to fall into the hands of a living God.

' Hush now, hide all you little ones. Rush, now, into the middle of nowhere. '

[keytocarcosa]

' For I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now. '

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Welcome to the Castle .

The King awaits you.

The King uses He / Him pronouns and will selectively speak in the third person. He demands you respect the information He so gracefully shares of Himself.

yes the king gets freaky even sad widowed men deserve to be freaky with their jester.do not judge him he is so sad adn pathetic

The King is unwilling to interact upon 'shipping'. If you are found to be 'shipping' or trying to 'ship' something with The King, as in this Account, you will be exterminated and contact will be stopped as soon as possible. For He is a merciful King, you will be given chances must you desire them.

TAGS ——

《 The King awnsers your questions.

^ asks being awnsered

《 The King banters with His subjects.

^ simple conversations with anons, askers, or other accounts.

☆ Jester In Yellow speaking.

^ admin / owner of account speakinf ...

( all fandoms can interact. )

main — @milkkfrost

[keytocarcosa]

So, how was sleeping on the side of the road...?

Noisy.

[keytocarcosa]

Hooonk mimimimimimi hooooonkkk mimimimimimi

[ Thisis him frfr ]

[keytocarcosa]

what the HELL are you doing sleeping there??

[ miminimu he is so sleepy 💭💭💭 ]

[keytocarcosa]

the caro x hastur (i needa make a ship name for yall) yaoi gets 10x stronger this month.

What?

[keytocarcosa]

king, its pride month. you know what that means.

What.

[keytocarcosa]

Hey king, how's it going?

[ He's asleep. In possibly the strangest location. ]

[keytocarcosa]

You know what will make you stop hurting yourself? Hurting her. She's right there, next to you.

Do it.

((This is an anon.))

[ He hissed louder. ]

[keytocarcosa]

what wonderful timing. now's your chance

[ He refused to move. He cannot. He must not. ]

[keytocarcosa]

[The knight goes over to him, quickly taking notice of the blood.]

My King, are you all right? What is the matter, what ails you?

–☀️/TSK

[ His legs dug deeper, instead of him responding. They most likely dig into the inside of his body, now, but he reacts none to the pain. The blood has spread like wildfire. ]

[keytocarcosa]

hurting yourself will bring nothing

[ He hissed loudly. ]

[keytocarcosa]

Well, if you're so scared, why not replace it with another emotion? Like, you know, satisfaction.

Wouldn't it be satisfactory to see her bleeding out?

((This is an anon.))

[ He said nothing. His legs dug deeper — deep enough to have already passed the first few layers of protective barriers. He would rather be the one bleeding out. He cannot hurt his family anymore. ]

[keytocarcosa]

fear should not hold a king back. pathetic

f ear held me back my entire life. do not tryand changethat now

[keytocarcosa]

It would cause some horrendous fallout, would it not? She’d struggle to trust you after the fact. Oh sure, it might feel good in the moment, but you would regret it near instantly.

[ He curled up tighter. If his legs did not cause bleeding before, it is almost a river, now. ]

[keytocarcosa]

Do it, King — or are you, what, scared? She'll live regardless of what you do.

((This is an anon.))

i am scared

[keytocarcosa]

Come on, Hastur, do it. Stop ignoring the urges, stop trying to be good—you are not meant to be "good", it's all a façade. Your knight has heard of your past actions; we know what you truly are—why don't you show her, too?

[ He growled. That sound is enough to shake the very planet he built, the very grounds he made with Her. He must not fall victim; he must not. ]

[keytocarcosa]

There are plenty of other people to hurt, if you must. Even excluding general outcasts of society, you could attack a random enemy kingdom, if you have any.

[ His wings spread — supposed to be used as an intimidation tactic, but they're too little to be anything but shameful. There's golden specks of blood lining some of his feathers — the red of the soft, delicate ones weak compared to the glistening of yellow. ]