#verse: lovecraft

[msommers]

“No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.”

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#verse: lovecraft #ch: spencer thompson #ch: mandy thompson #ch: daphne fairchild #ch: beth walker #ch: allegra gilbert #ch: aurora alcott #others ocs #bc ezra is nancy's 😘 #graphic #graphic: spencer #ok so i've finally finished the thing #i started it probably over a month ago and kept losing the energy but here we are!!! #i gave the three new girlies tags but who knows if they'll ever show up again i just needed some connections #the caption quote is also a l*vecraft quote just bc. yeah. the whole setting and vibe and i wanted to match the first image #it was originally gonna be some spencer talking entry but i wrote like 3 different versions and hated each one so nvm #anyway i hate writing things like bios n shit so this was torture but i think it looks cute in the end so <3333 post time #instead of overthinking another 24 hours #if there are any mistakes or wonkness simply don't tell me bc i can't look at this anymore 💜

[carionto]

So uhh... we found something really, REALLY strange

As the tectonic activity continues to shift ever more chaotically across the globe, randomly elevating or crumbling parts of mountains, opening up fissures and expanding fault lines, not to mention all the volcanic eruptions, to say it is important to monitor the inner workings of Earth would be a criminal understatement.

On the remains of what used to be Hawaii, now a singular landmass, lies a monitoring station closest to the epicenter of the Fusion Detonation Event, some 400km away. Seismographer and tectonics expert Joannie du'Preeste was finalizing this months deep level mapping of the area of detonation and directly below to give the algorithm-driven disaster prediction model at least an above 50% accuracy rate for this month.

Typical readings, increase in magma outflow, collapses of internal caverns, formation of new ones, and irregular shifts from the various efforts to stymie and direct the disastrous plate movements. Now that Humanity and Earth were properly back in dimensional space instead of in-between, some additional hectic activity in the form of directional nuclear detonation had been performed for the upcoming plan of "plug the hole with a large piece of another planet or moon".

They've selected Sycorax by the way, just waiting for it to get further away from Uranus in its irregular orbit, hook it up to several Dreadnoughts and haul it over to Earth and gently plop it in the hole. It is about the right size and nobody will miss it if it doesn't work.

Anyway, as she pondered the likely inevitable yet another calamitous event we'll be willingly conducting, the mapper finished its work.

At first, more of the same chaos as usual, but something at the back of her mind said to glance closer at the density readings from the deepest level measurements. With not much else to do today before the work day ends, she highlighted the appropriate levels, and as she started to remove clutter data, a shape began to emerge.

A tendril.

While scans and maps often show things that our minds interpret as something already familiar to us, once you look at each individual part, you see that it is just a coincidence. The brain wants to see what it knows to make sense of the unknown, life would be too complicated and overstimulating otherwise.

No mistake, however. As she removed more of the clutter and focused in on the object, there was no mistaking its resemblance to a biological structure. Hints of veins, pores, hairs, scales, needles, eyes... seemingly everything you could find on the surface layer of a creature was there, or parts of it anyway. Composition-wise it was more of the same silicates and such compounds found within the mantle. But... denser, more concentrated, almost deliberately shaped.

She quickly loaded up older data and after a bit of filtering and comparing, sure enough, the same tendril-like structure is there, just a little closer to the regular density levels of the surrounding. Even years old data provided similar results, though you could only find the shape if you already knew it was there.

Loading up the oldest records she had access to from around 300 years ago revealed the same, just even less distinguishable from the surrounding materials.

The scans don't go deep enough to show what the tendril leads to, if anything, but what is it? How did it get there? Why is something clearly biological in structure within the mantle layer? And if it does continue, how far? Does the core of the planet itself house some impossible creature? If so... what does that mean? For Earth? For Humanity? For the Universe? This is way above Joannie's pay grade and expertise, way past her regular waking hours as well at this point, and way too big to know how or if to reveal any information to the public. Some higher ups can have a headache instead.

Maybe the Coalition aliens know something similar.

Maybe this is all a big load of nothing and she just imagined it all.

Yeah.

That'd be nice.

Wouldn't it be nice if Cthulu wasn't potentially real?

#humanity fuck yeah #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #lovecrafian #fiction #short story #story #I'm not gonna tease and slow burn this #I suggested Cthulu exists in this verse so gotta advance that #how is this gonna work? dunno #I should probably read Lovecrafts works huh #cuz right now i'm just improving eldritch beings #also just casually dooming a moon to a pointless death #carionto

[muttakutagawa]

its going to be a long walk home

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #portrait of a gallery #bsd oc #bsd ocs #bungou stray dogs oc #sigcraft #bsd sigma #sigma #sigma bsd #lovecraft bsd #bsd lovecraft #lovecraft #hp lovecraft #stray cats verse #oc: slava lovecraft #plot relevant #story tags tba #bsd shipkid #bsd lovechild #bsd fankid #bsd nextgen

[stillgrows]

@decomposited

A flood of information. Violence, terror, apathy, disconnect, void, all of it connecting and intermingling with even more words than Sigma could think to describe, a horrible torrent, a gaping wound, a tsunami higher than they could see, pulling the world out from under them, their world out from under them, and they were so small, and he knew what they had agreed to, and they were drowning———

Silence. Stillness. Those were the first two things Sigma was aware of. The flood of panic was sequestered to the back of their mind; they were aware of it, of the weight of it, lurking there, pressing and seeking any weakness it could find and threatening to take them over again. But their defenses held—the same defenses that landed them here.

They should have been dead. It was possible they were dead, they supposed. They never had any thoughts about what would come after, even when faced with it. But they didn't think they were dead. They were floating—or were they falling? Drowning again. Panic surged through them once more, the air leaving their lungs in a thoughtless, terrified gasp, bubbles rising upward. They flailed, desperately seeking the surface.

They broke through, coughing and gasping, clearing water that wasn't there from their lungs. Beneath them was the water, its surface solid and smooth despite the ripples. It reflected the starry sky above like a mirror, but their reflection was nowhere to be found. They stood on unsteady feet, not trusting the ground they couldn't see. From this angle, with the stars reflected so clearly on the water they looked to be beneath the surface, it looked like the thick glass floor in the center of the casino.

But there were no stars below. There was the earth and the twinkling lights of cities far below the Sky Casino there, and here there were stars caught in the deep sea.

Sigma's mind was moving slow, still groggy from the onslaught of information their ability had pulled from Dostoevsky, and it was only now that they realized that the improbability of it all made sense in only one context: a dream. The impossibility, the rationalizing... this was a dream, and they—

A quick look-around revealed one part of the dream their mind was doing its best not to parse, or not create. Shadows. The depths of the sea made solid. A current ran a chill through their bones, and for a moment they thought they could see a faint cloud of their breath before it was gone. There was a presence there, just out of sight. They could feel it, even if they couldn't see it.

This may have been a dream, but they were not alone.

"Who are you?" they asked, voice sounding braver and more sure than they felt. Their fists clenched at their sides, manicured nails digging into their palms to steady their shake.

#sigma // in character #decomposited #lovecraft // decomposited #bsd // verse #haha hi please do not match length. i am begging you. i am sorry i am insane. #listened to evil star by king gizzard while writing this btw

[doomed-jester]

Hey, we're bringing back spidersonas, right? Because I've got an eldritch Spider-Girl who I think is really neat

#spider man #spiderman #spider girl #spidersona #venom #symbiote #Lovecraft #horror #superhero #comic #comics #fan art #Spider-Verse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #marvel

[comradeacerbus]

"Ten Thousand Faces"

by Katya You, Forbidden seeker, can’t you hear the dripping?Filthy vagrant, can’t you hear their weeping? Close-minded fiend, can’t you see the green mirror sea, or the sun so weirdly gleaming? As you wander this forsaken paradise, this profane kingdom, searching for Aught that Should Not Be,  He who has left The One who lays infested  and dead in the deep there… …Listen not to…

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#ah yes weird #cosmic horror #free verse poetry #horror #lovecraft #lovecraftian #nyalathotep #poetry #side hobby

[eventheodds]

@millionsnife

"You sure that camera will last in the cold?"

Meryl looks up at the one who's speaking to her, a scowl on her face. Daniel. Or Danny as the others call him.

She just calls him Daniel, but whenever she says his name, it's without any camaraderie or warmth. He's teased her since the beginning of this expedition, the others doing nothing to intervene as they believe it's all harmless fun.

Being sent so far from base, or any semblance of a commune at all, can be quite taxing, as they had been reminded time and time again over the Bernardelli news feed. Meryl truly wonders how there's any signal out here that can catch said station without dissolving into pure static. It's really not her department, of course.

Roberto is in charge of communications, making sure that their equipment is functional and operational in such extreme circumstances. He calls her Newbie and it grates on her nerves as much as Daniel's teasing, but at least Roberto is honest.

"It'll do fine," she snaps and she can tell that Daniel has got a retort at the ready.

"Why'd they send a journalist out here is beyond me," he says with an upturn of his upper lip. And there it is.

"The Bernardelli's wish for transparency concerning this expedition and want the public to know what is going on considering this location, as far as it may be from any human settlement, remains a mystery. You could even say, given my role in this expedition, that I'm the eyes and ears and mouth of this group—it's my job to report back any findings while out here. So, to sum up, this is why they sent a journalist."

She can hear snickering behind them, and when she looks beyond Daniel, she can see the rest of their team trying to hold in their laughter but failing miserably. Meryl thinks she catches a smirk on Roberto's lips.

—

She just knew that Daniel would find a way to get back at her. Even if this was all purely coincidental, just some fluke, it makes her feel a little better placing the blame on him. She never liked him to begin with and the feeling has always seemed mutual.

"Very funny, Daniel!" Her voice echoes throughout the ice-covered cave, but there's a sharpness to it as her voice bounces off the walls before disappearing further and further into the depths. There's no response back and Meryl feels unsettled with each step she takes.

She thinks about retracing her steps, thinks she can remember where they came from, but something stops her dead in her tracks. A sharp gasp leaves her as she raises her camera and starts clicking away, pressing the button and rewinding the film after each click.

Meryl had not noticed them before, she'd been too panicked to even have a proper look, but once she saw the organic markings from within the ice, markings that were etched with such precision upon the rock formation underneath, she knew she had found what the others had missed.

"They're real...," her voice is but a breath, air leaving her lips with each word spoken as she takes a step closer to one of the ice pillars so she can get a better look.

From the corner of her eye, she notices...something.

Maybe a trick of the light, since the cave isn't completely enclosed, and whatever light from the dual suns overhead has managed to filter its way into here, but it moves with purpose as opposed to anything gradual. When she turns, it disappears. And when she looks back at the markings, she can see it from the corner of her eye again.

It toys with her, like whoever, or whatever, this light belongs to knows she's there. It senses her presence.

#millionsnife #john carpenter's the thing meets lovecraft's at the mountains of madness #lets goooooooo #verse: ice planet au tbt

[thewyrdsidepodcast]

I humbly ask (from the ask meme), 25 - where did you get the idea for your show from and what made you want to create it?

Hi! Thank you so so much for sending the ask!

Okay so, the idea for the show actually started all the way back when I ran a Monster of the Week campaign for my regular TTRPG group set in a folkloric inspired urban fantasy UK boarding school. The world sparked a lot of different stories until Alex and I were listening to The Lovecraft Investigations and we both fell in love with the medium and wanted to try our hand at it. After listening to more amazing shows like The Silt Verses and The Magnus Archives, we decided that it shouldn’t just be a pipedream and set about creating The Wyrd Side, and now over two years later, here we are. I can’t speak for Alex, but the sheer joy and adventure inherent in making something like this really made me want to create The Wyrd Side and those feelings have not stopped! -Finn

#audio drama #podcast #audiodrama #folk horror #new weird #podcasts #the lovecraft investigations #tma #horror #the silt verses

[celestialdetected]

I am thinking about monster Arawn again. He wouldn't know he's a monster at first. And he wouldn't know how he became one. Surely he wasn't born like this right? He would've felt the feathers, the spines growing under his skin. He would've noticed the extra teeth, or the way he can see farther than he should, has better periphrial.

He would've noticed....right?

#usually i'd just make a vampire verse but vampire doesn't fit arawn #he's too radiant based for that #so lovecraft meets biblically accurate angel it is #also no he would not have noticed because he's oblivious about himself

[msommers]

the thing about spencer is that she’s essentially a mini mandy in the way that they’re both sleuths with a side of rogue to them, but i think it’s very funny if bethany is nothing like daisy. daisy stuck to her books and relied on mystic powers when it came to defense, smashcut to her descendant beth who’s kicking down doors and rushing into fights instead of doing the proper research and hiding behind allies

#verse: lovecraft #the reason i have a daisy descendant alongside a mandy one is bc i've used the dream-eaters plot thread for this verse #and i subscribe to the idea that daisy was the seeker in the waking world and mandy was the one dream walking #so it's fun to imagine they were friends up until mandy's disappearance & daisy just kept close with the thompson's after that #so now there's a fun mirror of a new generation of thompson and walker pals investigating the spooky #well spence is investigating. beth is just throwing hands #and this is as much development as i'll do for another 2 months or smth lmao

[brooklynislandgirl]

{Meme} {!!} – ❝What the Hell did you do? What the Hell did you just do?❞

A Bleak Spiral || Accepting

"Is...is not wha' it looks like." She's seen and read enough true crime to know that's what everyone says, even if in this case it is the honest truth. Sure, she can understand she looks rumpled ~she's been awake for four days~ and there is a severed limb in her hand. Her other hand is occupied with a knife of bone, likewise bloody. And maybe the craziest thing is that she's small and she is scrawny, but looking at the grime and slickness coating her...how can this be anything else? If she answers him, he'll think she's crazy. Worse than the way he thinks it now, staring at her as if she's the horrific thing to be afraid of. He must not have seen the fight or the nature of her very being. Not many people do, and the ones who would understand are hard pressed on a different battlefront. "I don't suppose...dat if I offered to buy you some coffee an' mebbe explain...dat you would considah coming wi' me, first....not screamin' second or...f'get you an' me were evah here?"

#swxpped #tbd|Alexsander Lovecraft #tbd|Alex and Beth #tbd|verse #tbd|location

[muttakutagawa]

snake pit (the shibusawas are brumating)

#reptile sleepy months <3 #theyll wake up again once its warm #bungo stray dogs #bsd ocs #bsd fankid #bsd nextgen #bungo stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs oc #bungou stray dogs #bsd shibusawa #shibusawa tatsuhiko #tatsuhiko shibusawa #oc: mina shibusawa-stoker #oc: tatsumi shibusawa-lovecraft #oc: epsilon shibusawa #oc: yukio shibusawa #monstercule #stray cats verse

[1klbsofsilence]

The Call

She wakes at the witching hourto assume her highest powersAs she walks along the sandmoonlight dancing in her handsflesh caressed by the briny breezeshe holds his heart and sings My bonnie lies under the oceanmy bonnie lies under the seamy bonnie lies under the oceantonight I set my bonnie free Clouds roll in, dark and swiftangry waters boil to mistsA thousand souls, she prayedA thousand souls…

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#apocolypse #cthulu #Dark #fanfic\ #free verse #h.p. lovecraft #Horror #lovecraft #poem #poems #Poetry #science fiction

[graphicpolicy]

Ablaze Dives Into Spring With New Graphic Novel Titles for April

Ablaze Dives Into Spring With New Graphic Novel Titles for April #comics #comicbooks #manga

THE MIGHTY BARBARIANS #1 story by Michael Moreci, art by Giuseppe Cafaro · MSRP: $3.99 ·On sale April 19th They’re barbarians. They loot, they plunder, they conquer. That’s what they do, and they do it alone…until NOW! When an unstoppable force starts consuming one world after another, sorceress Morgan Le Fey uses her magic to assemble a team of skull-cracking warriors who must somehow work…

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#ablaze #ablaze manga #aveline stokart #budjette tan #children of the black sun #comic books #Comics #dario sicchio #elles: the elle-verse #florentino florez #giuseppe cafaro #gom-guk #guillermo sanna #h.p. lovecraft #heavenly demon reborn #jacques salomon #kajo baldisimo #kid touissant #letizia cadonici #lovecraft: unkown kadath #manga #michael moreci #o&039;emperor #the mighty barbarians #trese

[comradeacerbus]

HEY KIDS GUESS WHAT

MY POEM IS GETTING INTO A LITERARY MAGAZINE LETS GOOOO Continue reading Untitled

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#author #cosmic horror #free verse poetry #literary journal #literary magazine #lovecraft #lovecraftian #nyalathotep

[hellofromthehallowoods]

"I'm still deciding whether to listen to The Silt Verses or Malevolent or Hello From The Hallowoods or relisten to TMA again, what do I do?” 

Alright. I suggest start with Malevolent, because it’s going to be a relatively short listen through and the fandom is super active. Episodes come out every couple of weeks, which means it’s not too hard to stay current. Prepare for a grittier tone than TMA, and a brilliant writer’s take on the Lovecraft universe minus the racism and misogyny. 

Then try The Silt Verses, which is boldly different from the others. Unlike the rest, you’ll actually be able to finish this one, because there’s two released seasons and a third and final season due later this year. Lots of body horror, unanswered prayers and religious trauma in this indie art film of a story. 

Hello From The Hallowoods is already quite lengthy and releases a new episode every week, so it’s more of an undertaking. Great places to pause are between seasons (E48, where a bunch of plot-relevant bonus episodes show up, and again at E96, same deal). Light on gore, but heavy on exploring homophobia and queer issues. 

I’ll always commend listening to new shows rather than revisiting the same old, (especially when shows like @hinaypod @somewhereohio, @jarofrebukepodcast, @mabelpodcast, Parkdale Haunt, and many more exist for your perusal) but I suspect the best time to revisit your TMA nostalgia will be when the inevitable re-listen parties and events start leading up to the release of The Magnus Protocol. 

#hfth fandom #podcast recs #fiction podcasts #tma #malevolent #the silt verses #tsv #tmp #the magnus protocol #relisten #hfth #hello from the hallowoods #horror podcasts