the lil cthulhu i stabbed into existence (he has now been sent to live with @narcissistcookbook...i hope he's happy and hasn't caused too much mass destruction)

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the lil cthulhu i stabbed into existence (he has now been sent to live with @narcissistcookbook...i hope he's happy and hasn't caused too much mass destruction)
Do you guys think that percy sometimes goes to have a little chit chat or game night (spiting cosmic entity) with cthulhu? Like it does live in the ocean soo...
aren't you kids a little young to be Cthulhu ? yes. yes we are
Wh40k Cthulhu servants worshiping the abyss sea.
Horrors from the deap sea, demons of Cthulhu that rise and praise the lord of the deap.
In the stormy waves that crash against land in the night, as thay hunt for new soules.
Eyes gowing with malice and swords crafted of mutated metal. Dark waters forming their bodys, as they emerge.
Ia, ia!!!
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Idk what to even call this
Okay. Is it just me or is Wilbur Whateley low-key...
Outside tumblr I got so much hate for this but seriously hear me out:
He is 9 feet tall and has exoskeleton. Tentacles pour out of his stomach in a classic scylla style. Cherry-on-top, satyr legs! And all of this covered up in human disguise under his worn suit, along with his despise and disgust for humans — even hatred! Since they created him, a deformed creature on the border of terror and futility, never to fit into any of the two worlds that gave him birth.
Imagine this creature looming over, its voice shifting between the deep grumble of eldritch language and rasp of his human tongue, deep set eyes with a glint of unfathomed wisdom tracing your movements in vile patience.
Tentacles spilling out of his clothes, almost monastically covering up his corrupt anatomy. And as you place your hand upon his arm to push him away, you notice it is as cold as metal, something vaguely flesh-like pulsing beneath.
And as his lanky arms push you down, little mouthed heads bury themselves into your thigh, suckling on what they can get in their mouthful.
Geez I have a LOT in stock about him I'm praying someone else understands this fervor.
『 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 . . . . 』 ╰┈➤ ♆ 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔱 𝔓𝔞𝔱𝔥 - 𝔇𝔞𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔞'𝔰 𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔯 ♆
Ia Ia! Cthulhu Fhtagn!