#hp lovecraft inspired

[tofu83]

The Followers:

The mysterious nightclub

"Who are you!?" Adam exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back. "How do you get in?"

The man’s every muscle was delineated beneath the skintight rubbersuits, his eyes were concealed behind black visor, his face was expressionless.

He answered in a masculine, emotionless but somehow familiar voice to Adam. "I am Mike."

Adam was shocked. He and Mike were good friends from high school. Now they were roommates and both juniors in same college. Adam’s major was in Information Engineering but Mike’s was History. Adam was introverted but Mike was extroverted. They were so different but that’s couldn’t influence their friendship.

This guy was obliviously older and muscular than his friend. Yet there were some features similar to Mike. Adam would guess this is Mike’s elder brother if in other situations.

"Mike" kept going toward the kitchen and face the refrigerator.

"Need food." He took out a fish and started to bite it.

"That’s not sashimi!" Adam grab the fish from Mike and throw it to the sink.

"You can’t stop me." Mike said and moved robotically to the sink.

"Buddy, you are freaking me out!" Adam tried to pull him back but Mike turned to face him.

At this moment, Adam saw there were tears from Mike’s eyes.

"You're crying?"

"Hel…"Mike stopped answering and started turning around to the sink.

"Fine!" Adam pulled Mike’s visor down from his eyes.

Mike screamed then hold his own head and yelled, "it’s…it’s….ahhh! Tied me up! Hurry! Away from water! Quick!"

Moments later, Mike’s hands and legs were tied up with towels to a corner of his bed.

"Now you tell me what’s going on! You told me you were out to a nightclub but you come back like this? Wait, are you really Mike?"

"It’s me! I am…errr" Mike was sweating and shaking his head, "damn! That’s not just a nightclub, there are some ancient relics in the basement. And the relics…ah" Mike kept moaning, he seemed to trying to continue the sentence but failed.

"Ok, you relaxed and I call the police or ambulance."

"Nooooo! You can’t do that or there will be more victims!"

"Alright, you relax and calm down. I'll do some quick research to figure out what you experienced."

"Useless."

"Huh?"

Adam suspected Mike smirked evilly for a second, but that might be an illusion.

"Useless, I did research before I went there. Nothing! Just some rumors sounded like jokes."

"You suddenly become normal and calm?"

"'It’s is relaxing! I am still fighting its influence!"

"What is IT?"

"I…I can’t say its name or…" Mike stopped, and face became painfully.

"You will bear pain or panic or something bad, right?"

Mike nodded.

"The only way I can figure out what happened is to go there by myself, right?"

Mike nodded again but tried to force out the voice to say, "don’t…"

"I will do anything to help you. You can’t stop me."

"No, not that." Mike paused and said, "don’t go now, it’s already morning." And he collapsed to sleep.

Adam smiled, he knew Mike would never stop making jokes even he looked like a shit.

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Mike slept all day till next midnight. Adam waked him up.

"Good night! How do you feel now?"

"Good enough!"

"May I untie you now? Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?"

"No! It's night again and I’m afraid it will be back to my mind again! I’m not hungry but a bit thirsty."

"Okay."Adam put a kettle with straw of water by Mike. "Well, I am going."

"Good luck!"

"You don’t stop me?"

"We always can’t stop each other, right?"

Adam gave back a smile and went out.

After Adam closed the front door, Mike smirked and effortlessly tore the towels bound him. He picked up the kettle, stood up, drank all water and threw the kettle away. His expression was blissful, his eyes were soon covered by black visor emerged from nowhere.

"You did a good job." A voice whispered in his mind.

"It’s my honor."

"Receive your reward."

"Thank you, Master." Mike felt the pleasure spreading through all his body and concentrating on his groin. He cum with silent moaning because "Master" didn’t allow him to make noise now.

He felt hungry after his reward was finished. The body was not strong enough. He took the fish from refrigerator and ate it all. The body became even bulkier and was filled with energy.

He needed to be stronger. He was Master’s loyal follower and a guard of the cult. He was proud to trick his friend to go to the club. His master needed more followers.

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Adam felt nervous when walking in the alley. Although he would do anything to help his friend, he was still the guy afraid of social interactions. The feeling of being watched was so strong that he kept looking around to make sure there was no one stalking him. The only thing let him feel not so bad was the neon lights. That made this place a bit like the futuristic city in cyberpunk themed video game.

As being closer to the targeted nightclub, he found the surrounding area becoming even stranger: there were only men in this area and most of them were in good shape, wearing black rubber suits and black visors.

Just like Mike.

"We are same…" a voice whispered and Adam suddenly found that all men in black rubber stared at him. He was almost frightened to fell.

"Don’t be afraid, come…" the voice whispered and Adam was calm down and saw all men were doing their own thing or just walking past. Was it an illusion? He turned around and faced a hunk, who also wear black rubber skintight suits and visor.

The bouncer looked at Adam without saying a word, his blank expression, crewcut hair and stubble face made him seem hard to get close to. Adam was too scared to move but could only look into the mirrored black visor and saw himself looking back. His mirror image was distorted by the ripples created in the center of the glasses. It made him feel strange and dizzy.

"You, pass."the bouncer suddenly said and made Adam a little bit shocked.

"Welcome, brother." the bouncer opened the door and let him in.

He didn’t know why the bouncer called him "brother" but he felt comfortable when he heard that.

"New brother arrives" the bouncer talked to his wrist, looked like talking to somebody through a beeper, and then stood up straight, smiled in bliss. Obviously, he was enjoying his reward.

"Holy shit! What’s that!" Adam was scared by what he saw inside and intended to get out but the front door was locked.

No, he could not run away. He came to find out what happened to Mike and to figure out how to help his buddy. So he turned back to face that "thing".

It was a huge black "egg"hanging on the ceiling and was wrapped in plenty of big black octopus tentacles, all smooth, shining and reflecting neon lights from the environment.

The luster of the egg attracted him to move closer without realizing it. His mirrored image on the egg was clear and thin but it became vaguer and thicker when he moving. The surface of the egg seemed to be made of rubber, and was pulsating rhythmically. Adam also heard a humming noise coming from the egg, he couldn't stop himself from putting his ear to the big egg and listening. The egg was as warm as Adam’s body, and the nerd could swear there was a male moaning inside. Before he reacted, the moaning became speaking…

"Join…"

Adam tried focus on the words disturbed by the white noise, which was also in the egg.

"…you…master…help…"

When Adam heard the keyword, he suddenly realized that he was in a trance, as if he was hypnotized. He was sweating profusely.

He came here to find a way to help his brother, he could not let himself also…Wait! Why did he call Mike brother? He was shocked but even stunned by the mirror image on the egg.

It was Mike smiling back at him!

"We are same…" the voice whispered again.

Adam now found that there are not only one egg but many ones in the night club. Each had a mirrored image of man on surface. He seemed to saw these man before. They probably were those men in the alley because he was sure one of them was the bouncer at the front door.

Then the images of men all morphed into same guy: Adam. But these Adams’ body were sculpted and cladded in black rubber, their hairs were trimmed short, their eyes were blank and they smirked at him.

"Join us, we are brothers, we are same, we are one…."

"No!" Adam screamed in horror and run throughout the club to search the stairs led to the basement. Mike had told him there was something in the basement and that could be the key to the mystery.

Suddenly, a part of wall morphed into a hole and he fell into it, slid down a slide and fell into a puddle of water.

"Fuck!" He struggled to stand up and saw a giant cephalopod creature floating in the midair. This time he was too scared to move or scream.

"Come to me," the creature whispered in the air but it’s loud in Adam’s mind. "My child…."

"No…" Adam turned back subconsciously but found he was no longer in the club!

He was in the street he came through to the club. There was no body, no life, no sound, only himself. He felt panic, lone and cold. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go.

The giant octopus-like creature was still floating on the air and even larger than before. Its whispering became very loud and striking Adam’s mind strongly.

"Come to me, in the water…"

Water came from all directions and flooded the entire street. Just when he thought he was drowning, the scene changed again.

He was standing on the rocky shore of the sea, and the sea that should have been rough was calm. The setting sun was warm and seemed to guide him in the direction: "Sinking into the water. Just like the sun."

"Into the water…" he spoke to himself in unison with the whispers of the creature, and and leapt from the shore.Again he felt like he was drowning but this time he actually lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark space and felt something sliding back and forth on him.

He looked down and found that he was naked and there were many octopus tentacles "stroking" his well-defined body. He was not a sports person, not fat, but his body type was definitely not so good. Admiring his new body and being caressed by the tentacles, he became erect.

"You like it…"the creature whispered.

Yes. Adam thought but he forgot something. What’s that?

"It’s greeting gift for you to fallow my voice."

Adam tried to remember what he forgot but a tentacle grabbed his erected member and started stroking. It felt too good to think.

"Submit to me and you will get more…"

Submit? How…No! What am I thinking? Why I come here?

"You are my child. That’s why you come to me….Just like your brothers…."

Suddenly a tentacle inserted into his virgin back hole, it was so smooth that let him feel no pain but pure pleasure. The tentacle massaged his prostate and made him in the euphoria he never experienced in life. His vision became blur.

Gradually there were well built males appearing one by one, standing in water in front of him.

"Brothers…" he was surprised that he addressed these guys "brothers" and didn’t felt wrong.

They all had well-defined bodies with tentacles massaging their muscles. But the difference between them and Adam is they were all in black rubber suits.

"Join us, submit to master…"

Adam unconsciously walked closer to the group of men and suddenly recognized one of them, remembered something.

"Mike!" He hold Mike’s strong shoulders and shake. "I came to help you!"

But Mike remained blank face, didn’t respond to him.

"You looked younger here! If I took you back, you would be normal again…"

"If you wanted to go back, I can’t stop you" Mike suddenly said, "but I can help you stay."

"What?"

"Don’t you feel so good now?"

Adam felt the tentacle inserted his anus further and those stroking his body and genital became faster. He did actually not move his body yet, he was stilled trapped in the same place by tentacles.

"You will be strong, fearless and positive, all you need is submission"

The tentacles guided Adam’s hand to touch Mike’s body, it’s so hard so manly.

"Join us, be brothers, we share our mind, we improve our physique, we obey master, master help us become better, master is the truth."

Mike’s lips suddenly came close to Adam’s and gave him a deep kiss.

Adam resisted at first because he and Mike were best friends but not gay. However, he gave in very quickly. Good friends hug, good brothers share, they share everything including saliva, so it’s normal to kiss your buddy.

Mike put his tongue into Adam's mouth, and it gradually became longer and thicker, and finally turned into an tentacle.

Adam felt the tentacle from his front and back extended to each other and connected. It’s the moment that every men disappeared, vanished like smoke, including Mike.

His vision became completely dark, could not see any thing but feel tentacles massaging his digestive tract, caressing his muscles, rubbing his face and something sucking his nipples and phallus hungrily.

And the smell. Smell salty, masculinity, freshly. The smell of the ocean and men. He started to imagine a muscular himself surrounded and squeezed by other muscular men. They were brothers, they loved each others, they were each others, they were all embraced by Master’s arms. The tentacles made him very close to climax and the voice of master whispered.

"Submit. My child. Accept your true form. Follow my lead forever."

Adam felt so good, and he finally understood. He came to find a way to help Mike. But in the end, he was the one need help. Thanks, Mike. Thanks for tricking him to grab the black visor. The visor was absorbed in his hand and the journey to the truth began.

Master is the truth. All men are Master’s children. All men should submit. Master will make each man perfect. Each man is equal. They are brothers, follow Master’s lead.

He submitted. Not only body and thought but also spirit and soul.

"Good child. You have your reward."

Adam reached the most fierce but also most pleasurable climax in his life. He roared like a beast, he knew Master would be pleased if he proved his loyalty out loud.

For a second, he saw himself standing among other muscular males, all in skintight rubber suits. They lowered their head to show submission to the Master.

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On the ceiling of the basement under the nightclub, hang several giant rubber eggs. Tentacles massaged and stroked each eggs, slimy and slippery. Moaning sounds could be heard occasionally from the eggs.

One of them was shaking violently. A small vertical crack appeared and plenty of black goo flew out. The crack became bigger and bigger until the egg shell cracked in half. All remained black goo fell on the ground and there was a naked man kneeling on one knee.

The man’s body was muscular and sculpted, his face was with square chin and five o’clock shadow, his hair short and eyes blank. He slowly stood up. The black goo spread from his toes up and formed rubber boots and pants. Some goo shot to his arms and rubber gloves were created.

The man’s head kept down until the goo covered all from his neck down. The skintight rubber bodysuit outlined his perfect body, glimmering under the led neon lights on the walls.

He walked upstairs to the ground floor. There were also giant black rubber eggs, some merely pulsating, some were cracking, and some already broken, but there was only him alone in the room.

The man’s finger touched a cellphone left on the bar table, the cellphone wrapped in black goo immediately.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"I am kidnapped! Help!" The macular man used a faked young man voice answered.

"Do you know where you are? Are you safe?"

"I’m safe, for now. It’s a nightclub…" he gave them the address.

"May I have your name please?"

"I am Adam."

"Okay, sir. Our men will be there in 10 minutes, please be calm."

"Hurry!" And he hang on the phone, or more accurately, disconnected the phone.

Adam stood up straight, smiled. He knew he did well as Master ordered him to do so he could enjoy the pleasure throughout his body. When the police arrived, Master might give him the main reward, the first climax after his rebirth.

The visor form on his blank eyes. He walked out and gave a nod to the bouncer. Mike and the bouncer were assigned as guards of the cult and should be more muscular than other followers. But follower like Adam who could arrive to the front of Master, would be assigned as missionaries. They would be given nice looking face and their body would morphed to the most attractive type according to the objects.

Adam walked through the alley, searched target. He had never been so eager to take the initiative to contact strangers. Thanks to Mike for helping him get to know his master. Now with the support of his new brother and the leadership of his master, he had a clear and new goal in life.

"Thank you, master!" He yelled in mind but made no noise in public when enjoying his first main reward at the entrance of alley in the street.

#rubber #mystery fiction #cosmic horror #hp lovecraft inspired #horror story #muscular male #ai image #18+ content #mind control #tofu83 #rubber men

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: lovecraftian/cosmic

#disclaimer i don't agree with or like the person of hp lovecraft but to make it easier to categorize the sub-genre #but it does also go by cosmic horror as well #horror #horror movies #lovecraftian horror #cosmic horror #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #cinema #horror cinema #horror aesthetic #i used ones that have inspiration or are direct stories #a cure for wellness #the beyond #event horizon #alien #evil dead #dagon #annihilation #re-animator #call of cthulhu #color out of space #the dunwich horror #from beyond #the haunted palace #edgar allan poe title but hp lovecraft story #in the mouth of madness #necronomicon #the resurrected

[ibrithir-was-here]

@penquinlori had the /fantastic/ idea to have Little Nemo from the old comic strip “Little Nemo in Slumberland” could be the son of Mira (my oc adopted daughter of Captain Nemo) and I loooove that! Especially since I was already thinking she could have adventures in Lovecraft’s Dreamlands after getting picked up by The White Ship or something. So her adventures there could make it so that her son is later able to slip into the Dreamlands as well. And he definitely grows up on a heavy diet of stories about his grandfather and mother’s adventures in the seas of Earth and the Dreamlands.

#my art #Mira #my OCs #little nemo #captain Nemo #twenty thousand leagues under the sea #hp lovecraft #the dreamlands #classics #(I will make the classic literary crossover world I so wanted Loeg to be and LXGF has inspired)

[talefoundryshow]

NEW VIDEO!

If there is cosmic horror, there must be something that serves as its opposite…

Join us as we shudder before the beautiful.

#tale foundry #writing community #writing inspiration #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #cosmic horror #biblically accurate angels #biblically accurate angel #lovecraft #lovecraftian #writing horror #horror writing #horror fiction #speculative fiction #weird fiction #hp lovecraft #the nameless city #edmund burke #clarke ashton smith #the city of singing flame #annihilation #jeff vandermeer #Youtube #peter mohrbacher #angelarium #clive barker

[bookofmormonmemes]

God: Hm. I don’t like that tower they’re building down there. We should do something about it. Anyone have ideas?

The premortal spirit of J. R. R. Tolkien:

I actually forgot how obsessed I am with the idea of us as spirit children taking part in God's work from both mortal and non-mortal planes. Hey everybody think about a hyperfeixation/special interest/regular interest you care about. Yeah, you like that thing a lot? You make stuff about it and related it to it now? Hey have you ever considered that maybe you helped Mom and Dad invent it?

Hey Jonald, you like making languages? Yeah, you always have. Hey you, reading this post, you like knitting or crocheting? How about cooking? You probably helped teach our prehistoric ancestors weaving and breadmaking. Like drawing? Rocks? Pretty colors? Probably helped design the mountains and the meadows and the desert flowers. Like chaos and destruction? Volcanos. Australia. What's your favorite historical story? You were probably helping there too. Maybe Heavenly Mother let you press the explosion button for Vesuvius. Maybe you gave a revolutionary soldier the internal pep talk needed to power them through the battle. Maybe you baked the amazing biscuits that my great-great-grandmother fed her starving children while crossing the country with the early Saints.

I am now incorporating into my faith both the content of this ask and the belief that I personally was the spirit who prompted that cat who was supposed to catch vermin on the titanic to jump ship before it left so she could safely give birth to her kittens

#led #I am OBSESSED with this concept!! K I don't know if you were expecting to be getting into this with this very funny message #but we have Gotten Into It #vincent van gogh helped Heavenly Father paint the actual stars. Heavenly Mother gave hp lovecraft approving pats when he infodumped his ide #ideas for the bottom of the ocean #joan of arc helped spiritually inspire the very saints who would later appear to her #Curses. now I'm emotional

[frankenjoly]

early morning prompts: bramcraft + peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them 👉👈

Upon entering the room, Bram closed the door behind him as swiftly and silently as possible, then moved towards the bathtub at the center in a very similar demeanor; waking up Howard might be his objective, but he wanted to do it in a certain way and no other.

Such way was not exactly new and got demonstrated once he was close enough, for the vampire leaned in towards his sleeping partner inside the water, not minding how some strands of his own hair got wet in the process. How could he, when sinking his entire face to wake Lovecraft with kisses wasn’t exactly uncommon and got him even more wet? That time, though, he opted for getting his arms inside the water instead, carefully lifting Howard’s upper body to start leaving soft kisses all over his face with utmost affection.

“My dearest,” He said, still between kisses even after sensing him coming back from the slumber. “would you join me for dinner? Then either to bed or back here.” Both worked for him, since it was more about getting to sleep snuggling together than where they did it.

“Of course.” Bram didn’t have to pull away to notice the smile on Howard’s face, but he did so anyway because he never passed up a chance to take a look at it.

(Also on ao3.)

#bramcraft #bram stoker #hp lovecraft #bsd bram #bsd lovecraft #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #the chokehold these two have on me #(affectionate) #tyyy #not as directly based on art than my previous bramcraft + the bathub but #inspired anyway

[mattsmemes]

#meme #mattsmemes #memes that make you go hmmm #cat #cat memes #cthulhu #cthuhlu #cthulhu mythos #elder god #elder gods #shadows #cthulu #5th dimension #hp lovecraft #lovecraft #lovecraftian #lovecraft inspired

[ask-cthulhu-mythos-au]

All my art so far in 2024

ive decided to start signing my art, pero it's not like anyone wants to steal it, it's just good to have it there, ¿Sabes?

Two things I should note

If anyone remembers my art when I introduced Cami being one the Spiders of Leng, She's now in the same relationship as the og spider (Kai) and the Moon Girl (Lunar), along with a new guy who's also a Spider (Onyx)

i have art of Kai, but until I finish Lunar and Onyx, I won't post it

Lunar x Kai x Cami x Onyx

TWO:

• Im gonna be more open with fandoms that I draw, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna leave the Cthulhu Mythos behind.

#cthulhu mythos #cosmic horror #lovecraftian horror #lovecraft #hp lovecraft #Cami - Spider of Leng #the owl house #The Owl House inspired #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #the owl house fanart #the owl house luz #Sunkiss (Alex) #the collector

[metronn]

ONE OF US IS GOING TO HAVE TO E.V.A.

we come from the sky the night monitor - a quick one before the eternal worm devours connecticut have a nice life - horror ben prunty - no gravity mick gordon - lights out cities last broadcast - 1979 deru - tloque nahuaque uriel villalobos alva - 92982.3 william basinski - and more...

science fiction / cosmic horror ambient playlist. somewhat inspired by the daedalus mission statements in the magnus archives, though the title is actually from a stargate atlantis episode. click the link for the full spotify playlist.

#lipstick smeared over the playlists #mine #science fiction #cosmic horror #the magnus archives #the vast #the lonely #space #jan kilbride #hp lovecraft #moodboard #aesthetic #playlist #fanmix #this playlist is ALSO inspired by that one bit at the end of lost in space season one that sparks fear in me. #where will falls backwards off the ship. literally never recovering from that feeling

[spaceferren-comics]

Azagnoth, old one of Wisdom and Arcane/Forbidden Knowledge!

#oc artwork #oc art #character reference #oc #spaceferren comics #original comic #comic art #old ones #elder god #elder gods #ancient gods #eldritch god #eldritch #cthulhu #cthulu #cthulhu inspired #hp lovecraft #lovecraft #lovecraftian

[hecatesdelights]

Cthulhu, a terrifying god from Lovecraftian Horror

#Cthulhu #oldgods #lovecraft mythos #lovecraftian horror #lovecraft inspired #horror author #hp lovecraft #existential horror

[hlsignaturedesigns]

#cthulhu #hp lovecraft #lovecraft #lovecraftian horror #cosmic horror #horror #horror art #ai art #ai artwork #ai image #lovecraft art #lovecraft inspired

[desultorydenouement]

listen. bad people can make good art. do you really read classic books and just listen to what they’re trying to tell you? that’s not what art is about! art is about what they’re not trying to say! art is a porthole into other people’s worlds! it’s a camera into other people’s minds! it’s how they see the world! navigate their lives! and if they’re bad people, and their view of the world inevitably fucked up, READ IT ANYWAY, and see how all their hatreds and fears and selfishness taint the way they view the world, and learn it. see the way it slants. and next time you look at the world around you and find it leaning just a little bit further into hatred and despair and bigotry, you will know enough about perspective to keep yours steady.

#this is not about living authors who benefit from your content #that is a whole different barrel of fish #writing #books #literature #art #this partially inspired by HP lovecraft and how telling it is that the man who wrote about the fear of the unknown and the misunderstood #was also a huge fucking anti immigrant racist #think about that and think about what it means. and think about your own fear of the unknown. and ask yourself some questions

[nerd-enoug-h]

Smth for swordtember I made

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #video game fanart #drawing #swordtember #lovecraft #lovecraftian #lovecraft inspired #hp lovecraft #madness oc #own character #cthullhu #cosmic horror #bruises #aestethic #fantasy aesthetic

[amomswrites]

Title: Fainting?

Summary: Ngl, this was based on a joke that a friend of mine fuckin' made about an OC of mine, who's a fuckin' cult leader, and he just gets so into it that this man just takes 'catching the spirit' to a whole new level. Basically, tl;dr: local Welsh Cthulhu cult leader gets so into the coming of Cthulhu's rise from R'lyeh and nearly eats shit a la fainting.

Trigger Warnings? Cult themes and body horror, like right towards the end with Yin.

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"And he shall this mortal realm from the inside out, as he claims the nonbelievers and heretics as his personal foot servants and slaves, while we—as his children—are taken up in arms unto his unholy Court!"

Salem's normally calm, level voice was raised to a manic shout over the crowd of cultists. The acoustics of the Temple only served to amplify the volume.

During a sermon, it didn't take much for the reverend, as he was so lovingly called by those young and old who attended this unholy service, to get in the mood and worked up.

Salem's eyes blazed with fervor as he paced back and forth across the stage, his hands gesturing wildly to emphasize his words. The congregation of devoted followers hung on his every word, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe.

The dimly lit temple seemed to reverberate with Salem's voice as he continued to preach his twisted gospel. His charismatic demeanour captivated the audience, drawing them deeper into his unruly rant. The air was thick with an eerie energy, palpable to even the most skeptical attendee.

As he spoke, his voice rose and fell, carrying waves of exhilaration and terror. Each sentence dripped with venomous passion, stirring up a heady mixture of excitement and dread. The chilling aura that surrounded him seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment, feeding off the collective fear and adoration of his congregation.

In the midst of his sermon, Salem's face contorted with a mix of rage and ecstasy. His eyes held a wicked glimmer, as though he could already taste the sweet victory of Cthulhu's impending reign. The prospect of a world turned inside out and consumed by darkness appeared to fuel him, his accented voice growing louder and more unnerving.

With each passing word, Salem's hold over his followers tightened. He wove a tale of power and subjugation, promising privilege and salvation to those who pledged their unwavering loyalty. The atmosphere within the temple crackled with an unholy energy, as though the very air had been tainted by Salem's twisted ambitions.

Nevertheless, as the sermon wore on, it became increasingly apparent that Salem was growing more agitated and fervent by the minute. This phenomenon was not uncommon for him, as the combination of excitement and the confined space of the temple often led to dizziness and lightheadedness.

In all those instances, all Salem needed to do was take a seat and compose himself, allowing his nerves to settle before resuming his animated performance.

Curiously, on this occasion, Salem appeared to be disregarding the physical indicators that his body was presenting.

The telltale signs of overwhelming exhilaration and fatigue were being brushed aside as if he were immune to the effects they typically had on him. His steadfast refusal to acknowledge his limitations and the growing toll the heightened excitement was taking on him raised concern among the congregation.

As Salem persisted in his impassioned delivery, it was evident that his mind was consumed with an enthusiasm that bordered on obsession. The sweat on his brow and the slight wavering in his voice indicate that he was pushing himself beyond his limits. The congregation watched in both awe and apprehension, unsure of how to intervene without disrupting the sacred proceedings.

"On that day of reckoning, R'lyeh will become apart of the surface and the sky will become as red as the blood that shall be shed, as red as the sky over the horizon, as the Elder Gods come down from their place in the Cosmos to claim what is so rightfully theirs!"

Salem resolutely disregarded the rapidly intensifying lightheadedness that enveloped him, causing vertigo to set in and his heart rate to accelerate. Despite the mounting physical discomfort, he steadfastly refused to yield. The fervor of his impassioned sermon escalated steadily, evoking a state of transcendent ecstasy within him, rendering him impervious to any signs of inner tumult.

Within the confines of the sacred space, Salem's words reverberated with a zealous intensity, captivating the congregants who hanged on his every syllable.

Oblivious to the grip of dizziness tightening around his consciousness, his heightened spiritual fervency drove him to intensify his oratory even further. He seemed to exist in a realm untethered from the corporeal world, channeling an otherworldly ardor that shattered the boundaries of normal human expression.

As the sermon reached its crescendo, a crescendo fueled by both divine inspiration and his own stratospheric ardency, Salem's determination persisted unwaveringly. The rapturous trance that enveloped him propelled him to new heights of euphoria, as he became a vessel for the divine message that coursed through his veins.

In the end, like they all dreaded, Salem's words gradually dwindled, until they were nothing more than feeble whispers hanging in the air. The silence became unbearable, drenched in the anticipation of what was about to happen. It was clear to everyone in the congregation, even from the back row, that something was horribly wrong.

Salem's speech slowed down, like a snail inching its way across a sun-baked pavement. His heart, once racing like a wild stallion, now threatened to seize within his chest. The weight of fatigue and strain began to crush him, its suffocating grip tightening with every second. His body betrayed him, refusing to hold upright any longer.

With an exaggerated gesture, Salem flung his arms wide, desperate to maintain balance atop the fallen pillar. Gasps and exclamations erupted from the concerned crowd, fear etched deeply onto their faces.

Yet, despite the valiant efforts of one of the other disciples, Salem tumbled backward, dripping in an almost comical gracelessness. While some tried their absolute damnedest to not burst out laughing at the sight, others were so silent, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, praying that his head wouldn't meet the unforgiving hardness of the concrete beneath him...

-Grand Disciple?! Oh...oh no...please tell me he isn't...-

As Tori leaned down to check Salem's pulse, anxiety washed over her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the pace of his racing pulse, which was starting to slowly steady out. The crowd gathered around them held their breath as everyone anxiously waited for Tori's verdict. Finally, she nodded, her purplish irises meeting the gaze of the other two disciples who usually stood by Salem's side.

A wave of relief swept over Tori as she confirmed that Salem was, in fact, alive. The stress and excitement of the situation had caused him to pass out, but he would recover. Vivianne, who had been on edge with worry, visibly relaxed, her features softening with relief. Yin, on the other hand, appeared slightly annoyed, but Tori could see the genuine concern behind his mask of irritation.

The disciples formed a protective shield around Salem's unconscious body as they tried to make sense of what had just happened. The crowd, no longer held in suspense, began to disperse back to where they were before the collapse, their curiosity sated now that they knew he would be alright. With Salem in safe hands, Tori took a deep breath, grateful that their leader was alive and that they had been able to provide comfort and reassurance to the worried onlookers.

It was then Yin spoke up, projecting his voice out to the crowd.

"There shall be a 10 minute break, just long enough to get The Grand Disciple to his chambers. After the 10 minutes, I will be the one to finish the sermon.", came his blunt response to the crowd, who seemed to understand why and what was going on.

Yin approached Salem gingerly, careful not to jostle him too much. Despite the fact that Salem was starting to stir, it still took great effort to get him onto his feet. With every movement, the Disciple of Azathoth's body contorted in a disconcerting and unsettling manner. It was a gruesome sight that made most onlookers cringe and avert their eyes.

Yin himself was not known for his grace or fluidity in his movements—something most didn't have an answer to, but if you saw it... you'd understand why looking at him was ill-advised, and which made the task of assisting Salem even more challenging. Each step was accompanied by an eerie chorus of bone crackles that reverberated through the air, causing a shiver to run down the spines of those nearby. Despite the discomfort and the grotesque display before them, Yin persevered, determined to guide Salem back to the safety of his quarters.

Walking proved to be an arduous task, both for Salem and the blind disciple that took it upon himself to perform such a task...but Yin did his best to navigate the path, adjusting his movements to accommodate Salem's awakening body.

Every awkward stumble and falter was met with unwavering determination, as Yin pushed himself to his limits to ensure his companion's well-being. The sheer determination on his face spoke volumes about his loyalty and dedication.

In the end, it was a grueling journey, one filled with eerie cracks and unsettling movements.

But, Yin's unwavering commitment and resourcefulness prevailed, allowing him to safely guide Salem back to the comfort of his quarters...

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[jonnywaistcoat]

If you had the ability to sit down for a meal with any of your writerly inspirations, what would you eat with them, and what questions would you ask them?

I'd make HP Lovecraft eat a really hot curry. I wouldn't say anything, just watch him struggle. He'd have such a bad time.