#VERSE. when earth becomes sky so watches the eye (gravity falls au)

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“&– - I do not seek active participation.... an outcome that I influence provides to me less.” The Triangular being served as a central point to many TEMPTING FATES it had observed // MUCH OF WHICH PROVIDE FOR IT SHOULD THEY COME TO PASS. (MORE THAN MERELY A MEAL OF THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES AND FURTHER DESECRATED FATE-STRINGS TO COLLECT AND CONSUME.). However, an active hand was a filthy one-- - a red palm, that which could become PROBLEMATIC should the flipside come to pass-- - those of which it all crumbled. “&– - And in turn, I do not seek to act as a barrier either. My interest in that which you offer, in this time and what is to follow, is not absent.” // @bllcphr sent 📖 for a VERSE STARTER

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IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT THE FURTHER TRUTH BEHIND IT ALL CAME TO BE KNOWN. And yet the Old Antecedent seemed little concerned in this matter-- - body language // WHAT EXISTED, AT LEAST // spoke of the same ease and calmness that ever ebbed upon its fluid form. “&– - Indeed, what you discover is truth. However, it does not change that which I've affirmed before. What I desire merely is the same any other would wish.... the ability to come and go as I please.” A tentacle curls-- - near akin to the motion of a flourish in some way-- - before a book is wrapped up at its center. “&– - I do not seek to meld my realm with yours, nor to take command or infest or any other sort of negative expectation. I am pleased with what can be called my home. However, the only means I have to truly travel is these temporary manifestations, or the borrowing of a vessel. On the same end, mortals must use specific tools to bridge as well such as this. Yours to use, if you wish to discover my word as true.” // @sixersigned sent for 📖 an Verse Starter

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[ @portalstan !! ] Usually, his sense of direction was something Stanley prided himself for. He might’ve been an idiot, but he could at least always find his way back to his car. A skill that’d been invaluable when his car had been his home, and one that’d proven just as true as he found himself going out more and more into the stupid, creepy woods in search of Sixer’s other diaries. Usually, he’d be long back at Ford’s house while it was still light out. Usually. And yet, Stanley found himself getting more and more disoriented, the ground wet beneath him as the feeling of being watched kept crawling over his damn back until he couldn’t ignore it anymore, “I have a gun!” he shouted recklessly, even if he was lying (he’d forgotten the damn thing in his car) but whoever (whatever?) didn’t need to know that, “So, uh, don’t even try to think about trying anything!” it probably just... squirrels or something, and he was just making himself look like an idiot, again. Probably. Fuck, he hated the woods.

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting

THE ENTITY HAD USED THE SEAMS BETWEEN ITS REALM AND THIS ONE THAT WERE ESPECIALLY POTENT HERE. Small body secured would only allot SO MUCH TIME before its matter succumbed to its own // BUT HERMAEUS MORA ONLY NEEDED A FRACTION OF THAT. This traipsing upon was with purpose of communication-- - and it knew the body which it sought was lurking in search. “&– - Try anything? I do not have any ill intents, Stanley.” A voice, a bray deeper than any the animal should support even in SPITE OF SPEAKING IN FIRST PLACE came from a tree nearby. Fur was slick like ground below and various rain-touched objects, but there was a near oily nature amongst the blackened splotches // FOR THEY DID NOT EXIST PRIOR TO THE BEINGS HOUSING WITHIN. “&– - Or would you perhaps prefer that which you borrow as address?”

EYES WERE PITCH, AND YET SEEMED TO HAVE AN IMPOSSIBLE GLOW AS LOOKED UPON HIM. Tail twitched and curled almost unnaturally, with a hint of satisfaction in its motions. Oh how it would favor DISCLOSING INFORMATION to push events closer // SOONER // to what it desired, but alas the faded echoes it saw of that possibility did not provide. But perhaps it just needed a small GUIDANCE to see if the strings of fate wove in different manner. “&– - I know what you search for, and beyond that. There may be some.... hmm.... possibility of aid that I can grant.” A statement to whet the appetite, an attempt by the Tide King to bait the hook and see what the bite entails. // @portalstan

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BODY LANGUAGE READ LIKE IT WAS PRESENTED AN OPEN BOOK . The time it had chosen to reveal itself was not mere coincidental NOR simply due to decent timing // NO, THERE WERE SPECIFICS WITH IT. The aches and necessities of a mortal body writ upon him, and it chose to tug further upon them with words indirect and vague. “&– - Mmm, no desire to dissect it personally?” Voice ebbs and flows near in conjuncture with that of the wind cascading over the fields. There is no LAUGH or CHUCKLE that cradles the tone of voice, but the mere occurrence of the words leaks their shadow. “&– - I do not simply give answers-- - I start the path, and allow many to find their way. All the sweeter are the fruits of knowledge should one find the grove upon their own.” Or rather, all the more PLEASUREFUL was watching the undoing of minds and the unraveling of self from those that scrambled in search of what they could never properly obtain // OR ONCE DO, REWARDS REAPED DO NOT EQUATE TO LOSS. Of course, those successful were their own treat to the Entity..... however...... “&– - Though it is not merely that reason for which I cannot simply give the entirety. Should I disclose all, it would unravel the sensitive strings of the tapestry.” Undo its own INTERESTS-- - and the enjoyment of seeing which plays out.

BUT IT WOULD NOT HAVE SIMPLY APPEARED TO SAY WHAT IT HAD AND NOTHING ELSE. No, it had anticipated // DESIRED // the request for further that had been given. One of the numerous tentacles hung lower from the portals spilling black, an eye creating a rounded shape within center of limb before popping out the tip-- - connected, AKIN TO AN EYESTALK WITH AN ORB OF A SLIT PUPIL. The tendril shifted, a triangular shape crafted merely by adjustment. Hermaeus Mora was not absent of a form of display and act to self-- - drama or theatrics some may claim, but it would not state the same. “&– - I am, however, capable of offering some.... more directness. The past shall become the present inevitably. A time shall come where the familiar will be seen once more, including but not exclusive to him.” Tentacle unravels, but the eye is not removed // RATHER, IT MOVES TO FURTHER CONTINUE LOOK UPON THE OTHER. Not even adjustment of the pupil allotted. “&– - I am not your enemy.”

The wanderer isn't quite sure what he's expecting, the air tense with anticipation as this presence abides by his word. Eyes wander skybound as the clouds part, revealing an entity almost outworldly. Or something far more than that. Having encountered a vast range of the unknown in his travels, he had met nothing like this. The aforementioned Stanford – ...this creature knows his name, not a red flag in the slightest, though the surprise lessened with every wanted poster that he saw. There's only so much omniscience he can take before it turns stale.

A firm line forms on his face, and a thought passes across his mind: how many more of these are going to know more than he does? It's ominous but borderline frustrating.

“ Fascinating? “

He would cite a remark about soap operas, but he knows his place here; he's come to learn his arrogance will only steer him toward certain death. And he's sick of steering away for the present moment. Hands fall by his sides, but he is still on guard as the other speaks. They always spoke in riddles, why the damn riddles? The him of years passed would have leaped for the very idea, but now the idea of deciphering nonsense gives him more headaches than it's worth. Ford narrows his eyes—would it kill anyone to get to the point?

He is wary of his thoughts, sighing quietly to level himself. He is hungry, he is tired, he is every lilt of exhaustion and exasperation in-between, but he can't let it go to his head.

“ What are you talking about? What do you mean? “

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“&– - Simply an eyeball? My, another may be.... insulted to be boiled down so. Even now I present before you a number of the singular you claim, even to negate the other aspects.” There is a chuckle offered FREELY, and there is precision to do so. HERMAEUS MORA PRESENTS HERE AND NOW A LIGHTER ENERGY, CALCULATED IN THAT DECISION. The entity floats ever calmly, engulfing space within the vacant air of the room while a low droning buzzes off of it. “&– - But this is not a dream, for that is not my sphere of influence nor interest. Neither am I a danger to you, but rather an opportunity.”

"Yer a giant floating eyeball. Not my weirdest dream, but definitely the most unique." Stan simply looks up at the incomprehensible eldritch horror-- he was reminded of an ex wife.

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A RARE ESCAPE OF A SIGH FINDS ITS WAY FROM THE SLITHERING MASS. Comparisons to the author were NUMEROUS ever since work became spread // USUALLY IN THE MANNER OF THE CREATURES WITHIN // but that of its speech to the writer itself was.... surprisingly new. Annoyingly new, in truth unhindered. “&– - That Imh'ildrac would be nowhere without me. He desired material unwritten before, and I supplied. Yog Sothoth sits amongst my many titles, and I am the progenitor of others he was gifted the opportunity to document. I do not 'speak lovecraft', he was my mouthpiece... after he failed his original purpose. No matter- his small mind only had so much use, and now his soul sits like numerous others within my realm.”

THE NARROWED STATE OF LIDS SHIFT, BUT NOT TO A WIDENING. Instead, edges lifted as if the socket the orb settled in were mouth ready to supply a COY SMILE. And as it spoke again, its tempo was ever slightly INCREASED. The ebb and flow not absent, but vocal flow was unbroken. “&– - But yes, I'm quite capable of adjustment. For example, the slow cadence was in part due to limitation of others ability to comprehend.... and a touch of satisfaction at those whom complained about such.” And the deviousness radiating off of the One Who Knows, as well as lack of change in type of language used, showed that energy was just in much ALSO PRESENT. Both an act of giving while outright refusing as well. “&– - Perhaps in time you'll see more of what you wish. Perhaps I shall keep you guessing- more fun that way.”

Preparations are in order for the big day, pawns placed across the board, deals made between twisted minds. Friends sharing a common goal. It's just the sort of weird and wild Bill likes to associate with, and seems open to such an idea! Win win!

"THAT'S GREAT AND ALL," Bill begins, eye having squinted at each word. Guess he shouldn't expect anything less, "BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPEAK IN ANYTHING BUT LOVECRAFT? NOT JUDGING, REALLY! JUST THINK IT'D BE FUNNY TO HEAR A BIT OF SLANG FROM YOU. WOULD PROBABLY SHAKE THE WORLD TO PIECES, HUH? ONLY MORE OF A REASON!"