#mothie squeaks

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

MMM now I need the proposal with the rings we madeee-

We probs ask Childe first and he just bear hugs us while sobbing, then Legacy poofs in and wonders why everyone is crying-

He sees the massive ring and the smaller one Tartar was just given, it clicks and he’s a happy weeping mothy mess

YES THIS IS THE GOOD STUFF RIGHT HERE. 5 STAR MEAL

listen, hear me out- Childe doesn't want anything flashy. hell, he's not even expecting anything; he's been trying to work up the courage to propose to YOU! but he's been busy, and you've been busy, and... look, Childe has his own doubts despite his bravado and he's been going through at least ten "what if" scenarios a day when he thinks of proposing. he has a ring for you and everything- all he has to do is ask the question, right? but he's just so worried that you'll say no, or that you'll get hurt because of him... so he bites his tongue while you're on a walk together, instead nudging your shoulder and asking how your day was so he can listen to your voice

he smiles fondly when you start to talk, unweaving every word you speak in his head and treasuring the way your voice lilts and falls in a lovely rhythm- but then it fades away, and Childe pauses, giving you a concerned glance. you simply tap your fingers together, swallowing your nervousness before pulling two rings from your pocket, both etched with an elegant star pattern and peppered with small blue stones

"I've been working on them for a couple of months, and now just seemed like the best time, so... will you marry me, Ajax-"

you're cut off when he throws his arms around you, sobbing into your shoulder and making your shirt damp, not that you really mind. he lets out muffled "I love you"s as he cries, only letting go of you to allow you to slip the ring onto his finger- right before his form shifts into Foul Legacy, the Abyss monster trilling in confusion upon seeing the tear marks on your clothing before his crystalline eye laser-focuses on the second ring in your hand- the one you made for him- and Legacy audibly squeaks. he fiercely nudges his head against yours, chirping and crooning and looking from the ring to your face and back again like he's waiting for a confirmation, and when you laugh and nod his mask-like face absolutely lights up. suddenly you're scooped into a tight hug, Legacy cooing tearfully and messily burying his face into your hands for pets, affectionately nipping and licking at the skin as you carefully slide the ring onto his claw, earning a delighted flutter of his wings

Childe gives you the ring he got for you right afterwards, the both of you laughing about it for the whole evening

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #listen listen to me come here #childe and foul legacy didn't think anyone would ever romantically love them #and then you came along and they fell head over heels #and now you're PROPOSING #it's wonderfully too much for them #they're overwhelmed but in the best way ever #short scenario #other's stuff #chit chat #anon #good evening

[sixminutestoriesblog]

moths

found this very dapper little creature on my window shutter this morning. About the size of my thumbnail and sitting as still as possible to blend in perfectly with my green window trim. Luckily, for both of us, its an out-of-the-way spot near my front door that the birds won't come close enough to be a danger. They were kind enough to let me take multiple pictures, none of which did their little moth fur coat justice I'm afraid.

So, let's talk moths!

Sadly, for our little furry friends, there doesn't seem to be a lot of variety in their superstitions. Months are pretty much associated with death in one way or another in a lot of cultures.

In Victorian England, a moth flying into a house was supposed to mean someone in the family would die. Granted, Victoria England had a LOT of things they considered harbingers of imminent death.

Central and South America get more specific with their moth harbingers, pinning it all on the Black Witch Moth. In most cases one of these flying into your home is bad, either as just a bad omen, a lost spirit or the aforementioned marker of an upcoming death. Unless you live in the Bahamas, in which case one of these showing up means there's money coming your way soon.

The Death's Head Hawkmouth also gets a similar bad rap in England for most of the above reasons without the thrill of incoming money to stall it. Two of these moths were caught in King George III's bedroom during his second bout of madness by his attending doctor. Bonus fun fact? Hawkmouth's squeak - something I find adorable but might disturb people who aren't used to moths back-talking them.

Less specifically, a moth can also represent the soul of a loved one come to visit. In American folklore, both native and Appalachian, it will specifically be a white moth. In Chinese and Hawaiian folklore, it will be black. No matter the color, they're unlucky to kill - so if you don't like grandma spying, gently catch and remove her from the house.

Lastly, if you're outside and a moth flies at you, congratulations on having such a bright personality - and you're due to get a letter in the mail soon.

We'll tackle Mothman another day. In the meantime, what mothy stories have you heard lately?

#moth #moths #superstition #folklore #insects #cottagecore #mothman #omens #deaths head #black witch

[bubbleaestheticnikkitea]

Here is long awaited first Undertale OC of mine well originally she was a Rose Monster(i dunno if i can remember) then Dove Monster then now she is a Moth Monster then i just rename from Roselline to Serenity then now i renamed it currently to Flora now.

Name: Flora

Nicknames: Flo, Lady, Darling and Dear(By Ambrose), Mothy Face(By Sans and Undyne), Flowy-Flow(By Alphys)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Species: Moth Monster

Birthday: April 27th

Zodiac: Taurus

Voice: Elsie Lovelock

Height: 5'12 ft.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: N/A

Personality: Kind, Graceful, Clever, Sheepish, Poised, Caring, Loving, Protective, Tender

Soul: Kindness

Residence: Waterfall

Family Relatives: N/A

Friends/Allies: Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne, Alphys

Romantic Interest: Ambrose

Powers/Abilities: Chlorokinesis, Flight, Silk Attacks, Telepathy, Healing Tears, Enchanced Speed, Enchanced Agility, Night Vision

HP: 300

AT: 70

DT: 65

Likes: Plants, Helping others, Ambrose, Gardening, Singing, Dancing, Tea with milk, Music, Sweets

Dislikes: Hecklers, Monster hating People, Spicy Food, Bad Music, Her friends being mistreated

Facts:

Flora is a moth monster with plant powers that lives in the cave and the water falling down behind the entrance at Waterfall.

Whenever she flies around, she produces some flower petals falling from her.

She had been fell in love with Ambrose, the mantis monster and they both lived in Waterfall, he met her three years ago and although he is been a gentlemen to her.

Flora had a beautiful singing voice which sounds like a nature song, Ambrose although adored her and whenever she can dance and she can sing it for those she cared about.

Flora's tears have healing powers and although she can heal these wounds of people for a help.

She loves to do anything for gardening such as growing plants, flowers and trees, also she can helped Asgore in his garden and makes it beautifully.

Flora can make a high-pitch roar which is a cute squeak and chirp sounds(Yasss like Mothra ÙwÚ).

Although which she likes some desserts, her favorite is Strawberry Chocolate Mousse Cake.

She really hates to see her friends being mistreated, so she comforts them by making flower headbands for them especially, her lover, Ambrose.

Theme Song: Fly to your Heart by Selena Gomez

#Undertale #Undertale OC #Flora the Moth #Reference Sheet

[whelmed16]

8. Genre Prompts

12/05/22

Horror:

While Lily may think she is in the safety of her room. a being creepily crawls out of Lily's closet. Its massive wings drag on the floor, leaving inky puddles of black goo along with it. Its piercing eyes bore into Lily's back, though she is not aware of it. And Its claws slowly raise towards Lily’s small and innocent neck. With a toothy grin.

****

Lily is six she loves to dance and play in her mother's garden. Spinning with all of the butterflies and the bees and seeing, smelling and touching all of the beautiful flowers, grass and warm air. However, to its irony Lily hates moths. The creatures could be wiped off the face of the earth, if it was up to Lily. Her mother and friends tease her relentlessly due to this little fear.

Lily, like most children, also fears the dark. It's a black empty hole that never ends and never begins but Lily knows something is watching her within the black depths it holds. Of course Lily’s mother reassures her no such thing could ever harm her and doesn’t exist.

Yeah, despite these fears, Lily seems to have a little friend of hers. He only comes to visit at night and brings little gifts along with him. She named him Mothy. Mothy  has a tall figure with big black wings and big red eyes. He listens to Lily, while she explains about the warmth of the sun and the smell of the beautiful flowers and the touch of the damp grass after a slight shower. It would seem that Mothy likes to listen to Lily's little stories.

At the end of each day the sun sets, the bees, and the flowers go to rest, and so must Lily.

Lily's  mother has put her to bed, kissed her good night and tucked her into the warm and open blanket she knit herself. The wind outside Lily’s window wrestles softly, and Lily can feel her tiny body slowly start to calm and fade. 1..2..3 out like a fireflies light.

It seems Lily will be a fine meal for the shadow moth tonight.

Fantasy:

July 18, 1877,

Hello, or is it goodbye. I can't exactly decide, but what I do know is that I'm sorry, if you are reading this, I'm dead.

********

“Marina Catacomb! If you don’t leave now you’ll be late!”  my mother cries out for me.

I wake up from that dream again, but instead of dissecting it like usual, I jump out the soft covers of my bed. I don’t have time today. Today is choosing day.

I dress in my riding gear and jump on Luno, my rat familiar. I remember the day I got him, my mother had just come from battle with the mages across the border. The battle was brutal and her wounds made it seem we would lose her, when all my hope was lost. I heard a squeak from my bedroom, when I entered the room a little white rat with red eyes looked up at me. He was no bigger than my thumb at the time. Mother always said when you get your familiar they bring good fortune. And she was right, mother healed shortly after that day.

Luno is now the size of two fully grown horses, so definitely riding ready. Luno and I are trotting through the town located just outside my door, since housing is expensive now, we live right in the middle of a busy street. Wagons and carriages are always threatening to step or run over Luno.

We finally made it to the ceremony at the center of town. Choosing day is when children who turn 18 of age get their “hammer” . A hammer is a weapon that chooses them and carries special properties that are suited to you.

One..two..three..the anticipation is going to make me drop dead, but it's finally my turn. I get off of Luno’s back and make my way to the table full of weapons. There is a bow and arrow with gold feathers attached, and blade with a rat crescent on the handle, and lastly a spear with a chain connecting the sharp blade at the top to the pole itself.

One..two…….three…..nothing is happening! This isn't normal, the weapon is supposed to immediately choose its person.

Before my heart can sink further down in my chest, the Mage horn sounds.

War has been called.

[maplem0th]

#moth squeaks #i have One braincell #im mothy with a gun #discord shenanigans

[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."

#monster au jjba #mothman bruno #moth!bruno #drabble

[cordria]

Reflection

Valerie quietly set her backpack down, closed the door gently behind her, and held her breath for a moment. At the sound of her father’s snores through the thin apartment walls, she let out a relieved sigh. She’d made it home from school before he’d woken up.

Tip-toeing over to his phone, still plugged into the charger, she sneaked a peek. One voice mail, two missed calls - neither from the school. Her shoulders relaxed the rest of the way; the teachers must have bought her excuses enough to not call home. It was something of a miracle after the day she’d had.

She slipped into the kitchen, avoiding the worst of the squeaking boards, and made herself a snack: a thick coating of peanut butter on crunchy toast with sliced bananas. She focused on the little movements of her fingers and hands, careful not to think of anything else. When one piece was done and sitting on the plate, looking lonely, she made herself a second and third peanut butter and banana sandwich. Taking her sandwiches to her room, she closed the door behind her and locked it, dropping onto her bed.

She’d made it.

What a hard day. Thankfully her father worked this evening, so all she would have to get through is a couple of stilted minutes of conversation. The rest she would have to herself.

Whatever herself was anymore.

She forced the thought out of her mind and took bites of her food, studiously ignoring the mirror in the corner of her room. It was amazing how hungry she’d been today. She’d purchased three extra lunches, and it still hadn’t felt like enough. 

The sandwiches were gone far too fast, and she stared longingly at the plate for a few moments before setting it down, running her fingers through her hair, and risking a glance upwards. 

She had to deal with it. No use putting it off any longer.

Her reflection gazed back - exhausted looking and pale - and not herself anymore. In the mirror her eyes gleamed an inhuman red, blood-like metal pooled and flowed over her in crazy patterns, and a hazy red aura seemed to glow from her skin. Valerie glanced down at herself - looking normal when not a reflection in the mirror. 

“Stop,” she informed the mirror, her voice hoarse from a rollercoaster of an emotional day, and her freaky reflection copied her perfectly. “Get away from me.”

Fear and anger spiked at the sight, and Valerie caught herself too late. Something inside her reacted to the emotions. It felt like ants running around inside her bones and tunneling through her muscles. The metal - before only visible in the mirror - seeped out of her skin and into reality. It oozed in crazy patterns before settling into plates of armor that shone red. Fitted close to her body, the metal formed a strange solid that bent and flexed without thought as she moved.

“No,” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she tried to wish the metal away again. This was the eighth time this had happened today - although it was the first time she didn’t have to race to get out of a classroom full of people before the metal appeared on her skin, and the first time she wasn’t hiding in a dark closet or dirty bathroom stall, trying to get the armor to go away.

She just needed to calm down. She knew it would go away when she relaxed, if she took a few deep breaths, if she could get her emotions to settle.

Outside her room, a door creaked. Her father was awake. 

Her breath caught in her throat. There was no way she could let her dad catch her like this. He would… he would… she had no idea what he would do. Possibly keel over from a heart attack. Disown her for being subhuman. Turn her over to the government for testing.

Her mind running through the list of horrible outcomes made dismantling the suit impossible. She groaned and flung herself backwards on her bed. “Stupid ghost. What did you do to me?”

She hadn’t thought through the consequences last night, when that ghost - the technology one with the mullet and the odd speech patterns - had cursed her with this new suit. It had been a blessing in the moment, a way to defeat a ghost, a way to protect a friend. Now, unfortunately, the consequences far outweighed the benefits.

“You home, Valerie?” came her father’s call.

Valerie flinched, a gun appearing on her arm in the moment of panic. She glanced over at the door to make sure she’d locked it.  “Yes!” she shouted, putting a hand over the gun to make sure it didn’t fire, “I… have a headache. I’m going to take a nap.”

She could see her father’s shadow under the crack in the door. “You want me to bring you anything?”

“No. I already made a snack. Thanks though.”

“I’ll be home about three in the morning. I’ll try to keep quiet.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Valerie called, watching carefully as his shadow vanished. She stayed on her bed, pretending to be napping, as she listened to him tinker in the kitchen, take a shower, and head out the door. It wasn’t until the apartment was quiet and she was positive she was alone, that she relaxed.

The armor started to recede with the feel of ants running around through her muscles, pooling along her skin before sinking in and vanishing. She closed her eyes and threw her arms over her face with a groan. “What am I going to do?” 

She must have fallen asleep lying there, because the next time she glanced over at her clock it was nearly eight at night. She stirred, her mouth feeling dry and mothy, and stretched.

Carefully pushing herself out of bed, she glanced over at the mirror. Her skin still crawled with the strange metal. Her eyes still glowed an eerie, almost ghostly red. It felt almost like a muscle in her brain tightened at the sight, and ants started stirring inside her bones. 

“Nope,” she whispered, turning to stare at a spot in the carpet, doing her best to stop the endless parade of thoughts. “Stop.” But if she’d still been at her old house, it wouldn’t have had stains in the carpet. And she wasn’t at her old house because her father lost his job. And he lost his job because-

She closed her eyes and jerked her thoughts out of that pattern.

Warm red metal pooled in her hand, ready to be formed into whatever she wanted. A gun, a glove, a capturing device. Valerie stared at it, startled that she’d stopped the transformation for once. “I can do this?” she whispered.

Then she clenched her fist, the metal oozing out from between her fingertips to form swirling patterns across the back of her hand. “I can do this!” The metal sunk back into her skin.

“I can do this,” she breathed, deliberately turning to the mirror to stare her monstrous reflection straight in the eyes. Ants crawled around in her stomach. 

“Watch me.”

#dannymay 2020 #I've seen lots of Danny-reflection ones #Not sure I'd seen one on Valerie #Thought it'd be fun #quick writing #had a bad day today #barely kept from crying most of the day #dannymay2020

[oniooc]

Mothy will do a squeak if lifted.

#its happened a lot already #but every time shes just #shock #but in the good kind of way (: #especially if its a friend doing the lifting #oni.txt #Autumn Info #been a bit since I put something in that tag

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi it’s ya anon 🦋. 😈 how are you??? Hope you’re well!!! But anyways have my brain rot. Imagine little cute mothy body’s as little little moths. Since they are so small they are able to go with you well you’re at work and such. Imagine little baby popping his head out of your hair or shirt and looking at the person you’re talking too. UGHHHHH SO FRICKING CUTE. Imagine little baby moth boy taking bites of food. Like the food is so big he can’t really eat that much. So his little checks are all puffed up and full with food. My mind is everywhere rn so sorry about the jumble of thoughts

don't worry anon i like the way your mind works >:DD

OH MY GOODNESS WAIT- think about when you're talking to Zhongli, one of the only other people who knows about Childe. you're catching up since it's been a while since you've seen each other, and eventually the topic drifts to your beloved moth, and Zhongli asks how he's been. there's a little squeak from your shirt pocket and lo and behold, little Foul Legacy pops his head out to say hello!! he moves to your palm so Zhongli can see him better and starts gently nomming your fingers, out of affection of course!!

Zhongli takes you both out for a meal (after you confirm that he does indeed have his wallet) and while eating Childe's cheeks are puffed as he munches on the food!! you have to remind him to take smaller bites, and even so afterwards he's very full and sleepy, so he climbs onto your hand and settles down for a nap. when you start petting him between his horns he melts!! little puddle of moth mush that's blissfully purring!! you put your other hand over top of him to keep out the light and feel his little claws wrap around your fingertip <333

time to go home for a proper nap, it seems!!

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #childe #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #chit chat #🦋 anon #ANON EVERY TIME YOU SEND ME SOMETHING I KNOW ITS GONNA BE A GOOD DAY <333 #i can see you are a tiny moth lover as well <333 #whenever you nap you have to try to not move very much #because most likely you're going to wake up with a tiny moth on your stomach/in the crook of your arm #he has his own little sleeping place.... but he likes it with you better :D #short scenario #other's stuff

[them-spicy-trolls]

these two, probly best together

Skiiup Moibom and Mothy also known as Fuwafu Masuma

Ski is a gay bastard who tries to flirt and fuck any guy he likes

no one knows why, he is just weird girly gold blood who hates dirt and germs

now mothy is a whole other story

she was merged with her own lusus as a kid in a lab

obviously by Opi

ever since she escaped from there she has been trying to make friends

its a little hard when you only squeak and chirp 

#Troll ref #Ski #Fuwa

[maplem0th]

some incorrect quotes from my ocs!!

#tw knives #tw stabbing #moth squeaks #my ocs #oc: mothy #oc: blanc #oc: mari #oc: trojan #oc: lune #zachariah is the oc of someone who i rp with!! #oc: millie #incorrect oc quotes

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello I'm back uninvited bc I saw someone mentioned tiny pocket moth. Idk if youve played deltarune, but pocket Childe who sits in your palm or sneaks into your pockets and bleps at you, the vibes are making me feel like lancer! Pocket moth Childe.

He's very good at staying close to you and especially with him being able to fly on his own again it's no problem if you wanna bring him out! He can dodge!! (Anti-angst association rep)

Mcsqueakers mothy boi here squeaking at you with every new thing he finds. Your personal squeaking treasure radar.

Wonder if he'd grow bigger if he ate some ascension mats you find out on your adventures? Like one day you have normal tiny pocket moth Childe who can fit on one hand, and after he eats like a hydro sliver or an oceanid heart (how'd you get that? In this economy?) He grows overnight, taking up space in both of your hands as opposed to the usual one palm.

*slides you a piece of paper* i hereby permit you to return whenever you want, with invite :)

maybe it's Childe who finds the hydro sliver!! you let him keep it because you have no use for it and he surprises you by munching on it like a snack. at this point you've seen a lot of weird things so you tell him if he feels sick later to not do it again. in the morning you wake up as usual to him snuggling into your neck and you scoop him up in response, only to find that he's grown overnight. you're not sure if it's just your eyes playing tricks on you, so you ask him "have you... grown?" but he just purrs and gently nibbles one of your fingers

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #chit chat #*holds little moth gently* #you wonder if he gets any bigger how much longer you have till his nibbles hurt #he's sad that he can't fit in your pocket anymore :( #short scenario #other's stuff