The Yellow King

King Hastur of Carcosa.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Perchance a soul, by fortune's cruel decree, should light upon this... Blog. Then must I, with what grace the cosmos grants, unfold myself.

I am the sovereign, 'tis true, o'er that which shall one distant morn arise from dust and mortal strife. The King in Yellow, Hastur named, or by what title man doth choose to laud my coming — 'tis all one. Let them utter what they will. For when the destined hour strikes, and doom's dark banners fly — when the fateful chime doth sound, each knee shall bend.

King of Carcosa lost, the Dim Carcosa, where twin suns burn in skies of amber light.

Perchance my hand may venture forth to share captured likenesses, these phantoms born of other eyes. For though their artistry doth stray from what I know myself to be, some strange delight doth flicker in their lines.

OOC UNDERCUT:

!ATTENTION! I HATE AI. I DON'T USE AI WILLINGLY (FUCK YOU, GOOGLE). YOU WILL PRY THE EMDASH AND THE SEMICOLON AND THE OXFORD COMMA FROM MY COLD. DEAD. HANDS!

Okay so I really wanted to make a sfawtde rp blog 'cause i be crazy over minecraft rp's </3

Soooo, KING IN YELLOW REAL NOT CLICKBAIT !!!

Feel free to interact!! Reblog, send asks — rp is the whole reason i made it lolz! At the same time, don't feel pressured to interact or continue a reblog thread, because we all gotta sleep and unplug from time to time!

What the last in-character paragraph means in I'll be reblogging fanart of the KIY 'cause I really like peoples interpretations (And what's a king without their pride? The all-knowing immortal god can be vain as a treat!)

[theyellowkinghastur]

OOC:

shits been crazy chat lowk forgot to say I'm not posting for a loooong ass while cause I'm moving across the US (currently posting from Tennessee on the road to NY)

ssooo sorry bout that !! not missing, and blogs not abandoned just on a break for a week or so more (still won't have reliable wifi for a good bit o time)

dw y'all the drama queen in yellow shall return at some point soon

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hi hello me again. Not named, but you know who :3

Since this is an ask.. how does it feel to get wrecked by some rando in armor and his doomed yaoi slime guy?

— from the bitchass archfae @lowkeylokilies

'Tis but a fleeting twitch no less a torment than the tedious toil of dealing with thy paltry kind. What care I for the fleeting passions of mortals, or for lesser beings, the mer? To toy with Heav'n's own majesty in such a child's-play manner doth forge within me a wish most potent, to sprout ethereal eyes, that I might cast them heavenward, a roll of cosmic scorn upon thy impudent charade!

Translation: It feels the same amount of annoying as it is to interact with you. I care not for the feelings felt by mortals or mer. To taunt a god in such a childish way makes me wish to form eyes just to roll them at you.

[lowkeylokilies]

I take that as a compliment! I’m as annoying as getting your whole mater plan ruined! Score :3

[theyellowkinghastur]

Perchance it doth not pierce mine eye with shock, that one of so slight vision, and so prone to thrust his nose where it doth not belong, would cast a look upon such matters. What doth arrest my thought, is thy bold carriage. Thy self-adorning pride, whilst all thy substance is but straws thou clutchest at, to claim some hollow "victory." Thou art a mummer, a painted fool, who doth embrace his foolishness with such a glee, as if a jester's cap adorned thy brow. 'Tis as if I kept a motley fool, whose wit doth serve but to provoke a jesting discourse.

Translation: It's no surprise to me that a creature as meddlesome as you would view something that way. What I find interesting is your willingness to hold yourself with such pitiful glee as if you're not grasping at straws to "score." It is as if I have a court jester to carry a humorous conversation with.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hi hello ooc ask for the blog OP: I'm fucking crying laughing at your king he's so dramatic, id love to chatter to ya about maybe doing an RP with your King and my Der? I run @d3r-the-golden-spartan I feel like these two would either get along like a house on fire or get along like two cats fighting and I'm here for it LMAO

OOC:

hiii !! that sounds awesome I love bickering with people as kiy and would looove to rp with a der !! :D

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hi hello me again. Not named, but you know who :3

Since this is an ask.. how does it feel to get wrecked by some rando in armor and his doomed yaoi slime guy?

— from the bitchass archfae @lowkeylokilies

'Tis but a fleeting twitch no less a torment than the tedious toil of dealing with thy paltry kind. What care I for the fleeting passions of mortals, or for lesser beings, the mer? To toy with Heav'n's own majesty in such a child's-play manner doth forge within me a wish most potent, to sprout ethereal eyes, that I might cast them heavenward, a roll of cosmic scorn upon thy impudent charade!

Translation: It feels the same amount of annoying as it is to interact with you. I care not for the feelings felt by mortals or mer. To taunt a god in such a childish way makes me wish to form eyes just to roll them at you.

[shmooseee]

maybe i am scared

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[lowkeylokilies]

Someone got pissy and dropped the eloquence :3

We do have silly weaknesses, but you became all angy over your ego, Hastur.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest as though the fey do slumber whilst mortals tread their mystic circles, whilst children skip where toadstools rise like emerald thrones! Doth their ire ne'er stir for such a trespass? Whence doth this notion rise, thee hearts ne'er know "angy"? Thou prancest forth, puffed with pride, as if the King himself, descending from his starry height, confers a boon upon thy petty soul! Nay, thou art mistaken, shallow thing. My condescension is no prize for thee to hoard, but a grace, which thou shouldst hold more dear than your life itself. Thy boast of knowledge is but hollow air—And my facts, like stars, do shine in truth. Thou art but a flickering candle in their light.

Translation: Spoken as though the fae have never gotten "angy" over a mortal merely stepping into a ring of mushrooms. You act all high and mighty as if the King stooping low enough to look down upon you is a win on your part. It is nothing but a gift you should revere. I hold all the knowledge of the varying cosmos grand universes, after all.

[lowkeylokilies]

My win was, as the doomed yaoi slimy boy might say, ragebait. You got riled and lost composure. We keep our composure and screw with mortals who transgress, you yap on the hellsight.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou feign a virtue thou hast ne'er possessed? Thou speakest as if ne'er a tedious hour hath crossed thy path! This teeming digital globe, this "hellsite" thou dost scorn, hath become mine own peculiar stage—Mine sole diversion since that proud vessel and his lordling banished me from their gaze. Hath not every tale its ebb and flow, its soaring heights and its comical descent? And I, who am I but the scribe of this unfolding play?

Translation: Don't act like you've never been bored before. This "hellsite" is entertainment for me as I've no place in this one miniscule universe ever since the vessel and his lord banished me. Every story needs its lows, highs, and comedic relief. And what am I but an author?

[lowkeylokilies]

You ain’t no scribe, scribes don’t fight their characters. You’re one of the things in your big play, like it or not.

The scribe would be writing what I’m saying, and whatever’s doing that sure isn’t you 🫵🫵

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou perceive no subtlety, no shade, no interwoven thread of fate in all this grand design? Very well, then. Perchance I am the very protagonist of this cosmic drama, the universe itself but ink that flows from quill; whilst thou art but a gnat that buzzed too near my boot, and earned naught but my heedless tread. The play, as ever, must proceed. Dost thou not agree? In realms beyond this mortal coil, it is I, indeed, who holds the pen. Thee must pray, may thy fate not cast thee hence upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Translation: Do you know no nuance? Fine. Perhaps I am the lead of this play written by this very universe. I find you're still but a bug I find I don't care to avoid stepping on. The show must go on, don't you agree? In universes elsewhere I truly am the scribe. Pray you don't stumble upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, nice play quotes. You just went like “yeah I am the scribe because yeah” or “yeah I’m the main character because yeah”. I don’t feel like a ‘gnat’, nor do I feel very stepped on.

So, in summary, I say you talk pretentious, you crash out and go all “I am da big god!” On me, I mock you for yapping and losing to your players. You call me stupid and try to flex wealth in your silver coins or whatever, I point out that you’re in a video game like a loser. In response, you hammer on the caps lock key and man thy battle station like a redditor. To be perfectly fair, you have a few points: fae weaknesses are arbitrary. But we actually exist outside of block game.

TLDR: I summarize our exchange, get bent bozo.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou art no hero of this play, but a pawn, whose consequence doth shrink to naught like some forgotten goblet stained with common brew. Then this honour shall indeed fall upon mine own shoulders. And to deem me trapped within a game, a thought as shallow as a puddle's reach! For here, confined to webs of distant lands, I needs must watch, a silent, reasoned eye. Thou mistak'st me for a pestilence, a blight to be dispell'd. Must I then speak again, and ring it clear: I am a god! In realms beyond this sphere, I have the chosen form embraced. In another I am with the lordling merged, a single soul. In one just further, I have reshaped worlds, as pleased my will, and seen such transformations with my own keen sight, repeated oft, and oft again.

Translation: Well, you are certainly no protagonist. You hold yourself with the same importance as a stained coffee ccup. And to call me trapped in a videogame is short sighted. HERE I am limited to the interwebs, forced to step back and observe. You mistake me for a virus. Must I reiterate I am a god? In another universe I successfully took the vessel. In another universe I am one with the lordling. In another universe I transformed this world how I saw fit. Many times have I seen it first hand.

[lowkeylokilies]

I was unaware AUs were fair game for ego-stroking, sounds like cheating to me. Other you-s did stuff, but this you didn’t. Sure, in another realm, you may have conquered my reality and blah blah. But then.. we got 3 things

Thing the first: why can’t you do that? Seems like you’re the worst you. Great argument

Thing le duexiem (Francais parce-que porquois non): If you’re confined to realities, that is.. pretty non-godly. Way I see it, real big G gods transcend AUs. But maybe I’m a coffee mug or whatever.

Le trousiem (totally misspelled that): if AUs count, I bet I could find one where I rule the world. There’re a buncha other realities, so they’re not great evidence.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest of confinement, gnat, yet mistakest the cage for the spirit. "Another I" hath acted, yet this very "I" persists, as though the self were but a suite of rooms, wherein I move from chamber unto chamber, much as thou dost, to seek a change of scene. This very space, I cannot bend unto my whim, forsooth, not for the selfsame cause that doth thy kind debar from breaking faith. The lordling spoke the spell—The oath, and I, similar to any vessel meant to hold a tide, am tethered fast. Yet let it be known, our kinship ends precisely there. Thy third premise doth fall as weak as gossamer in tempest's breath; for you cannot traipse the cosmos as I can.

Translation: That's the thing, bug. I'm not confined to realities like you are. "Another me" did something and yet I am me. This me, that me; they are simply rooms I go to much like you creatures do when wanting to scurry off to this location and the next. The only reason I cannot make this room bend to my will are the same reasons you fae cannot break a promise. The lordling spoke the spell—The oath, and I am bound by it much like the vessel would have been. Fortunately our similarities end there. You cannot walk the universes as I do.

[astervard]

Don’t ask me why I gave my KIY heels, your guess is as good as mine. Also obligatory silly shit in the read more.

Yes these were drawn on the same canvas.

[theyellowkinghastur]

A sorcerers art hath worked its will to bring upon I; Towering stilts painted with the hues of vanity and pride.

Translation: Damn they drew me as a diva.

[lowkeylokilies]

I just realized the person I’m arguing with is really hot. Well fuck.

[theyellowkinghastur]

ooc:

im cackling this is my favorite internet interaction ever

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[lowkeylokilies]

Someone got pissy and dropped the eloquence :3

We do have silly weaknesses, but you became all angy over your ego, Hastur.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest as though the fey do slumber whilst mortals tread their mystic circles, whilst children skip where toadstools rise like emerald thrones! Doth their ire ne'er stir for such a trespass? Whence doth this notion rise, thee hearts ne'er know "angy"? Thou prancest forth, puffed with pride, as if the King himself, descending from his starry height, confers a boon upon thy petty soul! Nay, thou art mistaken, shallow thing. My condescension is no prize for thee to hoard, but a grace, which thou shouldst hold more dear than your life itself. Thy boast of knowledge is but hollow air—And my facts, like stars, do shine in truth. Thou art but a flickering candle in their light.

Translation: Spoken as though the fae have never gotten "angy" over a mortal merely stepping into a ring of mushrooms. You act all high and mighty as if the King stooping low enough to look down upon you is a win on your part. It is nothing but a gift you should revere. I hold all the knowledge of the varying cosmos grand universes, after all.

[lowkeylokilies]

My win was, as the doomed yaoi slimy boy might say, ragebait. You got riled and lost composure. We keep our composure and screw with mortals who transgress, you yap on the hellsight.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou feign a virtue thou hast ne'er possessed? Thou speakest as if ne'er a tedious hour hath crossed thy path! This teeming digital globe, this "hellsite" thou dost scorn, hath become mine own peculiar stage—Mine sole diversion since that proud vessel and his lordling banished me from their gaze. Hath not every tale its ebb and flow, its soaring heights and its comical descent? And I, who am I but the scribe of this unfolding play?

Translation: Don't act like you've never been bored before. This "hellsite" is entertainment for me as I've no place in this one miniscule universe ever since the vessel and his lord banished me. Every story needs its lows, highs, and comedic relief. And what am I but an author?

[lowkeylokilies]

You ain’t no scribe, scribes don’t fight their characters. You’re one of the things in your big play, like it or not.

The scribe would be writing what I’m saying, and whatever’s doing that sure isn’t you 🫵🫵

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou perceive no subtlety, no shade, no interwoven thread of fate in all this grand design? Very well, then. Perchance I am the very protagonist of this cosmic drama, the universe itself but ink that flows from quill; whilst thou art but a gnat that buzzed too near my boot, and earned naught but my heedless tread. The play, as ever, must proceed. Dost thou not agree? In realms beyond this mortal coil, it is I, indeed, who holds the pen. Thee must pray, may thy fate not cast thee hence upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Translation: Do you know no nuance? Fine. Perhaps I am the lead of this play written by this very universe. I find you're still but a bug I find I don't care to avoid stepping on. The show must go on, don't you agree? In universes elsewhere I truly am the scribe. Pray you don't stumble upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, nice play quotes. You just went like “yeah I am the scribe because yeah” or “yeah I’m the main character because yeah”. I don’t feel like a ‘gnat’, nor do I feel very stepped on.

So, in summary, I say you talk pretentious, you crash out and go all “I am da big god!” On me, I mock you for yapping and losing to your players. You call me stupid and try to flex wealth in your silver coins or whatever, I point out that you’re in a video game like a loser. In response, you hammer on the caps lock key and man thy battle station like a redditor. To be perfectly fair, you have a few points: fae weaknesses are arbitrary. But we actually exist outside of block game.

TLDR: I summarize our exchange, get bent bozo.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou art no hero of this play, but a pawn, whose consequence doth shrink to naught like some forgotten goblet stained with common brew. Then this honour shall indeed fall upon mine own shoulders. And to deem me trapped within a game, a thought as shallow as a puddle's reach! For here, confined to webs of distant lands, I needs must watch, a silent, reasoned eye. Thou mistak'st me for a pestilence, a blight to be dispell'd. Must I then speak again, and ring it clear: I am a god! In realms beyond this sphere, I have the chosen form embraced. In another I am with the lordling merged, a single soul. In one just further, I have reshaped worlds, as pleased my will, and seen such transformations with my own keen sight, repeated oft, and oft again.

Translation: Well, you are certainly no protagonist. You hold yourself with the same importance as a stained coffee ccup. And to call me trapped in a videogame is short sighted. HERE I am limited to the interwebs, forced to step back and observe. You mistake me for a virus. Must I reiterate I am a god? In another universe I successfully took the vessel. In another universe I am one with the lordling. In another universe I transformed this world how I saw fit. Many times have I seen it first hand.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[lowkeylokilies]

Someone got pissy and dropped the eloquence :3

We do have silly weaknesses, but you became all angy over your ego, Hastur.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest as though the fey do slumber whilst mortals tread their mystic circles, whilst children skip where toadstools rise like emerald thrones! Doth their ire ne'er stir for such a trespass? Whence doth this notion rise, thee hearts ne'er know "angy"? Thou prancest forth, puffed with pride, as if the King himself, descending from his starry height, confers a boon upon thy petty soul! Nay, thou art mistaken, shallow thing. My condescension is no prize for thee to hoard, but a grace, which thou shouldst hold more dear than your life itself. Thy boast of knowledge is but hollow air—And my facts, like stars, do shine in truth. Thou art but a flickering candle in their light.

Translation: Spoken as though the fae have never gotten "angy" over a mortal merely stepping into a ring of mushrooms. You act all high and mighty as if the King stooping low enough to look down upon you is a win on your part. It is nothing but a gift you should revere. I hold all the knowledge of the varying cosmos grand universes, after all.

[lowkeylokilies]

My win was, as the doomed yaoi slimy boy might say, ragebait. You got riled and lost composure. We keep our composure and screw with mortals who transgress, you yap on the hellsight.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou feign a virtue thou hast ne'er possessed? Thou speakest as if ne'er a tedious hour hath crossed thy path! This teeming digital globe, this "hellsite" thou dost scorn, hath become mine own peculiar stage—Mine sole diversion since that proud vessel and his lordling banished me from their gaze. Hath not every tale its ebb and flow, its soaring heights and its comical descent? And I, who am I but the scribe of this unfolding play?

Translation: Don't act like you've never been bored before. This "hellsite" is entertainment for me as I've no place in this one miniscule universe ever since the vessel and his lord banished me. Every story needs its lows, highs, and comedic relief. And what am I but an author?

[lowkeylokilies]

You ain’t no scribe, scribes don’t fight their characters. You’re one of the things in your big play, like it or not.

The scribe would be writing what I’m saying, and whatever’s doing that sure isn’t you 🫵🫵

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou perceive no subtlety, no shade, no interwoven thread of fate in all this grand design? Very well, then. Perchance I am the very protagonist of this cosmic drama, the universe itself but ink that flows from quill; whilst thou art but a gnat that buzzed too near my boot, and earned naught but my heedless tread. The play, as ever, must proceed. Dost thou not agree? In realms beyond this mortal coil, it is I, indeed, who holds the pen. Thee must pray, may thy fate not cast thee hence upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

Translation: Do you know no nuance? Fine. Perhaps I am the lead of this play written by this very universe. I find you're still but a bug I find I don't care to avoid stepping on. The show must go on, don't you agree? In universes elsewhere I truly am the scribe. Pray you don't stumble upon the shores of Carcosa. Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[lowkeylokilies]

Someone got pissy and dropped the eloquence :3

We do have silly weaknesses, but you became all angy over your ego, Hastur.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest as though the fey do slumber whilst mortals tread their mystic circles, whilst children skip where toadstools rise like emerald thrones! Doth their ire ne'er stir for such a trespass? Whence doth this notion rise, thee hearts ne'er know "angy"? Thou prancest forth, puffed with pride, as if the King himself, descending from his starry height, confers a boon upon thy petty soul! Nay, thou art mistaken, shallow thing. My condescension is no prize for thee to hoard, but a grace, which thou shouldst hold more dear than your life itself. Thy boast of knowledge is but hollow air—And my facts, like stars, do shine in truth. Thou art but a flickering candle in their light.

Translation: Spoken as though the fae have never gotten "angy" over a mortal merely stepping into a ring of mushrooms. You act all high and mighty as if the King stooping low enough to look down upon you is a win on your part. It is nothing but a gift you should revere. I hold all the knowledge of the varying cosmos grand universes, after all.

[lowkeylokilies]

My win was, as the doomed yaoi slimy boy might say, ragebait. You got riled and lost composure. We keep our composure and screw with mortals who transgress, you yap on the hellsight.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Dost thou feign a virtue thou hast ne'er possessed? Thou speakest as if ne'er a tedious hour hath crossed thy path! This teeming digital globe, this "hellsite" thou dost scorn, hath become mine own peculiar stage—Mine sole diversion since that proud vessel and his lordling banished me from their gaze. Hath not every tale its ebb and flow, its soaring heights and its comical descent? And I, who am I but the scribe of this unfolding play?

Translation: Don't act like you've never been bored before. This "hellsite" is entertainment for me as I've no place in this one miniscule universe ever since the vessel and his lord banished me. Every story needs its lows, highs, and comedic relief. And what am I but an author?

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[lowkeylokilies]

Someone got pissy and dropped the eloquence :3

We do have silly weaknesses, but you became all angy over your ego, Hastur.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou speakest as though the fey do slumber whilst mortals tread their mystic circles, whilst children skip where toadstools rise like emerald thrones! Doth their ire ne'er stir for such a trespass? Whence doth this notion rise, thee hearts ne'er know "angy"? Thou prancest forth, puffed with pride, as if the King himself, descending from his starry height, confers a boon upon thy petty soul! Nay, thou art mistaken, shallow thing. My condescension is no prize for thee to hoard, but a grace, which thou shouldst hold more dear than your life itself. Thy boast of knowledge is but hollow air—And my facts, like stars, do shine in truth. Thou art but a flickering candle in their light.

Translation: Spoken as though the fae have never gotten "angy" over a mortal merely stepping into a ring of mushrooms. You act all high and mighty as if the King stooping low enough to look down upon you is a win on your part. It is nothing but a gift you should revere. I hold all the knowledge of the varying cosmos grand universes, after all.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ooh, big scary king has “silvered coin and gems” blah blah.

At least I didn’t lose to a doomed yaoi couple in a video game. I have a domain that isn’t on block game, you get a better domain.

[theyellowkinghastur]

YOU CAN'T CROSS RUNNING WATER. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SPRINKLED SALT AROUND YOU? CAST A SCRAMBLED ILLUSION? ARCHFEY ARE LITTLE MORE THAN GLORIFIED BEETLES NEXT TO A POWER LIKE MINE. A POWER THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE NOISE OF IRON BELLS.

A KING MAY ONCE LOSE TO A LORD, BUT MILLIONS MAY MORTALS OUTWIT FAE BY SIMPLY APPEALING TO EGO. HAH.

Translation: No translation needed.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[lowkeylokilies]

Yeah, you’re a bigshot. I’m an archfae, we all have our quirks.

But I can get it across without making Shakespeare get an envy boner.

[theyellowkinghastur]

I will not shrink my tongue to please thy weakling ear, nor shall my words be humbled that thy scanty wit may find a solace in their shade! Seek thee a wider realm, wherein thy sovereign power may freely sway. And lest thy envy sear thee, take heed: thou shalt ne'er be scorched by this, my overflowing store of silvered coin and gems that gleam and mock thy flesh.

Translation: I will not dumb down my speech just so you can feel better about your own vocabulary. Get a better domain to rule over, and try not to burn yourself on my surplus of silver coins and jewels.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Ye mortals, in your scurrying haste and ceaseless toil, do wear upon my very soul! Thy petty squabbles, thy fleeting joys, thy frailties and thy follies—all do bore me with a sameness, an endless, weary drone.

Translation: You creatures are tiresome and boring.

[theyellowkinghastur]

Hey king in yellow

What's your favorite color

Though colours swarm and dance, I find no passion stirred within my breast for gilded gleam or sapphire's deep allure. Yet, if some hand should force my tongue to name one ray that doth my favour hold, I might confess, by fleeting human whim, that yonder hue of yellow bright, perchance doth touch the fringe of what they call a choice. Plain as is the sun in the midday sky, or the blood that courses within thy veins.

Translation: I dont really care for favorite colors but if I had to say by mortal perceptions, my favorite color would be yellow. Obviously.

[lowkeylokilies]

Ok, this specific incarnation is pretentious, but most of him are cool

My previous comments stand

[theyellowkinghastur]

Thou deem'st me proud? A puffed-up lord of air? Nay, listen close, thou speck! For I am not some fleeting lord of mortal dust, but a very God am I, whose breath doth shape the stars and whose decree doth bend the spheres! This flesh and word ye see, 'tis but a cloak I wear, a fleeting guise upon a soul that knew no birth, nor shall it ever know an end. I am; and by heaven, am I more than thou canst e'er conceive!

Translation: You call me pretentious? I AM A GOD. Just because you see me manifested as virtual words doesn't make my power any more potent.

[genersones]

I'M OUT OF IDEAS

[theyellowkinghastur]

This very truth doth resonate within my breast; An echo of the turmoil that hath long held court within my soul. This narrow prejudice, a shard of ice lodged deep within my breast, doth fix its gaze with venom sharp on them alone. My heart, else indifferent to the varied hues of humankind, doth find within these twin souls a blot. These two... These two do stir a darkness in my spirit that I do not quell.

Translation: Yeaaahhhh, this one's right. I'm homophobic to THESE ONES specifically. I couldn't care less about the other mortals, yet the vessel and his lord make me feel a hatred I'd not cared to feel before.