Eldritch Horror - Blog Posts
Me, a sith who adores cersei: There is no middle ground, I only deal in absolutes.
There’s two ends of the horror spectrum
Something about Taco Bell's stock background
It's just so.... desolate. It's like you've been wandering for hours through a space full of empty whiteness and fog, and just as you feel your stomach start to rumble. the fog gives way and-
🧿INSIDE 🧿
👁OUTSIDE👁
of bodily experiences
15 Moodboard Challenge for Therians 💚
Day 4: What’s your favourite phantom part?
I miss my tentacles, they why they’d twist and bend,
I miss my wings, and the feeling of wind rushing by,
I miss my tail, the rigid scales, and the flow of water,
I miss all my eyes, and the ability to see the world in so many ways,
I miss my sharp teeth, and the way they could keep predators away,
I miss my antlers, I long to decorate them once more, with vines and flowers,
I miss my hooves, and they way they’d gracefully propel me through the forest,
I miss my extra limbs, how I’d love to stretch them out and explore the world once more, being able to hold so much, and do such wonderful things,
And yet here I lay with nothing but my simple human form, with the soul of another, that longs for so much more.
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Somewhere out there within the dark woods of somewhere or another, in days some time past, there was a town. And that town worshipped one god, and that god was a hole.
Yes, a massive hole, at the center of their town. Deep and dark, perhaps leading all the way down to oblivion. Some people said the god lived at the bottom of the hole, others said that the god was the hole itself, or even the shadows that lay within. They had no temples, no alters, only the hole. And the hole of the hole demanded things of them. It was hungry, strangely hungry. It did not have sacfices, it demanded tribute. Taxes in a way. People would scrounge up what little money they had for the hole, and the hole promised back that it would give them good things in return.
There were those who warned them of the hole. The cryptids of the dark forest, and the occultists and demon hunters, and even the deep ones that lay in the dark ocean and the scaled men of the forgotten ruins. But the townsfolk didn't listen, the hole made them feel good. It felt good to give it money. And even though they never exactly saw how the hole must have been helping them. How could it not be helping them if they had given it so much. And soon the hole banished all supernatural things but itself, and the people said the hole was making them safe.
And soon the hole was bigger. What was once the size of a well had grown to being big enough to consume a house. And soon the town changed, the hole began to be its center, the entire town shifted so that all public life was around the hole. And soon those who didn't like the hole, or who questioned it, where seen as evil or strange people, greedy for not wanting to give the hole their money, they were seen as selfish and entitled, entitled to all the hole's benefits without paying their share. It was a tragedy when someone grew up to move out of the town and not follow the hole.
And soon the hole had more and more demands. And everyone listened as it grew larger and larger. Soon it didn't want money, it wanted things too, televisions, automobiles, books, family relics, grandma's ashes, works of art, perhaps even beloved pets. And it became taboo not just to question it, but to feel sad when you lost something to the hole. You couldn't say you missed it, or replace it too soon, the hole wanted you to not have it, you were so obviously wrong to miss it. You didn't just have to give to the hole, you had to understand that it was improving your life.
There was a movement of young people, who wanted to get rid of the hole. But it was too late by then, they had no other gods, no other spirits or creatures, and the hole was as large as a city block. And either way, the town police belonged to the hole now, and they would kill for it, and they would die for it. Some young rebels moved away. But most found themselves not being able to give up their family, their freinds, and their safety to fight the hole. So for a time they pretended to like it, and when you do something, and say something for long enough it can become your truth, and soon enough those who pretended to live the hole truly did love it.
And soon there was no music or movies that the hole didn't approve of. Everyone followed the hole's rules. And everyone loved the hole so dearly and so brightly. They couldn't imagine a town without a hole. When they thought of other towns they imagined that they must have had holes too, and every idea of a place without it was sad and depressing. And as the hole was then a quarter of the size of the town, it was hungry, and demanded not just things but flesh. And people happily gave, it would be weird to not want to give. They gave eyes, ears, teeth, testicles, tounges, fingers and toes and hands and feet and arms and legs. And they didn't miss their body parts at all. And when one day the hole demanded people jump in, and give their lives to it, they didn't mind or question at all, it didn't feel like death, and nobody missed that they weren't there.
And now, in the dark woods, there is a hole where a town used to be. It has eaten the entire the thing, every last inch and citizen of it. It is not satisfied. But it has grown all that it could. And one must wonder if the hole is lonely now, or if it knows that it has done all it ever hoped to.
it sucks that im stuck in a human body. im supposed to be running through a forest on a mountain on all fours. im supposed to be laying among the stars. im supposed to be so incomprehensible to the human mind that it collapses trying to visualize me. what do you mean i have a flesh prison
I was never meant to be apart of society.
I was meant to crawl around the forest and make freaky noises.
My art project bishes
HE'S DONE
also the light green is less neon idk why the lighting did that
Time for me to make a backstory and everything
WIPSLOT STUFF:
age unknown but ruffly 700 in human years, 15ish in eldritch years
technically male and uses he/him but doesn't care which pronouns used
loves learning about humans and their customs
finds cloths funny to use as eldritch don't use, but finds them nice from time to time
tips of ears turn black as a sign of blushing
has only one mouth which is on his right palm of upper right hand
Time for me to make a backstory and everything
Got an interesting take on eldritch horror for all you writers out there. It's a bit of a roundabout schlep to reach the actual idea, but writers tend to be readers so I hold you'll stick with me til we get there.
So, consider a 2D creature. Little flat dude, living on the ground. No concept of "up" or "down." He's 2D, he just doesn't parse the concepts and can't perceive them anyways.
He sees you. What he actually sees is just the 2D cross section of you where you intersect with his 2D world, which is probably your footprints. So, as far as he can tell, you are a pair of footprints that are.... apparently one being? He doesn't get how it works exactly, but it's not too far out there, so he just kind of accepts that, yes, humans are The Two That Are One. Spooky. They always seem to use the singular to refer to the pair of themselves, and only differentiate between themselves as Left or Right. But other paired instances of The Two That Are One are, in fact, separate entities. So they're only in sets of two, unless accompanied by a companion called "Cane," which they are sometimes, or even a pair of companions called "Crutches." When Crutches are present, sometimes one of The Two That Are One will be missing entirely. It's a little confusing.
But wait, what now? They disappear and reappear in sequence, teleporting in turns. He never sees them just move like a 2D being, always the stop-start teleporting. Apparently this strange power is called "walking," and its accomplished by The Two That Are One moving through an unseen dimension called "Up," through a process called "lifting" themselves and re-entering the real world farther away in the direction they wanted to go. He can accept the idea of unseen dimensions, and he vaguely gets the idea that one of The Two That Are One must remain anchored in the real world to prevent something called "falling," which is some kind of uncontrolled movement through the unperceivable dimension of "Down." Which is the same dimension as "Up," but...... backwards? Reversed? He's not really clear, but "Falling Down" is presumably bad, so The Two That Are One keep one of themselves here in the real world to prevent it.
Except if they do something called "jumping." Which consists of gathering up their power to hurl themselves through the Up dimension together to reappear together somewhere else in the real world. He isn't sure why they Walk instead of Jump, since it seems better to take both of The Two That Are One together at the same time, but okay.
Okay, what the hell, they can Walk through impenetrable barriers like the great wall of Sidewalk Chalk? How do they go through that? What? They went "Over?" The hell is "Over?" Like 'around' but through the unseen dimension of Up? But they couldn't Walk through the barrier of Wall. Why could they go "Over" Sidewalk Chalk but not Wall?
And they can't go between the four small obstacles of Refrigerator Feet. The area between them is safe from The Two That Are One, for the four Refrigerator Feet are connected to each other in the strange and eldritch dimension of Up. The barriers are too powerful to be moved by The Two That Are One, and it (they?) cannot enter the real world where it is blocked by such powerful forces.
Got all that?
Okay, now consider a 4 dimensional elder god and how we 3D entities would perceive them.
What would you do if you encountered an eldritch horror?
Well obviously you would- EH! WRONG!
The only obvious answer is to suduce it and make sure it likes you enough to spare you from the brunt of madness. If it works out you may even get some cool powers in the end.
I don't know about you all but give me a stamina potion and we'd be going all night.
So… I’m not saying I made it happen, but the Duolingo owl was killed off pretty quickly after I posted this XD
Duolingo is the ancient of language, and makes their form look deceptively cute so it can indulge in its obsession to teach its domain to other humans
It’s just a random thought prompt, but DCxDP where Danny is talking to one of the other bats/heros
hero: phone goes off, them groaning “I downloaded this stupid app so I could learn (insert language) for a mission, but it won’t shut up with the reminders
Danny: glances up from where he was chilling out and talking “why not just delete it?”
Hero: “I’ve tried, but the stupid owl app won’t go away”
Danny and the bats freeze, turning to the hero in horror: “do the damn lesson”
Hero: blinking “why, it’s not like the stupid bird can actually do anything.”
Danny: hisses “dude, shut up! Duo is a powerful eldritch horror, he’ll kill you!”
John Constantine: walking in the room and spitting out his drink “why in the bloody hell are you even mentioning that blokes name?!”
Danny: points at hero “he downloaded their app and is refusing to do their daily lessons!”
John: stares in horror before nopeing out “you bastards are on your own!”
Danny: grabbing the bats and opening a portal to the cave “nope, we out, I’ve dealt with enough nightmare to know a fight I can’t win when I see one”
Hero: left standing alone, glancing at his phone as it vibrates again with a notification “well… shoot”
Duolingo is the ancient of language, and makes their form look deceptively cute so it can indulge in its obsession to teach its domain to other humans
It’s just a random thought prompt, but DCxDP where Danny is talking to one of the other bats/heros
hero: phone goes off, them groaning “I downloaded this stupid app so I could learn (insert language) for a mission, but it won’t shut up with the reminders
Danny: glances up from where he was chilling out and talking “why not just delete it?”
Hero: “I’ve tried, but the stupid owl app won’t go away”
Danny and the bats freeze, turning to the hero in horror: “do the damn lesson”
Hero: blinking “why, it’s not like the stupid bird can actually do anything.”
Danny: hisses “dude, shut up! Duo is a powerful eldritch horror, he’ll kill you!”
John Constantine: walking in the room and spitting out his drink “why in the bloody hell are you even mentioning that blokes name?!”
Danny: points at hero “he downloaded their app and is refusing to do their daily lessons!”
John: stares in horror before nopeing out “you bastards are on your own!”
Danny: grabbing the bats and opening a portal to the cave “nope, we out, I’ve dealt with enough nightmare to know a fight I can’t win when I see one”
Hero: left standing alone, glancing at his phone as it vibrates again with a notification “well… shoot”
Spooktober Day 5
SpongeBob Monsters
Mine
SpongeBob is a weird eyeball Eldritch monster thing, Patrick is a Frankensteins Monster, Squidward is a vampire with elements of the vampire squid, Sandy is an invisible mad scientist, Mr Krabs is a ghost pirate, Plankton is a robot piloted by a brain in a jar
Jared's:
SpongeBob as Frankensteins Monster
Are any of you the eldritch horror of the friend group while simultaneously being the therapist and mom friend???
Dagon's Priest.
Just finished Shadow Over Innsmouth!
Oh hey, some recent art...
The two sides of my art, I guess..?
Some references I've made for my ocs... From the top to bottom: Brinner, Ellowen, and Usipher. First one is a shadow person with the other two being weird eldritch humanoid types.
Welp I did a thing...
When you're in a welcome home discord server and show peeps how you normally draw and they basically go, "Okay, but can you make Wally a spooky creature?"
I've updated their designs and colors since we've last met... >3 >
More Pastra Fanart
Sona arts
: v Doodles of my sona.