And wouldn't that blow Anderson's mind, considering the closest thing to a Great One he's met so far is Alucard and that Amygdala.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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And wouldn't that blow Anderson's mind, considering the closest thing to a Great One he's met so far is Alucard and that Amygdala.
I'm telling you, Ebrietas in a nun's outfit.
- Location
- USA
...........not the worst thing I've heard of.
noahgab1133
Fluffy?
SV5195R
C-Weapon
- Location
- Russian Federation
DAMN YOU, SANDMAN. NOW I CAN'T UNSEE THAT.
U̻̘͕̜̠̖͢u̺̳̱̠ͅgy̛̰̭u͉̠̠͎̖̦u͚̦̕~̳̦̜̘
͏̹͕͓̜̦̺A̕m̻͇̲̙̣̤͇͠ ͓͕͇̩̙̠I͕̯̰͈ ̥͕̞p̯͔̭̺̮͜e̯͙͔̯̩̙͠ni̙̕t̗͝e̹͚͉̤̩͖̝n͇͓̥̥̖̯͝t̡̖͇͉̹̩̠̝ ̦͓͓̜̯n̥̳̙̫̘̜o̶͖̼̤̹̬w̠͜,̵̩ ̻̭͚͔̭̻͙F͙͝a̙̭̟̞͙ͅt̼̭͍h͎͇͔͈̹̦͙͜er̗̥̣̮̟͡?͕̩̭̪̟̘
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- Location
- USA
.......
*murders Communist Frog*
NitroFumetsu
Blaze of Glory
I said it before and I'll say it again.
I think that image by itself is too goofy to be horrifying.
I think that image by itself is too goofy to be horrifying.
End Goal: Anderson recreates his Axis of Righteousness with Great Old Ones.
....would Ebrietas' talking be considered moon-speak?
Anderson, Yum-Ebrietas, Rom-kel.
....would Ebrietas' talking be considered moon-speak?
Anderson, Yum-Ebrietas, Rom-kel.
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Sovereign Hunt
A Concentric Circle
- Location
- Bereft of Name
...
Murrrrder Tiiiiiiime.
If you don't mind, I'll be over here giving myself brain surgery. I'm not a brain surgeon, and will almost certainly fail, but I guess that stabbing my brain with a pointy stick will get rid of that image anyhow.
A more preferable fate, regardless.
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- Location
- USA
Where's the Italian?
- Location
- Argentina
Remember what happened with the last italian?
So Double from Skullgirls?
The Plain Doll could be the German or Italian, with Rom taking the remaining slot.
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
- Location
- North American Plaguelands
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] I hear and understand you, If you want to utter any last words would ye mind speaking them with sounds not prodding the inside of me skull.
Yeah, it kind of does. Anderson isn't precisely into killing innocents, and it's entirely possible Etebrias's only sin was not being able to communicate well.
- Location
- A Place Miserably Bereft of Cats
And being an enormous, writhing tentacle monster.
But hey, Anderson knows how that goes. Should be fine!
Would Anderson attack a biblical angel that approached him?
And, well, IIRC the pope is rather open for aliens converting, so clearly not being human is no hindrance.
That might be a decent IC reasoning. "What Would (Pope) Francis Do?"
Edit: But any converting or baptizing would have to wait until any and all trace of the Choir is dismantled. I mean Anderson just buried an orphanage' worth of kids, so I really doubt he's in a very forgiving mindset right now.
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Galerians
I am Blissfully Insane
- Location
- Indonesia
The image I can find is not a hundred percent correct, but still close enough. Behold, Nyarlathotep in maid outfit (and yes, that is a maid outfit).
Also, were this fic more influenced by Japanese pop cultures (especially since both Hellsing and Bloodborne were made in Japan), it won't long before the eldritch abominations (Especially the implied-to-be non hostile ones, like Ebrietas, Rom, or even Moon Presence) turns into nubile girls. You know, like these ones.
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- Location
- Argentina
The image I can find is not a hundred percent correct, but still close enough. Behold, Nyarlathotep in maid outfit (and yes, that is a maid outfit).
Also, were this fic more influenced by Japanese pop cultures (especially since both Hellsing and Bloodborne were made in Japan), it won't long before the eldritch abominations (Especially the implied-to-be non hostile ones, like Ebrietas, Rom, or even Moon Presence) turns into nubile girls. You know, like these ones.
GOD DAMMIT NYARLATHOTEP! Go fuck with Philemon and his Persona users or something, I know you are our self destructive impulses, but this is too much!
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
I'm pretty sure Nyarly is cosplaying as Nyaruko from that one anime.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Considering the fact that voice actress Matsuki Miyu recently died, this topic is quite sad.
Daughter of the Cosmos
You take deep breaths, working to regain your footing and motioning for Eileen to stay back. Your headache continues to diminish, although so far it's only gone from "your brain stuck in the middle of the trash compactor from Star Wars" to "entire Dropkick Murphys concert funneled directly into your eardrums."
"Anderson, what's that thing doing to you?" Eileen hisses. You raise a finger and let your head throb for a few moments before turning to address Ebrietas.
"I can hear 'n' understand ye. If ye want ta utter any last words, would ye mind speakin' 'em with sounds, not proddin' the inside o' me skull?"
"It's talking to you?" says Eileen. You barely hear her, as you're distracted by the massive, eldritch monstrosity from beyond time and space giving out a high-pitched sort of squawk and making a brief hop you're pretty much positive its spindly wings are physically incapable of supporting.
You can understand me! Someone can finally understand me! I've been trying so hard and Allison tried so hard but I can finally-
"Sounds, please!"
I'm sorry, I don't actually have the organs to make those kinds of sounds. But I can communicate now!
She slightly shifts her great head, facing Eileen. At least you think so; it's not easy to tell when her eyes are like two meters apart and wobbling independently of one another.
Hello!
Eileen starts, well-honed reflexes just managing to keep her blades in her hands. Her mask's beak is a blur as she looks from you to Ebrietas in rapid succession.
"Anderson, please tell me you heard that."
You nod. Ebrietas is slithering merrily back and forth, granting you a glimpse of the stout, flower-infested mound behind her. A misshapen, spidery form is draped across the top, its stonelike hide dotted with eyes and legs in bizarre arrangements.
Another addition to the metric fuckton of questions, you suppose. You cough awkwardly, distracting Ebrietas from her cheerful warbling. She tilts her head and eyes you.
"You...ye did hear the first part, right? About the corruption and the judgment?"
A little bit, but I was...
She seems to droop slightly and turns to face the heap, lurching .
Allison had been trying to teach me how to communicate without a mental link or the phantasms. She taught me how to write a little bit in your language; I wasn't very good at it, but she kept trying. She had the idea that if she couldn't communicate with me as she was, then maybe I could change her into something that could.
Wow, this is killing the shit out of the mood.
"That's all fine and dandy, but, ah, we're still here ta kill ye."
What?!
With a speed that belies her bulk, she wraps herself around the mound protectively. Why do you want to kill me?
"I just toldja! Had a right good speech 'n everythin'!"
I wasn't listening!
Fucking hell.
"Yer followers kidnapped children, experimented on 'em, an' tricked the citizens inta drinkin' yer blood an' turnin' inta werewolves."
There's the righteous fury again. You twirl your bayonets in preparation, only to slow down when Ebrietas shies away and squeezes the heap harder.
But I only gave them my blood so they could study it. They said that was all they were going to do with it.
"They lied."
Why?
"Because they were arseholes. They wanted ta 'ascend' with ye."
But...but they promised!
"Didn't ye wonder about the emissaries?"
They said they were volunteers! Wow, that's fucked up.
"Couldn't ye just read their minds or somethin'?"
I tried that once and people got hurt!
You wouldn't have thought it was possible for a tonne of cephalopodic flesh to look small, but here you are. You and Eileen look at one another, neither of you prepared at all for this kind of situation. The next time the Daughter of the Cosmos "speaks," it's soft, almost on the level of the intrusive thoughts that tell you to trip old ladies when you're crossing the street.
I gave them my blood so they could help people. I thought they could do that and then one day I could talk to them and they could introduce me to people and I wouldn't be lonely anymore. I wanted to help.
She uncoils, stares at the motionless stone spider, and slouches her way towards the nearby wall before turning once more to face you.
What happened to the Choir?
"Dead," you say. "Some by their own hands, some by mine."
And the children?
"I put 'em out of their misery."
What about the city?
"Fallin' apart. Infested with beasts."
Because of me.
You say nothing. Slowly, she prostrates herself, arms and tentacles pressed against the watery ground and head within easy striking distance.
If you still want to kill me, you can.
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"Anderson, what's that thing doing to you?" Eileen hisses. You raise a finger and let your head throb for a few moments before turning to address Ebrietas.
"I can hear 'n' understand ye. If ye want ta utter any last words, would ye mind speakin' 'em with sounds, not proddin' the inside o' me skull?"
"It's talking to you?" says Eileen. You barely hear her, as you're distracted by the massive, eldritch monstrosity from beyond time and space giving out a high-pitched sort of squawk and making a brief hop you're pretty much positive its spindly wings are physically incapable of supporting.
You can understand me! Someone can finally understand me! I've been trying so hard and Allison tried so hard but I can finally-
"Sounds, please!"
I'm sorry, I don't actually have the organs to make those kinds of sounds. But I can communicate now!
She slightly shifts her great head, facing Eileen. At least you think so; it's not easy to tell when her eyes are like two meters apart and wobbling independently of one another.
Hello!
Eileen starts, well-honed reflexes just managing to keep her blades in her hands. Her mask's beak is a blur as she looks from you to Ebrietas in rapid succession.
"Anderson, please tell me you heard that."
You nod. Ebrietas is slithering merrily back and forth, granting you a glimpse of the stout, flower-infested mound behind her. A misshapen, spidery form is draped across the top, its stonelike hide dotted with eyes and legs in bizarre arrangements.
Another addition to the metric fuckton of questions, you suppose. You cough awkwardly, distracting Ebrietas from her cheerful warbling. She tilts her head and eyes you.
"You...ye did hear the first part, right? About the corruption and the judgment?"
A little bit, but I was...
She seems to droop slightly and turns to face the heap, lurching .
Allison had been trying to teach me how to communicate without a mental link or the phantasms. She taught me how to write a little bit in your language; I wasn't very good at it, but she kept trying. She had the idea that if she couldn't communicate with me as she was, then maybe I could change her into something that could.
Wow, this is killing the shit out of the mood.
"That's all fine and dandy, but, ah, we're still here ta kill ye."
What?!
With a speed that belies her bulk, she wraps herself around the mound protectively. Why do you want to kill me?
"I just toldja! Had a right good speech 'n everythin'!"
I wasn't listening!
Fucking hell.
"Yer followers kidnapped children, experimented on 'em, an' tricked the citizens inta drinkin' yer blood an' turnin' inta werewolves."
There's the righteous fury again. You twirl your bayonets in preparation, only to slow down when Ebrietas shies away and squeezes the heap harder.
But I only gave them my blood so they could study it. They said that was all they were going to do with it.
"They lied."
Why?
"Because they were arseholes. They wanted ta 'ascend' with ye."
But...but they promised!
"Didn't ye wonder about the emissaries?"
They said they were volunteers! Wow, that's fucked up.
"Couldn't ye just read their minds or somethin'?"
I tried that once and people got hurt!
You wouldn't have thought it was possible for a tonne of cephalopodic flesh to look small, but here you are. You and Eileen look at one another, neither of you prepared at all for this kind of situation. The next time the Daughter of the Cosmos "speaks," it's soft, almost on the level of the intrusive thoughts that tell you to trip old ladies when you're crossing the street.
I gave them my blood so they could help people. I thought they could do that and then one day I could talk to them and they could introduce me to people and I wouldn't be lonely anymore. I wanted to help.
She uncoils, stares at the motionless stone spider, and slouches her way towards the nearby wall before turning once more to face you.
What happened to the Choir?
"Dead," you say. "Some by their own hands, some by mine."
And the children?
"I put 'em out of their misery."
What about the city?
"Fallin' apart. Infested with beasts."
Because of me.
You say nothing. Slowly, she prostrates herself, arms and tentacles pressed against the watery ground and head within easy striking distance.
If you still want to kill me, you can.
[] Write in...