#lovecraft
Re-animator
I love these posters! These artworks so gorgeous!
“… Time was not merciful to her whilst in that tube… Her horrendous power only grew. Her containment increased as her energy output skyrocketed - as did the damage it wrought upon herself. Those that she loved and would do anything to protect fear her now. No longer did they refer to her as a friend, but monster. She screamed in agony as they tried to weaken her by taking more energy. It didn’t change a thing… except incur her fury…”
“They subdued her. They broke her apart. Her wrath was endless, but in pieces they were manageable. Through horrific methods did they make her think of one thing…”
‘I love this world…’
“And she struggled no more…”
“But…”
“There’s a crack in her tube - a flaw in manufacturing, it seems. It will be replaced tomorrow with no difficulty. There’s only one thought in her mind after all.”
Part 1:
“She was a danger to all that is around her as much as she was to herself… she knew this… and so she made a grand machine and put herself in it. There, the machine took the excess energy that rotted and sustained her body and turned it to energy. Energy… for all. Though her freedom is limited, all she loves is safe. That is all she could ever ask for.”
Part 2:
“Sorry dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Knowledge they hoard
Knowledge they seek
Offer what’s unknown
Gain all that they’ve reaped”
“Spm ilwzma pqu.”
(To the tune of Baby Beluga)
Baby Cthulhu in the deep R'lyeh
Schemes all night and he dreams all day,
Madness above,
And the deep below,
And a squamous lil fella on the go!
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Is the water warm in your murky home
Where you lie dreaming?
Way down where the Innsmouth folk all play
Where you plot and scheme all day,
Waves rush in,
And the waves rush out,
See the madness that’s a-swirling all about!
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends,
We dread to hear you!
After the dawn when you’re warm and fed,
Snuggled up in your eldritch bed
When you wake, we’ll meet our end.
Sweet dreams, little tentacled friend!
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Ba-by C-thu-lu,
Is the water warm in your murky home
Where you lie dreaming?
Baby Cthulu in the deep R'lyeh,
Schemes all night and he dreams all day.
Madness above,
And the deep below,
And a squamous little fella on the go!
He’s just a squamous little fella on the go!
the stage play is so good
That is some terrible vibes, I love it!
nah theyre alright vibes when you get to know them
:3!
This is how you properly depict lovecraftian horrors.
I am actually fascinated