Ya know. There should be more all powerful whumpees.
Like, Angel's being forcefully tied down to the mortal world for whatever reason. To either torture or vivisect.
An eldritch deity being trapped inside a human vessel. Them being so vast and nearly infinite being filtered down and changed by a vessel that's actively rejecting them. Possibly by their own cultists.
man just. Really powerful whumpee's being brought down and being in constant pain. I dunno, tho I do know that human caretaker would taste divine with either of the above ideas
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TW BLOOD AND CREEPY THEMES!!! 💀 Fnaf meets cosmic horror comic! (It’s an AU)
This was such a fun concept to just mess around with!
I may draw more stuff for this AU but we’ll see! either way I’ve been itching to draw something scary again!
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some micolash headcanons/fic outline:
almost comically sickly; anemic, asthmatic, brittle bone disease, you name it he probably has it. despite All that though, he managed to avoid catching the tuberculosis stint that killed his mother and two older brothers. he doesn’t remember any of them, being only 5 when they all passed away.
his dad was a doctor, though after the death of his family he became a grief-stricken recluse. he was still a practitioner, being the only doctor in his sleepy seaside town, but he closed his clinic and only took patients inside his home. he also became very overprotective over micolash, his only surviving child, and had him tutored at home and hardly let him leave the grounds at all. Micolash was EXTREMELY lonely as a result.
micolash’s only real freedom was the backyard and the beach just beyond that. his father thought the sea might help his fragile health (average victorian beach healing beliefs), and trusted him enough to stay within sight of the house. he liked digging up crabs and picking up seashells when the tide receded, and in the back garden he would find earthworms and slugs just after it rained and let them wriggle in his hands.
there was something else, though. around the time when micolash was seven he would start to hear something talking to him from the sea. not a true voice of a person, but like if words and syllables were being carved out of the crashing of waves and cawing of seagulls. micolash couldn’t discern a word out of it, but he knew something was trying to talk to him, and he was oh so curious. turns out he had some insight from an early age, and heard kos’s voice from the sea.
micolash returned day after day to find the voice, treading into the shallows of the ocean to hear the words clearer. with every passing one he thought he was starting to find words in the sounds of the sea, though they made no sense to a boy of seven, even one as smart as micolash. but he still went back everyday and listened and searched for it.
then one day, micolash had gone about waist deep into the ocean. the tide was going out and he couldn’t swim, but he was so close to the truth that he threw caution to the wind. he saw a giant white beast crest the horizon, white scales bright even in the cloudy, dim morning. he stood his ground as the creature drew closer and closer, its size not seeming to care for the depth of the water. micolash was fascinated, and understood that this was the source of the voice he had been hearing for weeks.
Then of course in a cliché moment, his father had saw micolash waiting to commune with the huge white leviathan from his window. He raced outside and dragged micolash out of the sea, who had lost all ability to move when the creature began its trek towards him. At the sight of micolash’s father the thing swam away, but this was not its last visit.
micolash for months after would see the creature on the beach just after midnight, staring up at him through his bedroom window. It seemed like no one else could see it, so micolash would stare right back and listen to the waves and the distant thunder as mother kos attempted to speak to him. This eventually stopped after a few months when kos stopped showing up at night, though micolash never forgot her and her eldritch words that he had been too young to discern and truly understand.
when kos washes up at the fishing hamlet and is dissected, micolash recognizes the creature with morbid elatedness for finally seeing the thing he might’ve only passed off as childhood dreams. that night kos’s voice returns to him and this time, he’s able to understand.
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