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This is a lurking acount so please ignore if needed

[heartfullofleeches]

Creep Darling who out stalkers their Yan because they're comfortable enough around the other person to deem them a friend/close acquaintance, and knows Yan already crosses boundaries most normal folks would find strange so if they can why can Creep?

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[Yan wakes up to banging sounds from their kitchen at four in the morning- Bursting into the scene with a weapon in hand only to find Creep Darling hunched over their air fryer]

Yan, immediately dropping their weapon: Sweetheart?!? You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here at this hour?

Creep Darling: I found a recipe I wanted to try that required an air fryer. You have one. I don't.

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Yan: Fuck, I lost my keys. I think i left my window open last night. Stay right here, love, and I'll-

[ Creep Darling proceeds to hand Yan a ring of keys including their own house keys, as well as copies of Yan's house keys, car keys, and the keys to their locker at the gym.]

Yan: ??

Creep Darling: You stole my favorite sweater and hid it in your locker. I like the warm towels they hand out so I kept a spare.

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Yan: Excuse me, I'm looking to buy some matching clothing for my sweetheart and I. Would you be able to assist us?

Store Clerk: Certainly! What sizes are you looking for?

[Before Yan can speak, Creep Darling gives their exact measurements to the worker head all the way down to shoe size. Yan stares at them, mouth agape with awe and confusion.]

Creep Darling: I've always wanted to build a coffin for someone. You're fairly tall and built so you'd be a nice blueprint even if you aren't the one inside.

Yan: ...Make it big enough for two, and I'll allow you to use my likeness for your little project, Darling.

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Creep Darling, thinking to themselves: It's nice having a person who matches your vibe and doesn't just you for who you are. Have I been wrong about friendship this whole time?

Yan: Why the hell haven't they kidnapped me and forced me to sign marriage papers yet?!?

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If MC plays with the antennas from the moth boys, how would each react? (Sounds stupid but I just wanna hear more Moth AU eheh-)

Man, I miss the moth au too, so why not?

Sans: It’s... oddly hypnotising, for him. His eyelights fuzz and dilate, his voice gets softer and lower, his wings begin lightly fluttering. It feels so nice... her hands are so small and gentle. If she tries to pull back, he’ll draw his arms around her and start subconsciously producing sleep pheremones in the hopes of relaxing her and convincing her to stay a little longer.

Don’t go. Do you like his antennae? Aren’t they soft? The rest of him is soft too, you know. Maybe touch his neck ruff. Or his wings. Look, aren’t his wings so warm? Aren’t you sleepy? 

Don’t you want to just... shut your eyes...?

Red: Playing with a moth monster’s antennae is like gently carding your fingers through someone’s hair. It’s an extremely intimate gesture, honestly, usually reserved for couples and family... and since moths don’t tend to stick around with their family long enough to make any kind of decent connection, it’s pretty much exclusively a couple thing. 

If she did that to Red, without warning, it’d make him freeze like he’d just been shot. If there were any other people around, he’d make a quip and back off; he’s not accustomed to that level of intimacy. But if they’re alone, the longer she plays with his antennae for, the more he’ll relax. He’s uncharacteristically silent... a bit too occupied by how nice it feels. 

Skull: Anything close to grooming is enough to get him totally incapacitated. It’s been so long since he felt a positive touch, and he was so convinced he was too big and terrifying to have someone be soft... yes, please, touch him, preen him, make him feel loved, show him you’re not afraid of him. Closed sockets, wide smile, deep purring that feels like sitting on a massage chair... he’ll tuck his massive head against her chest and curl his arms around her. Better hope she didn’t have any prior arrangements because she isn’t going anywhere.

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have you considered...zöo mothè bois? :D<

Of course, of course, as is tradition for the monstrous boys

They live in an enclosed building, with no windows or methods of natural sun getting in, to help with the issue of moth monsters being primarily nocturnal. The zoo has the lights turned on at night and the enclosures significantly darkened in the day- that way, the boys should all be nice and active when visitors are around. Mc is a worker there, part of the ever-growing crew dedicated to the care of the moth monsters.

Sans: He is, by all accounts, the star attraction. The newest addition to their collection of beasts, he was captured and brought in after killing and eating a wealthy/famous trophy hunter; his pretty wings have made him something of a celebrity. He dislikes the attention and constant eyes and mostly stays in his den... but like his zoo skider counterpart, he actually doesn't hate his captive existence too much. I mean- it’s free food and accommodation, right?

Mc’s been strongarmed into becoming his personal groomer, because he won’t allow anyone except her close enough to touch him. The zoo want their biggest source of revenue looking good, and someone needs to get close enough to clean dirt and blood off Sans’ wings without getting torn to pieces. He used to avoid cleaning his wings out of laziness, but now he does it because he knows the dirtier his wings are, the longer Mc will stay in his enclosure with him, brushing and grooming his beautiful wings... unintentionally performing an extremely romantic action with him for hours on end. 

Mc won’t deny she likes her time with Sans. He’s good as gold with her- dopey and easygoing, always grinning. She feels weirdly calm when she’s close to him. But she’s still cautious... she’s still on edge. Sometimes, when she looks at him, she catches him staring at her with a frightening edge to his grin.

Red: He's bored. That’s his problem; he used to be nomadic, travelling the lands to find the best hunting grounds, meeting people and seeing the world. Being taken into this stifling zoo (all because he killed the occasional unaccompanied traveller, how unreasonable) and bundled into a single enclosure has left him feeling cramped and snappish, even more aggressive with humans than he normally gets. How good he behaves depends entirely on how bored he is.

She’s his absolute favourite. He’s a massive flirt around her, trilling out a wolf whistle when he sees her walking by. If he’s had the right enrichment he’s her favourite too, gentle and well behaved, purring while she cleans up and doing little more than fussing her clothes. But other days, the days when he’s not had anything to do for hours on end, when he’s so bored he could kill... 

... He waits until her guard is down before he pounces on her and tries to drag her (kicking and screaming) into his den. He’s strong and he’s got four arms, he’s very difficult to escape, and she’s never sure if he wants to eat her or try to make moth babies with her- Red’s moods are why she carries bug spray on the job.

Skull: This poor boy was actually raised in captivity. Removed from his habitat as a baby and sold as an exotic decoration for rich morons, years of stress and mishandling have left him with a few... issues. Neglect made him deeply possessive of food, constant stress has made him fucking huge, living in enclosed cages for years means he can't fly, he has absolutely no idea how to be a moth monster. He's a high-strung unsociable mess with an incurable hatred of humans who just wants to hide in his den and never come out. The growls he lets out, when someone comes into his enclosure, are loud enough to be heard through the walls.

... Except... there’s one light in his life. Just the one.

When Mc comes into his room he turns into a shy mess. He curls into himself, he can’t hold eye contact with her, if she tries to bring him things like food or blankets she has to leave them on the floor and walk out because he’s too nervous to approach her. He’s got a huge crush on her and it sends him into a tailspin every time she smiles or says his name, colour spreads across his cheekbones and his eyelight dilates like a cat. 

He does, however, get a little burst of confidence when it comes to stealing from her. He’s an absolute fiend for stealing her things. If she ever drops a hair tie or piece of jewellery, she isn’t getting it back. Utensils vanish too. One time, he went right up to her and snatched the jacket tied around her waist before retreating back to his den again. He’s slowly gathering his confidence.

One day he might get enough confidence to just steal her.

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So from what I gather, wing, antennae and essentially just grooming in general for the Moth Bois is very intimate if done by the right person ✨✨ awwe

Is there any chance of them trying to do the same for MC to but the Human Version™? 🥺🥺🥺 E.g combing through hair instead of grooming antennae, giving back scratches in place of wing grooming and so on.

How long would it take for each of the Moth Bois to feel comfortable giving back that affection?

How often would they even willingly engage in grooming each other, and do they lean more towards Receiving™ or Giving™?

❤️This ask is pure indulgence I just really f-ing love back scratches and my hair getting brushed 👉👈❤️

(PS it's late here I'm very tired and English isn't my first language so I apologise for any spelling mistakes)

Sans: He adores giving and receiving affection from his darling, obviously; his whole shtick is getting Mc to groom him. The zoo thought he’d be aggressive with touch, but he’ll sit there for hours happily purring while she combs the dust off of him... he really likes giving Mc affection, too. Really likes it. To the point where it’s a bit suspicious just how snuggly he is with his darling zookeeper after all the aggression he showed everyone else.

He likes her hair. He’s always (carefully, not enough for the effect to be noticeable) using his sleep pheremones when she’s around to make her feel relaxed and calm, and when he thinks she’s got her guard down, he reaches out to run his claws over her locks. Sometimes she pulls away, nervous about a massive carnivorous moth monster putting his huge hands near her head, but sometimes she’s eased enough to not really notice and just let him give gentle massages. It feels nice after a long day.

He loves doing it, especially after she’s touched his wings/antennae. It makes him feel like they’re a couple grooming each other... you can pretty much see the love hearts coming off him. He wants to learn to braid.

Red: He’s handsy, obviously. He’s a huge flirt, she’s nice and soft, he’s got four arms and it’s pretty difficult to keep track of all of them, so every now and then when she’s in his enclosure and not paying full attention he’ll tug on her clothes, pinch her thighs or poke her somewhere she’s ticklish. He loves her startled, embarrassed reactions... he really likes when he goes in for a play-bite and she makes funny squawking sounds and tries to bat him away.

He enjoys her being close, and when she admires his wings he puffs up with pride like a courting male bird. But the softer types of affection, like antennae touching and outright grooming, make him embarrassed and fidgety. He’d rather things stayed easygoing and flirty.

Except... when he’s in one of his ‘so bored he’s gone insane’ moods. When he’s like that, he wants all of her attention, all of her touches, he wants everything. If she’s not in his enclosure but he can see her, he might even sing to her; absolutely obscene behaviour, from a moth.

Skull: He doesn’t want to touch, and if anyone tried to touch him he’d bite their limb clean off. He’s endured far too much for far too long, contact has always meant pain, he wants to be left alone in his den with his blankets where no one can hurt him. Mc happily gives him the space he wants, only entering his enclosure to clean up or bring food/nice things- he’s intimidating anyway, the largest of the moths. She initially misinterprets his crush and shyness as his usual hatred of anything alive, so she’s happy to hang back. 

She never tries to push any boundaries. It just makes the warm, fluttery feelings in his Soul even stronger.

... He doesn’t know how to be affectionate. He never had his wings groomed, never had his hands held, he was never sung to- no one taught him that when you love someone there’s ways of showing it. His instincts croon to draw her close and touch her soft hands and hum, but he’s confused, he’s still terrified she’ll hurt him like everyone else has. 

Until he can drum up the confidence to hold her, he’ll settle for stealing her things. He can hold those.

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In the moth au how would the bois react if she was forced to go to work sick? Would their reactions depend on how sick she is?

Sans: A reliable cure for sickness is a nice, long rest, right? She shouldn’t be working in this condition. It’s just not good for her. She’s not in the right mind, forced to keep working by those buffoons who run the place; it’s for her best interest that he steps in. 

The thing about the moths is that they’re only softies to (and for) Mc. For every other worker at the zoo, and pretty much every other human, these are still dangerous and powerful monsters with a documented history of killing and eating people. In fact, having Mc with them makes them notably more aggressive than usual, as they naturally want to protect their mate. If she fell asleep in Sans’ enclosure, nobody would dare go in after her to try and retrieve her- doing so would be like walking into a tiger enclosure while it’s eating and trying to snatch the food from under its jaws.

He’ll lovingly cuddle her unconscious body into his lap, wings wrapped around her like a blanket, pleasantly surprised at how little of his sleep pheremones were required to knock her out cold. He’ll keep her there until she decides she wants to leave... and given how deeply she’s sleeping and how comfortable his hold is, it’ll be a few hours at least.

Red: It depends on his mood. If he’s feeling normal and mentally stimulated, he’ll just follow her as she moves around his enclosure, watching her movements and listening to her cough with clear concern written all over his face. He might try to distract her from her tasks and get her to come sit with him instead.

If he’s bored, starved of things to do... unlike Sans’ gentle ‘convincing’ that she should stay, Red decides he’s going to be the dominant mate and enforce her rest. He’ll get her in his den, where nobody can see her and nobody can make her work. He wants her to rest and he’s going to make it her problem... it’s best she juts goes along with it because she’s far too weak to fight him off. The more she weakly struggles or protests, the more excited and pushy he gets, the more determined he is to win this ‘game’ and snuggle.

Skull: Since he’s so nervous around her, he doesn’t usually come that close while she’s cleaning out his enclosure. He’ll only get near if he’s stealing something from her that she’s laid nearby. But, after the first cough, she notices he becomes incredibly alert- and with every cough or sneeze, he stalks closer and closer, until she can literally feel him breathing down her neck... she tries to ignore him in the hopes that he’ll back off again like usual (everything on her person is tied on to prevent his kleptomania) but he doesn’t go away. He stalks her around the enclosure, on all six limbs, absolutely no sense of personal space- almost with his face pressed against hers.

If she’s not that ill, just a little cough, he won’t go any further than this weird obsessive staring. But if she’s genuinely sick... symptoms of a serious illness would be the final push he needed to snatch her up. He’s so massive that it’s actually in her best interest to not struggle in case it sets off his instincts. He’s not entirely sure what to do with her, he’s never cared for anyone before... but he knows that when he feels bad, he likes to hide in his blankets, so he’ll bundle her up in his best blankets until she goes to sleep.

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Fanart for Llamagoddess’ moth au, which happens to be one of my favorites. check her stuff out!

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this is the best thing i have ever seen. moth mc and moth sanses Factoids incoming

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Moth Mc is a little bit venomous. It's her main defence against larger moths that may (and often do) try to hunt her. Unfortunately, she can't actually bite the boys, since they're just bones; though she may still attempt to when she's spooked. You can imagine their absolute joy at how cute she is when she gets surprised, and instinctively chomps onto a stray hand with her tiny sharp teeth

But she has another very unique ability- sonar jamming. She can interrupt echolocation attempts that her big floofy antennae pick up. The only one who can still track her through her jamming is Red, as his time hunting during the day has made him good at many different tracking techniques.

Skull has the most issue with her echolocation jamming. He gets very distressed when she uses it. He became incredibly reliant on echolocation, during his time living in his cave, and because of his poor vision it's his main sense. When she signal jams, it's like he can't see her anymore... he gets frantic and emotional, desperate for physical contact to make sure she hasn't left him and she's still there.

Every now and then, Skull just gets tunnel vision with her. She does something particularly cute, and he goes into come here, wife hunting mode and nothing can stop him. He'll break down doors.

... Red is the only one that can get her away from a clingy Skull. He steps in sometimes, if she seems especially distressed and frightened. Nobody else would stand a chance.

She's got a pretty obvious crush on Red. Who wouldn't? He's the ideal moth husband. Strong, emotional, handsome, he would make an excellent nest for her to relax in after she's done hunting. She gets shy and fidgety around him.

... Red likes to tease her. He'll pinch her cheeks, wink and purr, 'oh you've got something in your antennae' (gently strokes her antennae), anything of that sort. Her flustered reactions are great ego boosts... but also, he craves the confirmation that she'd have him as her mate if he just had the conviction to ask.

She likes Red's scent the most. Sometimes, she steals things from his nests. He pretends he doesn't know.

Skull gets jealous of Red's superior nest building skills. Red gets jealous of Skull's better hunting. Sans steals her away while the other two are busy being jealous.

Sans is her favourite! They can talk for hours. It aggravates the other two to no end that she's so comfortable with him, yet her guard remains so firmly up with them. She'd never nap with them, but she'll curl up next to Sans and snooze for hours.

As a fellow moth, she's resistant to Sans' sleep pheromones, but not immune- so his pheromones just make her calm and soothed.

He's the only one she'll invite to groom her. The other two are far too intimidating.

Unlike the boys, she hibernates for a few months in winter! During those months she loses most of her skittishness gets veeery sleepy, almost drunken. So sleepy, in fact, she can be scooped up and carried around by anyone... the guys take turns carrying her so nobody gets too possessive.

Skull has discovered that, as a winter moth, she craves warmth. So if she's tired enough... when he steals her, his big wings and soft neck fur make her cuddle up.

[llamagoddessofficial]

perhaps maybe some bad guy moth crumbs? Mayhaps? Maybe?

ok ok o kok ok jokojokjfokdsjfokjokJLFKDSLKFJDSKF i love you anon, good question. This also ties in very well to all the fae thoughts I've been having.

Horror has the wings of a great big ragged peacock moth. They're large, heavy, and thick with fur. They drag behind him like a cape when he walks. With the way the mass of fur around his neck clumps and curls, it gives him the appearance of a lumbering bear - if he can fly, he seems to prefer not to, instead stalking the ground and picking off anything that can't get away from him.

His wings are very matted, very dirty. They have been for a long time. He... he would really, really like it if you brushed him. He doesn't mind how long it takes. It's been so long since someone touched him with care. Just... please brush him.

Dust resembles a muslin moth. Smooth, silky, grey. Too smooth - too untouched. The air around him smells strange, when you touch him its hard to tell what's the usual fine powder moths shed and what's something else. The rest of Nightmare's men have cuts and scrapes and imperfections in their wings, tears from battles they lost. Dust has no such imperfections. Almost like... he just doesn't lose. In some lights, when he raises his wings to attack, it's like the edges glow red and cyan. He is not the creature he purports to be.

You're curious about his wings? Cute. Why don't you come closer, have a better look? Why don't you stand close enough for him to see your lovely face. Then you both get something you want.

Whatever Killer was before, it's hard to tell now. His wings have been stained completely black, the only colours are the vivid red of two perfect eyespots, one on either wing. There's probably another moth pattern under all that black. Who knows.

Moth monsters often tend to shed a kind of fine powder, but it's hardly visible and pretty easy to ignore. Killer? His powder is dark, like soot, it clings to anything he frequently touches. Everyone around you can tell that Killer likes you, because his affection comes with great big black marks across your clothes and body. It's his way of declaring ownership. If he thinks someone is getting too cosy he sneaks up on you and hugs you to stain you for the rest of the day.

The exterior of Nightmare's wings looks like a pipevine swallowtail, with a lovely black fading into an equally lovely dark blue. Regal and elegant enough already. He keeps them folded around himself, as a makeshift cloak, and frequently decorates them with silver chains and precious gems.

The interior of his wings sports large, cyan eyespots. If he wants to, he can open his wings and flare the eyespots, causing a sudden rush of uncontrollable terror in whoever witnesses it. It's his decision how the fear affects the victim. He might want to make someone so scared they blab the truth. He might want someone to flee his presence because he's sick of them.

... Or... he might want to stop someone he's interested in from leaving.

[llamagoddessofficial]

You mention the moth Bad Sanses would like their wings to be brushed. Can we brush each of the of the Bad Sanses’ moth wings?

Despite being arguably the most physically intimidating and least approachable-looking of all of the bad guys, Horror is the easiest to brush. Why? Because he likes you. You're one of his select few people in his mind that belong in the category of 'family'. His instincts are very very strong, and from the moment he first laid eyes (eye?) on you, his instincts said that he liked you and trusted you - so nothing else matters. You reach toward him, and where someone else would lose a hand, you just get happy hums and grateful nuzzles. You could walk right up to him and start combing his wings, and he'd just sit down wherever he was stood, purring and nodding off to sleep.

Brushing Horror's wings won't be easy. They're old, matted, thick, a visual sign of his mental decline. But any effort you make will be appreciated more than you could possibly know.

Dust, though he absolutely likes you, takes time to warm up to having his wings brushed. He'll let you touch or pet, after he's made his interest in you clear, but mutual grooming is something loved ones would do together and as much as he secretly craves your affection it might be a while before he's ready to feel that way again. It's a big step in a relationship, and a big emotional trigger.

Give him time. He melts slowly. Let him come to you, let him play with your hair, braiding or twisting or just petting. Let him get comfortable with establishing that kind of connection again - let him spend nights holding you and realising you aren't going anywhere. He's likely to ask you while intoxicated, or very very tired.

It's the only time you'll hear him purr.

If you asked Killer if you could brush his wings, you'll find yourself witnessing an extremely rare sight - Killer unsure of what to say. He stands there, looking at you blankly, it appears for a moment there's a tiny white light in one of his sockets. Though he quickly tries to cover his tracks, agreeing and making some kind of flirtation out of it, it's obvious your gentle inquiry has deeply shaken him in a way you weren't expecting. He's more than willing.

You're gonna have black dust from his wings all over you. On your hands, on your face, on your brushes, everything. But you'll be recompensed with the rare delight that is a quiet, flustered Killer, blushing a vibrant crimson and sitting totally still. You might notice he keeps positioning himself to try and cover his chest; his Soul is wobbly, visibly pink, and distinctly heart-shaped.

If you have the guts to ask Nightmare, the vicious prince of moon and darkness himself, if you can brush his wings... he most likely will politely and gently decline. Just like Dust, his losses have made him unwilling to reopen to such care and attention. It'll take months of officially being together before he'll even consider such a thing.

... But your request alone will mean so, so much. Nightmare's wings are a sore subject to him. They are all at once a point of pride, a point of shame, a beauty and a terrible eyesore - the way they've changed over the years reflects how he has changed. His old wings were much prettier, much more delicate, sometimes he looks in the mirror and expects to see his old uncorrupted wings and the sight of the new ones sickens and confuses him. He's got a lot of mixed feelings. You expressing an innocent genuine desire to groom them is something he didn't realise he needed so badly to hear.

He'll think about it. He'll think about it a lot.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Non of the skider boys want MC wondering the forest alone. So they all insists of staying by her side and protecting her from threats. Cue the image of mc sitting on the back of their abdomen and clinging to their chest as they travel.

…………………. oh my god………….. i’m a fucking failure………… i didn’t even consider her riding on their backs……………..holding on like theyre giant eight-legged horsies……………… and skull dont have itchy hairs like regular tarantulas so he would be fluffy when u touch him………..

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What if mc has a bad reaction from skulls poison and slowly dying? Would sans notice she's with skull? Would they nurse her back to health or look for humans to help?

Skull and Sans know each other- Skull may or may not have tried to eat him once or twice during winter (prey stocks get thinner in the cold months and humans don’t tend to stray outside their homes). Skull watches in a panic as Mc, who was seemingly getting better, suddenly starts to deteriorate as her body reacts badly to the venom, getting paler and less responsive by the hour… he knows he should take her to a human doctor but he also knows that Sans has such incredible venom/antibody control in his fangs that there’s a chance he could create an antivenom on the spot if he knew what Skull injected into her.

He takes her to Sans, desperate, intending on threatening/bribing him into helping… only for Sans to grab Mc out of the larger skider’s arms immediately when he realises it’s her, calling her name and fussing her, trying to wake her up, trying to get a response. When he doesn’t get one he gets very aggressive and starts to threaten Skull while curling around Mc and baring his fangs- but after a quick explanation and a venom sample, Sans bites her and takes her back to his den, reluctantly allowing the REALLY nervous goliath to follow behind.

When she wakes up she’s being crowded by three anxious skiders who just wanna make sure she ok

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Later Sans finds Skull sulking after MC brushed off his mating song “dude, I’ve been dancing for her for years and she still hasn’t caught on. It’s not gonna happen bro”

The only times those two bond are when she’s rejected them without even realising, and they’re lamenting the fact that they’re not brave enough to put their feelings into words like humans do

(Or like Red does apparently)

[llamagoddessofficial]

How would mc react to the Skider boys eating their prey?

They’d always be very careful not to eat around her, but… there’s always a chance she could see something she’s not supposed to. :)

It’s generally an all-round horrifying experience. The guys don’t eat people anymore thanks to being friends with her (Red in particular couldn’t drink human blood anymore because it made him think about her dying) so there’s that out of the way… but they still certainly eat livestock and prey.

Sans is the least messy eater, so there’s the least amount of reaction from her. Because he’s such a small breed of skider he can’t digest solid food- so he always eats in neat bites that are dissolved in a cocktail of acids he forms in his mouth. He prefers cooked meats, so he hunts smaller prey like sheep and pigs so he can cook them thoroughly before eating… seeing Sans eat is just like watching a guy who chews a lot.

Red’s next on the messiness scale. There’s some blood on his hands, but it’s not all that bad; when she first sees him eat she just gets a reaaaally upset stomach at the sight of all that dead animal. He prefers his meat raw, and he can absolutely eat solids.

Skull eating prey is… really quite awful to watch. He prefers anything Mc cooks over raw animal so he’d only eat caught prey if it was in winter when he finds it impossible to resist the urge to hunt. When she first saw him devouring a bear, hunched over in a corner of his den, completely lost to the urge to eat… she actually stumbled back in horror and let out a tiny terrified scream. Blood everywhere, all over his hands and chest and face and the floor… limbs and chunks of fur and bones… she ran out of the cave in a panic to throw up in the grass.

He chased her outside, worried he’d frightened her off, but his fears were quickly quelled when she just demanded he wash his face and hands. She knows they’re not like humans, they’re technically still mostly wild animals, and she understands that they’re going to do things she might consider gross… but fuck, dude, can you at least get the blood off your jaw???

[llamagoddessofficial]

What's Hit's position for the Skider AU? Also, what do you think of Hit being Red's only living older sibling?

That would actually make a lot of sense lore wise! (I can’t believe I’m making a fucking ‘SEU’ skider extended universe…….) Hit was the first hatched and Red was the last hatched. Hit’s just naturally bigger and more powerful than Red and there’s nothing Red can do about it… Hit left the nest early due to being large enough to survive and thus avoided Red’s slaughter of the other siblings. Hit isn’t even mad about it- such a thing is normal for baby skiders. Only the strong survive.

As for Hit’s position, he’s the same species as Red, but he made his home somewhere else. He pretty much totally wiped the area of prey so he decides to move on to somewhere new… and elects to pay a ‘visit to’ (kill & eat) his remaining brother. But when he verbally attacks Red first Mc gets pissed and absolutely goes off on him, accidentally sparking his obsession.

So Hit makes a new plan… he’s going to steal Red’s mate from under his nose and make her his own.

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Hit: proceeds to hopelessly fall in love afterwards

oopS my hand slipped ;00

here’s a lil comic for M'llama since the tags on the skider Hit ask gave me some inspiration 

I tried to draw Hit a bit differently from Red, aside from the height, by adding some scars and changing the color a bit but that was the best I could do xD

MC’s design that I followed is by @catler00 cause why not

Anyway, love you lots Llama, keep being the amazing person you are

less than three

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 OH MY GOD ITS PERFEC TJAKKCKENNFLELWLEOFKFJ HiT YOU DONE ScrEW UP Red holding her back is honestly such a fucking brilliant detail like Hit sweetie you have NO IDEA how much he’s helping you just flee while you still have a whole abdomen

edit: forgot to add an @emperorduckling so I can remember who made this when I come back to it later- thank you!!!

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uuhm i hope youre still open to old aus, if not i'm sorry please ignore this!! but if yes, could i ask for headcanons on what it would be like to date skider skull? thank you!

I like ‘skider skull’, it has a nice ring to it.

Extremely gentle boy. He’s not as venomous as his smaller cousins but that bite could still crush bone and do some serious damage so he’s conscious of every movement

As mentioned before, he has a few weapons embedded in his abdomen- the last attempts of doomed humans to bring down the beast they’d foolishly engaged in battle. These injuries mean he finds it very difficult and even somewhat painful to spin silk. Whereas other skiders can spin silks for bedding, for hunting, for climbing... he can only make sticky hunting silk, and in small amounts

Because of this inability to spin silk for bedding or comfort, his wrapping instincts have to find another outlet and he finds himself pretty obsessed with smothering his s/o in blankets and othersuch soft objects. He always wants them to be safe and cocooned in something that smells like him

He’s not an ambush hunter like his cousins. So if you’re feeling like you’re being watched... prepare to get scooped up and snuggled, because he’s most likely stalking you.

He’s terrified of vacuums, please don’t vacuum the floor when he’s home, he will ‘hide’ in the corner of the ceiling

Baby doesn’t have any eating manners

Male wolf spiders can purr so I, at last, have a logical backbone to my insistence that my boys purr. Skull purrs and chuffs, especially when being scratched

He’s such a large skider but he’s very shy and his courting is pretty lowkey

He knows that the way he moves can sometimes be a bit frightening; he moves like an advancing predator. So he teaches himself to walk slower and in a slightly less jittery/spider-like fashion in order to not scare people quite as much

He’s trying his best!

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Drider au.... (Spooder bois)

OHmyGOD okay so I’m incredibly arachnophobic (just images of spiders can make me jump) but honestly???? A giant spider skeleton boyfriend could wrap me up anytime ifuknowwhati’msayin. Obviously the non-spider half isn’t gonna be a drow it’s gonna be a sexy skeleton… so that would make them… Skiders?

The height differences at the head between the boys and Mc is the same… but that really doesn’t mean they should be considered small. For those who don’t know what a drider is, or the rough spider -> skeleton body proportion I imagine:

So yeah. Skull is gonna be fucking huge

Sans: All skiders have their extra-large venom delivery teeth over the top of their regular teeth- and Sans in particular is incredibly venomous, able to control his venom with deathly precision. One bite and he can paralyse you, send you into sleep for a length of his choosing, or instantly cause your organs to shutdown. He’s based off a sazima’s tarantula- his spider body is black and blue. He’s also a mobile little shit and can jump with surprising agility considering his size.

He probably befriended Mc when they were both small and she went into the woods. Most skiders learn very quickly that humans don’t want anything to do with them, and might kill them… but they would play together, a newly hatched and lonely skider immediately falling for Mc when she didn’t run away from him like the other human kids did. In return he kept her safe no matter what.

Red: Red prefers active hunting- he’s not one for digging out a den and waiting for some idiot to stumble in and decide to spend the night. As such he’s met more than his fair share of hunters out to kill him due to his particular taste for human blood. He can eat animals, sure, but… human blood is his favourite. He’s based on a Brazilian wandering spider, and his markings are black and crimson.

He’s a… ‘friend’ (hunting partner) of Sans who kidnaps Mc upon mistaking her for prey. She talks to him a bit, trying to convince him not to chomp her, and he almost agrees to let her go… but just at that moment Sans comes out of nowhere and starts a vicious fight. Sans is pissed Red almost ate his future wife and Red thinks Sans is just trying to steal his quarry- meanwhile Mc is sitting there webbed up in a tree absolutely petrified she’s about to be spiderfood.

Once they calm down, she’s released from her sticky situation (hehehehe) and Red starts paying her regular visits, much to Sans’ chagrin.

Skull: You thought naga Skull was scary. This mf will make you piss yourself in terror when you see him. He’s gigantic, his venom delivery teeth are the size of your hand, he’s covered in scars and marks, he’s got a spear and several small knives embedded into the back of his giant abdomen… a physical reminder of the last-minute struggling attempts to live from the huntsmen who so stupidly walked into his den thinking they could kill him. His legs alone are longer than Mc is tall, and he’s roughly based off of a goliath birdeater spider, just red and black.

His injuries mean he lost the ability to create webbing so he relies on paralysing his victims with his venom or overwhelming them with sheer strength in order to make a kill. He bit Mc after stalking her, intending on eating her… but then quickly realised he didn’t want to eat her (pretty and sof) and spent a few days caring for her in the safety of his den until the toxins gradually wore off. During that time she got over her fear of him and they bonded over dumb nerdy things like their favourite types of plant… that he would then go out and collect for her, mostly to make her feel better but also because he was quickly developing a crush.

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Hay, sorry if you answered this question already before but what type of snake do you think the boys(+ Hit if you dont mind) would be if their Lamia versions had an actual real snake lower body instead of an ecto one? And what would their little attempts to court an oblivious MC be? I'm sorry if i'm bothering you or if its too much I just adore these boys and too into lamia skeletons.

Sans: Blue racer

Red/Hit: Red-bellied black snake

Skull: Boelen python

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Promised I'd add the courting stuff, and I will! It just took me, uh.... a few weeks,, ehhah

Sans: He actually kinda likes that she's oblivious, it... makes him more confident than he would normally be. Soft hisses while touching her shoulder that roughly translate into 'stay with me forever', wrapping around her a lot and acting like it's just his way of saying hello, giving her pretty things, running his finger very gently down the length of her spine or little toothy nuzzles against her ear and neck... all the smallest of behaviours with very loving or sexual translations.

Red: As great as naga courting methods are, he actually kinda prefers human courtship. Kissing and cuddling and flowers... He finds it funny. The most he does is get a little aggressive with other males in the area, and instinctively wrap her in his tail a lot; he likes when she knows he's courting her and that only happens with human courtship she's familiar with.

Skull: Providing, providing, providing. For this big boye it's all about proving he's a mate who can easily support not only his wife, but anyone else who might join their family. Until she tells him to ease it up because she really can't eat that much he's going to bring her a fresh kill every few days; it could be anything from just a bird to a fully grown adult bear (where the hell did he find it, bears aren't even native to her area-). She's really gotta step in and ask him to relax a little before he decimates the local ecosystem in order to court her.