#eldritch

[zephyrbug]

Eldritch siren 🫧🩻👁️

I wanted to do a little something for mermay with a little monster design! She’s lightly inspired by my OC Ekānta and a very old mermaid piece I did in 2019! All around was a fun idea to revisit!

Back to regular scheduled art pile to share, then it’s artfight prep time!

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine an Ancient Eldritch God who’s been locked away for centuries. Too powerful for the other gods to control so they threw him away into an eternal darkness instead. They couldn’t risk him being out in the world and becoming even more powerful so they did what they thought must be done.

For so long darkness and cold are all he’s ever known. The total emptiness of it gnaws at him. That is until one day when a light breaks through and he finds himself suddenly in your bedroom, trapped in a summoning circle.

By the naive awe on your face you clearly don’t know what it is you just did. No mere human would ever knowingly summon a being as powerful as him. Glancing down at the book in your hand he reads, ‘How to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.’

An incubi? You think him an incubi? It is no matter. He is free and he has you to thank for it.

Luckily without much thought you close the book and the barrier around the summoning circle breaks. He must act quickly. Before the other Gods sense his presence on this mortal plane and drag him back into that unbearable darkness.

He leans in close and rushes to offer you a contract. Bind your soul to his and he will be forever devoted to you. He will assist you in whatever you need, be whoever you need him to be. You will own him, body and soul in this life and the next.

It sounds like a pretty damn good deal so you see no harm in accepting it without much consideration. Not willing to give you time to take it back he seals the contract with a kiss. But oh, it’s been so long since he’s felt this. Touch.

“Human, you are so warm,” he growls, pushing forward till you tumble onto the bed, your lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

From dusk to dawn he experiences what only can be described as the most euphoric sex of all time. For none have felt the pleasure of being inside of you like he has. With your warm walls dragging along his length, milking so many orgasms out of you both, it’s like he’s finally seeing the light. And he basks in the burning lust you ignite within him.

If he hadn’t already seared himself to your very soul till the end of time then he would’ve then. Ensuring that the sweet honey from your release remains forever on his tongue. He desired your touch more than humans require air. Both needed them to survive.

Just as he starts to think he may be able to relax, to stay hidden within your aura from the Gods, a blinding white light engulfs you both. It takes you much longer to realize something had happened, your luscious figure exposed to them all. A protective urge surges through him and he drags you into his chest, using his body to shield yours.

Your expression remains so adorably idiotic as the Gods explain to you that you must relinquish your contract with him so that he may return to the rightful place in his prison. That annoying urge tickles his nerves again and he holds you a little tighter. If only to ground himself in you.

“I’m afraid they won’t be doing that. Our contract is sealed by a force much stronger than you.”

Then he tosses the book down between them, waiting patiently as the Gods stare with a dumbfounded look on their faces. Glancing between you, him, and the book in a cycle so repetitive you get dizzy.

More so out of confusion than anything else, they eventually let you go. Somehow coming to the conclusion that as long as he was bound to your control the world would be save. When they leave the white room around them fades to reveal you’re back in your bedroom. Still so naked and ready for him.

He sighs a long breath of relief before a laugh that borderlines on maniacal bubbles up in his throat. You stare up at him with wide eyes like you’re only now realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into. When he looks down at you his eyes flash and his cock hardens against you instantly.

He’s finally free, free to be with you. The sweet human who’s given him the world. Now he wishes to give you the world in return. You whimper, squirming against him, arousal pools between your thighs and your heart races with need as you rub against his massive cock that twitches and leaks with his own need.

The fact that he’s all yours and your all his sends a thrill down his spine. He can’t believe the Gods backed off. He can stay with you now in the light, never to go back to that dark place. It makes him grow impossibly harder, his pre cum smearing along your slit and he grinds against you.

“Fear not, my dear. For you will never have to part with me. They will not take me away from you and your pretty pussy that I so crave. I now have as much time as I desire to wreck your soft fragile human husk. We should take advantage of that, don’t you think so?” He growls, laying you both back down on the bed.

Your lips part to speak just as he slams his cock back inside you and a scream comes out instead. He watches the way your body arches into him so beautifully as he starts thrusting back inside you. While your sounds of pleasure are music to his ears, grounding him in this beautiful moment.

And there’s not an inch of doubt within you that he’s going anywhere. No, you’re certain he’s going to be sticking around you for a very, very long time.

[whereserpentswalk]

Select a powerful entity to pledge yourself to who'll cherish you and transform you into something inhuman

Lord of the winter fae whose blood flows with the snow of winter

Angel warlord from a heaven whose creator has long since abandoned

An insectoid scavenger that feeds on dead gods below the sea

An androgynous vampire girl trying to restore the kingdom her brother usurped

A djinn possessing a supercomputer posing as a sentient AI

The lord of all rats who wears a paper crown and weilds a cardboard sword

Lich who controls the largest library in the world

Demon with countless eyes who owns more souls than any other being on earth

Mushroom lord whose power lays deep below the earth

Eyeless witch whose power reaches deep below the sea and into the night sky

Living clothing made of liquid metal that whisper strange secrets into your ears

The abyss at the edge of time and space.

Voting ended onOct 12, 2024

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[magsdoodle]

tfw you get turned into a monster against your will but thankfully you know a guy who's super practical and skilled in monster killing who won't hesitate to put you down if it means keeping everybody safe and that's a comfort except oh no what's going on he wants to kiss you now you fucked up

[artdoingdan]

The Stan O’ War II bumping into some Lovecraft.

[mister-carnival]

Fun in the Sun <3 (found this sitting in my files)

[frownyalfred]

so we’re all in agreement that “Bruce dies and the Batman mantle is actually an eldritch curse from Gotham that passes immediately to his heir and that means Dick wakes up one night and instantly knows that Bruce is gone, and can suddenly feel all of Gotham and all of Bruce’s memories and has to grieve silently with his brothers because otherwise he’ll open up his mouth and tell them exactly how Bruce died because he can feel it and it’s kind of like Bruce is still in his head, and Gotham is even deeper, and the last thing he wants to do is put on that cowl or be anything of Gotham’s but people start noticing, those with magic and Sight and other powers, they see this mantle hanging over him he keeps denying and Gotham sabotages Nightwing every time he tries to step a foot out on patrol and drowns him in Bruce’s memories until he can’t really tell who he is again, he’s just a tool, and maybe Bruce was too, maybe that’s why he was always Like That, having a city in his head and generations of Wayne memories in his head and now the fear that one day it might pass on to Damian, and that fear becomes Dick’s fear, too, until somehow a Bruce comes back - Tim saves him, Gotham saves him, something yanks gravity backwards and says absolutely not, and Dick looks his father dead in the eye and realizes they’re both like this, this is a curse that can never be lifted from either of them, passing away was Bruce’s only respite but even that was taken from him (because of love, and family, and a duty that runs so deep it shakes the foundations of Gotham) and now they’re two men but they’re really dozens, and they know what the other is thinking, feeling, seeing, because it’s their eyes too, and when they do part a fraction of an inch, Bruce’s guilt flows over the cracks, sealing him in with it. Dick flees to Blüdhaven, but it’s not enough. Bruce collapses in Gotham and coughs up blood, Her price for losing a knight, and Dick comes back on feet that don’t touch the ground, in Bruce’s mask that has become molded to his own face, and when Bruce opens his mouth and bares bloody teeth at Dick, at Gotham, at the curse between them — all Dick sees is himself. because that, too, is Bruce’s” would be a cool fucked up fic, right?