#insectify

[daemonsdaed]

[brightresearchers]

ooooooOOOooo 👻👻👻 its the ghost of palmer's ghostly spirit from beyond the ether... barry where do feebas keep their money

“At the riverbank, yes, yes.”

“You know, dad, the only dead thing in the room is the vibe when you tell the same joke every time someone asks where you found your Milotic. You gotta spice it up and just lie to people once in a while.”

[daemondaes]

pov you're noland's chest cavity

[m0tel]

:(

cover .. blown ..

[yearnstarved]

✧. THE TARDIS COULD'VE at the very least landed on a camping site. Clara trekked through the woods, feeling no better than some stranded contestant in a reality series. She began talking to herself as you would to keep yourself company and sane—or just nearly. So far, she discovered she was utterly delightful up until the sun began to descend.

There was cursing, reprimanding, and a lot of other non-descript sounds of frustration as she was burning the last drops of sunlight. The trees began to thin out, giving way to what looked like a cottage cabin of sorts. She stumbled out with all of her inelegance like the forest just spat her out because it couldn't digest her. Not many could.

Clara ran up to the nearest side and peered through the window without hesitation. Curtains were drawn which felt like a mostly good sign that someone lived here and cared about privacy. Sounds of shuffling were just within earshot when she shot right up and corrected her posture. "Hello? I've gotten myself a tad lost. Is this your cab—"

She rounded the corner and stopped cold, feeling the wind knocked out of her. "Your... Cabin..." She finished the question under her breath and unable to hold her voice together. "I'm sorry. You just look very familiar. What is your name?"

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[soulscaptured]

@insectify

this flash flood came out of nowhere.

it's not that bug is unprepared for it. however, this new park is not his lifelong stomping grounds, and the marked map he's been given to use by one of the more experienced rangers is almost a decade old. ( still, he isn't lost. he's headed for what's listed as a ranger's station at the edge of the grounds, even if he has to take a guess at where the paths are as they grow muddy and the water flushes leaves downhill. )

when said station comes into view however, he isn't sure what to think. it looks... occupied, domesticated, much more inhabited than the average temporary living space and it gives him pause.

the rain is splashing off their umbrella, soaking their clothes and drowning some of the insects crawling around on his exposed skin, leaving him feeling dirty as well as wet. he shivers at the realization of the feeling and decides to take a risk, moving up to the front door and knocking politely, shuddering in an effort to adjust their clothing without losing the temporary shelter.

[daemonsdaed]

*bug moaning*

"Ach du lieber...!"

[daemonsdaed]

placing here for prosterity xoxo

thanks, i think