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#EXOMUSED ━━━━ indie & selective helminth, a fandomless sci-fantasy oc. mutuals only. very crossover friendly. revamped july 2025.

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#written by ender (he / it; 25+)#━━━━🌟

"Do you hunger as I do? How deep is the pit within you?"

hunger is a word with many meanings. it ponders mora's as it works, delicate threads picking at a wilted sapling and stitching the fundamental matter of its being back together—under the gestalt's care, it begins to flourish green again. helminth curves its neck, its stance proud like an attentive parent. "no deeper than it has to be," it finally replies. "the pit within us is born of an absence, not hunger. there is nothing that can fill it as it was before."

#creatorne #answered

monhun icon helmie i doodled forever ago... i should commit and finish it....

#tbd

v0idlight

Amir resists the urge to immediately scamper around the new shape Al has taken -- Helminth (not that helminth) is something to behold, fluid in motion, and by Sol, he just wants intake in info until his brain pops. "Ahah... I mean, I guess I wouldn't have chosen myself. I think Arthur in all his brooding style, probably has more insight than me. I've spent the majority of my life staring at a screen. And maybe in Fables and Frontiers."

He won't admit it, but Amir's body hums loudly with joy; the blue thing from up above, with a life spanning million of years, thinks he's a good representative. Quite the whiplash compared to his family.

"Sure I won't be able to tell you which grip to use with a rifle, but hey, if you're into Fables and Frontiers, I'm your guy! Or wait. What kind of questions are you asking -- I might have to brush up on my world history, it's been a while." He gently holds the door open to outside, Höllvania awaiting.

"Here, ask me the question and then I'll see if I can answer it! You probably can answer all of my questions but Amir's brain might not have the answers to your questions. Me Amir. Not someone else, Amir." He mentally facepalms.

exomused

"we do not desire to learn how to wield your weapons." the gestalt makes a clicking sound like a harddrive failing, jerking its head back and away. "such instruments of death are against our beliefs. it is our purpose to heal, not destroy. every death we cause is an open wound on our conscience."

it looks sidelong at amir with palpable hesitance, the deep blue of its body paling as the weight of past actions makes its core lurch. already has it tangled with the techrot, with the scaldra—an unfortunate necessity. the former has become its reason to stay, while the latter makes intervention increasingly difficult. vodyanoi's paratroopers seem set on pitting their worth against the alien whenever it inadvertently exposes itself. it's a threat that lingers as it steps out onto the street, coiling and wary.

"tell us more of your fables-and-frontiers," helminth says, eager to change the subject. admittedly, it's curious about the game as well—its creators possessed no such concepts. "the rules of the game confuse us. why can a player not choose to be a dragon? or a manticore? must they always confine themself to so small and fragile a form?"

#v0idlight #v0idlight: amir

more helmie art by latexwife i forgot to post

#ooc.

inkyrains

BALDUR'S GATE III ☾ locations [5/?] ⇢ Dread Hollow, the Underdark

#aes.#gif.

clawedxmoon

Golden eyes flicker to follow the motion of the creature. Us... What does it mean by us..? Zeza's eyebrows furrow in confusion, seeing only but one singular shape. Now that she had gotten a closer look, it was no dragon. It was some other kind of creature - no scales or anything that might resemble that of the massive winged beast. It was beautiful, she couldn't deny, as she stares up at it with wonder. A thick swallow, slowly moving her clawed hands back down. Still she doesn't reach for her weapons. Your weapons are useless against us. Is that why there is no blood? Only shape of a body burnt to ashes? ❝I do speak of the rumors, yes. Passing through town.❞ She admits, then glances down at the arm and hand outstretched towards her. Uncertain. What work must continue, she wonders... ❝Perhaps... Perhaps not... I am just an outside to them.❞ She says, not quite making her way to the hand but also not backing up either. Her gaze up at it. ❝But... I would like to see if I could try. Just for your sake, if it brings you and whoever is with you, peace.❞

exomused

the creature's body shimmers with pulses of light, racing along the highway of its winding filaments. the pulse quickens as zeza speaks, shot through with faint hints of pink, and it slowly withdraws its hand untouched. "we do not hold their fear against them," it says. "but they must learn that neither will we tolerate the destruction they bring."

its sinuous body arches, head curving away to once again scan the treeline. a pause, in which it weighs its options, before it treads six-limbed back towards the gloom beneath the ancient boughs. "come," is all it says; whether zeza decides to follow or not, it will not wait for her.

it moves slowly, patiently, each step carefully placed so as to avoid disturbing the delicate undergrowth. a few curious birds flit about its head, but it pays them no mind. deeper, deeper, it walks—until the sunlight no longer penetrates the leaves above, and the only light by which to see comes from great bioluminescent fungi taller than a man. helminth caresses one broad cap, its glow flaring brighter in tandem with that of the strange mushroom.

"this is what we are here to protect," it says with quiet reverence. "the mycorrhizal network of this particular species sustains this entire forest. the townsfolk have been tearing them from the earth and burning them out. if they succeed, this land dies with them."

#clawedxmoon

detailedart

Moon | 1903 | David Rumsey Historical Map Collection. Pickering, William Henry, 1858-1938.

#aes.

creatorne

BETWEEN THE SEAMS OF REALITY, IT STALKS IN THE WATERS OF THE ABSENT. Fascination was the blood that muddied the tides, compressed and amplified in the case of the exclusive. While essence craved extraction, Mora was a patient being // IT WAS NECESSARY FOR IT TO THRIVE WITHOUT DRIVEN TO MADNESS. Distance kept, distance met. Occasionally it would slip into the reality that was, but deemed it not yet time. Not yet, but it would come.

IT DID, AS IT WAS MEANT TO. AS WAS THE DUTY OF TIME. A desolated space, an isolated point to enthrone this meeting. To vacant recess does the other speak at first // BUT THE LISTENER IS PRESENT. Then does space itself seem to unfurl-- - a laceration within the void showing one of a deeper depth for but a minute before the amalgamation of inky tongues and peering orbs slithers out. “&– - So the inevitability of this audience has finally reached its apex.”

EVEN TO THIS ONE DOES IT ONLY APPEAR IN A FRAMENTATION OF THE TRUTH. Actuality despised it so... but the God gifts to it a further presentation of self then that typical // AN UNKNOWN EXTENSION OF AN OLIVE BRANCH. Or a means to get what it wants. “&– - You run yourself in circles, restless seeker. I have been watching-- - but to this you are aware.”

exomused

helminth has seen many wonders in its long life—empyreal world-ships folding space-time to move across entire galaxies in the blink of an eye, a planet crowned by a single mother-tree with roots that spanned worldwide, the exact moment at which a water-borne species crawled onto land for the first time. and now, another. it revels in the discovery of something new, something to temporarily satisfy its ever-present hunger for information.

the gestalt rises in turn, forming a hand to reach out and unflinchingly establish contact. there is no fear, no hesitance to be found in its conduct. unless mora distances itself, it will cradle one inky tendril in its palm and pore over its every detail with rapturous interest. its looping length of tail flicks idly, something akin to excitement translating into errant movements.

"you misunderstand. we are not restless," it corrects, patient yet firm. it settles back, suspending its examinations to meet the multitude of eyes with its own—singular—gaze. "we are fulfilling our duty. to do so we must travel in perpetuity. all of reality is our garden, now. the work must never stop."

a reality to which this entity—this old presence—does not belong, it thinks. against the pitted surface of this lonely moon, it bleeds across the boundary in a way that muddles the senses. even helminth, with its preternatural vision, struggles to comprehend. "you are from elsewhere," it says bluntly. "from outside. why now do you come to us?"

#mora and helmie both examining each other like 👁️#creatorne

v0idlight

"is it wise to wander outside alone, amir-beckett?" the wall above amir creaks, the spidering fingers of a familiar hand curling over the edge as the owner settles. helminth (or the blue one, as quincy had so astutely named it) peers down at him, silhouetted against the low sun. "we can accompany you. we have questions, and you are the most likely to provide answers."

When first encountering the... thing, Amir was excited to confirm that YES there is extraterrestrial lifeform and TAKE THAT DRIFTER, 1999 STILL HAS SOME TRICKS UP ITS SLEEVE!!

The blue... thingamajig is something that he finds endearing, far less thing beyond comprehensible horrors (well, that could be debated), and more... all-seeing companion. Similar to the creature A.L. the Alien Lifeform -- Al was its lovingly gifted nickname (just more blue and less rubbery). He was immediately on board when everyone realized it wouldn't become another enemy trying to kill them in Höllvania.

Peering through his glasses, Amir's smile crackles with mischievous intrigue. He's always eager to learn more from his alien overlord friend. "I meannnnn... I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to walk around with a buddy. Maybe it might just be me running around circles while you walk, but I still wouldn't mind! Let's go go goooo!"

Techrot doesn't bother him much anymore, just the disgusting smells and creatures that emerge underground. His escapade could be considered a patrol, maybe, if he really pulls it out of his ass to Arthur. Feet pattering with jolts of electricity, a hum escapes from his lips and wavers through the air. "Whattaya wanna know? I'm kinda an open book. But like fair warning, if I'm the human representative of Earth I might not be the right choice."

exomused

the gestalt cants its head, briefly considering. "we will accompany you," it confirms; remembering a local expression, it continues: "we will change into something more comfortable. these streets were not built for a being of our size."

it retreats out of sight atop its lofty perch, disturbing dust from the old brickwork as it goes. the following reduction is uncomfortable, but necessary; höllvania is fragile enough without adding a gestalt the size of a building to the mix of techrot and scaldra running rampant. it has scarcely moved from its nest for fear of bringing more ruin to the city-state and its downtrodden populace.

the helminth that drops from the rooftop is of a height with amir; a miniaturized fragment of its larger whole, moving independent of the coiled mass it left behind. it walks alongside him, settling into its preferred centaur-shape with its hands clasped before its chest. it one were to assign human body language to it, it looks almost anxious.

"it is not often we encounter a species of comparable intelligence," it admits. "less often that we are able to speak with them. we have many questions, but we do not know which ones would be appropriate to ask first." it snakes its head towards him, too close, its gaze intense. "you are knowledgeable, and welcoming towards extrasolar lifeforms. both traits we consider desirable in a representative. why do you believe you do not fit the role, amir-beckett?"

#v0idlight #v0idlight: amir

clawedxmoon

In town, the tabaxi traveled with a satchel of holding, carrying a bunch of her ingredients and cooking wear with her. Zeza was looking for work - so to speak. Heard tale of a wonderful tavern she could work at and make some coin. Though the town was odd - constant alarmed whispers of a dragon in the woods. She tended to ignore it, too focused on making her coin. However, she couldn't ignore the fact it made her curious. She does adventure quite often, after-all. What would it hurt to have a little peek at this 'dragon'? After her shift, the woman packed herself some smoke bombs just in case it got too risky. After all, she was not looking for a fight. Merely wanted to examine this creature. Heading out into the forest, the woman kept her composure as she looked around. Stub tail idly swishing as she looks around with a beaming smile as if she was rather excited to see whatever she could find. Now as she travels deeper, she becomes more nervous - that smile turning into a frown with deep concentration. She lowers herself nearly to the ground, frame wrapped in leathers so she could sneak easily away from danger. It wasn't long before she spotted a recent battle, eyes widen a little in shock. She's close. She makes one more step closer until she spots the glom beyond. A size of a tavern - and had it not been glowing she would of assumed it to be one. Eyes widen as she realized what she might of gotten herself into. Despite her sword and dagger at her side, she knew that facing such a creature would not be the best idea. Her clawed hand raised slowly, though seemed to be itching to grab into her satchel. ❝W-Wait...! I'm not here to hurt you, promise.❞ She says softly, ears flickering back a little with unease. Her golden eyes seem to gleam a little as she watches it with curiosity. Yet she never reaches for her weapons. ❝I just came here to see what all the talk was about. I planned on leaving as soon as I saw you. I assume the talk is about you, anyways. You're massive. But um... Please have mercy.❞ She pleads, lowering herself to the ground to show she truly meant no harm.

exomused

"hurt us?" the shadow shifts, the outline of a head tilting to one side until the light of its eye lays horizontal. "your weapons are useless against us. we are in no danger of being struck down. we would have you leave for the sake of that which we protect."

it brushes aside a curtain of vines, stepping out into the light—one long, spindly arm first, fingers like roots sinking into the earth. its shape flows forwards and over in a wave of motion, its neck arching until its head is level with the topmost branches of the surrounding trees. it scans their surroundings, wary, before lowering its head closer to the tabaxi. its singular eye is a disorienting wonder, fractals collapsing inwards in the illusion of a pupil contracting as it stares at her.

"we assume you speak of the rumors of a dragon," it says, its unearthly monotone never faltering. "we are no dragon, as you can see. we had hoped to enter a peaceful negotiation with the townsfolk, but they refuse to listen to us. they are set on destruction. we will not allow it. the work must continue."

the filaments framing its head undulate restlessly, bristling outwards before falling flat once more. it forms another arm, hand outstretched towards zeza with its palm facing upwards. "we can show you," it says cryptically. "perhaps you can convince them otherwise."

#clawedxmoon

@creatorne / starter

as helminth traverses world after world, it does so alone. a million and more cycles of solitude weighs heavy as a funeral shroud upon the last of the nal'ite guardians—it is quick to notice, then, when a presence begins to shadow its passage. it dismisses it, at first; it wouldn't be the first time a curious observer had tailed it over a system or two. they rarely keep pace with it for long.

but this presence does not leave. it persists, like a shadow flitting between the stars, forever just beyond the peripheries of its vision. again and again helminth sweeps the cosmos, but it does not detect anything out of the ordinary. enough is enough. it diverts its course to a barren moon, interstellar arrow-shape unfurling into something winged and serpentine for the descent.

it lands sure-footed in a glittering plume of lunar dust, its wings folding back down into its flowing shape. "come if you will, shadow-in-the-stars," it calls out to the deceptive void. "you will make yourself known to us, or you will cease following." it seats itself on an outcropping of rock with its eye turned to the stars and waits.

#creatorne

@clawedxmoon / starter

the townsfolk speak in alarmed whispers—there's a dragon in the woods. a creature blue of scale and inclined to territorial aggression, that had chased the local hunters out from beneath the mossy boughs. but no further. it still lurks there, months later, seemingly biding its time for some unknowable reason.

the forest, too, speaks in whispers. the distant bark of a startled deer, the faintest scuttling of something small darting away through the undergrowth. the deeper zeza travels, the darker it becomes—the trees at the heart of the woods are true giants, their branches meeting overhead to form a thick canopy that blocks out the sun.

eventually, the endless expanse of green opens up into a clearing. the aftermath of a fight is plain to see—a sword, the blade bent yet curiously unbloodied, left without an owner. a single scorch mark upon the freshly turned earth, outlining the shape of a fallen body.

and in the gloom beyond, a shadow the size of a tavern, obscured amongst the trees. a sliver of luminous blue turns to zeza and flares brighter in recognition of the weapons she carries.

"killers are unwelcome here," the creature speaks with a multi-tonal voice, like a choir in perfect synchrony. "you must leave."

#clawedxmoon