistful sort of fondness. They had grinned at you, patting your shoulder and expressing their sympathies that you had never had the opportunity to go.

“That place had to have at least a little bit of magic in it,” they had mused, eyes glossy and glazed over. It was like they were looking through you, at something time had tinted rose.

“Nobody I ever knew came back the same after they had spent a summer at camp. It was the good kind of different, y’know? The kind that makes you remember to smile.”

It might’ve been the way that they had spoken about it, or the nostalgia that dripped from every word, but it had found a permanent place in your memory- more permanent than anything you had actually learned in college. Maybe that was why you were here, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, driving on cracked asphalt that had seen better days, going to a place where getting abducted by aliens was more plausible than getting a cell signal.

Still, despite your uncertainty, despite whatever reservations you might’ve had, you were calm as you finally pulled into a weedy gravel lane- more of a cut through than any established roadway. Your car lurched forwards as your front tires sunk onto loose rock, and you clutched your steering wheel until your knuckles ached, cursing softly under your breath.

Logically, you knew that it was fine. Your father didn’t buy you a Jeep for nothing. You were his little adventurer, a child who would disappear the moment anyone took their eyes off you, only for you to be halfway to Antarctica by the time they turned back, no matter if they’d been distracted for a minute or only a second. He had always told you that somehow, some way, you were going to stray into rough terrain at some point in your life. That didn’t mean it made you any less nervous as the car protested beneath where your feet rested on the pedals, and you winced apologetically.

“Sorry baby,” you murmured to yourself, drumming anxious fingers against the wheel. “We’re almost there. Don’t stall on me.”

Thick bluffs of spruce and pine trees almost seemed to arch towards you, ushering you deeper into the valley. This was deep, very deep forest, and the sound of your Jeep crunching through gravel echoed through the hushed glen. Stray branches blotted out the sun, dappling light and shadow across the windshield and forced you to squint.

It wasn’t long before you broke through the trees, left blinking and dazed as the harsh gleam of the sun returned to assault your eyes. The woods parted around you to reveal a large clearing filled with buildings of all shapes and sizes, clustered several yards from where the underbrush began.

For what you thought was a plain, straight-up-the-middle summer camp, the place was genuinely nice.

Rolling fields of strawberry-scented grass blanketed the rolling hills of the campsite, interspersed with clumps of young pine trees and barely-tamed shrubbery. Wildflowers dotted the landscape with minuscule points of buttery yellow, violet, and pristine white. It was hard to see them from your path of travel, and if you squinted just right, you kind of thought they looked like the brushstrokes in a Seurat painting.

The air was tinged with the scent of fresh soil and something more pungent, wet but musky. A quick glance ahead and you soon found the source: the gleam of water through a thin treeline.

Passing under a simple wooden archway, you glanced up to read the sign swaying gently in the breeze. It was simple, but effective: the words ‘Camp Hermity’ stamped across its face in bold font. The letters were visibly worn, chipped with age, but you didn’t have time to truly inspect them before the whole thing was gone and behind you.

Well, if there was any doubt that you had gotten lost, that would’ve put your worries to rest.

Buildings rose up from the earth all around you, growing more and more frequent as you approached a hill that rose above everything else; a hill that you, coincidentally, were headed directly towards.

A log cabin that looked like it had come directly off the pages of The Call of The Wild crowned its peak- the largest of the structures you had seen. It was probably somewhere around three stories tall, standing sentry on top of a hill that overlooked the entire campsite. The afternoon light bathed it in warm orangey-red hues, bringing out the brightness and the wood, and offsetting the slate gray tiles that covered its gabled roof.

A circular driveway carved through the space in front of it, and that was where you decided to park, feeling the rumble of the engine cut out as you pulled the keys from the ignition. You scooted over on your seat, leaning up against the door to open it, but cursed under your breath when you realized you had forgotten to roll the window back up.

For a moment you hesitated. Did you really need to restart the car and fix it? You were far from any towns, and you weren’t dumb enough to pack any valuables that wouldn’t be on your person throughout this entire venture.

Glancing up for a moment, your eyes caught on a massive wasp that was currently making itself at home on your mounted side mirror, crawling up and over the casing like it owned the place. After a moment, it seemed to lose interest, and it flitted back off into whatever hellhole it had crawled out from, buzzing lazily through the air without a worry.

Actually, you know what? Screw that.

You didn’t notice the heavy crunch of footsteps outside as you hastily went through the motions of switching the car back on, nor the shadow that passed around your back window as someone carefully looped around the Jeep. It was only when you were already halfway out the door that you noticed anybody was there at all, and you couldn’t help the strangled gasp that tore itself out of your throat, flinching hard at the unexpected sight of the person leaning against your passenger door.

“God-” you started, stumbling a step back as you waited for your heart rate to return to a normal speed. “Dude! You scared the shit out of me!”

He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re lucky that the kids weren’t around to hear that. What would their parents say if they picked up naughty words like that?”

Mortified, you felt your cheeks heat up, and you unconsciously fanned a hand across the bridge of your nose. “Oh. Uh, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright! None of them will be here until later,” he waved your apology off with ease, pushing himself up into a stand. “Besides, I should be saying sorry to you for the scare. I didn’t mean to.”

He extended a hand. “I’m Xisuma, the unit head.”

The first thing you noticed about Xisuma were the thick callouses that covered his palms and fingers, obviously hardened from years of wear, and how his hand almost engulfed yours as you shook it.

The man himself wasn’t extremely muscular, nowhere near as monstrous as those bodybuilders you’d seen before in magazines and television. No- he much more reminded you of a runner, or a gymnast, with broad shoulders and a slimmer build. Wiry muscles rippled under pale skin as he let go of your hand and stepped back, easily crossing his arms over his chest.

The next thing that caught your attention was his eyes. They were dark blue, almost black, teetering between being engulfed in shadow or sucking up the light around them in an approximation of an event horizon. The longer you looked, the more you thought that you might be ensnared as well.

His face was as rugged as his hands, with dark stubble covering his jawline and cheeks, and heavy eyebrows. His nose was crooked, almost as though it had been broken once or twice, and coated with a light dusting of freckles. If you l squinted, you could see the remnants of old scars littered about his features, faded until they were barely distinguishable from his regular skin tone.

After a moment you managed to tear your gaze away, feeling the air catch in your throat as you let out a sound somewhere between an awkward laugh and a choke.

You hadn’t thought much about what your colleagues would be like, in terms of their looks, but suddenly being faced with the reality… well, damn. Xisuma was surprisingly, unequivocally, objectively hot.

“Ah, well, it’s- it’s nice to meet you,” you tried, grinning a little awkwardly. “I’m one of the counselors?”

Xisuma quirked an eyebrow. “Are you telling me, or are you asking me?”

He laughed at your spluttering, unhooking a clipboard from his side and twirling a pen into his fingers in one smooth, practiced motion. “Alright, I was just messin’ with you. I know who you are, you’re the last person to arrive.”

“Oh.”

You weren’t quite sure how to approach that. On one hand, it was good that he knew that you were actually working there and not, like, a lot tourist or something. On the other, though- he said you were late. Was that a subtle dig? Was he just being blunt? You had never been the best at reading people’s tone, and it was only exacerbated by the fact that you had met him literally less than five minutes ago.

Oblivious to your internal turmoil, Xisuma scribbled something down on his clipboard, glancing up at you every few seconds. His face was unreadable, but there was a noticeable gleam in his eyes- something akin to intrigue.

“Alright,” he said, seemingly finished with whatever he was doing. He slid the clipboard back onto his side, giving you a slight grin. “Let’s get you to the big house. We can check you in, get you your stuff, and tell you all the basics. After that I can help you get your car to one of the designated parking spots for staff.”

“Right. Can’t have random cars blocking the drop-off, I guess.”

He blinked, and for a moment, that inscrutable look crossed his face again. “I knew you were a clever one.”

O-kay. We are just going to ignore whatever that was.

You let Xisuma lead you into the big house. He held the door for you, the wooden steps groaning under your feet as you stepped through and into what you assumed was the lobby. A thick knitted rug took up the majority of the paneled floor, spanning nearly the entire room save for where the front desk.

The counters were covered with papers, pens- all sorts of clutter. A forgotten coffee mug with a chicken on it stood to the side of a computer, which had little origami cranes lined up on top of the monitor. Neon sticky notes screamed for your attention, the handwriting of many different people stark against their surfaces.

Everything screamed that this was a workplace that was lived-in, cherished, and you couldn’t help but relax as you took everything in with a wondering gaze.

“Alright!” Xisuma said, bringing your attention back to him as he rounded the desk and plopped into one of the many office chairs behind it. “Let’s get you set up, shall we?”

Casting one more glance about the room, you wandered closer, propping your arms up on the counter and leaning over so you could peer at the computer screen. Watching his cursor swing around to the sign-in box, a thought suddenly occurred to you.

“Didn’t you say that I was the last one to arrive? Where are the others?”

His gaze darted over to you. “I set them loose, so they’re probably wandering around camp. Hopefully they haven’t destroyed anything, but that’s more of a foolish prayer than anything else. Joe doesn’t get paid enough for all the stuff they break.”

Snorting, you propped your cheek in one hand. “‘Sounds like you know them well.”

“A little too well,” Xisuma sighed, although there was a wry twist to the corner of his mouth. You had to forcibly remind yourself not to stare. “But anyways, I’ve just had a look at your employee file here and it’s all good. You just need to sign these and I can give you the whole spiel.”

He smirked, then. “You’ll meet them soon enough, don’t you worry.”

You took the pen he offered you with a slight smile, your eyes flickering towards the dense pages text that had been printed out for you. Sighing through your nose, you skimmed the paragraphs as carefully as you could. You had been given a digital copy to review as soon as your application had been accepted, just so you had more time to look through it, but you could never be too careful with these kinds of things.

“You’ve worked at a camp before, right?”

Startling slightly at the sudden comment, you blinked up at Xisuma. “Uh, yeah? I was a junior counselor in high school for a couple years.”

He ducked under the table, fumbling with something for a few moments before emerging, his brown hair noticeably messier than it had been before. “Good, that’s- that’s good. Ah… how do you feel like managing an entire cabin by yourself?”

“What.”

Xisuma chuckled awkwardly, pushing a big mass of what you now recognized as a lanyard, clipboard, and binder towards you across the counter. “There were some issues with staffing, so you’re going to have to manage one of the cabin by yourself. I personally don’t think you’d have any trouble with it, based on your track record and the stellar opinion your previous employers had of you…”

He winced at your expression. “But the other counselors would be glad to help out here and there if you needed it!”

You gave him a deadpan stare before signing the papers with a flourish. “Xisuma. X. Ex-eye-sooma. You only thought to tell me that now? Like, right now? On the day of camp starting?”

A snort escaped him, and he pressed a hand to his mouth to hide his smile. The professional facade cracked and melted, giving way to amusement. He softened, though, as he watched how you fidgeted with the corners of the paper in your hands.

“You’re certified in both AED usage and CPR, correct?”

Reluctantly, you nodded.

“You’ve worked with children before, in environments similar to this camp?”

Again, a nod.

“You’re comfortable with handling around twenty children?”

“I mean, I guess?”

Xisuma nodded. “Then I don’t see a problem with this. Besides, I’m fairly certain that most camps have group sizes that are usually larger than sixteen children per cabin. You’ll do fine.”

Grabbing the supplies he had slid forward, you huffed, ignoring the urge to roll your eyes. However, a small spark of relief ignited in your chest, soothing the worries that had been agitated by his admission. This was… fine. This was manageable.

He tilted his head, dark hair shifting over his face. A smile still played on his lips, and his dark gaze gleamed as you slung the lanyard over your neck. There was a softness to his eyes, though- that same curiosity you had glimpsed earlier.

Well, it would be manageable if you would stop having heart palpitations because your unit head literally just looked at you. Seriously- it was kind of getting embarrassing at this point.

“Well, I look forward to working with you,” you tried for a grin, hoping that everything your friend had said about was true, and that you weren’t going to have a life-altering experience of a bad kind.

The heavy weight of Xisuma’s stare seemed to burn right through you. “Likewise. I have the feeling that the next two weeks are going to be very interesting with you around.”

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gremlinwithakeyboard · 7 months

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random rant about a post I saw earlier saying bee and wasp stings don't hurt

My only experience being stung by something was when I was like 7 and despite knowing that bees and wasps liked to live in bamboo tubes stuck my finger down there like the dumbass I was anyway. And let me tell you that shit really fucking hurt. I woke up in the middle of the night unable to sleep because of how much pain I was in. It was not just a couple hours and it's done type deal. So I hope it is at least somewhat understandable that when I have no idea what the hell stung me there I just really don't want to get stung like that again, so I don't really like wasps.

Idk I guess it's a similar thing to why it irks me when people say you shouldn't be so afraid of needles because they don't hurt. Some people get more pain from stuff than others and I happen to be in the camp who ends up in pain from stuff that normally wouldn't hurt someone. Also like with needles I get I shouldn't be afraid of them and need to work on not screaming and fleeing the area, but my only memories of both needles and stinging insects are of a whole lot of pain so please come up with a better reason than "they don't hurt that bad".

#dashboard commentary #from earlier #I don't want to kill the wasps I just want to never run into one ever #needle mention tw

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