#cw: human sacrifice

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - The Sacrifice

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Perhaps the most frightening part for Kris is the realization that whatever is happening, has happened before.

And yay, this comic's all done! A full setup for just how Kris ended up in the Dark World!

[industrial-meat]

Had a wonderfully ...interesting dream the other night that I'm a little annoyed I don't remember more of the fine details of.

A friend of mine was marrying her girlfriend, in an indescribably beautiful dimension-warping lesbian cathedral with the most [non-translatable emotion] vibes to it.

And there was a human sacrifice (well, human as we weird creatures get.) on the altar, with both brides' hands on the ritual knife, as commitment to their vows. (Don't worry, the sacrifice was into it; and they were back in time for the wedding dinner after the ceremony, so it was all cool.)

And plenty of both brides' families, good friends (Silverstar and her worshippers very prominent), and the like were there.

It was all round an amazing time, frankly!

[cicicolorao]

I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE

BEHOLD, WHEN YOU LISTEN TO AN OLD ASS VOCALOID SONG ON LOOP! Ya gotta mix it in with your hyperfixation

This took me days :)))

[catwyk]

silt verses s2e7 fav ep of anything ever forever and ever

[redlerred7]

Ina Performs a Ritual

Wherein the Priestess of the Ancient Ones sacrifices a volunteer tentacult member to her eldritch god. They'll get a glass of milk and a cookie after she brings them back to life the next day.

Tried a more painterly style with this one. It looks great, but it was so time-consuming to make!

Commissions open.

[muppenthings]

Gralla had always found the old sea monster traditions outdated; sink a few human ships and terrorize the coastlines. When the humans are scared enough, they'll give them a sacrifice to be left alone.

After some relentless nagging from their peers, Gralla had caved.

All respectable sea monsters recieves human sacrifices, something about offering their purest or whatever. Human or not, Gralla just needed a sacrifice for the other sea monsters to get off their back and didn't care for what it was. Or so they thought.

At the day of the collection, Gralla was not prepared for what was tied to the other end of the rope. And it was happily wagging its tail at their arrival.

A dog.

Gralla destroyed the human port in a fit of rage, but ultimately accepted the purest sacrifice and took it with them.

Gralla is now trying to figure out how to care for it.

[sebbyisland]

“With this you are mine now. Let’s eat together, sleep together, and have a lovely life.”

(Desc in alt)

[redhotarsenic]

A Cruel Mockery Of Taxidermy

[silveredfeathers]

(TW: Attempted human sacrifice, death, burning alive, drowning)

Musharna Malice! Someone else's nightmare. Or, rather, memory.

You feel yourself let out a scream as your fathers, or so they called themselves, carve into your back. You were small and frail, just 8 years old, and about to be used to summon the Warring Beasts of Hoenn. Both of them, at the same time.

"Ophelia. Stop struggling," the more stubborn of your fathers commanded as the knife slowly carved a sigil.

Once it was done, you heard a roar. And then another. You braced yourself for your incoming death...

...But it never came.

Instead, the Warring Beasts were doing what they did best--warring. The Warring Beast of the Sea was drowning your dad's grunts in an attempt to best the Warring Beast of the Land, and the Warring Beast of the Land was burning your father's grunts alive from the sheer heat.

You and your fathers were caught in the middle, the safe ground, the only area that wasn't instant death.

The screams were unbearable, and, mixed with the searing pain in your back, you start to sob.

There's no end to it until you jolt awake.

whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-

ohshitsaint-

[snarp]

By Randy Bolerjack, WSU Everett

When a five-person submersible descends to the floor of the North Atlantic this summer, part of a historic series of private excursions to map the famed RMS Titanic’s wreckage in 3-D imagery, it will be WSU Everett students that helped make it possible.

“The whole electrical system – that was our design, we implemented it and it works,” said Mark Walsh, a 2017 WSU Everett graduate in electrical engineering from the WSU Voiland College of Engineering and Architecture. “We are on the precipice of making history and all of our systems are going down to the Titanic. It is an awesome feeling!”

[...] The links between OceanGate and WSU Everett began as part of a group tour of the company’s facilities by students in the University’s Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers club. Walsh was the club’s treasurer at the time and explained that when OceanGate’s director of engineering, Tony Nissen, described during the tour some of the challenges the company faced, Walsh and fellow student Nick Nelson volunteered solutions. “Tony said, ‘OK, you’re hired.’”

[1pcii]

thinking about younger 124ji as years of this kind of unchecked thinking and behaviour, mixed with their unnatural lack of empathy bringing them to the cartoonist extremes they display in canon.

[yandereloveraw]

Yandere! Devotee, who has resorted to human sacrifices to get their deity's attention: Just know that what I am doing is part of a plan~ I will connect with as many souls as I can, and the soul that controls me, the one I should know must see my work here, which means you have to go~ Surely you could understand~! Haven't you been in ♡love♡ on the edge where there's no turning back~? Just the thought of it can take you to some new dimension, so you do what you can just to get their attention~!

🔪 Circus - Lindsay Mendez

[Lyrics and song belong to Lindsay Mendez]

[rederiswrites]

You know, when you study pre-Christian northern Europe, periodically human sacrifice will come up. They did it; there’s no real question they did it. I’ve never studied it deliberately but I do know that. The only reason it’s controversial is because a lot of people react with horror to the idea of human sacrifice. Me, I react with scholarly interest, so I don’t really get it anyway. But at some point, I think when someone made a snippy reply on my post about Vikings, it occurred to me that as modern USAmericans, our government routinely engages in highly ritualized killings of select individuals, i.e. the death penalty, so probably we should like, do a little perspective-taking exercise.

[scare-ard--sleigh]

something that i think is interesting is like. aside from the other christiansens, who else is In this cult lmao??? i know robert was implied to be but obviously that's over, and even as far as his family goes: the kids are merely vessels and joseph thinks so low of mary, i doubt he sees her as having any sort of power ("alcoholic wife whose life i destroyed.") it's really just him and cthulhu or whatever????? why the outfit, why the Dramatics if he's got no one to show off to?????? who is this FOR??????

[tarabyte3]

🍁🕯️🎃 Happy Halfoween! 🎃🕯️🍁

To celebrate it being both halfway to my favorite day of the year AND National Poetry Month, here is my last poetry post: Horror Edition!

(Please mind the content warning tags! Also there are more collages below the cut to really get you in the mood)

The Harvest

When the night falls

and the harvest comes

we huddle in our beds,

covers pulled tight

to our trembling chins,

and wait. Every creak

or moan of wood

catches our breath.

A struggle for silence. A hope

our blood-soaked offerings

and fires were enough

to satiate their endless

ancient hunger.

Our rituals used to be joyous

occasions of mead and meat

and congregation,

before the things came

and then by morning light

we found splintered doors,

gore splattered beds,

and trails of ichor

winding into the forest.

In those first few years

we dared not look out

our curtains for fear

of catching their eye,

but some saw upright shadows

pass their windows

with a shambling gait

and spindly limbs.

Not beasts, but worse

than men. No weapons,

no charm or barricade,

no prayers to God

could save our souls,

and we dreaded the dying

light—their coming.

We left the pigs out first,

tied to posts in the town square,

huddled and confused.

It helped. Lessened the hunt,

but didn't end it.

Not by half.

Then we tried the cows

as well, and still we heard

the screams and pleas

and grinding growls.

We had no choice

except to choose.

The harvesters were coming

and it was better to prepare,

to know how the night

would go than to leave

our loved to slaughter. A mercy

to die by the blade

before the tearing started.

Our rituals now are solemn,

lotteries and funerals,

towering pyres, sacrifice

and chanting to appease

these old gods of the long dark

and death. We are our own

shepherds and farmers,

our own flock and crops,

and so we must tend our own.

Every night I awaken—

before dawn with the notion

that I am not alone.

There is a shadow with me.

Its eyes peek from

a dark corner crack,

beckoning with a wispy

curl of a finger.

Yet it is not temptation

I feel, but terror,

bone itching

and bile roiling

with a ringing in my ears

like the scream

of a tea kettle

This blackness creeps

ever closer.

Yesterday it brushed

the fringe of my rug.

Tonight it's reached

my curtains.

I know it hunts me,

ever patient,

to blanket me in nothing.

I would run,

you see,

If I didn't know

this shroud is a distraction.

A dare to rouse me

to my feet.

For in my full length mirror

by the hall door,

fading in the moonlight,

I see the face under my bed

and how it smiles.

Not a Tree

There is a branch outside

my window where no tree

grows. Yet its twig fingers

scrape and probe the screen

for a weakness,

an opening

to pry ajar

like an oyster.

Inside I am meat.

I am prey

to this ash, this bark

crusted limb

that covets skin—

seeks to know

my bare limbed flesh

and crush my bones.

It creaks. It yearns, aches,

to slip its muddied roots

throughout my ribcage,

twine its way between

my fingers and toes.

To feel how I writhe

beneath it as my

sinews decompose.

It cannot help

but consume me

to feel alive and grow

from my absence.

It must be a tree

that knocks, that sways

palm shaped shadows

upon my bedroom wall.

What else can reach

a second story window?

That is not the question

that lashes through my mind,

but rather: did I remember

to turn the lock?

[haunted-medievalist]

'we're better than you because we have better taste in human sacrifice' stellar logic from medieval iceland (from kristni saga, source here, give it a read, it's good fun)

alt text:

The heathens then held a well-attended meeting and made a decision to sacrifice two people from each Quarter, and called on the heathen gods not to let Christianity spread throughout the country.

Gizurr and Hjalti held another meeting with the Christians, and they said that they also wished to hold a sacrifice of as many people as the heathens. They said this:

'Heathens sacrifice the worst people, and push them over cliffs and crags, but we shall make our selection on the basis of people’s virtues and call it a victory offering to our Lord Jesus Christ. We must therefore live better lives and be more careful to avoid sin than before, and Gizurr and I will come forward as the victory offering for our Quarter.'