#shubb niggurath

[virovac]

Honestly kinda would love a Shubb-Niggurath conspiracy show

Keep audience guessing about nature and everything

Just as often hallucinations from a gas leak or the Fungi crabs from Yuggoth pulling a hoax as it is actually connected to shubby.

They delve into the Black Goat thing, peel back and find even earlier fertility motifs and also find other cults without a goat motif.

(fun fact, goats have been domesticated multiple times, so the ancient cult predating homo sapiens can just push that back further)

More and more delve into supposed conspiracy until at the end...just a dark cloudy mass like described in Lovecrafts letters. No satisfying answers. You can yell and scream at the cosmos, relate it to a trusted animal, maybe imagine symbols and patterns in the writhing shadows BUT IT DOES NOT CARE

[voluptuarian]

so the residents at Decerto are involved in a cult of shubb-niggurath, and considering they were named for astarte I'm assuming the artist colony was too? And Jeremy can break his contract with nyarlathhotep if he helps unleash "her." I think Grace is some kind of entity but a little girl is a weird representation for a dark fertility goddess...

[asta-daily]

Inktober 2019 - 26 - Dark

Comfortably sitting, reading this in your chair, You think Nature is a faraway, fragile child, Wilderness is nearer than you think, just right there Dark and scary things are still lurking, in the wild

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Bien assis dans votre doux fauteuil, confortable, Vous pensez la nature comme lointaine, chose fragile, Elle est bien plus proche que ça de vous, indomptable, Tapies dans les ombres, des horreurs rodent, noir périls

Inktober 2019 - Cultists Edition

Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6

[eldritch-sanctum]

DON’T MESS WITH THE GODS, KIDS!

(Night Gallery.  Season 2.  Episode 25.  November 10th 1971.)

(Summary here in case you can’t watch.)

[lord-momonga]

We know Shubb-Niggurath exists in Overlord, but do the other Lovecraft gods exist? I.E. Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, Hastur, Dagon, Cthulhu, etc.

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[wolffyluna]

Would you ever write a romance involving copious mind control?

Depending on how you define 'write' and 'romance,' I already have!

If collaborative writing counts, and a pure focus of romance+ a happily ever after isn't necessary, I've been part of a Call of Cthulhu campaign where my character ended up repeatedly failing his POW rolls into falling in a whirlwind romance with a cultist of Shubb-Niggurath-Probably.

If it had to be solo writing with a HEA-- maybe? Mind control is not super my trope, but I have been learning the appeal. I'd just have to find a method of mind control that didn't make me hate the mind controller so much that I didn't want them to have a HEA.

[secrets-of-kreshire]

On the prehistory of Kreshire

“Listen and listen well.  The world you tread on is ancient and far older than the first humans.  For eons it was populated by impossible beasts and primordial terrors.  Long before that it was once desolate and lifeless, sterile of even the tiniest of living things.

What changed was arrival of the first god, I scyred its visage and was taken aback by the sight of the gelatinous horror I saw.  Deep in my soul I wished this blasphemy was an error in creation, for what would it mean of all life on this world if that was our great progenitor?  I sighed deep for I had to simply accept this horrid truth am I see the beginnings of world.

The squamous heap rolled across the bare shale and smeared its mucous with little care.  Tendrils and eye stalls emerged from the formless blob all across and then it vomited out several dark blue, rugrouse pods upon the moist rock, of which veiny tendrils emerged from.  The barrel-shaped things stood upon on heavy, fleshy thick tendril-like feet such as seen on sea star, and even more like a sea star were their heads!  Or at least what I believed to be their heads for each segment had an eye on its end.  Great membremous wings emerged from the sides of the creatures and stretched out as if from a long nap; each being had around five which then was tucked into slots on the sides of their bodies.  These beings bear a resemblance to the depictions of the ancestors that the asterazoans speak of, perhaps their creation story is true and what I am about to witness in my lens.

The ancient asterazoans, or what I believe them to be, and the hideous god set to work.  They started to gather more mucous and smeared it across many different surfaces with a strange, deliberate precision like an artist with a paint brush.  Vats of more and more moist biological material spewed forth into hot steamy pool of water and spread across its surface like oil.  I then saw sigils drawn and arcane glowing from them drawn with the slime on various surfaces; I had not seen arcane sigils like this before but my background in magic identifies them as such.  The massive blob of a creature lurched its way into the pool of water and I never saw it again.  

Why then do I refer to this mound of mucosal moist matter as a god?  Because I have read the ancient hymns older than even feykind that speak of the father and mother of all life on this planet; the grotesque seed of the world sent by greater gods beyond the stars and its minions.  They refer to it as Ubbo-Salthia, the source of mortal life.  

A fast forward into time allowed me to see the progress unfold in mere minutes.  Slime grew and ate across surfaces, the ancient ones studied and meddled in the slime's activities. The slime then vanished into the water where it dissolved into colonies of smaller blobs.  These blobs spent a long time traversing across steel shale and rugged basalt high and low.   What was primordial goop became microscopic beings, what were microscopic gathered in groups and became multicellular.  These colonies grew and grew, the ancient ones cared for some and culled others.  They made elaborate rituals that mutated the slime and mixed it with some other substances I could not identify.  They worshipped strange gods and dedicated their experiments to them.  

I fast-forwarded to find that these ancient ones retreated to the ocean with their god.  Their multicellular blobs had become all sorts of simple marine life like algae, jellyfish, and worms.  I fast-forwarded more to find an ocean full of fish and what appeared to be large aquatic bugs like trilobites.  The ancient ones gradually made less and less influence over their creations and retreated to their own city-a vast structure that appeared like a massive fortress above, and below like a reflection.  They continued their studies and some other projects.  They spread creatures all over the world to change the planet.

Then life conquered the land, the environment was lush full of plant life, bugs, and the beginnings of amphibians.  Above I saw a looming, glowing red cloud that looked like infernal smoke descend from the heavens and narrowly avoided touching the fragile ecosystem.  It coalesced in a bare rock where a ring if ancient ones stood and took the form of what vaguely appears like a red and black goat-like form made of dust.  There was an exchange of words not even my magic could decipher, a language so old and alien that very different forces could only untangle these words-if words they were at all.  

The goat-figure whom I highly suspect is Shubb-Niggurath, was then suddenly accompanied by two other figures, one seemed like a piece of the sky descended and the other a piece of the ground ascended, it is hard for me describe what they were like other than they were a fragment of the world put in form. I suspect they to be what you recognize as the Sky Lord and Earth Lord.  Which were then accompanied by what appeared to be a water elemental-the Sea Lord.  The original and lost Sea Lord whom was slain before the first age.  

I ventured forward to see the world populated by massive beasts and plants-the kind that are only found in the most remote places such as Caldera Island.  Great longnecks and raptors, trees with trunks covered in entire fields of plants.  Massive carnivorous flowers that plucked creatures from the sky, great krakens ruled the seas and lorded over the ancient ones; whom most moved onto land to avoid the wrath of the krakens.  I would have believed that as beings of the world they would revere the ancients, but it occurred to  me the possibility these great monsters were not of this world.  

My suspicions were confirmed when I found they were with another race of beings, one that had come from the stars, the fabled othulia, spawn of Cthulhu.  The world of great beasts became a battleground of various primordial entities to fight to reign the planet.  Beasts were twisted by various factions and their gods, sometimes directly by the gods to serve as troops and to express their taste of what life in this world ought to be like.  I would see the beginnings of massive leviathans, great krakens, tarrasques, behemoths, behir, ziz, rocs, titanic elementals the size of mountains and beings spew forth from volcanoes.  The wars wrecked the lands and those few stewards of life and nature moved great natural beasts away from the destruction.  These stewards were an interesting lot, consisting of ancient ones, even othuli and what appeared to be the early sobekin.  

And then, among the great beasts came the lord of monsters.  It was long, sinuous, majestic, and unlike the war beasts had eyes of great intelligence.  It's wings blotted out the sun, it's voice was like thunder, its claws clutched entire summits of mountaintops and upon its crested head was a massive crown of horns.  A mouth full of great spikes like the abyssal maw of a cave.  I was overwhelmed with a great sense of awe and terror, I felt like the great majesty was the epitome of the perfect being, I wept in its unfathomable beauty and absolute terror.

It was the first dragon.  Not a beast, but a god, Quaratha’rtl, the first daughter of the great god of dragons, his lord and majesty, Y’igiathquen.

There was but a mighty roar that cracked the heavens, shattered the earth, and splashed entire seas.  The clouds obeyed her divine commands and volcanoes shuddered in fear.  Each beast was frozen in the same shock and terror upon gazing on this superior being.  

Another mighty roar and the entire world seemed like it would break.  The mighty beasts fled.  Lord Yig had won the battle.  Yet the war was not over.  The ancient ones held back their inevitable decline with the help of their own mighty shoggoths, massive piles of primordial substance that could form into a variety of shapes, tools, and weapons.  The largest could engulf and swallow entire tarrasques while fending off pecking from the talons of rocs and the insistent nips of a pack of beasts that resembled a mixture of lion, boar, and wolf.  A new group of strangers appeared who were a blend of air elemental and ephemeral flesh, they howled as they moved upon a single pseudopod and vanished and re-appeared just as quickly in their massive conical basalt structures.  

The war quieted down, as many factions cowered in fear of a new god announce his might to the other gods and their peoples.  Yet Yig’s might was not absolute, nor uncontested.  Great Cthulhu, Bokrug, and Dagon contested for the seas.  Gods of rain, rock, and hunt spawned from the children of Shubb-Niggurath whom herself seemed to have left for another place.  The druids of old wept at the destruction of much of the world, and vowed to renew it with the help of the new gods of nature.  Among their patron gods was the great Tsathuggoa whom is known now as a great slothful toad, but back then was a much different figure-I suspect it would be the later conflicts with Yhoundeh that would deteriorate him so.  Atlas-Natcha spun webs between the planes to protect the broken barriers, her people, the spiders of Leng retreated to the great plateau and little seen again.  

Millenia later, the war began show signs of rising again, and the dragon lord would respond by populating the world with his kin-the dragons.  Each was just a fragment of the perfection and might of his divine scions, but each reflected it very well.  The ancient ones had changed to accommodate this new world and retreated beneath the waves. other beings occupied and recycled their great above-ground structures.  The sobekin’s own empire was also retreating, but from the sea and back into land, their mighty god, Bokrug followed them and showed them the lakes and rivers that were more tranquil than the seas.  The othulia settled down as well, and made peace with the other gods, but their krakens still hungered for flesh and mayhem.  Mighty beasts retreated to lone mountains to gorge upon large fauna and terrorize local villages.

The dragons however, became the lords of the land.  This was the start of the first age, the age of dragons that set the foundation for the other races to come, and what late arrivals are they to a stage millions of years old in the making.  I still have yet to look into the second age to see the fates of many of these gods and their followers, and what made them retreat so at the dawn of humans that would later lead to the invasion of the fey, whose progeny with humans would give rise to the elves who would follow in the footsteps of the great dragons.”

-The Great Seer, Abdul Alhazred  

[virovac]

My dude Abhoth gets so much bad press these days

Called a rippoff of Shubb Niggurath when they did the horrible endless reproduction back when Shubby was still only an “evil formless cloud” in Lovecraft’s notes before later authors (Also imo everyone interpreting her as a cosmos-level horror kinda blows it by leaning too much into goats . Even Lovecraft said in his notes described it just as a particular ritual with a goat theme inherited from a preceding nonhuman civilization)

Some terrible sequel calls them an outer god , and now gets hamfisted into that despite it not fitting their vibes AT ALL unless it is one very far from home and we are going with the implication the Outer Gods are in actuality just part of a vast ecosystem beyond our comprehension and only immortal by our very limited perspective.

I’m sorry, but I’m not able to suspend disbelief that easily something that has an understanding of cosmology akin to one of Jim Henson’s fraggles a threat to the whole solar system or on the level Yog-Sothoth, unless you do some real legwork.

[virovac]

More highlights from Ow My Sanity

Just sharing more of one of my favorite unfinished webcomics,

[virovac]

Shubb Nigguraths other avatar/holy animal “the b**** with 310 whelps” never caught on like “The Goat with a Thousand Young” did

[virovac]

random headcanon

Shubb-Niggurath is an evil cloud, the Black Goat is the hot secretary she’s banging.