#hey lemons!

[atimelessworld]

Moth poked his head out, having heard what Rusty just said. His cheeks were slightly blushed at the thought. "Yøū wànt fück mê?"

Rusty jumped. Now it was his turn to blush. He puts his hands up. “Okay, I never said that! I’ve thought if it, doesn’t mean I want to!” He swallows and crosses his arms again.

He looks away again, arms tightly crossed and against his chest.

[undead-christmas]

Tired- mothmando

Merry looked out to the ocean and small islands. He sighed. He had purple under his eyes and not enough strength to do much. He just sat down at a table.

He nods, staring at the table. “Yeah.. I can’t sleep, man.” Merry rubs his face and looks off over the land again. He’s been staying at Sweaty Sands since he wound up on the land.

“I found you, I found Emil, and Rusty and Nara. But no sign of Sanctum. I can’t sleep not knowing he’s okay. For all I know, he could be stuck in space or..” Merry’s voice went weak.

His lips quivered and he sniffles. Merry shakes his head. “I’m just so exhausted..” The boy rests his head on the table.

Merry wasn’t one to vent, he wasn’t even venting much now. But Moth just has that energy. Quiet and full of kindness. Merry looks up to Moth’ bright yellow eyes. Something about them comfort Merry.

He sighs and lifts his head. “I’m gonna to go to bed. Try to sleep and repeat the same thing I’ve been doing.” Merry stands up and pats Moth’s shoulder. “Goodnight, dude.”

[shamrock-rider]

Shit I just got back from hell (again) and shit I feel you on X-daddy

He’s sooo handsome and fucking HOTT

WITH TWO T’S

I love him and have already started shipping him with Ryder ha. X is a fucking psycho who does dangerous stuff and Ryder is very concerned baby

Soo, yeah. When this movie is over I’m gonna get on my laptop and make a new account. Probably draw a face for him as well.

[atimelessworld]

♫ — Kiss my muse’s neck!-mothmando

Rusty wasn’t drunk and he wasn’t high - surprisingly. He’s not too sure how he got here, but he was in the right mindset. Him and Moth- Well, Rusty had kissed Moth before plenty of times, but kisses on the neck were different.

It was strange being attracted to this creature, but Rusty couldn’t care less. Moth was just so cute and sweet, a fantastic hand-holder and cuddler.

And again, the leading-up to this was forgotten. Most of Rusty’s hookups were fuzzy and black. But then he figures, this isn’t just a hook up. This is someone he is emotionally invested in.

Mothmando is a person - creature? - that Rusty figures he had feelings for, romantic feelings he hasn’t felt in so long! It was almost hard to believe he didn’t stick snort something earlier, because he surely feels high.

He feels a strange sense of euphoria here. Right now. Kneeling between Moth’s thighs, hands gently massaging the others side to keep him calm, sometimes dipping his hands down to Moth’s inner thighs - to give an erotic feel but not completely be completely sexual. Moths small noises, quiet moans and no protests, encouraged Rusty.

Lightly nipping at the skin, briefly wondering if he could even leave a hickey on the black skin. Not minding the occasional run-in with the feathery fur that collared Moths neck.

Rusty chuckled and pulled away, just enough for his nose the brush Moths tubular proboscis. He gives the Moth a kiss there, smiling wide as he pulled away.

“First time?” He smirks down at the boy. He leans up, elbow on the back of the couch and head resting against his hand. “We could go farther, if you’re interested.”

[atimelessworld]

Special talents, phobias, and fav food

I can move my eyes independently (it’s super hard and hurts) and move my ears?

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Spiders, the fucking ocean, and getting my blood drawn. Those are the top ones. There’s others but they’re not as strong.

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Hmmm. Maybe pizza or my grandmas lasagna.

[atimelessworld]

🧟‍♂️ both

🧟‍♂️: weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse

Raptor: For a gun, probably a revolver or a desert eagle (handcanon).

For melee, a spiky baseball bat, his meaty muscle arms can swing that back and forth quickly

Rusty: He’s more of a shotgun guy, but in an apocalypse he’d want something with a quicker fire rate. An ar-15 or AK would be nice.

For melee, he’d want a serrated machete. He’d also go with big knives and maybe a sword or bat.

But he wants something that’s quick but also has a bit of distance on it

[atimelessworld]

“Don’t you ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me.” -mothmando (imagine it in mothmando speak)

So much yelling and beeping. Noises Moth didn’t understand. He had to sit back and watch as Field and Triage wrapped a heavy blanket around Rusty, something about hyper.. hyper-something?

“We need to get him back to the office. Quickly, he doesn’t have much time!” Triage doesn’t take time to pull out the gurney. He picks up Rusty. “You!” Moth looks back at Field. “Are you coming with him?” Moth nods after processing her words. “Hurry then.”

And there it was again. Field sticking a needle in Rusty’s hand, some monitor still beating. She’s muttering quickly to herself. And Moth can only sit through the ride and watch and hope his friend ends up okay.

~~~

It was the day after. Rusty turned out fine, but not for the long run. But they’ll deal with that later. Moth had slept next to Rusty overnight, the continuous beep from the heart monitor gave him comfort.

In the morning Field woke him up and offered some breakfast. Around ten was when Rusty finally woke up. Triage helped take out the IV and helped Rusty to the bathroom.

Moth waited by the bed for when Rusty would walk back out. The bathroom door opened. Rusty paused upon seeing Moth. He sighs.

“Alright. Shoot me.” Rusty let Moth yell at him and then ask why. Why he would hurt himself so badly like that. Rusty’s heard it before, it almost doesn’t phase him at this point.

Field and Triage make some toast and eggs for Rusty, trying to ignore Moth’s words. It was none of their business, but it was hard not to feel bad for the both of them. Field sets a tall glass of water on the nightstand. She pats Rusty’s shoulder and then points to the glass. He nods.

Rusty took a few seconds to think and then to sip his water. He sighs. “I’m..” He sighs again. Field sets down the toast and eggs before heading upstairs with Triage. “I am sorry! I don’t have an excuse, I guess. I just-“

Rusty stared at the food for a while. Moth took a few steps towards Rusty. “I didn’t expect you to find me was all. Didn’t want you to find me..” There wasn’t much left to say. Moth isn’t a psychiatrist, Rusty shouldn’t unload all his dirty laundry into Moths basket. So he shakes his head.

“I’ll be back working and making junk like I always does. Just go back home, I’ll be back.” His tone was harsher than he anticipated, but he didn’t want Moth to see him like that.

Moth wanted to deny and say something against it, but Rusty looked up at him. “Please! Leave me alone for now. When I get back you can do whatever, but I want to think right now.”

He maintained eye contact until the Moth gave up. He turns around and hesitantly leaves. Field watches the sad Moth leave without a goodbye. She’ll check on Rusty soon, but knows to give him time.

Suicide is sensitive. Rusty just needs to eat and drink water.

[atimelessworld]

💓@raptor from moth

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them

Oh!! Oh dearie, no..

“Oh.. I mean, I wouldn’t mind being friends? We could try at least?” He shrugs and gives a weak chuckle.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but Moth kind of weirds him out. He’s cute, but a little weird.