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Sociopath Profile: Mothiva

Species: silk moth (Bombyx mori or Bombyx mandarina) From the 2020 video game Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling

Mothiva here is one of the interesting occasions of having a heroic sociopath. She is firmly allied with the side of good and abhors the atrocities committed by the Wasp King (another sociopath). However, being a hero doesn't exactly mean that she's a selfless individual.

She is a popular celebrity with dozens of fans, but it's mostly a way of fueling her ego. The hero gig is something she does because she wants to have some recognition to be seen as the star she believes she is, not necessarily for the good of other bugs. All she wants from the expedition is fame and glory, and she's willing to hinder the other groups to get it for herself. The fact that she decides to attack Team Snakemouth and take their missions just because they were getting more popular than her.

This translates to a distinct lack of empathy for others. While she may project the idea that she loves all her fans and cares about her allies, she could not care less about them. If her partner Zasp gets knocked down in battle first, she'll reprimand him before reviving him without showing a bit of concern for his safety. It is noted that he does have affections for her, but she doesn't return them at all. Although she draws the line at Wasp King treating his forces like cannon fodder, she still isn't above using violence against her allies.

While she is an unpleasant person, Mothiva knows how to act around her adoring fans. She has a very superficial persona of the bubbly and caring celebrity who adores all her fans with all her heart. However, after Snakemouth discovers her true nature, it goes to show how calculated that persona was. And they were formerly fans of her until they experienced her true personality.

She also displays no remorse for any of this behavior. Eventually, she is on the receiving end of two beatings and losing the support of her fans in the Termite Kingdom. The problem is that she suffers no real consequences aside from that. In fact, she still has a wide following since knowledge of her crimes hasn't gotten out further. Chances are she has not learned much.

Mothiva may not be a criminal, but she's still rather sociopathic despite this.

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O Olho da Deusa/Deus - arte indígena muito conhecida só que na sua forma com fios de lã. Um amuleto lindo que normalmente confeccionamos para pedir algo simples aos deuses como esperança, felicidade, prosperidade, amor e etc. Faço esse amuleto nas cores prata, preto,vermelho,lilás, azul ou verde…só por encomenda falando comigo por mensagem privada!🍃💚

*feito com fio colorido de alumínio.

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Sick caretaker Keith

I wrote this last night+ this morning and haven’t really reread this. I’ll do reread and fix process later. It might take a while.

A cold had slowly started to take over Keith. Maybe the first symptoms he noticed besides his raspy throat was his lips getting dry and starting to sting. Soon, watery mucus came down his nose and he started to feel more tired and just generally crappy.  They were supposed to go to the space mall that day to find some spare parts and other supplies but Keith would’ve rather stayed behind. He didn’t think his cold was really all that bad and didn’t want people to think he wanted attention or was overreacting over something minor. Not going without giving a good reason was not an option since Coran had already given everyone a list of things they were charge of finding.  Others, especially Lance, would just think Keith was being selfish and lazy.

  Keith didn’t want to tell about his cold, not even to Shiro but somehow he instinctively started searching for Shiro. Keith found Shiro talking with Allura.

  “Shiro, you should stay behind and get some rest. You’re clearly ill,” Allura told to pale man holding his head.

   “Can’t argue with that. I’ll go back to the bed,” Shiro told hoarsely. He swayed a little and placed his robot arm against the wall to help him stay upright.

  Shiro was… Sick? Well, when looking at his pale, sweaty face, it was kinda obvious but how Keith hadn’t noticed that before? “Shiro, what’s wrong?” Keith asked, walking closer to Shiro and Allura.

  “Keith, can you help Shiro back to his room? I’ll go get something to bring his fever down,” Allura told.

  “You have a fever?” Keith asked from Shiro when he lifted Shiro’s arm over his own shoulder.

  “It seems so,” Shiro replied and coughed a little.

  Keith walked Shiro back to his room and after Shiro had lied down, Keith tried to find out if there was anything Shiro needed. “Shiro, are you thirsty? Nauseous? Cold? I- Do you want me to… Get you something?” Keith inquired.

  “No, I think I’m okay as long as I lie down. You can go back to the others, they probably will leave to the mall soon,” Shiro told.

  “I’ll stay here with you,” Keith stated clearly sounding eager to stay behind. Good thing Shiro was a bit dazed and didn’t find that weird.

  “Thanks,” Shiro told.

  “I’ll… Go to get you some water,” Keith said and left the room. When he was walking towards the kitchen to get Shiro some water pouches, he felt his nose prickling. Keith sniffed, then gasped quickly, closing his eyes shortly then opening his right eye and covered his nose and mouth. Keith let out few stifled sneezes.  His nose started to run and his hand got wet. Keith gave a small, displeased groan before wiping his hand to his shirt.

  Keith was supposed to grab water for Shiro but he himself felt thirsty and sat down the floor to drink before taking out multiple water pouches to take back for Shiro. Keith felt shitty but that was probably nothing compared to how Shiro was currently feeling. After all, Shiro had trouble even standing on his feet and Keith probably would be able even to fight if he had to.

  When Keith returned, Allura was already there. She had placed a cold compress on Shiro’s forehead. She had brought some water pouches too. Keith placed the ones he brought in the same pile.

  “Keith, I thought you were going to the space mall with the others,” Allura told.

  “I’ll stay here and take care of Shiro,” Keith said.

 “I guess I’ll leave him to you then,” Allura replied and left the room.

  Since Shiro was asleep, there wasn’t really much Keith could do. He just waited besides Shiro’s bed, sniffling quietly. When Keith started to get bored from sitting still, he stood up and stared Shiro’s sleeping face. Keith thought he should re-drench the towel to make it cold again. He tried to be careful not to wake Shiro up when taking off the towel. Keith put the towel in a water-filled basin and shuddered when his hands came in touch with the ice cold water.

  Keith wringed the towel and placed it back on Shiro’s forehead. Keith rubbed his hands to warm them. The cold water had made his nose run again. The snot started to get thicker and Keith started to feel more congested.  

 “Tissues,” was the only thought in Keith’s mind when he left the room. He went to the bathroom, blew his nose and took the whole box of tissues with him. He couldn’t blow his nose in Shiro’s room since it made too much noise but he could probably leave the room for that or something. And say he brought the tissues for Shiro, not himself.

  When Keith returned, Shiro was still asleep. Keith leaned his back against Shiro’s bed. After sitting still long, his eyes started to close by themselves. Keith fell asleep but after a short while, got shaken up awake.

  “Keith, don’t sleep on the floor,” Shiro told.

  “Shiro… Sniff..Do you feel any better? Did your… Fever go down?” Keith asked with slightly nasal voice and touched Shiro’s forehead. It didn’t feel hot. “It did. That’s good.”

  “I don’t think you should worry about me now, Keith, climb up next to me,” Shiro told. Shiro was too dizzy to stand up but he was worried about Keith. Keith was shivering.

  “N-no, I’m fine, I just dozed off from boredom,” Keith said.

  “Please?” Shiro asked, but his tone was demanding.

  Keith gave up. He crawled under Shiro’s blanket. Shiro put his arms around Keith. Keith’s face was against Shiro’s chest. Keith groaned tiredly. His nose began to itch again.  Keith tried to push himself away from Shiro. “N-no, l-ah-let go-I’m-Uah-Ha-H’KSHA! Ung-H’KSKH!”

  Shiro felt Keith twitching against from the force of the sneezes and something wet on his shirt.

  Keith realized to his horror Shiro’s shirt was snotty. “I-I’m sorry… I tried to warn you but uh- I- I’ll clean it up.. I’ll get you another shirt I- H’CKSH!”

  “Keith it’s fine, just stay down,” Shiro told.

  “It’s not fine, it’s disgusting,” Keith replied.  “There’s some tissues on the table, let me grab them.”

  Shiro let go of Keith. Keith stood up and took bunch of tissues. He wiped off the snot on Shiro’s shirt, then blew his nose on a different tissue.  Having time to collect his thoughts and wake up properly, Keith remembered that he was in charge of taking care of Shiro.

  “Shiro, are you hungry…? ” Keith asked.

  “Keith, don’t-”

  “I’M FINE,” Keith snapped and immediately regretted yelling at Shiro. “Sorry, I… I’ll go get you something to eat,” Keith apologized and exited the room before Shiro had time to reply to him.

  Thinking that maybe food goo wasn’t really something to give for a sick person, Keith started to go through the ingredients Hunk had gathered. Nothing seemed familiar. Then Keith remembered there was left over food in the fridge, he could try to make a soup using those.

  Keith put a pot on the stove and filled it with water, then started to taste test the foods to decide what to put in the soup. He used some spaghetti hunk made, some space vegetables and some kind of meat. Keith tasted the soup and it didn’t really taste much like anything, which probably was better than space goo. He poured the soup on a bowl and put a spoon in it, then took the soup for Shiro.

  “I didn’t know we had soup,” Shiro told.

  “I made it using leftovers from fridge,” Keith said.

  “Thank you,” Shiro said. He took a spoonful of the soup and made a weird face. Keith noticed this.

  “Is… There something wrong with the soup?” Keith asked.

  “Um no, it’s fine,” Shiro said, trying to spare Keith’s feelings. After all, he had gone all that trouble to prepare the soup for Shiro. But it tasted a bit weird. Not as bad as the space goo but Keith had put some kind of fruit salad in it.

  Keith took the bowl away from Shiro and tasted the soup again. It still didn’t taste much like anything and he was wondering what was wrong with it.

  Shiro realized what had been gone wrong with the soup. The cold had numbed Keith’s sense of taste.

 “I’ll… Go warm up some leftovers instead…” Keith finally told. But before he could leave, Allura entered the room.

  “I thought I should come check on Shiro. Do you still have a fever?” Allura asked and placed her hand on Shiro’s forehead. “It seems so.”

  “Well, it sure did go back up again then,” Shiro told, remembering how Keith earlier told Shiro that his fever had gone down. Seeing Keith trying to stealthily exit the room with the soup, Shiro realized the same thing Keith probably had just figured out. “Keith, come back here, let Allura check your temperature too.”

  “Keith?” Allura asked. Since she had been worried about Shiro, she hadn’t paid much attention to Keith before. Now she thought she should’ve. Keith quickly exited the room but Allura got a glimpse of his flushed face. She dashed after Keith and brought him back to Shiro’s room.

Allura took the soup bowl from Keith and placed it on the table. Then she made him sit next to Shiro’s bed and placed her hand on both Keith’s and Shiro’s foreheads. Keith’s fever was actually higher than Shiro’s. That would explain why Keith thought Shiro’s fever had gone down.

  “Human illnesses seem to be transmitted quite fast,” Allura said.

  “No, not this fast, Keith, why didn’t you say anything before?” Shiro asked.

  “Because you seemed so sick, it felt dumb to complain about a small cold…” Keith muttered.

  Shiro sighed. “Listen, just because someone else seems to be more ill than you, it doesn’t mean you should downplay your own illness like this.”

  “Sorry,” Keith told, unable to come up with anything else to defend himself.

  “Okay, Keith, you go to the bed too,” Allura commanded.

  Keith grabbed some tissues and water pouches before heading to his room. He sat on his the bed, wrapped his blanket around himself and leaned his back against the wall. Keith poked the straw on the water pouch and just sat in his bed, sipping the water.

Allura came in with a water basin and forced Keith to lie down so she could place the cold towel on his forehead. Keith wasn’t sure if it was just a coincidence but when the cold wet towel touched the bridge of his nose, he rolled on his side and sneezed, dropping the towel off. Keith grabbed a tissue and blew his nose and just left the used tissue on his bed.

  Allura placed the towel back on Keith, this time a bit higher so it would only cover his forehead. After making sure Keith would be okay on his own, Allura left the room and leaved Keith to rest.

  Keith was wondering how he managed to fall asleep earlier on Shiro’s room since his runny nose was not letting him to rest. After an hour, he gave up, threw the towel on the water basin and sat up, bundled in his blanket, leaning against the wall. Keith closed his eyes and this time, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

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“You can’t keep pretending that everything is ‘fine’. It’s not.”

Just gonna drop two of my favorite requests to give and ask if you'd be willing to draw Queen Bianca and/or Eetl. Thanks a ton if you do it!

Wonder what they're chatting about...

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happy birthday to my favorite bug ever 💚

Glitchy

Celebrating the 400 followers milestones. Thanks y'all!

Thanks as usual to my precious @vcepsis for beta reading, you’re incredible! ❤

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It was the smell that woke him up.

Like every individual of his species, Keith had an incredible sense of smell. Every little change, every little difference hit his sensitive nose like a punch.

And Keith was sure, in the whole year he had spent on Earth after his disastrous crash landing, that Shiro had never had a smell like that.

To Keith, Shiro smelled masculine, but sweet at the same time. Aftershave, clean clothes, a pinch of honey. A smell that Keith had loved since the very first moment, when Shiro had extracted the young Galra from the pile of twisted metal that was his ship.

Shiro smelled like home, love and safety.

But this time, Shiro’s scent wasn’t comforting at all. Keith wasn’t sure what it was, but he could definitely sense something that made alarm bells sound in his head. The smell of danger.

Immediately awake and alert, Keith shook Shiro’s shoulder. Under his hand, the bigger body was shaking, and Keith felt his throat constrict out of concern.

Shiro was a war veteran, and he often had terrible nightmares which left him waking up gasping, soaked in sweat and trembling.

Keith tried to shush him down, but as soon as he started carding his fingers through Shiro’s hair, he froze. An abnormal, dry heat was coming in waves off of Shiro.

Keith still knew very little about humans, but he could recognize pain and discomfort when he saw it, and Shiro was definitely in pain.

He shook Shiro’s shoulder more firmly, and the human groaned, his glassy eyes barely opened.

“Ke…ith…?” Shiro tried to moan, but his tongue felt like dry wool, and his mouth felt so sore.

“Shiro? I think there’s something wrong with you… ”

Shiro’s expression suddenly changed, his eyelids fluttering desperately, his breath hitching. After a few seconds of agony, Shiro sneezed into his hand, scaring Keith.

“Just a cold, I think…” Shiro sniffed pitifully, reaching onto his nightstand for tissues, his hand still in front of his face.

Keith gave him a confused look.

“Cold? But… how is that possible? You feel really hot.”

Shiro sighed, pulling a few tissues out of the box. Before he could reply, he sneezed again, and blew wetly into the tissues.

Keith gasped in disgust and backed away.

“Shiro, your brain is leaking out!”

Shiro chuckled tiredly.

“Don’t worry, my brain is still in its place. I’ll probably be doing this a lot for a few days. It’s normal.”

Keith furrowed his brows. Nothing of that seemed normal. Shiro was too hot, he was leaking weird fluids. And his husky, congested voice was not normal either.

Keith bit his bottom lip, fangs showing slightly.

“Do humans do this a lot?”

Shiro coughed into his elbow, lowering himself back down.

“Not really. Only when they’re ill. I might be a little tired for a few days, but I’ll be okay. Besides, I think Galra are immune to this. You don’t have to worry.”

Shiro yawned and smiled tiredly, but Keith still wasn’t convinced.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

Shiro shook his head, burrowing his head into the pillow.

“I’ll feel better after a good night of sleep. If I still feel bad I’ll take some medicine, but I don’t feel too bad just yet. Come back to sleep, Keith. I’ll be okay.”

Keith eyed Shiro suspiciously, but he decided to let his worries drown and he cuddled against Shiro’s muscular chest once again.

They both fell asleep in a short time.

…

Their house was on fire, and Keith was trying to crawl out of the burning building. He could hear somebody coughing, in that ocean of fire and smoke. Shiro! He had to go back and save him. But just as Keith turned around in search for Shiro, a burning door fell on him, and Keith woke up with a gasp.

His skin and t-shirt were damp with sweat, but Keith realized that it wasn’t his own. In his arms, Shiro was absolutely soaked. And way too hot.

Shiro was radiating heat like a stove, yet somehow he was still shivering. It was almost impossible for Keith to stay so close to him.

Whatever it was, this was not normal. Gently, Keith tried to shake Shiro awake.

“Hey… wake up…”

Shiro opened his eyes, but barely. He clearly wasn’t conscious, and the absent look in his fever-bright eyes scared Keith to death. Ragged breaths escaped Shiro’s chapped lips, and Keith pressed his cool hands on his angry red cheeks.

Burning.

Shiro gasped in pain, a sound that broke Keith’s heart. He had to do something, but what? He had never seen such a violent reaction in Galra people.

Then, for some reason, his brain reminded him of the time when Shiro had taught him how to bake an apple pie. They had put it on the window sill, “to cool down”, like Shiro had said.

Maybe it worked for humans too!

Keith tried to lift Shiro, not without difficulties.

He was really tiny for his species, and the human was a heavy, tall mountain of muscles.

Huffing and sighing, Keith managed to drag Shiro to their backyard, and deposited him under their oak tree.

Shiro didn’t look any better. He was barely conscious and the cold night air only made his chills worse.

He mustered all his energy and managed to rasp “Keith… c-cold…” before passing out again.

Keith almost screeched in frustration, at loss of what to do.

He left Shiro under the tree, and crossed the garden to call their neighbour. He needed help.

He banged on the door, calling loudly.

“Hunk! HUNK!”

After a few minutes of calling and shouting, a sleepy boy appeared at the door, rubbing his tired eyes. He was still in his pajamas, and he didn’t seem happy that his sleep was interrupted.

“Keith? It’s three in the morning, I hope you have a good explanation for this.”

“Shiro is glitchy!” Keith screamed, breathless.

Hunk blinked at him, not sure he had comprehended.

“Shiro is what?”

“Glitchy!”

Hunk stared at him in silence for a few seconds, confusion written all over his face.

“Keith, what are you talking about? Are you sleepwalking? Go back to bed, let’s talk tomorrow…”

“NO!”

Keith grabbed Hunk’s shoulders, urgency in his voice.

“You have to help me! He’s hot, in pain and he can’t wake up! There’s something wrong!”

Something finally clicked in Hunk’s head. He hurried to grab his coat and he asked Keith to lead the way.

They found Shiro in the same exact place where Keith had left him, still and pale as a sheet save for the red flush on his cheeks and ears.

Hunk knelt down, palming Shiro’s face and neck and hissing at the heat. He was on fire.

Hunk tried to shake him, gently.

“Shiro. It’s Hunk. Come on, man, open your eyes.”

Shiro slowly came to, trying to say something, but Hunk shushed him down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Hunk lifted Shiro with less difficulty than Keith had, being larger and stronger, and carried him inside, depositing him on the couch.

Without a word, Hunk went to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and some water.

When he came back, the scene in front of him almost brought him to tears. Keith was sitting on the ground in front of the couch, his yellow eyes full of sadness and worry, and his big furry ears were lowered in such a way that it was just painful to see. Hunk carefully deposited the cloth on Shiro’s forehead, and scratched Keith’s head affectionately.

“He’ll be okay. It’s just a fever. He’ll be up and about again in no time. Don’t worry, Keith.”

Keith looked at Shiro with apprehension.

Pale, sweaty and unconscious, his love looked anything but okay.

At loss of what to do, Keith leaned his head on Shiro’s chest to comfort him, but ended up counting his heartbeats. Fast, but steady.

A rhythmic lullaby that he loved so dearly.

Keith closed his eyes. Shiro felt so alive underneath his touch. Before he knew it, Keith was lulled to sleep by the heartbeats of his soulmate. Hunk chuckled, and sat in the armchair next to them. It was going to be a long night.