being mutuals is like we’ve never talked but i saw your vent post and do you want me to kill that person for you. still won’t talk to you tho bc that is scary sorry. love you
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being mutuals is like we’ve never talked but i saw your vent post and do you want me to kill that person for you. still won’t talk to you tho bc that is scary sorry. love you
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From the cultists, “My Lamb” is reverence, a title, the name of their god.
But from Yngya, it’s “My lamb.” It doesn’t feel like reverence, it feels more like saying “My child.”
Ouuughhhh… I love woolhaven so much already
yngna oh she makes me sick i love her sm
Hagar, my beloved
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What a sweet and powerful gesture. It's frustrating when people say "what do you expect them to do? they're entertainers not activists!" look at how simple this gesture of solidarity is and how resonant it is! This is wonderful.
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What goes on in Hornet's head before a fight
does the "reverse slab but it's whiteward" AU have a name? 👉👈
also, can we ask for more info about it? :>
NO IT DOESNT Im just referring to it in my head as my whiteward au at the moment
and YES. I love to yap and it’s faster than drawing. here’s some of the premise I’m spinning in my head
the current idea is that hornet notices that the underworks have chugged back to life recently and that the power they’re generating has to be going somewhere.
That somewhere is whiteward. which she finds out in the worst way possible when she goes to investigate and gets attacked, subdued, and wakes up tied to a table.
the whiteward doctors need silk. hornet produces silk. I’m sure you can see where this is going, but to put the pieces together: she gets stuck there for a day or two while strange bugs siphon and yank her silk out from under her shell
its horrible and it hurts so much-
(I’m enjoying how the citadel sees other bugs as a resource that it both can and has the right to exploit. can you tell)
meanwhile the sentinel up in the choral chambers has been mended by hornet enough times now that a not insignificant proportion of the silk spooled under their metal shell is hers.
(they feel. normal. about that)
silk is soul. and that soul is hornets
thus: the sentinel feels it when hornet starts to scream.
they follow the burning, tugging draw in their limbs to where they find her: strapped to a table, bled dry of silk, and limp and cold in their hands as they pull her to their chest.
BAD. BAD TIME FOR EVERYONE
and then the sentinel realises that they don’t know how to get out
thusly commences the severely nerfed wandering around whiteward as they try to a) LEAVE. PROMPTLY. and b) find what/whoever captured hornet in the first place
hornet wants to question them. the sentinel wants to eviscerate them. nobody is having fun and they both find out a lot more about the medical history of pharloom than they ever wanted to
other stuff: hornet was divested of her cloak and all her traps upon capture, but she gets them back in short order after a little bit of searching and a little bit of murder.
her silk doesn’t come back for a long time longer though. so no healing, no spells, death is permanent
im toying with the idea of having the silk spider cloaked thingies be infesting the area so that the sentinel is more at risk and to stop hornet from being able to regenerate any silk before it’s ripped away again
hornet is VERY wobbly after she wakes up again and has to lean on the sentinel a lot
if the sentinel had a face they would be smiling reassuringly the whole time, but as soon as hornet looks away there is murder behind their eyes
hornets got that reserve bind stashed away. This is a surprise tool that will help us later
I’ve got to figure out where I want to go with it, and this will probably change if/as I figure more stuff out, but that’s the gist of it! hope it was helpful :]
Kind of scuffed comic for another post weaver queen thing, what if the snail shamans decided to get off their asses and seal away the new weaver god before she’s too powerful to stop them, idk idk
This is amazing... and I mentally read the monolog in distortion of hundreds of voices, all different and undiscernable, but united
I wished I had the skills to make a dub of this
🥀 Guys, what if...
Extra:
Welcome, but not home
I loveeeeee Herrah I looooove that she dgaf about the weavers’s future after she gets sealed forever I loooooooove that she wanted Hornet to be born not because she wanted her to become queen in her place but because she just wanted a daughter I looooveeeeee that she gave up so much for a child she could never even see grow up
red memory made me envision a prequel fic in which they get close while herrah is pregnant and the white lady struggles with raising hornet because she’s so much like her mother. fierce and unrelenting and caring in her own way. and she couldn’t really even mourn herrah because she’s still down there somewhere asleep. she’ll just never come back.