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fantasticworldspod · 1 year

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Get to know our characters! Reign of Winter Edition

Abraxas Hillrunner (he/him) - His name isn’t the only thing about him that’s sick as hell. This werewolf is a powerful druid, a fighter of great skill, and a gourmet chef. Likes: thick men, dragon murder, protecting nature by any means necessary >:) Dislikes: heat, cities, rigid rules.

Andromeda (she/her) - A goofy, child-like human oracle of REDACTED, born and raised in the Hoarwood Forest of Irrisen. Likes: drinking blood, shapeshifting, draining enemies of their lifeforce uwu. Dislikes: overly serious people.

Bayani Mavros (he/him) - Our resident himbo, an oread kineticist with memory loss, he’s still a mystery to us all. Likes: taking care of children, working out, you know... ;) Dislikes: prying into his past, death :(

Buwan (he/him) - Smart, thoughtful, hiding a dark past and a darker power, he’s a half-elf summoner with a gigantic psychopomp bunny wearing an Orville Peck mask for an Eidolon. What’s not to love? Likes: death positivity, reading and learning, good manners. Dislikes: absurdity.

Menet Serbanea (she/her) - A commie Varisian hailing from Osirion, with big biceps and a bigger heart, Menet is a human paladin of Khepri, and follows only her scarab-God’s law. And he hath commanded: ACAB, eat the rich, and keep that clown nose firmly upon thy face. Likes: funny people, studying all sorts of martial arts, revelry. Dislikes: nobility, greed.

Odessa Grenadé (she/her) - A suave ladykiller with a sentient teddybear friend named Jim, a gun that she inherited from her father, and an abundance of secrets. Likes: sliding over cars while she shoots, drinking, carousing, merrymaking. Dislikes: being confronted.

Pippa Locksley (she/her) - Robin Hood but with way more swag and a slicker tongue, our luxury-loving rogue-sorcerer often takes the lead in our diplomatic ventures. Oh yeah, and she has a Sphynx cat familiar that shares her face named Argentea. No big deal. Likes: redistribution of wealth (after she gets her cut, of course), good food and fluffy beds, Calisitrian decadence ;) Dislikes: dirt, discomfort, rudeness.

Get to know them better by checking out our show, Fantastic Worlds: A Pathfinder Podcast. All 100+ episodes (along with our other shows Far Beyond the Stars and Fairytale Fix) are available now on iTunes, Spotify, and anywhere else you might get your podcasts :)

Art by arabird (@AraArt6 on Twitter, arabird_art on Instagram)

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nyxshadowhawk · 5 months

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Hot take: Azathoth is just the Neoplatonic idea of the One, but with scary language.

#azathoth #lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft #neoplatonism #occultism #occult philosophy #theology #philosophy #eldritch gods #occult #esoteric

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eyestrain-addict · 2 years

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For funsies I was designing other eldritch gods as Sucker For Love characters and I had an epiphany-

What if. Yog’Sothoths Avatar.... was a femboy.... what y’all thinkin

#design challenge #character design #character design challenge #i just think sucker for love is the funniest concept ever concieved i dont-#sucker for love #eldritch gods #nyanlathotep #ln'eta #estir #memes #lmfao #lmao

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dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos · 1 year

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"Jane Doe"/"Janey": [appears 29]

Jane Doe, the name this mysterious figure gave to herself, was called forth by the strange cult during a ritual, but became bored with it once the cultists ran out of "decent meat". So now she disguises herself as an introverted woman who works at the candy store with Kevin, friendly and hardworking as she cleans and restocks, until she leaves at the end of her shift to go and consume the souls of those deserving punishment. She occasionally has run-ins with the infamous serial killer Bob Velseb, but she always manages to avoid his attacks or scares him into submission. They are good friends now, and spend time looking for victims to eat, spewing out facts about the human body and galactic horrors beyond our comprehension. Jane lives in Bob's house since she doesn't have the money to buy her own living space, and Bob doesn't mind the company. She doesn't go after children, though they would be easier targets for her, but she sticks to more fatty and thicker substitutes...

Her lower eyelids usually look sucken in or "loose" from her skull, and she does have a weird smirk. But overall, she's fairly pretty, enough to put Roy's mother's curves to shame. She wears oversized and comfortable clothes, so you can't see her curves most of the time.

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asvrodroyx · 2 years

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Art made by my beloved @fanofrandomawesomeness

Nehemiah, Warlock-knight/"Asvrodroyx", the one who thirsts for blood: [old as time itself]

An eldritch deity, who sees herself as a woman, decided to allow a sliver of her true form to come down to the material plane from a lightning bolt that struck a cemetery. That very moment a beautiful, 6"6 dark elven woman with red eyes and lips, long straight black hair with blue highlights, and pale skin emerged from the gate of the cemetery. Some say that the woman is a bloodthirsty vampire; others say that she's a ghost or undead who has unfinished business. But all accusations are false, for the woman who proclaimed herself as a warlock-knight named "Nehemiah" is something far from their comprehension. Forging her armor from the blood, souls, and bones of other weaker gods, and used her own blood to create an adaptable greatsword, she set out to persuade monsters, demons, devils, and the most vile and evilest creatures to join her ever growing army. She uses many spells (that are found in different games such as Skyrim, Dragon's Dogma, Elden Ring, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dungeons and Dragons, etc.) and weapons in battle, and won't hesitate to bend reality to her will if she's getting bored of the fight. Not even death itself can claim her, as her mortal form can and will come back to life in 24 hours. She has a pet shadow mastiff and a hellhound that obey her every order, a large pet fruit bat named Nibbles, and a black unicorn named Noir. Nehemiah also has the ability to transform into a red and black dragon who's body is made of shadows and dark matter, towering over mountains. She managed to take over a large kingdom and allowed its citizens be slaughtered and feed on by her army. During her travels, Nehemiah met Ivan Dorinescu (@fanofrandomawesomeness), a 7" Romanian death knight who is a blacksmith and from a royal background that became corrupted due to slaughtering outsiders that weren't from his homeland and drank their blood. Although he is merciless to anyone he sees as "invaders", he loves his people and trusts outsiders who have gained his respect, such as his dwarf general, Grig. He owns a hellsteed (hellfire horse) named Vlad. [Straight/Straight] (Dungeons and Dragons)

#dnd #dungeons & dragons #death knight #eldritch gods #eldritch #warlock #knight #female knight #evil #hellfire steed #shadow mastiff #hellhound #overlord #warlord #supreme dominator

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platyroonism · 2 months

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but if I'M a traumatized kid and YOU'RE a traumatized kid... who's playing the game!?

#frisk #chara #undertale #i just think the player as some kind of eldritch entity would be sooooo funny. the eldritch god capable of deleting everything #wants to smooch a ghost #also i'm not really a subscriber of 'demon chara' theory/canon #like thematically they DO represent the player or whatever #but also #.... they are just a silly kid :)#who likes chocolate :)#plart

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thestarsarebrighterinthistown · 9 months

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Soojin has a nightmare (first person perspective)

CW: child abuse

Soojin has always been haunted by the After since the day that her entire coven was obliterated as a child. Sometimes it visits her in hallucinations, sometimes in vivid nightmares that weaponize the memories of her childhood against her--memories that are the only thing left she treasures, as complicated as they are.

In the beginning, she didn't tell Younghwi at all, and he didn't care to ask. But after weeks of fruitless searching for answers, and countless nights spent together in what felt like some unspoken limbo, the weight of it all becomes too much.

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There was something familiar about the darkness now. The thick, stuffy air that suffocated me. The feeling of scratchy carpet under my hands, gripping for familiarity in the emptiness that reached out to grab me. I was small, smaller than everyone else, and the world around me towered to close me in.

I wasn’t in my body, but I was crying, and I wanted to get up and rattle the door knob but I knew it wouldn’t open. The person leaning on the other side was too big.

“Stop that, Soojin,” said the door. “You’ll make yourself sick.”

I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to get out.

“The other kids have already gone home. Don’t you want to see your eomma today?”

There was no way to see, but I watched my hands raise in front of me with trembling fingers. I could feel the vibration of power around me, but it was taunting me. Slipping in between my grasp before I could even grab onto it, laughing in my ears. My sobs faltered in my throat, choking me.

There were a few moments where I tried to breathe past the terror squeezing my lungs. Stop crying. Focus. I tried again, until my head began to spin with suffocating heat, and still my hands were empty. Groans of pain pushed past the tears, ripping any air that was left from my lungs.

I can’t do it. I’ll never leave. I’ll die here.

“Stop crying or you’ll be in there forever,” said the door again.

The fear that twisted inside me was palpable, only swelling with the screams of laughter I could hear pounding in my ears coming from somewhere. It was so silent in here, silent for hours, hours of darkness and crying. I’m going to die here.

“You know the rules, Soojin. You can’t come out until I see light under the door.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll do well. I’ll do anything. I hate when you put me in here. I hate you. My hands reached out again, trying to grasp the power around me to concentrate it into something, anything at all.

Then the door handle rattled violently, shattering the suffocating silence. I screamed, shuffling backward in the closet until I felt the thick fabric of coats cover me.

The door spoke again, now the voice was different, familiar. It was everywhere, sinking like claws into the back of my neck. “You can’t do it, can you?”

Something big and heavy was slamming against the door, and the voice of my mother suddenly multiplied into thousands with the laughter around me, like a million insects buzzing in my ear. “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GOOD FOR, YOU PARASITIC LITTLE BITCH?”

I want to get out. I’m sorry.

“YOU COULDN’T DO SHIT WHEN I WAS ALIVE, EITHER. DO YOU THINK I’LL BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU, SOOJIN?”

The darkness became liquid around me, the screams of laughter swallowing me as my lungs filled with sludge. There was nothing to grab onto, no power to summon to my hands. I screamed but I was no longer me, I was being torn apart. This was how it always ended.

A quiet sob was choking me as I was torn awake, my body curled into a shivering heap.

Whatever that thing was, that thing that pretended to be my mom, I could feel the memory of it all around me like spiderwebs on my skin. It’s followed me, was always my thought when I woke up, my only thought. It’s going to take me like it took them.

I opened my eyes, but the darkness still swallowed me whole as I realized the bedside lamp was no longer on like I had left it. Still barely lucid, panic sunk into my chest and burrowed there, tearing my chest open.

The sheets were damp with my sweat as I buried my face in them to shut out the darkness, the sound of that laughter, to suppress my tears in the fabric. Terror still crawled on my skin, stealing my wispy breaths from my nose before I could even catch them.

I was barely aware of Younghwi’s hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. At first my body shrunk from the contact, but then the pressure was all around me and felt warm fabric press against my cheek. The sudden shift of the mattress under me pulled me further from sleep and I realized Younghwi had moved to reach over me to my bedstand.

“Soojin-nim,” he murmured, his voice soft and slurred with sleep but still laced in a familiar urgency. “What’s wrong?” He began to lean away from me again, and as his presence receded, I burrowed my face deeper into the sheets. “Tu… turn on the light,” I forced out, and my voice was dissonant and pathetic in my ears. I couldn’t stop trembling, my words barely coherent and connected.

“It’s on.”

I opened my eyes, feeling tears crackle on my eyelids as I turned my head. Younghwi was next to me, sitting up on his elbow. His hair was unruly over his face, his eyes glazed with sleep as he squinted against the new, soft light that flooded the room. I focused on his features in front of me, the soft constant sound of his breaths, trying to peace them together as lucidity slowly returned to me. He looked more and more familiar, and I was aware now of the way I was gripping the sheets, and the tears that covered my cheeks.

I sat up quickly, sniffing back more tears as I wiped my sleeve quickly over my eyes. I must look pathetic to him. I hadn’t cried in front of anyone in years. It wasn’t as if I had anyone to cry in front of. Even sharing a bed with someone in this motel room still felt odd, and surreal, and wrong. All of this felt wrong.

“What happened?” Younghwi asked again, quiet. His chocolate eyes were fixed on me, soft and attentive with gut-wrenching empathy.

As usual, a million scathing remarks were already at the tip of my tongue. I told you I sleep with the light on, did I tell you to turn it off? Why are you worrying about me like I’m a child? Why are you still here?

I didn’t want to think those things. I didn’t want to say any of that to him at all.

Just like that, the tears came again before I could stop them. I heard a pathetic, soft whine escape my nose, a lump building in my throat and suffocating me before I could stop it. I heaved one breath to control myself, but I was crying all over again.

Stop it, Soojin. Stop crying, damn it.

It was almost comical, the way it all kept coming when I thought there couldn’t be any more. Younghwi watched me choke back the tears as long as I could, and then I was sobbing into my hands like a child.

“Soojin-nim,” he said again, and in that moment his warm, cautious voice saying my name sounded like a lullaby. I don’t know why it made me cry even harder.

Why was he speaking to me this way? Why couldn’t he raise his voice at me, just once?

I heard the rustle of sheets, and then the soft heat of his presence right before he wrapped his big arms around me. He didn’t have to pull me at all; my body fell into his like a rag doll, my face burying in the crook of his neck and the warm thick fabric of his shirt. His grip on me was strong and secure, completely encompassing me. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head as he patted my hair in a slow, even rhythm, like the beat of his heart against my ear.

I cried for a while. I hadn’t thought I was much good at it anymore, and maybe I still wasn’t. The tears came on faint, squeaky breaths and whimpers, barely audible as they were all absorbed into his shirt. I could barely manage anything more than that. Then eventually exhaustion took over again, and my tears were lulled down to dull sniffles as I focused on the gentle pulse of his heartbeat.

After I had controlled myself Younghwi gently let go of me, steadying me by my shoulders as he inspected my face. I looked down at my lap, feeling another wave of humiliation. Whatever he was thinking of me now, I didn’t want to know. Then he reached up, wiping the tears from under my eye with his thumb.

“I don’t know what happened,” he murmured. He sounded like he was grasping for the right words, but the timbre of his voice was steady and sure. “But no one is going to hurt you. I’m here to protect you all night.”

Those words ripped the hole in my chest bigger, almost enough to summon another wave of tears. Logically I knew he was speaking out of obligation, saying words he knew I wanted to hear. Still, there was a selfish conceited part of me that hung onto the tremor in his voice, the furrow of his eyebrows, the possibility that he could really care about what happened to me at all.

Why would you do that for me? I wanted to ask, but nothing could make it past the lump in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I was asking about specifically, anyway. Comforting me, protecting me, using his power to solve my problems, not killing me in my sleep…

And what about that night, when he would have rather tried his luck on his own than stay with me? Maybe he had the right idea.

Despite the deluge of thoughts overwhelming me I just nodded, letting him help me lay back down onto my pillow. The sheets were cold, still damp from my tears, and even when he pulled the sheets over me again I felt a frigid hollowness creeping back up inside of me.

I watched him adjust his own blankets in the dim lamplight and turn to lay back down himself, and the words left me faster than I could stop them.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. My voice was thick and broken with emotion, barely cutting through the silence. I took everything in me to say those two words, but I meant them.

Younghwi paused, turning back to look at me. His sad eyes flickered over my face, as if he wasn’t sure I had spoken there at all.

“I know that I… I haven’t…” I continued, and my eyes began to sting. I didn’t know what I was asking anymore, or where these new tears were coming from. It did feel wrong, sharing a motel room with someone after so long, but the thought of going back to before was worse than ten of those nightmares.

“Whatever it is, you should tell me tomorrow,” he suggested gently. I knew I wasn’t making any sense. Maybe he thought I was still drunk from before.

“No, I just… I know how things have b-been,” I persisted past the lump in my throat. I was determined to make some sense tonight, to regain some of my dignity. “I told you that, that I’m… I’m just like this.”

I said it easily enough before, but now I could barely make my tongue form the words. I’m a bad person.

It didn’t matter. I could see in Younghwi’s eyes that he knew.

“Soojin…” he said.

“Can we just… can we just stay like before, j-just now?”

Those words hung between us, so frail and desperate I could hardly believe they were my own. Younghwi didn’t say anything at all.

He just looked at me for a moment, and then he lifted the covers and shuffled over to lay next to me again. His arm came around me, pulling my face into his chest as his hand rested on my shoulder. I felt the pressure of his chin on my head, a shaky sigh escaping me as all the tension in my body evaporated.

My mind was quiet. The only thing that existed was the feeling the hum of his occasional sigh against my hair, but then I was asleep in an instant.

#my characters #my ocs #ocs #oc:soojin #oc:younghwi #original characters #sunshine x grumpy #t: oneshot #g: whump #g: angst #dark academia #eldritch gods

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anarchist-rat-swarm · 9 months

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Got an interesting take on eldritch horror for all you writers out there. It's a bit of a roundabout schlep to reach the actual idea, but writers tend to be readers so I hold you'll stick with me til we get there.

So, consider a 2D creature. Little flat dude, living on the ground. No concept of "up" or "down." He's 2D, he just doesn't parse the concepts and can't perceive them anyways.

He sees you. What he actually sees is just the 2D cross section of you where you intersect with his 2D world, which is probably your footprints. So, as far as he can tell, you are a pair of footprints that are.... apparently one being? He doesn't get how it works exactly, but it's not too far out there, so he just kind of accepts that, yes, humans are The Two That Are One. Spooky. They always seem to use the singular to refer to the pair of themselves, and only differentiate between themselves as Left or Right. But other paired instances of The Two That Are One are, in fact, separate entities. So they're only in sets of two, unless accompanied by a companion called "Cane," which they are sometimes, or even a pair of companions called "Crutches." When Crutches are present, sometimes one of The Two That Are One will be missing entirely. It's a little confusing.

But wait, what now? They disappear and reappear in sequence, teleporting in turns. He never sees them just move like a 2D being, always the stop-start teleporting. Apparently this strange power is called "walking," and its accomplished by The Two That Are One moving through an unseen dimension called "Up," through a process called "lifting" themselves and re-entering the real world farther away in the direction they wanted to go. He can accept the idea of unseen dimensions, and he vaguely gets the idea that one of The Two That Are One must remain anchored in the real world to prevent something called "falling," which is some kind of uncontrolled movement through the unperceivable dimension of "Down." Which is the same dimension as "Up," but...... backwards? Reversed? He's not really clear, but "Falling Down" is presumably bad, so The Two That Are One keep one of themselves here in the real world to prevent it.

Except if they do something called "jumping." Which consists of gathering up their power to hurl themselves through the Up dimension together to reappear together somewhere else in the real world. He isn't sure why they Walk instead of Jump, since it seems better to take both of The Two That Are One together at the same time, but okay.

Okay, what the hell, they can Walk through impenetrable barriers like the great wall of Sidewalk Chalk? How do they go through that? What? They went "Over?" The hell is "Over?" Like 'around' but through the unseen dimension of Up? But they couldn't Walk through the barrier of Wall. Why could they go "Over" Sidewalk Chalk but not Wall?

And they can't go between the four small obstacles of Refrigerator Feet. The area between them is safe from The Two That Are One, for the four Refrigerator Feet are connected to each other in the strange and eldritch dimension of Up. The barriers are too powerful to be moved by The Two That Are One, and it (they?) cannot enter the real world where it is blocked by such powerful forces.

Got all that?

Okay, now consider a 4 dimensional elder god and how we 3D entities would perceive them.

#writing #eldritch horror #eldritch #elder gods #writeblr #writing prompt

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skullywullypully · 9 months

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Imagine eldritch gods starting an organization called, "Save the humans."

#cosmic horror #eldritch horror #eldritch abomination #eldritch gods #shitpost

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gabriellemkari · 8 months

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She still adores her eldritch patron 🐙

#artists on tumblr #digital art #redo of older work #eldritch #tentacles #old gods #oc #original character

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skyscrapergods · 4 months

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has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

#ask #shire draws #mlp #my little pony #alicorn #alicorns #eldritch horror #skyscraper gods #shire writes #shire screams #skyscraper gods lore #alicorn lore #cosmic horror #cosmic angst #ssg alicorns #ssg luna #ssg pipsqueak

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