A collection of Moth-chan references up to this date.
>Uh-uh w-what? N-no, I don't n-need m-my own pastebin! I-I-I'm n-not popular enough! This is just... Just you making f-fun of me r-right? P-please... I don't need all this attention anons...
>...but t-thank you...
 
>Ah, why would you want m-me to start your thread?
>I-I can't do it, I can't go in front of all these people!
>...You've only done this to laugh at me, because of my stupid, ugly body, right anons?
 
>I-I can't do it! Please! Let someone else do it, I'll just do it wrong and the you'll have to fix it anon!
>They'll all laugh at me anon, I know they will! E-even if they don't do it to my face... They'll do it behind my back!
>...Y-You don't do that do you a-anon? Laugh behind my back? Please, I'm begging you, i-if this is just a joke, please... Stop...
>...anon, please, don't be so nice to me...
 
>She's actually a butterfly, but she let's everyone think she's a moth because A) she's too insecure to ever correct anybody and B) she has such low self esteem she thinks she doesn't deserve to become a butterfly.
 
>N-No! It's okay... No, I really didn't want to do it...
>It's okay! That M-Moth-chan is a lot prettier than me, I mean, it's obvious that she was better for it... right?
>I m-mean, she's all fully developed a-a-and I'm just... Like... T-t-t-this... I'm s-sorry!
 
>You will hang out with her all the time because despite being a creepy looking Carpenter monster she's really nice, and you find her fascinating
>She will warm up to you and develop a crush on you
>She will go on a sudden communications blackout
>She will meet you again in a new, beautiful, nubile humanoid form
>You will be reduced to a nervous, blushing wreck around her from then on
>She will interpret it as you being repulsed by her strange, inhuman biology and showing your true nature at last
>You will have to go and make things right by confessing to her
 
Facts about Moth-chan:
 
> She's actually Butterfly-tan, but is too shy to correct anyone and doesn't believe herself beautiful enough to be one.
> Has the most adorable stammer and blush, triggered by even the slightest bit of positive attention
> Smart/Self-aware enough to know when someone's being abusive, so she'll never end up with an abusive partner
> Likes to nibble on books and leaves, though will vehemently deny this
> Will take a long time to get over her self-esteem and inner demons, but will be the most devoted partner ever once she trusts you enough to let you in
> Secretly wants to be a domme, and even has a toy crate to boot. She'll still stammer when she "orders" you to do something.
> Fluffy and soft, even in her caterpillar form
> Nominated for "Monstergirl Ambassador of Peace" two threads running
 
I'm sad I missed out on the discussion that made her into a repressed, kinky, domme. I can totally see it.
 
I totally imagine Moth-chan as a self loathing/needy body hating/image problem possessing girl who wants to love and be loved, who wants to be able to freely express herself.
 
>She thinks all her problems will go away when she under goes her metamorphoses, and it seems to do so.
>Guys pay more attention to her now, anon slightly forgotten in her new found popularity.
>It goes rally shitily because she's simply not emotionally mature enough to deal with it.
>She enters into a mutually kind of awkward relationship with anon for comfort and safety.
>It goes kind of well, but both moth-chan and anon know that they're not meant to be, that the relationship is stifling them both, and if they both wanted happiness and to find true love that they'd have to break up and forge their own paths as friends.
>anon watches moth-chan finally find her legs and her own relationship, going from metamorphoses to emancipation.
>Finally content that his dear friend has found love and happiness he settles down to his own search for love.
 
>adorable
>stammering
>intelligent
>would be in to tender femdom sometimes (when not having pure love sex with lots of cuddling and hand holding) while still being cute
 
She's so perfect.
 
e, I think the mothmen are totally separate from our "moth"-chan.
 
I've yet to see any background info on her, like the little bios KC does, which kinda gives us free reign, which is nice in a way.
 
I wish we got more art of her being incredibly socially awkward trying to interact with anyone as an even younger looking catterpillar-chan. Imagine her trying to interact with anyone with those little claw arms, they'd have to be so close to her.
 
If its not a younger C-chan, imagine her dealing with someone in those close quarters and trying to manage her sizeable bust too. She'd be a wreck every time.
 
Plus she can't even make a fast getaway, she'd have to like, hide her head and inch away in a luminous, teary blush and a runny nose.
 
>A-Anon, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, b-but c-could you help me with all these books?
>T-They a-asked me to return them to the library for them, ha ha... I c-couldn't say no...
>Ah! Anon! I'm going to drop the bottom one, p-p-p-please! I don't want to ruin these b-books!
>Haaa, t-thank you s-so much, uh, Eep! I'm so sorry! Y-you have to be so c-close to me!
The books shift and sway.
>Ah! Tha-Whe-Whe-whe-where is your hand?!
The books are now spread across the floor in disarray.
>Nooooooooooo... Ah, why do I have to be s-so useless! These stu-stupid arms. >sniff> Oh! Anon! That was all my fault, I'm s-sosososososo sorry!
>No! Y-you don't have to help me anymore! It's my fault and now the books are.. The books are..
She bends down and uses all her arms to clutch the books to her front and runs away. Anon casually strolls up to her side, grabbing some of the more precariously placed books, she jumps, and anon moves to ensure the books don't leave her small grasp.
>A-Anon... Y-you're reeally c-c-c-close...
>Anon! No! Y-you can't be seen like this! With me! P-p-people will think you like me, NO! N-n-not l-l-l-likemelikeme, Ididn'tmeanthat! No, don't worry about it!
>The others will t-think worse of you b-because f me... I-i couldn't stand it if that happened, n-not j-just because you're so... sweet...
>No! Y-you don't need to take any of the-ah, no, please! Let me take h-half of the books at least...
>w-why are you s-so kind...
Anon tactfully pretends he doesn't see the caterpillar girl's tears and her weak attempt to hold them in and hide them from him, shuffling not quite next to him, always slightly behind, no matter how much anon tries to match her pace.
He leaves her, with profuse thanks and a luminous, if slightly teary, blush, to as she put it "find a light s-snack" in the library.
 
> He doesn't care anyways, they never do.
> Why would they? There's plenty of prettier girls here. I'm just a stupid, ugly monster.
> Maybe I should have just stayed in my cocoon... At least when I was a caterpillar I could hide easier
> ...Maybe this was a mistake.
> ...Maybe I should have never been born.
> at least back then people couldn't pretend I was pretty... except for that one anon...
 
Personally, my head canon says she has enough self-awareness to keep away the creepers. Sure, it hurts her a bunch to reject them, but she's no fool. Nine times out of ten, "white knights" are just sad, broken people who think they deserve love if they're nice to someone. It's abusive, and even Moth-chan knows that.
 
It breaks my heart that girls like that are too easy to manipulate.
 
>Yes sweetheart you are right
>They're just teasing you
>Nobody but me would ever love a thing like you
>So come a little closer
>If you don't want me to leave
 
> ...But that's not true, anon.
> Sure, they tease me, and it hurts a lot
> They certainly don't try to manipulate me
> ...I-If anything, you're the one who hates y-yourself
 
And then she runs away crying. Not to be seen for the next month until she regains enough of a backbone to be seen in public again. Then she spill her coffee by accident over the 7-11 cashier, and she's back being a shut-in for awhile.
 
Butterfly tan for president
Vice-President has to push her out on stage
>D-Does my suit look n-nice? I-Is it powerful? What if Putin-tan bullies me again? O-okay Mr Vice-President sir, if you s-say so. Ah, I'm sorry! I know you t-told me not to call you that, b-but, you're the vice-president sir! EEP?! T-these were on?!
>uh huhm. U-uh P-People of America! W-we will not bow down to Putin-ta-Mr. Putin's bullying of the Ukraine! I-It's really mean, ok? D-d-d-d-don't be a dick Putin-tan!
The VP butts in and tells the journalists its now question time.
All the journalists ask their questions in very nice, soft, polite tones of voice, each waiting their turn, trying not to spook then Commander in Chief of the world's most advanced military.
 
>In her super girly diary, with a love-heart lock and all on it: Why did I say all that! I had such a good speech ready, I was going to rip Putin a new one, and I still can't talk to Joe right... Aaaah, I'm so useless, this country doesn't deserve a failure like me, I want to do my best, but... I guess I really am just too broken. Should I leave office myself before the senate impeach me?
>When she brings up her idea of leaving office early to the senate, they bully her into trying to set up a bill for an 8 year term instead.
 
>Someone confesses to Moth-chan lke she's a princess
>Her butterfly wings flip up in excitement.
>It's like an explosion of love-hearts behind her, as she stammers through turning the guy down, because she thinks she doesn't deserve such a nice boyfriend. That it's all a cruel joke.
 
I see her having a personality like a girl I know whom due to sickness, has a fucked up ribcage, but her tits are about as big as moth-chan's so you can't tell. She has more self loathing than call fill a bucket, and she swings between socially awkward lewdity, and socially awkward self-loathing, and loathing you seeing the lewdity. The dichotomy between hating yourself and begging to be wanted is a bitch.
 
Hope you liked our little Moth-chan rundown, more will probably be added. Say bye Moth-chan!
>...b-bye!
 
A quick (6000 word) greentext about Moth-Chan being a metalhead.
>You're at a Slayer concert, because fuck yeah, Slayer!
>Except you're a manlet and you're about to die in the mosh.
>Somehow you find a spot in the mosh that just envelopes you in a feeling of comfort and security, even whilst the crowd's screaming along to Rain In Blood.
>Is this death? Am I dying?
>Is this the real life?
>Is this just a hallucination?
>So, looking upwards, where's Jacob's Ladder?
>Can't see anything for shit. There's something blocking my vie-
>TITS.
>Tits in a straining, ratty old Slayer shirt from 3 tours ago! Jesus, is this the angel taking you away from your crush induced death?
>Nah. Unless she's really sad that you're dead it's probably not an angel, even if she's pretty. Seriously, tear drops keep falling on my head.
>Turn around and try to face this mysterious crying metalhead.
>Some fuckwit stage dives and the crowd moves to collect and parcel him to the back of the crowd. Unfortunately(?) that just means you end up face first in this girl's cleavage.
>She's totally shaking right now. Fuck. You must look like a pervert, it shouldn't be that obvious.
>Shoving her away, hands on her shoulders, trying to get a look at her, reveals a swirly eyed mess of a moth-girl, drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf in a breeze.
>Man. You thought you were going to die from concentrated metalhead sweat poisoning just a minute ago and now you're feeling sorry for this... really cute moth-girl.
>You mouth your concern for her, no point in trying to yell over Slayer.
>After extracting yourself from her cleavage for the third time she points to her battered wings, and a fresh wave of tears flow down her face.
>Idea!
>You kneel down in front of her, and she just gives you a questioning look.
>Then the crowd slams you face first into her daisy duke cut offs. Life's not so bad, fuck yeah, Slayer!
>It takes her a second to figure out what your charades mean.
>The back of your head's dunked into her crotch a few times before she relents in a mess of nervousness and swings her legs over your shoulders.
>Thighs. Oh God, thank you.
>Just in time too, if you had another metalhead's ass jammed in your face you would've just given up on the moth-girl.
>With a moth-girl clutching your head for dear life you manage to stand up. Immediately she get's doused by the security for being on someone's shoulders.
>Fuck Security, we can dance if we want to!
>Seeing how close she was to passing out it was probably for the best she got some cold water thrown on her.
>Plus now you could totally see her nipples and the contours of her breasts through the soaked shirt.
>You take it back, the security guys are great.
>So there you stand, with a moth-girl on your shoulders amidst a Slayer concert.
>At this juncture you realise you, yourself, were just about to pass out.
>As the moth-girl above you starts to get more and more into the music and the showmanship, you just stand there, kinda fuzzed out from reality; your entire world consisting of standing up, cute thighs, insectoid legs, a pair of wings thankfully fanning you and a set of big breasts. Above said breasts, you know there's a face with an expression that can only be described as "I'm having so much fun, but I'm torn because now everyone can see me sperging out to Slayer, d-doushio?"
>Eventually the show ends.
>People start bumrushing the merch stand.
>The girl above you has to poke you a few times to get you to return to earth.
>So you let her down, kinda expecting her to thank you in an incredibly embarrassed way and scuttle off.
>Instead she stammered out an apology for being heavy and then stammered out a plee for an escort to the merch table.
>So there you stood in line, bemusedly enjoying the moth-girl attached to your arm, her breasts pressed against it, jiggling with her light shaking.
>Jesus Christ, how much over priced bullshit can one moth-girl buy?
>Finally outside in the cool air you take the opportunity to almost keel over. Trying to make that fact less obvious, you just make it look like you're a cool dude, doing cool dude thing by leaning against a wall like a cool dude.
>The giant, hairy, metalhead dudes just laugh. Fuck you, I thought we were Slayer buddies.
>They suddenly stop laughing and nod their heads in my general direction.
>Really? She's back?
>Yeah. She's back.
>If this girl was a waitress, homecooked style pasta would be all over the joint. How can one moth-girl be so bad at keeping her shit together?
>Thankfully she can't hear your thoughts.
>Stammering, shaking and shivering in her drenched clothes, she closes the distance with baby steps, doing everything she could to avoid eye contact.
>Finally, she reached you, and you couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at her.
>She pouts, and quickly pushes your eyebrow down in a surprising invasion of space; now whilst you're more shocked than bemused, the moth-girl grasps your arm, shoves something in your hand, and balancing on a single leg, the other kicked high, she kisses you on the cheek, blushes furiously in a swirly eyed mess, (yet again,) and scurries off.
>The metalheads had watched the entire display. Bully for them. Shrugging your shoulders at them, they simply respond with a thumbs up and go on their way laughing.
>You look down, inspecting your violated hand.
>One of the T-Shirts you were looking at but refused to buy at that price?
>Somehow she had managed to get your size, had she simply guessed or had she sneakily looked inside your collar whilst she was "riding" you?
>Also scrunched into your hand was a hurriedly scrawled note...
>"Thanks for looking after me, I think you're really nice, would you like to come listen to my music collection? Do you like Queen too?"
>Her phone number was on there too.
>Along with about 50 scrawled and crossed out attempts at the few sentences she had managed. Of what you could make out from the destroyed false starts was that the end result was probably the least awkward one of them all.
>Guess I'll call her sometime, couldn't hurt.
 
 
Now this Greentext isn't necessarily about "Moth-Chan the OC Character" but more "Mothgirl, MGE" kinda deal. I find it hilarious so it's going to be here for posterity's sake.
>have trouble sleeping
>stay awake for hours, staring up into the ceiling
>starting to affect work and social life
>eventually decide to go see a doctor
>he prescribes Lunesta, some kind of insomniac medicine
>eh, whatever helps you sleep at night
>take the recommended dosage and crawl into bed
>still dont feel tired
>all of a sudden see a green light shine into the room
>what the fuck
>luna moth girl glides into room, landing on one foot elegantly
>her massive green wings take up most of the room and send florescent dust everywhere
>"If you wake up restless in the middle of the night, don't worry, Lunesta is here"
>she goes on
>"Lunesta helps you fall asleep and stay asleep so you can wake up feeling rested."
>she starts crawling up atop the bed, tugging down your boxers
>Your about to protest but she suddenly takes you into her mouth
>you can feel her tongue wrap around and play with your shaft
>the pleasure soon becomes too much and you come inside her
>She swallows eagerly, maintaining eye contact as she pushes you softly down and begins to straddle you
>"Warning. When taking Lunesta, symptoms can include, fatigue, dizziness, and soreness."
>she slowly guides you into her, wincing as you penetrate her
>you notice her antenna twitch and her lips quiver as she takes in all of you and begins to grind herself against you
>she slowly begins to pick up speed, her arms wrapped around your neck in a tight embrace
>you can feel her every fold conform around your dick as she begins to go faster, her breath tickling your ear
>grabbing her hips, you match her every thrust
>the sound of your flesh colliding soon begins to fill the room along with the scent of sex
>a loud gasp escapes from her lips as you feel her walls contract also sending you over the edge
>she collapses atop you, shaking, as your fluids fill her
>she looks at you proudly as she nuzzles up against you
>"Sleep well, on the wings of Lunesta"
>sleep like a baby for the rest of the night