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nail polish is goblincore bc you can make your fingernails colorful and sparkly and also you can hoard the bottles which are colorful and make good clacking sounds
i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together
over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.
i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.
the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.
my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.
i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.
the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.
oh to be a statue of a goddess covered in moss, somewhere in the garden of the enchanted ruins the castle left behind, for birds to take rest on my shoulders and for animals to sleep in front of my feet, for no ordinary humans to be reached
we sit at the river and make figures from the clay. i suggested faces but you didn't fancy it. you breathe the life into them, and i sit with my legs in the water, shuddering from the cold and watching them dance. you beckon me over to join you and them and your otherworld, there across the river. where the fronds sway slower, where the grass never changes. it's only a jump away—c'mon, we're dancing. don't you want to dance?
but i like the bite and the rush of the river and my legs in it, like the clay working itself into my open pores. maybe later. the moss has started growing behind my ears, and you're dancing and dancing, smiling and laughing with your half-alive figures. we'll stay this way forever.
sup so my last infodump post didn't get a lot of notes but im here for fun not for reach so lets fuckin go lads this is also one of my top 5 cryptids i love mothman also doing research for this i found out the mothman museum does mothman coffee and i need to purchase it now (heres the link for anyone else who feels the same abt mothman coffee) the majority of sources for this are wikia and wikipedia pages as the lore surrounding mothman is difficult to decipher and I am in the UK so i cannot access some american sites as I say here, therefore I would urge you to take that for what it is and understand i can't find everything.
Mothman is a creature of West Virginia folklore who is humanoid and is primarily spotted around the Point Pleasant area. Sightings of mothman are said to have started around November of 1966. From what I've seen the existence of the Point Pleasant Mothman (or any other mothman) hasn't been proven (unfortunately), and most photographic evidence is debated and primarily any other evidence is anecdotal.
The first documented record of mothman in a newspaper was in the Point Pleasant Register, dated at 16/11/66 (or 11/16/66 for American folks) titled: "Couples See Man-Sized Bird ... Creature ... Something". The story then continued to spread when more national papers picked up the story which spread it across the states. The mothman is considered by skeptics to be sightings of out-of-migration sandhill cranes or herons.
Mothman was popularized by the book "Mothman Prophecies" in 1975 by John Keel (which was later adapted into a film in 2002) and there is an annual festival dedicated to Mothman every third weekend in September at Point Pleasant. There, there is also a mothman statue which has a camera streaming on it.
Stream of the Mothman Statue in Point Pleasant West VirginiaStream Brought to you by The Mothman Museum https://linktr.ee/mothmanmuseumCheck
The original sighting was, the 15th of November 1966 and Linda Scarberry, Roger Scarberry, Steve Mallette and Mary Mallette were all driving towards a remote "hang-out spot" in Point Pleasant known as the "TNT Area" (which was the site of a former ww2 munitions plant). They then claim to have seen two large red eyes which reflected the light from the car headlights. It was noticed first by Steve, who pointed it out to the rest of them, which is when they realized the eyes belonged to a creature. The creature was later described by Linda Scarberry as a "slender, muscular man" and around 7 feet tall, with white wings, although she couldn't discern its face due to a 'hypnotic effect' from it's eyes. Panicking, the witnesses drove away rapidly and claim that the creature followed them, flying and making a screeching sound. They said that it pursued them until Point Pleasant city limits.
In the following days, after local newspaper reports, people reported similar sightings, however these were believed by Mason County sheriff George Johnson that these sightings were due to an unusually large heron.
There have, however, been mentions of specific traits of the mothman such as when a flashlight was aimed at the mothman (by contractor Newell Partridge, according to him, the eyes glowed "like bicycle reflectors". He also blamed buzzing noises, believed to be from his television, and the disappearance of his german shepherd dog on the creature.
Wildlife biologist Robert Smith, at the West Virginia University spoke to reporters and told them that the descriptions and sightings seem to fit the Sandhill Crane and the bird must have wandered out of its migration route and therefore it was unrecognized initially.
Following the Silver Bridge collapse of 1967, which brought about the untimely death of 46 people, the incident brought about the legend of Mothman being an omen, which connected the sightings and the collapse.
Mothman has become more of an urban legend, developing into part of the Point Pleasant tourism trade, including as mentioned the yearly Mothman festival, which I someday hope to go to. There are numerous different photos of mothman, which to my knowledge haven't been proven, however that's the extent of my knowledge on them as the websites are blocked in my country.
So yeah, that's the man, the moth and the legend.
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