I can’t decide which Scarecrow hallucination I like better, both of these are great. Jonathan’s recent appearance in Batwoman is probably his best yet!

Actually…I’m curious about everyone else’s opinions so…

Reblog for Cthulhu Scarecrow
for Wonderland Scarecrow

One of the extra credit things I can do for this writing class has a prompt and I had an idea for it and I’m a little out of it right now and will probably think this is absolutely stupid in the morning but right now I’m writing about a character on a blind date with Cthulhu so wish me luck

I have a bizzare thought I need to confess because it’s been over 2weeks and I still think of it every time I look out my window.

I have a window that takes up half the wall and sometimes at night I like to have it open all the way to stare at the neighborhood ( with my lights turned off of course. I don’t need fellow night owls getting a good look in my room. That’s too much exposure. Lol)

Anyway, so Cthulhu Scarecrow right? He has those runway crab legs. Well, whenever I stare out the window I can imagine all too clearly these legs making their way into view, stopping, then slowly crouch down until Scarecrow’s face is in barely in view, ( he has to bend over some to peer in at me).

He taps on the glass, almost timid like, and asks:

“would you care to purchase some cookies? They’re made with all natural ingredients”

To which I reply:

“um, no thank you”

Mainly because it’s too late for cookies

“perhaps another time then…. pleasant dreams child”

And with a short nod, he rises out of view and his crabby legs leave the frame of my window.

That’s it.

Cthulhu Scarecrow trying to sell cookies in the dead of night is what I keep thinking about.

I’ll be away for the weekend...

Originally posted by dangerous-holytyrant

So I have a Cthulhu-themed LARP this weekend… Strangely enough, I got a scholar character, university professor and mythologist (that had some harmless encounters with the Mythos) investigating about what I (as player/Cthulhu GM) believe is a Nyarlatotep cult…

He’s going to have a hard time.

Long story short, no Tumblr until Sunday afternoon/evening.

Have a great weekend, my friends!

Quotes from my AP classes
  • “I’m not gonna write ‘chicken butt’ on my paper”
  • “Who was the most famous poet in the 20s?” “dr seuss!!!!” “One fish two fish the red fish is a communism”

  • “Sorry about that. I don’t get to quote The Princess Bride often”

  • “Aren’t you looking forward to next month?” “Like this one isn’t hard enough”

  • “i’m having an existential crisis can i step out”

  • “What’s the message of Green Eggs and Ham?” “Eat stuff.”

  • “Dude, imagine the McDonald’s theme in a minor key”

  • “What was the most famous plane in World War II?” “Jay-Jay the jett plane!!!”

  • “Welcome to APUSH, where you’ll meet the world’s dumbest smart people”

  • “I would die for Carrie Underwood”

  • “I’m glad we can’t swear in essays because I would just add ‘and shit’ to the end of every other sentence”

  • “If you mention Macklemore one more time I’m going to kick your ass”

  • “This class’ morale is increasingly decreasing”

  • “We want to save the whales but do the whales want to save us?”

  • “We need an AP conspiracy theory class” “The NSA would be up our asses so fast”

  • “Veggietales was hardcore.”

  • “Please keep track of how many times I say ‘like’ in my speech”

  • “French is a ridiculous language. Beau. Three vowels. None of them are O.”

  • “Do you have a boat? I don’t have a boat. I just look at the water and think ‘hm, must be nice’.”

  • “I don’t like water. It’s just so meh.”

  • “Like Pokemon only Cthulhu”

  • “I don’t think Jesus had anything to do with abolition” 

  • “*singing* I want to cry but I don’t have time”

  • “Do you hate this?” “*collectively* yes.” “Good, then we’re right where we need to be.”

  • “What is it with you guys and communism?”

  • “Education is stupid.” (-a teacher who has a phd)

  • “Do puns count as speaking points?”

  • “What’d you get on the stats test?” “49. It brought my grade up.”

  • “Hemingway committed suicide towards the end of his life.” “yeah i’d say it was towards the end of his life”

  • “Calling John Adams ‘ratchet’ will not get you the point.”

  • “I’m the only redhead in my family I’m convinced I’m adopted” “Hey same” “Maybe you two were adopted from the same place” “What, is there just an orphanage for gingers?” “Yeah it’s called Ireland”

  • “We take tie-dying very seriously in this class.”

  • “The eyes in the Great Gatsby actually represent Santa Claus”

  • “My grade in this class has been 89 all year I’m going to shit”

  • “I can’t tell if me sticking myself in ravenclaw is suitable or a product of internalized narcissism” “You just said ‘internalized narcissism’ I think that’s your answer”

joannalannister  asked:

I would love to hear more about your headcanons about regional art styles in Westeros if you have more thoughts! 💕

Okay. I can do that. My thoughts have been gathered! 

Initially, I covered the North, the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Stormlands and Dorne. I’ll crap on for a bit about the ones I left out.

The Iron Islands are fascinating for me, because they have such a paucity of materials to work in that visual art would be very difficult. They DO produce it, because almost everyone produces it, but they’re a challenge. If I was going to pick an artform for them to attach importance to, it would be music rather than any visual medium - songs to help oarsmen keep the beat. I could so easily see young Theon realising that tiny Sansa loves music, teaching her a song because he thinks he’s being nice…and getting in trouble, because the song he picked is a reaving song full of blood and thunder and it frightens her.

In terms of materials for visual artforms, I think they use what they can get from the sea. They work in bone and ivory to make scrimshaw or polished carvings. They use shell. They set smoothed and sea-tossed pebbles into the walls and floor or stone buildings to make a kind of ur-mosaic effect - imagine the lord’s chamber or the main hall at Pyke having a huge kraken sprawling on the wall to challenge you as you come in. They do NOT work in wood except for very rare and special pieces - the ocean tosses driftwood up, but that would be too precious to use for art when it could be used to make useful things.

When they weave, it’s dyed in the kind of muted colours you get from the older Harris tweed where they were still using natural dyes. I’ve always put a bit of the Orkneys/Shetlands/Hebrides into my version of the Iron Islands - the island chains of Scotland were heavily influenced by the Norse.

They mine lead and tin as well as iron, so they may have a practice of casting pieces from lead.

I think the ironborn are like the North in that they’re a bit iconophobic. There are so many Cthulhu touches to the mythos of the Drowned God, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a strict rule about not depicting His Tentacular Godhood - seeing the Drowned God too clearly drives men mad (Patchface), and that aversion remains even if the ironborn no longer remember exactly why. They depict ships, in loving detail. They depict animals. But they do not like showing people, and they HATE showing gods. Part of the violent backlash against the Seven on the Islands can be traced to the fact that the Faith of the Seven NEEDS to depict its gods, which made even ironborn who weren’t notably devout hideously uncomfortable.

The Riverlands and their practice of painting literally everything (huge ass murals, lavish illumination in books etc etc) becomes a direct rebellion against their ironborn rulers. Screw you, we know you hate it when there are human faces everywhere…we’re going to paint LOTS! On EVERYTHING!

The Vale…stone carvers. I have a really vague idea of the Vale in general, sorry!

The Reach is in some ways a lot like the Westerlands. They have the wealth to invest into glassmaking and ceramics, and if ANYONE has put stained glass windows into important buildings, it’s them. They do a lot of woodwork too, especially near the border of the Stormlands. They work in things like oak and cherry and applewood - I have a very clear image of little Reach girls having tiny dolls carved from the pits of stone-fruit, to look like a baby in a crib.

Smallfolk weave the stalks of the harvest into mats and hats and dolls too. It sounds simple, but variation in colours can make it quite pretty.

Does that sate your curiosity?

orevet  asked:

If you haven't already gotten a ton of requests for it, can you write more for the AU where the Skywalkers are part eldritch abomination? I know you don't really write about Kylo Ren, but I'm morbidly curious to see this interpretation of him and Rey, Finn, and Poe's interactions with him.

hahaha yes I love this:

  • you need a teacher, it says, and it takes all of Rey’s strength not to vomit then and there, because she has never seen anything more awful-beautiful in her entire life. It is – it is like the desert in the high heat of mid-day, when the air shimmers and wafts and thickens, somehow, and that thing on the horizon could be a parade of krayt dragons, or an oasis, or an oncoming sandstorm. It itches at her eyes, and inside her mind things yammer-clammer, say yes you will obey and her spine skitters and this thing, this thing pretending to be a boy, it thinks she is so power-hungry and lonely that she will take its hand. It thinks she is so blind that she thinks that it offers a hand and not a claw-wing-diamond-blood-star-appendage. It is beautiful, yes, but Rey has seen beauty in fires and the ocean and she knows that both will swallow you up, if you let them. Rey shows her teeth. She is human and whole and unharmed, and she does not slam her Force-eyes shut but opens them wide, wide, wide, until the thing cannot hide from her. Until it is laid bare before her. And she sees what Kylo Ren truly is, and the you will obey becomes what are you doing and she snarls, “I see you,” and she slams forwards, unafraid and bright-burning. 
  • You don’t have to tell Finn that Kylo Ren is a monster: he knows that all too well. He knows that when Kylo Ren gives the order – the offhand order! – to slaughter the villagers. He knows that even before then: when he hears tales of what happens to Stormtroopers when they fail in their duty. He knows. But it is still a heart-stopper of a shock when Kylo Ren turns and looks at him and Finn doesn’t see a humanoid figure in a mask but a great ripped blackness, like someone has reached into the skin of reality and torn it aside, revealing the darkness beyond, spangling with things that could be stars, but are more likely to be eyes. He sees – wings, perhaps, or claws, or fire. Teeth, maybe. Perhaps those are teeth. Perhaps those are screaming faces. He closes his eyes, sweat congealing on the inside of his helmet, his heart shuddering against his ribs and –
    • the moment is gone. Kylo Ren is gone. When Finn faces him again, there is no escaping it: Kylo Ren snarls, and his shadow ripples and changes behind him, and his lightsabre is one moment seperate from him and the next a tooth in a forest of identical teeth; the next it is a feather in a shining blood-drenched wing. Finn is reminded of a story baby troopers are told, of a trooper who ventured out to save her captain from a strange and terrible enemy, and this enemy bid her cling to her captain no matter what form he might take; and so she hung on as he became a krayt dragon and a terranterror and the smallest atom and a kyber crystal too hot to grasp. And she held on as her skin blackened and peeled away, and no matter what form he was changed to she clung on, and so in the end she was victorious. There was a motto in there somewhere: about sticking with your unit. Something like that. The point is: Finn does not let go and does not stop fighting, because Kylo Ren may be a monster but there are worse things in the galaxy than him (namely, abandoning Rey to his tender mercies. Finn would die before he did that. He almost does.)
  • Poe has not looked General Organa in the face since he returned from captivity. He looks at her feet, or the space just over her left shoulder. Once, he eyed her face greedily, keen to catch some momentary flicker of approval. After one meeting, she calls him over. They are alone. They have not been alone since before – 
    • Poe’s throat closes up. He tries very hard not to shut his eyes against the white-gold glare blazing from Leia’s skin.

      “You see it,” she says. “You see me.”

      “I – I saw him,” Poe says. He stares at the floor. He feels her presence gnawing at the edge of his mind. “I saw him, he made me see him, he thought it would burn my eyes out, he –”

      “It didn’t, did it?”


      “I don’t blame you for not wanting to look at me,” says Leia, gently. “I just want you to know that we’re not the same. Not at all.”

      yes you are Poe wants to say. They are: both too bright to bear, or a hungering darkness, alternating between the two; both are children of the Force, as inhuman as the stars.

      “Poe,” says Leia. “I am sorry for what happened to you. Truly.”

      And it is this, perhaps, that convinces him; for even as shadows dance and twist over his feet (cast by her strange luminous skin) her voice is the same. Durasteel hard, and gentling, and he lifts his eyes. 

      She is beautiful. She is endless. But he blinks, and the light vanishes, and she is Leia Organa once more. 
  • Hux wears sunglasses around Kylo Ren. He looks absurd, but the last thing he wants is for Snoke’s pet monster to burn out his corneas in some petty tantrum. They lose twenty good men that way every time the scavenger girl’s name is mentioned. 

I’ve been wanting to read Lovecraft stuff for a while but never really got to it. So I bought a soft-cover book a couple of days ago, loved the hell out of the first several stories, so I went ahead and found two more, hard-cover, amazing-looking story collections. Can’t wait to finish the first one and start reading these beauties *г* 

on one hand i really shouldnt buy so much cthulhu bullshit

on the other hand HPLs racist ass is dead and therefore not getting any money off it

also i want it

Interviews, interviews… Poor Kishou… is what I would say, but he seem to be genuinely enjoying this one so it’s fine! I did this TL in 3 hours because his enthusiasm is so great I got affected as well ahsjdhakd

This was a great interview! Nearly no repeat questions from PASH and Animage and I’m sorry I’m still so excited I’m still shaking why is he so cute god I’m in love

Shout out to @akutagawaprize, who provided the scans (?) (it’s HQ that’s enough for me) and @senren who actually (unintentionally) got me off my ass to ask for the interview. I definitely don’t regret this Kishou is so great help me

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