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uhhhhhhh she unknown on my dream quest until I kadath or whatever the fuck I painted this in one sitting late last night
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ive been thinking about this question for a while so i wanted to make a poll and see other people’s opinions:
reblog for himb
do it for he ^
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Iä, the King in Yellow comes!
Dedicated to @late-to-the-magnus-archives @sepiabandensis and @sparklyandheroic, for writing my favorite fanfiction of all times and helping me be freely creative again. I can never thank you enough <3
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Masquarade
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A mask of my own face,
I'd wear that
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LOVECRAFTOBER: DAY TWENTY-THREE: HASTUR
The King in Yellow, The Unspeakable One
Affiliation: The Court of Yog-Sothoth
A fan favorite makes his debut! Hastur, the King in yellow is finally on the scene at last!
The design for Hastur was taken from the fact he is often shown manipulating artists or involved in the arts, so I felt he fashioned himself after classical Greek statues, wearing a mask to help give the appearance of one who is vain with appearances. Also, has arms for days and can manifest just as many.
The Golden sun of the Court of Yog-Sothoth, the most active and powerful spawn of Yog, Hastur takes immense pride in how he conducts his business and mortal followers, spreading his sign across the universe. Known to be a bit of a show-off, not taking things seriously at times, and obsessed with well...himself, sometimes he can come off as annoying to some of the older horrors out there. Very defensive of his kin though and does not hesitate to throw down with elder gods when he's in a full fury.
Just don't mention a certain someone's name or he can get very depressed and upsetti very quick....
#Live Laugh and Lovecraft#Hastur#The king in yellow#Lovecraft Mythos#Lovecraft Mythology#Lovecraft AU#the king has arrived!
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unironically, if the king in yellow were real, i 100% without hesitation would be one of his cultists. sorry guys i guess i’m just built different.
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Danny Phantom eldritch AU
So I just had this idea randomly while laying there getting stabbed repeatedly (electrolysis) and tbh I haven't put much thought into it beyond that but hey i figured why not share it:
AU of Dany Phantom where instead of ghosts, it's more eldritch stuff inspired by the Lovecraft mythos and adjacent material
Maddie and Jack are the classic archetype of "investigators tormented by the eldritch knowledge they've learned"
But hey on the bright side that knowledge lets them figure out how to make things that would otherwise be impossible
Instead of trying to make a portal, they were trying to make a device to seal a portal/dimensional rift
Danny still gets caught in an unintentional activation of the device his parents were making, like in the original
But instead of becoming a half-ghost, he has eldritch energy stuff from the rift sorta stapled into him
He isn't technically human anymore, but he can shape himself into an approximately human body well enough that he's just a little unsettling to look at instead of visibly monstrous so he can still act like a normal(ish) person
Technically any other similarly intelligent eldritch entity probably could do the same pretending-to-be-human thing too, but Danny having been a human kid for his whole life before that means it's a lot easier for him
Instead of "going ghost" he just kinda... unfurls his eldritch-y-ness
He probably struggles a bit to "detransform" actually, since his human form is more like a disguise than a fully distinct form he can switch between
I guess the ghosts would be replaced by the more minor entities from the mythos? I'm not super familiar with a lot of the mythos stuff tbh
and maybe dealing with human cultists too
The story's version of Amity Park probably takes a bunch of inspiration from Innsmouth
Oh that just made me think "The Shadow Over Amity Park" could be a fun title for this maybe
#danny phantom#au#danny phantom au#lovecraft mythos#dp crossover#dp prompt#dp crossover prompt#there are so many potentially valid ways of writing these tags i have no idea what i'm doing#which tag wordings are standard? which are rare? heck if i know
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"Did you really get so invested in Malevolent that you researched the Lovecraft gods featured in it to gain more insight only to end up spiraling down a rabbit hole and becoming obsessed with Lovecraftian gods". Noooooooo. Wrong❕
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Hark! What’s this? The Yellow King has broken into our world in the form of… an adorable enamel pin?
Now, I was initially going to hold off on selling this little guy but I’m being encouraged (since it’s the holidays) to consider selling a few immediately (sadly this would only be for the United States, as shipping internationally would DEFINITELY not make it before the new year). This would be a limited run time wise to get things out quickly, and then sales would reopen again in the new year, and include shipping to Canada.
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Fill prompt for/inspired by this post by @unboundprompts. Saw it and knew what I had to write. Still got a bit away from me.
BTW if you see this, do me a favor. I'm gonna reblog this post with some links to my friend @actualblanketgremlin's stuff. Stella is the one who made Sadie and they're letting me borrow her, see. They've been having a really rough time lately so if you can spare some money or need to buy some pretty, handmade stuff [especially wood-burned boxes], check the links out? And reblog that version of the post if you can.
Okay it's Cthulhu Mythos time again here we go.
A terrible thing, silence. Unnatural, like things moving around in the dark skies over the city. Nothing but predators wandering in late hours. Laying in bed, Sadie waited, listening to the empty air.
Chicago wasn’t like this. Chicago knew how to breathe at night. Chicago knew how to bleed. It even wept, sometimes. Of course it did. Everyone wept there, bodies piling in the streets in the street wars between smiling, scarred men in their expensive, wide-legged suits. Even now, after she left, the papers told it all - the country crumbling into pieces with the banks that failed them.
Arkham didn’t bleed, or breathe, or sleep. How did anyone get sleep in this town? Didn’t anyone feel it? Didn’t anyone know? Something had gone wrong. Something was alive, but not alive. Something was… dead, but not, and not in some strange in-between either, something she couldn’t wrap her head around… But should. In her bones, or beneath them, somehow, she should, she wanted to, she did not ever want to, understand.
Beautiful city, Arkham. Some of the buildings dated back to a few years after Salem’s founding. Walking through the city, you walked through the past. Someone’s else past. Her past. (Had she gone mad already?)
Laying in bed, curled up so safe under the blankets, she listened to empty air.
She waited, and listened.
Here, on the second floor, she could hear the young man in the attic quite well, when he walked around. Who he was, she didn’t know. A student at Miskatonic University by his uniform, dark hair, white skin. He avoided her. But the whispers from the other renters, they said he’d asked for the attic, because of its history.
A strange man, in a strange house, in a strange town…
Sadie closed her eyes, and listened. Why did I come here, she thought, why did I come here.
And above, a chair squeaked. Above a man stepped and stalked around the room. Above something mumbled and it wasn’t the man at all.
If she listened she’d understand the hissing, grumbling whispers. If she just listened closely enough, she’d understand. Sadie entwined her hands into her curly hair and clenched her eyes shut tighter with focus. Focused on the scratching scrambling clawing sounds that came between her breaths, focused on that faint masculine voice that dragged out between creaking, groaning, ancient wood.
Focused on it. Focused and listened.
The voice that was not the man who lived upstairs chattered and chuckled. Sharp claws dug into old familiar routes in the wooden walls. Cat soft footsteps. Creaking wood, creaking house, creaking doors.
Doors? She’d closed her door.
Sadie lay still in her bed, and did not move. Sadie lay there and listened to the clawing catlike footsteps. The breathing of a man that wasn’t. She listened to the words but had stopped. But now in the pit of her stomach and the base of her neck she knew, if the words began again, she’d hear, she’d understand.
Why did she listen?
She had to listen.
And when the voice spoke, she listened well.
“Goode be your name but not your blood, you are no child of Salem. Deeper stains run through your line than clever human magic. I smell it. She knows it. But do you?”
Within the darkness the creature laughed.
“You must. Would you listen to me elsewise? Poor orphan you are. Do you know the shell of which you’ve glimpsed? You fear the dark, for the horrors it hides, but it is the day which shelters the most dreadful of them all.”
Sadie opened her lips to speak.
“Be you wise and hear me now, Sadie Goode: you have not angered that which you have challenged, merely raised a terrible curiosity. You are known to him, our great master, as were your parents before you. It falls to you now, to decide your fate, and to decide with haste, for it was only a mistake that you escaped his sight.”
The voice deepened, darkened as the skies overhead.
“Your parents knew him. Do you think we could not tell the child of one of our own? No witch-child you are, but your parents served him well. How else would you be so blessed? But if they earned his wrath, and you follow in their steps, you will earn their punishment, three times three.”
And the darkness shifted and shivered with her body.
“Beware, Sadie Goode. Beware the mistress of this house, legend you may think she is. Beware the friends you keep, the enemies you make, the strangers on the street. And beware, my dear, beware yourself most of all -- for you have gained the interest of the Crawling Chaos, and you may gain more unmeaning. And there is no greater danger in all the planets in all the universe than to become a favorite of our god, Nyarlathotep.”
Sadie listened, and listened, and listened. And the claws sunk into wood, and the door hinged creaked, and the house breathed around her again. And she did not move, she did not open her eyes. Listened to the house shifting, and birds waking, and the strangers stirring in their beds unknowing, as the sun’s return brought Arkham back to life.
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Tentacles in the dark (Roland Brown, Different Worlds 19 “Special Cthulhu Issue,” Chaosium, February 1982)
#Call of Cthulhu#Roland Brown#tentacles#tentacle monster#HP Lovecraft#Lovecraft mythos#Chaosium#Different Worlds#Lovecraft#horror#full moon#1980s#horror gaming
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"Portrait Of Madame Darkness"
#cthulhu mythos#lovecraft#lovecraft mythos#art#digital art#digital painting#darkness#artists on tumblr#small artist#nyarlathotep#the nameless mist#portrait#portfolio
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last old god for now :)
#my art#hp lovecraft#h p lovecraft#cosmic horror#old gods#lovecraftian#lovecraft mythos#cthulhu mythos#nyarlathotep
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Les Edwards, “Bishop of Ximes”
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