#eldrich

[whereserpentswalk]

Most interdimensional entities that humans consider horrifying demons and eldrich horrors actually consider humans pretty dangerous unless they're actively trained fighters. Your average extraplaner being isn't used to dealing with a species that evolved to hunt in groups, and developed to survive in violent scenarios.

Most final girl situations happen because young entities deeply underestimate that humans have such a strong will to live, and are willing to fight back agasint a stronger foe. Most older entities keep at bay for this very reason, which is why you just see them stranding around being creepy.

That pale long limbed cryptid you spotted in a subway station moved so quickly because it doesn't want to end up near you. That shadow person whose hovering over you in the woods is trying to observe you, but it will teleport away if anyone comes near it for a good reason.

And that doppelganger that's standing by your door at night just wants to observe you too. He was smart to try to copy your roommate's face, but he doesn't realize how good humans are at recognizing eachother's faces, and that his copy will be disturbing to any human who sees it. And he got way to reckless with his movements and bad attempts to imitate human speech. Trying to trick the human who he wants to study into coming to his dimensions is an even bigger mistake, especially since he didn't realize how quickly the human would catch on. He's soon going to learn things he should have read up on before hand: humans will try to attack things they're afraid of if they can't run away, humans can use almost any hard object as a weapon by holding it and swinging, and that those decorations on your wall are called 'swords' and were not originally designed as decorations...

[yousadclownofaman]

Endless Dungeon - Nebula Witch

Crones from another world who manipulate vast astrolabes & orreries to cast hexes on distant stars.

[vreskah]

Curse you jayvik

I hate gay people

[gorgonei0n]

requested as a print! Hunted the sweetest frame for it. Up on BigCartel and Etsy finally!

[ihaverotinmybrain]

Weird Angelic Version of my Sona :33

[aesstog]

warrior’s facade

armour once worn by a great and mighty warrior, now inhabited by a feeble scourge, desperate for purpose.

Just what makes a warrior? their armour, or their strength?

[pestiferouspoet]

Ok monsterfuckers, I have a “challenge” for you. It’s in quotation marks because it’s probably already been done, and even if it hasn’t, we’re some creative bastards.

How would you dom a tentacle monster? Reader can be whatever gender you want, but the monster is a bit more hard-defined. When I say tentacle monster, I don’t mean the Scylla brand (regular person who happens to have tentacles, like an octopus person). I mean poking through a portal, grabbing onto you, holding you up in the air, don’t even know if it has a face kind of monster. How would you dom that?

I’m genuinely curious, but I don’t really have a reward for you if you do figure it out. I guess your reward could be me commissioning a story like that, but I am not in a place financially to do that.

Bottom line is, I am curious, and want to do research, and this is the best way I know how

[raccoonwiththeknife]

i wanna fuck an eldritch horror to get an incomprehensible orgasm

[blue-jester-art-blog]

The star swallower Abysimat, devourer of demigods and stars

[bugsoda]

something about nature brings out an incredibly dark and violent urge in me

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog so that the creature will come to you. Like to enhance their power.

[drmarune]

Well just a idea of Mine

[vreskah]

[animebackgroundmusic]

"eLdRich" by: Takeshi Watanabe from: Otherside Picnic

[skulliesweet]

Final Skullie Ref, for real this time!

Just your normal, non-threatening entity, whom you should in no way question the origin of.

[alkalineark]

Captive Curiosity

(A slenderman scp ficlet)

Part 1

She'd never get over the sheer size of him, the long yet stocky build of a predator laying strapped against the steel custom table, mind left to wander aimlessly in an unmovable vessel. She almost felt bad for him, especially when he vocalized his discomfort to her. A long guttural groan that rippled through her own body and made the medical tools clatter gently. She hushed him and ran her delicate fingers over the defined line of his jaw. Staring face to face with the tilted and unresponsive blank head.

"I suppose, if I was in your shoes I wouldn't like this either"

But she wasn't, and she'd never be. It was almost too easy to dehumanize the intelligent individuals here, especially when they were pumped full of sedatives. In SCP-∆∆∆∆'s case, he also got a round of butyrophenones. Highly concentrated antipsychotics to keep him calm. Most of his day on the table consisted of paralysis and sleep, only vaguely aware of what was happening around and to him. The Slenderman, though reluctant, had performed incredibly in all intelligence tests given to him. When marked with powdered sugar he was able to correctly identify his reflection and remove the substance from himself, his problem solving skills? almost unmatched throughout the entire facility, which shown through heavily when given puzzles with and without food reward. He understood cause and effect and to a degree gave yes and no answers. Still.. he never spoke to any of his caretakers. Investigation into his anatomy had shown that he was capable of producing a wide range of sounds, even some that were too low for the human ear to hear, but no speech. It puzzled researchers greatly, in many of the accounts taken in relation to SCP ∆∆∆∆ it states that he had lured young children out from the safety of their parents and the protection of parks to follow him into the nearby forested area. When the surviving children were questioned many had stated that he had spoke to them.

Some could chalk it up to a child's wild and fearful imagination, having experienced a traumatic event but even then it didn't sit well with the woman in front of him.

It was like a dream come true to be able to work with an animal such as this, he could easily be three times her height and weight, His skin was a mesmerizing black, and pleasantly warm to the touch. Her eyes traced the beautiful gradient of color that shifted from that piercing black to illustrious off white only to settle on the fading red marking that ran the length of his torso like that of a tie. It was no sheer coincidence that all the accounts they had of the white king depicted a tall humanoid wearing an elegantly tailored suit. When they had captured him all that time ago his "tie" had been a striking scarlet, like the rest of him it was deep, haunting… rich but now the color had started to fade dramatically without explanation.

A king huh? As nonsensical as it sounded. It was fitting. A king of what though, the king of the forest? perhaps. Such a ruler surely had few subjects.

Before she was even allowed to interact with him in person, she had been permitted to view him though one sided glass. The black sheen hadn't been enough to disrupt his detection of her however, in turn promoting the single instance that fueled her enthusiasm and awe towards the entity. He approached her slowly and deliberately. Each foot fall calculated and sultry. She'd seen how his muscles flexed and how he looked at her for just a second. A meer moment. Allowing her to sketch him in her notes messily before he called out her. The low gutteral noise traveled through the glass, through the ground and traveled through her organs.

He seemed kingly then in that moment, as if her walked with nobility and purpose. The fact that he dedicated that short time to interacting solely with her and made her stomach flutter.

Y/n knew all too well that this particular feeling was well out of line in her line of work and would shake it off as many times as it needed to be in order to continue her work, but still. The being scared her immensely, but there was something else, respect? Maybe.

The memory in her mind had long since fragmented and she knew, no longer held the complete truth, it still made her smile.

She reached for her tools thoughtfully, a pair of shears to relieve the being of his massive claws. His hands, like the rest of him were huge in comparison to hers yet they held the same delicate posture. Sliding the pointed tip into jaws of the clippers, she had to put all her weight into her palms to cut through the tough keratin.

The giant lurched against the table, arching his spine and struggling to keep his position before slumping back down. Startled, the woman let her cheeks puff out before shakily letting the air out again. She ran her hand through her hair before smiling half heartedly "You're so dramatic and for what? Give me that, we need to do the others"

She grabbed his pale hand and continued her work, wondering if it was fine to leave him with the ability to move or if she needed to dose him again. The woman liked to think that after being his primary care taker for so long that they'd have some sort of positive relationship, but the simple fact was that if SCP ∆∆∆∆ were to ever be without a dose that he could tear her apart before anyone could manage to dart him.

it was no secret to why SCP ∆∆∆∆ was not only in class Keter, but also an SCP who was only permitted to be studied and handled by senior researchers. One slip of a hand, one unlocked door and hundreds of lives could be lost.

She had been trained for escapee protocols before, but how did you contain something that could teleport to begin with, let alone recontain it after it's initial escape? Unfortunately for her, the only plan given to the staff should SCP ∆∆∆∆ escape was to try to sedate him, or to sacrifice yourself by running to the back of his enclosure where the monster would hopefully follow. She had not been given information about how he was captured, only assigned him. Instead of adding him to the ever growing list of patients she had already, they reassigned all of her previous studies leaving The Slenderman as her sole priority.

The sound of the metal door to the lab startled her out of her thoughts and left her nearby hand to dart to the chest of the creature and apply pressure as if to stop him from reacting. Eyes bounced between the individual on the table and the vital screen. She watched the steady rhythm of the line jump and let go of her own breath which had left to go stale in her lungs.

"Scared ya didnt I? Don't tell me that thing's got you on edge doctor"

Thomas Metts - was a spirited young fellow who looked rather out of place in the establishment he worked. He was chipper and was the first to offer a beverage or to crack a joke at someone else's expense. In comparison to her tired eyes and slumping form, he stood upright and held the vigor of his early teenage years.

"Honestly" she put down the nail clippers with some force making the metal clatter against her work station. "If you're going to come into work late the least you can do is do it quietly." She watched the young man shrug off his coat and relocate it to his designated cubby hole, finding himself a pair of discardable medical gloves and equipping himself with them.

"Relax, he's all drugged up anyways. It's not like he can startle anyways"

She thought back to the movement moments ago, this wasn't true. He could move, it was just sluggish. A sure sign that whatever work she was doing needed to be brought to a screeching halt and the creature be returned to his quarantine.

"Actually, his meds are wearing off. No thanks to you I wasn't able to get everything done"

The man made a disgruntled face, his features scrunching up as he stuck his tongue out at her childishly.

"My kid kept me up all night screaming, give me some slack. it took every bit of effort to get out of bed."

The woman did not, in fact she had very little sympathy for the man's story especially when it directly interfered with the safety of the situation.

"Yeah yeah, help me get him back before he wakes up and kills us all, oh and just so you know. His dental work and skin samplings are all on you to collect."

Thomas, less than thrilled about the assignment, opened his mouth to argue but closed it thinking better of it.

"It's been here this long and no one has gotten basic DNA samples from the thing?"

The man's lack of basic knowledge of his own job erked her to no end. Her face curled into a sneer as they rolled the table into the elevator, after swiping his ID card Thomas regretted turning around to meet her gaze.

"No, they haven’t, and I can't imagine why. I'm his leading behaviorist, you and your colleagues are scientists. Honestly! I handle his diet, environment not to mention monitoring his psychological health, anything extra I do for your team is generous. I'm not even supposed to make physical contact with him! So technically I just broke protocol by doing the monthly maintenance and screenings that you were too late into work to do yourself!"

The man recoiled, holding his arm in front of his torso and ducking his head down, smiling ever so slightly at the woman's rage.

"Jesus Doc, calm down. I figured you were my boss cause of all the yelling ya do"

"What otta happen is that I report your negligence and have you fired, or at least reassigned to a lower classed oddity."

Thomas grumbled, a worried glint in his eye that told her that he was actually worried about her reporting him. As he should. The silence between the two was palatable and was only broken when their patient started moving in the already crowded elevator. Arching his back and slowly turning his head to the side, looking behind him only to turn and do the same thing opposite.

"He's trying to turn on his belly so he can stand. We need to hurry this up before he realizes fully that we're in here with him, hey, watch the feet watch the feet!"

Thomas rounded towards the opening elevator door only for his shirt to be caught by the dewclaw of the creature’s foot which shot out in a reaching motion, extending his nails. His feet looked ancient, reptilian and at the same time bird-like in nature. With four prominent clawed toes and a dewclaw on each suspended ankle.

The woman rounded the table reached in with both hands and safely unhooked the struggling man. Regarding her patient quickly she grabbed the handle of the table carefully hoping to not catch the business end of his claws and pulled, luckily Thomas followed suit. Rushing him into the machinery that transported him back into his cell before any further consciousness could be achieved.

Both panting, they watched behind tinted reinforced glass as the table disappeared into the mechanism in the floor, leaving SCP ∆∆∆∆ to stumble to his feet and groggily look around.

"Hah, guess we did it just in time, suppose I should give him a couple of hours to break down the medication before I redose him for those samples ay?"

A hardy punch met the man's shoulder, followed soon after by the cry of surprise.

"That could have been bad, why are you taking this so lightly, we could have died Thomas, other people could have died"

"But they didn't. We didn't" the man retorted. "Also, that counts as assault,you know!” still holding his arm, Thomas can't avoid the evil glare his coworker gives him. It makes his gut curl up in anxiety.

"I'll get the samplings done. Thanks for covering for me today"

Hello, it's me, the one writing!

I just wanted to come in here and say, I've been working on this for too long, and... I'm tired of not having some part of it posted. I did have a couple of betas read over this but. Hah... Wouldn't you know it. I didn't edit any of it after. Whoops!

Anyways. I've never actually been involved in the SCP fandom, save for a couple of stories and watching a few playthroughs of the games. I worked with what I knew. Hopefully Tumblr enjoys this.