where the black planets roll without aim

The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind. Fandomless cosmic horrors #subterraneousbeast

[austin-mahones]

Nick + calling Harvey “Farm Boy”

[subterraneousbeast]

Edward Davenport—PHOBOS.

He was born in whats now known as danvers, massachusetts in the 1600s, to a well off family, the son of a man who smiled with too many teeth, sharp as razors, and he never understood how no one saw them. then he wondered: do my teeth look like that?

yes, yes, no.

By the time he was thirty he could control that side of him, by the time he was thirty his father was gone, disappeared in an attack on the coach he was on: wolves must have dragged him off.

In 1683, he was turning forty, and he had someone he loved—but the witch trials were going strong and someone point fingers at them, at the strange way things disappeared and changed around them. ( how could someone see that, and never what had befell his parents? )

he confessed when they came if only it meant that they wouldn’t hurt her. they weren’t wrong; he wasn’t natural, but he wasn’t a witch, either. they had nothing on him, except maybe heavy shackles he couldn’t break free of.

when they walked him up to the gallows and dropped him, his neck snapped—it still wasn’t enough to kill him. in a panic, they tied him to a post and lit the kindling.

his screams rent the earth beneath them, opening up a huge fissure between the crowd and the fire, and shattered the foundation beneath nearby buildings.

centuries past with him haunting the other side, because you couldn’t simply kill what he was—except maybe the human parts. the name phobos seemed all too appropriate for a thing that fed on fear.

[martyrsuggestion]

a galaxy contained in one human. a universe contained in a courtship.

[subterraneousbeast]

There will be one post post below that I didn’t cut my old reply because I’m mobile. It’s not a long thread and it’s only my previous reply. This isnt a habit I make, just something happens from time to time.

[rebellicvs]

subterraneousbeast·:

@rebellicvs· || Auri’ell & Sargon

Bubbles rise from the floor as if the boards are made of water, not stone, the sort of thing that might damage an average man’s sanity—then water overflows and deep blue and pale gray tentacles the same sandpaper texture of a sharks skin twist and lash up from the ground. They wrap together, coiling, until they coalesce into the one being; what looks to be a man, tall with pale skin and black eyes that glint blue in the light, shimmering like light at the farthest reaches of the ocean’s depths. There were no pupils.

The elder god looks human enough; he hides his true form, the tentacles that spread in every direction underneath this layer of reality. ( those touched by the gods could, likely, see the shadow of what Auri’ell was. ) Observing the scene around him, he takes one quiet step forward, barefooted on the wet floors. For a long moment the being is quiet as it turned to observe Sargon, giving him a thorough once over before it’s eyes settle on his.

“I have not been summoned for centuries.” His voice is surprisingly soft, despite what he was. There is an accent on his words, but it’s not one of this world. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He had tried every other method, had searched everywhere where he thought Minos could be and even where he couldn’t be, had jumped from one dimension to the next, always searching and all he had to show for it was him growing extremely exhausted and disheartened. But he wouldn’t give up and as such he had done the only other thing he could do next: ask for help from someone older and wiser than him (as much as it annoyed him to admit it but Minos was worth it).

A shiver ran down his spine as the presence of the elder god filled the room but there was also something strangely comforting to it. He stood straight, not wanting to show any (or more) weakness but his exhausted appearance (human disguise and even his true form shining through seemed to curl exhaustedly on the floor, wings lying heavily on the floor) destroyed that image pretty easily.

“I need help.” The words don’t leave his mouth easily but once again he reminded himself that Minos was the priority and not his pride (nor his sanity that seemed to slip away from him faster and faster and faster even since his lover had disappeared). “I am searching for someone but I can’t find them. I have looked in every dimension I could think of and still haven’t found them.“ Sargon tries not to show how much it pains him to admit this, yet his hands shake slightly where they are clutching onto Minos’ favourite top hat.

[subterraneousbeast]

The elder listens patiently; the expression set on his face looks... surprisingly inhuman. There’s no attempt to mask what he was. But there is compassion there, as he listens; Auri’ell doesn’t say it, but he had been in love before. He understood the lengths he would go. He watched the pathetic way his true form slouched—because he could see it fully and without difficulty, eyes like ocean depths peering through the fabric of reality to see the truth of this man. He saw that he was, in some way, at some point in his life, touched by an elder god, and that interested him. So he turned to face him more fully.

“Every one you could think of,” he repeats, the way his words trailed off a little suggesting he was thinking. Black eyes wander down, and that’s when his attention lands on the hat in Sargon’s hands. He turns to him more fully as he looked up, abruptly.

“What was their name? Is that theirs?” And then, finally, “May I see it?” Auri’ell asked, reaching one hand out. His fingers were extended to him; his nails, while pale in color, were surprisingly long, naturally sharpened into points without being so long that they got in he way. Now though, now he had an idea, a place to start.

[water-aesthetics]

[en-tittiez-deactivated20150814]

[subterraneousbeast]

@rebellicvs​ || Auri’ell & Sargon

Bubbles rise from the floor as if the boards are made of water, not stone, the sort of thing that might damage an average man’s sanity—then water overflows and deep blue and pale gray tentacles the same sandpaper texture of a sharks skin twist and lash up from the ground. They wrap together, coiling, until they coalesce into the one being; what looks to be a man, tall with pale skin and black eyes that glint blue in the light, shimmering like light at the farthest reaches of the ocean’s depths. There were no pupils.

The elder god looks human enough; he hides his true form, the tentacles that spread in every direction underneath this layer of reality. ( those touched by the gods could, likely, see the shadow of what Auri’ell was. ) Observing the scene around him, he takes one quiet step forward, barefooted on the wet floors. For a long moment the being is quiet as it turned to observe Sargon, giving him a thorough once over before it’s eyes settle on his.

“I have not been summoned for centuries.” His voice is surprisingly soft, despite what he was. There is an accent on his words, but it’s not one of this world. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

[eyesofwitt]

POI Noir ~~ John Reese Style

SE210- Shadow Box

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

[zoeyrph]

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

[zoeyrph]

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

[subterraneousbeast]

she uncurls, sleepy and delicate, from the depths of the blankets and stretches until satisfied. ‘ how long have I been asleep? ‘ her voice is soft and she lifts her head from the pillows to look up at him with a yawn —- blinking and trying to shake herself awake. She looks /confused/. ‘ is this ... your bed? I don’t remember falling asleep here. ‘

As she rouses, it draws him up out of that space that he finds even the elders fall when they get absorbed in a book—quiet and distant and so far from there. He supposed that’s something that ties all of them together—their kind, mortals, other, distant races that don’t dwell on this rock—is language, words, knowledge.

( isn’t lilly evidence of that? Words tether her to her mortal form like shackles, and though few spoke the language those bindings were carved in, they were still words—and words were power. )

When she speaks, he looks up from the book in hand—eyes a dark blue like deep waters with only a glint of light in them turning to her. His smile isn’t the aggravating smirk he throws her way, instead something more gentle. He’s curled up on the other side of the bed with the space of a person between them ( despite his constant prodding when they spoke, he had no intention to press boundaries when she wasn’t even awake. ), which further allows her the room to stretch.

The room is large—it runs the length of the cabin with hardwood flooring, offset by a large, very old ikat, and wood paneling with the occasional wall hanging, like a polished horn. The room was topped off with a vaulted ceiling with rafters running through them. The attic—the loft—was lit with a few small candles beside him, as much for simple atmosphere as anything, being as he didn’t need them to see, ( did she? it never occurred to him that her vision may not be the same as his. ) and the curtains on the wall-length window in the opposite end were drawn. So were the ones in the skylight above the bed.

“Yes,” he said, a thread of darkness coiling out from his fingertips to mark his place in the book—something written in old French, like most of the books in the house. “You fell asleep on the couch, a little past midnight. I thought you might be more comfortable up here. It’s almost noon now.”

[vhsmeme]

* the road starters

the road is a novel by cormac mccarthy. 

‘ i’m right here. ’

‘ you have my whole heart. you always did. ’

‘ we need to go. ’

‘ do you feel okay? ’

‘ i’m sorry i woke you. ’ 

‘ i don’t want you to get sick. ’ 

‘ you have to talk to me. ’ 

‘ my job is to take care of you. ’

‘ and you can’t give up. i won’t let you. ’

‘ it’s not safe. ’

‘ you’re going to be okay. ’

 ‘ shh. it’s all right. ’

‘ keep your head down. ’

‘ just sit here. you’ll be able to see me the whole time. i promise. ’ 

‘ you haven’t eaten in a long time. ’ 

‘ i’m sorry i yelled at you. ’

‘ i know you’re scared. that’s okay. ’

‘ stay close. ’ 

‘ you said you wouldn’t ever leave me. ’

‘ don’t let it get cold. ’

‘ and i won’t forget. no matter what. ’

‘ what’s the bravest thing you ever did? ’

‘ it doesn’t hurt. ’

‘ no, you’re starving. ’

‘ i’m trying. ’ 

‘ i don’t have good dreams anyway. ’

‘ i had a bad dream. ’

‘ are these all the blankets you have? ’ 

‘ it’s okay. it’s lightning. ’

‘ i should have been more careful. ’

‘ don’t lose heart. ’

‘ it’s a pretty good story. ’ 

‘ i’m just really thirsty. ’

‘ can i go with you? ’ 

‘ the one thing i can tell you is that you won’t survive for yourself. ’

‘ is it okay for us to take it? ’  

‘ i’m not anything. ’ 

‘ we got lots of stuff. ’

‘ i’m really tired. ’

‘ i feel kind of weird. ’

‘ but you’re not happy. ’

‘ i’m cold. ’

‘ do you remember anything? ’

[dothrakidany]

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

[zoeyrph]

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

[vaememes]

✧ BATMAN:  ARKHAM  KNIGHT  PROMPTS.

some are considered to be triggering and/or offensive with heavy mentions of death and threatening lives. 

❝ How many lives will you destroy in pursuit of what you call justice? ❞ 

❝ How many more bones would you crush?  ❞ 

❝ What have I got to be afraid of? ❞ 

❝ You’re afraid of being ashes. ❞ 

❝ Talk, or I will crush every bone in your body. ❞ 

❝ If you’re lying, I’ll break the other one. ❞ 

❝ You know, you see a lot in this job. ❞ 

❝ I may never get the chance to tell you this, to say sorry. ❞ 

❝ We’d do anything for our family. ❞ 

❝ I might have told you a teeny, tiny little lie. ❞ 

❝ You did good. We did good! You should be proud. ❞ 

❝ Don’t answer, then. We know the truth. ❞ 

❝ It’s all personal. Very personal. ❞ 

❝ Nature always wins. ❞ 

❝ You don’t scare me. ❞ 

❝ Shh… it’s okay to be afraid. ❞ 

❝ Oh, my head… where… where am I? ❞ 

❝ You can sell them for scrap, if you ever get out. ❞ 

❝ Oh, what’s the matter? Touched a nerve? ❞ 

❝ Just so we’re on the same page here, I fully, intend to kill you. ❞ 

❝ But first, we’re gonna make you suffer. ❞ 

❝ Can you remember when it was simple?  ❞ 

❝ You still haven’t apologized. ❞ 

❝ You know, half the crooks in Gotham think I feed you info. ❞ 

❝ Well yeah, when there’s something in it for me.  ❞ 

❝ Sorry for making criminals think less of you. ❞ 

❝ Hey, have I ever hurt anyone? ❞ 

❝ Hey, boss! We’re gettin’ you outta here! ❞ 

❝ Deep down, I knew war was coming.  ❞ 

❝ I was just waiting for someone to pull the trigger. ❞ 

❝ Something’s changed. You’re different. ❞ 

❝ I prefer to call it a work in progress, but it does show potential. ❞ 

❝ There’s no perfection without a little pain! ❞ 

❝ You know, I was just going to suggest you do that. ❞ 

❝ You’re trapped. There’s nowhere to run. ❞ 

❝ Who said anything about running? ❞ 

❝ Ha! No prison can hold me! Uh, hang on a second. ❞ 

❝ So here’s the part where you tell me off… ❞ 

❝ This is the end. This is the last time we meet. ❞ 

❝ Don’t talk like that, okay? ❞ 

❝ This won’t stop you. Nothing stops you. ❞ 

❝ You don’t want me hanging around, stealing the spotlight. ❞ 

❝ Tea party’s over, freak. Let’s start talking. ❞ 

❝ I give the orders here, not you. ❞ 

❝ And you’ll have three dead cops by the time I’m through. ❞ 

❝ We’ll see about that. Now, quit with the rhymes! ❞ 

❝ Now, now, officer, you mistake me for a snitch. ❞ 

❝ Where are they, you little son of a bitch! ❞ 

❝ Hahahahaha! That certainly scratched my itch. ❞ 

❝ Taking the warden, why not just kill him/her and escape? ❞ 

❝ If you want him/her dead, why come to me? You seem capable. ❞ 

❝ There are many in this city with a gift for causing harm. ❞ 

❝ I’ve seen what your toxin does. I want that. ❞ 

❝ Where am I? What’s happening to me? ❞ 

❝ The world should see you for the worthless thing you are. ❞ 

❝ I told you I knew everything about you, didn’t I?  ❞ 

❝ Spare me the good cop/bad cop routine. ❞ 

❝ See, you’re supposed to keep me talking. ❞ 

❝ Look me in the eye and say that. ❞ 

❝ I’ve had a devil of a time tracking you down. ❞ 

❝ So, it’s over, the whole world knows. What now? ❞ 

❝ I’m not feeling myself tonight. ❞ 

❝ Er, um, you’ll feel better tomorrow.  ❞ 

❝ I trusted you and you just left me to die! ❞ 

❝ Don’t you dare lie to me! ❞ 

❝ Guys, guys, guys, so good to see you.  ❞ 

❝ I’ve got nothing to say to you. ❞ 

❝ I did it. Cornered you. Did what no one else could.  ❞ 

❝ I already know, and I’m not waiting anymore. ❞ 

❝ But know this: it’ll be an act of mercy when you do. ❞ 

❝ Abandon the city, for I will unleash your greatest fears. ❞ 

❝ Lost for words? I expected more… I’m hurt. ❞ 

❝ How long did you wait before replacing me, huh? ❞ 

❝ Without fear, life is meaningless. ❞ 

❝ Why aren’t you scared!? ❞ 

❝ You’re old, you’re predictable and you never stood a chance. ❞ 

❝ You used to put up a fight. ❞ 

❝ I would have kept it when I was finished with you. ❞ 

❝ I’ve trained my mind to feel no pain. ❞ 

❝ Don’t be fooled, don’t think you’re winning. ❞ 

❝ It’s not the face you’re given… It’s the face you choose. ❞ 

❝ If I’m not mistaken, turned out to be rather a long one if I recall… ❞ 

❝ No… no! Those guns, they were mine! ❞ 

❝ Things change. Now, it’s just war. ❞ 

❝ I tried one of those question mark games they have around here.  ❞ 

❝ I pressed the button and burnt the evil bastard myself. ❞ 

❝ You don’t need to worry about us, or feel responsible.  ❞ 

❝ Once I understood your greatest fear, controlling you was simple.  ❞ 

❝ Think very carefully about your next move. ❞ 

❝ That’s what I like about you - predictable!  ❞ 

❝ You will bring death to all who follow you. ❞ 

❝ You were young, full of rage. You still got that fight? ❞ 

❝ Die, knowing that I will make them suffer- every one. ❞ 

❝ You die here, and your legend dies with you. ❞ 

❝ I kinda hoped you’d put more of a fight. ❞ 

❝ Sorry kid. You shoulda stuck to the little leagues. ❞ 

❝ I did it! I actually did it! I mean, of course I did! ❞ 

❝ I don’t think you’ll be solving this one. ❞ 

❝ Riddle me this: What’s dead? You! ❞ 

❝ My only regret is I didn’t kill ‘em myself. ❞ 

❝ You’re dead! Wait, does that mean I’m dead?!  ❞ 

❝ Well that’s what I get for betting it all on black. ❞ 

❝ You survive everything I ever threw at you only to die now, like this? ❞ 

❝ Do me a favor and die already. I got a business to run! ❞ 

❝ Is this some kind of joke? Trying to run me outta Gotham?  ❞ 

❝ I can see the same fire in your eyes. Before this night is through… that fire will consume you. ❞ 

❝ I’m going to steal all your money, and destroy everything you’ve built here, okay? ❞

[subterraneousbeast]

the blog has been updated. i’d like to put pictures on the pages and flesh out details ( like croatoan ) but for now im in a lot of pain and im going to bed.