…Lay Down Your Life And Dream…

The Resting Grounds of Hallownest. Stay a while, won’t you?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

…Make yourselves at peace…

Welcome to the Resting Grounds, woeful travelers. Let us honor the dead and mourn together.

As for Our name…

Asphodel of Departed Souls.

The fog remembers what the living forget.

—OOC UNDER CUT—

Yo! It’s Foxglove again! Feel free to send asks of any kind to this… area. Yeah. I’m gonna make an embodiment of the Resting Grounds’ souls so that I have a body to play as. Their name is Asphodel now.

I just have a few simple rules!

Don’t be an asshole and basic dni

No nsfw or weird gory shit please

You can ship, but like, how???

I love separate fandom interactions and mutual confusion lmao

[Ooc text is like this!]

“The Grounds speak like this.”

“Embodiment text is like this…”

Description text is like this.

Tags:

#[stay a while…] -> asks and normal posts

#[come and see?] -> art and shit idk

#[the spirits rest for now] -> Ooc

#[come and mourn…] -> other area blog interactions

Vessel/embodiment: Asphodel of Departed Souls

Anygays have fun!

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

"And here we have a wild lesbian, looking for a mate."

"Oooh!"

"Now, let's be careful not to distress her in her natural habitat. Turn the flashes off when taking photos."

*click*

*click*

*click*

"Look, by that facial expression of longing and confusion, we can safely deduce that she has a mate in mind, but has likely not confessed yet."

"Good luck!"

"Shh! She's thinking yuriful thoughts! Don't disturb her fantasies. Now, let's go look at a wild bisexual."

Asphodel turns her head around like an owl.

“W h a t .”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Sooooo... How do you feel about Myophyta?

“Ahem. She’s very… kind. And beautiful.”

Asphodel’s face softens. “She’s life to our death. She’s like the shine of a rainbow after a storm. She’s everything we’re not.”

“And, we think that maybe…”

Asphodel smiled, and ran a hand down her face.

“Oh wonderful, a love-stricken goddess. This is going to go wonderfully…”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

*Nods nods*

Are you uhhhhh sure you're not dying?

Do we need to take you to the God Doctor to get a checkup?

“Absolutely sure. We are fine now, thankfully.”

Asphodel smiled.

“The wound in our stomach is gone, and we admit it was a stupid idea to pretend we weren’t hurt.”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Heyyyyyyy

So liiiiiike

Are you still dying? :3

Be honest :3

“Not anymore, gladly.”

…

“That was certainly an interesting time, wasn’t it?”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

You like kissing girls, don't you?

“We… w h a t .”

Asphodel flustered.

“We- We have never k-kissed a woman before but, ahem…”

“Maybe it would be nice to kiss a…”

“A certain one…”

@the-moss-grotto i need you to see this

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

hey asphodel I just wanted to let you know that you really interest me and you comfort me and help me deal with my intense agoraphobia :)

I really appreciate you guys

message from:

Silas / Sunny

Tansy / Rowan

thank you! <3

“Oh!”

Asphodel smiles.

“Thank you both. We’re so glad we can make you feel safe. Have a wonderful life, Silas/Sunny and Tansy/Rowan.”

“Rest here anytime you would like.”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

asphodel go visit your wife

you need it

for the love of god

go

this is a threat

“A- Our- Our what?”

“We are not married, and we don’t intend to get married…”

She went silent for a moment.

“……No. We mean, yes, yes, we don’t intend to get married.”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

a rose was set at an unmarked grave

it’s white petals were painted black

Asphodel drifted a few feet away from the grave, silent.

She saluted to the grave, and dissipated to give the memory space.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

There are consequences to the death of a god.

Consequences I'd rather never, ever see.

You, Aphodel. How do we assist you?

“We do not need assisting. Who gave you the thought that We were dying?”

Asphodel winces, and paints over that expression again with a weak smile.

“We are doing fine. Wonderful, even. We are not dying. We cannot die, no, We have to protect the souls.”

[perform-through-the-lows]

(An extremely tall plant-like woman ducks into the room, seeming nervous. She is fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and her eyes are darting around the room. She notices Ethara, giving a little wave.)

Oh- uh- Greetings! We are coming here with a friend, but we are a little early, just ignore us for now.

@the-moss-grotto

“Oh no, no… You may ssssit! Do you need any drinkssss? A hosssst musssst provide, after all~” Ethara beckoned her to a table.

“Now, thisssss sssspecial friend, are they ssssomething more?” Ethara teased. “Come on, thissss is the Pleassssure Houssse, you may sssspeak your mind! I may also leave you be, if you are too sssscared to~”

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah-Uhm, they are a friend, we only met recently.

(A faint darker green rises up her face, she coughs trying to compose herself.)

We looked for places to visit in Hallownest, and this was a popular one. We may take a drink, if that is alright. Preferably a non-alcoholic one.

[perform-through-the-lows]

“Only a ffffriend? Ssssshame. Oh well, I’ll get you that drrrink!” Ethara waved farewell for now, disappearing behind the bar counter to go and mix up a random concoction. “Ssssit anywhere you’d like!” She called.

[ @hallownest-resting-grounds ]

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah, alright then..

(She slowly walks over to the hot springs, taking a peek inside. She dips her foot in, slowly easing in without troubles.)

Hm, we don't have many of these back in Pharloom, what a shame.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel entered the Pleasure House, looking around as her fur shifted to cover her. She identified Myophyta, smiling as she approached.

“Were you waiting for Us? We apologize if We took too long, the souls were pressing Us about where we were going.”

[the-moss-grotto]

Oh- it's no worries! We just came a little early.

(Myophyta gives a small smile, as she turns towards Asphodel.)

Would you like to sit next to us?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Of course.” Asphodel slipped into the water, fur immediately getting damp. She laughed.

“Suppose there are many problems with having a physical form, are there?”

[the-moss-grotto]

(Myophyta giggles slightly, relaxing in the water as Asphodel steps in.)

It seems so!

@perform-through-the-lows can deliver the drink :]

[perform-through-the-lows]

Ethara approaches the two of them. She holds a pink, bubbling drink, and places it on the stone ledge near Myophyta.

“And herrrre is yourr drink! Oh, issss that the ‘friend’ you’rrre attending with?~ How interessssting! Ssssso pale they look like a ghosssst!” Ethara teases. “Tell me, ghosssstly companion, do you need a drink too?”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel blinked. Once, then twice. She seemed confused.

“I think We are fine. No drinks for Us, We cannot taste them.” She explained. “Though they look delightful.”

[perform-through-the-lows]

“Ssssshame, ssssshame. Wissssh you a wonderoussss time either way!~” Ethara sang, prancing off to deal with some other customer who was demanding a re-fund.

Did they even do refunds here? Ethara thought not.

( @the-loss-grotto )

[the-moss-grotto]

(Myophyta turns back towards Asphodel, taking a small sip of her drink.)

So, what else can we do here?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“We guess just talk. Is there anything odd that has happened to you recently? We would love to know.”

Asphodel shifted in the water, and winced. For a split second, her fur moved off her torso reveling something hollow. It was promptly covered, and so was here pained facial expression, in favor of a more pleasant one.

[the-moss-grotto]

(She seemed worried for a second, looking over at Asphodel, before speaking slowly.)

Not much, it has been mostly quiet since we got rid of the muckroaches.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Hm. Muckroaches… That name just screams awful.”

Asphodel went quiet, before she spoke again.

“…We’ll sit just outside the water. Our… wet fur is bothering Us.” She climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot spring, wincing once more, then covering her unpleasant expression.

[perform-through-the-lows]

(An extremely tall plant-like woman ducks into the room, seeming nervous. She is fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and her eyes are darting around the room. She notices Ethara, giving a little wave.)

Oh- uh- Greetings! We are coming here with a friend, but we are a little early, just ignore us for now.

@the-moss-grotto

“Oh no, no… You may ssssit! Do you need any drinkssss? A hosssst musssst provide, after all~” Ethara beckoned her to a table.

“Now, thisssss sssspecial friend, are they ssssomething more?” Ethara teased. “Come on, thissss is the Pleassssure Houssse, you may sssspeak your mind! I may also leave you be, if you are too sssscared to~”

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah-Uhm, they are a friend, we only met recently.

(A faint darker green rises up her face, she coughs trying to compose herself.)

We looked for places to visit in Hallownest, and this was a popular one. We may take a drink, if that is alright. Preferably a non-alcoholic one.

[perform-through-the-lows]

“Only a ffffriend? Ssssshame. Oh well, I’ll get you that drrrink!” Ethara waved farewell for now, disappearing behind the bar counter to go and mix up a random concoction. “Ssssit anywhere you’d like!” She called.

[ @hallownest-resting-grounds ]

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah, alright then..

(She slowly walks over to the hot springs, taking a peek inside. She dips her foot in, slowly easing in without troubles.)

Hm, we don't have many of these back in Pharloom, what a shame.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel entered the Pleasure House, looking around as her fur shifted to cover her. She identified Myophyta, smiling as she approached.

“Were you waiting for Us? We apologize if We took too long, the souls were pressing Us about where we were going.”

[the-moss-grotto]

Oh- it's no worries! We just came a little early.

(Myophyta gives a small smile, as she turns towards Asphodel.)

Would you like to sit next to us?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Of course.” Asphodel slipped into the water, fur immediately getting damp. She laughed.

“Suppose there are many problems with having a physical form, are there?”

[the-moss-grotto]

(Myophyta giggles slightly, relaxing in the water as Asphodel steps in.)

It seems so!

@perform-through-the-lows can deliver the drink :]

[perform-through-the-lows]

Ethara approaches the two of them. She holds a pink, bubbling drink, and places it on the stone ledge near Myophyta.

“And herrrre is yourr drink! Oh, issss that the ‘friend’ you’rrre attending with?~ How interessssting! Ssssso pale they look like a ghosssst!” Ethara teases. “Tell me, ghosssstly companion, do you need a drink too?”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel blinked. Once, then twice. She seemed confused.

“I think We are fine. No drinks for Us, We cannot taste them.” She explained. “Though they look delightful.”

[perform-through-the-lows]

“Ssssshame, ssssshame. Wissssh you a wonderoussss time either way!~” Ethara sang, prancing off to deal with some other customer who was demanding a re-fund.

Did they even do refunds here? Ethara thought not.

( @the-loss-grotto )

[the-moss-grotto]

(Myophyta turns back towards Asphodel, taking a small sip of her drink.)

So, what else can we do here?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“We guess just talk. Is there anything odd that has happened to you recently? We would love to know.”

Asphodel shifted in the water, and winced. For a split second, her fur moved off her torso reveling something hollow. It was promptly covered, and so was here pained facial expression, in favor of a more pleasant one.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

*Terin is out looking around Hallownest for anything new to collect or make things with, when he comes upon a familiar sight. The entrance to the Resting Grounds...*

"I suppose I can take a short visit back home..."

*Terin looked around. The same as the day he left, with... Terin walked over to one of the graves, and sat down, putting his spear down beside him.*

@kindred-shells

Asphodel floated over.

“A moth. You’ve returned. Do not be alarmed, we have just come to check in.”

“How are you doing, Terin? Who are you mourning, and can we help?”

[kindred-shells]

*Terin took a deep breath as Asphodel asked that question, thinking about how exactly to put his situation.*

"Im here because of a very good friend. We left this kingdom together a long while ago to explore, and..."

*Memories flooded Terin's head, the last time he saw his friend... what had happened...*

"He's gone now. We wandered onto the wrong territory. I'm lucky to be here, but i just wish he was too..."

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Gone… What is his name? If he isn’t ready to pass on yet, then he must be here.”

Asphodel dropped to a whisper.

“…Do you need to see him once last time?”

[kindred-shells]

*Terin thought for a moment.*

"He may not be entirely gone, he may not even be here. We were in Pharloom, and while we were in the 'Holy Citadel', he was captured and taken somewhere. I've seen the horrors that the Rulers of Pharloom are willing to commit, and I hope he hasn't fallen victim to the worst of that wretched Citadel's punishments. His name is Xi, he was a sort of Protector of the Tribe, a warrior... we were... good friends... I had a suspicion he wouldn't be here, but this is the only place i could think to go to mourn..."

*Terin wraps his wings around himself.*

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel’s eyes glow a bright purple, then she settles back down.

“Do not mourn yet, child. Do not remember him in past tense. All spirits find their way here until they are ready to move on, and We can still tell which spirits haven’t. He is not a spirit just yet. You have a chance.”

“Good luck.”

Asphodel spirals up and her form disappears into the foreground. Terin could have sworn he saw her wince as she dissipated.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

*Terin is out looking around Hallownest for anything new to collect or make things with, when he comes upon a familiar sight. The entrance to the Resting Grounds...*

"I suppose I can take a short visit back home..."

*Terin looked around. The same as the day he left, with... Terin walked over to one of the graves, and sat down, putting his spear down beside him.*

@kindred-shells

Asphodel floated over.

“A moth. You’ve returned. Do not be alarmed, we have just come to check in.”

“How are you doing, Terin? Who are you mourning, and can we help?”

[kindred-shells]

*Terin took a deep breath as Asphodel asked that question, thinking about how exactly to put his situation.*

"Im here because of a very good friend. We left this kingdom together a long while ago to explore, and..."

*Memories flooded Terin's head, the last time he saw his friend... what had happened...*

"He's gone now. We wandered onto the wrong territory. I'm lucky to be here, but i just wish he was too..."

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Gone… What is his name? If he isn’t ready to pass on yet, then he must be here.”

Asphodel dropped to a whisper.

“…Do you need to see him once last time?”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

TW: Body Horror, Wounds

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Asphodel sat still. She was so still that even her chest didn’t move when she breathed. She did not have to breathe long ago, did she? Did she? No no, she didn’t. Her body ached. Why? Because of a certain nail. She felt as if something was burning away a hole inside her. She growled—no she did not, Asphodel did not growl, she was gentle—and her antennae twitched. She had not been able to exit this form in a while. Had not slipped free from it once, the pain from the switch was too much to keep up her façade now. Damn that nail. She was not a ghost, she could not be so vulnerable to it. She was not alive, it could not leave her unharmed.

Instead, it became caustic. It burned away her flesh, little by little. She could feel the wound reaching out the other side of her torso, and she winced. It was destroying her slowly, very slowly. She was a good actor, but it still hurt. Worst of all, the edges of the wound in her stomach felt sharp to the touch, like millions of tiny teeth were clawing their way up from her ‘skin’. She hated it. She did not hate a lot of things, no, but this? The pain that damned nail caused was killing her. Killing a goddess, and she hated it.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated—

She dare not move, or she would hate herself even more.

Vigenère cipher

Jue t niuwlmj ylyc? Loilek u xhkxvlz zvxs? Wir, h afwkyjl myvez.

[perform-through-the-lows]

(An extremely tall plant-like woman ducks into the room, seeming nervous. She is fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and her eyes are darting around the room. She notices Ethara, giving a little wave.)

Oh- uh- Greetings! We are coming here with a friend, but we are a little early, just ignore us for now.

@the-moss-grotto

“Oh no, no… You may ssssit! Do you need any drinkssss? A hosssst musssst provide, after all~” Ethara beckoned her to a table.

“Now, thisssss sssspecial friend, are they ssssomething more?” Ethara teased. “Come on, thissss is the Pleassssure Houssse, you may sssspeak your mind! I may also leave you be, if you are too sssscared to~”

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah-Uhm, they are a friend, we only met recently.

(A faint darker green rises up her face, she coughs trying to compose herself.)

We looked for places to visit in Hallownest, and this was a popular one. We may take a drink, if that is alright. Preferably a non-alcoholic one.

[perform-through-the-lows]

“Only a ffffriend? Ssssshame. Oh well, I’ll get you that drrrink!” Ethara waved farewell for now, disappearing behind the bar counter to go and mix up a random concoction. “Ssssit anywhere you’d like!” She called.

[ @hallownest-resting-grounds ]

[the-moss-grotto]

Ah, alright then..

(She slowly walks over to the hot springs, taking a peek inside. She dips her foot in, slowly easing in without troubles.)

Hm, we don't have many of these back in Pharloom, what a shame.

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel entered the Pleasure House, looking around as her fur shifted to cover her. She identified Myophyta, smiling as she approached.

“Were you waiting for Us? We apologize if We took too long, the souls were pressing Us about where we were going.”

[the-moss-grotto]

Oh- it's no worries! We just came a little early.

(Myophyta gives a small smile, as she turns towards Asphodel.)

Would you like to sit next to us?

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

“Of course.” Asphodel slipped into the water, fur immediately getting damp. She laughed.

“Suppose there are many problems with having a physical form, are there?”

[the-moss-grotto]

(Myophyta giggles slightly, relaxing in the water as Asphodel steps in.)

It seems so!

@perform-through-the-lows can deliver the drink :]

[perform-through-the-lows]

Ethara approaches the two of them. She holds a pink, bubbling drink, and places it on the stone ledge near Myophyta.

“And herrrre is yourr drink! Oh, issss that the ‘friend’ you’rrre attending with?~ How interessssting! Ssssso pale they look like a ghosssst!” Ethara teases. “Tell me, ghosssstly companion, do you need a drink too?”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

Asphodel blinked. Once, then twice. She seemed confused.

“I think We are fine. No drinks for Us, We cannot taste them.” She explained. “Though they look delightful.”

[hallownest-resting-grounds]

*Terin is out looking around Hallownest for anything new to collect or make things with, when he comes upon a familiar sight. The entrance to the Resting Grounds...*

"I suppose I can take a short visit back home..."

*Terin looked around. The same as the day he left, with... Terin walked over to one of the graves, and sat down, putting his spear down beside him.*

@kindred-shells

Asphodel floated over.

“A moth. You’ve returned. Do not be alarmed, we have just come to check in.”

“How are you doing, Terin? Who are you mourning, and can we help?”