#mothbits

[mothlagoon]

‘You’re so quirky” Thanks, it’s a stress response

[mothlagoon]

@panbimbogirl if you don’t want writing underneath the image there’s HTML you can add to your blog to erase it, so your blog looks more like a gallery. (quick google search) so you don’t have to keep uploading other peoples pictures without credit, which actually degrades the images a little bit.. and it’s a lot less effort once you get the hang of css/html.

I’m glad you liked my art!

[reikaniichan]

moth rabbits

i mentioned before about having “more portable versions of the moth friends,” but they seem to be alternate au creatures instead… hm

[starburst-selfship]

It’s my pookie bear’s birthday today and I KNEW I had to make him something special 💙❤️

[anonymous-dentist]

I feel like we’re all looking past moth hybrid qCellbit like!

Fuzzy antennae And eye motifs And more or less nocturnal And wings like actual peak design here, I can’t believe I haven’t seen more Mothbit. He’s A Creature

[rubysundaey]

more artfight attacks!!

character in first image belongs to mothbite, second belongs to @chaosblast , third belongs to @meowsszzzz , and fourth belongs to @bugboygirl !! :3

[lucathepanman]

Commissions open!

If you're looking for an artist to do some commissions for you, here is an amazing one x. He has really good art that I think more people should know about! So, please, check out MothBite's work!!

[be4utiful4byss]

who’s up catting their warriors rn

OCs used by order! Lightbrook , Mothbite , Sablestorm

[deficd]

Perceiving Fox without that dirt-and-mothbite backpack seemed impossible. Futility aside, it'd be of no surprise to Vera if the fabric sunk in, in, into her friend and became another part of her. Like blond hair, freckles, the same sadness a hunted hare knew. It occurred to her that she had plenty of backpacks, with less stains and more zipper teeth, to offer. Tomorrow, she'd bring one.

Smiling had never been an easy habit, but for her friend, Vera had, and this time it hadn't even taken any force. Nothing making the majors and minors zygomaticus strain beyond their worth. Anything offered to her had always, always been draped in a quid-pro-quo sort of lie that would inevitably return to sink its teeth inside. The sunscreen seemed safe enough, innocuous. She accepted it gratefully.

"No, no, that's good," slathering it across her forehead, attempting to recall how to rub it in without rubbing out the skin. "I'm allergic to lavender." Not really, but when it'd been forced into the eyes and mouth and thoughts for being a horrid, horrid girl, the body began to complain. In the way of constricting lungs and ten-thousand-yard stares; unpleasant.

The lack of a label hardly prodded at her notice. Vera rubbed the sunscreen into her forearms until they turned red, and only then could she be certain it'd truly sank in. Spots she'd missed dotted her face in faun-lines when she offered the bottle back.

"I don't think organic fragrances can be good." Sometimes she remembered how to connect her thoughts: "I mean, they never really seem organic, you know? They always seem manufactured." Like everything around her, around them; all she knew was factory-made and profit-driven. "Thank you, Fox. Mother would... not... be happy if I got sunburned."

"Mm," Fox hummed. Maybe that was why she knew about it? Some second-hand information she'd picked up while not really watching the television. Her dad always had it on when he was home, something about the silence never sat well with him at night. It wasn't like that during the day, she never could figure out why.

Examining her now dirty hands, Fox nodded. It took her another second to extract herself from the swing. Everything in the humidity-heavy heat felt like a chore, even breathing. With how much she'd sweat already, it was probably time to reapply anyway. Crouching near the swing-sets support poles, she rummaged through her backpack--the item always with her, beat up and stained. Zippers missing teeth with tabs replaced with paperclips or whatever odd objects she could find that fit in the tiny mounts. Mostly string.

"Um," she knew the bottle in her bag wasn't lavender-scented. In truth, she hadn't realized there was one that was. She'd only looked at price in the aisle, rushing back to the checkout before Alexei had rung up his beer and cigarettes. Would Vera think less of her for it? She could always lie... The label was peeling off anyway. She pinched it between her fingers and helped it the rest of the way before pulling, thankful that it wasn't one of the brands that printed right onto the plastic. Would that be a give-away? All the nice and reputable brands did that--or at least, she thought they did. Perhaps because the inevitable moisture wouldn't cause the label to flake off the way hers had.

"No lavender, I'm afraid, only the regular ol' sunscreen scent." She stood, offering the now label-less bottle to Vera with one hand while she wiped sweat from her eyes with the other. "It's organic or something," she lied, "guess they couldn't find an organic fragrance to go with it."

[beetlefluff]

if we were bugs, we would have more hands to hold, and we could hang out on a strawberry 💘💘💘

[hyenakat]

look at all these bugs !!

characters belong to (from left to right) @couchcrusader , @/Mothbits , @/beetlefluff , @/Deroplat48 , @/STR_Lite (as a gift for @/Erden_Draws) , @/beetlesprite , and @/wytchwoods

[mothlagoon]

Downloadable Phone Backgrounds available here: 🌙✨🫧

[introverted-character-town]

[fine-not-fine]

Tall, thin, ghostly white fur. black paws and toe beans! black tips of fur at the end of her ears- only hunts at night and has sharp nails and teeth- overbearing and protective- loves meat-

Erminebite or Mothbite!

[miimoz]

rammoth? mothbit?!

[birchbritches]

Mothbit

Would wool darn a moon, same drab grey of craters

and shrinking away and wicking the wicked sea, whitecaps outlasting the pale of the bones they bleach?

- B B Pine