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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months

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Hi mothmom! I’ve been super excited waiting for your ask box to open, after finding your stuff in like, October? Your writing is awesome! It helps I’m a sucker for BG3 content.

Admittedly I’m a bit nervous asking (I’ve gone over your rules list like 15 times), and hopefully no one has asked this yet!

I wanted to make a request for the BG3 male companions (especially Wyll) supporting tav as they come out as Trans? Specifically trans masc if you don’t mind. Thank you so much! Super excited to see what you come up with ❤️

A/N: Oh my gosh! It warms my heart to hear you’ve been waiting that long for something I’d write. Oh wow, I feel so honored! And what a great question! It fits within the rules just fine, don’t worry! Here’s how I think the main three male companions would respond. BTW, I used he/him pronouns for Tav here, hope that’s okay!

TW: Gender Mention, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria

Male BG3 Companions Reacting to a TransMasc! Tav

Astarion:

Astarion is completely on board with the idea, so long as he gets to go shopping with Tav/give them the occasional bit of fashion advice. After all, Astarion thinks himself the best-dressed guy in camp, so, of course, it makes sense for Tav to take style advice from him.

Astarion’s not very reactive. He was a high elf, born into the upper social classes of elf society in Baldur’s Gate. Certain high elves have been known to be blessed by Corellon, the androgynous leader of the elven pantheon, and the deity of Magic, Music, Arts, Crafts, Poetry, and Warfare. As the creator and preserver of the eleven race, he’s incredibly powerful. So powerful that in certain, very rare cases, special elves who receive a special blessing from them can change their gender following every long rest. These elves, known as "blessed of Corellon", can choose to be male, female, or 'neither' based on their moods or feelings. So the concept of changing one’s gender or appearance isn’t at all foreign to Astarion.

Astarion does his best to listen to Tav though, especially if this is a difficult subject for him. Astarion knows what it's like to not be in control of your own body, of your destiny- it’s awful, rotten, and certainly, not something he would want to intentionally inflict on another person, especially someone as important to him as Tav.

Astarion will listen intently, and take mental notes as to how Tav prefers to be treated. If he asks Asation to give him more credit in physical battles or to maybe lay off pet names like ‘Beautiful’, Astarion will respect Tav’s wishes. It may take Astarion some time to adjust, but he does make an immediate effort to.

Astarion will also not hesitate to cut a bitch who insults Tav or disrespects his pronouns or appearance. Astarion is basically the living, walking embodiment of that “respect people’s pronouns or I’ll make yours ‘was/were’”.

Gale:

Gale may put his hand in his mouth a handful of times when he talks to Tav about it at first, but he really does mean well. Gale’s just very curious about any magic or spells Tav has used, if any, in trying to alter their appearance or gender. Have they tried any transmutation spells? Polymorph? Any alchemy at all? Gale is very much on board with helping Tav achieve their desired look or body via magical means if that’s what he wants.

Gale offers assistance via magical means of course, but he also offers a sympathetic ear should Tav ever want to talk about it. Gale has met plenty of alchemists who struggled with their own identity, so he knows it can weigh heavy on one’s mind. And when you already have a mind flayer parasite on the mind, well, that’s quite a lot for just one mind to handle!

Gale’s very excited to share shaving and grooming tips, especially when it comes to beard upkeep. That is if Tav is interested in trying out a beard. Gods know Gale’s been dying to talk to someone about it, someone who appreciates a handsome face when they see one. Tara won’t stop bugging him to shave it, and he could use another fellow on his side. Maybe together he and Tav could persuade Tara into liking it. (I mean, probably not, but it’s worth a shot.)

Gale isn’t one to initiate conflict, but should someone disrespect Tav or talk down to him, Gale would certainly have some words for that individual. Granted they may be murmured or said under his breath so as to not start yet another fight on their journey but in the end it’s the thought that counts, right? And if those words just happen to be some sort of mischievous spell as revenge, well, some things just can’t be helped, can they?

Wyll:

Wyll is extremely kind and understanding when Tav tells him. He’s always very encouraging and does his best to uplift Tav anyway, but now that Wyll knows this, he tries even harder to do so.

Wyll knows how much other people’s perceptions of yourself can mean. Wyll himself was so used to people seeing him in one light before Mizora cast him into another. Adjusting to the horns has not been easy, but just as Tav stood by him through all of that, Wyll vows to stand by Tav.

He’s very polite, so he doesn’t ask a lot of questions unless Tav explicitly tells him it's okay to. If it is, Wyll will ask Tav about how they’d like to be addressed, how they’d like to be perceived within the roles of the team, and if there’s anything Wyll can do to make this process any easier for them.

You know how in the latest patch, there was a fix that said “Duke Ravengaurd will now use the player's correct pronouns when addressing them”? And collectively we were all like, so Wyll sat him down and gave him a talk, huh? Yeah, that.

Wyll’s very old-fashioned, not in his beliefs in gender roles, oh gods no, but in his belief that everyone should be treated with respect. (Well, sans goblins and like, bad guys, I guess.) So if Tav says they want to be called something, you can bet Wyll is the first one to remind the others if they slip up.

Wyll thinks Tav is just an incredible person and an all-around amazing guy. He’s so happy to have met them. It’s kind of silly, but in some ways, Wyll still sees himself as this sort of knight-in-shining armor, a hero sworn to protect the people. But what’s amazed Wyll time and time again is how often Tav reminds Wyll and everyone else by extension, just how capable he is, as a leader and a friend. Tav isn’t helpless in need of rescue, he’s very capable in his way. Wyll finds it captivating, all the time Tav has come to his rescue.

#bg3 imagine #baldurs gate 3 imagine #baldurs gate imagine #bg3 x tav #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #hc

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murpheyyplayys · 1 year

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question, mothmom here. if you knew aliens were visiting your house (and that they are friendly)(and that you can talk to them)(and that they're not coming for like diplomatic reasons or whatever) what drinks would you prepare for them in advance?

Oooo. this is an important question. I think a cherry lime-aid, a little sweet and a little sour. also maybe a nice like irish coffee. o.O

#i live and breathe coffee #coffee is my life

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bestvictima · 6 years

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sb: where’s tegan? i’ve been looking for them for like, half an hour. jonah: over there in the middle of that group of therapists, basking in all the attention. i don’t understand how you’d miss that big of a group. sb: so why are you watching this? jonah: i’m half impressed, half scared of them. they’re fun to watch though.

#vampdad and mothmom are the best canon brotp i have #(and like i know they're the only canon brotp i have but like...lemme have this)#(also...ask tegan abt jonah...let them talk abt him)#❝ ooc. \ david lynch wants to fuck a cup of coffee.

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heuristicallyinclined · 2 years

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10 12 14 for Ahmana

Coming right up

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Ahmana paces when thinking and gets restless if she doesn't. It helps her think. Also will talk to herself while working/writing dialogue. Gotta make sure it still sounds like conversation.

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

Casual physical affection, buying random stuff (food, little trinkets, tools) based off of previous conversations, sharing/making food. Little things that shows she's present/listening.

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

So Ahmana's lusus mothmom is based off of the Spanish Moon/Stained Glass Moth. Moths are generally loners/ not really social creatures so she's fine being alone and chilling at her hive. Also got more into gardening to give mothmom a consistent nectar supply so she wouldn't have to fly too far off for food. I also hc mothmom as poisonous, giving anything from hives from contact poisoning to potent hemotoxins if bitten/ surface toxins are ingested. Ahmana has gotten a solid poison resistance as a result and interest in toxicology, making working with some more normally dangerous plants either a nonissue or mild inconvenience at most.

#Ahmana Ipalba #mothmom is quiet but supportive ig #not much you can do with a moth socially

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bigbadconnivingbastard · 3 years

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I'd like to know more about Cory! Could you tell us some stuff about her?

yeah! id like to talk about her as well

so uhhhh lets see

i guess i should start with what the cobalt parasite is bc i dont think i explained it

its a piece of a bigger creature that made its way into her when she was in the refinery, she feels its desires and cant help but act on them, which is why she kinda like,,,EATS PEOPLE

it also knows her, and if someone threatens to hurt her it’ll make her lash out on them violently because god forbid i lose my one outlet to the outside world

but other than that

her personality is a lil different now, shes calm but playful and likes to make stupid jokes

but she cant really take things seriously

like ever, even if the situation really depends on it

and it tests people’s patience a LOT

SHES ALSO

JUST SLIGHTLY

A LITTLE BIT intellectually challenged, shes not the sharpest tool in the shed

and i guess this is important, shes born with the ability to understand butterflies, moths, yadayada

its why she can understand dusk, hes related to moths even though hes in the silkie family

OH OH OH the place she lives in is actually a blessed territory, its protected from outside forces or curses and is abnormally beautiful

we got fuckin cherry blossom trees, waterfall, crystal cave like damn share with us

but blessed territories are created when the life goddess chooses to make them, theres little places like it all throughout the planet, most of which are attractions/monuments

although this one in particular cant be seen unless the goddess WANTS it to, so the only reason corys even there is because she was guided to safety

fuck uh

i killed papilionem btw thats gone

uhhhhhhhhhhhh

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

she actually has two names, her first names are Coraline and Pearldrop and her last name is Callistis

pearldrop used to be her middle name but i killed it

she has a huge thing for cherry flavored stuff, like cherry soda, desserts, cherries themselves, anything related to it

her favorite food in particular is cherry cream puffs i know ive said that

bitch cannot STAND alcohol or sour things

she was born with stunted wings, theyre always stuck in the small form and she cant fly, only flitter like a BUG

easily trusting, like the dumb bitch she is

her real family is kinda either dead or missing, when she was a kiddo she was taken in by Vanny (@/hybersleebbunbun) and she was with her for several years, she actually viewed her as her mom

when she left she didnt see her again until they were adults, and then she finds out that well fuck shes married to my enemy’s best friend

her and fade actually get along though, she calls him dad and she likes spendin time with him

she also sees oreo (once again @/hybersleebbunbun) as a brother still from the time they lived together, but hes kinda salty towards her unfortunately

and one more thing, shes nicknamed Corndog and Bugaboo

just bc i thought it was cute

AND lemme plug this here, yknow the general info chart i have for everyone

full name: Coraline Pearldrop Callistis alias: Cory, Corndog, Mothmom, Ms. Callistis, Bugaboo gender: female age: 24 nationality: Russian birthday: April 21st species: Antiquis (Type 2) sexuality: bisexual power: glitter/holograms, telepathy with insects height: 5'9 ft./175.26 cm parents/siblings/family: Nacre Callistis, Cinnabar Callistis, Bramble Callistis, Zircon Callistis, Seafoam Callistis spouse: Lyric A. Theseus

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fantrawl · 5 years

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Averna Lepido

basics

Name: Averna Lepido

Nicknames: Av / Avvie / Vern

Gender/Sex: Female / Female identifying

Orientation: Unsure, but open to find out

Age: 10 solar sweeps / 21 earth years

Wriggling day: November 12th

appearance

Height: 5’ / 5’5 standing straight / 5’10 including horns

Weight: 120lbs / 54kg

Symbol:

Caste: Burgundy

Build: Short but stringy. Her limbs seem a tad too long for her body, almost as if she hasn’t grown into them quite yet. Because of these she’s gangly and rather awkward

Hair: Black & thicker than hell. Hasn’t been properly brushed in...a while, mostly because its too much for her to deal with. Usually seeks out someone else to style & brush it for her. It sits below her shoulders in a fluffy, texturized coud.

Eyes: Deep set eyes with heavy, hooded lids. They’re surrounded by dark circles, due to a lack of a proper sleep.

Nose: Wide, upturned, & just a little bit crooked.

Mouth: Just like her other features, it looks just a bit too big for her face. Her teeth are somewhat crooked, & her rounded canines poke out just past her bottom lip.

Horns: Starting from her temples, they come forward & up, looking almost like bunny ears

Other: Her right wrist is kept wrapped in bandages almost all of the time. It’s an old injury that still bothers her, & she prefers to keep the scars away from prying eyes.

Weapon: She’s not much of a fighter. In fact, she’s hardly met any other trolls in her neck of the woods, never mind fought one. However she does carry a walking stick with a lantern attached. If push came to shove, she'd be ready to defend herself.

Psionics/Abilities: Averna can communicate with ghosts, though she doesn’t really enjoy it...she finds most ghosts are kind of downers, & tries her best to avoid them.

Lusus: Mothmom - A bipedal creature with a sprawling pair of moth wings. She raised her charge from afar, only letting herself be seen by Averna once or twice. However, the comforting (read creepy for literally anybody else) red glow of her eyes can be seen through the trees almost every night

life

Occupation: Averna has no real job to speak of, surviving most of her life by hunting/gathering in the woods around her home. She does however run a blog about cryptids that brings in a few caegars a month in advertising.

Hobbies:

-Cryptid hunting - The woods surrounding her home are dark & populated with all manner of strange creatures, from aliens with strange colored skin, to strange feral lusii, it’s Avernas biggest goal to see them all. whether or not they’re real is another matter entirely, though she swears up and down that they are

-Photography - she’s not that good at it unfortunately, (most of her pictures are blurry, or the subject is just out of frame), but she loves it. She uses a fairly ancient Polaroid, & hangs her favorite pictures around her hive

-Hiking - The forest around her hive is dense & filled with plenty of interesting things for Averna to explore. On nights where both moons are shining bright, she can usually be found trekking barefoot around the woods, taking in the scenery

-Reading - It’s less of a hobby, and more of a guilty pleasure. There’s nothing Averna loves more at the end of a long night than curling up and sinking into a book. Her favorite genre is romance. Whether it’s pale, pitch or red doesn’t matter, she just loves to daydream, & imagine herself as the main character.

Hive: A very modest hut, located in a dense aboreal forest. It’s not much, but it’s comfortable, & it’s home!

Handle: occultAberration

Quirk: You better not have anywhere to be if you start a conversation with Averna. She talks & types very slowly, often dragging out certain words.

“Hmmmmmmmm…. the quuick brooown fox jumped ooover the laaaaazy dooog.”

Ancestor: The Lamplighter - A mysterious burgundy rumored to escort the souls of the dead to the other side. In reality, she worked as a smuggler, taking goods & mutants safely across all walks of Alternia.

quadrants

Matesprit: empty

Moirail: empty

Kismesis: empty

Auspistice: empty

#Averna Lepido #its her its my BABY #ty metzer 4 my LYFE that chibi is so good #anyway new and improved bio written hehehehhoo #Bio

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mrsmothmom · 4 months

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my face when thancred tries to rizz his bitches in my non-consensual flashback...

#final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv thancred #thancred waters #vtuber uprising #envtuber #indie vtuber #vtuberen #vtuber #envtubers #mothmom talks

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theangryblueone · 5 years

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A witch that usually just likes to collect neat rocks and mix potions from random cool things and make up your own spells on the spot, like to talk to bugs, but an angel bc you're nice to the bugs and friendly and kind.

@the-mothmom YOU AMAZINGLY EFFERVESCENT BITCH I KNOW ITS YOU

#asks

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the-palkyrie · 6 years

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Hey so uhhhh this is a milestone post i guess

Since I somehow reached over 400 followers a bit ago, I thought I’d make one of those appreciation posts or something!

@warlord-official, i may be biased but you’re the best viking on here. “Wardad” is pretty much be the perfect way to describe you, plus you’re super fun to talk to and joke around with.

@berserker-official, coming in for a close second because hey who needs Bouse Feenux when we got you? You’re chill and I respect the fact that you still keep us up to date whenever there’s a dev stream!

@huntress-official , you’re a cool gal and i respect you a whole bunch (plus huntress is still a cooler name than shaman but that’s just me). Keep it up, I’m glad that i met you and the others through this weird ass community!

@shaman-lewd, who thought a lewd blog was gonna be this civil, a shaman one at that? Jokes aside, seeing your shenanigans on my dash is always great and you’re a neat person.

@huntress-lovebites, I remember that you’ve been following me on your main for like....a long damn time and it was always nice to see “(x) liked your post” appear like a regular customer or something. Besides that, you got some peak viking aesthetic and you’re pretty good in general!

honorable viking mention to @stonetheconqueror, because you’re one at heart. I mean, i can’t blame you; who doesn’t love wolves? You’re a cool dude and It’s fun to hang out with you, be it playing TF2 or just joking around in discord.

And also a thanks to all the other FH-blogs that follow me! I wasn’t gonna list every single one I talk to because this post would get way to long, but I appreciate every one of you.

Now, @stomachkrampus might not be a FH blog but they’re still pretty cool anyways. I’ll still make fun of you for playing Cent, but thanks for following this dumb blog and interacting with me!

A special shoutout to my friend Tomiko too. Buddy, you’ve been such a huge inspiration and help to me ever since we started talking, especially when you still had that one blog running. Thanks for being such a cool friend and partner in crime when it came to those awful, awful edits we planned together.

Kirby, you’re a fucking goon but you’re still great. I haven’t really talked to you a whole bunch recently, but you’re someone i trust a lot. bet

Mothmom, you’re absolutely amazing. Don’t you dare let anyone else tell you otherwise, you mean a lot to me. Thank you for sticking around and being with me, you’re the best I could ask for and I don’t even know how I deserve you. <3

Last but not least, thanks to all of you people that follow me! Without you, this would not have been possible.

#palkyrie shouts #milestonekyrie #long post #I'm sorry half of this ended up being rambling so if anything doesn't make sense don't question it

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themothmomprophecies · 4 years

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mothmom moments:

Idk what disney thinks they’re talking about because the happiest place on earth is when your kid is jumping up and down every five seconds for five minutes straight and asking mommy to watch...

e v e r y f i v e s e c o n d s.

#you wouldn't believe how happy that makes a kid #jumping up and down #moments with my offspring #because jumping is fun!#every five seconds

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activatingaggro · 7 years

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RICCIN KAYATA

4 SWEEPS | 8 years old | 2723 words

"I'm sorry," Canvio says, eyes as wide as moons, shoulders shaking like she's a hound that's been hit: "- I'm sorry, I can fix her. I promise!"

Here's whatcha know about Canvio Storus, the worst girl in the whole, wide world:

One: her ears're worse than yours, somehow! Long enough that they hang down to her elbows, but heavy enough that she can't hold them straight, heavy enough they make your head ache just to look at 'em. They swing every single time she steps, and they drag, drag, drag.

The very first night you were here, a few perigees back, the proctor hadn't been careful about herding her through the door. It'd slammed down, right on her poor ear, and it was only in there for a second! But when they pulled it out, it was red all the way through, and she'd wept, and wept, and wept.

Two: she's always weeping about /something./ You're not sure how one girl can have so many feelings, honestly, 'cause you don't have that many: you've only ever wept after they put your port in, and that was just 'cause it hurt, not because of some silly feels. But she's full of the things. They're always bubbling up in a froth, pouring out past the the snaggles of her teeth, setting her to shaking like a leaf. The only time she isn't is when the proctors take a hold of her pan and run her testing. You've gotten to sit through a couple of them, when they were checking your psi, and if she's still a little rheumy-eyed, well -

- at least the red's staying in her eyes, where it belongs. And that's only sometimes, anyway. Last test, she'd wept there, too.

The other time she really, really ain't crying is when she's holding her lusus.

And the third thing you know is that, apparently, that ain't quite true anymore, either. Canvio's got her fronds knit tight in the ruff of her jackaldad, but that's still red rolling down her cheeks, staining her skin and the white of her uniform something awful.

"I'm sorry," she snuffles, weak, /wet/: "I'm so sorry..."

And part of you wants to snap that she should be, but your mouth's too dry for words, too dry for nothing ever since you heard a bark and caught her lusus with one paw pinned straight down on your lusus's wing.

Mothmom doesn't even buzz when you pick her up. She just flutters her wings, half-hearted, and you can see the moment when the motion touches the crumpled piece: a shudder runs all the way through her, antaennae to base, fur rippling like it just caught full of the wind, and then she deflates. Something in you aches at the sight. If you'd been there - if you'd paid any fucking attention -

- but nah, you'd been off trying to impress the little yellow with eyes as bright as yours, instead, and this is what fucking happened. She got hurt. Your lusus got hurt, and it's all your fault.

"Riccin?" A hand brushes your sleeve. When you look up, Canvio draws back, fangs biting hard into her lip. She's younger than you, you think: she's got the rough skin of someone fresh from the cocoon, though you've never met a newly brooded kid this weak. How'd she survive the trials? How did she ever survive anything?

And the rest of her words are going too fast for you to keep track of. You don't like Canvio, much, anymore than the rest of your crechemates: they always talk too much, and they talk too fast, like there's a race and they're all gonna lose it. You can't keep up with nothing, when they start going like that. Standard's a godless tongue in the first place, without 'em adding speed.

But you don't have to understand her none to reply.

"Leave me alone," you say, flat, and pull your lusus closer. If you put her on your shoulder and cradle an arm under her, her wing stays straight, and you can feel the air coming out of her sides, each time she breathes out.

It's shallow, but she's still breathing out. That's good, you think.

Your job's to make sure it stays that way.

Canvio follows you all the way to the medical bay. The residence hall for the Navigressors is so big! You'd been spooked something awful the first perigee you were here, set all aquiver with the way the ceiling hangs so low, the fact everything's so fucking white. Your hive's scarcely got a roof at all, it's so high, and everything's dark, dark, dark, from the stone to the floor to the shit you've buried in it. And so's Li's, and so's Myrrha's, and so's probably Orpheo's, though you ain't seen it up close yet.

But you've gotten used to it. You know your whole way around this place, as good as you know the hills, as good as you know Li's ship. You could find your way blind! And that's good, 'cause mothmom keeps fluttering her good wing as she shifts on your shoulder, tries to find a position that doesn't hurt her none at all. "Mama, sto~op," you whine at her in your proper tongue, hissing it low, but that doesn't matter none, when Canvio's got ears like a bat behind you.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing!"

"Nuh-uh, you said something!" There's a trace of a whine working its way into her voice, throaty and unhappy, like it's her lusus that's gotten all mauled. You're gonna ignore her, but then she adds, quavering, all accusing-like: "- and it was Common!"

You're not allowed to speak nothing but Standard in the residence hall. It'd been strange, strange, strange when you'd first come up to the proctors and tried to say hello, introduce yourself like you were told, and they'd practically knocked the tongue out of your mouth over it. No one had minded Common when you'd signed up: you 'n Myrrha had joined with it, signed your name in fancy, blood-coloured pens in it, and the boys up front hadn't been all mealy-mouthed like other folks from other districts always sounded, tryin' to speak it.

But the Empire speaks Standard, is how Proper had explained it. They don't want you signing, and they don't want you speaking nothing they don't understand, and you get that, you do! Li flusters if you keep secrets. Ain't nobody like a secret, you least of all: way you figure it, it's like a lie, and no one wants to lie to the Empire.

It's just hard to remember, sometimes, when your lusus is hurt, and this's the tongue she knows. She doesn't understand you when you start off in Standard! Proper says she'll pick it up, if you keep talkin', but what're you supposed to do in the meanwhile? Let her fret? Let her wonder why her baby's speaking in tongues?

You know you ought to just let her wonder, let her figure it out, but you can't. It's not fair. She's just a moth, and she does her job of keeping you in line just fine: it's just up to you to do yours, of making it easy for her, of keeping her safe.

(Of not letting her get mauled, just because Kindra was chittering -)

"You didn't hear nothing," you snap, ears pinning back so they look like hers. When she opens her mouth like she's gonna protest, you add, vicious: "- and if you tell anyone you did, I'm gonna put both of your ears in the door!"

She whines, falling back, but you can still hear the click of her pops nails on the ground behind you. "We're almost there," you tell her, quiet, as you step around the corner. "Keep your wings down, mama!"

And Canvio hears that, too, but this time, at least, she doesn't comment. She just scampers forward as soon as the lime symbol of the medical bays visible, and slams herself against the door. Her claws scuttle on the wood, againsnt the handle, but it's not until her pops makes it up and leans against her that her grip gets steady.

Then she half-trips, tumbling out of your way as you head inside. You ignore the way she trills after you, appeasing, because she ought to. This is all her fault!

(This is all your fault. You should've been watching -)

"You gotta fix her," you say, as soon as you see the mediculler. He's half-slouched at his desk, head down, phone tucked away in the palm of his hand, but he jerks when you say that, like he wasn't expecting no one.

Or maybe he just wasn't expecting the two of you: Canvio, red-cheeked and red-eyed, and you, cradling your poor mum half on your back. His eyes flit between the two of you, and you wish you were one of the mindreaders right now, 'cause you dunno what he's thinking.

You wish your voice was better. You wish your Standard was smoother, 'cause the words hitch even as you say 'em, and oh! Oh, you sound as weak and pupaish as Canvio: "- you gotta."

"I'm not a vet," he says, like that means anything. "Um. Oh, gosh. What is that? A bug? I don't - I can't -"

You're not Canvio. She's fresh out of the cavern, scarcely even two sweeps proper, with cocoon rough skin and ears that droop. She looks like a pupa, and she acts like a pupa, and you're not a pupa, goddamnit: you're four sweeps old, and you're more than old enough to act proper.

But you don't have to know what a vet is to know what his stuttering means.

And he's only halfway through his can't when you take a deep breath, and your protest comes out as one long sob instead.

He blanches, all at once. His hand flies up towards his mouth, and he says: "- oh, oh no," like you just killed a man on his floor, and you ought to say something. You ought to do something, to tell him that he's gotta fix her, he's gotta.. but the world's yellow and you can't stop fucking crying instead, big, gulping breathes that rip straight out of your poor lungs and leave your chest aching.

Your mama's panicking up on your shoulder, fur all ruffling, airholes closing and shutting like she wants to cry with you. You can feel the buzz of her, unhappy, and she's twisting in your arms to try and get a proper look at you, like each move ain't doing her wing more wrong. "Mama," you rasp, but she doesn't stop moving. "Mama!"

She chirrs at you, desperate, then butts her head against yours. When your grip loosens, she tries to wriggle free. And that, at least, stops your sobbing, because she can't.

"Stop," you cry, and the language's all wrong, wrong, wrong, but she doesn't understand you if you don't. Canvio chirps behind you, startled, but you keep going, wretched, even as the mediculler stares: "- stop, stop, stop - you're gonna hurt yourself!"

She stills, but you can feel the tension in her, like she's just waiting for you to relax. It's the same way she gets whenever you're doing something you oughtn't, and you grab her up to keep her from protesting. "You can't keep moving," you try anyway: "- you're gonna hurt yourself! Gonna hurt yourself worse! And you could rip off your wing, and then you'll die, and - and - and -"

"Here," the mediculler says, and there's cold hands brushing past your cheek as he reaches down. It's all you can do not to bite him as her feet scrape against your shirt, but when she chirrs at you, you have the sense to chirp back.

She holds still, this time, as he takes her up. He's bigger than you by over two heads, and she looks small in his arms, smaller than she ever really ought. "I can't help her," he says, gentle, "but. Um. We'll take her to someone that can, okay? Do you speak Standard?"

"Proper standard?" he adds, worried. "I.. can't do the lahs. Just nod if you understand."

You nod. When Canvio sidles up to you and latches onto your arm, burying her face in your shirt, you don't even shrug her off. He's holding your mama. You can't pay attention to anything else, right now, 'cause you don't let people do that: you don't let them even look at her long, usually, in case they get any ideas.

She's just a moth! She's just a fluffy, helpless moth, and it's your job to keep her safe.

.. and it's his job to fix her. It's just harder to remember that, when he's actually touching her.

"Good! I take it there was a little scrap, huh?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He's turning on his heel and walking away, the little klick of his shoes loud in the quiet of the bay, and it's up to you to follow, half-dragging Canvio in the process. "This happens so much. I don't know why they let you keep her outside of the cages," he admits, a little disapproving, and you can hear the pause of Canvio's lusus behind you, the sudden stop of his nails.

It doesn't start back up again. When you glance back, he's retreated back to the doorway, and Canvio makes a little sound, distressed, then lets go of your arm, all at once. Her ears flap behind her as she turns tail to follow him, and.. fine. Fine! You don't care.

When you fold your arms around yourself, it almost feels the same.

(You hope she gets both of her ears stuck in the door.)

The little hallway he leads you down is long, long, long, but it's getting dimmer with each step. The paint fades to gray. The lights go a little darker. It feels more like a hive than the rest of the buildings combined, and in the dark, your mama stands out like a beacon.

He takes you down another hall, and then into a little room, and then he turns to look at you.

"Where'd the little one go? With the barkbeast? Oh - never mind," he says, dismissive, "someone else can deal with that. Here, look at this. This is where your lusus should've been."

The room's filled with glass on the walls, as high as the ceiling, and inside each little cage is a lusus.

It takes you a second to realise that! They all look sleepy, tucked away like that, and they don't quite look real; if it weren't for the rise and fall of the rabbit closest to you, you'd have thought they were dead. Their eyes are shut, and they're curled up like they're asleep, but you've never quite seem a lusus as limp as these.

But there's all sorts of lusus here, too. There's a fox curled up, napping, in the cage above the rabbits. There's an actual lion in the kennel on the ground, her tail tucked tight over her nose, and none of them are bothered at all by the others around them.

None of these are trying to eat each other, like Canvio's went after yours.

The mediculler's been fiddling with one of the empty glasses as you watch. Something hisses, then it slides open, just like that. There's a towel on the inside, and a little pillow under it, to make it soft.

"We're going to keep her in here," he says, tapping his claw againsnt the glass, and then he sets her in, careful as anything. There's just enough room for her to have her wings all the way out, so the rumpled part is even as the rest, and she snuggles into the towel as soon as she touches it, little feet hooking right in.

She doesn't stir when he drops the lid on top and seals it shut. "There you go! She'll be safe in there. Safer than she was outside." Your lusus doesn't so much as chirp as the glass seals shut: she just watches you, eyes wide.

When you place your hand against the glass, you can't touch her. And above her, all around her, the other lususes don't so much as stir.

#RICCIN KAYATA #friendly reminder that Riccin keeps their lusus locked up most of the time #to prevent her from getting hurt |D #those formative year influences??#IEP kids - if they prove that they can't take care of their lusus - get their lusii locked up for 'their own safety'#in reality - like with the language suppression - it's just about exerting control #did this all in one chunk and have not edited this at aLL #so it's a little rough #I'll probably go back over it tomorrow |'D

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fractallogic · 6 years

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so I woke up this morning after tossing and turning for what felt like half the night, and I felt like the only thing that would make me feel okay was Accomplishing Something on my to-do list, but I also really wanted to go to the gym, but I also mostly just wanted to eat more nachos

so I did all my talking out loud to @jazzmoth because she’s the best mothmom, and I did the cat chores and got out of the house and went to the gym

and now I’m at the teashop with a veggie quesadilla and chips and queso from chipotle, and I’m feeling actually pretty good and not too shabby

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bestvictim-a-blog · 7 years

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finclegirlsx replied to your post: “i can’t wait for the next smash hit film to come...

pls talk to me about a mothmom movie what would happen what kind of horror subgenre is it WE MUST KNOW

first of all: NO JUMP SCARES. i feel it’s a way too overused trope in horror and they’re usually bad and there just for -- well, just being there. i feel like feelings of dread are much more effective than loud noises in order to scare someone. take, for example, this pic from one of the s.ilent hill games. you don’t see anything, but you can feel the anxiety and dread. another example of this would be entry #14 from m.arble hornets. you see the monster, but the lack of sound is -- frightening. this entry actually scares me.

second of all: i do want it to be bloody and gory, but i wouldn’t want it to be over the top. at some point, it stops becoming blood and gore for the sake of the story and instead it’s blood and gore for the sake of shocking. i don’t have a problem with it, but i don’t think it’s something that’d fit actually well.

third of all: i want it weird as all get out. that’s basically it.

#finclegirlsx #sorry about the cannibal oral.#[ i pulled this out of my ass but w/e. ]

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amehanaa · 7 years

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Hey! Ho! It's off to work we go~

Send me ‘ Hey ‘ for … | accepting !!

First impression: Bug mom ?? bUG MOM. Okay, so even though we have a ton of different AUs on whether or not Abi’s adopted or not or in modern etc. but I’m gonna go with just like a general one where Kin probably hears rumors of this strange girl from Ame who lost her parents and could be a spy and everyone is confused by her dialect but precious Mothmom to the rescue is thinking alongside Shibi like ‘ wait … we love strange and cute kiddos ‘. Eventually, mama Kin finally gets to see Abi when bby Shino tells her how she is enrolled at the Academy, though in a different class. So she comes to bring lunch to her baby boy or maybe picks him up from school and sneaks a peek at Abi on the way and introduces herself ( maybe offers her food ). Abi is probably a tad confused at first but is immediately comforted by the sight of the woman who feels like the comfort of a warm bedspread and with Shino who probably stands to the side of his mum’s legs with his bugs whispering to him. Either way, whatever happens, Abi feels happy around Kin for whatever reason at first and has a good feeling about her and thinks she is very pretty and nice and grateful that she even made an effort to talk to her. Best Bug Mom award ~Truth is: “ You are the mother I may never truly have as my own, but you are like the mother I have not been allowed the luxury of. Your kindness overwhelms like a monsoon and you are pure and golden in heart. I’m grateful to everything you have done for me. “How old do you look: Doesn’t matter bc she’s great and always flawless?? fashion mum strutting her stuffHave you ever made me laugh: Oh man, you haven’t heart Abi laugh until Kintsugi pulls a joke on her. These two just laugh so much and the Aburame Sarcasm is strong with these two ( even if they aren’t actually Aburame members oops – ). The whole bug family is generally very happy and cheery but when Abi or Kin make jokes at like the dinner table then it’s even more so because everyone gets in. Have you ever made me mad: Maybe when she was persistent about Abi marrying her son ( since she couldn’t adopt her as a daughter ) ?? But even then neither Shino or Abi are very angry with her but do explain they don’t see any romantic attraction to each other. They’re basically like siblings anyways !! Beyond that, maybe she can get a bit annoyed if Kintsugi follows her around too much and spies on her / embarrasses her on dates ? Not really though.Best feature: Too many ?? She’s literally so kind and sweet and the most considerate bug on the planet. She’s totally understanding and accepting and literally the kind of mother I want to have and I want to be? Abi is in love with just how comforting she is since she has such a motherly aura about her but she’s also a friend !!Have I ever had a crush on you: Get out o f here Kiba –You’re my: mom & close friend / best moth mom bug best friendName in my phone: MumShould you post this too? he cK

#; answered #goldenscribe

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