A soldier looks up, points at the sky. Says he doesn't want to die. Young, clean-shaven, just like he was, covered in thin, twitching, brown appendages. disgusting disgusting disgusting]
No.
[He can only keep trying to flatten out, only knows how to hide under couches. Even as he's pulled into an embrace, he's flattening, stiffening up, craving the cold, unwelcoming touch of the vault floor instead.]
Don't-- it's-- [disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting, scar tissue blended between chitin and sunless skin, bulged and unseemly. He shudders, manages to tug the flag into a ball so that Suguru doesn't have to look at propaganda (and neither does he), and his skin slowly, slowly starts to undulate with living things trying to form, break free of the confines and reform this nymph into a hardened weapon. Even his hair shifts, bulges slowly forming, skin breaking in the slowest motion to let long antenna unfurl.
You want to know the worst part?
It's not that Gregor's incapable of standing up for himself, even like this. It's that he's so fucking desperate for acceptance and to be held like this that he can't find it in him to tear free in full, to be more than a snivelling wreck.]
you are so brave and so correct.............shout out to the gregor bug gore artists
A soldier looks up, points at the sky. Says he doesn't want to die. Young, clean-shaven, just like he was, covered in thin, twitching, brown appendages. disgusting disgusting disgusting]
No.
[He can only keep trying to flatten out, only knows how to hide under couches. Even as he's pulled into an embrace, he's flattening, stiffening up, craving the cold, unwelcoming touch of the vault floor instead.]
Don't-- it's-- [disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting, scar tissue blended between chitin and sunless skin, bulged and unseemly. He shudders, manages to tug the flag into a ball so that Suguru doesn't have to look at propaganda (and neither does he), and his skin slowly, slowly starts to undulate with living things trying to form, break free of the confines and reform this nymph into a hardened weapon. Even his hair shifts, bulges slowly forming, skin breaking in the slowest motion to let long antenna unfurl.
You want to know the worst part?
It's not that Gregor's incapable of standing up for himself, even like this. It's that he's so fucking desperate for acceptance and to be held like this that he can't find it in him to tear free in full, to be more than a snivelling wreck.]