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queen-in-blue · 9 months
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Caleb had been walking for a while, he honestly didn’t know where he was after being teleported out of place, he knew that he wasn’t on Earth anymore and as he walked he heard a sound and immediately pulled out his shotgun to point at the source of the sound, hoping it wasn’t something that would attack him.
(Sorry for not rping for a while, I was busy with a lot of stuff but I had made a new rp blog with a character that isn’t well known)
It was a strange place. All around him was what seemed to be lush rainforest. Above him, black, purple, and silver stars shone in a deep navy blue-purple sky. Slowly the forest seemed to come alive, the plants bloomed and released sweet smells. The faint scent of water could be smelled through it. There was a river nearby.
There was a stag like beast that was patrolling the area. Tall, with skin like a mix of fur and fish scales. Ram like horns crowned the beasts head. The tail was long, with a fin toward the end.
It seemed to watch the stranger, pawing at the ground at the sight of his weapon.
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macabrecabra · 7 months
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LOVECRAFTOBER: DAY FIVE: Gobogeg, The Moon Ladder
Affiliation: Court of Yog-Sothoth
I always liked the desing for Gobogeg, so of course, going to include them in the fun! A pillar of flesh and space, holding within them a terrifying black hole of destruction, Gobogeg is a rather powerful Great Old One and member of Yog-Sothoth's court.
They are the second oldest spawns, half sibling to Gloon, Hastur, and Urm-At-Tawil and take the most after Yog when it comes to overall appearance. They have a moon for an eye and an every growing body that rises as they rip apart the planet, giving them the moniker of "The Moon Ladder'. Gobogeg has a habit of acting like a know-it-all and can be a rather smug bastard when it comes to things. When upset, they rip open their own spine to expose the gaping black hole at their core.
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kosenart · 7 months
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This week's deity? Vorvadoss! Didn't know the mythos have it's own fire deity...
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rabbit-surfboard · 9 months
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Is the OG The King in Yellow like a legible book? S2 of Malevolent got me on Wikipedia trying to read about the Cthulhu mythos again and it's reminding me of how incomprehensible most old weird horror is. Tbh the oldest written horror I've been able to actually enjoy was the Telltale Heart, Poe was at least interpretable if not super interesting
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p0rkguts · 2 months
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The sillies all in a little line ....
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Lovecraftian Influence in ORV
On a sleepy bus ride, a few months ago, I was peacefully listening to the s2 this BBC podcast called The Lovecraft Investigations(the name of s2 is "The Whisperer in Darkness").
It is a mystery thriller/horror fiction podcast created, written and directed by Julian Simpson, based on the modernization of several works of H. P. Lovecraft & presented as a podcast-within-a-podcast in which the two hosts of the Mystery Machine, a true crime podcast investigating cases related to the occult and conspiracy theories.
I was listening to ep6 at that time & some minutes in, the podcast describes a "series of things" that strongly remind me of ORV, all traces of sleepiness gone. (following text snippets have been taken from the Pleasant Green wiki, with some additions by me):
Eleanor explains that Nyarlathotep is supposedly the avatar of Azathoth, an entity that is dreaming the universe into existence. But Azathoth is unaware of this? Nyarlathotep goal is to trick humanity into opening a portal to Azathoth's Dreamlands and let Azathoth enter our reality, an act that would send the human race into collective insanity...
The episode definitely goes into more detail but I'm too lazy to do a transcription now. However, I think this short summary from the ep does race a few flags- entity who dreams the universe into existence? avatar of the entity? HEY THIS IS SIMILAR TO MAD & SECRETIVE PLOTTER.
I tried to find if anyone else on the internet(a common fan of Lovecraft & ORV) had noticed this & I found one, very detailed post on Reddit. This confirmed my suspicion & also fueled my curiosity more- I had to see for myself how deep the links went.
so.i.researched...hehe
(contd. in part 2)
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himbo-in-limbo · 2 years
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Some Cthulu mythos art ✨
I freaking love Azathoth
I should draw him at some point
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mrporg · 29 days
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I have loved Lovecraft's novels for a very long time. It is only "recently" (a few years ago) than I have learnt that he was not a very nice fellow, to put it midly.
However, irrespective of his many faults, you can't deny that he had a way with words. He could, in a sentence or two, inspire true cosmic horror. Here are some of my favourite quotes:
"Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl." (The Festival)
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die." (The Nameless City)
"The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's gods." (The Other Gods)
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far." (The Call of Cthulhu)
"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen". (The Dunwich Horror)
"When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die." (The Call of Cthulhu)
"I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to the sun and air." (The Call of Cthulhu)
"It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests." (At the Mountains of Madness)
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And it's not from Lovecraft, but here's an extract I really love from the The Laundry Files, a modern revisiting of the Mythos set in Britain.
It is 2314 hours BST on a Saturday night in London when the Duty Officer’s phone terminal displays the message. The Duty Officer tonight is, as usual, sitting alone in the Duty Office in one of the decontaminated wings on the second floor of the New Annex. First he checks the origin of the message and verifies the caller ID by hand from the official (printed, top secret) departmental phone book. This takes him approximately thirty seconds. Having authenticated the sender, he then looks up a second number. Then he picks up the telephone handset and calls it. [Ed. a chain of calls later…] In an aircraft hangar at Filton, not far from the Bristol Channel, a phone that should never ring begins to buzz in the ready room office, causing a man who wears a blue uniform to break into a cold sweat as he picks up the handset. He frowns intently as he notes the call in a logbook, pen clenched between white fingertips, not once looking at the sleek white shape that fills the hangar floor beyond his office window. If he did, he’d see a sudden burst of movement as the engineers on the night shift begin the ground prep checklists for a mission that should never fly.
(The Nightmare Stacks, Charles Stross)
I find the ideas of a phone that should never ring and a mission that should never fly to be truly terrifying.
There's something to be said about horrors which are so beyond anything we could conceive of, that humanity's best efforts and weapons might be completely powerless against them. When you factor in that these entities have no more consideration for us than what we have for bacteria… it just makes my head spin.
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radstarsaur · 4 months
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Cthulu, the Dreamer of R'Lyeh
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mugenfinder · 2 years
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Labyrinth by Pre-to A magician who lost her sanity and became linked to an old god. She was implanted with the brood of Eihort which kills the host when it hatches, but she survived by fusing herself with it. Now she seeks to brainwash and implant others with Eihort's brood.
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Based off of a Cthulu Tabletop RPG Campaign with Touhou characters where they all played with negative sanity values. The Alice role-player (Pre-to?) fused with Eihort's brood and began stealing armor and parasitizing people.
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deliciouslydark · 1 year
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Yog Sothoth by TRXPICS on DeviantArt
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b0n3l3ssbaenanas · 1 year
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1902 by Johannes Winston Wiley
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I've never met an adult who understands children, which I find particularly ironic given the fact they used to be one. Perhaps they forget as they grow old. Either way they don't ever seem to get that we have a depth of understanding that eludes them. Like tonight, for instance, where I sit and stare at the night sky entranced by these collections of stars called constellations. 
I hear my mother calling me, telling me I should come to bed, but I'm certain she doesn't see the cracks like I do. She doesn't see the things that look down at us through the transparent globe that is the sky. But I do. 
I see the mannish thing, with vast tentacles and dragon-like wings. I see the amorphous darkness laughing at the chaos of its darkening stars. I stare at the sky, and into the depths of space and I'm met with the sensation of futility of man's search for meaning. 
They'll say I'm too young, too naive to truly understand this world. But I don't really want to understand this world. I want to understand all of the worlds beyond this one. 
So I stare at the stars, just beyond the mausoleum of my ancestors so that I can stand out of reach from all of the adults who'll try to hold me down. My father had gone mad to get me this book, but I'm glad he had. It whispers such promises to me. It sings to me of travels to starry places, lands beyond tomorrow. It recites to me poetry of unnameable deities and unfathomable wars beyond the stars, like some fair faceless Achilles. I struggle to make out all of its words, but to me it only needs one. It connects me to my father and to the stars beyond. I have so many ideas, some of them more terrifying than the last, and to some I may be but a child but to this book I'm Abdul Alhazred, the mad translator of its wonders. My purpose across all of my life will be to tell of all the secrets it has whispered to me.
But even as I do so, no matter how old I grow or how much I forget, I recognize that they will only ever see me as a child, a teller of tall tales. And compared to the many shapeless things the book has shown me, I cannot disagree. I may be but a storyteller, but I believe with all my heart that they will remember me when they look at the stars. I hear the songs supposedly that exist only in the spheres of heaven and when that fades I hear my mother calling me back inside to go back to bed.
"Howard Phillip Lovecraft! You get back in here this instance, young man! You're going to catch a cold!"
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silvandar · 2 years
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Currently hyperfixating on a very old game I have not played
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sharkbitesteve · 2 years
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The French Lieutenant's Cthulu
A3 private commission, pen & ink
The brief was 'do something cthulu-themed.' I started thinking about The Shadow Over Innsmouth, which naturally led me to The French Lieutenant's Woman movie poster...
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acealchemist · 1 year
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I'm honestly getting tired of people and "old ones" alike going around like "Oh I speak R'lyehian, look at me! Y''m og lloigog!" without even understanding that R'lyehian is a dialect of localised Eldritch which in and of itself is derived from Simplified Elder Speech and STILL getting the pronunciation wrong half the time!
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