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mothtral · 1 month
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the family notices immediately that their aeon has their benevolent eye on you. how could they not? their aeon’s gaze is a weight they’ve known like the back of their hand since childhood, and it’s always noticeable when xipe… lingers on someone. especially an outsider.
one by one, members of the family approach you. asking if you need any help, if you’re enjoying your stay, do you need help getting back to your room. oh, don’t worry about it, it's no trouble, here, let us carry your bags.
sunday personally shows you around the forbidden zones, a gloved finger held to his lips to quiet your excited giggles. at first, he wondered just what drew xipe to you, but after spending night after night at your side… the picture becomes clear, with you are the main subject.
the family must be doing something right, because sunday shares with them the dream he had. xipe visited him and shared how pleased they were that the family has treated you so kindly. but they want all of them to do more. do anything that would tie you to penacony permanently.
xipe is saddened that they can’t claim you, another aeon having laid their filthy claws on you prior to your visit to penacony. no matter. things like this can break. it just takes a little time. thankfully, the dreamscape is a wonderful place where reality and time are things of the past.
(second part in another post.)
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rottenjirai · 1 month
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I hate that people make me sound crazy after they disrespect me and I lash out accordingly why must I be pliant so that you feel good about yourself?
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thanook · 10 months
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SO do yalls remember that user that did all the mothposting in 196?
Guess the fuck what, now they're simping for sharks
The vibe™️ is still the same, lots of hornyposting and "mommy 🥺", except now it's fish
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For the sake of fuck, @ozi-uwu
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photogenic-strawberry · 3 months
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Elephant Hawk Moth
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scientific name: deilephila elpenor
family: sphingidae
cool fact: they have very sensitive eyes so they can see colours at night!
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thesmegalodon · 10 months
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here’s a cool moth i saw once on a hike
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this-or-that-poll · 24 days
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haha if you clicked any of these options i assume that you are a moth with a phone. who else would care about lamps that much?
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creepymutelilbugger · 10 months
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a very nice and cool leaf-like moth i found. what is she?
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unbidden-yidden · 6 months
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I have discovered the existence of a Jewish moth (polygrammate hebraeicum), and look at this beauty! So full of ahavat Yisrael he has hearts on his wings <3
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i'm love him ;-;
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windwenn · 17 days
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Möth
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parmesannie · 1 year
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biting: an (excessive) woosan love language ❤️
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mothtral · 2 months
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you haven’t been on penacony for long, but you’ve read up on what the archives has on the planet and it’s people. there isn’t too much, information corrupted after the express was decommissioned. (dan heng asks that you help gather knowledge to fill in the gaps.) but what you do gather is that halovians do not like their wings ogled. they consider their wings and the halos something sacred.
so why, exactly, is sunday, penacony’s leader, giving you a necklace that has gilded cage pendant with a familiar looking feather encased inside?
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rottenjirai · 2 months
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I have to become pretty how else will I matter to others.
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amanita-house · 10 months
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Do not go softly
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hyacinthdoll1315 · 4 months
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Celebration
An angel flies between water-soaked streets. It was a rainy night and the skies are still grey, though with a few patches of light between. Its wings flicker as its divine power glistens off away. It has no one to be with on a day such as this, and so it flies, enjoying what time it has.
The angel sees something glisten in a dark alleyway, translucent wings wet and motionless, setae soaked and heavy. The angel flies down to the moth, curled up, trembling and pained.
"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be with other moths, celebrating with a good meal of fabric?" The angel asks.
The moth replies, "The others do not care for me, and so have left me here. I thought we'd always be together, but now their home is theirs and no more mine."
"Then on a night as this, where we would be alone, perhaps we can celebrate together?"
The two hold hands as they fly together, finding peace in the other's company. The sky is still grey, the streets a glistening mirror.
The moth hears something tick in a small corner of the street. Its body cracked and ragged, its gears rusted and uncoiled. The moth flies down to the doll, worn down, still, resigned.
"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating with tea and your witch?" The moth asks.
The doll replies, "My witch has no more need of me, I am but a tool, once cared for and used. Now I am no more than discarded rubbish."
"Then on a night as this, where we would lose our hearts alone, perhaps we can care for each other?"
The three now fly together, the doll in the moth and the angel's embrace. The sky is still grey, but now not so lonely.
The doll sees something crying on a rooftop. Its neck scorched and torn, its eyes frantic and haunted. The doll comes down to the pilot, crying, shaky and lost.
"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating in your mech or with other pilots?" The Doll asks,
The mech pilot replies, "They took me from us, destroyed and scrapped us, they tore me from my body, and now there is only a torn heart."
"Then on a night as this, where we would suffer our losses of ourselves, perhaps we can fill each other?"
The four now fly together, their hearts connected as one. The sky is dark, but not so grey anymore. Together they fill and care and are not alone.
The pilot feels something shift in a ray of light. Its weapon dull and cold, its magic fades and falters. The pilot drops down to the magical girl, sad, confused and hurt.
"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be enjoying sweet treats with your magical friends?" The pilot asks.
The magical girl replies, "My friends are dead and have become monsters, as are all our fates. now I am alone, the only one left, with no one to help me."
"Then on a night as this, where we would be left to our own ends, perhaps we can comfort each other."
The five flew together, and others joined as well. A witch with no company, a demon left to rot, a machine lost to advancement, a maker without what they made, a drone without commands, a harbinger with nothing to message.
Altogether they shared and loved and laughed and cared and filled and comforted and held and saved and protected. The sky was not so dark now, and while it had rained before, the skies parted for their group. And so they were happy. And though before they were alone, now they were together. And so they all celebrated.
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franzmasc · 2 years
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something something you are harrowhark nonagesimus you are in love with god's death and god's daughter and you are in love with god's protection and god's words and you hate yourself for loving god's downfall while allowing yourself to not like god very much; you do not like god's cookies or his patronization you love god the father and not god the man. you love god the father because you love god's daughter. in your dreams she is god's daughter. you construe yourself as sin and you construe yourself as martyr but you cannot be a saint god tells you that you are not broken and you cannot be a saint. for a planet you are very small.
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demontouched · 9 months
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why does tma do this to my activity? who are you feral rats who enjoy the shit i post? follow me, ugh.
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