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cosmic-jesterz · 5 months ago
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DUDE the minecraft movie trailer pisses me the FUCK OFFFF DUDE IT LOOKS SO BAD 😭😭😭😭 this is why minecraft story mode is PEAK everyone should play mcsm 💚💚💚it’s the best Minecraft movie yall will get that isn’t that live action slop with jack black🙏🔥🔥
Anyways I’m reallyyy upset that the mc movie is going to be LIVE ACTION of all things.. the movie being live action just takes away the entire charm of Minecraft it just doesn’t WORK in my opinion and it sucks that we have two really good Minecraft 3d animation styles to work off of 💔💔
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I’ve said this so many times but a 3d Minecraft movie would have just worked so much better??? Especially looking at some of the amazing 3d animated movies we’ve gotten in the last couple years
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turiyatitta · 1 year ago
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Absolute Monism
Singularity is the same as MultiplicityIn the vast expanse of philosophical discourse, few concepts challenge the contours of human understanding as the idea of Absolute Monism. At its core, it posits that everything is essentially a unified, singular reality, but herein lies a paradox: If all is One, how does one account for the seemingly infinite multiplicity that populates our universe? The…
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goryhorroor · 10 months ago
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horror sub-genres: lovecraftian/cosmic
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whereserpentswalk · 10 months ago
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Most interdimensional entities that humans consider horrifying demons and eldrich horrors actually consider humans pretty dangerous unless they're actively trained fighters. Your average extraplaner being isn't used to dealing with a species that evolved to hunt in groups, and developed to survive in violent scenarios.
Most final girl situations happen because young entities deeply underestimate that humans have such a strong will to live, and are willing to fight back agasint a stronger foe. Most older entities keep at bay for this very reason, which is why you just see them stranding around being creepy.
That pale long limbed cryptid you spotted in a subway station moved so quickly because it doesn't want to end up near you. That shadow person whose hovering over you in the woods is trying to observe you, but it will teleport away if anyone comes near it for a good reason.
And that doppelganger that's standing by your door at night just wants to observe you too. He was smart to try to copy your roommate's face, but he doesn't realize how good humans are at recognizing eachother's faces, and that his copy will be disturbing to any human who sees it. And he got way to reckless with his movements and bad attempts to imitate human speech. Trying to trick the human who he wants to study into coming to his dimensions is an even bigger mistake, especially since he didn't realize how quickly the human would catch on. He's soon going to learn things he should have read up on before hand: humans will try to attack things they're afraid of if they can't run away, humans can use almost any hard object as a weapon by holding it and swinging, and that those decorations on your wall are called 'swords' and were not originally designed as decorations...
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thestuffedalligator · 1 year ago
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I read Fat Face by Michael Shea last month and it was. Fine? It was a Cthulhu Mythos story written in the 80s, it was very edgy and it had a lot of tropes I’m not a fan of, I don’t really recommend it, but I have to talk about one detail I have not stopped thinking about since I read it.
So. I knew Fat Face through reputation because it was the story that inspired Shoggoth Lords from the Call of Cthulhu TTRPG, shoggoths that can control their cellular makeup to look like humans. And the twist in Fat Face is that shoggoths have been hiding amongst humans in Los Angeles, and at the end of the story one of them eats the protagonist.
The tone of the story is grit. It’s grime. It’s sleaze and sexual violence and drug abuse on top of cosmic horror. It wants to be taken seriously so bad.
But here’s the thing about the shoggoths: they have a business.
They have two businesses they run out of an office building in downtown Los Angeles. A shoggoth is a primordial blob of eyes and mouths and flesh and hunger, and the idea of one of them at the LA Office of Finance registering an LLC is already. Great. Perfect. No notes.
The business is a front — and again, that’s great, a shoggoth went, “I want to do some nefarious deeds and not get caught by humans; I know, I’ll register a fake business that’ll be a front, and no human will ever suspect�� — because the actual interior of this office is a room of pools of water made from black and ancient Antarctic rocks so that shoggoths can relax in their original blobby forms and eat stray animals that they’ve caught.
So it’s basically just. A place for shoggoths to unwind after a long day of pretending to be human. It’s portrayed as cosmic horror, but it’s shoggoth Cheers. Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your shape.
Here’s the kicker. The front of the business is a hydrotherapy clinic and stray pet rescue.
When they decided to make a front for their secret lair in an LA office building where they hang out in pools of water and eat stray animals — the front they prominently display and advertise — they decided to go with a hydrotherapy clinic and stray pet rescue.
That is Goosebumps shit. The rest of the story reads like a tone poem about the sleaze and violence of Los Angeles, and the main twist of the story reads like R.L. Stine.
But that’s not even the detail I can’t stop thinking about. Because the story reveals that this business — which again, is a front made by alien blobs to eat stray animals like an ALF-themed buffet and hang out in jacuzzi tubs of Antarctic rocks in an LA office — has a flyer.
Which means there’s a shoggoth with a passion for graphic design
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coockie8 · 9 months ago
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This is gonna sound cold, but as a creator, if there is any type of ship you are so uncomfortable with that you would demand your fans not ship specific characters of yours due to that, then straight up do not release your creations to the public.
Again, I know this is gonna seem cold, but you do not have control over how other people are going to interpret or engage with your creations, and if there exists an interpretation or form of engagement you loathe so much you would demand people never do that with your characters, then keep your creations to yourself.
There are 8 billion people on the planet, which means the potential for approximately 8 billion different interpretations and forms of engagement. It is impossible for you to like, or even just be comfortable with, every single one of those, and it is crucial that you make your peace with the fact people are going to be interacting with your stories in ways you don't approve of if you're going to be publishing. Because again, this is going to happen, you can't control it, and you will drive yourself insane trying.
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waitineedaname · 2 months ago
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it's wild to me that yoohankim isn't the default popular orv ship because like. obviously yjh and kdj are batshit insane about each other. but neither of them would exist without han sooyoung. if she didn't love them with the intensity of a dying star, yoo joonghyuk would've never even come into existence, and kim dokja would be dead. if joongdok is batshit insane, then han sooyoung is the reason for it, and she's just as batshit insane about them in the process
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ghoulishfreak · 9 months ago
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You don't know how you got here. You don't know what's going. Whatever it is, that thing, has already taken away your ability to remember. It's looking at you, you can feel it looking at you with its giant, hypnotic eyes.
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You know you only looked for one second, just barely caught sight of the thing. But even that was enough to make your mind so blank and empty. You need to get away, away from this monster so you could think again. You stumble for a while with your eyes closed shut, hoping to create some distance. When you're finally feeling brave enough, you try opening one of your eyes to take a peak.
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KNEEL
OBEY
SUBMIT
Fuck! How could the eye still be in front of you? You can feel it eroding more and more of your mind. It was even projecting thoughts into your brain. You needed to get away, you had to get away.
But... it's starting to feel more and more hard to get away. You couldn't move your legs no matter how hard you tried. How could you escape something so huge? And it's feeling more and more enticing to just open your eyes. It hurts to keep them shut.
No, you can't give up. You need to... need to get... away? No... that isn't right. You need to... need to....
KNEEL
OBEY
SUBMIT
Right. Yes, that's right. You feel yourself fall to your knees. Yes, that feels so good. So much better to obey.
OPEN YOUR EYES
Yes
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You see the monster's massive eyes. You know now, you were never going to escape its gaze. It sees you. It controls you. It feels so good to keep staring and obeying.
PLEASURE
You obey. You reach your hand down and start pleasuring yourself. You don't remember taking your clothes off, maybe the monster did it for you. The thought's are fleeting as you stare deeper and deeper into the monster's eyes. You feel your thoughts being taken from you, pleasure and obedience filling up your entire being.
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PLEASURE
OBEY
SERVE
The Eyes were all encompassing. You could not resist. It felt so wonderful to obey, to keep pleasuring yourself. To serve this being. Distantly, you feel yourself cum, but the pleasure doesn't stop. You don't stop touching yourself because you haven't been ordered to stop.
This is your life now. Wherever The Eyes go, you will go. You will obey. You will serve.
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shitpostingkats · 4 months ago
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Joshua Twewy truly the character of all time because Joshua Twewy can be anything. He can be your princess he can be your cringefail loser he can be your wet kitten he can be your homoerotic teen friendship he can be your evil mastermind he can be your tortured meow meow he can be a girlboss he can be your bubblegum bitch.
Perfectly written to be open to interpretation. The amount of times you'll be talking to a twewy fan and the Josh Topic will come up and they'll just go "no no no, here's what Joshua's deal actually is."
And then proceed to pull a completely unique and textually supported Josh Take out of seemingly thin air.
Breathtaking.
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gothic-allegory · 1 year ago
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Nyarlathotep by Álvaro Fernández González
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trashiiplant · 10 months ago
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Me, @revolvius and @excessive-moisture decided to do the three way art collab together.
This was really fun actually- I even got a chance to try rendering water properly so hell yeah
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cicadako · 5 months ago
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Wow the new slay the princess update sure looks weird!
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foldingfittedsheets · 1 year ago
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One of my earlier jobs in life was at a little pizza place. I worked there when it was first starting up. It’s the only job I’ve ever been fired from.
Anyway! For this story to make sense I’ve first got to set the stage. This pizza place started out as the Wild West of management but one of the original investors was super committed to work programs through the prison. We hired a ton of ex convicts and they were all, to a one, super hyped on Christianity. Like born again for the sole purpose of lauding Christ with their every breath.
I was raised without any religion which I liked very well. Throughout my life people have tried to inform me about their religion and I end up deeply resenting it. I’m good. I’m vibing. I’m staying in my lane. I’ve also had more than enough microaggressions for being queer that I get skittish around people who are especially devout.
I hadn’t been working there long but I’d definitely noticed the Jesus bug had gone around, I tried to steer clear of the topic for my own safety as much as possible.
The day our story takes place, I was folding boxes. Anyone whose ever worked pizza can attest, there’s so much box folding. It’s something that happens at every lull, the pizza machine demands box folding on a grand and epic scale.
On my right folding his stack of boxes was a guy wider than he was tall, made of pure muscle, Corey. He was newer on staff, and due to a stutter he didn’t talk much. All I knew about him was that he got hired through the rehabilitation program and had done time.
On my left folding was a tall middle-aged woman who loved to yell at me, Cindy. She and I rubbed each other the wrong way and had nothing in common, leading to a tense working relationship.
We folded boxes in silence. This was really my best case scenario as a quiet Cindy was a Cindy not riding my ass, and Corey intimidated me.
But the weight of the silence grew too much for Cindy, who finally said, “I really want to go to bible school.”
I folded a box. I had less than no idea what bible school even was and I didn’t want to get sucked into a religious topic.
On my right Corey said, “W-why, Cindy?”
“Well, cause I believe what’s in the Bible, but I just don’t know it all.”
He nodded sagely to this.
Cindy continued, “And every time I sit down to read the Bible I get real sleepy. And I know it’s the devil.”
It’s so hard to convey her tone in written format. It was delivered with the emphasis and exasperation of an inevitable inconvenience. Like, I just know it’s the squirrels eating the bird seed.
I froze in place at this pronouncement. My only exposure to Lucifer was Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics and I was trying to mentally twist into a frame of mind where The Morningstar cared enough about this one middle aged lady expanding her knowledge of the Bible that he followed her around cursing her with sleepiness when she picked it up.
I think I expected Corey to say, “Well that’s silly,” or something to acknowledge what a bizarre thing Cindy had just said.
Instead he said, “Yeah!” In a tone of complete agreement.
I didn’t look up. I tried to keep my face neutral at this development.
But something must have shown. Corey said, “You don’t believe in God?”
I shrugged casually and said, “If I did I wouldn’t talk about it at work.”
“C-cause it’s t-true. If y-you t-ry to r-read the B-bible on unsanctif-fied gr-round the d-devil m-makes you s-sleepy!”
I made a noncommittal sound and fled into the back room.
Over the next week it drove me crazy though. The logic of it wouldn’t leave me alone so finally one day when it was just Corey and I in front, and the restaurant was empty, I said, “Hey man, I have a question.”
He shrugged and listened.
“I really don’t mean this with any disrespect, I just genuinely want to know about the logistics-“
“J-ust ask.”
“Okay, so if Cindy gets tired when she reads any book, is it only the devil making her tired when it’s the Bible?”
His face went purple with fury and he yelled, “F-fuck you!” at my retreating back as I fled once more into the back room.
It will forever remain a mystery.
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bethanythebogwitch · 1 year ago
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One thing I see a lot in cosmic horror stories is the idea that the great old ones or whatever view humans as like ants. The metaphor being that most people don't even think about ants unless the ants start doing something like getting into their house (which would be like people doing rituals to summon the great old ones) and think nothing of killing them. Occasionally you get the kid who likes burning ants with a magnifying glass, which would be Nyarlathotep.
However, using the same metaphor, we have people who are fascinated by ants, who study them for a living and for fun, and who work to conserve ants and keep them alive. If the metaphor holds, we should see great old ones who are interested in humans but aren't hostile.
What I'm saying is that I want a story where humanity discovers an eldritch abomination that proceeds to start doing a study on our habits and biology and appealing to the other great old ones to set up a nature preserve for our conservation.
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whereserpentswalk · 3 months ago
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There's a girl in your freind group who just appeared one day. Like literally. There was one day when she appeared and everybody else acted like she had always been there. Only you didn't remember that she had existed, or more accurately only you remembered that she hadn't existed the day before.
She acted normal. So very freindly. But there was something off about her. She seemed too hand crafted, her skin too pale, her hair too blond, her eyes too blue and face too pretty. She looked more like a doll then like a real person. And it was clear after asking the right probing questions that she had no hometown, no family, no ethnic group, that she just was. You were good at asking that type of question, to prove she wasn't human.
You're the only person in that freind group who knows about the supernatural. Like, you don't deal with it on a professional basis or anything, you know a few people who are more involved in it, and you've gotten the chance to see a handful of anomalies and entities and like one eldritch being. You even time traveled once. None of it was a big deal, but you thought they were cool, and it's good to know they exist. The reason it's important is because you know knowing about that stuff effects how you perceive certain things, especially when it comes to recognizing illusions and paradoxes.
You studied her for awhile. Did what you could to check her every little action, wonder if certain small things she did were what a human would do. Question her without letting on how much you know. You've studied the way she eats, the abnormalities in her dialect. The strangeness to how she got her documents. You stole a bit of hair to send to a lab and they confirmed her nonhuman. You're pretty sure from studying the way that her clothing moves on her body that she doesn't have nipples or private parts or a bellybutton, you know it's weird to speculate about that sort of thing with someone but a body like hers is different. Still, you never got full proof, never figured out what she really was, never got to show that she wasn't a real woman and expose the inhuman creature underneath.
As time went on, and you investigated her further and further you stopped being able to see her as a monster. It's clear that even if she's not human, she probably doesn't know what she is either. And more then that she seems like a nice person, all that time you spent with her trying to figure out what type of anomaly she is, you ended up actually getting to know her and she seems like a genuinely nice human being. When she told you she liked a new song and wanted to play it for you that probably was just her liking a song. When she developed a hyperfixation on birds and started being able to name local species at a glance that might have just been a legitimate interest. When she had a crush on a girl in your freind group that was actually just a crush, and not her looking to prey on someone in an alien way. You watched a TV show with her early on to try to figure her out, that might have been the first show she ever watched.
At this point you don't really think about her inhumanity when interacting with her. She's been in the group for awhile, everyone has far more real memories of her then false memories at this point. Trying to expose her for what she really is would just be mean at this point. The paradoxical nature of her existence isn't the main thing you know about her now.
You did have to come clean that you knew something was up. You didn't tell her how much you knew, or why, you just dropped the right hints and she caught on. She became so upset, so guilty, she was worried you would tell everyone else, or that you would hurt her. A few months back you would have, but not anymore. You hugged her, didn't ask any questions about what she was, and did your best to comfort her. Though her existence may have been fake, her hugs were real, those tears were real, and that was enough.
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buqbite · 5 months ago
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Halo
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