#slugrescueau

Im feeling a bit of new confidence today so I wanted to rewrite the poorly done character from the other day to make it up to yall, if you’d like to put your oc in feel free! The rescue always needs volunteers

-the newly renovated ghoul room is now accommodating the more delicate slug recovery. Elderly slugs which have more experience thanks to their long lives have found their way in thanks to some of the volunteers who have soft spots for them being unable to say no.

-to the directors amazement a group collected and started humming which attracted someone very special from the shadow clan. The leaders own youngling. Assuming it was a good learning experience the director raised no question at it. Only got Eli, to show him and observed as the young child curled around the slugs, more creeping closer as the little one faintly glowed and hummed.

-from what the director could gather, the youngling had an advanced ability to heal. After an hour or so they calmed down and the little one fell asleep covered in slugs. “Must be a sign of a good person” the director mused ruffling the young Shane’s hair as they left grabbing a blanket and covering the child.

-if you where as lucky as them to be that close to one without the eminent threat of death you’d notice a few things. A delicate mushroom like pattern that glowed down the back of their clothes and over their tail, tiny ears which weren’t held stiff like horns and would wander curiously grabbing like a babes fist, or the faint sound of whistling coming from their little nose.

-the director didn’t know what came over them, perhaps instinct, maybe it was only part of their soul but they worried their head would be cold. So they took a pillow from the office, covered it with a clean tshirt and ever so carefully wrapped a scarf they had made long ago carefully tucking the edges from the child’s face and with a gentle, press of their palm left them to their rest, but not without leaving something for them to eat by the door and Joy curled up to rest as a guard.

The director slept outside of their room on the cot which they had carried so that the sound of dragging wouldn’t disturb the pup and once again surprised themself with good rest.

Before dawn they awoke hoping to send off the child with a good warm meal only to find them, their blanket and scarf gone.

It was that following night they learned of a superstition. A legend? No matter what it was it must have been true. Because a sleeping shadow clan brought good news and safety.

With just a lick to her face and a tug on the sleeve the director found someone. Somefew. A slug had had a clutch of eggs which were beggining to hatch. Without time to gasp they could hear stirring from outside, which not even Joy let alone Pride would bark at. They only opened the door and the shadow clan were back. The youngling proudly draped in the warm scarf like a little babushka, head held high as they led their leader through the house to the whelping room where the mother already began cleaning her young with the help of even cookie and burpy

The youngling tugged on their parents arm wanting to reach out and pick one up but with only a smile even the director could tell it was a reminder to simply wait. These young would need time themselves to be ready.

Brushing back the scarf, the little one was given a kiss on the forehead and sent toward the director as the adults helped. Being given a hug, to their shock, they brought them away to cut up fruits and prepared protein for the new parent and babes. Despite their dislike of the blenders noise the child was happy to assist, any child would be proud to help. And the director had fascinating tricks and Ms.mary could make the apples look like birds.

As they walked back, hoping to keep the director from falling from poor balance on account of their lack of a tail, the child’s own wrapped around their arm as they guided them in silent steps. Joy was standing guard at the door with even Pride to assist.

One of the volunteers brought in marshmellows and tried to feed it to pride who Ran off after one lick. Joy investigated and decided that the marshmellows looked too slug like and started growling until the director came out and tried to show her that it was just a lumpy marshmellow. Now the director learned that it has a raspberry filling. And that joy knows how to lock a door.

After a couple hours and a few lock smiths the slugs eventually finished laughing and let them back in by melting the knob. But at least the locksmiths weren’t paid for nothing! Still, it takes every volunteer there to coax pride and joy into the same room as the director. Pride keeps threatening to puke (by gagging) and whimpering.

The director calls in a favor from an old friend to perk up the two and thankfully the kind woman from the slug DOG rescue across town where the director got the two is free to help out.

Eventually they make up though. For some reason, the slugs and hounds don’t grasp, the other rescues director begins to stop by more.

Pride has found a new hobby, picking up soft things he finds and bringing it to joy and then the director for inspection to see if it’s a slug. The directors proud of him for trying but is considering a muzzle so he doesn’t get another colorful mushroom.

“OHNOPRIDEDONTTHATSANACTUALSLUGWHEREDIDYOUFINDTHATOUTSIDEOFTHEGATE?!IMPROUDBUTSTILL!HOLYSHIT”

-the director probably

After the shadow clan saw the difference the director was making slugs have started manifesting around the fence in need of help and now there’s a one way “trap” ramp for them to climb the fence into the infirmary room. For some odd reason rich people have begun coming by to shakingly donate money for veterinary care and ask if they’ll be left alone now. Wouldn’t know why though. Totally not something a shadow kid did trying to impress the hounds somehow.

part 5-part 6-part 7

Shadow clan can transport through the shadows of their own children even easier than the average shadow which makes their lives much easier. Kid gets lost trying to travel in shadows? No prob fams here

After their experience the gang becomes regular volunteers at the rescue whenever it’s slow at the hideout. It helps them keep tabs on the shadow clan and learn more about slugs and slug care.

Trixie is worried that Dr.Blakk might find out the director has been collecting his ghouls and installs cameras to protect the slugs and keep an eye out for suspicious behavior. It has the added bonus of making sure he won’t steal the healthy ones to turn them either. She volunteers by being the social media person for the rescue and helping adopt slugs out.

The gang use the range for practice and to Improve their ability to work with the slugs around them like the shadow clan does

Kord made the canons using the idea the trainers had only without slug crack. He also helps patch up the shelter from regular wear and tear. The director felt so bad puting him to work that they made a lunch so big Ms.mary threw a ladle at them.

Even pronto is helping by teaching the young slugs how to dig burrows (much to the chagrin of the directors ankles.)

All slug food is cooked prepared and served by one person, Ms.Mary. An older woman with sheet white hair but the enthusiasm of a drill sergeant. She’s a volunteer who decided to keep herself busy during her retirement by helping out with the slugs since she was once saved by some. She follows the directors parameters and is running a small business out of the kitchen, selling slug food as well as donating a fraction of the proceeds to cover the cost of the rescues slug food. Fresh, dried, frozen, flash frozen, soup, wet food, she can do it all. The director couldn’t ask for anyone better.

The director is Demisexual/romantic and uses they them pronouns. They couldn’t care less what was in anyone’s pants as long as they aren’t looking at it.

The director views the Shane gang purely as their own niece and nephews as children that need a little guidance and support and they do their best to help when they can. They try to make the rescue a home away from home for everyone, slugs and everyone else in the cave alike

Creatures tend to act different around here. More peaceful and calm. Like a watering hole affect.

The director extended the ramps from indoors to have clear tubes outside so they could tell the director when they want to see the shadow clan. To their embarrassment the director still gets nervous but they’re on good terms now and the hounds know they don’t get a treat if they bark so now they sit and wait patiently. Unless the director is talking for too long which is when they start doing other tricks like laying belly up, rolling from their left to the right but not a complete rotation, sitting down, standing up, rotating, sitting down again until they try to stand on the fence and grab at the treat. Joy has more success due to not being blind and pride gets more fingers than treats this way.

A juvenile is being brought around the enclosure more often these days and has been playing fetch with joy who loves it but hasn’t gotten a response from pride. He tries picking up the hounds to take them home but after the director almost has a word with them the juveniles parent explains that hounds can’t be treated the same way slugs can and that they only want one owner at a time unless their owner is married or has kids.

Explaining that they won’t marry their father or adopt the youngling so that they may also own this dog has not worked yet. though the adult parties got a good laugh at the younglings puffy cheeked and pouting expense.

Some quick doodles, I won’t beat myself up for being bad, I’m just here to have fun! coming soon is how the director see the kids.(family photos yay!)

-the director cuts off their sleeves to make Pride little face masks

-the directors hair is graying and will NOT let trixie or pronto dye it (they’re planning on working together so that the director won’t be as mad after seeing them work as a team to execute a well thought out plan. They just need a slug willing to put them under long enough and for Kord to hold them over the sink)

-I saw a fish do this, so the slugs feed their very young ones with a mucus on their backs until their mouths are big enough for solids. There’s a hormonal reaction that occurs which allows other slugs like siblings or very close friends to do this also. Think opossum the way they do piggy back rides but feedings.

-Pride and joy are often compared to horses

-Pride doesn’t usually like snow but now that his fur has grown out and he has sweaters, he could lay out on their back for hours, it perfectly ices his scars.

-with his newfound tolerance of slug company he’s discovered an appreciation for the holidays. he’s no longer hiding in his room, away from singing slugs during dinner, to wait for the director to come in and eat with him. Now he can busk at the edges and convince everyone to ignore the directors request for him not to be fed table food, just like joy. At the end of the day he and Joy walk outside and nap under the glowing mushroom ceiling past dark, until he wakes up and goes inside getting a warm oatmeal bath for his skin which he lays belly up for, breathing through his snoring nose until the waters drained and he wakes with the director carrying them in a towel to bed. He likes this life very much. Maybe slugs aren’t so bad. He didn’t even notice that booger was there with him, warm under his chin with a trilling snooze.

-the director makes a special small plate of unseasoned food for the dogs so they don’t get Holi-Diarhea. They insist people pretend they’re sneaking it.

-but Joy remembers, she always will. Honey glazed bird thighs, marshmallow topped potatoes, peanut butter fudge and cookies…but the door's left unlocked now at night. She’ll wait and it will be fantastic. Even if she has to muscle the boys out of her way. Even trixie. There’s a reason she wasn’t named comfort and joy.

-Sweater ideas welcome!

@trashy-caverns I meant to say thanks for you reblogging sooner, It’s been very nice seeing your comments and I hope you liked the boost in shadow clan!

“Dear there’s something I want to tell you. What you did wasn’t wrong. And I don’t think the leader picked favorites. I know that they love you just as much as your sibling.” Says the director sitting down with them, blanket folded in their lap.

“But she always chooses first!” They wept. “All because she’s older! I was there first I helped! I deserve to pick first!” They cried out, the contortion of sadness at their lips.

“It’s not a matter of deserving. Slugs aren’t a thing or object that can be owed to someone, they’re living breathing beings. They’re alive. She didn’t pick first because of a debt owed to her based on birth right. You see the slugs she picked? It’s the ones she’s been nursing since day one.”they try to correct

“But I’ve been feeding way more babies and making their food.” They sniffled. “I worked harder. Even the hounds like her more. pride let her pet him the first time they met and he loves her too!” They wilted falling into the blanket and clutching it. The director stroked back their ears trying to warm them in their hands before wrapping them again trying to let them cry it out.

“It’s not a competition. And you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, it only puts more pressure on you. But did you see how she cared for them? That pup was sick. Smaller than the others and the mother was wounded from laying.” They spoke gently

“I didnt-“ they hiccuped

“I know, I know. you don’t have anything to do with either being like that. Pups can only be born like that, and she was new.” They consoled

“How do you know?”

“I’ve worked with slugs for many years dear. I’ve seen it before. Only this time your sister was here to save them. If left to me it could have taken weeks or months without garauntee…but we’re lucky and should be thankful she was here. In a matter of days with her years of study and hard work to back her up, they’re healed and active again. The baby’s putting on weight too. They’ll be safe and happy with her and if something happens or a complication arises she’ll know just what to do and help without delay. And you know what else? I’ve loved my hounds for a long time too and they didn’t let me pet them my first time either. It took me just as much time to know them as you did. I know why they let your sister pet her too as a matter of fact.” This peaks their attention and they raise one big, red watery eye to the director. “She’s been visiting them. ever since the day you yourself wanted to take joy home. And I bet she did because you liked them and she wanted to love them just as much. They didn’t like her immediately though. They thought she was too quick and calculated, that she was more clinical than nurturing. even she had to learn to take things at their pace. Hounds, just like slugs have a way of doing things and they aren’t ones to change that. Even when you can’t see it you both work hard for what you want. And it may or may not take longer or shorter but for better or worse you find what you need. You’re a lot like your sister. And I think that’s a very good thing. Cherish that. Getting along with your sister can be hard but it gets easier with time. Just like slug raising.” They promise

“It took her years to grow and research and distil that medicine. Hours and hours that she could have played, she spent in study. All to carry on your mother’s legacy to share with you.” Says the leader gently reaching out and taking them into their arms. “She isnt picking first because she’s older, she really did work just as hard as you did. And I saw you waking up to help feed the babies, changing the blankets and noticing something was off about the mother. I saw you worry and despite yourself, ask her for help.”

“I know you love them. That you’re responsible and might be able to take care of them one day, but for now I only want to watch over them. Make sure they’re really okay and that I’m not just treating the symptoms. I don’t want to see your heart break dear sibling.” their sister spoke warmly caressing their cheek gently and pressing her own to theirs and ears in turn. Her ear flicked down their face and after a sniffle they managed a small laugh. “I already know she likes you too. She asks about you and whenever she asks for her pups she mentions you. It was a teamwork that gave her the chance to.” She promises.

The director takes this as their queue to let family handle this and tries quietly to excuse themself only for the youngling to reach out and ask for their blanket. At least they know they’re needed now.

The leader thanks them for holding off their runaway attempt and they leave as a family.

Headcannons

-pronto is oddly strong to be able to lift the dogs and dance with them (even since it’s been banned)

-pronto brought joy to the dog groomer to shave her into a poodle like cut since he had to wash her 1(literally one) too many times from her slug parties.

-Pride has very long fur which the director is careful to maintain and trim themself. (The director wasn’t happy with the hair cut incident with joy, but she was at least happy until it started getting cold and she had to wear clothes)

-Pride does not agree with electric buzzers only old fashioned shears and fancy scissors and ONLY when the director sings narration to them to help him through it. He’s just a baby!

-shadow clan noses glow when sick or crying. Snot is clear same with tears, though some swear it would sparkle, ouch!

-the child’s mom is alive but their parents are both ace and only married because they wanted kids. They love each other romantically they just aren’t touchy and are perfectly satisfied pursuing medicine and protecting their people. She’s a good leader and spends most of her time in the shadow realm except for emergencies.

-their sister is about the age of the Shane gang and the youngling is around 10 or twelve and much smaller. They’re a family of late bloomers so they’ll get a growth spurt.

-their mom hand engraved the childs beginner armor to match the birthmark on their head. The shadow clan don’t streak and being shirtless is seen as bad manners and bad defense. Kids are well protected and armored. If the director posses a threat not only would the juveniles never see them, the slugs would kill to protect shadow clan children. The directors lucky to pass the vibe check.

Announcement!

I’m accepting slug baby names and any species headcannons! There’s only one confirmed mom (now perfectly healthy) and arachnet slug, but I feel slugs raise clutches in shifts for ease and safety. Doodles coming soon. And I’ll draw asks for baby names since I’m terrible at naming (ahem cough director COUGH)

If there’s a panel or an interaction between your oc and a slug you want to submit I’ll do my best to draw it!

Doodle dump coming soon

my inbox is open so ask or request away, i need something to do in my free time! i'd love new ideas!

right now i need

-slug baby names and species ideas (go wild they raise their babes together no matter the species) comes with free doodle too.

-shadow clan names for the youngest and their sister

-silly sweater ideas

-who is pride meeting?

this and linking my posts together took hours because i forgot 2 the first time but its ready! i hope you enjoy!! i will never forget to link again.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10

PART 11

PART 12

PART 13

PART 14

PART 15

PART 16

I’ll try to make a master post and fix the numbering(hehe im editing)

It’s been an odd day

He went to Torty grumbling out a “ro ro Roooaaooowww” with a scratch of both his front paws, as if desperately digging, at one of the launchers until someone figured out he of all hounds wanted the slug to be shot! And then he ran himself over the guy, like a back scratcher, rumbling happily.

Pride was acting a little bit too weird. Even for him. He had been staying out longer, he sniffs the same new spot almost every hour and he’s been grooming himself more. Licking his belly, rolling in snow. Out of concern for an eczema flare up the director even gave him his second bath for that week. Pride dragged it out as long as possible till the water was clear. But to make things odder he tried to refuse the awful (good smelling to people) lotion which should have made him chuff as happily as a saber lion at a fresh kill! When the director succeeded another strange occurrence happened. He approached ambergris. It was like he was trying to sneakily hunt a rodent, being ready to pounce. “Honey? Pride? You won’t hurt them right?” The director asked nervously. Like being told to mind his manners, or maybe he just got a better grasp of where he found the scent, he laid down in a much less menacing way and dragged himself closer, nose down.

slowly, as if trancing he rubbed each side of his face over the slug before hopping up and skittering away to a corner to run each paw on his face and rub that on each side of his body. Next thing we knew he even approached whisp, who’s known for webbing people and stayed perfectly still as they delicately wove a pattern over his mask. When they discovered he would stay still long enough whisp even did his new micropony coat he got as an early gift. It was like he knew he was fashionable like this. Like he planned it out meticulously. He was a smart boy but what did he want?

Waiting at the door to be let out, there was a clatter in the office and Joy ran out holding a sprig of mistletoe! Confused but thankful pride licked her face and grabbed it ever so gently in his own mouth turning back to his exit.

Not one to stand in the way of love, pronto the romantic (who spent the night watching flicks on the tv since it was his turn to choose the movie night them) opened the door.

Think of his trancing as Kermit the dog with Irish spring soap

Pride wants to make a good impression

The director has no idea what’s happening

Trixie got it all on camera cause “this is a way better gift idea than a purposefully bad edited sonogram of the hounds”

“Oh our little heart stopper” says Kord tearfully

“Okay now I NEED to know what this guys up to” says Eli planing on following after with trixie

Thinking to themself “wasn’t this dog fixed when I got him? I don’t think he has…I mean I haven’t checked but..I really hope this dog is ace and just wants a bit of romance. if this dog thinks I’m ready for grandkids then I’ll…I’m gonna have to get a third job aren’t I? That or marry rich. Is this how my parents felt when I tried dating? When was my last date? Wait have I even had my yearly attempt at dating? Crap I’m behind…not much time left either… and my hound seems to have more game than me...would i even help as a wingman?” all the kids hear is a worried sigh though as they join he train.

Outside the youngest of the shadow clan and their sister are already watching from the bushes just as curious.

Please guys, I really need to name them

I’ll also take Recs’ on who he’s going to meet otherwise I’m just gonna have to research slugterra species.