Verdigris {Silksong Green Prince FtM TFTG Diary}

What the ALLERGIES. But no allergies? wtf where am I. Glade the Grand is confuzzled.

Why am I in The Green. How does my phone still work. Why did my phone come WITH me.

I’m not complaining about the phone thing. This just feels like Isekai. Weird Isekai stuff. Wasn’t there an Isekai involving some guy bringing a smart phone with him??? idk I don’t remember dying so idk. I would’ve noticed if I got STRUCK BY LIGHTNING or something but NAH. I’m just here in this Green I guess. With no allergies.

idk maybe I’m just going nuts.

I just noticed the date. What. Why’s Zalgo here wtf

I didn’t plan to get Isekaied, let alone to have to do fucking EXERCISE. Why is it so hot I didn’t sign up for this shit. The sun BURNS and this is underground how is there any SUN here I hate it pls get me out. Can something just come eat me already I don’t like this Isekai world.

THERE’S SOCIETY HERE. YAY YAY YAAAAY.

But like. Feels like. Looks like uh.

Like a video game jungle ruins, all stone and stuff, but there’s WIRES for some reason and they led to some dark-ass room filled with computers and shit. And there was a GIANT BUG MAN there. Big humanish bug guy. Big bug. Who somehow speaks English. Or am I speaking whatever he knows bc he seemed pretty confused that we can understand each other too. Everything here’s so WEIRD.

idk but apparently he brought me here bc I passed out. Apparently this place is called “Verdania” and that he’s the “Autumn Prince”. Explains why this place is so GREEN and why he’s all... fall colorsey. Also makes him look sad tho. Apparently all of this tech shit appeared only after he brought me here, soooooooooo Isekai world adjustment??? For me?? I guess??

So this is my room now. Love the computer and mr. royalty over here has no idea how any of this works roflmao. And it all still connects to YOU GUYS! (^ ω ^) You might see a new <3 spicy <3 work from me soon, not like I have anything better to do around here lul

WHY DOES THIS THING KEEP TURNING THE FLASH BACK ON WHENEVER I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE. ACCIDENTALLY FLASHBANGED HIM LMAO SORRY DUDE

There being sunlight down here is BULLSHIT. BULLSHIT, I tell you, BULLSHIT!!! This place is underground, there shouldn’t BE any SUN to be BURNING MEEEEEE ヽ( `д´*)ノ It’s BURNING ME AND COOKING MY BRAIN LIKE AN EGG and my clothes do NOTHING and there’s NO SUNSCREEN. BUT BUT BUT I’ve already got cabin fever. This SUCKS I want to go out but the sun hurts but I can’t stay in because I’ll go crazy.

So I’m GOING OUT. Saw a big lake out the window and it looks pretty and there are big leaves everywhere that I can cover myself in to shield from the EVIL CAVE SUN but wearing these big leaves makes me look stupid so I hope nobody sees me in it.

Or sees me struggle through all of this PARKOUR SHIT to get there. How does anyone here get anywhere, flying? Eugh. At least the lake is pretty. Everything here is green, even the water, even my face reflected in the water. It doesn’t look quite like me for some reason but still feels familiar, not like in an “uncanny valley” way either, but this whole place is weird.

Also this big thing here, too. Didn’t know that these bugs were a bunch of romantics. I can see the prince, but why is the other one headless? Feels like I should know who the headless one is supposed to be… somehow. idk. I should get back because these leaves are starting to feel STICKY and EW.

I am the Autumn Prince. The “blog-runner” never seems to turn her phone off or “log off” of her accounts, so I am deciding to look through her “site” to learn more about her and her original world: The “human” world.

I have a feeling that you wish to know about me and my world, yes? Being truthful, I do not know how this world works. I inexplicably woke up here, in this place that feels like a dream… I do not know why or how for myself, let alone with Glade being brought here. She is no bug. She looked absolutely terrible when she came back from the lake, she lacks our strength, our grace...

I am not sure why I brought her to my palace. I know not of humankind, from a world alien to my own, but she feels… familiar to me, somehow.

...A small drop mixed into a potent brew of pity, I believe. Another trick of this ephemeral, nostalgic world.

In my work to understand her, I looked to learn what she meant by these “<3 spicy <3” works she described making. I may now understand your language, but that does not mean that I innately understand your “slang”. I did not expect for “spicy” to mean… large amounts of pornography between fictional men.

I am not unfamiliar with this kind of art, I am just surprised that she is a creator of such.

...I wonder if she feels any sense of familiarity with me.

My head feels like it got ran over by a train what the fuuuuuuuuccckkk. Why does everything smell like blood. I don’t SEE any blood. Owwwwwwww.

So I wanted to see if “his majesty” had anything. He’s royalty so he should have pain meds or something right? He’s so broody that he sits in front of his throne, not on it. His weird merged two-seat throne, not even sitting on it. Well, he sees me before I can yell at him myself, and he FREAKS OUT. His little antenna were folded back like an angry cat, but he looked like he was looking at a spooky zombie, and he grabs and LITERALLY drags me to some water room and begins pouring water on my head. The water was HOT as FUCK too. Took him way too long to tell me wtf he was so freaked by.

Apparently I’ve got tiny little antenna now? Tiny little things. Itty bitty. And they came from UNDER MY SKIN so it was a LITERAL “splitting headache”. At least the hot water helped a bit. Still hurts tho.

...I actually had some other questions for him, but my head still hurts, so TOMORROW IT IS.

Still feel like ASS but I said I would talk to him today I BLAME YOU (҂ `з´ )

So throne room again, his maj brooding in front of the chair like yesterday. So aaaaallll about that chair… and that statue…

Guess what? Guess whaaaaaaat.

!!!IT’S DOOMED YAOI ALL THE WAY DOWN!!!

I didn’t say that to him. I still have some self-restraint y’know. OK SO

His maj hasn’t really had a fun experience here either. He woke up here, and this place is like… a memory of his original kingdom brought to life through ways he doesn’t know or understand jack about. So back in his actual original kingdom he ruled along with his husband, displaying their love for each other in song and dance, before he ended up sacrificing himself to try and save it… which failed. That doesn’t explain how he and his kingdom got here, but he doesn’t know either, and doesn’t know why his shell is those “autumn” colors, or why I’m here… or why his love that he sacrificed himself for didn’t come with him here, either. Only the “Autumn” Prince, some of his subjects, and a throne that he could not “sit alone”, all without someone whose face continues to fade from his memory...

So yeah DOOMED ROYAL YAOI REAL. AND IT’S BUGS.

And he’s about as clueless about this whole thing as I am. Damn. Neither of us know shit and I made SURE to let him know that. Wanted to hold his claw a bit, some physical comfort, but then I saw a THING and REALLY want you to see it. Made sure to ask him for permission so

He DOES have hands! With little bug fingers! The CUTEST little fingies! LOOKATEM!!! If I ever get my hands on an art tablet, I’ll need to update Vree’s design to give her the SWITCHBLADE BUG FINGIES.

It’s pitch black out and I feel like I’ve been hit by a BUS what the FUCK so lemme try this sleep thing again

This is the Autumn Prince speaking. Tonight is…

So, she was not able to fall asleep properly, either. And she is acting strange.

I was wandering around the palace when I began hearing unfamiliar sounds, not matching those of the other few Verdanians that had been brought with me. Tapping, scraping, dragging, and more, all in a pattern, a rhythm. When I managed to find the source, it was… Glade. Glade, moving with an elegance and grace that she had never shown even a hint of before. Watching her move in such a way, with that heavy human body, feels… nauseating. That dance, those movements…

Watching humans, they should not be able to move that way, like me, like…

Familiarity, yet everything also felt horrendously wrong. Her skin looked much too tight to fit her, as if one errant movement could cause it to begin tearing off, and her antennae were twitching wildly. Was she sleepwalking? In some kind of trance? Has that damned silk reached this kingdom yet again, puppeteering her? I do not know. I simply made sure that she did not see me, and I hope that she does not notice her phone not being in the place she last put it.

...I think that I’m not the only person that this world has changed.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

My everything hurts. I feel like I’m gonna throw up, I somehow slammed my head into the doorframe getting out of my room, my clothes feel weird, and. I. ITCH.

I. ITCH. EVERYWHERE!!!

Yeah, I look like a mess. I don’t even know how I bonked my head on the doorframe, I’ve never been exactly tall… I think I need some fresh air. ttyl

Lake time. Still way too sunny and the glare is KILLIN me, but the water helps a bit with the itching. A bit.

btw something feels weird. I dunno how I had so much trouble getting here last time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it was super easy this time. Maybe the Isekai gods are finally throwing me a bone to keep up with all of the bugs, even if it means me becoming buggy. NOT THAT KIND OF BUGGY.

...My reflection looks... “buggy” tho, and not just antenna stuff. Different but the same but a DIFFERENT same like I should know who it is and that it’s me but it doesn’t look like ME me I think??? idk.

The statue’s still there. Still pretty. Feels creepy tho, feels like the headless one is looking at me. No eyes to even look at me WITH idk.

THE ITCHING IS BACK FUUUUUCCCKKKK _(´ Д `」∠):_

At least I saw something funny when the ITCHY HELL woke me up in the middle of the night. CHECK IT. I CAUGHT HIS FALLNESS SLIPPING INTO MY ROOM, GETTING ON THE COMPUTER, AND LOOKING UP YAOI.

He’s got good taste, too.

AAAAND I didn’t get caught >:P

Time to try and sleep through the ITCHY HELL again. This itching can GO TO HELL.

The Autumn Prince is speaking yet again. Today was… interesting.

Glade’s left arm fell off without any warning. We were discussing the nature of this strange space we’ve both awoken in, when I heard a squelching thud. She did not notice until I directly pointed it out to her. Apparently, she did not feel it at all, still scratching around the stump… Is the itching dulling all of her other senses?

That was not the only bizarre part of it. When she was looking at the severed limb more closely, she said that there was something odd about the limb itself: Apparently it completely lacked bones. Unlike bug-kind with our shells, humans have their skeletons on the inside, and she told me that the complete lack of bones she could find made no sense. If the arm came off without taking the bones with it, then the bones would have been visible and still connected to her shoulder, but it was neither that or inside the arm itself.

Something is very wrong with her. The antennae were already strange, humans are not supposed to have those, but one of her appendages detaching as if she was rotting while still alive while seemingly missing vital physiological components… Whatever is happening to her, it is much more than whatever changed the color of my shell.

She will need to stay in her room until my subjects and I can truly understand what is happening to her. If this goes correctly, then you should not be hearing from me for a long time.

...But if I do talk to you all again, I will begin the “blog post” with this: ov̌o. I do not feel good about this.

This ITCHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WORSE THAN HAVING ONLY ONE ARM FUUUCK I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT `A´ I CAN TEXT WITH ONE HAND JUST FINE BUT NOW I HAVE LESS MEANS TO SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH

Where’s it go anyway I saw it disappear but I didn’t see anyone cleaning it up it’s like it just blipped out of existence or something I don’t fucking know maybe I’ve just lost so much blood that I’m going bonkers crazy and literally everything hurts and everything feels wrong and nothing makes sense my head hurts my antenna thingies keep going CRAZY like they’re trying to scan for some kind of info memory thing that I am supposed to already know clearly but I don’t know WHAT and they’re being pinched or crushed and that hurts and I still ITCH ITCH ITCH ITCH

And I still need to SLEEP I need to sleep this off it should be better tomorrow morning and I’d rather just be DEAD than wake up still feeling like this.

Y’know, I always wondered why nothing about me felt “right”.

Before I got taken here, to Verdania, I mean.

My… “spicy” stuff. I was always projecting myself into them, like I... belonged in them, directly in those relationships, taking one of the pair’s places. Not as some outsider that they’d never have any interest in. I think I’m starting to get it, now.

Because I’m a prince, too.

- ov̌o

I had guardians set up, I do not know how she escaped. She cannot be physically stable enough to be able to survive out there for long, she has lost so much blood, and she did not even bring her phone with her when she always has it with her. Why would she leave it behind now? Does she want me to do something with it?

She left a message on the computer, for me to meet her at the statue lake, alone… and she calls herself a “prince”. If that is really what she wants, I will go, and I will tell you all what I see.

- ov̌o

So she got here successfully. It is so dark… but her silhouette is clear, and it looks wrong. Too tall, gangling, distorted, warped as if forcibly stretched. I need to show you.

...I thought I turned the flash off.

It is not just her proportions, her bleeding flesh… now those empty eyes. Those eyes, her antennae, all pointed straight at me. With all of her focused gaze, it as as-if she did not catch my actual question, as to why she came here, how she got out…

Then she said my name.

Not my royal epithet, named after the color of my shell. My actual name.

Which she has no business knowing, and nor do any of you all.

Something is happening inside, under her skin, giving no mercy to it. Both skin and clothing torn, staining everything red, but still with no bone visible when some should be. She cracks and twitches like a fraying wooden doll, but that smile remains on her face like she is not feeling any of it.

I have a feeling that none of you are going to like seeing this.

...Her face split in half right after I put the picture here. Is she doing this on purpose? Treating this horrific mutilation like some kind of... joke?

I do not see anything beneath the rip except for red. No skull… so what are the antennae attaching to? And they are… Wait. Her antennae were not small, they just had not come all the way out until now. Long, thin, curved ones tearing her face in half with their full emergence. Blood-stained, but their shape, they feel so… Hm...

I feel ill.

But I cannot bring myself to stop writing.

She… is… reaching into her severed arm stump and pulling something out. It is longer and thicker than her remaining arm, with her human hand replaced by a claw and coated in a shell that started out pale and soft before hardening in the air. Even through this darkness and the thick blood coating in, I can tell that its structure is much like my own, like my own arms, except…blue and green…

She is outgrowing her skin. I feel on the verge of throwing up… How does she keep smiling? Even as something tears her shoulders apart and all of the skin above her chest sloughs away… Her remaining human arm fell off, too, replaced by another green claw. Her shoulders and chest are so unnaturally broad compared to what was still unchanged. These proportions are abominable for a human…

Her shoulders were covered in a spined ridge, similar to my own, but… green, again… like…

Taller, so much taller than she was before this, like she was… “growing into” her altered parts. Even with how thin everything changed below her chest was, covered in a segmented yellow shell, those lithe blue-and-black-shelled legs, the yellow-shelled abdomen… These structures are like my own. She’s becoming a bug, the same kind of bug as me, but still different, yet somehow so familiar…

I am familiar with the smell of blood, being coated in it after a successful dance of death in my original life. I am just not used to such an intense metallic smell…

She simply… casts away her old flesh, as if she was discarding useless clothing. Her stance was wobbly yet still stable, somehow proud, even when the disgusting changes claimed her head. Her neck grew thick and long while gaining a yellow shell, and that ragged flesh that clung to her head finally fell away. Large, lidless white eyes, the short beak, the green shell…

That laugh as… he… stood so tall…

I don’t unders

He interrupted me while I was writing.

It is… him, my lost beloved. That laugh, those antennae, that speed and grace as he brought a metallic-smelling haze with him in what felt like less than a second, claw a mere inch from my face in halted slash. The way he looked at me, the way his antennae curled in… Translating it into a human expression, a smile.

Then he passed out.

...I think that we both need to, as Glade has referred to before, “sleep it off”. All of you probably should, too. This entry of mine is rather grotesque… but I believe that I’m starting to understand why Glade was always making updates and taking pictures. I will wash him off, wash myself off, and just… sleep. This was exhausting. Something is so loud, but not the sound of some wild beast, some kind of sharp pulsating clear in my hearing, like a heartbeat. If it is a heartbeat, then I cannot tell if it is his or my own.

...You need to see this.

Hey, sleepyhead.

He has become green… like me. Different shades, but similar all the same.

I will talk to all of you later. He and I need to catch up… and relax. This has been a long, interesting few days…

Apologies for the delay… if it was even something that you beyond the screen noticed. Time is strange here, after all.

I believe that it is time for me to explain… everything, at least that I recall. To you and to my fellow prince, my newly-molted Prince of Spring…

The world, seemingly every world, is made of layers: The common world, the Abyss, and the Void. That which is known, that which is obscured, and the sea that hungers. If one manages to dive through to the bottom of that ravenous sea with one’s mind and will intact, however, then another layer is revealed, an endless expanse made out of pure “soul” that can be shaped by a strong will. The Void hungers for soul, and unprotected wills and minds do not survive the Void… but somehow, when I died, I found myself deep in that sea.

Something, its appearance I cannot recall, came to me in that sea. It spoke to me. It gave me something, an offer for me, a desire to fulfill my own wish. A deal, a pact that required a sacrifice from me for it to act. I… just wanted to see my love, my kingdom in its prime, again. My own sacrifice, when my love’s own ended up meaning nothing. It told me that it would bring it all back, but it would require me to live in a completely alien world for… some period of time. I do not remember what the time frame it gave me was, if it told me at all, but I accepted the deal. Like it was an instinct bursting out from deep within me…

It did not tell me that my mind would be warped, my original memories faint and hazy like an old dream, when I was sent to your world. That is how “Glade”, that human identity that you are familiar with, was created. It made good on its promise to bring me here after the promised time had passed, which led to me properly remembering my original life, along with having to shed the manufactured identity and form… gruesomely. I made sure to apologize to my husband for that, and the mania that took hold of me and carried away my sensibilities.

I do not know what to do with this site. I have a feeling that you, more used to… pornography and silly cartoon bugs, did not come here to watch the married life of a royal arthropod. Hahah… My husband does not know what he would do with it, either. This will most likely be the last post here for a long time.

Aye… Farewell for now. From both of us.