#eldritch horror rp

[hellcab]

𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

{ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ - ʀᴏᴛʜ ᴋʀᴜɢᴇʀ. }

{ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴀʙ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇʟᴅʀɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ }

ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ:

Clarke's Third Law, Addiction to Magic, Cosmic Horror, Fatalism, Living in The Past, Individualism, Unresolved Grief, Abandonment, Emotional Manipulation, The Reality of Never Going Home Again, Transcendence, Koyaanisqatsi ( Life out of Balance ) and Resisting Fate.

{ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ / ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ }

{ ʙɪᴏ. } / { ᴘꜱᴀ. } / { ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ. }

[malveil-mfrp]

The Morgavia Empire. A floating island, and humanity's final beacon.

It is the only refuge from the world below, the Withered — dark place full of haunted beings and where sanity is threatened. The Academy has made efforts in deciphering these forces, but their opposing ideals make it…difficult. The Aegis, who seek to contain and destroy these forces; The Equinox, who wish to peacefully co-exist with it; and The Invocation, who wish to harness and control it. With these forces only getting stronger, and trust becoming fragile at every turn…who's side will you take?

MALVEIL is an 18+, OC-friendly, MFRP group server set on a floating sky island, where three branches of its prestigious academy clash over the control of otherworldly forces. Muses awaken with all their memories except for why they arrived here at all. Explore their new skybound home, uncover secrets at every turn, and delve into the haunted world on the surface…but do be sure to keep your sanity intact, lest you wish to turn into a horrible entity of your own mind's making. ( Be wary of: Insanity, corruption, eldritch/body horror, blood, and violence. ) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

NAVIGATION. 》 PREMISE. 》 MASTERLIST. 》 EARLY ACCESS.

[stolememory]

❝Do you know of the oldest monster? That which spreads quicker than any plague, and grows within all like a parasite earned from birth? It's a terrible creature- for it is knowing. For every terror and horror grows from the act of perception, awareness, knowing. So it is the worlds curse that knowledge was born.❞ 

IND.SEL.PRIV Hermaeus Mora of The Elder Scrolls Universe // as praised by Jackalope.

[eldrot]

-* I THRUST MY TORCH WITHIN, BEHOLDING A BLACK TUNNEL WITH THE ROOF ARCHING LOW OVER A ROUGH FLIGHT OF VERY SMALL, NUMEROUS, AND STEEPLY DESCENDING STEPS. I SHALL ALWAYS SEE THOSE STEPS IN MY DREAMS, FOR I CAME TO LEARN WHAT THEY MEANT. - the nameless city.

#𝙴𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙾𝚃 an unaffiliated selective and highly private RP blog for an original character: EBENEZER 'EZRA' SCURLOCK: an undead mortician that exists as the benefactor of a mysterious pact with an ancient, powerful THING! inspiration taken from gothic horror, cryptid lore, and literature written by stephen king, anne rice, edgar allan poe & lovecraft. [ ... AND MORE ] .

[cashiiered]

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎#CASHIIERED — a selective, indie, private original character written by MORGAN

[peachsequence]

👁‍ Eldritch Horror Prompts 👁‍

Random Prompts

The shadows twisted and writhed with a life of their own.

Whispers came from the corners of the room, speaking in an ancient tongue.

A sense of dread seeped into my bones, creeping up from the darkness below.

The walls seemed to pulse and breathe, as if the building is alive.

In the distance, a distorted figure danced with impossible grace.

The sky was a swirling mass of colors.

A faint, otherworldly hum filled the air, growing louder.

The ground beneath my feet collapsed as I fell into the void.

Sentence Starters

“Do you hear that? The whispers—they’re calling my name.”

“There’s something in the darkness, watching us.”

“The shadows... they move when you're not looking.”

“I’ve seen things that defy all logic and reason.”

“We were never meant to find this place. It’s waking up.”

“Wait, shut up and listen. Do you hear chanting?”

“Every step we take, it feels like we’re being pulled deeper into its grasp.”

“Don’t look directly at it. It sees you when you look.”

“The stars... they’re shifting?”

“I can feel it in my mind, scratching at my brain."

“We need to leave this place before it consumes us.”

“The ground beneath us... it’s breathing.”

Vibes

Portraits with melted faces

A library that smells like old books

Messy notebooks filled with strange symbols

Insomnia-filled nights

Cracked mirrors reflecting otherworldly scenes

Echoes of distant, haunting chants

Shadows that slither and crawl

Forests where the trees seem to whisper

Abandoned ruins covered in cryptic runes

Late night conversations that ramble into conspiracies

Twisted hallways leading to illogical locations

Ancient tomes bound in unknown skins

Walls that seem to breathe and pulse

Clocks that tick backwards

Murmurs from beneath the floorboards

Strange lights flickering in the fog

Seas of black water under a starless sky

Marble sculptures that shift when unobserved

Something deep in the ocean, waiting patiently

[anexistingexistence]

I need Hush to explain trigonometry to me

[theplagueraven]

Discord RP Server

🌐The Vivarium🌐

An eldritch being has created a pocket dimension and turned it into its own little zoo, collecting intelligent life from all across time, space, and the multiverse into this place for its own entertainment. The world is filled with science and magic, love and terror, disasters and miracles.

Your character was taken and imprisoned in the Vivarium by this unfathomable creature. How do you survive?

Features of the Vivarium RP:

Genre vibes: Sci-fi, horror, eldritch, post-apocalypse, fantasy (it’s a multiverse melting pot!)

Literate/Semi-literate

Strictly 21+. Adults only here please. NSFW and heavy/problematic themes are allowed (in writing ONLY, be excellent to each other OOC).

OC and Crossover friendly!

Non-human/alien characters welcome!

Very rare activity checks, write at your own pace!

Extensive homebrew worldbuilding, supported and expanded by members

Occasional server events to mix things up

Everyone here's a huge nerd tbh. Come say hi!

Discord Link Invite Code: KXr5XDTZUS Disboard Ad Artwork by Heiko Klug

[spookymoonybeasty]

Me looking at my own angsty fanfiction I wrote.

[maljaws]

(16+) Cthulhu Mythos Discord server!

For all those who enjoys the works of H.P. Lovecraft, despite the racism, and want to find friends and people to bond over it!

No matter how familiar or not, all are welcome. Wether you’ve read every single one of the works or just absorbed the mythos in pop culture and are curious

There’s also roleplay channels for those who wish to join me in the haunted town Dunwich

Queer friendly, system friendly!

Hope to see you there

Also yes this is because I want buddies who have Cthulhu brainrot

[midnighthybrid1]

I need to post more art here so OC ART DUMP BE UPON YE

A collection of artwork I’ve done based on OCs from a server I’m on called Hollow Wood Academy, very kooky slice of life horror rp. Belladonna Oaks is a perfectly normal, sane place filled with perfectly normal, sane people.

…right?

Anywhooo the characters featured areee:

- Drystan Dodd (Mine)

- Dareck Hunter (Mine)

- Amir Lagoon (Mine)

- Lemon Cleaver and her boyf John (Lemon belongs to me and John belongs to somebody else on the server)

- The Shopkeeper (Belongs to somebody else on the server)

- Lysander and Spade (Lysander belongs to me and Spade belongs to somebody else- we hate him in the house (why must he be so fun to draw))

Hope ya enjoy! Likes and Reblogs are appreciated, please do NOT repost my artwork!

[malveil-mfrp]

MALVEIL is an 18+, OC-friendly, MFRP group server set on a floating sky island, where three branches of its prestigious academy clash over the control of otherworldly forces. Muses awaken with all their memories except for why they arrived here at all. Explore their new skybound home, uncover secrets at every turn, and delve into the haunted world on the surface…but do be sure to keep your sanity intact, lest you wish to turn into a horrible entity of your own mind's making. ( Be wary of: Insanity, corruption, eldritch/body horror, blood, and violence. ) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟔 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

NAVIGATION. 》 PREMISE. 》 MASTERLIST. 》 EARLY ACCESS.

[my-wife-is-an-elder-god]

Definitely a normal tongue

Your wife, with her tongue fully extended out of her second mouth

(Honestly this was just to draw attention to the fact that she has not one, but two giant mouths- one being the entrance to her throat. So... do with that information what you will)

[dinthoqaf]

An unexpected passenger

Candlelight burns steady, unflickering in its existence as Dinthoqaf sits at his desk, writing out a sum of scrolls and messages meant to be sent to those connected to The Sanctum but not attached via the Sanguine. There were so many people to reach out to to see how things were progressing routinely, or rather, weren’t progressing in various regions of the world, and to make sure the efforts of The Sanctum were kept out of the public eye. The signal from the Mages Tower was going to be problematic but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t prepared for and all in all, The Nameless and those within the Sanguine did their jobs finer than he could have hoped. Now it was the time of The Nameless to do what they did best, take on an unassuming role. Hearthglen was to be seeded and repopulated, filled by those who were his faithful, those who sacrificed themselves to make this vision a possibility, this was a calculated risk and plans were already in place as a bunch of remnant scourge and rot-infused gnoll corpses were amassed and put into burning piles outside of the gates of Hearthglen with the soldiers killed buried at the bottom of the pits to keep wandering eyes from doing much digging. His forces, no, the survivors would claim it was a rogue band of Scourge-infested Gnolls that dug their way through the mountainside and were caught off guard, resulting in casualties and a singular mage who’d grown panicked that set off the alarm spell. That mage had been dealt with and summarily executed militarily for leading the panic that caused even more deaths and distress. No loose ties. Dinthoqaf stops and squeezes at the bridge of his nose, humming as the hours are late. Zalilirah and the kids had already gone to bed and the majority of the other caretakers were now gone or sleeping. These were the hours Din got most of his tedious work done, when the rest of the world slept, he had strings to pull. Mundane affairs that so many overlooked and ignored due to the lack of excitement they provided. Come the morrow, other affairs would need to be attended to. Skormosh’s wounds, if he hadn’t had them attended to yet, Larkspur's new body needed to be tended to as well and prepped for the ritualistic exchange and a myriad of other tasks in checking the health and mental status of people who remained and survived the assault. The push had caused some to leave the fold as well, not a genuine surprise as Din knew some paid more heed to the coin or attachments until they realized the weight of his vision was too much to bear and could not stand to support it. Chaff from the Wheat, my dear Defiler. Dinthoqaf told himse–... He stopped, freezing. A thought that he would have, yes, but… this wasn’t his and his blood ran cold. No. No. He was tired, a mental trick of the exhaustion in leading so many via the Sanguine and continuing despite the fact rest was always required when working in such a way. It’s a beautiful thing you know, reunions, and ours has been such a long time in the coming. His vision swam and where there was once light cast upon the walls dark tendrils of shadow moved where they should have held no purchase. The corners of his vision moved and he could feel his heart begin to pound and beat, his quill drop and fall with the echo of a tree in the forest. His senses flared and his palms began to sweat as breathing became near impossible. “I killed you. I ripped you out and that god damned goblin and his crew killed you. I left you buried.” Yes, you did… but your Father on the other hand… The revelation hit him like a well-timed punch in the gut. How did he miss it? How did he overlook it? Now you realize it, don’t you? How quiet I have sat, watching you and waiting, growing with you and the deliciousness of the blood you took into your veins. Oh, my sweet Defiler, you and I are so far from done with one another.

A wet squelching noise occurs as something starts to move beneath the surface of his flesh and this was not of his will, but of its own. The sensation started at his heart, in his chest and started to move to his limbs and up into his neck and even crawling around in his mind and skull. His head shot back and his mouth opened to scream as his nerves light with pain. No sound comes, no air moves, and his muscles flex and contract, doing everything they can to release some sign of the torment he had. The Sanguine; unable to be used entirely but keeps him connected. His mouth opens wider and the stranglehold on his throat yet refuses to leave even when the corners of his mouth begin to split, causing tendons to shred, and flesh to become ribbons as a clear divide comes to run back towards the hinges of his jaw at each side. You thought your success was yours and yours alone? My dear boy, you and I are connected now and forever… Finally, a scream erupted from within. Dinthoqaf springs upward, hands gripping madly at himself. Birds outside chirped, it was late today and Zalilirah must have been off with the kids or doing something else. His breathing aches, his throat hurts, and a hand comes to run up his face… sticky. His movements turn sluggish as he pulls the hand away to inspect it for sweat. It wasn’t. No, blood was the reasoning and his hands came back, both of them to find tidy, neat lines that ran from the corners of his mouth back backward along his cheeks. There wasn’t going to be any hiding this, not for long anyway, especially from Zalilirah or from the ever-prodding Varethuun. Word was going to get out quickly that he was changing, but first thing first.

A disciple comes into the room, head ducked low as if called. “Burn the bedding and mattress. Replace it all, now.” Dinthoqaf spoke, standing up from the bed with blood that ran down the entirety of his nude front. “Prepare a bath.” “I-We, have work to do.” Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel it, hear it. A peal of laughter that had once been long gone and buried had returned to him once again, merging with him in every way now in a far better creation than his last mangled form had allowed for it to be. Maybe… maybe it was time for a change. Maybe The Defiler was growing into something… more.

[hisuianhellion]

Another set of photos and videos from a now closer reality...

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death. Blood. Violence. Eldritch themes and horror. If you wouldn't play Bloodborne, be wary of this post.

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A photo of a piece of paper. Upon it is a medical record, old as could be but still relatively well printed, that has a hastily scrawled on name at the bottom.

"Rose Waite"

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A recording begins. A tired looking woman with a gaunt chin, a pair of circular glasses and a slightly haggard ponytail behind her head leans into a chair, staring off into space. "I… okay. I don't… really know where to start with this. My name is Rose, Rose Waite. I'm seemingly a Hunter in a place called Yharnam. And I don't remember anything from this point back. But there were a few… pictures and videos on this. I think that's what they're called." She seems to look along the phone for a few moments before sighing through her nose.

"It's my voice. It's something I don't recall ever saying out loud, but there's even a direct parallel in this exact room where she's introducing herself. It's giving me something of an idea of what to expect, though. Some massive be--" A crash is heard, and she glances over for a moment, staring. "… some massive dog twice my size is in the next room. Isn't there?"

She pauses. She lets the sound happen a second time. More 'bits and bobs' crashing about with wood crumbling soon after. "… shit." She frowns slowly in response before ending the recording soon afterwards.

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"HAH… h-hagh, okay… alright." The recording continues with her little breaths of victory before she lays on the floor, staring off into space. In her hand was an axe. The same one as before. And the gun is visibly on her hip. Alongside this, however, was a gash that did noooot look healthy along the shoulder holding the axe. "Fffffuck. That hurt. A lot… nngh!" She stabs something into her leg, growling outwards. Like a human would in pain trying to hold it back… as the wound steadily closed up on camera. "GOOOOOOD… good shit… okay. Ow."

Gradually, she stands herself up, peering outwards. "… the way that thing moved felt. Kinda familiar. Like I had fought it before. I was able to read its movements a lot easier and. And I was able to be aggressive enough to kill it before I died. Like in the recordings. It's. It's a little weird. I'd take a hit, but... if I managed to get the thing's blood on me, I'd... part of me would absorb it? And the wound wouldn't... hurt nearly as bad." She takes a few deeper breaths, rolling her shoulder and trying to make sure her clothing was still relatively intact. Still that same casual suit without its jacket. "… I need armor. I feel like leather'd be better, should hold up against claws better. Threads'll catch 'em." A nod, and she ends the recording.

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"… wow this town really is just fucked." The recording ends abruptly as a rather loud SCREECH is heard.

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"So. Okay. Uhm. I think I might've… deviated a little. See, when I fought Gascgoigne--" She seems to squint a bit behind her newly placed hat, adjusting her jaw slightly. "… was that his name? It seems pretty clear in my head, though I'm pretty sure I never heard him say it. Either I'm comprehending what I'm fighting more cleanly or the echoes I get are telling me more." She shakes her head. "Whatever. Regardless, I guess the big thing is that I recognized... that brooch." A quiet point… and as she shifts the camera to look through the outer one, her gloved hand is pointing towards another corpse. Freshly made of a woman in rather quaint dress… with a bejeweled brooch as stated. Blood red and glistening in the setting sunlight.

"I know who to bring that to." The recording ends.

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"ON. A. WHIM. I just. I go and check! I make sure the girl's okay! And she's GONE! She fled when… wh-when I wasn't looking! I made sure she got the brooch! She… she knew her parents were dead, and the recording said she left to LOOK for them! But now! Now!"

Rose's mouth clenches, fangs visible along her jawline as she showed off the, yet again, rather bloodied white ribbon. She slammed a fist into the wall, shaking it enough for dust to steadily crumble along, and she choked out a cough, growling outwards. "I don't get it…! I just don't get this fucking place… I tell her, she dies. I don't, she dies! That's not… that's not fair! She doesn't deserve to be swimming through a fucking PIG!"

The woman settles down into a sitting position just outside of the sewers the massive boar had been in, shakes her head and stares outwards towards the moon. "… I don't think I ever found Paleblood in that last one, did I…? Maybe… maybe if that's the key. I need to see things in a different light without losing myself in the process. I need… I need to stay calm…" She sighs. "… I need a trip to the Dream… Sucks this doesn't work there."

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"… so apparently it does. The moment I make mention of it in a log, it does." Slowly, she flips her phone's camera to show the rather… calming Hunter's Dream. A doll, standing beside the staircase leading up, tilting her head quietly towards her as she shows the Workshop above. "Old man Gehrman and the Doll live here… they've been helping me out, giving me pointers and strengthening my body and weapons here. It's been… rather helpful." She glances down, showing rather small, ghoulish creatures upon the tombstones of the area. They seem to be grasping upwards slowly, one even nabbing her pant leg and glancing up eagerly. "And these are the Messengers. The Doll told me about them. Creepy, but they're just. So eager to help? It's…"

She slowly settles beside the doll on the stairs. "… it's not enough." Her hat slowly gets placed down beside her as the Doll turns fully to glance down upon her, even speaking quietly.

"What do you mean, Good Hunter?"

"… I can't save someone even if I try. All I'm good at is killing. Slaughtering beasts despite what they call me." Rose quietly pulls off her glove, tapping her teeth. The fangs are clear as day, and along her cheeks… well. It looked a bit like facial hair. But she knew better. "… and I'm not sure they're wrong. Gascoigne changed. Couldn't I?"

The Doll gently takes a seat upon the stairs beside Rose, peering over quietly. "Good Hunter… Rose, yes?" A nod follows. "You are here… are you not?" Rose let her eyes glance upwards towards the Doll contemplatively. "That tells me everything. That tells me that you are still you. That you can still do good. That I can still love you with a sound heart… after all. Is that not why I was created? To love my Hunters, new and old."

Rose couldn't help but blink at this. The recording ends soon after this, but a gentle sob can be heard right beforehand.

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The contrast from the previous recording to this photo is stark. It's aimed upwards towards a nearby building with the aforementioned caption clear upon it.

An Amygdala is visible. It's undeniable. It's a strange, spidery creature with human-esque legs and arms… many… MANY arms. At least six of them, and as a previous recording from a previous life had attested… the head did not look normal. It was a strange "nut" with pores that looked to house eyes. Dozens of them. And even in a photo, not supposedly a gif…

… the head seems to be slowly turning to face the camera. To face the viewer. The moment focus is off of it? It shifts back. And doesn't move again. So one would think, anyways.

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"So. Met someone. Helped someone. Begging they aren't gonna just die like the rest of them." This photo is of Eileen the Crow, quietly bowing for the photo. She seemed a little amused as they stood within the Oedon Cemetery, where Gascoigne had died. This old crow had stories to tell based on her garb and stance, but a simple photo wouldn't do anything to share them.

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"So the girl had a sister... She's going to die, isn't she?" Rose quietly stares outwards in response to saying this, her eyes plainly focused on the moon. "I gave her the ribbon. She cried for a moment... before slowly starting to giggle. I think I might've just driven her mad..."

Her eyes glance at the camera. Still blue. Not red. Not like the others. That was a good sign. "... I've done what I can, it's up to her to stay sane enough to survive..."

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"I see why the other me didn't like snakeballs. Fuck 'em." The recording ends abruptly.

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"Well I can guess I shouldn't be here. Considering, uh. Considering the fact that, uh…" She shows what's in front of her. And it's a tombstone. With bloody goo inbetween split parts. "… it's warm when I touch it. And I don't think I want to know why that is the way it is. I heard someone chant about 'Amygdala' showing 'the poor fool' mercy. Probably me. I'm a pretty poor fool right now… Ugh, my head feels like it's splitting like the tombstone is, I… fuck this, I'm moving again." The recording promptly ends.

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"… I feel… I feel something's wrong." Rose quietly sits back. Her camera is facing outwards towards her hand. And claws are visibly peaking through her fingers as her body hair seems to be turning into fur. She stares outwards. "I… I defeated Rom. And I don't… really think I can comprehend what I'm hearing. It sounds like… like a baby crying. It almost sounds like it's coming from the sky or… another alley sometimes. And I don't understand why. It's like I'm… being called by it, but I can't reach it. And I don't think I like that…"

She squints. "Paleblood… to transcend the Hunt. That's what the note said. I think I'm capable of seeing what Paleblood is now. I rewatched the old recording, and I can only guess that happened after Rom for her. For the other me. I'm… scared. She sounded like she was losing her mind when this information reached her. Like she was turning into a monster."

She pulls the camera to face her again. And she shows off her fangs. Her nose was a bit darker as well, and the facial fur was becoming more overt. "… I am too. I'm… I'm starting to change. The urge to maim things is getting stronger, but I feel almost… calmer now? More in control. More… focused, I guess. I think it's about time I get moving, though." She grunts as she stands herself up, pointing upwards towards an Amygdala right above her, staring pointedly in her direction. "Some people must've done something in lower Yharnam to attract these fuckers. I've killed one way bigger by now, but… I have to wonder what's gotten them into such a tizzy if it wasn't me. Because that was hours ago. They'd be after me in force if I was the issue." The recording promptly ends.

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A photo is posted of a strange, dried up corpse. Sitting in a chair, a rather large cage is settled around its head, and Rose has put the caption as such:

"Doors in this world are fucking weird. But then again, so are corpse piles from the moon."

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Rose stands staring. The recording starts on her face, lit by what sounds like a rather roaring fire. Her eyes are still a pointed blue as she glances down, her cowl upon her face hiding that it's just a bit… further outwards now. Slowly, she flips the camera. And shows the Hunter's Workshop in the Dream is now very much on fire… but not burning down. It just is.

"… I feel like I'm about to find out what Paleblood might be if the Hunt is about to end…"

The recording promptly stops here.

[eldritchborn]

❝I once saw the face of God. A vast and sudden silence among the noisy heavens. That evening I dreamt I listened to a one sided conversation I should not have overheard. I do not watch the skies anymore. I do not look up.❞ 

IND.SEL.PRIV Multimuse currently featuring Hermaeus Mora of The Elder Scrolls lore. Also containing muses from BG3, Silent Hill, Everhood, and more