Short Story: Rociel's Rambing
I love it when he reads his lovecraftian tales of cosmic horror with his eloquent voice, speaking with a booming rhetoric as if he was trying to sell my own soul to me.
Jack and Drip - An Alternate Fanfiction of JACK
Smoking buildings, rocky crags of death, lovecraftian-style horrors from some poor soul's mind. you couldn't expect anything else. the sky was blood-red, not pulsing with life so it was filled with death.
Through A Glass Darkly - 6
In her first moments of ascension, all Luna knew was blood. The sight, staining the altar and Whiffletree's gray coat. The scent, thick in the air. The taste, heady on her tongue. Blood was her world as the moon rose triumphant at her back. She rose...
The Pissst - Ch.3: F^ed!
A monstrous creature, like something out of a lovecraftian hentai, lumbers past. it's tall as a building, and tentacles whirl from everywhere. long ropes of slime hang from it's bottom, and stuck to them are people. many people. legs open or bent over.
Creepy House
Amy was about to respond when the door slammed shut with a creaky scream right out of the drooling, slimy maw of some winged lovecraftian monster making its abode in an ancient, cyclopean tomb. or maybe victoria was just a cunt.
[Farewell Dear Brother]: A Demonic Love Tragedy
Suddenly this image of a horse-man wearing a frock coat with mane-chops (i love that term) and top hat entered my head and i got this whole lovecraftian vision in the back of my mind (although it might be hard in comparing my story to lovecraft).
The Patchwork Soldier part IV (revised)
Its huge loading claws, each one the size of a small fighter, gave it the appearance of a lovecraftian monster (if lovecraft had had a degree in engineering). i activated the magnets on my boots. clunk!
The Patchwork Soldier part IV
Its huge loading claws, each one the size of a small fighter, gave it the appearance of a lovecraftian monster (if lovecraft had had a degree in engineering). i activated the magnets on my boots. clunk!
Insatiable in Appetite
Beyond that was a rather lovecraftian sight of rat tail-esque tentacles and jagged teeth, all waving and wiggling around to the sound of that horrific hissing.
Oni in my Dreams
The thing that is oni mask finds itself in a very lovecraftian dreamscape that mimics the surrounding area. travel to kraken island in the dreamscape is as accomplished as easily as walking over the bridge but the island itself is alive.
Tail's 12 Days of Shitsmas
His chunky rancid asshole spoke in a lovecraftian language of unnaturally juicy, wet splurts, splorts, airy sbds and squeaks, seemingly imparting only sinister information to the olfactory senses than any intelligible meaning.
Through A Glass Darkly - 5
Whiffletree felt well rested when she rose. It was illogical, of course. They'd escaped a horrible danger, and rested amid the unknown and perhaps the unknowable, and yet she'd slept deeply and soundly. She stretched, as did Luna beside her, and...