Any organism in the Amorphoservus genus, most commonly used to refer specifically to A. constructivus.
The etymology of "shoggoth" is up for a certain amount of debate. It is speculated to be an adaptation of the R'Lyehan word ▯▯▯▯▯▯▯ (most commonly anglicized as "shg'rgagth"), the exact meaning of which is debated but commonly translated as either "physical laborer" or "forced laborer".
Though the word "shoggoth" certainly entered English through contact with R'Lyehan-speaking groups (Deep Ones in particular), scholars believe that this is not the original source of the word. The discovery of the city in Antarctica by the Miskatonic University's ill-fated Dyer-Lake Antarctic expedition in 1931 provided a wealth of information on the origins of the Amorphoservus spp. as well as their creators, most commonly referred to as the Elder Things.
Elder Things did not have a writing system and instead depicted their histories pictorially, the source word that was likely borrowed and adapted into R'Lyehan is unknown. Little is known about the Elder Things' vocal capabilities, though it is known that they were capable of making sound. The piping cry anglicized as "tekeli-li" is speculated to be a warning of some sort, and the Miskatonic University's Deep Speech Linguistics Department posits that the source word for "shg'rgagth" was likely a derogatory term for the creatures, given the connotations of the R'Lyehan word.
As shoggoths are unable to speak on their own and must communicate verbally through mimicry, asking them directly as to the origins of their name has proven difficult. Interestingly, the ones that have been able and willing to communicate do not resent the word's origins. When questioned on this, one replied with the following:
Lovecraft 1920s AU Professor Hakeev. PhD in Astronomy and Occult Studies. Probably both a murderer and a spy. Sacrificed his students, assistants, academic enemies, and random people to summon unknown creatures.
I draw this because https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/boldlydeck/705043481079447552 it keeps haunting me for night
Named after an old New England town and founded by John Conrad and John Kirowan of the Wanderer’s Club, the Dunwich dorm is one that values boldness, bravery, curiosity, skepticism, foolheartedly courage and adventurous-type exploration. Dunwich is known for having a somewhat dual-nature due to its two founders, but all people in Dunwich are united by a spirit of bravery, adventure and a dedication to the truth. Students in Dunwich can also have the negative aspects of self-righteousness, endangering self and others, clinging to false truths if overwhelmed by biases, and falling victim to one’s own egoism. The emblem of Dunwich is a snake wrapped around an apple emblazoned by the patron of Dunwich: the Leviathan.
The most notable Dunwich student in the Eldritch County canon was Randolph Carter.
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354 words. A vignette regarding the Miskatonic University's library director, Henry Armitage III, and a being that has lived in the building since his grandfather's time.
There are ghosts in the Miskatonic Library.
Everyone knows it. Between Wilmarth's sudden return and Carter in the basement, there’s enough stories of odd and time lost people that the building is simply regarded as haunted, even by those who do not believe in ghosts. Armitage knows this. He's familiar with the sources of the stories. But it's still jarring to hear his name spoken in his grandfather's voice.
"Henry."
He starts, almost dropping the book he was holding as he turns to look at the inky black behind him. There's a shimmer beyond it, a subtle iridescence that is easy to miss if not for the faint light. A smear of oil on tar within the darkness.
"Henry."
It's always the exact same cadence. His grandfather's voice, spoken as if he was there in the room, introducing himself to his grandson.
But he's not. Armitage, the one standing in the room, only met his grandfather a few times before he passed. He closes his eyes and holds out a hand, feeling the tension coil around his spine like a spring. Something wet and cold and massive brushes against his fingers, and it takes all of his willpower to not recoil.
"Henry."
"Yes, Aristotle?" He finally answers the creature, brought back from Antarctica and grown and raised by the survivors of the Dyer-Lake expedition, by his grandfather, and by his father. He opens his eyes a sliver, seeing an undulating wall of iridescent and semi translucent flesh with a mockery of a human eye formed inside of it, studying him as much as he was studying it.
"Hello. Henry. It's good to see you again. I. Am. Hungry?" The creature - Aristotle - speaks like a soundboard, cobbling together sentences made from hundreds of different voices across the years. Some of its words sound as if they are coming from a few rooms away. Some are a distant shout from outside. And those are only the ones used to communicate.
"I'll see what I can do." Armitage replies, and the wall of flesh recedes into the darkness.
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