#horrors beyond mortal comprehension i guess

[uncontrol-freak]

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[activatebutterflyshield]

Revisiting an old, old concept from the dusty depths of the World of Light and Darkness with this WIP. Also actually trying to do colored digital art again.

Angels are one of the five Fallen races, descendants of Celestial-born who left the Firmament and became mortal. Their cousins, the Long-bodied and Element-born dragons, descended willingly to help and guide the various people of the World in the ways of magic and fate, sacrificing eternity for their love of Creation. But the Angels, alongside the Demons, were cast out of the Firmament for their actions. The Demons were once Dark-born, the Celestials of Empty Space, who nearly destroyed the Created World in the distant past. Their siblings the Angels were once Light-born, the Celestials of Stars, who tried to replace the Firmament with the Created World. Thusly they were cast out, and their grief at loosing their immortality warped them into caricatures of their former selves.

Angels have the forms of Light-born taken to the extreme; nothing but wings and eyes and raw warped magic. They lack mouths or proper limbs, vocalizing through jagged movements and moving like fire on the wind. Their half-corporal bodies seem to stretch and shrink not at the will of the Angel, but at the will of Fate. These pitiful, horrible beings can be found drifting among the desert sands of Ravai and Lyardia, their forlorn cries sounding something like trumpets and the crashing waves of the sea. But they are not to be trusted. Angels cannot control their urge to create, and anything they come into contact with will warp beyond imagination. It is said that when the first Angel Fell into the desert, it created towering spires and everlasting sandstorms in its despair.

Their former Dark-born counterparts, whom I may or may not ever draw, are similarly bent and twisted reflections of their former selves. Spiked and fanged, they are nothing but claws and mouths and the lack of light. They have no eyes nor proper body, feeling with endless tongues and stumbling about with tearing talons. These Fallen live in the icy north of Baru and Lyardia, hissing something similar to cracking ice and untuned harp strings. As the opposite tragedies of Angels, Demons have an unrestrained need to destroy, twisting and erasing parts of Creation at the will of Fate.

But when they Fell, some of the new Angels and Demons actually managed to keep fragments of their sanity. Knowing that their kind were doomed to wander endlessly, never satisfied and never at rest, they resolved to create something that might be able to restrain them from total destruction. And so the Fae were born, living embodiments of the disparity between Light and Dark. They are shifting, inconsistent mortals that may appear however they please, though most look like combinations of Demon and Angel traits. Because the Fae were born, they will die, but their mortality also keeps them freer from the strings of Fate than their immortal and everlasting parents.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

So what are your personal thoughts on Yilidth (if you haven't already answered). I hadn't read the comics in a while but I don't think they ever said anything about him being related to Duman, though considering his eye and hair colour I guess it was probably implied. How do you think he created him? Like did he just use magic or did he had a one night stand and then years later, a basket with baby Duman just appeared with a letter telling him he's the dad, and he's like "Oh, f*#k".

I actually made an au where the wizards had joined Yilidth's wizard cult as novices and one task that he made them do was babysit Duman. Imagine the chaos😂

I think I have given my thoughts on him before, but that was both a while ago and I didn't appreciate him as much as I do now, which you can tell 💀💀 very angry very rambly stuff over there- So let me give some more/updated thoughts!!

Him being underused and shoehorned is still very true, unfortunately. He could've been a super handy tool to give us more information about the whole Terrestrial conflict, since that was an interesting part of canon that might have benefitted from a bit more exploration, even if it was a bit late. But then he just. Wasn't?? He was announced, he came, he died?????? And that was the first and last we saw of him. Honestly deranged boooo yucky.

He never even got to interact with the wizards again- You could literally say he was just some random criminal that had been locked away and almost nothing would change, and that's really his main problem. Aside from his design. I mean, love a blank canvas to throw a bunch of takes at, but come on!!!!!

Him and Duman's relation was never really mentioned either, I don't think? Beyond the "He was the leader of the fairy hunters!" there's really um. Nothing. Like in general. Ask canon Yllidith their names and he'll give you a blank stare fgbhbn- Tbh I'm surprised Duman's even in the lil flashback thingy at all ngl

Now, can we call any sort of relation implied? Are we gonna give them that much credit? Well idk! I'm just personally a fan of it so I just kinda. Squinted real hard. Matching eye colour? Mhm. Hair colour? Sure kinda. Yllidith having illusion magic and Duman being a shapeshifter? Yep that lines up enough for me, that does it, they're related now. Some people see the vision, others might not- I've spoken to plenty of people who aren't a fan of the take and that's a-okay, just know that I very much am 👉👈

This is a. Surprisingly consistent thing for me too?? Like yeah there's a case of "it depends on what I'm doing", there usually is- But not to a large extent ig? The method varies, but in a lot of stuff I'm doing now there's definitely a relation in one way or another.

Usually Duman is more or less made from scratch, a magic'd up baby, if you will. Though the process did include Yllidith's blood, so you have enough wiggle room to still say there's a blood relation. (Duman wouldn't.) (Yllidith only does when it's convenient.) But I've been getting the urge to explore a more normal approach where he was just regularly born lately, so maybe I'll get to that at some point too.

And!! If you ever feel like sharing more of that AU in any way, please do, because it sounds absolutely DELIGHTFUL. Imagine them thinking it's gonna be an easy enough task, and they wonder why nobody else wants to do it, then little Duman starts shapeshifting into horrors beyond mortal comprehension. Bye, I'm obsessed.

[madametamma]

I’ve seen a few stories about plucky humans taking down arrogant and extremely powerful ‘immortal beings’ or ‘gods’ (The ghostbusters vs Gozer for example)

And I’ve seen plenty of stories where Arrogant humans deal with forces beyond their comprehension and pay dearly for it, (HP Lovecraft stories for example)

I like the idea that when Danny becomes this insanely powerful ghost king akin to an eldritch horror, he vows to never underestimate anyone who challenges him.  

He was raised by humans who had ways of taring the most powerful of monsters apart.  He’s faced humans who were much more formidable than one would guess at first glance countless times.  He was once on the other side of that challenge.  The plucky mortal taking on impossible odds.  He made the mistake of underestimating humans and their resources one too many times when he was young.  Now he is ancient and wise and does not mess around.

Danny has been the one to end the lives of mortals who thought they had become legends in their own right for taking down cocky ‘gods’.  The battles have been mind blowing.

And a lot of times...

Danny in a deep, horrifying, ghost speaking voice:

SWAT!

“Oh, are we done?  Excuse me. I thought from the way you were...  never mind.”

*Wipes what’s left of the challenger off his claws

[heartshapedbubble]

Hi, i'm so glad to see you here again! I hope you are doing well after your winter break

You may not believe it, but as soon as I thought about you, it turned out that you opened requests again!

Actually, I don't have a specific request, just an idea: Dreamwalker interacting with the reader acting as a "sleeping beauty". Maybe it could be a very very short oneshot with scene where Luchino wakes up the reader with a kiss or few hcs where Luchino sends the sleeping reader good dreams, warding off nightmares or smth like that

I guess my thoughts look very messy, so it's okay if you reject the request. This idea came to me right before going to bed, but it seemed so interesting to me that I couldn't help but share it with you

No matter what you decide, thank you for attention and have a nice day! ♡

oh god i had so much ideas/concepts with this but compiling them into something... comprehensible was quite the challenge. i love dream walker to death one of my favourite a tiers

this went more in the general hc direction but i made sure not to forget the romance🫡🫡🫡

shout out to you nehvas you're one of the people carrying both my account and the luchino fan society ong 🙏 luchino fans are in for a treat with this one i fear i didn't expect to write this much but here we are

dream walker luchino with a sleeping reader/general hcs🦎🌠

cut for length !

one of the first things that came to mind here were the notsnitsa (nochnitsa), evil spirits from slavic mythology that torment the sleeper by sitting on their chest, drawing out their life energy

i'd consider dream walker an anti-hero, maybe not even a hero at all. all he does is roam people's dreams, be they nightmares or heavens, that's why he's armed in the first place!

the exact reason why he roams the dream sphere is unknown to him. at one unspecified point in his (now) immortal life he sensed a calling to slay the horrors concocted by the human consciousness when it's off the leash of sanity, and for him, that's when his actual life started

once he finishes exploring, he bottles up the dream inside a glass container, ridding the person of it and their memories of it for the night, adding them to his already big collection. during his free time, he rewinds the dreams and watches the unique dream world unfold inside the container like an ecosystem, bursting with life that, sadly, isn't real nor logical

the way he enters a dream is quite simple. since he's not active nor visible to mortals in the daylight, the moment the clock strikes for midnight he enters the chosen one's bedroom through the window, crawls to their bed and inches his own face closer and closer to the victim's, merging their minds, perceptions and senses together

he, in fact, never considered the act to be something possibly intimate or even loving, and he hardly paid any attention at what the person he's possessing looks like anyway. for him, the beauty does not lie in the shell of the human body, but rather in the roamings of their stray mind, their deepest and darkest desires unveiling when their owner is already asleep

but maybe, just maybe... there's something more beyond the boundaries that he's familiar with.

however, he can't say that he lacks empathy. maybe just doesn't lack it completely. when he feels them squirming or beads of sweat forming on somebody's forehead under his coarse palms he sighs and something in him just clicks, and without thinking he wipes their sweat and pressed his cheek to theirs instead, gently holding them until the threat subsides enough for him to deal with it

you found yourself directly facing - or not - the dream walker once. or twice. or was it maybe thrice? every single time it felt new, the eyes under the cap shining in a new, unknown way to you and that bioluminescence of his illuminating his face from a different direction during every encounter.

it felt like you were paralyzed, unable to move, unable to dream, completely aware of the layout of your dark room, although you knew your eyelids were tightly shut. in the blink of an eye your window flung open and, barely making a sound, a monster at first sight entered your room, anchoring itself on the footboard of your bed. it was like thousands of fireflies clustered around his body, his eyes shining brightly like two beams, directed right at your sweating face.

despite it's appearance, it did not talk, it did not roar, not even hiss. from its mouth only an occassional deep breath was heard, and motionlessly it sat there - looking at you for what seemed to be tens of minutes. it - or he - had a seemingly puzzled expression on his face, trying to get at something. after rubbing his face a few times and averting his gaze in embarrassment, you figured he wasn't sure why he was doing so, either.

it got off the bed, creeping to the side of your bed, crouching down so he was face-to-face with you. he even tilted his head, maybe out of curiosity, maybe to mimic the position of your head. your heart was beating so hard you swore you could end up breathless, and cold sweat showered you, but at the same time you felt no fear. as if you have already gotten over the shock of this stranger in your room. it stemmed from something else, which for now you couldn't feel, your body reacting to it automatically

by now you could feel his breath on your forehead. his claw went for your soaked cheeks, brushing the sweat off with as much care as possible. before you could even think it through, he grasped your face with his hands, one hand below your chin, the other on the top of your head, and brought it closer to his. his scaly face was cold to the touch, like pressing your face against a frostbitten hand. your mind slowly went foggy afterwards. what you saw before your eyes were spots of gray and white, clustered like clouds. with a guilty look on his face, he moved away after a while - your vision now back to normal - as if he was contemplating if he should stay or not.

for a moment he returned - reaching for your face with his own again, but this time, quickly pressing his closed mouth on the spot where your nose meets the forehead, seemingly trying to give you some sort of a blessing. retracting away as if had committed a crime, a glass bottle in his firmly clenched hand, he backed out of your room - the window perfectly shut as if nothing happened.

he became a frequent guest, leaving with a differently colored bottle every time you saw him, and when you weren't able to see, you sensed his presence around you, that magical aura of his. the scent of rainy forests with a soft hint of blackcurrant, always unleashing a pleasant cold feeling beneath your skin under all those heavy blankets. sometimes his lips rested longer on your temples, and a few times he even unbuttoned the first button of your shirt, letting you cool down faster after what you discovered was a reaction to a nightmare. and when you didn't hear him pacing around your bed, you could sense his gaze hyperfocused on your face from the usual spot he was perched on.

the following mornings were always odd, your limbs numb and mysterious marks scattered across your arms and sides. nevermind the effects on your body, your head never hurt and your mind was clear, not a single nightmare or problem troubling you upon waking up.

you weren't sure why or what exactly was he doing - but you found yourself excitedly waiting for his return, wandering to sleep without any troubles.

the next time i see him, you thought to yourself, i'm going to be the one reaching for his face. and every time it was him going in first, and every time, it seemed like he stayed an hour longer than before, looking out for you in the dead of night. troubled with what he didn't know were potention feelings, puzzled by questions with no answers, he looked back at your serene state, and swore he'll find out as soon as possible. and until then... he might as well make you his.

this last sentence was a bit corny im sorry guys im writing thus half asleep

[anns-works]

League Of Jay Tings (bc that right there? wasted potential)

The customizable character was a cool-ass feature and one of the best ideas Unagami had for the game. Even before Jay got sucked in, there were players running around with the ninjas as their skin.

(Scott got bored at one point and spent his time antagonizing the Red Visors in a Gold Ninja skin that was ridiculously expensive. Hw also lost a life. Totally worth it.)

On that note, I would like to point out that Jay and Scott's skins appear to be similar, so I'm guessing its one of the defaults that they ended up customizing (I imagine its like putting on a mustache or hat on minecraft Steve and calling it a day.

So, Jay's early days mainly included trailing around Scott cuz he was the only interaction he had with another person that wasn't just an NPC.

They finally encounter another another player but this one has a (surprise!) Blue Ninja skin. wat resulted was a ten minute long standoff between Jay and the other player which involved a lot of pointing and unintelligible noises.

The player bolted. Jay followed them screaming the entire time. Scott also followed cuz this was the most entertainment he's had in a long time. It's a miracle they haven't been discovered by any of the Visors yet.

The played leads them to a hideaway that had a LOT of people, all equipped with Blue Ninja skin.

Scott's previous amusement quickly turns into horror as he quietly goes what the fuck over and over again. Jay gets an idea like you know what, lets use this.

and basically thats how the League of Jay born in Scott's garage through Jay's ''diabolical" plan (he's making a safe hangout space for these kids and also letting them cause chaos)

(For convenience sake, lets just refer to og Jay as SRJ (after his gamer tag) ft. some of the other Jays from the league! w/ their nicknames. DeeJay777 is Dee. Jay22Walkin is Walker. BlueJay6669 is Blue. JayBird9000 is Birdy.)

Most of the things these gremlins do is mainly going around to vandalize stuff. Scott is apparently the "Master of Color" or whatever that may entail. It just basically means he can go around graffitiing "UNAGAM I UR MOMAS A HOE" or other stuff like that.

And back to the whole customizable skin bit, it was an instant hit cuz of the opportunities it presented. You could be a guy. You could be a girl. You could be as sexy as a kpop idol (is that in thing in ninjago?). You could be an eldritch creature beyond mortal comprehension if you're willing to spend up a few units.

Dee enjoys not having tits for a while. Birdy also loves the whole transmasc feeling. SRJ just updated his skin to be Like That™ to give everyone gender envy.

Unagami once released a feature in the game that would let you access different levels and mini-games based on your selected binary gender (back when that was still a thing). The League hated it and let him know dearly. So Unagami changed it into something else and threw in a couple units in the mix (a goddamn dance competition). This was an instant hit. They planed their next updates based on the League's reactions.

Unagami: I didn't realize it was you at first. But some of your actions proved to be quite educational.

SRJ, flashback to that one time he wrote "UNAGAMI I FUCKD U MAMA HERE" on a wall cuz he was feeling pissy: Sure man, don't mention it.

Also on that note, SRJ DEFINITELY founded the ninjago LGBTQA+ community. I meant ninjago in itself is a pretty non-heteronormative society and you can kiss whoever you want with no issue. But everyjay was trapped in the lair w/o Scott out nothing to do and he's bored out of his goddamn mind and just suddenly suggests coming up w/ names for different sexual orientations cuz why not? taxonomy is fucked but they're bored.

Walker has an anthropology degree and Birdy is studying gender so might as well begin.

After getting out they get awarded by the NU for their fantastic discovery.

SRJ gave up the mansion he inherited from Cliff Gordon to Scott and it sort of turned into a hangout spot for the League.

One League member said on Chirp (jokingly) that the League of Jay should have their own social media platform cuz they're too weird and are apparently freaking out people on Chirp. They get a reply from Blue who tells them she'll look into it, and two months later there's a new social media in town.

Lentils and beans of all sizes, I give to you TRip, ninjago tumblr. The buckwild experience ever. A huge hit among the serpentine immedietly.

Those iconic posts but ninjago style. Red floor at Darkley's. the three weed smoking ninjas. Don't you love the color of the gi. I like your shoelaces, thanks I stole them from samurai x. Garage ballpit.

[mxmollusca]

People who followed me for gay pirates, thanks for sticking around in spite of the horrors beyond mortal comprehension

Those of you here for the horrors

Sorry about the gay sex I guess

[sexisdisgusting]

anon whose ex was a model partner but then got discarded… yeah, he was most likely cheating. lol. so they can be consistent, have routines, do gestures regularly and plan dates regularly, show all the affection in the world, equally divide labor and actually do MORE chores than you and get insistent that you sit back if you try and help and fool u bc nothing looks like lovebombing it all paced out healthily… and still hate ur guts bc u didn’t recover emotionally from a MISCARRIAGE fast enough. he literally turned off all love for me once i didn’t bounce back and act like my old self.

my fault for dating a moid i guess. i have abt an equal amount of male to female exes (1 more female than male) and all the moids were abusive but i don’t learn bc i’ll get my heart broken by a woman (the last ex told me she never saw a future with me and was just passing the time and that devastated me bc i was planning our fucking honeymoon in my head), end up later on dating a man bc i’m self destructive and boom! horrors beyond mortal comprehension. this one had me fooled though for sure.

:( oh anonita i am so sorry he sounds like an absolute shit i am so fucking happy hes out of your life, you dont deserve to be subject to that fuckery

i love you so much and im hoping for nothing but the best for you :( if you need anything im here

[personmanrb]

As mentions in a previous post, this is the first "concept board" sorta thign i made for my OC the "Person" formerlly known as the "personman". As you can guess, the name is my own, but after a while i decided to truncate the "man" part so it flows better as a cryptid, more on that momentarily.

To address the first elephant in the room, yes the original image is an AI generated one. I feel the need to address this as while i myself am generally unaware of the harms or ethics of AI art (Tumblr is the first blog-based social media platform i've used, and i haven't been using it for long), even from my brief time on Tumblr so far i can see that a few folks don't like it, with good reason backing their views up at that. I used crAIyon (at the time Dall-E mini) to make it by plugging my Discord username into the machine (PersonMan_reborn) and just liking the green crescent-headed figure result a lot, so now i tend to use it as a pfp for most things. The AI used was pretty rudimentary at the time, but even then I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea if they see my AI generated pfp on Tumblr. Though, I wouldn't mind learning about how exactly AI image and art generators steal from human artists and the consequences, it seems quite the interesting rabbithole.

Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, where to begin! As i mentioned, that result i got from the generator just stuck with me, so when i finally decided to start drawing things digitally, however limited that would be, i knew i wanted to interpret how i saw the image. And how i saw it was as myself; rather, an alternative version of myself designed to be able to function in settings it is placed in. Fundamentally, the "person" is intended to be a sort of cryptid or extradimensional horror beyond mortal comprehension; think old classics like Slenderman and infamous terrors like Cthulu. It is both me and my creation, serving as a vehicle to insert myself and my experience into a story if i so choose, while trying to avoid being a literal self insert; it represents the viewer of the media or story, and can be as sincere or as meta as the situation calls for, whichever I as a real world person would find more entertaining. Of course, it can also function as a regular character to an extent, devoid of being a 4th wall break. The "person" also serves as a few roles because of this property, mainly in my D&D world comprising of my multitude of concept characters where it acts as several entities; the patron of one of my warlocks Melvin the Mad (inspired by the section in Tasha's Cauldron of Everything about being your own patron), a regular eldritch horror, a backup replacement character parading as whatever class if for whatever reason i need a throwaway to fill time, and a failsafe tool to be used as a DM for if something needs to happen despite the situation, for the sake of story and timeline; to name a few. About that last one, if for example a PC would be about to die in an unsatisfactory way, the "person" would intervene to prevent their death, even if at the cost of it not leaving the PC alone for its own amusement, like an omnipresent crow. Of course, the "person" also simply acts as the visual manifestation of my online persona, a simplistic character to be used in art, memes or any otherplace where one would be needed.

I'm always updating it, even if i don't draw the additions or post anything for a certain amount of time, and i patiently await the day i can get a PC (computer this time) and supplies so i can begin drawing all my ideas in ways that can serve them justice! Watch out for future posts like this, because next i'm going to be posting rundowns of ALL of my ttrpg characters, including D&D, LANCER and HKRPG.

[kiruliom]

frequently asked questions

what is liom? LIOM stands for labels, identities, and other minorities. basically a general label for, well, minorities, centred around mostly disabilities, neurodivegrency, alterhumanity, bipoc and the queer experience. more info can be found here (link)

can one add your terms to one's hoard? this is slightly nuanced topic for me. is it mostly private (needs a direct link to the hoard to even see the identities)?? if yes, then go for it!! no need to ask me or even credit me if u dont want to. is it someplace public (ex. pinterest), then yes, but please inform me first and make sure to at least credit me or link to the OG post! this is to make sure my terms dont lose the connection to their roots (me) or their original definition. PLEASE respect this!!

can one add your terms to a wiki/archive? sure. however!! please go over it with me first (via asks, dms, whatever), make sure the definition doesnt get altered in any way, and credit me!! this is literally just archival ettiquete but Ive seen some people not be able to do that so ^^'

can one make a subterm for your terms/make a matching term? yes yes yes yes yes!!! please tag me!! Id love to see them and will reblog them :D <3

can I coin a term on your to-do for you? sure!! just ask me so there wont be an accidental double-coining situation, and again Id love to be tagged in the finished product

can one recoin/remake a term of yours? no, not on purpose please. if youre worried the terms seem too close in definition you can ask me and we can work something out!! and theres no need to recoin something if our opinions dont match because guess what!! anyone can use my terms unless its specified on the term's coining post that its exclusive to certain groups.

can one make alternate flags for your terms? yes yes!! please share!!! also if it's something like songgender, charactergender, alterhumanity, etc. I didnt coin those!! theyre way too common of concepts to have an "original coiner". Id still love to be tagged though as I have an emotional connection to everything I coin about <:)

can one make moodboards/stimboards/edits/HCs/etc. for/with your terms? of course, again, tag me!! Id love to see!! a link to the OG post would be great but not necessary :0

are you okay with reblog spams/like spams? yes yes!! theyre always nice to see :D

what do you use to make your flags? I use firealpaca! one day Ill make a tut on how exactly I make them, hopefully...

what are you? whats inside your pants? an SJW ;), and horrors beyond mortals' comprehension, respectively.

[thatnumbersix]

Why is there so many things wrong with you

i guess you could take it this way. when you’re a “horror beyond mortal comprehension”, what else can you do but… uh. be a little silly, i guess?

[lairai]

Podzim, our Delight

So I play this game called Cultist Simulator which, besides having an absolutely unhinged plot (as expected), also has a really unique art style. There isn't much character customisation in the game at all, but since I've spent so much time on this one playthrough I'm doing, I felt inclined to give my good old cult leader a visual reference. Trying to work with their limited palette was a challenge, but I think I found a style that works okay.

Between achieving mastery of one language after another through a few hours of studying (if only it worked like that irl) and summoning eldritch horrors beyond mortal comprehension, Podzim pretends he's totally just a regular worker doing regular manual labour during the day. In the evenings, though, he puts on the suit and works on gathering more loyal followers for his cause, and, also, hits the local gym I guess because this man got the top tier physique skill very early into the playthrough.

Podzim is also very cheerful and amiable, which one wouldn't typically expect from a cult leader, but then people at least don't expect it when he sends one of his followers to stab them.

He's fun to draw, though, so I might sketch him some more in the future.

[thevalleyisjolly]

All of those WIPs sound DELIGHTFUL <3 I feel that I simply must ask about The Ones Who Walk Away From Avalir...Ursula K. Le Guin *and* ExU Calamity referenced in the same breath has made me endlessly curious!

Aww, thanks Jade! I think I've talked about this one before, but hey, in the words of Captain Holt, "And you'll hear it again!"

This is my "what happened to Zerxus after Avalir" fic, and spoiler alert, it's most definitely not EXU: Fun Times! I've mostly been caught up trying to find the voice of this fic, I've rewritten the beginning about four times because the tone has either been too flippant or too grim (even for the Calamity!) General ideas I've had though:

Zerxus' Champion title being the Last Night, a perversion of his former title of First Knight

Things that he's done as Asmodeus' Champion, including the massacre of the Everlight's followers before the walls of Ghor Dranas and leading the vanguard at the fall of Aeor

Nearly the worst thing though - in a terrible battle during Calamity, the Last Night nearly kills a young man with red hair and a great bow strung with starlight. The reason he does not? I guess you'll just have to wait and see if I ever manage to finish this thing!

Zerxus waiting silently by Asmodeus' throne in the Hells after the latter is banished beyond the Divine Gate

Featuring a sneaky appearance by a very sneaky divine champion who's doing his friend's goddess a favour by sneaking into the Nine Hells and reminding another champion to believe in the strength of redemption

Ambiguous ending?!?

And because I've teased so much, here's a snippet for your troubles:

His mouth is filled with blood. His mouth is always filled with blood these days. Apart from that, he could almost pass for a mortal. Other gods had preferred to mold their champions, reforming and reshaping them until they were the perfect extensions of their dread will, bringing the wrath and the terror of their sworn liege upon hapless foes. Yet for reasons known only to himself, it had pleased the Lord of the Hells to look upon his champion in a mortal form. “Beautiful,” he had crooned once, watching the Last Night fall upon some unfortunate captives from a battle against the traitor gods. And it is true. He is beautiful, at least by mortal standards. Tall, well built, with broad shoulders and a thick, braided beard. Dark, wavy hair that always appears perfectly windswept even after wearing a helm, a strong brow and chiselled jawline that must be the envy and swoon of a thousand hearts. Not a fair kind of beauty that bards might sing about, but handsome enough, yes, to stir many a mortal eye. By infernal standards, too, there is beauty. Those haunted, sickly amber eyes that have seen horrors beyond comprehension- oh! what joy to see such suffering. The angry, weeping wound through his chest where a heart might be, and yet through which only darkness can be seen? Gorgeous. The crown of large, curling horns that so perfectly mirror their lord’s speaks for itself, of course, for what is more beautiful than the image of the Lord of the Hells? And of course, that cherry red stain of his lips, the iron-rich tang practically sizzling in the scorched, sulphurous air. Beautiful.

[shadowthenerd]

I would've guessed "Eldritch Horror Beyond Mortal Comprehension", but yeah, guess 'Silly guy' works too

why do i see you everywhere

I am like a silly guy

[dontasktheradiodemon]

🎩 I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF ANY OF THOSE BOOKS EXPECT ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT! GIVE ME A SYNOPSIS OF ONE OF THE OTHERS THAT YOU HAVEN'T DISCUSSED YET!

🎶 "I should hope you've heard of All Quiet! At least in my neck of the woods, you're responsible for prototyping half the technology that made it so miserable—and I've seen enough of your arsenal to suspect the same's the case in yours!"

🎶 "But all right, I think the only one I haven't talked about at all is The Ballad of Black Tom. Are you familiar with a writer named Lovecraft? Horror writer, specializes in aliens on other planes and forces beyond mortal comprehension, that sort of thing? Fascinating writer! Racist as hell. After spending enough time thumbing past the ghastly things his sensitive professors and canny investigators have to say about foreigners and mixed folks while I'm trying to find part with the giant killer squid, more than once I found myself muttering, 'well, good lord, if that's how his heroes would talk about me, I think I'd throw my lot in with Cthulhu, too. Point me to the nearest swamp cultists.'"

🎶 "And some, what—eighty, ninety years later? I get recommended a little novella based on one of Lovecraft's stories, rewritten from a background character's perspective so that it's about a fellow who decided to throw in his lot with Cthulhu due to the ghastly things Lovecraft's heroes did and said to him."

🎶 "And it was a very satisfying read."

❌ I think that's the first fully serious answer he's given so far. (And that was the one book on the list that made me go "I don't even know what this is" so, glad that's the one he decided to summarize, I guess.)

��� "I think I still have the audiobook around somewhere."

[chaoticgouda]

Decided to stop using the ‘me’ tag! It’s effectively worthless now, and you know why? Everything I reblog now is a fractal of me. Meme posts about being socially awkward? Me. Random gifsets from overrated tv shows? Also me. Picture of the fattest little horse that stares at you hauntingly from across the mist-strewn field, soft glowing eyes filled with horror and Knowing beyond your mortal comprehension? You’ll never guess :)