#dear pillbug

[dearpillbug]

🫀!

#dear pillbug #🤰 #👶 #🌈👶 #I'm not crying you're crying

[chihirolovebot]

Phys talent literally acts the same as Miu couldn’t kokichi have asked her to build more stuff for him too?

ostensibly yes but ouma rly doesnt want phys knowing more than he wants them to. if he asked them 'hey can you make me a remote that can hijack any electrical object' they wouldnt just say yes like iruma did, they would ask a thousand questions and wouldnt do it until they were satisfied he wasnt lying to them and they'd probably figure out more of his plan than he wants them to

#and phys DID make him something #the pillbugs that either absorb or imbue electricity #dear venus.

[saltyground]

Split Enz - Tim and Neil Finn

#it's neil day #happy birthday dear little pillbug :) #is that a weird term of endearment? idk i've just downloaded like 140 oils photos do i look like someone with a braincell left to spare? #neil finn #tim finn #split enz

[continuousmeowing]

HELL YEAH AROMANTIC FRIDAY!!!! THE WORLD ALWAYS NEEDS MORE AROMANTIC CHARACTERS WHO ARE WEIRD AS FUCK !!!!!!

#claude listens to hello from the hallowoods #i want to put friday in a little plastic bug catcher and watch her like a first grader watching a pillbug #shes so dear to me....what a character

[sleepingdeath-light]

neighbour in need ; wally darling

requested by ; an ao3 user

word count ; 1074

content ; sensory overload, casual comfort, echolalia/vocal stims

fandom ; welcome home

pairing ; wally darling x gender neutral autistic reader

note ; struggled a lot with writing this one, particularly with portraying the issues with sensory overload as, whilst i do experience overstimulation myself, it’s not something i’ve ever written for until now. so that aspect might be a tad shaky — apologies if that’s the case.

warning(s) ; brief (italicised and crossed out) references to the horror-based origins of the canon — watching/being watched at all times and having an audience the characters can’t see

read also on ; ao3

You shouldn't have come here, you should have listened to your gut and stayed home where it was quiet and calm and safe. Where you didn't have to be subjected to music so loud it drowned out your thoughts and food so crackly and obscene that it made your hair stand on end as it was eaten by the other guests. Where the chairs were just soft enough and not scratchy to the point that you felt like tearing your skin off and where you could easily flee and hide in the comfort of your own room without the fear of judgement. Where you could control what was going on rather than just being a bystander.

Of course you weren't upset at Julie for including you, she was a dear friend after all and it was hardly her fault that things got a bit out of hand, but you wished that for once the neighbourhood gatherings could be held in a quieter manner. One without raucous laughter and booming records and squeaky recliners and conversations that had to turn into shouting matches in order for anybody to be heard over all of the other noise. It was a cacophony: painful, overwhelming, overstimulating and out of tune. Even the music on the vinyl kept skipping and scratching for all of the damage the track had sustained over the many years of use.

It was all just... too much.

Before long it had overwhelmed you so deeply that you couldn't even will yourself to move — you could barely think, even. Mind fogged and staticky and filled with noise, noise, noise so loud that your thoughts morphed from words to whispers to nothing in your own head. Too blank to think of any proper solution as you defaulted to curling in on yourself: clamping your hands over your ears so tightly that your wrists were starting to tremble, ducking your head between your knees and almost melting into Julie's hot pink loveseat — the other guests far too caught up in their games and conversations and arguments to even realise what was happening.

All except one.

————

Wally Darling had been keeping an eye on you since you stepped through Julie’s front door — meaning to compliment you on your funky new outfit before Barnaby dragged him into a discussion about apples and oranges that he just had to participate in. So the moment you started curling up like a disco-themed pillbug, he began to politely excuse himself from the argument with the excuse of needing to get some air.

Now, of course, that was a bit of a white lie (one which he didn’t feel good about using), but he let himself off about it as he made quick work of sneaking through the crowd and approaching your little corner of the party.

‘Hey neighbour, is everything okay?’ He asked, squatting down slightly so that he could get a look at your face through the small gap between your legs. When he didn’t get a response after just shy of a minute, Wally continued. ‘I was just about to go on a short walk outside where it’s nice and cold and quiet, do you want to join me?’

And then you gave him a nod — small and brief and barely noticeable, but that was all the encouragement he needed to gently grasp your hand and lead you outside. Well, lead you outside after giving you a couple of moments to get out of your awkward sitting position.

But a success is a success no matter how much time it takes to get there, Wally reasoned to himself, so he didn’t much mind the extra wait (and, by a wonderful happenstance, it took you to the end of his favourite ABBA song which he was quite appreciative of).

————

Every step you took away from Julie's home lessened the tension in your body more and more — muscles relaxing and breathing getting easier as you traversed the winding gravel pathway into the centre of your neighbourhood. Static flowed out of your mind like syrup from a tap (gradually but without issue) at the same time that that ungodly ringing left your aching ears. It was relieving, freeing even, and you could feel yourself starting to feel present and grounded again for the first time in hours.

It was just so peaceful, so far removed from where you were before, that you couldn't help but relax. Hell, between the rustling of leaves and the chirping of local birds you were able to find your voice again — repeating the calls of loons and sandpipers beneath your breath and humming in the back of your throat as you half-listened to what your short neighbour was saying (you thought you heard him talking about apples or something like that but you couldn't really be certain).

Though, thankfully, Wally seemed to understand that you weren't in much of a mood for talking — he always seemed to know these things somehow — and continued to just absentmindedly fill you in on his day whilst he walked with you, hand-in-hand, back to your home.

'... and then, neighbour, you won't believe what he said. He said that apples don't even taste that good — can you believe it?' you hummed and he nodded in an almost solemn way, blue hair bouncing dramatically up and down in the corner of your eye as he moved, before he continued. 'I couldn't either. Honestly I was at a loss for words, I guess that some people just can't appreciate good food...'

And he trailed off once again, going on a tangent about Barnaby and Howdy and the various food related shenanigans he'd involved himself in earlier that week which was, naturally, equal parts ridiculous and amusing as he recalled each incident to you. Some particularly vivid images even coaxing some brief bouts of laughter from you as you stumbled and skipped and walked further down that winding path home — one image of note including an upside down Wally, two armfuls' worth of apples, and a very unhappy Howdy who had caught him in the middle of this particular act of theft.

So you laughed and he chuckled (and you could have sworn you heard raucous, child-like shrieks of joy emanating from beyond the forest line) and you walked all the way back home — thankful, as always, that your dear neighbour was (always watching) always there to lend a hand.

He really was the absolute most!

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #autistic reader #fluff #fluff fic #welcome home fluff #welcome home x reader #wally darling fluff #wally darling x reader

[dayraiser]

listen jedtavius nation i know we love the melodramatic roman octavius who waxes poetic about jed at any given opportunity and emotionally constipated jedediah who is so bad with words that he just goes "hrbghbsf!!!!!!! i!!!! i love he!!!!!! when octy does!!!! does the thing!!!!!"

but have we considered melodramatic roman octavius who can absolutely bust out the longest speech ever about anything else but when it comes to jedediah? sputtering, blushy mess

and what about a jedediah that really can't quite put words to his thoughts or feelings for anything else but when it comes to octavius? hoo boy sit down lad cus youre in for it.

like, look:

Nicky (kid): Jed, how did you know you like, /liked/ Octavius?

Jedediah: Same as I know that the sun's gon' set tomorrow, boy! I'll tell ya now, I ain't never felt nothin' like it before... When he turns and notices me there and his expression changes from this stern glare that's cold and hard like steel to this softer look that feels like a warm blanket on a cold night, or, or like how a good whiskey settles in yer stomach. Then, he calls out to me, and- and, listen, kid- it's like being beckoned to by the sun itself, ya know? I can't quite look at 'im head on, 'cus if I do I feel like I might just burn up and die, seein' all that beauty all at once. I'd die a happy man, though, lemme tell ya...

Nicky:

Nicky: That's cool! A boy gave me a cool rock yesterday and that's why I asked

juxtaposed with

Lancelot: I'm curious, what /do/ you see in that little smelly cowstead?

Octavius: I.

Octavius: Um. He...

Octavius, rapidly shutting down, face extremely flushed: He... hrhgjjhhh..... //////// ;;;;;;;; he.... he make me;;;;;; the warm and the///////// the fuzzy.... hshdhwhdhwkfhjed !!!!! /////////////;;;;;; (curls up into a ball like a pillbug)

Lancelot: Oh dear. Nightguard! I appear to have broken Octavius!

#night at the museum #natm #jedediah smith #octavius gaius #jedtavius #octavius natm #diem says things tag #lancelot proceeds to get pelted with tiny rocks and arrows from angry romans and cowboys #every time octavius gets like that he turns bright red and cant put together a proper sentence until he calms down #very inconvenient

[stagbells]

Written Works

From: @porkcracker

To: @peridots-pixiwolf

Note: I hope you like it and happy holidays and happy new year.

Written work under readmore

(Drive version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zewlR3qA-rj8FGeT6qVsRfFRqffEGqq0Zc16_-vczCA/edit)

The dream realm was quiet. The warm golden light dipped everything into a yellow hue. She knew that there wasn't really any sensation in the dream realm, or at least none she herself would be able to feel, but nonetheless, it felt warm and comfortable like a hug. Oh, how long had it been since she had last received or given one? It was unclear to her, but she fully knew who it had been that she had hugged. 

Precious little Quirrel, her dear assistant. Even after so long, she missed him, and knowing he didn't remember her didn't change that. 

Her musing was interrupted by a change. At first, she couldn't immediately pinpoint what exactly had changed, but then something—or rather, someone—sat down next to her. 

The dark red and black contrasted well with the light golden aura of this part of the dream realm. It surprised her, but she didn't protest. It wasn't the first time that Grimm had appeared, but usually the other Dreamer were nearby. "Lord Grimm." She greeted, not turning away from the view as she did so. 

There wasn't a reply for a little while, during which both Dreamer and Higher Being simply sat next to each other in comfortable silence. 

A light breeze made the tall grass move back and forth as they looked out at the rest of the realm. "Would you like to know what happened to him?" The red being asked after they have decided to offer it to her. It didn't need clarification about whom they were talking about, but it still took her a moment to decide if she should take the offer. In the end, she caved in and nodded. 

"Please. I do wonder what happened to him." 

She cared too much about the little pillbug she had taken in as her student. Turning her head, she looked down at the Nightmare King seated next to her. 

While Grimm themself didn't turn towards her, they started to talk, and Monomon listened closely—perhaps the last time she would receive any news of her little assistant. 

"He returned to Hallownest, but you knew that, did you not, Professor? He met the vessel and seemed to like the amount of history left to uncover that can be found in the kingdom. The history calls to him, but he does not remember why yet. He has been distracted." Grimm sounded quite amused as they spoke the last part, which made Monomon curious. "Oho, how does that come?" 

Even in a state like this, she looked forward to the possibility of hearing gossip, especially if it went in the direction she assumed it would. 

The Nightmare King returned her look, a grin visible on their face. "He met a special being. An ant. A fighter. Not the smartest and quite reckless, but he is smitten nonetheless, it seems."

Now Monomon really couldn't stop her face from forming a smile behind her mask. That was great news, and she dearly hoped her former student and assistant would be happy with that ant. 

Tiso sneezed, rubbed his face, and frowned. He knew that someone somewhere was talking about him. 

"I told you to move closer to the fire. Your immune system is not yet recovered enough to keep you from getting quite sick if you don't take care." A by now familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts before he could even start to dwell longer on them. 

His antenna twitched as he looked up to see the pillbug that had been caring for him since he had found his injured body not far from their current resting spot. 

"It's not that. I am fine—great, even. A warrior does not need to sit that close to the fire. And as the best warrior around, Quirrel, that means me," he replied stoically, ignoring the twing of discomfort at the memory of his most recent loss, which had almost led to his death. 

Instead, his chest was bandaged where his chitin had cracked, as well as his leg, which too had taken most of the damage. His arm was set in a sling, and his shield was used more as a way to prop up the arm than as a weapon. By now, the rest of the injuries had mostly healed, but these had not yet fully recovered and probably would not for a while. 

And while this removed his ability to travel, fight, or move much in general, Tiso could admit that he didn't mind as much as he had with previous injuries. 

Perhaps it was the knowledge he had escaped death just barely, or perhaps- his musing was interrupted as another warm being settled down next to him. The ledge they had, or rather, Quirrel had put their camp under, was not very big, and thus they had to sit quite close together to both fit under it completely. 

Perhaps this was why he didn't mind as much, whispering a small traitorous voice inside his mind as he could feel heat rush into his face. To his luck, his hood still hid his face quite well from the outside world, and thus Quirrel would not notice the way he was embarrassing himself, just because the other was leaning against him as carefully as possible as not to irritate his glorious battle wounds. 

There was silence as the two companions simply sat next to each other and watched the flames of the small fire Quirrel had made to help keep the cold away. 

There was a click as the shield of Tiso met the floor, quickly followed by a weight coming to rest on Quirrel's shoulder. Behind his mask, the pillbug smiled, even as he fondly shook his head. The warrior could never admit to being tired, cold, or hungry, but in the short time they had spent together and while Tiso had been conscious, Quirrel had learned how to gently nudge him in the right direction. 

As he continued to think about himself and Tiso and what would happen once Tiso was completely healed again, Quirrel slowly drifted off.

As both bugs were deeply asleep, neither of them noticed the little ghost that clambered up to their ledge. Upon noticing both bugs were asleep, they watched for a bit before reaching inside themself and pulling out two wrapped little bags. Placing the bags down next to each other, they threw one last glance over their shoulder before jumping down. 

They still had others to visit before the night was over.

#stagbells #stagbells 2022 #written works #hollow knight #quirrel #tiso

[welcome-to-green-hills]

There's an episode of Sonic X where Tails finds a pillbug and wants to keep it because it can curl into a ball like Sonic, and I think that'd just be a cute scenario for the Wachowski bros to recreate

Awwww! I know exactly which Sonic X episode you’re referring to, my dear. That would be a very adorable scene to recreate❤️✨

#I… barely remember Sonic X. But I do remember that Tails LOVED Pillbugs #mystery anon #off topic #Inbox open

[saltycharacters]

hello! may i ask about the dear bug corner. ive been thinking about getting a dangomushi plush but i'm sensitive to textures and worried that theyre scratchy or might feel like they draw the moisture from my hands (lol its hard 2 describe). how do you find they feel? i hope u have an excellent day.

Honestly super happy to receive an ask like this, it makes me unironically ecstatic to know that not only you remember my bug corner but also that you'd come to me for advice,,, I'll do my best to help with ur descision of whether to get one or not :]

So the dangomushi pillbug plushes can actually come in two textures, depending on which kind you get. Most are the soft, short-fur type you can expect from plushes, but there's also shiny variations that come in this smooth, stiffer fabric to give it that mettalic sheen. I've got examples of both in different sizes, here you go:

[ID: A photograph of four cartoonish pillbug plushes, all in different sizes, resting on a white, dotted blanket. The two on the left are both blue, with the smaller one stacked on the big one, and with more prominent folds along their fabric. They are facing the two on the right, which are shiny and much smoother in apperance. The small golden one is balancing on the large silver onex and the both of them are also facing the blue pair. End ID]

[ID: A close-up photo of a blue, plush pillbug pencil case. It is simplified in design, with simple black eyes, a back divided by thread, and felt cut-out legs. A zipper lines its side A light-skinned hand is holding it up to the camera, over a white and dotted blanket. End ID]

For the softer ones, I'd say the fur on the back is relativley soft and itch-free, and is pleasant to the touch. It resembles most other short-haired plushes, although there is the smallest resemblance to velvet I can detect, which might be a bit bothersome depending on how you feel about that (i personally hate the feel of velvet, like I can barely bring myself to touch it, so maybe my sensitivity to it makes me feel it in other fabrics more. Idk. Regardless, feel free to take this part of the review lightly).

As for how it interacts with moisture, that part is hard for me to say. I understand what you mean but find it difficult to judge myself, cuz I have trouble noticing the moisture levels on my own hands and also dont spend as much time handling these plushes as I could be (I mostly keep them on a shelf in the corner of my room, hence the name Bug Corner). I think you will have to make your own guesstimate based on how you feel about other toys, what their fabrics/furs do and whether that would probably be applied to this line of plushes. If you want to back-and-fourth details to me to try and help you figure it out, my dms are always open :]

[ID: Two photos side-by-side of a hand gripping a metallic, silver pillbug plush. The plush is simplified in design, with back segments seperated by lines and with simple felt legs portruding from its side. The plush is shown to be mostly smooth, with the image on the left showing the folds that appear when pressing on the fabric. End ID]

As for the shiny pillbug plushes, these are completley furless (at least the back is) and smooth to the touch. The fabric is soft enough to cuddle but stiff enough to fold dramatically when pressed, so it's a fun sensory experience but that also heavily depends on preference. They can also get a little cold if left alone so there's that too.

[ID: Two photographs showing the underbelly of pillbug plushes. The bellies are shown to be smooth with very short fur, with the left plush having a light blue belly and the right having a grey belly. Light-skinned hands are shown holding the stuffed animals in postion, balincing them on a white blanket with grey spots. End ID]

Both types DO have the same short-furred stomachs, with the fur being even shorter than on the blue pillbugs. It's pretty soft (def not itchy), but also gives me hints of velvet so i kind of find it eh. Also, last note, both use the same felt cut-outs for the feet, so if you don't like the feel of felt then you should def keep this in mind when deciding.

[ID: A close up photograph of a light-skinned hand gripping a felt cut-out sown to a grey plush. The felt is cut into a row of half-circles, stretching along the plush in a line and representing multiple feet. In the backrgound one can make out a yellow and blue plush with similar felt feet. End ID]

Hope this helps! Feel free to shoot any other questions anytime, whether via ask or dm :]

#i will note that its getting harder and harder to get these. there use to be an online shop that sold these in the US but #theyve been on hiatus for over a year :[ with no mention of when they'll return #so most dangomushi pillbugs ive found to be on ebay. and most r the medium small size that my pencil pouch comes in #the metallic ones are even harder to find and those tend to be pretty small. like keychain sized (my gold one is an example of that) #so that can also play into ur decision #but i will say if absolute worst case u do get one and u dont like it. i am happy to idk trade or even pay to take it off ur hands #my bug corner is always accepting new members!! anyways ty for the ask hope it helps :]

[nompunhere]

fair point on your thing. I do suppose if she's restrained, she kind of can't do anything, and she also won't hurt her friends. But it's just... IDK, i always have the option of not reading it. I'm making a whole mess over nothing... On the subject of Hornet, I did think of a way to change up hotsprings hunger so it's not same sized. would you like that I rewrite it and send it to you?

this is true! if you don't like it, you don't have to read it! I write for myself! (but I post for validation guys please- /hj)

I still have the fic in my inbox (I never toss an ask unless it's completely outdated or unless it goes against my DNI). I'd be totally up for a version that isn't same-size. It's just. some of the descriptions in the original made me a little uncomfy, eheh (bug ain't know what pregananant is?? though tbf I think the egg equivalent is. worse)

but yeah! if you would like to write that, send it in and I'll probably post it. I'll get to the M/onomon and Q/uirrel one soon

I chose the group I did because it's the Gang. idk, they're the young adults of D/irtmouth or something (except Q/uirrelmon, who is not as young, but still a dear friend. and also the one to come up with the idea, so). L/emm's an old grump, but headcanon that he's not quite as old as he looks, and he got dragged in bc Q/uorl enjoys his company I will ship this pillbug with everyone and you cannOT STOP ME- (not all in the same timeline though. but l/emmq/uirrelt/iso? why not)

but basically yeah. I had the idea and I don't really see it changing, now that I've pretty much solidified the details. well. maybe T/amer..? nah, she'd never. ...well-! nahhhh I've already given T/iso enough of a bellyache.

he might get her someday, though.

#ask #hk vore #talking about my WIPs #vore ideas #hey since you send me so many asks do you want me to refer to you as something? #like 'writer anon' maybe idk

[shlno]

earlier today i was remembering the time a dear mutual who deactivated a while ago said i reminded them of pillbugs, then someone put isopod art on my dash and i saw a pillbug on my way back from work. i feel like the universe just did this to me.

#i hope they're doing well

[personalzombie-tv]

Josh my dear my beloved could you tag your pillbug posts as bugs or insects please. These bastards terrify me I'm sorry 😞

OH YEAH SORRY i just now got this i'll do that immediately i'm sorry

[hollowknightxreader]

How about a fluffy scenario with Quirrel post infection? Maybe with some cuddling ‘cause I’m a bastard for some sappy cuddling

A/N: Eee! first request! Apologies for such a late reply, but here we are! First post! (And honestly, who isn’t a bastard for sappy cuddling?)

Long had it been since the last vestiges of the infection’s dust settled over hallownest. The vile encasings of orange slime clinging to every edge and platform popped, leaving behind only empty sleeves like deflated balloons as a reminder of what they once were. The thick, sickly-sweet gas which filled the lungs of all who inhaled it expelled, leaving the air cleaned to a point where it was breathable again.

Many had been lost to the radiance’s light in those countless years of pain and loss. The uncountable number of souls trapped in their very graves before they could escape, sentenced to doom inside the places they might’ve once called home. The adventurers who trekked into the underbelly of a fallen kingdom, following the candied promises of legacy and gleaming treasure, only to never return again... Near every single one met their doom in that deathtrap of an underground.

You would’ve thought yourself to suffer the same fate if not for meeting Quirrel.

He was a peculiar bug, that was something you couldn’t deny, from the very first meeting in the small fading town of Dirtmouth, he had this sort of… air to him that drew your attention, so new and interesting compared to the rest of the town.

In fact, watching him descend into the depths of Hallownest stirred something in you, a curiosity to explore what had been right under your nose for all these years. By no means were you a skilled adventurer, oh, no, you were far from it, barely could you even defend yourself against the husks in the crossroads! Though… you still managed to hold your own against infected bugs, though. (Albeit you certainly did run away more than you would’ve cared to admit.)

It was all over, peace had finally been returned to Hallownest, at least… for now, people could relax.

For this exact reason is why you now lay nestled in the center of a nest of plush pillows and soft blankets. The soft, pale light of lumaflies from lanterns fixated to the ceiling washed over your shell. After the infection, 

To say he was a good partner would be to call that Zote bug harassing the townspeople of dirtmouth annoying. He helped all around the house, cleaning with you, hunting for food, giving you tips on cooking, Pale Ruler knew you needed it. What have you ever done to deserve him? You did not know. 

At the moment, Quirrel was out and about, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he had gone somewhere in the kingdom remains below, most likely to find something to do, such as dropping by the city of tears, or, well, you knew of how he would occasionally go into the fog canyon to reminisce of his-

An echoing creak of the front door interrupted your train of thought, taking your attention to the room’s entrance, eyes fixed to the doorway expectantly.

Just as anticipated, a bug walked through, your bug. His face lights up at the sight of you, eyes ever so slightly upturning with his smile growing to stretch ear to ear. In turn, you sit up straight and wave to him.

“Hello, dear!” Quirrel greeted chipperly, walking to your side to take a seat on one of the pillows.

“Hey, Quirrel-” You hummed a reply, “You’re back much earlier than usual.”

The pillbug takes a pause, leaning forward to press a quick peck to your forehead, “it would seem so.” The answer was breezy, light, a smile crept its way onto your face as he continued on, leaning far enough to his side that he would flop into the pillows, the only thing keeping his head up to face you being his hand, “I was missing you, love.”

Oh, that pure- softness in his voice, it pulled at your heartstrings, “I missed you, too-” You reached out to the side of his face, gently cupping it, “Did you find anything interesting today?” He shook his head, “Only the same rubble as the day before.” There was a muted sadness in those last few words, reminding you of those off chances when you joined him into the ruins, into the fog canyon. How he would watch the Uoma and Ooma, eyes full of hollowed nostalgia, something bittersweet. You could share those sentiments, he lost his Madam, his home, his memory, his teacher, his… his everything.

Quirrel must’ve noticed your expression falling, for he let out a light sigh and reached out to just barely trace up the bridge of your nose to your forehead, “Do not worry, my dear, I am okay, today was merely a tad bit dull.”

“Oh,” Letting out a sheepish laugh, you dropped your hand from his face, “Looks like I misread the mood.” “Perhaps just a little bit-” Quirrel chuckled, “Do not fret over it, it’s alright.” --------

Opening your mouth as you released a long, tired yawn and you stretched out your limbs, joints softly popping as you did so. You then curled back up into the pillows. “Tired?”

“Mm…” You rolled onto your side, facing your lover with eyes full of tiredness.

“I shall take that as a yes.” He reached over, bringing one of the blankets over your form. It was warm, cozy, impossibly so, as if the embodiment of sitting next to a fire wrapped itself around you. It was just what you needed to lull you further into sleeping, it was just too comfy to resist. The thick fabric shifted around you, and soon you faced the lighter carapace of your pillbug. Just as you were unable to resist the blanket’s comfort, you could not pass up the opportunity to move forward and rest against him, his arms finding their way around you, a hand holding the back of your head, his fingers curling and uncurling against your scalp in a gentle, relaxing motion.

Pale king, how he knew how to put you right to sleep.

He was too good, really, “What... did I do to deserve you…?” 

“My dear, what did I ever do to deserve you?” He responded, “Sleep, love, I’ll be here when you awake.”

“Mn… okay.” You mumbled, finally closed your eyes, the next few seconds easy to drift in, easy to fall into slumber while Quirrel hummed, the simple tune he buzzed, vibrating in his chest. It made it all so easy to fall asleep.

#Hollow knight x reader #hollow knight #hollow knight quirrel #Quirrel #x reader #reader insert #first post! #:D

[buglife]

Monomom and dadmaster.

A direct sequel to this part.

(Again no beta, srry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Mato sat at the fancily decorated table, sipping some rather strong alcohol. It’s only been about an hour and already he was being driven to drink. He glanced around himself to see the well dressed nobles, polished to a near shine as they practically tripped over themselves in an effort to talk to his child. Said child, a god of void and the literally ruler of Hallownest, looked like they wanted to break a window and escape. Their newly crowned partner, Quirrel, the Scholar King, looked ready to do the same. Mato could see the glint of chaos in those eyes behind the façade of politeness and decorum. The same look that usually dwelled in the depths of-

“Oh, hello Mato.” Came the even voice of Monomon. He spared her a glance as she floated over to join him at the table. “What a dreadful affair this is.”

“It was something they had to do.” Mato could only shrug in response, watching Ogrim forcibly pick up unruly nobles and setting them in a line. Poor Ogrim, it’s like herding school children but without the fun.

“Nonsense, your child is a god and the Ruler of this kingdom,” She paused a moment to glance at the alcohol he was sipping. She looked like she wanted to steal it. “Ghost could have forgone a royal ball entirely and just had the coronation be a private thing, like the wedding.”

“And you saw how well that went.” Mato countered as he took another sip. “They and Quirrel actually hid out with me in the Howling Cliffs until the collective whining went down to acceptable levels. Nobles complain less if they feel like they are a part of something.”

Monomon sighed. “Why do we even need those idiots?”

“Because not all of them are. There are quite a few that actually do their jobs.” Mato pointed out a couple that were sitting off to the sides, pointedly not mobbing the royal couple. “Jobs that Quirrel and Ghost don’t have to do and can focus on other things.”

“Well can’t we just...you know…” Monomon leaned in with a whisper. “Get rid of the useless ones.”

“Because unlike the Pale Bastard, Ghost recognizes that life is precious and shouldn’t be erased on a whim.” Mato barely repressed the shudder that boiled in his carapace.

Monomon just gently smiled. “I’m not suggesting my dear child-in-law outright murder them. But Deepness could use a few more ambassadors, right?”

“You mean target practice for Hornet and Herrah.”

She clapped her tentacles together in delight. “Yes! A win for both kingdoms!”

Mato shook his head, amused. “You know, I may be a Nailmaster and have slain many a terrible beast, but you still scare the hell out of me.”

“Good, that means you have more sense than most people. Especially the Pale King.”

This caught Mato’s attention, looking away from Ghost and Quirrel to focus on Monomon. “Oh, do tell.”

“I put the fear of a mother in him when he kicked my son across the room. This was when, oh, he was this little.” She made a shape with her tentacle to indicate a very small pillbug. “He rolled up because he couldn’t get out of the way in time and the bastard was not watching his feet.”

Mato sucked in a breath. “Oof, poor little guy.”

“At first he didn’t want to apologize. What was some simple bug to him? So what if they got kicked? So I told him exactly how I would make it so that they would never find any remains to mourn if he did not apologize and make it up to Quirrel.”

“Did he?” That sure did sound like the bastard. He had no issues sacrificing hundreds of his own children to the abyss, what’s one kicked child to him?

“He did, he had a servant take Quirrel to the royal bakery and get a box of whatever he chose.” Monomon looked pleased with herself, a dangerous aura about her as she recanted her tale. “He was quite happy to accept such an apology, the dear little boy.”

“He is, I can see how he captured Ghost’s heart.” Mato sighed wistfully. “They make a great pair.”

“They do.” Monomon was content to sit for a moment, watching said pair as they dealt with the increasing hoard of nobles.

Ghost looked at Mato, and Quirrel looked at Monomon. Both flashed a quick, almost unnoticeable sign as they went back to feign interest in whatever was being yammered at them.

“Well, that’s my cue.” Mato stood, letting his glass sit and hefting his great nail over his shoulder.

“Mine as well.” Monomon gracefully took to the air again, tucking in the chair she had been sitting on.

“What do you got planned?” Mato asked in interest, watching the windows.

“I planted a few bombs, you?”

“My brothers and I are going to cause some trouble.” Mato winked.

The glass in two windows dramatically broke as both Paintmaster Sheo and Nailmaster Oro sailed through, glass glittering in the air as they descended. They landed in the middle of the stunned crowd, sending a few of the mob flying up and out of the way. They both struck their traditional poses, shrieking a war cry that sent most still standing nobles to the ground.

It was then a few explosions ripped through the ballroom. Punch bowls exploded and drenched those around them and the delicately arranged hor d'oeuvres went sailing like missiles. Nobles screamed and ran, blinded by tiny sandwiches and rings of veggies.

“TRIAL BY COMBAT.” Shouted Oro, drawing his great nail and diving at one of the nail carrying nobles. They screamed in fear and struggled to run, completely forgetting that they too were armed as Oro chased them.

“TRAIL BY COMBAT.” Sheo and Mato echoed, picking a target and diving into the crowd. Witnesses in the room watched as cowardly nobles climbed over themselves to escape out the windows. A few more explosions ripped apart the arranged flowers, setting a storm of flower petals dancing as the nailmasters assaulted the guests. Sheo, haven given up his nail, instead painted lovely little masterpieces on the fleeing bugs. It was beautiful chaos.

Ghost and Quirrel held on to each other, laughing to the point of tears. The more sane nobles, the ones who actually got things done, was treated to the sight of their rulers collapsing in laughter as their family terrorized the less than brave individuals. Ghost and Quirrel’s friends were equally in tears, such chaos is one to be savored, and it had single handedly saved the day from boredom.

“Hells yeah!” Tiso yelled, raising a glass messily as he and their friends watched five nobles get stuck in the doorway. Oro had risen their nail and angled the flat edge, ready to smack them loose. “Now THIS is a party!”

That coronation would forever go down in history.

#Hollow knight #fanfic #monomon the teacher #nailmaster mato #nailmaster oro #paintmaster sheo #ghost #quirrel #tiso #quirrel/ghost monomom au #tiny scholar au #dadmaster mato #terra lumina canon #DO NOT LET MATO AND MONOMON BE TOGETHER IN ONE PLACE #CHAOS HAPPENS #ruler ghost #king quirrel #lets chase out all the annoying people so we can have a proper party #there are nobles who actually do work #the ones chased out where the idiots #hollow-kin #orgim #terra lumina

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monomom/quirrel, 23. [x]

...something for that one anon that sent me in a request on my reblog account because, well, I like having any excuse to write/draw more anyhow.

Within the archives lingered a pacing pillbug and an ever watchful teacher, the room clear of the more gelatinous creations and better suited as a blank space suited specifically for being aimless and… blank, for a lack of better words. Save for the text scrolling like a blur through the tubes and the light they emit, that is. His features scrunched into a frown, Quirrel would squint and pull the parchment closer, then away, head cocking to the side with a strangled sound of confusion. He was one of the few that could read her strange handwriting (when she wasn't caring to be formal) by now. But...

"He had chair-ished... cherished, it…" How many times had he repeated this by now? Every time he had done so, he would look up to see if she would say anything, but she merely waited patiently as she always had in their little exercises. There were three lines of the same words, the same combination of sentences. It can’t be said that there was nothing unique about them; she wouldn’t give him an exercise like that—well. Not. Not normally. Finally, he would concede by sitting down with the shake of his head. "I don't see a difference?"

"Ah! You would be partially correct in your observations, then." 

"...Hm?"

With the grace of a curtsy, Monomon would lower herself and imitate a seating position, bell pooling outwards with folding tendrils underneath outstretching, curling around him in a circle. She pointed to the words. "It looks the same on paper," she hummed, "and yet it can sound different when you speak them to life. Emphasis is an interesting matter, young scholar. The situation when it is spoken, the background behind it, any underlying implications…" Her words blurred with the tilt of her head.

"He," she featherlight pressed his chest. "He had cherished it might imply that no one else had done the same."

Quirrel rested his hands over the end of her tendril and tapped it thoughtfully. "Had is in the past. So if it was… he had then… he doesn't anymore?" His eyes would smile as she bubbled and glowed with content, the cool press of her touch being rested across the chitin of his legs. But, he'd be pulled away in his musing again as he eyed the parchments. Ran through the rest of the words in silence, truly thought about them, and paused. "What does cherished mean?"

She had encircled him further and lifted him up higher this time, making sure to bring the papers up and within reach. Her mask seemed to shine with amusement. “Many things. One being similar to love, and…” as she trailed off to explain, Quirrel would drum and stare at her. To protect and care for lovingly. Hold dear. Keep in mind... Gasping and opening his arms (with her quickly embracing him in a coil to ensure he would not fall), he’d cry out, “I get it!” and earn her gentle laughter. 

“But that is lots of meanings…” he deflated, resting into her more heavily with a sigh. He did not mind it, no, it just meant there were many more things he had to consider when using his words and likewise, hearing others speak.

"Are a lot of,” she corrected with a nod. “But yes. Language is a funny thing.”

"Can we make one ourselves?"

"Many if you so wanted to."

He closed his eyes. "I chairesh you, Mom." Held on tighter as he was brought closer to the cheek of her mask, his self trying to wrap around it as much as he can to show he meant it. (Too small to do so; too small and yet she deemed it more than enough since she knew how difficult it was for her to call her such a thing. Had he opened his eyes then, he would’ve seen just how brightly she shined out of joy.)

"And I cherish you, my Quirrel."

cut to later: at least ten different ciphers and little unique things literally only those two would understand.

have a bonus. it was only now I realize those were starters. ff. anyways that is all, I didn’t proof too hard and I got tired midway so that’s that

#[stains.txt] #[2021.zip] #[ specifically monomom and quirrel ^^ ]

[moon-spirit-yue]

I decided to break down Charanya’s backstory into two posts cause it’s a lot of info. This post will be about her life before the Druun and the day the apocalypse started. Also I thought it’d be cute to show what she’d look like as a child with her bangs. Again the artist is @baydews and the link is here: https://href.li/?https://picrew.me/image_maker/415524.

• Her parents split when she was young and always stayed with her mom so said mom and grandma raised her

• She has a very close relationship with both of them

• The relationship with her dad became very iffy when she was about 9. Her dad broke up with her mom for a Fang woman and had her half brother with that woman. Charanya holds no resentment towards her brother but doesn’t see him often because he lives with her dad in Fang while she stays in Heart

• Her dad did try to fight for Charanya to spend some time in Fang with him like most divorced parents do but his girlfriend threatened her mom multiple times so naturally her mom wasn’t comfortable with it

• Her relationship with her dad gets better later on because he does put in effort but it’s never quite the same as before

• She got her ears pierced when she was a few weeks old

• Charanya was bullied a lot by other kids because she was overweight and considered dumb because she didn’t do well in school at first

• She was also a very sensitive and shy kid

• When Charanya was 9 Raya stood up for her when she was getting picked on and they became the best of friends ever since

• Obviously since Charanya was bullied she didn’t really have any friends and Raya is the princess so all the other kids felt too intimidated to play with her. The lack of other friends caused them to have an inseparable bond

• Raya calls her Rayna for short and Charanya calls Raya dearest ray of sunshine

• The two really balanced each other out. Raya helped Charanya gain self confidence and convinced her to do things she wouldn’t usually do

• “C’mon Charanya just try it!” *tries it* “hey that was actually pretty fun! Let’s do it again!”

• Meanwhile Charanya helped Raya to relax and just enjoy life. She was also the voice of reason

• “Ranya I must touch that plant” “RAYA PLEASE THAT PLANT IS POISONOUS STAY AWAY FROM THERE-“

• Their parents were very happy that their little girls had a good friend to play. Benja was like a father to Charanya while Charanya’s mom was like a mother to Raya

• The two girls would cause so much chaos it was insane

• Their parents would try to be mad at them but they were really just happy the girls had a friend they had fun with

• She absolutely adores Tuk Tuk

• “Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me because of my pillbug” *kissing Tuk Tuk’s little nose while feeding him* “psh my dear ray of sunshine that’s absurd”

• When she was 11 she started doing really well in school and started reading books like crazy

• Turns out Charanya wasn’t dumb she literally just didn’t feel like it

• Also very spoilt. Her mom and grandma got her pretty much anything she wanted because she’s her mom’s only child

• Grandma cut her hair all the time and works at a hair salon

• Her mom managed money so Charanya knew all about how the economy worked at a young age

• When Raya told Charanya that the other lands were coming to try and become Kumandra again, she was terrified

• Considering the fact that she was incredibly introverted, Charanya wasn’t really living for the idea of meeting more people

• Raya pointed out that there was a chance that they could both make a new friend and seeing how happy Raya was about it she agreed

• Charanya was hiding behind her mom when they went out to meet people from the other lands

• Though she did meet Namaari, it was pretty brief. Charanya thought she would have more time to get to know her so after introducing herself she snuck off

• Where did she sneak off to exactly? She went to a pond that has sweets she hid from her mom under the rocks

• When the Druun came she was in the middle of snacking and in a panic she submerged herself in the water remembering that they hated it

• She isn’t a very strong swimmer so staying in the pond for so long as hard for her but she pulled through

• When the Druun left the first thing she did was look for her family and Raya

• When she saw her mom and grandma stand side by side turned to stone she burst into tears

• Raya found her there sobbing after a few minutes though it felt like hours

• For the longest time the girls just lied on the floor soaking wet with tears streaming down their faces

• Charanya asked what happened when they stopped crying and Raya told her everything

• She was about ready to skewer Namaari after what she put Raya through

• Raya told Charanya about the legend of Sisu and how she would go out looking for her

• Charanya supported Raya completely and never once doubted she could do it

• Charanya had her own job to do while Raya was tracking down Sisu which will be explained in the next part

• It was so hard for them to live in a world without their parents, but they had each other

• And that fact alone got them through their darkest hours

Taglist: @faithfulwarrior-og, @isitbussinjanelle, @tigerlillyruiz, @ratld-sideblog

#raya and the last dragon #namaari #raya of heart #raya x namaari #rayaari #namaari of fang #namaari x raya #ratld #ratld namaari #ratld raya #raya oc #Charanya #raya namaari #raya and namaari #disney raya #raya disney #raymaari #rayamaari