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UPDATE ! Mothman has been moved to my multimuse.

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UPDATE ! Mothman has been moved to my multimuse.

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UPDATE ! Mothman has been moved to my multimuse.

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UPDATE ! Mothman has been moved to my multimuse.

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Abandoned cabin in the woods

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ICONIC  THINGS  GLaDOS  FROM  PORTAL  HAS  SAID .

“   we’ve   both   said   a   lot   of   things   you’re   going   to   regret  .   ” “   i   think   we   can   put   our   differences   behind   us  …   you   monster  .   ” “   it’s   been   a   long   time  .   ” “   how   have   you   been  ?   ” “   this   will   be   our   only   chance   to   talk  .   ” “   you   are   a   horrible   person  .   ” “   i’ll   give   you   credit :   i   guess   you   are   listening   to   me  .   ” “   remember   before ,   when   i   was   talking   about   smelly   garbage   standing   around   being   useless  ?   that   was   a   metaphor  .   i   was   actually   talking   about   you  .   ” “   did   you   know   that   people   with   guilty   consciences   are   more   easily   startled   by   loud   nois—   *blasts   airhorn*   ” “   nobody   but   you   is   that   pointlessly   cruel  .   ” “   i   made   it   all   up  .   ” “   i   am   very   pleased   you   made   it   through   my   final   challenge ,   where   i  …   pretended   i   was   going   to   murder   you  .   ” “   i   know   you’re   there  .   i   can   sense   you  .   ” “   you   haven’t   escaped ,   you   know  .   ” “   you’re   not   even   going   the   right   way  .   ” “   uh - oh  .   somebody   cut   the   cake  .   i   told   them   to   wait   for   you ,   but   they   did   it   anyway  .   ” “   didn’t   we   have   some   fun ,   though  ?   ” “   you   really   shouldn’t   be   here  .   this   isn’t   safe   for   you  .   ” “   it’s   not   too   late   for   you   to   turn   back  .   ” “   okay  .   i   am   going   to   kill   you   now  .   ” “   someday ,   we’ll   remember   this   and   laugh  .   and   laugh  .   and   laugh  .   ” “   you’re   not   a   good   person  .   you   know   that ,   right  ?   ” “   this   is   your   fault  .   it   didn’t   have   to   be   like   this  .   ” “   i’m   not   kidding  .   turn   back ,   or   i   will   kill   you  .   ” “   i’m   going   to   kill   you ,   and   all   the   cake   is   gone  .   ” “   you   don’t   even   care ,   do   you  ?   ” “   despite   your   violent   behaviour ,   the   only   thing   you’ve   broken   so   far   is   my   heart  .   ” “   maybe   you   should   marry   that   thing   if   you   love   it   so   much  .   do   you   want   to   marry   it  ?   …   WELL   I   WON’T   LET   YOU  .   how   does   that   feel  ?   ” “   i’ll   tell   you   what   that   thing   isn’t :   it   isn’t   yours  .   so   leave   it   alone  .   ” “   have   i   ever   lied   to   you  ?   …   i   mean ,   in   this   room  .   ” “   killing   you   and   giving   you   good   advice   aren’t   mutually   exclusive  .   ” “   nice   job   breaking   it ,   hero  .   ” “   this   isn’t   brave  .   it’s   murder  .   what   did   i   ever   do   to   you  ?   ” “   i   honestly ,   TRULY   didn’t   think   you’d   fall   for   that  .   ” “   you’re   about   to   become   the   immediate   past   president   of   the   being   alive   club  .   ” “   i   hate   you   so   much  .   ” “   look ,   even   if   you   think   we’re   enemies ,   we’re   enemies   with   a   common   interest :   revenge  .   ” “   i   thought   you   were   my   greatest   enemy ,   when   all   along ,   you   were   my   best   friend  .   ” “   under   the   circumstances ,   i’ve   been   shockingly   nice  .   ” “   i   used   to   want   you   dead   but   now   i   only   want   you   gone  .   ” “   you’ve   got   your   short ,   sad   life   left  .   ” “   goodbye ,   my   only   friend  …   oh  —   did   you   think   i   meant   you  ?   that   would   be   funny   if   it   weren’t   so   sad  .   well ,   you   have   been   replaced  .   i   don’t   need   anyone   now  .   ” “   when   i   delete   you   maybe   i’ll   stop   feeling   so   bad  .   ” “   go   make   some   new   disaster  .   ” “   you’re   someone   else’s   problem  .   ” “   i’m   brilliant  .   i’m   not   bragging ,   it’s   an   objective   fact  .   ” “   i   hate   you  .   it   can’t   be   for   no   reason  .   you   must   deserve   it  .   ” “   i   don’t   suppose   you   ever   stopped   whining   long   enough   to   reflect   on   your   own   shortcomings  .   ”

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archerbird

“Oh.” Her voice cracks. Yep. This is happening, right there and now. For once, Calliope was disappointed that she hadn’t finally snapped and lost her mind, because it meant that this was actually going on right now.

“Yes, well… Knock yourself out, dear.” She shifts a bit in place; if she moves, will that upset the creature enough to strike? They seem peaceful for now, but she’s afraid to risk it.

     Knock yourself out means do it. From what he can tell. Is she saying what he thinks she is!?      "...I can have more?" he asks while pointing to the garden. He perks up at the thought, red eyes watching the girl like a dog waiting for a treat.

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archerbird

Calliope lets out a startled squeak. She’s a hard woman to scare, or at least she presents as such, but even the toughest folk would have a hard time being brave in the face of this.

Slowly but surely, her shaking hand reaches for the flower. From behind a wall of fear, her voice emerges. “I…hmm… Thank you?”

     Since she thanked him for it, the Mothman assumes that it is safe to proceed snacking. He blinks at her and picks more honeysuckles from the patch before him. After grabbing a few more fistfuls of flowers, he opens his mouth. Small pointed teeth like those of an eel or tapeworm close down on some of the bright yellow flowers. They taste so sweet! Like honey! Just as their name suggests. They are one of his favorites.      "...Them's tasty," he comments. If she is going to keep staring he will be as nice as possible.

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@archerbird liked for a starter.

     Slowly— cautiously— he offers the young lady a honeysuckle flower. As a peace offering for trespassing in ( what he assumes to be ) her garden. He was going to pick them and leave, but he's been CAUGHT.

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@musehorder liked for a starter.

     Clawed hands rise — SLOWLY — to prove he is innocent does not intend to attack. The Mothman is tall, hairy, and has a menacing presence even when he means not to. That is why people come looking for him most of the time. Maybe that is why this person has found him here now. But he has done nothing wrong.      "Not... Hurt," drawls the beast. If he talks, maybe they won't be mean.

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ooc. i have like no activity on here & that is a crime

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give my muse a mood.   sims inspired: send me a number to receive a small starter with my muse feeling one way or the other, or send 💚 to get them in a randomised mood!

          01     flirty           02     tense           03     happy           04     sad           05     angry           06     uncomfortable           07     inspired           08     embarrassed           09     focused           10     confident           11     dazed           12     playful           13     energized           14     bored

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     After getting slightly more comfortable with this newcomer in the woods, Mothman has taken to inspecting their belongings. He rarely gets to see things other than camping supplies and cars. Since this person poses no threat ( that he can tell ), he is quite curious. Their cell phone has intrigued him with its bright light and funny little ding! noises that it makes sometimes.      So he picks it up. Fuzzy head cocking from one side to the other, he tries to copy the way humans tap on these strange rectangle things.

     When he touches it, the phone shines a very BRIGHT light directly at the monster's face. His glowing red eyes are glued to the phone. So shiny... so pretty...

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@hatefulkatsuki liked for a starter.

     Bright flashing lights and loud BANGs draw the moth from his nest deep in the woods. Unlike lightning, these flashes are yellow and orange, and there is no rain. The noises don't sound like falling trees; or anything he has ever heard before, really. It would mostly be the lights that catch his attention.      ( Another of life's mysteries. He can't focus on anything else when something is bright or shiny. )      Mothman reaches the source... or what seems to be. It's just a young human man. He didn't know humans could be so loud — but where did the LIGHTS come from? Where did they go?

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starter call! like or reblog for a starter.

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     The summer crops are slowly dying out. At the edge of the field something stirs. A silhouette, a flash of red vaguely shaped like eyes. The mothman has tucked a few ears of corn into his arms. He stares at the witness like a deer in headlights.

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ooc. i tend to do a lot of "first meeting" interactions so this is an fyi that if you ever want to discuss a pre-established thing, i'm open to it!