#moth desires

[laznivec]

"A...ah haa"

Vivian would open her mouth and slowly placed two of Adam's clawed fingers into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around them in a sexual manner

She wanted to add more pleasure to what was already happening. Her hips were slowly rocking back and forth as she could feel his cock hitting every right place for her right now. Her left hand would slowly move up and caress her own breasts

"Adam....oh gods Adam "

She would moan his name softly as she tweaked her own nipples the silver lining from her piercings were reflecting a soft light

" love...touch my pussy I want you to feel just how wet I am for you.i want you to feel every ounce of just how fucking down bad I am for you "

Vivian would remove his hand from her mouth as she placed two of his fingers right onto her clit just to add some extra pressure

"Fff"

She let out a soft moan as her hips continued to move back and forth onto his cock. It felt so good to have two sorts of stimulation

"I want you to rub circles adam.. please I beg of you...or if you'd like I can get off the top and you can show me just how much you love me"

@divine-gnosis

[nasa-is-shaking]

Happy Thursday everyone, I know there's no ep this week so I'm gonna take the opportunity to share my theory with the class.

My friend and I have been calling it the "fear smoothie" theory, and I believe that our encounters with fears consist of two or more entities working as one to create even more terrifying and horrific instances.

So during TMA we kinda caught on to the fact that each of the fears has a handful of signature tropes associated with them! (think manikins or doors, that kind of thing. Just stuff that gets the audience to catch onto who might be behind a statement) Well as I've been listening to TMAGP I've been trying to find those same tropes and I noticed something interesting. (and this is gonna be a bit long but bear with me)

In each of the eps so far I have picked up tropes from two or more of the fears working in tandem to create even more horrific situations!

How did this happen? Good question I have three equally plausible situations on why the entities are doing this.

Number 1: During the aftermath of the eyepocalypse the fears were smushed even closer together than they had been previously been, when they were forced through the hole in the universe. Therefore they are now so intrinsically close that they physically cannot work separately.

Number 2: This is web bullshit, most of the fears aren't really too conscious besides "feed" so it makes sense if the web is trying to relive what it was like in the eyepocalypse.

Number 3: The fears remember how wonderful it was when the world went wrong. They are working together because they liked it. it made them realize that their teamwork was the best way to get the most fear and by working together they are hoping to create another "Archivist" (someone touched by all of the fears) to put them back to their full power. What's the best way to do that? Make 100 avatars touched by at least 2 fears each and make them race!

Here is my current list of eps and what I think the smoothies are for each:

EP 1 First Shift ~ Eye + Web

EP 2 Making Adjustments ~ Flesh + Desolation

EP 3 Putting Down Roots ~ Corruption + Spiral

EP 4 Taking Notes ~ Slaughter + Flesh

EP 5 Personal Screening ~ Web + Stranger

EP 6 Introductions ~ Flesh + Spiral

EP 7 Give and Take ~ Stranger + Buried

EP8 Running on Empty ~ Spiral + Lonely (+ some elements of the Vast and the Flesh but not enough to officially make the board)

EP 9 Rolling With It ~ Hunt + End

EP 10 Saturday Night ~ Hunt + Stranger

Anywho! Lemme know if you have any ideas for future eps as well as if you disagree with one of my points and think a different fear would fit better!!

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

Morgana Pendragon

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

[angrybatart]

Some veteran Sky Kid is screaming like a banshee while frantically searching for their moth.

[trippingthemoonlightfantastic]

Entreaty To A Lover

Watercolor On Black Paper

2022, 11"x 14'

Mini Phals

Private Collection

[cryptidm0ths]

Vvvvvv messy doodles of magical girl au

[kona-boba]

a luna moth sighting is a rare one

[thishazeleyeddemon]

Fëanáro's seemed different, recently. Finwë isn't sure what it is. Everything is the same, right?

Miriel smiles, her eyes like keyholes - which is normal, right? That's just like it was before. Of course, dear, she says. Everything is fine.

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Winged Lion loose in Valinor finds the world's worst person to become a Dungeon Lord. This will go well I think.

[altair214]

The Endless Moths

I decided I should make a post for all the moths together so here it is:

Destiny of the Endless:

Destiny was based off of the Black Witch Moth, which I thought was fitting because it sort of looks like it has chains on it’s wings. Also, fun fact, they’re known to be omens of good or bad luck, depending on the culture you ask, which I thought that was rather fitting for Destiny. 

Death of the Endless:

Death was based off of the Hemileuca Chinatiensis Moth, which I saw and immediately thought fit Death pretty well. It was a bit of a challenge to get her sigil right and even to decide where to place it, at first I was going to put it on the hindwings but then I realized that it would work better if I did a white imitation of her eyeliner on the hindwings, and drew her sigil on the forewings. I’m quite proud of this one in particular.

Dream of the Endless:

Dream was based off of the Polyphemus Moth, of course, I changed the coloring a bit to make sense for Dream. I originally got the idea for drawing these moths because I saw the spots on some moths’ hindwings and thought that it kind of looked like Dream’s sigil and it would be cool to draw it. So that’s what I did.

Destruction of the Endless:

For Destruction, I chose to use the Atlas Moth, one of the largest moths in the world, which I think fit him pretty well. It was a bit of a challenge to include the his sword, but I think I managed it okay. Now I didn’t want to only include his sigil because after all, he left for a reason. So I also made part of the thorax of the moth look like the red bundle that Destruction is often depicted of carrying a lot. 

Desire of the Endless:

Desire I based off of the Indian Moon Moth, though a red/pink version instead of the typical green. I think it fits Desire pretty well, it has a slightly sinister vibe which fits them. 

Despair of the Endless:

Despair is based off the One-Eyed Sphinx Moth, a slightly scary looking moth that fits her pretty well. The moth has spots on it’s hindwings that I thought looked a lot like her sigil and the slightly ragged state of its wings made me think of Despair. It took me forever to get the porportions of this on to look decent, but I’m pretty proud of how she turned out.

And last but not least

Delirium of the Endless:

Delirium is based off of the Purple-boardered Gold Moth. The moth has a sort of almost fluffy look to them that made me think of Delirium. I added a bit of color to the edges because I felt like that purple and yellow was not colorful enough for Delirium. I added the swirls to represent her sigil, and let me just say, swirls are harder to draw than they look. 

So this concludes my Endless Moths series. I’m pretty proud of all of these and I think my drawing has improved a lot since I started it. I might draw some more moths based on Sandman characters (yes, I’m thinking of Orpheus, I already have a moth picked out as well as a design for him). Please tell me which one’s your favorite or if you have suggestions for more characters/moths to draw, I’d be very happy to hear anyone’s thoughts 

[arty-cakes]

it would be nice to have a separate place for my stupid little comics considering that i never panel or plan anything and so consequently they're just rlly rlly long

[abandonedsdjfhcvndfbv]

Both 27 year olds in wh go crazy age regressing Charlie in a more physical manner (literal 10yr old body and for example her penchant for plushie-collecting) Ashe it just happens to him tragically mostly when talking to Noel it's not his fault he happens to trigger the most vulnerable emotions in Ashe on accident every single time (sorry i mentioned them once but then i went off about them in tags.) Charlie and Ashe parallels are so intriguing for real. Something is wrong with you guys

[mothgoddesss]

“Yes, I am your Elder, and your Karmic servant. But we’ve also reached beyond those at this point. As it was, as it is, and as it will be ... your Mother and I will guide you towards when you begin your own legacy beyond this existence - every step of the way.  I promise.

This year, I am filled with resolve to up my game as an artist and a person.  I want to experiment with different methods of rendering, create more background work, and just overall share more of my paracosm because there is still ... SO MUCH. that I have yet to share with everyone!

I wouldn’t have been filled with this much resolve if it weren’t for all of my followers and friends over on InstaSky, many of them being on here, too. Regardless if you come from InstaSky or have just now learned of my existence, thank you all so much for your love and support!!

[myriamas]

who: @baashirdayne when and where: the gathering hall within hayford, prior to the noticed disappearance of lady mayya allyrion. the dornish courtiers finish up from an intimate dinner, each leaving the halls premises one by one. she is in a conversation with her brother when she notices the lord of starfall rising from his seat; they were the last three people in the room. soon two. context: following seeing lord jalabhar mooton's busted up face earlier in the day very briefly, myriam hears rumours of what has apparently happened, and spots the sword of the morning - it was time to ask upfront.

it was not rare or uncommon to hear the sounds of the lady of godsgrace's laughter bouncing from the walls in any room she stood within; most especially when she remained within the company of those she had always remained the most comfortable with. within the heart of hayford, a grand feasting hall that had dwindled in the number of their valyrian hosts and ended up being majority dornish folk, myriam allyrion had no way of knowing the darkness which occurred some passages away - and how life for house allyrion woudl change once again. at this moment, she remained seated closely beside her younger brother, listening closely to his experiences in encountering his previous lover's velaryon family; it was enough to cause her to grin, one that showed her teeth as she laughed over the rim of the goblet of her wine, almost pulling a face.

she would not say she had told him so, and yet still, never did she think there would have been an opportunity where they could have sat side by side and discussed such a matter together - not this one. it showed her that the world did go on, regardless of how much she lit it aflame in her words and in her actions; a slippery ideology nonetheless.

myriam reached forward slightly as a servant passed them by, continuing to hold goblets that would be of great convince to her: and whilst leaning forward, she almost slipped entirely out of the window seat she had comfortably nestled herself within. there was a rosy tint to her caramel kissed skin, reflecting in the burning of the hearth as the shimmer of her bindi remained in the middle of her forehead: and she reached forward to grab not one, but two extra goblets - presenting it to dastan almost as though she had secured a trophy for herself. for their house. for their parents. somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what her mother was doing in this very moment: the lady of godsgrace had refused to attend a summit within kings landing, going as far as to call her children deluded for doing so.

she wondered where her sister was, only for a moment though, before her thoughts became more fuzzy and hazy. she heard something about dastan knowing he should get himself to his chambers, and they kissed one another goodbye; though as she looked up, she noted another figure beginning to excuse himself from the social setting, joined with the bloodroyal of yronwood and the wyl of house wyl. how stern they all looked, myriam thought, the grin only spreading across her features more. "lord dayne!" her voice called, her mind suddenly going to something she had intended to speak to him of.

her voice was light and feminine as it carried over the hall, a renement of the passion that could be easily laced into her tone: gods knew jalabhar mooton had not deserved such a fierce beating. or he did. just not in front of many people, and how it could be argued to be traced back to her. she remained stood on one spot as he looked back over at her, and she merely raised one of the goblets with a cheeky smile on her features. he looked happy among his close companions, even if he did appear ever so stern; and when the spell broke, she began wandering her way over to him, purposefully taking her time. "i heard something of you this afternoon, my lord." and then she extended him the goblet, noting the way in which he looked at her. his smile was always enough to make her feel a fool.

how long would they be able to keep this up? how long would this bubble last before it was burst most horribly? she stepped forward, closing the distance between them slightly; her voice lowering now. "where were you this morning?" she asked, the smile making it apparent on her face that she was amused. as much as she should not have been. no doubt the wine had made her flowery, and yet she would have found it most entertaining, even if she were sober. but myriam allyrion sparkled and glowed like candlelight when she was intoxicated - until she did not. until the wax burned out, and the candle snuffed out.

[undercooked-icicle]

English Literature is Awsome. I wrote the words 'Implies Moth' souch today

[deathsweetblossoms]

"Will you dance with me?"... "I'd be delighted," he says as the musicians begin to play again. He sweeps me into his arms.

Our gazes meet, and there's a shock of mutual understanding that our bodies are pressed too closely.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

The Queen of Nothing

[rebelliousmuse]

Silent Heat

My gaze kept flickering back to him, drawn like a moth to a flame. His brow furrowed in concentration, a crease forming just above the bridge of his nose. It was ridiculous. Here I was, surrounded by shelves promising knowledge, and all I could think about was the way that single wrinkle deepened when he concentrated. - It was all a potent aphrodisiac.

My stomach did a ridiculous little flip-flop as he leaned forward, the fabric of his tweed jacket straining deliciously across his broad shoulders. The air around him seemed to crackle with a static I could almost feel. It was as if the silence of the library was a dam holding back a torrent of unspoken desire.

My core clenched, a delicious awareness blooming where it shouldn't. It was a primal awakening, a current that surged with every turn of the page, every rustle of paper. Each sound was an echo in the cavern of my desires, amplifying the heat that simmered low in my belly.

A yearning, sharp and sweet, bloomed within me. A fantasy of being consumed by that focus, by the intensity that radiated from him like a tangible force. It was a hunger that had nothing to do with knowledge, but with the delicious possibility of being completely possessed by him.