#moth!bruno

[calcifermovesthecastle]

I am very cold and can't sleep so you'll never guess what I'm thinking about (moth Bruno) because (he's warm and has pheromones that could make me sleepy) and also (has 4 arms that are super nice and would hold me) and (I would absolutely let him because I am weak at the knees for moth Bruno)

[theschneckenhouse]

can you please draw a fluffy moth!bruno? I'm curious how he looks like in your drawing style (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

One fluffy Moth!Bruno for you 🤍

[hoshihiime]

Moth Bruno hoarding all the missing socks and items of clothing you lose for the perfect little nest he’s making for you in his own den so that when he steals you away for Spring, you’ll be ‘at home’?

Absolutely. Send tweet.

[zippers-flowers-and-wine]

So like- What if Moth Bruno found a tiny moth (Caterpillar???) reader and said “Welp, time to adopt a child”

👀👀👀

Bruno blinked, compact eyes locked on the odd. . . tree limb? He squints from his upside down position, twisting his flexible upper body around to try and face the odd. . . What was it, actually?

Mista, the freshly molted grasshopper still unsteady on his newfound feet, shakily leans over him slightly, long and spiked antenna curling and flicking in an attempt to make sense of the weird object.

Dropping down onto a tree branch adjacent to the weird bit of bark, the larger black and white moth reached out with one clawed hand.

He reels back though at the sudden influx of aggressive pheromones that flood his scent receptors, blindsiding him. Mista buzzes in alarm, dropping down like he was back in his grub from and scrambling higher up the tree, wings and powerful legs forgotten in his rush.

High above, Bruno hears Abbacchio oscillate, hissing and snarling while his shadow unfurls into the telltale threat posture, four legs spread out and ready to strike.

The moth can't exactly blame him either. The pheromones reek of something bigger and more dangerous, yet the longer Bruno endures the scent, the more he realizes that something is amiss. Whatever that bigger and badder thing was, it would be making some serious sounds, yet he hears nothing.

Abbacchio seems to come to a similar conclusion, the massive net caster no longer hissing.

Bruno flutters his wings, a thought building up in his mind.

Stepping forward on light, padded feet, he reaches out once more for the oddly shaped tree branch.

The scent spikes again when his nails brush it's surface, flooding Bruno with a mass intake of panicked thoughts and the overwhelming urge to drop everything and flee.

In the same breath though, it amuses him, as the little creature unknowingly just tilted its own hand a fraction too far.

Now sure there was no real danger, and even more certain of the "tree branch's" mimicked identity, Bruno peels the little thing off with minimal effort, only amused when he's met with indignant screeching. The small caterpillar, no larger than his arm and worryingly thin, finally starts thrashing in earnest once it starts realizing its jig was up.

Mista hops down to ground level, long, bulky legs easily absorbing the shock of impact. His clawed toes hook into the soft Earth, ripping up chunks as the youngling hops over to start leaning over his adopted father's shoulder. His antennae stretch out, slowly reaching for the small caterpillars'.

By now, the young thing had tired itself out, and was too tired to respond to the careful inspection. The ground shudders behind him, shifting beneath their resident spider's weight s he approaches slowly. Looking back down at it, Bruno feels his wings shudder, reminded of Narancia's first moon with them.

How deathly thin the dragonfly larvae was, and how dirty and terrified he was, barely able to smell them with his antennae snapped in half.

Bruno runs his talons down her rough side, the tough, bark-like skin not even denting under his sharpened claws. Mista slowly looks up at him, and Abbacchio sighs from behind him, roughly muttering that Giornl and Bruno would have to care for it, since it was a caterpillar.

Flashing a dazzling grin, Mista taunts, "But Bruno didn't even say anything." Abbacchio grunts, but give no response as Bruno turns around with a similar look of amusement, his compact eyes shining in mirth.

"Don't fucking look at me like that." The net caster snaps, accidentally oscillating. Abbacchio huffs and turns his eyes away, glaring up at his hunting net with slitted eyes. "Besides. . . The last time I tried to convince you not to take in anymore strays, you directly ignored me and adopted two."

Mista smirks, shifting back while Bruno opens his wings, taking off with a small flip of his thick wings and a powerful jump

Abbacchio grumbles loudly, walking away to find a tree big or close enough to another for him to climb comfortably.

Mista watches his Dad's, then glances back at the tree, one worried question drifting through his mind:

Why were they just abandoned right there?

[laecandraw]

I was taking a shower the other day and that one fanart of a mothman AU Bruno came to mind-- for no reason. The thing’s that I thought it was cool since I’m a sucker for monster AUs and shit with weird creatures and we just make Bruno one. 

SO I thought it would be swell to make a one shot where mothman Bruno just kinda stalks Abba because why not and maybe they cuddle or something. 

I was curious because I wanted to see the fanart again so I searched up “mothman Bruno” and I have fallen into a rabbit hole that goes so deep into Bruno/Reader shit. Like there was this one post that said “how much moth and how much man is Bruno” and there’s this debate going on??

Maybe I’ll still do the one shot, but I had no idea there was a whole culture around Mothman Bruno. How thirsty are y’all?????

[calcifermovesthecastle]

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[calcifermovesthecastle]

just imagine moth bruno givin’ you a lil smooch! you deserve it, buttercup!

Omgggg while I love this ask I can't help but think of this scene from danganronpa 2.5 💀💀💀💀💀

Snuggling down with moth!bruno when it gets cold out and him just ✨✨✨living for that shit✨✨✨

[zippers-flowers-and-wine]

Moth!Bruno Part 3: Idk What comes after Electric Boogaloo

The cool, early morning winds had become unbearable after about 3 minutes of flight, so you had tucked down into the massive hand holding you, shimmying your freezing legs into the fuzzy fur around the mothman's wrist. You feel his body vibrate with an aborted coo, the sound whipped away by the roaring winds.

One of the secondary hands reaches up to stroke your calf, so... That's kinda soothing? You guess??

The world tilts for the 75 3rd time in 24 hours, slowly tipping as your mothy friend banks hard... Then the world goes shit side up.

His massive, fabric like wings fold in with a heavy whoosh, wrapping around him like a heavy blanket as he just drops. You'd scream, but your lungs are currently trying to get in air even though it feels like you're hanging your head out the window of a car going a solid 100 mph in the middle of a Texan tornado.

With each attempted gulp of life giving oxygen, the wind merely steals more and more and more until it feels like your ribs will cave and your lungs with fall out of your mouth as you dangle from this moth's grip like a child's abandoned, abused toy... Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic but STILL! It feels like you're drowning for Pete's sake!

After another second or so in which you swear up down sideways and backwards that you can hear God's choir of angels, the mothman finally levels out. His wings flare to catch a warm updraft, and you can breathe again!

"Oh thank fUCK!" You gasp, holding your throat with one hand while desperately keeping your grip on his clawed thumb. The moth lifts you a small bit, cooing curiously as he glides into a smooth landing. You wave him off, finally daring to actually look around.

If you though his little nest was in the middle of ButtFuck Nowhere, than this place was in Titsout Nonexistent. Trees stretched out around you for miles, and you quietly lament the fact that you won't be able to run away now. Big Guy seems to agree, as he starts setting you down next to one of his clawed, digitigrade feet. You He straightens up, and you watch his wings settle against his spine like a great big cape.

His antenna peek up, swiveling this way and that as he makes soft clicking sounds. Well, they probably sound soft to him. For you, it sounds like someone your height is slamming two, 20 pound bowling balls together above your head. He tips his head back after a moment of not seeing(?) something, then makes a long, low clicking croon. It reminds you of the Muto from that Godzilla movie, and makes your hair raise when his head swivels, causing the sound to shift in pitch. You cling as close to his foot as you dare, almost tempted to simply climb into his ankle fur as he shuffles forward. The low, muffled clicks are an eerie ambiance that's offset by the occasional glance towards you that is always accompanied by the same talkative "Mmmph."

Laughing and loosening up when he switches up and goes "Maaaahph", you make the sound back at him... And scream in the same instance that something launches out of the shadows at you. Your moth doesn't even hesitate. His massive foot strikes out like a viper, slamming down on a giant stinger and curling the long clawed hands around it as he pulls it up. Using his lower set of hands, he reaches under the venom sack and digs the talons in with a vibrating snarl of rage.

You hear a squealing screech - a sound akin to iron being pulled across a chalkboard - and you watch in mute shock as a large figure scrabbles for purchase while your fuzzy bodyguard yanks it from its shadowy ambushing space. The world rumbles when your moth slams his foot against the thick carapace of the massive scorpion, man... Creature's side.

'Okay, this is just ridiculous.' It really was, because what are the chances of seeing not one, but two bugmen? Yeah, two because Mr. "Attack First, Questions Later" had the torso of a man, the dark black purple of its carapace fading near seamlessly into the pale skin of his human half. That half of him grew out of where the scorpion's actual head would be, between the massive pincers; one of which was buried into the ground to keep himself from being dragged out farther.

His tail seizes, the tip twitching and thrashing to try and stab into your moth's torso until the fuzzy monster makes a... A sound. You couldn't describe it, even if you wanted to, but it made your heart stop. Your hands come up to cover your ears, attempting save your hearing, but you do notice that the ground has stopped shaking and that the moth (he needs a flippin' name, oh my god) has stopped... Whatever that sound was, and his now purring as his lower set of hands soothes the spots they had been gripping so harshly.

Slowly, ever so calmly, the two part. The scorpion man straightens up, turning to actually look at you while Big Fella that name sucks places his foot back in front of you, making sure you're hidden behind the arch of his foot. The scorpion man lowers himself a tad, tilting his body a little to get a closer look at you. His chest brushes the ground as he leans forward, and you squeak, ducking behind... Big Fella?... Bruno! Yeah, uh crap. The scorpion seemed even more interested as the sound leaves you, his red on black eyes glinting. He's swiftly startled into backing away when Bruno makes a low warning hiss, and flexes his lower hands menacingly.

Scorpion man chitters, narrowing his eyes as his tail lifts again. Unable to help it, you blurt, "You really wanna get your butt kicked again that badly?" Bruno looks down at you, while Scorpion (only Bruno gets a name, so suck it) snaps around to stare at you. Swallowing your saliva, you call out again, "What are you looking at?"

Scorpion man squints at you, churring as he backs off and vanishes back into the forest. Bruno does a little shuffle as he makes a squealing sound, stooping for a split second to pluck you up by your T-Shirt collar.

"Hrrk!"

Although Bruno doesn't seem to notice that he damn near snapped your neck with that move, he does notice your aggravated wheeze... And Scorpion man may have turned around and noticed you going blue in the face.

"Maaaphphh!"

Sighing in relief when you are deposited into his palm, you flash him a grin and weak thumbs up. "I'm good big guy." Bruno keens loudly, perking up when at least 5 different voices respond with similar sounds. Scorpion man chitters, and you jump. What?

Trotting ahead of his venomous... Friend? Hey what was their relation anyway? The fucker attacked without... Hesi...tation...

6 pairs of eyes stare at you... Wait, nope one of those pairs actually had 3 more sibling pairs.

So 9 pairs of eyes lock onto you.

"Mother of fucking fuck."