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Widow’s Walk

Spring 1930

“Her name was Judith, so I gathered. The missing person report reached Arkham before she did. They said she was tall and young and fair, with brown hair left long and bright brown eyes. A dead ringer for the woman shivering on our doorstep. But it was the package she held in her arm that gave it away. Hidden in a cloth wrapped around her whole arm, she clutched it close to her body, and stared at me with wide, haunted eyes. The kind of eyes you see looking back at you from a cage.”

Lazarus Core, a private detective in Arkham, has a new client. She steps in from the rain one night and begs for help. Judith is desperate and afraid. She needs to get to Miskatonic University, she says, claims someone is waiting for her there. But she won't say who. And she won't say who the men following her through the darkness are, if she even knows.

In any other town it would be a safe trip, but Arkham isn't like other towns. The Pharaoh Syndicate keeps a tight curfew, and anyone who breaks it, better have good reason. Whatever Judith's secret, Lazarus can't have her falling into the Syndicate's hands. Better him getting caught than her. Besides, it's another wet night in this wretched city. Syndicate or strangers, nobody's going to be causing trouble tonight, right?

Well… nothing is ever that easy in Arkham…

This story will contain mild transphobia and major body horror. It will also be a blast.

Cast of Characters (so far):

Lazarus Core: private detective, immigrant, a trans man with a bad hand and a lot of regrets

Carmine Mason: black secretary from Chicago, a gentle conwoman gone straight in all ways but one

Judith: a desperate stranger from out of town, a widow who won't return home... but why?

[NOTE: This post will change as the story develops!]

Current Status: in progress

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I'm just curious TBH

Two short stories I'm working on that at about the same point in development. Kind of hoping to see which I should try and finish first? But I want them both done and published within the next two months.

The Smiling Skin is a gothic horror story set in my @runner-owen verse. When his superior suspects an intruder has broken in the Royal Knight Hunters Estate, Owen Rosedown (a detective for hire called a Runner) offers to help. Instead, Prince Aurum locks him away in a half forgotten room, ordering Owen to research the history of the relic within: a piece of framed human leather with a perfect, wide smile in the center...

Widow's Walk is a Lovecraftian detective neo-noir (title pending) set in my Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations project. Just before closing, a woman walks into Arkham's last detective agency and begs for help. Lazarus Core, the last detective on duty, and his best friend Carmine Mason, agree to escort Judith to Miskatonic University. But it's a more dangerous journey than even Judith realizes, and the package she carries will soon be too much for her...

Both stories star trans man MCs, involve varying degrees of body horror, and are more than a little gay 😂 though that's not the main element. Content advisories will be provided as needed.

Reblog?

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Comment that made my day over on itch (from the comments for Lock the Last Door), thank you ❤️

(... Also do you have a link to those other two stories...? 👀 Asking for a friend.)

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eldritch horrors but theyre just extremely mundane things with plastic horns and googly eyes taped to them.

Nyarlathotep but he's phoning it in a bit.

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One of my goals for PSI is to make the reader familiar with the Cthulhu Mythos go "I see what you did there you fuck."

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"But you, Randolph Carter, have braved all things of earth’s dreamland, and burn still with the flame of quest. You came not as one curious, but as one seeking his due, nor have you failed ever in reverence toward the mild gods of earth."

A bit of Nyarlathotep (and Carter) with reference to Eris from Sinbad + a small sketch before this art

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Shoggoth slime ASMR

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LOCK THE LAST DOOR

A Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations Short Story

Spring 1930 It's Arkham. Another abandoned house on the edge of town isn't worth paying attention to. Private detective Lazarus Core wouldn't bother with the place himself, but he's tracking down a runaway, and the trail has led him to this place. But something's wrong with this house. That's clear even before he’s caught sneaking around by his rival. Harlan Thompson is the most dangerous man in the city, leader of the local crime organization called the Pharaoh Syndicate. He knows things. Impossible, sinister things, things no human should know. And he's willing to use this information against his enemies. Harlan shows Lazarus what appears to be a failed ritual and demands Lazarus figure out what happened. Lazarus can't refuse; Harlan’s got his gun. But as music floats through the rooms, and the infestation becomes clear, Lazarus gets the sinking feeling there's more to all of this than he originally expected... A Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations short story. Set in the Cthulhu Mythos, this series focuses on the adventures of Lazarus Core and Carmine Mason as they fight back against the criminal organization controlling Arkham, and face down all the horrific cosmic nightmares that await.. NOTE: This story contains minor mentions of period typical misgendering and sexism.

I should've waited until tomorrow like I planned but I'm impatient.

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Dog Sothoth is more of a joke character than anything - a husky that happens to be an avatar of an eldritch god of knowledge, but there ain't a thought in that head, and all that. And yet, at some point, I really want to channel the dog from the thing with him

y'know

The Thing

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I can't just reuse the black pharaoh

I probably can't make him explicitly middle eastern/Egyptian

I mean I could but that's dangerous waters considering he's the villain in this story I'm working on

But at the same time it bugs me that the three leads of this story are all white rn

I can't do anything about one of them but the other two...

The challenge with designing a human avatar for Nyarlathotep is designing a human avatar for Nyarlathotep

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The challenge with designing a human avatar for Nyarlathotep is designing a human avatar for Nyarlathotep

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THE DARKNESS IN OLD BELLBLACK

The Darkness in Old Bellblack's cover is live! Check it out!

“You can't have her!” October 1930 Arkham, Massachusetts When the most powerful criminal in the city walks into a detective agency, only trouble can follow. Lazarus Core looks into O'Tipp’s eyes and half expects to be shot. He'd deserve it. Lazarus and his best friend Sadie have been getting in O'Tipp's way for months. But the syndicate leader has a different purpose for this visit: He wants Lazarus’s help. O'Tipp, a follower of the “Old Ways”, sends Lazarus into the abandoned Bellblack Asylum. A former sanitarium, closed for 20 years prior, Lazarus knows nothing about it. O'Tipp claims a book has been left within it, a book he cannot claim on his own. And he says that Lazarus must get it without Sadie. It's clearly a trap. Lazarus and Sadie are sure of that. Disobedience seems the best choice; Sadie joins Lazarus on the midnight search. It's a choice Lazarus regrets. Something takes Sadie. It speaks with her voice. It knows his name. And Lazarus must save his best friend from it.

Get it free! Or pay what you want.

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My Lovecraftian horror novelette, THE DARKNESS IN OLD BELLBLACK, is out! The first in my Pharaoh Syndicate Investigation series is here!

Get it over on itchio!

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Small note: I'm already planning another PSI [Lovecraft Mythos] story. I'm just trying to decide which to write next...

I will write both, I just don't know which first.

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Pop-Sothoth

*nods sagely*

Pop-Rocks Sothoth.

Popcorn Sothoth.

Pop Goes the Sothoth.

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Tfw you write smut at one am, pass the fuck out and forget you did the next day. Anyway. I could put this on my Mythos blog but I'm too embarrassed. Here's Owen getting fucked by the King in Yellow.

Kinks: trans guy piv sex, tentacles, teasing/edging, dubcon-ish, bondage, breeding kink, slave/pet kink, vague references to the Malevolent podcast

It's only a dream, Owen reminded himself.

Something skin-warm wrapped around his leg, gliding up beneath his trousers. He closed his eyes and shivered.

It's only a dream.

The gilded chains around his wrists felt real. They clinked together, singing like glass, as he twisted away from the invasion under his clothes. Owen set his teeth. His breathing quickened.

It's only a dream. It's not real.

But it felt real. Owen gasped, arching off the stone floor as the tendril kissed his clit. It traced circles around the nub, as if curious about his body. He swallowed hard. The moan escaped, and Owen blushed at the sound.

It's just a dream. But something was pulling the clothes off his body and he couldn't cover himself up with his arms trapped over his head. Owen squirmed. Another moan ripped free, his hips jerking up off the floor into that teasing touch.

Just a dream, he told himself, clenching his hands. His head fell back. He couldn't bring himself to look. Not at the tendrils wrapped around his thighs and spread him wide, wide enough it wasn't just pleasure burning on his face.

God. He was so wet. Anyone could see it, if anyone bothered to look. The tendril didn't stop. Something felt so cruel about that gentle touch. He wouldn't be able to cum if it kept that up.

But that, he feared, was the point.

Owen bit his lip against the pleasure. His toes curled, his hands flexed. A whine fled his mouth. He shuddered. Only a dream, only a dream. He'd wake up if he just waited for it.

How long would he have to wait for it?

The chuckle flooded the room, deep and reverberating. He'd not even known someone - some*thing* - entered, too lost in his pleasured haze. Owen kept his eyes shut. His clit throbbed.

“Stubborn, stubborn,” someone whispered.

A hand - a claw - ran through his sweaty hair.

“Troublesome little pet,” the stranger cooed. “Aren't you brave? You endure my affection with such courage.”

Only a dream, Owen thought, clinging to it with all his strength. He'd wake up. He'd have to wake up.

Something slick, something big, grazed against his leg. Owen’s breath hitched, he lifted his hips. The stranger laughed.

“You remind me of someone,” the stranger said, as if wistful. “Centuries to humanity are a snap of the fingers to me. Nearly a hundred of your planet’s years have passed since I lost him.”

A claw ran up his throat. Owen tilted his head back away from it, even as his cunt ached at the touch.

“I will not show you the mercy I did him,” the stranger said. “For now, I am but a dream to you. But your curiosity is your undoing. I bide my time to claim you, for you are already mine.”

A breathless laugh escaped the stranger, his captor. The swollen thing pressed against Owen's cunt. It traced up and down the soaked folds, nestling within them, and pressed against his entrance.

“You will suffer this affection for centuries,” the stranger said, over Owen's soft cry. The head of the tendril pressed in. “I will breed you like the animal you are. Your womb will swell with my spawn and the spawn of my Court. My pleasure will be your pleasure and you will beg for mercy I do not have.”

Owen almost sobbed as the tendril buried into his core. The size took his breath away. Another shaking whine escaped. Through it all the tendril playing with his clit did not stop.

He needed to cum so bad. Would he have to wait until he woke for relief?

“Yes,” the stranger, the King, said. “Yes, I'll enjoy impregnating you.”

The claws brushed over Owen’s cheek.

“Already I see the need on your face. Your body works against you. I almost believe it understands your purpose better than you do.”

The first thrust knocked a gasp from Owen. His clit twitched against the tendril tormenting him. The King laughed.

“You're wasted on that planet.”

Each thrust knocked the words out of Owen's head, and the moans from his body. The tendrils held his thighs open, displaying his humiliation to the King. Tears burned in his eyes. How would he bear an eternity like this?

Just… just a… dream…

The tendril tormenting his clit pulled away. Owen almost sobbed, the small nub visibly twitching. Torn cloth brushed against Owen's bare skin. The King touched his clit, and for the briefest moment, Owen believed a god could be kind.

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I wrote smut but was too embarrassed to post it on this blog. Should I reblog it here?