#eldritch horror magnet

[nighthaunting]

thought too hard about MRI machines today and had this come to me in a vision

#MRI machine #memes #thought too hard about the giant magnet machine that is an eldritch horror and my brain spat this nonsense out #to the cadence of 'this is not a place of honor'

[mrcspectr]

THIS IS NOT THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE I CARE TO HAVE, THANK YOU.

#i am a magnet for the weirdest shit and my friends think it is so funny #i wanna be perceived less how do i become an eldritch horror #googles How To Become a Beast in 10 Easy Steps

[eldritchfodlan]

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#fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #eldritch horror #cosmic horror #eldritch #zine promo #pre orders #fanzine #fan merch #magnet #anna fire emblem

[niishi]

nortons whole story is so sad from start to finish tbh... just dealt the worst cards over and over and over no matter what he does or what he tries. not that he handles these situations in a good way or anything, but also that's most likely due to influence outside of his control as well (the Eldritch monster that gave him brain worms) the only good thing that ever happened to him was post mining tragedy, getting a new profession above ground, where he wasn't doomed to die in a dark mine. but then that bitch Orpheus came along and was like "follow me if u wanna be rich" and so Norton does.... and then Orpheus fucking kills him....... that bitch.

#they should kiss #im sad for him tho #his parents died when he was like 8 and he had to work in the mines just to survive #and he works so hard hes his boss' favorite worker bc he works so hard and then #his coworkers hate him for it bc he makes them look bad #but he just wants to escape his fate and not die like everyone else around him #he works in the mines for 20ish yrs and develops black lung #while hes doing this hes taking care of the old dying miners in hospice #and getting information of possible abandoned gold mines so he can have a chance of escaping his life #his coworkers find out and try to steal it out from underneath him #but tbh i think him exploring that mine in the first place was when the eldritch horror attached to him bc after that #he seems extremely conflicted with himself and his choices but also like #so weak minded at this point bc hes so desperate #that hes the perfect one to get infected by this thing #then he blows up his coworker and his already gloomy mood gets severe and unpredictable #hes isolated himself so much at this point that no one even cares to visit him or console him (no one knew he was the culprit) #(but im sure they had their suspicions... but i also feel like them all just dropping it was bc of the eldritch influence too) #the transition of juan romero kinda touches on this stuff but #his bosses allow him to switch his career to prospector and work above ground which was probably the perfect solution for him #he wouldnt be filthy rich but he was studying new magnetic tech and making more money with less laborious work and also above ground #and then his desperation gets taken advantage of once again by some rich twink whos just tricking him for his own gain #nortons scaryness comes from mental illness even before the accident he was always depressed and rude and stand offish #but afterwards it got a lot worse and its obvious hes not fully in control of his own brain... #idv isnt very tactful when it comes to representing mental illness in any aspect(its usually used as a horror angle) but im pretty sure they #were going for DID with an “evil alter”... i dont subscribe to that redundant thinking but im just analyzing the intent of the authors and #his character #theres often times other survs will be like “hes got that scary look in his eyes rn just leave him alone... talk to him later when hes not #being a creep“ and you can tell in his responses to stuff that hes trying to keep ppl at bay bc he knows hes dangerous in ways that are #beyond his control... like when ppl tell them they love him he's very much like “no you dont and if u did you'd be stupid to pursue that.” #and hes usually rlly mean in those responses but will qualify it at the end like “i appreciate your nice words but youre better off”

[rayshippouuchiha]

Idk if anyone has recommended the Sass and Win series by AlligatorEyes (KHR Canon divergence)

Which is fair bc it's wild and on occasion a bit heavy topic wise so minding the tags is highly recommended

But it's also an Absolute Blast bc it's my favorite brand of OC transmigrated into the story and proceeds to make shit go off kilter (a la Glass Marionette)

The Sass is strong w this one.

(Sawada Inari has been through a lot of weird shit in his life. Some may even argue that he himself magnetically attracts weird shit to him. He can’t really argue against that assessment what with him being a transmigrator who took a wrong turn out of his own Eldritch horror story and fell head first into his twin brothers coming-of-age magical boy story.)

(Poor fuckin Dino ends up so traumatized. Poor fuckin Reborn.)

!!!!

#RayRambles #KHR #Fic Rec

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

Mechs Ships Tournament: Shipping Round 1 Poll 30

Propaganda:

Void/Azathoth:

let the eldritch horrors be cute!

okay listen i think the people would like this if they only knew…

Raphaella/Walls Of Hell:

I played Raphi in a one shot we did where we were the Mechanisms but in hell. There was a sign that said “Don’t flirt with the walls.” I flirted with the walls. Pickup lines included “Are you anaerobic respiration? Because when I’m with you, you take my breath away.”, “I’m glad there aren’t any magnets nearby because you’re so attractive.”, and “If you wanted me to eat me out so much, you could have just asked.” (The Walls made dinner for Raphi, the food was made out of the Walls). The Walls have a different partner, who made them decide between said partner and Raphi. Raphi said to stay with the partner and that she would visit. The Walls asked when she’d visit. She said whenever they called. Before she left, she kissed the walls.

Hi Tim already submitted this and apparently they forgot to mention that the walls were sentient 👍

from our D&D campaign in which the person who played Raphi decided to see what happened when she didn't listen to the sign saying "do not flirt with the walls". Raphi started using pickup lines on the walls which became excited and flirted back. They made a room for her which she went into and the walls invited her to Thanksgiving dinner (the walls are only occasionally allowed to look at Earth, so the only time they've seen food being eaten is at a Thanksgiving dinner).

#Mechs ships tournament #the mechs #the mechanisms #shipping round 1 #tournament poll #spumblr #raphaella la cognizi

[late-to-the-party-81]

Beautiful Chaos

AN: So this was supposed to be a drabble, based on a gif that Alice the menace sent me, but I had a thot and it spiralled into this modern fantasy AU! I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by the menace herself, @flordeamatista

Dividers by @firefly-graphicsgraphics

Moodboard by me, but the wonderful edit of Andy by @jen-with-a-pen, who was brilliant at realising my vision.

Masterlist

Relationship: Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae Plus-sized reader

Word Count: 5k

CW: Soft Dark Andy Barber, very mild horror aspects, kidnapping, consensual smut (inc mild blood play, tentacles, triple penetration in one hole, rough sex, dacryphilia, blacking out during sex) mild angst.

As soon as you’d walked into this town, your Fae senses had told you that staying was a bad idea, that an Eldritch creature had already made its home here. It would be dangerous to stay, even for a few days; if you could sense them, they could sense you, but you were never one for being sensible. Your heart was too big for that. If an Eldritch was here, it would be using its influence for chaos and evil. You almost felt beholden to make a difference, to exert some of your own influence to balance it all out.

 So you stayed. 

You really shouldn't have done, but you did.

It didn’t take long for you and the creature to find each other. It was an inevitability, your aura’s calling to the other, like opposing magnetic poles. You were intrigued by them, wondering what form they would take, and how they would carry out their machinations. 

The Eldritch had appeared shortly after the dawn of man, born of their fears, their nightmares. The things that stalked them in the shadows and through the dream worlds. Full of arrogance they called themselves the Elder Gods, although to be fair, they were some of the first beings to be worshipped as such.

 But the Fae were older. Much older. 

They were well established as a race when apes had started to walk upright and clothe themselves. The Fae had watched in wonderment as this new species took its first steps towards full sentience, and with that, the building of a cooperative society.

However, as such a primitive species, they were wary of anything that looked different, and worried that, like the creatures of the dark they had willed into being, the Fae would try to hurt them. It was then that your people had developed the skill of glamour, to hide your true selves and to appear as a mortal. They had realised that this new race was susceptible to suggestion, and that the Eldritch were using this fact to sow chaos. It was therefore decided that the Fae would work to redress the balance. Using their glamour they could get close to the humans and ‘nudge’ them back towards kindness.

The nightmare creatures adjusted their tack though, observing the Fae and learning how to glamour themselves, which allowed them to wreak further havoc, being able to influence the mortals without driving them mad. At least until they revealed themselves once they had got what they wanted.

So you cloaked yourself, suppressing your natural golden glow and hiding your wings to appear as a normal primary school teacher; all honeysuckle smiles and encouraging words. Someone that others would gravitate to, listen to, give respect to. Who could get involved without comment in almost every social event in this small town’s calendar. You could exert your influence to encourage kindness in lots of different people, from the students you taught, all the way up to the elderly general store-keeper, who would be called ‘curmudgeonly’ at best. 

You met your counterpart on your third night, as you took yourself to the only bar in town. You’d gone pretty early - it wouldn't be the done thing for the new teacher to be seen cavorting with the town’s miscreants, or even just the town gentlemen. You didn’t want to alienate anyone, but you needed to familiarise yourself with everywhere your skills may be of use.

As soon as you walked in, you were aware of them. You could feel their murky green aura, and hear the otherworldly screams of the insane that swirled around them. Your head turned and there they were, looking back at you. Sitting right at the bar, front and centre, for all to see, but of course, the mortals around you could only see the glamour. 

You had to admit, you were impressed. The creature was male (as much as the Eldritch actually had genders) and the form he had taken was, well, extremely attractive. Tall, broad, but fit and lean. Brown hair, thick and tamed, covered his head, with a matching, and equally as thick beard, framing his jaw. Eyes the blue-green of the ocean, inviting you to dive into their depths. You felt your wings beat as your heart rate increased, and were glad they were hidden from the eyes of those around you.

The creature smiled and gestured to the empty bar stool beside him, an invitation from one professional to another. You sat, carefully, smoothing the light skirt of your dress over your generous thighs, grateful that it reached almost to your knees. You had pantyhose on underneath, and even that thin layer felt like extra protection from the brazen gaze of the creature.

He held out his hand, his palm as broad as the rest of him, his fingers long and tapered. You hesitated for a moment. You’d never been this close to an Eldritch before, and although you knew you wouldn’t burst into flames just from touching him, you still had a sense of trepidation. When you finally did place your hand in his, you felt how soft his skin was. Whatever he did here, in his guise, it wasn’t manual.

“Welcome, little Fae. And what brings you to this backwards, podunk town?”

“My nature, I suppose. My calling.” You gave a small, delicate shrug. “The same thing that brought you here, I reckon, even if our natures are opposite to each other…?” You let the end of your sentence hang so he could tell you how he wanted to be addressed.

“Call me Andy. That’s what I go by here. I’m the town lawyer.”

You couldn’t hold back your snort of laughter.

“A lawyer, really? I suppose, if you are wanting to spread chaos and evil, you couldn’t really pick a better cover.”

“And you picked a school teacher.”

You inclined your head in acknowledgement.

“Touché.”

You turned to the bar and ordered a drink, although just a club soda, as you knew you ought to keep a clear head. You had a brief conversation with the barman as he filled your glass and you handed over some cash, telling him to keep the change, and you knew that Andy was watching the interaction with interest. 

When your server moved to the other end of the bar to deal with another patron, Andy leaned in closer, and suddenly his cordial demeanor disappeared.

“Now, Fae, as lovely as this has been… as lovely”, his eyes roved over you, obvious and unabashed, “as you are, I am telling you now, to leave. Leave this town. Find yourself another cosy little place. This town is mine. It’s not for the likes of you with your golden glow and your kindness.”

His tone was menacing, obviously trying to frighten you away. However, you were stubborn, it was what had made you stay in the first place, and you didn’t frighten easily.

“No.” 

You looked him dead in the eye, and could see the swirling green mists of his true self within them.

“Excuse me?” 

He looked shocked, as though he wasn’t used to anyone, mortal or otherwise, questioning him.

“I don’t want to. I like it here. Feel like I could really make a difference.”

He scowled and grabbed his beer bottle, tossing back the last of it, before standing up. Then, without warning he gripped your chin, squishing your mouth and cheeks. You struggled to stay still. You didn’t want to create a scene - it could backfire on you big time.

“I don’t really give a shit what you want. Get out of my town, Fae. It would be better for both of us if you did.”

He let you go with a shove and you watched him stalk out as you circled your jaw to lessen the ache, before taking a gulp of your drink, letting the cool liquid sooth you.

After such an introduction, any of your brethren would tell you to heed the warning, go somewhere where it would be easier to work your magic, without someone from the otherside actively working in the opposite direction.

 But where would be the challenge in that?

You started small. Small was always easy and tended to have the longest lasting impacts. 

A kind word here, a small, inconsequential favour there. If only humans understood how just being nice, being respectful to their fellows could change the world for good. It also seemed to help that you and Andy had different target demographics. 

It wasn’t difficult to spot his involvement when it was revealed that the town sheriff, a man who had held the position for years, was discovered to be not only corrupt, but also a pervert, stalking and grooming the young townswomen who’d known him for years. And when he’d been led in cuffs from the station to the car of the state troopers, he’d broken, screaming incoherently about the nightmares that would come to take everyone.  As the only lawyer available Andy accompanied him, returning a few days later, shaking his head and talking about how sad it was that a man like the sheriff had obviously lost his mind.

You tried your best to avoid him, but there were obviously occasions when you bumped into each other. The tension when you did was palpable , and you knew it wasn’t just your own. From the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, you knew he felt it too. You tried to convince yourself that it was natural to feel on edge when you were in close proximity to your opposite, but, deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just his glamour either. It was obviously helpful to him that his exterior was extremely easy on the eye, but where you were concerned, that wasn’t the whole picture. 

No, you could also see his mysterious, swirling aura, and when you were close enough you swore you could feel the touch of his chaos stroking over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending a shiver through you. It shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was; you shouldn’t like the feel of it, but you did. Maybe it was because you’d been shielded from danger most of your life? Like a child who is told not to touch something hot or sharp, but reaches out for it anyway; the curiosity is too much to ignore. 

And it was therefore your downfall.

The end of summer arrived and in celebration the town had organised a big community cook-out. All the men had dragged their grills out to the field on the edge of town, bordered on one side by the river and on another by the woods. All large community events happened there; the 4th of July picnic and fireworks, the mid-summer fun fair, the kids Easter egg hunt, and there was a buzz in the air as you approached, carrying a pair of apple pies to add to the dessert table. You hadn’t made them yourself - mortals consuming fae food was never a good idea - but you had gone to the best bakery in town, and it was the thought that counted, right?

Once you had deposited them with ladies from the church, who had designated themselves the keepers of dessert, you flitted from group to group.  You helped some of the moms organise games for the younger kids, then talked to a few of your co-workers about the upcoming start of the school year, before taking a turn to help dish out the fixings; you hadn’t made them so it was okay. However, most of all you were both keeping away from, and keeping an eye on Andy. A few times your gazes had locked and once he’d even raised his beer bottle to you in silent salute. Or was it a challenge? You couldn’t be sure. 

You wondered if he would try something here; Unleash his chaotic influence on the crowd? 

You hoped not. 

Eventually, though, Andy and his machinations were pushed to the back of your mind, as you laughed and joked and played with your neighbours. You couldn’t help but use your own influence, a kind word here, a suggestion to assist someone else there. You could feel the golden waves of love and joy spreading throughout the crowd, and you felt buoyed by it.

However, as the sun started to set, it happened. It was only a small disruption, a little bit of malicious chaos, but you realised later it was only meant to have one major effect. To disorientate you and separate you from everyone else. You had to admit that Andy picked his targets well. 

Sudden shouting and banging, accompanied by bright lights had you turning. A group of young males, highschoolers caught between boyhood and manhood, had somehow gotten hold of some fireworks and decided to let them off. The gunpowder driven projectiles flew in all directions, and everyone ran for cover, women screaming and children crying. You ducked down, running to the tree line at the edge of the woods,  and hid behind a sturdy trunk, catching your breath. That, however, was when Andy revealed his plan.

A large hand came across your mouth, stifling any noise you might make, whilst his opposite arm wrapped around your soft waist and he hauled you up, using his otherworldly strength to drag you deeper into the woods. You kicked your heels against his shins, but he seemed impervious to it. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

You weren’t sure how long Andy carried you through the forest. It was probably for only a few minutes, but it felt like a life-time, as you struggled ineffectually against his hold. Even your wings couldn’t help you, pinned as they were between your back and his firm chest. 

Eventually though, he came to a halt and thrust you away, dragging a hand down his face and over his beard as he watched you fall to the ground, amongst the brush and leaf litter. You could barely see, the remaining sunlight almost entirely blocked out by the canopy of the trees, so you dropped your glamour. Your skin began to glow with a golden light and your wings became visible, shining with a spectrum of colours.

For a moment, Andy seemed to be taken aback, as he took in your true form, but he collected himself quickly, his features schooling themselves into a dark scowl.

“I told you to leave.”

You picked yourself up from the ground, brushing clods of soil and other detritus off your dress, and pulled yourself up to your full height. It wasn’t very impressive against Andy’s towering stature, but it was all you could do.

“And I said I didn’t want to.”

He moved suddenly and swiftly, closing in on you and making you step back until the trunk of a nearby tree halted your progress. He followed you as you retreated, caging you in as he pressed his palms against the bark either side of your head. His features were lit up by your glow, and the green swirls of chaos were visible once again in his eyes.

“It would have been better for both of us if you had listened. We shouldn’t be in this close proximity to each other.”

You scoffed.

“Says the man who dragged me into the forest, and now has me pinned up against a tree. If you don’t want to be close to me, let me go.”

His eyes narrowed and you saw a flash of some emotion you couldn’t place. His right hand dropped and he brushed his knuckles down your cheek, a gesture far more gentle and tender than you would’ve expected from him. Unexpected shivers ran down your spine and your eyes went wide.

“You misunderstand, little Fae. I said we shouldn’t, not that I didn’t want to be.”

In that moment you placed the emotion he’d shown. 

Lust. 

Pure and simple.

You only had time to gasp in a breath before he cupped your face with his right hand and captured your lips in a punishing kiss. Now, you weren’t innocent; you’d had a few dalliances with other Fae over the centuries, and even the odd mortal here and there, but from the moment he touched you, you knew that he would be a lover unlike any other, be that for good or ill. 

You immediately felt as though he was devouring you, burning you up in his chaotic fire. 

Before you even realised it, you were clinging to him, returning his kiss with the same ardour. His other hand came down, gripping your waist and holding you in place, as he pressed the full length of his body against you. An involuntary whine spilt from your lips as he dragged his own from you, but he continued to trail kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You are driving me insane, Fae. Do you know how ridiculous that is? I haven’t been able to fulfil my true nature since your arrival. All my attempts have been feeble and washed out. My mind has been full of you. Wanting to claim you, even in your glamoured state.”

His nose rubbed up the column of your throat, inhaling your scent deeply.

“But now! Now I have seen your true form, I can never let you go. You are mine, little fairy. Mine to feast upon. Your corruption will be my greatest achievement.”

You should be scared by his speech, horrified at the prospect, but you were too far gone. Your wings started to beat, raising your body up so your faces were level, so you could wrap your legs around his narrow waist. His fingers dug into your flesh, and despite his own glamour still being in place you could feel his talons pricking your skin. A strange feeling flowed over your thighs and tightened around your middle, and you knew it was his tentacles, hidden but still binding you to him.

“Andy!” His name tripped from your tongue like a prayer.

You dragged his face back to yours, wanting nothing more than to drown in your combined passion, consequences be damned. Then your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric apart and rubbing your hands over the soft chest hair of his mortal disguise. Your hips bucked as he nipped at your bottom lip, his sharp Eldritch teeth cutting you slightly. His tongue lapped over the small wound, tasting you, and he moaned. The sound made your head spin, the thought that he was as intoxicated with you as you were with him pushing the last vestiges of reason from your mind.

Although you couldn’t see it, you felt one of his tentacles moving higher up your thigh, closer and closer to your panties, now wet with your arousal. The tip of it brushed across the sodden fabric, rubbing over your clit and you whined. The movement repeated, the barest twitch of the supple appendage, and sparks flew across your vision. Your own sharp claws dug into his flesh, an untamed part of you coming to the fore. You let go of him and struggled with the buttons down the front of your dress, eventually just tearing at them.The fabric was too restricting, getting in the way of the feel of his flesh against your own.

As your skin was bared to him, Andy’s lips travelled across the swell of your breasts, sucking your flesh and raising marks, before sucking at your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra. The ache between your thighs was almost painful, your arousal reaching new heights. 

You were desperate for more. Anything more. 

Then more came, in the feeling of your panties being ripped away, the flimsy cotton no match for Andy’s tentacles. They coiled higher and tighter around your thighs and you cried out as you felt them sliding between your folds. Your head fell back against the tree with a thud.

“Andy! By the light!”

“Yes, my darling Fae. Feel me.”

Through hooded lids you could see his skin taken on a green tinge as his glamour started to slip. His teeth looked sharper, and his muscles even more defined, but your observation of him came to a halt as one of his tentacles started to push its way inside your aching pussy.  You let out an animalistic cry as he filled and stretched you. Your fingers curled, your talons breaking Andy’s skin causing 8 tiny spots of green blood to well to the surface.

Andy sighed in satisfaction, pumping into you while his hands roamed your body, igniting fires over your skin.

“More. I need more,”

He chuckled, his lips curving against you skin.

“A greedy little thing, aren’t you. But you want more? I can give you more….” A second tentacle joined the first, pulsing inside you, and stretching you even further. There were more brushes over your engorged clit and you felt yourself on the precipice of something hereto unknown.

“No, no, no. I need you.”

“But you have me, Fae. You currently have more of me than any other creature has in centuries.” 

His tentacles squirmed inside you and you shifted, clenching down on them and letting out another pathetic needy noise. You still needed more. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and there was an incessant buzzing inside your skull.

“I… I…” 

Words floated away. Only the burning need remained. A singular tear broke free from your lashes and rolled down your cheek, only to be caught up by Andy’s tongue, long and forked.

“Oh, you are so delicious. And don’t worry. I know what you need. I can give it to you.”

When and how he’d released his pants, you were unsure, but your brain didn’t care about the logistics. Maybe they were part of his glamour, as he didn’t really have legs, and therefore never existed at all? But despite how full you felt in your core, it was nothing as Andy began to push his cock inside of you, his tentacles holding your weeping pussing open for him without leaving it.

More tears of pleasure flowed down your face, each and every one lapped up by your otherworldly lover, your hips bucking as you accommodated all he had to give you inside of your body.

“Andy! Fuck!

You felt pinned like a butterfly, your own wings beating just as ineffectually, as he bottomed out inside you. Then, as his other tentacles gripped your waist he began to thrust up into you.

“There you go, fairy. Take it. Take it all.”

All you could do was hold on, your claws shredding the fabric of his shirt and scratching up his shoulders, as he bounced you on his cock and tentacles. Your plump thighs were locked around his waist, and your lips were pressed to his, a messy kiss of tongues and two pairs of sharp teeth. 

Andy’s glamour was slipping even more; you could see the green appendages around your waist, and his skin had almost entirely lost its mortal hue. You should be scared. Why weren’t you scared? Why did you find him terrifyingly beautiful?

“I want to see you.” You mumbled your entreaty against his lips as you nipped at each other.

“‘S not a good idea, Fae. It could drive you mad.”

“You already make me crazy. Please.”

You rocked your hips and gave yourself over to the feeling of fullness, the caress of your clit and breasts, all the sensations he was wreaking on your body criss-crossing and overlapping until all you could do was feel. You knew your orgasm was approaching, the darts of pleasure shooting through you gaining in intensity. Your glow increased, brightening the woods around you.

“Please, please please.” You whispered against his mouth, kissing up the stray droplets of blood. 

His. Yours. You could no longer tell. You were one being.

You felt it then. A shift in Andy’s aura. The last vestiges of his glamour falling away and you forced your eyes open and drew your head back to look at him in his true form.

Your already dizzy mind spun more, your eyes trying to make sense of the visage before you. Saliva and blood dripped from his fangs as he smiled, terrifyingly wide. His eyes were dark green voids, leading you down. Down into the abyss.

“Ssseee me asss I am, Fae.”

You screamed as you came, light bursting forth from you, before the world went blessedly dark.

It was fully night when you woke up some hours later. You blinked your eyes open, taking in the shafts of moonlight that made their way through the tree branches above you. Your hands curled in the grass beneath you and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. A flash of discomfort arced through your core and you winced. You increased your glow to see that your dress hung in tatters around your body, your bared flesh covered in cuts and marks. You were also alone.

What had you done?

You, a fae, had lain with an Eldritch, a creature of nightmare and madness. It went against the natural order of things, and could never happen again.

You bit your lip to stifle your gasps as you rose to your feet, and you couldn’t even be bothered to put your glamour back on as you carefully limped home.

Home.

Not anymore. You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t be in this town and around Andy and keep your distance.

A bubble of sardonic laughter escaped your throat.

Andy had won. He’d convinced you, finally, to leave.

12 months later

You hummed as you bustled around the kitchen of your new home, sorting out the best places for all the items.  

You’d tried to put the past behind you, move on, but over the last year you hadn’t been able to settle. Some force was keeping you moving, driving you to move to different places.Staying still would be the worst thing. You knew it, down to your bones. This place would do though, at least for a few months until the itch to move on got too much to ignore.

You’d seen a few of your own kind over the last year, but the looks they’d given you let you know that they knew what you’d done and that they didn’t approve. It was a lonely, nomadic life for you now.

A bark of laughter sounded from the other room, pulling you out of your doldrums and you grinned as you went to find your new roommate. At least you had her to keep you company. You knew she would go where you went.

Growing up you’d heard of sprites, mischievous spirits that seemed to straddle both chaos and kindness. Almost fae, but not quite. They’d always been talked about in hushed whispers though, and you’d never met one until six months ago. You’d recognised her for what she was immediately. A shock of green hair, tiny, vestigial wings that were more a barometer for her emotions than anything else, and a propensity to get into trouble at the drop of a hat and then disarm you with a smile.

And when you’d seen her, you understood the whispers, and why those like her were so rare.

“Mama!”

Two chubby arms raised up and reached for you. 

Fae gestation was far quicker than mortals, and infant development just as rapid, so your daughter had the look of a two year old human about her, despite only being half a year old. She was too young to hold her own glamour, so you’d had to dye her hair dark brown to cover her natural green, and luckily her tiny wings were easily hidden with a coat. Hopefully by the time next spring rolled around she would have enough control to hide them herself. The only major issue at the moment was her propensity to get into trouble, and the way she subconsciously influenced those around her. 

And how when she smiled she revealed two rows of sharp pointed teeth. You had to admit, she was the main reason you kept moving.

You scooped your daughter up into your arms with a laugh.

“Hey, Butterfly! How’re you doing?”

She leant forward and blew a raspberry into your neck, making you both giggle.

As hard as it had been to accept you were pregnant and then ostracised from Fae society, you were comforted by the fact that you weren’t the only one to have fallen. The existence of sprites proved it. Others had coupled with Eldritch before you; you weren’t some kind of freak.

“Mama! Door!”

Your little menace pointed towards the oak wood and you looked between it and her, confused for a moment until a knock sounded. Trepidation lanced through you before you brushed it away. Surely it was only one of your new neighbours welcoming you with small town pleasantries. With your baby on your hip you walked open and pulled open the door.

Your smile you had ready on your face froze. You froze.

“Dada!” 

Your daughter leant forward from your grip, arms reaching and Andy plucked her from your grasp.

“Hey, Sprite. Good to meet you.” He dropped a kiss onto her dimpled cheek and she giggled, before he turned his attention to you.

“And hello to you, Fae. I think we have some things to discuss.”

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#andy barber x reader #andy barber x plus size reader #andy barber x you #eldritch #eldritch andy barber #fae reader #modern fantasy #late writes

[tideswept]

Making Of Monday (TMA/SW + Obikin)

A look into the writing process - “how it’s made” for fics (for more on what it means see this post here)

So this first MOM is an interesting one! It's for and inspired by @sweet-cynic during our meandering conversations about horror and eldritch things and TMA and Obikin and of course they all fused and it's like, yeah, we're doing this baby!

Granted, that's not normally how the process goes for me. I'm usually a solitary kind of writer. But it's good to talk with people! Throw silly ideas at each other. Sometimes one of them sticks. Like a magnetized bowling ball.

In this case the catnip quotent is high. I don't want to divulge too much ahead of time (even though I've gushed to way too many people about it already lol) but there's a fascinating element of inherent otherness to Anakin that I love to see explored, and this is a good fic to play around with that.

And Obi-Wan, good god, Obi-Wan, canon-wise and in this fic--he's handed this walking nuclear bomb and he still only sees Anakin (always only eyes for Anakin) to the point that he doesn't see other things as clearly. Things that alarm others.

Did I mention we're flirting with horror? We're flirting with horror. ;)

Horror is... hm. Honestly? I never thought I'd vibe so hard with writing horror. But there's something fascinating about it that I find exposes characters in ways that are fascinating. So I like to, if it's feasible, Put the Blorbos in Situations and then sit back and watch what happens. But it has to be the right idea. I do think Star Wars has some intrinsic elements that make it horror-friendly, but it's certainly not usually the focus and therefore, I like to tread carefully, wait until the perfect reason comes along, rather than manufacturing one. (Good on writers who can do this! alas, I am weak.)

So. Idea. Where does it go from there? It goes to "I don't know what I'm doing but the vibe is right, LET'S GO" and I zoom over to Google Drive. (I know, I know, there are better programs out there, but I'm just... so used to it.) I try to keep the main page of Drive neat, with only the things I'm actively working on being listed. Which, yeah, sometimes can mean up to 5 WIPs, but once I hit that number of active WIPs I put the pause on everything until something clears out, like a queue. Otherwise it really starts to feel... oppressive.

And writing can be difficult for a lot of reasons, but it should never feel oppressive. It should bring joy even when you're clenching your teeth and muttering darkly about characters being assholes and not doing what you want, or having to rewrite entire scenes because they don't work anymore.

Actually, I have a confession; I used to never edit. Like. Ever. It bored me. My brain would say, scene done, moving on, there's no looking back. And honestly that was fine for how I felt at the time. But I'm glad I've learned to edit, to line edit, to accept with begrudging grace that oftentimes I do have to kill my darlings.

It's for the better. Even though I was kicking and screaming about it like a baby for the longest time.

(Maturity? Don't know her.)

#making of monday

[m0ldych33se]

drew hinata and yamaguchi from my tma x haikyuu crossover fic! this is a very specific and potentially small demographic i am aiming for, so if you happen to be the target audience, congratulations and enjoy!

it's a gen fic with more focus on the story/horror elements of tma based loosely on haikyuu/the haikyuu timeskip, featuring archivist yamaguchi, archival assistant first years, and accidental-eldritch-horror-magnet hinata.

warning for tma canon-typical spookery!

it's The Karasuno Archives on AO3! link here:

#the magnus archives #haikyuu #fanfic #fanart #crossover #hinata shoyo #yamaguchi tadashi #ur fave is an eldritch horror #tma au #haikyuu au

[fouralignments]

A thought occurred. Erik can use magnetism to loke increase his strength and speed. Now I'm wondering if Metalbender Peter learned how to do that. Would Peter be able to go even faster than he already is?

Curse spellcheck with "Loke"

The Electromagnetism forces is one of the fundamental forces of the universe and in physics, its the force between all particles and interactions of atoms and molecules.

So um, yes with a bit of a creative license in writing, I think a metalbender! Peter every much could!

Actually, one of my problems that I've been having my writing with all my research, I've been doing, its truly god-like powers and I've described as Eldritch cosmic horror. I know at the very end what the height of Peter's and Erik's powers are, but now I need to reverse engineer the smaller steps toward that build up with other applications of said power.

#ask 4align #peter maximoff #dadneto #erik lehnsherr #magneto #quickson #metalbender! Peter Maximoff

[sparky-is-spiders]

More of my TMA Somewhere Else is Dredge AU. Mostly just random stuff that isn’t enough to make a whole post all on its own. There’s no order to these btw it’s literally just whatever came to mind. (Also Jon uses any/all pronouns because I like projecting)

- Jon takes statements from people in the Dredgeverse. Back before she accepted the Greater Marrow angler job offer these were always encounters with the fears as they slowly sank their teeth into this new world, but once she moved she found that encounters with the fears were much, much rarer. Statements about the sea are still filling, however. Plenty of terror and new information to be found there.

- Jon really likes chatting with the traveling merchant. She’s seen a lot, so it’s a good way for him to learn about this world. He doesn’t want to take a statement from her (he’s sure she has many, but she might be the closest thing he has to a friend here (he doesn’t even know her name) and it would be a massive pain to constantly be going back and fourth between Greater Marrow and the other four regions). Her stories usually just contain enough scraps of information (and sometimes fear) that they can serve as a very light snack.

- Sometimes aberrations are the only things they catch in a day. Sometimes Jon will see dark shapes in the water, to big and malformed to be any of the regular fish native to the area. Sometimes they are out on the water, alone, and something is watching them. He Knows it is not Beholding.

- Jon thinks that the Eye would tell them the quickest route back to where they came from, would tell them exactly how to navigate to avoid monsters and dangerous storms. They know they could leave but they don't think they will. They need to stay. They need to know.

- Jon spends AGES trying to figure out what’s so special about the dark stone pillars. When she realizes that they grant her visions (but only if she’s frightened enough) she decides to visit all of them (at night, when the fog is thick and the fear is strongest).

- After getting a camera from the photographer, Jon tries to get pictures of the monsters. She nearly gets her boat sunk about a hundred times in the process, but finds that the benefits of being able to study them from multiple angles for as long as she wants outweighs the terror and cost of repairs.

- Got a LOT of thoughts about how the collector could play into this tbh. I don’t want to get into specifics for spoiler reasons but I can give some general thoughts:

Dude's just some guy who wanted cursed relics. Met Jon and instantly went: "They look like a magnet for The Horrors" and decided to hire them on the spot.

Dude is Elias. I feel like Elias wouldn't have too much trouble fitting into the role, and I like him well enough to actually want to include him in this au. That being said, I don't know if my grasp of the character is solid enough for me to explore the idea, and I like the idea of Jon, whose only remaining connection is the eldritch fear god they serve, having nobody and nothing in the already lonely and isolating world of Dredge.

It's Dredgeverse Jon. The collector is the Jon who was born here, and whose fascination with the sea and the supernatural drew them to this place, where they're sure all the answers they seek lie waiting, just below the surface of the water. Raises all sorts of questions I don't have answers to about who else has versions of themselves living in the Dredgeverse (if any at all) but also fascinates me.

The collector is any/all of these but also a mouthpiece for the entity that lurks in these waters (whether he knows it or not). I think dipping into these ideas any further would cross into spoiler territory, and while I think knowing the full story can really enhance the experience, I also think it's best played blind the first time. If you have the money to drop on it please do check it out, I promise it's so worth it.

Okay these are all my thoughts (for now). I'm sure I'll have more soon. Jon and Dredge both occupy massive portions of my brain all the time. However for now I need to try and get trophies for every regular fish (and possibly also the abberations, might be fun trying to spend a full in-game year just fishing).

#on the one hand I want to spoil some Dredge stuff #on the other hand I don't want to spoil anything just in case someone who sees this post decides to play the game. #I should probably come up with a name for this au #can't think of anything rn tho #anyway now onto the regular tags #tma #tma au #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #dredge #dredge game

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

Choose Yer Own Casventure Part 1

It's 3AM and Dean wakes up suddenly. He rolls over and grabs his phone, and checks his text messages. No response yet from Cas. He presses down on his "Just checking in" text from 5 days ago and then clicks "emphasize" to get Cas's attention.

Cas's phone lights up from the little magnetic holder Sam installed in his truck.

#castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn crack #spn humor

[honourablejester]

Thoughts on Starfinder’s Pact Worlds Setting

So I went back and bought the Pact Worlds sourcebook as well, because the hints of the setting from the Core Rulebook were intriguing. I have not regretted it. There is an awful lot of fun stuff in here. I’m only partway through, but some thoughts so far:

The Sun is fucking cool. Even just the option that the sun is an interactable location in the system is fantastic. The Burning Archipelago is such a cool setting element and idea. I love Verdeon so much, this bubble city given over to horticulture and pleasure gardens in the surface of a star. A giant greenhouse with floating planting platforms, some angled straight into the sun’s burning light for extreme heat-thriving plants, and others angled outward into space for more shade-loving plants. Beautiful pleasure gardens, again, hanging inside a star. It’s fantastic.

Also, continuing the theme of solar horticulture, the NatuReal corporation with its orbital jungle boxes full of plant monsters and incredibly well-protected corporate HQ-slash-company-town in Fireside would make a great villain for an adventure. Investigating the oopsies in the jungle boxes and trying to figure out if there’s a more sinister pattern underlying what’s going dark (or a PC/NPC character who survived one of the ‘going dark’ incidents and wants revenge-slash-answers) could wind up with a party trying to do a heist on a fortified corporate HQ inside a fucking bubble city floating in the sun. Which, let’s be real, would be fun.

(If this has shown up already in an adventure, feel free to tell me!)

Verces is also really fucking cool. It’s not the planet I thought would be as cool as it is, but there’s a lot to work with on Verces. The whole tidally-locked thing, and the wildly diverse landscapes and timescapes that enables, are amazing. The perpetually night Darkside and the viciously sun-seared Fullbright, with the full cyberpunk equator-spanning city-belt in the middle, are a spectacular way to get a lot things going on on the same world. You’ve got full on (genuine, entirely literal) Mad Max, Warlords of Barsoom going on in one corner, cyberpunk terrorist shenanigans in the middle, and then John Carpenter’s The Thing on the other.

My horror-loving heart probably does love the Darkside best, naturally. This frozen evernight wasteland of ice and blood. The artificial lights of mining rigs and industrial platforms looming out of the ice and the darkness. The horrific creatures out on the ice who’ll bind you alive inside their bodies and slowly drain you of blood while you still live. The fucking cenobite monastery of terrifying ascetics who let frostbite eat their limbs so that they can be wired directly and bodily into starship drive systems. Verces’ Darkside is less Hoth, and more The Thing meets Event Horizon meets Hellraiser meets Chronicles of Riddick. I’m vibrating. It’s incredible.

(Sidenote: I’m not sure on the timing here, but is it possible the Starfinder writers were taking some notes from Sunless Sea/Skies? There’s a couple of things on Verces that give me definite Unterzee vibes. Lempro and the intis in particular give me Whither/Codex vibes. There’s a lot of influences apparent in Starfinder, I’m catching pieces of so many of my favourite sci-fi/horror/fantasy canons, so I’m just idly wondering)

The Diaspora may well be my favourite of all the Pact Worlds. If you want space. That full kind of working-class SF, roguish SF, asteroid miners and smugglers flying junkers and the wrecks of derelict starships, the Diaspora is for you. The Expanse, Alien, Event Horizon. Godfall from Sunless Sea. The Millennium Falcon accidentally hiding inside the maw of an asteroid worm. Magnetic Rose. Captain Harlock/Queen Emeraldas. If you want to find strange objects and eldritch mysteries floating silently in space. If you want space pirate outpost-cities hidden in asteroids. If you want starship nomads on mobile trade and repair outposts servicing miners and outlaws. If you want vast mining facilities hanging gently in space. If you want underground slave-liberation movements hiding in the ‘mountains’ (asteroids) away from civilisation. If you want vast ship’s graveyards inexplicably bundled around innocuous points in space. The Diaspora has it all. It’s incredible. I would play a whole game that was just dootling around the Diaspora doing odd jobs and stumbling into horrifying mysteries. If Paizo ever wanted to make a Starfinder video game, set it here. I will play it.

Within the Diaspora, The Hum is so fucking good. Look. Vast fields of wrecked and disabled ships orbiting around a weird anomaly in space that makes them lethal to go near is a trope, it’s a fucking good trope, I love it a whole hell of a lot. A madness inducing anomaly that pulls people in and makes it near-impossible to escape is a fantastic mystery to just put there. Can you do anything with it? Maybe not, not survivably, but it’s an excellent thing to just have be there, a known weirdness and danger to shipping, a piece of the lore of a place.

I also really, really love the Farabarrium. A ratfolk trade and salvage barge made from a salvaged warship that they just took over, there’s vibes of Star Wars Legends in there, but also just … Ysoki are one of my favourite races, and them just operating a stolen/salvaged mobile garage/gas station out of a repurposed dead warship in this backwater area of space does something happy for me.

The fact that the Diaspora has significant quantities of ysoki, dwarves and sarcesians, three species that are rapidly coming to be my favourites, also does not hurt its place in my internal rankings. There’s a lot of just good stuff in the Diaspora. Mystic rivers that flow inexplicably through space. Rat-run flying petrol stations. Vacuum-capable player races with solar wings. Monasteries that are not-so-secretly worshipping Nyarlathotep. Strange wailing insane asylums/prisons that drive people insane and may involve the King in Yellow. Dwarven asteroid-cities. Robot liberation movements. The Diaspora is such a perfect intersection of so many things I like. It wins. It has to win.

But I still have six planets to go, so maybe we’ll see. Heh. This is a very fun setting. Also, I suspect I may be showing my tastes in fiction over here.

#starfinder #ttrpgs #worldbuilding #science fiction #science fantasy #science horror #many references to canons i have loved #the sun verces and the diaspora come out on top so far #aballon is also cool though #let's see what's left

[niishi]

someone on reddit asked what rocks norton's hunter persona, fool's gold, was made out of and everyone is being rlly sassy with them and saying "pyrite obviously" okay nerds. norton's monstersona literally came from a meteorite. a magnetic meteorite. his stones DO NOT look like pyrite. they look like meteorite. like... the stone... that the eldritch horror came from..... ??????????

#norton campbell #fool's gold idv #identity v #i hate when ppl on reddit are not just rude #but stupid AND rude

[lesbibimbap]

Would you rather Magnet with a girl or get lost in paralel world with her and fight eldritch horrors?

Tbh I'm not entirely sure what it means to Magnet with a girl, but I do love myself some eldritch horrors so I'd probably pick that one!

#lesbibimbap asks

[hlootooart]

You know what’s kinda f***ed? How the sun is always associated with good and the moon evil. Even with the gift of modern knowledge and technology, we still do the moon dirty. Sun-based characters are symbols of goodness and positivity and all that jazz while moon/night characters are moody/depressing at best and evil at worst. Yes, the sun gives us light which without we’d be a giant ice ball, and it helps us tell time and provides photosynthesis. It also gives out solar system its orbit and us our seasons.

BUUUUUUT

It’s still a giant ball of swirling gas and flame that it occasionally shoots out randomly. The planets are the remains of its dead family members that it killed as it grew powerful. It puts out death rays that severely affect our health when exposed to them too long, despite being so far away that miles are no sufficient to illustrate that concept. You can’t even look at the dang thing without going blind AND if we were just even a little bit closer to it there’d be untold consequences across the entire globe.

Oh, and when it dies it turns a massive vortex of death so strong that not even light can escape.

(Tell this doesn’t look like an evil eye)

It also roars. Don’t believe me? Listen:

Pretty sure that’d kill us too if it was close enough.

So yeah, the sun is a confirmed Eldritch Horror (someone find that link to that other post too plz). If it were alive, it wouldn’t even be aware of our existence much less care.

(Earth who?)

But you know what’s even scarier?

It’s still very

very

VERY

SMALL (Antares is only the 15th biggest star in the sky.)

The moon on the other hand:

It’s not all that special on its own, as it’s just (possibly) a piece of the Earth that broke off during its formation and just stuck around. No solar winds, gasses, or atmosphere to speak of, even the terms “moonlight” and “moon phases” are misleading as it’s merely reflecting the light of the sun. It doesn’t even have a magnetic field anymore, as its core cooled down a loooong time ago. It’s relatively harmless-- provided it doesn’t crash into the Earth of course.

It’s also ridiculously tiny compared to us

(pictured: babby)

BUUUUUUT

It: protected the planet when it was younger from solar winds with its own magnetic field when it did have one, keeps our rotation from speeding up which also stabilizes our climates and seasons, and creates time as we know it; affects our tides, which plays a major role in ocean life in many ways; gives us light at night which helps all nocturnal life, helped us get our first leg into space with the moon landing,

gave us MOON ROCKS in the form of meteorites,

continues to help us learn about space, and protects the Earth from stray satellites that may otherwise strike it (hence all the craters on its surface).

(battle scars <3)

TL;DR The Sun can f*ck us up without even touching us. Meanwhile The Moon out here taking bullets for us, and how do we repay it? By making Saturday Morning villains based on it.

SMFH.

I LOVE YOU MOON <3

#rant #we do the moon so dirty #the moon is my homie #the sun #the moon