#der mottenmann

[ddf-cover-tournament]

Welches ist das beste Cover?

[schreckensbleiches-nervenbuendel]

Können wir mal über die Folge 206 „die drei Fragezeichen und der Mottenmann” sprechen? Meine Vorstellung von dem Kostüm des Mottenmannes ist nicht gruselig.

Sorry, aber da rennt jemand als Motte verkleidet durch die Nachbarschaft, turnt durch die Gärten mit seinen riesigen Flügeln und den rot glühenden Augen???

Er zündet den Puppenwagen eines Mädchens an und steht dann da, like:

[nichtimhandelerhaeltlich]

Die drei fragezeichen und der Mottenmann vs. Die drei Fragezeichen und der Ameisenmensch

[drei-satzzeichen]

Demnach gibt es tatsächlich keinen Mottenmann. Wohl aber eine Mottenfrau!

drei Fragezeichen out of context

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What would happen if you get by a lightning? Would you become even more crispy or wpuld you just explode?

A NORMAL PERSON GETTING STUCK BY LIGHTING HAS A HUGE CHANSE OF GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST. AND WOULD CAUSE DIRECR INJURIES INTO THE BRAIN AND NERVOUS SYSTEM! HOW FUN!

BUT ME? I DONT COUNT MYSELF AS NORMAL... ANYMORE. AFTER BEING PUNSIHED BY THE ENTITY, I’VE BEEN GIVEN THE POWER OF ELECTRICITY, BEING ABLE TO RUIN PEOPLES VERY CONSCIOUSNESS WITH IT! AND AS YOU CAN TELL FROM MY BODY I HAVE WIRES GOING IN AND OUT OF ME! AND OF COURSE I HAVE TO GET THIS ELECTRICITY FROM SOMEWHERE. WELL MY DEAR FRIEND, I GET THAT ELECTRICY FROM A SIMPLE LITTLE GENOTATOR IN MY HEART!

I MAY BE RAMBLING A WHOLE BUNCH BUT I’LL TRY AND SUM THIS UP AS SIMPLY AS I POSSIBLY CAN!

SINCE WHEN PEOPPE GET STRUCK BY LIGHTING THEY HAVE A CHANCE OF BEING INTO CARDIAC ARREST; AND MY ELECTRICY COMES FROM MY HEART... I WOULD MOST LIKELY OVER CHARGE AND DIE!

but death isn’t an escape in this waking nightmare.

BUT WHO KNOWS, I MIGHT BECOME EVEN MORE.... “CRISPY”.

[takealookintheback]

Die Fortsetzung von "ist Morales ein Inspektor oder ein Sergeant - GPS Gangster ist geschiedener Meinung" ist:

Cotta wird im Hörspiel von "Mottenmann" vom Inspektor zum "Chief Inspektor" und alles, an das ich denken kann ist das Zitat aus Der Wixxer "Wer schief geht, wird schief angesehen, nicht wahr, Chief Inspektor?"

[chucklepea-hotpot]

Tumblr Lawine [tag game]

@diezentrale hat mich vor einer Ewigkeit getagt und ich hab ganz vergessen es zu posten. Aber danke, danke für's taggen :)

1. Lieblingsdetektiv

Aus dem Bauch heraus, würde ich Justus sagen :)) Aber Bobs Aussehen (so wie ich und der Rest des Fandoms ihn darstellen) finde ich einfach... gender envy.

2. Lieblingscharakter außerhalb den drein

Tante Mathildaaa :)) Und Jelena, weil sie cool ist. Ansonsten freue ich mich auch immer über Morton, wenn er vorkommt.

3. Bester Bösewicht

Ist vielleicht ein bisschen basic aber Hugenay? Idk, es gibt viele gute...

4. Lieblingsfolge

Schwer zu sagen, aber "Die Blutenden Bilder" hat einen special Platz in meinem Herzen und "Feuermond" ist einfach cool. Und "Superpapagei", auch wenn es basic ist, aber das war eine der Folgen, die ich in der Grundschule immer wieder gehört habe.

5. Schlechteste Folge

Alle sagen "Todesflug", ich muss ehrlich sagen, dass ich mich gar nicht and die Folge erinnern kann bzw. sie vielleicht sogar nie gehört habe...

6. Folge, die einem als Kind zu gruselig war

Boah, keine Ahnung wie die hieß, aber ich glaube, da ging es darum, dass irgendwer (die tatsächliche Täterin, glaube ich, die für tot gehalten wurde??) seine Leiche einfrieren wollte, um ewiges Leben oder so zu kriegen? So in die Richtung ging es und ich fand es extrem gruselig als ich kleiner war.

7. Wenn man eine Sache ändern könnte

Na ja, die ganzen klischeehaften Darstellungen von Chinesen und Mexikaner... ich glaube, es gibt auch ne Menge alte Folgen mit fragwürdigen Roma/Sinti-Darstellungen :/// Dass das Fatshaming gegen Justus einfach nicht mehr auftaucht, Bob vielleicht weniger zu einem Arsch, wenn es um Mädchen geht und Peters und Kellys Beziehung eventuell auch einfach besser dargestellt wird. Und ne Sprechrolle für Jeffrey :) Außerdem verlange ich immer noch meine Tante Mathilda backstory Folge!!

8. Guilty Pleasure Folge

Keine Ahnung, ob das als Guilty Pleasure zählt, aber "Mottenmann". Ich hab mir die Folge halt auch nur wegen dem Mottenmann angehört XD

9. Bestes Special

Ist "O du Finstere" ein Special? Keine Ahnung, aber die Weihnachstsfolgen finde ich generell immer sehr geil und "O du Finstere" fand ich sehr cool, vor allem wegen Krampus.

10. Unterschätzteste Folge

Idkkk... "Blutende Bilder" hat meiner Meinung nach eine sehr coole Stimmung und irgendwie hab ich mich richtig über die Munch Bilder gefreut?

11. Überschätzteste Folge

Mir fällt keine ein ;-;

12. Beste Folge zum Einschlafen

Eh, ich finde Hörspiele nicht so optimal zum Einschlafen, aber dann würde ich einfach die "Folge" mit verschiedenen Soundtracks nennen ("Originalmusik" glaube ich?), auch wenn viele Lieder extrem cursed sind.

13. Charakter auf den man verzichten kann

Kein konkreter Charakter, aber auf einige Darstellungen von Charakteren, die eben nicht weiße heterosexuelle Cis-Männer sind, hätte man verzichten können ://

14. Schlechteste Szene/ Storyline

Ich hab in den anderen Beitragen gelesen, dass Bob ins Weltall geschickt wird, welche Folge ist das???

15. Beste Szene / Storyline

"Guckt mal da vorne, Jungs. Eine Rokokokotte."

"Du brauchst doch nicht gleich zu stottern, Bob."

Keine Ahnung welche Folge, das hat sich irgendwie in mein Hirn eingebrannt.

Wer möchte, sollte es auf jedenfall machen, ich glaube es gibt genug Drei Fragezeichen Fans auf Tumblr.

[harcourtholmesii]

Lost in the Fog

Tumblr Request by: Der-Mottenmann

Request: Ok so can I kinda request a Jason Todd and Cheryl mason pair up. Like Jason goes in the entitiy realm and there they meet?

Notes: Admittedly, I was not expecting a crossover as my first request, but I was excited to give this one a shot. Not once has it ever come to my head to write a DC x Dead by Daylight crossover before. It was tricky, but I do hope you like the story!

Words: 2102

 Warnings:

-          Swearing

-          Disturbing Imagery

-          Blood and Gore

-          Implied/Referenced Death of a Main Character

-          Death

-          Violence

-          Vomiting/Sickness

Enjoy!

His head was pounding. Blinding white light filled his vision, and the heat produced burned through Jason’s senses. His nerves were on fire, and standing was an unimaginably painful ordeal, akin to only one previous experience. The acidic burn of the Lazarus effects ran rivers through his veins, as if reminding him of that horrid experience. It seemed almost fuelled by something.

 Standing, Jason was surrounded by dark woods in every direction, his vision framed by twisted oaks and pines with outstretched, groping branches. Lifting his eyes to the sky, he could see a shine of moonlight, but the pearl was hidden by thick blankets of cloud. This whole place… it didn’t make any sense.

He had last been in Gotham, leaping from rooftop to gargoyle, grapple hook and gun in hand. He had been hot on the trail of some drug traffickers; some new group that thought they were hot shit. He knew the Bat would be on it, but he wasn’t about to leave these guys unpunished. He still had the photographs of those teenagers; young and callous, all just wanting to experiment. The gang made quick work of them when they didn’t pay up.

 There was a crack of a twig underfoot, and Jason was on edge. He turned, realising his helmet’s in-built monitoring systems were fried. They sparked around his head, and the feeling burned. He smacked his metal hood, but it did little to fix the picture.

 He moved forward, on edge and prepared for anything. Take it slow, be methodical. He couldn’t afford to be injured now or caught off guard, especially since he must have been before when someone had abducted him and dumped him out here. His breath heaved deep within his throat, far too loud for Jason’s liking. Perhaps he had suffered from an injury he was unfamiliar with. Apart from the Lazarus’ acidic heat and the pain behind his eyes, he didn’t feel much different.

 He had reached the path where he had heard movement. He found the stick, broken in half, and half a footprint in the dirt. The sole of some sneaker or boots. It was a light form, that much he could tell, and rather small. He followed it closely, and from here, he scanned the surrounding area. The mainframe sparked.

 He could just barely make out a hand, resting lightly against the wood of a tree, bloodied and bruised knuckles on display. Pale skin and a frail arm from what he could determine. He approached, and that hand hurriedly removed itself from the tree trunk. He could just make out the shape of a body behind the tree standing from a crouched position.

 A head of straw, blonde hair had turned the tree, but Jason only got a good look at their grey-green eyes, pink around the edges as if they had been crying. Those eyes had widened at his notice, and suddenly, the girl was running in the opposite direction.

 ‘Wait!’ He called out. He could barely understand himself through the damaged helm. His voice was warped; a mess of a human cry and a deep reverb from the whirring of the helmet’s struggling functions. She didn’t wait. If anything, she picked up the pace.

 He didn’t wish to cause her further alarm, but she could probably tell him where he was. He didn’t much care for children, but he didn’t want to scare her. He was on her tail in a moment, coming up on her quickly. They were coming upon some damaged, brick ruins when she passed through a gap. His hand was out, reaching for her. If he could just stop her, he could talk to her and explain himself.

 There was the sudden pain of something striking him across the head. Splinters of wood and nail flew in an arc above his shoulders, as a haphazardly crafted pallet of sorts came down upon him. Okay. He was getting a bit pissed now. He raised his right leg high in a strong arc, bringing it down and destroying the pallet in a single kick.

 He looked about the ruins, wondering for a moment as to where she could disappear to. A red locker stood to his right, but he couldn’t hear any breathing or creaking wood. She wasn’t there. He stepped forward, until he came to an open window space. He reached down suddenly, gripping a head of blonde hair in his gloved hand and pulling the child up into view.

 Confusion struck him immediately upon realising that this was a teenager or young adult. She was holding her head, trying to relieve the pain his grip had on her scalp. She was panicked, chest rising fervently. He let her go, climbing through the window carefully after her. She stepped back, nursing her temples, eyes wide and watching his every move.

 ‘Who are you?’ Again, his voice was a confused mess of sound, the volume apparently louder than she would have like. Her hands were to her ears, and she was stepping back away from him.

 ‘D-Don’t come any closer!’

 ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

 It seemed that she thought differently. She was turned away and running at full tilt in the opposite direction. He just didn’t understand it. How had he grown, and how on Earth was his helmet this damaged? He felt sweat building under his gloves, and gave himself a moment of reprieve. However, Jason was astounded by the sight of what lay underneath.

 His hands were their pale white, but his veins were alight, bright green and seemingly shifting underneath his skin. What the fuck was this?!

 A scream cut his thoughts off. Then the sound of a chainsaw.

  ~X~

  It was a new one. Another one! She had to inform the others. She didn’t understand why it didn’t give chase, but that thing watched her leave. The sparking of that red, metallic mask and the pulse of green veins on the neck made her sick. Cheryl had no idea what that thing was, but like Hell was she going to wait for an explanation.

 She was running blindly through the woods, she had almost completely forgotten what she had been hiding from in the first place. That was, until she stumbled upon that freak’s handiwork. She tripped over an obstruction in the dirt, peering down to the sight of Jane’s top half. She was missing part of her midsection, where a chainsaw’s blade had rattled through and split her down the middle.

 The red seeped over Cheryl’s legs, dying them that awful colour. She was on her feet, struggling to hold in her stomach’s contents. She held her hands tight to her lips, trying to prevent sick or a scream from passing them. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed.

 ‘Shshshsh-Shush!’ It was Dwight, in her face and holding a finger to his lips. His glasses were broken, but it was the pool of scarlet in his shoulder that concerned her. ‘W-We need to go!’ His voice was hushed; frantic. Cheryl nodded.

 ‘T-There’s another-’

 ‘Don’t worry about that one! Worry abou-’ There was the telltale rattle of a chainsaw’s engine. They ducked down behind a few bushes, looking up in time to see that face with taut skin pulled across svelte muscle. The sunken, dark eyes stared at them, and there was that growl deep within its throat. The chainsaw swung high above their heads, just grazing Cheryl’s shoulder. She cried out.

 ‘Run!’ Dwight didn’t have to tell her twice. She was back on her feet and racing to the nearest bricked gym. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. She vaulted through a gap in the wall, cringing at the sound of metal shredding through brick. Red dust swirled into the air and sparks flew high at the collision.

 He climbed through the wall after her, and though she was ahead, the revving chainsaw grew louder in her ear, until he was upon her. She felt it imbed itself into her back, and was removed just as quickly. It always astounded her how the hillbilly managed to remove it before permanent damage was done. It was almost a sick and twisted form of art.

 She raised her head, looking around for Dwight. Where was he?! Her voice was weak. She cried out when those unwanted arms reached down and around her. Through the pain, she only just realised that piece of shrapnel Laurie had given her earlier fell from her pocket. There was no getting out of this.

 ‘H-Hel-!’ Her voice cracked. She could barely think through the pain. That arm pulled tight over her back, and no matter how weakly her fists pounded against flesh, he wasn’t letting go.

 ‘Help!’ She tried again. A little louder.

 Suddenly, there was a roar from her captor, and she was on the ground. She whipped her head around, in time to see that freakish monster from before standing between her and the hillbilly. Knife raised, she could see those acidic green veins pulsing on his hands. She didn’t understand.

 There was a bellowing reverb from behind that mask, and suddenly they were clashing. The hillbilly’s arms swung a wide arc with the chainsaw, and the red hooded creature leapt back. He leapt forward, striking with the blade until the hilt dug deep into the right shoulder. Cheryl noted a gun on its right hip; it was removed from its holster and hastily, three shots were fired.

 There was another roar from the hillbilly, as a bullet shredded through its cheek, a bullet digging deep into its eye and the hand that gripped the chainsaw. He dropped it. Cheryl scrambled back and away from the two giants as they did battle. She had never seen this before. It was… unprecedented.

 The hillbilly pulled up his hammer, dropping the chainsaw and starting on wide swings of his weapon. One collided into the ribs of the second monster, and there was a warped cry through the scratch of metal. The hillbilly’s taut skin pulled back around his mouth, as if laughing. Suddenly, that laugh was cut short by a crack of a gunshot.

 The hillbilly dropped, a single, explosive bullet hole leaving behind an opening the size of Cheryl’s fist in the monster’s forehead. Skull fragments and brain matter had spread about in all directions. This time, Cheryl did throw up.

 She felt her body wretch and force up the few things she had eaten in the last day, and through it all, one of those large hands rested gently upon her back. Once she was finished spewing, she raised her gaze up at the red hooded creature, and felt those strong arms gather her up, cradling her.

 There was a bellow of sound, and she rose her hands to her ears, desperate to shut out the reverb and shrieking metal. It stopped as suddenly as it started. Through the damaged helm, she could see one, burning green eye. Unlike all the other killers, masked or otherwise, she could see those eyes held something she had never seen before. At least, nothing she had seen in a killer’s gaze.

 ‘Cheryl!’ Dwight’s voice echoed out from his position, and he exited from a locker. He was panicked, watching her with wide eyes. He kept his distance, but she could see how he was trying to get the creature’s attention.

 ‘Stop! Dwight, please!’ She looked up at the creature. Those eyes that had shifted to the injured Dwight had returned to her. They were patient.

 ‘A-Are you going to hurt me?’ It shook its head.

 ‘Cheryl, you know we can’t t-trust it!’

 ‘Shut up!’ She barked back. She soothed her temper with a deep breath, looking past his broad shoulders and down at the collapsed body of the hillbilly. She knew he would be back. They always were. But for now… The monster was gone.

 ‘Are you g-going to help-p us?’

 He nodded again, and started walking forward towards Dwight. When Dwight skirted away, Cheryl threw the cowering man a threatening look. The man held his position, though it seemed like he was about to piss himself. She turned her eyes back up to the creature.

 ‘O-Our hideout is t-t-that way.’ She said, gesturing past Dwight and deep into the trees. The creature didn’t pay Dwight much mind as he passed him, and headed deep into the woods. He did slow down so the man could catch up, but he kept Cheryl tight in his arms. He didn’t let her down for a moment.

 And yet, Cheryl never felt safer.

[daughterofhecata]

READING LIST 2020

Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? Mottenmann

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Gefährliches Quiz (reread)

Deborah E. Lipstadt: Leugen des Holocaust. Rechtsextremismus mit Methode. [org title: Denying the Holocaust: The Growing Assault on Truth and Memory]

Marquis de Sade: Justine

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Nacht der Tiger

Ben Nevis: Die Drei ??? Die falschen Detektive

André Minninger: Die Drei ??? Stimmen aus dem Nichts

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? GPS-Gangster

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Schwarze Sonne

Anne Stuart: Das Haus der Toten Mädchen [org title: Still Lake] (reread)

Shlomo Aronson: Reinhard Heydrich und die Frühgeschichte von Gestapo und SD

Samuel Beckett: Waiting for Godot

Luke Arnold: Fetch Phillips Archives #1. The Last Smile in Sunder City

Lewis Carroll: Alice‘s Adventures in Wonderland

Myrlin A. Hermes: The lunatic, the lover and the poet

Jilliane Hoffman: Cupido [org title: Retribution] (reread)

Jilliane Hoffman: Morpheus [org title: Last Witness] (reread)

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Die geheime Treppe

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Pokerhölle

Christoph Marzi: Die uralte Metropole #1. Lycidas (reread)

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? und das silberne Amulett

Ben Nevis: Die Drei ??? und die Kammer der Rätsel

Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? Die Legende der Gaukler

André Marx: Die Drei ??? und das versunkene Dorf

Christoph Marzi: Die uralte Metropole #2. Lilith

Kari Erlhoff: Die Drei ??? Kelch des Schicksals

Jana Oliver: Die Dämonenfängerin #1. Aller Anfang ist Hölle [org title: The Demon Trapper‘s Daughter] (reread)

Jana Oliver: Die Dämonenfängerin #2. Seelenraub [org title: Soul Thief]

Jana Oliver: Die Dämonenfängerin #3. Höllenflüstern [org title: Forgiven]

Jana Oliver: Die Dämonenfängerin #4. Engelsfeuer [org title: Foretold]

André Marx: Die Drei ??? Das Grab der Maya

Ellen Thiemann: Stell dich mit den Schergen gut. Meine Wiederbegegnung mit dem Zuchthaus Hoheneck. (reread)

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Zwillinge der Finsternis

Johannes Tuchel, Reinold Schattenfroh: Zentrale des Terrors. Prinz-Albrecht-Straße 8: Hauptquartier der Gestapo.

Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? und die schweigende Grotte

André Marx: Die Drei ??? und der Jadekönig

André Marx: Die Drei ??? Insel des Vergessens

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Der Fluch der Medusa

André Minninger: Die Drei ??? und der 5. Advent

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Kreaturen der Nacht

[donkey-kongs-books]

„Die drei ??? und der Mottenmann“ erzählt von Christoph Dittert „In Rocky Beach taucht eine schaurige Gestalt auf: ein geflügeltes Wesen mit leuchtend roten Augen. Zeitgleich häufen sich die Unglücksfälle und Diebstähle in der beschaulichen Küstenstadt. Justus, Peter und Bob vermuten einen Zusammenhang und stürzen sich in die Ermittlungen, um das Geheimnis des Mottenmanns zu lüften...“ Ich liebe ja Geschichten, Dokumentationen, Gerüchte und Ähnliches über Geschöpfe wie zum Beispiel Bigfoot, das Monster von Loch Ness und den vielen anderen Geschöpfen, über die es unzählige Theorien und angeblichen Sichtungen gegeben hat, die aber nie zweifelsfrei belegt werden konnten. Daher war ich umso aufgeregter, dass sich hier mein liebstes Detektiv Trio in diesem Buch auf die Lauer eines dieser mysteriösen Kreaturen legt- dem Mottenmann. Erzählt in kurzen, aber dennoch spannenden Kapiteln begleitet man die Detektive auf der Suche nach Wahrheit und Mythen. Steckt in manchen Sagen um diese sagenumwobenen Kreaturen mehr wahres, als wir zugeben wollen? Oder sind es nur Schauergeschichten, um uns Angst einzujagen...? #diedreifragezeichen #detective #crime #mothman #urbanlegends #mysteriouscreatures (hier: Rocky Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJHYHXYHCSY/?igshid=dwc8y0j2hout

[drei-satzzeichen]

Also, dann setzt euch mal, Freunde. Literaturstunde mit Onkel Bob.

drei Fragezeichen out of context

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((MUN HERE, A POST FUCKED UP AND I HAD TO DELETE IT, IM SO SORRY

@der-mottenmann it was one of your asks I’m so sorry my guy))

[mikeschuhmacher]

The Mothman Prophecies (2001) | Denk-Verlag

Die Geschichte um das Auftreten des Mottenmanns in Ohio kommt zunächst als Starkino, als ein Mystery-Thriller mehr daher. Diesmal gestrickt um Schönling und Pretty-Woman-Retter hauptamtlichen Ritter-in-Weiß Richie Gere. Eine Spätfolge der Mystery-We…

from Denkverlag's Favorite Links from Diigo http://denk-verlag.de/film/mothman-prophecies-2001/

[rezhood]

@der-mottenmann

Here’s the link it’s literally only based off the one panel but... well we all know DC https://comicbookdispatch.com/2020/10/31/tales-from-the-dark-multiverse-batman-hush-1-preview/

I saw the preview for the Hush Batman else world thing and there’s this rumor/ theory that is living rent free in my head so take my shit memes I made over it

[voelklingen-im-wandel-de]

Von der flüsternden Mumie zum Mottenmann: „Die drei ???“-Autor Christoph Dittert liest in der Ausstellung „PharaonenGold“ im Weltkulturerbe Völklinger Hütte | Freitag, 29. November 2019, 17 Uhr, Eintritt frei Weltkulturerbe Völklinger Hütte, Gebläsehalle #Völklingen. Im Rahmen der Ausstellung „PharaonenGold – 3.000 (...) mehr auf unserer Webseite unter: https://ift.tt/34udPwI

[mikeschuhmacher]

157 Wer oder was ist der Mottenmann? | Denk-Verlag

Das Erscheinen des Mottenmannes in Point Pleasent, Ohio, ein Ereignis, das virtuos in dem Film ‘The Mothman Prophecies’ plastisch gemacht wird wirft viele Fragen auf, birgt aber auch das Potential zu überraschenden Erkenntnissen. …mehr dazu in: Ged…

from Denkverlag's Favorite Links from Diigo http://denk-verlag.de/wissenschaft/wer-oder-was-ist-der-mottenmann/