#CosmicHorror

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gabrielleclaudinerondaresdy
gabrielleclaudinerondaresdy

im just resting ;:=) watching cosmic horror and elevating my leg hahaha

i feel like hp lovecraft’s monsters would fit perfectly inside:

Annihilation

A Quiet Place

Birdbox

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stellasparks-neonblood
stellasparks-neonblood

NEONBLOOD — Official Trailer


In Neonhaven, love is not gentle. It is law. Madness. Obsession.


In a city where law is written in blood,

three forces hold the world together.

Ragnar — Law made flesh.

Kaine — Madness that feels like home.

Veyran — The white demon who designs fate.

And somewhere in the darkness…

a light that should not exist.


Angel.


The signal has begun.

🜂 Dark romance

🜂 Cosmic horror

🜂 Power, obsession and destiny

Watch the trailer below👇

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taintedwizard
taintedwizard

While talking to his base it cut to static then a automated voice said signal lost. He turned away from the moon rover to see the last minutes of Earth.

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sgcruz21-blog
sgcruz21-blog

Bob Ross Meets The Evil Dead: ‘Art Show! With Captain Skinner’

ART SHOW! WITH CAPTAIN SKINNER is here to haunt your canvas. 10 episodes of hyper-phantasmagorical body horror and actual art lessons.

📍 Watch now on YouTube & Substack. New episodes drop every Friday starting March 6!

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g2m559
g2m559

MAGINOT

Isolation or transcendence, it all looks the same from down here.
A scene of the birth of the White Maginot.


Posted using PostyBirb

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metaverseplanet
metaverseplanet

The Ghost Sun: We are 8 minutes in the past.

Okay, this concept actually messed me up a little while I was writing it. 🤯

We all know light takes time to travel. But think about what that really means. If the Sun simply vanished right now—poof, gone—we wouldn’t know for exactly 8 minutes and 20 seconds.

We would still feel the warmth on our skin. We would still see the light. We would even still feel the gravity pulling us in orbit. But in reality, we would be orbiting absolutely nothing. We would be ghosts, circling a grave, totally unaware that we are already flinging into the deep void of space at 67,000 mph.

I went down a deep rabbit hole researching the timeline of a “Sunless Earth” for the blog, and while the darkness is scary, the “Oxygen Snow” is what really haunts me.

Eventually, the atmosphere gets so cold that the air itself freezes. Imagine walking outside (in a spacesuit, obviously) and seeing snow made of frozen oxygen drifting down. It’s terrifyingly beautiful.

I broke down the full scientific timeline—from the moment gravity fails to the possibility of humanity surviving in geothermal bunkers—over on the site.

Read the full “Frozen Earth” timeline here: 👉 https://metaverseplanet.net/blog/8-minutes-to-darkness/

(Seriously, the survival strategy part is wild. I think I’d last maybe 2 days before the cold got me. 🥶)

#space #science #cosmichorror #existentialism #astronomy #writing #scifi #metaverseplanet #future #whatif

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oraleandreu
oraleandreu

Algunos horrores no vienen del espacio profundo.
Se arrastran en la oscuridad y susurran mientras duermes.

Nuevo artículo en OraleAndreu:
Brown Jenkin — el familiar que bebía sangre y entendía los ángulos imposibles

Un análisis del horror íntimo, la brujería y la geometría prohibida en The Dreams in the Witch House de H. P. Lovecraft.

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thehorrorlexicon
thehorrorlexicon

Seven in a ring. Tendrils link them. The singing begins.

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thehorrorlexicon
thehorrorlexicon

Seven in a ring. Tendrils link them. The singing begins.

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krutalana
krutalana

Descend into the abyss of madness with one of H.P. Lovecraft’s most chilling tales. “The Temple” is a first-person account of Karl Heinrich, an arrogant German U-boat commander during World War I. After committing an act of callous brutality, his submarine, the U-29, is left crippled and stranded on the ocean floor. As the crew succumbs to panic and supernatural dread, a series of inexplicable events unfold. A dead crewman clutches a strange ivory idol… a mysterious, corpse-like current flows against all known laws… and a haunting, phosphorescent light beckons from the impossible depths. Driven by a compulsion he cannot understand, the last survivor ventures towards a sunken, non-human city of cyclopean scale. What ancient secrets does the titular temple hold? And what is the price for gazing upon the forgotten truths of a world older than mankind? This is pure Lovecraftian horror: a masterful blend of psychological terror, cosmic indifference, and the slow, terrifying unraveling of a rational mind faced with the utterly inexplicable. Listen, if you dare, and remember: some truths should remain buried in the deep.

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stellasparks-neonblood
stellasparks-neonblood

RAGNAR — CANON ORIGIN TEXT


Born in the Womb Cathedral,

where flesh was inventory

and survival was a function.


He learned pain before language.

Obedience before choice.

Fire before mercy.


They raised him as property.

A body built to endure.

A weapon taught to wait.


But the fire did not belong to them.


It answered him.


Not as rage.

As clarity.


The first time it moved through him,

he understood what they never did:


He was not made to serve.

He was made to survive what others could not.


The Womb Cathedral forged his body.

The fire claimed his will.


And from that moment on,

there was only one truth:


The fire was always his.

☆NeonBlood is an original universe.

All characters, mythology, and narrative elements are original creations☆

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wildlionva
wildlionva

I am having yumeful thoughts now. I should be sleeping it is 3 AM but the thoughts… they ring…

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wildlionva
wildlionva

And finally, the last prompt for Objectober (over 2 months later) IS COMPLETE

Objectober Day 31 - Free Day/Cosmichorror

Bonus doodle + prompt list below the cut

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Because of how many doomed universes these two are in, I can’t NOT do one angst doodle

Prompt list by @/doodlebeeberry

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wildlionva
wildlionva

Cosmichorror tomorrow who cheered?

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hodgepocalypse
hodgepocalypse

The Final Equation arrives.
Gothic desire meets cosmic indifference—and only mortals can break the pattern.
Meet the Null Child, the Collapse of the Dreamlands, and the rise of a Third Pantheon.
Part 06:

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wildlionva
wildlionva

I am now having difficulty of trying to think of more cute drawings to do with Cosmichorror for the last Objectober prompt when I have created so many doomed scenarios/AUs with friends

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