#bughearted

[unbeweevablebugs]

My friend found this fella at his job and had to send me pictures! A cottonwood borer I believe, a species of longhorn beetle. Look at that absolutely gorgeous little face! So jealous I didn't find it myself but I'll treasure these wonderful pics forever.

[dogwood-barks]

House Centipede (Scutigera Coleoptrata)

[werecanine]

might be a hercules beetle.. idk tho maybe like otherhearted

pictures of them under the cut

[honeyandbloodpoetry]

I finished my first painting in a long time today! I'm honestly pretty proud of it. It's a green june beetle, one of my favorite native bugs! This was an absolute blast to create and I can't wait to paint more cutesie crawlies.

Also don't doubt the cheap painting materials from Five Below. They come in clutch.

[squashed-bugg]

Regarding your most recent reblog, your blog has partially inspired me to question if I am a bug, to be honest.. I'm not sure what kind although

I'm not sure if it's a kin thing, or an otherhearted thing, or maybe not alterhuman related at all.. but I do know I like to be called a bug, and everyone around me refers to me that way

Bzz bzz. Makes bug sounds at you :) Maybe I will join you all one day

TUMBLR HAS BEEN HIDING ASKS ??????FROM ME?????? IM SO SORY BUZZ

That is so so cool!!!!!!!! I’m so glad i can be an inspiration for other bugs ( or not bugs ) like me

Whether you are bugkin, bughearted or bug-adjacent, you are welcome!!!!

I’m always here to try and help figure it out

[starscatteredsky]

could i request kin tips or den ideas for a not so local mothman?

Tips and denboard for mothman!

pt: Tips and denboard for mothman! end pt

wear a blanket or towel around your shoulders to feel like your wings!

use moth/cryptid themed neopronouns!

enjoy the nighttime! you could go on a night walk (safely!), go star gazing, or just decorate your livingspace with star/space/night decor if you hate staying up late!

collect lamps!

wear soft fuzzy clothes!

drink tasty sweet drinks if your mothmanself likes nectar!

make some antenna gear!

collect interesting or strange items you find in the forest to decorate your living space with!

prowl around quietly, or act a little mysterious/strange!

listen to forest sounds or play nature noises about your living space!

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hope you like these! i had fun with this denboard! -👾

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[grubstrate]

I should not be out in the cold weather working in the winter I should be burrowed fat and eating flake soil until spring

I just need some time enclosed in a dark warm place and then I’ll be alright

[paracosmic-gt]

Compound Eyes

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.