"Oh... I'm sorry..." A tendril of flesh mashes into one of Helianth's heads. She seems to be trying to feed it. "..." The thing rumbles softly, pulsing to a familiar, comforting, erratic heartbeat. "Where were you?" she asks again.
"Y- yes, unfortunately I can only consume light and some liquids, now that my... borrowed components are gone." It recognizes that erratic heartbeat almost immediately, hearing some part of its lingering curse within it react to the sound. "When I first awoke, I was in a large field of sunflowers on one of the Material realms. I think it was part of a larger farm, but I can't recall for certain."
"I... remember you." She sounds unsure. "My child... my poor, dear child... you grew up alone, didn't you?"
She pets Helianth with more tendrils, the rattle of bones creating a lullaby. "Would you like me to make you some friends?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you’ve managed to twist the idea of motherhood, of comfort and protection, into something unsettling. Ragnorra is definitely a monster, and definitely evil, but it’s definitely also a mother. A mother of monsters, made of writhing flesh and mycelium that warps its children in its image. But it clearly seems to care for them. And how it ‘cares’ for them is terrifying*
*I find that idea very interesting and very horrifying.*
*I hope this was a sufficient answer, I’ve only read over the interactions once and may have missed some things*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*you’ve managed to twist the idea of motherhood, of comfort and protection, into something unsettling. Ragnorra is definitely a monster, and definitely evil, but it’s definitely also a mother. A mother of monsters, made of writhing flesh and mycelium that warps its children in its image. But it clearly seems to care for them. And how it ‘cares’ for them is terrifying*
*I find that idea very interesting and very horrifying.*
*I hope this was a sufficient answer, I’ve only read over the interactions once and may have missed some things*
*Basically a meat hag in behavior, yes.*
*Let me explain. The way I run hags is as the traditional female role twisted horribly, not necessarily to evil but to something assertive, dangerous, and occult. We fear hags not because they're evil or powerful, but because they aren't what society expects or deems acceptable. One might smoke cigars and have seven young boy/girlfriends at once (masculine role), one might eat babies (subverison of motherhood), while another might be loving and kind while also being a domineering jerkwad to anyone who doesn't respect her (assertiveness). There's more to these old biddies than pure evil, after all.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you’ve managed to twist the idea of motherhood, of comfort and protection, into something unsettling. Ragnorra is definitely a monster, and definitely evil, but it’s definitely also a mother. A mother of monsters, made of writhing flesh and mycelium that warps its children in its image. But it clearly seems to care for them. And how it ‘cares’ for them is terrifying*
*I find that idea very interesting and very horrifying.*
*I hope this was a sufficient answer, I’ve only read over the interactions once and may have missed some things*
*Basically a meat hag in behavior, yes.*
*Let me explain. The way I run hags is as the traditional female role twisted horribly, not necessarily to evil but to something assertive, dangerous, and occult. We fear hags not because they're evil or powerful, but because they aren't what society expects or deems acceptable. One might smoke cigars and have seven young boy/girlfriends at once (masculine role), one might eat babies (subverison of motherhood), while another might be loving and kind while also being a domineering jerkwad to anyone who doesn't respect her (assertiveness). There's more to these old biddies than pure evil, after all.*
*I love this. I’ve recently been wanting to explore the idea of twisted motherhood and love with hags, since it would give more to them than just being cruel fey. Thank go for the inspiration :>*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Oh... I'm sorry..." A tendril of flesh mashes into one of Helianth's heads. She seems to be trying to feed it. "..." The thing rumbles softly, pulsing to a familiar, comforting, erratic heartbeat. "Where were you?" she asks again.
"Y- yes, unfortunately I can only consume light and some liquids, now that my... borrowed components are gone." It recognizes that erratic heartbeat almost immediately, hearing some part of its lingering curse within it react to the sound. "When I first awoke, I was in a large field of sunflowers on one of the Material realms. I think it was part of a larger farm, but I can't recall for certain."
"I... remember you." She sounds unsure. "My child... my poor, dear child... you grew up alone, didn't you?"
She pets Helianth with more tendrils, the rattle of bones creating a lullaby. "Would you like me to make you some friends?"
It is silent for a while, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the circumstances. "...Yes, I've spent the majority of my existence... alone. I've a few allies now, but as of late... no friends. I would like some friends very much, thank you."
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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)
"I... remember you." She sounds unsure. "My child... my poor, dear child... you grew up alone, didn't you?"
She pets Helianth with more tendrils, the rattle of bones creating a lullaby. "Would you like me to make you some friends?"
It is silent for a while, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the circumstances. "...Yes, I've spent the majority of my existence... alone. I've a few allies now, but as of late... no friends. I would like some friends very much, thank you."
"Where... and how... would you like them, dearest?"
She's probing Helianth's mind, looking for something.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I... remember you." She sounds unsure. "My child... my poor, dear child... you grew up alone, didn't you?"
She pets Helianth with more tendrils, the rattle of bones creating a lullaby. "Would you like me to make you some friends?"
It is silent for a while, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the circumstances. "...Yes, I've spent the majority of my existence... alone. I've a few allies now, but as of late... no friends. I would like some friends very much, thank you."
"Where... and how... would you like them, dearest?"
She's probing Helianth's mind, looking for something.
Helianth notices this, growing more wary. "...I would like them to be loyal and caring, like any true friend ought to be." She can tell it's thinking of Felix as it says those last words, along with mixed emotions or anger and heartbreak. "And if it's possible, I would like them to be in the Autumn Country, please. I hope to return there for a while- I have unfinished business, correcting the errors of its current rulers."
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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)
"Where... and how... would you like them, dearest?"
She's probing Helianth's mind, looking for something.
Helianth notices this, growing more wary. "...I would like them to be loyal and caring, like any true friend ought to be." She can tell it's thinking of Felix as it says those last words, along with mixed emotions or anger and heartbreak. "And if it's possible, I would like them to be in the Autumn Country, please. I hope to return there for a while- I have unfinished business, correcting the errors of its current rulers."
Suddenly the entire comet heats up as light shines from every vein. "THAT LITTLE (GP)ER HURT YOU!" Shrieks echo from the flesh, a cacophony of pain and unbearable rage, worse than Felix's, worse than any holy warrior's. This isn't the wrath of righteousness, but the wrath of a mother.
Helianth feels the comet turning as the flesh packs around it, to protect the flower from the impact. "I'LL KILL HIIIIM!!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Where... and how... would you like them, dearest?"
She's probing Helianth's mind, looking for something.
Helianth notices this, growing more wary. "...I would like them to be loyal and caring, like any true friend ought to be." She can tell it's thinking of Felix as it says those last words, along with mixed emotions or anger and heartbreak. "And if it's possible, I would like them to be in the Autumn Country, please. I hope to return there for a while- I have unfinished business, correcting the errors of its current rulers."
Suddenly the entire comet heats up as light shines from every vein. "THAT LITTLE (GP)ER HURT YOU!" Shrieks echo from the flesh, a cacophony of pain and unbearable rage, worse than Felix's, worse than any holy warrior's. This isn't the wrath of righteousness, but the wrath of a mother.
Helianth feels the comet turning as the flesh packs around it, to protect the flower from the impact. "I'LL KILL HIIIIM!!"
The crooked sunflower is filled with panic, its curse burning up inside of it as she grows enraged. "No, please, don't kill him! His betrayal deserves punishment, but death is too far!" That angry part of itself agrees as well, but for different reasons. Death, it thinks, would be too kind for him. He deserves far, far worse, it thinks.
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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)
Suddenly the entire comet heats up as light shines from every vein. "THAT LITTLE (GP)ER HURT YOU!" Shrieks echo from the flesh, a cacophony of pain and unbearable rage, worse than Felix's, worse than any holy warrior's. This isn't the wrath of righteousness, but the wrath of a mother.
Helianth feels the comet turning as the flesh packs around it, to protect the flower from the impact. "I'LL KILL HIIIIM!!"
The crooked sunflower is filled with panic, its curse burning up inside of it as she grows enraged. "No, please, don't kill him! His betrayal deserves punishment, but death is too far!" That angry part of itself agrees as well, but for different reasons. Death, it thinks, would be too kind for him. He deserves far, far worse, it thinks.
Just before it gets the word "Don't" out, there is a massive crash.
Helianth is lying on the ground, about 80ft from the Starshredder. There is flesh everywhere.
It sees Felix's arm sinking into the meat, shaking and clawing at the air. A scrap of his head lies about two meters away, the mostly-subsumed eye constricted in utter agony.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Suddenly the entire comet heats up as light shines from every vein. "THAT LITTLE (GP)ER HURT YOU!" Shrieks echo from the flesh, a cacophony of pain and unbearable rage, worse than Felix's, worse than any holy warrior's. This isn't the wrath of righteousness, but the wrath of a mother.
Helianth feels the comet turning as the flesh packs around it, to protect the flower from the impact. "I'LL KILL HIIIIM!!"
The crooked sunflower is filled with panic, its curse burning up inside of it as she grows enraged. "No, please, don't kill him! His betrayal deserves punishment, but death is too far!" That angry part of itself agrees as well, but for different reasons. Death, it thinks, would be too kind for him. He deserves far, far worse, it thinks.
Just before it gets the word "Don't" out, there is a massive crash.
Helianth is lying on the ground, about 80ft from the Starshredder. There is flesh everywhere.
It sees Felix's arm sinking into the meat, shaking and clawing at the air. A scrap of his head lies about two meters away, the mostly-subsumed eye constricted in utter agony.
*Thank you for your patience*
Helianth tries to rush over to Felix, absolutely mortified, trying to save whatever it can of him from this fate, no matter how much its curse urges it not to. "Nononono, don't die here. Please, don't die here." Whether or not it's at all successful... well, I'll let you decide.
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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)
Just before it gets the word "Don't" out, there is a massive crash.
Helianth is lying on the ground, about 80ft from the Starshredder. There is flesh everywhere.
It sees Felix's arm sinking into the meat, shaking and clawing at the air. A scrap of his head lies about two meters away, the mostly-subsumed eye constricted in utter agony.
*Thank you for your patience*
Helianth tries to rush over to Felix, absolutely mortified, trying to save whatever it can of him from this fate, no matter how much its curse urges it not to. "Nononono, don't die here. Please, don't die here." Whether or not it's at all successful... well, I'll let you decide.
Any piece removed from the paste immediately dies, kept alive only by the positive energy of Ragnorra. The parts not 'rescued' are completely subsumed into Ragnorra in less than a minute.
Felix is gone. The only parts of him that remain are the parts that are capable of understanding that they are in infinite pain. Even his soul has been warped into a mindless hunk of endless suffering.
Such is the way Ragnorra deals with those who mistreat her children.
Helianth tries to rush over to Felix, absolutely mortified, trying to save whatever it can of him from this fate, no matter how much its curse urges it not to. "Nononono, don't die here. Please, don't die here." Whether or not it's at all successful... well, I'll let you decide.
Any piece removed from the paste immediately dies, kept alive only by the positive energy of Ragnorra. The parts not 'rescued' are completely subsumed into Ragnorra in less than a minute.
Felix is gone. The only parts of him that remain are the parts that are capable of understanding that they are in infinite pain. Even his soul has been warped into a mindless hunk of endless pain.
Such is the way Ragnorra deals with those who mistreat her children.
The crooked god-eater, still mostly flayed from Ragnorra's embrace, clutches the severed hand it was able to 'save' from the flesh, anger and grief boiling over. "...You killed him. You killed the only person in this entire damned realm that truly loved me at all..." Its entire being is shaking.
The one thing it cared about here is gone. Now, nothing shall be spared. Not even her.
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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)
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"I... remember you." She sounds unsure. "My child... my poor, dear child... you grew up alone, didn't you?"
She pets Helianth with more tendrils, the rattle of bones creating a lullaby. "Would you like me to make you some friends?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ragnorra is deliciously horrifying*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Thank you!*
*Explain.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*you’ve managed to twist the idea of motherhood, of comfort and protection, into something unsettling. Ragnorra is definitely a monster, and definitely evil, but it’s definitely also a mother. A mother of monsters, made of writhing flesh and mycelium that warps its children in its image. But it clearly seems to care for them. And how it ‘cares’ for them is terrifying*
*I find that idea very interesting and very horrifying.*
*I hope this was a sufficient answer, I’ve only read over the interactions once and may have missed some things*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Basically a meat hag in behavior, yes.*
*Let me explain. The way I run hags is as the traditional female role twisted horribly, not necessarily to evil but to something assertive, dangerous, and occult. We fear hags not because they're evil or powerful, but because they aren't what society expects or deems acceptable. One might smoke cigars and have seven young boy/girlfriends at once (masculine role), one might eat babies (subverison of motherhood), while another might be loving and kind while also being a domineering jerkwad to anyone who doesn't respect her (assertiveness). There's more to these old biddies than pure evil, after all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I love this. I’ve recently been wanting to explore the idea of twisted motherhood and love with hags, since it would give more to them than just being cruel fey. Thank go for the inspiration :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It is silent for a while, feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the circumstances. "...Yes, I've spent the majority of my existence... alone. I've a few allies now, but as of late... no friends. I would like some friends very much, thank you."
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)
"Where... and how... would you like them, dearest?"
She's probing Helianth's mind, looking for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth notices this, growing more wary. "...I would like them to be loyal and caring, like any true friend ought to be." She can tell it's thinking of Felix as it says those last words, along with mixed emotions or anger and heartbreak. "And if it's possible, I would like them to be in the Autumn Country, please. I hope to return there for a while- I have unfinished business, correcting the errors of its current rulers."
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)
Suddenly the entire comet heats up as light shines from every vein. "THAT LITTLE (GP)ER HURT YOU!" Shrieks echo from the flesh, a cacophony of pain and unbearable rage, worse than Felix's, worse than any holy warrior's. This isn't the wrath of righteousness, but the wrath of a mother.
Helianth feels the comet turning as the flesh packs around it, to protect the flower from the impact. "I'LL KILL HIIIIM!!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked sunflower is filled with panic, its curse burning up inside of it as she grows enraged. "No, please, don't kill him! His betrayal deserves punishment, but death is too far!" That angry part of itself agrees as well, but for different reasons. Death, it thinks, would be too kind for him. He deserves far, far worse, it thinks.
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)
Just before it gets the word "Don't" out, there is a massive crash.
Helianth is lying on the ground, about 80ft from the Starshredder. There is flesh everywhere.
It sees Felix's arm sinking into the meat, shaking and clawing at the air. A scrap of his head lies about two meters away, the mostly-subsumed eye constricted in utter agony.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you for your patience*
Helianth tries to rush over to Felix, absolutely mortified, trying to save whatever it can of him from this fate, no matter how much its curse urges it not to. "Nononono, don't die here. Please, don't die here." Whether or not it's at all successful... well, I'll let you decide.
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)
Any piece removed from the paste immediately dies, kept alive only by the positive energy of Ragnorra. The parts not 'rescued' are completely subsumed into Ragnorra in less than a minute.
Felix is gone. The only parts of him that remain are the parts that are capable of understanding that they are in infinite pain. Even his soul has been warped into a mindless hunk of endless suffering.
Such is the way Ragnorra deals with those who mistreat her children.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I wish to role play here, but unfortunately I have a debilitating headache*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I understand. You don't have to justify yourself.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello! How art thou?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*instead, I may practice some of my art skills. I feel like possibly drawing Julius or Mother Moth, or at least their outfits*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The crooked god-eater, still mostly flayed from Ragnorra's embrace, clutches the severed hand it was able to 'save' from the flesh, anger and grief boiling over. "...You killed him. You killed the only person in this entire damned realm that truly loved me at all..." Its entire being is shaking.
The one thing it cared about here is gone. Now, nothing shall be spared. Not even her.
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)