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littlethingsmart · 6 months
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spw-art · 1 month
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I’ve been kicked out
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cat-eg · 2 years
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had a dream your icon came to life and was wiggling around
god i wish that were me
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kirbyofthestars · 18 days
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a fairly detailed kirby oc ask meme
🪐 (Saturn) - What planet are they from? Is it in Gamble Galaxy, Another Dimension, the Mirror World, the New World, or somewhere else? Where do they live now?
🧃 (Juicebox) - What species are they? What’s their biology and physiology like? Do they differ in any way from a ‘typical’ member of their species?
⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]
🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]
💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?
🪽 (Wing) - Can they fly, hover, or levitate? Is it through natural means or artificial means? If they have wings, what do they look and feel like?
🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?
🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.
☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?
🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?
🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?
⚡️ (Lightning Bolt) - Which Power Effects [Blizzard, Bluster, Sizzle, Splash, Zap] would their attacks grant? Do they have any particular weaknesses or resistances, elemental or otherwise?
🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?
💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?
💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?
⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?
⚖️ (Scales) - On the subject of a certain someone’s lengthy rant; is your OC moreso on the side of magic or science? Somewhere in-between? Do they incorporate the two together in some way?
🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?
🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?
🐛 (Caterpillar) - What are your OC’s greatest fears, and why? How do they act or react when they’re afraid?
💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?
🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?
♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?
🕸️ (Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three.
💜 (Purple Heart) - If they were corrupted by the Jamba Heart, which negative traits of theirs would be amplified?
🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?
🦁 (Lion) - If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to?
🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?
🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?
🦋 (Butterfly) - Does your OC ‘fear the reaper’, so to speak? If they fused with Morpho Knight, what sort of form would they take on?
🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?
🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?
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jewellery-box · 2 months
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Mechanical Mouse
The Bowes Museum
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This mechanical mouse is the same size and scale as a real mouse. When wound up, it runs around, stops and continues its journey in a way very similar to that of a real mouse.  It is essentially a 'fun' item designed to amuse, with materials and techniques very similar to those of jewellery. It was probably made by the Swiss maker Henri Maillardet, an associate of the more famous maker Jacquet Droz of Geneva. He is known to have exhibited  in London in 1810-20 with Paul de Philipsthal in the 'Philipsthal and Malliardet Automatical Theatre', which featured  a 'Siberian Mouse', an 'Egyptian' Lizard', and an 'Ethiopian Caterpillar'. Exhibitions of their work also took place in New York in 1828 and 1836. 
Joséphine Bowes' father was a clock or watchmaker, and this might account for the particular number of clocks, watches and other mechanical items in the collection. It was bought  by Joséphine Bowes in London in 12th May 1871 for £22, shortly before John Bowes' birthday. John  used to call her 'Puss', and one can imagine his 'puss' presenting him with a gold mouse on his 60th birthday!
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crevicedwelling · 28 days
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hello! would you be able to help me identify this... thing? my mom is convinced this is the egg sac of some sort of bug but neither of us have any idea what kind it may be. is this even a bug thing? if so, what kind? thanks ♡
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posting this one on my main since I need a reminder to get through all of the bug submissions on @crawlingkind + also I have some specimens to share!
that is a structure made by Thyridopteryx ephemeraeformis, a species of bagworm moth. I’m not sure if it’s occupied since empty bags can stick around for years but it could contain either a larva, a pupa, or an adult female. the caterpillars can eat a wide range of plants, and incorporate items from their environment into a sturdy, weatherproof silken bag, which they drag behind them wherever they go. once they are ready, they tie the bag to a perch and pupate. only the male emerges as a recognizeable moth, and flutters around in search of females.
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a male and a small case, probably from another male.
the adult female is often described as remaining larviform, but she is even more wormlike than the caterpillars: she is a featureless tube of fat and egg-laying machinery, lacking functional eyes or antennae, and with no legs or wings to speak of. she will die in the bag, surrounded by her eggs, who will hatch the following season.
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AllMight: Hey, Aizawa? Did You ever want support items aside from your capture weapon???
Aizawa: ....I tried a jet pack once...
AllMight: A JET PACK???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Aizawa: Nope. I attached it to my sleeping bag for fast transport with a layer of protection.
AllMight: Well...what happened???
Aizawa: I discontinued the jet pack...
Aizawa: because Mic was TERRIFIED.
AllMight: Did he think you'd crash?
Aizawa: No, he thought I looked like a giant caterpillar with rocket boosters.
Mic: Yeah I threatened to break up with him.
Aizawa: he was crying
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fafnir19 · 4 months
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A swimming lesson
It was another typical day at school, and as usual, I found myself in the crosshairs of Mr. Coachman's disdain. My name is Tristan, and I am what one might call an "unsporty" student. Thin, nerdy, and full of useless facts, I was the kid who always got picked last in gym class. Mr Coachman, a former athlete turned sport and philosophy teacher, had no patience for my know-it-all attitude. He believed that my incessant need to correct everyone was hindering the class and, quite frankly, his sanity. One day, Mr. Coachman approached me after yet another unnecessary correction during PE. He offered me a chance to improve my abysmal grades in sports by taking extra swimming lessons with him. Reluctantly, I agreed, desperate to boost my overall GPA. At our first swimming session, Mr. Coachman handed me a peculiar-looking swimming cap. He claimed it would allow me to hear and see his instructions directly in my head. I thought he was out of his mind, but upon putting on the cap, I realized it actually worked. It was a surreal experience, feeling Mr. Coachman's voice and visual cues echoing in my mind as I swam. The instructions were crystal clear, making it easier to perfect my stroke and improve my technique in record time. Weeks later, Mr. Coachman, noticing my progress, approached me with a new pair of swim goggles. He said they would help me focus better in the pool. Skeptical yet willing to try anything, I put them on and dove in. As soon as the water enveloped me, I felt a heightened sense of concentration. The outside world disappeared, and all that mattered was the water beneath me. Mr. Coachman's voice became a distant echo, guiding me through each stroke and turn. It was as if the goggles had transformed me into a single-minded swimming machine.
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Mr Coachman observed my newfound dedication and satisfaction. I was exhausted from the intense swim training, which left me with no energy to display my usual know-it-all tendencies in class.
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Several weeks later, Mr Coachman's next request gave me pause. He presented me with a slim blue Speedo and promised that it would enhance my speed in the water. There was just one catch—I had to shave off all my body hair. He argued that professional swimmers did it all the time for better speed and reduced resistance. I protested vehemently. "Shave off all my body hair? Are you out of your mind?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with disbelief. Mr Coachman, with a grin on his face, replied, "Of course not, Tristan! It's a small sacrifice in pursuit of greatness. Trust me, you'll thank me later." I crossed my arms stubbornly, determined to resist this outrageous demand. "Absolutely not! I'll wear the Speedo, but I draw the line at shaving my body hair. It's like asking a caterpillar to give up its fuzzy coat!" Mr Coachman's smile didn't falter, and he simply said, "Suit yourself, Tristan. But just remember, the pros do it for a reason." His words lingered in the air as an internal struggle waged within me. The temptation to conform and become the ultimate swimmer clashed with my natural inclination to rebel against such absurdity. In the end, though, curiosity won over. I figured, if I could endure the grueling training and wear these magical swimming items, what harm could a little body hair removal do? With a hesitant sigh, I finally agreed to Mr. Coachman's request. Trudging to the bathroom, I grabbed a razor, examining its gleaming blade with trepidation. As I stood before the mirror, thoughts of caterpillars and metamorphosis floated through my mind. I wondered if shaving off my body hair would truly transform me into a swimming powerhouse. With each stroke of the razor, I felt a mix of excitement and unease. Whiskers and hairs fell, leaving behind smooth, hairless skin. Trapped in my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder what my friends would say or how they would react when they discovered my newfound aquatic obsession and hairless body. Finally, once all the hair was gone, I took a long look at my smooth reflection. It was a strange sight, almost otherworldly. I felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration, like a sea creature shedding its scales and emerging anew. Standing tall in my hairless glory, I slipped into the slim blue Speedo. Ready or not, I was about to dive into the next chapter of this bizarre journey, hoping that my shaved body would indeed prove to be a worthwhile sacrifice in the pursuit of greatness. Emerging from the water for the first time in my stylish Speedo, I had transformed. My physique resembled that of a Greek statue, not an ounce of body fat in sight. I was an athletic swimmer, a force to be reckoned with.
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With my old clothes no longer fitting, Mr. Coachman outfitted me with a tight beige chino and a light blue shirt.
As I squeezed myself into the outfit, I couldn't help but complain about looking like a preppy dork. However, Mr. Coachman assured me that it was all about how I wore the clothes. Skillfully, he rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, unbuttoned the top buttons, and stood back to appraise his handiwork. "Aren't you a handsome devil?" he remarked with a satisfied grin.
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Surprisingly, I found myself thanking him, swallowed by a sense of excitement and self-confidence that I had never experienced before. Something about Mr. Coachman's approval made me feel alive and validated, even if I couldn't pinpoint exactly why I had become so susceptible to his influence. And thus, Mr. Coachman's cunning plan had come to fruition. Those magical swimming accouterments had not only transformed me into a skilled swimmer but also had slowly but surely chipped away at my once-sturdy resistance. When I wore all three items—cap, goggles, and Speedo—I was utterly beholden to his every command, a true embodiment of the "perfect student-athlete" he had envisioned from the onset. Now a member of the swim team, I had gone from a nerdy outcast to a charming and good-looking athlete, the joy of all my teachers. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Coachman's methods were entirely ethical. Regardless, I was living proof of his success, and the sensation of hearing Mr. Coachman's voice and visualizing his instructions while wearing the cap and goggles had left an indelible mark on my perception of swimming, forever changing the way I experienced the water.
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Don't Hug Me Neighbor
[Episode 1]
《You and your friends find yourselves in a new Home.》
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《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin. DHMIS also obtains potentially disturbing content, be mindful.》
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The four of ya'll walk outside gazing at the upcoming houses and buildings in the distance. "Why, why are those houses so far from our own?" Yellow asked, pulling on your hand. You shrug, "can't say I know."
"Maybe it's because we're better than them," Duck replied with a prideful look. "Or maybe it's because we aren't..." Red mutters, his enthusiasm becoming less with each step the group took.
In the center of the colorful neighborhood stood a brilliant red house, with a couple of other houses and buildings surrounding it like a circle.
"Wow, it's so.." Duck interrupted Red quickly.
"Dull. Very dull."
"What? No. It's not dull."
"I like it." Yellow expresses. "Yeah, he likes it. Why can't you?"
"Because that house has two giant eyes that are staring at me."
Your group turns to look at the red house, it blinks right back at you.
"Erm.." You pull Yellow closer to you as the red home sets its eyes, or curtains, on you.
"Oh c'mon now, didn't that stupid notepad come to life before? How is this any different?" Red Guy stares at Duck for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, he's right."
The four of you ignore the living house and head in another direction. Going inside a little shop with so many items you could even buy a shed there.
"Howdy new neighbors! The names Howdy! Howdy Pillar, welcome to the neighborhood!"
A caterpillar-like puppet greets the four of you from behind a counter and cash register. He holds out all four limbs for a handshake. Causing Duck to jump back into Red as Yellow stared in awe at the many appendages.
"Yes, hello, we'd like to buy some of your goods. May we take them?" Duck explains, and you huff out a laugh, Howdy too, was chuckling.
"No can do neighbor, you gotta tell me a joke and I'll give you your groceries. Simple as that."
"What? Is that the currency of this place?" Red Guy mumbles as Duck stews in thought.
"Funny joke? Uhm, you kinda look like that, w-worm, no, he was an eagle guy. He went inside my head and gave me a worm in br-rain." Yellow announced curiously, causing Howdy to become quiet at the boys' words...
Your lips becoming a thin line as you recall the incident.
"That stupid worm thought he was a eagle, ha!" Duck mocked. Unaware of Howdy's thoughtful expression.
Before he too, was howling in laughter.
"A worm that thinks he's a bird?! Hahaahhaha!!" The store owner laughed loudly, trying to catch his breath as one of his arms slammed on the counter-top.
"Never heard that one! Interesting delivery there, bud'!" Howdy ruffles Yellows messy blue hair kindly, "So? What can I get ya'll?"
You step in, a simple smile on your face. "Coffee-"
"Now hold on," Duck interrupted, looking up at you. "I have my own specific items I need, I don't want them to be lumped with yours."
"Okay? But what I am getting is for everyone."
"Right, but I'm not everyone. I'm me, and I need things for me." Duck reiterates before pulling out a list and handing it to you. "You... You want more paper? Why?"
"For my shredder! Keep up!"
"Okay.. Can we have some paper-"
"Oh! And Chuddle Dollops, please?" Yellow asked, gazing up at you with puppy eyes. You nodded before look at Red expectantly. "Uhm, I'm good."
"Okay then, so..." Howdy lowers down beyond the counter, placing the items you needed. "Coffee, paper and.. Chuddle Dollops? Hm, never heard of that brand before, I didn't even know that was in stock! Oh well."
Handing over the bags, you thank Howdy as Yellow shyly thanked him too. "Thanks mate'," Red said, holding one of the bags for you, Duck nodded to the bodega owner before all four you left.
"Hm, strange neighbor's.. But they seem nice." Howdy comments to himself before wiping down the counter.
"I agree, they all are quite oddities."
"Oh! Didn't see ya' there Wally. The usual right?"
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kenphobia · 1 year
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THE APPLE OF MY EYE!
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"my type of guy? it's wally's boyfriend."
summary. wally and howdy, a hilarious duo that you wouldn't expect to get together at first glance and no one expected them to bring the newest neighbor into their relationship too. (headcanons. read author's note at the end)
contents. fluff, slight hurt, mostly silly and sweet moments, reader is hinted to be a puppet. wally and howdy breaks the law kind of, these btches wanna be gay bowser so bad
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✦ Howdy isn't even sure what got him attracted to Wally in the first place, not that he needed a reason in the first place. Wally was endearing, kind and truly lived up to his name— He was a darling. And god, Howdy fell hard for his charms.
✦ And it wasn't only Howdy who fell in love, Wally too but he'd rather stare at an apple pie than admit he fell first. Howdy was a good man, and Wally was far from that. The caterpillar only knew a small bit of the not-so-good things Wally had done, but he still accepted him wholly. That was enough to make the painter want him.
✦ Their dynamic didn't change much from back when they were just friends. Other than Wally aggressively flirting with Howdy and distracting the poor puppet from work (He had to bribe Wally with a bucket of apples just to let him work in peace), everything was still the same and they didn't care if it wasn't that romantic.
✦ Howdy isn't the biggest fan of PDA, but he lets Wally hold his hand. Wally understands so that's why he spoils Howdy a lot with cuddles, kisses and hugs behind closed doors. Both of them are highly affection deprived, so they'll cuddle for hours without end whilst they stare at the ceiling or talk about their favorite things.
✦ Wally has a special room in home where it's just painting after painting of Howdy. There were some unfinished ones tucked in the corner, a few were hung up in Wally's bedroom and the best ones were set up to display around the house. Whenever Howdy does come to his house, Wally would instantly hide it in the room because he's too embarrassed to show it.
✦ Howdy knows about it though, Home showed the room to him once and he didn't know whether to be concerned or be flustered about it. He doesn't tell Wally though, letting him run around and panic about hiding them is somewhat funny to watch.
✦ The painter gets discounts on most things from the bugdega, mostly it's apples and art supplies he gets from there. Although, Howdy can be a bit mischievous at times and would ask a cuddle session or a kiss in return for certain items. Wally is more than willing to comply, he'd do it in a heartbeat, no questions even asked.
Wally lounged around Howdy's little living space in the bugdega, humming as he waited for his boyfriend to finish his shift. He gripped his pencil firmly, sketching out the final details to his drawing.
The doors creaked open, catching Wally's attention as he turned his head up from his sketchbook. Howdy walked in with a tired-looking expression, his apron hung on the coat hanger while his nametag was discarded and left atop the drawer.
Though, when Howdy saw Wally sitting on the sofa, his exhaustion was immediately replaced by a relaxed joy. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Love."
Wally shook his head, closing up his sketchbook and putting it down on the coffee table. He offered Howdy an understanding smile, "It's alright, I wasn't waiting that long anyways."
As Wally was about to stand up, He felt something pulling his entire weight off the ground as two pairs of arms wrapped around him. Howdy sat down on the couch with a comfortable hum, putting Wally down on his lap as he sunk his entire back on the sofa.
Red spread across Wally's face fast like a fever, his body stiffing for a moment but sooner relaxed within his boyfriend's firm but gentle grip. He has never felt so safe and calm before in his entire life, and warm too. Are caterpillars naturally warmer than most puppets or was it just Wally?
The two of them sat there while Wally fiddled with Howdy's hands, silently comparing it to his own and loosing himself further into sleep. Truly, the many pros of getting yourself a tall lover who loves picking you up and cuddling you like a stuffed toy.
Howdy, then, got a sniff of Wally's hair, It smelled faintly of vanilla and green apples. Howdy had to take a few seconds before realizing it was the scent of his shampoo! His eyes widened at the sudden conclusion, "Wally, have you been using my shampoo?" He asked the tiny puppet in his arms.
"Why were you sniffing my hair in the first place?" Wally argued back, a chuckle vibrated from his chest.
"I— Fair point." Howdy gave up, sighing in defeat as he adjusted his position to make both of them comfortable. Seems like Wally won't be returning to Home tonight.
✦ Before getting romantically involved with each other, Howdy always found Wally's staring a bit off-putting in some situations but he later learned that Wally really loves staring and it's one of his many ways of communicating his affection towards someone. Howdy also got the staring habit so he does the same to Wally.
✦ Wally really, really loves Howdy's eyes. He loves it more when he knows it's on him.
WALLY X READER X HOWDY!
✦ Wally and Howdy found you too adorable to even able to stay single, so they pulled you in their little relationship. Both of them are strangely clingy, with Howdy being less obvious than Wally who you always have carrying your arms.
✦ Speaking of the little painter, he likes to draw you and Howdy together! He mostly draw you two in his little sketchbook when you guys are fast asleep and have no idea that Wally is just ... standing right over your bed, sketchbook in hand and taking in every and any detail.
✦ Sometimes, you'd end up finding Wally painting the very same sketch onto a canvas. He quickly shoo'ed you out because of his embarrassment, but it doesn't really help since Home legit lead them to the very same room with Howdy paintings but this timez there are also paintings of you!
✦ It's better not to tell him what you saw because he will cry ans crumble immediately at your feet. If you did tell him, I suggest having a phone nearby so you can call Howdy to calm him down. Home isn't going to do much and actually prepared popcorn for you to eat, it's not like it has a mouth to eat the snack so...
✦ Howdy does the same discount thing he does to Wally to you except that he asks for a little bit more and adds Wally into the mix. The latter doesn't mind and actually joins Howdy into luring you to another one of their 5+ hours long of cuddling.
✦ Wally gets the most forehead kisses from you and he could only do so much by kissing your jaw oe your bottom lip, it's funny whenever he tries jumping up and down just to kiss you. He's just pull you down by your shirt and smooch you hard, pushing you gently and down on a chair before walking away with an accomplished smile.
✦You can barely give Howdy forehead kisses due to how tall he is and how much a teaser he is too, but you manage to catch him off guard and plant many, many kisses on his face. He does strike back by doing the same, but he'll tear up a bit since you and Wally are the only ones by far who has spoiled him so much of affection.
✦ Dates happen usually on the weekends or holidays, so you guys set up a cute little picnic. But if the weather doesn't look good, you all stay at either Wally's or your place, cooking from a reciepe book Wally borrowed from Poppy with some levels of difficulty. (He had to make an oath that he must quit cooking if Poppy found out he injured himself, Wally never feared for his life as much as he did back then)
✦ Wally would ask you and Howdy to be his muses! Sometimes, it's just you as the muse since Howdy is drawing side by side with Wally. If it's on paper, you always put both of their drawings up on the fridge.
✦ Your mailbox is filled to the brim with love letters from the 12 apples high puppet, and he even got Howdy on board with it. Eddie has to put both of them on a mail timeout because of how his bag was filled with love letters for days.
✦ The two of them manages to give their love letters to you regardless. Howdy would slip little notes of affection into your bags after you visited his shop whilst Wally would just break into your house and scatter his letters around. You had the enjoyment of watching Wally getting scolded by Home for breaking in.
"Home, I'm sorry—"
Home creaked loudly, angrily even as Wally immediately shut his mouth. He had his head hanging low, hands clasped together in front as he had this pouting, almost puppy-like expression. It was sad, embarrassing but you couldn't care less after you had to clean your house for 5 hours. You had no idea this little shortstack of a puppet could write and draw that much.
Howdy appeared to your side, sneaking his hand into your bowl and quickly munched on a handful of popcorn. "Wow, Home's really going at it, huh?" His voice muffled a bit due to the food in his mouth.
"Howdy, don't speak with your mouth full." You scolded him, elbowing his lower left arm. "But, yeah. Home found out about Wally breaking into my house and well... You know, house rights and privacies. Something along those lines."
Your caterpillar lover nodded slowly, unsure and confused with the whole situation. He took in a hesitant breath, the popcorns falling from his mouth and onto his hands. "Wait a second— Wally broke into your house, Home found out and is lecturing Wally about ... respecting houses?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Huh." Howdy paused, staring down at his hand. "Wait, you can't even eat. Why do you have a bowl of popcorn?"
"Well, you can't eat either, but you still took a handful of popcorn." You argued back, furrowing your brows at him.
"I— Fair point, yeah."
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author's notes. you ship your oc with howdy one time and now you also like howdy, smh. the duality of men does not exist unless it's for simping welcome home chharacters.
as always, requests and sugguestions are always open !! any support is appreciated, tyvm
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hotmentransformed · 1 year
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Thrifted Snapback
James loved perusing the thrift stores in his college town in the Midwest. There was something so magnificent about being able to style an entire outfit and personality around one specific second-hand item. Being so skinny, the pants he would buy needed to be styled with a belt, but it was part of the magic of being able to make something new out of someone else’s clothes.
In one of the smaller stores at the edge of town, James stumbled upon a section filled with miscellaneous accessories. Always a sucker for pieces that added a little flair to the fabric, James began to sort through them: a waterproof watch, a seashell necklace, some knee pads, stud earrings, and… a black snapback. 
James paused. He had always avoided getting headwear at thrift stores because of the risk of lice, but there was something intriguing about this hat. Lifting it up to his face, he took a sniff: it smelled clean, with only a hint of sunscreen. It was perfectly plain enough to add to any outfit of his. He wanted it. Trotting up to the cash register, he made his purchase and headed out of the store, hopping onto the first bus back to campus.
As soon as he got back into his dorm room, James immediately pulled out the snapback and put it on his head with the rim facing forward. Looking in the mirror, he smirked at how he stupid he looked. No one cool wore a hat with the rim forward. He pulled the snapback off of his head and turned it around, slowly placing it back on his head.
Suddenly, he felt a strange jolt of electricity surge through his body, starting from the top of his head and flowing down through his entire being. At first, he thought he had been electrocuted, but then he felt a sense of warmth spreading throughout his body, and his hair began to change.
His hair began to grow at an incredible rate, inching down his back and around his shoulders like golden waves. It felt soft and bouncy to the touch, with a texture that reminded him of cotton candy. The color of his hair changed too, shifting from its original dark brown to a bright, sunny blond. His eyebrows grew thick and manly, transforming from his manicured arches into bushy caterpillars. As he blinked, dumbfounded at his transformation, his eyes lightened to a bright blue color. 
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His biceps bulged like melons, with veins that looked like they were about to burst. His chest expanded into a broad, chiseled wall of muscle, complete with a deep, rippled cleavage that seemed to have a life of its own. Even his abs were impossibly defined, with six-pack muscles that looked like they had been chiseled out of stone. But it wasn't just his upper body that was changing. His legs grew thicker and more powerful, with quads that bulged out like balloons and calves that looked like they could crush coconuts. His butt, which had once been flat and unremarkable, now jutted out like a shelf, perfectly sculpted and round. His feet slowly stretched out on the floor, pushing against the hard, cold surface. His toes stretched and lengthened, growing thick blond hair on the tops, spreading to the tops of his feet and snaking up his legs. The thick blond hair found its way to his torso, swirling up into his armpits, which grew dense forests of hair. The hair began encircling his crotch, which pulsated with energy. With each electric burst coming from the cap, the bulge in his pants swelled further and further, causing waves of immense pleasure to emanate throughout his entire body.
James’ newly blue eyes began to water up, forcing him to bring his massive hands to his face and wipe them dry. When he took his hands away, he found himself no longer in his dingy dorm in the Midwest. Instead, James found himself in the sun on the beach in some tropical paradise. The electricity began to concentrate on his head again. He grabbed his skull, unable to focus on anything besides the waves of electric pleasure shooting through his body. He couldn’t think straight. The hat was doing something strange to him and it needed to stop.
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This was wrong. He couldn't be on the beach! He needed to get back to his dorm because he had classes tomorrow. He paused. Classes? He had dropped out of college years ago to travel the world. His head hurt. What was happening? He had never been this muscular before, how would he explain this to his friends and family? They would never believe it. James gripped the snapback with his hands, trying desperately to pry it from his head. As he struggled with it, the muscles in his arms tensed trying to rip it off, flexing his massive biceps and working up a sweat in his hairy armpits. His head felt foggy, but he needed to get this damn hat off.
Finally, with one big yank, James pulled the snapback from his head and tossed it into the sand, along with all the memories of his former life as a scrawny Midwest nerd. Turning around in the sand, James began to stroll back to the condo he was renting in Hawaii, leaving his massive footprints in the sand. Entering the house, he reached for his muscular abdomen with his enormous hand and turned back towards the beach. All the ladies at the beach were cooing at him and his massive body; they all wanted a piece of him. This was going to be a fun night.
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Caterpillar – Tiny fiend, chaotic neutral
“The caterpillar is likely one of the most marvelous creatures that were born, constructed or simply appeared in, above or below the buzzing streets of Falbheim. Of course, this isn’t just the rambling opinion of a sole avid admirer of critters and crawlers but a well-founded matter of fact. Nothing or no one else shows signs of such a commitment, such an enthusiasm and such an unparalleled understanding of the tinier world filling up even the smallest nooks. The caterpillar’s origin seems to be the only secret left to uncover for this fantastically fanciful creature, which in no way is just an accidental byproduct of a copycat’s hungering urge to devour other beings named by an ignorant, self-proclaimed expert and which was kept by said expert who then proceeded to reap all the kudos, all the glory and all the caterpillar’s outstanding achievements…now where did I leave my glasses?” – Unknown Author, A completely objective Report on the brilliant Caterpillars of Falbheim
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A Terribly Organized Almost-Essay About Suzanne Collins and Why I Think She Writes
Lukewarm take because it's been years, but here it goes: if there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that Suzanne Collins is not a people pleaser. (The author, at least. I don't know her personally lol). And she be pleasing the people, that's not what I mean! I just kept hearing the same question being asked over and over again. "Why Snow? Why him?? Why not anybody else? Really?? A prequel about HIM??" It really made me think.
And don't get me wrong! I'd slash someone's tires for a Finnick prequel just like the next person (Suzanne please!), but that has never been the point of her writing. The Hunger Games novels, and by extension, the prequel book The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, aren't just fun fiction reads. Yeah, they're gripping. The world-building is superb. Young people are at the center of it. And all these characteristics are great, but the thing that draws us in, that keeps us consuming her media like hungry little caterpillars, is that they are, time and time again, a captivating and accurate criticism, analysis, and deconstruction of the broken systems society experiences in the real world. I can only speak from my own experience as a Mexican American woman in the United States, so take all of this with a grain of salt.
The Capitol is colorful and fun and interesting and horrible and sadistic. And it is all those things because it is a symbol of our own real-world 1%, except our own glittering Capitol members here in the real world feed us the hope that we may reach their status if we only work hard enough for long enough. The Hunger Games system never makes that claim. In fact, they are fed the narrative that the system only works because they're stuck where they are. Suzanne Collins is taking everything one step further in her writing because it is a type of satire, a critique of the things we already know. So as an author, she blows it out of proportion so that her reader will say "look at this! How ridiculous! How would someone let the system treat them this way!" And it is ridiculous, it's downright laughable that an entire society, an entire country, would let itself be oppressed in such a cruel way by just a few people in charge instead of rising up and- oh wow, yeah, I see it. She wrote about us.
Suzanne Collins just organized everything neatly into boxes- well, districts. Because every district comes with some form of product that they manufacture, but much more importantly: a class. We go in order from 1-13. District 1 manufactures luxury items and District 2 makes weapons (but mostly trains Peacekeepers), so they have the most privilege and wealth. On the other end, Districts 11 and 12 are the agricultural and coal mining districts, respectively. That's back-breaking work. Not to mention District 11 puts kids as young as 12 to work, and District 12 is poverty-stricken and starving. "But what about District 13?" You may ask, "They make nuclear weapons! Why aren't they up there with 2?" Fantastic question. If we know, and the people of Panem know, that the hierarchy is very clearly set by literal number order, why would one of the most powerful and competent districts be given more power and be put at the top? Placing them at the end lets them believe that they aren't powerful or competent. I mean, jeez, look at 12 and they're before 13? I wouldn't believe I could make it on my own either. (We know now that's not how things go down, but it's a clever power move regardless.)
But after all this, would it hurt Suzanne to give us a single book just for fun?
Yes, I believe it would, that's the whole point. We're not meant to fall for the Peeta/Katniss/Gale love triangle. We're not meant to be interested in Finnick's secrets and early life. We're not meant to want to know the morbid details of how Haymitch won his Games (with double the contestants! Ooh. Aah.) We're meant to be horrified at every turn, at every story. We're meant to ask ourselves how things got so bad, how anyone let this happen. Suzanne Collins has written wonderfully fleshed out characters that grip us and make us want to know more, but the point has never been them or even their loved ones. It was never about Katniss or Prim or Peeta or Finnick or Annie. It's always been about the systems that let this story happen, and where Suzanne got her inspiration: the very real lives we lead. The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes shows us the same thing.
So why Coriolanus Snow? Because he is the catalyst to a broken system that only serves the powerful. If Suzanne were to write a novel about any of our much more beloved characters, then she would be writing the exact same book over and over about the same oppression happening in the same system. She does not write for the sake of bringing her very well-written characters to life, but to flesh out the poverty, the starvation, the power struggles, the horrors they experience. We know this because she writes a lot of her characters as symbols. (Coin, for instance, as the symbol for a power-hungry figurehead, or Prim as the innocent during war.)
Snow is living in a slightly different biome than what we know from The Hunger Games series. He has to make sacrifices and decisions for him and his family, but it's different. It is a view and critique from the inside looking in. This is not Katniss getting to experience the Capitol for the first time and understanding just how terribly unfair everything is. This is someone who is very aware of the way things work and playing the game to stay in power and keep their privilege. Not only that, but it's someone who feels entitled to all of it. In this novel, Suzanne plays around with power and people's position in it. What if a mad scientist was in charge? What if the creator of the thing that brought a semblance of peace was just as horrified as the reader? How far is one person willing to go for power? What if we saw the dawn of a world we're already familiar with?
So I hope she keeps writing, because I love seeing our world through her eyes and the parallels she writes from our world to hers of the injustices happening every day. Even though we'll probably never get the stories we crave, but that's okay. Keep putting those kids through hell, Suzanne.
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Hellooooo, so i wanted to request a oneshot of :
Romantic Yandere!Howdy Pillar x firefly!puppet!reader (gn). Reader is a new neighbor in town and just happen to catch the eyes of a certain caterpillar with their soft light...
Tysm for the request I hope you’re doing well or having a good day! This is a very exciting request I’m sorry most of mine are taking so long I’ve been having lots of testing from school and so my brain has been fried T~T. I literally had ask my mom what Lettuce was because I forgot what it was fucking called! Anyways moving on from that I hope I met your expectations while doing this request! I had done some studying of fireflies for this including Howdy because I had no idea how to write him.
Sparkle-group of fireflies ⚠️ warning- obsessive behavior
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You fluttered around the dim neighborhood as the sunsets glow lighted up your path. You had just moved into this colorful neighborhood. Finally after hours getting your boxes and bags unpacked you finally had some time to chill out in your half boxed up room. This was a start of your new life! You had wanted to explore and make your own path in life so you had separated from your sparkle even as your parents protested. Due to you being more fragile than most of your sparkle was the cause of your parents distress, but you brushed off their remark’s knowing that you’ll be careful as you always were. Even without your parents constant babying you had managed to thankfully never get hurt since you left. But after a whole year of searching you finally found the perfect place to stay for a few years so you wouldn’t have to rely on your parents care. This neighborhood was bright, cheery, and most importantly colorful you loved all the different colors here. And even the colorful neighbors brought you here.
You were wiping the sweat off your head stretching out your sore muscles. You usually slept in or just ate throughout the day, but you needed to get this done. So just as you were going to get some rest a sudden tall green man had waved out to you. Most of the neighbors had all brought you little gifts or greeted you throughout the day. All except for him being the finale one to and with a small basket of what seemed to be little goodies. Each one seeming to be all of your favorites from food to items.
“ Howdy Neighbor I’m Howdy!“ he chuckled extending one of his 4 long arms out to you to shake.
“ Nice to meet you too! I’m ____ you own that shop just across from here right?” You asked him as he smiled giving you the basket while you shook his big hand.
“Yup! That’s me come by anytime! I’d be happy to see you!” He waved to you as you both departed.
Well he seems nice!
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As the tall man departed he couldn’t help, but feel a longing as he left. Some odd feeling of wanting to go back over to you. Maybe because of the urge to talk to you more? It was it something else he couldn’t put his finger on. As he walked back to the small shop he owned. As he gazed upon the colorful road he still couldn’t brush off the feelings he had was he opened the door to his shop.
There must be something in the air today then. Or was it you corrupting his thoughts with your adorable glow?
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You stretched out in your bed yawning as you were woken from the sudden disturbance of someone knocking upon your door. Your feet tingled as they touched the cold floors of your new house as you sluggishly moved across to the door.
“ Hello Neighbor! I’m Julie this over here is Frank!” She happily introduced herself and her friend to you once again.
“ Julie I don’t even think they’re awake.” Frank remarked at your appearance.
“ …Oh! Yeah I remember you two you baked me that delicious cake yesterday!” You pointed out to her as she smiled brightly from the complement.
“ And you’re that guy who…Eddie right? Yeah, Eddie had dipped in the middle of the road correct?” You chuckled as he frowned even more turning his head around to hide his blush.
“ So wanna go out and find butterflies with us!?” She asked as you nodded.
“ Yeah it sounds fun just give me a minute I’m still in my pajamas!” You laughed before closing the door.
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Eventually after getting dressed you hung out with the two. You loved their differences in personality. Julie true to her last name was very joyful and quite the enthusiastic person. Frank on the other hand was very much the opposite of the blonde. He was sarcastic, grumpy, and seemed to only express interest in butterflies. Including a certain mailman too.
For hours you were surrounded by a gorgeous grill of flowers and tall grass surrounded you. As it sadly got darker the later you all stayed out. Losing track of time wasn’t the best for the two who seemed blind in the darkness. Frank had worried about the two of them going back home with suck darkness due to you all being far from the town.
“ Well than Julie how do we get back home? It’s not like one of us have some magical light on us!” He complained.
“Oh! I actually do.” You said lighting everything up to the shock of the man.
“ Wha…Oh yeah that explains the wing pattern and…” he muttered.
“ You’re like a human glow stick!”julie exclaimed in awe.
You lit the way for the two of them as you headed back through the darkened flowery fields while the grass tickling you. As the moons light now helped brighten your path a certain light of an opened shop owner had their eyes lingering on your bright glow. While you talked so joyfully towards your two new friends; he couldn’t help feeling that same feeling he had felt the other day. A slight ping in his heart seeing you with the other neighbors and not him.
Something in his heart felt as if it was pulling him towards you. Could this be jealousy? A deep longing? Or could it be both? What set him off the most was the angelic smile of yours as you waved to him almost had him drop his broom as he swept up.
What are you doing to him _____?
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You happily hummed a sweet melody while you were decorating your house in the late hours of the night. You didn’t ever really sleep that much so why not. As you were looking around the now not as messy household you could help, but notice something was missed. And then it hit you like a hard slap on the back.
You hurriedly stepped through the glass doors. It was late at night once again when you had come over to the shop. You panted as you ran in waving to the concerned shop owner.
“ H…hey Howdy! I’m ok.” You greeted him panting still.
“ Are you ok?” He asked coming over to you with his broom in hand while you nodded finally catching your breath.
“ Yup! Do you by chance have any ___? I’m so sorry to be coming in so late!” You apologized.
“ Don’t worry I think I have just the thing.” He reassured you before went to the back of the store bringing out just the thing you needed.
You gratefully thanked him as you were about to pay for the item. As you began to take the item from his large hands you had accidentally placed them onto pot his hand instead of your item.
“ Heh! Well this is awkward huh?” You nervously chuckled pulling your hand away from the shopkeeper.
“ I’m just gonna go now….thanks so much have a good night!” You said rushing out seeing the time.
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What is this feeling. It felt so peaceful when you were just here with him. Just you and him. Just you. Even as your hand held his he felt just so amazing. He bearly fleven knows you and yet he feels as if he’s been by your side for ages.
What are you doing to him? Why do you bringing whatever these feelings are with you each time you come near him. Each and ever time you smile his heart begins to race. Every beat booms out just for you. Each and every pang in his chest bursts out of his rib cage just for you.
Oh golly you’re just too much for his heart aren’t you?
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You have been noticing some odd things happening in your humble home.
But a main thing you’ve seen missing every time you’d hang out with the neighbors is photos. Not just any old photo but photos of you specifically. You couldn’t tell if they were pictures you hadn’t put up yet or did. You still were unpacking a few things left to decorate your house, but for any pictures of you to be missing you knew you packed seemed too out of place for you to forget.
You’ve been hanging out with most of the neighbors specially Julie, Frank, and Eddie most of the time. You would sometimes have a chat with Howdy because you didn’t want to accidentally take up some of his time while he was working. Plus it wasn’t rare for a certain small artist to try and steal apples. You remember once speaking to him while he hadn’t seemed too busy and next thing you knew he was kicking Wally to the curve with his broom. It was funny, but you felt bad after for being a distraction to him while the chaotic artist stole his apples. He even told you that it wasn’t a rare occurrence for Wally to steal apples from him. That guy must really love apples.
But besides that another thing you’ve noticed is the store owner acting a little odd. Maybe you just haven’t gotten to know him that well or you just assumed his personality too soon? But he’s seemed to know you a bit too well. You don’t mean like in a friendly. Well it was very friendly just in way it’s like “How did you know that”. For instance your recent conversation with the caterpillar.
“ Well goly look at the time! I better close up before it gets too late.” He noticed the once blue sky now turning into a darker hue.
“ Yeah! Well I hope you have a goodnight Howdy see you tomorrow!” You bid the caterpillar a goodbye before leaving.
As you looked over to wave goodbye to the tall shop keeper you were about to run into the wooden frame of the glass doors. Thankfully Howdy had managed to warn you as you smooshed your face into the window instead. Leaving an embarrassing and awkward out print of your face smudged onto the once clean glass.
“ I am so sorry!” You apologized holding your nose from the impact.
“ Are you ok!?” He panicked rushing towards you to see if you were alright.
“ I’m good just…smudged your window up.” You chuckled rubbing your noggin.
You kept reassuring him that you were fine he eventually stoped pressing you if you were 100% sure ok.
“ I’m just glad to see you didn’t chip a tooth again.” he chuckled.
“ Yeah… well see you later then.” You nervously said.
How did he know you’ve chipped a tooth on a door?
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I’m gonna make this a part two cause writers block has been a bitch to me recently. But I really loved this idea! I hope you’re all doing well or that things get better!
Sincerely- Cup1dT3a 💌
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I absolutely loved your off-season Sakusa fic! I was hoping if you could do something where he accidentally stumbles across something he thinks you'd like but he's on strict orders to not get anything more but he ends up getting it.
It's totally fine if you don't want to! Have a lovely day! (Stay hydrated and eat real, healthy food <33)
ooooo anon this is so cute !! and thank you for being so sweet , you take good care of yourself okay? kisses <3 [ this is my first req and i smiled so bad when i saw it bwhdjsjwkfjje ANYWAYSSS]
SAVING GRACE
[ K. SAKUSA. ]
your raven haired boyfriend’s eyes were heavy with boredom as he leaned against his trolly. you had given him a list of things to get , and only one instruction. do not splurge. kiyoomi thought he could, no, knew he could adhere to that. he wasn’t a child. so here he was in the toiletry aisle, eyes flitting across the tall and neatly packed shelves looking for the shampoo that was on your list. he let out a little ‘ah’ in satisfaction when he found it.
his legs felt heavy against the semi-sticky floors of the shop, shoes dragging against them when he made his way to get the last item-some deodorant.he needed some too, and seeing as he loved smelling good he knew where it was all too well. kiyoomi made a beeline for the section but stopped when a sweet, floral aroma hit his nose.
his eyebrows raised for the first time since he had entered the shop. head whipping around, he spotted a booth and immediately trotted towards it. a lady sat behind it, and as she spotted your boyfriend she smiled. “hello , sir! would you like to-“,” what is that?” kiyoomi doesn’t allow her to finish. he must know the name of this heavenly aroma. she was taken aback slightly , but answered kindly nonetheless. “ it’s our new fragrance, it’s called grâce salvatrice,” the word rolled off her tongue beautifully, kiyoomi thought. he pondered momentarily- his lips pursed beneath his black mask. “ what does that.. mean?” he enquired softly. the lady smiled at him once more, “saving grace, sir.”
kiyoomi would’ve never liked that scent before he met you. it was sweet, too welcoming and far too warm for his liking but it reminded him of you. the warmth and sickening feeling of security he first felt when he inhaled your scent. it buzzed in his ears and sent blood to his head. this scent reminded him of you for two reasons , first being that it was sweet, second was it’s name.
saving grace , the words echoed in his head as he checked out, holding not one but two bottles of the liquid in his hands. he thought about your strict instructions, ‘ only the list, ‘kay?’ you had said. he was in for a lecture. it didn’t matter though. the man knew that you were soft and if he so much as pouted at you just right, that you’d forget yourself. that always happens . he knows this because you do the same damn thing to him every time.
saving grace , he mumbles, his thick finger tips brushing the engraved words across the form of the glass bottle. it was round, a spout that look similar to a caterpillar and had a green gradient rising from the bottom.
saving grace, he thinks as he drives. why did this remind him of you so feverishly ? it took him a moment until he realised. all of a sudden he was back in college.
kiyoomi was standoffish and cold to the naked eye. the uneducated and untrained eye. not yours, though. it took a few months but once you had melted the tough, stainless steel exterior known as sakusa kiyoomi he knew he was done for. it started with the sparkle of your eyes as you looked at him or the warmth in his chest when you spoke - the little things that he so desperately tried to push away. it suffocated him at first. it snuck into his mouth and clogged his airways, infesting his lungs, his heart and when he thought he couldn’t take it; it hit him.
just breathe.
and when he did; all he smelt was you. your kindness, your understanding of his small social battery and the undying love you held for him. it consumed him, and he embraced it. you saved kiyoomi from a life of solitude that he thought he needed. that he yearned for until you. that’s why this simple, measly scent reminded him of you.
saving grace , he thinks as he comes in and unpacks with you. at first you sigh happily when you see no out of the ordinary items. you believe that he’s actually done what he’s told for once.
saving grace , he thinks when you groan at him as he explains that you shouldn’t be so happy yet. when he pulls out the box holding the bottles. you sigh a , ‘ and here i thought you were learning, ‘ but you still look curious.
you open the box, french words tumbling from your beautiful lips and the aroma invading his senses as you spritz some onto your wrist. the smile you sport with shut eyes is enough to make him fall for you all over again, and the ‘ omi, this smells amazing. thank you!’ prompts him to do so.you hug him.
saving grace , the only words on his mind as you hug his waist in gratitude. kiyoomi inhales and smells it all over again. you. the peace he’s always needed.
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