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WELCOME TO THE TESTING REALM!

(independent multimuse!)

entire post about snail babies. snabies. snildren,

snail babies are created when each member of a romantic relationship contributes slime into one being. the last snail who adds slime to the baby is considered the “main parent” who affects the child’s appearance the most and bears the most responsibility for the child, but the other parents also usually contribute and help take care of it

a snail’s name also starts out very short. usually, they are initially named using a two-syllable word (kipo’s name is the word for “happy”), and it gets added onto over the course of their life with a new syllable being added every few years or so. old snails have VERY long names, and snails in general can live to be 200 years old

baby snails are INCREDIBLY resilient. like a human could step on them and they’d be fine. since they’re completely made out of slime they don’t really have anything that could be injured or broken by something like that

they start to grow a shell when they’re about 3 years old. the base of it will grow in just a few months once it starts to develop, and it will form a sort of hood (or a cap, if the baby has a snalter-style shell) on the snail’s head that grows bigger / outwards over time

whole ass post about the antenna thing + how snails show affection because uhhhhhhh. ouuuuuuuuuu

i think touching antennae can mean a lot of things but it's generally an affectionate/friendly gesture in a very similar way to how kisses are for humans. it can be used as a greeting/to say goodbye, it can be used to show affection between family members, and it can be used to show affection between snails that are a romantic relationship. it's also usually a pretty quick action in the same way. prolonged antennae touching is exclusive to romantic relationships

physical contact is Big for them. if snails are close they will usually spend a lot of time being physically close together. it's also pretty common for multiple snails who are close to sleep together in a pile

actual kissing is a thing, but i think it's something that is significantly more meaningful than it is for humans and not as casual, considering a snail's magic is centered in their slime (saliva), and putting that On another snail (or. yknow. mixing it together) is kind of a Big Deal. it's not something that happens very often and snails usually only do it in very meaningful moments, such as when a romantic relationship is initiated

Snene sits on the edge of his bed. It’s mostly pieced together with bark, almost shaped like a bowl. The inside is lined with a thick layer of moss and covered by a piece of cloth. He’d been planning to go outside and sit in a secluded spot on the outskirts of the village to play his guitar, but… it was raining a bit too heavily for that.

He’d heard Snuga come home. His conversation with Snalter. He didn’t… quite understand the way that snail’s mind worked, sometimes. He was talking with a human…? What a frightening concept. He’d almost wanted to step out of his room and stop him from dragging Snalter into the situation, too, but…

A sigh, as he drags himself out of his thoughts. He was worried, but Snuga always made it home safely, no matter what crazy things he tried to attempt. Everyone… always made it home safely. He just has to keep that in mind.

There’s a knock on his door. A bent antenna nearly straightens out as he startles.

“Snene?”

Another quiet sigh. It’s Snierre’s voice. He brushes lightly at his hair.

“Toitori po.” (Come in.)

He enters. The snail is holding several pieces of paper under its arm. A strange emotion fills Snene as soon as he sees them— not exactly disappointment, but… he understands what they mean.

“...Nai lanto ri poinota.” (...You go to human.)

The other snail stops in its tracks, brow furrowing, then relaxing again.

“...Li. Mai girami ri. Roro ri totano nai.” (...Yes. I want to. Here to tell you.)

“Mai koina fraforima.” (I feel afraid.)

No more is spoken for a long moment. The sounds of rain from outside fill the silence, but it doesn’t feel any more comfortable. Then… Snierre steps forward, placing a gentle hand on the other snail’s shoulder.

“Mai toitori banakito.” (I come back.)

Carefully, he steps closer still. Eyes close. Faces nearly touch. Antennae dip downwards, then graze each other, snapping back once they do. Gazes are met, for a moment.

...he might have gotten in way over his head, here.

The three of them, after barely managing to evade being skewered by giant barbs (Bixby screaming in a very dignified way all the while), had decided to observe from the edge of the battlefield. Well... less decided, and more... silently agreed to, as Bixby stared at the ongoing battle in horror, unresponsive.

It's painfully obvious that he's never experienced anything like this. He's had a very privileged life, all things considered. He's never been exposed to something as terrifying as this. Seeing someone fall out of the sky after being hit, leaving a pool of...

He glances over, past Simon, who was quietly seated next to him. That girl that had just protected them, who he recognized from quite some time ago... she seemed to be in a bit of a state. Of course she would be, after nearly being shot point-blank.

But the sight of her, so panicked like that... it shakes him to his core in a way he was deeply unfamiliar with.

Simon didn't have any experience with this sort of thing, either. He was still, in a manner of speaking, quite young. Inexperienced. He didn't know exactly what to feel about what he was witnessing.

But what he did know... was that he wanted to help. And not just for Rochester's sake.

"Hey." Simon starts quietly. "I think we should join in again when there's another opportunity. If you want, I can be in front! I'll protect all of us!"

"...You can. I'm... staying here." Bixby brings his knees up to his chest, looking away.

Simon can't hide the concern in his expression.

"I don't think... that's a good idea. If you stayed on your own like this... you'd be in danger. And I want to protect you. You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to! But I think it's best for us to stick together." Bixbee 27, hovering beside him, rapidly "nods" by moving its face up and down.

[I Will Protect You Because I Love You So Much. Please Come With]

yes there's a snail timeline now. why not. here's 50 paragraphs

it IS. in fact. called snupestrine. it is a very tiny village instead of a city. it's pretty secluded and out in the middle of nature and very bug fables-esque

pivolo does exist in this universe but he's just a regular ass bird. i think he tried to take over snupestrine for a while and threatened to do bad stuff if they didn't get food for him but they eventually chased him off. EXTREMELY low stakes universe because i need one with how horrid my other ones are LMFAO

this is building on worldbuilding i already had set up for this snail character but in this world snails are magical creatures and their magic is centered in their slime. they don't really secrete it from their skin though, it's basically a saliva equivalent instead. all snails can blow slime bubbles and make portals with them but some of them also have specialized abilities that are unique to the individual

snierre is pretty similar to his human counterpart. he paints and knows how to make paint by mixing his own slime and natural dyes. he's Particularly in-tune with slime stuff and has a bubble above his head for this reason. he can shoot globs of slime from his mouth and he does have a slime form! he is also pretty intrigued by human stuff and has a basic idea of how to speak and understand english after doing some study

snene is also pretty similar! his abilities revolve around being able to summon instruments made of slime. he is Particularly afraid of humans and larger creatures and kind of just wants to stay far away from them

we know snuga but i'll elaborate on his abilities a bit. he can make slime vault poles and he can also use a slime ribbon to do a bunch of different stuff. he most often uses the ribbon like a rope so he can climb up stuff. he is the least afraid of humans and larger creatures

snalter!!!!!!!!!! his abilities mainly involve being able to ""take"" photos. basically, he can blow a slime bubble, and when it pops on a surface the slime will take the shape of whatever he was just looking at, in varying shades of green. he usually carries around little pieces of paper for this purpose. he can also blow bubbles that will make a bright flash when they pop in order to stun other creatures

i think snierre is around 1.5 inches tall, snene is around two, snuga is around one, and snalter is somewhere between snierre and snene

their voices sound slightly splatoony. i don't know how else to describe it LMFAO. sort of like how junior's voice sounds except it isn't higher-pitched

…Les humains sont vraiment déroutants, Pierre Jr. Je suis sûr que tu finiras par le comprendre.

Silently, the artling listens— though it still doesn't understand very much. It takes it a good while to speak again.

"Si je ne suis pas lui, alors qui suis-je…?"

It's asked genuinely. Honestly curious. Filled with the sort of blissfully unaware innocence that only a child like it could have, contrasting the typical darkness that would be associated with such a question.

"Je veux l'entendre le dire." A tiny huff. "Mon nom ressemble au sien. Je lui ressemble. J'ai une voix semblable à la sienne. Ne devrais-je pas agir comme lui, moi aussi? Et faire tout ce qu'il fait? Et aimer tout ce qu'il aime?"

"Quoi? Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire?"

"…Je veux être exactement comme lui. Il me rend heureux. Si j'étais comme lui, je pense que cela me rendrait heureux, moi aussi."

It's perfectly logical in Junior's mind. It remembers feeling happy when it chose to have a name so similar to his... and when it mimicked even his tiniest mannerisms, it made it feel happy, too. But, for some reason... it's continued to struggle with consistently matching his expression.

"…Oh. Je ne comprends pas vraiment. Mais si papa le fait, je devrais le faire aussi, non?"

A pause. The artling puts a finger up to its chin, seemingly in thought. Its expression becomes a bit gloomy for a moment.

"J'ai fait un rêve. Je veux encore lui en parler. Quelqu'un m'a montré comment peindre d'une nouvelle façon. Une nouvelle… technique. Je veux voir si je peux le faire dans la réalité."