The names HarvestGlitch or just Harvest for short, just an artistic rabbit that works on current hyperfixations, such as, Hollow Knight, specifically Styx & Hornet
There will be spoilers for it here
I do have others, but rn itās mostly Hollow Knight as Iām currently role playing as Styx (and his forms) for Styxnet purposes, and itās going on here cause Iām too lazy to create a separate blog for some reason and itās too late to go back now. Oh yeah, I also sometimes play as bugaboo Hornet (also known as Nettle) though she hasnāt been active in a while
THERE IS AND WILL BE SOME SEXUAL CONTENT (mostly with Styx & his forms) and if youāre uncomfortable with that, filter out #beast unleashed (not my tag) and #tw explicit
Also do be sure to specify who youāre asking or interacting with, if not Iāll just default to either me, Styx or whoever was in control last
To better organize this mess of a blog, Iāll do my best to properly tag stuff to make it easier to find specific stuff.
#Weekly doodles - these arenāt totally consistent, but you can expect them to be posted every 1-2 weeks, and theyāre just a collection of doodles I did for the week along with my random thoughts
#{ramblings of a hare} - basically text posts of my own thoughts or ideas
#~harvest time~ - answered asks
#~Bnuy hops~ - any interaction with me specifically
#{nettle} - basically mini/bugaboo Hornet that was originally made by creativecabybara, but I somehow ended up as her, sheās lives in the exhaust organ with Phantom & Phanteeny
#~Styx and Stones~ - anything pertaining to the muckroach outside Styxās room of which I have deemed stones
#~precioussss morss-ssels~ - Anything to do with the queen silkeaters
#River flooded - When Styx is majorly out of it, mostly due to his instincts being out of wack
#The dew manā¦itās just too good - When Pallas is drunk as nectar is most likely fermented honeydew and wellā¦Pallas really loves his dew & some bottles are accidentally left to ferment
#Overflow - When the masks have ze zoomies, mostly due to switching from Nyx
#{masks of Styx} - basically how I interpreted Styxās mask thing and made the masks their own beings such as;
#Styx{serves} -he/they, webspinner
#Pallas{to fear} - he/they, weaver ant
#Zelus{breeds} - they/them, raspy cricket
#Bia{hides} - she/they, bombyx mori moth(sky pupper)
#Nike{creates} - she/it/they, spider mite(kitby)
#Erebus{deceives} - its/they(will accept being referred to as male, tho not preferred), New Zealand glowworm/fungus gnat(also kitby)
#Nyx{collects} - he/it/they, illacme tobini
#[The Host] - Its/it (will accept they), silverfish (body of masks, for they are separate)
#{inbetweens} - Basically how the masks interact with each other without anyone else around
#[Masked Beast] - Anything to do with Styx(his masks) and pluralhornetās Beast, itās for Styxnet purposes
#[Mistress!] - any interaction with Hornet (aside from Beast)
#[Someone else?] - any interaction for the masks that isnāt with Hornet specifically
Links to their initial designs;
Pallas, Zelus, Bia, Nike, Erebus, Nyx
Links to their reference sheets/updated designs;
Pallas, Zelus, Bia, Nike, Erebus, Nyx
Thereās also my AUās that I really need to work on
#LGTS x CoTL
#LGTS x Crime Scene Cleaner
#Silksong x Bloodborne or #BloodSong #SilkBorne
Thatās pretty much it for now, more will be added later, see ya later buckets, nails, and friendly pails!
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As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
The Beast let out a soft coo, before petting Pallas on the head.
"It's okay," She murmured, trying to be reassuring. She didn't want him to genuinely feel bad. A little bit of embarrassment was good for the soul, but it didn't want the feeling to get any worse than that.
Pallas leaned into the pets feelingā¦ever so slightly better, not enough to diminish the embarrassment, but enough to not let it have him stay buried in her fur.
And for whatever reason he decided to just bite her hand??? He really didnāt know why he did that, but heās doing it, and luckily it wasnāt enough to trigger his jaw to ālockā on her hand or else thatād be a whole other problem to deal with. Heās still biting at it thoughā¦it doesnāt really hurt it justā¦feels a bit weirdā¦
Pallas simply looked up at Beast, no longer biting, and gave a muffled apology exceptā¦her hand is still in his mouthā¦he technically did listen to request, but uhā¦that hand wonāt come out until heās prompted to do so or it takes it out herselfā¦and while he isnāt locked onto it, itās still a bit a struggle to do just that.
Pallas did eventually open his mouth to let its hand go before closing it again after it left and justā¦looked up at herā¦there does not seem to be a single thought behind those eyes of his currently. Just a bit of confusion mixed with slight embarrassment, he really doesnāt know what heās doingā¦
Pallas seemed quite happy with this, giving off a very content smile and a very enthusiastic, āyyyyaaaaay!ā Before landing his head on her shoulder, slightly giggling to himself. Everything he was feeling before this had been replaced by pure, unfiltered joy and any thoughts he may have formed are now completely gone once again.
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
The Beast let out a soft coo, before petting Pallas on the head.
"It's okay," She murmured, trying to be reassuring. She didn't want him to genuinely feel bad. A little bit of embarrassment was good for the soul, but it didn't want the feeling to get any worse than that.
Pallas leaned into the pets feelingā¦ever so slightly better, not enough to diminish the embarrassment, but enough to not let it have him stay buried in her fur.
And for whatever reason he decided to just bite her hand??? He really didnāt know why he did that, but heās doing it, and luckily it wasnāt enough to trigger his jaw to ālockā on her hand or else thatād be a whole other problem to deal with. Heās still biting at it thoughā¦it doesnāt really hurt it justā¦feels a bit weirdā¦
Pallas simply looked up at Beast, no longer biting, and gave a muffled apology exceptā¦her hand is still in his mouthā¦he technically did listen to request, but uhā¦that hand wonāt come out until heās prompted to do so or it takes it out herselfā¦and while he isnāt locked onto it, itās still a bit a struggle to do just that.
Pallas did eventually open his mouth to let its hand go before closing it again after it left and justā¦looked up at herā¦there does not seem to be a single thought behind those eyes of his currently. Just a bit of confusion mixed with slight embarrassment, he really doesnāt know what heās doingā¦
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
The Beast let out a soft coo, before petting Pallas on the head.
"It's okay," She murmured, trying to be reassuring. She didn't want him to genuinely feel bad. A little bit of embarrassment was good for the soul, but it didn't want the feeling to get any worse than that.
Pallas leaned into the pets feelingā¦ever so slightly better, not enough to diminish the embarrassment, but enough to not let it have him stay buried in her fur.
And for whatever reason he decided to just bite her hand??? He really didnāt know why he did that, but heās doing it, and luckily it wasnāt enough to trigger his jaw to ālockā on her hand or else thatād be a whole other problem to deal with. Heās still biting at it thoughā¦it doesnāt really hurt it justā¦feels a bit weirdā¦
Pallas simply looked up at Beast, no longer biting, and gave a muffled apology exceptā¦her hand is still in his mouthā¦he technically did listen to request, but uhā¦that hand wonāt come out until heās prompted to do so or it takes it out herselfā¦and while he isnāt locked onto it, itās still a bit a struggle to do just that.
Pallas did eventually open his mouth to let its hand go before closing it again after it left and justā¦looked up at herā¦there does not seem to be a single thought behind those eyes of his currently. Just a bit of confusion mixed with slight embarrassment, he really doesnāt know what heās doingā¦
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
The Beast let out a soft coo, before petting Pallas on the head.
"It's okay," She murmured, trying to be reassuring. She didn't want him to genuinely feel bad. A little bit of embarrassment was good for the soul, but it didn't want the feeling to get any worse than that.
Pallas leaned into the pets feelingā¦ever so slightly better, not enough to diminish the embarrassment, but enough to not let it have him stay buried in her fur.
And for whatever reason he decided to just bite her hand??? He really didnāt know why he did that, but heās doing it, and luckily it wasnāt enough to trigger his jaw to ālockā on her hand or else thatād be a whole other problem to deal with. Heās still biting at it thoughā¦it doesnāt really hurt it justā¦feels a bit weirdā¦
Pallas simply looked up at Beast, no longer biting, and gave a muffled apology exceptā¦her hand is still in his mouthā¦he technically did listen to request, but uhā¦that hand wonāt come out until heās prompted to do so or it takes it out herselfā¦and while he isnāt locked onto it, itās still a bit a struggle to do just that.
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As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
The Beast let out a soft coo, before petting Pallas on the head.
"It's okay," She murmured, trying to be reassuring. She didn't want him to genuinely feel bad. A little bit of embarrassment was good for the soul, but it didn't want the feeling to get any worse than that.
Pallas leaned into the pets feelingā¦ever so slightly better, not enough to diminish the embarrassment, but enough to not let it have him stay buried in her fur.
And for whatever reason he decided to just bite her hand??? He really didnāt know why he did that, but heās doing it, and luckily it wasnāt enough to trigger his jaw to ālockā on her hand or else thatād be a whole other problem to deal with. Heās still biting at it thoughā¦it doesnāt really hurt it justā¦feels a bit weirdā¦
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
Pallas grumbled slightly in agreement, he was better at a lot of things sober, that doesnāt mean he canāt try though! So he, unsuccessfully, tried to better the kiss, only managing to make it somehow slightly worse before he broke it in defeat.
Even drunk him can recognize how bad that attempt wasā¦so he lets go of her face before leaning his head down and burrowing it into the fur on its chest, slightly whining in defeat and embarrassment as his hands go back to hugging her once more.
He really is going to die of cringe, even before he sobers up!
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
The Beast tilted his head, trying her hardest not to giggle.
The way that Pallas kept blundering, kept messing up his gestures, was... endearing, to say the least.
"Got it," The Beast said, grinning. "I... love you... too," It said, to subtly tease him a little about admitting to calling it 'my love,' though it didn't mind. It wasn't nearly repressed enough of a bug to think that was truly embarrassing of him to do.
Pallas happily chattered his mandibles together in response to this, not exactly in the right mindset to actually get being teased, before trying to put both of his upper hands to the sides of her head as he really didnāt want to mess up the thing he wanted to do next.
It once moreā¦took him a while to actually get them in the right spots before he felt it was about right, and began to lean his head down towards her before, rather sloppily, kissing her, doing his best to make sure his mandibles donāt graze her as he did.
Once heās sober heāll probably die of cringe when remembering this.
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
The Beast stared, in some amusement, as Pallas just chugged more of the bottle down. She wondered, briefly, if he was damaging his organs, before deciding that... he likely wasn't.
Then she heard the words he spoke next.
Hornet had learned many, many languages over the years. It was a part of the lessons from her Retainers that was actually exceptionally useful. And, to be fair, she could use this understanding of linguistics to help her slightly understand languages she had never learned; her auditory sensory organs were little geniuses like that.
She could not parse what this meant.
"I am af... afraid... I do not know... that language."
Pallas stopped his nuzzling for a bit to look straight at her, well not really straight at her, his vision is still quite a bit blurry, which was kind of obvious by the way he tried and failed to put a hand over her mouth multiple times before eventually putting it a bit too high and not on her mouth at all. Itās justā¦on the middle the her face nowā¦
Aside from thatā¦whole blunder, he spoke once more.
āN-noā¦need toā¦noooottt used byā¦manyā¦you just needā¦to know thatā¦w-weāll refer toā¦youā¦by somethingā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ ā¦s-soooometimesā¦itās uhā¦likeā¦myā¦Ī¼ĪæĻ is myā¦ā
He paused for a moment, moving his hand to inbetween her horns and slightly petting her before continuing.
He gave a little lazy smile after saying this, very proud of his little explanation of Ī¼ĪæĻ while also not realizing that he essentially just admitted to saying āmy loveā to Beast, which if he wasnāt drunk right now, would probably be a point of slight embarrassment for him.
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
Pallas simply shrugged before saying, ām-more forā¦me then.ā And just straight up chugged the rest of the bottle before setting it down and going back to nuzzling Beast, slightly mumbling to himself.
He liked this a lot, just sitting down, being drunk and nuzzling his mate was something he found to be quite enjoyable. He did slightly tighten his grip on her, but thankfully not to the extent as when he first hugged her, after a while of just doing this, a somewhat clear sentence did come out from him, though one accompanied byā¦words not of Pharloomās dialect.
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As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
"Interesting..." It said, slowly, turning the syllables around in its mouth carefully so as to make sure it came out correctly. "Nectar has never... been effective on me. My body... not very affected... by poisons."
She sat down, and said, "The safety... rules... are important. Bugs dying... during something... meant for fun... is bad. But. Yes... Less... effective... for someone with... a body like mine."
Conscious or unconsciously, he leaves out the fact that while itās true he can stomach acid cause heās an ant, poisons also have less of an effect on all of them really due to their host body being resistant to a lot of them. Though it isnāt all encompassing as when one of them is in control, that resistance tends to diminish, so while they can have more than a regular bug, itās not as though theyāre not affected by them and definitely cannot have as high of a dose as their mistress could.
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
The Beast rumbles a purr of forgiveness, before returning Pallas's nuzzling, her snout against his forehead.
"What... is all this?" The Beast asked, referring to the alcohol. It had not thought Styx and his masks were likely to own such beverages. The Beast personally didn't like alcohol, partially because the body was... well. Heavily resistant to poison.
To get anywhere near blackout drunk, the system would have to essentially bankrupt itself. This tolerance was why they were able to use something as highly toxic as Plasmium at high doses without it going horribly wrong (though the parasitic plant really did put their tolerance to the test, admittedly).
Alcohol, which was arguably a more mild toxin by comparison (at least when not denatured), was... very ineffective at inebriating Hornet. And while denatured alcohol would be more effective, finding denatured alcohol was practically impossible due to such annoying things as safety regulations.
And none of the crests knew how to make their own denatured alcohol. So, unfortunately, stimulants were their substances of choice, not depressants.
Stimulants had become a close companion for several centuries. Perfect for staving off sleep, which the Hunter and Witch were still, to this day, debilitatingly frightened of.
The Beast remembered how, whilst standing sentinel for Hallownest, they had processed and abused Greenpath's foliage and scavenged all of the City of Tears's hospitals and pharmacies for the purposes of never closing their eyes again.
Pallas was enjoying the nuzzling before processing the question and letting out a chuckle at it, if there was anything he enjoyed speaking about, it was his honeydew and its fermented version, nectar. So he sat down as it was going toā¦take a bit to get all the information out in his inebriated state.
āGrrk!..I-Isā¦so-oomething I m-madeā¦myseee-sslf!..Iā¦believe y-you know it asssssā¦nectarā¦itās essenā¦esesntiaā¦esenā¦essen-ttttiaaaally fermentedā¦rrrkā¦honeydew!..Usuaaaaallllyā¦sold atā¦those uhā¦placesā¦fo-oorrrgot the nameā¦b-but yeah! honeydew!ā
He stopped talking for a bit to grab one of the bottles and take a swig out of it, tasting that warm, sweet goodness on his toungue before continuing.
āā¦Was or-oregenā¦origi-originallyā¦just anā¦ant thingā¦fore all thooose bugsā¦f-figured outā¦how toā¦m-make itā¦get anā¦aphid o-or anyā¦sssscaled bugā¦they make h-honeydewā¦t-the healthierā¦and longerā¦livvvvved the betterā¦take itā¦a-and ferment itā¦bam. Nectarā¦thouuugh those bugsssā¦care aboutā¦safety and whatnoooot. So theyā¦compli-complaācompli-cated the processā¦moreā¦to make itā¦saferrrrr forā¦regularā¦bug con-consumpā¦to drinkā¦rrkkkā¦not as goodā¦as ant wayā¦in m-my opinion.ā
He took a moment to take another swig of the stuff, internally wondering how the bugs of Pharloom found out about the processā¦waitā¦right the Skarr live hereā¦they probably observed them do itā¦yeah probablyā¦
As the Beast is doingā¦whatever it does when itās alone, it comes across Pallas justā¦on the ground doing the family guy death pose surrounded by some bottles murmuring to himself about aphids and whatnot before rolling over and noticing it.
He didnāt really recognize thisā¦very pretty-looking bug at first, or well, in his eyes, the three very pretty-looking bugs. So he got onto all 6 of his limbs withā¦great struggle before somewhat stumbling over to her and standing up to try and see, or in his case, smell who this is.
He got a bit too close for comfort to her and tilted his head at her before very, very slowly realizing that itās his Mistress/Mate thatās currently infront of him and enthusiastically pulled her into a hug with a bit too much force whilst exclaiming a very happy āM-Mistress!ā once he did. Though he was confused as to where the other two heād seen went? Eh. Doesnāt matter. Heās holding his mistress! And uhā¦not letting goā¦
It took a while, for the Beast to figure out what was happening, but she deduced it eventually via her sense of smell.
Pallas reeked of liquor.
She recognized this smell from, strangely enough, the Reaper, who exclusively consumed fleabrew. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of fleabrew. There had been a rather bad argument, actually, due to the fact that the Reaper had blown several hundred rosaries on fleabrew. It took much convincing to persuade the Reaper into using fleabrew more... sparingly.
No matter.
The Beast stared in some confusion at Pallas, as he stared at it. It could see a total lack of recognition in his eyes. It was actually quite horrifying for a moment. It reminded it of that one infected bee they had to slay once... Reaper had killed her, but before she had, the bee had turned to look at them with entirely unrecognizing eyes.
They had known that bee's name.
But Pallas's eyes weren't clouded with orange, and the Infection was long, long gone, so the Beast told herself to calm down. That her fear was not true, nor helpful.
It watched as Pallas grew closer, then sniffed it, and then it let out a "HORK!" noise, like a choking dog, as it was snatched up by Pallas with far too much force.
"T-Too rough," She croaked, though she did wrap a pair of arms around Pallas, returning the affection. She wasn't at strong risk of suffocation from this, but still.
Pallas took a moment to fully register the Beastās words before apologetically loosening his grip and nuzzling into its neck as he mumbled out a very noticeably slurred āMmmā¦sor-rrrryā
As much as his perception of things is messed up during hisā¦bouts of drunkenness, he at least knows when to apologize for his tendency to not hold back his strength during so.
I realize Iāve never told yaāll bout why Iām called HarvestGlitch online, so letās change that cause itās very simple
1.My main oc/persona is named Harvest, my favorite color is Harvest gold, and in general I like fall n anything to do with harvesting
2.Iām known for glitching games n stuff for simply being in the same room as it, even when Iām not playing said game. Like seriously, once soft-locked my mom with my presence, and as soon as I left the room, she was no longer experiencing the soft-locking glitch, and it came back every time I walked back into the room. This has happened multiple times, itās only me, it only happens when Iām in the room, quite literally no other glitches happen if Iām not in the room, I am the cause.
That about covers it, and youāre free to blame me for any random glitches you experience, cause I live in your walls and thatās a good enough range for me to mess things upā¦I will leave if you give me a Dr. Pepper, just put it by a wall and Iāll take it and leave
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Guh it happened again, weirdo that knows way more than they let on, can be a bit creepy, and reflects themes of the story + gurl protag that has a mainly red color scheme that had a whole lot going with her, got another one and this one I found yesterday, we got;
Mina and Grinnsly from Mina the Hollower!!!
Someone help me I cannot keep getting obsessed with this weirdly specific ship dynamic that somehow keeps finding meā¦
Anyways I wrote smth for them today as well, but be warned, it be explicit and probably not written well considering I justā¦wrote without any consideration for I needed to get it out of my system as soon as possible
Do you think the muckroaches in bilewater would make good pets if you cleaned them and taught them manners?
Hmmm....what an interesting question. I had never thought of that.
But to answer your question, yes, I would like to think they could make good pets. Although I am unsure of how one would train them. I am certain someone could figure it out, though.
āā¦I feel as-ssss though Iāve been somewhat mentionedā¦ā
āGrrkā¦what makes youā¦think thatā¦ā
āIām not sss-sureā¦but anywayssss, do be sss-sure to take sssstones out for sss-some more training. A muckroach needssss its exercise after all!ā
āWillā¦doā¦rrrkkā
āā¦sss-still wonder what that feeling wassssā¦hmmmā¦ā
