Mother of cryptids and Wielder of Forbidden Magic

#stimboard #this was ALSO made by a friend!!!#tw eyes #tw unreality

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[[OOC: OHSHOOT THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, thank you a bunchton for this cute-type picture! :0 You’ve captured Lila-B’s vibes very well indeed, she’d be most definitely half perplexed and frozen at the odd prospect of someone whomst she doesn’t know hugging her (she’s a bit unused to friendly physical contact!), and if there are no adverse long term effects she’d think about it for a very long time afterward. Again THANK YOU EVERSOMUCH AND YOU MADE MY DAY N MANY DAYS AFTERWARD with this lovely submission!]]

{the anon is silent i think thier brain broke after that one}

Lila-B just smiles offhandedly and shrugs in a what-can-you-do sort of gesture, then gently closes the anon's communication channel. Some folks just aren’t ready for the theory of the hamburger cuil.

#asks-answered #tw unreality #tw cuil theory #tw injury

are you talking about hamburgers?

“Yes...to a degree. 0)”

*Crawls through a portal and falls onto the ground* hey do you want some of my potions? ive been working real hard on these ones.

“...Oh? Back again now, after your journey of self discovery in the creation of potions?” After her initial surprise and a bit of barely-noticable reactionary clenched-fist tenseness at the sudden surprise appearance through the portal, Lila-B regards you with a slight teasing twinkle in her eye and casually folded arms, though her expression is still a bit guarded and calculatory, as per usual. Luckily enough she didn’t happen to be within her own house and home when you showed up, where such an act would’ve put her on high alert and perhaps spelled imminent danger for you: She’d specifically melded the definitions and boundaries of her house so that it was carefully guarded by heavy spellbinding protection and none except for herself and her children and those invited could access it via Translocationary Magicks. “I can only hope my earlier advice served you well. Well, what do you have, then? I don’t trade potions or alchemized concoctions with just anyone, you see. Especially not those who are prone to popping up right in front of a person entirely unannounced, yes?”

chemol-2

yes, yes. i have three potions to show you. *One potion is purple. One potion is green. One potion is red.* okay so, the purple one is a potion of magic enhancement. works on anything and anyone! it greatly improves all magic. the green one is mainly used for growing things. even crystals! it can grow anything! and finally, the red one. it turns whatever drinks it into a being with complete control of fire. i have proof of all three! *Takes out a bag, and takes out three items.* okay, first one, its a magic rock. if it comes in contact with most living things, whatever touched it turns into a statue. second one, its essentially a crystal cluster with vines and plants inside of it, all working together. and the final object, this is my cat Grumbo. i fed him the red potion and he has burned down many many rats. if you choose to trade for any of these potions, i would like a baja blast flavoured orb of shadow, if possible. if you dont have it, i’m fine with something else.

“Well, that’s all very interesting, and the stories you had to tell along with those were intriguing indeed, but unfortunately I’m not in need of anything by...those descriptions. If I was, I’d likely make it myself, you see.” Or go to a trusted companion or skilled alternative potion merchant. “But fair job! You’re well on your way.” She gives you a light dainty round of applause. And with that, look away for one second and she seems to be gone out of thin air! She walked through an invisible portal.

#asks-answered #it's very very hard to confuse her #and if she is confused she wont outwardly show it! 0)

how do you when the you are when the is make and you are when the if you do the when you the are create?

“Hmm...if you’re trying your hand at the craft of riddle-making, I believe the world isn’t ready for your specific (and perhaps rather brilliant!) methods yet! However, hm...if you are attempting to befuddle me, I’m afraid that won’t work either! You’ll have to try a bit harder than that.” She leans forward just a little, propping a head on one hand and giving you a strange and secretive smiling stare. “You see, I happen to know the answer to that question, and it lies in the theory of a mysterious meat-flavored disc harbored between two very round pieces of glazed bread, perhaps with a number of tiny seeds on top. And if you’ll simply stay a while and listen for a moment, I’ll tell you all there is to know about it. 0)” Oh no. Run. Run while you still can.

*Crawls through a portal and falls onto the ground* hey do you want some of my potions? ive been working real hard on these ones.

“...Oh? Back again now, after your journey of self discovery in the creation of potions?” After her initial surprise and a bit of barely-noticable reactionary clenched-fist tenseness at the sudden surprise appearance through the portal, Lila-B regards you with a slight teasing twinkle in her eye and casually folded arms, though her expression is still a bit guarded and calculatory, as per usual. Luckily enough she didn’t happen to be within her own house and home when you showed up, where such an act would’ve put her on high alert and perhaps spelled imminent danger for you: She’d specifically melded the definitions and boundaries of her house so that it was carefully guarded by heavy spellbinding protection and none except for herself and her children and those invited could access it via Translocationary Magicks. “I can only hope my earlier advice served you well. Well, what do you have, then? I don’t trade potions or alchemized concoctions with just anyone, you see. Especially not those who are prone to popping up right in front of a person entirely unannounced, yes?”

*hands you a can of worms*

“Hm.......Thank you.” The most questionably-toned ‘thank you’ of the trilogy. She squints for a second, then takes the slowly rotating pictograph of the recently-gifted can of worms out of the peculiarstrange liminal television screen hanging from an unknown source in the corner of the room, inspecting them by holding them slightly aloft, then placing them on a nearby shelf. “You know, I may give these to my children to eat...if there comes a day in the future where they encapsulate the soul of a deep-sea fish or a bird of prey, as they sometimes do in some weathers. Other than this, I do wonder if any of you knew that certain worms actually look quite beautiful when crystalized? They make lovely shelf ornaments that way.” “Ah, but if there is one thing I would very much appreciate in gifts of worms...it would be the glowing, silk-spinning cave dwelling type.” She gives YOU, the viewer, a very strange, nudging gaze with her single eye, and a hinting Mona Lisa smile to match .

hi! i think ur pretty ;w;

She smiles in more neutral politeness tones, this time. “Thank you. 0)”

your eye is very nice :"(

Lila-B clasps her hands together, smiling, looking very pleased indeed. “Thank you~!” Her eye is her pride and joy, and she appreciates the compliment!

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[OOC: Weather and seasons in the B-side world are offkilter and wackadoodle and varied and about as much of a far cry from regular weather on the Prime world as you could imagine! But if Lila B were to choose one out of the many shifting seasons the world has to offer, it would be the season of darkness and bright lights (it has a name, but I won’t say what it is yet!), where the land is shrouded in shadow and the air is chilly but not too cold and Aroura Borealis-like constellational lights shift prismatically through the sky and reflect on every surface below. Not only is it entrancing to see and very beautiful indeed, but it allows for a person to go a lot more unnoticed moving from place to place and the darkness is a sort of comfort, in a way, to Lila-B. Not only that, but some strange underground locations that would be closed off entirely in the B-side’s lighter seasons would open up and allow entry!]

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⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first? [OOC: Lila-B is very very clever, a definite thinker and an engager in the mind-games, and makes sure she has several plans up her sleeve in case of difficult situations. Sometimes she finds herself having to do this on a spontaneous level, because sometimes difficult situations happen quite suddenly indeed. She has learned that she very much has to be this way to stand a fighting chance in the world she lives in, full of dangerous individuals with powerful magic and not the best interests of the people or general world around them in mind. She is open with options and likes to maintain a distant upper hand, because that’s where she feels safest and can keep the most of her cool.]

"You're very right. This IS enough. Enough tormenting the absolute soul out of a dear acquaintance of mine," Says a familiar voice, its gentle airy nature tainted with dislike and distaste and general disgruntlement. She had been watching the ever worsening plight of her old fairweather friend for quite some time, and she was none too happy. Plus, Senpai still owed her a favor for a favor given unseen. [forbidden-mom-friend]

Senpai’s eyes glowed a bright blue as Spirit took over his body, glaring in the direction of the voice wordlessly.

@forbidden-mom-friend

Lila-B folds her arms crossly and tilts her head to the side, looking for all the world like she’s imitating the punchline pose of a sour and salty character on a Disney Channel TV show. “Hmm, dear oh dear oh dear, seems you rather stupidly miscalculated when you predicted that nobody would care, and nobody would come. Don’t you have anything better to do, now that you’re finally out of your digital shell...?” She asks. She knows exactly who she’s talking to here. And yes, B is STILL feeling rather jealous and unhappy that after all her ages of failed efforts attempting to free the B-Senpai from their prison, some stooge-ish copy of the eldritch entity from the beginning and end of time, some version of Miranda from the world of of her dear friend and counterpart, managed to do it within thirty minutes. And only just in time for the Senpai to be shot and their semi-physical husk to be taken over by this withered spiritual representation of the dying B-side world! Goodness, for a fair weather friend, Senpai could certainly be ridiculously high maintenance. And all for a small portal favor, too! B would perhaps have to add this little incident onto his debts to be repaid, once she managed to stop feeling so terribly bad for her old teatime companion. “Like for instance, if you’re so snippy about the state of the world today, why don’t you look to the people who are directly seeking to destroy it outright? Possess their mortal husks instead?” She asked spirit. She tapped a finger impatiently across a crossed arm. “This seems to me like nothing very much more than a puppet show, and a waste of everyone’s time to boot.” She was testing out a rather irritable strain of diplomacy for the time being, but mind you, if the Spirit did not respond favorably for a few turns, B would not hesitate to take far more drastic measures.

"Senpai is merely a temporary husk. He must be vulnerable for me to possess him." Spirit retorted. "I'll find a better being to take the form of another time. For now, this is all I have. Do you have a problem with that, Lila?" He crossed his arms, blue energy radiating off of the husk of Senpai he had taken over as he tilted his head annoyedly. "I have nothing without a form at current, especially in my state. The state you know I'm in more than anybody."

“As a matter of fact, I do have a bit of a problem with it. Oh, how unfortunate...I wouldn’t exactly precisely be here if I didn’t, now would I?” Lila-B isn’t quite too very keen on Spirit mimicking her snarky body language, and her tone is dripping with airy snippy sarcasm. Though...it also has a touch of patient explanation in the margins. “This ‘temporary husk’ of yours just so happens to be an...acquaintance of mine. An acquaintance that you have locked into a sort of ...stasis...for far too long, by now! To quite the consternation of a few certain people. So, hm...I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to vacate those particular premises a bit sooner than expected.” That wasn’t exactly voiced as a request. It may possibly be an offer of assistance in finding an alternative husk, though, if Spirit decides to cooperate.

"Gladly, if you'd give me a new husk to take over." He hissed. "Until I have someone new to take over, Senpai's body is mine to puppet. I'm not growing any weaker because you decided your acquaintance was more important." He cocked an eyebrow, his tone laced with annoyance.

"I also would not be here if it were not for some important reason."

“Perhaps I could assist in that sort of thing...” B was far more willing to do so than she let on, what with her gazing down and idly inspecting a beclawed hand with a thoughtful voicetone. “But I will warn you, every favor given or favor gained has its cost, be it direct or indirect.” She didn’t elaborate on that one. “Not that I’m saying that my acquaintance is by technicality more important than yourself, mind you. I know precisely what you are and what you represent, and, in fact...” And here B gives Spirit a rather pointed, piercing stare. “...What you became. It’s just that when your borrowing of flesh-husks involves those that I am involved with, well...it begins to become a bit more personal, yes? I’m sure you can understand that, at the very least. Now, then...” She opens several eye-portals, their viewports pointed down at various populated parts of the world and directs her gaze at Spirit, her expression guarded and carefully pleasantly blank. “Shall we take a look at some alternative candidates?”

Spirit hummed, looking at the portals. "I suppose so." He said calmly, although he was still on guard.

Lila B hums idly in return and gives a single nod, ‘zooming in’ the viewportization on one of the eyeportals... (“Very well then, let’s see here,” She mumbles half to herself)...and showing a sizable quantity of various B-side-ian people walking up and down a strange, twisty holographic illusionary bridge of some sort. “...Ah! See here, now there’s a fair crowd of rather viable individuals, I do believe. Why don’t you take a look and see what you like? I may be able to offer some suggestions of my own, and perhaps find one that fairly suits you and your...personality.” She sort of glanced at the Spirit-ized Senpai and looked him up and down when she said that. Despite that very subtle half-jab, she looks like she might even actually possibly enjoy this lil’ process?

#ask-b-senpai

"You're very right. This IS enough. Enough tormenting the absolute soul out of a dear acquaintance of mine," Says a familiar voice, its gentle airy nature tainted with dislike and distaste and general disgruntlement. She had been watching the ever worsening plight of her old fairweather friend for quite some time, and she was none too happy. Plus, Senpai still owed her a favor for a favor given unseen. [forbidden-mom-friend]

Senpai’s eyes glowed a bright blue as Spirit took over his body, glaring in the direction of the voice wordlessly.

@forbidden-mom-friend

Lila-B folds her arms crossly and tilts her head to the side, looking for all the world like she’s imitating the punchline pose of a sour and salty character on a Disney Channel TV show. “Hmm, dear oh dear oh dear, seems you rather stupidly miscalculated when you predicted that nobody would care, and nobody would come. Don’t you have anything better to do, now that you’re finally out of your digital shell...?” She asks. She knows exactly who she’s talking to here. And yes, B is STILL feeling rather jealous and unhappy that after all her ages of failed efforts attempting to free the B-Senpai from their prison, some stooge-ish copy of the eldritch entity from the beginning and end of time, some version of Miranda from the world of of her dear friend and counterpart, managed to do it within thirty minutes. And only just in time for the Senpai to be shot and their semi-physical husk to be taken over by this withered spiritual representation of the dying B-side world! Goodness, for a fair weather friend, Senpai could certainly be ridiculously high maintenance. And all for a small portal favor, too! B would perhaps have to add this little incident onto his debts to be repaid, once she managed to stop feeling so terribly bad for her old teatime companion. “Like for instance, if you’re so snippy about the state of the world today, why don’t you look to the people who are directly seeking to destroy it outright? Possess their mortal husks instead?” She asked spirit. She tapped a finger impatiently across a crossed arm. “This seems to me like nothing very much more than a puppet show, and a waste of everyone’s time to boot.” She was testing out a rather irritable strain of diplomacy for the time being, but mind you, if the Spirit did not respond favorably for a few turns, B would not hesitate to take far more drastic measures.

"Senpai is merely a temporary husk. He must be vulnerable for me to possess him." Spirit retorted. "I'll find a better being to take the form of another time. For now, this is all I have. Do you have a problem with that, Lila?" He crossed his arms, blue energy radiating off of the husk of Senpai he had taken over as he tilted his head annoyedly. "I have nothing without a form at current, especially in my state. The state you know I'm in more than anybody."

“As a matter of fact, I do have a bit of a problem with it. Oh, how unfortunate...I wouldn’t exactly precisely be here if I didn’t, now would I?” Lila-B isn’t quite too very keen on Spirit mimicking her snarky body language, and her tone is dripping with airy snippy sarcasm. Though...it also has a touch of patient explanation in the margins. “This ‘temporary husk’ of yours just so happens to be an...acquaintance of mine. An acquaintance that you have locked into a sort of ...stasis...for far too long, by now! To quite the consternation of a few certain people. So, hm...I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to vacate those particular premises a bit sooner than expected.” That wasn’t exactly voiced as a request. It may possibly be an offer of assistance in finding an alternative husk, though, if Spirit decides to cooperate.

"Gladly, if you'd give me a new husk to take over." He hissed. "Until I have someone new to take over, Senpai's body is mine to puppet. I'm not growing any weaker because you decided your acquaintance was more important." He cocked an eyebrow, his tone laced with annoyance.

"I also would not be here if it were not for some important reason."

“Perhaps I could assist in that sort of thing...” B was far more willing to do so than she let on, what with her gazing down and idly inspecting a beclawed hand with a thoughtful voicetone. “But I will warn you, every favor given or favor gained has its cost, be it direct or indirect.” She didn’t elaborate on that one. “Not that I’m saying that my acquaintance is by technicality more important than yourself, mind you. I know precisely what you are and what you represent, and, in fact...” And here B gives Spirit a rather pointed, piercing stare. “...What you became. It’s just that when your borrowing of flesh-husks involves those that I am involved with, well...it begins to become a bit more personal, yes? I’m sure you can understand that, at the very least. Now, then...” She opens several eye-portals, their viewports pointed down at various populated parts of the world and directs her gaze at Spirit, her expression guarded and carefully pleasantly blank. “Shall we take a look at some alternative candidates?”

#ask-b-senpai

"You're very right. This IS enough. Enough tormenting the absolute soul out of a dear acquaintance of mine," Says a familiar voice, its gentle airy nature tainted with dislike and distaste and general disgruntlement. She had been watching the ever worsening plight of her old fairweather friend for quite some time, and she was none too happy. Plus, Senpai still owed her a favor for a favor given unseen. [forbidden-mom-friend]

Senpai’s eyes glowed a bright blue as Spirit took over his body, glaring in the direction of the voice wordlessly.

@forbidden-mom-friend

Lila-B folds her arms crossly and tilts her head to the side, looking for all the world like she’s imitating the punchline pose of a sour and salty character on a Disney Channel TV show. “Hmm, dear oh dear oh dear, seems you rather stupidly miscalculated when you predicted that nobody would care, and nobody would come. Don’t you have anything better to do, now that you’re finally out of your digital shell...?” She asks. She knows exactly who she’s talking to here. And yes, B is STILL feeling rather jealous and unhappy that after all her ages of failed efforts attempting to free the B-Senpai from their prison, some stooge-ish copy of the eldritch entity from the beginning and end of time, some version of Miranda from the world of of her dear friend and counterpart, managed to do it within thirty minutes. And only just in time for the Senpai to be shot and their semi-physical husk to be taken over by this withered spiritual representation of the dying B-side world! Goodness, for a fair weather friend, Senpai could certainly be ridiculously high maintenance. And all for a small portal favor, too! B would perhaps have to add this little incident onto his debts to be repaid, once she managed to stop feeling so terribly bad for her old teatime companion. “Like for instance, if you’re so snippy about the state of the world today, why don’t you look to the people who are directly seeking to destroy it outright? Possess their mortal husks instead?” She asked spirit. She tapped a finger impatiently across a crossed arm. “This seems to me like nothing very much more than a puppet show, and a waste of everyone’s time to boot.” She was testing out a rather irritable strain of diplomacy for the time being, but mind you, if the Spirit did not respond favorably for a few turns, B would not hesitate to take far more drastic measures.

"Senpai is merely a temporary husk. He must be vulnerable for me to possess him." Spirit retorted. "I'll find a better being to take the form of another time. For now, this is all I have. Do you have a problem with that, Lila?" He crossed his arms, blue energy radiating off of the husk of Senpai he had taken over as he tilted his head annoyedly. "I have nothing without a form at current, especially in my state. The state you know I'm in more than anybody."

“As a matter of fact, I do have a bit of a problem with it. Oh, how unfortunate...I wouldn’t exactly precisely be here if I didn’t, now would I?” Lila-B isn’t quite too very keen on Spirit mimicking her snarky body language, and her tone is dripping with airy snippy sarcasm. Though...it also has a touch of patient explanation in the margins. “This ‘temporary husk’ of yours just so happens to be an...acquaintance of mine. An acquaintance that you have locked into a sort of ...stasis...for far too long, by now! To quite the consternation of a few certain people. So, hm...I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to vacate those particular premises a bit sooner than expected.” That wasn’t exactly voiced as a request. It may possibly be an offer of assistance in finding an alternative husk, though, if Spirit decides to cooperate.

#ask-b-senpai

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☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often? [[OOC: She DOES smile often! :] Lila-B smiling can have many different meanings and nuances behind it, from amusement to appreciation to sarcasm to barely-hiding-something-unpleasant to wistful sorrow to eerie lofty smugness to her mysterious style of jokesterisms to politeness with ulterior motives to more and etc-etc, as you may have seen examples of already, but it’s rather rare that you see her smiling genuinely, or with genuine happiness.]]