—𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
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en·to·moph·a·gy
/ˌen(t)əˈmäfəjē/
noun :
the practice of eating insects, especially by people.
—
A Confection of https://jamcat. MDNI.
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/ˌen(t)əˈmäfəjē/
noun :
the practice of eating insects, especially by people.
—
A Confection of https://jamcat. MDNI.
All art will be sourced officially or credited in alt text.
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That's a bit of a loaded question, given her existence before the New World was a literal video game character, but the world was also lore-heavy before she was "realized".
Realistically, I'd place her at around 400 years maximum, and that's only if she's well-fed and undisturbed.
Realistically, I'd place her at around 400 years maximum, and that's only if she's well-fed and undisturbed.
What is the natural lifespan of your muse?
January 16, 2026 at 1:53 PM
That's a bit of a loaded question, given her existence before the New World was a literal video game character, but the world was also lore-heavy before she was "realized".
Realistically, I'd place her at around 400 years maximum, and that's only if she's well-fed and undisturbed.
Realistically, I'd place her at around 400 years maximum, and that's only if she's well-fed and undisturbed.
“...I haven't the faintest clue. Though it's not unheard of, I suppose. Lesser monsters where I'm from did similar...”
“Are there any humanoids in your area? They typically stay after death, hee-hee...”
“Are there any humanoids in your area? They typically stay after death, hee-hee...”
"i wOuLd, If i fUcKiNg cOuLd fInD AnY MeAt iN My wOrLd!"
"aNy tImE I TrY To kIlL SoMeThIn' FoR FoOd, It tUrNs iNtO FuCkIn' MaGaTsUhI BeFoRe i cAn eVeN TaKe a dEcEnT BiTe! LiKe wHaT ThE FuCk's uP WiTh tHaT!?!?"
"aNy tImE I TrY To kIlL SoMeThIn' FoR FoOd, It tUrNs iNtO FuCkIn' MaGaTsUhI BeFoRe i cAn eVeN TaKe a dEcEnT BiTe! LiKe wHaT ThE FuCk's uP WiTh tHaT!?!?"
“Go find some meat to tenderize, then.”
January 16, 2026 at 4:31 AM
“...I haven't the faintest clue. Though it's not unheard of, I suppose. Lesser monsters where I'm from did similar...”
“Are there any humanoids in your area? They typically stay after death, hee-hee...”
“Are there any humanoids in your area? They typically stay after death, hee-hee...”
“Go find some meat to tenderize, then.”
"...I DiDn't uNdErStAnD A FuCkInG ClUe aBoUt aNy oF ThAt aSiDe fRoM 'mEaT' aNd 'FlEsH'!"
"dAmMiT! nOw yOu'vE MaDe mE HuNgRy!"
"dAmMiT! nOw yOu'vE MaDe mE HuNgRy!"
“Not everyone knows this, but there's a method to preparing meat that results in a tender bite to eat every time.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
January 16, 2026 at 4:20 AM
“Go find some meat to tenderize, then.”
“Not everyone knows this, but there's a method to preparing meat that results in a tender bite to eat every time.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
January 16, 2026 at 3:51 AM
“Not everyone knows this, but there's a method to preparing meat that results in a tender bite to eat every time.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
“Simply batter your quarry, just the right amount...”
“Then, may you feast upon tender flesh.”
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
You're useless... less than useless. You're sick. People like you don't deserve to live.
January 16, 2026 at 2:48 AM
You're useless... less than useless. You're sick. People like you don't deserve to live.
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
LET ME EAT YOU .ᐟ LET ME LOVE YOU .ᐟ
January 15, 2026 at 6:35 PM
LET ME EAT YOU .ᐟ LET ME LOVE YOU .ᐟ
How perceptive, for what appears to be an enchanted artifact...
But there still wasn't anything immediately noticeable. Webbing, overgrowth from nature's gradual reclamation. But, wait... were there gems in the ceiling?
...no. No, gems don't blink on their own, do they?
“...sha-sha-sha...”
》
But there still wasn't anything immediately noticeable. Webbing, overgrowth from nature's gradual reclamation. But, wait... were there gems in the ceiling?
...no. No, gems don't blink on their own, do they?
“...sha-sha-sha...”
》
January 15, 2026 at 6:30 PM
How perceptive, for what appears to be an enchanted artifact...
But there still wasn't anything immediately noticeable. Webbing, overgrowth from nature's gradual reclamation. But, wait... were there gems in the ceiling?
...no. No, gems don't blink on their own, do they?
“...sha-sha-sha...”
》
But there still wasn't anything immediately noticeable. Webbing, overgrowth from nature's gradual reclamation. But, wait... were there gems in the ceiling?
...no. No, gems don't blink on their own, do they?
“...sha-sha-sha...”
》
...that was new. New was nice, even if it was trespassers...
The maid silently walks along the ceiling, causing a multitude of bugs to flee in waves as she approaches, fearing their potential fate at the defender of these nameless ruins.
One such insect, a centipede, happens to fall directly
》
The maid silently walks along the ceiling, causing a multitude of bugs to flee in waves as she approaches, fearing their potential fate at the defender of these nameless ruins.
One such insect, a centipede, happens to fall directly
》
There was a tall, horned man with wild and feathery hair. He could be seen studying a few of the etchings in the ruins with a couple masks. One of a Jungle warrior. Another of a three-eyed insect.
"..."
In his hands were a book and pencil. He was sketching what was in front of him.
"..."
In his hands were a book and pencil. He was sketching what was in front of him.
She's currently skittering about some old ruins, weaving webs, traps, as well as eating whatever bugs may be living within.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
January 15, 2026 at 6:16 PM
...that was new. New was nice, even if it was trespassers...
The maid silently walks along the ceiling, causing a multitude of bugs to flee in waves as she approaches, fearing their potential fate at the defender of these nameless ruins.
One such insect, a centipede, happens to fall directly
》
The maid silently walks along the ceiling, causing a multitude of bugs to flee in waves as she approaches, fearing their potential fate at the defender of these nameless ruins.
One such insect, a centipede, happens to fall directly
》
“Supreme Ones, I wish someone would talk to me like this...”
January 15, 2026 at 6:05 PM
“Supreme Ones, I wish someone would talk to me like this...”
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
RAIDEN. TURN OFF THE GAME CONSOLE RIGHT NOW.
January 15, 2026 at 10:52 AM
RAIDEN. TURN OFF THE GAME CONSOLE RIGHT NOW.
jamcat
I know it's wishful fucking thinking, but if anyone were to indulge me and make an Overlord account, I would fold for a Lupusregina, and no, I will not elaborate.
I know it's wishful fucking thinking, but if anyone were to indulge me and make an Overlord account, I would fold for a Lupusregina, and no, I will not elaborate.
January 14, 2026 at 4:31 PM
jamcat
I know it's wishful fucking thinking, but if anyone were to indulge me and make an Overlord account, I would fold for a Lupusregina, and no, I will not elaborate.
I know it's wishful fucking thinking, but if anyone were to indulge me and make an Overlord account, I would fold for a Lupusregina, and no, I will not elaborate.
She's currently skittering about some old ruins, weaving webs, traps, as well as eating whatever bugs may be living within.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
January 14, 2026 at 4:01 PM
She's currently skittering about some old ruins, weaving webs, traps, as well as eating whatever bugs may be living within.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
Lord-less behavior...
It drives her mad, not having something- or someone- to protect.
Neither.
She can shoot bullet bugs on her own, and has blade bug for the sword.
She chooses bugs.
She can shoot bullet bugs on her own, and has blade bug for the sword.
She chooses bugs.
Would your muse prefer a pistol or a sword?
January 14, 2026 at 3:14 PM
Neither.
She can shoot bullet bugs on her own, and has blade bug for the sword.
She chooses bugs.
She can shoot bullet bugs on her own, and has blade bug for the sword.
She chooses bugs.
Whenever she isn't busy, she'll reintroduce herself.
After all, this is the multiverse we're talking about, here. She's only got glimpses through dreams, and even those are hazy. But it's a chance to make friends again, right?
Surely she'd enjoy the meeting, as well!
After all, this is the multiverse we're talking about, here. She's only got glimpses through dreams, and even those are hazy. But it's a chance to make friends again, right?
Surely she'd enjoy the meeting, as well!
He’s just going to act like that doesn’t bother him. Funnily enough, he’s made friends with people who eat the same thing.
“ Nice to see her again, she seems well at least. “
He’s just going to act like that doesn’t bother him. Funnily enough, he’s made friends with people who eat the same thing.
“ Nice to see her again, she seems well at least. “
January 14, 2026 at 3:06 PM
Whenever she isn't busy, she'll reintroduce herself.
After all, this is the multiverse we're talking about, here. She's only got glimpses through dreams, and even those are hazy. But it's a chance to make friends again, right?
Surely she'd enjoy the meeting, as well!
After all, this is the multiverse we're talking about, here. She's only got glimpses through dreams, and even those are hazy. But it's a chance to make friends again, right?
Surely she'd enjoy the meeting, as well!
It's very bloody. At least, where there's still meat on the bones. Otherwise, it's bone and sinew she's snapping through.
It's definitely human.
It's definitely human.
“ What is… She munching on? “
“ What is… She munching on? “
January 14, 2026 at 2:59 PM
It's very bloody. At least, where there's still meat on the bones. Otherwise, it's bone and sinew she's snapping through.
It's definitely human.
It's definitely human.
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
Prepare for unforseen... consequences.
January 14, 2026 at 2:43 PM
Prepare for unforseen... consequences.
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
Like when the dream no longer needs its dreamer
October 7, 2025 at 7:16 AM
Like when the dream no longer needs its dreamer
Reposted by —𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 : 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍
I WORRY MY WRITINGS WILL NEVER BE FOUND.
I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FOUND.
I MUST MAKE THEM KNOWN.
I MUST INTERVENE.
I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FOUND.
I MUST MAKE THEM KNOWN.
I MUST INTERVENE.
October 7, 2025 at 7:21 AM
I WORRY MY WRITINGS WILL NEVER BE FOUND.
I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FOUND.
I MUST MAKE THEM KNOWN.
I MUST INTERVENE.
I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FOUND.
I MUST MAKE THEM KNOWN.
I MUST INTERVENE.
jamcat
Also don't get me wrong, I love Spades Slick. I adore Spades Slick, even.
But if I was ever going to write a version of Jack, it'd be Noir, if not only because he's the most unhinged variation of himself bar his poor possessed iteration.
Also don't get me wrong, I love Spades Slick. I adore Spades Slick, even.
But if I was ever going to write a version of Jack, it'd be Noir, if not only because he's the most unhinged variation of himself bar his poor possessed iteration.
October 7, 2025 at 6:46 AM
jamcat
Also don't get me wrong, I love Spades Slick. I adore Spades Slick, even.
But if I was ever going to write a version of Jack, it'd be Noir, if not only because he's the most unhinged variation of himself bar his poor possessed iteration.
Also don't get me wrong, I love Spades Slick. I adore Spades Slick, even.
But if I was ever going to write a version of Jack, it'd be Noir, if not only because he's the most unhinged variation of himself bar his poor possessed iteration.