#fantasy eldritch au

[redactedgoose]

Here's my piece for the first day of Phantasy Phest- Fantasy Eldritch AU @phantasycentral

Danny stares up at the building. It's nondescript, just some random office building in Chicago.

Or, so one would think.

He takes the last few steps to the door, raises his hand, and knocks.

Truth be told, some random, nondescript office building in uptown Chicago wasn't exactly what he was imagining when he agreed to go to the Conclave.

He sticks his hands in his pockets and stares up at the door, waiting to be let in.

Becoming the King of Ghosts wasn't something that he had planned on. Finish middle school, go to high school, go to college for something STEM related and get his master's degree or go to one of the NASA pilot schools, and be an astronaut. That had been the plan.

And then... zap, and ghosts were real and also his problem.

Danny sighs and knocks again.

"You know, if you don't let me in I'll just phase through the door," he calls.

He's in his human form right now, which is probably why they're ignoring him. Though, it is his first time at the Conclave, and the first time a ghost has been to one in a very long time.

The door opens soundlessly; no one stands there. Alright, he can appreciate the creepy aesthetic.

He strides in through the door, head held high. As he crosses the boundary, he lets his transformation wash over him. His steps lighten as his hair does, gravity and color both bleeding from him. The faint chill and weight of his crown settles over his head and his shoulders become just a tad bit heavier as his cloak manifests out of the aether, the fabric-but-not flaring out behind him as he walks.

The inside of the building is nothing like the outside. The plain, ordinary facade outside is carried over for about seven or eight steps before he comes upon a shimmering barrier. Stepping through it feels like walking through a cool mist, faint popping spreading over his skin from the magic in it.

Past that point, the interior design matches up better to his imagination of the locale of the Conclave. It looks like the inside of an old castle, the dingy grey linoleum switching to a warm, wooden floor covered in a blood red carpet. The walls are stone instead of the off-white painted drywall, stretching high up to thick, wooden beams that bracket the tall, arched ceiling. Torches are positioned at regular intervals on the walls, burning with a pale purple flame; heavy and dark metal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, that same pale purple flame burning there instead of any candles.

He continues to walk down the red carpet—ha—to the massive, sweeping staircase at the end of the hall. The thing is made out of what looks like the same stone as the walls and the carpet continues up the stairs to the large, arched double doors.

Honestly, if it wasn't for his innate sense of space, he'd think that the magic barrier was a teleportation spell. As it was, it was only thanks to just that that he knew this was a sort of pocket dimension. He was in the same general area relative to where the building was, but slightly... to the left? Tilted. A little liminal, which he liked. He wasn't too familiar with the living's magic, but even he could tell that this was an impressive feat.

Danny finishes his ascent, finally standing in front of the double doors. They're similar to the chandeliers in that they're made out of that same dark metal. It couldn't be iron, though.

He opens the doors with a push of his telekinesis and strides through. A massive, circular table seating eleven greets him, the marble covered by a black runner and topped with more of those silver light candles in an intricate candle holder.

"Hello," he greets the assorted eleven mildly. "You have me at a disadvantage. My name is Danny Phantom. You all are...?"

Oh, some of them bristle at that. He can taste their irritation and incredulity. If he came back to another Conclave, they'd get to know very fast that he wasn't one to be respectful unless it was earned. Yes, these people were the rulers of their respective species. No, Danny didn't give a shit.

Surprisingly, one's threshold for respect and the like tended to shift after getting into fistfights with gods at the tender age of fourteen.

The woman at the head of the table speaks up first, raising her chin. "I am Queen Adelaide of the Witches. We tend to the this hall that hosts the Conclave, and bid you welcome to our table."

Her purple eyes flick over to look to the man next to her. He's thin-boned and almost waifish, reminding Danny of a hummingbird. His ears are also long and come to a point, but the feathers that sprout from his brows and wrap around his temples to mix into his hair strike out elf.

"I am King Ashok of the Avians."

Danny inclines his head to him. Just as before, though, the next person starts to talk almost immediately afterwards. He's tall, even sitting, with broad shoulders. His face is long, and his thick, bushy sideburns stretch down to his chin.

"King Bedwyr of the Werecreatures. I represent all the Were tribes."

It makes sense, since his eyes are also an inhuman amber gold. A werewolf, perhaps? Or a werebear? Danny dips his head once more. He's not too well-versed in were politics, since the Dead tribes are fiercely independent and territorial. Wulf was a bit of an outlier in that regard.

"Welcome, Phantom," the next woman says with a smile. It's sharp, though, and the lack of a title before his name is quite telling. "I am Myrto, Queen of the Sirens."

Ahh, alright.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he returns, just as mildly as his greeting. "I've always enjoyed talking with Queen Peisinoe when visiting her domain in the Realms. She's told me many stories about her time amongst the living. She and Lady Pandora are some of my dearest friends."

It becomes a little difficult to hold onto his mild smile as her eyes widen slightly and her face twists like she's bitten into a lemon, though.

He might be young, but he's been dealing with ghost politics for a while now. He can recognize the snub and return fire just as well as any of these people.

Peisinoe had told him how bratty the current Siren Queen was, though, so he's not too surprised.

"'ello!" The next woman, a chubby and red-cheeked lady with long, brown hair and a fur coat smiles at him. "I'm the Queen of the Selkies. Just call me Boann, though, King Phantom."

"Call me Danny, then," he returns, smile growing and morphing into something a little more genuine.

"I am King Celal of the mer. I represent all from under the water. It is a pleasure to meet the keeper of the Below Deeps."

Right. In the mers' religion, that's their afterlife. It's a pretty cool area, even if Danny doesn't often go. He makes the water too cold for some of the people living there.

"Well met, King Phantom." The next man looks similar to King [Avian], but without the feathers and with longer ears. His hair's long and thin and his skin is almost unhealthily pale. "I am the Erlkönig, the Elf King. You may call me Eadric."

"Well met."

"I'm Enitan, King Under the Mountains. Nice to meet ya!" The dwarf king is taller than Danny would've imagined, but the impressive, braided strawberry blond beard he's sporting fits right in.

The next person starts to talk even as Danny's still nodding at the Dwarf King.

"I am Verner, King of the Dragons." The man's eyes are like liquid gold and slitted like a cat's. Faint golden scales trail across his pronounced cheekbones up to and across his forehead, though it's harder to see them there thanks to the King's blond bangs.

"I am Doroteia, Queen of the Nymphs," the final woman says. She wouldn't look out of place in the Realms with her green skin and plant matter hair, vines and leaves cascading down her back.

"And finally, I am Ciprian, King of the Vampires." The last man says. He sits next to the Witch Queen, on the side opposite to the Avian King. They almost look like siblings, with the same pale skin—though Adelaide's was paler—and long dark hair. The only other distinguishing mark between them was the Vampire King's blood red eyes and more angular features.

"Thank you all for the welcome," Danny says, nodding to everyone in general.

He floats forward from the doors to the table, not putting on the pretense of walking. There's one open space there, but no chair.

Danny stops a short distance from the table. The others' chairs look standard and not like they'd brought or made them, so it wasn't a test of any kind.

Hm. Well...

"Queen Adelaide, you bid me welcome to your table. Was that merely a platitude?" He asks, perfectly and unnaturally still.

Tsk, tsk. Offering hospitality and then not being hospitable was quite the dangerous business—she of all people would know, keeping an elf in her council.

"Phantom," Adelaide starts, a pretty smile gracing her face despite the snub she just dealt, "You are the first of your kind in centuries to grace our halls. Please forgive us, of course, for being..." she trails off slightly, a tilting head cascading dark hair off her shoulder. "Hesitant."

"Oh?" Danny fishes.

"You wear an oversized crown, child," Verner butts in, chin high and draconic pride very clearly showing through. "More to that, you look human. What proof is there that you are whom you say you are?"

Ah. Ah.

Danny takes a breath. Then, he... relaxes. The boundaries between living and dead, thin that they already are in him, dissolve down to the merest atom, a whisper of a breath on knife's edge. Power whips about him with enough force to tousle his hair and toss the ends of his cloak about even as it shifts, lengthens, the night sky growing from his shoulders. His form unspools from his remnants of mortality, growing and bathing the space in him. Nebulae dance around the edges of the room, a starlight glow emanating from his form. The chill of deep space is contained easily enough, massing with the inexorable pull of gravity that makes up the dark of his chest and limbs. His crown floats over his head, burning the cold blue of ice planets, spikes of the stuff climbing in delicate spires. Small satellites orbit his crown—four of them, all different colors.

For all that Danny was starstuff, his eyes always were of the Realms. Green, green like the air and the earth and the everything that made up the Realms. Pure ectoplasmic green burns in his eyes, bright enough to be supernovae in their own right.

"Is this what you imagined? Am I properly monstrous now?" Danny asks, voice echoing throughout the room. He watches the Were King's fur raise, the Avian King's feathers ruffle. "I maintain a visage of humanity by my own liking, but I am so much more than just that."

He lets his form drift just a little more, his chest and arms whisping out like his legs until he's more or less a star-studded amorphous mass with a head on top. Even that, though, is... Other. His mouth is too large, he knows, and his eyes too deep and too many, all contained within his sockets, irises many and varied as stars in the sky.

His crown burns cold over his head, hanging in the air.

"I am the Shield of the After, Protector of the Beyond. I am the One Between, the Balance, the Shepard, and the Guiding Star. The Tyrant-Killer. Deathless and Lifeless. I am the High King of the Infinite Realms."

As much as he had raged against taking the crown—all he was trying to do was protect his town, after all—he couldn't help but admit to himself that he... kinda liked it. Not the power, of course. That he could do without. All that paperwork? The bowing and scraping? Nah.

But the fact that he was able to do these things, to be these things... to help the dead as much as the living... it soothed something in him, fulfilled him in a way that being the protector of Amity did.

"I accepted the invitation to this Conclave with the hope of improving relations between the Living and the Dead. I did not come to be ridiculed and doubted, especially by mere mortals such as yourselves."

He can see the various Rulers' breaths misting in the air, the temperature dropping father by the second. Space was cold, after all. Danny very graciously doesn't allow the oxygen and atmosphere to vacate as it would in actual space.

Mostly.

He doesn't want to kill them, after all, just... give them a little scare.

The edges of the room waver, the witches' spellwork trembling under his presence. He extends what may have once been a hand but now resembled more of a tendril, or perhaps a bit of a galactic swirl, towards the nearest surface.

It happens to be the table.

It takes laughably little energy to shore up the witches' spellwork, the space growing more defined in an instant.

Pettily, he also adds a chair to the weave. It's just barely bigger than the others' chairs, made from ice and upholstered in neon green fabric.

He positions his form above the chair and beings the annoying process of reeling himself back into something manageable and humanoid, gravity increasing and compounding until the black of his body folds onto itself, defined edges forming once more. He reels the stars back into himself, tucking plenty inside his cloak. The chill, however, doesn't completely disappear.

Danny's head is the last thing to come back to normal, growing smaller and less mindbendingly awful and settling in its proper position on his neck. His eyes don't quite go back to normal either, though. He keeps the depth and the multiplicity, since he's been complimented on their fear-inducing properties many a time.

"Now, may we begin?" Danny asks politely, voice merely ethereal instead of booming and all-encompassing.

Pale, the Witch Queen just nods.

---

"So, how was it?" Sam asks him later, fastballing a chocolate chip muffin directly at his forehead as he walks in through the door.

"Did the vampires sparkle?" Tucker yells his question from further into their shared home.

Danny snorts, snatching the muffin from where he'd instinctively made it bob in the air, held inches away from his skin. "The vampire didn't sparkle, Tuck. And it was pretty fun! I got to go full abomination!"

"Hell yeah." Sam holds her hand up and he returns the high five. "Whatever they did, they deserved it."

Danny laughs as he drops onto their couch. "Yeah, they're not going to make that mistake again any time soon."

#danny phantom #phantasy phest 2023 #fantasy eldritch au #dp

[creepycoffins]

Trigun98 Appreciation Week Day 4: Fantasy AU

Vash being a spooky cute elf guy

#trigunsource #Trigun 98 appreciation week #Trigun #vash the stampede #vash #my art #fanart #fantasy au #terrifying Eldritch elf fairy vash my king

[dpfantasyzine]

Welcome to the second annual Phantasy Phest! I started this event to bring the spotlight to fantasy theme Danny Phantom content. And we are back for another year.

Phantasy Phest is partnering with @ectoberhaunt this year, since their theme is magic vs science!! Get your fantasy mojo started with Phantasy Phest the week before Ectober Haunt starts, leaving off the weekends so you can have a tiny break between events.

Please tag @phantasycentral and use the tag #Phantasy Phest 2023

Monday 9/25: Fantasy Eldritch Au — this is a leftover prompt from last year. We all love Eldritch Danny, but can you make our eldritch bot extra magical?

Tuesday 9/26: Dungeons and Dragons — is the gang playing DND? Or are they in a fantasy world having a dnd style campaign? Were they isekai’d into a dnd game? Crossover with the new movie? You decide!

Wednesday 9/27: Wings | Scales — you may use one or both!

Thursday 9/28: Studio Ghibli — think Howl’s Moving Castle, Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Nausica, etc. There are so many to chose from! Make an au or a crossover that is Ghibli themed, or a fantasy story with Ghibli vibes.

Friday 9/29: The Doctors Fenton should have planned for all eventualities. 😈

Again, please tag this blog and use the hashtag #Phantasy Phest 2023. I look forward to all you do!!

#danny phantom #phantasy phest 2023 #phandom #fantasy au #magic au #fanfiction #fanart #fantasy #eldritch #studio ghilibi #dungeons and dragons

[mamoonde]

mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #ancient magus bride wangxian au #wangxian #eldritch horror yllz #dragon lwj #crossposted from twt #modern fantasy au #long post #mamoonde fics

[mint-yooxgi]

Okay so....

yandere!human!Beomgyu who finds out you're an immortal...something....succubus? Vampire?

"I knew it!" A gleeful voice echoing around the warehouse manages to pull you from unconsciousness. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

Your head throbs, and you find enough strength to lift your bleary gaze. Blinking your eyes open, you see a man hopping around about ten feet away, giggling giddily with his back turned to you. As your vision returns, you notice he seems to be standing in front of a cork board, photos and pieces of papers strung up, connected by red strings.

He slams a happy hand onto the metal desk beneath the board, turning to you with a large grin on his features.

You sigh. "Beomgyu..."

"You thought I wouldn't figure it out." He chuckles, slowly walking closer to you.

You can tell he's feeling extremely confident right now, given his 'discovery', as well as the fact that your hands are cuffed behind your back. The fact that you can't immediately break the metal around your wrists indicates either a lack of strength on your part, which is highly unlikely, or the cuffs are enchanted. With another subtle tug of your wrists in opposite directions, your bet is definitely on the latter.

Briefly, your eyes dart passed his head, noting some candid shots of you pinned on the board.

"So, it's you who's been stalking me." You state, light amusement in your voice.

Carefully, you remove the thin bangle you had been wearing around your wrist earlier, flattening it to begin picking at the lock of the cuffs pinning you in place.

"Stalking is such a harsh term," he hums, his gaze dancing in glee. "I prefer studying."

"And did you learn anything interesting?" You hum, your fingers working at the cuffs diligently.

"Many things, actually," his grin widens as he plants himself right in from of you. He leans in, smacking his hands on either side of the chair's arms. "You're a vampire."

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before a boisterous laugh is escaping you, your eyes crinkling at the sides as tears blur your vision.

"Don't laugh! I know it's true!" He pouts, standing back to his full height. "You don't like sunny places. Your house is dull and dreary. You like wearing dark colours, and you bite people to survive! I even found these in your basement!"

Scurrying back over to the desk, he grabs something off the top in his one hand. Turning back to face you, he proudly presents what appears to be a wine bottle in your direction.

"The label is far too dusty to be new, and when I opened one, it didn't have the smell of vinegar from going bad." He explains, walking closer. "It smelled like iron, and when I poured some into a glass, it was almost coagulated. Really, it was kind of gross. You should be drinking fresher stuff than that. I'd gladly offer you my own-"

Another boisterous laugh escapes you, and you manage to topple yourself over in that chair you're in. Luckily, the impact on the ground covers the sound of the cuffs clicking open.

The lights begins to flicker.

"Oh, my dear sweet child," you bring a hand up to wipe at your eye, pushing yourself upwards as your figure grows. Tentacles emerge alongside wings from your spine, dwarfing the poor boy as you loom over him.

He begins to shake, but for some reason, you don't smell fear radiating off of him. Instead, the excitement shining within his eyes only grows. As you get closer, a tentacle wrapping around his waist to pull him to you, you even swear he lets out a small moan.

A maniacal grin stretches across your features, showcasing sharp, pointed teeth.

"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into."

#ask #yandere beomgyu #yandere txt #yandere tomorrow x together #beomgyu drabble #txt drabble #beomgyu scenarios #fantasy au #eldritch being au

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 11: underwater

The underwater creature is Danny. He is a siren that uses a ‘lure’ that looks like a mermaid to attract its prey. ‘Danny’ then wraps his arms around his prey and drags them underwater into his mouth.

Will Sam and Tucker be devoured? Or will they be able to befriend this eldritch creature?

#dannymay2023 #danny phantom #danny fenton #mermaid au #dp fantasy au #dp fanart #eldritch #day 11 #underwater #mermaid

[raaorqtpbpdy]

The Undead Adventurer (4)

When an interrupted resurrection spell leaved Danny halfway between life and death, his adventuring career should have been over. But Danny Fenton won't let something as minor as being regularly mistaken for a member of a zombie horde, or kidnapped by an unknowable monster of death stop him from becoming the strongest adventurer in the world with his best friends by his side.

For the following prompts:

His head spun. He couldn’t see past the light above him. What was it? [from @q-gorgeous]

Fantasy/rpg setting. Danny died, but the resurrection spell went wrong, and now he’s trapped as something not quite dead but not fully alive either. Not that he’d ever let that stop him from becoming an adventurer, even if he does get mistaken as a resident dungeon monster by other adventuring parties every now and then… [from @lexiepiper]

Danny catches the eye of something he shouldn't. (Eldritch affection or soft horror encouraged) [from Ventisette Stars]

Read also on AO3

Chapter 4: Living Thing, Dead Thing (first chapter | previous)

[Warnings for eldritch and psychological horror, and violence]

The deeper they traversed into the dungeon, the stronger the feeling of being watched became.

The next time they ran into zombies—though there were far fewer than the last horde—he ordered them to stand still and be silent while the trio took them out. That did nothing to help the unpleasant sensation Danny was struggling with.

The next zombie they crossed paths with, Danny ordered to just leave them alone, and they passed it by, allowing it to keep shambling along and inevitably attack the next group of adventurers that came its way. If anything, that just made the sensation even worse.

Growing increasingly anxious, Danny asked his friends if they felt it too, but evidently neither of them did, because they just looked at him funny and shook their heads.

If it was just him then... was he imagining it? Or did something have its eye on him specifically?

After three days of that intense feeling, Danny didn't want to go to sleep, even with one of his friend's keeping watch. They insisted he was just being paranoid, but he couldn't believe that, no matter how much he wanted to. Something was watching him. He had no idea what its motives could be—if it was waiting for him to do something, or waiting to attack him when he let his guard down. But it was watching him, and it was watching very closely.

Still, his friends urged him to sleep, reminding him that he wouldn't be able to fight very well exhausted if there really was something watching him, and it really did try to attack. He tried. He really tried.

But sleep wouldn't come.

It didn't come the next night either.

After the second night with absolutely no sleep, Danny's movements were sluggish and sloppy. He could fly now, and yet his team was still carrying him. It was embarrassing to say the least, but also extremely concerning, considering the unspoken threat lingering over him, watching him all the time.

Finally, the next night, he simply couldn't stay awake anymore, whether he wanted to or not, and after an hour of vigilant waiting, he drifted off at last.

He awoke in darkness.

It wasn't regular darkness.

The entire dungeon was dark, but it was nothing like this oppressive, tangible darkness that now surrounded him. Since the lich, he'd been able to see in darkness, but he couldn't see anything at all. It was as if his eyes were closed, but there was nothing he could do to open them and look at his surroundings.

It was warm, contrary to cool corridors in the rest of the dungeon, and eerily silent, like all the sound was being swallowed up by the dark. There was a strange smell in the air, too, thick, and so dizzyingly sweet it made his head spin. He would almost believe he was dreaming if it didn't feel so terrifyingly real.

Then there was a light above him.

It appeared suddenly, and even though it glowed so brightly, it didn't illuminate anything else, so he still saw nothing past it. It just floated there, glowing like anything, moving slowly. Danny had no idea what it was, but it seemed almost alive, and that left a claw of fear gripping his lungs.

Then... the light blinked.

Danny inhaled sharply and opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It too was swallowed through the darkness which enforced a silence more complete and unbreakable than any Danny had yet experienced.

It was an eye.

An enormous, glowing eye.

It blinked again.

A thin, white line appeared below it, growing longer and wider until Danny could see a horrible smile. A smile full of glowing white teeth, each one as sharp as Danny's sword and almost as long, in a mouth easily as wide as Danny was tall.

This... thing... whatever it was... wouldn't have had any trouble eating Danny, armor and all.

But instead, it was smiling at him. A smile that... despite all its terrifying features, gave off an aura of comfort.

"Hello, living thing, dead thing," it said. It's strangely accented voice a rumbling whisper, so soft that Danny could only barely hear it, but so powerful that he felt his body and everything around him tremble from the force.

"What are you?" he demanded through gritted teeth. He wasn't the type to be frozen in fear. His mind and body screamed at him to draw his sword and fight this thing, whatever it was, but he couldn't move. It was as if he'd been paralyzed somehow.

"I am called Pariah Dark," the something said. "I am the king of all dead things."

"Are you... mad about me killing your zombies?" Danny guessed.

"No, of course not," the king replied. "They were dead already and so they remain. My subjects will be mine forever. Whatever form it takes, death is always extant once it appears. You are mine too, but you are different, living thing, dead thing."

"Danny," internally the boy cursed himself. What if the kind was some kind of Fae? He'd be screwed. "You may call me Danny." Would that be enough to cover him? Danny was only a nickname, at least, so maybe he'd have been safe either way.

"Prince," the king said.

Danny's muscles tensed. "What?"

"I have been searching for eons to find a successor, and you are perfect, Danny, Prince, living thing, dead thing."

Danny had never wanted so badly to draw his blade, but he still could not move. He felt something caress his face in the dark, ever so gently. He wondered if this darkness wasn't just darkness, but rather the king's form. An all-consuming black that no light could penetrate.

"Woah, woah, woah, I can't be the prince of death, I'm not even dead!"

"Yes you are." The king's smile widened. The whole time they'd been speaking, he hadn't opened his mouth or moved his lips.

The darkness ruffled Danny's hair fondly.

"But I'm alive!"

"I won't hold that against you."

What could Danny do? How could he possibly get out of this and back to hid friends? How had he even gotten himself into this situation?

"Why me?" Danny asked. "What exactly do you want from me?"

"You have seen the truth of death like no other has, though you do not realize it yet, and you are still of your own mind," the king explained. "Be my successor and share in my duties in the hereafter and the land of the living."

Danny tried to shake his head, but still, he couldn't move a muscle. What truth of death? What duties?

"I have been sealed in the hereafter," the king explained. "I can exert no influence over the living, even those who have cheated death with spells. You can. I can make you more powerful than you can imagine, if you will be my prince of all dead things."

"I just want to go back to my friends and back to my life," Danny said. "Please your majesty."

The king made a rumbling humming sound. "Very well, my prince," he said at last. "You may travel with them as I train you. They with be unable to see me, in any case."

"What?"

Suddenly, Danny snapped to wakefulness. Had that all just been some horrifying dream?

"Danny? Are you alright?" Sam asked. If she was on watch now, it had to be close to morning.

"I... I'm...."

That omnipresent feeling of being watched hadn't faded, but it had changed. It was as sinister anymore, not as hungry. Instead, it felt... comforting, protective, even... affectionate, if that was possible.

He looked around the unlit corridor, and he could see perfectly fine. But the shadows seemed darker somehow, so that in the shadowy corners, his sight could not pierce through.

His dream had not been a dream. The king of death was real, and following him, and watching him. It seemed he was the prince of death now, whether he wanted to be or not.

"I'm fine," he assured Sam. "I'll be fine."

There was no need to worry her about it, or Tucker. If they couldn't see the too-dark darkness, or feel the king's single eye on them, they wouldn't understand, anyway. They'd just think he was losing it and try to force him to retire again.

Everything would... probably be fine.

Although Danny anticipated having some pretty unsettling dreams from now on.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #fic #things i wrote #fantasy au #eldritch horror #phic phight #phic phight 24 #the undead adventurer #zombies

[egyptian-sun-god]

Fucking finally. This one is also for the @green-with-envy-phandom-event but the lineart is by none other than yours truly :)

I have had this lineart in my sketchbook since like September or something, it was done for the dp fantasy au event where one of the prompts was eldritch. I never actually got to finishing it and digitalizing it since college started but fucking finally y'all. I've done it.

Hope y'all like it and tell me what you think!

I love how the dp tags are being absolutely flooded for the last two days. It's so nice to see. I hope we get it on tumblr trending soon.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #danny phantom fanart #daniel fenton #eldritch danny #dp fantasy au #fanart #digital art #danny fenton #dp fanart #dp #phandom #phanart #phandom event #greenwithenvy2023 #green with envy 2023

[ohmytiredheart]

being gifted a Nintendo switch and botw in like 7th grade is what eventually led me down the rabbit hole of discovering tma and I can't stop thinking about it

#and I have pinterest to thank for all of it #basically botw was a special interest so I went to Pinterest for everything #because I didn't use tumblr and didn't have ao3 at the time #i also lost the game for like three years so this all happened like my junior year of hs #Pinterest is where I discovered linked universe #which also became a special interest and at that point i had ao3 #and thanks to ao3 i discovered the eldritch wild au #and then got into eldritch horror and fantasy #so back to pinterest I went #lo and behold that's where i find tma art under the eldritch horror tag #now im here #tma #the magnus archives #botw #breath of the wild #if that isnt a perfect example of the butterfly effect idk what is

[night-wilf]

Date: XX/XX/XXXX

Subject: [REDACTED]

INFORMATION PACKET ON [REDACTED] FROM [REDACTED], ‘DONATED’ BY ONE WHO DOES NOT WISH TO BE KNOWN BY NAME

Species: Riverback Elasticated starfish

Scientific name: ‘Starfish thing protecting [REDACTED] that used to be the turtle thing.’ –Dr. M, head of research

Location of origin: [REDACTED]

Current known location: [REDACTED]

Average life span: Immortal

Gender: [REDACTED]

Physical characteristics: An artificial titan starfish like being, they incredibly sketchy cells covered in layers of thick scales with fine flexible spines. These spines are connected to the cultures of potent venom located in the areas between bones. The shell of [REDACTED] is much tougher than the scales and able to shaped as [REDACTED] desires. Long and incredibly flexible limbs come from the shell that covers their internal organs, the changed muscles having the strength to crush everything plus suckers that are impossible to be pulled from. This helps them grip to the Earth around them and keep it together as when they first arrived. Internal organs and other elements of [REDACTED] are unknown and will need more observation.

Senses: Compared to their reptile sibling, the Riverback starfish have no taste and hearing. However, able to see events from multiple galaxies away and alert their brother [REDACTED]. This has been evolved to protect the citizens they will protect under any cost. Additionally able to sense the world around them down to the individual animal.

Size: Their size cannot be measured, though believed to be over 4000x larger than a human like their brethren. The closest we have come to an accurate measurement is the Riverback starfish’s sucker fully grown being 5430x the size of the elastic like hero who resides in [REDACTED], though we cannot measure the rest of the body from this as [REDACTED] rarely show their full body out of the water.

Skeletal structure: The Riverback starfish has dense bones that make blows from their limbs deadly with bodily damage being likely in every scenario. Deceptively fast for their size with individual limbs. Their speed when moving their full body has not been observed. Their beak is incredibly strong and denser than the rest of their skeleton. If damaged they can reform the material in a few hours. Groves along the inside each beak section channelling the deadly venom mentioned above.

Suckers: Their suckers are like super glue with whatever it sticks to, observations show the life is drained from those stuck where they will die and be consumed by the beaked mouth in the center of each one. These beaks will click together to alert of danger [REDACTED] sees before their neighboring entities.

Scales: The scales of the Riverback starfish have flexible spines covering the skin in thick layers, when stretched out these scales move around and still keep the vulnerable body covered. Scratches from the spines secrete the venom that was mentioned. The few loose scales of [REDACTED] being broken down to be put into the elasticated materials they used in products. The minerals of the scales are still incredibly durable and create nearly indestructible armour.

Venom: The venom of the Riverback starfish solidifies the rough materials around it. This includes foreign organic material to the city of [REDACTED]. Those unfortunate enough to be on the wrong end of this venom have been found merged together into amorphous blobs unfortunately still conscious. The people of [REDACTED] and the wildlife that surrounds it are not harmed by this venom. Any left over from an altercation becoming building material that can be reformed for use. The materials that make up this venom appear to be the toxic adhesive waste in the ocean which [REDACTED] seeks out to absorb through their suckers. There is no known solvent to this venom as any who survive touching it are forever in their new form and must be given a peaceful dead as few come out in a pretty state. This is not a desired fate.

Diet: Their diet appears to consist of anything, however we cannot verify this.

Heart beat: Unknown.

Metabolic rate: Low with 2 hour torpor when active for multiple days. Though mostly in a year round semi-hibernation under the water until there is a threat.

Growth rate: Unknown as subject is in adult years.

Genetics: [REDACTED]

Reproduction: Unknown.

Behaviour: From what has been observed and found in records, [REDACTED] only uses their limbs to dispatch threats. The citizens of [REDACTED] do not speak of the appearance of the Riverback starfish as [REDACTED] seems to prefer their human identity when interacting with the humans they protect. Asking the hero and citizens of [REDACTED] will raises suspicious and not recommended.

Religion: There is no known religion that this being follows, however the citizens of the city it carries greatly appreciate [REDACTED] who keeps themselves for the most part. The low rumbling of the warning calls are understood by all and they immediately seek out the elasticated hero [REDACTED] for more information. We suspect [REDACTED] is their human identity as many instances of someone with a similar name and face have been found in records when writing first became a common practice among humans.

Adaptions/Abilities: [REDACTED]’s thick scales prevent burns when entering and leaving atmosphere of the Earth, an aura that surrounds them and acts like a shield sealing in the atmosphere and gases. Runes on this shield aid in still producing oxygen for the people of [REDACTED]. The hypothalamus is quick to react and has many measures in place to keep the body temperature they require. To prevent damage from any gravitation pulls surrounding them when travelling through space, they can manipulate their gravitation pull. This is how they aided in forming the land on Earth centuries ago. Able to float whenever they are unable to walk to due to their weight or in need of moving away from something quickly.

Due to the dense skeleton they possess, they have many physical attacks they can use with this weight. The ‘slaps’ they use with their limbs shake the Earth around them with their reach being much larger than expected due to the elasticated cells they have. This change has an unknown origin, however we believe that how [REDACTED] received his superhuman abilities. Although this means they are more likely to remain floating as their body can be very temperamental with their physical form, making it difficult to land if they have no slot to fit into. This is essential to their survival as well as the people [REDACTED] has vowed to protect. From observation, the citizens for [REDACTED] are prepared for this scenario and make sure to research protection runes common for magic users travelling through spaces.

Adrenaline and chemicals that increase strength and survival instincts are released through nerves instead of through the blood, being released much quicker for when it is required to protect [REDACTED] citizens. Through further observations, a fraction of this ability is able to be used for greater defences when required, this is signalled by a bell [REDACTED] can use.

Similar to the Riverback Iron Shell turtle, [REDACTED] can stand long periods in many different environments we know of. This may be a common feature of the other entities that make up our planet however we need to gather that information. Their few enhanced senses allow them to look for suitable planets and communicate this to their findings to the others they travel with. Their incredible sight also allows for them to see obstacles and react in time.

This has also been observed being one of the abilities of [REDACTED], the supposed human identity of the Riverback starfish.

In addition to the above information, [REDACTED] is one of the many ancients we have discovered. It is fair to assume they have some abilities beyond our understanding. The most obvious being the protection runes caved into the city itself and what they citizens of [REDACTED] know. The barrier becoming strong with the more man made materials that [REDACTED] absorbs and gathers, the chemical stores of [REDACTED] increasing production which can be correlated with the activity of the Riverback starfish.

DO NOT APPROACH THE CITY UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES.

YOU ARE NOT SAFE FROM [REDACTED]’S WRATH FOR THEY KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS.

#eldritch foundation of gotham au #eldritch horror #eldrich horror #patrick eel o'brian #plastic man #dc comics #dc #they got their hands on info again! #oop #starfish #fantasy #world building #fantasy creature #fantasy biology

[eldritch-hall-asylum]

Octavian, educating Jack K during a protest: Here's the thing: I don't know what you kids are up to, but I do know one thing.

Octavian, trying to be child-friendly: Laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic ethnic group in a given nation.

Octavian: It's just a promise of violence that's enacted  and police are basically an occupying army.

Octavian: You know what I'm saying?

[He clasps his hands]

Octavian, an ACAB icon: Y'wanna make some bacon?

[He pulls a lit molotov cocktail out of his bag]

Jack K, fourteen: That was on fire the whole time?!

Octavian: The whole time, kiddo!

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fanfic #eldritch hall au #eldritch hall #incorrect creepypasta quotes #incorrect eldritch hall quotes #eyeless jack #jack kingsley windroe grossman #offenderman #octavian windroe #octavian #source: fantasy high

[dpfantasyzine]

Prompt Idea for Eldritch Fantasy Horror (Day 7)

The portal didn’t just make Danny a halfa, it made him…something more than. The initial accident sowed the seed, so early Danny still seems to be a normal halfa. But as time advances, Danny’s consciousness and power exceeds the human frame. It is painful to be human. Better to embrace…the utter beyondness of what he’s becoming.

#danny phantom #phantasyphest2022 #magic au #fantasy au #danny is an eldritch horror #let’s make Danny magical #Day 7: eldritch fantasy horror

[a-fools-errand]

I need to put this somewhere so that I don't forget it and you legally signed up for this by following me. This is my current "thinking about these at work but Im using up all my tiny little sticky notes to write them down" vld fic list:

1. Westworld AU but set in canon universe. I simply dont have enough robots in my current robot Lance fic, now EVERYONE'S a robot w a special twist and (if you havent seen the show) Voltron is a "historical reenactment park" (read: violent play place for rich assholes). With special guest, the Lions!

2. Spinoff "what if Pidge and Hunk found out Lance was a robot" where I use my complete alternate storyline so that its not just reading the same fic. Aka Lance's backstory has the same cast of characters in name but a COMPLTELY different style relationship >:) Partially spy v spy where Keith and Shiro keep secrets about Keith's Galraness and the Garrison Trio keep secrets about Lance being a robot. More emphasis on friendship (I know, you didn't think that was possible, right?) But still Klance as all my works are (but definitely background).

3. Being Human(US/Canada version)/Urban Fantasy AU where Lance is a ghost and Blue is the house he died in (and he can communicate with her), Hunk is a werewolf but DEFINITELY not the fun kind (and his and Lance's relationship is central to the story), Keith and Shiro are vampires (Shiro's a lot older, Keith's from the 80s lmao) who are tangled up in a corrupt vampire society, Pidge is a nymph (dryad?) Who doesnt like non-supernatural humans and basically has just their one little tree left from a forest thats been cut down (and if that dies, they die with it). Then there are other characters who are spoilers...

4. Eldritch Lions AU - long time people, YEAH BET YOU DIDN'T THINK YOUD SEE THIS ONE AGAIN. Really though, heavily rewritten so dont worry about it sucking (at least in the same way). Basically just the paladins being literally vessels for the Lions and having incomplete souls without them. Super cool powers (in theory) that are appropriately sized for how intergalactic Voltron is (aka planet shaping). Are the paladins still themselves after getting the powers though...? Who knows! Back to you in the studio, Fool!

So yeah!! Thats kind of it? Not really but these four are the most concrete for things I really want to write if I ever get more time!! I really hope I get more time coming soon...

#voltron #voltron lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith voltron #fanfic #voltron fanfic #alternate universe #how does tumblr even work #do you even read these tags? #or am I just talking into the void? #oh! #eldritch lions #robot Lance #robot everyone #urban fantasy au

[silverskye13]

Someday I'm going to add "nuclear fallout au" to my incredibly niche list of aus

#spazzcat barks #i just think radiation is very cool #real life eldritch horror #the only reason i havent written it yet #is because i dont like the idea of adding to the pretty irrational fear base #around nuclear energy #[loud shrugging] #anyway we'll toss that in the pile #with wild west au and coal mine au #and provincial town au #high fantasy radiation au would be interesting

[fissions-chips]

Thinking about Eldritch Tim and winged Jon again… the allusion to falconry (one of the oldest forms of hunting!) that could be made there…

#Tim bestowing wings on his best followers is an idea I still really love #though also perhaps in a more fantasy-esq setting he could stumble upon an already-winged Jon instead (half-harpy mayhaps?) and somehow #- persuade him to be in his service. idk I like the thought of Jon being in essence Tim’s ‘hunting hawk’- taking down targets for him out o #- both loyalty and the promise of mutual gain in the form of care and shelter #striking them down from the sky at breakneck speed (even if he’s no ‘spring chicken’ anymore) #Tim preening wings far smaller than his own in an unusually kind gesture… Jon perching on his shoulder or horns when he’s tired… idk I just #- like the thought #eldritch au #note for later

[elletromil]

That Which Lurks in the Outer Voids - Part Two

So apparently today I was in a writing mood.

Here's part two of this thing I started writing two years ago

That Which Lurks in the Outer Voids

Part One

Part Two

When he gets to the address Harry gave him the previous night right after he had walked Eggsy home like the idea of a gentleman he so clearly wants to emulate, he wonders for a minute if maybe Harry was simply taking the piss.

He’s not sure what he expected, but it sure isn’t the very posh tailor shop he’s currently standing in front of. Even in his best clothes, he is definitely out of place here.

Before he can convince himself to leave however, Harry comes out of the shop with one smile too many.

“Eggsy, I’m glad you decided to come!” And the thing is, he really does seem happy about it. Besides his oldest mates and his mother, he can’t remember the last time anyone was so genuinely welcoming to him.

It leaves him feeling a bit heady and makes him wilfully ignore that, from where he’s standing, Harry probably shouldn’t have quite the reach to put a hand on his shoulder in greeting.

“It’s like I told you last night right? I don’t have much to lose.”

“Quite right, quite right,” Harry nods in agreement before leading him inside.

It’s definitely just as posh as Eggsy assumed it would be from the outside, but not ostentatiously so. Still, it’s not what Eggsy would call comfortable, not if it brings to mind words like ‘ostentatiously’. He’s not even sure he’s using it correctly.

“I was thinking we would start with meeting Andrew, but he’s busy with a fitting, so I think Merlin would be best instead. He should be upstairs, he wasn’t going to the manor today.”

That’s the first time Eggsy hears anything about a manor, but Harry is at the top of the stairs before he can ask about it. Well, it’s just going to be one more thing to add to the list of what they need to talk about before he signs anything apparently.

Eggsy is slower to get up to the top of the stairs partly because he can’t help still being cautious, partly because he doesn’t have any extra limbs. But if Harry is obviously eager at the prospect of introducing to this Merlin bloke, he doesn’t try to rush Eggsy either.

The room he’s led into looks like one big fancy dining room, which is bit weird, but at the same time, it doesn’t make it into the top ten weird things that has happened to him in the last twenty-four hours.

The cloud of what seems to be smoke brushing past him does make the list however, not that Eggsy believes for one second that it’s just a cloud. That’s definitely somebeing and he’s proven right when he hears a voice apologizing to Harry before the door closes on them.

“Ah bullocks.”

That would have been enough to make Eggsy worry, but what really has his heart racing in newfound terror is how Harry gives off the distinct impression of having shrunk next to him.

In fact, everything seems to have shrunk somehow, compared to the old man sitting at the head of the table. Or maybe it’s the man that is simply too big for the room around him.

Not big as in fat though. Just… Large. Great. Huge. Of awesome and bewildering stature.

Hysterically, Eggsy wonders if his English teacher would have been proud of his use of the language if he could hear his thoughts right now. Even though it feels vastly inadequate to describe what he’s really seeing.

“Chester.”

The name comes off as a warning. A weak one for sure, but it’s enough to snap Eggsy out of whatever was happening there for a minute. Or maybe it's just that Chester gramps getting his whatever under control.

Judging from his expression, it’s probably the latter.

“Harry. Why don’t you and your… guest have a seat?”

The room still vaguely feels like it’s too small to be containing the old man and Eggsy fights nausea as he watches Harry takes the chair to Chester’s right. He’s unbelievably grateful when Harry pushes the chair directly next to him in a clear invitation for Eggsy to sit there.

It might have been less than a day, but Harry’s peculiarities still act as a buffer against whatever Chester’s deal is. Not enough exactly for Eggsy to breathe easy, but at least he’s no longer in danger of loosing his breakfast all over his shoes.

“So, I’ve heard you wanted to hire a… consultant of sorts.”

It should feel like a small mercy that Chester is only looking at Harry for now, but Eggsy can’t help bristling slightly anyway. No matter how disquieting the situation is, it hasn’t escape his notice how Chester briefly hesitated before choosing how to refer to him. Twice now.

Eggsy might be completely out of his depth, but he’s not going to let some posh old twat disrespect him either. He just needs to clear his head of the sense of vertigo that comes from looking in Chester’s direction before he does anything.

Harry apparently doesn’t have such a problem however.

“And you think that our way to do it is through this… young man?”

“You know as much as I do that the world is changing. Faster now than it ever did. A few hours in Eggsy’s company was enough to make me realise that we have already lost touch too much. If we want to continue living here, we need to adapt. You know I’m right.”

They hold gaze for a moment before Chester speaks again.

Chester turns the nearly physical weight of his skeptical gaze on him now, but Eggsy refuses to be crushed. He’s not going to give any old snob the satisfaction.

Even if he has no doubt his attempts are pathetic at best, he still does his best to appear taller than he feels. Even if he knows he is painfully outmatched, he wants Chester to know he won’t go down without fighting tooth and nail. That even if a very primal part of him is fucking terrified, he’s not gonna let himself get scared.

Eggsy is many things, several of which he isn’t proud of. But he’s not a coward. And he might not have much to his name, but he still got his pride and he won’t let anyone- anything- step on it.

He’s not sure how long they stare at each other. Could be a couple of seconds. Or two millennia.

But suddenly he’s free of whatever pressure was exerting itself on him and something like a smile seems to pass on Chester’s wrinkly old face.

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right.”

From the corner of his eyes, Eggsy can see Harry victoriously beaming from too many mouths.

“Alright, that’s that settled then. I’ll let Merlin know to bring the appropriate paperwork.”

And just like that Chester leaves without another word, somehow fitting his immense body through the doorframe, and the room’s proportions make sense again.

“Congratulations Eggsy.” Harry pats his back with something Eggsy distantly notes isn’t a hand.

“I thought I was supposed to meet everyone?” Eggsy asks because apparently surviving one fucked-up interview with an otherworldly Titan isn’t enough for him.

“That was before you had Chester’s approval. He was the one I was really worried about and I thought he would be more easily convinced if everyone else was on board. But I shouldn’t have bothered considering how well this meeting went!”

There’s a weird echo-y quality to his laughter since it’s coming from many different throat but Eggsy still joins in, too relieved to still have his life and mind intact to do anything else.

It’s only when a man enters the room holding a stack of papers that he has to reconsider his sanity.

Because he would have to be absolutely mad to accept this job.

And yet, he still signs on every lines he needs to without a moment of hesitation.

#eggsy unwin #harry hart #chester king #kingsman #canon divergence #eldritch #elder kind au #fantasy #fanfic #me #there is still gonna be more of this #eventually