#Eldritch bird

[seldritchowl]

Matthew hastur: eldritch bird form edition

Nahh, but I honestly love how his eldritch form came out so yea. ^^

Like if your cursed into becoming (or already is but don't want to admit it) an eldritch creature, at least its a cool looking one.

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Also have these doodles of various Matthew's:

[frownyalfred]

one night in Gotham, there’s some sort of disruption, strange magic, or curse. all of the Batkids go down and come back up with powers that reflect their vigilante personas in some way. Dick can fly, Jason has super strength, Tim can read minds nearby, etc. they freak out, try out the powers a little, and decide to return home early from patrol because Bruce is gonna be pissed, right? he’s going to want to figure this out and study it. Duke is laughing his ass off all the way home (he got called for backup while they were processing) and enjoying a boost to his own powers.

they get home and Bruce isn’t in the Cave. he’s not in the Manor, and Alfred doesn’t know where he went. Duke gets a hit on the distant grounds, out by the lake. It’s Bruce, but not Bruce. whatever strange kickback of magic/power that gave them their new abilities is nothing compared to this.

Gotham has possessed Bruce, in every single way possible. he’s perched on a cliff overlooking Gotham, dressed only in sweatpants, uncaring of the cold. his eyes are sunken pits into Gotham’s foundations. his teeth are the gleam of bone. he is so beautiful and so terrible, all at once.

their new abilities, these powers, are a boon. they’ll take back Gotham from the night, as he foot soldiers. but they will never have Bruce — Bruce — ever again. that is the price.

[cilibi]

Something something- Grian getting the most questions wrong about his own series.

Something something- Grian being the first winner and exposed to the Watchers the longest.

Something something- the Watchers take more and more from the players each cycle and still, they only get hungrier.

[entity-of-the-rift]

Birdritch

Inspired by

This is not from any scene written by @clockwayswrites

tried something different and wanted to leave it with a sketch like pen strokes.

But yeah!! Have a ANGRY birb with random baddie and spicy baby!

[purple-goo-writes]

Okay..here me out-

The JL finding out about Phantom due to him being trapped in his eldritch primal form (four arms, lots of wings, eyes, spacey and basically biblically accurate angel).

But it's not because of a fight or anything.

It's because happy fluffy feathered eldritch decided to take a dust bath on the Fucking Moon. Just confused JL watching this eldritch creatures wiggling and flapping up moondust cause his wings are itchy and HE IS SO HAPPY TO BE IN SPACE.

[thesummerestsolstice]

I have seen the headcanon that Elrond (+ the other Peredhel in Luthien's line) can turn into birds like Elwing. This is an amazing idea, but I don't think it gets used nearly to its full potential. Consider, Elrond in the Second Age is Gil-Galad's herald. A herald does a lot of things, including delivering the king's proclamations. You know, like a messenger. Like how humans have used messenger doves before. He's also sometimes called Gil-Galad's minstrel.

I raise you, Gil-Galad dictating his latest diplomatic letter to bird Elrond and then (lovingly) throwing him out of the window so he can fly over and deliver it. Ambassadors going to Gil-Galad's court and being very confused when a strange bird none of them can identify is introduced as the court minstrel. Also Gil-Galad being absolutely insufferable about how a "little bird told him" about all the latest diplomatic gossip. Elrond encourages all of this behavior. They're horrible enablers for each other.

[aveloka-draws]

Does narinder loaf. Its a very important question

In a perfect world

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 193

Once again I put forth cryptid batfam. But with a Marvel crossover. Because why not. 

See Gotham isn’t really talked about by the others in the US. The other cities ignore, ignore, ignore as best they can manage, pretending that if they don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. 

That being said, they aren’t completely oblivious to it either. Oh they don’t believe the tales and whispers that come out of the place, because if they were true surely someone would have done something. But they are aware of things like Wayne Industries or Drake Enterprises, right up there with Stark’s. 

Both of which are based within Gotham, though have plenty of things outside the dreadful city as well. Now the Drake couple were constantly seen at galas outside of New Jersey before their tragic demise, but the Waynes? Never once have they been seen outside their city for a single Gala. 

Which makes this invite that one Tony Stark get to one of the Gotham Galas incredibly surprising. Suspiciously so actually, but he has the option for a couple plus ones. His team might be interested- Shield definitely would, seeing as Gotham is a complete blackout on their files. And from his hacking he’s discovered that any information gathering attempts of theirs have failed. 

But really, how bad can it be, it’d only be a couple days after all.

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Okay what is that fucking thing on top of the building-

[puppyeared]

my brothers been playing elden ring recently and he let me draw his character ^_^

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Ninjavember Days 6-12

[ur-fav-cosmic-horror]

Some ideas for some sneaky otherkin gear, I suppose?

So, multiple eyes first! Glasses with more than two lenses and eye themed jewelry!

And wings!! Wing themed glasses and puffy/flared sleeves!!

I know it's only two things, but when I come up with more ideas, I'll reblog this with the updates or something, lol! Hopes this helps!!

(Also, as a side note, there is a thing called hoof shoes, for all you horses or unicorns or pegasus ((idk if I spelled that right)) or who/whatever else wants to look them up!)

[seldritchowl]

Finished a collab with a friend, Xyzrin (we drew our characters, and coloured them separately). Decided to draw the ending scene from last session which yea. ^^

[adventuresofalgy]

It had been a wild and stormy night, and Algy had had great difficulty clinging on to the tree in which he had chosen to sleep, waking frequently in the darkness as the wind howled and the branches thrashed all around him, and the sleet and snow turned to drenching rain which soaked his feathers.

And from time to time he had heard eerie, eldritch sounds from the direction of the lochan; strange sounds that he did not recognise but which caused his feathers to shiver and shake involuntarily… But he had hugged his magic pumpkin lantern as tightly as he could while perching on a trembling branch, and hoped for the best. And when the morning eventually arrived, Algy found that all was well, and the landscape had been transformed into a thing of beauty once again, for the Atlantic storm had brought a great change in the weather, with much milder air sweeping in from across the great ocean on strong winds, to blow the menacing clouds away and melt the snow.

Hopping down to the ground, Algy surveyed the lochan carefully, but he could see nothing out of the ordinary. Deciding that he must simply have been imagining things, as a fluffy bird is apt to do during a disturbed and sleepless night, he was about to set off on his journey once again when a raven happened to pass by. "I'd no' bide there if I was you," it croaked, as it flew overhead. "Do you no' ken there's a kelpie in yon lochan, you daft bird…"

A kelpie! A shiver shook Algy's feathers again. The lochan was lovely to look at in the morning light, but he recalled the fearful noises he had heard in the darkness and resolved to move on hurriedly, before the day faded into night yet again…

I’m feared o’ the road ayont the glen, I’m sweir to pass the place Whaur the water’s rinnin’, for a’ fowk ken There’s a kelpie sits at the fit o’ the den, And there’s them that’s seen his face. But whiles he watches an’ whiles he hides And whiles, gin na wind manes, Ye can hear him roarin’ frae whaur he bides An’ the soond o’ him splashin’ agin’ the sides O’ the rocks an’ the muckle stanes. When the mune gaes doon at the arn-tree’s back In a wee, wee weary licht, My bedclaes up to my lugs I tak, For I mind the swirl o’ the water black An’ the cry i’ the fearsome nicht.

Which translates from Scots into standard English roughly as follows:

I’m afraid of the road on the other side of the glen, I’m reluctant to pass the place Where the water’s running, for all folk know There’s a kelpie sits at the foot of the ravine And there’s those who have seen his face. Sometimes he watches and sometimes he hides And sometimes, if no wind moans, You can hear him roaring from the place where he dwells And the sound of him splashing against the sides Of the rocks and the great stones. When the moon goes down at the alder tree’s back In a wee, wee miserable light, My bedclothes up to my ears I take, For I remember the swirl of the black water And the cry in the terrifying night.

[Algy is thinking of the first three verses of the poem The Kelpie by the late 19th/early 20th century Scottish writer Violet Jacob.]

[objectivelypink]

Does anyone else enjoy sleeping on their stomach? I just lay in my nest with my blanket on my back and I can just feel my wings splayed out comfortably and I find the idea of laying on my back horrible cause I don't wanna mess up my pretty wings. It also makes my dog brain happy to be laying down with my arms tucked and nuzzling into the pillow.

Idk, sudden realization why I adore sleeping on my stomach. Especially when my cat enters with in the blankets, makes me feel like my wings curl around him too.

[build-a-stim]

timeless teddy (2019) with dark green, black, dnd, nature, and eldrich themes for @wingsthephoenix!

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[thesummerestsolstice]

Whenever Numenor experienced a plague or outbreak, Elrond came, without fail, to treat the sick and offer the people of the island comfort. He did it for many reasons– to honor the legacy of Elros and his descendants, because he sometimes considered the Numenorians more his people than either elves or men, because he was a healer who believed deeply that all life had value.

Of course, treating mortal plagues is a hazardous business– especially for a part-human medic who is just as susceptible to the disease as his patients.

Elrond, never one to be dissuaded from trying to save lives, tries to find a way to protect himself from the infection while being able to treat his patients. No one in Middle-Earth knows exactly how mortal diseases spread, but it's clear that it spreads from the healthy to the ill– through bad air, coughing, infected blood, or some other means. So, Elrond has to find a way to not make contact with or breathe the same air as his patients. While treating them.

Eventually, he settles on a set of robes that leaves no inch of his skin uncovered, along with heavy, opaque veils and a mask of his own design for his face. The mask– full of athelas flowers to purify the air– is fashioned in the shape of a bird as an homage to Melian, who was said to have healing powers. He made the main piece mask with his own hands, carved it from dragon bone– sturdy, and thought to have protective powers against against diseases and curses. The eyes are made of dark tinted glass that glows faintly– a gift from Celebrimbor.

In all fairness, Elrond did not realize how creepy the bone white mask and fully-black outfit was, especially given his general aura of strangeness ad birdlike mannerisms. He had bigger concerns at the time. That said, his outfit, which kept him from getting sick even during the worst of the outbreak, was soon adopted by many of the Numenorian healers. Over time, the story of the plague doctor shifted became part of Numenor's legend– that healers dressed in such strange outfits to frighten disease away. In that way, the odd, birdlike appearance of the plague doctors soon became a comfort to the Numenorians, rather than a fright.

As gifts for helping with various outbreaks over the years, Elrond also got several plague doctor masks that were decorated, more for style than for purpose. He wears them at fancy elvish events sometimes, just to mess with everyone. And whenever he heads off to Numenor, he always makes sure to bring his full plague-doctor regalia, just so the people there will know he's always there to protect them from any lurking plagues.