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sharkflan · 6 months

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happy halloweeeeeeeeeeen

#i wanted a pic with her as a butterfly and me as mothman #but she didn’t like my outfit #flantalk

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hogmilked · 3 months

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#mothman speaks #real pic i took that i almost posted on instagram #im okay i’m just back in my dusty moldy house and having a gnarly allergic reaction

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reactionimagesdaily · 2 months

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Can you share any reaction images of any kind featuring moth man please 🥺 tysm

I'll be honest, I don't have any mothman pics T_T

Best I can do is a pic that has a man and a moth in it

#mothman always makes me think of YMCA. Like my brain just goes 'MOTHMAN! There's no need to feel down. I said MOTHMAN! Pick yourself off t-'#not a pic #somebody asked me a thing!#ask mood: image request

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sp00kybimb0 · 8 months

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👣Not mine! 👣

#cryptid #cryptid culture #cryptidcore #spooky #paranormal #paranormal investigation #monsters #cryptid creatures #jersey devil #mothman #bigfoot #werewolf #goblin #elf #elemental spirits #Halloween #not my pic

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absent-enigma · 1 month

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Mothman Horror x Reader

Compiling the snippets from ao3, in case people don't want to read 100 words at a time (or however much a chapter I do)

[100 words a chapter (or more) of reader being wooed and doted on by mothman Horror]

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Your vehicle broke down on a desolate stretch of highway, help incoming.

Unfortunately, you waited in front of the vehicle’s headlights. In a split second, you were airborne, securely held by four arms. You’re snugly cradled to a massive bony chest attached to a body that dwarfed you two-three times over.

…apparently, mothmen could be skeletal.

A single red eyelight focused on you.

”…missed you.” A deep voice rumbled as large bony fingers soothingly traced along your back. “…not gonna lose you again.”

You issue out the loudest scream known to mankind as you’re carefully flown through the night sky.

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Horror was pleased to have found his mate safe and unharmed.

But why were you afraid enough to scream?

Horror’s eye light narrowed to a slit as he pivoted through the air. Wings beat steadily as his fluffy antenna wiggled, inspecting for shifts in the air.

No threats.

Maybe Horror just needed to get his mate back home to the safety of his nest. Horror would snuggle you close, securely, to keep you warm. Horror would fold his wings around his mate, shielding you from the cruelties of the world that had separated him from you in the first place.

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It quickly became apparent that screaming endlessly would do you no good (and hurt your throat). Your ride through the sky didn’t seem too rattled by the sound apart from a twitching of antenna. You wonder if the big guy didn’t understand you’d screamed because he’d picked you up.

But when a giant skeleton mothman crooned at you while gently yet urgently nuzzling the top of your head to apparently help soothe your nerves, you had to wonder why he believed he knew you.

After all, you damn well would remember meeting one of the well-hidden cryptids of the world.

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Horror’s mate finally stopped screaming. He was happy to have been able to calm you down, despite the size difference, with careful attentive nuzzling. As one scarred bony hand moved up to preen affectionately through your hair, Horror heard you make a noise he didn’t recall, along with the earlier scream.

A shuddering, uneasy breath.

Horror’s eye light shrank.

It was not a happy sound.

Preening forgotten, Horror focused on getting his mate back to the nest as quickly as possible.

Something was wrong.

Horror needed to make sure you were safe and comfortable so he could find out why.

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The view of the starry night would ordinarily have been an amazing sight, were you currently not being flown to who-knows-where by a massive mothman. A skeleton mothman with an impressive wingspan of gorgeous colors.

“Safe. You’re okay. Gotta get home. You’re safe.”

The mantra of a concerned giant of a cryptid, who caressed your back reassuringly, as if you were terribly injured.

You were not.

You’d just so happened to be abducted by a monster of a mothman that thought he’d ‘lost’ you. When (if) you got back home, you were going to have quite a story to tell.

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Horror reached his home in record time, briefly circling the treetops to ensure there were no threats nearby.

…it was safe.

Good.

Horror dipped down, folding his wings. He held you snugly to his ribcage, not wanting you to slip out of his arms. With practiced ease, Horror landed, lighter than his large bulk appeared capable of. Restlessly scraping his clawed feet on the branch beneath him, Horror lumbered to his nest. A hidden place in-between two closely grown-together trees, dead vegetation and fallen branches acting as camouflage; it kept prying eyes away.

You were home.

Horror’s mate was back.

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Had the mothman not drawn attention to it, you could have sworn he was going to walk both of you straight into the side of a gigantic tree. Instead, he reached out with one large arm to part overgrown and dead plants to stoop into a cozy home for a skele-mothman of his size.

There was a smattering of stolen items strewn around, and in the farthest corner of the space was a huge nest full of stolen soft material.

…and a lot of bones. A nest filled with bones that mothman was carrying you over to.

That was worrying.

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Horror crooned worriedly over the way you’d not said a single word. He felt the way you froze up over the sight of the bones in the nest.

That was…not good?

But it showed that he could hunt and provide?

…Had he forgotten that you didn’t like the bones in the nest the two of you shared?

Horror gently settled you in the nest after efficiently clearing out the bones into a nearby pile. Proudly fluffing his fur, Horror approached the nest with a purr, antenna wiggling happily, eager to snuggle with his mate for the remainder of the night.

-

What did one do when the mothman who brought you back to his home and looked like he wanted to devour you with his gaze approached the nest he’d set you down in?

Seriously, what did you do about this?

Mothman, eye light on you, used his first set of arms to brace himself to enter the nest. His massive size was more apparent now. He could crush you if he wasn’t careful.

“Wait.”

Amazingly, the large being went motionless.

“Who are you?”

You’d never seen such a look of pure devastation and soul-wrenching heartbreak that mothman gave you.

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You…didn’t remember him?

Horror’s wings hung limply against his back, antenna drooping as reality hit.

You feared him.

You screamed because of him.

Horror’s body began to tremble, breath shuddering out unevenly. What did he do to help you recall memories? Like you did for him? Helplessly, Horror’s eyelight roved around.

There.

The piece of wood hooked onto the nest.

Horror squinted at it.

Why was your name clawed through above his? When…had Horror been so clumsy to do that? Horror picked the piece up between thumb and forefinger.

A name.

Horror would start with reintroducing himself to his mate.

#undertale au fic #mothman horror #x reader #horror sans x reader #beeg boi is big #he just wants to hold you securely in his arms #im not obsessed #*trips and scatters mothman horror pics everywhere*

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the-moon-pal · 4 months

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