#scenario hooks

[notesofadeptus]

Lovecraftian inspirations from the the real life, history, science and culture - You can use them for free

Download: https://adeptus7.itch.io/lovecraftian-inspirations-from-real-life-and-beliefs

The free brochure is intended primarily for Game Masters who play games in systems inspired by Lovecraft’s works, such as Call of Cthulhu or Delta Green. However, I hope that other fans of cosmic horror will also find something for themselves here. The interesting facts presented here may also be entertaining for people who do not know the work of The Loner of Providence, but some of the references may be unclear to them. The article contains several anecdotes – either from real history or from beliefs that exist in the real world, and suggestions on how they can be related to the Cthulhu mythology.

You have my permit to use all those ideas as You wish, in Your scenario, game, book, podcast, video, without the need to reward or mention me in any way.

Below is the table of contents:

GREEK MYTHOLOGY

Typhon – a classic but forgotten abomination

Zeus – embodied energy

In his house underground, dead Hades waits in sleep

Apollo – beautiful, deadly light

Hermes is the gate, Hermes is the key

Erysichton – slayer of living trees, eater of self

NORDIC MYTHOLOGY

A jotun is not the same as a giant, but it can be made into an abomination

Odyn = Nodens, Loki = Nyarlathotep

Or is Odin an abomination?

Einherjers and Odin the human

POLISH FOLKLORE AND LEGENDS

Jan Twardowski – the first man on the Moon

Silent night, starry night

Church in Trzęsacz – Deep ones do not leave their own, even after death

WESTERN EUROPEAN FOLKLORE

The Monstrous German Pied Piper

Ys – Deep Ones princess vs clan of eldritch saints

Jentilak and a Christmas cutthroat

Dragons come in every shape and size

TRUE (OK, SLIGHTLY FAR-FETCHED) HISTORY

Invasion of the Sea Peoples

Greater Germanic Antarctica

The emperor out of the time

The Indus civilization

Order of the Nine Angles – sometimes reality is just as bad and mad as a horror

TRUE (SERIOUSLY) SCIENCE

Mad mathematicians

Humans like ants, ants like zombies

Halny and other foehn winds – the whisper of the wind brings madness

There is more to dimensions than dimensional shamblers

ABRAHAMIC BELIEFS

Covenant with God and Melchizedek

Succubi/incubi, aliens and a sorcerer-pope

Double faith

Stone from the sky, genies and angels

[sergle]

remembering waking up post-op after my breast reduction is SO FUNNY because it's such a wild thing to have a Fond Memory of. but I distinctly remember croaking "hell yessss" to my surgeon after he told me I was done and everything went great.

[locksnrocks]

Behold: 2 simps who failed at the one rule they made

King & Sorn: Mr. "Don't get attached to me- we are bed friends/sex buddies only"

immediately proceeds to be the clingiest boyfriend to ever boyfriend

[somegrumpynerd]

Dust's nightmare

Dust has nightmares about fighting and killing here and there, but the ones that really stick with him are the ones that are just... memories. Things he can never have again.

What he can have though, is a distraction when he wakes up to help him settle and make sure he's not alone with his thoughts for too long

[cursedcola]

Once Skully J. Graves comes to EN servers and I get to play that event it’s all over. All over for my wallet. All over for my sanity. All over for any Night Raven patriotism in my body.

He will be all I write about for at least a month. Leona I hope your aura is strong to hold out because you’re about to lose a second throne in this life and that’s kinda embarrassing -

[apocalyptic-byler]

i actually cant wait to see mike wheeler have the worst time of his life next season

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

had this strong mental image of them getting high together & being really weird about it. lowkey freaking people out. they're just like. spacing out in unison. and deeply in each other's space. and they are NOT together yet

[xxplastic-cubexx]

so like do you think they made the plastic wheelchair ALONGSIDE the plastic prison as a Just In Case situation, only after they realized charles was going to be a frequent visitor, or both as in because they knew charles was going to be the only person visiting him during planning they decided to make him a chair ahead of time

[ficmeouttahere]

Knitting a bear beanie for melissa

...after overhearing her hypothetical and leaving it as a gift at her desk with a little note like

so many scenarios

"think the girl and the bear could share a nice dinner?"

"now i really wanna eat your dinner"

"what a girl gotta do to get into your bed? i break into your house it's not porridge I'll be eating"

"heard you were all out of porridge. you got any other vitamin P for me?"

"never tried 'porridge' but with you I'm more than willing <3"

ok ok im terrible at this but. you get it

SOMEONE write this for the love of god

it won't leave my head

inspired by this random cat beanie wearing law pic

[willowedhepatica]

Here's my humble offer to @lovelooksgudonu for the comic she drew about dark!ava. Of course the credit goes to her (and simplykorra) for parts of the dialogue she wrote, (I wanted to stay true to the source material)

Her art is absolutely amazing, go check it out if you haven't! (I hope this is okay, I got inspired)

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The first thing that hits her when she wakes up is the stinging smell of sulfur. The distant remains of the fight that carried through in ash and dust, leaving her dazed and bewildered.

Ava had struck her in the back.

She hadn't even hesitated.

A chuckle comes from somewhere behind her and Beatrice shifts, the movement sending a sharp pain through her wrist and left arm. The rope is tied harshly, digging into her skin and keeping her there.

"That hit really did a number on you, huh Bea?"

Ava walks in front of her, brown eyes piercing. There's an easy smile on her lips, almost teasing, as if she found this situation amusing.

Beatrice leans forward, her voice hoarse. "Ava-"

"No. Don't give me that look." She cuts off, a sudden shift by the downturn of her mouth. She walks closer, leaning down to look at her properly, tied to the chair and bruised. "I've been merciful towards you, after all. Haven't I?"

Her hand comes up and takes a hold of her jaw. "You should be grateful."

The touch turns on several signals in her body at once. She sucks in a breath, the alarm battling with the craving of wanting more.

She hadn't felt her touch in so long. God, she'd missed it. Yearned for it.

But this wasn't her. This wasn't Ava.

"Snap out of it."

Her hold shifts, forefinger etching into her skin. "What was that?"

Her hands shake. They curl into fists as she looks up at her, meeting her eyes. "Snap out of it!"

Ava hums and for the first time Beatrice finds that she can't read her expression. Can't find any trace of the woman who showed emotions like the glow of a sun, drawing everyone in by her mere presence. She only shifts her hand, cupping her cheek as her thumb goes over her lip.

Beatrice can't suppress the shiver.

"Would you betray them for me?" Ava mumbles, face so close, breath skimming over her cheek, nail digging down into the flesh of her lip. It splits open with a sting of pain that slowly makes the blood spill out and drip across her jaw.

"Ah." Her voice cuts out and Ava's smile grows.

She leans even closer, teasingly drawing her nails over the part where her throat meets her jaw. "Yes?" It's a whisper. It's a lure. Her lips tickle against her own and she forces her to meet her eyes as Ava sinks down fully in her lap, keeping her jaw in a tight grip.

"You never were very talkative." She mumbles, her other hand trailing down her collarbone, her chest.

Beatrice tries to prevent the swelling in her chest, the pleasant tingling in her body over finally being touched.

"Let me make it easier for you." Ava continues, "if you say yes, I'll reward you. Shit, I'll even give you a little treat. If you say no however..." Her hand stops at her shoulder, eyes distant. She looks up at her. "What will it be?"

Beatrice thinks back to Camila, who had stayed up several nights in order to figure out Ava's position. She thinks about how much she's grown, how much she's overcome, how much they've gone through together.

She thinks about Mary and how she would scowl at the situation, telling her to not even dare make that decision.

She thinks about the OCS, the order she practically grew up in. It shaped her to who she was today. It took her through some of the worst periods of her life.

There had been so many sisters before her that had laid their life for the cause. For them. For her. She can't toss all of that away.

"I can't..."

Ava's jaw tightened. "Right. How could the perfect sister Beatrice ever do such a thing?"

"That's not-"

"Quiet."

Beatrice shuts her mouth. It's automatic.

The sharpness in her tone keeps her on edge.

"Maybe you'll come to better thoughts if I alleviate your pain a little." Her eyes fall down to her wrists where Beatrice is tugging against the restraint. "You'll never get anywhere like that."

"I'm fine." Beatrice bites out.

Ava tsk. "You're being stubborn." She brings something out from her pocket and her weight shifts in her lap by the movement. "I know you hurt your wrist in our fight, this will help."

She brings the pill up for her to see.

"I won't..."

Before she can finish Ava presses her thumb against her lips. This time they part open by the force and she continues by dragging it against the ridge of her mouth, scraping across the clench of her teeth. "We may not be on the same side yet, Bea, but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt, baby."

Beatrice doesn't answer. In a way, she can't. Ava is still keeping her in a vice grip, a glint in her eyes that tells her she's planning to do something Beatrice won't be able to stop.

At least that part was still familiar to her.

Ava plops the pill in her own mouth, voice husky as she slowly inches forward. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy this technique..."

Before she knows it Ava's lips press against her own, mouth hot and tongue nudging to get more access. Beatrice gives in with a slight whine, feeling the pill slip inside. She swallows it and everything else falls away as Ava answers by pushing forward, body rising and kiss deepening. It's electrifying in the worst possible way.

"Mmm, see, the way you respond tells me you're not as restrained as you pretend to be."

Beatrice whimpers.

She wants more. She needs more.

She can't.

Finally - far too soon - not soon enough, Ava pulls away, resting her forehead against her own. She exhales, open-mouthed and smiling and when she speaks she's grown considerably softer. "The medication won't kick in for a while, would you like me to distract you some more?"

“Ava… please…”

She traces a path down her cheek. “Look how red you are, don't tell me you don't like this?” Her fingers skim across her ear as she tucks away a strand of hair that had gone loose. “Don't tell me you haven't thought of this ever since our time in Switzerland.”

Beatrice looks away, teeth clenching.

“Hm? Not speaking?”

“That's okay, let me show you just what I've been thinking about during my time across the arc.” Her hand leave her cheek and nudges at the end of her shirt. “You remember that night when we got drunk at the bar?”

Beatrice watches as her hand slip under the fabric and graze across bare skin. Her stomach ripples by the touch.

One nail starts to press down ever so slightly.

“Bea, answer me.”

“Yes- yes I remember.”

She smiles, satisfied. “I remember it too. I've had a lot of time to replay that moment.” She leans closer, close enough that her lips skim over her ear. “A lot of time to let it derail too.”

Ava doesn't wait for her to answer before she continues, nails scraping lightly across her skin. Like a game. “I thought. What if Beatrice noticed me? What if she knew that when I looked at her all I wanted to do was to let her pin me against a wall and fuck me.” She glances down to their position. “Looks like things have taken a slight turn.”

“Ava.”

Ava tuts. "Not yet. It was my turn, remember?”

If Beatrice knows Camila correctly, she's searching for her. She will find her eventually. She just needed a little more time, a little more information…

She shifts. "What more?”

“Excuse me?”

“What more have you thought about doing?”

Her eyes glint with slight surprise and then approval. “I'm so glad you asked.”

[doodledstars]

Side Order doodles and some "what-if" scenarios, where Octa is saving Ash. (Tbh I really wanna do something like this, having Octa rescuing him and angst on top of that <3)

Can't wait for Side Order this month! :D

[smolstarthief]

Ok... Crap... Fuck... I definitely know they should make out at least once while trying to "save" humanity right? 😭

[yeehawkpierce]

Most of the character conflicts in seasons 1-3 of mash could’ve been solved if Trapper, Hawkeye, and Margaret were in a throuple tbh

[allthespoons]

mack and leno give such good mega-tension that sometimes arose at the forced first meeting between your hometown buddies and your college buddies... jockeying for #1 boy position… feeling each other out... what do you mean YOU call him smitty too... i called him that first... will actually DOESN'T like high life anymore he told me yesterday soooo i think your information on his beverage preference is outdated... oh huh he never told you about how he crashed my mom's minivan into a ditch when he was sixteen [mean chuckle] classic smitty... well he did molly with me for the first time... well I was there when he got his first handjob...

(there’s also the very funny permutation where your most annoying high school friend and most annoying college friend have already decided they hate each other before ever meeting and are constantly in your ear about how the other one sucks and then 8-9 beers deep during that first meeting, no one can find them and it’s because they’re outside making out. and it’s like, great, you guys are already irritating as fuck, can’t wait for this little thing to ruin my life for the next two months.)

[tomwambsgans]

shiv is not the kind of person who can tolerate being unsatisfied, ie the exact thing she laid out on her wedding night to tom: "i'm not a good fit for a monogamous marriage" (at least not when it's to him), but she also feels bad about this because she wants to be in an honest relationship, and pretty much can't because no one who would be okay with what she wants would also be someone she can find any stability with. she was definitely trying very hard, in the months between proposal and wedding, to find the middle ground where she starts dropping hints and making it clearer where she stands without outright saying so, like just enough to feel less like she's outright decieving tom, and also to not drive tom away. i feel like her ideal, and what she would have done if tom didn't outright confront her about fucking around, was a "don't ask don't tell" marriage. much like the one that logan and caroline definitely had. a very english aristocrat sort of... stable adultery. she wanted both her and tom to default to their mutual partnership but be free to go and get whatever else they needed when it was plausibly deniable. to simply keep anything extramarital out of the house and to expertly maintain the veneer.

i also think that, due to her struggle with satisfaction, part of the appeal of tom as a partner was in fact that there would be something missing for him, too. like not nearly enough missing as there was for her, bc she absolutely would not stand for someone straying that far, but... essentially this was my deep dive into why shiv (subconsciously) wanted a gay husband. and ironically/tragically for her, it was just inevitable that in order for a gay man to be both as repressed as he needs to be to wanna be with her and stable enough to be a good partner, he will VERY much tolerate being unsatisfied, and he will make her feel just as bad when he's a pathological monogamist and incapable of straightforwardly pursuing what (who) he wants.