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Imagine being a frog and seeing this for the first time... :¬O
Diving swans captured by Viktor Lyagushkin
Garf
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Had an aggie.io drawing sesh with my friends and came up with this....garf
If you fail to find and kill your demons, they will find and kill you
^^^Quote courtesy of @scarlettaagni , check out her stuff, she's great :)
Garf
(click for maximum monstrosity, spread the insanity with reblogs, don't repost, you know how it goes, tell your pets I love them)
Had an aggie.io drawing sesh with my friends and came up with this....garf
If you fail to find and kill your demons, they will find and kill you
^^^Quote courtesy of @scarlettaagni , check out her stuff, she's great :)
SOS Transponder // Pathfinder Telamon // 05.01.5244 // 00:06 Fleet Standard Time
(weary, broken) This is... (sigh) Stars above, I just don’t know what to say.
[beat]
I’m stranded on a cold, lifeless desert moon without a name. This planet’s sun is like a dark, angry eye, glaring down at me. At night, the sky shines with violet clouds. I think the word for it is nebula. ...I’m alone. Nobody else lives on this world, as far as I know.
[beat]
(sigh) Judging by the wreckage, I must have crashed, though I only have the vaguest notion of how long ago that happened.
...Months? ...Years?
The remnants of the hull are intact enough for me to read the name Telamon. I feel like I should know what that means, but I don’t. Most of the systems on the ship are destroyed beyond repair, at least as far as I can tell. I feel like I used to know how to fix these things, but that’s all gone... The only system still in working order, besides life support, is... this. Whatever this is. Some sort of communicator, I think.
[beat]
...I hope.
[beat]
(more broken) If anyone out there is listening, please come find me. Or at least send some sort of reply. I need help, however you can help, please just... help me. I don’t know where I am, or how I got here. But worst of all...
(wavering) I don’t know who I am.
[transmission terminates]
wrote a teaser prologue thingy for a Hyperlanes campaign I want to run, called Orion’s Echo. possibly more parts to come!
Captain's Log // Pathfinder Telamon // 20.5.5240 // 05:15 Fleet Standard Time
[several seconds of silence]
(quietly) ... I never know how to begin these things, even after twenty years of recording them.
(normal volume) This is Commander Akair Vayth of the Pathfinder Telamon, Argo-class capital ship for the Pathfinder Initiative expedition into the Trapezium Cluster. We're currently docked in Palladion Skyharbor, and preparations to leave Athenian orbit are nearly complete. We're scheduled to launch at 0600, bound for 45 Orionis. Our plan is to take the jumpgate routes to Rigel to resupply, then make the jump to Alnilam. From there, we're on our own as we fly into unknown territory.
[beat]
Our fleet is twelve ships strong: the Telamon herself, a support carrier and the capital ship; four Asterion-class exploration frigates, the Archimedes, Pythagoras, Aristarchus, and Eratosthenes; four Hephaestion-class industrial frigates, the Prometheus, Brontes, Arges, and Steropes; two Heraklion-class support frigates, the Balius and Xanthus; and an Asclepion-class medical support corvette, the Dione. I'll admit, when the commission proposed a mere twelve ships for an expedition of such long duration, I was quite skeptical, but in composing the fleet I've grown confident in the crew's capability.
[beat]
Still... I worry. We're going further into the Orion Nebula than anyone ever has, and we don't know what lurks in the dark between the stars. Previous expeditions in the Clouds have described unusual readings from the Trapezium Cluster, hinting at... well, we're not sure. It could be a black hole. Could be a high-arity pulsar, or an exotic star. Or something... organic.
[beat]
I'm overthinking this, I'm sure. We're just going to chart the cluster, gauge its habitability, and set up a jumpgate if possible. But in any case, I'm needed on the bridge again. Commander Vayth, signing off.
[log terminates]
There’s no sound in space.
Everyone knows this. Every child born on a spacefaring world is taught that the vacuum of space, having only a few atoms per cubic centimeter, cannot by its nature conduct acoustic waves. This means that whatever sounds you hear while plying the void between worlds come from within your own spacecraft.
Some take solace in this fact, enjoying the silence and solitude that the endless deep embodies. Some prefer to bask in the bone-deep humming of the drive coils, pulsing their magnetic hymns of atomic power; or keep time by the steady, quiet chirps of the scanners watching the endless night all around.
But when the hull starts to whisper as you lie awake in your berth, singing your sins to you like a lullaby for the damned… the only way to escape it is to throw yourself out of the airlock.
For there’s no sound in space, and no one can hear you scream.
Virgil Finlay's illustration for 'The Color Out of Space' by H. P. Lovecraft.
Hey I just had a thought about time travel: what if you somehow ended up traveling back in time, with no way of ever returning to the present, but you didn’t know if your actions would impact/change the time you came from. I feel like time travel narratives are always about getting used to how different the world is, but what about the fear of destroying the world you left behind? Even if you can never return to them, would you risk the people you love never being born? Could you accept being inconsequential, to the point you have no impact on those around you, even it that impact is loving them, or making them happy? The worst part is that even if you tried to change nothing, you would never know if you succeeded. There would always be a chance that one misstep destroys everything, and you would never know if that misstep had already happened, or inevitably would.
I just think it’s a unique kind of horror, in world where we often fear we’re unimportant, to fear the consequences of your own existence
WIP INTRO // NORTHERN STAR
genre―୨୧⋆ ˚ cosmic horror || dark fantasy pov―୨୧⋆ ˚ third pov, past tense, dual MCs status―୨୧⋆ ˚ currently writing @ 70k words tropes―୨୧⋆ ˚ unreliable narrators, sibling rivalry, body horror, lynchian horror, unhealthy relationships, undead monsters, memory loss, nightmare realms, mental illness/trauma
summary
An ancient beast stirs awake below the frozen earth when the blood of the King's young sister spills at the hands of a horrid Undead monster. Faced with the destruction of his kingdom by hidden rotten hands and an anomaly below the palace leading to the deaths of his people, the King is backed into a corner as villains emerge from all sides, and a child he abandoned in the hands of a monster returns as something far from human. As reality trembles with incomprehensible utterings, a lone cerulean star turns its gaze to the forgotten realm.
I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
In short, i turned my friend into a bloodborne boss. Brii'an't the great Magus of Eldritch Knowledge
the Fallen grand twisted parasitic seraphim, this took some time but here's my second monster design! also drawing viscose liquid hurts my very soul
This is the Blacken Heart witch, Tillethia. a lil sketch i turned into some monster character.
it took me a while, with a rushed finish too, I just finished drawing my girl, William. My great eldritch cosmic witch entity. along with a human form
a new character, Mr./Ms. Addumintrix the city lord of the underbelly and mercenaries, for a project I'm doing. he is very boujie. she's also like 16 feet tall. (some lore about them down below if anyone's interested)
Mr. Addumintrix used to be a very active mercenary in the underbelly, almost one of the first but those times are gone and he rather lounge around like the lazy cat she is or spends her time in the spiraling midnight city getting piercings, getting her favorite fermented god blood wine, or getting clothes. He's very intimidating and conniving when she wants to be but is very much a sweet talker, though when none of those work, good violence can do the trick. She may not do much mercenary work anymore, but that doesn't mean he's rusty. She says she's 'saving her skills for a bigger fish', then he instantly falls asleep on her giant pillow. though none can't tell if he's telling the truth or not.
here's Elmirdin, an eldritch curse maker and a word weaver (basically a writer) he's pretty known for his potent curses and good stories and he will DEFINITELY tell you about it. he's very sarcastic and a bit haughty, very much a bitch, but very serious about his work. he loves to mock people when bored.
he likes to curse gods, entities, mortals, etc who wrong him or insult/demean his work, or just for funsie.
(if you wonder what slits in his arms are for? they pour out liquid void and turn his blade fingers into webbed wings)
this my boi, Pip, a cross-transdimensional confidential package delivery person, delivering to and from a variety of entities, eldritches, and gods of all kinds. he's the messenger no one can or is able to kill. he's very witty and takes his job very seriously. (i hate drawing suits and shoes). yes, he does have a British accent, he's a pretty big fan of burgers.
But you see it doesn't take much to fool a dog, a human is much more vigilant, most people could be tricked in a passing interaction but be a little bit too attentive and it all comes down
LOL
