#all hail mothman

[sendpseuds]

1, 5 and 11 for the writer's ask? 😊

Goodmorning! Thank you for the ask 🖤

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

I'm gonna take some time and really think about this one... when I have the answer I'll make sure to tag you

5. How many words can you write if you sit down and concentrate intensely for an hour?

Short answer: I have no idea.

Long answer: I am about as fast a writer as I am a reader, which is to say, not at all — something to do with that pesky adhd filter in my brain I reckon — and for a while, it really bothered me [I won't lie, sometimes it still does] but I've started to realize why it takes me so long to write.

Basically, best I can describe it is, I hear the story as I'm writing it.

I hear the dialogue, each individual character in their own voice, even the prose, as if I'm listening to an audiobook in my mind. Obviously, this can be sort of awesome, I think it's part of the reason it's so easy for me to get into a character so quickly. HOWEVER, when I go to write it all down, I can't get ahead of the dialogue in my head or else the words get all jumbled up on their way from my brain to my fingers.

Basically, my brain doesn't have a 2x speed, so I'm stuck writing in real-time.

Then again, it's hard to complain when I just literally hear Obi-Wan talking in my brain all the time so...

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

I have so many weird ideas, man hahaha

To date, I think the weirdest thing I've written is A Very Strange Time in My Life, which is a strange short first-person slice of smut loosely inspired by Fight Club that I'm like, weirdly proud of.

I think the weirdest idea I have currently is definitely the fault of @yourfavoritefridge and involves Anakin somehow being the Mothman of Point Pleasent, West Virginia...

[from this ask game]

#ask game #thanks for asking #ask me anything #it's laundry day #also i will talk to anyone about mothman anytime #all hail mothman

[shaniacsboogara]

of course you're all trying to see his ass

#ghoul boys this is all your fault #watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #bfu #all hail the watcher #shane and ryan #watcher entertainment #ghost files #mothman

[kick-girl]

My "Cutie Spookies" Inktober 2023 Collection! Day 29: Mothman

#mothman #cryptid #all hail the mothman #cutie spookies #inktober #inktober 2023 #val hochberg #original art

[light-and-lightning]

( So anyways the persona five playthrough is going good

Totally haven't been using the fusion alarms to make Mothman into an omnipotent god )

#all hail the moth !! #mothman our lord and savior !!! #out of sp ( ooc ) #fatal end ( to be deleted ) #yes he is my favorite fite me #best persona

[amberswrld719]

I would make the same “I’d have two nickels” joke for this week’s episode, but nah I’m not here to do repeats. Here’s this instead

#mystery files #watcher entertainment #i didnt know we had our own knockoff loch ness monster in the us but sure. whatever #also mothman is here bc of all the tourist-y parts of this story #all hail the watcher

[sigil-stone]

latest news from burlington, vermont: local superpowered dorks overlook moral quandary they have found themselves in (GHOST WASPS HAVE PRONOUNCED US MONARCHS OF THE HIVE? AND WANT US TO FIND THEM A HOME SO THEY CAN MAKE MORE GHOST WASPS?) because they have unlocked the ability to fly.

#the way our dm is doing it is no one can have overlapping powers #so one of us has flight and i got bigass spectral MOTH WINGS !!!!!!! #the other half of our crew was busy getting fucked over by a deer #the cubs (camp champlain) #the wasps chanting: ALL HAIL THE WASP KING ALL HAIL THE BUTTERFLY KING ALL HAIL THE MOTHMAN #riley immediately: yea i fuck with this

[cryptidshowdown]

FINAL ROUND: MOTHMAN VS. JACKALOPE

Well friends, here we are. Our final two contestants enter the ring to fight for the title of Tumblr's (un)Official Favorite Cryptid. We've seen cryptids from all over the world get knocked out by one or the other of these, our final two beasts. Both hail from the US -- Jackalopes are native to the Southwest; Mothman is from Appalachia. Both are delightful. Both bring many strengths to the table. Only one can win!

#cryptid showdown #cryptids #jackalope #mothman #monsters #beasts #paranormal #horror #swag bracket #competition #showdown #poll #march madness poll

[dailydemonspotlight]

Mothman - Day 3

Race: Vermin/Wilder

Alignment: Dark-Neutral

March 21st, 2024

Ohhh, Mothman. He lifts a man off the ground because he's in a new town. This beloved cryptid hails from Point Pleasant, West Virginia, well known in cryptozoology circles for his elusiveness... and popularity, as he's almost a cultural icon in West Virginia. This wayward moth has a museum, several books, an entire festival... his popularity cannot go understated! However, why did this legend arise, and why is he a demon?

As with many demons, the Mothman is a myth of sorts, though certainly a far more urban one. In 1966, Point Pleasant Register published an article detailing a harrowing report: A man-sized, bird-like creature flying far above the TNT area, marked with two glowing red eyes that shone almost like headlights in the murky black of the night. One man shone a light at it, and it kept back, clearly afraid of the light. Since that night, Mothman became a feared monster in the shadows, a beast stalking the broken-down power plants peppering West Virginia and soaring through the sky with nary a sound past the flap of its impossibly large wings.

Ever since the book "The Mothman Prophecies" by John Keel, Mothman has forever had a link to the paranormal and unknown, as the book drew a link between the urban legend and several disasters that took place in areas where it was sighted, and most notably, the famous sighting in Silver Bridge, which soon then collapsed. Since then, the Mothman has had a widespread appeal as a terror of the night... or a misunderstood harbinger who tries to warn of disaster. His role in the cultural zeitgeist of the Americas almost makes him a modern, American equivalent to such a monster as a Yokai of Japanese myth, a monster whose existence cannot be proven nor disproven, and who inspires stories and wives tales in tandem.

Mothman's appearance in Shin Megami Tensei is... strange. Gone is the dark, shaggy fur, as is the large, humanoid stance, and instead... we get something a lot more cute. The hypnotic glare of the monster has been translated to his wings, now multicolored and downright trippy, and he's a lot more cuddly than the menacing beast that Mothman is typically seen as. His glowing red eyes have small slits to communicate a far more personable appearance, and his variable colors throughout make him transform from a terrifying creature of the night into an adorable little pest.

In the game, Mothman plays the role of a magic attacker, mostly appearing in the early-mid game. With a focus on electric skills as well as disrupting the opponent through status conditions, his strange, almost otherworldly aspects have been translated well into gameplay. While lacking in signature skills, his overall role as a disruptor works wonders in making him viable in several situations.

His weakness to force is a little hard to parse, but I believe it's meant to be a reference to how flying entities may end up getting metaphorically whipped around by the wind, especially given their size- Mothman is, historically, just as large as a human, something that translates to a greater amount of drag while in flight. This is just a guesstimation, though, as quite a lot of the attributes in SMT games feel a bit... randomly assigned? However, his affinity for electricity is easy to understand- Mothman sightings are most often around power plants, after all. In SMT, it may very well be possible that he went there to siphon their energy away for himself, all to unleash it in each attack.

Regardless of this, though, Mothman's unique, adorably weird design and bizarre translation into the game mechanics make him a personal favorite, even past the fact that he's based on my favorite cryptid of all time. I mean, just look at him! Prime goober material!!! This gleepy freak is strange, dangerous, and we love him for it.

#ohhh mofman.. #i love every mothman iteration and this one is no exception #the best cryptid. bar none. #daily #smt #shin megami tensei #mothman

[lecultofmothman]

all hail The Wise Mothman, oh great commander of the Appalachia !

#mtg #mtg commander #mothman #the wise mothman #the cult of mothman #fallout #fallout 76 #just a silly little guy #uwu #slay mothman slay

[maddiviner]

[Book Review] New World Witchery, by Cory Thomas Hutcheson

I’ve always enjoyed New World Witchery (the podcast). Here, Cory Hutcheson addresses some of the same subjects, plus more.

The title alone excites. So many works on folk magic focus on Europe and the British Isles. It’s great to see a shift in focus towards the traditions on the left of the Atlantic. It’s also much appreciated by us American witches!

North America’s magical traditions speak to the unique history of the continent. Hutcheson doesn’t shy away from the painful aspects of that history.

We’ve recently seen a (welcome) acknowledgement of colonialism’s psychic trauma. New World Witchery discusses this, and provides resources for further exploration.

This book does mention live animal sacrifice. It’s such a ubiquitous feature of ancient (and some modern) religions. I would’ve found the book incomplete without some mention of it.

The details on it that the author provides are appropriate. New World Witchery doesn’t give any how-to information for animal sacrifice, of course. Still, expect to learn a lot about its history in America.

This book mentions corpses (human) too. For millennia, locks of hair, bits of clothing, etc, have all connected sorcerers to their dearly departed. This book discusses the historical role corpses have played in North American magic. Hutcheson writes respectfully and with nuance, doing justice to this serious topic.

The author admits that magic can veer a person into strange situations. Hutcheson willing dives into the spooky stuff. This is fitting in a book about North American traditions, so many of which connect with local High Strangeness experiences. Mothman wants you to read this book, in other words. I asked him.

I love the author’s look at how secular North American holidays might relate to magical timing. The book also raises questions about the origins of magical materials, like gemstones. I would like to see this topic expounded upon by other authors - I think we, as a community, need to talk about this more.

There’s a lot of folklore in this book - spells, formulas, charms, leaving me with quite the appetite for it. I realize that much more would’ve made the book massive, though. Hutcheson provides ample sources for further reading.

The author’s treatment of recent New World occult phenomena interests me most of all. The book includes instructions for a classic creepypasta game hailing from online haunts. This brought me fond memories of life online in the illustrious mid-2000s. As online occult spaces become increasingly relevant, I love seeing authors address it. This book’s a gem.

Some will question the author’s choice to include a chapter on the Satanic Panic. I find it apt, timely, and important. We currently see the resurgence of a new such fear outbreak, spurred by the likes of Qanon and Pizzagate. Hutcheson shows how modern conspiracy theories often copy older blood libel legends. Not a fun thing to read about, but definitely important!

This is more than a collection of folktales and rituals from the Americas. New World Witchery gives us a vivid, dynamic picture of America’s psychic landscape. I give this book five out of five stars. It’s available from most online book retailers, and I highly recommend it!

#witch #witchcraft #magic #pagan #witchblr #eliza.txt #eliza reads #occult #book review #NetGalley #new world Witchery #folk magic #folklore #North America #animism

[karltface]

I warned you, didn't I?

Boom. Bogleech box. And we're gonna have some mysteries on our hands.

First up, some gimmicky fun. There's a busted pumpkin with a second Jack-o'-lantern face inside of it. Said face rotates (vertically, interestingly enough) to reveal three other faces- a classic Jack, a slightly flame-like face, and Basically Kool-Aid Man. Hopping Pinkeye is kind of hilarious, and the Pocket Screamer doesn't actually scream, but laughs menacingly. My last copy was deader than disco, so this was a fun reveal.

Well, that's interesting. I feel like I remember these stick dolls, but damned if I know where. Hot Topic is probably a safe bet. Anyway, mummies are always cool, and this one looks absolutely stellar within the confines of the line. The skull, I believe, is from one of those excavation kits in the STEM section (it sounds pretentious, but every one is listed as STEM online). Fun, but not the real thing. I'm liking the amber tint of that superball, too.

Proper action figures, kind of. The Ovion hails from Battlestar Galactica, 1979, and while short the bit of doily it used to wear, still looks good enough for the time. All six limbs move, though the head doesn't.

And then there's the Tangle Twist-A-Zoids. McDonald's toys, yes, but fully compatible with the Tangle system, a wide array of curvy tubes that connected to various fanciful body parts, looking like noodly marionettes that could stand under their own power. There could be an enormous, badly-proportioned parody of a bird sprouting from that orange dude's mouth if you wanted. Madness, I tell you.

Apologies for the bad photos, I'm trying to keep these things from scratching each other. Pins this time around were Elbow Squid (and that completes the set!), Mothman, and Mothman Larva. Glowy eyes across the board, I believe. Good stuff.

Figurines, part one! Stoplight Head can't really stand (I'll work something out), so he's just linking arms with Mark the Skeleton like a couple of drunks helping each other out of the bar. Mark is tired of being bonked on the head.

I think I finally got a duplicate Tiny Kaiju, and that's out of like 10 by now. The dogu is blatantly King Joe, finally nailing down their origin: it's all Ultraman characters I haven't seen. Which is a pretty wide umbrella.

And that exhausts all I know about these. The bugs are total unknowns (it's a very wide world of these things), the evil...sumo... Snake Man? No idea.

Part two! An adorable turtle in a cute hat is legitimately fun (oh no, I'm old!), but look at that fishman! The rat-dragon is no slouch, almost big enough for some sort of articulation and very nicely painted. The only things I actually recognize are Axew and Magnemite, which is a good thing in that the rest can fit in just about anywhere.

All in all, worth every penny as always. Even the stuff I don't want will make someone happy; I always have a handful of trinkets on hand for anyone that makes my day brighter in some way, or could use a treat themselves.

Still a few of these to be had, but if you're on a budget, there are still the mini versions as well.

https://www.etsy.com/shop/scythemantis

#mystery box #toys #bogleech #vintage toys

[pilotstreets]

i spent all morning talking about mothman to my mom and the new AYS video is called "are you scared of mothman" like......this is my DAY for mothman. all hail the mothman. amen.

#gonna change into my mothman shirt when i get home for the occasion #watcher #are you scared #yriesodottumblrdotcom

[the-heaminator]

UH UH UH UH HOW BOUT THEM UFOS? HOW WAS TONY'S FIRST DAY IN CONGRESS?

LOVE THIS. Tiny teensy lil ficlet. Send me unhinged headcanons. Like very

Tony was an odd little motherfucker, I mean he was from fuck knows where but he was still odd considering all the people, nations and other eldritch abominations Alfred had the pleasure, or displeasure to know. Mothman may have had asscheeks of steel, Arthur and Matt each with minds at least fucked in 55 different ways, the low end estimate, actually the benchmark, Arthur was probably in the thousands. But Tony somehow managed to beat those two train wrecks.

The funniest fucking thing was that most people just saw him as A Dude, not an alien, he had determined everyone saw him the exact same as he did, greyish with big ass red eyes, but like everyone treated him just like some guy.

The lady at the entrance if Congress, the receptionist, a middle aged southern woman, sweetest lady Alfred knew alive as of current, took a once over at Tony, the fucker hadn't even spoken yet, gave him a sympathetic sigh, a visitors pass for him, and said "Ah, New Yorkers, sugar you know where to go by now so I wont bite you with that, does your little friend want some water or somethin', its awfully hot today."

"Bastard, stupid, limey."

She took that as a yes and gave him some water, he repeated the same string of expletives, this time he sounded pleased and was holding up the plastic cup like it was the sun itself.

She shook her head "Strange people they are, honestly, you'd have though I'd given him the moon."

They passed through, Congress was boring as usual, he had seen videos of british parliament sent to him by an Arthur bored out of his mind, they hot just about as much shit done as they did in Congress, which is to say not much of use, just made it seem absolutely drunken.

Tony got bored, started floating things around people's head and dropping them as they noticed out tf the corner of their eyes, that got boring so he tried to stuff a oen up someones nose, Alfred was watching with interest, "Shove it up his nose."

Tony complied, this was fun, he had an idea, he floated individual droplets of water from his cup into the air, and threw it at high speed at random congressmen and women, almost felt like hail. Fuck this was fun.

Tony was an odd fucking creature but man was he fun

#Hws america #Hws tony #the heam writes #I forgot how much I love writing crack. I cannot stress this enough this took 5 minutes

[edgarsabandonedrocketship]

Okay, it’s the Monday after the Dreaded Annual Riverdale Musical Episode, which imo makes it a great time for some good, old-fashioned shitposting. The topic: Biblical Plagues (mind you, these are not the Plaques we were promised in the synopsis. I’m sad).

How might these plagues show up in the next episode of Riverdale (which airs this weekend the weekend after next because this show has fantastic scheduling)? Below are some ideas. (Please note that I ran out of steam and didn’t put anything for Boils or Hail. Do feel free to tackle those if you’re so inclined, and/or enhance or disagree with any of the others presented).

1. Water turning to blood—Betty is highly annoyed when bloody water shoots out of Archie's sink while she's trying to wash her trusty beer mug. She initially assumes this is happening because Archie is an idiot and fucked up the plumbing when rebuilding the house. To avoid strangling him in a fit of rage, she leaves to stay with either Veronica or Agent Drake until he fixes it.  2. Frogs—Large amphibians start falling from the sky one morning, causing quite a mess all over town and at least one emergency Town Meeting to be convened. Meanwhile, in his laboratory Dr. Curdle Jr. becomes excited over the frogs’ dubious medicinal qualities and embarks on a campaign to convince people to stick them in the mouths of colicky kids, similar to what happened in the ‘Vale. Finally, a bored and lonely Jughead decides to keep a few of the little guys in the bunker with him as pets.  3, 4, 8. Lice, flies, locusts (yay, it’s a three-fer!)—Similar to her experience in the 'Vale, poor Tabitha discovers that her apartment is infested with bugs. At first (when it's limited to the lice and flies), she blames it on: 1) a visit from FP, and 2) a gross upholstered chair Jughead found on the side of the road and set up in his nook (all of these events happened off-screen, of course). But once the locusts appear, Tabitha begrudgingly admits it's probably a curse and asks Veronica for help (since she's a toxic spider woman and all) because Cheryl and Heather aren’t answering her emails. A short time after arriving, Veronica finds herself both repulsed and disturbingly hungry. Overwhelmed, she flees the scene, yelling that she'll text Tabitha the deets for a good local exterminator. 5. Livestock pestilence—Because there are few farm animals known to be living in Riverdale proper, this one presents in the town's population of wild dogs and sinner cats. Toffee, in a triumphant return to the show, raises the alarm on Alice’s talk show and then promptly alerts the state health department. This results in the town's second known quarantine. Luckily, the unnamed pestilence is rather mild and all affected animals make a full recovery within 48 hours thanks to prompt treatment from Dr. Curdle Jr. and possibly Veronica, Cheryl, and Heather.

6. Boils—???

7. Hail—??? 9. Darkness—Dark!Betty's costume returns, wig and all. Archie catches a glimpse of her wearing it, becomes frightened (and not in a fun way because he’s boring), and flees the scene. While night-jogging shirtless down the street, he's pelted by falling frogs before taking shelter at Thornhill, where Cheryl and Heather fatten him up with Sin Pie. Ominous music plays in the background. 10. The killing of firstborns—La Llorona arrives in Riverdale for this purpose. Jughead, Betty, and Veronica are safe. Baby Anthony, however, is not and Toni and Fangs have to hide him somewhere (somehow, it never occurs to them to simply leave town). Archie is also believed to be in danger, since his invulnerability has yet to be tested against a homicidal ghost. Fortunately, we learn he has half-siblings living with the Mothman-Blossom cult in the woods, because Mary Andrews is a secret Blossom. Unfortunately, this revelation causes Archie to have an existential crisis, which means we’re treated to some rather maudlin guitar strumming and crooning. Charles is ultimately the one to take La Llorona down when his handy ghost-buster superpower manifests while the two are locked in hand-to-hand combat. 

#riverdale shitpost #riverdale speculation #but mostly shitposting

[brxxksazars]

[ shayan sobhian, cis-male, he/him ] - was that BROOKS AZAR i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SEVEN year old who has been in nightrest for TWELVE YEARS and works as a LATIN TEACHER AT WARDWELL has a reputation of being OUTGOING, but also UNORTHODOX. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with A SCHOOL RECORD OF VISITS TO THE HEADMISTRESS’ OFFICE, A PERPETUALLY UNMADE BED DRESSED IN SHEETS LEFT OVER FROM CHILDHOOD, & SUFFOCATING SILENCE FILLED WITH FINGERTIP DRUMMING. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. 

tw: strained familial relationship, smoking mention

It had been clear early on that Brooks was different from the rest of his family, the black sheep even before he hit puberty. His parents, Javad and Vanya, were successful in their careers as a psychiatrist and chemical engineer, respectfully. His younger sister, Nessa, had practically come out the womb an overachiever: saying her first word faster than he had, excelling at diving and earning a scholarship to multiple Ivy's. He on the other hand, was the sort of kid teachers described as a distraction to the class. He was smart, make no mistake, just not exactly the most responsible. Brooks had forgotten to either do or bring his homework multiple times in a week and he was perpetually late to class, usually having lost track of time talking to one friend or another. Sometimes even too busy sweet talking the lunch lady.

Figuring what he needed was structure, his parents got him into Wardwell and shipped him off his sophomore year. While their intentions may have been for the best, it only proved what Brooks had thought for years: he was too much for his own family. He used the distance as an excuse to fall out of touch, calling maybe once every two weeks. When they came for parent weekend, and they didn't seem to notice the shift in his feelings, well that just solidified everything. Family by blood , nothing else.

Brooks has always been social, almost collecting people into his found family. At Wardwell, the door to him dorm had been open 90% of the time. And now, with his own place in Low Point, that sentiment remains. He thankfully retired the old futon for a semi-decent pull out couch that has been known to host friends and the like after a night out or fight with families or partners.

Applying for the position at Wardwell had been a Hail Mary of sorts. With his track record from back in the day, he figured it was an immediate no but went with the good ol' motto of "fuck it." To this day he still jokes that they must have been desperate. While being at the school brought up complicated emotions, it was still kinda home to him. Or maybe it was because he was a big fish in a little pond. Either way.

Latin was a required course at Wardwell when he went; something about being good for the SATs and all those tests. Brooks didn't care much about that, instead liking the non-language aspects of it all. The myths, the stories, the history. It was much more fun learning a language that had you translating people turning into cows and trees than simply figuring out how to ask where the bathroom was.

He doesn't always see eye to eye with the Headmistress, however. The structure his parents at sent him away to find... yea, fuck that. He's the sort of teacher that'll move class outside if it's nice enough, let the conversation veer far off course from the lesson plan, and accepts out-there project ideas. Just last semester he had a pair of girls present on the Battle of Thermopylae with a detailed puppet show. While not the best teacher with the best results, he's fairly popular with his students. They know he's also the type to say yes when others won't, which is how he's landed himself as the advisor to Coffee Club and Bigfoot's Army, a more unusual club that bounces back and forth between nature walks, discussions on Mothman, and general conspiracies.

Brooks is the type to tell you that coffee is considered a meal. Already not a morning person, he is practically useless after getting up until he's had at least one cup. He's a loyal Daily Dose customer and does actively judge those who make the trek to Dunkin.

Aside from getting his coffee fix, Brooks is also a regular at C's, seeing as it's down the block from his apartment and since moving to the Northeast has developed a major love for all things seafood. Spirits on the other hand... less his scene. Firstly, he thinks the whole haunted thing is stupid and, despite growing up well-off, he can't fathom spending double digits on a cocktail. Besides, he's not much of a drinker anyways, left that behind him in college. Now he much more prefers smoking (and is usually down to share).

Brooks has four tattoos, all done at Permanent Record and all impulse decisions: a bigfoot on his calf, a sad party balloon on his forearm, a man riding a fish on his bicep, and, for some reason he can't fully recall, the word 'pluto' on his side.

wanted connections:

best friend(s)

friends

old friends

old roommate a wardwell

someone he went to college with - did not establish where

smoking buddies

someone he grabs coffee with

exes

fwb

one-night stand

enemy/do not get along

someone he annoys

found family, people he considers to be like his siblings or even aunts/uncles, parents

parent of one of his students

neighbors

there’s plenty more i just cannot think atm

#nightrest:intro #intro #about

[owl-house-incorrectly]

It's a Mothman of Point Pleasant

ALL HAIL

#incorrect asks