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Ninth EPPRBCU blog woooooooo. Blog ran by @john-tendrils-exclam-the-eighth, again. The Pallid Mask is called The Stranger, and they use any pronouns.
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The shadows lengthen in Carcosa: Interaction tag
But stranger still is lost Carcosa: Lore tag
Must die unheard in dim Carcosa: Ask tag
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The Stranger wears a large yellow robe, that seems to be made of yellow parchment. It has strips coming off that end in blue. His hands and feet are visible, appearing to wear some kind of golden scaled armour. Their face is obscured by a white ceramic mask, with gold streaks covering it. Galaxies can be seen beneath the eyeholes. She stands at exactly eight foot five and wields a large scythe with a golden blade and stone handle.
The Visitor From Carcosa
The Visitor From Carcosa wears a yellow business suit, with a black tie. He wears a masquerade mask that appears to be made of gold.
His skin appears to be made of old slightly yellow parchment, with all his features expertly drawn on.
Uses he/him.
#ooc#the shadows lengthen in carcosa#but stranger still is lost Carcosa#must die unheard in dim Carcosa#shall dry and die in lost carcosa#the visitor from carcosa
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My latest WIP. Now time to add some yellow...
"Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa."
#the king in yellow#hastur#malevolent#malevolent podcast#eldrich horror#lovecraft#My artwork#My pen and ink scribbles#Wip#lovecraftian horror#lovecraft art
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“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
and strange moons circle through the skies,
but stranger still is
lost Carcosa.”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories
ℌ̔͌̿́͒𝔞́͌̒͆̿͝𝔰̈́̽̀́̓̾𝔱̓̿̈́͘͝͠𝔲͑̈́̈́́͘𝔯̈́͛̀̔͋̽
#robert w chambers#the king in yellow#the yellow sign#cthulhu#lovecraftian#lost carcosa#carcosa#horror#horror stories#james daly#Black and White#palid mask#terror#uncanny#throne
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Strange is the night where black stars rise,//And strange moons circle through the skies,//But stranger still is//Lost Carcosa.
(additional kiy sketches under the cut)
#caption from “the king in yellow” by robert w. chambers#malevolent#malevolent podcast#john malevolent#the king in yellow#kiy malevolent#i barely have time to draw but i want to draw so bad. ugh
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"Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa".
Robert William Chambers, The King in Yellow.
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Eldritch/Cosmic Horror AU: Ink Inkwell
"The most merciful thing in the world, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far." - H.P. Lovecraft
Inkwell, originally Ink, was taken from his modern home by an eldritch beast known as ABERRATION, who turned the shy skeleton into a creature of rot and decay so he could have the strength to save its lost twin, ARCHANGEL. Although its intentions were of goodwill, the following downward spiral shows how much a simple dose of the wrong type of power can ruin a person.
"The Fragments of Reality" is a story of redemption first and foremost, the overall theme is one of atonement and finding oneself beneath a dark smog of gruesome actions.
(Outline is 98% complete, fic continuation soon)
Eldritch Creatures
ABERRATION: Eldritch "Nightmare"
ARCHANGEL: Eldritch "Dream" (deceased)
THE NEON GOD: World parasite
TAZOULOTH: Watcher
CAINSUBYTHAL: Soul Hound
THE KING IN YELLOW: Bearer of madness and damnation, the possessor of the eight eldritch terrors
ALDARNOTH: Tunneler between worlds
TYTO: The night
YOG ELARBASTOTH: Bearer of death and finality
YOG RYNORATH: Bearer of primordial existence and apparition
CARNHOLT: Alchemist
DAGON: Lark of decay and rot
CARCOSA: Harbinger of fatality
(Place your bets on who cursed Inkwell)
Inkwell
"I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and amount those who are still men." - H.P. Lovecraft
Inkwell himself goes through multiple character evolutions throughout his story. The references shown here are at the peak of his arc, showcasing his uncontrollable rot, creature companions, and the full effects of the curse.
Though being a multiverse hopper, he becomes unable to use all he's seen as warning for others, and instead a telling of the future. When common inhabitants approach him, all Inkwell can see is the dead and rotting face of what awaits the unfortunate soul.
There is no light at the end of his mission, no joy at the obtainment of ABERRATION's goal, only the nothingness of the infinite dark, and the creatures that lie beyond and between.
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"I spent too long hearkening to the whispers that brushed against my skull, carving their call of purpose and fulfillment. Becking with black tendrils and seafoam eyes. I heed the call like some desperate dog with its leash loose and its tail broken.
Even now I still chase those whispers and phantoms, as useless as it may be. I have chased for so long that I have become one of them, a ghost, a creature of foreign realm, a bad omen to not be spoken of.
Do not be the dog Cross, do not chase the murmurs against your skull, do not heed to the blackened tendrils and ceaseless eye. Turn around. Before death and decay follow your every step." - Inkwell
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(Ask and fanart are welcome)
(Inspired by SCP and H.P. Lovecraft)
(In collab with @sunlit-witch 's 50/50 au (Equiverse). Huge thanks to them, @phinix53 , and @pastelaspirations for letting me brainstorm and hash out ideas.)
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Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
_Cassilda's Song ,in The King in Yellow, Act 1 Scene 1
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The King in Yellow
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act i, Scene 2.
– Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow. Guternberg link.
The Sith in Yellow
The edges of the object lit up in yellow, the outer pieces lifting off and whizzing in a synchronised dance. A yellow-tinged hologram appeared above the inner core, about thirty centimetres tall. Tattered robes covered the figure’s body. Fastened to their face was a mask that gave the appearance of a stiffened corpse. The apparition lifted its head and began to speak:
"Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa."
Twin Suns? What planet was it referring to? Tatooine?
Luke racked his brains. He had studied galaxy maps in detail as a child, determined to prepare for his career as a pilot. But nowhere on the most obscure map did he hear of a planet named 'Carcosa'.
"Strange is the night where the black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa."
Black stars? Black holes? The Death Star was one strange moon—was it talking about Alderaan? No, that didn't make sense—Vader existed long before the Death Star was built.
"Songs that the Rain-Bearers sing with,
Where flap the tatters of the Sith,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa."
There wasn't much rain on Tatooine. But neither was there on many other planets. Tatoo myths were filled with Rain-Bearers, but never the word 'Sith'.
"Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa."
Grief without tears? Those turns of phrase riddled Tatoo funeral songs. Carcosa had to be an old name for Tatooine.
Yes, strange sentences here and there, they mirrored songs Beru sung, poems from the middle of folk tales her own mother had told while weaving cloaks of bantha fur, and odd gestures the hologram made that reminded him of motions in Tusken sign language.
As the voice continued, Luke concluded it was telling a story. He felt the weight of a world once cherished die from greed and invasion; the legacy of slavery and the fight to be free. And grief, not just of a loved one but of a whole planet once lush and green now rendered into a shadow of what it once was.
It commonly held that Tatooine was a desert when humans arrived, but the stories and legends in Tusken folklore said otherwise.
There was more, lurking behind the story, the edge of a maddening thought, but every time it came near, an old word in High Basic would distract him and knock it from his grasp.
Read the rest on Ao3.
#star wars fanfiction#cosmic horror#eldritch horror#Robert W. Chambers#The King in Yellow#the sith in yellow#my wriiting#luke skywalker#carcosa
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I've been reading The King In Yellow, and I felt compelled to make this.
[The words, in case you can't read my handwriting:]
[1: Hey!]
[2: Hey! How's it going?]
[1: Well, I read the book you mentioned.]
[2: Oh, The King In Yellow? Do you like it?]
[1: Oh, yeah, it's great!]
[2: Nice!]
[1: Cassilda is such a compelling character!]
[2: W-what?]
[1: I can't wait to get to the second act. I bet it gets even BETTER!]
[Strange is the night where black stars rise,]
[And strange moons circle through the skies]
[But stranger still is]
[Lost Carcosa.]
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So the song repeatedly sung in the Lucien novel refers to a “yellow king” and it just hit me… that’s the other name for HASTUR, one of the Lovecraftian elder gods.
And if you’re up on your Lovectaftian lore (which I know you are), The King in Yellow is a two-act play. Early on, we have this song:
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
AND WHAT DOES CARCOSA SOUND LIKE? Hm?
Later, we also get this exchange:
Camilla: You, sir, should unmask.
Stranger: Indeed?
Cassilda: Indeed, it's time. We have all laid aside disguise but you.
Stranger: I wear no mask.
Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask!
A good chunk of the story is about Lucien putting on a show until he’s lying to himself. Until he becomes exactly the monster he claimed he wasn’t.
And then there’s the fact that Act Two deals with protagonists reading the play The King in Yellow and describing people going mad in the process. HM?
And I know all of this is intentional because Roux’s written Lovecraftian lore based stories like well fucking done.
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Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa
~Robert W Chambers
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i am gonna ask you about hastur....
Takes a deep breath in.. OK weird rant with many typos below
Ok so before I tell u abt hastur/xastur/they who shall not be named/ect and carcosa you first need to read this poem. It will make sense in a bit
"Along the shore the cloud waves break,The twin suns sink behind* the lake,The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,And strange moons circle through the skiesBut stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa."
In the story of Hastur there is a playwrite/script they wrote called The King in Yellow which is banned by most governments because it's believed to "change people." Many who read this book go insane and most who seek out the book are lost souls or artists.
Hastur is an eldritch being that is also a star called Carcosa that drifts through space. Carcosa is considered a dead place filled with lost souls of distinguished artists who were post or never recognized ect ect. Hence why lost souls go to die in Carcosa.
Hastur can control where Carcosa goes and get stronger with each new followers they gain. Carcosa is a star like the sun but has cities and stuff on it. Its even cooler when you realize the sun is pretty close to being an eldritch horror already. I.e. it screams but no one can hear it, it lives a long time but is not immortal, being exposed to it for too long is dangerous, itm will eventually die and kill us all, it has several fires limbs that extend, ect ect.
Unlike most eldritch beings Hastur in the original text is only really seen once? Where he comforts an artist that lost their way and welcome them to carcosa. Inna way they can be seen as a bit more sympathetic/kinder than most beings. This is probably because their loyal subjects are very like-minded and similar to them.
A lot of members are artisans/artists in their own ways. Actors, hairdressers, painters, architects ect.
Hastur has many names but no description besides wearing yellow. They have no defined gender either. They are also often deacribed as a jester or wearing jesters clothing and drama masks
A common way Hastur is portrayed is a bit haughty and arrogant. They speak in playwrites and poems and come off very eloquent is not a bit pretentious. To Carcosians however they can understand them perfectly.
When a new member joins Hatur they wear yellow and drama masks. Some believe that Hatur can control you mind the minute you put the mask on. Others say that he can't and the obedience comes from the cuts respect for Hastur. (Check out Suckers for loves take on hatur I love it)
Your face is believed to stretch and morph to fit the mask you are given and that it's impossible to take it off without ripping off your face.
Hastur is believed to be more powerful in light or not even have a true body. Some think Hastur is an illusion that only shows up in bright area and dissappears during the day. Furthermore as long as sunlight is in a room, Hastur can appear.
There just so much I love about them. I've read their book and even read all of HP Lovecrafts written works (fuck HP Lovecraft though. Pirate his shit he's a fucked up dude) along with several worls based off his stuff.
Other cool Lovecrafts I adore besides Cthulu are Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, The Nameless Mist, Yog Sothoth.
However do keep in mind these monsters are incomprehensible. They have no true personality and are all up to interpretation so here's my interpretation. The best part about these monsters is that because they rely on interpretation you can change them to how you like. Hence why I have many Carcosian and Hastur OCS, they have to be one of my fave eldritch gods sorry if they rant made no sense at all I just have so many feelings
#not writing#not requests#snowtombed#monster mc#hastur#carcosa#eldritch rambles#fuck hp lovecraft#he had a story where there was this konster and the monster was just somw mexican werewolf#more emphasis on him being a mexican ofc like ???#also dont look up his cats name
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Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
The King in Yellow, "Cassilda's Song" comes from Act I, Scene 2 Robert W. Chambers
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Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
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Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
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The King in Yellow - Robert Chambers
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act I, Scene 2
(I probably shouldn't open a review with lines from a play that has such ill effects on people, but the excerpts from the play were my favorite parts.)
I have done homework for this review, which I now share with you: In about 1887, Gustave Nadaud writes a poem called "Carcassonne" (available online here) about a man dying before he sets eyes on the city of his heart's desire. This inspires Lord Dunsany to write a short story of the same name (included in A Dreamer's Tales), William Faulkner to write a short story of the same name (available in These Thirteen), and, apparently, Ambrose Bierce to write a short story called "An Inhabitant of Carcosa" (available in Can Such Things Be?).
Bierce's story in turn inspires Robert W. Chambers to write a collection of short stories called A King in Yellow (a review of which you are now reading), in which the first four interlocking stories follow the repercussions of a fictional play also called A King in Yellow set in the theoretically still fictional Carcosa. Which in turn inspired H.P. Lovecraft to do something I haven't finished researching yet. Which has apparently spawned a whole cottage industry of books about the king in yellow and Carcosa (just judging by what I'm seeing on Amazon, here). So this is a literary iceberg we're standing on.
The Repairer of Reputations
The first story stars a Mr. Hildred Castaigne, convalescing from a concussion, poor man. The story shines in the first part for the sheer 'what on earth am I reading?' reaction it provokes, but half that reaction comes from the fact that the book was written in 1895 and describes a utopia (complete with a nasty little bit of racism) imagined in 1920. The other half comes from Mr. Castaigne, (view spoiler).
The Mask
The second story stars a character mentioned briefly in the first story, Boris Yvain, and narrator Alec. I think of this one as a retelling (view spoiler). I rather enjoyed this one.
In the Court of the Dragon
This one stars an unnamed narrator and only names a Monseigneur C____. It is therefore difficult to say the exact links, but I have my suspicions.
The Yellow Sign
The fourth story stars Jack Scott (from the second story), an organist who may or may not be from the third story, as well as (view spoiler), and references the events of the first story. This is the most horrific story of the quartet.
The Demoiselle D'ys
Starring Philip and Jean D'ys. No links to other stories, but a pretty tragedy.
The Prophets' Paradise
A little bit of experimental fiction that didn't really work for me, although the words were strung together nicely enough; it might be better understood as poetry.
The Street of the Four Winds
The last four stories also form a quartet, but they have nothing to do with Carcosa or the horror genre. This first of the four stars Severn and Sylvia Elven. I kind of this one, because Severn is the kind of man who will feed a hungry cat better than he feeds himself.
The Street of the First Shell
This one also has a Sylvia, and a Jack Trent? Annoyed. Long war story. Skipped.
The Street of Our Lady of the Fields
Americans studying in Paris. Romance. Officially bored now. Barely skimmed.
Rue Barree
Same Americans (different set), still a romance. Skimmed.
Overall, this was really a 2.5 for me (as a 200 page book that took me over a week to read). But I'm glad I read it for the sake of all the allusions I'm sure I've been missing and will now be able to understand. So it's got that going for it. And looking back I really did like the first four stories and a couple of the later ones, for all that the book was a slog. Rounding up.
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