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mothsalami · 2 years

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headcannon you enjoy the cold and if u had a purrrsona they wojld be all fluffed up for it!

YEAH YOU R COMPLETELY RIGHT FHGDRTG

i have like a moth oc who wears like big coats and stuff too

ANYWAY HI MUTUAL :DDD TOE

#moth screems

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muyru-iru · 11 months

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This time we've got the design for Zelda- one in her spirit form and another as a moth. Her first meeting with Link was when he had been a moth speedrunning the Vault of Knowledge. And Link was totally distracted. I know why, it takes a lot of precious time due to the unskippable screenplays. Please, it's too much for my mind.

And while i played through there was this door. This one door for four. I sat there for a lifetime until another moth finally came and left me there alone. T_T

Imagine having that patience. I wanted to commit arson just like Link in botw or totk.

And Zelda is the friend that takes your no as yes and drags you around despite being dead.

Translation for the internal screeming of Link: " It's finally over. I've been traveling for five hours. It's exhausting. DO YOU KNOW THE PAIN OF SITTING IN FRONT OF A DOOR FOR AN ETERNITY???!!!

Aaaaaaahhhhhh, I WANT TO BURN THIS PLACE TO THE FUCKING GROUND."

#au #sky children of the light #sky cotl #loz totk #totk fanart #loz zelda #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #link #totk link #crossover #I project my trauma of patience onto them #character design #cotl fanart

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lucatielsgirlfriend · 3 years

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Theres moths all over my house im screeming

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lipslikemoonshine · 4 years

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A scene from the book I’ll never write:

[unedited. probably some typos.]

Water dripping on my face stirred me from my unconsciousness. I struggled to open my eyes. The cold damp floor seeped through my skin as an unwelcomed ache. My bones felt bruised and splintered. My shivering only worsened the pain. I couldn’t remember just how long I’d been locked in this cell, but I knew several moons had passed since my run in with Aetran in the woods.

I was nothing more than a caged animal now.

The sound of approaching footsteps did little to rouse me from where I was. I was weak and utterly exhausted. Chain mail clattering noisely filled me with an odd relief. At least King Roan wasn’t here for me. Or if he was he was dressed for war. My stomach lurched at the thought.

“Get up.” The voice commanded gruffly.

Gooseflesh prickled across my skin, it wasn’t the King, but his Guard. I didn’t know his true name, only that those who spoke of him called him the Wolf of Crimson Rain. In truth he didn’t need a name, just the sight of him would strike fear into anyone who dared venture too close. No one stayed near him long enough to learn of what to call him. Instead they ran off like frightened rabbits and those who bravely stood their ground were only subjected to his venomous tongue. His words were few, but sharper than any steel. I had lost count at the number of maids he had ran off simply by growling in their direction. He was the embodiment of fear. From his imposing stature, to his brutish animal like nature, to the deep gashes that ran across the side of his face that twisted into unsightly scarred flesh. If I hadn’t known any better I’d think he was mauled by a bear, but I knew of the true dangers that lurked deep within those woods.

“Didn’t you hear me, girl? I said get up.” He repeated, this time a sharp deadly edge to his tone. The sound of his armor had ceased once he reached the door of my cell. I could feel his gaze heavy upon me, but I was unable to muster the strength to look at him.

“I can’t.” I said barely above a whisper, the sound getting caught in my throat.

I pryed my heavy lids open, finally catching a glimpse of him. His towering height made it difficult for me to look at all of him. He was in his usual amor, his hand gripped tightly around the hilt of his sword. When my eyes finally met his I remembered why he reminded me of my home. The stormy greys and blues of his eyes nearly knocked what little breath I had from me. His face was always twisted into a scowl, those scars pulling at the corners of his mouth only made him look more menacing. But his eyes held something more than just anger. Silent emotion lived within them, speaking what he would never say. Everyone feared him too much to look at him directly, if they had they’d realize there was more to the fearsome man they’d named the Wolf of Crimson Rain. Even though parts of me still feared him, I knew deep down he would never hurt me.

Wolf looked back toward whence he came, before opening the door and stepping inside my cold cell. His heavy steps landing just beside of me. I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting to be yanked up on my feet. I needed to prepare myself to hold my body up. But the harsh touch never came. Instead I felt a large calloused hand rest gently on my hip. With a soft push, he rolled me over onto my back and cradled my head with his other hand, keeping it off the unforgiving stone. His fingers were getting caught in the unruly tangles in my hair as he sat me up. Using his arm to support my back in order to keep me upright.

I went to speak my thanks but was interrupted by a wineskin being pressed to my lips.

“Drink.” He said lowly, the commanding tone still there and yet a hint of something else.

Greedily I gulped the cool liquid down, it had been so long since I had fresh clean water. Even though my body screemed for me to drink every bit of it, I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to be without water either. It felt selfish of me to take all of it after he’d offered it so selflessly.

I coughed and sputtered a bit as he removed the wineskin from my mouth. “Thank you.” I managed to get out between coughs.

“When was the last time they fed you, girl.?” He ground out harshly.

“I can’t remember..” I confess softly. Daring to look up at him. His eyes were already locked with mine. He didn’t say anything, not that he needed to. His eyes seemed to speak for him. A look of familiarity and hurt was quickly replaced with the anger that was always there.

He turned his face away from me, looking for something within his pack. His arm flexed a bit against my back as he moved, making his armor push uncomfortably against me. I didn’t make a sound though, as much as I wanted to. This was the most kindness I’ve been shown since I’d been here and from the most frightening man of all.

His hand returned to me, a piece of dried meat firmly between his fingers. The smell alone had me salivating. I glanced up at him, awaiting his word.

“Eat.” He demanded, a little more roughly this time. The sound of his voice reminded me of rocks sliding against one another. It was always so gruff and unsmooth, yet there was a hint of gentleness behind the coarseness of it.

I did as I was told. Hungrily eating the delicious salted venison in just a few bites. I wanted to savor the delicious flavor. I could barely remember the last time I’d had meat. Bread and cheese is what I had survived on this long. But being able to tear into something of substance stirred a primal part of me that craved the feeling of tearing flesh at my teeth. Wolf merely held the food for me, feeding me until I finally finished it.

I looked up at him, confusion knitting my brows together, “Why are you being so kind to me?”

His eyes widened slightly before narrowing, “Don’t be foolish, girl.”

I dropped my gaze back to the floor. Of course it was foolish of me to think he was doing anything more than just keeping me alive. The King needed me. He couldn’t just let me die down here.

“Of course...Thank you, my lord.” I replied kindly, hiding all the sorrow I felt from my voice. “Can you tell me if it is the King requested my presence?”

“Aye. Now get up. We’ve already been here too long.” He commanded.

“Yes, of course.” I answered, still feeling gentle push of his arm, urging me to stand.

Once I was on my feet, I teetered just a bit. Struggling to hold my weight with my own legs. I was so weak that I wanted to cry. All my time living in the forest seemed to be erased from my body. The muscle that once covered my arms and legs was barely there. The calluses on my hands that were once there from years of holding weapons had been smoothed away. I felt defeated. Like a shell of my former self. Before I was a wild spirit, with a fierce tongue and a desire for independence. I wanted no part of the Kings and Queens that ruled our land. I didn’t care about any of this, but I guess I didn’t realize that they cared about me. The wildfire that once lived within me had be throughly extinguished. Each beating I received reminded me that I was nothing more than a tool for them. A weapon for this war.

Tears slipped from eyes without me knowing, I tried to wipe them away before Wolf saw but a rough hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up.

“Look at me, girl.” He ground out through gritted teeth. The hair on the back of my neck prickled up, rousing something inside of me that I thought died long ago.

“A wolf is a wolf. Locked in a cage or dressed in fine silks. A wolf will do what it takes to survive, but a wolf will never have a master.” He said nearly growling.

“I don’t understand -“

He was silent for a moment, his eyes studying mine intently. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

I struggled to find the words to say, because nothing seemed to come to me. I was ensared in his gaze once more. Why had the most terrifying man in the Kingdom bring me the most comfort?

Silence mingled between us for a fleeting second, the air heavy with a feeling I didn’t recognize.

He hesitantly let go of my chin, before turning around.

“Come, little wolf. We mustn’t keep the King waiting.” He said, his voice returning to its usual angry snarl.

And even though most would be frightened by his abrasive tone, all I felt was moths in my stomach from my new found name.

Little wolf.

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melodylunamizu · 6 years

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I feel like The first Queen of Mewni all the way to Skywyene and to Eclipsa’s Mewberty form are actual butterflies but Festivia all the way to Star are moths. I forgot who it was in the book,probs Crescenta but she had the long brow n shit and it screemed moth to me. Solarias form in the tarot card looked much more like a butterfly. Not to mention Moon and Star kinda look more like a moth. Moon more so than Star.

Makes me wonder what Meteora’s butterfly form would look like if she gets one.

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #butterfly #moth #mewberty #queens of mewni

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mushroomflowerss · 3 years

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My trauma. A letter to the adutls on my life.

When I was yonger, you told me that being dishonest and lying was a horrible thing to do, that should bever do such thing, you always told me to neve let things get sweept on thee the rug, because people are always gonna lie to you and it better to have everything they say on count so they never screw you over. But here you are, lying to grandma about how you feel about your brother's daugther, letting things that he did how untice in ordee to keep everything "normal", letting that co-worker let lie blant on your face and doing nothing about it.

You always told me how good at remembering things you were, how you became a lawyer so you could tell people that they are lying and bring them to justice for it, but everytime something bad happends, for little that is, you hide it from me, you tell brother not to tell me, midle brother is never on the house so he never know whats happening and im here on my bedroom, wondering what is happening outside and hoping that i can drown the soud if the beeping car with my headphones and wating for tomorrow when magicly everything is normal again a no one will metion again what happen as usual. Like it was sweept under the rug.

And I love you, you do a lot of good things for me, you care for me, you feed me, and gave me a house! But... the screeming of that night, the tears and the wondering of what was happening, serching for anwers in my phone, texting brother, brother teking away the keys from you... and the next day everything normal with you driveing me to school... hunts me.

I remember I used to love spening time with you, i used to call you my favorite person, and you still are in many ways... and that night has not happend again... but a couple of moths later ther was no screming but you wanted to used the car of course you could not you were too drunk, brother took the keys and hide them so you would not kill your self driving, she was waching what was happening. Of course i didn't go out to see, i was too afraid because if that night. Next they you did not remember nothing and acted as usal, jolly and smileing and normal.

The next day you came back from your girl's house, i don't know if you two talk but I knew this was bad when you called me at 3 am to talk on the kitchen, you told me a lot of things about him, you told me it was not thw first time and that it happend once when you were 6, and you were drunk and crying. I always saw you as a cool dude, the type of dude whos parents were called on him on school, they dude who hang out with the popular kids and like trendy music, you were kind of my hero, you were confident, had a girlfriend, had lota of friends, you know, cool but when i saw you there crying at 3 am telling me all of you feeling and how you actually felt, I kinda was mad.. a kid is not suppused to see their hero cry, most importanly, a kid should not see a an adult cry and have ti comfort them, yet I did, I told you that u was fine that you should go to bed so you did. We never spoke about it again.

And finally you. You are the only one I can talk about what i like without getting shut down, you are always kind and make me laugh yet i know how sad, streesd and lonly you are, you joke about it, but i know it feels terrible, and we never spoke about because you are the adult and you should never tell a kid about how sad lonly and depressed you are.

And there is me, a kid who lern to never lie unless is to kepp normal even when you are dying inside, you can't be bisexual because you haven't kissed a girl even do you were tought to get away from them cuz they are predator, always say you are fine you don't wanna worry your parents, besides you have all you body parts and you have food and a roof witch means everything is fine! Right? Always do things right the first time or don't do them, don't talk about the things you like! They are boring! No person other that you like anime, cartoons and comics! So don't talk about them!, and always be on high alrt cuz people are going to lie to you, always, without exception.

#gen z quotes #a letter to myself

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mothsalami · 1 month

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ik its been awhile but i have abandoned this blog and moved to @mothybanks on tiktok!!

also i dont support william gold and ALL of my support goes to Shubble actually!! ignore any old posts this is an ex mcyt acc

#moth screems #mcyt

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mothsalami · 3 years

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she looks wayyy better irl but heres my beautiful enderman furby!!!

her name is endereye and her base was a gen 1 witches cat!!

and yes i made her a clay grass block bc i love her.

#furby #custom furby #furb #custom furb #enderman #minecraft #minecraft art #ig #she looks so crusty in the 3rd photo lol #safe furby #safefurby #moth screems #my furbs!!!

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mothsalami · 2 years

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dear transwomen,

when you like my posts i feel like i am being pat on my head by an omnipotent goddess

that is all

-genderqueer lesbian

#moth screems #trans #trans women

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mothsalami · 3 years

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enderdog ranboo and dragon tubbo!

(pls reblog that’d be very hot of you /p)

#beeduo fanart #beeduo #dragon!tubbo #dogboo #enderdog!ranboo #ranboo #tubbo_#ranboob #mcyt #fanart #tubbo fanart #ranboo fanart #ranboo art #tubbo art #mc youtubers #mc streamer #moth's art #moths art #moth screems

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mothsalami · 3 years

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heyo why are there so ppl being weird to the mcyt minors

like on fanfiction sites there are so many tommy, ranboo, and tubbo x readers that are not platonic and thats very weirdchamp as tommy and tubbo dont like fanfiction and ranboo only wants platonic stuff. Also they are minors and its fuckin weirddd

#moth screems #moth rants #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #fanfiction

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mothsalami · 2 years

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just poppin in to say that ur art is really cool okay bye

ACE!!!! thx omg <3333

#moth screems #moth answers

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mothsalami · 3 years

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