#that damn moth...

[sleepybabybees]

Some more ft kortac and Los vaqueros (Farah and Alex too-)

Alejandro : Who the fuck-

Rodolfo : Language!

Alejandro : Whom the fuck-

Rodolfo : No.

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Alejandro : This bloodline ends with me.

Rodolfo : That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Rodolfo : You’ve got to learn to love yourself.

Alejandro : But don't you hate yourself.

Rodolfo : Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Alejandro : Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page.

Alejandro : But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”.

Rodolfo : That’s not even clever.

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Alejandro : BE A BETTER PERSON!

Rodolfo : WHY?!

Alejandro : BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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Alejandro , throwing his head into Rodolfo 's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Rodolfo , lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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Farah: What? I'm not aggressive!

Alex: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Farah: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

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Alex: Who's in charge here?

Farah, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

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Farah, texting: Alex, will you please go to sleep?

Alex, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?

Farah, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!

Farah, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?

Alex, texting: I’m trying

Farah, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH

Farah, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

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Alex: Do you love me?

Farah: We’re literally married.

Alex: Yeah, but as friends or—

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Horangi: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks!

Konig: Why would I do that?

Horangi: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

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Soap: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Ghost: What did you do, soap?

Soap: a Mistake.

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Gaz: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Roach: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Gaz: Yes.

Roach: I'd sleep.

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Price: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun!

Price:

Price: *narrows eyes* Something’s wrong here.

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Price: The dinosaurs didn’t rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn’t have.

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Ghost: I don’t think our death ray is working. I’m standing right in it, and I’m not dead yet.

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Farah: I ran into Alex in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked him what he was doing, he just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on a guitar...

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Soap: I’m gonna kill you.

Ghost: Get in line!

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Farah: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Alex: Only if you also don't ask why.

Alex: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of his bag*

Farah: ...

Farah, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

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Alex: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Soap: Not by the law!

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Ghost: I have an idea.

Alex: A good idea?

Ghost: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

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Farah: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Alex: Okay.

*later*

Ghost: Alex! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Farah, whispering: Deny everything.

Alex, loudly: That isn't a chair.

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*While the Squad is in a battle*

Alex, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left!

Soap: Take it back now y'all!

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Gaz: I told Roach that their ears turn red when they lie.

Price: Do they?

Gaz: No.

Price: Then why did you tell them that?

Gaz: Because I can do this.

Gaz: Hey Roach! Do you love us?

Roach, with their hands over their ears: No.

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Roach: What have I done wrong?!

Ghost: Everything. For your entire life.

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Soap: Hey! Wanna hear a joke?

Roach: Sure.

Soap: Your life!

Roach: Actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning.

Soap: Roach, no.

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Horangi: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Konig: How can you still say that?

Horangi: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Konig: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Horangi: It was autocorrect.

Konig: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Horangi: Yes.

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Horangi, texting Konig: Konig there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Horangi: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Horangi: Konig

Horangi: Konig

Konig: Konig is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

[empiireans]

sunset

[vypridae]

these assholes i swear

[exactlyonespoon]

dont stare at the winged light

you'll go blind

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I'm just making shit up at this point

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HER

okay i know this is a Foul Legacy blog but listen. if anyone wants to ask me questions about Arlecchino and my OC Marine i will be so happy to answer (they are MARRIED and i WILL answer in character if wanted because i'm that obsessed)

[clotpolesonly]

thinking about Declan and the moth again

it HAUNTS ME that the moth is one of the few times that Declan seems to lose his self-awareness completely. like, yeah, he's the ultimate king of repression, but he's usually very conscious of what he's repressing and the fact that he's repressing it. he knows his issues.

he knows that he forces down his emotions in an unhealthy way so that he can be the adult in the room at far too young an age. he knows he can't form healthy relationships because of a lifetime of danger and insecurity. he knows he dehumanized his mother as a means to cope with their batshit family situation. he knows he's competing with his father's ghost for a place in Ronan's life. he knows he resents Matthew for being the primary factor in his parentification and loss of opportunity in life. he knows he loves his father no matter how much he tries to convince himself to hate him. he knows he feels trapped in the life he's leading, doesn't see a way out, and likely wouldn't take it if he did because it would be at the expense of his brothers.

all of these things, Declan acknowledges openly, either to himself in narration or out loud to others. he may delude himself about how well he's coping with his issues, but he has no illusions about what his issues ARE.

except for the fucking moth.

it's such a perfect, on-the-nose symbol that it almost strains credulity for Declan not to acknowledge it as such, and yet not once does he ever look at the moth and feel the way he did about the black string art exhibit that made him recognize how trapped he felt in his life. "how the moth had beaten against the walls for those first few days, until it had learned it could not escape."

the learned helplessness of it - there's no point fighting to get free, just lie down and accept that this is your life. know what you're allowed to do, and have, and be. know what you're not. a creature of his father's making, confined by his father's hand.

and not even something as eye-catching as a butterfly, no, but a quieter subtler moth with eyes like glittering purple-black marbles that will never get to live a life because Niall made it so.

and the symbolic parallel of the display case and the townhouse. the rigid real world structures that Declan himself requested, because they made him feel more secure than being surrounded by dreams, and that his father provided in a well-meaning but ultimately short-sighted attempt to accommodate him. things that Declan only recognizes much later as the cages that they were.

Declan now regrets demanding his dad make the display case by hand, and when he puts himself through Ronan's bad-feeling security system at the end of the series, the memory it hits him with is inheriting the sterile alexandria townhouse that was exactly what he'd claimed to want.

these are symbols of Declan's complicity, in a manner of speaking, in the whole tragic mess that was his upbringing. at some point, quite early on, Declan's oppression became a joint effort, something that he participated in (because a complete lack of control in the situation would have felt worse). it reminds me of Declan struggling to remember which of them first decided to lie to Matthew about what he was, whether that was his dad's idea or if he'd done that of his own volition, just following pattern.

did dad trap him, or did he build the walls himself? or was it both?

but, for once, none of this is acknowledged by Declan in the text. this artistically-minded chronic overthinker carries the moth around with him - one of the two dreams he will never sell, alongside the gift from Ronan - and he stays so uncritically sentimental about it that he releases it on his wedding day with happy/nostalgic tears in his eyes, and it just boggles my mind.

this is the man who looked at a bunch of string and had the immediate revelation that he was utterly miserable and trapped in a spiderweb of a life precariously balanced on a knife's edge where one wrong move could get him and everyone he loved killed, but he looks at a direct, uncomplicated, one-to-one representation of himself and somehow does not recognize that it is not something to think of fondly. that, yes, it may be a symbol of his father's love for him, but it's not good.

[starflungwaddledee]

For 💖🎀, what about Marx? Little cute creature concealing incredible magic and uncanny features! I think he could be so mean to her ❤️

oh... anon you are very big brained for this one. he could unfortunately be so so mean to her.... and he has such pretty pretty wings! she would be enraptured instantly.

bonus eye-anim version (cw eyes/flashing gif):

[kaiju-krew]

I wanted to know. Is battra and Space Godzilla Gay together? If so nice. If just friends. Then Still cool

they are in fact.......... Gay Together

in my delulu little world at least

idk how it started honestly?? i just like the idea that gojirans are inherently weak for big moths :'') they're essentially mosugoji if you hit it with a emo-yaoi-beam or something

imma draw more with them soon to help flesh it out and spread more spacebat propaganda o7

[ratcandy]

3 straight hours of drawing and editing through a horrid migraine for a whole THIRTY SECONDS of self-indulgence beyond your wildest dreams. we call this being extremely normal

song is Bernadette by IAMX

[guestiguess]

Mentally I'm still HERE.

Unrelated (Kind of?! Anyways), i read THIS FIC between the last pic and this one uh uhhh still thinking about it. A little bit of hurt never hurts. Right? Right!

[lavenoon]

Slightly more lighthearted followup to this. Moon gets a chance to talk, too

@naffeclipse there are two cryptid boys living in my head and it's all your fault

Silly doodle that led to a big brain moment and another comic as I was sketching it under the cut

Y/N: I have accepted that for some reason this powerful demon got attached to me, and I like them too much as well to do anything about it. The implications, however, are another thing entirely

[midnight-moth]

Heyyyyyy I stayed up all night drawing that quintessence ghoul I wrote about. Please love him. (Just pretend, I am tired and my hand hurts.)

[death-by-moth]

How odd…

[citrusbugz]

More of my kid 🦋

[mothmanavenue]

the combination of aromantic + raised with the idea of love and romantic relationships + wanting someone to love you + chronic depression is Not Fun. why am i drawing people in love for the 100th time to feel something other than a perpetual broken heart. huh. answer that bitch (the god who apparently watches over me thanks mum and dad where is he.)