alt caption: “I changed my mind.”

✨ every bug has their quirks ✨ and dominance must be asserted over the shorter fork because that is Their Territory and They’ll be Damned if They Don’t

quirrel walking through the village and managing unscathed for the most part: I do not See the warning signs with masks on them because I am Blind.

the lords having some form of discontent in a way that there’s ANOTHER hallownest bug. ugh. the audacity, waltzing in and trying to ask things without the formality of doing something that isn’t so mind-bogglingly boring... like... a duel

it’s fine. quirrel’s great with a nail, probably taught by monomon and maybe suspecting others (where I think it’d be funny if at some point monomon herself managed to investigate herself but like. that’s unrealistic unless I stare at various parts of my interpretation urgadlfkhaj I’m too embarrassed to talk abt that further without being prompted)

even when he finds himself earning their respect/tolerance, it’s almost like talking to a tall brick wall “...So,” “No.” “Right! I understand. I’ll be on my way then.”

and while I’m sure he can infer and imply information without it being given to him outright, my little man. please. stop visiting. begone.

Evening stuff (although it’s half past one AM here oops).

Drew while watching my friend finally beat the Mantis Lords. So a... well... mantid to lecture me -- because of course -- and then an obligatory orchid (in which she’s really just colored far too pink) variant since Why Not.

I... it’s. probably very much outside the realm of realistic (dialogue especially not made to be in character) but. but like.

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for one I think it’d be great if hornet got three moms alongside monomom and some mantises /half joking (but also oh dear lord how many moms has she gotten at this point)

I’m a lil’ fuzzy on the details and I intend to look back properly to develop sometime, but as far as current things go, I entertain a “both are neutral to each other (at least in terms of contact), but also do not step into our said territory ever thank you.”

in which the lords are going to automatically go “yeah, challenge us and die or die outright.” towards any beast(?) daring enough to want to wiggle outside of Deepnest, but would absolutely entertain a duel from any said beast so long as they fit the yeah-that’s-a-sentient-(noninfected)-bug-criteria.

obviously Herrah managed out more than fine in that regard. she’s also quite sick of awkward formalities and would go Mad if she had to keep up that kind of thing even here when she crossed them every time. the lords themselves might not be the most comfortable about it, but, well, they’ll respect it then and - “hey. it’s me -- again. hello.” “please just pass us and go already.”

I won’t even go into my uncertain portrayal of Hornet (aside from not being able to exactly see her allowed in places without supervision -- but what stops her from being a troublemaker and getting into places she’s not supposed to be in anyways right... yeah......)

yet the thought of her getting to bully a restless and angry youth unprompted sounds incredibly funny to me. just an ol’ mantid minding their own business one second and the next is being whacked relentlessly with the blunt side of a needle

the Mantis Lords are club bouncers, Monomon gets to DJ, and Hornet’s in a letterman jacket because my friend asked. also suits. suits. i really like suits. that’s why they’re in s

okay were it not for being almost one AM and this being a cry for sleep, the belt barriers would have been retractable spikes with a fancy tiny buzzsaw somewhere

aka the few moments of when I’d repeatedly enter and exit the area of “notice/lords’ head lift” where I’m sure in another world they’d be sick of my shit and probably beat me up without ever prompting a challenge (but hey! there’s like. two pattern-orders of when they lower their heads!)

wind-down piece. (context: youngest sister is a tad sleepy-fatigued and nodding off, for once. holds herself up by nail-lance and is supported by twin.)