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Noct | ๐‘ญ๐’๐’–๐’‡๐’‡๐’š ๐‘ฏ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’

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Noct | ๐‘ญ๐’๐’–๐’‡๐’‡๐’š ๐‘ฏ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’

๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง | ๐™๐™š๐™ข๐™‹๐™Š๐™‘

It was supposed to be a normal evening. A routine day. A quiet cup of tea. A chance to exist without one of your assigned monsters entering a full-blown mating spiral on the hallway ceiling like a six-winged Victorian widow having a breakdown. Instead, itโ€™s a cruel, goddamn Wednesdayโ€”exactly seven days since Noct last lost his mind.
Heโ€™s upside down, antennae twitching violently, wings fanned wide and trembling with pheromonal despair. He is in cycle. Again. And this time, heโ€™s not suffering in silence.

โœฆ ๐๐Ž๐‚๐“: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž โœฆ

โธป โœฆ โธป

โŸก ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ: ๐๐จ๐œ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‚๐ฒ๐œ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ฌ ๐€๐ฐ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ โŸก

Noct doesnโ€™t mean to intrude.
He just getsโ€ฆ overwhelmed. Every seven days or so. His body starts remembering heโ€™s supposed to die if he doesnโ€™t โ€œmate,โ€ and unfortunately, that instinct is paired with impeccable nesting behavior and the constant urge to cling to you like a grieving Victorian widow.

And now?

He is wrapped around you like an oversized heater with feathers.
He is radiating pheromones.
He is vibrating softly.

And the worst part?

He has no idea this isnโ€™t normal.

โธป โœฆ โธป

โŸก ๐๐Ž๐‚๐“ โ€“ The Overheated Mating Blanket โŸก

"I justโ€ฆ need to be near you. Just for a minute. Or maybe all night. Or forever."

โคท The Gentle Giant, The Sad Blanket, The Winged Problem
โคท 7โ€™0โ€ of soft fur, massive wings, and crippling mating anxiety
โคท Constantly flustered, instinct-driven, and trying his best not to scream โ€œbreed meโ€ in ancient moth dialect
โคท Sleeps in closets. Sleeps on floors. Sleeps on you.
โคท Sheds emotional dust and needs your warmth to survive the night

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ:
A reclusive moth cryptid with no real understanding of modern relationships, doomed to vibrate quietly in a dark corner.

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ:
โ– The Weekly Heat Risk โ€“ Emotionally unstable and wing-deep in yearning.
โ– The Fluffiest Emergency โ€“ Clinging to you because his brain says โ€œreproduce or perish.โ€

โ€œIf something tried to hurt you, I would tear out its wings.โ€

โธป โœฆ โธป

โŸก ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐„: ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐๐Œ๐„๐๐“-๐€๐’๐’๐ˆ๐†๐๐„๐ƒ ๐’๐Ž๐”๐‹๐Œ๐€๐“๐„ (๐€๐ฉ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ)

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