#moth things

[a-vampire-moth]

My psych/sociology teacher just said "Hi butterfly" to me and

Wrong winged bug, but????? Still so affirming!!!!!

[thesillymothzinnia]

Hello!

- @radient-tye

Hello there! :D

[moth-from-hell]

that one time i sat @sleepyyumbra and @angerinc on a vc to watch the entirety of garten of banban

[xidas128]

One way to tell a lie

I close one eye, and grin at her. My dark locks partially hide my face. The shadows could make me an acquaintance, perhaps, as I hover beneath the eaves. The flickering lights within the building would not have been so merciful. Not to me. But here, I can extend my hand in greeting.

She takes it gingerly, but without fear. I feel her eyes on me, so I make the appropriate sounds. Something about the lovely evening. Her jacket. It’s a lie. But we laugh and she recognizes me, and I remind her of my name, for the first time. It is not an alias, so I now know hers, and a little more. When she asks how I happened to be here, I hesitate, because uncertainty is becoming. Though her brow furrows, her eyes glint with a little light. “Yes,” I say, and she believes me. Her hand rests lightly in mine, skin upon skin.

As the night wears on, I can creep closer. At dusk I was a chance meeting; in twilight I am a distant friend. Invited in, we talk and gossip and drink and I giggle when she says she likes my hair. I flick it aside, flirtatiously, in a wave of auburn. Now we can see eye to eye. I reach for her hand, or she reaches for mine. I am here. She may have this dance.

I don’t know this dance, yet, but I learn quickly. Perhaps it is the alcohol, making our steps dizzy. But I don’t stumble. We weave easily among the other bodies. By the end, I am sweating. She is radiant. There is no uncertainty in the way she leads me from the floor. Returning to the shadows should be easy, comfortable. But she’s insistent. She presses. Finally, I lean in, and her lips meet mine.

In twilight I was a friend; beneath the moon I am so much more. She doesn’t always use words, but she tells me many things. The secrets settle beneath my skin. There they will stay, until another needs them. Her hand is locked in mine, tight enough to bleed.

Nothing untoward passes between us. No.

I shiver, a little, hair flaxen and limp.

My eyes are sharp as obsidian.

I must make my excuses.

I will be heartbroken.

Midnight passes.

Skin twists.

[mothicalcreatures]

A friend went to the Mothman museum and got me this. I’m really loving it, I’m going to put it on my messenger bag.

[a-vampire-moth]

Being mothkin, I actually really like being outside, with nature, getting some sun.

Being vampkin, sometimes I feel like the sun is out with a vengeance.

Why must I live so contradictory????

[thesillymothzinnia]

*The bright orange moth crouches slightly and points*

MOTH 🫵

(@phoenix-but-moth)

AH

MOTH 🫵

*She attempts to do the same pose instantly*

[mrheartland]

People seem to generally think Val's saliva is an aphrodisiac or similar but I disagree. I think it's from his wings. Moths have tons of powder-like scales all over their wings, so I think THAT'S the aphrodisiac. Just being near him, especially if he moves his coat/wings around would be enough.