#I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE ELDRITCH HORRORS!!!! I WANNA TALK ABOUT. I WANNA TALK ABOUT CRIM’S CHARACTER ATC AND HOW HER TWO DIFFERENT BOSS-

[eldritchdyke]

Ashamed to say the deadly combination of being a pretentious english major and having a quarter-life crisis is once again causing me to turn to the siren song of starting a podcast

[undeadentropy]

Major spoilers for dungeon meshi ahead, but I really wanna talk about it.

I really love how the demon is handled. It's not just simply evil. Like every other character in the series, it's motives make perfect sense in context. What happened is one of my favorite ideas to play with in fiction. We all know about cosmic horror, and the madness that comes from perceiving their reality. And the demon, being an infinite being from another dimension, certainly is that. And it does spread chaos in its wake. Infinite mana destroys those who wield it in the end. They become foie gras.

But the truth is that it went both ways. The demon was corrupted by a finite world, where once you eat, once your desires are fulfilled, that's it. Things end. The demon is driven mad by consuming desire, by coming to understand this eldritch place it found itself in. It wished for a paradise where desires are forever fulfilled and it could feast forever. It's infinite mind couldn't accept the limitations of mortal existence. It was never equipped to understand hunger, nor could it ever be filled.

Just like a lone traveler who feasts with the fey, it couldn't go back to the way things were before. It needed more, and the only way to do that was to consume everything, forever.

It might hate Laios for what he did, but he saved it from an eternity of unsated gluttony. Bringing everyone to its realm was doomed to fail. For an infinite being, even all life won't be enough to satisfy. That how infinity works. And that's not getting into the fact that this was the only way to defeat the demon without stripping magic away from the world forever. The demon might just figure out just what a favor Laios did for it, though it might be centuries later. Recovery from addiction is never easy.

Anyway, I just think the way they handled it was neat. Alien is purely subjective. The demon was no more prepared for the mortal world than the mortal world was for it.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Yapping about Cookie Run and Humans

So, I just wanna take a moment to yap about the cookies from Cookie Run and humans. We know that there are some obvious differences between humans and cookies, such as humans having flesh/blood/bones/and apparently a very strong form of magic. Also, humans are HUGE in cookie run.

For example, I was talking to a friend who also plays cookie run and they stated that the cookies are around 8.75 in height.

This is a visual of that.

Humans are pretty big and they are bigger than the dragons even. My friend said that Pitaya in his dragon form would only be as big as a small dog or a medium/smallish dog in height in comparison to humans. Also, apparently the Witches don't leave their dwellings? Because they don't wander around in the overworld. Any cookie that escapes the witches are not pursued and are allowed to run out into the world to do whatever they want, the witches don't chase them down or hunt them. So, that makes me wonder if the witches are either confined to their dwellings or take on a different form if they do leave their homes. (As walking at that size would be enough to cause tremors and break environments, like trees and such) Another thing that I think is pretty neat is that humans are probably eldritch horrors to cookie kind. Being made of material that isn't sugary/savory/foodish in appearance would probably be unsettling to look at. But, it also makes me think of a story that was about a human eating the flesh of an eldritch god and gaining forbidden knowledge and senses by doing so (and being driven mad as a result of this). I wonder what would happen if a cookie tasted witch flesh or drank a drop of witch blood...? Likewise, I also wonder what would happen if a human WAS wandering around in the overworld. No doubt their path would be obvious and they would 100% be the top predator in ANY environment they are traveling through. Imagine an ecosystem that is usually so noisy with life being so disturbingly silent because a large predator is in the area. Like some Jurassic Park level shit. And if a cookie manages to befriend a human? They would easily be either the most respected cookie or the most feared.

Befriending an eldritch being that isn't made with the materials your world is made from, has an appetite for your fellow cookies (arguably, their human companion can also completely abstain from eating any cookies and it's just the cookie friend that is saying that shit), and is capable of powerful magic/attacks? While being bigger than a dragon and having acidic saliva that can break down sugar and sweets with ease? A true terror. The Order of the Fork would definitely have an interest, that's for sure. I'll probably write something like this because the short "lone giant" stories from a certain tumblr user is giving me brainworms. Thanks for reading my rambles.

[thecrabbybarista]

We should talk about The Lords in Black I'm gonna do that right now because I wanna talk about their trope subversion and symbolism and shit.

So obviously The Lords in Black are a subversion of Cosmic/Eldritch horror and I'm gonna explain how using an ant metaphor

So the classic ant metaphor for cosmic horror is to imagine that you're an ant encountering a piece of human technology, right? I believe it's usually a circuit board. The whole point is you're witnessing something deeply incomprehensible and unfamiliar.

The ant metaphor for the Lords in Black is: imagine you're an ant and a teenager starts burning you with a magnifying glass.

It's still incomprehensible, but not in the way the complexities of a circuit board is. If you were suddenly stricken by a scalding beam of light, the only way you could rationalize that is that it was an act of a god. You and your ant colony would invent and fear this god.

The Lords in Black each represent a kind of strange and inscrutable cruelty that the modern world offers, the cursed lasers that cut into our souls, from places we have no power over.

Wiggly is obviously the idol of capitalism. Animalistic desperation, commodity fetishization, and the exchange of money, products, and emotions. All of the things that the other Lords represent stem from elements of capitalism, hence why Wiggly is THE Lord in Black, the leader of his brothers. What Wiggly offers will never be enough. He is what leaves you always unsatisfied.

Nibbly is the idol of the consumption of human beings as products. Obsession with self image and presentability, trends of all kinds, and the beauty and fitness industries. People in the modern age are desperate to be consumable, and some would go to any lengths to do so. This is an attitude that especially impacts women, who feel that they need to wear make up every day just to earn respect. And when we feel the need to change to be respectable, the need to look appealing and to be consumable, the bourgeois eat well. Our quest to look special makes us like any other customer, filling. It's no mistake that the two leads of Honey Queen are women desperate to be noticed and respected. It makes them all the more eager to be eaten.

Tinky is the idol of infinity and repetition. Dead end jobs, middle class suburbia, and the inability to escape one's circumstances. It's no coincidence that the first time we see Tinky is at a wedding, a ceremony dedicated to eternal commitment, or that he's associated with CCRP, a company in which most of the workers do useless busywork all day. When you look at the life you have ahead of you, it can feel crushing. Will you ever have a real career to be proud of, or will you be stuck at this job until you die? Will you ever not struggle to make rent? Will you really love your spouse forever? What if you don't? Isn't it just easier to continue the routine than to address the problem? After Ted is driven to insanity by the Bastard's Box, after he discovers that he can't escape the person he's become, he becomes homeless, one of the most terrifying eternities a person can find themselves in, fully dependent on random acts of kindness to survive while your situation drives you further into insanity.

Blinky is the idol of the panopticon. Gossip, public drama, and unwanted attention. One of the first things Blinky does on screen is sexually objectify a girl who's fresh out of high school, and this plainly displays a consequence of living in a content driven world. There is constant scrutiny and interpretation given to your every action. At any moment, you could have over a thousand eyes on you, whether you want them there or not. The panopticon we live in captures us in moments of time, and turns the person we were in that moment into an object deserving anger, embarrassment, lust, admiration, judgement, or anything else a watcher might assign. But Blinky also targets another fear, the fear that we feel when we can't see the danger, and cannot protect ourselves or those we love. Alice's anxiety that Deb might cheat on her when she's not around are made manifest in Watcher World, and Bill's frustration at not being let into Alice's life are used against the family. We are inclined to both want and fear the panopticon. We hide, and we seek, and we expose.

Pokey is the idol of tyranny. Complacency, sedation, and obedience. The world revolves around the few and uses the many in service of this. We are all expected to fill some role in service to the rich, to work for a corporation and to buy the products of those corporations, and when we cannot fill these roles we are at risk of starving, or being kicked out of our homes. We must join them in their quest for profit, or die. But we must also accept their pacifiers or we will be driven insane. We must choose between complacency or despair in confronting our place in the world as a pawn, as an ant in the colony. Isn't it easier to accept the comforting lies? Your job is important. Corporations give people what they want. People in power deserve their power. People in power are using it well. We are happy. America is great.

These are the magnifying glasses that are being used to torment us, that we cannot make reason out of, that we've made dark gods out of. But this isn't the first time humanity has encountered scorching light from the heavens. When the people of ancient Greece witnessed burning rods of light, falling viciously from the heavens, they invented Zeus.

But we know where lightning comes from now. We know the science behind electricity and its place in the world. We know what keeps lightning away and what attracts it. We can protect ourselves from it.

But there's an important difference. Lightning is natural. It's existed long before we have and it will continue when we're gone.

The unorthodox cruelty of being alive today is not natural. We cannot logic our way into surviving it because it does not operate under a sound logic. But we can make things a little more bearable by focusing on what is sound, understandable and natural.

There is humanity. There are families friends and lovers who would go to the ends of earth to protect each other. As long as we have this humanity, we have hope.

That's why Miss Holloway's deal with the Lords erases her from living memory after her temporary deaths. To have the powers that she does she gave away the power most important to have under the Lord's rule: human connection. The only real thing we have left.

Alice and Bill escaped Blinky's manipulation through the love they have for each other

Emma survived the longest out of any character in tgwdlm because of the genuine hope Paul gave her of a better future

Lex snapped Tom out of Wiggly's control by reminding him of what his son really means to him

Ted couldn't escape Tinky's plan for him because he was too jaded to make a genuine connection with a woman.

Linda was eaten by Nibbly because she didn't have a loving connection with her father, because her father always made her believe that she was never good enough, because this mindset led her to take for granted the connections she did have in her life.

The world no longer cares about us. We have to care for each other. It's the only thing we have left

[micky-44-blog]

How the hazbin members react to ur engagement

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Charlie

Charlie was the first to react, and she was over the moon. The second she heard the news, she let out an excited squeal and practically tackled you into a hug. “Oh my gosh, congratulations!! This is amazing! I mean, a little surprising, but—amazing!!” She would immediately start planning a celebration, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what an Alastor-approved engagement party would look like. (Hint: It involves way too much jazz and some unsettlingly sentient decorations.)

Vaggie

Vaggie’s reaction was... less enthusiastic. The moment she found out, she went rigid, her eye twitching as she turned to face you. “You’re engaged. To Alastor.” There was a long, painful pause before she buried her face in her hands and groaned. “Are you insane?” She didn’t hate you for it, but she was deeply concerned—because Alastor was, well... Alastor. “Just… promise me you won’t let him drag you into some horrifying eldritch nonsense.” Spoiler: That promise was going to be very difficult to keep.

Angel Dust

Angel lost his mind. “YOU’RE WHAT?!” He cackled so hard he almost fell over, draping himself dramatically over the nearest piece of furniture. “Oh my GOD, this is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day—no, all YEAR!” He'd be obsessed with hearing all the details, from how Alastor proposed to whether or not he even knows what a honeymoon is. “Are you sure you wanna marry Mr. Spooky-Vintage-Radio? What if he traps you in an eternal jazz club?” But despite all his teasing, he’d be happy for you—really happy. Even if he’d never admit it outright.

Niffty

Niffty was delighted. She zoomed around the hotel, throwing impromptu decorations everywhere. “Oh wow! Oh wow! A wedding! I haven’t been to a wedding in SO long!!” She immediately started dusting everything, chattering excitedly about possible wedding themes, cake designs, and what era the dresses should be from. (Alastor insists on a 1920s aesthetic. You have no choice in this matter.)

Husk

Husk just sighed, took a long sip of his drink, and muttered, “Well, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” But deep down? He didn’t actually disapprove—he just found it hard to imagine Alastor genuinely caring for someone. Still, he respected you enough to say, “Eh, if you’re happy, whatever. Just don’t come cryin’ to me when he starts summoning demons during breakfast.”

Alastor (because of course, he’d have something to say)

Alastor, meanwhile, was absolutely thrilled by the reactions. Watching everyone lose their minds over your engagement was pure entertainment for him. “Oh, such a delightful spectacle! I do love a good show!” He was particularly amused by Vaggie’s horror and Angel’s dramatic outbursts. At the end of the day, though, he’d pull you close and whisper with that ever-present grin, “Let them panic all they want, my dear~. You and I? We have eternity to really give them something to talk about.”

And with that, chaos officially became part of your wedded bliss.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Wererabbit legend

Fanfic prompt:

the bunny legend twist is really funny

And considering how both the twilight curse and the darkness induced curse in link to the past work differently

The twilight curse turns you into your most innermost animal (in the case of link and people consider that it has something to do with the triforce that makes link different ) or just straight up turns you into a ghost (like literally the rest of all hyrule)

But considering that the curse found in the dark world specifically says that it is a reflection of your heart and therefore already works differently than the twilight curse as you can be a monstrosity with no real limits other than how Messed up you are

Wouldn’t it be beyond messed up when legend picked up the twilight shard but his innocent rabbit appearance just didn’t happen

Because it just triggered his dark curse

Like for all he says he finds it annoying it probably would hurt a lot more to realize that this soft vulnerable part of him doesn’t reflect who he is

At least not anymore

The curse in link to the past can turn you into a monstrous beast more often than not

Like that must hurt to end up a dangerous jaded beast

the messed up rabbit equivalent of one because the appearance of a predatory rabbit in many media signifies the loss of innocence as it twists into pure violence against what hurt them once

(Interestingly enough a white rabbit with red eyes is usually the symbol for it or one who wears a rabbit skull on its head instead of a face )

So let him be a little nightmare and hate himself as he takes the form of a monstrosity once more (fucked up were rabbit legend my beloved)

And like that would essentially be a feedback loop for him because the more he hates how he looks the more it would reflect on the outside

The worse it will get for legend because he hates even more how he looks

And it shows again

Being a bitter, snarky very confrontational lil guy… legend probably would dial up the self destructiveness pretty fast even if he is fighting not to be a monstrosity (feedback loop my beloved would work against him every step of the way)

Meanwhile twilight has to watch in horror as legend turns into a snarling creature thing and runs off full monster mode

Like twilight just turned around and the first thing he sees is a…”thing” that probably is legend

Then legend freaked the hell out and ran into the woods in fear of what he just turned into

And twilight realized that being a wolf of rather average size is not something to complain over

So Wolfie chase it is

And when he gets to him it only seems to get worse because this is going into melted eldritch horror territory by this point

...and he still has the ability to talk like a person and is being self deprecating about it

Legend be like : “I am such a monstrosity …”

Twilight: “no no it’s alright”

Legend : “I miss my uncle”

Twilight: “oh, that’s deeper than I wanna go”

And also they probably have to get the chain not to shoot at him or else it probably would get even worse than it already is

Or get sky… but for that he needs to drag legend out the cave he crawled in and leave him unsupervised

And it very much isn’t going great in the slightest already

[rise-my-angel]

I hate that targ stans love Valyria, because they dont want to talk about it the way I do. They wanna talk and idolize how "great" is was, I want to talk about the cataclysmic event that destroyed it and the eldritch horror that is the inhospitable wasteland left behind.

[kyumisyumi]

Something something something eldritch Nikto something something something

I've sifted through so many ideas for this because I didn't wanna just pick a random eldritch creature from my box of horrors and slap Nikto's name on it. But also I don't feel like I have enough info about him(ironic, considering I write about him so much) to craft him into a creature. I watched some documentaries on eldritch horrors, dived into Russian cryptids and still drew blanks but here's what I managed

Rating: E for everyone who loves Nikto

Eldritch!Nikto x F!Reader

Word count: 1

Part 2

~Taking requests~

You weren't running from the consequences of your actions, more like briskly walking in the opposite directions. Looking forward all the way because backwards held the sounds of large dogs and angry men. Their boots cracking every twig and foliage along the way, voices interrupting the once peaceful ambiance of the woods. You could hardly tell whether the growling was from the hounds or the men. And really, who wouldn't want to run away from such a thing? Not run; walk. Quickly, very quickly. You were being smart, not cowardly.

No, never that.

You weren't cowardly when you snuck into that guardsman's post. You weren't cowardly when you tried to steal the gold he confiscated from the Miller's wife, the only woman that kept you fed while the streets were your home. You weren't cowardly when you defended yourself once he caught you. And you weren't cowardly when you accidentally bashed his head in with a clay pot. He should've worn a helmet, really. A guard should always have their helmet on! What was he thinking? Now look at you, running for your life and deluding yourself as if it would change the actions of the past.

Running.

You ran your mouth, ran your mind, but no matter how fast you moved, you couldn't outrun hunting dogs. Your fault, really, for trying to do so while wearing the long, ugly skirt you stole from someone's unattended clothesline. You should've maybe stolen the guard's old pants, you knew he had some because he mentioned wanting to give them to his nephew who was in combat training. Instead you dashed out the home the moment you realized he wasn't breathing, panicked by your first time taking a life. What were you thinking?

"I wasn't-" you spat a thick glob of blood out your mouth, it's red color staining the putrid black floor. Tears staining your vision and pain plaguing your mind. "I didn't mean to." You said it over and over again but it was little defense against men who'd lost a comrade because of you. A good man. A good man who stole from widows and bullied the elderly? It's weird how two people can look at the same person but see someone different. But that train of thought was halted by a kick to your stomach. And when one of the men took the final hit, the force of it sending you against the edge of the pit, you finally felt that feeling in your stomach. The one you hid away behind conversations with yourself. Locked away behind a naive expectation that things will either go your way or go away. Your first taste of true regret. Because you got a glimpse of where that attitude has lead you. That attitude that kept you going when your parents had left you. That attitude that kept you alive when your survival was in your own hands at an age where other children were being coddled and sung to. That attitude that protected you in the harsh village slum, now had you staring down into hell. 'The pit'; a giant hole defacing mother earth's perfect form. It's surface covered in black ichor, you couldn't tell whether the walls were moving or you'd been hit so hard your vision was thoroughly fucked. This was considered a punishment worse than death. Jokesters and troublemakers got a stern talking to. Thieves and crooks got jail time. Murders and adulterers got death. But the truly damned got the pit. The punishment didn't match the crime but judging by the hate filled glares of the men surrounding you, they didn't much care.

Or maybe they did care, they cared about you as much as you did yourself, these days.

That was a more comforting thought, maybe? Maybe not. Either way, thinking about it felt a whole lot better than thinking of the weightlessness you felt as you fell. Your vision quickly losing the greens and yellows of a gentle forest to being plunged into darkness. A darkness beyond description. One that surpassed what's seen when you close your eyes for the night. That surpassed the unconsciousness of sleep when dreams escaped you. A darkness that felt like death yet was somehow alive.

The walls were moving, they shifted uncomfortably as they felt the presence of another. Voices that whispered of uncertainty and conflict. Voices that yelled intruder and ones that yelled fodder. But one voice just hummed in curiosity at seeing the source of blood and spit and tears it tasted. He had consumed many of your kind but what little it had of you ignited interest rather than hunger. So it did not eat. Didn't wrap you in its tendrils and rip you apart into easily digestible pieces to be absorbed by its mass. The tendrils held you, confused by their many intentions and wants, before simply bringing you lower into the pit. To the very bottom that no other creature has ever seen. No other creature would ever be allowed near. Far too close to it's more vulnerable organs. But you wouldn't hurt it, would you? Wouldn't hurt them. Not with those blunt nails and teeth, not with those little limbs and severed ties to the natural order. You were weaker than it's weakest points yet you fought against his tendrils like you believed you could win. Struggled and resisted as if you had a fighting chance. 'Hush, little human.' It thought as it strangled you, only enough to render you unconscious. Give it enough time to build a prison home inside itself for you. Then build a form for himself more perceptible to your primitive eyes, he'd tried once before but the human face was so hard to mimic. There was so much anger inside you, more for yourself than for him. And Nikto couldn't understand it. There is only one 'you' inside that tiny, fleshy form. How can one be angry at their own/only self? That would be one of the first things he asked. He felt there was nothing a creature like you could teach him yet he had so much he wanted to ask regardless. Maybe once he had his answers he could finally consume you in peace. Maybe then the voices that called for him to spare you will quiet down. And the ones that screamed for him to bond with you will stop. Your body couldn't handle the things he desires... Could it?

Regardless, he has time. All the time in the world and beyond.

Silly human, getting yourself thrown down here, what were you thinking?

All in all, I didn't want to forget the eldritch and just make a monster.

[clegfly]

Yeah sorry guys I’ve tried like. Fifteen different pieces. None of them are working out for me :(((((

Wondering if I should post about my iromo bosses/enemies because. I have them in my head. Just wondering if anybody would want me to unleash them shsjsjsjsh

[bookishmeow]

Grey Wardens and Ghilan'nain

Welcome to my Ted Talk. I don't tend to make these posts on tumblr but I do overload my friends on discord a lot so I thought I'd give it a whirl here. I'm going to be talking about some spoilers from Tevinter Nights here and the new trailer.

So I was re-reading Tevinter Nights again after we got all these big reveals from the trailers and I got to Horrors of Hormak. It made me do the thinkings.

I wanna touch on this imagery just cause I love it. It looks as if Ghilan'nain's tentacles are choking out a stone griffin. Griffin's being the symbol of the Grey Wardens.

In Horrors of Hormak in Tevinter Nights, we have Grey Wardens who stumble upon what we believe is Ghilan'nain's eldritch horror pits. It shows darkspawn just walking right in and getting mutated. The implication that they're being controlled ala the calling sets up some interesting things for grey warden specifically.

Maybe that's what's going down in Weisshaupt.

Because the Grey Wardens have battled darkspawn forever, they're kinda pros at it. Weisshaupt is supposed to be their fortress, their hub of awesomeness, but something (that we know) is going wrong there. Couldn't just be darkspawn, they know how to handle darkspawn.

Couldn't just be red lyrium darkspawn right? Cause at this point it's been 10 years since the situation at Adamant Fortress. They should be somewhat aware and knowing how to fight that. They had Lord Commander Clarel mucking that up. They likely are super wary of letting that happen again. It is likely that they have done things to keep the Red Lyrium stuff in check, you'd think.

So if it isn't normal darkspawn, and it aint red lyrium tainted darkspawn(i mean it still could be), It really could be what was set up in Tevinter Nights.

Which goes with Davrin being a "monster hunter". It's just perfect.

Davrin who looks like he gets a bit of an upgrade at some point. His armor is pretty gilded out. Interesting imagery like the shoulder looking like a helmet we've seen before. Then we had a few scenes in the trailer that looked like Grey Warden. We had a scene with an impaled Ghilan'nain before Elgar'nan dabs in with them in the background.

I did the zooming and it looks like two griffins. These are Grey Warden attacking Ghilly. Later in the trailer and with Taash, similar geared out soldiers are seen.

Then, of course, you have Solas himself who does not care for the Grey Warden.

He really doesn't care for the Grey Wardens and we always have been squinting our eyes at him with knowing he is one of the Evanuris. Like, why you so mad bro?

In Tevinter Nights we had two reactions to these pit things of horror. We have the recruit who wouldn't have done the joining yet and then we have the wardens who have. When they went in, things didn't go the way they should have. The recruit just went mad but wasn't changed? Still had a bunch of grey brine water inside them, though. Not entirely sure what was happening there. But the warden who was twisted stated things weren't going right with the wardens on their transformation and they had to consume the grey brine, rather than walking into it like the darkspawn. Then they were fighting for control when transformed. So something is wrong with the grey wardens in general straddling the line between the blight and humanity/elfanity/dwarfanity (lol) [Side note, we had this in the behind the scenes video from 2020. This is totally one of her monsters, isn't it?]

I think Solas doesn't like this either. I think he knows what the blight is or where it's from and he sees the grey wardens as abominations or something of the sort. Then you add on the theory of the "old gods" being connected to the evanuris and they're outright killing those pieces of the evanuris with the archdemons. It could also be weakening the jail he put in place when they do this. He is probably unsettled by the whole thing, but he can't really do anything about it considering the whole darkspawn/blight situation in thedas when he does wake up. I'm pretty confident in saying that Ghilan'nain's plot and the grey wardens specifically go hand in hand. It'll be the first half of the game. Thank you for coming to my talk, we will see if i'm right in the end of October haha.

[vampirevatican]

so, im gonna start talking about slash fic (the game, on dorian) and every tag will specify dorian/game so as to not interfere with the og yaoi and bl community.

anyway... here's some song recs for the slashers!!

GHOST 🦊

final girl - graveyard guy ft. slayyyter

self explanatory. it's very literally him and you. (if ur fem obvi.)

snakelike (the stars collide) - what's a heart

don't tell me this alt slasher horror fanatic wouldn't love or relate to this song. you know he would. "i reach in your chest and pull your heart out. don't hesitate, just fall into me, my girl"

perverted - elita (NSFW SONG!)

🔪 = 🍆... “i want you. to. stab me with your knife. you watch the light go in my eyes. it feels the same as when you're inside.” very self explanatory.

JAY 🐑

rainbows and stuff - icp

the song is him. such a 💝🌼🎀🦋✨ until 🩸🪓🔥🔪💥. not to mention you getting to say, “thank you, jay! i like you too!!”

will he - joji

listen to me on this. the music video. not to mention he's the biggest protector out of all of them... second to leather but it fits jay a little more than leather "i just wanna make sure you're okay."

burning desire - burnice (zenless zone zero)

pls listen to it and imagine ur burnice, i swear from jay's pov he falls in love. he thinks you're so damn cute having fun while playing with flamethrowers.

LEATHER 🐷

dragula - rob zombie

“dig through the ditches and burn through the witches...” our #1 witch killer would be okay hearing it bc it condones witch killing

straight and narrow - sam barber

if you read the lyrics. if you listen to the lyrics. this is him. this is very literally his struggle with the darkness.

devil's work - freddie dredd

“sold your soul to devil now you asking, 'is it fair?'” as a man taken by darkness and forced into dark deeds by his family out of trying to right a wrong... i feel it suits him. he knows the darkness, what it does to people and my fave line from papa? "You witches play with darkness and then act surprised when it plays back."

MIKE 🐺

stalkers tango - autoheart

i don't need to explain an eldritch evil being possessive.

i can't believe i let you get away - aldn

mainly for the chorus and the vibe of it makes his "Mine." have more meaning. not to mention the many times he could easy just straight up kill you, but doesn't.

in my mouth - black dresses

dating him. loving him. accepting being an eldritch beings plaything? is a form of worship and giving up your soul and being to him... and i think this is the perfect song for that.

[envy-of-the-apple]

OKAY SO. u know. yandere-sin's monstober challenge right?? i knew i wanted to write gojo so i skimmed their list, saw "eldritch", remembered some of our conversations (or just your posts maybe) and. my brain was beamed forbidden awful celestial cosmic horror gojo knowledge form the heavens.

can you think of how profoundly unsexy regular human sex would be to anything that didn't have that kind of biological impulse?

gojo does not have a physical corporeal form so he doesn't really get the whole. insert tab a into slot b. that's utterly inane to him. you could describe sex to him and he's no more interested in it than he would be in ikea assembly instructions.

what he does find sexy is you. YOU. not your corporal form, but the "you" that lives inside it. "you" are what he wants to go inside of, lovemaking after his own fashion, revealing to you his true form on a plane of existence you can't perceive, becoming a part of you in some way

tldr; gojo wants to fuck your brain and cum inside it. he literally wants to fuck your grey matter, but like, cosmically. dw you'll be okay (tm)!

and gojo's true form is like. i once heard a joke about an engineer at a mathematics convention. the engineer was desperately confused at this math problem that started talking about 10-dimensional space.

he's like "how could you possibly visualize 10-dimensional space??"

and a mathematician next to him goes "just imagine n-dimensional space, and let n=10!"

and gojo fucking your brain (erotic) (sexual) (not clickbait) is basically that, him forcing your brain to perceive things your visual cortex literally doesn't know how to model. you SEE space in 10 dimensions now, an extra 7, but your brain doesn't know what you're seeing.

but dw gojo is there to guide you <3 that's what the mindfuck lovemaking is all about! he is fusing with you! moving parts aside to make new room, blazing new pathways, routing in a few extra optic nerves for more eyes to help you out. isn't he so nice??

there's more but this is already intensely long skhfglshdgsdg god why am i inspired for this i need to write my kinktober day 4 AAAAAAAAAA

*sighs and opens a03 to read CGT for the 24438th time*

(tw: death, death, even more death, unsafe sex , dark content, dead dove do not eat, just don’t read this)

ah so the Qu but like way worse

you know that saying “I wanna be in your heart” eldritch horror Gojo would take that literally as he rips open your chest cavity and tries to insert himself inside of you cuz you’re so perfect and amazing and he just needs to find out why he likes you so much!!! eventually he realizes that he finds nothing just a bunch of blood and this thing that would pump the blood around your (now) lifeless body so he just gives up and resurrects you (cuz what is death in front of a being who’ll never experience an end)

I think he would definitely try to change you to be in his image but then he’ll realize that he likes your humanity the most. Two arms two legs two eyes so useless and terrible design but he finds it so pathetically cuuuuuute. When your brain turns to mush from your activities he just restarts you again until eventually you just adapt to the horror fuck.

but like alternatively….would eldritch gojo even have a feeling of fucking?? I don’t think cosmic horror beings need to reproduce right? I think it’s more horrific if he thinks he’s doing YOU a favor by mindfucking you into oblivion cuz you’re human and below him and ya ofc u need this. not understanding that humans don’t rlly claw out eachothers brains to get down.

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Hello! So I'm writing a fanfic and I got super inspired by someone else's fanfic, their fanfic has horror/fridge horror in it and it makes me wanna try experiment with that as well!

But I wanted to ask if you had any tips for making it actually effective/unnerving? And if you don't have any tips or anything like that do you (or anyone else who sees this) know any blogs that talk about writing horror? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Fan-Fiction: Writing a Horror Fic

Here are a few posts that might help:

Horror by Darkness Horror by Daylight Creating Darker Mood, Less Contrived Feel Eldritch Horror Horror Endings Limited Scope Horror Story Realistic Horror Story

As for blogs that focus on horror writing tips, I'm not aware of any. However, keep an eye on the reblogs in case anyone knows of any!

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[sulphurofftheclock]

daydreaming about finding a fraggle portal in my house so here are headcanons about spotting the fraggle five through a random hole in your wall (in theme song order)

Gobo

- has encountered many a creature, through the portal and at the rock, so he's not super visibly nervous

- you are big though, and his track record with big creatures isn't necessarily the best, so even with his brave little face, he is cautious

- would try to break the ice while staying far enough back to avoid thumping

- would immediately believe you the moment you claim to be friendly though

- would also explain that he isn't trying to be in the way, he's just trying to get his uncles postcards

- so you make a little mailbox by the portal to put the postcards in when you get them so Gobo doesn't have to climb into your garbage to find them LOL

- eventually would offer to read a postcard to you (maybe you were crying or something idek) and then you erm actually SO hard at the things Uncle Matt is describing

- queening out with gobo over the postcards and gossip from both sides of the portal

- you would be fast friends!

Mokey

- she almost definitely was at the portal because she wanted to paint

- she probably didn't realize you were home/awake tbh, so she is very startled by the silly creature staring at her through the portal

- she'd definitely hold her ground though

- "what are you?"

- questions aside, you see her little easel and move to stop blocking the light

- "you can come in if you want"

- she is fine where she is for now, since she's already been painting from that spot for a while, but says she'll take you up on it next time"

- and boy does she take you up on it

- there are so many cool things to paint and write poems about in outer space

- one day she brings you a poem she wrote about you and you literally cry

- bonus points if you're an artist (of any kind) too, because the art trades would go CRAZY

Wembley

- first time you see him he BOLTS

- that fraggle is GONE

- but he is a curious little fella, so he always comes back to peek through the portal and see what you're doing

- everytime you spot him, he runs away, so you start pretending not to notice him

- maybe you hum little songs, or talk out loud to yourself, but you definitely do everything you can to seem non-threatening

- it becomes a little routine, you work, wembley watches, you know he's there, he starts to become pretty sure you know he's there, but you still don't acknowledge him because you don't wanna scare him off

- until one day, you've come down with some kind of sickness

- and he finally ventures through the portal cause he's worried about you

- when he sees you laying all sad and sick in your bed, he scurries off again

- and then he comes back

- with a tiny bowl of soup

- and then maybe he sings one of the songs you hum, or maybe he starts rambling about things, whatever he does, he does it because he knows it's what you do and that's the way he knows best how to help

Boober

- the first time you see him, it's because you took a peek through the hole in your wall with a flashlight and caught him standing like 🧍 pretty far back

- okay...

- you blink and he's gone, eldritch horror type moment

- okay......

- you check the hole every once in a while, but you don't see him again for a while

- one day, in the middle of the night, you wake up compelled to check the hole again

- it's winter and your heater isn't working as well as it should, the creature you thought you saw in the hole in the wall might be cold!

- and there he is, curled up by the portal (still far enough away that you can't reach him though) (i imagine the rock was simply too hectic and he came here for some peace and quiet)

- the ground looks really uncomfy though so you grab a small pillow and shove it into the hole

- boober wakes up like 😶

- "i'm not here to hurt you, just want to make sure you're comfortable"

- he is half asleep and very confused but he takes the pillow and goes back to sleep

- after a couple weeks, you spot him by the portal entrance

- he's once again escaping the noise of the rock, your side of the portal is peaceful

- eventually, it's like you have a cat. boober comes and goes. sometimes you leave out some snacks by the portal, sometimes he brings you snacks too.

Red

- fully and completely convinced that she would throw something at you

- one sided beef, cause even though she tries her hardest to spite you, she is very small

- until she breaks your toe, then it's all out war

- but no matter what, you don't cover that hole

- though neither of you would admit it, this whole spite thing is a lot of fun, and never that serious

- the two of you chatter sometimes

- "what're you working on?" "a diorama for school" "it looks dumb"

- "how'd your test go?" "i aced it" "im shocked"

- "did you ever figure out that dive?" "no, i came up with a better one" "sure"

- so much banter

- but she remembers things about your life and you remember things about hers, so really you are friends

- you're just friends in that competitive way

- the thing that really brings the two of you together would be a common enemy (probably gobo LOL) (or a nagging family member of yours who is aghast that you still haven't fixed the hole in your wall)

[reaperlight]

[Murder friends polycule meets the family...]

Mary Brock: Wait... all of you are dating my baby brother?

Felicia: Yep!

Mary [awkward]: I see.. So... uh, how did you... all of you meet?

Cletus: In prison. :)

Frances: He crashed our wedding.

Felicia: When Cletus dragged his corpse in.

Venom: He has delicious organs!

Mary: What the fuck?

Eddie: I swear it's not as bad as it sounds. I was in prison interviewing Cletus for the paper, I wasn't arrested.

Mary: I found that less concerning... Organs? Corpse?

Eddie: ...I got better.

Carnage: For what it's worth, I'm not dating him because humans get weird about that. Mine are Cletus and Frances. I just like to watch... And sometimes help.

Mary: ...Excuse me but what even are these things?

Carnage: Hmmm, rude!

Eddie: Let me try. This [referring to Venom] is my husband. And these are our friends.

Felicia: Friends... with benefits.

Cletus: Yes, there are many benefits to being our friends! :)))

Eddie: Yes they're our friends who help us kill Eldritch horrors. And definitely do not try to kill us.

Venom: Nailed it!

Frances: That is one of the benefits. As is sex.

Eddie [groaning]: Come on...

Frances: You're not embarrassed of us are you, Eddie?

Eddie: No. Of course not but she's not gonna understand...

Frances: Let me try. Cletus is my husband, Carnage is our partner. Eddie and Venom are married and are our special friends, and Felicia is my special friend and brain buddy from when we were kidnapped by the government together!

Mary: Half the time I can't tell if you are joking or not... Do I even want to know what the red one was talking about humans getting weird?

Venom: Well, because Carnage is our daughter--

Mary: What?!

Venom: Spawned asexually from me of course but if you wanna get technical in bonding Eddie and I do share DNA. As does Carnage with her host. So she has some human in her, just as I do.

Felicia: In you, huh?

Cletus: Literally and figuratively!

Frances: Hey Carnage, does that mean Mary is your auntie?

Mary: [*looking between the red monster and her brother in shock and horror*]

Carnage: See? They're getting weird about it. We spawn asexually. We don't have your taboos. On the comet we wouldn't even be considered related...

Mary: This isn't a comet.

Carnage: ...If we didn't want to. We choose our families. Decide what Hive we want to belong to. I want to. We are family, despite the initial abandonment and... unpleasantness.

Venom: You know most of the time we don't even know when we spawn to avoid eating each other.

Carnage: ...I see. In any case I truly do not mind when our hosts screw. In fact, I encourage it. It's a free meal. It makes our human hosts release those chemicals that depressed gray matter of yours is so loathe to produce.

Venom: And it's not like our hosts are related. Cletus became the host for our offspring when he took in our genetic material...

Cletus: ...Okay now you're making it sound like you knocked me up.

Venom: Because we did.

Mary: ...

Cletus: ...

Eddie: ...technically that was before we were screwing.

Cletus: Yeah, that was just a little light cannibalism.

Mary: Please tell me you're joking? You're not joking, are you?

Eddie: ...Sorry.

Mary: Just... I need a moment here.

Eddie: So like... we heard you're getting married and wanted me to be here and bring my "special someone" so how exactly does this--

Mary [facepalming]: It was supposed to be a +1.

[luciferissatan]

I wanna talk about my swashbucking trans dnd character who is in love with his eldritch horror pirate captain okay