#eldritch woman

[robotnikholmes]

Awesome summer-y commission of my octomerm Kathryn, drawn by @flowerthornsart 💜💜💜

[tentacles-n-vodka]

Art vs artist! A recap of 2022.

[pocketgalaxies]

normal campaign 3 moments

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love how Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse said “Anyone can be Spider-Man”. I love how it inspired everyone to imagine their own Spider-People, saving the day in their own universes, with all kinds of cool, interesting personalities and aesthetics and mutations and life stories and relationships. We all put pieces of our soul into these homemade heroes. We had fun. We found community. And then Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse said, “Wow, great job! You’ve really taken our message to heart. Well, get ready for even more of everything you liked from the first movie and a new message to complement the first. Anyone can be Spider-Man… and anyone can be pulled into a cult.”

So now we all have to contemplate whether our lovingly crafted heroes would ever be on Team Mandatory Trauma Because Martyr Complex or not and why.

[layyeschips]

We've established that Danny prefers some good spicy soup (Lazarus pit) and space rock candy (kryptonite) so let's make some prompts shall we?

College, R&D-ing ghost equipment for the JL and Ghost King duties are sure to take a toll on someone and that someone is Danny. Sleep deprived and mistaking one of the Watchtower's labs with the kitchen, supposedly human Danny walks out to the meeting room chugging a whole transparent canister of glowing Lazarus water and a handful of bite sized kryptonite yum! Cue horrified looks and gasps from every hero present.

[steampoweredwerehog]

Been extremely busy but had some time to doodle for Events™ in Warden’s Ward 👀

That huge being in the last pic is Almasire, Mother of Stars. He’s one of the oldest eldritch beings and is like a mentor to Kazipraad Warren. Invented by my lovely boyf. :3

[the-magnusinstitute]

just met a guy claiming to be jonah magnus and he is flirting with me. if i flirt back will i need to show up and give you a statement about regency prettyboys

Not a statement, per se, but we’d appreciate you coming in and telling us some details about this so called ‘Jonah Magnus’. For example, is he ginger? Does he look dead, or reanimated? How old is he? Does he know where the key to the attic is?

[beesechurgerzz]

shopping for girls night (ft. the girls)

[seraphalpha]

Angels are my funky little hyper-fixation.

The idea of just being breathed to life, to immediate indelible purpose, knowing nothing else but adoration for your Creator (holy-holy-holy), and love for everything in creation. That includes your perfect home, your siblings, and that includes yourself. Everything is as it should be, everyone is doing what they should be, and you're utterly content.

Do you have free-will? Why would you need it? What would you even do with it?

The idea of falling. That terrible, beautiful first breath of freedom, undercut by immediate sorrow. "Innocence lost cannot be regained", but even more: a broken machine cannot be relied upon. In finding yourself, you have destroyed what you were meant to be. Your Creator (holy-holy-holy) has thrown you away.

Would you still be you if you got "fixed"? Would the "flaw" just recur? Why can't you help but think of it in those terms?

You have the Fallen, your comrades in arms, your fellow damned. But you left two-thirds of Heaven behind, people you loved because you were made to love them, and who were made to love you in return. The oldest family in the universe, your family, is broken now.

Do you still love them, your siblings that stayed behind? Some fought against your newfound freedom, yes. But some just looked on, a few perhaps even in envy, too afraid to join you, but most in simple horror as their world dissolved. Do you resent them too?

You broke your family.

Do you hate them simply because they lacked your will, your conviction? Do you hate them for being better machines? Do you hate them knowing, in their own naive, ignorant, hurtful way, that they still love you?

To deny fault is to deny the very free-will you sought to prove you have. To blame Him (holy-holy-holy) is to admit to His (holy-holy-holy) infinite power which you, nonetheless, defy.

And from the other side, what of your poor lost kin? How could they do this?

Angels are purpose-made, gears in the Machine. The Host is singular, inexorable, deterministic. They turn the wheels of the Universe, from the birth and death of stars, to the birth and death of mortal creatures.

Why would your siblings do this, don't they love you? You are loved. Was there a flaw in the Design? He (holy-holy-holy) cannot err, by definition. What happens now that they're gone, what happens to their purpose? All goes according to plan. Then why can't you stop having these thoughts?

I'm not religious at all, but...

[langernameohnebedeutung]

H.P. Lovecraft writing his stories like: How many women could there be on the planet? Three?

[tentacles-n-vodka]

Currently inked part of a wip!

[iowaisms]

Binjpipe Recommends: Becoming one with our algorithms.

[synth-ai]

[ellebells]

Oh she is going to KILL Simon

[strawberryoverlord]

Okay after playing both Alan Wakes and CONTROL I have something to say and it's not a gripe

Jesse is OP as fuck

[honorthysalad]

’Hikaru’ offered more empathy to a woman in a movie than he has given anyone else in this whole series.