#Eldritch Abomination

[weirdtimes]

Who's ready for an adventure?

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[galahadwilder]

AU where Marinette is a mildly eldritch horror taking the form of a human girl and she’s desperately trying to hide her nature from Adrien because she’s terrified he’ll freak out if he knows

Meanwhile Adrien’s like “oh yeah that’s my girlfriend! She’s Nyarlathotep’s granddaughter or something, her head turns into a formless black mass when she thinks I’m not looking”

[steampoweredwerehog]

A little lesson on interpreting the horrors

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[ghost-bxrd]

ANOTHER DAY another cool au by the ghstbird community <33 Eldritch Jason Todd u are gorg <3, random question for brainstorming since I'm too invested now

How did the adoption scene take place? The same crime alley thing? Catherine todd? Willis? AAAAA or just local eldritch being that steals car parts (he's emulating human behaviour in crime alley, maybe he just tosses them later to kids???) maybe he just has immense compassion towards humans (although he doesn't fully understand them) (all Jasons need to be made out of bleeding compassion FOR ME BUT!! depends on what characteristics we're pulling for) (AND. IF HE'S DYING FOR SHELIA? gotta be compassionate. HE'S ROBIN, he is full of love towards these fleshbags. Though... uh... nonhuman... and having messed up emotional responses)

Nonono, because Robin Jason with his bleeding compassion is so important to me as well!!!

So basically (because I’ve put too much thought into this little au as per usual) the bullet points for eldritch Jason and the things you mentioned are as follows:

Jason spontaneously came into being. Eldritch things aren’t usually born in the way humans are, and Jason used to be a concept that suddenly gained consciousness.

(There was a short period of time where the brainstorming went into the direction of “eldritch jason found a dead street kid and assumed his appearance/inhabited the body”, but this seemed a bit dark so I had to come up with an alternative)

Jason watched humans for a quite a while and—alone from the very beginning— became enamored with the concept of family and love and happiness and belonging

One way or another (no specifics as of yet) Jason ends up with Catherine and Willis. Willis isn’t too shoddy in this au, he’s just… pretty neglectful. And a criminal. He does his damndest to stay well clear of wherever Jason is because that kid— he’s not normal. Maybe he’s a meta, Willis doesn’t care, all he knows that the sense of doom he feels around him is unnatural and he’d rather make his home in prison than around Jason

Catherine loves Jason. She can’t see beyond the surface layer of humanity Jason wears, partly due to her substance abuse, and Jason… knows that humans can’t last long like this. He can see her organs failing, her brain activity dimming, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. And he’s too busy basking in the love he’s finally feeling for the first time

Jason loves being human. If he could lock everything that isn’t human about himself away, he would. He thrives on witnessing strangers showing compassion to one another, to see them struggle and overcome hardships. They’re just a blip in the cosmos, in time, but they’ve got so much to offer. But likewise, he loathes witnessing injustice

When Jason ends up on the streets he’s just a big ball of sad. No home, no love, nothing. Nothing left. At least he needs neither food nor shelter to survive, but it still sucks. He loses some of his blind eyed wonder for humanity during this time, but not enough to give up on it. He adapts, he overcomes, and like you said, he starts emulating other street kids. Collecting scraps and handing them out to the young ones. And when he sees the Batmobile just standing there… well, that’s a week’s worth of food for ten of the kids he knows

Hitting Batman with the tire iron is a knee jerk reaction borne from cautionary tales about adults. He’s not actually scared of Batman

(Batman may be a little scared of Jason. Especially when he ends up buying him a burger and, out of the corner of his eye, thinks he sees Jason unhinge his jaw only to reveal five more jaws and and an abyssal void and—)

Just… eldritch things. And the tribulations that come with pretending to be human. Wanting to be human.

[lets-try-some-writing]

My pretender AU has infested my brain and it ain't going anywhere. So I offer up the results of my fixation for you lovely lot to view.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was part of a rescue team, heading to the moon on a mission. An eldritch abomination had kidnapped a bunch of people and held them on the moon. 

[pintvhorror]

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[yearningaces]

OOOOOH OH I HAVE AN IDEA OH MY GOD HANG ON

TIME TO GO BACK TO KY ROOTS AS A LOVER OF THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE SUCH AS ELDRIDGE HORRORS

tw: briefly mentioned death, end of the world stuff, a touch of unreality?

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You were born with an odd birthmark. In the center of your chest, a strange marking of a few speckled points that form a shape, the skin lighter in between them, almost as if scarred. It's always been there, as common as a freckle, or a mole, or a blemish. It's a part of you.

Until it's something else.

Because you found an old bookstore owned by a sweet old couple with a heavy history. The isles seem endless, the books soon become tomes. And deep in those endless shelves, you find a dark book. The leather stained black with a purple sheen, stars painted along its spine. And the cover has a very familiar marking. One you see every time you look down, every time you glance in a mirror.

When you bring the book to the front, the couple seem equally confused. The older woman laughs when you say why it's so odd. Claiming it's yours since it apparently has 'your mark' on it. Her tone is light, playful even. Amused enough to let you take the book home.

So, you do. You bring it to bed as you settle in for the evening. And with baited breath you open it to the first page.

•ҠҴұѬғҾұҭӀѬҐұӂһӁҾұҾѬ•

…

What?

What is that?

The rest of the book is the same.

You set it aside, deciding if nothing else it's a pretty decoration. And you roll over to settle into sleep.

Although your dreams aren't what they usually are. Instead, you're adrift in an endless darkness, lit up by distant stars and gaseous clouds, stardust, and planets. It's breathtakingly beautiful if you had lungs.

Your consciousness drifts, bodyless, a light, the littlest star falling through the endlessness of existence.

And you fall closer and closer to a certain light of morpheus colors, it looks like pillars. Orange and red and white space dust, asteroids, matter forming three massive columns forming a triangle. One of them looks darker than the others, the colors fading, scattering. In the center? A light. So warm and inviting it is that you fall closer and closer to it. But in the center of this great light, is a hole. Tiny, microscopic, but very much keeping this form from being complete.

And as if it senses you, it morphs. It shifts within the pillars. Galaxy long appendages begin to reach out, swirling masses of matter changing colors with each wave of motion.

But the stars surrounding the 'pillars' brighten. The appendage returns within. It's not a random formation, it's something to contain. Keeping whatever is within the bright swirling mass of colors you could never hope to name, locked inside.

You drift through the vastness, closer. A soothing rumble of vibration somehow moves through you. An attempt to speak?

And suddenly, within your consciousness is another.

'Ah… you have returned to me…'

'Little Star… They hid you well.'

'Not well enough.'

The colors and lights begin to fade. The endless voice creeping in. The form within the prison of stars reaches out in a sorrowful seeming attempt. Noises you couldn't begin to phrase tearing from it as your consciousness is drawn away, back to where it's supposed to be.

Wide awake in bed. The next day. The dream isn't really remembered, little more than fragments that leaves you with a strange happiness in your chest.

You go about your day, unaware of the shift in the universe. Something no longer dormant, no longer willing to exist in the endlessness, confined within its prison.

Not when it knows you exist.

The next time you glance at the odd book, you have to do a double take. Because it's no longer unreadable.

•ҠҴұ Great ҰұӂһӁҾұҾ•

You flip through the book near frantically. Some words are understandable. 'betrayed', 'end', 'must', 'others', 'imprisoned'. Beyond them, it's just as much of a jumble as everything else was.

Astronomers everywhere make note of an oddity that night in their usual studies of the skies above.

That same night the dreams return, more vivid, more clear. Once more you're nothing but a little light adrift and falling gentle through it all. Closer to the pillars you saw once before. Only… another one looks faded and flickering.

The swirling mass of colors and forms writhes within.

'Were I a benevolent thing, I might be appeased with moments.'

'I am not.'

'Come closer, little star. Fear nothing of myself.'

It's not your consious choice to do so, but you do glide through the emptiness, slowly growing closer to something that seems endless and yet knows exactly where you are. You could almost imagine planet sized eyes surrounding you, following you. Soaking in every drop of light that you are in this moment. The form moves, it's figure amorphous and near endless as it lowers. Down, down, down until you look upon what might be a head? Nearly the size of the Milky Way in your mind.

'There you are,' the voice in your head croons sweetly, the sheer force of it rattling your very mind.

'So close, and yet… not complete.'

The head tilts, blending into the rest of its form. Once more shapeless.

'You are out there. Somewhere.'

'I will find you.'

Your bright starry self drifts inadvertently between the pillars. Close enough that a portion of the looming mass breaks away from itself. Reaching for you, calling to you. The closer it gets, the warmer your very consiousness begins to feel, an achingly sweet searing heat.

'Nothing could pray to stop me.'

And you wake up.

Somehow well rested, ready to tackle the day… but strangely wanting to go back to sleep. Back to the warmth that slowly fades as you wake.

•The Great ҰұӂһӁҾұҾ•

The tomb more legible but no less confusing. 'consume', 'all', 'taken', 'hidden away', 'prevent', 'remove'.

That day, a mass of reports come in, something happening far beyond where humans travel. But the rippling affects are already being felt.

Something is restless, and the stars are going out. One by one.

What can you do when night falls but return to bed? As if you hadn't been waiting all day, wanting that comfort, the restfulness you've never had until recently. And you find it once more.

Only this time you're within the pillars, the last one dim and fading. Your consiousness brighter than before, adrift freely wherever you wish to be within the center. The endless form of swirling light and colors circles around you. The strength of its attention heavy as a weighted blanket on a cold night.

'I have found you.'

The ominously soothing voice whispers in your thoughts.

'My little star, my missing peace.'

You can feel the sudden ache of being incomplete for a moment, yet it feels like a millennium. This is what it has felt for so long it's forgotten what being complete could possibly be.

The world around you swirls, the imprisoned encompassing you within lifetimes of space. Appendages as massive as planets growing smaller as they approach, for your comfort only. Most hovering closely, the few bravest brushing so very carefully against your light as if a spring flower growing graciously towards the sun.

'You will no longer be alone.'

'I will be there soon.'

'Fear for nothing, want for nothing, for I will bring everything and more you could ever wish for.'

You feel yourself fading once more, waking.

'Soon, sweet star.'

'Soon.'

The next morning it's made public. The expanses of space are somehow vanishing. The nothingness creeping across the stars. Faster each moment. Count them down. Breathe your last.

And yet when you wake, it's the softest sleep you've ever known.

•The Great Devourer•

You can read the tomb.

It tells of a creature known as The Great Devourer. The end of all. One of many creatures. The Endless Expanse being the Creature who broadens the universe, creating more and more as it moves. The Living Breath, the creature who brings the aspects of life to the most unexpected of places, The interlinking Bonds, the creature who binds the rules of existence together, establishing what can happen due to what. And the eldest of all, The Great Devourer.

While the other beings can be seen as creators, life gives, The Great Devourer will be the one to snuff out the candle of everything. Consuming all of existence until there is nothing left and it feasts upon itself, leaving a once endlessly existence void of all.

Fearing the fourth creature, the three bound together, creating a prison at the farthest reaches of the universe.

Bound by stars and void, confined within something greater than itself. Weakened when it's very heart was removed. Unable to escape.

The Great Devourer's heart was contained among the three for a very long time, before it fell from their grasp. Adrift through space and time until it fell to earth. Remade into something new. Something like you.

'It is time to return, little star.' the sweetest croon whispers in your head as you place the tomb down. Listlessly walking back to your bed. The room is dark, the air is cold, your bed is the most inviting thing you've ever known.

'Sleep,' it urges softly, the subtle jolt of electricity moving through your very nerves, your limbs suddenly so very relaxed, your eye lids closing.

Your consiousness leaves you for the last time, drawn to the endless skies above, drawn to where you belong. Only… the pillars are gone. The stars surrounding it are gone. And the skies surrounding you shift. Darkening into nothing as you suddenly change, moving halfway across the universe. Surrounded once more by it, The Great Devourer. It shifts, slowly encircling. You feel warm, heavy, tired. Wanting nothing more than to be closer, where you belong, where you've always belonged.

'I am here, my little star,'

'I will hold you close,'

'I will bring you home.'

You can see the few stars beyond its form fading, no… vanishing. All at once in giant sections, as if consumed. Suddenly gone. Leaving nothing but darkness with no end or lapse in its wake.

Your thoughts for a brief moment feel a flicker of human panic. This shouldn't be happening, what about you? Where are you? Where is your body?

You feel yourself wake, your consiousness attempting to return to the very human call of your mind, back to earth, back to your body. Like every time before. And you start to open your eyes, the sky outside dark, cold, freezing, you hear screaming, breathing is near inexistent, your lungs burn, your body paralyzed-

'No.'

The sudden booming demand rattles the very reality of existence, and all at once you snap back to where you are within this things embrace. In so deep a sleep you'll feel nothing.

The Great Devourer finally reaches out. An endless amount of appendages reaching, grasping, embracing as it draws you towards its center. The hole that never could be filled.

You are warm, and you are safe, and you are loved.

'No, little star.'

'You belong here,'

'you do not deserve to be there,'

'You must be here, where you are home.'

There's a brief moment, a flashing knowledge that your body is gone. It no longer exists. And with that, your consiousness solidifies where it is. Brighter, more vibrant, swirling and glowing in a far tinier fluidity than the endless expanse above you.

The sheer force of emotions that roll through you all come from The Great Devourer as it draws you closer, and closer. Adoration, reverence, a heavy warmth and gentleness, and so much more that defies all known words. But it is filling, and as you are drawn into The Great Devourer's embrace, you are both at once complete.

You are lost within what was your beginning and has become your end, never to so much as remember the fleeting mortal existence you once held.

To forever feel nothing but the purest of endless love, feeling as if laid within the softest of comforts, the gentlest of sleep, and every few millennium between your restful, endless drifting, you might rouse enough to hear the murmurs of The Great Devourer.

It's voice coming from within and surrounding you, whispers of comfort, of anything, of everything.

The Great Devourer is once more freed. Whole, and complete. To roam the universe, to consume its fellow creatures craft. To one day consume all, even itself.

Until The End

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

By my accounts there are two possibilities regarding the vacuum of space. The first? We are alone, and the stars are separated by silence. The second? The universe is brimming with life the likes of which we have never conceived. This possibility, however remote, scares me far more than a soundless, solitary universe.

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[bugbeast]

i think theres something out there

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[whumpwordsoftheday]

“Please help me, there’s this-this thing and it’s been torturing me-”

“What does it look like? Male or female?”

“I-I don’t know, it’s a Eldritch abomination!”

“Yeah but is it a male Eldritch abomination or a female one”

[leafwateraddict]

Never gonna get over the Eldritch Abomination falls in love with Some Guy vibes from Sansnomaly.

I mean, we are essentially an eldritch entity to him. We literally exist in different dimensions. It drives me insane.

Also. He’s really small (lmao). The smaller the screen/format you’re looking at him through, doesn’t really matter much. Either way he’s small compared to us.

Im normal about this.

[harrowedknight]

Papa patron for my warlock Catan

[steampoweredwerehog]

Don’t bring your eldritch god into reality; they’ll blow up like a deep-sea fish bro.

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An Entity’s full being isn’t built for gravity, barometric pressure, or physicality. We can only send pieces of ourselves to the mortal world…and even that has mixed success.

Bringing our Whole Selves to this plane is unnatural. Painful. Our bodies immediately try to disperse and dissolve back into the astral plane. Otherwise, the compression of physical space kills us. It would take immense control and pain tolerance to disperse slowly enough to not cause damage.

“And if you couldn’t? What then?”

Growth that rapid is dangerously to nearby life. It’s enough to destroy entire planets.

[*COUGH COUGH* This awful smell…]

“That…sounds bad.”

Yes, that would be bad.

[ghost-bxrd]

Eldritch Jason the Unloved... The Abandoned... The Forsaken...

Ooooo yes!!!

And the gut punch when the Bats find out about the moniker. Because, calling on an eldritch entity can’t be done with a human name. 🤧

((And Jason choosing to identify with that moniker on purpose because how stupid can he be, thinking something like him could ever get to have a family… 🥲))

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Is it too much to ask for the Doctor to regenerate into something a little bit inhuman at least for part of an episode?

Time Lords don't necessarily regenerate into human-like forms, like what Romana did when she was trying out bodies before choosing to look like Princess Astra. Nine said that he could regenerate with two heads or no head!

One time a Homeworld soldier began to regenerate and razor sharp mandibles started appearing where their throat should have been (though this did make them cry and beg for help). Some of them had informal bodies without obvious faces. I think there was even one that regenerated into an avian!

My point is, what if something goes wrong with the Doctor's regeneration? Like, very, very wrong? And they spend the whole episode trying to fix it? This is just going back to my desire for eldritch Time Lords of course, but what if?