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I think the reason why Tolkien keeps referring to “the bow of Legolas” and “the voice of Legolas” and “the arrows of Legolas” is that he doesn’t want to write “Legolas’s”

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Dreams a two headed heron. With beaks long as an arm, shark teeth and crocodile body. Emerging out of a lake with only it's terrible heads. Spotting me on the shoreline and rushing with lighting speed. It's huge clumsy mass of a body tearing into the muddy grass by the water.

"Hmmm... This sounds familiar".

*Grabs copy of Call of C'thulhu. Reads about dead artist with nightmares.*

"...... Peachy."

#eldritch #eldrich horror #cthulhu #hastur #cosmic horror #nightmare #hp lovecraft #call of cthulhu #horror

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When you comission art for a comedy Sci-Fi story. Encounter of the milk kind.

Credits to the author

#scifiworld #scifiart #scifi #bookart #cover art #cover picture #illustration #comedy #ufoart #writers on tumblr #writers #writer #excerpt from a story i'll never write

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Worth the Fight - Chapter 1

So this is the beginning of what might be a long series without a self-insert. I chose to write a character for this one because it deals with sensitive topics and I didn’t want to put the ‘reader’ in those positions. This particular chapter has no Geralt in it, but is necessary for shaping the circumstances of what is to come. I hope you enjoy reading it despite this! If you like angst/very sad themes, this series will be for you. Summary: We do not choose how we are born, or our families. But we have to choose to fight. We fight, or we die. Anritte is dealt a bad hand; she spends a few precious years in naivety before the world as she knows it changes completely. Pairings: Eventually Geralt x OC; right now, none. Warnings: Death (childbirth, murder), blood/violence, child abuse/neglect, bad parenting, angst. Word Count: Somewhere around 2200.

The babe was brought into the world bathed in the blood of tragedy. The strength of her mother had been a gift, the last that she’d ever bestow as she took her final breaths in the dark pooling of her own life on the bed-sheets, too much of her spent on this final child. The infant wailed in the afterbirth as her father had sobbed and begged his wife to return, cupping the pallor of her cheeks, making fruitless bargains with Gods that were not listening. In the end, when the baby’s distress began to lower to mewling hiccups, her eldest sister swaddled the bundle as best she could, tear-tracks symmetrical on her face, and took the child to warm by the fire, wetting a rag with goat’s milk to suckle

Their father would not emerge from the chamber that held his wife’s empty body for some time, but when he did, his haunted features were set. Gently, he took the slumbering babe from his eldest, and gazed upon the tiny thing that had torn his life into two parts: before, and after this birth. “Anritte,” He named the baby girl with the sorrow-scratch of his voice, “That is what she said she wanted to call you.” A fat tear rolled from the tip of his nose and fell on the child’s forehead, and she fussed in her rest. “I will try to love you as she would have.”

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death vigil volume 2 next update later this month on my patreon https://www.patreon.com/shiniebezial

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Every supernova is probably an eldritch going through puberty and wondering how it looks when you poo a soap bubble.

#eldritch #hastur #cthulhu #hp lovecraft #cosmic horror

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Idea for Long shadows came out on Christmas Eve. Nearly a year after the Winter rabbit. At first Ketchup wasn't intended to get his own cameo. I never imagined I would write about him again. But he fits so perfectly in the second part of the story that it would be a great sin not to include him.

First and foremost. I need to explain few customs regarding the Orthodox Christmas. For those of you who never had a contract with it. Orthodox Christianity separate itself from Catholicism in 1054. Those of you who are interested in crusade's or general history would know the facts. Those of you who don't aren't interested in the first place. So I will cut the story short.

Orthodox Christmas is a time of mystic rituals. Everyone forgot from where they came. An Oak branch is collected the very day before Christmas. At Christmas eve it is to be sacrificed by burning it in your own family fireplace.

A coin is placed in the homemade dinner bread. Who ever gets it (as I nearly broke my tooth on several occasions) will have extraordinary luck if he buys salt with the same coin.

There is a candle lit up in a specially prepared bed of young wheat. It is only extinguished with red wine after the dinner.

Why am I boring you with all this? Ceremonies are important for every culture. And there isn't one here without an Oak branch. Procuring it was a duty of a man. And where to find it besides the most horrific places in Slavic mythology? The forest.

Now "Quiet woods" is a short story dealing with this theme. Unfortunately by my neglect it was lost. I only have opening paragraphs. The rest I would need to rewrite.

However, what else lurks in this forest. The very creature that have many names. You would most likely recognise her by the name Baba Yaga.

Yes. We came to that. We came to witches. They might not be scary to this day and age until you meet a eldritch crone with a taste for human flesh.

The idea of procuring Oak and going to the forest linked another tradition in my mind. That of naming weapons. Alas they betray you in your direst moment. (Fun fact. They do that because they don't belong to you. Don't be a lazy prick. Naming your weapon aserts ownership and dominance.)

We have a witch, tradition of naming and a person entering a forest. The story didn't connect yet. It started but it didn't get on paper just yet. Not until spring, when I met with an old friend. He is a tattoo artist. (I found out that time. We weren't in contact for five years or so). And as I noticed he is a great tattoo artist. Autodidact, or self thought to be plain. Here is the link of his Instagram page.

While he practiced he drew an illustration that fascinated me. At end I purchased it. I instantly new it that was the face of my witch. Here is how it looks like.

Pretty neat huh? That was the missing link. This face placed me in a writing frenzy.

If you have any similar story of being inspired in an interesting way please feel free to share it.

I will cut the long shadows in two parts for ease of reading. Hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

#writers on tumblr #writing #my writing #writers #excerpt from a book i'll never write #rabbit #horror story #horror #short story #christmas #tattoo #tattoos #inspiration #fantasy

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Cthulhu’s depression 2

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Geralt of Rivia as "Toss a coin to your witcher" is played for the hundredth time.

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The idea behind winter rabbit. It started all one winter evening. I chatted with a group of friends. One of them being an illustrator other being a graphical designer.

The designer talked about grotesque side of nature. The phenomenon called the rat king. When a nest of rats get their tails entangled they die as a squirming, squeaking ball of flesh.

The illustrator at that time worked a series of illustration about a rabbit. He practiced consistency in drawing a same character. While at it he researched rabbit breeds and found the biggest one there is. Flemish giant rabbit.

One and two added up. The area I stayed up looked like this.

Original photo

Being cold and a little tipsy I wanted to write a story about it. Little did I know at the time that the story would be one of my favourites when it got finished.

I used the winter rabbit in another short story called Long Shadows. This is my first character that got repeated in a whole new story. Naturally it deserved a name. The credit of this unholy christening goes to my girlfriend. She read the paragraph when the rabbit reappeared all blood stained and covered in gore. Her first reaction was... "Ketchup?". And henceforth he became Ketchup the winter rabbit.

Tell me of your stories of character creation? Do you plot well rounded characters or you roll with it until you get something dreadfully cute like a blood thirsty sabertooth rabbit Ketchup?

The story Long Shadows (that I will upload eventually) is themed around naming. So it was a perfect place to name Ketchup. I can't wait to introduce him in other stories.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writers #my writing #excerpt from a book i'll never write #horror story #horror #naming #fantasy #rabbit #winter stories #ketchup

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There are some writers who are terrible human beings. However, their work broke free from them. Getting a life of their own.

Does this mean that the words they put on paper weren't their own. But they acted as a vessel of something greater and elder. Guiding their hands to influence the shared consciousness of humanity as a whole.

Ideas are powerful and they never die. Could they be the building blocks of time and space itself?

#hastur #cthulhu #great old ones #writing #patron deity #deep quotes #deep thoughts #horror

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Hastur

Client work, painting some lovecraft goodness

Daniel Kamarudin

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Lovecraft: To look upon Cthulhu is to know madness, a form so ghastly to the human eye that even perception is an impossibility. Internet:

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Good advice for every occasion

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IrenHorrors’ and Abigail Larson’s tributes to gothic writers.