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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE HUMANFUCKER!WYRM LORE IM SO IMVESTED ON THIS??? MY EYES ARE NOW WIDE OPEN WHEN I FINISHED READING THAT POST IM ON MY KNEES PINNIE

I NEED TO KNOW MORE

FINALLY. YES YES YES- An opportunity to be unhinged about Wyrm. Give me a sec, all these thoughts are scrampled and I need to make them sensical.

First, I have to say that a good portion of this is heavily based on Hoops, String and Other Placebos, so no, the concept is not entirely mine at all. Also, this is insanely off-character and canon. It's also made with a female reader in mind.

Putting this very long mess under a read more...

So, quite like the fic, reader gets somehow thrown into this unknown world full of sentient bugs and whatnot, yadda yadda- A very painful adaptation process follows wherein you have to learn to live there, and blend in. I have in my head that you spent a good portion of your first months or so here known as a "beast" from the depths of Deepnest. You're much bigger than basically every bug in this entire place, not to mention a lot more dense and therefore stronger, so not much constitutes as a threat to you. To survive, you probably had to eat bugs at some point. Because, let's face it, these poor people never saw a human before, they're either scared shitless or attempt to kill you anyway. You don't feel too bad about it, telling yourself you act in self-defense.

You eventually start gathering the material possessions of perished bugs, including one who had a mask big enough that it could fit on your face. You've also befriended a small group of weaverlings by tentatively feeding them. I have a design for the way the reader "looks" in this scenario.

Let me explain a few things about you.

To the few bugs that have bothered to know your person, you are addressed as Venne, or Woevenne. You coined the name when you were pressured to introduce yourself, remembering your weaverlings and the reputation you had acquired along time as a strange "bug" with many woes. At the time, it sounded ridiculous to you, but everyone you got to know seemed to accept it instantly, some even going as far as to compliment it. The mask you wear is one you picked up from a long-perished husk, painting a couple of patterns on it both out of creative impulse and to distinguish yourself from the previous bug who wore it, in case anyone could recognize the mask. The cloaks you wear share tints of red, purple and pink, you've mastered how to arrange them in a way that leaves no inch of skin exposed. Even when your hands must be used, your weaverlings managed to craft very delicate silk gloves that hide the coloration of your skin- Though nothing can mask the malleable nature of your digits/hands;

You avoid speaking for a multitude of reasons. You've learned from experience that your voice carries itself in a much more imposing way than any other bug's. They say you're loud, that the vibrations of your vocalizations resonate within rooms, shake the people near you. You never thought being "too clear" was a real issue, but it seems that is the case. This tends to intimidate most bugs, with some either branding you a beast or questioning if you are of higher status. Not only that, human voices apparently have a wider range of pitch than a good portion of bug vocal chords, the ranges your voice can reach beffudle some bugs. Noises such as whistling, clicking your tongue and popping your lips rise unwanted attention as well. You have taken to remaining quiet for the most part to not raise suspicion, though unfortunately, this silence makes others fear you more when paired with different uncanny features of yours;

As I mentioned before, you hold a level of strength that is concerning to most bugs in Hallownest. Even if certain breeds are bigger and wider than you, they are nowhere near as compact and dense as a human. You could lift a watcher knight if you tried, you could rend their flesh from its shell. You can and have cracked the masks of many, deformed chitin beyond repair even. It is easy to kill bugs, have you ever a need for such. It's not much of a problem, since you avoid touch as much as possible. Direct contact with you will instantly let others know you are "weirdly soft" and inordinately warm. Bugs will still gawk when you casually move something that would otherwise require a herculean level of strength for them. Sometimes you have to pretend to be burdened, not that you're very good at it;

Most bug magic does nothing to you. This is purely because their brand of magic requires a connection to function properly. A projectile blade cannot pierce you because you have no "soul" which is compatible with the attack, therefore it simply phases through your person as if you are nonexistent. Healing magic also does little to nothing for you, so that's a downside. Regal seals meant to block pathways will have no effect for you either, you can venture into places that are usually off-limits for all and can even touch or harm objects supposedly protected by high-level seals. This makes you a bit of a hazard, and it is one of the blaring clues to others that you may not be a bug at all. Are you overpowered? Yes. Do I care? No, it's funny, let me be cringe;

You tower over most bugs. Including the Pale King. You're basically almost as big as Root herself.

Changes I made to the Pale King

My ""interpretation"" of PK is not canon compliant physically speaking thanks to the height I have given him. Everything else about his structure can be excused and safely incorporated given he wears robes that eclipse basically his entire form. What I can try to do, is use degeneracy to explain this sudden development (because, let's face it, at the end of the day this is largely made for porn purposes). Like sure, in the beginning Wyrm is rather small and rounded, maybe even quite worm-like, but he honestly dislikes his incarnation in spite of what his wife and consorts may have to say regarding it. Selfish as he is, he finds a way to induce changes in his form, via the bodies of others. Hence why he initially starts eating others. It started as just criminals going missing, but as his form shifts to something more regal and desirable, his appetite opens up and he starts taking people that just get on his nerves, then vessels, then just outright random bugs. Hence why he suddenly starts gaining a lot more height and refined structure in his form. He grows stronger and elegant the more he consumes. When asked about it, Wyrm excuses it all on a molting process that's been a long time coming;

Coming as a surprise to probably no one, I made Wyrm into a bit of an arrogant cock, a very fake king who seems calm, collected and benevolent to his subjects but is actually a very rotten, angry man deep down. You get to see this basically in your first moments alone with him.

How you get to meet him

I'll admit, since I never took this too seriously, there's a gap in logic I haven't quite worked out here yet, which is how exactly you get in contact with the king.

My current vein of thought is that someone discovers you're not a bug in public and gets a scene started, guards are called to capture you. Afraid of certain death, you retaliate, eventually accidentally killing someone in your attempts to break free, before you're swiftly hit unconscious by someone who finally manages to fetch enough blunt force to knock you out. The reason you're directly lead to the king is because you're deemed too dangerous to stay with just trained guards, seeing as you easily ripped one to shreds, and the rest only managed to get you because you froze in shock at your own actions. The King is probably strong enough to handle you, they think, plus he'll know what to do with the likes of you.

The thing is, you're delivered to Wyrm's office during a phase where he's extremely stressed out for a variety of reasons. The infection's spreading, his subjects are starting to question him, and his marriage with the queen is hanging by a very thin thread due to both their actions in an effort to stop the infection. Wyrm doesn't want to have to deal with this supposed ""beast"" that honestly just looks like a large, quiet bug to him. You're even civil, whatever is the point about making such a fuss, can't his people see he has bigger fish to fry?! Of course they can't, because they're like needy, dependent, intolerable children who can't do anything for themselves! Nonetheless, he thinks about simply executing you, but he's sure you'll be hard to kill, and Monomon would likely strangle him if he didn't let her have a chance to study you up close. But Wyrm doesn't have the time to make preparations to send you over either, there's just no time in his life to deal with you.

What ends up happening is that he forces you to stay in his office, whether he's working or not. He makes servants brings food by, he lets you bathe yourself (though with him there, it's sort of invasive, even if you're offered a mockery of privacy via curtains), it's awful but it's not the worst, you're just very confused as to why you're essentially held hostage in a cage inside the king's office. The more time passes, the more stressed and depressed he gets, spending more time in the office with you. He's frustrated, you get to see Wyrm throw massive fits, destroy his own property, going as far as to stay inside those very same walls essentially the entire day- Not working, purely as a means to escape his responsibilities and especially avoid his wife.

It's odd for you to see this, pitiful even. You never though you'd pity a God-King.

Eventually, perhaps in his loneliness and mania, the king starts talking to you. You don't really converse back, soured that he kind of treats you like a mindless brute, but you let him rant and rave about what drives him up the walls, about how his kingdom is nothing but a huge disappointment and he was expecting so much more and everything's out of control and he hates his fucking wife- It's honestly so amusing. You find yourself listening avidly to these little spiels, nodding along every now and then to let him know he's not talking to thin air. More and more, the Pale King begins finding it cathartic to vent his feelings to the supposed beast in his office. The "beast" that hasn't tried to harm him once, that behaves like any other person, that listens and agrees with him- Really, you're better than most of his subjects at this point. He's glad they brought you here.

Wyrm gets so comfortable that he starts talking to you about things he shouldn't. About how he sometimes eats his own peasants and servants. He might be a bug now, but he was once a formidable, massive god entity, and his instincts still flare up from time to time, so he indulges a couple of forbidden meals here and there. You won't judge him, will you Venne? You've eaten bugs before too. He can tell. He talks about how much Root gets on his nerves nowadays, how he wishes he could simply separate from her but that would further ruin the kingdom's very tenuous calm and disorient their plans for dealing with the Radiance... You won't say a peep about this to anyone, of course, you're always so quiet. Even if you did, Wyrm could easily convince most of the idiots he rules over that you're simply a lying, poisonous creature trying to slander him.

Overtime, the Pale King gets so sick, so tired, so stressed and angry with everything happening outside his office, that he starts romanticizing you. You're the only positive constant in his life anymore. His silent listener, his source of peace. He can be himself around you, and you never seem to judge him, or at least you don't care to, but that's a freedom he doesn't have with anyone else. He likes how warm you are compared to the usual coldness that follows him everywhere. You hardly say a word but you're so alive... One day, he demands to see you uncloaked. You hesitate naturally, but this bug is already such a freak, would the sight of a bare human really scandalize him? At most, he'll be disgusted and that'll be the end of it. Au contraire...

Wyrm is stupefied when he first sees you. Everything about you reminds him of the Root, but even more alluring. Your body is softer, more inviting than hers ever could be. Your eyes may not be as big but they shine brighter with a fantastical color to them, you have these wonderfully plush-looking lips with very strong teeth behind them. Even the mane of hair on your head, it contrasts with the rest of you but flows beautifully (let's face it, you probably don't get the opportunity to take cut it much)... There's these appendages on your chest that fascinate him endlessly, a strange crease on your belly and your genitals certainly seem built different than a bug's. He thinks you're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. What a fool he was, thinking you to be some brute beast, when you're actually a goddess. He falls in love near instantaneously, seeing you is the final nail in the coffin for his sanity.

You're now the mad king's object of desire, and in his mind, the queen's replacement.

His lust is also immediate, and instead of keeping himself chaste, Wyrm will take any opportunity he can to touch you. He's not gentlemanly about it either, unlike anything you'd expect from someone of kingly status, this guy rubs his hands everywhere on you while he speaks, slurring about how pretty and full you are, how he'll stuff you full of his eggs one day, acting like a completely lovestruck pervert. You allow him to do this, because you've grown attached during your months in captivity, he's also been the one constant thing in your life. And maybe, just maybe, you also think he's elegant, in a way. It's been so long since anyone looked at you with love in their eyes, it's been so long since you were wanted, appreciated for who you are as opposed to the carefully woven facade you wear. You let yourself indulge, the two of you budding a sickly romance amidst a dire situation.

Excuses are continually made so the king can keep you around. Oh, he's studying you personally. He's testing if you can be affected by this type of magic or if you react to void- He needs to evaluate your strength- But the best one, aka, the thing that makes people not question your continued presence too hard, is when he says you must be kept around because you're immune to the infection... And the more time he spends "picking you apart" in his office (fucking you stupid more like), the faster alternative cures may be reached! Soon, you're accompanying him everywhere.

Some of the king's consorts spot rare instances in which Wyrm forgets to be stoic around you, moments where his carefully-contained hysteria surfaces and he coos something at you, holds your hand even. Murmurs spread, you start being referred to as a "concubine" of sorts, a plaything, a mistress even. While the queen herself never paid you much mind, you know it's only a matter of time before she catches wind of the palace's gossip, until she starts questioning why Wyrm is ever so distant and always so irritated when you're away, why he won't even kiss Root anymore.

You feel a bit like a homewrecker, but at the same time, you have nothing to lose ever since you were dropped into this world. Why not let her find out and watch the fallout of a royal marriage brought to ruin?

[If you've read this far, I honestly applaud you, because this is the basic gist of my brainrot so far.]

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