#i bring you grumpus

[flooftyfizzlebeans]

Theory on why we headcanon specific characters as trans more often than others, using the Fizzlebeans as evidence.

Identity based character arcs vs... other stuff based character arcs.

Warning this is EXTREMELY LONG

Starting by analyzing Floofty, as they are my expertise.

Floofty is a scientist with no help, no funding, and ambitious plans. They come across as cold and uncaring, when in reality much of their shortsightedness comes from caring too much. Not for those closest to them directly, of course. But the greater good, and grumpuskind as a whole.

Their previous line of work suggests that when they had more resources, they spent more time helping individuals. Making prosthetics is a HIGHLY variable process, each individual limb that needs one being EXTREMELY different, even on the same person. Therefore they would need to be attentive towards individuals by necessity, even when making scientific breakthroughs. I don't think they'd have amazing bedside manner but I only bring this up to stress that Floofty is capable and willing to care for others should the situation call for it. However, they probably don't feel like they can afford to care after the events that cost them.... everything.

I assume they got their awesome career position through work during school, proving themself academically in a way that their.... abrasive characteristics wouldn't interfere with. Now that they have nothing, they're trying to get it back the same way they got it, by proving themself through actions.... but who they are and how people perceive them is directly responsible for their lack of help on Snaktooth. Actually, who they are likely made it near impossible to rebuild their reputation when inevitably grumps will think they are either chopping test subjects up to make murder machines or a confidentiality liability. They think their work should speak for itself, and who they are shouldn't matter. (They might even believe that they don't matter. It's already clear that their work is worth more to them than their own life.)

Realizing what they mean to others, who they could be to them when they let go of the big picture importance, and how they can help like they so desperately want to is integral to saving them. Let them forget that they are in fact, a grumpus, the very thing they want to save, and they might as well become what they study. Bugsnax.

...

Snorpy, however, as I've stated, is pretty much the opposite. Where Floofty rejects themself, Snorpy protects himself.... prepare for a staggeringly less complete analysis thanks to Not Literally Being Snorpy. Snorpies and Snorpy experts in the notes please contribute.

Snorpy is an engineer whose inventions are held in great esteem in Snaxburg, and yet he believes the world is out to get him. (By the world I mean... the grumpinati) The grumpinati is, in fact, not out to get him, and it takes incredible amounts of jumping to conclusions fueled by intense fear for anyone to shrink their world that small.

It's implied by his previous work that he was previously much more capable of... interacting with the public? being seen? than he is now. Like I mentioned, constructing prosthetics requires a lot of individual time and care, and a lot of interacting with many different grumpuses. But now? He is driven by fear. I can't even blame him, he's clearly deeply traumatized. How would you feel if your life's work was taken and warped for something you found cruel and evil all while you still depended on them for your livelihood? And you already probably had some sort of anxiety disorder?

Moving on, he is actually able to work perfectly fine. In fact, nearly every grumpus is seen using something he invented at least once? Despite inventions like The Knife Shot and flammable tripwire moments he's well liked by the town and everyone trusts his work to... work. But he's so absorbed by his own perceptions that it's impossible for him to take praise or even socialize without suspicion.

Even the relationship he holds most dear, and integral to what we call "Snorpy" is up in the air for him. I can only imagine he didn't ask for clarification or confess to his romantic feelings towards Chandlo out of fear. Fear of what exactly I can't say, as it's probably every possible factor that that course of action would change.

And... well. His main problem is never solved. Shelda is right, he needs therapy. Extensive therapy. But... he still improves. Part of why he does all of this is to protect Chandlo, and hide all of this from him... but after fighting Daddy Cakelegs it becomes a lot more clear to Snorpy that Chandlo is trying to protect him and knows a lot more than he gives him credit for. He's a lot closer to and more equal to Snorpy. Snorpy doesn't have to spend and sacrifice every fiber of his being to the bugsnax to protect who he loves.

That being said, who he is has nothing to do with his character arc. He's Snorpy, he's a nerd, he is an engineer. None of this is brought into question. Floofty's very status of "grumpus" is called into question through their experiments. (on an esoteric level. kinda. bugsnax are weird.)

What they share is their interactions with other grumpuses and how important actually letting themselves connect with others is... but that's something Everyone shares at least a little.

How does this relate to transgender headcanons? Floofty's arc features their identity very heavily, and calling the identity of the self into question is extremely transgender. Sometimes the definition of transgender. At the very least, a part of the process. (everyone is different)

That's why I think Shelda, Chandlo, and Wiggle are so popular for trans headcanons despite not necessarily doing anything outside their gender's norms. Their arcs heavily have to do with who they are and how their actions reflect that. Gramble and Triffany have a little bit of this but I can't rule out their gender non-comformity as the reason.

Of course, everyone is transgender to at least one person in the fandom because there's nothing proving anyone is cis and this fandom is very very queer.

#bugsnax #soph talking bugsnax #floofty fizzlebean #snorpington fizzlebean #snorpy fizzlebean

[snorpdawg]

And Now, An Unnecessarily Long Post Guesstimating How Long The Events Of Bugsnax Took Place

TLDR: My best guess for how long Bugsnax transpires is either between a couple months at least or a year at most.

So here’s the thing. The reason I even did all this meticulous research was to answer a question someone had in a Discord server. I figured I should probably make my inane ramblings a public post as a means of archiving for future usage, so here I am.

Please keep in mind that these are all educated guesses. I have both researched in my own time and scoured the depths of the Bugsnax Wiki to try to put together a coherent explanation of my thoughts. So inevitably there will be things I've messed up on or left out altogether. Any feedback or additions are appreciated!

In addition, this post will contain spoilers for the events of Bugsnax. If you haven't already gone through the main story, I strongly advise you not to read onwards, so as not to spoil your playing experience.

With all that jargon out of the way, let’s dive in!

Let’s go over what we already know. It is established that the expedition team has been on Snaktooth Island for roughly a year. During “The Quake”, around the start of the climax, when the Grumpus pairs are talking amongst themselves, Triffany mentions that the expedition group “only made it a year [on Snaktooth Island]”. This can also be backed up in the flavor text for the Lovely Sweetiefly, where Eggabell mentions that Lizbert gave her a bouquet of Sweetieflies for their anniversary, implying that the team had been on the island long enough for it to be celebrated. During the Major Celebration, Chandlo mentions that he would’ve come back “weeks ago” if he knew Snaxburg threw parties like this. This implies the town disbanding was several weeks prior to the events of the game, presumably months given how quickly Snaxburg ran down when the inhabitants left.

Here’s where things err on the trickier side; the prologue. In it, two weeks prior to the events of the game, The Journalist watches a tape sent by Elizabert encouraging them to come to Snaktooth Island. This simple scene actually brings up a lot of plot holes. For starters, we can tell from the background (no buildings, Cromdo still setting up his Cromdo Mart sign) that this tape presumably was made in the early days of Snaxburg. Presumably a couple days or weeks after Tape #0 (in the DLC, at least). So it begs the question; how long did it take for the tape to get sent to the Journalist? It makes Filbo’s observation of the Journalist being “a bit late” a big understatement if it took them well over a year to receive the tape and travel to the island.

Supposedly, “a bit late” can refer to those two weeks before the games events to about three month. It’s established that the Journalist presenting the tape to Clumby and them arriving to Snaktooth took them two weeks. When arriving back to the mainlands, Snaktooth Island can be seen in the horizon at not too far a distance, meaning the Journalist took more time in preparation rather than the journey itself.

A big point of contention is the epilogue, where Clumby tells the Journalist that while they were missing, they were declared “legally dead”. This is where I hit a bit of a fork in the road in my research. When I searched for information about how long it takes for missing people to be declared legally dead, a lot of conflicting information came up. The most common estimates are about seven to ten years, which is inconsistent with the fact that the expedition had only been on the island for a year. Perhaps the Grumpuses have a different law system when it comes to missing Grumpuses? Your guess is as good as mine.

There also other smaller details that also raise more questions than answers. When the player enters Snaxburg for the first time, most of the buildings are empty and in poor condition, with wearing paint and decomposing structures. According to my research, it takes between five to ten years for paint to fade and it can take up to five years for a wooden house to decay, which, again, raises inconsistencies with what is already established.

If I had to absolutely guess, if we’re to assume the tape was sent exactly two weeks before Snaxburg disbanded, and we’re to guess every in-game time skip via sleeping counts as days passing, the game would’ve taken roughly several months to up to a year to transpire. Pretty anticlimactic results, no? Well, that’s the best we’re going to get for now. 

Again, a lot of this is educated guessing so there’s definitely more finite details I’ve might’ve left out on accident, so I’d really encourage any and all feedback if possible, as well as your own additions!

#bugsnax #bugsnax spoilers #🛠️.txt #reference tag

[maynardthenoname]

i bring to you

Grumpus Meem!

absolute low effort drawing while i wait on mum so i can go get a haircut

medic without his grey hair is like an angel without wings

#tf2 medic #tf2 #team fortress 2 #bugsnax #bugsnax grumpus

[viking-raider]

Secret Santa 🌲

Summary: You're the new Detective in Marshall's station and he's cold towards you. But for Christmas, Rachel Chase devises a plan to fix all of that. With Secret Santa.

Pairing: Walter Marshall/Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warning: G - COTTON CANDY GOODNESS, Grumpus!Marshall, Language, Mention of Homicide, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers?, Shady Behavior, Workplace Romance, Alcohol, Christmas Fic, Cold Work Environment, Kissing

Inspiration: MERRY CHRISTMAS! If you know anything, Grumpus is a World of Warcraft monster! Nerds Unite!!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You had been transferred to what felt like the middle of frigid, bum fuck nowhere of Manitoba, from British Columbia, because your boss had thought it would be a good career move for you. Giving you experience outside of the department you had been assigned straight out of the Academy, four years earlier.

Of course, you felt differently.

Just becoming comfortable in your department, with the boys starting to respect you; and not giving you that extra cold shoulder, because you were a rookie and a woman. You had just been accepted as a cold case investigator a month before Captain Dueck handed over your transfer papers, uprooting you halfway across the country.

But even with that, almost all of the employees at your new station were charitable and accommodating towards you. They welcomed you on your first day, as if you had been working there with them for years. Commissioner Harper, the boss, was no nonsense, but he was still friendly and gave you a warm greeting, whenever the two of you met in the hallways or out in the parking lot. Rachel, the department's psychologist, was even more companionable, always popping into your office, if she didn't meet you elsewhere in the building to say hello. Sometimes bringing you a cup of coffee or a pastry.

The only unfriendly entity in the office, that always regarded you with a grunt, eye roll, lifted brow or a sigh, was Detective Walter Marshall. He was a hulk of a man, thick with muscle underneath his knitted sweaters and tight jeans. But underneath that was nothing but a grump of the highest degree. Rachel tried explaining that Marshall was really a good guy, but he'd seen a lot as a homicide detective and former SWAT leader. That he had a chip on his shoulder from a nasty divorce with his ex, Angie, how he was bitter with the little he saw his daughter, and the strained relationship between them.

Despite Fae being Marshall's light in the dark.

You called bullshit on most of it. At first, Marshall was just bitterly indifferent towards you. He'd speak to you, if and only, when he needed to. Other than that, Marshall's replies to you were guttural sounds and facial expressions. You were incredibly annoyed by it for the first several weeks, but after that you just got over it. Learning what each sound and look meant. It wasn't until you discovered a cold case had a connection to a case Marshall was on, that you saw things change between you and him.

It was the case of Monika Wagner, who had disappeared eight years before, in Headingley. There had been no solid evidence at the sight of her disappearance, other than three walnut beads found on the ground, with her jacket. It was when you saw the suspect in Marshall's murder case, rubbing at rosary that it clicked in your mind. You rushed to the evidence lock up, scouring the boxes for Monika's, and tore the red tape seal off of the lid, digging through the contents for the small baggy that held the three beads.

“Marshall!” You barked, out of breath as you bent forward, wheezing to catch your breath.

He stood there, waiting for you to recover, brow lifted at you.

“Your su-suspect...” You gasped, holding up the clear evidence bag. “He's ta-taken another girl before, I'm s-sure of it.” You gulped, straightening and looking up at him.

“Why do you think that?” He asked, taking the bag from you and studying the small, black beads.

“The rosary he's rubbing.” You said, licking your lips. “I'd bet my career they're made of the same walnut of these ones, and these are from a cold case, eight years ago, in the same city he murdered your victim.” You explained to him, staring expectantly at him.

Marshall stared at you for a moment longer, which you knew was just him making sure you weren't wasting his time, before turning on his heels and storming down the hall into the interrogation room, where the suspect was being held. You started to follow, but he put a hard stop to that, with a sharp side glance, before slamming the door shut. Huffing, you scurried into the viewing room and watched from there.

He set the evidence bag on the metal table, the middle aged, bald male was cuffed to and regarded him for a moment, judging him for any reaction. The man looked at the three beads, he seemed confused for a second, before a creeping look of surprise seeped into his eyes and he shifted uneasily in his chair, gripping the rosary in his hand. Marshall nodded his head, pushing his bearded jaw forward. It was all he needed to confirm you were right, before taking the bagged beads and walking out.

“I told you.” You said, meeting him in the hallway, proud of yourself.

“Yeah.” Marshall grunted back, moving past you.

You thought after that, Marshall would be a little warmer towards you. You had helped him put his suspect away, cementing even more evidence against the guy. But instead, he'd only gotten colder. In fact, you would have been warmer standing out in a Manitoba blizzard in your socks, than the chill Marshall started giving you. You didn't understand and you didn't know how to go about talking to him about it.

How do you talk to someone with an almost nonexistent vocabulary? You don't, that's how!

So, the two of you just started avoiding each other at all costs. You even took a different shift as Marshall. Which was an achievement, since the brute rarely took time off to go home, so he could sleep and shower.

But then, Christmas came around and Rachel, being her good nature self and a “need to fix it” psychologist, decided to do something about the elephant between you and Marshall.

“We're going to do Secret Santa!” Rachel declared as she popped into your office one morning, in mid-December.

“Oh.” You gulped, looking away from your computer monitor. “I've never done that before.”

“Your other precinct didn't do it?” She asked, stepping further into your room.

“No.” You shook your head, chewing on your lip. “If we were going to give each other presents, we just gave them to each other.”

“Well, we do it around here.” She explained, holding out a slip of paper to you. “This is your special person.” She smiled, a glint in her eyes as you took it from her.

“All right.” You answered, taking it from her and unfolded it. “Oh fuck.” You groaned, shoulders slumping as you read the name inside. “It got--”

“No, no!” Rachel cut you off, giggling. “No one is supposed to know. Just you. So, good luck on finding a gift for your person.” She smirked, before breezing back out of your office.

“Yeah, what do you get the biggest Grumpus in the office? Coal.” You sighed, tossing the paper on your desk and rubbing your face, already overwhelmed.

You had two weeks to figure out what to get your Secret Santa, which wasn't a lot of time. Two years wouldn't be enough time to figure out what to get him, let alone that short amount of time. You wrecked your brain all day for what you could buy, forsaking the report you were supposed to be filling out for Amazon Prime. But it was useless, you had no idea what would be remotely useful to him or peak his interest.

“It's hopeless.” You huffed, rubbing your eyes and looking at your watch. “He'll just have to settle for coal.” You mumbled, shutting your computer off and stretching to your feet, joints popping for sitting so long.

Grabbing your coat, you locked your office and headed down to the parking lot, gasping and shivering as the blustery wind wrapped around you at full force. There was easily two feet of snow outside, but thankfully the walkways were shoveled and salted. However, on your way to your car, you ran into the fruit of your current issue.

“Don't you wear gloves?” He asked, locking up his truck as you tried blowing warmth into your bare palms.

“No.” You answered, glaring at him. “My car is right here. It's not that bad.” You told him, hitting the unlock on your key fob.

“Hm.” Marshall grunted, before continuing towards the station.

“Coal.” You growled, getting behind the wheel and slamming your door. “I'm getting that Yeti coal for Christmas!” You hissed, watching him head inside, before noticing the hypocrite wasn't even wearing a beanie over those wild curls of his.

It was honestly two of the fastest weeks of your life, and that was saying something, since the Academy stressed you out beyond belief. But in those two weeks, you had finally figured out what to get Grumpus Walter Marshall for Secret Santa.

It hadn't been easy either!

Now, it was time to exchange it to him at the station's annual Christmas party, that you were in all truth, slack jawed to see Marshall attend. Though, you weren't shocked to see him in his signature black shirt and jeans, while everyone else wore something festive, like ugly Christmas sweaters, Santa hats or Reindeer antlers. Some of the gifts were sitting on a designated table, to be picked up by their person, whenever they wanted to stop by and grab it, while others happily and excitedly rushed over to their Secret Santa with their gift thrust out.

You had come with your gift in a small, brown colored bag with red reindeer printed all over it, sealed shut with a small bit of clear tape. You carried it around with you for an hour, trying to work up the nerve to move over to Marshall's broody corner, where he was sipping a paper cup of eggnog and glaring at everyone with a watchful eye. But you hadn't managed it. So, you went from one cluster of co-workers to another, wishing them Merry Christmas and giving out hugs, nibbling on homemade and store bought Christmas cookies, and nursing a cup of Spiced Cider.

“So, I see you still have your gift.” Rachel said, over your shoulder, as she came up behind you, taking a drink of her hot cocoa.

“I do.” You replied, biting your lip and fighting the urge to glance over at Marshall.

“Well, why haven't you given it to your person yet?” She asked, grinning like the cat about to get the mouse.

“Um--” You floundered, taking a deep gulp of your cider.

“Go on, before they leave.”

You looked at her. “How do you know they're even here?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at her, then finally saw the meaning to that glint in her eyes. “You rigged it.” You gasped at her, mouth falling open.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Rachel chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

“You purposely made sure I got that grouch.” You scoffed at her, outraged.

“There's many grouches-”

“Rachel!” You barked, eyes flaring as you nudged her with your shoulder.

“Oh, all right!” She relented, laughing at you. “Yes, I made sure you got him as your Secret Santa. Big deal. Maybe it'll warm things up between the two of you.” She pointed out, pressing her lips together. “The aura around you two is palpable. The whole office feels it. I'm just trying to help fix it.”

“Is it that bad?” You asked, suddenly feeling aware of your co-workers closeness.

“It's not anything toxic. But people know something strained is going on between the two of you. Even the Commissioner commented on it.” She confessed, looking a little reluctant.

“Oh god.” You squeaked, glancing over at your boss. “All right, I'll go over and give it to him.” You sighed, gulping down the rest of your drink. “Wish me luck.” You grimaced, setting the empty cup on a table in front of you.

“You're going to need it, he's heading out.” Rachel replied, pointing to Marshall as he moved through the crowd.

“Crap!” You gasped, twisting around and going after him. “Excuse me! Pardon me! So, sorry!” You said, frantically weaving through people, trying to get to Marshall before he could leave, rushing to the door of the conference room the party was being held in just as it swung shut.

“Marshall!” You yelled out, dashing into the hallway.

Marshall stopped, just before rounding the corner to his office, and turned to the sound of your voice. He lifted a brow as you rushed towards him, your eyes bright from your cider consumption. He was about to ask what you wanted from him, before noticing the gift bag in your hand and his massive shoulders slumped, understanding.

“You're my Secret Santa.” He whispered, looking down at you with tired eyes, he clearly hadn't gone home after his shift.

“Yee-ah.” You nodded, biting your lip.

He rolled his jaw and nodded back, holding his hand out for the bag.

“Look,” You started, handing it over. “I'm not good with presents. I don't have—I don't do them back home. So, I'm sure you'll hate it and it was a stupid idea.” You rambled watching him break the tape seal and reach in. “I don't even know why I bothered making it. I should've just bought you a gift card for Timmy Horton's or something.”

Marshall didn't answer, instead he pulled out the black and grey umber, knitted beanie you had made him, with your own two hands. He didn't say anything, he just stood there holding it and staring at it for the longest time. You couldn't tell if the expression on his face was a good one or not either.

“I knew it was stupid.” You blurted out, your anxiety hitting the roof. “I'm sorry. Do what you want with it. Just forget about it.” You said, quickly turning on your heels and hurried back to the party.

As you ran off, you missed the look on Marshall's face, one of confusion and like you had punched him in the heart somehow. Gently putting the beanie back into the bag, he turned and carried on to his office, to the task he'd been on before you stopped him. He unlocked his door and set his gift down, going into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulling out a small box, covered in white and pink snowflake wrapping paper. He cleared his throat, holding it for a moment, feeling his palms clam up. Glancing at your gift on top of his desk, before leaving his office again, he carefully tucked the box in his back pocket.

He returned to the party, scanning the crowd until he spotted you, by the refreshments table, going for another cup of Cider. Taking a deep breath, he moved through the crowd and stopped beside you, startling you for a second.

“Jesus.” You gasped, composing yourself.

“Could I speak to you?” He asked, with his usual hard and guarded expression. “Privately.” He added, glancing at the few people close by.

You regarded him for a moment, before sighing. “Fine.” You nodded, brushing by him and heading towards the quieter side of the room. “What is it? Come to give me crap about my gift or something?” You asked, instantly defensive.

Without answering, Marshall pulled the gift from his back pocket and held it out to you, lifting a brow, when you didn't immediately take it from him. You were too shocked to realize you had apparently been his Secret Santa, to grab it from him. Your eyes darted around the gathered police force to spot Rachel, who was grinning at the pair of you.

“Sneaky.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What?” Marshall frowned, cocking his head at you.

“Nothing.” You replied, taking the box from him finally. “So, I was your Secret Santa.” You said, carefully peeling back the paper.

“Yeah.” He nodded, watching you carefully. “My daughter thought the paper was cute.” He said, offhandedly. “She even helped me wrap the gift, since I'm not great at it.”

You looked up at him, caught off guard. “It's really cute.” You answered, blinking at him, unsure what to do with that bit of personal information, as you continued unwrapping.

Marshall held his hand out, taking the paper from you, once you finished unwrapping his gift. His blue eyes shifting, they were soft and curious, watching you examine the present he had gotten you. It took you a moment to understand what the device was, but once you did, it genuinely made you chuckle.

“It's a rechargeable hand warmer.” Marshall explained, biting his lip. “Since you seem to refuse to wear gloves.” He grinned at you, for the first time since the two of you met.

You smiled up at him, laughing even more. “It seems we've both given each other practical gifts.” You pointed out, amused to no end.

“It would seem so.” He agreed, his face transforming into something so much more handsome, when he allowed himself to smile and be happy. “I do like my present, by the way. I've never had anyone personally make me something before. It's very thoughtful and will no doubt keep my head warm.”

“I love my gift as well.” You assured him, looking down at it. “I look forward to using it.”

“Ooo!!” Rachel called out, suddenly, catching your and Marshall's attention. “You and Marshall are under the mistletoe!” She chuckled, pointing to the sprig of plant above you.

You dropped your head back and gulped. “Oh fuck.”

A smirk tugged on one side of Marshall's mouth. “Well, tradition is tradition after all.” He said, looking down at you, a coltish look in his blue eyes. “That's if my Secret Santa will grant me one more gift tonight?”

“Hm, I don't know.” You cooed, narrowing your eyes at him. “You've been a right Grumpus this year.”

“I'll be better next year.” Marshall answered, the sparkle growing brighter.

You smirked at him, a fluttering in your stomach pulling you towards him, realizing he was in love with you. “I'll hold you to that.” You replied, lightly wrapping your arms around his hips. “Or it's coal, next year.” You said, offering your lips to him.

“Can't have that.” He chuckled, dipping his head to capture your lips, kissing you deeply, and hugged you snug against him.

The office hooped with excitement as you kissed, and Rachel laughed, knowing her plan had worked.

#Henry Cavill #Marshall #Walter Marshall #Nomis #Night Hunter #Christmas #Christmas Fic #Henry Cavill RPF #Henry Cavill!Marshall #Walter Marshall Fic #Marshall Fic #Walter Marshall Fanfic #Henry Cavill Fanfiction #Henry Cavill Fanfic #Walter Marshall Fanfiction #Viking-Raider Fics #Secret Santa *fic* #Secret Santa #Fluff #Cotton Candy Goodness #Cotton Candy Fluff

[scarabies-real]

the jamlets?

OH IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YALL

I’m working on a fic where Jellie has kittens and the experiencing of co-parenting brings Scar and Grian together. I have called Jellie’s kittens “the Jamlets” and I will not be taking criticism thank you. I did actual genetics to come up with these kittens. There are seven in total! Here they are!

Apricot:

Coat length: short

Coat color: red

Pattern: spotted tabby

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Other: Same white pattern as Jellie (couldn’t find a good ref)

Personality: extremely adventurous, constantly getting into sticky situations. He has orange cat syndrome and is dumb as bricks. Once ate a bee that made his whole face swell up when he was a kitten and Scar had several consecutive panic attacks. Grian is his favorite person and he makes it everybody else’s problem (destroys things when he’s not around to play.)

Peach:

Coat length: long

Coat color: cream bi-color

Pattern: classic tabby, ( tabby markings faint from dilution)

Eye color: green (like ref)

Gender: tom

Personality: Extremely shy around new people, one very anxious little boy. He picked one person to like (Scar) and is terrified of all others. If a cat could be the personification of anxiety that’s him. Is very agile and graceful but you hardly see him show off.

Strawberry:

Coat length: long

Coat color: red

Pattern: classic tabby (tabby markings are faint, genetically solid)

Eye color: gold

Gender: tom

Personality: Orange cat syndrome like his brother but he’s extremely mad about it at all times. Would fight god and win. Is rarely called by his actual name but rather by various nicknames such as “Grumpus, “Sourpuss,” “Crabbypants,” “Hot Pepper,” “Spicy,” “Mr. Murder Mittens,” “Lord Murderberry,” and “NO NOT MY ANKLES LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Blueberry:

Coat length: short

Coat color: blue silver (tuxedo white markings)

Pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: copper

Gender: mollie

Personality: Off the walls 24/7. She came out looking pretty much like a fainter Jellie clone and they thought she would be calm but no, she’s very much like her father (affectionately called “batshit insane”) god help you if you come within spotting distance with her favorite toy (bread twist ties) or if you need to go the bathroom (not alone you won’t!)

Basil:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black

Pattern: mackerel tabby

Eye color: amber

Gender: tom

Personality: LOUD. HE SCREAM. Dramatic little boy he will throw himself in front of your feet and yowl as if you have stepped on him, then gaslight you into giving him a treat even if you did not step on him. Scar calls him his little insurance fraudster. Grian calls him a menace. He is constantly on the brink of starvation and he CANNOT believe you are such a cruel and horrible owner to not feed him, really, do you WANT him to die!? Feathers are evil and must be defeated. It is 4am so he must sing the song of his people and do zoomies around the house.

Mixed Berry “Miss Berry”:

Coat length: long

Coat color: tortoiseshell (dilute, low-white)

Pattern: genetically solid, faint mackerel tabby markings in red fur

Eye color: Green

Gender: mollie

Personality: Constantly judging you. She’s better than you and she knows it. The tortitude is REAL. She’s fairly aloof but food motivated and tolerates everyone to some extent. Only really gets excited about Pearl visiting. Secretly likes her siblings and Grian and Scar but don’t you dare point it out. Never called by her actual name, she’s either “Miss” “Miss Berry” or “Missy.” Treated like a queen. Thinks she’s the favorite. Don’t tell her she’s not.

Kiwi:

Coat length: short

Coat color: black (tuxedo markings and socks, face markings—mustache)

Pattern: solid

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie

Personality: The actual favorite. A very adventurous cuddle bug! If she’s not hunting dust bunnies she’s always in someone’s lap. LOVES to greet strangers and loves being held like a baby. Has a weird fixation with water that cost Scar thousands of dollars (turned on the gap and flooded the entire bathroom.) She has to drink out of a water fountain or tap or she doesn’t drink at all. She gave Scar and Grian a scare when she was born and Scar has Never Gotten Over It. She likes Mumbo to a disturbing degree. They have matching mustaches. He would die for her.

The father: Peanut Butter

coat length: short

coat color: chocolate

pattern: spotted tabby

eye color: amber

Gender: tom (obviously)

Personality: Was originally skittish but has since become a menace to society. He likes to eat trash and start fights. He was supposed to be an indoor cat after Grian found him, but he’s an escape artist and likes to cause panic on purpose. He’s where Blueberry and Apricot get their 0 chill personality. There’s something wrong with him probably. Has street smarts but is horrible at putting them into practice. Constantly getting stuck in things. Called PB for short or “little mans”

The mother: Jellie

coat length: short

coat color: black tortoiseshell silver (mask and mantle white pattern)

pattern: classic tabby

Eye color: green

Gender: mollie (obviously)

Personality: the one true Queen we all know and love. Is a little more of a sneaky girl in this but still so so sweet and a major cuddle bug. What Jellie Wants Jellie Gets. Scar’s instincts to maim and kill for her only get worse when he realizes he’s a grandpa.

Yes I did literal actual genetics research to figure out her coat color and what her kittens could look like no I’m not okay. I had no idea she was a tortoiseshell and not just a black silver until I looked at close up pics and saw she has red (diluted to cream by the silver gene, so it just looks like rufousing) fur interspersed throughout her flank and belly and on her face. I’m so insane about this she’s such a pretty girl.

Anyways PLEASE ask me about the Jamlets or PB&J or Scar and Grian and how the fic goes I have so much knowledge rattling around up here and I want to share it with the world NOW!!!!!

#there is no sign of land #burdened with knowledge #they’re in the walls th #jamlets au #hermitcraft fanfic #jellie and the jamlets #jellie the cat #jellie gtws #hermitshipping #scarian #thwop boop #long post #images

[winterdeepelegy]

The Grumpus

Glace hadn't been looking for an excuse to visit Ciel, or that's what he told himself, but he arrived at her door nonetheless and was invited in for coffee. Something about her home matched the atmosphere outside. Although it was cozy, her parlor fairly shimmered with Starlight Celebration finery. A large tree, as well, stood decked out in shiny bits and bobs, and strands of gleaming silver. Surrounding its base was a pile of plush dolls and toys nearly as wide as it was deep.

"You're just in time," chirped the songstress upon returning with said coffee, cups, and adornments therefore.

She too dressed for the festivities in a mint green dress trimmed with fur, stockings adorned with snowflakes, and a red silk ribbon in her hair which bore golden charms at the end.

It would be a lie to say he didn't find the look at all adorable but this was a thought to which he would never lend voice. "In time for what? And what's with all the toys? I never would have assumed you the sort to collect dolls." Ciel filled his cup and presented it with her explanation. "Oh, they're not for me. I do collect them every winter, but they're for children in orphanages and less fortunate situations. I could use some help delivering them." He clasped his hands around the cup of coffee and lifted it to inhale the rich aroma. Neither coffee nor cream would find their way into it. It had to remain pure... bitter and dark like his heart.

"You know, I've never paid Starlight much mind," he said. "Never really had time or interest to get into it, and it wasn't so much a thing in Garlemald. Most of the holidays revolved around the Emperor's nameday,  or the date of a historic conquest..." "But there's nothing to stop you, hm? Do you know aught of the holiday's history?" He took a slow sip of his drink while considering the possibility, lowered it a few ilms and looked in her direction. "No, now that you mention it. I mean, I know the history, I had to learn it for immersion... but you're right, there's nothing to stop me now and I like kids well enough. I'm just... not the jolly type."

"But do it for them!" Ciel dropped a sugar cube and a dribble of cream into her cup, followed by a stream of coffee. "And the more the merrier, as they say. They'd love you for it." He turned his eyes downward to stare into his cup. "Gods, I've done enough pretending for a lifetime. You want me to pretend more?"

She feigned a pout, "I'm not asking you to pretend to be joyful, I'm just asking you to help bring joy to people who need it. Did they truly have nothing like this in Garlemald?" "Well... not while I was there. Something like it but not like it, a very long time ago, before it ever became the Empire." "Oh?" "They had a Grumpus." He said this much and lapsed into silence, again taking from his cup while Ciel waited moments for more details. "Well, out with it, Glace. You can't just drop something like that and not tell me what a 'Grumpus' is," the woman prodded. He grumbled in response, "I'm thinking... Like I said it's old history, fell out of favor after the military evolution began." Another brief pause for consideration, but he did piece together an explanation.

"I don't know how much you know about Reapers and their origin... the Grumpus comes from that. Supposedly, anyroad, it was the result of a farmer who was tired of his sons not helping around the farmstead... so to instill some fear and respect into them, he made a pact with a Voidsent and let it take over his body temporarily. When that happened, he sprouted aldgoat-like horns, his feet turned to hooves, his hands turned into claws..." Ciel lofted an eyebrow, "Well that hardly sounds joyful..."

He continued, "But it worked. The Grumpus, as it was called, threatened to drag them off into the snows and feed them to the Almastys if they didn't stop shirking their chores. And for every instance of disobedience, it would steal something they enjoyed - including the love of family. They never disrespected their father again after that, and the family was happier for it." She stared. Perhaps she had missed the part where there might have been anything truly joyful beyond terrified obedience. "Alright then..." She slowly sipped her coffee but inquired no further, figuring it better to leave the tale alone.

"Now what of your siblings? Do you think some of them might wish to help, too? It might be good to have them meet people this way."

Something in the Duskwight's expression brightened at that. He could think of several who might have loved the idea. "You're right, Plum. Let me finish this cup and I'll see how quickly I can gather them."

#ffxiv #ff14 #Glace Silencieuse #Ciel Sauveterre

[orb-the-watchman]

⌚🛏💬🪩

⌚: what do you think some of the grumpuses were like before canon events? (I.e as kids, teens, etc)

Ok so aside from Wambus in Botse I have some other hcs about the other grumpuses

Like how Triffy was goth during her 20s! That's a more popular hc of mine lol

I also like to think Eggabell lived somewhere like New Mexico or Nevada, since she brings up in her interview that she lived in a small town, and they seem like a place where Lizbert would want to explore, like how Eggabell says she first met Lizbert.

🛏️: what’s your favorite furniture item?

I like the metal plate wall a lot, I have on my hut cause I tried to make my hut sorta Gyiel themed? The metal plates fit him me thinks

💬: what dialogue line(s) are constantly playing in your head?

Filbos “pobodys nerfect!” I say that a lot because of that line specially lol

Also Triffany’s “ooh!” or “owwch’a!” when you hit her with a basketball

🪩: what grumpus has the best dance moves during major celebration to you?

Wambus’s gangam style would’ve been my favorite if they kept the “I put to hoe in hoedown!” Line, Gramble’s is my personal fave mostly cause one streamer described it as a “end of the night passing out drunk” dance and I just think that's a really funny description

#orb ponders #alchohol mention #? #bugsnax

[the-artist-of-chaos]

So! I got a little bored. And made a little month prompt thing I’d like to call…

BUGSNAX OC DECEMBER!

That’s right! This December, I have 31 prompts for any bugsnak ocs you wanna bring to spotlight! Multiple of your bugsnax ocs can participate!

More info under the line (contains spoilers for bugsnax, please play/complete the game!)

Day 1-10: get to know your oc! Let’s learn about your bugsnax oc!

Day 11-20: life on snaktooth. They’re on snaktooth island! Let’s see how they are!

Day 21-31: Scenarios! Cute random scenarios to draw your oc in!

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1. Draw your oc! Draw us your bugsnax oc(s)! Whats their name? What do they look like? Show us!

2. Favorite bugsnak(s). So, what’s your OC’s favorite bugsnax? They can have multiple!

3. Least favorite bugsnak(s). Similar to Day 2, but it’s the bugsnax that they aren’t so happy with.

4. Hobbies. What hobby/hobbies does your bugsnax oc like to do?

5. Favorite color(s). What’s their favorite color(s)? Draw your oc with that color/colors! If they have only 1 favorite color, use different shades of that color!

6. Favorite holiday. What’s their fav holiday? Christmas? Halloween? Easter? Let’s see!

7. Family? Do they have any family members? If so, draw them interacting!

8. Sexuality + Gender. Show us your OC’s sexuality and gender!

9. Biggest goal. They set foot on snaktooth for a reason, what’s the goal that they need help achieving?

10. Backstory. What was their life before they ended up on the silly island? Every story is different!

11. Favorite grump. Show your oc interacting with their favorite grumpus(es)!

12. Least favorite grump. Everyone has a least favorite grump. Show your oc interacting with them!

13. Simmering springs. Beach time! Let’s see what your Oc’s doing!

14. Frosted peak. From sand, to snow! What’s your oc doing here on that mountain?

15. Bosssnak. Show an interaction between your oc and one of the 5 boss-snaks of the island!

16. “Queen” of bugsnax. Imagine that instead of Lizbert, it’s your oc being turned into the main leader of this secretive island. What would they look like after this transformation?

17. Brokentooth. Your OC’s now on the isle of brokentooth! How are they doing there?

18. Combo meal. Draw your Oc hanging out with any variant of the bunger, fryder, and sodie!

19. Pet snak. So, your oc has a pet! An odd one for sure. Which lucky bugsnak has a new owner? What’s that pet’s name?

20. Sundae best. Draw your oc hanging out with a scoopy, banopper, and cheery!

21. Hot cocoa. The best drink to have during the winter is sweet hot cocoa! Draw your OC enjoying some!

22. Snowball fight. Snowball time! Draw a snowball fight between your oc and some other grumpuses! Who wins? Any teams?

23. Gift box. Your OC’s inside a gift box! What does the box look like? How does your OC feel about being a special gift for someone?

24. Stargazing. Doodle your OC and their love interest(s) (if they have one) stargazing in the night! If they don’t have a love interest, draw them with a friend or 2 instead!

25. Christmas. It’s Christmas baby! What’s your OC doing for the holidays? If they don’t celebrate Christmas, what are they celebrating instead?

26. Campfire. Nothings better than a warm fire during a cold time. Draw your oc at the campfire with the campfire gang! (Campfire gang = Filbo, wambus, Chandlo and shelda)

27. Cookies. Fresh cookies are perfect for a month like this! What kind of cookies is your OC making? Are they making them with anyone? Do the cookies come out well?

28. Cuddle. It’s definitely chilly during December, so a cuddle is nice! Draw your OC cuddling with their love interest(s)! If they don’t have a love interest, draw them cuddling with a plush!

29. Comfy clothes. Your oc is now wearing a set of nice, comfy clothes! What are they wearing?

30. Free day! Draw your Oc doing whatever!

31. NEW YEARS! Time for a new year baby! Draw your OC celebrating with their friends/family/loved ones!

If you’re participating, please use the tag I made! ( #Bugsnax Oc December ) I wanna see your wonderful art!

#bugsnax #bugsnax art #Bugsnax Oc December #art prompt #Seriously I hope you guys have fun with this! #If you can please reblog this so it reaches other people in the bugsnax community! thank you!

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Floofty headcanons..? 👀 If you do I'll be forever in your debt!

Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy!

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💜 One couldn't be blamed for their first impression of Floofty Fizzlebean being one that's incredibly cold and rude. Mostly due to the whole, "being incredibly cold and rude" thing they've got going on. At least at first. Hell, their first interaction with you ended with them slapping a gizmo in your hands, talking down at you as though you were a child, and then further adding onto the body horror nightmare you've found yourself entangled in. To say you weren't exactly Floofty's number one fan would be an understatement, and the same sentiment was shared by much of the rest of Snaxburg. But the other Grumpuses (and your journalistic integrity) depended on you and your help in finding Elizabert! And to do that, you needed every piece of the puzzle. Even if that piece happened to be incredibly snooty and sat on a rather high horse.

🧪 You had hoped that Floofty's behavior would improve as you spent more time together, but if anything, the scientist grew even ruder! They'd purposely bump into you, talk down to and insult you, pull you aside to demand you collect certain supplies or Bugsnax for their research! And when they weren't bothering you, they'd hole up in the ship at Boiling Bay to do… Whatever it is they do, not like they'd ever let you look. It'd be lying to say you hadn't thought of giving up on Floofty and leaving them to their own devices, but you could never bring yourself to actually do it. All of Snaxburg depended on you, and that included Floofty! … Even if you hadn't convinced them to move back just yet. And even if they don't come around, you can at least rest assured that you had remained the bigger Grumpus.

💜 Floofty eventually is convinced to move back into town, though part of you worried you might have somehow worsened the situation. The scientist now seemed to switch between pulling you closer and pushing you away. They'd ask for your assistance with their research, only to just as quickly turn up their nose at you and insist you'd only mess things up. Anytime you'd manage to have a civil conversation and manage to get somewhat chummy with them, it was as though a switch were flipped, as though Floofty were catching themself being nice to you and rectifying through arrogance. Hell, their behavior was so noticeable that Snorpy felt the need to confront them - all but having to when Floofty had nearly strong-armed you into almost chopping their head off.

🧪 But, the absolute worst thing, even above all that, was how you could feel Floofty's eyes boring into you. Just staring. Whether you were walking through town and talking with the others or running in from a snak run, you felt watched. And it wouldn't be a big deal because, hey, who doesn't people watch from time to time? Eyes are naturally drawn to movement and new stimuli! But, this was constant. A consistent pattern of behavior. And whenever you dared to face them, they wouldn't even flinch. No looking away or even pretending to be looking at someone else. Just them staring unblinking as you both locked eyes. You could swear you saw malice swirling in their eyes, glowering at you with what you were sure was contempt. And the icing on the cake? You had gone back down to Boiling Bay to fetch a snak for one of your friends, before deciding to sneak a peek inside Floofty's ship… All the air had left your lungs. Scratched over and over and over into the wood, on the floor, the walls, the ceiling, was your name. If you weren't so sure the rumor about Floofty being a killer was a lie, you would have sworn you were their next target.

💜 Before coming to Snaktooth, Floofty Fizzlebean had always been a bit of a recluse. Sure, they had family, their brother, some acquaintances and academic and professional peers, but ultimately nothing deeper than that. Likely in part due to coming across as unusual or rough around the edges. But also because they were a Grumpus that focused on the big picture rather than the small details. And, as such, they were derided for letting small details such as ethics fall to the wayside in pursuit of the greater good. Even on Snaktooth, their attempts at establishing connections between fellow professionals was impeded. Floofty was certain this was simply their fate, until you came along.

🧪 You frustrated Floofty just as much as you bewitched them. Though the scientist had thought little of you originally, Floofty was increasingly impressed by your intelligence, resourcefulness, skill, and adaptability - not to even mention your social intelligence. Deny it all you like, it took a rather special Grumpus to capture the hearts of so many in such little time. So many emotions whirled inside them it nearly made the Grumpus sick! Jealousy, affection, anger, fear, sadness, care. They wanted you close, but they were a danger to both you and themself! They knew you were intelligent but couldn't stand the thought of being seen as less than! They were charmed by your warmth and kindness but fumed at how you never stooped to their level! Why were you always so kind to them? Why did you care? Why wouldn't you just give up on them!? Just thinking about it made their heart beat out of sync and made them want to rip their hair out! You began to consume every waking thought. And even in their dreams, they weren't safe. They… They couldn't take their eyes off you, even going so far as to sneak into your hut at night. And when they weren't doing that, they'd go back to their makeshift hut to scrawl your name out over and over, hoping it'd quiet their mind, if only a little.

💜 You hadn't expected an invitation after you and the others fled the island. You'd all kept in contact, of course, but you weren't expecting anything coming up as of recent. Oddly, it was from Floofty, who'd been the most radio silent out of your friends - if they even considered themself your friend? Despite all you'd been through, you were happy to see the Grumpus was doing well! All smiles in photos and a new prosthetic to boot! They had gone back into teaching and was inviting you down to report on the findings from Snaktooth. Reading the letter, a warmth filled you and you couldn't help but hug the letter to your chest, smiling at knowing that Floofty had thought of you so well as to invite you to speak to their students!

🧪 Despite your initial nervousness at meeting them again, it went off without a hitch! You exchanged pleasantries and caught up with one another before going over their plan for the lecture. Throughout your meeting and the lesson, you couldn't help but feel proud at how far Floofty had come. They seemed so much more understanding and patient. Andfar more lighthearted, too! So much so that they even invited you back to their house to talk further, pouring you up a drink as you sat together. You couldn't get over how relaxed they seemed. And you were feeling relaxed, yourself. Relaxed… Or, wait, was it… Were you just tired? It was a bit hard to keep your head up or your eyes open. As you mumbled apologies, you let your head fall back against the cushion of your chair. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you felt as Floofty got up and approached your side. One of their paws overlapped with your own, giving a gentle squeeze. And as you fell into a deep sleep, Floofty pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and sighed. "As glad as I am to be able to make up for my previous behavior, I fear you're simply far too trusting for your own good, dear..."

#yandere x reader #yandere bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #floofty fizzlebean x Reader #floofty x Reader #yandere floofty Fizzlebean #yandere floofty #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios

[loch-detected]

hey you mentioned you have a bugsnax oc but I don't think you posted about them before, if it's ok can you talk abouth them?

OP….OP….IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED….

Their name is Loch Atramento (name Not final) and as you can most likely guess they WERE my self-insert but then evolved into their own character! He’s the fourteenth (?) grumpus on Lizbert’s expedition and Snaxburg’s (self proclaimed) resident therapist!

Originally, he was a therapist in New Grump City who went on vacation for…reasons…and was bound for a cruise ship to Grumpwaii. Unfortunately, he boarded the wrong ship and ended up on Lizbert’s boat. You’d think they would have noticed, but Atramento just walked on board and into a room and nobody noticed until he went out to the deck, saw everyone and Lizbert went something like “who the fuck are you.”

He ended up just. Shrugging and deciding fuck it, so he stayed. They also took one look at the cast and thought. ‘these people are not mentally stable huh. welp!’ and proceeded to turn his hut into a makeshift office.

He’s a very polite speaking grumpus, always referring to people by their last names such as ‘Mrs. Lottablog’ or ‘Mr. Funkbun.’ They even referred to Filbo as ‘Mayor Fiddlepie’ for a fun awhile. Filbo is actually the only one Atramento refers to without honorifics. He’s also decently unphased by a lot.

Once, he had a teacup thrown near his head, missing by an inch and barely flinched, simply asking if the person wanted another cup of tea. Their also ridiculously vague about personal questions, always giving half-answers or vague responses. It drives Beffica in particular crazy.

Despite this, he’s decently good at his job! He does offer advice based on the experiences his patients have gone through and help them with it. He can also sometimes tell things based of their body language. He also serves them hot cocoa made from the chocolate sauce on Wambus’s farm (or tea, if they prefer), and plushie, if they like (thanks to Gramble and Filbo!) He does genuinely want to help, even if some people don’t like opening up. Even if he doesn’t follow his own advice a good portion of times..

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t dislike others, however. Floofty Fizzlebean is particularly a pain for him, as his emotional logic and their rational logic often butt heads.

If you want to find him in game, you won’t need to! He’ll be right smack in the middle of Snaxburg, as he stayed with Filbo, and he’ll be happy to learn you’re bringing people back!

His favorite Bugsnax is Sprinklepede and his least favorite is Sweet Fryder! He’s not one to indulge in bugsnax much (hard holding things with donut arms) but he does enjoy some of them!

I could go on about his relationships and the role he would play…buttt this post is long enough as is. Thank you for asking tho! I’m always willingly to talk about this goober :D

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #loch atramento #filbo fiddlepie #beffica winklesnoot #floofty fizzlebean #wambus troubleham #(those were the main ones mentioned)

[fanartalchemist]

I have been working on this for a while. Wanted to try some new drawing techniques with this one.

behold! the ultimate queen of bugsnax (currently deciding if i would call it either king of bugsnax, or ultra queen of bugsnax, so ignore the big font in the image below). explaination underneath.

this creature is the result of the prophecy about the three queens untold. it is said that when the third queen is born, they will one day grow powerful enough to control the whole island. the prophecy never said that the queen would become the island (shielda wasn't kidding when she said that the ancestors were vague).

unfortunately, the grumpus would lose their power over themselves in this process, and their mind would be fogged up by the bugsnax. in other words, they would lose themselves to the bugsnax, making the ultra queen feral. rumors say that the spirits of the two previous queens were involved due to jealousy of her power.

There is a way to bring them out of such trance. only a grumpus (one or more) the queen is closest to must reach out to the heart of the island and bring their willpower back. this is dangerous, because the snax will try to consume those trespassing within the island, putting others in a same state as the queen until brought out of it with the same process.

the dots you see by the queens head represents the size of the grumpus compared to her. bugsnax would either fly or crawl down from the legs of the queen to turn other living things into bugsnax, if they ever reach the mainland. due to its overwhelmingly giant size, it makes it almost impossible to destroy. for the queen to return back to normal, the island must return back to its resting place and turn back to normal.

if I missed any explainations, remember to ask through reblogs and I will be able to answer.

#bugsnax #queen of bugsnax #bugsnax lizbert #lizbert megafig #fanartalchemist art

[cyberaxolotl]

Oh, The Blue, Blue Water: Chapter 1, Newtport and Reefburg

Bugsnax Merpeople AU Fanfic

Warnings: N/A

See AO3 Version for more specific tagging

Illustrations: 0

Words: 4.7k

Fic below the cut

Grumpus-kind never truly considered that there could be fully intelligent life aside from them. Rumors of grumpus-like beings but with lower halves of snakes or sea creatures were dismissed as fairy tales, becoming folklore to some, but deemed absurd by most scientists. Grumpuses with little interest in the ocean especially dismissed part-grumpus aquatic beings as fantasy, while those who did study the ocean considered it more, but still dismissed it until solid proof could be found.

A few states off from New Grump state was Falls Island, and on the coast of Falls Island was a town that specialized in oceanic endeavors; Newtport. Newtport was a hotspot for sailing, fishing, oceanography, diving, marine biology, and everything else you could want from a town on the edge of an open ocean. Almost everyone there owned a boat, kayak, canoe, or some form of water travel.

Several of the notable organizations in Newtport were the Newtport Marine Center, where science and studies took place in a private laboratory, as well as Wildlife Restoration of Newtport, the building for a non-profit organization dedicated to helping wildlife and cleaning the ocean.

Gramble had just walked into the building, carrying a bucket full of plastic, metal, and glass waste. “Jeez, Gramble!” He heard a coworker say to him, “Is ALL of that from the bay?”

He sighed, looking down into it. “It is, and there's more.” He walked through the room, walking up to a room labeled “storage.”

“I heard that all of that trash came from a college party. A bunch of young adults got drunk out of their minds and left all the trash there, would you believe it?” His coworker, Arinata, looked stressed. “I’d help, but we’ve got a diver coming to get a permit for the area, and I need to be here when she gets here.”

He turned away from the doorway. “Is Minette here? She usually helps out.”

“Minette’s busy taking a delivery to the recycling plant, it’s why the storage bins are all empty.” Gramble looked into the room he was next to, seeing that the five bins labeled metal, plastic, glass, electronic, and paper, were all empty. “And, uh, after you dump all of that, we got a request from the Marine Center.” She called out to him as he entered the storage room.

“What’s goin’ on?” He called back while sorting through the bucket of waste.

“They want us to bring in some of those parasites, the ones that are attacking the crustaceans. They’re looking for a way to prevent them and need samples from us.” Arinata explained, leaning over the front desk to look into the room. “You’re always removing parasites anyway, aren’t you?”

“I try to, when I find ‘em. How many do they need?”

“Uh, five, I think. Let me double-check.” He heard the wheels of an office chair followed by the clicking of a computer. “Yeah, it’s five. Can you get that by the end of the week?”

“I’ll see how many I can get today, I was too focused on the trash to look for any, but I should be able to do it.” He smiled to himself as he dumped the last of the trash into the bins, then walked back out.

“Thanks a lot, Gramble. I can't imagine the organization without someone as passionate about this as you are.” She smiled at him as he walked up to the desk.

“Oh, I just love animals ‘s all.” He waved his paw down at her, “It’s easy to do this job when I’ve read books about it since I was a kid.”

“We all appreciate your contributions so much, I hope you know that. You’re more paws-on about this than anyone else.” Before she could continue, a bell chimed, signaling the opening of the front door. She cleared her throat as she turned her chair, “Hello, welcome to Wildlife Restoration of Newtport!”

“G’day! I’m here for a diving permit?” She asked as she came up to the desk.

“Oh, you must be Elizabert! We were told by the divers union that you’d be coming, so here, let me look for your information.” Arinata turned to the computer, and Gramble took that as his cue to return to the bay, only hearing the start of the conversation. “You’re here for map-making and ecosystem surveying…”

The wildlife center was on a cliff above the shore, making it easy for the group to go up and down from the beach. Gramble spent most of his time down there, picking up scraps and looking over any creature that did not belong, or was otherwise hurt. It was, most often, just removing parasites from crustaceans or sending beached yet alive animals back into the water.

And even when he wasn’t playing his part at the organization, he was still looking after wildlife. On weekends he’d take his small boat out on the open ocean and watch the animals out on the sea, not disturbing them, not going in, only watching and sketching.

Elizabert was like that too.

“You’re here for map-making and ecosystem surveying, right?” Arinata asked, looking at her laptop.

“And recreation, but only once I’ve gotten my job done.” Lizbert nodded.

“Great, can I see your diving license?” The worker held her paw out. The explorer dug through her pocket, then handed over a small slip of plastic. “Thank you, let me jot all this down…” She hummed as she typed down some information. “How long have you been diving for?”

“Professionally? Thirteen years, but I’d go recreationally with my family as a kid. I’ve loved the thrill of adventure for as long as I can remember.” She smiled as she recounted her past years.

“Oh, that sounds lovely! I’m sure you’ve read up on the local fauna and know what to expect underwater?” Arinata could only give her a glance as she continued typing.

“Yup! I know pretty much what to expect for my first dive session here.” Lizbert nodded.

“Wonderful… You’re all set.” The worker put the license on the counter. “Have fun diving, and remember to clean up whatever you can!”

“Will do!” The diver pocketed her license and walked off, leaving the building to fall into silence.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Newtport Marine Center was hard at work. There were meetings happening on one floor, research happening on another, and scientists getting ready for boating trips on the dock outside the building. Floofty had several written notes in their paws as they got out of a boat, hurrying towards the building. The cold wind nipped at their fur, and they were eager to get their lab coat back on and digitalize those notes.

“Floofty!” Before they could get downstairs, someone called for them.

“Ditzie.” They greeted, turning to face him.

“I know you just got back from a boating trip, but we’re gonna need you upstairs.” He held a paw up to them, “We just got video footage back from as deep as the twilight zone, and the directors want you up there to review it.”

“...Tch.” They grunted. “Do I have time to give these to somebody?” They held up their notes.

“Go ahead, just be up in meeting room D in ten minutes!” With that, their fellow scientist stepped back and ran off.

They turned around to go downstairs, hurrying down the steps. They didn’t really have a desk space to themself, but they did have a laptop of their own, and one grumpus they trusted. Opening up their laptop, they opened up a document, then looked around. “Cora?” They called a girl nearby.

“Oh-? Yes, Floofty?” The coral-red grumpus turned to them.

“I’m needed in a meeting room, can you copy these notes into this document?” They asked, holding out the papers. “Shut it down when you’re done, I don’t need imbeciles stealing my work.”

“Now, you don't need to be calling anybody names, but sure!” She took the notes from them. “Are these from the boating trip you just went on?”

“Indeed they are. My thanks, Cora.” With that, Floofty walked past her. Or, started to.

“Ah, before you go, Floofty!” Once again, they were stopped in their tracks. “Did you hear about the rumors again? Ditzie thinks mermaids are real.”

“Of course Ditzie thinks that. He’s Ditzie.” They looked over their shoulder. “What does it have to do with me?”

“Well, what do YOU think about mermaids? I think it’s possible, grumpuses already come in many different types, but I also think it’s improbable. Especially given the advancements in technology and how we monitor the ocean, I doubt we’d have gone so long without seeing them.” She explained, holding their notes under her arm.

“Whether mermaids are real or not is not my concern until someone who’s concerned with finding them does. But if they are real, I doubt they’d be what we picture as “mermaids.”” They motioned with their paws, “All traditionally attractive women with the same emerald green lower bodies is unlikely, and I’d dare to say impossible if I didn’t know better.”

“That’s what I was thinking too, but yeah, when they probably aren’t real in the first place, I’m not gonna spend my time looking for them. Thank you for your time, I’ll go copy these down.” With that, Cora walked away, letting them walk away as well.

The workplace always kept Floofty busy, whether they liked it or not, they were one of the most focused and experienced scientists there. They had trained themself to be able to write without looking, and that, alongside their background in biology, made them an invaluable worker. As such, their hours were full and busy, leaving little time for leisure.

They could hear the distant bells of hunting ships docking as they headed upstairs.

One of those ships was home to a crew of sailors who fished and set crab traps, supplying the local seafood industry. “Good haul today, grumps!” The lady in charge yelled, an elderly woman, but very capable. Harpila had been sailing the seas for most of her life, and had only recently settled into a more industrial job. Walking down the ship, she gave her crew lively pats on the back. “I think we’re good for quite a while now. Wambus?” She stopped by someone.

Wambus turned around, holding a crate of fish in his arms. He had been looking for oceanic jobs like that for a while, and eventually found his way to Harpila’s crew. “Captain Harpila.” He greeted her.

“You’ve been doing very well recently, I’m pleased. Do you have a family that you’re doing all of this work for?” She asked.

“Captain, I know most of these grumps are fathers and husbands, you don’t gotta rub it in. I do this work to carry myself.” He sighed, looking past her.

“I’m not bringing you down, cariño, but men like you should be doing bigger things when they don’t have anything to go back to. Especially at your age.” Harpila looked away, her ears twitching. “Ah, I shouldn’t be pushing it when this crew needs you. I’m not asking you to leave.”

“Do YOU have a family that you’re doin’ this for?” Wambus questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I’m old, boy, I’m not doing this for anybody but myself anymore.” She turned away, walking a bit past him. “My family has passed, and my days to find love are over, unless Mother Naturae sends me an angel… Aha, maybe even an angel from the sea.” She looked out at the ocean. “If you want someone, I’m sure you’ll find them, but I’m saying that there should be something that you’re passionate about.”

“I’m just fine livin’ like this.” Walking with her, the two reached the exit off of the boat.

“Then live your best life like this.” With that, she descended the stairs alongside her crew.

Wambus huffed as he followed her, looking distantly away. He had inherited a farm in the western parts of New Jamsey, but after it turned into a bust and he lost the property, he turned to the only place he could; Newtport. He was lucky to have met Harpila at the time he had.

“Oh look, the big boats are docking.” A melodic voice said, out on the ocean.

“I saw them use that big net to get a whole school of salmon. Would you believe it?” A sassier voice said, “I should be eating those fish, not them!”

“Beff!” A wimpier voice replied, “You can’t- or, no, nevermind, I’ve seen you eat almost a whole school of fish before.”

“Those were sardines, Filbo, they don’t count. They’re hardly a meal even for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a stingray, darling, I doubt you have much room for fish in you at all.”

“I’m a MANTA ray, Wiggle, I’m the manta mayor!” He turned around, descending from the rocks they held onto and slipping into the ocean, then motioning for the other two to follow him.

They dropped down next to him with a splash. “What’s the difference, are all manta rays big wimps?” Beffica snarked, giggling.

“No, I- I don’t have a stinger!” Filbo cried as the three descended into the ocean.

“Isn’t it better than being an orca?” Wiggle noted.

“Heeey, being like me is sweet! Other than the resurfacing to breathe.” The pink seagrump said, rolling her eyes.

“And being hungry all the time?” The blue seagrump prompted.

“I’m not hungry all the time, I just naturally need to hunt. They call us killer whales for a reason.” She turned to the orange seagrump, “At least I’m something unique and not just some random fish.”

Wiggle gasped in defense. “I am a STAR fish, thank you!”

“What? You’re not a starfish, you’re a betta.” Filbo chuckled.

“A star fish, darling, not a starfish.” She repeated.

“You said the same thing twice.” Beffica scoffed.

“Oh, for grumps sake, I’m a POPstar!” She whined as the three entered deeper waters. Taking a glance back at the surface, she mumbled, “I wonder if I could perform for the landgrumps one day.”

“You know why we don’t do that, Wiggle,” The mayor replied, “I have nightmares thinking about what might happen if they find us.” He squeaked anxiously.

“Yes, but I’m sure they’d love a good performance.” Wiggle smiled, clicking her claws together.

“They’d watch you and then scoop you up in their big net.” Beffica rolled her eyes, “I’m not scared about it like Filbo and that hermit are, but you’re not gonna find me singing to the air.”

“That hermit has a name, Beff.” Filbo corrected, “…I haven’t HEARD his name in a long time, but he has one.”

She stuck out her tongue at him and swam away, turning towards a rocky, mossy wall. “I need to get some bubbles before I drown.” She said all too casually, and then disappeared underneath a crack in the rocks.

Filbo and Wiggle followed her, going underneath a hood of rocks, and then being greeted by a drop-off. Going through the drop-off, they were in a cave, lit by bioluminescent plants and decorated by coral and kelp. A driftwood sign held up by kelp read “Reefburg.”

“We’re back from land-watching!” The mayor called out, descending upon the town. Beffica had already made her way to the center of town, to a patch of anemones blowing bubbles, and was scooping up handfuls of air.

A green seagrump turned around the corner. “Heeeey, I was wondering where you three were!” He greeted them, coming out fully and revealing a mantis-shrimp lower body.

“Nice to see you in town, Chandlo!” Filbo said as they swam up to each other. “How are you and…” He tapped his paws together, “…The axolotl..?”

“Snorpy and I are good, he’s the same as usual. We’re figuring out what we wanna do for winter and getting ready.” The muscular seagrump explained, motioning at a bag full of seaweed that he carried.

“Does it really change that much when you’re that deep underwater?” The mayor questioned.

“Changes enough that we’d be asleep all winter if we didn’t.” Chandlo shrugged, “I think we can try to catch you guys while you’re all moving!”

“That sounds good! We haven’t figured out our plans as a town yet, but I think it’ll be the same as last year,” Filbo turned away, “I need to get home, but come see me next time you come here, I bet you could come land-watch with us!”

“I’ll try to catch ya, dawg!” He gave his farewells, then turned away as well. There was one more thing he wanted to do during that time in Reefburg, and a tunnel through the sand was going to bring him to it. Leaving his bag of seaweed at the entrance, he descended into an ominous rocky pit.

It was a short swim through the tunnel, and he exited out into a big, dark space. There were jellyfish scattered around, glowing with cold blue light, but more importantly, a warmer light illuminated the figure of another seagrump.

“Shellsy!” He called out to her.

The elderly seagrump looked over her shoulder, the sea-glass on the ground reflecting the bioluminescent glow in her tail. “Ah, Chandlo, my child.” She greeted when she recognized him, turning around. Her lower half was that of a translucent sea angel’s, a duo of lights in the middle of and at the tip of her tail. “It’s been a while since you have stopped by.”

He swam up to her side, stopping next to her. “Sorry, Sheldawg, there’s been a lot going on.”

“I understand. Not many have as much time to meditate beneath the lights of the Mother.” She motioned broadly at the jellyfish in the room. She reached between the kelp that was wrapped around her chest, pulling out a golden pendant from one of the outer layers. “Do you have the time to sit and resonate?” She asked as she held it out to him, both of her paws clasped on it.

The pendant had a flower carved into it, one that neither of them recognized, and Shellsy believed it was something meaningful from the surface. He held it as well, “Only for a few minutes, I think.”

“That works, child, the Mother appreciates the effort of time spent.” They both held the pendant, the gold reflecting light onto the sea-glass, and the sea-glass reflecting colors into the dark space. Chandlo relaxed with a small smile, he felt very comfortable in the dark; he didn’t prefer it, but he’d gotten used to it, given him and Snorpy’s living conditions.

“Empty your mind…” Shellsy started, her voice low, “Picture yourself in the water, descending deeper, past the zone of sunlight, through the zone of twilight, and into the midnight. Do not feel cold, there is somebody right there with you.”

He took a deep breath, shoulders slacking. He heard the small clicks of his tail against sea-glass, unable to feel it through his exoskeleton, but fully hearing the sound.

“The Mother holds your paw in the darkest parts of our home. Do not feel the colossal squid of sorrows, you are protected so long as she is with you. You are safe, no matter how far you go.” Shellsy also took a deep breath, the glow of her tail dimming. “Meditate on this. Find a feeling of safety.”

They fell into silence in the darkness, holding the pendant, surrounded only by stones and jellyfish. The only sounds around them were the clicking of rocks, the movement of water… And the voices right above them.

“…Hmph.” Shellsy huffed as the minutes passed and it became impossible to ignore. “It’s times like this where I wish we weren’t beneath the Wigglebottom residence.” They both looked up at the rocky ceiling.

“I think it’s good that Wigdawg gets along with her sister.” Chandlo shrugged, hearing squeaky voices through the ceiling.

“Oh, yes, it is pleasant. It’s unusual for siblings with such an age difference to get along like that.” She took the pendant back as the other seagrump let it go. “I just wish getting along wasn’t roughhousing. Thank you for coming to meditate, my child.”

“Thanks for the guidance, I’ll come back earlier next time!” He turned away, swimming for the exit.

In the undersea home above, the Wigglebottom residence was bustling. “Come on, who’s the best big sister in the ocean~?” Wiggle had her little sister clutched against her, who was squirming and punching.

“Hmm, I don’t know!” Imimi giggled, “I think it’s Jess- daah-!” She squealed as she was flipped around, tussled through the water.

“Oh come on, you know it couldn’t be Jessany, try again!” The extravagant seagrump sang, keeping her eyes on her little sister.

“Why not? I’ve never heard Beffica complain about her big sis.” The little girl crossed her arms, “I’m sure she’d have a good shot for best big sister!”

“Imimi, swe-etie, does Jessany let her little sister have whatever snacks she wants without telling their parents?” The popstar lurched for her younger sister, picking her up and holding her close again.

“Beffica’s an adult, I think she does what she wants.” Imimi blew raspberries at her sister after she spoke.

Wiggle scoffed, “You are SO much like mom, it’s not even funny.” She groaned, getting a confused look back. “I just want some appreciation from my baby sister before she goes back home and I’m left all alone.”

“I’m not a baby!” The little girl pulled away, snapping around. “And you won’t be alone here, you have, uh…” She started, then stopped. After a pause, she put her paws on her hips. “Wow, you’re twenty-nine and you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

The popstar gasped. “That is none of your- ough!” She crossed her arms and looked away, “You’re eleven and you haven’t dropped that attitude yet.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hello?” Wiggle called over.

The door opened to reveal a white, pink-tailed seagrump. “Is everything okay in here? I heard yelling.”

“Ah, yes Eggabell, we’re fine.” The popstar waved her paw at the doctor. “Imimi and I were just having a sisterly bonding moment.”

“Uh… Really? I thought I heard arguing.” Eggabell questioned, looking between them.

“Oh darling, we never argue.”

“Yes we do?” Imimi huffed in reply.

“We don’t argue, Imimi, we play-fight.” Wiggle glared at her sister.

“No, I think we argue.” The younger seagrump put her paws on her hips.

“When? When have we ever argued, sweetie?”

Suddenly, she smiled. “Right now.” She said, before swimming away to the upper floor.

Wiggle looked upwards, dumbfounded, and Eggabell looked on with wide eyes. “You- I… Snrk-!” The popstar started to giggle, turning to the doctor, “Siblings sure are something, aren’t they?”

“I’m an only child, unless you wanna count the nurse sharks I look after.” The white mergrump looked away.

“Ah, that explains it.” The betta squeaked, swishing her tail. “Trust me, darling, Imimi and I have a normal sisterly relationship.”

“We are ANYTHING but normal!” Imimi shouted from upstairs.

“I wasn’t TALKING TO YOU!” Wiggle shouted up, then turned back to Eggabell. “Very normal.”

“…Yeah.” The doctor muttered, closing the door and swimming away. “Oh- Chandlo!” She almost bumped into her fellow seagrump, “Are you leaving town already?”

“Eggabro, hey!” He greeted, and they gave each other a small hug. “I musta missed you, I’m on my way out.”

“Well, safe travels! I heard that it’s viperfish season right now.” She warned, holding her paws together.

He chuckled, “Viperfish are nothing on me, bro.” He signed hand-horns, biting his tongue.

“They’re still a little freaky, especially down in the dark.” She looked down, as though staring into the sea, but actually at the ground’s cloak of sand.

“…You’re a shark, Egg.”

“I-“ She paused, freezing up. “…Point taken! Swim safely, and tell Snorpy I hope he’s well.”

“I’ll try to catch you earlier next time I’m in town!” He waved her a goodbye, swimming off and out of Reefburg. He was going from cave to cave, but the difference was the descent from the sunlight zone to much deeper down.

It was a smooth descent out of Reefburg and down into the ocean, Chandlo seeing the fish and flora around him go from frequent, to sparser, to too dark to see clearly. The silhouettes of rock faces were his only indication that he was on the right path besides his distinct memory of the area. The transition from distant sunlight to deep blue waters was his signal: he had entered the twilight zone.

The soft glow of a lanternfish appeared nearby him, swimming away when his tail reflected the light back at it. The temporary light revealed a hitch in the rock face to him, and as he closely followed a crack, he knew he was almost home.

A pit of darkness gaped at him, a large, frightening sight. For a moment, he was filled with a primal fear, but it was overcome by a more welcoming sound: metal clanking. A sound that meant home.

Swimming inside, he saw the artificial glow of a lantern, something that his companion had made a long time ago. “Snoooooorpy~!” He called out, a smile coming onto his face.

He heard a soft gasp as he passed over one more wall of stone and entered their living space. Snorpy was curled into a corner, using a crude hammer with a driftwood handle on a piece of metal. “Ah- Chandlo!” He perked up, turning around and uncurling. “That was a rather quick trip of yours, I do hope you said hello to somebody.”

“I took some extra time to hang with Shellsy, and had a talk with Eggabro, but I didn’t wanna leave you for long.” He let go of the bag of seaweed, leaving it stagnant in the water. “Egg said she hopes you’re well.” He quoted.

“Nice of her to be concerned, ah… Is Wiggle still around?” Snorpy glanced away at a table covered in cloth and photographs, with pebbles holding them down.

“Wiggle’s doing great, I heard her and her sister play-fighting. It’s nice to see sisters being sisterly, isn’t it?” Chandlo turned away, moving over to his side of the room.

“I suppose so.” The axolotl had swam over to his table and was now readjusting the pebbles. “Hm… I am a bit concerned about what to do in the coming months…”

“Why wouldn’t we do what we did last year?” The shrimp raised an eyebrow, “That, or we can go with the Reefburg group! Filbo invited us to join them.”

“Eh…” Snorpy turned to a pile of soggy maps near the edge of his bed. Picking one up, he grabbed a pebble, and traced a path across it. “…No, if we go with them, we’re bound to be captured by Grumpbeard. Too many seagrumps all in one place.”

Chandlo looked away, unsure. “We'll do whatever you want, Snorpdawg.” He let out, resting on his bed.

“Hmph, if we did whatever I wanted, then I’d be sleeping through the winter. Unfortunately I would starve by December.” The yellow seagrump put the maps down, then swam over to the suspended bag of seaweed. “Thank you for getting the materials, but where is my sewing kit?”

“You have a sewing kit?” The green seagrump’s eyes widened, confused.

“I hardly believed it either, but I found it a few weeks ago!” The axolotl looked under his bed, perked up, and then pulled out a metal container. “Some landgrump lost an entire sewing kit, thread and all!” Opening it up, he revealed a smaller container of needles, a bunch of buttons, and several unrestrained spools of thread. “The box says that it belonged to some “C. Quizsparkle.” It’s on them for dropping it into the ocean.” Picking out a needle and thread, he grabbed a bushel of seaweed.

“…Hm.” Chandlo fell silent with a smile, watching his counterpart set up and begin to sew. It was a long, cold swim from Reefburg to their home, and he was always a little tired afterwards, so being able to watch a simple activity made the fatigue wash right out of his body.

On land, and undersea, grumps had jobs to do and roles to play. But soon, they’d be more connected than they ever thought they could be.

#bugsnax #tori’s writing tag #gramble gigglefunny #lizbert megafig #floofty fizzlebean #wambus troubleham #harpila teachsafe #beffica winklesnoot #filbo fiddlepie #wiggle wigglebottom #chandlo funkbun #shelda woolbag #eggabell batternugget #imimi wigglebottom #snorpy fizzlebean #seagrumps

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Bugsnax Guide

After spending many many hours struggling to complete the game I figured it would be cool to post a guide to make it a bit easier for other Snaxburg residents! These are specifically for Steam achievements cus I don't know if the achievements are the same on console / other platforms.

Bugsnax Achievements(30/30)

All unmissable/story achievements will be green!

Everybody Gets One

Catching your very first Bugsnak earns you this achievement.

Wonderfalls

Once you help Filbo there is a pair of waterfalsl nearby, walk into the left one to get this achievement.

Gone Home

Follow Filbo back to town for this one!

Double Trapper

Catching 2+ Bugsnak in the Snak Trap at once is really easy, try using sauce to lure two of the same Snaks into your trap.

Perf Dirt

After going back to Snaxburg with Beffica, return to her cave in Garden Grove and take the diary from her cave.

Quartermaster

Catch 25 unique Bugsnax, you'll get this as you complete the game since you're required to get a lot of them to complete Bugsnax.

Launch Party

Stunning a flying Bugsnak with another Bugsnak is a bit of an annoying achievement to get (the launch pad is required to do this achievement). Lure a Bugsnak onto your launch pad and throw it at a flying Bugsnak!

Combo Meal

This one can be earned really easily, go back to Garden Grove to catch a Bunger, Fryder, and Sodie. After you've gotten them go back to Snaxburg and feed them all to transform a Grumpus into a combo meal.

Midnight Snak

This achievement is evil and makes me sad :(. You have to feed Gramble a Bugsnak while he sleepwalks around Snaxburg.

That Reminds Me of A Puzzle

You can either solve the puzzle in Boiling Bay or Sizzling Sands (Don't worry I'll explain how to do both).

Boiling Bay

Go into the cave with Noodlers and Flaming Cheepoofs and you'll see statues of Cocomites. Each statue is numbered different with the numbers 1-4 just press them in the order of far right , middle left , middle right , and far left to open the path to Sizzling Sands.

Sizzling Sands

If you go here first you'll see Incherrito statues to your left, follow them in the order of close left , far right , close right , far left to open up Boiling Bay.

Say Cheese!

Once you unlock Cheese Sauce you can hit a Grumpus with it and then scan them to unlock this easy cheesy achievement!

I'm Stuffed

Using Bugsnax you've collected you can fully transofrm a Grumpus. Change their hair, teeth, body , nose , hands , etc etc.

In The Arms of the Gramble

After bringing Gramble to Snaxburg you can donate Bugsnax to his ranch, after you donate the max amount you'll get this achievement. There's 3 levels of donations, the first is 6 , 2nd is 12 , and 3rd is 18 total.

Halfway There

This one can also be done just by doing the regular playthrough as long as you capture 50 Bugsnax.

Clothesline

After you unlock the Trip Shot, attach it to the Buggy Ball and use it to to trip a Bugsnak for this achievement.

Talkin' Bout Bugsnax

Interview EVERY Grumpus, to make this easier just do it as they get back to Snaxburg. For Eggabell do it when you meet her in Frosted Peak. I don't think this achievement is missable so correct me if wrong!

Know Thy Neighbor

Bringing each Grumpus back to Snaxburg gets you this achievement as it's story locked

Dapper Capper

While you play the game Bugsnax will appear wearing hats, capture them to unlock hints for other hats (the hints will appear on the side of Gramble's Barn). Just collect every hat wearing Bugsnak to get 10 hats!

Candid Cryptid

The Snaxquatch will appear in different areas and disappears kinda fast once you see it. An easier time to scan it is near the end of the game when you hear Filbo calling for help, before you jump down pull out your scanner.

Documentarian

Watching all 5 of Lizbert's diaries unlocks this achievement (pretty easy if you're already doing the sidequests).

In Lizbert / Eggabell's hut on the shelf.

In Lizbert / Eggabell's hut inside the cabinet (complete Beffica's sidequests for the key).

In Lizbert / Eggabell's hut in the chest (complete Chandlo's quests for the key).

In Sugarpine Woods there's a reel hidden inside a bag, follow the edge to find it (though it isn't hard to see the bag in the distance).

At Shedla's hut there's a chest, do her quests to get the chest and complete Floofty's sidequests to get the key .

Grab Bag

Get all of the Snakpods in one area, just do Garden Grove as it's the easiest one to do. They make sounds when you get close so it isn't hard to find as long as you know the general area.

Befficas cave.

Jump onto the tree tops to see Beffica's window, there is a Snakpod hiding in the branches.

Find the Fryder cave, there is a Snakpod on the inside pillar.

Go to where you met Wambus, there is a Snakpod at the entrance of the area.

The last Snakpod is behind the pen.

Sundae Best

Similar to Combo Meal you need to transform a Grumpus with Scoopy, Banopper, and Cheery. (Break the Scoopy Banoopy to get all the parts separately).

Bossy Bugs

Beat all of the Legendary Bugsnax, you need to defeat the four bosses in the base game. Get the quests through members of Snaxburg as they're all sidequests.

Mama Mewon, Megamaki, Mothza Supreme, Daddy Cakelegs

Feeding Frenzy

Transform each Grumpus body ENTIRELY. (Feed gramble when hes asleep, put stuff in Shedla's box).

Sidetracked

If you complete all 38 missions you'll get the achievement. Talk to each Wumpus everyday, check your mail, and do all their quests even if its a frustrating one!

Got to Catch Them All

Very time consuming task but can be done! Collect all 100 Bugsnax in the base game, if you beat every sidequest you can find each Bugsnak just collect as you go.

Deep Impact

There's the Broken Tooth DLC. beat the DLCs story and return to Snaxburg for the achievement to go off.

Live Laugh Hut

Decorate your hut to the fullest, do this achievement later after completing the request missions from your mailbox to upgrade your hut and get items from Snaxburg members.

Survivor

Make sure all of the Grumpuses survive at the end of the game, if you beat all of the sidequests before going to end game content then everyone is invincible and will survive. If they aren't invincible when you do the end game just make sure none of the residents get touched by a Snakbug. (You can reload your save just before the end game you can complete all the stuff you missed).

Vacation's End

Earn this by completing the main story of Bugsnax!

This was definitely a lot shorter than Spyro was LOL. Congrats on beating Bugsnax and thank you for reading my guide! Skill point guide for Spyro will also be posted today!

#completionist #achievement hunting #playstation #IRLGuppy Guides #Youtube #twitch #vtuber #virtual youtuber #bugsnax #bugsnak

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Mother Naturae and Relation to The Queens Theory

Mother Naturae is a massive figure in grumpus religion, basically being the grumpus version of Jesus.

The religion seems to focus on respecting nature and rejecting things that are unnatural. Many stories have been told about the Mother’s Mythos, most of which we learn from Shelda.

TLDR: Mother Naturae was a kind and wise soul that fought against the Toxin. On Broken Tooth, the Toxin’s influence grew so great that the Mother punished her followers by sending the island to the bottom of the sea. Survivors went on to spread the word that the Toxin must not be consumed.

Shelda, understandably, is annoyed by the two split depictions of the Mother she encounters on Broken Tooth. One who turned wrathful and actively helped with the Toxin (Bugsnax), and one who was merciful and fought the Toxin. However, I believe I know exactly what’s going on here.

The Mother Naturae religion fused the two Queens. One for the appearance, one for the story.

In the time she was around on Broken Tooth, Mother Naturae was clearly a well respected figure by the Stone Grumps, having various shrines and statues built of her.

But she also appeared in what seems to be a prophecy.

This prophesy seems to be about how the Stone Grumps would sacrifice members of their society to the Bugsnax in order to appease some higher power (possibly related to Bugsnax), and when the day came for this power to enact their wrath (the solar eclipse/eyeclipse), Mother Naturae would save them.

I think that this prophecy was misinterpreted, however, by the leader grumpus (the one with the curvy horns). When the eclipse/eyeclipse came, the leader instead sacrificed Mother Naturae, thinking that was the meaning of the prophesy.

Imagine being her. Imagine being a respected and beloved figure in your community, and on the day where the prophesy is coming true, you’re killed without even a second thought.

I’d be pissed too.

Thus, the first Queen was born. And you may say, “Sheepe, that’s not Mother Naturae, the statues only have 1 tooth.”

Bugsnax can regenerate body parts.

So Mother Naturae aka The First Queen enacted her revenge and trashed the island, more than likely creating that massive crater in the middle as her stomping and thrashing sunk the island.

Survivors fled to the main island, Snaktooth, and survived amongst the Desert Grumps, spreading word about the horrors they experienced on Broken Tooth, thus causing Desert Grumps to be against Bugsnax and towards cannibalism.

Eventually, however, the Second Queen happened (possibly from a dying elder), and brought peace to both Bugsnax and the Desert Grumps. This peace wasn’t to last, however, and the Queen and empire fell.

Thus, now we have today’s modern Mother Naturae religion. The figure of Mother Naturae, a grumpus with an overbite, missing a tooth and having a headband, bringing peace and prosperity to grumpus-kind.

But those who know the legend, the truth about Mother Naturae, spread it best they can.

Do not consume the Toxin.

#bugsnax #shelda woolbag #mother naturae #tw cannibalism #cw cannibalism #sheepe theorizes #long post #tw jesus #cw jesus

[onetrickjeffrey]

Jaythony commission + "Struggle" short story

Absolutely in love with this commission from @cherryrollarts of Jaythony and Wiggle. Working with artists in the Bugsnax community has been such an amazing and inspirational experience for me. I love seeing my little grumpus interpreted in so many different styles, and I'll definitely be getting to more artists in the fandom soon! Please check out her page and consider a commission from her!

I intended this piece to accompany a short story I wrote out, showing a moment between Wiggle and Jaythony after her own experience with the Megamaki, but right before the Point of No Return. It's a short read and intended to be understandable with only canon game context, but a look at Jaythony's Bio wouldn't hurt. Find it below the cutoff!

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"Slower with the chord shifts, darling. It's okay to let the rhythm lag a little. Focus on getting those strings to sing with each other, even if it takes time."

Jaythony clenched his fingers as they stretched across the neck, then slid the pick down the banjo's crescent body. After a few stuttered swipes of his hand, he slowly shifted down to the next chord. The instrument sang in mild dissonance to the sound that preceded it, after which Wiggle smiled humorously.

"Don't sweat it too hard. You can at least tell your friends that you've played on the very banjo 'Do the Wiggle' was born from."

Jaythony managed a chuckle. "The very one?"

Wiggle nodded, and Jaythony conceded, "That's something I guess," but fatigue slowly overpowered his smile.

Wiggle relaxed down on the bench, giving an interested smile. "You've been catching my curiosity, darling. Whenever I need to stretch my legs in the middle of the night, you're still here, long after the rest of the town is out cold. And you're lost in the music. I think I even heard one of my little numbers flowing from those tin cans around your neck…but you look so despondent through it all. Maybe try singing your woes to me?"

Jaythony turned away in passive refusal. However, a moment passed, and his desperation overpowered him. He looked down at the banjo and replied:

"I took a direction in life, Wiggle, and I don't like where it's taking me. I thought I was okay on the sidelines, appreciating the creations of others while I stayed a…footnote. But now I'm in the spot I was preparing for all my life…and I hate it. I abandoned every passion I had because I thought it was the 'smart' thing to do for my future…I want to create again."

Wiggle tilted her head in confusion. "Then create again, darling. Who says you can't?"

"There's no room for me in that world anymore," Jaythony insisted. "I could've tried to be something when I was younger - an artist or musician or anything - and stuck with it like you did. How could I go back to that? That world…it would chew me up and spit me back out if I tried to catch up."

Wiggle stared solemnly, searching for the words to bring the dejected grumpus back to reality. Despite how distant Jaythony believed their outlooks were, she couldn't help but find familiarity in his woes. The words came to her, and she asked:

"Jaythony…what do you think I've been doing on this island?"

"Finding your muse. You said something like that, right?"

"I mean what I've really been doing, darling."

He shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"I've been going on a nonsense chase over these ridiculous snax. I almost got our little journalist friend devoured by an ancient seafood colossus…" Wiggle paused; her stare melded to the campfire as it crackled in the silence. "I took advantage of the few people who actually cared for my work, all because I was desperate for some magic inspiration to strike me again and put me back on top."

She turned her gaze back to him and continued with a comforting smile, "The ones at the top, the ones you think got it all figured out…they're still struggling as hard as the day they started. That's all it is: just struggle. Nobody forgets how to struggle. You just gotta give yourself the chance to express it again."

Jaythony stared at his paw as it wrapped around the banjo's neck. He almost rejected her words on impulse, but the toxicity that plagued his head began to subside. He looked to Wiggle and asked, "You really think, after all this time, I still have a chance to make something out of this?"

Wiggle chuckled, "Don't ask me, darling. Search for that answer yourself." She rose from the log. "Maybe get some sleep first though. You could use some."

"I will, but I just need a bit more time out here…" He held the banjo out to her and smiled. "Better not leave without this."

Wiggle reached her hand out, but stopped midway. "Why don't you watch over it for me tonight?" She requested, and began her saunter back to her bed. "Leave it in my hut in the morning."

Jaythony gave a confused glance, but before he could muster a question, it was back to solitude. He stared at the oversized banjo as he anchored it back on his lap, then planted his fingers as Wiggle showed him before. He gave a few muted strums, wary not to awaken a sleepwalking Gramble or an impatient Wambus. The strings were scratchy and dissonant as he shifted from chord to chord, which disappointed him, but he managed to find solace in the fact that it made any noise at all.

thank you so much if you actually read this far, I've been out of the OC game for so long I forgot how fun it was to think about these things

#bugsnax oc #grumpus #grumpus oc #grumpsona #wiggle wigglebottom #not my art #i haven't done much creative writing in like 9 years can you tell #jaythony simmersound #bugsnax

[bugsnaxmadethisblog]

Current very specific oc things that I'm putting in my fic.

-Rooklyn bringing Wambus sauce plant cuttings to help him regrow his garden.

In game you just collect sauce and then Wambus is like 'I got a new plant stranger.' I'm not sure how putting sauce in the ground counts as seeds, and even in game there's not a visible plant seeds on the sauce plants. From my knowledge of botany, that would mean the next best thing is cutting off a part of the plant and using that to grow a new one.

-Rooklyn lies about losing their original journal.

Explanation for this. Didn't want to show Beffica their handwriting, the amount of doodling in their notes, and also free journal. On top of this, Rooklyn stole another blank journal after getting one from her, cause they were snooping and also Beffica was a jerk to Filbo so yoink.

-Rooklyn often accidentally walks into conversations that they are not apart of and nobody notices until Rooklyn says something.

Effective startling strategy. If I ever draw this it'll be a visual gag, where the camera is shown to one side and as soon as it turns they are standing right there. This is based off of real life experience lol

-Rooklyn will not say a word when they're about to do something reckless and impulsive, they will just do it without warning. For example, throwing or grabbing something out of someone's hands and then sprinting in the opposite direction. Or jumping out a window or off a ledge to greet someone instead of taking the stairs.

This impulsivity ties into many aspects of their character, from the humorous to the darker aspects. I am having fun with the many scenarios this trait creates for Rooklyn.

-Rooklyn is the youngest grumpus out of everyone on the island, and they hide this fact for a couple reasons. To add on to this Rooklyn hasn't been a journalist for the longest time, and is trying to make a name for themself.

To clarify Rooklyn is in their very early twenties, while I headcanon the other grumpuses to be older than that, whether that be by a year, a couple years, a decade, or two decades. The reasons for hiding this fact is very closely knit in with their character arc, I will have a separate post on this.

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #grumpus oc #rooklyn thunderbounce #bugsnax journalist #bugsnax oc headcanons #from the void i rise #took a while to make this I have been a busy busy person