#bug boss

[treefrogeater]

It's Bug Boss Thursday

(I cannot for the life of me find the Original bug boss Thursday post)

[mayhembug]

hello it's me, th big boss and my smoko. hello, hai, hello 👋

i still like this a lot. My awesome image .........

[thebestpartofwakingup]

Where the FUCK is the bosselot Good Luck Babe content

[clumsycuphead-archive]

From Here

@skvllbug​

Norman was usually the last person anyone who knew him would expect to blow up at any given time, even upset he gave off the vibe that it might be only a mild inconvenience somehow. He probably should have expected when he all but started shouting and swinging it would attract attention.

But in the moment, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was particularly loud even when he did scream and yell, and he doubted a wayward swing could really hurt anyone. It didn’t matter though, his feelings had exploded like a shaken soda can and he didn’t notice much after that. 

At least not until he was being whisked to somewhere else, it took a moment for his brain to realize it was by G.uzma himself. He wasn’t really sure if he screamed anything wordlessly in the process either, but like a firework his explosions of emotion were loud and sometimes startling, but ultimately brief, and he had at least stopped swinging by then.

The boys’ tiny shoulders are trembling, either from emotion or exertion its not clear,and it takes a few halting breaths before he can try to form any words. 

“I-I... I saw a news...news report... Mm...My sister is... Shes touring outside K.anto now and...and they interviewed my...my...” He chokes a little on the word and his fists clench. “Th-they... they said they...they were proud of their only...only child...and they...they might tour with her... “What...what if...what if they mm...make it here...!?” Norman finally manages to get out and soon his mood flips again, only he turns his head down and chokes out a few quiet sobs, like he can’t bear maintaining eye contact.

[clumsycuphead-archive]

From Here

@skvllbug​

Norman was glad he had brought Echo along, the big G.engar was gentle and far more understanding to emotions effecting people than Whisper was, who might take offense. He looks uncertainly back to Echo, who is standing behind him with an unreadable expression in the doorway. Cautious, and concerned all at once, it mirrored what he was feeling, even if he had more trouble showing it on his face.

“...Guzma...?” He was worried, upset didn’t seem to do justice to what was going on here. He wanted to help.  Not sure if that would be accepted though, he wondered if he should just back out and wait. 

No, he wanted to try, being alone and hurting could be lonely and awful, he knew that.

“...W-would talking...help?” He ventures, glancing to Echo again for guidance, it was a question the P.okemon would usually ask him when he ran to hide in the tower back in his hometown. 

Of course that wouldn’t always be the answer, so he stayed in the doorway as to not invite any possibility of an incident that might be regretted later.

[clumsycuphead-archive]

“Looks like I have some things to learn still...”