#the scribe

Finished another duo!! lucky number Scribe and Gravelyn <33

Gravelyn was naturally very easy but what sadly ticked me off has NOTHING to do with her design and all on tomodachi's color editing </3 When you try to ah, color with more darker shades like very dark grey and black, your lineart will have like strange colored outlines so you can faintly see some greens on Gravelyn's dress and that's why </3

if you squint hard enough you can see it happening to other miis with darker hair too!!

Scribe was still an easy walk in the park anyway ^O^ just had to be specific with the linework and coloring with the yellow, but I think it ended great!!! UGHH it pleases me so much to give the miis character accurate clothes, it feels so much more real to see them on my island

an extra until our next chapter since I found this funny GIGGLES they're 'good friends' now and it was Ilian that wanted to be friends

The twin suns sink behind the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

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You have stumbled upon the unofficially official blog of Hastur, known also as the King In Yellow, the Unspeakable One, The Feaster from Afar, and many others. He has descended upon the digital plane to learn about the mortals who inhabit this world. He has chosen the user Aespectix to be his emissary, to operate this blog on his behalf and relay to him any questions that the humans of this planet may have.

Be careful what you ask him, because the answer may be more than you wanted to know...

Tags:

in carcosa: Text and image posts

black stars in the sky: Interactions with other blogs

a world that does not exist: Pretty self-explanatory. Any post referencing the ARG made by Wifies and the characters featured in it.

half-brotherly hate: posts referencing Hastur's half-brother rival Cthulu

the scribe: OOC (out of character) posts where I, Aespectix, am speaking.

tributes: Things made for Hastur by the humans who consume the content of this blog.

Blog Rules/Guidelines:

Hastur by nature is an eldritch god beyond mortal comprehension, so his gender isn't really an important detail, but generally he should be referred to be he/him/his or it/its

You can try to romance him, but don't expect him to reciprocate your feelings.

NO NSFW. The human operating this blog is already in a fragile mental state from communing with Hastur. They do not need to suffer through reading asks by people wanting to screw a cosmic horror.

Please be polite and respectful. Do not harass the operator of this blog if Hastur does not answer your ask.

Quiet scratches of quill on vellum fill the small room, a gentle staccato rhythm of secretarial tasks as common to the acolyte as birdsong or leaves rustling. Normal tasks, routine tasks, writing out the words just so, like the countless days before of writing these words on these pages, doing this important inscription labor.

As the time passes, however, his breathing starts claiming more of the space in the room, losing the steadiness and calm it normally has no issue finding. Instead it is uneven, distracting, out of the usual control of this acolyte. Because he was not used to having eyes on him as he worked, eyes that felt like hot rays of sun heating his back and shoulders, making his neck tingle lightly in a way that made him almost carve an inked error into the precious sheet of vellum. He shifted very slightly and tried to steady himself, to refocus on his task. The eyes of his distraction raked over him and his breath caught but his hand remained steady, even as the rest of him warmed in reaction to the silent attention he felt.

by Pear-Shaped Trouble