#@ eldritchess

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Eldritchesse

Gender related to being an eldritch princess; this gender is connected to eldritch entities, princess aesthetics, and non-binary girlhood

Tagging @radiomogai

[deertism]

friend @eldritchess !! ( please let me know if you arent okay with @ing , your ask box is not open )

look look !! its us :3

[discardead]

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﹒﹒﹒　Requested by anonymous!

Xeno. Vessel. Lovecrafte. Exo. Exoine. Exolien. Elrich. Eldritch. Eldritchess. Elriesse. Eirens. Void. Voide. Voidysmal. Abysse. Abyssis. Abysme. Astral. Astrivor. Astrivoir. Astrivoid. Cthlulhu. Nyarlathotep. Aliyath. Elridothe. Aliexeth. Azathoth. Abysmethe. Voideath. Voriethotep. Lovenathoa. Vessuriathi. Spacemysalith. Liforiaunth. Anomaly. Anomazoth. Horrogitha.

ali/alien. xe/xen. xe/xer. ze/hir. other/others. ou/ous. ??/??s. !?/!?s. sh?/h?r. h?/h?m. th?y/th?m. ?t/?ts. sae/saer. sie/mer. szi/szr. thi/thim. thy/thym. vae/vaer. ve/vem. ve/vis. vy/vim. zu/zur. su/sur. xe/xir. xey/xem. xie/hir. ze/zyr. zhe/zhim. kie/kiem.

necronauts. astrosmynaut. eldritchoid. anomalyse. anananomaly. alienvessl. eldritched. unknwnbf. unknwngf. alienated. alienwted. alienhorrwr. horrorliens. cosmcchorror. unknownated. xenomorphism. aliennorphing. eldritchbf. eldritchgf. eldritchorror. anomalien. horrorifying.

The Cosmic Horror of [name]. Prn* Life of being an Eldritch. The [noun] stuck in Lovecraftian Horror. The Cosmic Maw. The Alien beyond Human Comprehension. The Thing beyond Human Comprehension. Prn* from Outer Space. Prn* born from the Abyss. Prn* Unfathomable Figure. The Enigmatic [noun] of the Unknown. Prn* Indecipherable Language. This (strange) Anomaly. The Alien on Earth. The Unidentified Eldritch Being.

[corona-the-nightcutter]

So I’m just gonna leave this hear.(little teaser from a story I’m writing...)

Then, there was a creaking in the hallway that connected the dining room and kitchen to the rest of the house, creaking that could only be made by footsteps. They sounded much larger then any human footsteps, then came a growl. A low, rumbling, feral growl, but she could recognize it anywhere.

‘Yep, that’s him alright.’ She thought and looked back down her cookie dough, the dough had warmed up by now, which meant it would easier to pull apart, but it would be a lot stickier.

Logan noticed the very large dark shaped out of the corner of her eye. “Serves you right, Hoarder of Cookies.” She said teasingly, looking up and meeting the annoyed yet playful eyes of Anoroc.

“Why must you be so mean Eldritchess?” He complained, looking at her with a pout in his eye.

“You scared me! I thought there was an Onyx in my house!” She yelled, throwing down another star onto the tray to exaggerate her point.

Anoroc snorted, crossing his fur and scaled covered arms, though hidden by the black and yellow fabric of his tunic. “An Onyx? In your house? Trying to steal your cookies rather than attacking you?” He looked at her with a raise of his brow.

Logan stopped and look up to glare at him, a light growl sounding from her throat. The wolf-daemon threw his paws up in defense.

“Ok, well, now it sounds like I was over reacting when you say it…”

“You hit me with a metal cooking utensil.”

“It’s called a frying pan.” Logan laughed.

“I know what it’s called.” He began to laugh as well.

i still dont know what im gonnd call this. Anyone have suggestions?

[affranchi-arc]

literaryfreud began following you. eldritchess began following you.

This is quite the social-networking faux pas. Somebody is going to have to change.

[litigiosum-blog]

eldritchess began following you.

Excuse my lateness im afraid ive been quite consumed in fiddling about with my mechanics as of the past few days. Jake english at your service miss! *Doffs skull-themed epileptic-unfriendly headwear in respect.* How goes it?

[tiresiangestalt]

you started following me at some point i dont know when so i cant do my usual mutual-follow-glare schtick that worked so well on dave

[corona-the-nightcutter]

Blood Notes

Logan’s schedule for the night was simple. Tidy up around the house, make herself an easy meal, watch the latest episode of her favorite monster-hunting show (however inaccurate and obscure their methods may be), then go to sleep. One of her more laid-back evening as of late, but she couldn't be more thankful for it. This past week has kept her a little too busy for her liking. The sudden rush of adrenaline that the human body produced when you tried not to die was not something that Logan particularly enjoyed. Dealing with high strung angelic beings wasn't too high on her favorite’s list either. Just a casual night with nothing but the outcome of the show to worry about. 

That was, of course, after she cleaned up like she was asked.

She walked into the hallway bathroom in search of a brush and tie for her hair. She had the longest hair in her family by far (well as far as she was aware), so doing almost anything gritty was next to impossible with it let loose in all its glory. Her mother had constantly, and recently an “acquaintance”, had recommended cutting it shorter. But she had cut it short when she was younger, though the ridiculous bangs she had with it were the biggest issue she now had with the look, she still refused to cut it after she has spent years growing it out. 

She pulled open the top drawer of the sink and reached into the tiny woven bin where she kept them, pulling a fairly tight elastic band out. As she reached for the brush, she glanced up at the mirror, and froze.

How she hadn't noticed this earlier was a mystery to her, but she was always one to absorb herself in own thoughts, whether she chose to or not. 

Her reflection was covered by fresh, dripping, dark crimson blood. The viscous, liquid trails slid all the way down to the wood framing, staining the orange brown with an almost eerie dark maroon and had begun to drip onto the ceramic sink top. Someone with any sort of rational thought would have called the police to report a breaking and entering, and mostly like a suspect of murder. Logan would have snorted at the thought of a religious person seeing this and preparing an exorcism with salt.

She only groaned deeply and buried her face her hand. “My god ...Anoroc!” she shouted out, seemingly at nothing but a random shadow at first glance. When she didn’t get an answer, she marched out to the living room, completely foregoing her first task as usual, and glared at another, larger shadow that looked suspiciously dark to her.

“Alright, you can come out now. I know you’re there.” she said sternly, placing her hands on her hips, hair tie clutched in one.

The shadow she was looking at begin to move, the darker filling begin to shrink and condense into a tall form, a beastly one with massive wings, a curling spiked tail, and a row of horns that sprouted from the top and sides of its head. The form continued to shrink until Logan could make out every row of spines that littered the creature’s face, and the sharp tips of its claws on its paws. (or hands? Logan couldn’t tell which.)

But that wasn't important now. Her arms crossed over themselves and her mouth pursed into a high, short line as the creature “walked” out of the shadows. Its entire form barely fit in the living room. The jagged tips of its horns lightly scraped against the ceiling; its wings would have knocked the tv off its stand if it was not careful. The claws that tipped it’s hands ...or paws… looked as if they had to power to slice cleanly through steel, and the deadly golden amber eyes on its face contained a fire that could melt even the firmest of wills, reducing them to begging for their lives on their knees before the demon.

“You called me, Eldritchess?” The demon’s deep, masculine voice addressed, revealing rows of sharp, frightening teeth that were concealed in his jaws. He stared down at her with a stern gaze, as though she had done something wrong, or unexpected.

Logan, despite all this, just sighed and put one hand up to her face again. The demon’s stern gaze turned to one of confusion, tilting his head as she looked through her fingers up at him.

“Why is there blood writing on my mirror?” she asked as if it was a completely normal thing, which while this wasn't a common occurrence as of yet, she had been told to expect “out of the ordinary things” by a certain angelic king. She supposed this was the start of them.

The demon’s ears perked up in surprise, the scaled brows on his face raising slightly. “Aziza informed me that your generations sense of humor was based around the aspect of ‘randomness’. Was this not... random enough to be humorous to you?” He asked, looking down at her with something of an earnest and sincere look. Well, it looked like it was sincere. She could tell it was strained, but he was trying. That was at least somewhat calming her irritation.

“Random enough? Well yeah this is random, but not in a good way! Whose blood is on my mirror? What did you kill? You better not say chickens.” She eyed him suspiciously and leaned forward, although it did nothing to help that she had to look up at least two feet to meet his eyes. 

Anoroc scoffed and looked away from her with a deadpan in his fiery eyes. “Oh please, chickens are a coward’s target. I used lamb’s blood that I had stored away.” he stated formerly, his hands that dangled at his side like willow limbs folded behind himself just under where his wings were attached. 

“I don't think that makes you any less of a coward to have blood stored away,” she forced herself ignored how his gaze was on her, looking like something short of annoyance, “and why would you store blood in the first place? I thought you were a dragon. Are you part vampire or something?” she asked, leaning back to her normal height. 

“No, I am not part vampire. It’s for research and ritual purposes.” 

“Uh huh… well, whatever. Stay there.” she said and walked back toward the bathroom. She reached her hands to her hair and chose to just gather it into a low ponytail. A higher ponytail would have been preferred, but this would work for now. She regarded the stained mirror again for a second, noticed how the blood had begun to brown and dry. She didn't waste any time in getting the glass spray and a roll of paper towels, walking back out and all but threw them to her “assigned protector”.

“Um...Eldri-”

“Logan. My name is Logan, so please use it. Since we’re partners now, or whatever Orion said, it would be better if you weren’t so formal.” Logan said, then looked down at the two items in his clawed grasp. “You made the mess, so you have to clean it up.” She asserted, but she was taken aback by the confused look on his face as he turned over the aluminum can and cylinder of paper in his hands. 

“I’m confused…”

“By what? You just push here, and it sprays.” she pointed to the pressured spot atop the canister.

“No… well yes, that as well, but usually when I made… a mess I was escorted back to my chambers.” Anoroc explained. 

“Oh yeah, you had servants. Must have been nice.” Logan remarked with a smirk, but it dropped immediately when she saw the hard look on his face.

“Escorted by guards, because the staff feared I was too wild.” His eyes went dark and they almost looked as if they turned into a dark orange color. He brought the canister to his muzzle to sniff it and snorted and shook his head as the fumes of the cleaner entered his nostrils.

“Hey.” Logan looked up at him with something of a reassuring grin. “That was when you were classified as ‘a danger to the fortress’, but with you as my guardian, and with me as your connection to the mortal world, we can change that, right?” She said. 

Anoroc regarded her statement for a moment. “I suppose that’s how this is going to work....” He agreed, looking back to her.

“Great! Now go get that mirror cleaned before it stains anymore, and maybe I’ll teach you what the whole “randomness” deal with my generation’s humor means, huh?” She patted his scaled and fur-covered arm and walked past him, beginning to de-clutter the coffee table. She picked up a stack of old mail and cast a glance over her shoulder, spotting her counterpart edging his way carefully to the bathroom, minding that his bulky wings didn’t knock down another picture. She smiled to herself. Though she still was a little irked about the blood note, it was hard to find anything too irritating when all she could think about was that he had written “got any grapes?”. It was a clumsy effort and even slightly embarrassing to think about how stupid it must seem to someone at least three hundred years her senior, but Anoroc was trying to understand humans, and her, better in order to protect them. That alone was enough for her.

Suddenly, there was a loud growling and hissing noise from the bathroom, followed by a deep, pained whining. Logan cringed, knowing fully well he probably just sprayed himself in the eye.

“Logan? Could...could you come assist me with this… cleaning utensil? I think it might be sentient.” Anoroc called. His voice was strained, like he almost hoped she wouldn’t hear him.

“Did you aim it the wrong way?” She called with a high bounce in her voice, dropping the stack of letters on the table as she passed. She may not have enough time to watch her show before she had to go to sleep now, this might turn out to be a more exciting night “alone” after all.