God of the Bloody Tongue
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God of the Bloody Tongue
“HOW FLATTERING, COMING FROM A FELLOW GOD. NETHARIX, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW THAT MY POWER IS DERIVED FROM THE UNTAMED. YOU MAY TEMPT THE MORTALS WITH EASE, BUT YOU CANNOT FOOL ME, CUTE LITTLE SNAKE.” My latest attack on @chlotriflouride‘s God of Destruction, Arson! (feat. my baby boy Netharix) :3 nsfw version 😳
Here’s all the best bits of the scene where Black Hat transforms from 5. 0. 5. back into himself.
The animation is fast as heck, but now none of yall have to pause it yourself~~
ENJOY THE ELDRICH HORROR THAT BLACK HAT TRULY IS, FRIENDS
(AND YES, THAT IS A DISEMBODIED ASS MOUNTED ON THE WALL)
Cute paws pose #EldrichGods
There's this post going around here I can't find right now, about how people talk about that eldrich gods should just be nice to humans and then turn around and squash a bug for the crime of existing and an eldrich god doing their dimensions version of putting a cup over a human and placing it outdoors. I think a lot about this post because I interact a lot with bugs and other small creatures like this. (Long post incoming)
My current way to work leads me trough a stretch of forest and we have this bugs there that turn up as soon as it gets warm. They're electric blue and fall out of the trees, so you can easily spot a lot of them on the ground. Still, most of them get crushed because people step on them or ride over them with their bikes. And also a lot land on their backs and can't get up themselves. And I made it a habbit, whenever I see a bug on its back, desperatly kicking it's little legs, to take a small branch or even just my finger and give it a tiny push so it's back on its feets and has a chance to run away to safety, to live out its little bug life whaterver this entails. And I wonder: did this bug understand what just happend? Does it realise that it was close to dead and then something helped it, without asking for anything in return? Can a bug see the carcases of others like it, those who were not so lucky and died, and realises that this could have been what happen to it if the thing had not come along while it was in danger?
When it had rained over night, I often see worms on the pavement. They flet their homes as the water was rising and now can't find their way back. The sun is up, the air around them is getting dangeroysly warm and all they want is going back home, back into the dark, wet earth. But they can't, because the only way they know - burrowing themself into the soil head first - doesn't work. They just can't get through the concrete. Do they feel the vibrations of my feet hitting the ground as I come closer and closer, until I suddenly stop near them? Can they feel the shift as I pick them up carefully to not hurt it, but lift them some centimeters into the air, several hundred times the with of their body? When I put them down again on the ground, not even half a meter left from where I picked them up, but back upon the earth, where they can finaly return home? The vibration of my steps is back, now leaving, as they burrow back into the ground, does they recongnise me leaving? Do they know what just happend, were they aware that death was close? That something, a being beyond their comprehension, just safet them from certain doom, only because this something felt bad for them?
Yesterday was a very nice and warm day, spring is finaly around in my part of the world. So I used the opportunity to open all windows in my flat wide and let some fresh spring air in. Apparently a little bee also found it's way into my living room but wasn't able to leave before I closed the windows again. It kept itself hidden and quiet the whole evening, so I only found it this morning, sitting at the corner of a window, too tired to fly away as I approached. When I came close, it raised its two front legs. I once read that this a sign of aggression in bees. Still, it was too weak to fight back or even move much when I got a piece of paper underneath it and carried it away. Did it realise I mean it no harm as I placed it outdoors, that I want to help by placing it onto one of the early spring flowers blooming on my balcony? It first did not seem to understand what had happend, it was gripping to the flowers stem for dear life, but after a few minutes, it found the blossom and craweld in, head first into the delicous nectar. As I write this, I sit on my chair near my balcony door, the flower in my sight. The bee has recovered enough and just flew away, back home to its colony. I don't know how long it will survive, I don't think its natural life span is long enough to see the winter coming back. But now it has a chance to go on, to live out its life feo the fullest, whatever this means for a bee, and not die desperatly on my window sill, slowly succumbing to hunger as it can see freedom right before its eyes but unreachable. Instead it was safed, shown compassion by something that it will never understand.
I studied biology, I was allways interested in nature and animals. I know that the bug doesn't understand the world like we do, I know that worms don't even have a brain and only react to whatever stimuli they experience. I know that bees don't think like us, that they don't experience the world like we do. Nature as it is is neither crule nor benevolent. It just is. The creatures I help do not understand what happend, me coming around in their time of need is sheer luck for them. If I help them or not doesn't make a difference in the long run, they will die regardlessly. Still, I choose to help them, because I enjoy being kind, even if they can't comprehend it.
Here's a picture of the bee from this morning, after it figured out that it sits on a flower. I don't think I will ever come across a eldrich god, but in the very very unlikely case I will, I hope they decide to go the cup and piece of paper route rather then squishing me. Maybe they also enjoy seeing me thrive afterwards as much as I enjoyed the bee sticking its little butt out of the flower.
ESCAPED CONVICT goes on a WRAMPAGE - YouTube
Who is she looking at? I’ll let you imagine that one