#tea-with-nyarlathotep

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Could Johannes Cabal, a necromancer of some little infamy, survive the horrors?

Points in favor:

Regularly punches above weight class. Has, to date, outwitted Satan and Nyarlathotep, among others.

Clever and brutally pragmatic. He's a planner that can think on the fly and is not afraid to get his hands dirty to get what he wants.

Capable of surprising feats of athleticism. While he's definitely more on the nerd side of the spectrum and still very human, he's gotten very good at running.

Is very hung up on the death of his fiancée, to the point where he's willing to try and conquer death to bring her back. Attempts to seduce him tend to fall very, very flat.

Has a vast array of knowledge on a variety of obscure topics, particularly medicine; despite being a necromancer he's more of a science (anti-)hero than a magic one.

Regularly deals with the supernatural, including vampires. In fact, his brother is one.

Points against:

Regularly mouths off to things that could squish him like bug (see: Satan, Nyarlathotep). Part of the reason he has so many enemies is because he's a sarcastic bastard.

Decent liar, but tends to go with brutal honesty, even when lying would definitely be better socially.

Has the emotional intelligence of a tea spoon, especially when his brother isn't around to translate and act as conscience.

Has a smile that would make children and small animals flee in terror.

I didn't recognize the name (so, apparently, too little infamy) so I consulted with yet another of my niche media contacts who said:

Dracula, thinking a Johannes is practically a Jonathan, this'll be easy-- -smash cut to him gawping as Cabal summons a demon in his dining room to confirm what parts of a Scholomance students he needs for his next resurrection formula-

I am getting the impression that Mr Cabal outclasses Dracula rather severely. It sounds like he would be quite unimpressed by Dracula and make no effort to hide that fact. They'd hate each other and fight like cats evil wizards in a sack. I think this guy might do real well in a saw trap.

Who would win in a fight tends to be the least interesting question this blog can answer. Dracula's got the dubious aid of three subordinate vampires who also hate his guts. Cabal can apparently summon demons who likely outrank Dracula in the infernal hierarchy. Eh? Maybe the better question is who can be the bigger asshole.

Cabal's mission (? vocation? driving force?) is to fight Death, and Dracula seems very pleased to style himself the anthropomorphic personification thereof. But can he actually beat Death? Or has he doomed himself to endless striving? Is his formula ever going to work? Or is the impossibility of his task the whole point?

It sounds like Johannes Cabal can't really play the game but also doesn't really need to. They're interacting on a very different level. I appreciate that he's a good runner. He's not going to choose certain death. And if Actual Satan hasn't murdered him I daresay Dracula might have trouble as well.

So I'll go ahead and say Johannes Cabal, a necromancy of some little infamy, can survive Castle Dracula

I have read he is a good planner. I am not qualified to speculate as to what sort of plan will get him out, but I encourage those who know him better to take up the task

#johannes cabal #a necromancer of some little infamy #wizards and spellcasters #inventors

[datenightfright]

Hey, can I request father!Nyarlathotep x daughter!reader headcanons?

This is so cute! I love the Elder Gods as parents.

He's INVESTED in his daughter the moment he hears her cry. The very definitely of 'Daddy's Little Girl'

Nyarlathotep is actually a wonderful partner to have a child with. He feeds the baby, changes diapers, teaches her to walk and talk, and when she does weird Eldritch Things (tm), he's there to help sort it all out.

Father-daughter dates are a must. He takes her across the universe whenever the mood strikes him. She's a well traveled young lady.

He's the kind of dad that play princess tea party with his daughter. Pink feather boa, crown, and his pinky out as he sips real tea out of a cup.

Oversees her education, obviously. He sends her to the best interdimensional private schools an Elder God can afford. He cries when she first leaves, but writes her every day.

When she gets her first significant other, he's surprisingly cool about it, he loves his little hellion and just wants her to be happy. But when they break up all bets are off.

10/10 good dad, doesn't go crazy overboard with his affection for her and isn't afraid to let her fall down and pick herself back up. But woe be the person that fucks with his family.

#nyarlathotep #lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft #headcanons #penelope writes #ask answered

[soleilnmity]

Previous anon here. Hero/villain ships aren’t my cup of tea but I admire your enthusiastic analysis of it.

If you’re okay with sharing more, can you please talk more about this part you crossed out? (“I didn't even mention how Katsuya factors into Tatsuya's life and Nyarlathotep's control of him because it's also important”)

I'm glad at least that my enthusiasm would get across in some form! I can't speak about that detail too much, but what I can tell you however, is this.

What does Tatsuya have left now? He no longer could keep his friends, he could no longer keep the woman he tried to save, even the new companions he met through this journey aren't for him to maintain. But there's something he always will have, no matter how many times the world gets to reset. In any world, and in any time, he'll always have Katsuya. The one thing Nyarlathotep can't take from him are his ties bound by blood. And even Tatsuya himself can't detach himself from Katsuya. Even if he rejects him, even if he wants to separate himself from him, that connection will always be there regardless of what he does. It's something that Nyarlathotep can't rewrite from existence.

But then, Tatsuya is so sure of this fact. That's why he acts the way he does. Because Katsuya is such a certain presence in his life. He will always be there, waiting for him. Even if he blocks his calls, even if he rejects his sweets made specifically for him, even if he doesn't come home, even if he's in danger of losing himself every day, Katsuya will always be there.

And what if he's not? If Nyarlathotep took this from him, what would he have left? What would be left of what composes his existence as "Tatsuya Suou"? Not any ties by blood, even his appearance isn't his to own. Friendship and connections are no longer part of who he is.

Then who would he be? Just, "the singularity"?

Katsuya is his last standing pillar, and the only thing that may stop him from completely falling into the abyss that Nyarlathotep tries to drag him into. There's something that he can still yet keep. He can still Live.

And in the circumstance that he does end up returning to the Other Side, Katsuya will be there, too.

At the very least, that's what I think.

#ask-reply #ぺ２腐

[bloodlunacy]

Anyways my new passion in life is finding ways that the Great Old Ones and the Endless would interact.

Dream and Hastur are playing chess together. Both are holding knives under the table. And yet, you know deep down that neither is going to stab the other because the game isn’t finished. Yet.

Desire HATES all the Great Old Ones who are even close to their realm. They’re all gross and ugly as shit and just. Corrupt and ruin everything. They suck. However, they respect the number of humans who now wanna fuck Cthulhu.

Death is respected by all the Great Old Ones. They know her well. However, they all have a deep, unspoken understanding- with strange eons, even Death may die.

Delirium is their home girl. She shows up and the Great Old Ones know something terrific (and in their favor) is going to go down. They have found ways to court her favor, most especially Hastur. Some say she even gave Hastur the Yellow Sign as a gift, but good luck trying to get a straight answer out of either of them.

Destiny and Nyarlathotep just sit and drink tea and sigh frequently. They don’t speak to one another. They just lament. Anyways they’re best friends

#the endless #great old ones #the sandman #sandman comics #sandman tv show #can you tell Hastur is my fav great old one #other than Nyarlathotep

[tessastormrp]

[Closed] To be Bred [Tessa]

There was a strange scent in the mansion. A scent that overpowered even the scent of her own rutt and the odd odor of the Anpu that permeated her life.

A small bell in her bedroom rang to notify that her services were required. Was He going to send her on a mission? During her rutt!!! That fucking prat!

She raced down three flights of stairs, to the large study. The scent got stronger and stronger as she neared the study door. Something reptilian...

"Childling, how swift your reaction, I am proud." The Elder God murmured as she entered the study. At once Tessa noticed he had a guest. The Anpu pouring tea were so ordinary by now that she did not notice the Jackal headed servants of Her Master's own make.

"This is the daughter I told you about. Take a wiff of her, tell me if she pleases you." Nyarlathotep smirked. "F-father." Tessa flustered. What was The Crawling Chaos planning.

@ahouseofblackenedroses

#Nya's FC is Will Tudor

[the-devouring-void]

Sooome ppl were interested in oc stuff of mine so here’s a newer one: Nefren-Ka Ulthar She likes to spread rumors, diseases and has tea on everyone including you She’s a version of Nyarlathotep, an old eldritch god from the Lovecraft universe #oc #originalcharacter #monster #horror #bodyhorror #eldritch #eldritchhorror #lovecraft #nyarlathotep #characterdesign #design #digitalart #characterart #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CjGPutqq01b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#oc #originalcharacter #monster #horror #bodyhorror #eldritch #eldritchhorror #lovecraft #nyarlathotep #characterdesign #design #digitalart #characterart #artistsoninstagram

[tea-with-nyarlathotep]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Horde Prime (She-Ra), Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, gothic horror, cosmic horror, Religious Horror, Vampires, Inspired by Frankenstein, References to Frankenstein, Dracula Influence/References, References to Lovecraft, Inspired by H. P. Lovecraft, Lovecraftian, Lovecraftian Monster(s) Summary:

On one starless, hot night, an unassuming sailor walks into a great white castle in the distance. Despite the odds, he finds himself eagerly welcomed in. The question is whether he can get out... and what he will take with him if he does.

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New fic, courtesy of TeaWithNyarlathotep! This one’s a big love letter to Universal Horror and H.P. Lovecraft, starring everyone’s favorite space deity... just don’t come in expecting a happy ending.

#horde prime #tea-with-nyarlathotep

[churippu]

So I did a thing and updated my Lovecraft tea labels over at Adagio! It’s been a million years and honestly I didn’t think my art had changed so much. This was a nice exercise to see how far I have come! I still have a few more to redraw (I have them privated so hopefully they don’t show up) and I still want to add a few more to the collection. I guess Adagio doesn’t allow direct linking anymore, so just do a search for Lovecraft to find my teas! Here’s a $5 certificate that expires in 24 hrs, so make sure to use this code 4389239773 before it goes away!

#adagio #adagio teas #lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft #cthulhu #dagon #hastur #shub-niggurath #nyarlathotep #my art #teas

[daedalcs]

Cool tips about writing cosmic horror: Remember it’s not about a monster, it’s about a concept of something so unknowably greater and older than yourself that it mentally can’t be processed by your brain.

Take a look at HP Lovecraft's “The Unnamable”

“Good God, Manton, but what was it? Those scars was it like that?” And I was too dazed to exult when he whispered back a thing I had half expected 

“No, it wasn’t that way at all. It was everywhere -- a gelatin--a slime yet, it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes -- and a blemish. it was the pit-- the maelstrom--the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was the unnamable!” 

When you hear this description of the creature you mind had to have gone through quite a few hoops to try and flesh that out in some kind of way. It goes from a concrete being and slowly becomes more grotesque and harder to imagine leaving you with a vague feeling of disgust and unease. 

Much of the time in cosmic horror when you’re trying to describe something, the great bad thing, the best thing you can do is to reflect the emotions that the creature leaves your character with. What lingering feeling of abstract madness and unknowable dread does it inflict on the mind of your character? 

#*|| .・。.・゜ROYAL TEA ・゜・。.OOC #*|| .・。.・゜NYARLATHOTEP ・゜・。.LOVECRAFT #things i need to write out

[tank-needleman]

Made this little gem last night. Enjoy!

#talk to transformer #tea talks #nyarlathotep

[azazelsconfessional]

Is it true some people use their Summons for explicit activities? I mean Summons can't disobey their Masters after all. (Totally looking at MC and Red Oni)

"Summons can disobey their Masters. Most don't--or perhaps struggle to--but they're not entirely beholden to them."

Nyarlathotep is a summon after all. And he's. . .well, he's lying nearly flat on the floor, as if melted from the heat, looking not unlike a bearskin(hyena skin?) rug. Azazel gestures at him.

"Nyarl doesn't obey whoever summoned him at all--instead, he obeyed Babalon and Arc, for his father's sake. And Babalon's a summon herself."

Nyarl's tongue lolls out and he excitedly(?) taps his hands against the carpet, still practically melted against the floor.

"Goodness gracious outer spacious, Shub-Niggurath! You're spillin' all our precious bubble tea!!!"

"Did I upset you? I apologize. I should have asked before talking about that.

"I think it depends on the individual transient as to how much they must obey their summoner. All are compelled to, but for some it seems that it's a resistible urge.

"As for what people make and use summons for. . .it wouldn't be the first time I've heard of transients being summoned to this Tokyo for purely lustful purposes. . . . Humans have a great deal of love they hesitate to show for fear of societal retribution. . .but even those shallow and selfish actions are acts of love. . . ."

Given he’s watching more than one ward at all times of day, he’s probably seen it happen too.  Inter-dimensional booty call.

#answers #anon #suggestive #((nyarl has long eyelashes huh lol)) #((long eyelashes and no eyebrows! i've never seen his sprites up close before lol))

[kationella]

Gotta love the concept that Phil and Nyarly have been there since humanity's birth. A decade for them is the blink of an eye. These two guys must receive so much information everyday from every human mind that they misplace current slang and modern inventions. Not to mention the different languages.

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Philemon: After knowing your onions, now you're cooking with gas. Still, one must not forget this is no peanutty matter. You are the biggest toad in the pond, so I have confidence in your abilities to take the egg.

Naoya: A-Ah...?

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Nyarlathotep: Humans think they're so great with their plastic and tea bags!

Tatsuya: ...the fuck?

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Nyarlathotep: And then I will...! Hum... What's the japanese word for "gil"?

Maya: I don't know...

Nyarlathotep: You don't know sumerian...? Fine. Anyways, it's the same as "interficio".

Maya: I... don't know...

Nyarlathotep: HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW LATIN?!

#persona 2 #revelations: persona #megami ibunroku persona #persona 1 #philemon #nyarlathotep #naoya toudou #tatsuya suou #maya amano

[grey-eyed-menace]

Returning

"Kaitou?" Ikuo called, voice a little hoarse.

Silence, utter silence, that was... unusual, typically, his guardian would have come running ready to vault into his arms the moment he made it known he and Satsuki had made it back from practice, (not that Satsuki would be coming into the bouse anytime soon, to busy needling her boyfriend), unharmed and ready with a few new pieces to practice.

Yet, nothing. No grand exclamations, no tears of joy, or demands for Ikuo bust out the viola and show his family, as small as it was, what he had learned in the two hours he had been gone, (which, mostly, was just a hand over of his next recidal piece, and a new hate for trombone players, seriously, fuck Ryuzaki).

Tomoyo was home, that much was obvious from the shoes lined up at the door, but that also meant Kaitou should be as well, considering both his dress shoes and sneakers were thrown haphazardly in a corner as they always were.

And yet, no Kaitou.

Ikuo poked his head around the corner, eyes narrowed, surveying the interior of the living ropm, "Kaitou? Are you dead?"

All he's met with is Yuuki's favorite tea set, sitting idly, untouched, steam still rising from the filled cups.

[A gift, he had been told, from Kanae and Hitomi, hand-made, mismatched, and with two of the tea-plates floppy and bendable from the resin not setting right.

He had made a half-hearred comment about getting rid of those two plates once, Yuuki had threatened to emasculate him shortly after.

Akio had kept sipping his tea without do much as a second look, saying he would help hide the body.

If there was any doubt about the Kurama twins and their relation to Kanae and Hitomi, Ikuo would hold up a neon sign up to specifically highlight that moment, and ask, rather politely, or, well, as politely as he could, and ask if the person was fucking blind.]

Carefully, because this was the sort of shit that happened in the beginning of a horror movie, Ikuo made his way into the living room, eyes trained on the coffee table, where the tea set rested.

It looked perfectly innocent, set in a pretty little wooden tray Akio had made during one of his many, many, many 'idle' hobby projects. Still hot and ready to be drank, it was sorta strange.

Yuuki was very particular about her tea time, you didn't interrupt it without threat of death by decapitation.

And... this was all kinds of wrong, and freaky, and just downright strange.

And then the portal opened up on the ceiling.

It was right about that time Ikuo began wondering if his life was just some kind of fucked up joke for the Gods, because, you know, normally, when kids got orphaned they weren't immediately adopted by batshit insane ex-Watcher's who thought the appropriate reaction to comforting crying children was to offer up combat lessons for fighting against the Supernatural.

Or you know, thrusting them on the creepy as all fuck Necromancer you apparently had on speed-dial, and hoping against all hope they didn't end up just as fucked up as them in the long run.

[Ikuo loved Tomoyo, he did, truly, but he would be the first to admit his little brother had some seriously fucked up shit going on with him due to Eloisè Katherine and their bullshittery.]

Anyway, back to the matter at hand.

Their was a portal to God knows where in the ceiling of his living room, and, considering that he was the only one present, he was the one who had to deal with it.

Lovely.

And all he had on hand for a weapon was his viola, (which, fuck that, he liked the damn instrument, besides, it was fucking expensive to replace), and a few throw-pillows, and a tea set.

Decision made, he carefully avoided his adopted sisters tea set, and grabbed the largest pillow from the collection atop the couch, dropped his instrument case to the ground, and tried his best to look intimidating.

Seconds later, the hole dumped a pair of brunette haired lumps of human flesh over the back of the loveseat, and it was, also, at that moment, that fucking White Haired Anime Jesus descended down gracefully onto the coffee table, and the eldritch hole to Nyarlathotep's fucking sun room closed with a splutter.

White Haired Anime Jesus smiled at him, tilted his head, and took a calculated step backwards, dropping to the floor with a soft thump.

One of the two brunettes on the other side of the love-seat let out a quiet string of curses as they tried to disentangle themselves from their companion, who proceeded to groan in discomfort and make a quiet insult in a language Ikuo did not care to place.

"I bet you have many questions." Was the first thing out of White Haired Anime Jesus's mouth, lips quirked up in a smirk.

Ikuo did not, actually.

He just wanted this shit to be over with, so, without turning his back to the stranger, he quietly stumbled his over to the love-seat, throw-pillow brought up against his chest in a mockery of a shield, and, very carefully, peaked over the back to see both Akio and Yuuki still untangling themselves from one another.

And dressed like they were ready to see the Emperor himself, silently, he reasoned to question that later.

Right now, though?

"What the fuck did you two do." He hissed at them, eyes narrowed in annoyance as he met Akio's confused stare.

"Oh," White Haired Anime Jesus commented from where he had decided to sit down on the couch, ankles crossed, hands folded, and looking for all the world that he belonged there, "were you not informed of their transfer to the Royal Academy Of Diavolo?"

No, he was not, because a little over ten hours ago, Yuuki and Akio had been, for better or worse, been arguing over whether or not they wanted to apply to Murkowski Institute or Kiseki-Haruno Academy.

"I was not." Ikuo did not break eye contact with his adopted brother, instead he sneered as he spoke.

Akio had the decency to look sheepish, Yuuki, rather pointedly, mept herself focused on rising to her feet despite the obvious nausea she was experiencing.

"Ah, well, I guess you know now," White Haired Anime Jesus Mused, "it was quite the eventful seventeen months, if I do say so myself."

"I've been gone three hours," it was taking everything in Ikuo not to start screaming, and, oh, was it tempting to just give in and strangle one of the twins, "what the fuck did you two do!?"

"Seduced the seven princes of hell, of course." White Haired Anime Jesus supplied readily, smile more than apparent in his point.

Ikuo's face went slack at that, and proceeded to slowly turn towards the stranger sitting on the couch, "What?"

"Kurama Akio and Kurama Yuuki, descendants of the Fallen Angel Lilith, did the unthinkable," his smile somehow grew, showing far to many teeth for Ikuo's comfort, "they seduced the Avatars of the Seven Deadly sins, the Crown Prince of Hell, his loyal advisor and butler, an emissary from Heaven, two of the Ars Goetia, and, of course," he made an odd gesture, as though showcasing himself, "the ancient King and Sorcerer Solomon, oh, and they have the cutest little angel as a surrogate brother."

Ikuo proceeded to drop the pillow in his hands onto the twins, which made Yuuki splutter, turn around, and off the love-seat, to grab the case that held his viola, shouldered it, and made his way back to the entrance to the house.

"I did say it was an eventful seventeen months!" White Haired Anime Jesus, Solomon apparently, called out after him.

"Ikuo-onii-san! Where are you going!?" Yuuki squeaked, just as Ikuo heard Akio vault across the love-seat to likely strangle Whi- Solomon with his bare hands.

"Anywhere but here!" He called over his shoulder.

"I refuse to deal with this bullshit for the foreseeable future, until I've rightfully processed it, I'm going to crash at Yanagi's," he gave a half-hearted wave to no one in particular, "don't call me unless you're dying painfully."

He didn't bother to lock the door as he left.

#Shall We Date?: Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All #Shall We Date?: Obey Me! #Shall We Date? #Obey Me! #One Master To Rule Them All #Obey Me! MC #Obey Me! OC #Obey Me! MC OC #OC's #My OC's #Obey Me! Kurama Akio #Obey Me! Kurama Yuuki #Obey Me! Nakahara Kaitou #Nakahara Kaitou #Kurama Yuuki #Kurama Akio #Guess who's going to 'Befriend' Belphegor? #I'll give you a hint. #There's gonna be a freakout of epic proportions and only ONE of the twins is capable of exibiting rage outside of Tranquil Fury. #And let me tell you. Tranquil Fury is going to legitimately try and kill Belphie. #Burning Rage isn't going to let the other twin near him to try though. #Ikuo tries to be a good big brother. He does. He really does. #But demons? Angel descendant? Fucking sorcerers!? #Yeah no. He's fine where he is. #He's got his own shit to figure out. #And the twins do NOT inspire a gentle approach. #Obey Me! Solomon Is A Gremlin #Tomoyo is discouraged by sorcery. And is far more intrigued by necromancy. #It's a process. You know. Of making sure Solomon doesn't recruit him. #Spade has been relegated to babysitter. You know. While Diana tries to keep four idiots from summoning Cthulu.

[crzynighta]

How many times does humanity have to clean up after Philemon and Nyarlathotep's messes? How many times do we have to teach you this lesson old men?!

One leg was kicked over the other as the demon remained at his seat by their domains single table , mostly reserved for tea or chess. Both eyes were rolled then narrowed as all focus remained set on the oh so brilliant companion of his , all sarcasm intended. NyarIathotep chuckled in an extremely harsh manner before clicking his tongue.

" my my those would be fighting words naturally. After all , we only staked a perfectly reasonable and fair bet on humanity and this is the thanks we get. Not as if we personally destroyed everything humans did that themselves. Right dear Philemon? " He cackled with a wave of his hand , immediately going back to drinking but now having the enjoyment of causing the other half to stress out.

" certainly the same occurrences shall not occur however that is somewhat correct. Everything happened indirectly as of our bet so therefore we shall not learn a lesson not direct for us. " Philemon sighed a little. Them seeing their actions as wrong would not be happening any time soon.

#「 being of pure chaos 」 nyarlathotep ic #「 yet another quest fullfiled 」 ask answered #wandering shadowー anon #//main old men that deserve getting beat up on the regular #//at this point anons towards them is just the collective unconscious having a conversation in the void #「 he is a mystery he is grace。 he’s humanities disgrace 」 ー philemon ic

[robbyrobinson]

GODS AWAKEN (PT. 25)

The flutes and other instruments began to blare at full sound. The people of the Boiling Isles spoke to themselves and each other unable to leave the podiums because of Nyarlathotep having his horde of monsters hold them hostage. They glared down at the bank of the large stadium.

After a few seconds, the Emperor arrived on the scene. He clutched his staff in his right hand, attempting to stabilize his walking stance. He turned to speak to the children of the Isles, but a low, suffocating cough rang out from his vocal cords.

“Belos appears to be sick, does he not?” one of the witches noted.

With the life forces of the palismans no longer being enough to stabilize him, Belos was on his last leg. He thought back to when he appointed Lilith to retrieve a special flower for him with which he hoped to stave off his impending doom a little longer. But alas, that flower was a ruse. He searched far and wide for any source of magic to heal him, but his luck was gradually running out. He bowed his head likely mourning the fact that he had no children that could ascend to the throne. The thought always filled his mind ever since he arrived to end the Savage Ages fifty years ago, but he foolishly gave little thought of the future of his empire. He flickered his hand. “If I am going to die, I should at least make it a spectacle.”

He slammed his staff on the ground. “Children of the Isles; the hour has arrived!”

He turned away to lift his mask and slipped two fingers in. With a blow, Warden Wrath and some of his men from the Conformatorium arrived. They had Camila tightly in their grips. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs, but the large, burly men were pinning her in place. Belos trudged over and cupped Camila’s chin and cheeks between his gloved fingers. He then resumed his glare to the audience.

“I present you with the accused!”

Some of the witches and demons recoiled at the appearance of the middle-aged mother before them. “What creature is this?”

They started to toss down vegetables and other objects at Camila in disgust. The food was smearing on Camila’s disheveled uniform that was already wrecked beyond repair. On instinct, she wanted to shield her face from the projectiles, but that was not going to be a luxury for her.

“Yes, yes,” Belos remarked, “she comes from a race of warmongering beings who selfishly kill all in their way to get what they want.” He tilted his head to Warden Wrath to continue.

The warden of the Conformatorium excused himself and ran out the stadium. There was a slight chattering and heaving and remained that way until four of Belos’ goons were pushing a wooden frame. At the top of the wooden device was a sharp blade of rock with some hints of dried blood at the tip of it. At the bottom near the base was a slab of rock through which straps were in place to hold the one sentenced to death. The slab of rock was surrounded by a larger circle now looking more like a gargantuan bullseye.

Warden Wrath returned to Camila’s side and grabbed her by the left arm. She screamed in protest, but her pleas for mercy were being drowned out by the scornful yells of the audience. Approaching the stone slab, it was fixed to have the victim’s limbs lay on. Four small flaps were for the hands and feet, while one was specifically designed for the head.

Camila kicked and thrashed with all her might. A third goon had to intervene to wrestle with Camila’s abdomen. He knelt over the woman, gripping her arms. The strength in his arms was greater in comparison to the mere human woman’s. With little struggling from his end, he took hold of her hands and slammed them in place. Warden Wrath then tightened the straps on her wrists.

The goon then did the same thing to her legs, this time being more careful when dealing with her lower body since she could catch him off guard and hit him. As he approached her neck, Camila spit at his face. A surprised, resounding gasp came from the crowd.

Wiping his helmet, the goon tied the strap around her neck, uncaring at how tightly bound she was. Air was now slowly seeping into Camila’s lungs, enough to keep her conscious, but even then, that was no guarantee. She stared up at the blade that would soon end her life with a swift gash.

A one-eyed, slug monster wearing a gown similar to Emperor Belos arrived. Most of the goons followed after him unaware of the trail of yellow slime he was leaving behind. They fell on themselves eliciting a few snide remarks from the witches. He placed a monocle over his enormous eye. He coughed into his right hand and withdrew a scroll from his other.

“On this day, we have the human woman Camila No-cee-da who had been accused of the most grievous crimes against the Emperor and the Boiling Isles.”

Warden Wrath walked over to a crank outside of the wooden death box and waited for the signal. The slug monster continued to drone on.

“The accused had been declared to be put to death without haste. As she is not one of us, the standard petrification for such crimes will not be enforced.” He pointed at the device restraining the woman. “Instead, the Emperor had envisioned something far worse for her.”

Belos sat down in his throne clutching a couple palismans from the staffs of long departed witches. However, in one of his hands was none other than Owlbert. He pinned the small owl’s back using his thumb and index finger. The bird tried flapping his wings to fly away, but it was futile. At that point, having to absorb the life force of palismans was no longer of use to the Emperor aside from maybe the taste of the magical entities. As such, Belos was going to engorge himself on the palisman in much the same way that a human enjoyed popcorn while watching a movie. He was going to immensely enjoy the spectacle.

Back in Belos’ laboratory, Luz had completely covered the portal machine with the fire glyphs and was waiting by to activate them. The Shoggoth and Amity’s abomination were still violently ripping apart Emperor Belos’ goons as they flooded in to try to overtake the two blob monsters. She saw Hooty was still happily chatting with the lifeless bodies of the goons and drinking tea with them. It disturbed her that Hooty was that scatterbrained to seemingly have little comprehension of his actions, but it was enough for her to accept that Hooty was on their side.

Amity and her older siblings ran into the laboratory. “Luz!”

Luz turned to them and smiled. “Amity! Guys, you’re, okay?”

The twins nodded. “Edric’s going to have to rest for a while,” Emira explained, “thankfully he can still do magic, but we don’t want to overexert him enough already.”

Luz noted this. “You guys might not want to be in here when the portal lights up harder than that one time my Mom let me attend a rock concert>

The Blight siblings looked at each other in abject confusion and mumbled to themselves. Luz smacked her head. “Oh, right...human terms, you wouldn’t get that.”

“In other words, we’ll try to stand back just in case things go horribly wrong,” Emira said.

Luz smiled. “That’s fair.”

Amity twiddled her fingers in deep thought. Luz continued to stare at the portal machine with her back turned. Amity’s heart was beating and she felt she could dig a hole and crawl into it to die, but she just wanted to make some certainty out of the uncertainty of the situation.

“Hey, Luz?”

“Yes, Amity?”

Amity’s cheeks were a tomato red. She turned her glance away from her friend out of an irrational fear at making eye contact. “If...if we survive this...”

Luz looked at the stammering witch girl. “What is it?”

She was stumbling on her words. From a glance, she could see Emira and Edric giving her a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but it did give her some encouragement.

“If we survive this...will you go out on a date with me?”

There was a stillness in the room, aside from the ceaseless clambering coming from Hooty’s beak. Amity braced herself for the rejection.

“Yeah, sure.”

Amity’s eyes widened. “Re... really?”

Luz smiled. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

Amity looked down at the polish on her fingernails. “I... I’d very much like that.”

“Edric and I are going to keep watch of the door, Mittens,” Emira announced.

Amity’s cheeks blushed again this time out of irritation. “We’ll be outside, Luz,” Amity said.

Luz nodded her hand in a flickering motion. With that, the Blight siblings evacuated the laboratory. Eda and Lilith crossed their arms with a smug grin on their faces.

“So, when are you going to go out with her, Luz?” Eda asked.

Luz grinned. “Maybe next week.”

Luz was too preoccupied with the machine; she did not realize what Amity asked her at first. But it did hit her like a ton of bricks dropping from a two-story window.

“Wait...A DATE!?”

“The verdict has been read out,” the slug monster remarked solemnly. He steadied his glance on the woman strapped before him. “Any last words before the fullest act of the law are enforced?”

Camila only smiled in reply.

The slug turned to Warden Wrath and nodded. Belos’ eyes immediately darted at the crank and then at the blade of solid rock. The Emperor had already ripped his gloved fingers through one of the palismans whilst keeping the struggling Owlbert underneath his other fist.

The warden turned the crank in a counter clockwise fashion making everyone hear the execution device start up. The rock was lifted as high as it could realistically go and towered over the bullseye. The slug man spoke again.

“You will be stabbed through the chest until you’re dead; may the Titan have mercy on your soul.”

The blade could more or less be compared to an archer readying their arrow by bending it backward on the string of its bow to calculate the accuracy. The blade swung down at an inhumanly fast pace like a speeding bullet. Belos bent backward and clutching Owlbert in his hand in anticipation.

Camila looked up at the blade and smirked.

WHAM

The collision sent dirt and rocks into the air obscuring Camila’s impaled body from the audience’s vision. Emperor Belos got out of his seat in curiosity. “Is it done?”

The dust cleared away revealing the condition of the slab. The blade tore its way through the thick stone, but Camila’s broken body was nowhere to be seen. Clearly, the blade struck the middle-aged woman directly where her chest would be, but she was gone.

“How can this be possible,” Belos thought to himself. He scratched his chin. “She could not have escaped that easily unless...”

The slug monster dropped the scroll and, despite being a slow-moving monster, swung around with great speed and somehow produced a small blade from his hands and sliced Warden Wrath’s head off. In the place of blood was a gassy vapor. The slug then ripped into his own body and removed his skin. Underneath him was the Owl Spy.

Belos stood there, stunned. Of course, it wasn’t Camila; it never had been her. Instead, it became crystal clear to the tyrant: the Camila he dragged out of her cell was an illusion. He felt a chill go down his spine.

“Hello, father.”

Turning around, he could see that Camila was holding a lightning glyph on parchment paper. A streak of lightning erupted from the paper and struck Belos in the fast.

The witches gasped in amazement. Belos is blasted across the stadium slamming into a wall. Belos’s chest heaved in small huffs. Standing up, he clutched his face. Probing his orifices, he turned to see that his mask was ripped in half by the lightning spell. Camila covered her mouth to stifle a scream.

Belos possessed dark, black hair on his head and sideburns. Instead of an upper lip, long, slimy tentacles covered his lower lip. Rips in his suit exposed a thick hide of scaly orange skin on his upper body. On his back were a series of unintelligible markings of red and green. Towards the bottom half of his body, he was coated in a red suit of lobster-like armor. Elongated legs roughly the size of an ostrich’s. Around the bottom of his abdomen, there appeared to be a large, gaping mouth and a fleshy organ resembling a human lung.

“What in the world?” Camila finally spoke up.

Belos removed his gloves and showed off elongated, slurping tentacles in the place of fingers topped with bloodshot red suckers. In the palms of his hands, there were underdeveloped maws dripping a purple substance. In fact, purple, inky pus was seeping out of open cuts from his body. More tentacles protruded from his waist encasing his long, jangly legs and had eyes of all sizes staring in every direction. He chuckled.

“Well, this will be more fun than I anticipated.”

#owl house #the owl house #emperor belos #belos #cthulhu mythos #cthulhu #blights #camila #camila noceda

[iyliss]

Hi, sorry if you've already talked about this, but I have a question. I remember seeing some meta floating around a while back about how Season 2 of GX was based on the Lovecraftian Mythos and Cosmic Horror, but I don't know anything about Lovecraft or Cosmic Horror, but you said you did. So could you maybe tell us more about how GX was inspired by Lovecraft? I love digging into the meta of things and hearing what people are interested in! Thank you for your time.

Omgg thank you so much for asking!! I already talked a bit about cthulhu mythos and gx (you may find about inspirations of arcana forces that doesn’t have much meta, about the world and the devil that are more focus on anime interpretations and that very scary looking reply about judai being randolph carter). But I can sure develop about season 2, and GX in general, since this was about more specific points. I’ll try to keep it decently readable, Im sorry if i get carried away ^^ Also I hope I don’t make too many mistakes, I’ve red most of the stories I will refer too, but not all, and a part comes from other sources so it might not be exact (and I might reconsider some aspects as I keep reading). Also I will avoid repeating things I said in the 3 posts linked up there. First of, why would Gx and s2 more specifically be related specifically to the Cthulhu Mythos, amongst other inspirations? Beside the arcana forces being quite obvious references, there are some narratives, aesthetics and themes in common. Amongst other things:

An entity from outer space partially coming to earth and leadingit to it’s destruction

The mix of weird sci-fi (aliens, space, white holes...) and occultism (tarot, spirits, ghosts...)

A sect. A whole sect right there.

A general mystery of some aspects of the universe (what is the light of destruction? What is the extent of it’s power, and influence? Where does it and gentle darkness come from?)

About “knowing too much” (mostly Saiou knowing the future, but you can see a bit of it in Judai’s evolution)

And so many aspects of Saiou but it’s harder to explain it all

I think that even without having red anycosmic horror litterature, the villain being the leader of a sect that try to destroy the world in honnor of an out of space (and reality) super-powerful entity screams lovecraft. Ill try talking about other points down there that are less obvious. In a way, the “main” characters of s2 (judai, edo, kenzan and saiou) follows lovecraftian main characters archetypes. Judai ressembles characters such as, well, Randolph Carter, and Charles D Ward. Innocent, a bit naive and immature, generally nice though lacking some sense of consequences. There’s often this kid who doesn’t actively try to get involved in things, but have some strong relationship with occult things and will get in all kind of trouble that never really ends well. Edo… is more about how he loves litterature, doesn’t have much friends, has a (black) cat, drink tea and is american but more about European style. That sounds stupid but it’s also an important part of lovecraftian imagery. Kenzan is interesting cuz he’s an paleontologist (at least of passion), but in a very stupid way. That may be an unwilling coincidences but I swear the number of incredibly unprofessional (and unrealistic) field rescearcher/archeologist there are in those stories… And Saiou… There’s this underlying theme (fueled by lovecraft’s racism tbh) about beings/people that are weird, monstruous, different (=not white american protestant men for him), and they probably know some secret dangerous occult magic that will destroy the world, because that is obviously what they want. And that’s pretty much how Saiou was treated. But, what makes those stories more interesting than simple racist metaphores is that said « monsters » are never shown actively doing anything bad (the dunwich horror mostly, and the shadow over innsmouth are especially interesting. In the first, it actually makes more sense than our main monster Wilbur Whateley actually tries to save the world). Which well also goes with Saiou’s story.

And it’s actually hard to explain deeply because I am often scared to associate scenes and aspects that are just a bit alike. But if i have to develop on some specific lovecraft stories, beside The dream quest of the unknown Kadath for s3 and Through the gate of the silver key for s4... In s2 some aspects reminds me of The repairer of reputation (old, very close friend of a good man have been slowly becoming the leader of a cult that does quite shady things and want the return of an old god, while maintaining a good face to his friend who noticed nothing despite everyone else thinking he’s strange), the dunwich horror (Boy hated by everyone deals all alone with an incredibly powerful entity that only brings destruction, ambiguously helping or stoping it, until at the very end the other characters finally realizes that they have to stop it too), at the mountain of madness (Hero with an affinity for spiritual things discover aliens are a thing, but they’re actually nice. But there’s also something evil those aliens tried to fight and failed, and now it’s after the humans), or The case of Charles Dexter Ward (Well meaning boy brings back his very powerful and evil double-from the past- at first tries to deal with him alone, gets all kind of trauma, asks for help as a last resort and no one understands. Notice it works both for the light/Saiou and Haou/Judai). But for that I actually think it’s more that similar themes (which could be  more likely inspired by typical Cthulhu mythos tropes and stories) leads to similar scenarios than direct references. However, s2 strongly feels like an incredibly good “adaptation” of cthulhu mythos, especially because it deals a lot more with the dehumanization and trauma that are only implied in the stories. I say adaptation because this universe is actually much more vaste than just H.P. lovecraft (and that’s why I say “cthulhu mythos”, because it’s not just him) and, at this point, is more about the tropes and themes than the characters or creatures. Also I want to conclude with insisting that, while the extend of lovecraftian inspiration in S2 is debatable, it’s clear that there’s at least one person behind ygo who has a very good knowledge of cthulhu mythos, and has it as a strong inspiration. Not only in GX, but also in the tcg (outer gods), in zexal (i personnaly have some thoughts about don thousand being based of Nyarlathotep) and in Vrains (tindangles being Tindalos Hounds).

#thanks again im so happy to talk about this ;w; #there are so many things to say about s2 and Saiou #I might try to make some kind of chart someday #I hope it makes sense and is decently pleasing to read! #gx #ask