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Had a dream I was being wooed by a mind flayer last night... The Baldur's Gate brainrot is real
Nah,because the comments were wilding,my boy will doesn’t deserve this😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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
Anyway, illithids should be based off more aquatic wildlife, cuttlefish in particular (:
DnD question
What would happen if you took an ettin (2 headed giant) and implanted a mindflayer tadpole into just one head ?
DnD monster cenario
A Neothelid is a Gargantuan slimy worm that is the result of the mindflayer life cycle gone wrong.
Essentially if you don't implant a tadpole it will eventually grow into this thing
Normally only one would exist because if the mindflayers are all killed the tadpoles would starve and eat each other, leaving only one survivor to become a Neothelid.
But picture the following scenario
A human is killed by mindflayers when they had "unfinished business" they become a ghost. As a ghost seeking revenge the float down and arrive at the brine pool
They use "horrifying visage" every one of the thousands of tadpoles must make a DC 13 save and if they fail by 5 or more they age 1D4x10 years
2/5 of the tadpoles will fail by 5 or more
If we say there are ten thousand tadpoles in the pool
THEN THERE ARE NOW 4000 UNCONTROLLED PSYCHIC WORMS OF CR 13 WREAKING HAVOC
The same predator at two different life stages. Nothing will escape Ashtoret's keen eyes once they set on their target.
Flee all you like, but you've been marked.
"EST PRAEDAE MAE!"
There’s a power outage where I live and I just finished Stranger Things season 3, IM FREAKING OUT A LITTLE AHHH
The Very Hungry Rust Monster is a mini-comic I made a few years back. I’ve seen it floating around Tumblr without attribution recently, so I’ve uploaded a higher-resolution version, properly credited.
In season 3 we're probably going to find out the Demogorgons and Mind Flayer are actually theological demons of some sort.
Has anybody noticed that the Mind Flayer is basically Chaos from Sonic Adventure? He has a similar design and likes to absorb things to get bigger. Just like Chaos.
It makes me think the six people lost never actually died considering they're in tune with Will's inner thoughts. They could theoretically come back to life if the Mind Flayer's tubes were removed from them.
Mind Flayer Thoughts (Spoilers)
So, I’ve been thinking about some final pages of the comic. Here it is if you missed them:
What if in Will’s case, it’s not just a matter of being ‘infected’. What if his brain is forever tweaked to be in-tune with the Mind Flayer now?
I’ve made theories about this before in conjunction with the possibility that he has powers. It’s a double edged sword. He can use this irreversible link to get information he wouldn’t be able to otherwise… and maybe this connection makes him less vulnerable to whatever infection is about to sweep the town in season 3… but at the same time, he’d probably be the easiest person to repossess and control.
The Mind Flayer knows everything about him. How he works. Where he’s most likely to hide. Who matters most to him. Will has no defenses against the Mind Flayer (mentally) that we know of. He had to be saved by heat, he could only hold off mentally for so long.
This weeks art poll!
(❛) - request (✿) - fluff (✯) - angst
𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻
This Is It? - ✯
you love steve. he loves you. but after getting stuck in the upside down, chances of either of you learning about the others feelings suddenly disappear.
Terms & Conditions❛ - ✯ ✿
after a harsh breakup with billy, steve suggests that you try 'dating' each other so you could win billy back, and he could get nancy back, but things don't always go as planned.
𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲
Love, your shitty little sister - ✯ ✿
you never had a good relationship with your brother, and you knew that, but when given the chance to have one will you take it?
On the Fourth of July - ✯ ✿
fourth of july was supposed to be a fun night, but things take a dark turn when you see billy at the Starcourt mall for the last time.
𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿
Starcourt Nightmares❛ - ✯ ✿
the events that took place that night at the starcourt mall have been terrorizing you for weeks. good thing you have your brother to help you through it.
more to come soon ;)
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⚘ Brother!Mike Wheeler x f!sister reader
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, mentions of blood, semi-gore, fluff
— word count: 1.0k
Ever since the battle at Starcourt, sleep has seemed like a distant memory.
I turned to my other side on the bed, an uncomfortable groan left my body. I closed my eyes once more to try and at least get a peaceful hour of sleep, but whenever I tried all I could see were the events that happened at the mall.
I threw the blankets off of my body and laid on my back. A heavy sigh left my mouth, as I closed my eyes once more.
Sleep finally started to take over my mind and body, but before I fell fully unconscious my left hand moved to hold my right arm, the scar from the night at the mall still remained.
The next thing I knew, I was asleep.
JULY 4TH 1985 ─ STARCOURT MALL
My chest heaved up and down from all of the running I've been doing, fear and adrenaline rushed through my body as I finally found a spot to hide in. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that this was all a dream, that I was going to take up any minute now safe in my bed.
But it was real, it was so real.
A loud crash sounded right next to me, I quickly placed my hand over my mouth, making sure no sound would escape and alert the mind flayer of my whereabouts.
Tears escaped my eyes as a thousand thoughts flooded my head. Is Mike okay? where are the others? when is this going to be over? will we all make it out of this?
I kept my eyes shut until the desk I had been hiding behind had suddenly been flipped on top of me. A scream ripped through my throat as I felt the bone in my arm snap. The pain burned in my arm as I realized that not only had the bone been broken, but had also pierced through my skin.
Hot tears fell from my eyes, much like the blood that now seeped from my my arm. My breath was sporadic, is this how I die?
A loud thud sounded to my left, my eyes shot open and I looked to my side to see who or what it was.
The fear in my body doubled as I saw that it was Billy, he was moving the desk off of my body, he was trying to get to me.
I panicked, I tried as hard as I could to get away from him, the pain in my arm doubled with every movement. But I couldn't stop, if I did I wouldn't only have to worry about my arm, but also what Billy would do to me if he got the chance.
I used my left arm to shove my body out from under the ruble, but it was no luck I was stuck with no way out.
The weight on my body suddenly lifted as Billy shoved the largest piece of the desk off my body, I got up as quickly as I could to get away, but a hand grabbed my injured arm, and pain shot through it.
"SHIT." I screamed as I leaned my body into Billy hoping to release the pain he was causing to my arm. But it only made matters worse.
Now he had my entire body in his grasp, I once again tried to maneuver my way of out, but he had a tight grip on me, and he wasn't going to let go.
"Y/N!" I heard someone shout my name, I quickly looked to where the voice came from, Mike.
A loud screech sounded before I was able to respond. The mind flayer.
I had completely forgotten about it, too busy dealing with Billy. It had looked in my direction then Mike's, and it ran towards him.
No, no, no, no, no. "MIKE! RUN!" I shouted as loud as I could, but before I could say anything else Billy covered my mouth with his hand.
I kicked my legs In fear, and now anger. I watched as Mike ran to a new hiding spot.
Before I could make another move, I felt something hot run down my chest, looking down my heart stopped.
The mind flayer had pierced my chest with one of its tentacles, everything started to go dark. Billy finally released my body, I slowly slid down against his body.
Then it all went dark.
NOVEMBER 5TH 1985 ─ WHEELER RESIDENCE
"Shit!" My eyes shot open, and I quickly sat up. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes.
I looked at my arm, the scar seemed to burn like it did that night. I covered it with my other hand as I brought my legs up to my chest as cried.
I looked up when I heard the gentle creak of my door, My heart sped up as I saw the shadow of someone.
It walked towards me, and as it did I saw that it was someone familiar, Mike.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing, I didn't want him to see me like this, I didn't want him to see me falling apart.
I was so busy trying to calm myself down that I didn't notice he had sat next to me on my bed until I felt his arms wrap around me.
"It's okay, you're okay." His voice was soft as he held me in his arms, calming me down.
"They won't go away." I cried into his shoulder, he seemed to know what I was talking about because he held me tighter
"I know, I get them too." I continued to cry in to his shoulder as he spoke once more.
"They're never going to go away, but we can work through them." He rested his head atop mine, "We can together, I promise."
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⚘ Billy Hargrove x f!reader
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, blood, major character death, ANGST,
— word count: 0.6k
Inspired by: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
Billy.
He was the only thought running though my head as I ran down the broken escalator as fast as I could. My legs burned, but the pain was nothing compared to the burning I felt in my chest at the sight of his limp body on he mall floor.
There was a dark puddle surrounding him, I prayed that it was from whatever beast lay dead next to him, but I knew I couldn't lie to myself forever.
Max' cries got louder as I came closer to Billy's body, she was shaking his shoulder to get him to wake up. But it wasn't working, nothing was working.
Once I reached his body I pulled his head in to my lap, he was so cold, and he only seemed like an empty shell of who he used to be.
I started wailing so hard, my whole body hurt. I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to get away from everybody, out of this mall, pretend that this wasn't real, that me and Billy would lay on the hood of his car and look at the stars like we always do.
But I knew I had to stay with him, even if this was going to be goodbye forever, he deserved to have someone at his side if the time came.
When I looked at Billy, he was so pale that I could see his veins. His eyes were open slightly, and I kept staring at them, as if at any minute they might open all the way and everything would be okay.
I held his hand and said, "I love you."
But I wanted to say so much more. I could write a novel about everything he meant to me: the small compliments he gave me every single day, the way he always noticed when I changed my hair, the way he looked at me in a crowd like we were sharing a secret. How was I supposed to get through this, I wondered, when Billy was the person who helped me through everything?
"I-I'm sorry." He barely managed to sputter out, this only made Max sob even louder, her face buries in my neck.
It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest and they were now twisting the knife to make it hurt even more.
"It's okay," I mustered up a smile, I had to look brave for him, something he had always done for me, I owed it to him now. "We're okay." Hot tears trickled down my face as I looked at him.
His blue eyes were locked with mine. Those beautiful blue eyes that I always loved seeing, but now this may be the last time I ever see them.
He coughed once more, some of the blood getting on to my shirt, seeping through to my skin. Every drop felt like it burned against my skin, creating burns that would scar, leaving me with a reminder of this night forever.
He heaved out a heavy breath, his eyes still on mine, until they weren't.
His chest didn't rise again for another breath, and his eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep, and that at any moment he would wake up.
But he wasn't.
He was dead.
The boy who was everything to me, was now gone, dead in my arms as I cried, hoping he would open his eyes, tell me this was some sick joke.
But he wouldn't, he would never hold me again.
Tonight on July 4th, 1985, a part of me died with the boy in my arms, the boy who I loved with all my heart.
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Whoa mama! Hakita, slow down with the hot as fuck enemies, it hurts to kill em!
