Its always in my FUCKING HEAD

what kind of bug is in the egg ¿ or is it a bird ?

it looks. not good. too much like ‘ Him. why would i like it ? [ there was a slight pause, head tilting as the worm moves to attempt and shuffle closer. bumping its head against shoulder. ] thank you , i like this bit of dirt and want to keep it close.

i feel i need to tell you bugs are quite big most the time, well— some can be small. im a worm, and everyone sort of, looks the same physically ¿ as me . 💧 what is a cobra ? poison is touchy , i cant really die to it but it makes me a little sick, ive been poisoned by some beetle before.

《 ♢ 》 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿'𝙎 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 《 ♢ 》

【 𝙋𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙊𝘽𝙄𝘼 — [𝙛𝙞𝙡-𝙪𝙝-𝙛𝙤𝙝-𝙗𝙚𝙚-𝙪𝙝 】

you expect me to care for my own child ¿ i hate it with a passion only a father / mother / worm could . i have two handfuls do you have a cup i can put them in ?

i regret to inform you i do not have humans where i am from ! we have. . . bugs. ive eaten eggs though, for a lot of bugs.

im crying . 💧 it needs food so often, i sent the thing to be with the ants more 💔 they have an endless supply it seems. can i bring my dirt.

my biggest threat is that i will uneven a pinned if you make fun of me 💔

❛ 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐 𝘼𝙈 , 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘼𝙇𝙇 , 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝙀𝙓𝙀𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙍 ! ❜ 🐉 12+ уєαяѕ σf яσℓєρℓαу єχρєяιєи¢є . 🐉 мαт¢нє∂ ∂єѕ¢яιρтισи . 🐉 иσ тαвσσ α¢¢συитѕ . 🐉 иσ вιgσтѕ . 🐉 иσ αι-яєℓαтє∂ ¢σитєит . 🐉 иσ gσ∂мσ∂∂ιиg . 🐉 вє ραтιєит fσя яєρℓιєѕ . 🐉 fяιєи∂ℓу мυи . 🐉 иѕfω - gяαρнι¢ тнємєѕ . 🐉 ѕєяισυѕ . 🐉 ¢яα¢к .

im bawling ily 🫶

if you cry i will cry and actually probably drop to my knees in a pathetic ball ? hans. hans. my closest ever. that is new information , i will never ask you to hunt for my kid . ^^ do you want some dirt 🥹

tomio you are literally my biggest supporter and have been my ‘ day one ‘ .

and they were roommates!

you do not hunt for your food ? can you even hold your breath underwater for like— a week at a time to collect as much birds as possible ¿ i can get you birds. i am really good at it by now , , , no ‘ fish ‘ ¿ ? uhm , cook it ?

my first husband would have fed me if i cried for six hours straight and thats romantic

. . . do i do i eat this ¿

i have never had chicken. at least, i have never drowned one myself to eat. i usually wait til a bird swoops down from the sky for a drink.. 💧 cooked ¿ you ‘ cook your meat ?

oohggahhg rhh worm noises im so hungry

i need meat i am a flesh eating machine. i like.. bird. 💧

when you make fun of me this is who you are making fun of 🪱 (me)

it needs more protein thrown in. i am dying from a mighty lacking. hearty scraps… 💧

im on my knees im pathetic please feed me im so hungry I am so decrepit and ugly and gross @diseasedflowers.bsky.social

everyone smells so bad ( delicious ) and im trying to be on a strict diet diet please please hiic.. wwaa

round . rotund . full of dirt and. anguish.

💧 oohg eating toooo much dirt

so, i risk it all just to be with you & i risk it all for this life we choose.

it flinch a bit, the bug was not - the best in situations that involve tears that are not its own. but worm gives the others hip a soft squeeze, and the tiny fella urges hans to come closer. just so the kings arms can slowly wrap around the other. „ you arent alone though, its okay to be scared “

the bug watches for a short moment as he embrace himself, ears twitch as it just- stare. til eventually moving to place a hand purchased against his hip. head tilt, lips curl up. „ thats not terrible. i have before, maybe not the same directly. but . . im here “

it fidget a bit, fingers twitching and eyes darting around as if unease overwhelmed the bug. eventually it peek towards the other- staring for a second longer than intended. „ i- um . . what is new ¿ “

expression of a worrisome worm slowly rids as it pushed a hand out from the dirt and places palm in his. lips curled into a weak smile as the bug manages to get out. a little wobbly at first, kicking some dirt off its boots ; but ultimately and suddenly leaning towards hans. looking up through

its eyes widen and the spiraling red lines quicken with surprise at being seen- and approached ! ears perk up, cheeks deepen with a pink, and chin sinks into the soft upturned soil a bit more. just for comfort. staring up at him ; batting lashes.

, spiraling eyes stare up at @diseasedflowers.bsky.social - the worms head just slightly poking up from a mound of dirt in the garden. it gently bit against the inside flesh of its cheek ; ears drooped down. it has heard quite a lot through the soils ! and wait now, to be noticed and told direct.

powerful creatures that transform and … change the earth

— do you hold their lives , from a string ? … … in the dark the dark … the dark …