He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
He reaches out and gently touches one of the flowers, feeling its petals and spokes. He seems to be at a loss for words, but after a bit of struggling, he chooses to sing instead.
"You grew up just like Holy Mary, Helianthus, Helianth my dear... Your beauty never ever scared me, Helianthus, you've nothing to fear..."
He hugs the flower gently, not touching the void sphere within.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*okay if you could meet anyone in real life from the people who use lord's Rest Inn who would you meet I would probably go with Jester honestly*
*Wendigo. I've always wanted to meet him in person. At the same time, Jester, Yvonne, and Dark are all some of my best friends, and I love them very much. But Wendigo and I are pretty open with each other, and I value others' privacy. I don't think it would be respectful to just walk up to any of them, in public or in private, and talk to them without warning.*
*Plus, I'm not exactly good-looking due to my weight and lack of style sense, and I'd get kind of embarrassed in front of just about anyone, so it might as well be someone I've embarrassed myself in front of many times already.*
He reaches out and gently touches one of the flowers, feeling its petals and spokes. He seems to be at a loss for words, but after a bit of struggling, he chooses to sing instead.
"You grew up just like Holy Mary, Helianthus, Helianth my dear... Your beauty never ever scared me, Helianthus, you've nothing to fear..."
He hugs the flower gently, not touching the void sphere within.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"Does this form make you happy, Helianth?"
It is silent for a while, thinking. And then it decides its answer.
"Yes. Aside from being stuck here- for now, at least... it's simply sublime."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"Does this form make you happy, Helianth?"
It is silent for a while, thinking. And then it decides its answer.
"Yes. Aside from being stuck here- for now, at least... it's simply sublime."
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
It laughs a bit more, the stars outside the window visibly fading in utter terror of what it has become. "We're going to be the most wonderful gods there ever was!" It says with equal joy and madness.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
It laughs a bit more, the stars outside the window visibly fading in utter terror of what it has become. "We're going to be the most wonderful gods there ever was!" It says with equal joy and madness.
He almost goes to agree before turning to them with curious eyes, tilting his head as he looks up to them “Did you say we? I’m not a… god… are you going to make me a god?” He asks, his eyes shining with wonder at the thought.
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It laughs along with them a little, “You’re going to be an awesome god, everyone is going to love you, you’re so awesome.” He says, slightly delusionally really, with that childish optimism.
*okay if you could meet anyone in real life from the people who use lord's Rest Inn who would you meet I would probably go with Jester honestly*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread and Mechanicus thread
Around but not too active
He rubs his cheek against it. After a minute, he asks a genuine question. It sounds so innocent in the face of the grand horror in front of him, and he knows that, but the answer is important, and even the simplest questions can be worth asking.
One might think he was asking why the sky was blue, or why the sun sets for all the curiosity, for all the wonder in his voice. But there's a hint of sadness, as though he feared for what the answer may be. And yet still there is an almost prayerful, whispering tone, filled with love and borderline worship of the Elder Evil in front of him, above him, all around him.
"Does this form make you happy, Helianth?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Hell yeah, breaking the Geneva convention.*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*Huh, I’m honored, I wouldn’t be able to pick honestly, so many of yall I would like to meet, legit.*
*Do I dare ask for context?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread and Mechanicus thread
Around but not too active
*im quite sure that is a No no of major proportions.*
They move their head away "What is with eldritch beings and being here...?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*your the dude I interact with the most on this thread I don't talk with the others much compared to you*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread and Mechanicus thread
Around but not too active
*Good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Wendigo. I've always wanted to meet him in person. At the same time, Jester, Yvonne, and Dark are all some of my best friends, and I love them very much. But Wendigo and I are pretty open with each other, and I value others' privacy. I don't think it would be respectful to just walk up to any of them, in public or in private, and talk to them without warning.*
*Plus, I'm not exactly good-looking due to my weight and lack of style sense, and I'd get kind of embarrassed in front of just about anyone, so it might as well be someone I've embarrassed myself in front of many times already.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
It is silent for a while, thinking. And then it decides its answer.
"Yes. Aside from being stuck here- for now, at least... it's simply sublime."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They cackle “If I could tell you, I would, now I must be off before this dear wakes up.” They go back to dragging.
*That's very gay crime of you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*If you want to end it there? Sure.*
*Good place to end?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*If you want to, totally.*
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
It laughs a bit more, the stars outside the window visibly fading in utter terror of what it has become. "We're going to be the most wonderful gods there ever was!" It says with equal joy and madness.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He almost goes to agree before turning to them with curious eyes, tilting his head as he looks up to them “Did you say we? I’m not a… god… are you going to make me a god?” He asks, his eyes shining with wonder at the thought.