#ic : nyarlathotep

[nyarlemon]

thought i would share some of my works, since i haven't archived much on this acc. i adore philemon ^^ ignore the ugly guy i keep drawing with him (i guess i like nyarly too)

[dshret]

"humanity is truly free entertainment. Children taking on Gods, what a bunch of foolish beings." He's actively ignoring the persona part and, majorly, the fact they've won.

[the27percent]

@chaoscrawls

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Ah yes, the option to not use words - yes, there's actually something quite freeing about going for what seemed like the obvious option. It's not so obvious with many Atieno had encountered but here - ... here was an opportunity.

"Suppose you're certainly right about that."

One that seems to bring a smile - a wide, wider smile to their face. It seems like most of them is opening, opening further for their currently company, letting more of the sheer vastness come out so naturally. The ruptures of their very presence being a way to tell stories, so many stories about who they were, where they have been.. especially with the little sounds and vibrations they let out.

Atieno gets a little closer, leaning in reaching out with their hands - now seeming more like a void-like claw to run on the others arm. It seems like Atieno is studying - taking in the details of the entity before them.

While bearing more.. more of themself for the entity to see in return. It is an offer, one made with sounds and little vibrations. But not words.

They are .. expressing interest. Seeing what the other can detail from them and vice versa.

[cyanorth]

me? making a malevolent oc? more likely than you think

this is a fragment of kayne called abell (he/it)! basically kayne if he was purely motivated by the need to help others and a child-like curiosity. keyword "need" (he develops a savior complex later on heh)

more info and older drawings under the cut :3

quick rundown is oscar finds noel and they try to summon kayne/nyarlathotep for answers to arthur's whereabouts and everything else. then they Fuck it up and what comes out is this fella. he likes eating ice cubes

it's bound to oscar and speaks through him, essentially taking away his voice. yes the scottish accent along with it too. oscar was also the one who gave him a name + the source of abell's caring/helpful nature

when it's projected out of oscar, the voices of its mouth eyes have a higher and lower register. sometimes all 3 mouths talk at once and over each other, especially when he's feeling strong emotions

the whole "first victim of murder" thing relates to his goodness, his intentions to help others slowly getting warped into nothing but fuel to his own ego. and when he's finally lost himself he becomes one with kayne again, thinking more power = more people he can "help". essentially physically dying (<- bad ending). the first victim of murder except the murderer is himself, almost kayne but not (!!! this one's not fleshed out yet, just a concept)

he's also an ipad kid in another universe. thank you for reading ok byeee

(also he has a twitter account. if you even care)

[branwyn-the-half-witch]

Comparative Mythologies of the Long Night: Part One – Blood Betrayal

(posted alongside the twitter threads of the same title)

‘...the fact that some cataclysm took place many thousands of years ago seems certain’

A series of threads examining the myths of the first Long Night, and what it may tell us about the next.

In World of Ice and Fire (WOIAF) we learned that the Long Night was not merely a Westerosi story, but an apocalyptic event that impacted the entire Known World. That it was the same event is undeniable, because the stories share common threads; darkness, and unrelenting cold.

These threads will examine the origins of the Long Night, the stories of the heroes that fought against it, and will examine the parallels that exist with the main series (ASOIAF) in order to determine whether we can learn anything from these nebulous, uncertain legends.

We have one primary story for the origins of the Long Night, which comes to us from the Great Empire of the Dawn, the ancient predecessor of Yi Ti; this was a vast land ruled by the descendants of the God-on-Earth, only son of the Lion of Night and the Maiden-Made-of-Light.

These rulers, associated with specific gemstones, ruled a vast but increasingly troubled and sinful realm for thousands of years until the throne passed to the Amethyst Empress; however, the younger brother of this first Empress usurped the throne, with deadly consequences.

This ‘Blood Betrayal’ is explicitly cited as ushering in the Long Night. Examine how the Bloodstone Emperor’s reign is described; note that he is highlighted as practising specifically necromancy and slavery, and as having cast down the true gods. All hallmarks of the Others.

As an aside, this is the only mention we have of ‘the sinister Church of Starry Wisdom’ still found in port cities. This is a HP Lovecraft reference (‘The Haunter of the Dark’, specifically) where a cult of the same name worship ‘Nyarlathotep’, an outlier in Lovecraftian mythos because he is upon the earth, alive, and can take the form of a tall man. Unlike the detached, unfathomable horrors of Lovecraft’s other monstrosities, Nyarlathotep is deliberately cruel and openly beguiles and propagandises cults into existence to serve his goals.

Sound like anyone we know? The parallels between how Nyarlathotep functions and is described and Euron ‘when men see my sails they pray’ Greyjoy is quite striking, and the fact that the ASOIAF version of this cult is found in port cities serves to underline the parallel further.

GRRM seems enamoured with examining this kind of figure; one who operates by twisting both the physical and metaphysical into propaganda to serve privately hellish and disturbing goals, whose strength is more intellectual than physical, whose weapons are first and foremost the evil men are already willing to do. The Bloodstone Emperor, the Night’s King, Euron, pre-tree Bloodraven (and possibly even post-tree), the Undying; even Mel is a play on this theme insomuch as her reputation; only her inner thoughts reveal that there is more mortal than monster in her.

It’s important to hold to GRRM’s propensity for echoing his themes, heroes AND his villains throughout the world-building, because he’s writing a Song, and so both harmony and leitmotif are crucial.

(Your obligatory ‘Lovecraft-was-a-massive-racist-so-bear-that-in-mind’ note)

The Long Night is framed explicitly as an act of divine retribution; note the symbolism again that the ‘light’ deity turns her face away, and ‘night’ is the punishment wreaked upon the world. It is worth considering that, as above, the world was in a state of decay prior to the Blood Betrayal; this event is analogous to a great many divine cataclysms throughout our own legends, that come following an inciting horror after a long time of mortal hubris and moral decay. As with the fall of Babel, the Long Night leaves the world a broken and divided place.

The world was saved from the Long Night, and the sun returned. But it was not redeemed, and the Maiden-Made-of-Light still has her faced turned away. Evidence of this is shown in the malformed seasons; WOIAF gives us two knowledgable sources, sound, but untrusted by the Citadel. Septon Barth attributes the strange seasons to a magical matter, and one Maester Nicol contends that the seasons were once of regular length and reliable constancy, of which the only evidence were the most ancient of tales – those likely to pre-date the Long Night.

So what can this origin story tell us? Well, it has all of the hallmarks of GRRM’s main series and interlinks two of his cardinal sins; kinslaying and usurpation – most particularly of a rightful female ruler. Targaryen history is sown with usurpations of the House’s women, from the very beginning, reaching a climax with the Dance, and descending into a long nadir where the dragons die out and Targaryen women lose the last ember of escape available to them. I shall speak later of the notion of blood debts being imposed on the innocent to pay for the survival of all humankind, so make a note of that theme occurring in such a primal level here, in the construction of the mythos, and so all-encompassing that the whole world suffers for the actions of one man – and remember that in relation to Targaryen women specifically.

Within ASOIAF itself, the Red Wedding is such a horrific spiritual crime, it reverberates through time and space to touch far-flung dreamers. It has much the same feeling as this mythic betrayal, which I would be unsurprised to learn also involved the breaking of guest-right.

It is perhaps evocative of the described moral decay that led the GEOTD to be thrown down in the first place, that made it seemingly deserving of the scourge that would come to ruin the world. The Others are already on the march by that point in the story, of course, but much of the War of the Five Kings phase of the books does little to dissuade the reader from the belief that the world is due a massive paradigm shift, as lightning striking the tower. When the world is so unfairly and brutally structured, apocalypse becomes a necessity.

This concludes Part One. Part Two concerns the most famous name from our roster of heroes, and their famous sword.

[lostonehero]

Shit posts as I write

Tma x snapshots

Yorick: You've made a powerful friend. Nyarlathotep spawn is stronger than Nyarlathotep himself. Good work my kings.

John proceeds to panic

Arthur getting that feedback: I'll get the ice cream.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Fundertainment Land Arc FINAL

GM: A deep and dark hole, darker and deeper than any hole seen before, and at the bottom lays the ultimate horror; a stillborn dead godling, a true lord of the dead. One that has never been alive. Jonni: “Yeah, yeah, we’ve all seen Pat Sajak.” And suddenly, Gusto, Marshal's griffin mount, is there, gnawing on his head. Again. "Nope, nope. There has to be another way down there. I can't see the bottom, if there is a bottom.” “Maybe it’s a leap of faith? Eddie, you jump first.” You suddenly hear deep and ominous laughter from the hole. “Yeah, no.” GM OOC: Rule number 1 of evil baby hole. Do not mock evil baby hole. OOC: Unless say, you wanted evil baby to come out of its hole. Gorbash: “Okay flight options: Poom and I have our brooms, Marshal has a griffon gnawing on his head, Jonni has rocket feet.” Nyx: "You nasty thing, if that was a friendly warning it was disgusting. You really are just a big baby.” Nyarlathotep: "Probably of the ‘man’ variety.” Jonni: “Please. Do you how many ominous red lights in dark holes I’ve seen?” Poom: "Why are there red lights in said holes? Wait, I don't want to know.” Poom gets on her broom. Azathoth: "And your little dog, too.” GM OOC: So you guys are heading down the murder hole. “Go with your nerd heart.” “Just remember, what happens in the vessel, stays in the vessel.” There's a lot of bones, and heads on pikes, mostly elves and Tabaxi. Poom: "Homey decor.” GM: No sign of Danzi. "Danzi either ran, or got absorbed by the dead godling.” “Or the death tyrant.” GM: Or maybe he was never here at all. OOC: No, he was here. I mind-crushed him. "Gorbash. You are NOT eating the Atropal.” "This isn't your average everyday cold...This is...Advanced cold.” A giant rotted corpse of a baby, bigger than any of you, its milky dead eyes starring right through you. Jonni: “Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen Danny DeVito.” "I am the Atropal. But you may call me SUPER KAMI ATROPAL.” The hooded figures pull back their hoods, revealing horrible faces twisted in horror with black empty eyes. Poom: "It's like kindergarten all over again.” Holy flame lights up the chamber as Marshal's slab-sword ignites. It gets even brighter as Gorbash ignites his Sunblade. And just slightly brighter as Poom puts on mirrored shades. “Beacon of Hope!” Marshal shouts, as each of his allies feels the warmth of a blue corgi trying to give them kisses. OOC: Can't smite the shit out of them if I don't get closer. OOC: I think Stav made them so dead they are alive again. "If you want someone murdered right, DO IT YOURSELF!” GM: *rips off shirt* Come on. I CAN TAKE IT. I CAN TAKE IT. Kentucky fried Atropal. Sadly not even in the bottom 5 of Marshals worst dishes. Gorbash: “I needed practice for the next god-bomination on my shit list. You were an okay warm-up.” Suddenly the room is full of spectral figures; Park patrons, workers, elvish and Tabaxi nobles. Jonni: “Ladies.” "You all are fired. Go in what peace you can find in the Domains of Dread.” "Why do so many bosses rig their places to collapse after they are defeated?” "Scab labor.” "Hey Jonni, when’s the last time we did it on top of a pile of our vanquished enemies?” “What day is it? Friday? So last week I think.” “Damn, that long?” Jonni vaporizes a guard beating an ice cream mascot. Edmund: "This is insane!” Poom: "Do you mean more than usual?” "...." Edmund gestures with one hand, like weighing a scale. Gunder: ”THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Jonni: “I need you to be more specific.” Poom: “Why?" And they proceed to choke each other before the YetiTarrasque steps on them. Poom: "They tied.” Jonni: “Guys, we’ll catch up. Vesh ‘n me are gonna do it on that burning carousel to warm up for later.” Poom pees on something. Marshal: "My Lord HADES! the great evil upon the Domains is banished. but many need a new home worth living. In thy great name, I would lead this exodus." Jonni leans over to Gorbash, “He knows where his boss works, right?” Gorbash: “He's on a roll, let him have this.” Gorbash: “So Marshal, you just razed the birthplace of your nightmares to the ground... How do you feel?” "I'm pretty sure eating there gave me a parasite, and I'm a genie. My stomach is a literal furnace.” “It’s true. She got acid reflux once. Thirteen people died.” As you watch, a huge metal tripod suddenly emerges from the forest, moving slowly towards you, it emits a deafening noise. Azathoth: "B-movie territory, woohoo!” It looms over, and fires a blast of concentrated heat at Vesh, which....does nothing. Vesh: ”HA! You think thats gonna hurt me? I bathe in hotter shit than that. You're gonna have to do a lot better....” Then it tries stepping on her. Vesh: ”OH CRAP ITS DOING BETTER.” Jonni: “No one steps on my wife but me! And maybe Crushinator, if she’s into it!” Poom, broom, vroom. OOC: Exchange at work: Co-worker: Are you a licensed professional? Me: No, but I am an enthusiastic amateur! OOC: Ever sell any haunted houses? OOC2: That’s Realtors. OOC: Ah.....Ever appraise any haunted houses? OOC2: None that anyone told me they thought were, but I know someone that did. Fun fact, you can be sued if you sell a house you believe to be haunted and you don’t disclose it. OOC: You can’t kill Real Estate. Realtor: “So how was the home?” Family: “Oh it was fine except for the HORRIBLE MONSTER HAG NEXT DOOR.” Realtor: “Oh right, her. But aside from that it’s fine right?” Guy: “Alright real talk, my boss caught me writing inappropriate comments about him in the bathroom stall so now I get all the creepy nightmare houses. Believe me when I say that this is the least terrible place I could have showed you. Be grateful I didn't show you the pig house. I lost three people giving a tour of that house.” OOC: I'm here. What'd I miss? GM OOC: The evil hole cabbage burped on you.

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Hangnail

The pit was filled with the carcasses of angels.

Lucifer, broad as his sun bright chariot, tooth and nails of his sword and armor gnashing on a bone wind, had stripped down to his underclothes in bloodlust, covered in seraph gore. His erection ached, devouring hunger - and there was only one person to take it out on.

He grinned with arcane delight, a wild jackal, at the sight of his husband Beelzebub - the pallid Lord of Flies.

Beelzebub breathed in through flared nostrils, his proboscis oozing hammered venom. He shifted back to his human form - if only to please his commander, Satan Bright-Star.

"If it shits, it bleeds," Beelzebub grunted, kicking the corpse of a young archangel that had soiled himself in terror at Beelzebub's double katanas into the broiling chamber.

"If it bleeds, it dies," Lucifer muttered, sitting down on the stump of a hewn down apple tree - there were always apple trees uncannily growing around him. The path to hell - winding, long - but there were white flowers, brown seeds, and red fruit. Satan was dressed in gold armor and leather rawhide, his cat o nine tails and spear tucked behind him in their carriers.

His body was all roving golden muscle, olive as stained oak - and his hair was so dark black red, it looked like a menstrual clot. He had seen them often, parting Eve's thighs in temptation, and often, Lucifer wondered if the henna of her fructating providence had permanently stained him.

"A pity we could not decorate golden Pandemonium with their bones. Mother Asherah is hungry for blood meal," Beelzebub sighed, sitting down languorously besides his sweetheart of old.

Their hands touched in the silence, and Satan summoned the earth - Seder Masochism - to swallow his offerings whole into her great, gaping maw.

"Perhaps our seed will please her," Satan said, beguiling. He undid his fly, armor and offal soiled collateral still on, his wings crimson, dark, lank black-auburn hair twisted into locs, and his brown cock sprung to attention - a purple pink tip wet with golden precum.

"Suck," Satan whispered, the Nachash's jowls clanging.

It was like metal screeching in Beelzebub's parabellum - a grinding organ pleasure to his ears. He looked up with a ruby eye, long white hair flowing down to veil his husband's nakedness.

"And if I spit it out like Eve?" he buzzed, teasing, as he ran a finger over Satan's perinieum, toying with the red thatch, grabbing his balls in jest.

Satan moaned, shoved Beelzebub's ice-white face down onto his dick, and pistoned his member into Baal Zevuv's turgid throat.

"There is a reason I give her zuhama, and not my true seed. She is a little plaything. But you, Baal Zeboul - aaach - are - agh - my husband."

Beelzebub deepthroated Lucifer's rod. The jewels of his innards spilled out, his flesh shifting, Lovecraftian, until he was but darkness, to darkness returning, a roiling onyx that bathed the field in night. He was left pleasuring the Witchfather - horned goat-man, Baphomet imbibed on Bacchant wine - but Beelzebub continued, sucking, fucking.

He stuck a finger in Satan's ass, and Satan coiled around with his hot, earthen sphincter so hard, Beelzebub choked. Balls deep in his husband's throat, the Lord of Darkness cursed as Beelzebub's contractions of bothered lung and Jupiterian surprise enticed the seed straight to the base of his dick.

"Fuck," Satan roiled, Nyarlathotep, a seed in a dungeon of a tyrant bloom. He shoved Beelzebub underneath him, spread his ass open into a starfish, and Beelzebub invited him in.

"My husband has a temper today," Bee purred, like a bubbling hive of honey, and he shifted into half man, half mantis. He dug his mandibles into the void monster's throat, and Lucifer took hold of his dick, then rammed into his backdoor exit to Gehenna, jackhammering with abandon.

They couldn't contain their form. Possession, erections - all was dusk, an earthen song. Asherah watched, combing her black hair. She smiled. "My sons, how you have grown."

"Mother, will you accept our offering?" the roiling masses of darkness and light, flashing like The Genesis Deep and Cloth Pentecost sang.

Asherah opened her rucksack, then gathered the seeds Beelzebub and Lucifer had planted. "I do."

She left, a ghost - some memory of a wife YHWH once had been, or the She-God still was.

And Beelzebub and Satan were left in sweaty hazes, fully human, crying out as Satan buried himself balls-deep in Beelzebub's ass.

They cried out in angelic, cursing, as their hot seed burst in white venom onto each other.

"Damn, we didn't even get undressed this time." Beelzebub sighed, smiling, pulling his husband tight.

They rested, curled like a question, and dreamed of a slender girl gathering apple flowers.

They did not ask, in the morning, what the other had dreamed.

But it mattered nothing - dreams are tender things, and thirteen year old girls are wounds. Eve, Asherah, Lilith, Mary - to you, dear reader, I write this -

Keep your soft parts guarded Trust no one

but you.

[lunasmusemenagerie]

name: Cyrus

Race: Fae (unseelie) / Eldritch Vessel

Type: OC

FC: Alvaro Rico

Background:

Cyrus was a prince once, not that he knew much about that life. born of a tryst between Tatiana and another Unseelie whom she'd been promised to before marrying Oberon, Cyrus was kept secret, especially so when his father dissappeared from the court entirely. he was given to one of her servants to raise and care for and to much sure he stayed a secret and out of the way. he, like his full brother Zephyr, was kept in chains for a time, only to be released by some of the well meaning members of the court. once free, he left the court but still stayed in the Fae realm, getting stronger in his abilities and magic.

Cyrus soon left the fae realm, finding it wasnt as safe for him as many beleived, in between hunters seeking a fallen fae prince and his mother's assassins after him, he moved from fae realm to human, swinging between both as needed. brutal in kills, vindictive against those he felt hurt or wronged him, Cyrus was becoming a very powerful and very very dangerous Unseelie. always being hunted gave him an edge, even going as far as letting himself get caught in the rings before to clear a few fighting dens or auctions out. because of this incident a heavy price was placed on his head and he became priorty number one in the circles to kill or tame, they didnt care which one. it was also when he met his blood father once again, the man not even knowing he'd had another son with Tatiana until then. the two started forming a bond and while Drake did not quite enjoy seeing how much his sons truely enjoyed the hunt and kill.... he still welcomed them both if Zephyr ever found out about his full heritage.

when a raid had gone wrong a few months later, Cyrus had been on the run, being herded and pushed closer towards the artic circle. tired, wounded and starving, he'd slipped into an ice cave to either try and find away around the wall of hunters on his tail or some shelter and food. what he found was certainly not what he expected. stone spires built out of the ground, strange runes engraved into them and the walls. he went further into it, deducing it was some kind of temple from bygones. encased in ice was a massive creature he'd never laid eyes on, one that seemed to dwarf the temple itself, as if it was built around it.

a voice in his head, visions of what this creature was flashed in his mind and offered him a deal. this was the Crawling Chaos, The Dark Demon, Nyarlathotep. Son of the outer god, Azathoth, buried under the ice to sleep until the great priest Cthulu rose once more to control the world here and elsewhere. the Call had been sounded, and the old gods were walking once more. except not in their old true forms, no, they had taken on vessels to walk amongst the mortals. Cyrus had been chosen for the Dark Demon, and he offered the boy a deal. become his vessel and weild the power unimaginable only granted to those who fully gave themselves to the gods in this manner.

Cyrus agreed, and for a moment he felt as if his body was being sundered into, flesh and bone tearing and eldritch runes being burned down his spine and over his heart until the surge of power hit his veins. he and the god resided in the same body.

with this new found power, Cyrus unleashed himself onto the hunters. slaughtering anyone that stood in his way and, lost on the bloodlust and power let the god take control, devouring some of the victims that fell at his hand.

Notes: Cyrus is Bisexual, male leaning and written in his mid twenties.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, JUN KUROSU. 🌓

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION ;

name / alias: Laur age: 28 pronouns: She/they ooc contact: mikagihazuki on twitter other characters in xc: Vanitas, Akira Kurusu, Aventurine

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION ;

name: Jun Kurosu age: 17 pronouns: He/they series: Persona 2 (Innocent Sin and Eternal Punishment) canon point: Post Persona 2 Innocent Sin app triggers: Possession/influence, suicide, death, arson, death, murder

personality:

Jun Kurosu possesses a warm and nurturing heart. He is someone who is incredibly soft-spoken, selfless, and melancholic. Jun harbours a deep love for his friends and is also very protective over them and his memories of them. Jun is someone compassionate and romantic, someone who feels very strongly about a lot of things, despite how seemingly reserved and quiet he is. When it comes to those he holds dear, he comes across as very confident and self-assured. Jun is highly intelligent and very philosophical and can hold very long and deep conversations with people when the topic pertains to things like astrology and/or flowers. Jun has a deep understanding of astrology and has a keen and deep-routed interest in flowers and flower language. More often than not, Jun can and will tie his friends and people to astrology. Despite how loving and kind Jun is, however, he is extremely anti-social, and prefers not to spend his time in big groups. Rather, Jun will most likely prefer direct one-on-one conversation in order to get to know someone.

Of course Jun has been under the influence of Nyarlathotep in the past. Whilst under the influence, he presented himself as some vengeful madman, looking for revenge specifically against Tatsuya Suouh for arson against Maya. This was, of course, Nyarlathotep feeding into Jun’s insecurities of losing his friends and seeing his friends be harmed and betrayed. Jun does wear his heart on his sleeve when it comes to his attachment and love for his friends, but otherwise can be extremely reserved to anyone else. It’s not that Jun is necessarily untrustworthy, but rather, he’s extremely cautious and hesitant. It’s still possible of course to make friends with Jun, but it will take both time and effort. Nonetheless, bringing up the topic of flowers or astrology is a sure way down his good path.

Jun’s confidence does shine through his interests and intelligence. He can surprise many people with how self-assured he can come across when it comes to the things he’s most passionate about. Passion is something that means a lot to Jun, and is a really good word to define him by. He also wears passion on his sleeve, in that regard.

something your muse struggles with: Trust, making friends, self confidence, self guilt, anti-social, distant, melancholic, deeply insecure.

your muse’s greatest strength: Intelligent, romantic, nurturing, selfless, protective and loving.

history / background:

This will contain spoilers only for Persona 2: Innocent Sin including Jun Kurosu’s backstory.

When Jun Kurosu attended Seven Sisters High School, he was bullied. Little did these bullies know that Jun harboured a volatile Persona that ended up injuring the bullies pretty badly. This incident caused Jun to move schools to Kasugayama High School. When he was a lot younger, he’d made friends with Tatsuya Suouh, Lisa Silverman, and Eikichi Mishina. Jun was actually neglected pretty badly by his mother, who often got into arguments with Jun’s father. When meeting these three, it was like a sweet escape for him, and the three of them became the Masked Circle. Just a little later, the three of them met Maya Amano. When Jun started to get closer to Tatsuya specifically, at the same time, he began to hate his parents. Jun denied who his father was when he showed up, and wished that Maya was his guardian instead. Nyarlathotep soon came into the picture taking the form of what Jun considered was an ideal father, conveniently at the time that Jun thought he lost Maya due to a fire at Alaya Shrine that almost killed her. It was at this time that Jun Kurosu took the form of Joker, fulfilling a prophecy he was unaware of. The prophecy of Lak’ech.

Since then, whilst under Nyarlathotep’s influence, Jun, as Joker, was lead to believe that Maya died, and that it was Tatsuya’s fault. From then, he began to seek revenge, his insecurities being fed and taken advantage of by Nyarlathotep. Eventually, however, the party confronted Jun at Caracol. After he was defeated, Jun Kurosu lay neglected and stripped of all his powers, but Yukino Mayuzumi gave Jun her Persona using ability. After that, Jun joined Tatsuya and the gang.

Later, Jun is almost whisked away through the influence of a duplicate of his mother, who used Jun’s feelings to gain advantage of him, reminding him of the abuse he endured. It was thanks to Maya that Jun was able to remain with everyone by reminding him of his worth, especially to Tatsuya. When ultimately losing Maya, Jun, along with Lisa and Eikichi, all offer up their memories to help recreate the world again. He tells Tatsuya that he won’t ever forget him, or his sin.

powers / abilities:

Jun’s choice of weapon is flowers.

Fusion Spell: When summoning his Persona, Jun can sync his attack with 2 other people. This combination of ability can be a lot stronger than attacking solo.

Hermes is Jun’s first Persona, and is of the Fortune arcana.

Reflect: Hermes can reflect any kind of attack.

Nullify: Hermes can also nullify dark attacks.

Garula: Deals medium wind damage.

Sukukaja: Can increase its own agility.

Wind Slash: Can do low sword damage and wind damage to an enemy.

Illuzone: Can do almighty illusion damage to an enemy but only has a 24% chance.

Magarula: Medium wind damage to multiple foes.

Recarm: Can revive someone and recover only some of their HP.

Garudyne: Deals high amount of wind damage to a foe.

Chronos: Chronos is Jun’s Persona. It has a variety of abilities.

Garudyne: Deals high wind damage to one enemy.

Wing flap: Deals medium havoc damage to all enemies.

Heartfelt Prayer: Can recover HP for all allies. This ability cannot be used outside of battle.

Magarudyne: Deals high wind damage to a group of enemies.

Cross Fortune: Deals both wind and light damage to all enemies.

Samarecarm: Can revive an ally and recover all of their HP.

Chronos also harbours the ability to turn back time.

Jun can also be ‘Joker.’ In his Joker form, Jun was able to spread ‘rumours’ with the ability of them coming true.

inherent abilities:

Flower Language: Jun is well-versed in flower language and can also use it to his advantage. Knowing the different flowers and their meanings has actually given Jun the upper hand when it comes to trying to charm demons into talking with them and striking some sort of deal instead of fighting. Jun is extremely knowledgeable of flowers and chooses to wield them as a weapon, but this doesn’t necessarily mean it’s just a power/ability.

Intelligent: Jun Kurosu is highly intelligent, especially in the fields of maths, physics, and astrology. He actually aspires to be a physics teacher. Opening up a discussion about anything philosophical as well may prove to be a challenge if you plan on outtalking Jun.

Loyal: Jun is extremely loyal. Jun’s loyalty knows no bounds once he places his utmost trust in someone. It ties into his stubbornness and determination, which is pretty much hellbent. Jun would do absolutely anything and everything for those he cares about.

Astrology: Like flowers and flower language, Jun is highly versed in astrology. He will most likely bring it up in a conversation at one point, most likely multiple times.

items / weapons:

Jun’s flowers which are his weapon of choice.

Just a book on flower language!

A book labelled ‘Le Petit Prince’ by French author Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

starting ability: The ability to summon Hermes but only with the ability to reflect if possible!

starting item: His flowers…!

extra: Please let Jun tell your muses fortune or facts about their zodiacs.

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[ingreibusa]

Definitely. Truest words I've ever heard.

Sure, I imagine Nyarlathotep to be VERY tall, like 9 or 10 feet but Yhoundeh will be much taller than him. Making him look a plush toy near herself.

There are no enough Nyarlathotep x Yhoundeh fics. Just please write more of "crawling chaos x ice cold elk mommy"

I know that Nyarlathotep calls yhoundeh mommy it’s pretty clear that’s she’s the one on top or maybe Nyarlathotep just likes strong females

Nyarlathotep wifeguy arc.

I do think that Nyarl doesn't give a fuckin shit about gender though. I think we only use "he" for him because that's what is used in the mythos for the most. I have some friends that use they/them for Nyarl as well

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Tales of the Wheeler Family

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by theMandalorianterminator

Happily married Mike and El Wheeler are invited to attend a school reunion back in Hawkins with the rest of the Party. While in Hawkins they each must confront their past as they seek to unravel a web of plots and plans - some old, some new - that seek to destroy not just Hawkins but the world itself. Set in 2005

Words: 2768, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Doctor Who (2005), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft, The Boys (TV 2019), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Will Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Nyarlathotep (Cthulhu Mythos), Roland Deschain

Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Jonathan Byers & Joyce Byers, Karen Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler, Karen Wheeler & Mike Wheeler, Holly Wheeler & Karen Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Wizarding World (Harry Potter), Mike Wheeler Loves Eleven | Jane Hopper, Background Karen Wheeler, Joyce Byers & Karen Wheeler Are Best Friends, Vietnam War

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[exaltatuss]

"Seems that a certain mutt must be reminded of the age old passage."

“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.”

[lostonehero]

Snapshots x Tma

:)

Oscsr blinks, staring at the skull on the couch.

"Nyarlathotep spawn!" Yorick exclaims. "I bow to your power."

"I don't know what that means." Oscar pauses. "Why do you have a talking skull?"

"I am Yorick!"

"Wait, wait, wait." John interrupts using his mouth under Arthur's chin. "You mean that's Kayne's child? Oscar, the former priest."

"Correct my King." Yorick hops a bit to face Oscar. "Nyarlathotep has been forced to forget you and is trying to regain what he lost, but he again doesn't understand or know what that is. Your mother is trapped sealed in her dimension and unable to leave, and neither are her subjects."

Oscar stares stunned. "They didn't abandon me?"

"No, they did not. In fact, you are the reason Nyarlathotep has killed his other selves even if he didn't remember why that was important to do." Yorick hops back to face Arthur and John. "How was work today, my kings?"

"It was fine, Yorick, but Martin didn't show up." Arthur sighs. "Thank you for telling Oscar."

Oscar frowns. "He hasn't answered any of my calls either." He sighs. "I have more questions, but they can wait. It's very nice to meet you, Yorick, and thank you for the truth."

"Wait, Oscar." John reaches out with his hand.

"Look , I just want to check on Martin he's my adopted son." Oscar grabs his coat. "Knowing my parentage doesn't really change the fact I don't know what I am, please don't say god. I'm not one I can't be."

"No, do you want us to come with you? Martin knows about this." John vaguely motions with his hand.

Oscar nods. "Yes, but it's up to him if he wants to talk to you, John. He's human, and I hope to keep it that way."

"I understand." John pauses. "Tell him I said thank you for the tea."

"You're lucky I've gotten used to you poking your tongue in the bottom of my mouth." Arthur shakes his head. "Be safe, Oscar, and please let us know about another day to talk. I'm sure we can grow accustomed to having the but- Dennis around."

Oscar smiles softly before leaving.

"You have made a very powerful ally, my kings." Yorick clicks. "Nyarlathotep spawn is stronger than Nyarlathotep himself."

"John, we already discussed this he accepts your apology for the ax incident." Arthur pinched his brow. "I can literally feel your fear."

"Arthur that's terrifying." John huffs.

"Will some chocolate ice cream help?" Arthur chuckles at the small yes from John.

.......

There was an unnerving song Oscar could hear as he entered the oddly empty lobby of the apartment building. The first thing that actually set off alarm bells was worms. He had to remind himself he wasn't there and they weren't going to... he screeched, and the worms that jumped at him exploded like little fireworks of slime.

He grabbed the glamour necklace from his neck and pulled it off. Two pairs of wings fan out from his back, his eyes are pitch black, and horns curl up from his head with blue flames at the tips. His hands are covered with fur, and his nails are sharp talons his clothes melt away to just a pair of boxers. Sharp spine spurs go down his spine and the back of his shoulders, elbows, and knees. He is covered in short, thick fur except for his chest to his lower stomach. His tail flicks back and cracks like a whip. His tendrils are hidden in his back. His mouth stretched wide and full of sharp teeth and his tongue is forked.

He runs up the stairs. The music only got louder as he saw a woman banging on his son's door. She was a walking hive, and she turned to stare at him. She had a torn red dress on.

"Come listen to our song. Don't you want a family?" The woman barely takes a step forward before the worms around her begin to explode randomly.

"Leave my son alone!" Oscar growls, and smoke leaks from his mouth as the woman begins to look scared as more and more worms explode.

"S-Stop!" The woman stumbles back as Oscar moves forward. "You're killing them! You're destroying the sweet music! My family loves me, and they will love you too!"

Oscar cracks his jaw, and a third eye emerges. "You don't belong here! You dare..." He growls low and dark, and the lights begin to shatter as he lunges and tears the hive apart.

Gore dripped from his lips and hands. He pauses and makes a disgusted face, and the mess is gone in an instant on himself. The half devoured corpse lay on the floor, slime of the worms paint the walls with blood and puss. He doesn't dwell as he rushes to the door and knocks. "Martin! Martin, are you ok? Fuck please say something."

A quiet voice barely audible. "D-dad?"

Oscar sighs in relief and accidently pulls the door off the hinges. "Shit."

Martin stares at his father and laughs. He runs at him for a hug, and Oscar doesn't move.

"Martin w-wait..." Oscar deflates as he rubs Martin's back. "Ok.... ok.... um, you're not staying here. You'll get your old room back it hasn't changed."

"Can I take a shower first?" Martin grimaced, realizing he was stepping in worm and human guts.

"It tastes worse than it looks."

"Why did you eat her?"

"I don't know."

"Are you ok?"

"I wanted to save you." Oscar puts the glamor back on and covers his face. "I also may have panicked a little. The worms remind of.... "

Martin nods. "It's ok. Help me pack my stuff while I shower."

Oscar nods. "Of course."

......

"Are you sure not reporting this is a good idea, boyo?" Dennis leans on Martin's doorframe.

"I can't out Oscar, and he was the one to rescue me. I could lie, but Tim knows that my windows have bars on them. I'll just say I was sick and I'm fine now. Besides, I knew what I was getting myself into. Gods don't play fair."

Dennis sighs. "Yeah, these aren't things Arthur has dealt with. These are newer. The King is older than humanity, but these exist with the creation of fear."

Martin raised a brow. "How do you know this?"

Dennis smirks and tips his cap. "I'm good at getting information. I'm allowed to worry about you as well."

Martin smiles softly. "You know that would have been good information...." He stops as Dennis hands him a book.

"All written down for you. Don't worry, Oscar already read through this." Dennis winks. "Your little adventure makes me want to get a job there."

"Please don't." Martin sighs but smiles. "Thanks, dad."

Dennis nods and begins to hum as he leaves, walking down the hall.

......

Oscar wondered around the library of the Magnus Institute. A bright visitor badge hung around his neck, and he clutched his bag tightly. The head of the Institute was guiding him, and he could hear two voices come from him, but unfortunately, he really didn't want to reveal he could hear the other one.

"Now, Oscar, what is it you're looking to find here?" Elias smiles and stops by the reception desk.

"I don't think he's going to buy the friendly banter, Jonah." The tired voice sounded after.

Oscar tilted his head. "I'm just looking for some oddly specific books on topics that I don't think a normal library would have."

"That's incredibly vague." The tired voice sounded suddenly interested. "He's not an avatar, and you can't even look at him. I'm still saying he killed Jane."

"Right, well, I'm happy to help. This insistute is all for the supernatural and macabre." Elias tilts his head studying Oscar.

Oscar holds onto the bag tightly. "Do you have anything on um cults of Nyarlathotep? He's also known as the crawling madness, the man with a thousand faces. Other names, but I can't seem to recall them."

"Nyarlathotep?" The tired voice seemed more energetic. "Oh, isn't that by the King in Yellow book in artifact storage?"

"Y-yes just like the King." Oscar smiles. "Outer realm gods you.... I...." His smile drops, and he groans. "You didn't say anything."

"You can hear me?"

"You can hear him?"

Oscar bites his tongue. "You know I probably just um uh.... I..." He covers his face. "I didn't mean to um listen. I can't help it."

"To be fair, we haven't met another avatar of the eye on Jonah's level before. I'm the actual Elias, and Jonah Magnus is the one in control while we well he works. The Beholder decided to try something new to both our i guess benefits." Elias hums. "Say, were you really a priest?"

"Y-Yes? I don't see how I could benefit from lying about that." Oscar rubs his arm. "I don't really know what the Beholder is. I know fear gods or something, but I'm pretty sure I don't follow one or that."

Jonah raised his brow. "Then how can you hear him?"

"I'm not human." Oscar messes with his sleeves. "Not excatly something I like to tell people."

"How about we talk in my office." Jonah smiles, holding his hand out. "Those are some dangerous books you're asking for."

Oscar hesitates for a moment but nods. "Yeah, we can discuss this." He pauses again for a moment. "What do you mean by dangerous?"

"Those books drive people mad." Elias sighs. "One guy who picked up the yellow book bashed his head into a wall. I was barely working here a month, and that's probably when they don't touch the artifacts with your bare hands coming into effect."

"I've been told the King has that effect. Madness is kind of his thing, along with arts and music." Oscar sighs. "Arthur knows more than me honestly, I try to stay out of this, but I'm more involved than I realized, and I probably should get more involved."

Jonah's office was a bit more than Oscar imagined. It was old and ornate, but the modern computer on his desk seemed out of place. "Sit."

Oscar nods, placing his bag in his lap. He looks at the bag and sighs. "I um brought someone with me."

"In your bag?" Elias sounded confused. "Let them out then."

Oscar nods and unzips his bag, taking out a pristine clean skull with a tooth that seemed glued in.

Jonah and Elias could see the glowing eyes and whisps of blue flames.

"This is Yorick, I asked to borrow him from Arthur for help looking for the books." Oscar frowns. "Sorry about the bag."

The skull is silent for a moment before it hops on the desk to turn to face Oscar. "Nyarlathotep spawn! You don't need to apologize. I do not feel any pain or claustrophobia." He hops back around to a stunned Jonah and Elias. "You are the Pupil of the Beholder! Jonah Magnus and the owner of the body Elias Bouchard! You have been a good acolyte!"

"I.... um..." Jonah just stares at the skull.

"What are you?" Elias questions not quite sure if this thing can hear him.

"I am Yorick! I am a Vanguard! I exist here and in the dark world. I can be considered similar to your god. I am here to collect information and serve my masters!"

"You can hear me as well?" Elias sounded shocked.

"Yes."

Jonah nods. "You're an interesting creature." He smiles at Oscar. "So why do you need those books? They are quite dangerous, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Well, I think John would want the King's book because he is a fragment of the King, I want the one on Nyarlathotep because that's supposably my father." Oscar crosses his arms. "Although I don't know if either of them will really help me."

"You are Nyarlathotep spawn." Yorick clicks. "He still has a broken mind but is starting to remember!"

Jonah raised his brow. "I see. Well, if you would follow me, I can guide you to artifact storage, but I must insist you do not touch anything. I also hope we can continue this nice relationship for the future."

Oscar smiles. "Of course. I'll be careful."

"It would be nice to have someone else for poker night." Elias sighs. "Simon is quite annoying, and Jude burns the cards on purpose if she is losing. Peter is fun, but he's our husband and is always down to play, but I can't exactly play."

"I can bring my husband along, so you won't have to invite those guys." Oscar gets up. "Sorry, Yorick, I have to pit you back into the bag."

"It is ok! I do not feel." Yorick clicks as Oscar carefully picks him up and places him in the bag.

"How about next Saturday? My husband should be back from his voyage." Jonah nods and gets up as well.

"He should be." Elias huffs. "That's unless his family gets involved again."

Oscar nods along.

.......

Martin pauses. "Oh, uh dad, what are you doing here?"

Jonah raised a brow.

Oscar smiles, holding up two books. "Just borrowing some books. It's been difficult to find books on Nyarlathotep. Which isn't surprising, but your boss Elias was very helpful."

"Ah, right. Hello Mr. Bouchard. So why did you bring a bag?" Martin raised a brow.

"Oh right, I was borrowing Yorick for some help." Oscar hums. "Are you alright? Did you get the lunch Dennis made you?"

Martin smiles softly. "I'm fine, and yes, it was nice as always." He pauses. "Are you staying?"

"Well, I was going to drop this book off to Arthur before I leave, but I am not just a quick stop. Will you be home late?"

"No, I don't have errands to run." Martin sighs. "Stay safe please."

"Oh, I always am." Oscar waves as Martin heads out to research a statement.

Jonah tilted his head. "Martin's your son?"

"Oh, not biologically, I adopted him after his mother's death. He's a good kid." Oscar hums and moves towards the archives.

"I see." Jonah nods.

.......

Tim gasps alerting Arthur. "Hey, you're Oscar, the former priest. What brings you back with double boss man?"

Oscar smiles and waves. "Hello Tim, I'm just here with a book for Arthur, and to return something."

"For me?" Arthur furrows his brows. "You can just drop.... that off Oscar."

Oscar pauses. "Not the bag." He holds out the book, and Arthur's left hand snatches it. "It would be safer with you t... you..."

Arthur frowns. "Thank you, Oscar." He pauses. "You just missed Martin. He's going to follow a lead on one of the statements."

"Oh, don't worry, I saw him on my way down here. Oh, I have to ask before I forget. Have you run into Kayne recently?" Oscar smiles nervously.

"Thankfully not, but I wouldn't count on it staying like that.... what do you want u- me to say when he does?" Arthur leans forward.

"I don't know." Oscar frowns. "I don't even know if he knows who I am or if he even wants to know me. This was a lot easier when I thought he abandoned me."

Arthur reaches out and pats Oscar's hand. "Hey, whatever happens, you got us in your corner."

Oscar chuckles at something, nobody, but Arthur seems to hear it. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll see you later and have fun at work." He turns and smiles nervously at everyone's gaze. "I'll just be heading out."

Tim jolts up. "Actually, do you think we could talk for a sec?"

Oscar nods and follows Tim out into the hall. "What can I help you with?"

"I... this is a weird request, but I just wanted to know if you know Martin's favorite kind of food." Tim sighs. "He's a cute guy, and if I'm going to ask him out, I don't just want it to be a fling yaknow."

Oscar pauses clearly, not expecting this. "O-oh um, Martin likes homemade things more than a date out. We would cook together often enough, Dennis never liked going out, and I guess he picked up on that." He sighs. "It's sweet that you're asking me, but I only adopted him when he was 15, and it would be better if you ask him. He likes honesty."

Tim smiles. "Thank you. I've never really wanted to actually want to go steady with someone before. I know my reputation as a flirt, but I don't know this is new."

Oscar chuckles. "Oh, I understand. Just ask him and be direct, and he unfortunately picked up my habit of being dense."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Tim waves and slips back into the archives.

........

"I don't poison food. That's just a waste." Dennis scoffs. "Either eat it, or I will take it from you."

Arthur quickly takes a bite he pauses and his face lights up. "This is very good."

Oscar chuckles as Dennis finally takes a seat. "I told you."

"It is very tasty, for something savory." John mumbles. "How did you two even end up together?"

"John! Not a dinner conversation." Arthur hissed.

Oscar chuckles. "No, it's a fair question."

[originlist]

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'We are not so different after all.' Mycroft @ Nyarla

nyarlathotep visibly twitches. there’s a cold anger in his entire demeanor as he leans in to mycroft, grabbing the other’s shirt in hand. a bright golden gaze meets mycroft’s.

the world itself beyond nyarlathotep turns to gold as well. the walls drip into something else and stars undergo life cycles in nyarlathotep’s words to burst in mycroft’s mouth. "if you choose to ever say again that egoistic claim that something which started as a human could be more similar than dissimilar to me, i will crush you like a bug.”

he is a god. he is a proper god, not a divine spirit forced into the vessel of a saint graph. a ‘grand’ servant can never be summoned, a true and proper divinity from outside the domain can never be summoned. nyarlathotep has not been summoned. he simply appears in his authority as the god who acts for all others.

that which lurks in mycroft will cow before him as all other things do. as nyarlathotep’s hand clenches fractally and branching galaxies bloom and decompose in the border of mycroft’s core. “you may be a servant who lost your humanity. do not dare forget that i am the godhead from the center of the universe, with the authority that entails.”

the world descends ever further into entropy. nyarlathotep’s shadow malforms into something with too many tentacles, into the towering form of the crawling chaos, into something that sends its tendrils into walls and cracks them apart to reveal the reverse side of atoms. time slips sideways. the universe begins and ends under azathoth’s watch and from the borders, it is nyarlathotep who observes azathoth, who has the hands and ego that the god of all creation and destruction lacks, who becomes the central core of the wheel comprising aspects of gods.

it is nyarlathotep who acts, so it is nyarlathotep who decides and whose teeth drip with the blood of all that started as human. the future lies on the ground before mycroft and at the very end of it: nyarlathotep, nyarlathotep, nyarlathotep.

and an endless pile of human corpses before him. for a second, all have mycroft’s face. nyarlathotep releases nyucroft and steps back as the universe reverts instantly back to all it was before. “if you think we are similar, you should know better than all others to respect me. ask that patron that gave you your class— he lies trapped behind a gate. i lie above all gates.”