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the-cosmos-withinus · 1 year ago
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Shadow Puppets AU - featuring Will
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jazzfromthevoid · 25 days ago
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I went on holiday so I couldn't do more on wwattober, but I did get a new journal that I drew a couple things in
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[A plague doctor was a physician who tended to the victims of the bubonic plague during epidemics mainly in the 16th and 17th-century Europe. However The continued sightings of plague doctors is concerning, as they have not been needed due to modern medicine. I fear, with doctors comes plagues.]
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[The wendigo is a mythological creature from Algonquian folklore. In some traditions, wendigos were created when a human resorted to cannibalism to survive.The skull "mask" can be made from a variety of different skulls, most commonly dear, elk, moose, ram, wolf, and human.The existence of different types of skulls may be reason to believe the wendigo curse doesn't only target humans.After all, humans aren't the only things desperate to survive.]
These are pretty much pre-existing creatures but with a bit of my own lore and ideas thrown in. I'm also planning on adding a few of my own original creatures to it at some point.
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ghostsandgod · 5 months ago
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the-prince-of-pigs · 2 years ago
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Me: hears whistling outside
Me: lol who’s out there goofin
Me: is about to whistle back
Me: remembers i live in the outskirts of Appalachia
Me:
Me: closes window
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extraordinary-heroes · 1 year ago
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Hulk Vol 5 #1 Comic Kingdom Variant (Cover art by Alan Quah)
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papatruder · 2 months ago
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So about Mike (Milker), if anyone's interested. Originally, he wasn't supposed to appear at all, but we are geniuses and we got involved with him and it turned out to be he x... Wendigo (help). In canon, he appears in a report about a human Wendigo (Mark). He is a policeman. He solved the case with the wendigo, Mark. He was on patrol with his "friend" Walter White (yall have to believe this whole AU is a meme, at first his name was "Your Mom", but we changed it to his nickname at work). His "friend" was under the influence of drugs at the time and during that patrol he went to a place with cannibals that the wendigo (Mark) was feeding. Walter died and Mike fled in terror. Walter then killed one of Mark's "friends" from those cannibals. Walter and her were stalking Mark (because he failed to save her) and Mike. They both gave Mike Timoril which gave him m.a.d. He began to cut himself off from his entire family, especially his wife and daughter. Since then, he has had nightmares about the wendigo and even haunts him as a "hallucination". He doesn't know why his pupils are so small all of a sudden, it seems like he's been scared 24/7.
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notsocheezy · 5 months ago
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Brain Curd #99
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.
I fell backwards onto the stiff, dry grass, and all I could see were gray skies covered with rain clouds. The air had been knocked out of my chest and it struggled to get back in as I flopped on the dirt like a tuna with a hook through its cheek.
Suddenly something else entered my vision. The perpetrator of my assault: the wendigo. It looked at me as I labored to breathe, and seemed neither concerned nor proud of taking me down. It leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
“You cannot kill what cannot be killed.”
It licked my neck slowly with the tip of its tongue, nearly reaching my hair, and ran off faster than the wind. I felt a drop of rain on my forehead.
Somehow, and I couldn’t tell you how, I made it back to my bungalow on the outskirts of town. I opened the door and collapsed onto the cot in the corner of the room as my father lounged on the bed and watched TV.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, not really paying attention.
I coughed and rolled over. “I was assaulted by the wendigo. Now I intend to kill it.”
“Is this how you want to spend your time here? Really?”
I groaned as I tried in vain to find a comfortable position. “I have no choice. It has tasted my flesh and will have developed a craving for it by tomorrow.”
“Then we should wait until then. It will come to us.”
“No. We must kill it today. It will be too late. Give me just a few minutes to recover… please.”
He scoffed. “Fine.” He grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
An hour later I awoke. Rain pitter-pattered on the sheet metal roof. I got up from the cot, sore in my back and ribs, and bandaged my scrapes. I couldn’t seem to remember where I’d parked, or indeed, what I was driving, so I pulled my keys from my pocket and clicked the rental fob. It was a Hyundai truck, parked across the street.
I went to the kitchenette and rummaged through the drawers for the largest knife I could find. It was nothing to write home about, and barely sharp, but it would do. I wrapped the blade in plastic and shoved it in my pocket.
My father growled when I kicked the bedframe to wake him from his nap. I tossed the shotgun at him and he caught it.
“You’re on shotgun duty,” I said. “And you’re driving, too. In both cases, don’t hit me.”
“Aren’t you going to be in the car?”
“Not after we take him down.” I pulled the knife out of my pocket just enough for him to see it. “I’m not letting that thing keep any of its blood.”
The truck bounced up and down on the uneven surface of the dry plains. It was endless dead grass and sky as far as I could see, broken up only by clouds and mud. There was no sign of the wendigo.
“Are you sure this is where it attacked you?” He asked.
“I’m certain this is where I was assaulted.” I said, looking every which way for the beast. “There’s nowhere for it to hide.”
I saw something move in the distance and motioned for him to hand me the gun. He began driving in its direction and it ran, just as fast as the car could chase it.
“Floor it.” I said.
“We can’t go any faster without losing traction.”
“I don’t care. Floor it.”
“Fine.”
He pressed the gas pedal to the floor and for a moment we sped up, but quickly we became stuck in a deep hole, moving mud more than we could move the truck. I jumped out and started running after the wendigo. I knew I would never catch it unless it wanted to be caught, but I held the shotgun up and fired it. The wendigo slowed, stumbled. I ran faster now, reassured that I had a chance. The truck raced past me.
“I got it out of the mud!” My father yelled out as he barrelled toward the monster.
This was no good. I wanted that beast to die at my own hands, not the grill of a rented truck. I ran faster, nearly keeping up, and got lucky. The truck got stuck in the mud again. I overtook it. I threw the gun to the side and pulled out the knife. I pounced at the wendigo, met its gaze, and it disappeared. I fell face-first into the muck.
“Ugh…” I lifted myself up and looked around. Nothing. My father walked up, his boots squeaking with each step.
“There’s always tomorrow.”
“No there isn’t!” I slammed my fist in the mud. “I’m leaving town tomorrow! I only got the room for two nights!”
He got quiet. The way he always did when he was ‘disappointed’ with me. The quiet only served to delay the loud.
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vbsvartalf · 2 years ago
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I'm havin' a reg'lar hellfire kind of a trip, I am.
Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo"
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kikisqueaks · 2 years ago
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Yarr Maties! Fresh Adventure Awaits!
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yranigami · 22 days ago
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The Wendigo
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the-cosmos-withinus · 1 year ago
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Astrophel, are you ever scared of Belos? Like when he changes?
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He most certainly is not
Astrophel was startled the first time he saw Philip transform because he definitely couldn't do that last time they saw each other, but no, he's never been scared of him. He doesn't see a monster, he just sees his friend.
Don't buy that 'big softie' nonsense though, Belos is only like this with Astrophel and maybe his Grimwalkers depending on their relationship, anyone else will get their arm bitten off
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litandlifequotes · 4 months ago
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But sleep, in the long run, proves greater than all emotions.
The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
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ghostsandgod · 6 months ago
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"And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart."
-Algernon Blackwood, The Wendigo
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moviesandmania · 6 months ago
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THE WENDIGO Reviews and free on Roku, Tubi and YouTube
The Wendigo is a 2022 horror film about a malevolent Algonquian spirit that resides in the wilderness of Northeastern America. Described as a stag-headed beast with hooves and antlers, the creature possesses hapless souls who break certain taboos. Directed and photographed by and co-starring Jake Robinson from a screenplay written by James S. Brown, based on Robinson’s storyline. Produced by Paul…
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ghostfacewendigo · 6 months ago
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onlyhurtforaminute · 7 months ago
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MASS BURIAL-THE WENDIGO
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