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Giant knights… knight pred… yeah I still don’t know how to name stuff so he’ll be unnamed for now
Hey guys… took me a year but I’m back in business. Honestly? I think I pressured myself into trying to post as much as possible and draw as much as possible that it totally stressed me out and made me just want to stop drawing anything in general. So hello, hello everyone. Here’s my new method: I post whenever I want!!! Does this mean I’m back? Occasionally! I’m pretty busy and whatnot so you’ll see a few posts from me. Also? I don’t care anymore who reposts or sees my stuff. I’m just gonna ignore all of it heh. Im just gonna draw whatever I like.
the giant: wow, i wonder what they’re thinking? they’re so beautiful. i hope they like the breakfast i cooked. i hope they aren’t scared of me
the tiny, who had a swig of the giant’s coffee, and is now experiencing 1mg of pure caffeine coursing through their tiny, tiny veins for the first time:
*gently places my hands on the shoulders of two favourite characters* hey. i love you two a lot. im going to bestow upon you a token of my highest affection *shrinks one and makes the other eat them*
My buddy made this amazing watercolor piece of my luna moth boy, Celeste Nebulae!!! Celeste is a dimension hopper and explorer and it looks like he's having a bit of brutal fun here. My friend did such an amazing job capturing him and making him a total badass. Plus it's gorgeous! Thanks. :)
Check out more of my friend's work here! https://www.facebook.com/CreatureOfHabitFA/
My dear friend @chubby-plushie drew one of my bugsonas for me! It came out absolutely AMAZING. Lookit that big smile!!!
This is Celeste Nebulae the Luna Moth, a big chonky happy boy!
He is an explorer and herbalist, though he's also a pretty good cook. With his herbalism skills he can function as a healer as well, and always has some sort of healing powder on stock with him. He can be excitable and tends to make friends wherever he goes, but also has a shy, awkward side to him at times. He has a bad habit of chewing on EVERYTHING, including his own clothes!
He has a little bit of magic power, though it is unpredictable. He found a tome during his travels and is self taught, but very clumsy with it. Notably he is good at both shrinking/growth spells (which oddly comes often in handy) and color changing spells (which is a lot easier than dying your hair!).
He is polyamorous as well, his primary partner and companion being Serendipity the Red Fox. They are in a QPR. :) He is a transman and grayasexual biromantic.
I identify as bughearted, mainly because it's probably the right word for it. I border on cambitherian.
An essay about being bug-hearted. Warning for mentions of insect mistreatment and death.
As long as I've known, I've cared for bugs as a subset of my care for animals. We as a system were always the one to call back in the day, and that didn't change as I came into my priority frontings. A moth, butterfly, cockroach, millipede, even spider was my game. I always took care to take them outside and put them in the grass where they belonged.
I loved to read about bugs, I wanted to own bugs. I cared and loved bugs more than others. I knew the feeling of excitedly presenting a caterpillar only to be faced with screams of fear. The constant demanding to be killed just because they looked different and were found in the wrong place. I empathised even if I didn't know why.
Alongside this, I was a prominent engager in giant tiny media through my own writings. I explored what it meant to be small in a large world through a thousand different lenses before finding out I had my own. I realised that I was in fact nonhuman, and the first kintype I confirmed almost immediately, was a tiny. This type has blossomed, I no longer call it a kintype but my anchor. I experienced life, love, and pain through the eyes of a tiny every day.
I identify as a borrower also, I watch and wait from the shadows. I admire humans, so different from me, from a crack in the wall. Accompanied by beetles and house moths. I feel genuine euphoria being small, it's where I belong - among blades of grass and grains of soil.
And maybe that's why coming back to bugs, my connection and affection to them became deeper. Because I now fully accepted that as a fellow miniscule being, and someone who experienced trauma, I knew how it felt. I knew how they felt - wandering in an enormous foreign world. Interacting with giant beings every day. Being ignored. Being belittled and lessened. Being stepped on.
If I was to be treated as invisibly tiny at least I would always have an insect beside me who knew my pain. There's a lot of pain and danger in the life of a bug. But there's always change. Metamorphosis.
I've come into a space of joy. I am proudly tiny, and I am proudly what I call "a small thing". And once I front in this body, I consider it my duty to protect other small things because I have knowledge of that existence. I have explored a hundred times the feeling a person gets when exposed to a massively larger creature. The fear, the awe, and the comfort.
At least now, I can stop my companions from suffering. I can be the kind hand so rare in this world. I can try my hardest to make my presence a home for insects which I love. Because I know that's all I'd want.
I would love you if you were a worm. I'd make you an enclosure and care for you. Because I am a bug too, even just in my soul and not in my form. I've become a bug, I've been made a bug, and I choose to be a bug. I choose to be your friend, you'll always have a place in my heart.
trying to catch a tiny but i just put on nail oil and hand lotion and every time i grab that fucker they slip right out my hands. this has been going on for ten minutes
