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[nxghtlight]

Devil’s Flower Mantis Nightlight (and Beefly Manny)

Nightlight carries around a tall branch that has nightlight (Mycena chlorophos) mushrooms growing on it :P

Rather than give him armor this time, to mimic the backplate shape of the mantis Nightlight has a thick crocheted shawl that clasps at the shoulder with a giant button.

His primary set of arms tapers into the traditional mantis arm, and his secondary set has proper hands for… things that don’t involve punching at strangers that get too close or waving his arms around to look bigger.

Manny is mostly fluff and sweetness, though sometimes he gets a little tipsy from too much nectar.

@sylphidine inspired. ♥♥

[mira-eyeteeth]

I don't know if u had NDU asks for while and I LOVE ur Fanfics really I do. It's seriously well written than some sappy romance novels on dusty shelves in walmart. Will you write about Insect Au Pitchiner x Pitch on blind date? They're my favorite ship and It would be really interesting how Pitchiner will react toward Pitch and perhaps some spicy momment? please??

^u^ Aw, thank you very much, anon! I can do that! I’m running off the assumption that their first meeting was this one here. I’m sorry this took so long!

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"Piki, we are part of a species known for DEVOURING our sexual partners if things go wrong; what on earth makes you think that I’d want to go on a random blind date you and Proto decided to arrange?" Pitch demanded as Piki towed him forward by two of his arms. "In fact, the involvement of Proto in anything related to my sex life or my life at all is grounds for me to refuse it on principle."

"Oh, come on now, he’s not that bad."

"He is a NIGHTMARE!" Pitch scowled.

"Is that any way to talk about our dear cousin?"

"He’s not our cousin! He’s not even a spider! How could he possibly be related to us?" Pitch snapped, gesturing frustratedly with his two free hands.

"Our family tree is a gnarled, twisted thing, and its roots run deep. Who knows what strange blooms may have been grafted on?" Piki replied dismissively as he continued to draw Pitch onwards. "Besides, if you get laid, maybe you’ll stop being an insufferable pain in my neck. Or you can at least be tetchy at the other poor bastard instead of me. It’ll be great!" Piki pivoted on one foot, slinging Pitch into a little clearing that had two sticks set up as benches against a table made from a thimble. Pitch managed to avoid tripping over his feet and straightened up to survey the sight disdainfully. The thimble was draped with a hideous paisley tablecloth and a few small purple flowers lay on top of it; bittersweet nightshade, if Pitch’s recollection of the garden plant species was correct.

He only had a moment to take the sight in before Proto sprang past him in a blur of green, cheerily said “Hello, Pitch”, and a enraged roar echoed from the direction he had came from. Something huge and dark burst out of the foliage in front of Pitch, crashed through the ridiculous table set-up, and rammed smack into him before he could skitter out of the way. 

"PROTO YOU SON OF A- Oh hey, you’re not…" The thing crushing him into the dirt started yelling, but tapered off. "Ah! It’s you! Mr. Not Very Hungry! How ya doing?"

Pitch blinked all eight of his eyes and focused on whatever was on top of him. Oh. That beetle, from before. He glared venomously up at the clod. “The name is Pitch. And I would be doing better if you would GET OFF ME!”

"Oh. Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry. You alright?" The idiot finally shifted off of him and helped Pitch to his feet.

"Nothing seems broken, no thanks to you," Pitch hissed, brushing the dirt off himself.

"Hey, I said I was sorry. I was trying to get that bastard gr- He got away!"

"Yes, Proto does have a habit of appearing and disappearing whenever least convenient for everyone else."

"You know the guy?"

"Unfortunately. He and my idiot brother seem to have orchestrated this whole thing."

"Huh?"

"This was supposed to be some kind of date,” Pitch spat out the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth, gesturing at the trampled mess of sticks and thimble and flowers that was strewn over the clearing now. “But you managed to foil that, so now we can both get on with our lives. So long.” Pitch turned around and started to head out when a large, muscled arm wrapped around his chest and under his first set of arms and tugged him back. “Oi!”

"Hey, now, let’s not be hasty. I’m sure we can get to know each other better still. We just need to come up with something else to do. Never been much of a sitting around guy anyway. I’m Pitchiner, if you don’t remember."

"Good for you. Now put me down," Pitch snapped.

"You don’t wanna disappoint your brother, do ya? Come on, this will be fun!" Pitchiner cajoled, setting off in some random idiotic direction.

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"Naw. Don’t feel like it."

"I SWEAR I WILL BITE YOU," Pitch snarled, thrashing in Pitchiner’s grip.

"Save it for the bedroom, dear. And the third date," Pitchiner replied with a wink. "Hey, does our first meeting count as a date?"

"No!"

[mira-eyeteeth]

Missed Connections

I am so far behind on all my promised birthday fics I am sorry. Forgive me. u.u

For emeraldembers, some NsectDU Ice Crown! Trans-species courting gestures are apparently more complicated than first anticipated.

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Jack and Pitchiner had bonded over being the two herbivores in the bizarre little garden that the lot of them had called home. (Proto was also a part of the 'club' , technically, but the unsettling grasshopper somehow gave off the feeling of a predator even more than the Black brothers did.)

The large stag beetle was rather protective of his fluffy moth buddy, and in return Jack always made sure to show Pitchiner where he had found new reserves of sweet, dripping nectar or tree sap. They'd drink deeply from the sticky reservoirs, until they were pleasantly full and sugar buzzed through their veins. Sometimes they'd go flying together afterwards, though Pitchiner was a clumsy flyer to begin with and the giggly rush from the nectar didn't improve matters any, more often than not he'd challenge Jack to a race (he had to win eventually), and end up crashing into the ground halfway through the course, wings still buzzing and freed from their shields. Jack would swerve back around, abandoning the contest to help Pitchiner back to his feet and brush dirt and leaf-litter off of him. The big beetle would grin, chagrined, and demand to return the favor, the two of them settling down to let Pitchiner comb his four hands gently through the soft fur that Jack sported, cleaning and neatening.

Jack wasn't much for talking, but that was okay. Pitchiner did enough for the both of them; the moth was an adept listener.

So Pitchiner had been surprised, one evening, when Jack fluttered out of the sky and started to sing. Though maybe singing wasn't the right term for it, it was more of a high, steady hum-vibration that he felt more in his bones than with his ears. It rose and fell, the sound swelling through the air, and finished with a lower-pitched chirp sound as Jack landed and looked expectantly up at Pitchiner, antennae perked up and quivering.

"That's, uh... that was real nice, kid," Pitchiner said, not entirely sure what to make of that particular display.

That apparently didn't seem to be the right response, as the moth blinked and his antennae drooped.

Then he seemed to shake off whatever odd mood had possessed him, grab Pitchiner by the hand, and tow him off to whatever new hoard he had discovered in his wanderings. Pitchiner didn't really know what he was supposed to have done, so he let the moment pass.

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Pitchiner had tried impressing Jack, he really did. He had made sure that his antlers were always clean and shiny, and took the opportunity to pose and try to draw attention to them when Jack was around, but the moth just didn't seem to notice. Even showing off his impressive strength to rip open a rotting log and show that he could make homes and provide protection didn't seem to make Jack interested. If anything, the display seemed to frighten him, given the way that he had squeaked and hidden behind a flowerpot and only peeked out when the noises of rending wood had faded away.

Pitchiner supposed there was nothing more he could do, then. He'd shown off all his best stuff. It was a shame, but Jack was a good friend to have, at least.

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It was a short while afterwards that they had settled into their usual grooming routine, Pitchiner carefully working out dirt and tangles from Jack's fur when he noticed that his moth friend had something different about him. A sweet, tantalizing scent that wafted off of the white antennae that sent warmth shivering through him in response, desire stirring in his gut. He wanted to drag the moth closer, explore every inch of his skin, inhale that heavenly scent, draw out all the fantastic sounds he'd imagined the other was capable of.

But confusion also simmered in him, making him hesitate. He wasn't sure why Jack was doing this. Was it voluntary? Was Jack just... practicing, or something? Maybe the pheremones meant something different to moths. "You smell... nice," Pitchiner said, trying to sound nonchalant, not pausing in his combing.

Jack sighed and twisted around, shifting so that he was essentially straddling Pitchiner's lap, and leaned forwards. "Well, I w-was kind of hoping for more than just nice..." he whispered in Pitchiner's ear, and the flood of want spiked.

The beetle growled and curled his arms around Jack, careful of his wings, and pulled the moth closer, pressing their bodies together. "Mmm, 'could've picked a better word, 'suppose. Amazing, fantastic, delectable..." he murmured, voice husky.

"Better," Jack agreed, one pair of his hands linking behind Pitchiner's neck and the other sliding down his chest to fumble with the other's pants.

[emeraldembers]

Fic: Twenty Hands Are Better than One (Jack/Piki/Proto, NC17)

Title: Twenty Hands Are Better than One

Fandom: Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack/Piki/Proto

Author’s Notes: For Twelve Days of Dorks. NsectDU; Proto happens across the evidence of Piki's last attempt to mate with Jack and pheromones fly.

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Proto had never really settled in any one garden before. The preening and fussing over plants by humans tended to kill off their occupants just as they were starting to get interesting, and Proto didn't intend to die in as pedestrian a fashion as being crushed by a shoe or choked by insecticide. It was refreshing to have found a home at last instead of just a shelter. The garden had been left to run wild by an owner whose interests lay indoors, and its occupants had proven thoroughly entertaining, the Black brothers in particular. Pitch was amusing in how easy he was to set on edge, and Proto liked to drop by and startle him every so often to keep him on all four sets of toes. Piki was amusing in an entirely different way; Proto couldn't easily place why he found Piki the more attractive of the twins, but regardless of the reason, he liked catching Piki off guard, liked playing predator to someone who would just as happily have eaten him in another life. Piki liked being bitten, squirmed delightfully whenever Proto demonstrated the strength of his legs, and Proto had grown rather fond of his masochistic friend. Proto tended to ignore his survival instinct in place of observation and analysis, but it was still alarming when he turned up to Piki's nest and found a pretty little thing cocooned on the floor, its nakedness emphasised rather than concealed by translucent silk. Proto wondered if it was paralysed or if it had suffocated, knew it hadn't been drained for food yet given the plump, hydrated skin of its cheeks. He damn near moulted when the moth snored. Interfering with a spider's meal was never the wisest idea, but Proto was a herbivore at heart and had to give the moth a gentle shake to wake it up, to check if it was well enough to warrant a rescue attempt. Bright eyes fluttered open, and Proto covered the moth's mouth with his upper hands quickly, recognising the fear in those bright pupils as pre-scream panic. "I'm a vegetarian," Proto said, keeping his hands firmly in place and hoping the moth's wriggling wouldn't attract Piki's attention from elsewhere in the web. "I'm here to rescue you." The moth stopped wriggling in favour of going rigid and blushing fiercely, and Proto pulled his hands away from its mouth, let them join his lower set in unwinding silk from around the moth's feet. "I- I- I, h-he, um," stuttered the moth, "He w-wasn't eating me." Proto rolled his eyes, lifted the moth's legs up to help him with the unwinding, and blinked slowly at what he saw dried on the moth's ass. Piki. The deviant. "I do apologise," Proto said, setting the moth's legs back down again with care. "I hadn't realised you were occupied." "I-it's okay. Who are you?" Proto tugged roughly on the silk holding the moth's arms in place until one of them could wriggle free, took its hand in his own to shake it. "Proto. Piki's cousin." The moth didn't so much as blink. Proto felt oddly put out. "Jack. Could - could you find P-Piki for me? He just - ran. I waited b-but -" Jack ducked his head, embarrassed, and Proto could understand why Piki had found the anxious little creature so appealing. "I think we should pay him a visit together," Proto said, pulling Jack's cocooned body free from the leaf he'd been pinned to and carrying him in his lower set of arms. Piki owed Jack an explanation for abandoning him, and Proto didn't want to miss the entertainment of hearing that answer. Of course Piki had curled up to hide inside a rose. Of course. "Cousin, dear?" Proto cooed, recognising the feet sticking out of the flower's petals all too well. "Care to tell me why you left a naked moth on your doorstep?" "Oh g-god," Jack said, trying to hide his face in Proto's abdomen, and Proto smirked, stroked one of his free hands through the soft strands of Jack's hair. Piki stuck his head out, fangs bared and face furious until he caught sight of Jack, whereupon his expression took a mortified turn. "That - this has nothing to do with you!" Proto cocked his head to one side. "You came on him and ran. Given that we occasionally fuck, I think -" "What is wrong with you?" Piki yelled shrilly before crawling down out of the rose, snatching Jack from Proto's arms and rearing up on his hind legs in an attempt to look menacing. If Proto hadn't spent so much time between those legs, it might have worked. "I could ask the same," Proto said, stepping closer and flaring his wings before pausing to sniff the air. "I could ask the same," he repeated, to Jack this time, watching the moth's feathery antennae flicker anxiously. "Is it the fighting you like, Jack? Or the being protected?" Piki held tight to Jack, seemingly unaware that the pretty and defenceless bundle in his arms was making himself seem all the more pretty and defenceless through the pheromones given off by his antennae. "Th-there's no need to fight over me," Jack said, and Proto's blood felt impossibly hot at the thought of fighting Piki for the moth, of stamping on Piki's chest until it cracked and split - - the smell changed, shifted subtly, and apparently Piki could smell it as clearly as Proto did because Piki started kissing him before he had a chance to work out what that change had been. "Stop," Proto said, relieved when Piki did with a look that was as reluctant as it was confused, and took off his scarf to wrap it around Jack's antennae. "I hope for your sake that's involuntary," Proto said, staring at Jack to search for any cracks in that innocent facade. Piki seemed shaken as he cut Jack free from the remaining silk that had cocooned him. "Would anyone be kind enough to explain what just happened?" "Your little boyfr-" "I made pheromones," Jack interrupted, covering his modesty with two hands and his face with another. "I, I panicked, I'm sorry, I th-thought it w-w-would be safe -" Piki curled up around Jack, wrapping the moth up in his arms as surely as he had done with his silk earlier. "Shh, shh, it's okay. We're fine. You didn't hurt anyone." Proto rubbed his legs together, letting out a low, irritated hum. "Well, if you two are quite done excusing each other's recklessness -" A small, soft hand grazed his arm, catching his attention. "Stay?" Jack asked, and Proto tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "Why would I want to do a thing like that?" Jack looked between Proto and Piki, took one of Piki's hands in his own. "I thought - I mean, you, you looked really g-good kissing and, I- I-" Proto pressed a finger to Jack's lips before the moth worked himself into hyperventilation, watched Piki's face as he stroked that finger down Jack's chin. "Well?" He asked Piki, keeping his tone light and airy, "I can't say I'm averse to the idea. Are you?" Piki's eyes flared wide before he grabbed Proto by the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss that felt like an attack, a kiss with more teeth than tongue and the threat of venom barely held back. "I'll take that as a no," Proto said when Piki broke away from the kiss, and grinned before starting to strip; he didn't bother to lend Piki a hand, given that the spider had limbs to spare and a naked moth eager to help in his arms. It was an oddly quiet moment, and afforded Proto a chance to better assess Jack. The scarf wrapped around Jack's antennae made him look disturbingly cute, but there were shadows under his eyes that gave away his maturity in a way Proto trusted far more than the presence of wings. He was a soft-bellied, lightly furred, delicate creature, and part of Proto wondered how Piki had resisted devouring him. Once Piki had finished shedding his clothes, Proto helped Jack to straddle Piki's lap, back pressed to Piki's chest and short legs spread wide by Piki's skinnier ones, and took the moth's head in his upper hands. "I'm going to take my scarf back, provided you can control yourself. If you make either of us aggressive again, this is over. Do you understand?" Jack nodded, held still as Proto unwound his scarf to free the delicate antennae, the feathery appendages fluttering instinctively on release. Pheromones were intoxicating by nature, so Proto was cautious as he inhaled Jack's scent, a slow smile creeping across his face before he kissed Jack deeply. Jack's pheromones were delicious in that moment, soft and needy and shot through with a hint of nervousness. Proto couldn't blame Piki for tilting Jack's head up to steal a kiss for himself; the way Jack went rigid at the first press of lips to his own before relaxing could turn anyone predatory. It only seemed fair to enjoy what he had access to while Jack's lips were preoccupied, and Proto decided to test a hypothesis he'd had about moths and their feet for some time, kneeling to take the soft pads of Jack's feet in his hands and stroke them. His hypothesis was proven when Jack gasped into Piki's mouth, cock twitching against his stomach, and as Proto continued tracing idle patterns with his fingers Jack's toes curled, his wings trembling. "Sensitive, are we?" Proto asked, lifting one of Jack's feet to lick across its surface, the moth bucking up hard enough in response he almost slipped out of Piki's lap. Piki's irritated hiss at the interruption was as delightful as Jack's arousal, and Proto was more than happy to be dragged up by a long, skinny arm into another of Piki's biting kisses, Jack grasping eagerly at Proto's chest and Piki's arms as he was crushed between them. It was a pleasant surprise when Jack's hands moved lower, and Proto groaned lazily into Piki's mouth as Jack grasped and stroked his cock. Even if Jack's touch lacked finesse, there was a confidence to it that Proto hadn't expected, and he smirked at the evidence of there being more to Jack than wide-eyed naivety. Entertaining as kissing Piki was, Jack's hands had caught his attention, and Proto snatched Jack out of the spider's lap to lay him down on the floor, supporting his wings with one hand as he kissed the moth again, hungrily, wanting to know all the secrets of the shy yet forthright creature's tongue. Piki didn't appreciate the change of pace, cursed as he flattened himself down next to them, eight limbs being a disadvantage for once. He tried to shove himself in place of Proto again, but Proto pushed a leg up against Piki's abdomen, shooting him a warning look as he pulled back from Jack's lips, thirsty for more. "You need to learn to share, cousin," Proto cautioned before swapping from straddling Jack's legs to kneeling by them and sliding a hand down Jack's stomach. "There are other places to kiss." A heated look replaced the jealousy on Piki's face as he pressed a kiss to Jack's cheek, letting Proto keep Jack's mouth for himself this time, and continued kissing his way down Jack's neck, chest, stomach, lips grazing Proto's hand before they reached Jack's cock. Jack reacted like he'd never been touched before, breaths shallow and fast, long eyelashes fluttering and his hands reaching out to clutch Piki's hair, Proto's shoulder, anything he could grab with ease. Proto knew the talents of Piki's mouth well, but it was still fascinating to watch Jack come undone through Piki's efforts, to taste desperation on his tongue as they kissed. Proto could be analytical during sex at times, picking up on areas where there was room for improvement and instructing his partners accordingly, but something about Jack made his mind short-circuit and he wasn't entirely convinced Jack's pheromones were responsible. It almost seemed vulgar to attend to his own needs, but kissing Jack while listening to the wet sounds of Piki's mouth, the quiet hum of pleasure as if Jack was the most delicious thing Piki had ever tasted, that sort of stimulation asked for satisfaction, and moving to straddle Jack's face only made sense. Were it Piki beneath him, Proto would have fisted a hand in the spider's hair and guided him roughly, knowing what the spider liked, but Jack required a certain kind of delicate treatment. He could have let Jack use hands alone, but the growl Piki let out as Proto lifted Jack gently and offered him his cock was almost as delicious as the feeling of Jack's tongue tasting him; besides, it was fun to listen to the hitch in Piki's breath at seeing how innocent Jack wasn't, willingly stroking Proto's cock, willingly taking it between his sweet, soft lips to suck it. He could have happily fucked Jack's mouth until he came if Piki hadn't interrupted him after a while, hands wrapping around Proto's waist and tugging until he backed up and turned around, Piki's lips looking bruised and sore. "What did you say about sharing?" Piki asked, and Proto smirked, nodded. "Fair point," Proto replied before kissing Piki briefly, then trading places with him, watching Jack swallow Piki down just as eagerly as he had swallowed Proto. He had to give Piki a little guidance first, making sure the spider lifted Jack enough to keep his wings from being crushed - wingless lovers could be forgetful at times - but Piki was even gentler with Jack than he had been himself. Proto stroked up and down the inside of Jack's thighs a few times before lifting them, settling Jack's legs over his shoulders, wrapping one hand around Jack's cock and cupping Jack's ass with two of the others; he didn't need more than one for himself, not with everything else he could hear and taste and feel. He'd barely taken Jack in his mouth before he heard Piki cry out, legs trembling, and blinked at the discovery that Piki apparently had a hair trigger as far as Jack was concerned. Proto had enjoyed Jack's mouth thoroughly, but the moth wasn't that talented, and Proto had spent many a long and pleasant afternoon alone with Piki before. He didn't run away this time though, moved to sit behind Jack, all four legs curled under him as he lifted Jack's head up into his lap, stroking his hands through Jack's hair and down his shoulders. Proto looked up at Piki, curious but not so curious that he felt like pulling away from Jack's cock, and Piki looked back, face slightly tense. "Jack and I aren't as compatible as I'd like," Piki said, sliding a hand over Jack's face and slipping his fingers between Jack's lips, giving the moth something to suck on. Proto had to admit to being surprised when Jack did, with the same enthusiasm he'd shown both his and Piki's cocks. "Moths last... they last longer." Proto shrugged, figured his jaw wasn't aching yet and he had no doubts Piki would happily take over again once he'd had time to rest his own. "Twenty minutes is embarrassing to a moth." Proto did pull back then, giving Jack's ass a gentle squeeze of encouragement before he grinned up at Piki. "As luck would have it, so is forty for a grasshopper." a moment's pause, and Proto laughed. "Didn't you ever wonder why I always start without you?" Proto felt soft hands tighten in his hair, and allowed himself to be guided back to Jack's cock. Piki didn't seem to mind playing the part of their audience. The better part of an hour passed before Jack arched up, wings flaring and a choked-off scream on his lips as he came - and came, and came, soaking his stomach and Proto's hands, and Proto couldn't help but feel relieved he'd opted to pull away instead of trying to swallow Jack's come. Jack's soft hands had an iron grip, and Proto knew he'd carry bruises from them later, bruises he'd wear with pride. Jack seemed to damn near empty himself out, was incoherent when Piki helped him up onto his knees so he could set to work cleaning Jack without doing any damage to his wings, and Proto willingly spared two arms to assist, keeping the others for his own cock. It would have felt rude not to follow Jack in coming after such a lovely performance on Jack's part. Spider's silk wasn't ideal for cleaning, but it made do in a pinch, and rubbing a fistful of it over Jack's skin was a sensory delight. A three way kiss between himself, Piki, and Jack was an equally messy sort of entertainment, mouths and tongues slipping and sliding against each other without any real sort of coordination, and although Piki grumbled a little when Proto added to the mess with his own orgasm, he aided in that clean-up just as willingly as he had with Jack. "I think you have a taste for herbivores," Proto said to Piki, teasing him even as he nuzzled Jack's neck, post-coital bliss making him feel even fonder of the moth now than he had been when buried in Jack's mouth. "And you're just a deviant," Piki replied. Proto shrugged. He couldn't particularly argue with the statement, and wasn't sure he wanted to. "You're both good looking," Jack said, blindly patting a hand against each of their faces, not bothering to open his eyes. "Verrrry good looking." When Jack slumped in Piki's arms and started snoring, Proto doubted Piki was any more surprised than he was. Piki was surprisingly civil in leading Proto from his choice of territory, even parting ways with a kiss before retreating to do whatever it was he intended to do with Jack, which likely involved either eating or cuddling, neither of which appealed to Proto. Proto took the moment of quiet to enjoy a good stretch before heading off in search of food, and in search of Pitch. After such an entertaining time in Piki's company, it only felt right to find and torment Pitch with the details.