#mothposting

[moth-fanatic]

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Empty Spaces Walk Into A Bar

The mech pilot's handler orders the usual for it. It has been here before and it will return for countless tomorrows. It's a burn that cures, a painful reprieve from its emptiness. In the morning, it will become again, returning to its body, being filled with its blood and allotted its thoughts. Its targets.

The doll orders just as Miss commanded it to. The bartender was once cursed, afflicted with the arcane, so she feels pity for the magical. She breaks protocol and allows the doll to leave with a bottle of the witch's favourite. She is sure not to tell the doll it's breaking the rules. It forgets its change, or rather, the witch forgot to collect it using the doll as her tool.

The angel orders a glass of juice. The bartender hasn't seen its kind at this establishment in a while. With enough encouragement, it complains of its woes. How it was once an agent of heaven, a miracle worker, an extension of Him. Now it struggles to keep mere vices at bay, having already permitted itself to smell the ambient booze. The bartender remarks, silently to herself, that she's never seen an angel that fulfills its expectations.

The moth isn't sure what to order. All it knows is that it wants. Of the outlines of existence the bartender has observed tonight, this one seemed to be the most aware, the most active, almost as if it was a person. But the bartender knew better. This listless want was why it was empty. It had nothing for the want to fill, so it had no choice but to keep chasing. It orders the "brightest drink you have", something to try and fill the emptiness just a moment longer. Indeed, just for tonight, it feels alight.

The bartender closes for the night. She looks out on her establishment, an empty space defined by what it isn't. A store with no customers, a drink with no alcohol, a body with no self. She takes just a moment to mourn the day's activity. It takes just a moment more to cherish the silence.

[mothmothm0th]

some dolls never truly feel Still until their Witch has consumed their heart. it is, of course, a vestigial organ by that point, encased in porcelain, clockwork, fluffy stuffing, what have you. but for that class of doll, though the heart is emaciated and shriveled, desiccated, mummified, it beats still. can you imagine it? the typical human form is built on flesh and sinew and bone. flesh is never Still, neither is sinew. fools might think bones are Still but discerning eyes know better. these are not merely glib observations about how freaky human bodies are but definitional to whatever the opposite of Stillness is. humanity? maybe. the point is, some hearts survive the doll tf, which adds a bit of w to the acronym for deffos.

if you're reading this and you're raw doll material, I wouldn't worry about any of this. the hearteaten doll is a taxonomy of its own. perverts, of a particular kind. some of you dolls for sure got a lil tingle from imagining the ideal witch they'll never meet outside of their daydreams reaching into their chest and plucking out their heart and if that's you? yeah you? come closer. good doll. let me just whisper something in your ear. you deserve a witch who actually exists, flaws and all. you deserve a witch who will eat your heart. funnily enough, that kind of yearning is very moth-coded of you. ie even heard a rumour through the grapevine that the hearteaten dolls' hearts might somehow be mothly cocoons! haha what a funny concept. I can neither or deny this.

now, it is best practices to save a doll from whatever fate its yearning heart might have for it. eating the heart is necessary to bring Stillness. the magic of psychosexual metaphors and somesuch. for the witch, it's sort of like grooming (no not that kind, perv), only you do it just once. so maybe like neutering? must research further.

so, the doll gets to be Still, the witch gets to fixate on fixing its little blorbo, and the cocoon?? it's a win win win! I mean cmon where do you think us witchly moths come from? go along, lil doll-to-be. find a witch to bare your heart to~ 🫀

[beetlesneedless]

needle felted domestic silk moth!! (Bombyx mori)

[kiarathefox]

The fattest moth came to visit tonight

She's got a pattern I haven't seen before

@mechamothgirl

[l3p1d0pt3ra]

I'm getting very autistic about Artemis Fowl again for the first time since like eighth grade and it's full force. guys I'm on FF.net. most of this was written and completed before I was even born and I am vibing with it. i am desperate, not kidding

like I am ready to pirate watch the movie even though I know it's shit and inaccurate and it's probably gonna make me cringe.

[mothyballzz]

moth of the day

majestic beauty

[thimbledoll]

She is...

She is a Witch. Mistress of her domain. The apex of her craft. All powerful and all knowing. All of Magick is at her beck and call. All that is within her purview bows in answer to her. All the world dared deny her her power and all that denied her daren’t again. “All of it’s for naught.”

She is a moth. Voracious in her appetite. The definition of distracted. What was once the source of boundless mirth is now yesterday’s news. Whatever new knowledge lies over the horizon will be tomorrow’s feast. What forces seek to harness her hungers lament the flightiness of her appetites. What allies seek her succor hope that she remembers their pleas. “What was I doing?”

She is an angel. Resplendent in her divine light. The flame of hearth and home. No burden is too great. No ask is too large. No one suffers under her watch and care. No one shall know pain nor hunger nor fear nor darkness while she calls herself their guardian. “‘No’ is a word I don’t get the luxury of using.”

She is a doll. Elegant in her manner. The picture of precision. Stillness grips her and brings her peace. Still she answers those who command her. Still she brings them a moment of joy. Still the world turns without her, immune to it for but a moment. “Still, the reprieve must eventually end.”

She is a woman. Tired at her keyboard. Bereft of metaphor. “Can’t the world just stop spinning? Just for a moment…?”

[geeseinmybrain]

just making this post so i get more of the shit i want and less “content”

moth

Moths

bug

bugs

bugposting

bugblr

i sure love moths

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Also rain world! I sure love rain workd

i hope this works

[theeternalbanquett]

A Light In the Dark

This City loves to trick people

Most knew to stay away from the Shadows. That part was obvious.

Less knew about the Light.

You see, it only really affected Moths. And who cares about Moths? They are insignificant, worthless creatures who will burn themselves out in time anyway, so the City may as well have them while they have a use.

A small price to pay for Safety

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The Witch froze in place, eyes locked onto a pale silvery Light further down the path. Whatever she was holding fell to the ground, forgotten in her trance.

A step forward, towards the Light towards what she needs and craves and the warmth and Safety of home that comes with the painfully familiar and familiarly painful *Light* and-

A tugging sensation. Annoyed the Moth tries to pull whatever is stopping it but it does not budge

"Miss, look at this one."

A small anguished chittering noise works its way out of its throat. It needs to feel the heat on its skin, needs to feel and feast and burn and-

"Miss this one promises it will let go of your hand if that's what you want, but you have to look at this one first."

A couple more tugs, but the one keeping it from its Light refuses to let go. It finally turns towards what was holding it back.

She blinks. Looks at her hand held gently by the Doll next to her and the groceries on the ground.

The Doll smiles "Welcome back Miss. Let's go home."

[rottenjirai]

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?

[moth-fanatic]

long tailed burnet moth🤔

So prettyyyyy

[mothdust23]

⟢by definition, moths are self destructive.⟣

⟢it is simply their nature.⟣

⟢unlike the righteous guilt of angels or the selflessness of dolls, moths can help it.⟣

⟢it usually isn't out of self hatred, in fact, for many, they do not even consider themselves when their lives at risk.⟣

⟢..it's curiosity, enrapturement, the thrill. the pretty light that's worth burning up to get a bit closer. the hero you'll be if you fly your ship into the enemy's. the spark of inspiration, the zone, the focus you get caught up in. the desperation of protecting your loved ones. the pride you hope you'll be given if you try just a bit harder.⟣

⟢the moments when you consider everything but yourself. that is the nature of a moth.⟣

[mothmothm0th]

a moth has four hands

one to type silly post on its phone. one to plink at the guitar in its lap. one to practice calligraphy. and one to put its life together again.

and the brains to do none of it good enough to sav- ooh a candle

[maybeelse]

naughty dolls go in the dollhole

where evil moths will eat away all their beautiful clothing

and torture them!

listen, can't you hear the screams?

... why does it sound like birds

what the fuck is happening in the dollhole

is that mahjong? god damn it

who gives moths tiles

[thewizardslime]

it's me, but if i was cooler, and a moth, :3

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