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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
This year for Samhain season I've dug out my Lovecraft Film Fest DVD's. And with the Search For Tiki taking a hiatus from their 13 Nights of Tiki Frights this year,I've decided to dig up some Cthulhu-themed drinks. Here's one that will have you seeing other dimensions. Ia,ia!
Mix #232 Cthulhu Waits Dreaming
4oz gold rum 1/2oz dark rum 1oz brandy 1/4tsp absinthe 3.5oz grapefruit juice 1oz lemon juice 1oz cinnamon syrup 1oz orgeat fresh seawater***
***(don't actually use seawater,dissolve sea salt in tap water)
Rinse drinking vessel with saltwater. Shake other ingredients with ice and strain into vessel over fresh crushed ice.
From Lovecraftian mug makers Horror in Clay comes a drink that should really be shared. I halved it for one. There's a lot going on with this. The cinnamon comes forward with citrus and absinthe flavors and a salty finish. A very complex drink. Good enough to make it again,but I'd actually advise skipping the salt water rinse,unless you've got family from Innsmouth.
Remember folks: That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die. Ia! Ia!
And that’s the whole point.
People honestly didn’t go “mad” from seeing cosmic horror things in Lovecraft very often. That’s a modern thing, and honestly feels like modified “gorgon”
Usually its stress, paranoia or ptsd from near death experience.
The true terror was not really in seeing something horrifying and alien, but understanding the implications, or not being able to fit it into an existing mental framework.
There’s two ends of the horror spectrum
Some ancient murals depicting long past events.
First showing the time in Earth's history when the old god Gomnolho fought off the invader Yibye-guran, who sought to freeze earth. These two are ancient rivals that fought many times all over the universe.
Second shows the fiery old god Shaha'sahash leaving a world after setting it ablaze. It was a world of warmongering worm things, and Shaha'sahash was a patron deity to many of its nations and factions. When a large war erupted, the old god focused the fire inside his most devoted followers to set the world aflame.
Eldritch Horrors
Ah yes, the classic monstrosities of lovecraft
Servitors of Azathoth
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
Dude 😂🤣
Finding Cthulhu Digital artwork by me, 2023
My creepy character man, Harvy. A shy, but courteous young man, who often deals with the conflict of being social, but also looking like a freak. Yeah it’s not an artstyle choice, he face really do be wonky: no nostrils, wide mouth, big ol eyes, and everything. He also breathes through gills and has a flexible, dexterous body. Harvy is a half human and half cosmic monster, hence why he looks weird, and even inhibits strange abilities. This oc dates WAAAAAAy back, but he hasn’t really changed much tbh.
A mix of weirdcore and angelcore. I’ve also uploaded on the weirdcore subreddit.
Some art I did "in character" as Oswald. There was a description of a statue a famous archaeologist found that went missing after dying in a very horrifying way.
I tried to draw this as someone who had never heard of Lovecraftian horror. I feel it turned out well.
Some characters gained a level of madness looking at it. :D
Hermaeus Mora Headcanons
-Hermaeus Mora has a distinct scent, as if someone left a rotten fish on a musty old book for several hours before removing it. Incidentally, this is also the smell of Apocrypha.
-One way to instantly get on his bad side is to call him Hermie. Sheogorath does this on occasion just to watch his reaction.
-Most of the books used to build the library itself are in some stage of decay. On occasion, the Seekers will become desperate enough to find a certain piece of knowledge that they’ll attempt pulling newer additions out of the columns, bringing entire swathes of library down around them.
-Each of Hermaeus Mora’s eyes sees differently. Some are far-sighted, some are near-sighted, and some see in other light spectrums entirely. He can create new eyes at will, which is handy if attempting to peer into tight spaces.
-As powerful as the daedric princes are, there’s a reason they keep to their own universe. If you’re feeling especially brave, ask Hermaeus about the time another eldritch horror thought he was seafood. (Or, ask Sheogorath. He’ll tell you all about it.)
Welcome to Cthulhu’s Pet Store! We have abominations to suit all your pet-keeping needs!
This week we’re featuring 75% off all our burrowing creatures, ranging from the Tunneling Spaghetti Monster to our Elderbeard Moles. They’re perfect for aerating your eldritch garden or renovating your crawlspace. As an added bonus, take 30% off your first five bags of pet food. What an insane deal!
I love No Man’s Sky’s take on eldritch corruption. Most games represent being infected by otherworldy forces with a filthy aesthetic, whereas NMS is more like, “you know, the utterly alien might actually be kind of pretty.”
Until you get to the abandoned outposts and freighters, that is, but some of that corruption was induced by sentient species. Maybe that’s what makes the difference in this universe, whether the seepage happens naturally or not.
My latest No Man’s Sky Relaxation video! Stare into the eye of an abyssal horror, if you dare...
OTP Prompt #21
Your OTP finds an eldritch horror in their basement. One of them wants to keep it as a pet.
The abyss, hands down.
I once had a dream about seeing Azathoth. I don’t remember any details, sadly, but the feeling I had upon waking up was so transcendent that I wish I could go back.
Despite his racism and pessimism, I think Lovecraft’s entities are the best representation of the divine as a fundamentally alien and unknown force. The unknown can bring out the best or worst in us, and how we relate to and process it ultimately says more about us than the unknown/divine itself.
So yes, the unknown. The abyss. My truest love.
Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.
The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.
The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.
The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...
The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.
The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.
The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.
The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...
The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.
The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...
The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.
The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.
The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...