#Eldritch IT Fiber Art

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

I’ve blocked out this scarf and I can’t get the diagonal ends quite straight but it feels nice to do. The problem with the fishnet pattern is because it’s essentially a grid it’s painfully obvious where I messed up stitches, and the other problem with the project in general is I didn’t realize that the two yarns I used had different elasticity. I would have liked to make it longer but it was hard to gauge length and how it might differ given what yarn im using vs what the pattern used.

But! We live and learn, and next time we’ll make sure to use the same type of yarn. So I’ve learned to pay attention to yarn when I’m using more than one yarn.

The other thing I learned is that god having wires for blocking makes things so much easier. I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before. Or using foam blocking boards instead of cardboard scraps. Sure it cost more but in the long run I’ll get way better results with wires and mats than trying to do my best freehand with cardboard.

I’ll get some better picks once it’s done blocking.y crafting area is in the basement where there’s not much light.

[fox-graves]

Farewell to this older piece! He's off to his new home...

Who knows... maybe I'll design and make a new cthulhu...

[hedge-bones]

Inspired by ‘Meddling Kids’ by Edgar Cantaro

I wish the black velvet came across better the pics because the texture on the fabric adds such nice dimension!

[quinceandquail]

Corgthulhu wip!

[pop-six-squish]

I made a basket full of friends !

One eyed monster pattern by Crafty Intentions - Rose pattern by Petite Maille

Bonus:

[ofmdjanuaury]

Welcome to OFMD AU-gust! Check out the prompts and start creating 💙

Rules and text version under the cut!

RULES:

Any OFMD fan creations count! Fic, art, dioramas, bakes…

You can do one day or all of them, and use as many prompts from the day as you want!

Tag everything #OFMDAU-GUST

Every time you post something, try and comment on someone else’s, too!

You can post any prompt any day AFTER that prompt’s official day! So you can post Improv fics any day after 8/1, but you can’t post theatre fics till 8/31.

HAVE FUN!

Text version of the prompts:

1. Mechanic | Mail Carrier | Improv

2. Fantasy | Solarpunk | Fiber Arts

3. School Staff | Art Model | Taxidermy

4. Social Media | Tentacles | Identity Theft

5. Music/Band | Specific TV Show | Jumanji

6. Journalism | Specific Movie | Planetarium

7. Phone Operator | Rennaissance | Y2K

8. Sports | Ancient | Pacific Rim

9. Medicine | Aquarium/Zoo | Makeup Artist

10. Celebrity | D&D | Gig Worker

11. Science Fiction | Superheroes | Birdwatching

12. Coffee Shop/Bakery | Magical Girl (gn) | Influencer

13. Restaurant | Medieval | Eldritch Horror/Cryptid

14. Science | Place-Based | Weed Guy (gn)

15. Porn Star | Specific Book | Natural Disaster

16. Crime/Mob | Specific Cartoon | Drag/Burlesque

17. Farm/Rural | Time Travel | Polar Explorer

18. Small Business | Apocalypse | Stargate

19. Writer | 19th Century | Escape Room

20. Law | Nightclub | Professional Cuddler

21. Rebels | Zombie | Desert Island

22. Bar | Ghost Hunters | LARP

23. Transit | Daemon | Community Meeting

24. Archeology | Aliens | Paint and Sip

25. Epistolary | Public Access TV | Gas Station

26. Neighbors | Heist | Reality TV Hosts

27. Noir | Grocery Store | Blacksmith

28. Disney | Olympics | Sentinel/Guide

29. Boats | Non-Anglophone Place | Lumberjack

30. Canon-Divergent | Gardening | Kink Club

31. Theatre | Free Space | Someone Else's Universe

(Thanks to yerbamansa for reminding the mod to be accessible!!)

[marlutterianae]

Bosco the Flayer of Fiends.

Sealed by the eldritch epidermal embracer, flayed and carved meticulously from the carcasses of slain fiends, The Butcher of Phobos musters up the primal pulsations of the Flesh Suit, becoming a beast chimeric predation, humanity sealed under skin.

Daggers ready to unleash the Slayer's Flourish, an exaltation of his muscle fibers that extend his sensorial reception in order to react with uncanny grace, to emerge from the miasmic veiling of volcanic fumes, preparing the the warrior's waltz against his stalked prey, coveting its cranium and carnal mantle.

"A worth of a hunter measured by its baneful blood-shot eyes! Mutated to see through bodies! Measured greatly by its thick disguising second flesh that mysteriously masks its terrifying truth! Secrets cloaked beneath the epidermal veil! Yet his void remains unfilled and his senses not keened! Mutilated hopes whose pieces are nailed down in its fractured psyche! Come, Butcher, Flayer of Fiends! Pick up the pieces of your glory, even when daylight's lethal when the mind is not free!"

Songs of Glory by Praetoria Gloriosa - The Flying Butcher of Phobos.

Art by Ahmonza: https://x.com/Ahmonza12 / https://www.artstation.com/ahmonza

[shadowthian]

I should make a pinned post huh!!

Heya, I'm Shadow/Dave. 25, He/They/It pronouns please. Current hyperfixation is ContentSMP, with interest in Regretevator.

You may have seen me from NyxSMP, our modded minecraft roleplay where I played as the eldritch catdoggirl Shadow. I love doing improv voice acting, and hopefully soon I can start making little charms and pendants to sell. maybe Nyx-themed or oc stuff? who knows!!

This is my main now and that's just gonna be everyone's problem

My social on most things is Shadowthian, and I also have a ko-fi over at Ko-fi.com/shadowthian !

Addendum: i'm a queer with many, MANY system friends, so any hatred, bigotry, or gatekeeping will be met with a swift kick of the block button. hope the door hits you on the way out.

Common tags I use below the cut if you wanna see something specific on my blog!

TAG CHART animals: animal pictures art: any artwork i reblog, includes fiber arts friend art: art my friends have made!! miss miku: vocaloid tag fashion: clothes i like! aes: aesthetic tag fave: favorite post tag ref: things i want to remember for later art ref: art things to remember later me :3 : shit i relate to stories: cool stories or writing writing: writing tips and woes ocs: anything for my ocs! tags will usually also include specific oc names. main oc worlds i tag will be Recrudesce (personal timeloop story), Spiral (Wizard101 story rewrite), and Moonshine (urban fantasy story), all of which are co-written with my brother Aki!

[niceven1]

I posted 3,643 times in 2022

That's 3,552 more posts than 2021!

15 posts created (0%)

3,628 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@xo-queenievee-xo

@o0fyuu0o

@wraithsonwingsposts

@diabolicalnerd

@pangaeastarseed

I tagged 80 of my posts in 2022

#crochet - 10 posts

#crochet doll - 9 posts

#bnha - 8 posts

#yarn - 6 posts

#i love it - 6 posts

#so cute - 5 posts

#aizawa shouta - 5 posts

#bnha fanart - 5 posts

#fiber art - 5 posts

#hannibal - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 115 characters

#i like some tutorials but really i would rather read the pdf instructions and then reference the video if i need to

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I was commissioned to make a pair of galaxy inspired dragon scale gloves. I love how they came out! Too bad the pictures don’t capture the glitter in the yarn.

6 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#4

7 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

I fell in love with @xo-queenievee-xo Court of Crows and was inspired to crochet FaeZu from it because he is an absolute doll. I highly recommend everyone go read it https://archiveofourown.org/works/33790141

21 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#2

I decided to try my hand at making some BNHA amigurumi dolls. So far I’ve successfully made YarnZawa and YarnMic!

See the full post

125 notes - Posted December 31, 2021

My #1 post of 2022

I crocheted Cthulhu and he is a very dapper and distinguished Eldritch God

204 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[yellowhearther0]

as per that post you reblogged. putting a story in your askbox i am comletely making this up as i go :O for you, Tumblr Blogger Eldritch

The moon is always bright above the woods. Well - that's not true, logically, and Ranboo knows this. The moon has phases, after all—some nights it is full in its glory and other nights it is but a small sliver, the slightest hint of a gentle smile in the sky, and of course some nights it is not even there at all, nestled behind clouds or facing away from the sun's light. But it feels like, every time he goes into the forest, the moon is like a beacon in the sky, almost as though it is smiling just for him. And perhaps it is, he allows himself to think some nights, when he slips out of the house as though he is nothing but a shadow, and the grass beneath his feet seems to come alive as he crosses beyond the trees, and the crickets' sound grows just a bit louder, just a bit more melodious, just a bit more welcoming, and he can feel in the very fibers of his being that he is coming home.

And then morning comes and he wakes in a grassy clearing or against a tree trunk or in his own bed, dirt and leaves caught in his hair and with little to no memory of how he got there, and the magical feeling disappears and he wonders what it is that the moon or the forest does to him that makes him lose all reasoning and believe in such insensible wonders. And, welcomed back to reality with none of the gentleness that the forest greets him with, Ranboo greets the day with a groan and prepares himself for a grueling day of school.

....woo! storytime! hope u enjoy :] i was 100% thinking of your witw!boo designs while writing this btw. oh and umm why i followed you as a bonus ! you make rly cool art and also we are mutuals in laws? maybe? i think? and you have lovely friendly vibes :] always a joy to see u on the dash

YOOOOO EPICCC!!!!!! lovely story tysm ^_^ and waughhh tysmmm :DD tbh we may be mutuals in law. or maybe mutuals twice removed.... who knows ur in ny notifs enough 2 count ^_^

[eldritchspeaker]

I work on a shawl for my sister in law. My cat helps. I have three months to complete this project 🤔 paintings may be put off until this is finished because it's a big deal and I want to give this to her before her wedding to my brother so that she may decide whether or not she wants to wear it when she walks down the aisle.

If not, no big deal. c: It's only a surprise gift that I think that she'll like

I also do a lot of fibre arts-- thus why I haven't been posting drawings. This is my current crochet shawl in progress, being made as a gift to a friend for her birthday-- I used a 1.5mm crochet hook with 100% cotton string for this. I also spin my own yarn but this is store bought because cotton string is much cheaper pre-spun than the wool/cashmere/silk/bamboo blends I like to use for other work. This shawl so far is 1050yds of string and may take another 350-700yds to complete

I have a lot of hobbies :c

[yellingmetatron]

A Scene in a Bookshop

(I have no idea what possessed me to write this.  Just kinda felt like it.  It’s been awhile since I had that impulse, and it’s nice.  Anyway, just a little scene between Meta and H. P. Lovecraft’s eldritch asshole, Nyarlathotep.  I realize that parts of this story may be kind of unclear... but that’s what I was going for.  This is the Cthulhu mythos, cryptic unexplained references are par for the course.  Hope it amuses.)

--- Metatron hated Nyarlathotep for a number of reasons. Foremost, of course, was the alignment issue.  Beings whose essence was Cosmos tended to be instinctively repulsed beings whose essence was Chaos.  The keyword, of course, being “tended”.  Personality could make a big difference.

Nyarlathotep had a shitty personality.

“—And then, oh, fuck, his eyes just, like—melted!  Ha!  And all over his fuckin’ daughter!” The Crawling Chaos made a noise at the intersection of giggling, guffawing, and crowing.  “I mean, she was probably too out of it to experience it properly, but I can always slip some images in while she sleeps.  Pretty sure humans make three-year-olds take a lot of naps, right?”  He looked at Metatron attentively, eyes hidden behind smoked lenses.  “Serious question.  Been awhile since I fucked around with toddlers.”

“Yes,” Metatron said, voice neutral bordering on disinterested. Showing how angry he was would only goad the entity on.

“Right, right, that’s what I thought.  And I mean, she’s got her whole life ahead of her, so that’s a lot of time to really make some memories, ya know?  And GateKey knows I’m gonna make sure she lives good and long.”  He leaned back, satisfied.  “Anyway, that’s how I spent my summer vacation.”

“Your summer vacation.”  Metatron said.

“That’s right.”

“Your summer vacation, which, if I have the chronology of your story right, began in October and has now ended in mid-February.”

It was best to signal incredulity at the least harmful of Nyarlathotep’s eccentricities, Metatron had found.  He was fairly sure the god-thing had him pegged as an absurd pedant whose main concern was with procedural correctness rather than morality. It was usually the reaction that Nyarlathotep was after, regardless of what he’d done cause it.

“Ya-hm,” Nyarlathotep affirmed, grinning.  It was a pleasant grin, incandescently white against the darkness of his human skin, in no way indicative of the yawning void that hid behind it.  “Summer is as summer can be extracted from, and boy did I do a lot of fuckin’ extraction.”

Metatron did his best to keep himself grounded.  He concentrated on his surroundings, and not the fact that every fiber of his being was pulled taught near to snapping, thrumming in bellicose rage against the very existence of this... person.  It really was a nice little second-hand bookstore they were seated in.  A nice little table by the window where people can eat without risking the books.  A nice little New England commercial district by the sea.  The nice little doughnuts and nice lot of coffee the bookstore sells were, well, nice.  The sun was shining, but there were enough clouds to make the sky interesting and… reassuring.

Metatron had always wondered why humans claimed to love a cloudless sky; didn’t they know what kinds of things could come down out of that flat, merciless blue?  Couldn’t they remember?  How much hope could there be for a species who didn’t understand the danger of empty space?

“But!”  Nyarlathotep said, “You didn’t invite me for snacks and conversation.  I take it there’s family you want me to troll?”

“If you want to think of it that way.”

“I don’t,” said Nyarlathotep.  He took sip of coffee.  “I want to think of it as undermining the very foundations of their putrid, pretentious little not-lives.”  He smiled. His smile was not as nice as his grin. The void peaked out, somehow.  “So: Who, how, where, why do you care, and why should I?”

“Gloon,” said Metatron.  “His statue has fallen into the possession of an art collector with a philanthropic streak, and she intends to display it publicly.  Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts.  I have a few mortal agents in the area who are at risk, and are unlikely to survive without outside intervention.  You fucking know why I can’t take direct action.  And as to what’s in it for you…” Metatron half-shrugged.  “You have your own reasons to do this.  Gloon is currying favor with the Outer Gods.”

“…Interesting that you are aware of that.” Nyalathotep said.  His tone changed almost imperceptibly; beyond the void, there is something more.  Something weary and saturated with hate and madness.  “Mm.  Yes.  Pretty happy with him, or as close as that mindless pile of spaceshit gets to happy.  So yes, for myself, I might do this.  But why should I for you, my dear featherduster?”

“Spiting your masters doesn’t interest you?” Metatron asked.  He knew what the answer would be, but he needed Nyalathotep’s hackles raised.  The Crawling Chaos was more pliable angry.  He watched the wry little grimace on Nyarlathotep’s face with a certain satisfaction.

“There will never be anything I can do that would be spiteful enough,” Nyarlathotep murmured, hissed, “As well you know, friend.  I’ve watched Gloon with increasing… distaste, yes, but the satisfaction I derive from fucking him over shall be fleeting.  And then, why, I’d just be all worked up, wouldn’t I?  Might need to do a little venting.”  He grinned again, exhaling through his teeth.  His breath was cold, smelling of coffee and something… else.  He drummed long, sharp-nailed fingers against the tabletop.  “If you don’t give me something more, I will take it, angel.  You won’t like what I take from them.”

Metatron spent a moment quietly watching Nyarlathotep’s face.  Then, he reached down to the black leather satchel he’d brought with him.  Pushing his cup and plate aside, he placed a small, red, spiral-bound notebook on the table.  It was wholly unremarkable, save for a strange repeating pattern of geometric shapes drawn in the lower right-hand corner.

“Living names,” Metatron said, “Two-hundred and forty-nine of them.  Some you may know, but certainly not all.  I think you’ll agree it’s a better chance for ‘venting’ than you’d get otherwise.  Just promise me you’ll leave the mortals alone, get the Gloon fuckery done quickly, and they’re all yours.”

Metatron knew he had succeeded from the moment Nyarlathotep had seen the pattern on the book.  As uncomfortable as it was to acknowledge the fact, he and the Crawling Chaos had certain similarities.  They understood each other, messenger to messenger, and Metatron knew that he’d take the same deal if it were offered to him.  And yes, there was that smile on Nyarlathotep’s face again.  The sunlight seemed to take strange colors against that smile.

“Deal,” Nyarlathotep laughs, “I promise all you ask.”  He reached for the book, then stopped.  “Or will you only trust me if you’re holding this over my head?  I trust you, natch.”

“Take it,” Metatron said curtly.  He did not tell Nyarlathotep that he trusted him back, because the words would taste like ash and bile, all the worse for the truth of them.

Nyarlathotep made a pleased noise as he picked up the book. For a moment, the shape of it wavered; it sunk into his flesh like blood into gauze, and he stood, crane-like and serene.

“Well,” Nyarlathotep said jovially, “Guess I’d better skedaddle. Busy times ahead.”  Metatron made a noncommittal grunt of affirmation.  He picked another book from his satchel without looking.

Chesterton.  Good.

“Remember,” Metatron said, “You aren’t going to damage the mortals unduly.  And you know what I mean by that.  No fucking around with loopholes.”

“I’ve yet to disappoint, hm?”  Laughed the god-thing.  “No.  We have our understanding.  Ha.  Yes.” He flashed a winning smile, tipping an imaginary cap, and waltzed out of the store.  All his movements were vivacious and elegant; people he passed on the street smiled a bit wider without realizing it.

Metatron closed his eyes, and counted to five.  He opened them again, and tried to read, but found his gaze drawn back to the window. The sky was clearer than it had been a moment ago.

And Metatron prayed.

[chromeedwardian]

stolen from @spookyloop

Intro:

Name? Charlotte

Star sign? Virgo

Height? 5'5" on a good day

Nationality? U.S. American

Things you post? La Belle Epoque, creepy shit, Dragon Age, good plants, goth shit

Favourite artists/bands? Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows, Patti Smith Group, Omnia, Ghost, Lana del Rey, Amanda Palmer/The Dresden Dolls, Miranda Sex Garden, etc.

Favourite movies/TV shows? Silence of the Lambs, The Royal Tennenbaums, Crimson Peak, Hannibal (NBC), Penny Dreadful, Jeeves and Wooster

Follower count? 269

Simple Questions:

What is your favorite candle scent? Wood smoke or heavy florals

Do you have a favorite book? Fuck off. :)

Are you a tea or coffee person? I'm equally a tea and coffee person, but I drink more coffee these days.

What is your favorite brand and color of lipstick? I'm really a big fan of "Wrath" by Black Moon Cosmetics.

What is your favorite perfume/cologne? I currently wear Givenchy's "Ange ou Demon--Le Secret"

Do you have a celebrity crush? Cate Blanchett, Ezra Miller (I have literally never seen him in anything but he's beautiful)

If you had to give up the color black, what color would you choose instead? Dark green

If you could change your name to a stereotypical 90s/2000s gothy name, what would it be? Azrael, probably.

What are your top three tips for surviving hot weather while black clad? 1. Natural fibers 2. Short sleeves w/ sunscreen. 3. Stick to shade

What song will always make you happy (doesn’t have to be a goth band)? "Allegedly, Dancefloor Tragedy" by Suspiria

Are you active in the arts (ex. Play an instrument, paint, write, etc)? I write when I can be arsed to. I also sing well and am learning to draw.

If you had a teacup or mug made inscribed just for you, what would you have it say? I actually don't really care about inscribed mugs. I like interesting shapes more.

What is your number one non-gothy hobby? I like going for walks around the city.

Thought Provokers:

If you could be a supernatural creature, what would it be and why? Probably a seraph. Because they're powerful and unknowable and terrifying and beautiful.

What horror monster-based super power would you have? Reading minds, I think.

Do you feel confident or comfortable interacting with other Goths or gothy people (online or irl)? Why or why not? I do feel comfortable if they approach me first. It's a little difficult for me to initiate conversation or say, like, "I would like to talk with you because you look cool" but I'm working on it.

Which is more important for a look: Great hair or great makeup? Great makeup because I'm shit with hair.

Is there something you wish there was more of in your subculture? Probably fewer people who end up being the bad kind of creepy.

Care to share an embarrassing story related to your “darkliness“? Well, there was that time I showed up to high school with my face completely covered in blue eyeshadow...

How are you at DIY? When it comes to clothing, not very. Home furnishings, however, I'm quite good at. Or maybe just I'm good at buying things.

Quickly describe your ideal wedding. I wear an extremely well-tailored black tuxedo with tails. Regardless of the sex of my spouse.

Confessional (aka True or False):

I love watching cheesy romance films. False.

I ALWAYS remember to wash off my makeup at night False.

I sleep with plushies. False.

I wear non-black pajamas most nights. False.

I still listen to a boy band that had disbanded years ago. False.

I think Andrew Eldritch is overrated. Irrelevant.

I don’t like vampires. False.

I don’t like clubs. False.

I’m dating a goth/darkly-inclined person. False.

I don’t enjoy graveyards. False.

Blood makes me queasy. False.

I’d sooner faint than pet a spider. False.

I don’t like haunted houses. False.

I still browse Hot Topic’s clearance racks. True.

I’ve never read Dracula. True.

I think “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” is a long and boring song. False.