#eldritch tales

[darielivalyen]

Eldritch Tales: Inheritance [WIP]

Eldritch Tales: Inheritance is a cosmic horror game with elements of romance, set in a Gothic manor. You and your high school friends are reunited after five years by a mysterious letter, and through this letter, you inherit an old Gothic manor and a substantial fortune.

There is only one condition: you must live in the manor together.

As you arrive at Blackthorn Manor, strange, unsettling events begin to unfold. Shadows move on their own, nights are unnaturally dark, and the atmosphere grows increasingly tense. The manor is full of secrets, and the more you learn, the less you seem to understand.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Customize your appearance, personality, and sexuality.

Romance or befriend a wealthy and carefree playboy, a no-nonsense scientist, a disciplined and protective ex-soldier, or a sweet and free-spirited artist.

Manage your relationships, or face unforeseen consequences.

Pay attention to your sanity and health, or…don’t.

Search for clues, solve puzzles, and learn the truth behind your inheritance.

Discover hidden rooms, secret passages, and eldritch artifacts.

Confront moral dilemmas, and be careful as they may have far-reaching consequences.

Face randomized events that will keep each playthrough unique.

Experience multiple endings based on your choices and actions.

What darkness does Blackthorn Manor conceal, and how will it affect your fate? Can you uncover the truth and survive, or will the manor’s sinister influence consume you all?

TYLER REYNOLDS

Personality: Tyler exudes a confident, carefree spirit that's both alluring and slightly unnerving. He enjoys the present and isn't too concerned with the future.

Background: Born into wealth, Tyler has always enjoyed privilege and opulence. While his party-going ways have quieted recently, he still often boasts about his family's status.

Physical description: Tyler is tall and lean with an athletic build. He has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a preppy yet sophisticated style. He is fond of loafers and owns over two hundred pairs.

Smell: Tyler's scent is a blend of citrus and musk.

CALEB MITCHELL

Personality: Caleb is disciplined and protective, with a dry sense of humor shaped by his military background. Despite his rugged exterior, he dreams of a peaceful life.

Background: A former soldier, Caleb has spent the last couple of years doing different security jobs. His protective nature extends to his younger sister Julia, with whom he shares a close bond.

Physical description: Caleb is tall and muscular with a rugged appearance. He has a dark brown undercut, deep brown eyes, and perpetual stubble. His style is casual and rugged.

Smell: Caleb smells of cedarwood, with hints of amber.

JULIA MITCHELL

Personality: Julia is a no-nonsense individual who values efficiency and clarity. Her methodical approach to problems contrasts with her puzzlement at overly emotional responses.

Background: Julia has a deep passion for science, excelling in engineering and physics. Her cross-disciplinary focus defines her academic and professional journey.

Physical description: Julia is of medium height with a lean physique. She has neck-long black hair, deep brown eyes, and wears stylish glasses. Her style is Parisian chic.

Smell: Julia smells of lavender, with hints of paper and ink.

LUNA HARPER

Personality: Luna is a free spirit, and her vibrant personality is reflected in her artwork. Her infectious optimism and innocent humor reveal a soul untouched by cynicism.

Background: An eclectic artist, Luna finds solace in her paintbrush and palette. She embraces all sorts of spirituality and has a deep love for crystals.

Physical description: Luna is petite and has an ethereal presence. She has long platinum-blonde hair with pink highlights, and green eyes, and loves the bohemian style.

Smell: Luna smells of patchouli and sandalwood, with floral notes reminiscent of wildflowers.

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[grokebaby]

To feed an angel

Xerxes retreated into his private quarters after another long dusty day. Sensing it's parent's presence, Athena cracked into warbled, buzzing cries. Like a divinely singing little cricket. She must've been hungry, spending day after day alone in her nest, just waiting for Papa to come feed her again..

She always had breakfast of course, right before Xerxes had to leave for the day's duties. But seeing how long his days were, that was while ago by now.

Cooing at the fat little grub nestled inside a hay filled suit of armor, he picked it up, cradling her in his arms. His little angel.

Literally, of course.

"Ohh Papas here again little precious.. No more crying, I know.. I know, it was such a long day.. What a whipped papa you have don't you?" he hoisted the chubby thing into his arms as it squirmed and reached it's tiny appendages to him.

To the food source.

Wasting no more time, Xerxes cupped her into his armpit, making sure his hold was secure before giving it his wrist, and Athena latched on immediately. She always does. She's such a good, strong little baby. He felt her proboscis pierce skin in one swift sting and soon enough the little grub was suckling, with rhythmic wave motions going all throughout her body as she used all her might to fill her tummy with blood.

In her younger stages, her milky skin was translucent enough to tell where the food storage resided inside her squishy little body, but with each passing week it had began to get harder to spot the quickly filling, vermillion colored spot on the grub. They grow up so fast.. Soon her skin would likely become harder, more coarse.. Maybe then Papa could let her roam inside the barn more freely.

Xerxes found his usual spot, and his taur body laid down to sit as the happy little grub fed. He laid a little kiss on her dark little head. "That's my little angel.." he murmured softly. "It must be so dreadful to sit and wait here all day.. I wish I'd have friends for you.. Papa misses you so much every day. But here you are, always waiting for me. And I'm thankful for that every day. Good little angel.." he continued, softly speaking to the suckling grub. She was so beautiful. He wondered when it'd be her time to cocoon, and how long she'd be in there..

He can't really know until it happens, huh?

After a while, she did unlatch finally. He always flipped her on her back and petted her tummy after, she liked that alot. She usually fell asleep soon after for a little nap. Or for the rest of the night.. That worked too.

"ap.." a fragmented, circadian voice babbled. Xerxes hummed, massaging her belly. "apa.. Ap..."

"Yes, that's me.. Papas right here.."

"Apas.."

"Yes you just relax my sweet little bug.. You're safe with me. I'm here."

"Apas here.. Apa.."

He loved her so much

[witchofthemidlands]

until further notice i shall be of the belief that this is all gearing up to the trickster's big comeback, in this essay i will…

[mamaangiwine]

Honestly? I think there should be more folk horror cinema inspired by The Bible. This shit is so eldritch and it goes hard.

[deconstructthesoup]

The stepmother can do what now

[super-paper]

afotaro is the elephant's foot of toxic old man yaoi but that's not gonna stop me from memeing on it, y'know, as a coping mechanism.

[vangold]

Kind of a warm up now that October is slowly approaching and with it upcoming Inktober. Actually I already decided for this year's theme. I'm planning to do an entire Inktober - or better said Creeptober - Lovecraft-themed. Really looking forward for it. Was in the mood lately anyway to do more stuff into that direction.

However until than don't mind me giving His Yellowness some more well deserved screen time here.

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[metatomatoes]

So I'm not into MTG but I do like collecting things so I bought a few booster packs a while ago just to check out the art. Finally got around to opening them and promptly FREAKED OUT because LOOOK they did Eldritch Elrond!

Elrond, Lord of Rivendell by Anato Finnstark for Wizards of the Coast/Lord of the Rings Tales of Middle-Earth 2023.

[jely-pringle]

E3 is a Multiversal consuming monstrosity hellbent to make anything and anyone his plaything~ :3

My biggest art piece so far. Took me around 12h+ working on it

E3 as the Owl is simply a shell he uses to interact with people

Shedding that skin reveals the Eldritch “Godlike”Body underneath sculpted for devotion and faith as a religious symbol of sort.

And going past that all the way up we get the Celestial. A Swarm of all kinds of universes melded together fueling this universe eating furnace as it spreads the influence throughout the multiverse devouring worlds on the regular.

The purest form of his Instinctive need to devour symbolized as this huge towering behemoth of worlds, stars etc.

[darielivalyen]

Just read Eldritch Tales and it was so intriguing! Well paced, cool characters, very spooky. Excited for more. :)

Hi there! Thank you so so so much for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far, and I assure you more is coming. I meant to upload much more frequently (and I used to do so with previous projects), but I've been struggling a bit with my health.

I write whenever I can, but it's still not as often and as much as I'd like to. Things seem to be getting better, though, so I hope this changes soon! Thanks again! 💚

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[grokebaby]

Lore notes - sayings and lingo of the afterlife realm (Not sins but tragedies)

HELL

- Oh Satan! Is a common curse, or a way to express shock and frustration in the Pride district. This district tends to be aware of human culture and it's own history, and thus Satan is something of a pop culture figure to them. Not real, of course, but it's developed from an ironic inside joke to a common reference. Other variations of this saying include cursing to Satan's body parts, such as horns, for example. This saying is used in place of "Oh my god", which is seen as a controversial sentence (to varying degrees, depending on area and company)

- (By/For/All of) heaven and earth! Is another way to curse, or express exasperation. This isn't a region specific saying and can be heard in most districts. It is often connected into some other sentence to intensify the sense of annoyance, ridiculousness, or grandness the speaker wants to instill. For example "By heaven and earth, you better listen closely right now!", or "For heaven and earth, you two are gonna be in big trouble!" or "You could hit em over the head with it and they still wouldn't care, for heaven and earth!". The saying has a similar energy to "Oh for cryin outloud!", and historically refers to a sentiment by olden angels, which they used to express a sense of superior meaning by excluding hell from the equation. It has been adopted by demons since.

HEAVEN

- A throne's rotation is a way of saying something would take so long, or such intense effort that it's near impossible. This saying is very old fashioned, and it refers to the fact that God's throne is so cosmically heavy, and bound tightly to space and time, that it'd be near impossible to rotate or lodge out of place without causing huge danger. For example, someone may say: "It'd take a throne's rotation to gather all grains of sand from all of earth!" or "What a mess! It'll be a throne's rotation before it's all cleaned up again!". Technical nerds though, can be quick to point out that the saying might also refer to the waves of energy that God's throne cycles ("rotates") in and out of itself at a near constant rate, so really, the phrase 'should' mean the complete opposite. However there's been arguments over the true origin of the saying, and realistically, it could mean either one. The saying has fallen largely out of fashion due to this.

- Oh/By the/Dear Throne is essentially the angels' way of using any "God" sayings. (Oh dear God / oh my god / by God ect) this is of course, due to the highest Angel being God's throne, and not 'really' having a The God™ figure aside from it. Hence, someone saying Oh my god, instead of Oh Throne, would come across strange and foreign. They're also very averse to adding "My" to any throne related sayings, as it comes across as creepy and abnormal at best, and downright heretical at worst. Even mother Ngah, an angel knownly enamored with the throne, would find adding 'My' very disrespectful towards it. To say such is to imply ownership and to attempt to deny the throne it's vastness and meaning. This aversion may also be an attempt to dissuade angels from developing unhealthy relationships or views with and towards God's throne.

[honeyxmonkey]

would carter or anyone in the trollhunters, teach Harley and Sarah sign language? so they would be able to communicate with carter if he lost his hearing aids??

Of course! Harley doesn't know any yet (during the current timeline) but he definitely will when they get home from the life threatening quest! And Sarah was already taught ASL (as it's been two years since she and Carter met)

It's important to them as his teammates and also his found family that they be able to communicate with him in anyway he needs them to. This is also why Sarah will drag Harley into learning Italian with her on Duolingo a few weeks after they officially meet

[braisedhoney]

there are strange aberrations aboard the HIVE, lively as it can be.

(a HIVE short experiment… fic? drabble? does it count as either if it’s not technically fandom based?)

Spaceships feel claustrophobic and vast at the same time. It comes with being modern marvels, impossibly large machines that traverse the stars as easily as airplanes did the sky. It's admittedly a relative feeling even on ordinary vessels.

The HIVE is far from ordinary.

Rooms upon rooms, hallways that twist and turn oddly and doors that should lead places that don't. All of that's well and good enough, but all it takes is one good glance out at the starry depths of the outside to feel miniscule — to realize that space is it's namesake. It's a slippery slope, and usually at least a little existential.

The HIVE lively despite that, though. Shockingly warm in color for a spacefaring vessel, themed like the name was crafted before the construct. Hexagonal wall decor and metal welded to match, all in hues that contrasted the grey uniforms of the crew. The halls are scarcely ever fully empty, especially on the path to communal areas like the kitchens or open living spaces, and theres always at least a few people trudging along to medbay with sheepish smiles and singed collars.

The designated sleeping quarters — the proper ones with each crewmates number stamped on a metal plaque, CR[and so on], not the honeycomb themed nap spaces, nor the various chambers designated for cryosleep — are afforded keycards and locked doors, but some leave theirs open for visitors to come and go. Things become even more chaotic when the ship is scheduled to dock, what with almost everyone excited to disembark and peruse the wares of the local markets before they set off again. Yes, the ship is lively.

But sometimes it feels like it's more than that.

When the lights dim to replicate proper sleeping conditions, sometimes it can be all too easy to push oneself up from bed, bleary-eyed and yawning. To wander out in search of the restroom, or a late snack while in the company of the silent stars. To step, then pause, then recoil as a boot meets something other than the expected metal floor. To hold up a hand and watch in horror as an ink-like substance drips into it, so dark it leaves no room for shadows to be cast within it.

(To look up, and feel your heart stop as pinpricks of blindingly white light pin you where you stand. Watching. Watched.)

It's something to laugh about later. Something to commiserate about — another prank, the others say with sympathy, another failed attempt to say hello — something to dismiss. Terrifying at first, but ultimately harmless. It’s a fact of life aboard the ship; report it to the captain if you like, they add, and they'll take care of it.

It's easiest to open the comms if you need them, if they aren't just walking around—the door to the captain's quarters is locked even during the day, you see, so the comms are the best bet. (Nobody other than the captain even has access to that room anyway.)

Yes, there are strange aberrations aboard the HIVE, lively as it can be. Odd characters out of uniform and out of place, they stand out like sore thumbs. But the captain claps them on the shoulders and seems, if anything, overjoyed to cause them trouble, often chasing them about with tablet and pen in hand. Shouting about being a proud father to someone they could not look less similar to if they tried one minute, laying in a dramatic pose claiming death the next. Always unconcerned with the circumstances of their arrival, treating each one like a strange friend. No matter how much some of them protest the familiar treatment.

With time, the changing doorways and strange new arrivals that disregard the need to board or disembark normally all become routine. A revolving door of new and old faces amidst the sea of warm metallic colors and grey uniforms.

Perhaps the next station they visit will have another market. The stars make for a beautiful view between pit-stops, as long as you don't stare for too long.

If too much time passes, the doors do grow bored of waiting.

[watcher0033]

Heyo! I was at the peripheral but will now be joining the jjk fandom.

Would like to thank @cursedvibes (sorry for the notes spam XD💞) for singlehandedly convincing me with his KenJin fic "Stitches Across The Eyes" and his truly intriguing jjk meta posts to finally look into JJK and not just cursorily watch from the sidelines at the fun fandom shenanigans. I’ve been successfully infected with Kenjaku Brain Rot (pun totally intended) as well. So, Curse Ye for that (affectionate).

Thoughts on JJK so far:

From some posts l've seen, JJK is like a deconstruction of the Shounen Tropes like how Madoka Magica was for Magical Girls lol I wonder if Gege watched it

Apparently lots of parallels w Tokyo Ghoul too fsr. l've seen some posts making parallels on some of their themes and narrative structure

I can't fathom why, but I just can't get passed the first ep of JJK anime 😅 I have no trouble reading the manga tho so I’m doing that instead

I love Yuuji!! and l've only had him for 2 chapters! I love how he’s portrayed as kind and considerate via his thought process, or how he interacts w those he's close w like affirming his presence and his friends niche interests in their weird little circle, or saying he got flowers for the nurses bcoz of Wasukes apparent allergy to gestures of wholesome feelings (the horror lol), and the reason why he saved his friends and Megumi not just because it's right but how he made a distinction between "proper" and "improper" deaths. That last one really filled me w glee. It’s such a unique and morbidly wholesome (justified) take of an MC on his first venture to heroism. A new beginning right after death. I really like the potential shown.

Anyways, glad to have came in fully investing on the Itadori Family. Fun existential and psychological horror abound in the guise of Shounen Tropes! Tropes! Tropes! 🧠🫶🏻

Edit: My notes as a budding JJK scholar ft. first impressions. 😂

[talefoundryshow]

ALMOST GONE!

Our King in Yellow Prints are nearly sold out for the second time! There are only ten left, so if you've been planning on picking one up, now may be your last chance to do so😉

[silver-dragonborn]

If anyone deserves vengeance, fire, and blood, it's Aemma Targaryen.

Give me fanfiction where she's a literal ghost haunting the halls of the Red Keep, shadowing Viserys's every step, and sending Alicent and Otto Hightower nightmares that keep them up all night. I want to see a situation where she makes life unbearable for the men who destroyed her. I want her curse to wrap around their necks and strangle them slowly. I want her ghostly form cradling her dead boy Baelon to appear before Viserys and say, "You have killed us, you have killed us, you have killed us." Aemma repeats herself until the words rise to a ghastly scream, jaw stretching, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she screams so loudly that Viserys's Lego land splinters and falls apart.

Just like Un-Cat hunting down Freys and Lannisters alike, let the curse of Aemma Targaryen tear the Greens apart from within. Let her rage consume those who've wronged her in an inferno until there's nothing left but ashes. Let her ghost lighten the load on Rhaenyra's shoulders so she can marry Harwin Strong and finally enjoy life with her beautiful, brown-haired boys without the Hightowers breathing down her neck.