A Moth's Atelier

an Ask Blog for Qifrey, the Silvertree Moth

[ask-mothfrey]

What a curious contraption... oh-! My it really does work..

My apprentices told me I just need to talk and this... book, of sorts... will record my words and actions into something the masses can view? Is that how this works?

How delightful! I must ask them how they came up with such a spell... +=+=+=+ 🐛 +=+=+=+

hello there! ↓ this is an ask blog for my [@falling-star-cygnus] fanfic of a Mothfrey au, For the Crime of Living, to get better feel on how to write him :D

i've never run an ask blog before, so i'm a bit nervous to start... please forgive me if I fumble a little bit, ahaha.. -> this also seemed like a very fun way to maybe stop isolating myself so much, and explore a character//au that I've really fallen in love with!

MY VERSION:

This Qifrey is based off and fused with a Box Tree Moth [though, in this universe, it's called a Silvertree Moth] which is an invasive species that eats boxwoods [silverwoods] to shreds that can't regrow themselves

Very gentle with children and apprenticing witches, but a tad stand-offish otherwise... due to the.. well, feedback his appendages have recieved growing up

Answers will oscillate with progression of fic chapters- meaning at the start of this blog, the answering Qifrey is a child that has just only become Beldaruit's apprentice

RULES:

Because the Qifrey is set to change, all I ask is that you check where the fic is currently set- you don't have to read it- and send asks appropriately. He will only know as much as where he's currently at

However! Other roleplay blogs set as his apprentices or as OC's are also more than welcome to interact!!! everyone is more than welcome to interact!

If this version isn't your cup of tea, please do not leave hate or demeaning words- block me and move on >w•

OTHER ASK BLOGS [go check 'em out!!!]

@ask-silverhairedqifrey @ask-star-olruggio @the-coco-ask-blog @ask-agott @ask-tetia @ask-richeh @ask-beldaruit @ask-iguin @brimmed-ininia

let's have fun!!!

[ask-mothfrey]

What are your thoughts on lamps?

Lamps..?

*Qifrey furrows his brow, trying to recall what object that word goes with. As he’s pondering, however, Beldaruit comes through to light his candle- the sun is setting, after all. The Wise gently rests his palm between his little moth’s antennae, and takes his leave*

*Despite his token grumbling, his crinkled antennae had curled over Beldaruit’s hand as if to keep him there and drooped when he left*

…I don’t like magic.. I don’t like the spells you need to make.. witch lanterns… but being in the dark is worse

[ask-mothfrey]

*gives you a handmade plushie moth*

(Specifically a Rosy Maple Moth)

*Qifrey cradles the wee moth between his palms, more than a little confused on how the hell it just... phased out of the pages.. but... hm. He stares into its big button eyes.. and stares... and stares*

*The wee moth stares back, a bright splot of color in his pale hands. When Qifrey brings it closer, his little antennae meet the fluffy extension of the plushie's*

[ask-mothfrey]

Who is the prettiest person you've seen in your new home?

*The little moth hums, and the sound comes out laden with a sort of chirpy vibrato. Quietly, he tmmps over to his window and peeks out, before coming back for the contraption and propping its pages against the glass*

*Against the panes, a book on moths is also propped up against the lower circular frame. Pages of said book have been ripped out to cover the higher circular frame. Almost as if... intentionally hiding them..?*

I don't think he lives down here, but sometimes he passes through with.. his master-? I'm not really sure... for supplies..

[ask-luluci]

Missing memories...

*A tiny mothfrey peers down at Luluci from a risen walkpath, half hiding out of wariness for the familiar red cloak of the Knights, half drawn at maybe having something in common*

~@ask-mothfrey

[She startles and turns around to look up at the boy] Oh sorry you caught me off guar-

[Her eyes rake over the few inhuman features of the boy she can see then back to his face, a small memory stirs of a young boy under brimmed cap and her instinct to fight lessens.]

I- sorry its, I have to ask its part of the job, I think. You're not with the brimmed caps are you?

[ask-mothfrey]

*At first, the little moth startles at being caught- stumbling back a step like he might bolt. But the rest of Luluci's sentence registers, and his wings buzz with displeasure*

*Still, it's an awkward second before he can answer around his scowl, and even then it's quiet*

...no. The brimmed caps are the ones that did this to me

[ask-mothfrey]

Do you like headpats ?

Mm... not really-?

*Qifrey reaches up to his fringe, frowning a little bit as his rests his segmented fingers upon his head*

Beldaruit is more careful to avoid my antennas these days, but.. a lot of people... aren't.

[the-coco-ask-blog]

Um... I heard.. that you have a contraption like I do?

*Clutched to the little moth's chest is a red book- not too different looking from any other normal spellbook, though.. it certainly looks a little large when held by such skinny arms*

-@ask-mothfrey

coco blinks at mothfrey for a moment, unsure if her eyes were decieving her by the way who she thought was her master looked. "M-... master qifrey..?" she leaned close to mothfrey. "... you look so....... bug-y?" she tilted her head. "and so little."

[ask-mothfrey]

*Qifrey squeaks in surprise, wings twitching with a short staccato buzz. His bandaged arms tighten on his book, which- from looking closer- Coco can see is also semi-supported by two unseen bends beneath his shirt*

How.. do you know my name?? And why are you calling me master

[the-coco-ask-blog]

"(oh geez, he's a kid..... okay coco, you got this.)" coco pretends to be confused and surprised. "Oh, you looked a bit like someone i know. Same name, woah, surprising!! Qifrey's such a unique name!!" coco made dramatic gestures to seem more convincing, although they probably weren't.. "I'm Coco! I'm a witch apprentice!" coco sticks out her hand to shake.

[ask-mothfrey]

...I.. do?

*The little moth tilts his head with a narrowed eye of suspicion, clearly not quite buying it but debating if its worth the fuss to question it. It's not, he settles on, though he jolts a bit when Coco thrusts her hand out*

*An uncomfortable second passes, before it finally registers what he's supposed to do. He's seen Beldaruit do this before..*

*Qifrey starts to reach out his own hand, but it causes the book in his arms to slip- leaving him to awkwardly finagle it into the crook of his arm and cradle of his hidden limbs. His hand is fuzzy in Coco's, and covered in little ticklish feelers*

...nice.. to meet you. I'm- also an apprentice. Of Beldaruit..? Um- wait, there's specific way I'm supposed to say it..

I'm.. *he looks skyward, trying to remember the phrasing- wings buzzing with vague agitation* the first apprentice of Beldaruit

[the-coco-ask-blog]

coco giggles. "oh, your hand is so fuzzy!! it's a bit ticklish!" coco attempts a firm handshake, which Olruggio taught her to do, and slowly releases his hand as to not agitate the feelers that were ticklish in her hand. "I'm.. the most recent apprentice of my master." her smile was so bright and wide, but not too much of either. a sweet, gentle smile. welcoming.

[ask-mothfrey]

Huh-? Oh.. sorry-!

*Qifrey pulls his hand close to his chest, crinkled antennae bending over each other as if bashful. It creates its own sort of buzz- a bit sharper than the ones his wings give off*

*The tense line of his shoulders relax though with Coco's welcoming smile, eased a bit that.. it wasn't a negative comment... probably*

...most recent?

[the-coco-ask-blog]

coco nods. "Well, my master has three other apprentices. the first one is agott, then tetia, then richeh, then me!" she then goes on to ramble about her peers, saying agott's so pretty then saying she meant her spells [LIE], tetia's bubbly and lovely personality and how amazing she is to be around, and richeh's nice quietness yet strong presence.

[ask-mothfrey]

Three!?

*The little moth cringes a bit, and his face does a little curl of introverted weariness. Well- half his face, the one visible under his fringe and bandages, at least. But he seems to relax a bit as Coco continues to dole out their praises*

*At least they're friendly.. maybe... maybe more-?*

*Agott's name is coming up a lot...*

*He waits for a break in her praises before saying anything*

...sounds.. crowded

[ask-mothfrey]

Hi! I just think you're very cute, so I made you a doodle!

*holds up proudly*

*Qifrey squeaks in surprise*

That's me..!

*He curls closer to his contraption to get a better look, wings buzzing with quiet delight. One of his little fingers comes up to touch the depiction with something akin to reverance*

[the-coco-ask-blog]

Um... I heard.. that you have a contraption like I do?

*Clutched to the little moth's chest is a red book- not too different looking from any other normal spellbook, though.. it certainly looks a little large when held by such skinny arms*

-@ask-mothfrey

coco blinks at mothfrey for a moment, unsure if her eyes were decieving her by the way who she thought was her master looked. "M-... master qifrey..?" she leaned close to mothfrey. "... you look so....... bug-y?" she tilted her head. "and so little."

[ask-mothfrey]

*Qifrey squeaks in surprise, wings twitching with a short staccato buzz. His bandaged arms tighten on his book, which- from looking closer- Coco can see is also semi-supported by two unseen bends beneath his shirt*

How.. do you know my name?? And why are you calling me master

[the-coco-ask-blog]

"(oh geez, he's a kid..... okay coco, you got this.)" coco pretends to be confused and surprised. "Oh, you looked a bit like someone i know. Same name, woah, surprising!! Qifrey's such a unique name!!" coco made dramatic gestures to seem more convincing, although they probably weren't.. "I'm Coco! I'm a witch apprentice!" coco sticks out her hand to shake.

[ask-mothfrey]

...I.. do?

*The little moth tilts his head with a narrowed eye of suspicion, clearly not quite buying it but debating if its worth the fuss to question it. It's not, he settles on, though he jolts a bit when Coco thrusts her hand out*

*An uncomfortable second passes, before it finally registers what he's supposed to do. He's seen Beldaruit do this before..*

*Qifrey starts to reach out his own hand, but it causes the book in his arms to slip- leaving him to awkwardly finagle it into the crook of his arm and cradle of his hidden limbs. His hand is fuzzy in Coco's, and covered in little ticklish feelers*

...nice.. to meet you. I'm- also an apprentice. Of Beldaruit..? Um- wait, there's specific way I'm supposed to say it..

I'm.. *he looks skyward, trying to remember the phrasing- wings buzzing with vague agitation* the first apprentice of Beldaruit

[the-coco-ask-blog]

coco giggles. "oh, your hand is so fuzzy!! it's a bit ticklish!" coco attempts a firm handshake, which Olruggio taught her to do, and slowly releases his hand as to not agitate the feelers that were ticklish in her hand. "I'm.. the most recent apprentice of my master." her smile was so bright and wide, but not too much of either. a sweet, gentle smile. welcoming.

[ask-mothfrey]

Huh-? Oh.. sorry-!

*Qifrey pulls his hand close to his chest, crinkled antennae bending over each other as if bashful. It creates its own sort of buzz- a bit sharper than the ones his wings give off*

*The tense line of his shoulders relax though with Coco's welcoming smile, eased a bit that.. it wasn't a negative comment... probably*

...most recent?

[the-coco-ask-blog]

Um... I heard.. that you have a contraption like I do?

*Clutched to the little moth's chest is a red book- not too different looking from any other normal spellbook, though.. it certainly looks a little large when held by such skinny arms*

-@ask-mothfrey

coco blinks at mothfrey for a moment, unsure if her eyes were decieving her by the way who she thought was her master looked. "M-... master qifrey..?" she leaned close to mothfrey. "... you look so....... bug-y?" she tilted her head. "and so little."

[ask-mothfrey]

*Qifrey squeaks in surprise, wings twitching with a short staccato buzz. His bandaged arms tighten on his book, which- from looking closer- Coco can see is also semi-supported by two unseen bends beneath his shirt*

How.. do you know my name?? And why are you calling me master

[the-coco-ask-blog]

"(oh geez, he's a kid..... okay coco, you got this.)" coco pretends to be confused and surprised. "Oh, you looked a bit like someone i know. Same name, woah, surprising!! Qifrey's such a unique name!!" coco made dramatic gestures to seem more convincing, although they probably weren't.. "I'm Coco! I'm a witch apprentice!" coco sticks out her hand to shake.

[ask-mothfrey]

...I.. do?

*The little moth tilts his head with a narrowed eye of suspicion, clearly not quite buying it but debating if its worth the fuss to question it. It's not, he settles on, though he jolts a bit when Coco thrusts her hand out*

*An uncomfortable second passes, before it finally registers what he's supposed to do. He's seen Beldaruit do this before..*

*Qifrey starts to reach out his own hand, but it causes the book in his arms to slip- leaving him to awkwardly finagle it into the crook of his arm and cradle of his hidden limbs. His hand is fuzzy in Coco's, and covered in little ticklish feelers*

...nice.. to meet you. I'm- also an apprentice. Of Beldaruit..? Um- wait, there's specific way I'm supposed to say it..

I'm.. *he looks skyward, trying to remember the phrasing- wings buzzing with vague agitation* the first apprentice of Beldaruit

[the-coco-ask-blog]

Um... I heard.. that you have a contraption like I do?

*Clutched to the little moth's chest is a red book- not too different looking from any other normal spellbook, though.. it certainly looks a little large when held by such skinny arms*

-@ask-mothfrey

coco blinks at mothfrey for a moment, unsure if her eyes were decieving her by the way who she thought was her master looked. "M-... master qifrey..?" she leaned close to mothfrey. "... you look so....... bug-y?" she tilted her head. "and so little."

[ask-mothfrey]

*Qifrey squeaks in surprise, wings twitching with a short staccato buzz. His bandaged arms tighten on his book, which- from looking closer- Coco can see is also semi-supported by two unseen bends beneath his shirt*

How.. do you know my name?? And why are you calling me master

[ask-mothfrey]

I didn't realize there was a you that's a moth. What irredeemable actions brought this about?

- @ask-easthies-no-chill

*Qifrey lets out a squeaky chirp of alarm, wings flaring wide, as he slams his door in Easthies face*

What is a knight doing here!?

*One beat passes. Two. The little moth carefully opens it again to see if he's still there. Upon seeing the grumpy knight, he closes it again- this time a tad softer. He opens it again. Closes it. The opens it for the final time, half hiding behind the wood:*

...Master Beldaruit told me not to talk to strangers..

[ask-easthies-no-chill]

Definitely a moth it seems.

*you notice as you peer at the man, Easthies seems to be... covered in glitter? Like an obnoxious amount of the stuff. It's even in his eyes and on his teeth*

Well if Lord Beldaruit's caring for you I will have to follow up on this with him and Lord Vinanna before I decide what should be done with you.

I'll be watching you though.

[You popped up on my feed and I wanted to say hi! I'm not sure what all you got goin on with this character but I like your artwork! This Easthies is sparkly bc shenanigans and he's a branch off of our lil rp circle's timeline so feel free to bug him hee hee]

[ask-mothfrey]

Lord... Vinanna-? Oh. The spotted lady..

*The little moth trills uncomfortably, tucking a little more of himself behind the door as his singular blue eye flits over Easthies' attire- antennae shivering. Something more judgmental overtakes his wariness*

...why do you look like that

{ASUBWUT HIII <3 I LOVE YOUR RP STUFF SM, THIS IS LIKE MY DREAM AHAHA. I HAVEN'T INTERACTED YET BC I DIDN'T WANNA BOTHER YOU ALL T^T}

[ask-easthies-no-chill]

It seems you've already met her then,

[*Glances at source fic* OH]

That will make it easier.

I don't want to talk about my appearance.

I will return when I've gotten word of how we're dealing with you.

*and with that he flies away, glitter trailing behind him*

[It's no bother for me! I can always make offshoot characters. Since this Qif is younger I could also respond as kid Eas, I just don't have as many manga panels to edit for him so I'll have to draw him which would make replies take a bit longer]

[ask-mothfrey]

*Qifrey watches him go, something tight and small and scared coiling in his belly. His segmented fingers shake on the door, just for a second, before tightening. There's glitter flaked on the steps just outside, and with one huffy flap of the little moth's wings- it's blown away.*

*The door closes again, yet it doesn't slam. The click of it is sharp, defensive maybe, but.. controlled*

What a weirdo

{ooh that would be fun!!! you don't have to, of course, i structured the blog to progress with fic mothfrey, to get a variety of interactions!!! right now he doesn't know that many people, just Beldy and Vinanna really, but that's set to change w/ each chapter!}

[ask-mothfrey]

I didn't realize there was a you that's a moth. What irredeemable actions brought this about?

- @ask-easthies-no-chill

*Qifrey lets out a squeaky chirp of alarm, wings flaring wide, as he slams his door in Easthies face*

What is a knight doing here!?

*One beat passes. Two. The little moth carefully opens it again to see if he's still there. Upon seeing the grumpy knight, he closes it again- this time a tad softer. He opens it again. Closes it. The opens it for the final time, half hiding behind the wood:*

...Master Beldaruit told me not to talk to strangers..

[ask-easthies-no-chill]

Definitely a moth it seems.

*you notice as you peer at the man, Easthies seems to be... covered in glitter? Like an obnoxious amount of the stuff. It's even in his eyes and on his teeth*

Well if Lord Beldaruit's caring for you I will have to follow up on this with him and Lord Vinanna before I decide what should be done with you.

I'll be watching you though.

[You popped up on my feed and I wanted to say hi! I'm not sure what all you got goin on with this character but I like your artwork! This Easthies is sparkly bc shenanigans and he's a branch off of our lil rp circle's timeline so feel free to bug him hee hee]

[ask-mothfrey]

Lord... Vinanna-? Oh. The spotted lady..

*The little moth trills uncomfortably, tucking a little more of himself behind the door as his singular blue eye flits over Easthies' attire- antennae shivering. Something more judgmental overtakes his wariness*

...why do you look like that

{ASUBWUT HIII <3 I LOVE YOUR RP STUFF SM, THIS IS LIKE MY DREAM AHAHA. I HAVEN'T INTERACTED YET BC I DIDN'T WANNA BOTHER YOU ALL T^T}

[ask-mothfrey]

I didn't realize there was a you that's a moth. What irredeemable actions brought this about?

- @ask-easthies-no-chill

*Qifrey lets out a squeaky chirp of alarm, wings flaring wide, as he slams his door in Easthies face*

What is a knight doing here!?

*One beat passes. Two. The little moth carefully opens it again to see if he's still there. Upon seeing the grumpy knight, he closes it again- this time a tad softer. He opens it again. Closes it. The opens it for the final time, half hiding behind the wood:*

...Master Beldaruit told me not to talk to strangers..

[ask-mothfrey]

Do you have a problem with small dark places ?

I'm not...

*Qifrey looks to the side, then back to the page- suspiciously squinting at the question*

I'm not overly fond of them.. why?

[ask-mothfrey]

Here are a few photos of lovely brushbug

oh...! it's so fluffy..

*Qifrey titters quietly to himself, and softly taps his finger over one square's little brushbug head- as if petting it*

....wait- if it's a bug, why does it have teeth-?

[ask-mothfrey]

Do you remember anything from before you were found?

Mm... not really..

*Qifrey tries to think back, but it all feels blocked by thorns- a writhing silver mass interwoven like a tapestry, shadowed by a salivating hunter. Attempting to seperate the silk only leads to bleeding hands and a nose full of rainwater*

*His wings buzz with a flutter of irritation*

...just makes my head hurt