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skullywullypully · 11 months
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I like cosmic horror a normal amount. 😊
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Humans are space orcs but instead of aliens it’s eldritch abominations
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yubriamakesart · 11 months
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i remembered that I wanted to try pixel art at some point so I did.
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Gotham City & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Eldritch, Eldritch Bruce Wayne, Eldritch Clark Kent, Eldritch Dick Grayson, Eldritch Jason Todd, Gotham City is Terrible, Sentient Gotham City, ish, Eldritch Kryptonians, Alternate Universe - Horror, Alternate Universe - Eldritch Abominations (Cthulhu Mythos), Fey/Warlock Alfred, Immortality, Magical Realism, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent Series: Part 2 of eldritch 'verse Summary:
Sensing his entrapment, the boy raises his shoulders, hands phasing into juvenile claws. He hisses at Kal -- the closest to him -- even as his legs tremble.
Bruce aches for him. Cornered by two immortals, and the child is still standing tall. He is stubborn, edged in vicious, glowing green in the planes.
So unlike Dick. So much like him, still.
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herbertwest · 6 months
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Reverse Dog trick or treat!!! Dr Java[script] Beans is one (1) years old!
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also post haircut:
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say hi to Penelope for me!!
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Ted note: I LOVE THIS DOG, THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS RAY OF SUNSHINE TO MY ASK BOX.
I will pass along your greeting to Penelope.
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triggerblaze345 · 1 year
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Meet the Keeper of Hearts! They/He/She/It have a question for you!
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Chaos is a ladder by this_wild_abyss
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She's quite certain she's gone mad, but certain sacrifices can be made to save her precious people.
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The chakra construct in your gut might be an eldritch abomination, but you two get along like a house on fire.
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theloversbox · 1 year
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I painted an art prompt from my Art Prompt app again, this time, the prompt was, "Draw a Cafe for Eldritch monsters." So, I sketched a picture of Cthullu and I'd assume would be a Bible-acurate angel having a coffee. I know, the way I portrayed this piece is not scary or creepy, however, I do find humor in it because eldritch monsters that are unspeakably described is doing something... human. I guess I took away from the horror and mystique of eldritch abominations and their intentions.
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random-bookquotes · 2 years
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Programmers were always summoning up eldritch abominations with misplaced semi-colons and what they took to be errant non-repeatable bugs.
James T. Callum, Futures Grave (Pyresouls Apocalypse #2)
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thesinglesock · 5 months
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my mom walked upstairs in her seal skin boots. Fjonka (my rabbit) came running to greet them (her seal skin boots). she sniffed them for a second. nuzzled them, before realizing they weren't breathing. horror dawned on her. she begun to understand she was dealing with something she couldn't comprehend. she backed off, without letting them out of her sight. she STOMPED to let them (the seal skin boots) know that she did NOT like this situation. my mom stomped back. Fjonka stomped harder, exhibiting a bravery and assertedness I had no idea she possessed. mom turned and went back down the stairs. Good job, Fjonk. You sure showed those undead vampire rabbits who's boss.
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forgottenbones · 3 months
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California Gurls | Cho'Gath ai cover
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yubriamakesart · 6 months
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we're still very in the middle of things, but we hit the end of the "Halla gets introduced and has some fun flashbacks" section, so here's all those pages in one place.
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comfortventure · 1 year
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Warning! Glitching, A Fuck Ton of Eyes, Slight Flashing.
Meet my OCs, Emerald Kit Reagan (left, He/They) and Jeann Grimheart (right, He/Him). Two eldritch abominations that somehow got together.
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weirdtimes · 10 months
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Who's ready for an adventure?
First // Next
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starryslushie · 4 months
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he looks so squishable
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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year
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Imagine being sacrificed to be eaten by some giant eldritch monster by your village due to being human and him just deciding you'll be the mother to his half breed babies and gently picking you up while carrying your face infront of the village who sacrificed you and the mosnter treating you as if you were glass and assuring how good of a dad he'll be
Yay more eldritch beasts! ^_^'
Eldritch beast (Castor) x female reader
Word Count: 1.5k
W: sfw monster fluff, some breeding talk
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“Hurry up!” the mayor of your town snarled as he dragged you behind him. 
“Please! Please don’t do this!” you howled as the sacrificial altar that had been newly built at the base of the mountain came into view. 
You tugged and pulled, trying to get away, but your hands were tied and they’d thrown a loop of rope around your neck, choking you whenever you pulled too hard. 
“Stop sniveling, (Y/N),” he snapped, “you’re a hero! Show some pride! Your sacrifice will bring prosperity to the village. We’ll raise a statue in your honor!” 
You didn’t want a statue, you wanted to go home and for your town to stop all this nonsense. Since they’d had a bad year, the crops failing and winter coming far sooner than they expected, somehow they’d gotten it into their heads that a sacrifice to the mountain spirit would bring them good fortune. Of course, you knew it was all superstition, but the rest of the town agreed with the mayor. Being the only dissenter at the meeting they’d held to announce their plan, you were chosen to be the sacrifice. 
Tears leaked down your cheeks as you were tightly strapped to the stone altar while the rest of your town gathered around to watch. 
The mayor cleared his throat and stood in front of you facing the mountain. 
“Oh great mountain spirit we come to you with this humble offering! We see the error of our ways and present to you the fairest maiden from our village as penance for our mistakes! We honor you with this gift of flesh…” 
His speech went on and on, full of apologies, lies, and pleas for a good harvest.
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Castor’s ears perked as he made his way through the woods on his usual hunting route. He hardly paid attention to the village at the base of his mountain, humans were annoying and noisy so he avoided them at all costs, but this time there was an odd scent on the wind. It was a sweet scent. A scent he quite liked. He crept down the mountain on his many thick tentacles and peered through the trees to find an odd sight. 
The townspeople were all assembled at some strange stone table they’d erected. His eyes focused on you, strapped to the table, while a man stood over you squawking about something or another. He blinked at you, examining you from afar with his excellent eyesight, assisted by his many eyes. 
He usually didn’t bother in human affairs, but as he sniffed the air he discovered it was you that smelled so nice. What were the silly humans doing to you? When the stocky man yelling into the forest pulled out a bejeweled blade and waved it at you he found himself barrelling through the trees, flattening them as his bulk plowed through. He couldn’t let them hurt you!
The mayor’s eyes grew huge as he took in the massive beast looming over you, his large teeth bared and shining claws raised, and he froze where he stood.
“STOP!” Castor boomed in an ethereal and very deep voice that shook the leaves on the trees and made the mayor drop his sword with a clang. 
While the rest of your town trembled and watched, he turned his attention to you, your cheeks streaked with glittering tears. You were so incredibly frightened your scream was caught in your throat and you only let out a miserable whimper. 
The beast examining you was massive, moving on a tangle of thick tentacles. His torso was like a man’s but with a large mouth filled with dripping teeth in the center. There was no mouth on his face, only ten eyes blinking down at you with a look that might be…gentle? 
You found yourself a bit stunned and confused, searching his eyes as he studied you.
“Oh great mountain spirit!” your mayor broke in with a shaky voice, “p-please accept this sacrifice of fresh, beautiful meat to sate your hunger and soothe your anger! Bring us a good harvest and spare us game for our hunt!” 
Castor almost laughed. Sate his hunger? Bring a good harvest? He had no idea what the man was talking about. As you had suspected, Castor had nothing to do with the weather or the harvest. He simply lived in the mountain because it was a nice home away from humans. 
The last thing he wanted to do was eat you. You looked so pretty lying there, your hair fanned out around your face. He drifted closer to you, exploring you with his sensitive tentacles. Your skin was soft and smooth, feeling quite nice when he touched it and you smelled incredible. Like a mate. Your town watched eagerly with anticipation. They were sure if he killed you and ate you all of their problems would be solved. 
You felt his curious tentacles wind their way around your limbs, the little suckers exploring and tasting as they moved. Though your heart pounded in your chest, he didn’t seem to want to eat you. For one, his large gaping mouth was closed and his eyes were examining you very carefully…but not like food. His look was a different kind of hunger. 
“You’ll make a pretty wife, little human,” he said with incredible softness. 
“W-what?” you heard yourself squeak. 
He didn’t answer, but very gently snapped the straps holding you to the table and lifted you up into his two clawed arms, cradling you like you were fine china. 
“She’s for me?” he asked the mayor, still curious what exactly the town had been planning to do with you. 
“P-please! Gorge yourself on her tender flesh and gift us your favor!” the mayor went on. 
Castor opened his big mouth and laughed heartily, making everyone in the area tremble. 
“Foolish humans,” he boomed, “I have no interest in your petty problems, but I will accept your offering. Best of luck!” 
With a chuckle he hurried off into the woods, with you tucked in his arms, much faster than anyone could follow, leaving the townsfolk staring after him, their mouths agape. 
You peered up at him from around his biceps. 
“Y-you’re not going to improve the harvest?” you asked. 
“I’m not a god, that’s not within my power,” he snorted, “but I am very happy with their sacrifice.” 
He booped you on the nose with one of his claws and you blinked. 
“Th-then what are you going to do with me?” you questioned. 
A huge smile appeared on his large mouth, exposing his jagged, shiny teeth. 
“I’m going to make you my mate and fill you with my babies,” he explained. 
Your face blanched and he frowned. 
“Don’t be frightened,” he said, a tentacle stroking your head reassuringly, “I’ll take the very best care of you and be very gentle. You are my precious darling. I’m going to dress you in the warmest furs and keep you nice and cozy in my den. While those silly humans starve, scraping around in the dirt, I’m going to make you perfectly plump with the tenderest cuts of meat and the ripest fruits.” 
You considered the monster carrying you. He wasn’t exactly handsome in a normal human way, but he did smell nice, a bit like pine and moss, and his tentacles were very gentle. You certainly were in no danger if he was protecting you and being fed by a skilled hunter sounded much better than starving in your village. 
“O-okay,” you murmured as another tentacle lightly pinched your cheek, “my name’s (Y/N), what’s your name?” 
“Castor,” he said, preening with your interest in him. 
“I-I’m flattered you chose me,” you started, “but I’m not sure I’ll make a good mother to your babies.” 
A snort escaped his lips and the random tentacles he had wound around your limbs squeezed you just slightly. 
“You are sweet and small,” he assured you, “you’ll make a wonderful mother and I’m very responsible. I’ll help you through it. You won’t be alone. We’ll raise our children together…one big happy family.” 
While he carried you up the mountain, the snow started to fall silently around you signaling that winter had truly started and as you chatted with him about his life you felt yourself grow more and more relaxed in his warm arms. Finally, the adrenaline from the events of the day draining from you, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up again, your new life would begin. 
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