#am dhaegar

[ocontodezalgatoth]

Zalgatoth and am' dhaegar corpse

[neerasrealm]

platonic ivan x reader. ft. am dhaegar. please. my soul needs it.

AYY this is based off a convo we had in pms. sorry this took so long HDFHSJ i just kept losing energy n stuff whoops. but anyway iVAN MY BOY!! i dont write about my ocs nearly enough lol. this is set in the future au i guess? idk its a few months after zalgo gets yeeted into a coma and his brother Am has finally decided to stop sulking in the void. and also Ivan is his pet cat

It’s...such a big house. Bigger than you thought it’d be. When they told you they were going to live somewhere among humans, you thought they’d try something...subtle. Simple. Quaint. But no, apparently their idea of ‘’blending in with normal people’’ is a gigantic, upperclass house in New Orleans. It’s so….fancy. It makes you feel guilty for only bringing a basket of cheap store-bought muffins as a housewarming present. Should you have brought champagne? Do- do they even drink champagne...?

You open the metal gate and walk down the garden path. It’s all so...rich...and white. You stop on the porch and grab the fancy door knocker. When that doesn’t get a response, you look around for a doorbell. Oh! Okay- you ring the bell and step back a bit. There’s some muffled thumps from inside, and a silhouette appears in the glazed glass of the door and then-

‘’y/n!’’ the door swings open and someone reaches out, yanking you inside. You’re hugged tight against a strong, cold body. You hear the door shut behind you. If anyone was watching you from outside, they’d probably assume they just witnessed the last moments before your murder. But no, you’re not going to be killed, even though the hug you’re stuck in feels like it. 

‘’Ivan- Ivan, buddy, you’re crushing me-’’ you grunt out. You’re dropped and you shift your muffin basket in your arms. Yeah no being hugged with a muffin basket in between you isn’t good, don’t recommend. Thankfully there’s plastic over the muffins, so they’re fine. Mostly. You look up at your friend, Ivan. from the name you’d be expecting some burly russian stereotype, but no. Because stereotypes aren’t funny 90% of the time. 

Ivan is tall and strong, yes, but- well- he’s not...human. He’s a demon. Specifically, a demon made of ice cream. Yeah you heard me. His hair, if you could call it that, is just some drips that hang over the top of his head like hair, covered with pink and green sauce and random sprinkles. His ‘skin’ is coloured cream and pink, with the occasional splatter of chocolate. His hands are the same, but with the addition of claws. His legs are bent, like an animal’s, and he has a large tail that swishes behind him, topped with an ice cream scoop of all things. He’s wearing his usual pink button-up shirt and blue jeans. He grins at you with colorful gumdrop teeth, the cones on the top of his head tilting up as if they were ears. You soften and smile at him.

‘’It’s good to see you too, bud.’’ you murmur. You glance around the front hall. ‘’So...this is where you guys are living…?’’

‘’Uh-huh!’’ Ivan gives a nod and looks around. ‘’Pretty fancy, huh? Never thought I’d see a loser like me in a place like this…’’ 

‘’Yeah, your truck out front looks so out of place.’’

Ivan turns to you and glares at you. ‘’Hey! Be nice to Vanessa!’’ he growls. You laugh a bit.

‘’Sorry, sorry.’’ you reply quickly. Ivan loves his truck. He did live out of it for years after all, so you can’t really blame him. ‘’So...is she retired now?’’ you ask. He blinks.

‘’Heheh, no. She’s got fuel in her yet. I’m just gonna stop sleeping in her.’’ he shrugs and turns. ‘’C’mon, lemme show you around!’’ you follow after him quickly. The front hall is large, with doors to either side and one at the back besides the stairs. You follow Ivan through the door at the back and find yourself in a large room. To your left is the kitchen. It’s large and modern, with not one but two ovens stacked on top of each other, AND a kitchen island. Across the wall from you is a series of full-body windows that bask the room in light. There isn’t much else in the room- in fact, the only furniture is boxes, wooden stools and folding chairs. Actually looking closer- the boxes being used for tables are from Ikea. You look at Ivan.

‘’...where’s your stuff?’’

‘’Oh! We haven’t built the furniture yet.’’ Ivan chuckles. ‘’It’s fine! We’ll get to it soon.’’ he adds.

‘’...huh.’’ you reply. Ivan looks away from you and frowns. He pads away from you, the claws on his feet clicking against the tiles.

"Am! Am, y/n is here!" He calls. You hear thumping coming from another room and then a large, eldritch creature steps into the room. He's gigantic though you know he's not even at his full size. His body is covered in soft fur, save for his hands, feet and face, which are all made of ice. A collar of bright amethysts circles his neck. He has no mouth, just dozens of eyes. The biggest one, right in the centre of his head, is closed. He has a gigantic tail, spiked with sparkling gems, and a pair of wings that are just barely visible behind him..

"Y/n!" He exclaims in a deep, but surprisingly soothing voice. How he speaks with no mouth you have no idea but at this point you've given up on questioning that kind of thing. He walks towards you and crouches down, tugging you gently into a very careful hug against his chubby, fluffy body. You laugh a bit. Am is a lot more gentle, like a kind old grandpa. You pat his chest.

"Hey big guy." You greet. He chuckles a bit and moves away. You hold up your muffin basket. "Brought you a housewarming gift."

His eyes, at least some of them, widen. "Oh!" He reaches out and gently takes the basket in his big ol hands. "Thank you y/n, you shouldn't have." He murmurs. Ivan skitters over and grabs one, unwrapping it quickly and taking a bite.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." He parrots through a mouth full of muffin. Am pets his head affectionately.

"Yeah I did." You say with a smile. "It's a human custom. You are trying to learn to fit in with them after all." You add with a wink. Am looks surprised. 

"Oh! Oh- well, alright then." He gives you a sheepish look. "Come, come, sit down. Can't leave you standing there." He gestures for you to follow him over to the other side of the room so you can sit down in one of the lawn chairs. Ivan runs after him, far quicker than necessary, and throws himself onto...a box. He lays down, curling up like a cat. Am pats his head as he walks past him and sits on the ground. You roll your eyes and go over to join them.

"So how're things back at the mansion?" Ivan asks as you sit down in a cheap blue lawn chair. 

"It's alright. Crowded- since we got so many new people…" you chuckle a bit. "There's these two kids, Doby and Toby and I can't tell which one's which! They hang around each other constantly! And then you throw Cody into the mix and I have no idea who's who!"

Ivan laughs, his tail swishing. "Sounds rough," he takes the last bite of his muffin and crumples up the wrapper. "How're the kids?" 

Ivan has always had a soft spot for children. Especially the ones in the mansion. "Sally is- well- Sally. She's still trying to keep everyone in high spirits. Slendra...she's become really mature honestly. She helps EJ in the medbay, she cooks meals, she cleans and gardens- she's a good kid...I think she's trying to help keep Slender from overworking himself."

Ivan smiles. "Awe. That's sweet."

"She's such a kind girl…" Am murmurs. You smile a bit. Slendra is technically his niece, and even though they barely know one another, the two seem to adore each other.

"Yeah, she is." You recline back in the chair. "So how's living together going?"

"Oh it's wonderful!" Am chirps. "All these years I watched over the human world but- living here is so much different!" 

"He lost his goddamn mind when we went to ikea." Ivan says, looking at you. You laugh. 

"Well- it's gigantic!" Am replies defensively. 

"That's a lot coming from you, big guy." You say with a smirk. Am laughs.

"Fair, fair." 

‘’So what’s your favorite thing so far? You’ve never like- done anything with humans before, right?’’ you cock a brow curiously at him. Am hums and squints a few of his many eyes. Ivan watches him curiously. 

‘’Coffee?’’ he suggests. ‘’You drink a lot of it.’’ Am shakes his head. ‘’Cooking? You had a lot of fun doing that!’’

‘’No, no.’’ Am waves him off. He looks at Ivan for a long moment. ‘’...I think it’s you.’’ 

Ivan blinks. ‘’Me?’’

Am looks pleased with himself. He nods, then reaches over and gently pats Ivan’s head with one of his giant fingers. ‘’Yes. I think you’re my favorite.’’ he chuckles.

‘‘That’s a cop-out. He isn’t even human.’‘ you mutter.

[ningyooo]

Zalgo is a being that could best be described as a "horror," a creature of utmost terror. He is known as "He Who Waits Behind the Wall" and the "Nezperdian Hivemind" in some circles. He is an eyeless abomination with seven mouths. His right hand holds a dead star and his left hand holds the Candle Whose Light is Shadow and is stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar. Six of his mouths speak in different tongues. When the time is right, the seventh shall sing the song that ends the Earth.

-CREEPYPASTA WIKI

I have switched the locations of the items, kiLL MEhzjzhsbdhejdheiajqhd

[manuelverdugo]

¿Quién es Zalgo?

Zalgo contra Slenderman.

Zalgo es una entidad maligna caótica, asociada comúnmente con la locura, la muerte, la destrucción, el miedo y el fin del mundo tal como lo conocemos. 

Es conocido como “El que espera detrás del muro” o el “Hivemind nezperdian” en algunos lugares. Una entidad viviendo en otro plano dimensional y que cuando aparece en el nuestro, crea el caos. 

Su sola presencia es capaz de llevar de llevar a una persona hacia el vórtice de la locura. En pocas palabras Zalgo es el horror en persona. 

Por más que busques en Internet, jamás encontrarás una respuesta clara sobre qué es Zalgo, debido a que no existe tal, ya que Zalgo es algo tan terrible, que no se encuentran las palabras adecuadas para hablar de el. 

Aunque si se busca en profundidad se puede encontrar la siguiente tenebrosa descripción: El espera detrás de la pared, en un palacio de cristal torturado, servido por legiones forjadas a partir de las lágrimas de los muertos sin descanso, vestidos con armaduras talladas en el sufrimiento de las madres. 

Un caballero de piel azabache rodeado por una corona de relámpagos negros. El es una abominación sin ojos, con siete bocas y cuatro brazos. 

En sus manos derechas sostiene una estrella muerta y la vela cuya luz es sombra. Sus manos izquierdas están manchadas con la sangre de Am Dhaegar. 

Seis de sus bocas hablan en lenguas diferentes, y cuando el momento llegue, la séptima cantará la canción que pondrá fin a la tierra. 

La mente que confunde a los vivos y perpetúa la tortura de los condenados. El toma los ojos, la ventana del alma, elimina la capacidad de sentir… todo, menos dolor. 

Una vez que se han eliminado los ojos, se elimina el alma. La cáscara viviente es un testimonio de la crueldad y la perdición eterna. 

El no puede ser detenido, ya que el miedo no se puede detener. El es inseparable de la realidad, ya que existe más allá del velo… esperando. 

Zalgo es una de las leyendas urbanas más antiguas y oscuras de Internet. Se extendió rápidamente por la red. Nació el veintisiete de julio del dos mil cuatro (2004), en los foros de Something Awful, muy conocidos también por extender la leyenda de SlenderMan. 

Leyendas urbanas y creación de Zalgo.

Su creador es el usuario “Goon Shmorky”, que publicó una serie de viñetas antiguas de Archie protagonizadas por Nancy y Archie, pero modificadas de forma bizarra. 

Los personajes actuaban de forma errática y demencial, y constantemente invocaban una entidad conocida como Zalgo, quien les causaba unas deformaciones monstruosas en el cuerpo. 

Al principio, Zalgo pasó desapercibido en los foros, hasta que un usuario de nombre Bobby Delux, creó versiones editadas de una web cómic llamado Control-Alt-Dell, creación del controversial Tim Buckley. 

Zalgo se extendió entre los usuarios de la página web b3ta.com, quienes photoshopearon comics como Garfield y Charlie Brown, entre otros. 

Sin embargo, su gran salto para convertirse en mito, fue a través de 4chan, lugar donde muchos quedaron maravillados y se animaron a participar creando nuevas viñetas y modificando imágenes con Photoshop. 

Las imágenes hechas sobre este meme siguen un patrón, se toma una imagen cualquiera y se retoca para que quede lo más caótica y demoníaca posible. Los elementos gore son ampliamente bienvenidos, los detalles más repetidos son ojos negros o vacíos llorando sangre o babas oscuras, consiguiendo una atmósfera en tonos rojizos y tentáculos de oscuridad. De aquí en adelante, el límite es la imaginación. 

Además; Zalgo también se aparece a través de texto corrupto que logra un caos de acentos y caracteres, está por todas partes. 

En un principio se creía que Zalgo solo aparecía a través de fotografías, animaciones y cómics. Pero nunca se sabe cuando llegará a nuestra realidad. 

Zalgo es algo que comienza, que comenzará pronto. 

Antes de terminar el artículo, les queríamos proponer un reto de dibujo si les apetece. Nos gustaría que nos envíes imágenes modificadas a lo Zalgo de sus cómics o mangas favoritos o también pueden mandarnos de algunas imágenes de este blog, nos encantaría. 

Pueden pasárnoslas a través de la caja de mensajes. Estamos a la espera de sus dibujos. 

Descarga el archivo en PDF y compártelo. 

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[neltotxparacosm]

ZALGO

Zalgo is a terrifying being known as "He Who Waits Behind the Wall" and the "Nezperdian Hivemind." He's described as a horror, with no eyes and seven mouths. In one hand, he holds a dead star, and in the other, the Candle Whose Light is Shadow, tainted with the blood of Am Dhaegar. Six of his mouths speak different languages, and when the time comes, the seventh will sing the song that brings Earth's end. 

***************** CREDITS: INFO: creepypasta.fandom.com PHOTO: Google image

[ocontodezalgatoth]

my human version of zalgo (remembering that it only exists in am dhaegar AU) and here is a brief description of it:

an anorexic, blind woman in her mid-40s with greenish-blond hair with brown streaks showing through. very pale skin, with veins, with very yellow teeth that are always in a smile. she wears a very old dark green blouse (like all her clothes), a faded brown coat, oversized jeans, and worn black slippers. she is constantly having twitches and nervous spasms and could have a fit at any moment. this is because it is too complex a form for a simple human, so this form is very unstable. he also cannot stay long in it for these reasons

[neerasrealm]

You mentioned 'Ahm Daegar' in another ask and I was wondering if you'd talk about them? I've heard the name before but have no idea who they are. Love your blog btw!

Am Dhaegar! I don't talk about him much because well- he doesn't particularly do a lot but he is fairly important.

Am Dhaegar, at least in my hcs, is Zalgo's brother. He is a god created to nurture life, as opposed to Zalgo who was made to destroy it. They were 'raised' together by the three other gods who created them alongside The Instructor, Slenderman's father. He was quite a cheerful person once but that was a long, long time ago. For the past few centuries he's been hiding away in his own realm, refusing to contact anyone including his brother. He feels guilty, like it was his fault that everyone he knew died, and that he's the reason Zalgo is so evil and manipulative. The only company he has is his own creations. Temporary creatures that Am watches wither away and die, leaving him lonely once more.

[neerasrealm]

you mentioned lore in the tags????? tell me about it 👀👀

OH IT'S Y'ALL'S LUCKY DAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT ✨SLENDER'S PARENTS✨

Ok I've mentioned them in passing before I think but SHUSH. This is gonna be really lore heavy so imma just get straight into it.

Back when the gods were first creating the world and humans, they went about creating two more beings just as powerful as them. Zalgo and Am Dhaegar. Of course, creating powerful beings such as these meant that they needed someone to teach them to use their abilities. An Instructor, if you will.

And that's exactly what they did. They created The Instructor, Slender's future father. A lotta stuff happens between Instructor's birth and Slender's that I'm gonna gloss over. It's not too important right now.

As time went on the gods asked more and more of Instructor, but he was only one being. He needed an extra pair of hands to help him. In search of a solution, he confided in a friend of his. A member of the fae. Xey're unnamed right now so I'm just gonna call xem "Cenn" (and also xey're pronouns will probably change in the future h). Xey proposed Instructor had a child, specifically with xem. The two had a mutual respect for each other and how powerful they both were. Cenn would have extremely powerful offspring that were descended from the gods and the heritage of the fae race, and Instructor would have someone to help him.

And so, with some magic and a lot of convincing on the god's part, the first Slender sibling was born. Her name was Defender, and her role was to take her father's place one day as a personal guard for the gods. Defender was strong, agile and loyal. She took her duties seriously, and most of all, she loved her family dearly.

But you're probably wondering about Slender right? Well he was the second kid to be born. And an accident. Cenn and Instructor wanted a second child who could work as a messenger, since that's what a majority of instructor's duties had become. However something went- wrong- and instead two kids were created. There was Messenger, strong, powerful with magic, and focused on his duties. And then there was Slender. Skinny, weak and not really wanted. That's why they named him Slender. They didn't have a purpose for him- he was just- there. Small and insignificant.

Slender was trained alongside Messenger but could never keep up. He was too weak, too frail to do much, so he sorta got pushed to becoming the mom of the family. He cooked and did all the menial chores while the others worked. When Splendor, the youngest child, was born with the purpose of becoming a smart and gracious ruler for the fae's kingdom, Slender essentially raised him. Another reason why he's so good with children.

Slender didn't resent his family for their treatment of him. He was happy, just being a caretaker for them all. He didn't need some great important purpose, he was happy to just look after his family and spend his free time alone. Often he would watch over earth, fascinated by humans.

SO IMAGINE SLENDER'S DISPLEASURE WHEN INSTRUCTOR GOES "HEY SON, HOW ABOUT AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE SO WE CAN HAVE MORE CHILDREN?"

Slender. Was not. Happy. He sort of fell into a depressive slump. Getting married meant he wouldn't be with his family anymore, he'd be living with his spouse, and any free time he did have would be dedicated to them rather than any of the things he liked. Slender never really spoke up about it though, he didn't have a valid reason to. He had a duty, finally, so he had to serve it. Right?

[manuelverdugo]

¿Quién es Zalgo?

Zalgo contra Slenderman.

Zalgo es una entidad maligna caótica, asociada comúnmente con la locura, la muerte, la destrucción, el miedo y el fin del mundo tal como lo conocemos. 

Es conocido como “El que espera detrás del muro” o el “Hivemind nezperdian” en algunos lugares. Una entidad viviendo en otro plano dimensional y que cuando aparece en el nuestro, crea el caos. 

Su sola presencia es capaz de llevar de llevar a una persona hacia el vórtice de la locura. En pocas palabras Zalgo es el horror en persona. 

Por más que busques en Internet, jamás encontrarás una respuesta clara sobre qué es Zalgo, debido a que no existe tal, ya que Zalgo es algo tan terrible, que no se encuentran las palabras adecuadas para hablar de el. 

Aunque si se busca en profundidad se puede encontrar la siguiente tenebrosa descripción: El espera detrás de la pared, en un palacio de cristal torturado, servido por legiones forjadas a partir de las lágrimas de los muertos sin descanso, vestidos con armaduras talladas en el sufrimiento de las madres. 

Un caballero de piel azabache rodeado por una corona de relámpagos negros. El es una abominación sin ojos, con siete bocas y cuatro brazos. 

En sus manos derechas sostiene una estrella muerta y la vela cuya luz es sombra. Sus manos izquierdas están manchadas con la sangre de Am Dhaegar. 

Seis de sus bocas hablan en lenguas diferentes, y cuando el momento llegue, la séptima cantará la canción que pondrá fin a la tierra. 

La mente que confunde a los vivos y perpetúa la tortura de los condenados. El toma los ojos, la ventana del alma, elimina la capacidad de sentir… todo, menos dolor. 

Una vez que se han eliminado los ojos, se elimina el alma. La cáscara viviente es un testimonio de la crueldad y la perdición eterna. 

El no puede ser detenido, ya que el miedo no se puede detener. El es inseparable de la realidad, ya que existe más allá del velo… esperando. 

Zalgo es una de las leyendas urbanas más antiguas y oscuras de Internet. Se extendió rápidamente por la red. Nació el veintisiete de julio del dos mil cuatro (2004), en los foros de Something Awful, muy conocidos también por extender la leyenda de SlenderMan. 

Leyendas urbanas y creación de Zalgo.

Su creador es el usuario “Goon Shmorky”, que publicó una serie de viñetas antiguas de Archie protagonizadas por Nancy y Archie, pero modificadas de forma bizarra. 

Los personajes actuaban de forma errática y demencial, y constantemente invocaban una entidad conocida como Zalgo, quien les causaba unas deformaciones monstruosas en el cuerpo. 

Al principio, Zalgo pasó desapercibido en los foros, hasta que un usuario de nombre Bobby Delux, creó versiones editadas de una web cómic llamado Control-Alt-Dell, creación del controversial Tim Buckley. 

Zalgo se extendió entre los usuarios de la página web b3ta.com, quienes photoshopearon comics como Garfield y Charlie Brown, entre otros. 

Sin embargo, su gran salto para convertirse en mito, fue a través de 4chan, lugar donde muchos quedaron maravillados y se animaron a participar creando nuevas viñetas y modificando imágenes con Photoshop. 

Las imágenes hechas sobre este meme siguen un patrón, se toma una imagen cualquiera y se retoca para que quede lo más caótica y demoníaca posible. Los elementos gore son ampliamente bienvenidos, los detalles más repetidos son ojos negros o vacíos llorando sangre o babas oscuras, consiguiendo una atmósfera en tonos rojizos y tentáculos de oscuridad. De aquí en adelante, el límite es la imaginación. 

Además; Zalgo también se aparece a través de texto corrupto que logra un caos de acentos y caracteres, está por todas partes. 

En un principio se creía que Zalgo solo aparecía a través de fotografías, animaciones y cómics. Pero nunca se sabe cuando llegará a nuestra realidad. 

Zalgo es algo que comienza, que comenzará pronto. 

Antes de terminar el artículo, les queríamos proponer un reto de dibujo si les apetece. Nos gustaría que nos envíes imágenes modificadas a lo Zalgo de sus cómics o mangas favoritos o también pueden mandarnos de algunas imágenes de este blog, nos encantaría. 

Pueden pasárnoslas a través de la caja de mensajes. Estamos a la espera de sus dibujos. 

Descarga el archivo en PDF y compártelo. 

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