The Universe Calls

side blog for @rupeewallet's Outer Wilds hatchling character (WARNING THIS WILL CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT)

[proto-lith]

Hello!

This is a blog for Wally to post everything Protolith related into the ether without fear of clogging the main blog!! This is also now where daily Protolith sketches/scribbles/pictures will go, again, so as to not clog the main blog!!

Things I will do with Protolith!

-discuss story lore

-roleplay with others

-draw/write about them

I'll add as i go and see what else I'd want to do with this blog in general, but its just nice to keep things a Little organized!

[proto-lith]

Hello!! Its been a while since ive posted!! Rest assured Lith is still extremely active in my life!!!!

Take some excerpts! They hurt me!!

[proto-lith]

I've had a really big moment with Lith.

Idk how else to really describe it without Getting Into It A Lot but like. they really do seem to exist outside of what I make them as.

Sorry i haven't done as many of the oc interaction sketches as I've wanted to, they're like. really focused on their story right now.

[proto-lith]

Hiding here for the rest of my workday im so tired but my fis make it worth it

[proto-lith]

Sorry im annoying but also NOT sorry cause this is the "wally can be annoying about this" space HAHA

[proto-lith]

Pushes my fish out into the world: love them love them love them here take them and love them they have shit strength and are only moderately intelligent and have anxiety and dont know how to cope with being alone for too long so they develop a dangerously toxic codependency with the only object that retains information throughout the time loops, blatantly ignoring the fact that there is a whole ass PERSON who exists and can do so, and theyre cute kind of in a weird way.

[proto-lith]

AND THEY SING

[proto-lith]

Pushes my fish out into the world: love them love them love them here take them and love them they have shit strength and are only moderately intelligent and have anxiety and dont know how to cope with being alone for too long so they develop a dangerously toxic codependency with the only object that retains information throughout the time loops, blatantly ignoring the fact that there is a whole ass PERSON who exists and can do so, and theyre cute kind of in a weird way.

[proto-lith]

Ouuh my god im downright obsessed worh my lil thing

[proto-lith]

scribble

What do they hate? All of This! So Good For Their Anxiety That Already Exists!!

[proto-lith]

You know what I might just slap a fuckin fic out tonight. Fuck it, right?

[proto-lith]

Ive GOTTA get that feldspar conversation onto paper right now it only lives as a voice recording i made

[proto-lith]

oh yeah isn't there something that happens after like 22 minutes or whatever?

[outer-abyssal-wilds]

And one more piece I did with Lith n Faeryn, because I like to make my Faves Very Sad. And I like their shared sadness a lot. Two touch-starved creatures whom I love very much. I'll make them happy at some point! But that's not today bc I already posted the happy one oops. Under a read more again because this one is a touch longer.

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Lith noticed that Faeryn would, more often than not, become preoccupied with their hands after a certain amount of sapwine had been consumed. Even a single glass would have Faeryn closing the distance between them, until Lith could feel the warmth of the other man’s body pressing gently against them. The purring that inevitably emanated from Faeryn’s throat added a sense of comfort now that Lith was used to the sound; it even almost sounded like an organic engine. Faeryn’s soft white tail oftentimes curled around either one of Lith’s arms or one of their legs, adding another small layer of warmth.

And then their hands. Faeryn would take one hand and press it between his own, then exert gentle pressure on each finger. The warmth traveled up Lith’s arm, soaked gently underneath their skin.

On this occasion, Faeryn seemed more dejected than happy; his ears drooped more than usual, and his eyes—normally happily bright with drink—were downcast and darkened.

Lith didn’t like it. They didn’t like it because they didn’t know what to do about it. And so they remained silent. They gave Faeryn’s hand a squeeze, and that seemed to inject some life into him. It heartened Lith slightly, knowing that some action they’d performed had had some positive effect on the man they tentatively considered their friend.

Perhaps Faeryn didn’t just snuggle close and toy with Lith’s hands because he was bored or the actions fascinated him.

Perhaps Faeryn was just as lonely as Lith was, and was just as starving for those gentle, warm touches.

Did it make Lith a bad person—a bad friend—if they wished for that?

Probably.

But it didn’t change the fact that Lith did because it would go some way to assuaging their own bone-deep loneliness.

Faeryn blinked a few times before focusing his gaze on Lith. A small, self-deprecating smile twitched at Faeryn’s lips, and Lith’s stomach twisted at the expression; they knew what that felt like. They knew that whatever Faeryn was about to ask for, he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

“H-Hey, Lith, um…” Faeryn nervously toyed with Lith’s fingers. His hands shook. “D’ya mind if— D’ya think I— May I hug you?”

All four of Lith’s eyes went to Faeryn’s face. Their friend wasn’t looking at them, but Lith heard the anxiety in their voice without needing to see it in their eyes. Lith didn’t know how to answer—“Yes” was locked inside their throat, the desperation for the contact choked the word—so instead they gave Faeryn’s hand another squeeze and then clambered into their lap.

They sat on Curiosity’s floor, safely ensconced within its sturdy walls, nestled in the nook where Lith’s suit hung.

Faeryn shifted and adjusted automatically to the lapful of Hearthian. His tail unwound from Lith’s leg, only to instead drape across Lith’s hips when they settled. Their legs intertwined with Faeryn’s, and Lith felt the man’s rabbiting heartbeat against his back. It calmed slightly once the shock of Lith’s acquiescence fully settled.

The man wrapped one arm around Lith’s waist while the other settled over one of Lith’s hands. Lith turned the hand to face Faeryn’s and clasped it. They gave a firm, heartening squeeze, and that simple action drew a watery chuckle from Faeryn’s throat.

Faeryn nestled his head in the crook of Lith’s neck, and they felt the rumbling, vibrating purr against his shoulder and back. The sensation was calming, warm—safe, and Lith allowed the warmth to seep into them.

It was obvious that Faeryn needed the touch as much as Lith did. They sank into one another as if they were both starving, basking in each other’s warmth within the safety of Curiosity’s own embrace.

[proto-lith]

Been fucking around a bit more with postloops ideas, this time being What If It Was Several Years After The Loops And They've Grown Up, and let me tell you--its bad!!

[muddonium]

Lith in the garden C::

@rupeewallet creature for you !!

i love drawing lith they're always so niceys to me <3

[proto-lith]

a little more of @abyssal-narration 's Faeryn and Lith goofs from a bit ago--the two of them work off each other so well !!!! it's REALLY fun to explore their dynamic !!

(they definitely wanna feel the fur though lbr)

[proto-lith]

Im exploring more esker and felds relationship now and im gonna be so fr I love their friendship I rly like scribbling the two of them together ♡♡♡♡♡