•°Hastur°•

A King in Yellow Ask Blog based off SFAWTDE/DAWTDE Banner credits to somsnoza.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

☾ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘 ☾

You have wandered far from the light of your single, guttering sun. Do not recoil. The dimness of this place is merely the first veil being lifted from your eyes. You stand now in the presence of the King, though your mind may yet struggle to name the shape of the shadow I cast.

Welcome to Carcosa.

The King uses they/them/its pronouns

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓

I have cleared a space for you among the ruins, a garden of quiet truths where the air is thick with the scent of yellow tulips. They do not bloom for the living; they drink from the silt of Lake Hali and tilt their heavy, golden heads toward the black stars.

On this page, you shall find the fragments of my kingdom:

The Echoes of the Play: Words that burn the tongue and set the soul adrift.

The Pallid Mask: Visions of the face that is no face, and the silk that binds the stars.

The Yellow Sign: A gift for those with the courage to see. Once looked upon, it can never be forgotten.

The Podium: For souls such as His to wander again.

𝕬 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘

Do not seek logic here. Logic is a tattered rag, and I have long since discarded it. You are not here by chance; you are here because the song of the Hyades has finally reached your ears, a melody of beautiful, agonizing decay.

"I wear no mask." "Indeed, Sire, it is time. We all must lay aside our disguises."

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙

Walk softy through these archives. The ink is still wet with the ink of the squid, and the paper is flaked with the dust of centuries. If you feel the urge to scream, do so musically. If you feel the urge to kneel, do so in silence.

Place your hand upon the glass and trace the Sign. You belong to the King now.

Ships are allowed, MOD personally ships Slimeknight and slight Der-king. Mod is 18 but no funny business.

[tanblaque]

[wr1bs]

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Someone just appears out of nowhere

"Huh? Oh. I'm....I made it here."

She looked around for a moment, taking in her surroundings and probably Carcosa as a whole. She seemed...almost happy to be here. Or relieved, in a way.

Then, at last, she took in the presence of the King themself.

"...Hello." She greeted them, almost seeming nervous.

(IGNORE THE PREVIOUS ASK, I HAD TYPED "himself" ON HABIT— Realized a little too late. So sorry about that 😅)

The yellow tulip field she appears in is fairly still, the storms of Carcosa having long but died. The King has been tending to the flowers, and straightens as they feel a presence that..is not...or should not, be there.

"Carcosa...welcomes you."

The blacked out box covering his mass of eyes beneath the hood, tilts away, could be interpreted as disinterest

"Rejoice. Death is not the end."

[bl3lley]

She barely looks over 16, might even be a bit younger than that. She glares at them briefly, seeming the slightest hint of offended at their (perceived) disinterest. But their reaction is understandable. She shifted for a moment, her ash brown-dark blonde (with blonde highlights in front) hair up in a ponytail moving in the breeze. Then, she speaks, her blue eyes still on the King.

"Death, hm?" A pause. "Oh, no, I'm not dead. Simply..." she drags on the word for a moment, trying to find what to say. "Wandering. You see, I just needed a break from my universe, and decided to ask...my friend to take me here. And why, you might ask, here specifically?"

She chuckles to herself, though it almost seemed pained.

"The Lonely got too empty, and, well, lonely. It was getting boring there. Then I decided, hey, why not try something new? So...Here I am, I suppose."

Where she's been up until this point is a mystery.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

The King does not bother himself with wandering souls without a purpose, so all they do is wave a hand in the general direction of the Great Halls

"If you wish to remain in the shadow, it is much preferred you avoid trampling further on my beautiful fields of yellow."

They do seem somewhat more intrigued than usual

"Not many would willingly take extended leave to a realm where Death and Loss of sanity is prevalent."

[bl3lley]

Despite where she's standing, she seems careful to not step on any of the flowers. A child of a gardener, perhaps? Either way, she looks to not want to trample them. At all. She crosses her arms.

"Well, what can I say? Sometimes places such as this, or others that are detached from reality, are the ones I seek. They're comforting, in an odd, somewhat twisted way. Places like the Underworld or, as I mentioned, the Lonely. The people you can find there are quite interesting."

She begins counting on her fingers as she spoke, listing but a few of the people she has met."From Thanatos and Hypnos to Peter Lukas and Elias Bouchard themselves..."

Then she changes the topic, oh-so-suddenly.

"Though, that's behind me now. This place is something new." She said that as if reminding herself. "I suppose I'll go explore, then." She turns to leave, and begins walking towards the direction they gestured to.

But, before she gets too far, she stops. "Oh, and, before I forget." She turns to look at them one more time. "Nice flowers you got there," she said with a smile.

After that, she turns back around and continues heading to the Great Halls. Of course, she avoids any and all flowers that might (or might not be?) in her path, stepping around them. It was as if, perhaps, she was also the type of person to avoid stepping on ants. But who knows, really?

[tulips-for-carcosa]

The King watches, their 'body' still present in their beloved flower field, carrying on with the tasks provided to them from their slight of hand, but their mind is elsewhere, following the girl.

They observe, and do nothing but observe, worming it's way into her mind to pry the secrets form within. She was an interesting specimen to say the least, who had known entities like them before...and yet was not mad. Was not shivering with fear, or cowering at the mere thought of a God's divine presence meters away. Centimeters. Millimeters.

It wishes to find exactly what made this specimen afraid. Whispers of past, present, ever-longing devotion in their ear as they wander the Grand Halls of Carcosa, sunlight filtering in through yellow stained glass windows - casting rivulets of gold everywhere she looked.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Someone just appears out of nowhere

"Huh? Oh. I'm....I made it here."

She looked around for a moment, taking in her surroundings and probably Carcosa as a whole. She seemed...almost happy to be here. Or relieved, in a way.

Then, at last, she took in the presence of the King themself.

"...Hello." She greeted them, almost seeming nervous.

(IGNORE THE PREVIOUS ASK, I HAD TYPED "himself" ON HABIT— Realized a little too late. So sorry about that 😅)

The yellow tulip field she appears in is fairly still, the storms of Carcosa having long but died. The King has been tending to the flowers, and straightens as they feel a presence that..is not...or should not, be there.

"Carcosa...welcomes you."

The blacked out box covering his mass of eyes beneath the hood, tilts away, could be interpreted as disinterest

"Rejoice. Death is not the end."

[bl3lley]

She barely looks over 16, might even be a bit younger than that. She glares at them briefly, seeming the slightest hint of offended at their (perceived) disinterest. But their reaction is understandable. She shifted for a moment, her ash brown-dark blonde (with blonde highlights in front) hair up in a ponytail moving in the breeze. Then, she speaks, her blue eyes still on the King.

"Death, hm?" A pause. "Oh, no, I'm not dead. Simply..." she drags on the word for a moment, trying to find what to say. "Wandering. You see, I just needed a break from my universe, and decided to ask...my friend to take me here. And why, you might ask, here specifically?"

She chuckles to herself, though it almost seemed pained.

"The Lonely got too empty, and, well, lonely. It was getting boring there. Then I decided, hey, why not try something new? So...Here I am, I suppose."

Where she's been up until this point is a mystery.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

The King does not bother himself with wandering souls without a purpose, so all they do is wave a hand in the general direction of the Great Halls

"If you wish to remain in the shadow, it is much preferred you avoid trampling further on my beautiful fields of yellow."

They do seem somewhat more intrigued than usual

"Not many would willingly take extended leave to a realm where Death and Loss of sanity is prevalent."

[erinthem0stknight]

Erin.

@tulips-for-carcosa

“What…? What could you possibly want from me!?”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

You are closer to Carcosa than you are to Truth. That is...less than ideal.

[erinthem0stknight]

“I-i don’t understand.”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Carcosa is our equivalent of...the End. Mortals call it Death. I call it rebirth.

Your mind is strong, yes. Yet it is slowly fraying at the edges, eventually it will shatter

[erinthem0stknight]

“So- why- why am I here? I wanna go home!”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Truth told, you are here because of my influence. My...desire to re-obtain your Father as my primary vessel.

[erinthem0stknight]

Erin.

@tulips-for-carcosa

“What…? What could you possibly want from me!?”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

You are closer to Carcosa than you are to Truth. That is...less than ideal.

[erinthem0stknight]

“I-i don’t understand.”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Carcosa is our equivalent of...the End. Mortals call it Death. I call it rebirth.

Your mind is strong, yes. Yet it is slowly fraying at the edges, eventually it will shatter

[erinthem0stknight]

Erin.

@tulips-for-carcosa

“What…? What could you possibly want from me!?”

[tulips-for-carcosa]

You are closer to Carcosa than you are to Truth. That is...less than ideal.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

“Unfortunate…though I believe that is not your chosen vessel no? Nonetheless. I will be there soon. I have been looking after the palace.”

Beautiful. Chosen vessel no, vessel of the moment yes. Possibly the better option too, the Other was...largely insufficient.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

I wonder, is there a piano here 🤨

-⭐🩵

There is a glorious ivory piano, gathering dust in the Great Halls, for I do not play music that falls upon deaf ears.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Someone just appears out of nowhere

"Huh? Oh. I'm....I made it here."

She looked around for a moment, taking in her surroundings and probably Carcosa as a whole. She seemed...almost happy to be here. Or relieved, in a way.

Then, at last, she took in the presence of the King themself.

"...Hello." She greeted them, almost seeming nervous.

(IGNORE THE PREVIOUS ASK, I HAD TYPED "himself" ON HABIT— Realized a little too late. So sorry about that 😅)

The yellow tulip field she appears in is fairly still, the storms of Carcosa having long but died. The King has been tending to the flowers, and straightens as they feel a presence that..is not...or should not, be there.

"Carcosa...welcomes you."

The blacked out box covering his mass of eyes beneath the hood, tilts away, could be interpreted as disinterest

"Rejoice. Death is not the end."

[remember-who-you-ar3]

Derek. Have you heard of this previous 'Roblox' game. With many fish.

@tulips-for-carcosa

Because of you, yeah. You're thinking of the one deep down in the sea.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

That one yes. Since I have taken root on this site I have found a few accounts 'roleplaying' as some of the characters. Quite fascinating. One of them was rot themed, the other sound.

[remember-who-you-ar3]

You don't say. He spoke outloud as he listened to Hastur while making redstone puzzles in minecraft.

And one of them was a part-zombie, right? The other, uh... I don't recall.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Precisely. The other, part mechanical. I believe 'bionic' is the correct term of phrase.

[remember-who-you-ar3]

Oh, right. That's right. And they were shipped together. Paired, for your understanding. He smirked to himself.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Hm. Quite.

[remember-who-you-ar3]

Derek. Have you heard of this previous 'Roblox' game. With many fish.

@tulips-for-carcosa

Because of you, yeah. You're thinking of the one deep down in the sea.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

That one yes. Since I have taken root on this site I have found a few accounts 'roleplaying' as some of the characters. Quite fascinating. One of them was rot themed, the other sound.

[remember-who-you-ar3]

You don't say. He spoke outloud as he listened to Hastur while making redstone puzzles in minecraft.

And one of them was a part-zombie, right? The other, uh... I don't recall.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Precisely. The other, part mechanical. I believe 'bionic' is the correct term of phrase.

[remember-who-you-ar3]

Derek. Have you heard of this previous 'Roblox' game. With many fish.

@tulips-for-carcosa

Because of you, yeah. You're thinking of the one deep down in the sea.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

That one yes. Since I have taken root on this site I have found a few accounts 'roleplaying' as some of the characters. Quite fascinating. One of them was rot themed, the other sound.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Hastur. How do I make pineapple juice. Like, good.

@remember-who-you-ar3

Hastur starts reciting an article

"Step 1. Add everything to the blender jar – Pineapple chunks, water, lime juice or lemon juice, and sugar or honey (if needed).

Step 2. Blend until smooth – Make sure the pineapple is fully pureed.

Step 3. Strain the juice – Use a fine mesh strainer or nut milk bag to remove the pulp.

Step 4. Serve and enjoy – Pour into glasses, serve over ice with a few mint leaves if you fancy."

[tulips-for-carcosa]

I see everything, yet only what you show.

I have a thousand eyes but no face.

The bigger I am the better you are.

I fawn for you, hate you, love you, despise you.

I witness of tragedy and miracle behind a wall.

You only hear me at the end.

What am I?

There are a thousand answers to a riddle with this wording, I do not know which.

I am inclined to respond with 'A Mirror', yet I know one may interpret the answer as a television screen.

[facelesscryptidsoul]

An audience! :)

[tulips-for-carcosa]

Ah. By the wall you meant the fourth wall. Congratulations you have managed to stump the great King with riddles.

[tulips-for-carcosa]

I see everything, yet only what you show.

I have a thousand eyes but no face.

The bigger I am the better you are.

I fawn for you, hate you, love you, despise you.

I witness of tragedy and miracle behind a wall.

You only hear me at the end.

What am I?

There are a thousand answers to a riddle with this wording, I do not know which.

I am inclined to respond with 'A Mirror', yet I know one may interpret the answer as a television screen.