#Yig the Snake God

[bones4thecats]

Hello, I have another idea for Aku x eldritch!reader.

Do you remember episode with Aku in disguise(Ikra)? So when he was traveling with Jack and Reader, he flirted with them every opportunity, but Reader was not impressed. And then, at some moment, Reader gave him a peck and whispered that he had a good disguise. And then they went back to Jack after that, as if nothing had happened.

You can write headcanons or scenario.

— 👹Anon

Aku As Ikra Flirting With Eldritch! Reader

Character: Aku Requester: 👹Anon A/N: Instead of doing Hastur, I changed it to be a different Lovecraftian 'God'. This time, the Reader is themed after Yig, the God of Serpents in the Lovecraftian Mythos. There's a link to his Google Search below! This may not be my best piece, but I hope it's at least a little good. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of murder (not explicit) ⚠️ Yig, God of Sperents - Lovecraftian Mythos ; Link Here Images I based the Reader off: One, Two, Three

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╚═════ Aku ═════════════════════════════════╝

👹 He had tried multiple times to get that Samurai to pass on so he could continue his rule, but this was getting ridiculous!

👹 Despite the fact that the man wielded the only thing that could kill him, he now had a new weapon he could use against the demon; an Eldritch being that could punish everyone who dared kill one snake that was the descendant of one of the most anger-filled deities

👹 Aku just so happened to witness this 'awakening' of yours, and he saw how you would defend the Samurai with the biggest amount of loyalty he'd ever seen

👹 Over the past few days, he was beginning to lose his patience. While yes, the warrior who called himself Jack, did not use you all of the time while fighting, or rather you would come out and pretty much... y'know, rip someone apart...

👹 Instead of going in as Aku, the Shogun of Sorrow decided to disguise himself as a woman, though he needed to come up with a name sooner or later. He'll think of one while manipulating the two of you

👹 While he spent time going 'after Aku in order to free Ikra's father', he begun to see just how deadly, yet compassionate, you were. Every time you would witness Jack or Ikra being put through something a hair bit overwhelming, you would slither down from a building's roof and attack their enemy

👹 He also saw how you fluently spoke to any serpent-like being the group came across, ranging from full-blooded snakes to monsters that were like snakes, you just connected with them very well

👹 Before he knew it, you had been staring at him more and more. Did you find out who he was? Heavily doubtful, the Samurai's guard was always up unless he truly trusted someone with his presence. And if he didn't know, you certainly couldn't...

👹 But, why did he enjoy your looks. Why did he like it when you would lightly pat his, or rather Ikra's, hands in reassurance when he needed to act like she was thinking of her father

👹 Eventually, you three had come across a more jungle-appearing area. You sniffed the air and sighed, your serpent-signally hood flaring down in relaxation while your once slit-pupils molded to be the average circles

👹 Jack looked at you and smiled before pointing towards a snake's nest. Aku watched you kneel down and pet the mother snake's head while the two observed you hum a slow song to her as she relaxed and you used a small spell to cover the next with an invisibility spell

"Won't that make it almost impossible for the snake to find her next again?" The shapeshifter asked.

"Oh far from it. This spell only works on those who would risk the safety of the animal. Though, on this one, only the mother snake, her babies, and those such as I can find the nest. I cannot risk one of my children to be harmed like others have done so."

👹 Samurai Jack began to walk forward after observing you and motioned for you both to follow deeper into the fruitful land. Ikra looked at you as you stood and began to walk towards her

👹 What were you going to do-

👹 Leaning your head slightly down at the demon, you kissed their cheek, making him falter. He had been flirting with you for the entire journey, hell, when he first saw you, he had winked at you, which made you scrunch your nose slightly with distaste instead of doing it back to him

"W-what..."

"Congrats on the masterful disguise, Lord Aku~" You whispered to the male, making his face flush a bright red matching Ikra's lips.

👹 While the rest of his plan went right and he escaped from Jack and you, he was flushed as he arrived back at his home, brushing his sharp fingers against the area you kissed just a couple hours prior

"How bold of you, Ancestor of Serpents."

[macabrecabra]

LOVECRAFTOBER: DAY FOURTEEN: Yig: Father of Serpents

Affiliation: The Court of Shub-Niggurath Yig only cares about snakes. Yig only commits snake crimes on behalf of the snakes of the world. One day Yig is going to make sure snakes inherit the earth. If you don't like snakes you can go leave because snakes are superior to everything else. Yig says so.

As far as great old ones go, Yig just stays in their own corner and is a crabby snake enthusiast with a perchance for going on hungry rampages in the fall. Bloodthirsty munchies if you will. For the sake of snake kind.

All snakes are hissy meow meow and Yig knows it so get on the same page and join the snake cult already!

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Yig was fun to design, but hard! The head design took a lot of tries to get to look right! The bottom half...instead of going classic naga or snake man, went with the whol body is made up of hundreds of writhing snakes, hiding what is below.... eldritch snake god!

[quoththeowl31]

This was a really quick sketch so it's a mess.

In the Cthulhu mythos where Yidhra is from, she had a mate at one point and that mate was the Father of Serpents, Yig.

If you do research, Yig is probably one of the more...amicable gods to worship. He really only gets super angry with you if you kill snakes which are his progeny.

The Atlanteans worshipped Yig instead of Yidrha as the great Leviathan. While no longer a thing, Yidhra recognizes Yig's scent on anyone which comes in the form of various blessings and is rather friendly towards them. Poor Emilia gets a bit of a taste of that sort of friendliness.

[oletus-writer]

Nsfw alphabet with Yidhra please with a fem reader? 👉👈

If you saw my rules, I don’t write fem reader, because that is not what I align with. It will be, as all my nsfw alphabets are, with a gender neutral reader.

Yidhra NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Similar to Hastur, she does not understand the need for aftercare, and will, at most, wipe you down, and, if you ask, take care of any injuries sustained. Perhaps, if you ask, she’ll give a few praises, and then be off.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

She is quite into her ears being touched, but her favourite body part is, evidently, her waist. There’s nothing particularly she liked about it before having intercourse with you, until you began kissing it and marking it. She likes your neck - long and elegant, ready for her taking.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Her cum is sweet. Her favourite places to cum is your face, if you’re giving her oral, and inside you, if she is fucking you with a penis.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There aren’t many secrets that she’d keep from you when it comes to her sexual preferences, because she finds it pointless to keep them from you. However, she is curious what type of offspring a god and a mortal would produce.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Now, I’m not the most well-versed in HP Lovecraft and his works, but I do believe that Yidhra has an offspring. It was brought to my attention that it is most likely that the Great Old Ones reproduced asexually, as Lovecraft was repulsed by sex. Since Yidhra was created by Walter C DeBill Junior, I am safe to assume she and her mate, Yig, had the offspring through sexual intercourse. What I am getting at is, like Hastur, Yidhra does not have sexual experience with humans.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

She enjoys being splayed out underneath you, while you finger her cloaca and bite her ears. If she is fucking you, she likes to be propped up, so something like cowgirl, the chairman, etc.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She won’t make jokes, but will laugh at any that you make. She’s a free-spirited kind of god, and adores anything you do.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

What carpet? Yidhra has a snake-like lower body, covered in scales, and therefore has no public hair. Her body hair is indeed black, and she does not shave, for she finds no reason to. In her human form, her public hair is black and curly. For the same reason, she doesn’t mind how well groomed her partner is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

Intimate is not what I would call her teasing, overstimulating, and degrading, but she may say that it is romantic, in her own way. She’ll tell you how good if a slut you’re being, and call that praise, and she’s most likely to show you more of her soul which having sex. So yes, one may say that she is intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

She strikes me as the type of person to either sit out her sexual desires, or use the most elaborate toys to satisfy herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degradation, overstimulation, you’ll hear these words again. She loves to feel in control, like what she’s doing to you is a favour fucking you dumb like this.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

(Finally I’ve written someone who’s location is not the bedroom) Yidhra’s favourite location to have sex is in her dream world - she’ll wrap the shadows around the two of you, transporting you both into a private, endless world, where everything is under her control and there is no need to fear interruption. This, however, causes her to be a bit more tired after sex, and she may lie in the bed for a few moments before leaving.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

While she does not have the highest libido, she will indulge any of your needs. Yidhra gets turned on when you express your submissiveness to her.

N = No (what turns them off?)

A rather hard question. Call her a dirty whore? She’ll demand you say it again. Say she’s not worthy to be a god? She’ll have you begging like a slut. Perhaps don’t bring up other people in the moment - it’s an intimate, private act, and she wants you only thinking about her.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

She has quite the long tongue, so she would be skilled at giving oral, regardless of her experience. She prefers to give oral, since the feeling of someone’s tongue in her cloaca is a new, uncomfortable feeling that brings embarrassing noises from her mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Her pace changes with her mood - one moment, she’ll be gentle and sensual, and the next, she’ll be rough and merciless, without any prompting. She’ll adjust herself according to your preferences, if she’s feeling it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

She’ll happily do it, even suggest it if you’re feeling horny in public. The risk, the time limit, everything about it is arousing to her.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

While she isn’t the most experimental being, she is willing to try things out when it comes to you. Being in her dream world, the risks are minimised, although still there.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

Forever, if she feels like it. She’ll go for five or so rounds, overstimulating you when you’re exhausted, and then decide that’s enough. If you can keep up with her, all the better. She knows that she shouldn’t spend all day having sex with you, but she might as well.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

If her own powers was a toy, then yes, she uses toys. She would speed up time in the dream world, so that you did not experience your orgasm, but ride the wave that came after it. Bondage, gags, and strap-ons would be made out of nothing.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Teasing is her hobby. She’ll whisper words into you ears during a match, run her fingers along your thighs, and laugh when you’re flustered. All this work is to make the sex feel better than before - she’ll be itching to get along with it, but foreplay is a must.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

She moans a normal amount, but she is quiet and her voice sweet. While there is not much communication, she’ll let you know if anything feels bad, or if she’s unwilling to continue.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

She does not like to trim her fingernails, and will not do so until you put long fingernails inside her cloaca to give her a taste of her own medicine. Then, she will trim them before inserting her fingers into you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

The bottom half of Yidhra looks as if it is from a snake, so she would have a cloaca. There’s not much going on underneath her clothes, although, with her being a god, she is able to procure a penis is she’d like.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While she doesn’t have much of a sex drive, she doesn’t mind indulging you with whatever desires that you have.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sleep is for the mortals, and Yidhra is no mortal. She may lie beside you, watching you sleep, but will not do so herself.

[hplovecraftmuseum]

Lovecraft and animals, Part 7: Snakes - Snakes did not become particularly important in Lovecraft's tales until fairly late in his career (since Lovecraft considered himself a gentleman amateur 'man of letters', using the term 'career' might have been distasteful for him). The 'Father of all serpents' first appeared in his ghost writing/revision work. THE CURSE OF YIG and THE MOUND, both featured references to 'Yig'. Though there was some uncertainty as to who really coined the name (Lovecraft or his client) in his letters to other writer friends Lovecraft claimed that he himself came up with the name and concept of Yig. Yig is never actually featured in any Lovecraft story in the same way as Great Cthulhu. We do not get a detailed discription of him either. We might assume that since the stories that carry his name most abundantly are connected to the American West and it's pre - Anglo inhabitants that Yig is perhaps the original entity around which all First Nations Snake-God myths were born. The Aztec diety Quetzalcoatl would be a prime example. A snake-like bundle of hair that can move about even after it is cut from a woman's head shows up in the particularly dreadful tale, MEDUSA'S COIL. Lovecraft penned this abomination for Zealia Bishop but the story did not see publication until after his death. (1940. Weird Tales) Of all Lovecraft works written for clients seeking to develop a career as professional writers, MEDUSA'S COIL has got to be one of the most rediculous! Still, Lovecraft injects references to Cthulhu - called Clooloo here, as well as Shub-Niggurath and R'lyeh. Interestingly Lovecraft also makes mention here of the author of the fabled book, Les Chants de Maldoror, also known as Maldoror by a young Frenchman who called himself 'Comte de Lautremont'. Les Chants de Maldoror was written between 1868 and 1869 and was highly influential for the Surrealist School of artists and poets of the 1930s. Lovecraft admitted in letters that he had read parts of Maldoror on several occasions. HPL also knew of Salvador Dali's early works. Apparently Lovecraft was not particularly impressed with Surrealism in general, however. Lastly Lovecraft makes a passing reference to 'the serpent-men of Valusia in one of his later tales. This brief mention was a tip of the hat to Lovecraft's writer pal, Robert E. Howard. Howard and Lovecraft never met, but they corresponded by mail for many years until Howard's death by suicide on June 11, 1936. Howard is best known today for his virtual 'invention' of the Sword and Sorcery genre of imaginative writing. He was the creator of the famed barbarian King, Conan. Lovecraft made mention of a number of his writer friend's fictitious gods and monsters as his own mock mythology/cosmic religion developed, most importantly Clark Ashton Smith's whom Lovecraft admired greatly. (Exhibit 415)

[ladyeroway]

Well that was certainly an amazing penultimate session of Pulp Cthulhu.

We started with sanity rolls as we surveyed the inner chamber of the temple. We saw Evangeline, our old colleague, and the person Gideon loved horribly changed. 12ft tall, half person - half snake and in active labour with what we knew was going to be an Avatar of Yig. Everyone passed, except for Gideon which makes sense given his former feelings for her. So he straight up started the session in a bout of insanity believing the "child" was the thing that had done this to her and if he killed it then she would be free. Great start.

The Formless Spawn (affectionately named Gideon the Fifth as it is the 5th one he has summoned) had orders to kill our previous employer, Meadham barrelled through the doors allowing the Doctor, Captain and Psychic to get in. It started consuming serpent people in its wake drawing attention by those that remained. The trio used the distraction to fire off bullets, throwing knives etc only to find a barrier protecting Meadham, Evangeline and some priests. The spawn smashed against it starting to break it.

Gideon in his insanity needed to get to Evangeline which was a beautiful parallel to when he couldn't get into the cave to get to her before she made her decision. This time though he did. He made a jump off the balcony using her whip to sail down and rolled an extreme success to not take any damage. He stopped at the barrier realising he couldn't get through and started casting Arm of Cthulhu. A spell that drains strength until they lose consciousness. He tried to use it on Evangeline and Meadham but it only took on Evangeline.

The spy managed to use her hybrid nature to sneak into the bubble managing a hard con to get through. The spawn and the others were taking down the barrier and the serpent people. Gideon was holding the spell on Evangeline whilst trying to keep out of the way of Meahams attempts to kill him realising he was doing a spell. We were stuck in a stalemate for a bit of flying bullets and attacks.

Meadham found the spy and put her under his command to protect Evangeline, so she started shooting at Gideon. The dice have a wonderful way of working. The spy and Gideon are quite close. She has a ridiculous level in pistol and she kept missing. Or Gideon would be able to dodge (he has the feat nimble) so she only shot him once and only rolled a 3 on her damage. It was like she knew it was wrong.

Then Gideons spell pushed Evangeline into unconsciousness. Meadham dropped his attacks on Gideon to go to her as The Formless spawns next turn managed to make a crack in the barrier. Gideon thought it was ended so he ran at it to get to Evangeline and stop the "birth". He was asked to make an extreme Con roll because he is no longer a hybrid...and rolled a 2. So he took it and popped through much to the surprise of Meadham. (And everyone else honestly) who poured a little health into Evangeline to keep birthing the Avatar of their god.

The next round the Spawn managed to full break the barrier, allowing us all to start dealing with the priests who were trying to hurry the ritual. The Psychic hit Evangeline with a knife but she passed her Con roll which meant she took minimal damage. The spy used her action to try and stop the Psychic. The doctor and captain were taking down the priests.

Gideon ran at Evangeline a knife in his hand to stop the birth...and Meadham ran in front of his blade. He failed his Con roll which meant he took the full amount of damage from the acid blade. Which Gideon didn't know it was. He started to disintegrate from the inside, cursing Gideon out. We watched in horror as he literally liquidated from from the inside out.

Which was another sanity roll, which of course Gideon failed. It would have been another bout of insanity but the GM decided to give him a permanent Insane Insight given it was 2 in such a small period. Now if he uses a spell he believes in its might. He gets an additional dice but if he fails he can use too much power knocking himself out or the spell can go haywire. Which fits Gideon given the way he has dealt with magic. The Formless Spawn melted away its task finished

We realised that the birth was close to happening. We could see it moving, it's face pressing against flesh. We frantically dealt with the remaining priests and snake people. The spy was out of commission reloading. The one bodyguard that was stopping us getting close to Evangeline was left taken out with a combination of the psychic, Captain and Doctor. Which left Gideon at the end.

He took out his flame pistol and rolled a 3...which is an extreme success. Extreme success meaning he did full damage and used 9 magic points. He told Evangeline he was sorry, he had loved her but he couldn't sacrifice the world for her. Fired 3 flame shots into the Avatar and setting her ablaze.

The unbirthed Avatar screamed causing another sanity roll which again Gideon failed. Not enough to cause another bout but fraying on his already damaged psyche. Overall he lost 18 sanity in one session and had used 25 magic points from the artifact he has. In that moment he was struck mute as the others discussed running.

This brought Gideon out of his thoughts, telling them to wait. We had to deal with the Priestesses plans to hybridise Earth. We remembered that our previous employer had a special bomb and we went to find it in the control room. Only to find the Priestess, a crazed AI and a Lloigher in between us and the bomb.

So we have one more session left. I don't know how this is going to play out. Once Gideon comes to he is going to have a horrible realisation. He hurt someone he cared about, he killed her. He no longer actively loved her. That had faded with the realisation she wanted to be Yig's champion more than she cared about people. The one belief that Gideon clings to. It was the right thing to do and he had no other choice but that is a sting I don't think he is going to take well.

[inkribbon796]

Arkham Mysteries Ch 1

Summary: Whispers of a horror time forgot and monster fueled by twisted magic The district of Arkham is home to powers old as the birth of the universe, and as new as modern technology.

In a little town outside of Gainesville, Florida children and adults go missing. Little Remus Prince becomes another childhood statistic, but he does not die like others before him.

A/N: Blood and gore warning! It’s Remus’s birthday and here’s a Lovecraft Au and there will be death in this one, but not to Remus or Janus. They are my babies.

Guess who’s getting back into the Lovecraft mythos after Color out of Space? It’s me, I love cosmic horror. So because I was bitten by some plot bunnies after that short I did during Darkstache Week, I wrote some more. When will I update this? Hell if I know maybe every third week, maybe once every two months. It depends but all of them will be compiled here instead of linked together shorts. Enjoy.

Chapters: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 1: Snake in the Grass

It was a humid August day, the dusk of a new moon was about to rise up into the darkening sky.

Remus angrily kicked the wild flowers, angry as he tried to blink the tears from his eyes. He just wanted to play with Roman and his friends. But Roman always acted like he was the literal plague and at best ignored him, or at worst, pushed him away.

So he was walking around the woods behind their house, angry and sad, when he heard something.

Remus stopped, the sound was like a sob of pain mixed with some type of high pitched hiss of frustration. Looking around a bit for a good sized stick and immediately went to check the source of the noise.

Climbing over a downed tree trunk, Remus almost stepped on top of someone lying in a net trap, the boy’s arms trapped to his side, little metal studs painfully digging into his side and arms. What froze Remus wasn’t the fact that there was another kid lying in the trap, but that they didn’t have any legs. Instead there was a long yellow snake tail, patches of green scales like freckles on his body.

The snake boy immediately looked at Remus and hissed at him, one eye a dark brown, the other a bright yellow.

Remus just stared at the boy, so captivated by the sight of him. The snake boy then looked in another direction and gave a desperate hiss, almost screeching out. It was enough to shake Remus from his trance and he started working to get the boy out, almost getting bitten in the process.

It took a little bit and the boy started helping the instant his arms were free. Afterwards he let out an indignant hiss at the trap, as if screaming at it.

“So pretty,” Remus couldn’t help himself and touched where the boy’s legs should be. His scales were cold and smooth instead of slimy. Running down the snake boy’s spine was a short ridge of brown, white, and black feathers that bristled at the touch of Remus’s hands.

The snake boy started and dragged him into the tree stump, there was a hole that had been made by a couple animals before them. It was full of mushrooms and bugs and Remus was instantly enchanted by them.

“Ooh, this is one’s slimy,” Remus said.

The boy slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shhh!”

Remus noticed the palm of his hand had some scales on it and in a typical Remus fashion of not thinking and wanting to see what something tasted like, licked his hand. It tasted like blood and swamp mud.

“Ugh,” the snake boy hissed.

At that moment, four men came out of the bushes, making the boy press Remus closer to the squishy bottom of the rotting tree trunk. Remus watched in amazement as the bright yellow scales started to turn a mottled brown, successfully camouflaging him with the tree, and Remus with the tree in the process.

“The fuck he go?” One of men snarled, Remus finally noticing that the men all had rifles.

“Couldn’ta gone far,” one of the others reassured. “Look at all this blood.”

Remus noticed a particularly sharp stone lying in the trunk. He grabbed it and braced himself to lunge out and stab the hunter who was wandering closer to the mouth of the trunk.

There was a loud growling hiss and the men all turned away from the trap.

“What was that?”

“Probably a mama looking for her baby, with any luck.”

“Stay quiet,” the snake boy whispered. Then he let out a hissing caterwaul.

Remus heard the sound of a rifle being cocked back, he readied his little stone as someone knelt down and looked at the two of them. His eyes traveled around the hole until he noticed them.

“There you are,” he smiled.

Remus screamed and drove the stone into the man’s face. He screamed, the rifle fired, almost hitting one of the other hunters.

Suddenly the hunters had worse to deal with than a small child with a sharp stone and an injured naga in a tree trunk. Six large nagas, each twice the size of a human, surged out of the tree line, moving impossibly fast. The small yellow snake boy surged out of the trunk and wrapped around Remus, coiling his tail around him and forcing him to drop the stone. Remus watched as the four hunters were attacked, bullets bouncing off hardened scales like tiny pebbles.

Their screams were burned into his mind, grown men strangled until they were unconscious and then tied up for a better purpose.

The largest of the six nagas slid over to the two boys, Remus’s new friend’s coiled muscles tightening around Remus just a hair tighter. She just stared at them and the naga boy hissed warningly at her.

That got an amused chuckle out of her, she lowered down closer to  his level. “What do you have there, little Janny?”

“Mine,” Janus hissed, still protecting Remus.

“Little hatchling,” the serpentine humanoid smiled in such an odd way that made Remus reflexively giggle a bit, almost like his soul was trying to leave his body. “He’s a bit too big for you to eat.”

“You’re pretty,” Remus smiled, starting to reach out to touch that long, pretty black hair.

“Mine,” Janus hissed, coiling a bit tighter around Remus, hugging Remus so that the boy’s arms were pinned to his body. “I want to keep him.”

The woman looked behind her, talking to one of the other nagas in a language Remus didn’t understand, but it made this brain feel fuzzy. He liked it, giggling a bit. The other nagas laughed and Janus the naga let out an angry huff.

“May I speak with your pet?” The larger naga asked Janus. “I promise not to eat him.”

Janus began to uncoil himself, but kept a hand on Remus’s arm.

“Hello little monkey,” she greeted.

“Hello, ma’am,” Remus greeted politely, giving a toothy smile.

“Such a pleasant little thing,” she hissed lovingly.

“My momma says I’m a little monster,” Remus smiled confidently, a huge smile on his face.

“Hmmm,” she hissed, curling his hair behind his ear. “Really? What type of monster?”

Remus shrugged, his hands going up a bit, “She never told me, ma’am.”

“Would you like to come with us?” She asked. “We’re having a party to celebrate, we’ll eat your friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” Remus told her, picking up the still-bloody stone. “I stabbed one.”

“You are just a delight, aren’t you, little monkey?” She chortled.

“I don’t want him eaten,” Janus told her.

“We won’t,” she promised, and Janus dragged Remus along to follow the group. He followed them into a cave that led out into a cavern with a hole carved into the ceiling. So that when the moon was highest in the sky it would be visible, regardless of the time of the year.

There was a group of thirty snake people, but only one other child, and they instantly tried to bite Remus when he got close. Janus hissed at them and then dragged him away, presenting Remus with a little necklace made of leaves, flower stems, and sharp stones that caught the light of the moon.

For the first time in Remus’s young life he felt included in something, that he was wanted. More wanted than anyone or anything had made him feel in his life

As he sat, watching a ceremony that would culminate in four people being strangled and ripped to shreds to be eaten, blood covering a stone altar whose purpose Remus’s young, yet untainted mind couldn’t fathom.

Truthfully, Remus’s fate wasn’t to go home when he met Janus, but he wouldn’t fight the nest’s decision. He was already home.

~::~ 13 Years Later ~::~

Remus was humming a little tune to himself, holding a large stick that looked more like a mace with several nails and sharp objects driven through it.

“Hey, buddy,” someone suddenly behind Remus called out. He was armed. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here. ‘Sides it’s private property.”

Remus turned to look at him, itching the edge of his mustache. “Huh?”

The man could almost feel like something was wrong, like a particularly smart fish looking at a flashy lure. But he couldn’t exactly place, but he looked at this young man half his age, staring at a patch of swamp as if he planned to swim in crocodile-infested water.

“You shouldn’t be here, you have folks I can call?” The man asked. “This area’s full of gators.”

Remus let out a full body chuckle, smiling at him. “Oh I’m planning on it.”

Somewhere behind him the man heard the rustling and snapping of twigs. He started to check his gun as he turned to look behind him, seeing a dark shadow moving somewhere in the distance.

“Hey!” Remus shouted, running towards the man with his mace, the man cursed and started to raise his rifle towards him.

The man barely was half turned when something large slammed into him from the direction he’d just been facing. He was knocked to the ground, gun flying to the ground, discharging harmlessly into the forest. The man screamed as he felt something like a snake coiling around him but a flawed hand at his throat, ripping at the soft flesh of his throat to kill him even faster.

Remus stepped closer, his mace hiding behind his back like it was a surprise. He smiled as he kicked the rifle into the small, nearby swampy lake.

The man was weakly fighting as the large, yellow serpentine body continued crushing and constructing. Words bubbles in his throat but because of his state he couldn’t make words.

Remus leaned in, stroking Janus’s side as he spoke to the man, “Shhh, don’t fight, it prolongs it, and I hear a brain hemorrhage sours the taste.”

He finally took a couple steps back and leaned on his mace as he watched.

Janus’s victim didn’t last much longer the claws mixed with a crushing strength of serpentine muscles against a human rib cage . . . well, it would have been laughable to even admit he stood a chance.

Because Remus was standing close enough, but not close enough to be a threat to an apex creature’s newest meal, he got blood spattered on him as he watched another human die.

After Janus was done feeding, he looked over at Remus, his iris narrowed slits.

“How was he ma moitié,” Remus grinned, waving his fingers at the naga.

The yellow naga slid over, coiling loosely around Remus and leaning down to kiss him. Remus felt all the tension leave his body when their lips touched.

“You did wonderfully,” Janus praised, tracing the bottom of Remus’s face.

Remus let out a giggle cackle, jumping up excitedly, “Do we have to head back to the nest? It’s been ages since I stretched my legs.”

“Well we do have a bit of time,” Janus smiled. “Can’t let my favorite pet go stir crazy.”

The human let out a wild giggle that reeked of madness, “I’m your only pet, Dee.”

“True,” Janus’s right eyebrow arched. “I do always like to keep you on your toes. Let’s go before I fall asleep.”

“Yay,” Remus scrambled over part of Janus’s body, already starting to scramble down the path. As he walked, taking a long, slow stride, the nearly silent sliding of a large snake in the forest turned into the soft footfall of feet on dirt.

Remus turned around to see Janus following him, walking backwards, the naga looking human but with an air of not looking quite right. The left side of his face and hands covered in green and yellow scales. He left out a trilling bird call, hissing through his teeth. “Always such a looker ma moitié.”

“Focus on the road, I’d love for you to trip and gash your head open,” Janus’s hiss was almost a warm purr.

“I walk just fine,” Remus laughed, right before tripping over a large rock. Janus let out a higher pitched laugh.

Remus groaned a bit at the sharp pain in his ankle, but smiled at the laughter from his serpentine boyfriend. The nagas were a sadistic bunch, and Remus could only feel a similar giggle bubbling from his body, it felt so good to hear Janus laugh.

Janus let out a warning hiss right before someone’s voice said, “You boys okay?”

Janus quickly turned the left side of his face to hide his scales, burying his hands in his cloak. An older woman was coming down the trail.

Jumping up, Remus stood in front of Janus, “Oh we’re fine, just tripped is all.”

“Oh, I just heard some screaming is all,” she said. “I was just worried, is all. Do you boys live near here?”

“Yes,” Remus answered, trying to hide his nervous giggle. “Just moved in, city life is so stifling.”

The old woman just smiled, “It’s so good to see young people moving back into the village.”

“Yeah, well,” Remus smiled. “We’re okay, do you need help back to the village?”

“What are you doing?” Janus hissed demandingly, the hairs on the back of Remus’s neck stood on end in dangerous discomfort.

“Just trust me, it’s a town,” Remus whispered, and walked over to the woman.

“Aren’t you a nice gentleman?” The older woman smiled, but squinted her eyes a bit when he got closer. “Have we met before?”

“Maybe?” Remus shrugged, starting to head in the direction the woman had come from.

“Yes, you’re Miranda’s boy, always such a sweet boy,” she smiled pleasantly as something painful began to boil in Remus’s heart. Something that the human thought he had killed and buried years ago.

“I thought you went off to the big city?” She asked.

“Surprise?” Remus grinned, she smiled back.

They walked for a bit, the woman talking and Remus trying not to scream and alert more humans. Janus was just silently watching him, following at a distance, still looking human enough to fool most actual humans. Eventually it was all over, the woman lived towards the edge of town and Remus waved her goodbye, refusing to come inside. He felt like his skin was trying to crawl away from him.

Finally the door was closed and Remus stared at the town, barely visible through the trees.

“Are you quite done?” Janus huffed, clearly angry.

“Where are we?” Remus asked.

Janus was quiet for a second, clearly upset and angry. “I don’t know, we try to stay away from this place, it’s too big for us to take.”

“Why stay away? You could glut yourself on this town for decades and no one would know.”

“Because I found you near here,” Janus commented.

Something uncomfortable stabbed at Remus’s heart, of a small boy whose only playmate never wanted him around.

“Let’s burn it to the ground,” Remus growled maliciously.

Whatever reaction Janus expected from the human, it clearly hadn’t been willful arson.

“It’s unsafe, our nest is too close,” Janus warned.

“We’re due to move again, and the new moon is coming up, the Grand Leader was complaining yesterday about not having enough sacrifices,” Remus’s grin was impossible to wipe off his face, he gestured to the town in the distance. “Here’s more than we could ever need. Yig would be so pleased.”

“Enough!” Janus hissed, his features more monstrous. The naga grabbed Remus by the arm and began pulling him back to the nests. “What have we told you about invoking his name? You are still human, never forget that!”

Once they were far enough away Janus turned back into his proper form. “You are not leaving me, you swore to me with your own blood. You are mine, Remus, those filthy humans can’t have you.”

“I don’t want to go back, I want them dead!” Remus shouted back, bravely looking into the naga’s eyes. “I want them all dead.”

Janus seemed to calm down a bit, stroking the side of Remus’s face. “Yes, of course. I’ll talk with the others, but I’m not making any promises.”

Remus leaned into the touch, trying to calm the bloodlust inside of him. He would be back, with or without the Grand Leader’s permission. The town would burn, and maybe the smog in his heart would finally lift.

He followed his love back to the naga nests, he’d find his brother again and wet his blood on the new moon altar.

Or he would die trying.

[xweirdo101x]

The newest addition to this madness! (Yig, also known as The Father of Serpents or The Snake-God, is a Great Old One which appears in H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos.)

Description

Manifesting as a gigantic snake with the arms of a man, or sometimes a reptilian humanoid creature, Yig is considered to be the god of snakes and serpents everywhere. He feels a fierce devotion to his "children," emerging from his sleep every autumn to punish those who harm them. He does this either by turning them into serpents or serpent-like wretches themselves, or simply sending other snakes to kill them when they sleep.

History

In times long passed, Yig and his then-mate Coatlicue ruled the crimson cavern of Yoth beneath the subterranean land of K'n-yan, where the two were worshiped as gods by the denizens of Yoth, the Serpent Men. This arrangement came to an end when the Serpent Men transferred their veneration to Tsathoggua, and mighty Yig placed his curse upon them.

Yig is also thought to be the deity responsible for the legends of the Kukulcan and Quetzalcoatl worshipped by some tribes found deep in earth territory of Sornieth.

Yig is the one whom cursed Medusa into being a snake like demon for eternity for challenging him. Forever cursing her to slither across the earth, have snake as hair and no man can look at her with out turning to stone.

Family

Yig

Mappo no Ryujin, mother

Rokon, brother

Coatlicue, former mate

Ayi'ig, daughter by the Outer Goddess Yidhra

Voltiyig, son

Appearances

The Curse of Yig (1929), by Zealia Bishop and H.P. Lovecraft.

He also appears as an antagonist in Fantasy Flight Games' Arkham Horror board game.

[serpentfever]

Me, finding about the lovecraftian god of serpents Yig:

[hippityhoppitycat]

I want to see little boy

Here he comes!

I completed some yig doodles today and I'm pretty happy with them ;w;

[hubertspala]

23/03/2018 - Yig, Father of Snakes

This capricious Great Old One is know for it’s temper, quick to shift and easy to throw off balance. In anger, to which he is easily stirred, he tosses hexes and curses around in the slithering tongue of his own design, transforming mortals into snakes or other subservient abominations. In joyous jubilation and when pleased with the veneration and offerings from his cultists and devoted worshippers he spreads his many boons around, granting ability to shapeshift, immunity to all venoms and many more. Nonetheless it is not an easy task to worship the Snakes Father, for the tiniest slight can throw him into a bout of tremendous ire. He is also known for ruthlessness in punishing those, who hurt a snake in their life.

[werewolfetone]

Who should you fight: Great Old Ones and Outer Gods edition

(inspired by this post)

Now, I know that most of the time approaching any Great Old One or Outer God is EXTREMELY HAZERDOUS to mortals but let’s pretend for a moment that you’re someone like Randolph Carter who actually has a slight chance in a fight against one of them

Cthulhu

Who wins: You

Cthulhu seems overall like a pretty weak Great Old One. I mean, he gets destroyed by some guy in a boat, not to mention the fact that he’s currently dead/asleep/in some way lying dreaming, so he’s already in a weakened state, which is all the better for you. His powers are also completely fucked up by being in the ocean, which might make it possible to defeat him by simply leading him to a pond or something similar. And if not, water covers 75% of the Earth. You can figure something out. 

Y’golonac

Who wins: Y’golonac

According to at least one source, you can’t even THINK his name without summoning him. How are you going to fight him if you can’t even think about him? Also, you have to summon him to fight him, which is unadvisable to say the least, and when you do summon him he’s going to be filled with rage from being in his prison, which he’ll probably release upon your poor mortal soul in the most disgusting, perverted way ever. Just. avoid him.

Hastur

Who wins: Hastur 

Hastur is going to be hard to fight because like Y’golonac, you can’t even say his name without summoning him. The other thing is the fact that Hastur is so full of rage 24/7 that he’s always in the mood to smash someone into a pulp. He’s also smashed other Great Old Ones into a pulp before, and I’m assuming that anyone reading this is NOT a Great Old One. Consider that he can also drive people insane with his play. Do you want to be killed by a rage-filled theater kid whose name you can’t say without making him appear in your living room? Yeah, me neither. 

Tsathoggua

Who wins: You

Tsathoggua literally considers sloth a good thing. If you were to fight him, he probably wouldn’t show up, and if he did, he’d show up an hour late looking like he just woke up from a nap. He’d let you fight him a little and then be like “oh no you win welp time to go back to sleep goodbye” and he’d be gone before you could protest. So you win against Tsathoggua, but only because he’s lazy and he lets you.

Yig

Who wins: Yig

Yig is a giant snake, with lots of other snakes for his children. You know what snakes have? Venom. Yig is also noted to have a bad temper and be fiercely protective of his children, so even implying that ‘hmm what if I fought him’ is a TERRIBLE IDEA.

Nyarlathotep

Who wins: Uncertain

Nyarly is kind of a wildcard. Depending on the day, what form he’s in, where he is, etc, you’re going to have a better chance of winning some times over others. Make sure if you want to fight him to take proper precautions and to do your research on his forms so he won’t just smash you into a pulp by shapeshifting. Remember that he’s the closest god to humans, so it’s possible that he’ll have more human-like mannerisms. Keep it in mind that he can also use this to manipulate you, because he understands you. 

Yog-Sothoth

Who wins: Yog-Sothoth

If you’re even thinking this, Yog-Sothoth knows it. Yog-Sothoth is omnipotent. Yog-Sothoth is the gate and key. You have no chance.

Azathoth

Who wins: Nobody

The issue with fighting Azathoth is that he’s always asleep, and it’s kind of hard to fight him that way. However, if you DO manage to wake him up to fight him, expect to find yourself and the place you were planning on fighting him suddenly nonexistent. So in that case, Azathoth wins, but he also didn’t know that he was fighting you because you no longer exist, so can you really call it winning? And for you to win, you would have to somehow survive him waking up, which isn’t possible. So nobody really wins here.

Shub-Niggurath

Who wins: Shub-Niggurath

I mean? I guess you could fight her? But she seems like a pretty chill Outer God, and she looks after her cultists more than the others. Also, she’s the most exstensively worshipped and idk about you but I really wouldn’t want a bunch of angry Hyperboreans after me because I tried to fight their god. Still, I think we can safely say that she wins, because if you even manage to find her, she’s going to be surrounded by her children, who you’ll have to get through first, and if you can somehow manage that, too, she’ll just mutate you into a horrifying flesh tree monster

[crossoverworldtree]

Serpent Person (22-Point Quality)

From the days of the Permian Period, the Serpent People once ruled the world.  But several mass extinctions, dinosaurs, and the awakening of several Great Old Ones ruined their civilization.  They remember their glory days and many wishes for those days to return.  Others could care less and just want to survive.  

Others have degenerated to the point of being little better than normal snakes.

And some disguise themselves as humans and lure them into serving an organization known variously as Cobra, Kobra, and Hydra.  Serpent men are as diverse as any other species and should not be lumped into one group or blamed for being ‘the secret underground lizard people who run the world from the shadows!’  Sure, some try to do that, but there’s a lot of forces out there who are better at it than they are.  Most ‘true’ Serpent People can appear as humans, but they are not. They are humanoid in shape, with the attributes of a snake.

Serpent People have a +2 to Dexterity and can raise it to superhuman levels.  The scales they have provide them with an Armor Value of 4, and because of the way snake organs are arranged and how much they’ve had to survive, Serpent People do not have slash/stab or bullet damage double after armor. They are also ambidextrous, see into the infra-red range, and have a venomous bite.  

The bite deals 2 x Strength slash/stab damage and injects Strength 4 venom that lowers Constitution. The effects last for 1 hour per Constitution level of the Serpent.

Even though their human form, these abilities remain true.

On the negative side, they are very reserved, having the Emotionless Drawback at level 1, Mild Cruelty, Adversary 5 (ancient enemies and modern enemies of the serpent people). Sometimes this includes the god most Serpent People worship, Yig (sometimes known as Set or Sobek).  Also, in their ‘native’ form they have Attractiveness -2.

[rexcoatlarchive]

Rip and Tear

The servant universe is an interesting place, another galaxy with odd space versions of servants we're all familiar with, many of which seem very different from the one's we know.

Rex and the others found themselves here after Mhxx received a distress single from her base. A huge rift in space/time opened up and out of it came a huge invasion of demonic monsters seeming to try take over the servant universe. But along with them a former colleague of Xx's who was thought to be lost ages ago was spotted fighting the hoard single handedly.

Rex and Quetz were sent to investigate and find the servant.

Rex: *talking on comms* so what's this agent like?

Mhxx: well before they disappeared they were pretty excitable and optimistic, but for the brief instance I was in contact after they returned they seemed... different, cold. Honestly the only reason we knew it was them was because their bio signal matched up nearly perfectly.

Rex: ...interesting, and concerning.

Quetz: I hate to think what happened to them while they were missing.

The couple found themselves walking down the hallway of a space station that was hit by the invasion, fighting the occasion demonic beast but not as much as they expected.

Mhxx: it seems that while they were gone they acquired more weapons and new armor. Even their class has changed, originally they were rider class but now they're foreigner.

Rex: don't you normally hunt foreigner class servants?

Mhxx: this is... an interesting exception. They're fighting the hoard, so we need them... even if they've changed.

Quetz: well hopefully we can get them to relax and cooperate.

As they walked down the halls of station, they could hear what sounded like an intense battle, and metal music for some reason.

Rex: sounds like a fight's going on

Quetz: well let's get going!

They move faster down the halls until they come up to a door but as soon as they reach the door it seems that the fighting stopped

Rex: already?

Quetz: that was quick.

Rex: well the missing agent could be past thus door

They force the door open, as it seemed to he busted, once the door was open they saw many bodies of demonic hoard strewn all about the hall and in the center was a figure adorned in a futuristic looking armor who seemed the be the one responsible for it all. They had what seemed to be a huge energy sword/chainsaw that looked like Quetz's sword.

Rex: ...hey there... you the missing agent...?

The armored figure pressed a button on their suit which seemed to pause the music, then put away the huge energy sword. Their armor looked strong, and covered almost their entire body. Something interesting is that instead of legs, they had a long snake-like tail. They slithered towards the two breathing heavily the whole time.

Quetz, standing in front of Rex: stop right there

The figure stopped, and grabbed their helmet to remove it. Once the helmet was gone, a very familiar face was seen

Quetz: *thinking* you've got to be kidding me*

The figure had a face that matched nearly perfectly with Quetzalcoatl, along with her hair tho it was tied into a bun probably to not interfere while wearing the helmet.

???: who are you two? What do you want?

Rex: hey there! We were sent by your former employers... I guess?

Quetz: they wanted to know what the hell happened to you

???: ended up in the underworld, fought through the monsters, they came to invade, I came to stop them. That answer your question?

Rex: ...I guess it does.

Quetz: ...why the tail?

???: someone I met along the way said they could make me stronger. Infused the power of some God into me, said they were called Yig or something.

Quetz: hmmm...

Mhxx: you guys find her?

Rex: ...yeah

Mhxx: think you can bring her back to base?

Quetz: if she's willing

???: I'll go for now... but only if they'll help with the invasion.

Mhxx: of course! This is effecting us too.

The three exited the station, reaching the ship Rex and Quetz came in.

Rex: hey, before we go what do we call you...?

???: ...while fighting the hoard it seemed I gained a reputation amongst the beasts, they called me... the slayer

A/N: so there's foreigner class Quetz. This one's the most unique since it's a servant universe version just like mhx and so on. If you somehow couldn't tell by the everything in the story, the title, and the music she's based off the Doom Slayer from Doom. This one's probably the weirdest of the bunch but that's par for the course with the servant verse. Hopefully this one's not too weird for everyone considering how different she is.

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[robbyrobinson]

My Favorite Lovecraftian Gods

Also includes creations by other writers of the Mythos.

1. Nyarlathotep: The Crawling Chaos. The Haunter in the Dark. The Dreaded Voice of the Outer Gods. Nyarlathotep is the son of Azathoth who unlike his brethren who are locked away and sleeping, Nyarlathotep freely travels the world in thousands of forms sewing the sounds of nightmare wherever he goes. While many of the gods in Lovecraft's works are incapable of being judged by our standards of morality, Nyarlathotep has a far too human personality and is one of the few malevolent beings in the Mythos. First appearing in the 1920 short story of the same name, Nyarlathotep debuts arriving out of Egypt to present strange performances on a small town. When the narrator passes them away as tricks, Nyarlathotep forces the city into columns: one leading to sounds of moaning. Another a subway station; the last out of the city to the country. It is said that Nyarlathotep will bring the end of the world and the return of the gods. But he staves it off to further indulge in tormenting mankind to his heart's content.

2. Azathoth: The Blind Idiot God. The Daemon Sultan. The Nuclear Chaos. Azathoth is the ultimate god of the Cthulhu Mythos who dwells in the center of the universe. He is the father of Nyarlathotep, the preferred explanation for why he conceived Nyarlathotep by many writers of the Mythos is to have him as his messenger to exert his will which also includes sewing chaos. Azathoth is unaware of the events around himself as he is continually kept at bay with demonic instruments for when he awakens...well more inevitably so...everything ceases to be because it is all part of his dream. And he'll be left alone unaware that there was ever anything there, to begin with.

3. Y'golonac: He is a creation of Ramsey Campbell who first appeared in ''Cold Print''. He is the God of Depravity and Perversion who knows every horrid perversion any sapient being can ever conceive. Much like Nyarlathotep, Y'golonac (A Great Old One) is all too human in thought processes who hunts those who desire to read forbidden literature or indulge in the most disgusting of perversions so that he could be freed from his earthly prison behind a brick wall. Whenever someone summons him, he tries to force them to become his priest: if not, he eats them. Whenever he manifests himself, he appears as a bloated, obese headless man with mouths on the palms of his hands.

4. Gla'aki: A slug-like abomination that dwells in a lake upon coming to Earth in a meteorite. He has metal-spikes on his back that he can use to transform people into his servants. Through them, there are 12 volumes of books written called ''The Revelations of Gla'aki'' that describe the history of not only Gla'aki, but also other gods around the Severn Valley Region.

5. Cthulhu: The breakout character that the Mythos are named after. He is a winged humanoid with an octopus head whose very presence incites hapless victims into insanity. He dwells in the sunken city of R'lyeh dreaming. He can still affect the world through telepathy and his many cults. It is said that when the stars are aligned, R'lyeh will resurface and Cthulhu will awaken. His awakening would spell the end of the world as we know it. Should Cthulhu ever be truly destroyed, he would be reborn through his daughter Cthylla who is fiercely guarded by the Deep Ones.

6. Eihort: A spider-like being who dwells in a massive labyrinth spanning the world. If Eihort were to catch a human, he would ask them to bear his breed. If not, he would kill them with his large, titanic fist. Even if you accept, you'd be killed when his breed emerges. When he is freed, he will assist the other gods in overthrowing humanity.

7. Yig: The Father of the Snakes. He would send his children out into the world to incite punishments on those who kill his snakes. Either by killing them outright, or transforming them into snake-like beings like himself.

8. Yog-Sothoth: The Keeper of the Gate. He tends to appear as tendrils and eyes, or spheres. Yog-Sothoth knows all and sees all. Past, present, future. Nothing gets past Yog-Sothoth. He is often sought for his knowledge which he'd bestow...but at great consequences. Yog-Sothoth fathered "demigods" like in the ''Dunwich Horror'' with the eponymous horror and Wilbur Whateley. 

9. Shub-Niggurath: The Black Goat of the Woods is one of her titles. She is a fertility goddess who is often depicted as the wife of Yog-Sothoth who bears Dark Young. She often appears as a mass of black tentacles and mouths standing on goat-like legs. 

10. Hastur: Not an original creation of Lovecraft, but more typical depictions as being in eternal enmity with his half-brother Cthulhu. Like many of the gods, his motivations are uncertain, but many hold that he desires to assert his influence on the Earth through his Yellow Sign. Those that become his servants are turned into bloated anomalies with broken limbs and scaly skin. He can shapeshift much like Nyarlathotep and Yog-Sothoth, his iconic form being the King in Yellow wearing a yellow cloak and palette mask with tentacles peeking through the hems. 

[valhahazred]

Cryptid Mythos - Strange Saurians

Living fossils and dinosaur-like monsters are a popular subject of cryptozoology. What sothic truths might an Investigator uncover when looking into such beasts?

6th in a series comparing the monsters of modern folklore to the creatures of the Cthulhu Mythos.

The Telepathic Thing

Two boys from Villa San Rafael in Calama, Chile had a very strange encounter with a seemingly unique creature while searching for a missing pet snake in 2002. While they first thought it to be a stray dog and armed themselves with rocks to drive it away, it proved to be a bizarre monster with an array of seemingly psychic powers! First the boys began to feel sick, as though they had been struck in the stomach by an electric bolt. While one boy immediately started to retreat, the other claimed he felt unnaturally compelled to approach the creature. When he came within six feet it lit up with a luminous aura and he felt a telepathic voice demand, “don’t stare, just run away”. He felt an immediate and inexplicable bone-chilling cold and both boys decided it was time to run.

While it is not explicitly described as a dinosaur I am interpreting it here as a highly evolved theropod, with a covering of grey fur-like feathers and a bony crest it uses to focus its psychic power.

Stoa

This dinosaur-like animal was one of the many south american cryptids reported by english explorer Percy Fawcett before he went missing on an expedition to the Lost City of Z. The legend goes that he even described his encounters with it to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, inspiring him to write The Lost World. The other main source of information on the Stoa comes from a Scottish gold prospector who goes by the pseudonym 'Reginald Riggs' and relayed it to Czech cryptozoologist Jaroslav Mareš. The Stoa is said to look something like a bipedal caiman, with nearly non-existent forelimbs and a head like a horned frog. It lives exclusively on the plateaus around Mt Kurupira, where it hunts Tapir, Capybara and the local Waiká people.

4 Corners River Dinos

Investigator Nick Sucik has compiled a surprisingly large number of sightings of small, fast bipedal reptiles in the area of the San Juan River Basin. They are described as looking like a “living dinosaur toy” or like “a Jurassic Park flashback”. Their environment seems to be wet environments and riverbanks in particular, hence “River Dinos”.

The sceptical view is fairly simple, that people are seeing ordinary lizards running on their hind legs.

Van Meter Visitor

In 1903 Van Meter was visited by what was called at the time, an “antediluvian devil”. The being was first witnessed roosting on an electrical pole, where it was mistaken for a spotlight on account of its brightly glowing head. Although it’s usually depicted as a pterosaur, some of the witnesses implied that it had four limbs in addition to its wings. If that is accurate it may have actually had a more gargoyle-like body, ruling out any form of terrestrial life. This poor creature was met with extreme hostility at every turn, as the inhabitants of Van Meter opened fire at nearly every sighting and its only recourse was flashing lights and an overwhelming stink. Thankfully it seemed to be unbothered by the gunfire. An armed posse even tracked the Visitor to the local coal mine and confronted a pair of the beings, showering them in lead to no effect as they slowly retreated back into the mine. They were never seen again. Were they surviving dinosaurs that simply moved into the caves to die? Or had the coal miners dug too deep and unleashed paranormal entities from an ultraterrestrial hollow earth realm? There was an alleged plaster cast made of the Visitor’s three toed prints but it does not appear to have survived to be documented.

The Mokele Mbembe

Not only is the Mokele Mbembe the best known of the “living fossil” type of cryptid, it’s one of the most famous cryptids of all. Modern witnesses describe a pygmy semi-aquatic sauropod straight out of a slightly outdated paleoart reconstruction but it was once a slightly stranger beast. The first western account claimed that it had a horn and some other descriptions have thick overlapping scales, dragon-like frills or the whattles of a chicken. While it is a herbivore, it is also supposed to be violently territorial and kills any hippos, elephants or humans that cross its path. Its flesh is very poisonous and anyone who tries the flesh of the Mokele Mbembe dies. While it is widely accepted to be a relic saurian there are various theories otherwise, such as the Mokele Mbembe being a large snake, a long necked relative of the hippo or even a large species of pangolin.

The Ropen

The Ropen is described as a massive flying creature similar to a chimerical pterosaur, with tight reptilian skin, boney wings and a long tail ending in a diamond shaped fin. It’s most recognizable feature is glowing spots on its belly and wings. Supposedly they use the lights to attract fish as they skim overhead. Fish isn’t their only food source as they are also frequent scavengers and even dig up cemeteries for human corpses. Ropen are not the only pterosaur like creatures claimed to live in the area. There are also the Kor, cave dwellers that use their long tails as maces and the Solomon Islands Dragon Snakes, that reportedly spit searing lights! There is even some confusion on the Ropen’s exact identity, with the massive 20 foot wingspan and bony crest possibly belonging to a creature called the Duah, while the Ropen itself would be a much more modest 3 foot Rhamphyrincus like animal. It’s worth mentioning that most Ropen sightings are of unusual lights in the sky and not of any visible creature. Even the original sighting by entomologist Evelyn Cheesman in the 1930s only described the lights and lasted for a short 4 or 5 seconds. It was not until much later that the lights were connected to any sort of pterosaur.

In the Mythos

Thanks to Yith stasis vaults and domesticated populations sheltered by ancient species, pre-KPG-extinction megafauna survived much closer to the modern day than they would have otherwise. To the Empires of Valusia they were the Xinli, serving as mounts and hunting companions. Dinosaurs were also known to the ancient people of Mhu Thulan until the Greenland Ice sheet wiped them from the surface of the Earth. But beneath, in the depths of Voormithadreth the Root Archtypes still mimic Saurian forms. Our best bet for living dinosaurs are the dragons of Thuria and they may have even survived into the days where it was called Africa. But that would be too easy for our poor cryptozoologist Investigators.

Hagarg Ryonis

The Great Ones of the Dreamlands generally appear as beautiful humans but there are those known for stranger shapes. Hagarg Ryonis is one such Great One. She has few cults of her own and is usually depicted as a horrifying predatory reptilian monster called “The Lier-In-Wait”. Amongst the Great Ones she serves as the goddess of murder, hunting those who would show offence to the gods of the Dreamlands. The Great Ones rarely have any interest in the waking lands, where their powers wane. However, should a Dreamer earn their enmity the small gods might follow them to a world where their own powers of creation and dream-logic are likewise stunted. Investigators might be contacted by an old friend, sounding exhausted and desperate. They’re a Dreamer of course but lately Dreaming has become too dangerous after the Great Ones began to hound them. They’d been trying to stay awake to avoid them but obviously that can’t go on forever. Even worse, something seems to have followed them to the waking world. They’ve seen glimpses of something huge and scaley in the woods near their home. When they fled into the city it began to appear there too, lurking in alleys and perched on rooftops. Can the Investigators help their friend find a way to make recompense before the inevitable happens and they pass out and are forced to face the Great Ones? Or will a far grislier fate come to pass, as the Lier’s patience comes to an end?

Y’nathogguan Necrotech

The Y’nathogg were never the biggest players in Earth’s history. Always crowded by the Progenitors and pushed back by the paranoid Yith’s exclusion zones. While their necrobiology was robust and adaptable it could not stand up to the sheer power of the Shoggoth and the Star Spawn. They felt like their own planet had no place for them. Then came Quyagen. It wielded the Eye of Zyslm and promised them an opportunity to fight, to take what was rightfully theirs. The Eye brought ruin to their enemies, a mighty weapon and an amplifier for the abattoir foundries of necrotech. Cakatomia was theirs for the taking. But Quyagen underestimated the Yith and the future secrets they bore. The great Cyclopean was sealed away, just as the Polypous Ones were millenia ago. Without the Eye the war that followed was short and brutal. The remaining Y’nathogg retreated to the borehole prison of Quyagen. They cultivated the frozen god’s tissues and made themselves cocoons with which to wait out the aeons, until a time when they would be free to rule without competition. Now Quyagen stirs. The Y’nathogg awaken. The abattoirs pulse with unlife. The time of Quy has come at last!

Byakhee

It’s an interesting coincidence that many of the so-called living pterosaurs are said to produce light in various ways. The Ropen and its cousins glow with bioluminescence, the Van Meter Visitor shines its horn and the Thunderbird (if it is a giant pterosaur) might be able to flash like lightning. The humble Byakhee, with its boney body, leathery skin and bat-like wings, all shining with the light of Carcosa fits the description to a tittle!

Dragons of Yoth

The serpent diaspora started in Yoth. Deep beneath the earth they found Tsathoggua, the lord of N’kai and some of the serpents decided to follow his sorcerous tutelage instead of their maker’s. Yig grew jealous and with the cooperation of his faithful the followers of the bat-toad god were cursed to degeneration. They became worms of the earth, pitiable things that would never slither in the light of the sun again. However, before Tsathoggua left for Voormithadreth to visit revenge on Yig he offered a choice. The worms could continue as they were or they could bathe in the pools of Formless Spawn and be reborn in a greater form. Snake Handling has never been the most accepted religious practice but when six people, including the pastor, at the High-Way Gospel Church die of unusually potent snake venom during a ritual it tends to raise suspicion. When Old Woodrow claimed it was revenge for one of the deceased shooting at a “dinosaur” out in the desert it was laughed off. But now, three sightings and another horribly necrotized corpse later, maybe it isn’t so funny.

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I have to admit that I think “Living Fossils” are among the least believable of all cryptids. They have all the usual problems while also being chimerical and inaccurate versions of things that we know existed. The african ones in particular have the stink of the Great White Hunter all over them, tall tales to sell books of derring-do in Darkest Africa. The Telepathic Thing is better known as the Telepathic Football but that name is dumb and I’m changing it