#palevurm

[beyond-use]

@palevurm​ || SPIRALEFES STARTER CALL

Rung had asked the Pale King to accompany him on his visit to the star garden. Things had happened during the last bout of Spirale chaos, things that Rung felt might need to be addressed before they interfered with Pale King’s therapy. He wanted to address them here, outside of his office; the Wyrm was already having some difficulty opening up during sessions, and treating their odd, painful interaction as an “issue” to be overcome there probably wouldn’t help. Rung wanted this to be as casual and as free of discomfort as possible, and he could think of nowhere more comfortable for a pair of gods than the beauty of the heavens.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he said warmly, bending to examine a little tri-mooned planet with unabashed affection. Among other things, recent events had brought with them memories. All of them. Those millennia still locked behind the veil of information creep had rushed to the forefront of his processor-- he had lived as Primus again, here, and that strange return to the past filled him with an aching sort of nostalgia for simpler times. Being in this garden was like being out there; it was pleasant enough to make the conversation at hand barely feel awkward at all.

“I wanted to ask how you were doing after... all of that. Not as your therapist, just as an acquaintance. I’m still trying to come back to ‘myself’-- it’s been a terribly disorienting ordeal. I’d imagine it’s been especially so for you, I mean... undergoing a physical and mental change can’t be easy.”

[rainonglass]

Knock knock. Open up, it's Pale King!

     Incredible stroke of luck that Quirrel happens to be home!

     “Just a moment.” The sound of a canteen filling up, the rustling of fabric.

     Quirrel opens the door.

     He immediately moves to slam it shut.

[thelostvessel]

‘Hey dad, I got a gift for you.’ Xey handed him a cardboard cut-out of a buzzsaw with the words “FUCK YOU” spray-painted on it in bright red.

@palevurm​

[isolaradiale]

Requesting a hiatus for Pale King from Hollow Knight & DJ Subatomic Supernova from No Straight Roads. Today's date is 11/17

Both will be placed on hiatus!

– ⋆ δCaeli

[hjoenk]

@palevurm​ honk

Sometimes, it was good not to ask questions. Of course, in a studious environment, like a laboratory, or in this case; a university — everyone is highly encouraged to question matters, but there are lines you just don't cross. For example, what is a goose doing in this lecture, sitting right next to me? Or, why is a goose pecking on my our table? You simply don't ask these things.

Or maybe you do, but you wouldn't get much of a response. Except, HONK!

— it screeched, right before the others ears. It interrupted the professor as well, who in turn shot a glare to their direction, only to continue on with the lesson as if nothing happened. This is going to be a long lecture.

Hopefully, whoever is sitting next to this avian wasn't planning to learn much today.

[bossrocket]

@palevurm​​​ || ISOLA STARTER CALL!

Blurr’s been having an adequate time at the festivities so far, but he’s particularly excited by this event; out of everything the Stars have to offer, this zero-gravity dome seems the most practical. Not only is it helping him feel less weighed-down and slow, but he can also at least pretend that floating around the little arena constitutes “training.”

After all, while he’s fared better in space than many grounders, without his speed he’s as helpless as any other non-flight frame when his wheels are off the ground. Practicing maneuvers here is the closest thing to productivity he’s managed to find since his arrival in Spirale even if he’s mostly just entertaining himself by spinning around in circles in the middle of the sphere.

Blurr perks up when he notices another resident who seems far more well-suited for zero-grav than he is. The strange creature lacks the thrusters necessary for navigating this sort of environment, but it has wings outstretched and that’s certainly something. The Autobot watches the stranger for a while, intrigued, and eventually begins to slowly make his way over to it.

“You’re the first lifeform I’ve seen here that’s capable of flight,” he says by way of greeting, pointing at the rather beautiful wings extending from his new conversation partner. 

“One would assume that thatwouldgiveyouanadvantageinhere. If you’re not busy-- andyoucertainlydon’tlookbusy-- would you consider sparring with me? There’dbenodangerofyougettinghurtsinceyouwouldbetheoneperforming offensive maneuvers andI’djustbetryingtoeffectivelyevade. In theory, your form would make you an ideal partner regardless of whether you have experience fighting sowouldyouatleasttry?”

[losingmyjustice]

@palevurm​ sent;

* Dude, it’s been like … almost five hours it’s ok if you’re stuck on it, give up and let’s go eat we're starving.

Riddle Me This!

"It's been what-?!" Clive would glare at them with panicked eyes; it felt like a mere matter of seconds to him, and evidently, they could have been just exaggerating to express their impatience, yet he still found himself distressed.

He did have a pocket watch, precisely for when this happens — but to use it he'd have to recall what time it was before he'd start, too, rendering it useless in this case. Clive let out a polite chuckle, the type of laugh you give to fill the silence in a conversation. Did he space out again? There's no way he's been sitting here for five hours, right? But how the hell did he manage to get so lost in thought in the first place, in the middle of a conversation?! to say that it was embarrassing wouldn't even cut it! Especially on how it seems like he's been pondering by the whole duration on this stupid puzzle — wait, wait, hold on. Hold on. What was even the prompt? What was the prompt again?!

Still stunned, innerly cursing to try and desperately grasp what this was about anew, not to appear like an utter fool — yet instead; as a result, he hadn't noticed the tear that was forming at the worst time possible, until it was far too late. "Don't..." look at me, he wanted to say as he wiped it off his cheek, but remaining speechless, all he could do was slowly shake his head. Great. GREAT. BRILLIANT! Now he looks like some idiot who's crying over a Puzzle he can't even recall its prompt of! Where were these tears when he actually felt like crying, for once, when he was entirely alone?! "Let's just," Clive covered his eyes, innerly chanting to calm down. "Let's just go. There's a Restaurant near," crap. His voice was cracking. This was horrible. "Nearby. It'd be on me."

[patiencethin]

   The crowd bumped him to-and-fro as Jacket tiredly trudged after PK, steadily grazing on a manapua bun he’d bought from a vendor. Eyes closed, he let the other lead him through the crowd, trusting in the hold on his sleeve to not smash him into a post and barely listening as PK talked.

   Hair a mess, clothes rumpled, he looked like he’d rolled out bed and he might as well have had done exactly that. It might’ve been about a week since he’d locked himself in his room, only the persistent knocking of the Pale Roach having pulled him out from under the covers and out the door for company through the changing city.

   Jacket winced at the sudden pop of fireworks. Not again. He glared at the horizon, the wistful hope that if looks could kill, he could simply make them stop happening just by looking a little pissed. At least until his eyes caught something. Another vendor, but something about him seemed... Familiar, in a nauseating way. Blonde hair under a green cap, a crooked smile. The eyes looked different, but it still struck him as far too--

   Was that Tony’s mask?

   A latex mask of a roaring tiger hung from the stall, empty eye sockets boring holes into his. No... Not Tony’s. Not exactly, but it was something far too similar to his. It hung in a crowd of old carnival masks, along with several other familiar things. Bottles, cards, tapes, gaming equipment, a zippo lighter, binders full of old photographs that lay open on the counter. He felt pressure on his sleeve; he was wandering again, but his feet had instinctively moved to bring him closer to the stall.

   One quick tug and he freed himself from the other grip to get closer still.

|| @palevurm || Closed Spiralefes Starter

[voidgivenheart]

@palevurm liked for a starter

There he was. The Pale King. They wiggled, before taking a lunge. It’s time to take a chance. This was going to be so, so much more satisfying than the original corpse they messed with.

[thetruename]

(Starter for @palevurm!)

Chara is bored.

Despite all the fesitivites going on across the island, Chara doesn’t care for most of them. They involve too many people, and more importantly, too many humans.

But... there is one event that catches their attention. Across Fibonacci Ward are places that, it is rumored, sell things that can’t be found across the island. Things from home.

And Chara dearly, dearly misses their locket. The lack of its familiar weight across their neck, on their chest, is more agonizing than the hollowness of their lack of a soul.

They spend an entire day travelling across Fibonacci, finding most of the objects useless, but eventually, they find it, sitting on a vendor’s shelf... an upside-down heart in gold, a locket that doubles as a music box, that opens and reveals the words “BEST FRIENDS FOREVER,” carved into its inside by a knife.

...They can’t afford it. Not, at least, if they plan to eat.

Desperate, not letting it go lest someone else take it, they rush over to the nearest person passing by, not even caring if it’s a human or not. Fortunately, it’s not - it’s a bug monster, or sort-of-monster, like Quirrel, with horns on their head like a crown. Chara rushes over to them, not caring a lick for politeness or propriety, and says:

“Please! Please, whoever you are, buy this for me! I’ll do anything.”

[beyond-use]

@palevurm​​ || starter call.

Not for the first time, Rung wonders whether he should have asked Hornet before approaching someone he can only assume is from her world. And not for the first time, he brushes off his own concerns; if she’s eager to solve this problem of theirs as quickly as possible, he can’t wait around for her to follow up on every lead with him.

He’s still oddly nervous as he approaches apartment 316, though. He’s well aware that he tends to stick out here in Radiale, and while some part of him is secretly, spitefully grateful for the fact that he’s begun to be noticed for once, he worries that showing up at the door of this “Pale King" looking as he does just to ask unsolicited answers might not work in his favor.

That doesn’t keep him from knocking, however, giving the door a few light raps before stepping back to give the Pale King some room when he answers.

...if he answers, rather.

“Hello?” Rung calls, hesitating uncertainly. “...Your Highness?”

[thelostvessel]

@patiencethin @palevurm (from here)

While being carried under a semi-stranger’s arm like some kind of animal wasn’t normally the vessel’s idea of a good time, the fact that Jacket knew where exactly to find xyr father had put them in... well, not really high spirits per say, but the confusing whirlwind of things going on in xyr head as they were transported throughout the city was something their blank mask never would, and never could, give away. Were they excited for a chance at payback? A chance at making peace? Were they happy at the mere idea that the world would finally know of his crimes?

They weren’t sure.

Still, with Jacket being so much bigger than the little bug and with him knowing exactly where the two were going, it didn’t take too terribly long for the pair to reach their destination. Fear began to creep in over the insect, cowering slightly even in Jacket’s arms as soon as it clicked in their head that this was it-- this was the door to their father’s apartment. The last time xey had seen him hadn’t been very pleasant, the memories of his will burning into their very being still fresh in their mind. And that was just the most recent thing they had put up with from him... other memories, while old, were still just as painful. It was hard for them not to be, when xey refused to move on.

Breathing in a strange, almost wheezing breath, the little insect reached out and knocked on the door as hard as they could before they could think too long and regret their decision.

Jacket would know. The world would know. Xey were going to make sure of it.

[birdlistener]

@palevurm​

Prowl doesn’t terribly mind being confined to root mode most of the time. Out in the forested parts of the city, he wouldn’t want to disturb the wildlife, let alone cause them any harm.

Passing through more populated areas, though, it’s his root mode that tends to draw the unwanted attention. He doesn’t have the reputation here that he had in Detroit, (thank goodness), but he still draws attention, being nearly twice the height of most other lifeforms around.

So he’s ended up in motorcycle form, parked on the roadside for his limited time to quietly observe the passersby. That is, until one of them approaches him. And... gets into the seat. And presses their keys uselessly against the ignition port.

Prowl expects them to realize the mistake and go on their way after that, but no, he feels them start pulling at pulling at his paneling. That won’t do. He transforms, lifting the stranger with his hands as soon as they’re free, so they won’t get caught by the folding machinery.

“I believe you have the wrong vehicle.”

[isolaradiale]

hewwo i would like to reserve DJ Subatomic Supernova from No Straight Roads. Date is 9/17 and I can be reached at wehdile on Tumblr

Reserved!

– ⋆ capella!

[20leafclover]

“What a fun thing I’ve stumbled upon. Thank you for this.”

buzzfeed unsolved ask meme + costume: cheshire cat

Clover jumps, hackles raised, immediately spitting out the barely-holding-it-together toy rabbit he’d been holding between his teeth.

“Don’t- Don’t go sneaking up on people! You didn’t see anything!”

[underteika]

Send 🗞  to hit my muse with a rolled up magazine -- @palevurm​ said:  🗞

”...Why?” (”Kinda backwards for a bug to be hitting a human with a newspaper, gotta say. If he is a bug. Maybe he isn’t?”)