#eldrich god

[bluekarou-88]

Eldritch god (self-diagnosed)

[puerileaccismus]

I know everyone likes to depict eldritch gods as scary and apathetic to us, but I don't think they'd hurt us or anything. They'd probably just pick us up with a cup and paper and put us back outside. Like a spider.

[cafterdark]

I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.

Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you

For example, let's say you are a normal guy:

One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.

"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.

"W...who are you?" You stutter out.

The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:

"Let me show you your purpose."

You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.

You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout

You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD

Sensitivity increased 150%

A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.

The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.

You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.

You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.

It's you.

You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.

You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:

"Do you know your purpose?"

"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"

"Good Girl" She says.

Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.

After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.

"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."

"Yes Goddess"

You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?

[critter-wizard]

you are all I have, you are the eyes that see, the air that breathes, how can I worship anything else?

[arradraws]

GↀD

[humming-fly]

Theatre Kid (Derogatory)

[whereserpentswalk]

There are old gods, gods older than human history. Even the vanir and the titans are young to them. The faeries only talk about them in legend, and the djinn only whisper their names in secret. They are gods so old no human remembers their name, gods of the mammoth steppe and the green Sahara, their last strings upon this earth kept alive by faded paintings on cave walls. They are the gods the nomads prayed to when dodging Saber toothed cats, and the gods that the old shammens evoked when the seas at doggerland. Some of them so old they were prayed to by the Neanderthals and Denisovans.

Their names are forgotten but they stalk the forgotten woods, still existing at the heart of the dreaming, waiting for us. They're so ancient they no longer even look like the gods of humanity, only like strange shapes, and eldritch things. And when they come to humanity now, they come as alien strangers, as things of the night, as things to be feared. These are the elder gods, those first gods that seem so alien to us, long alienated by their subjects, long changing and scheming. Perhaps they still remember us, remember what we once were. Perhaps they miss us.

[foolsocracy]

congrats noir for having the coolest looking spider senses

[pyrasterran]

some folks were asking about my own fan goji, so here is my Iconoclast Godzilla, an Elder God mutated by nuclear energy and nightmares of war and hatred into a greater force than when It was asleep

The radiation that emanates from Its body will change people down to their souls. As Its light spreads, It can see and learn through the eyes of Its thralls

Its whale-like hood shields Its radiance. Those who look upon Its sublimity are filled with an immutable passion for Its favor

Heretics that try to defy Its authority are met with Its persuasive voice, that asks for nothing less than submission (through annihilation)

[album-aurum]

towards you

[fukmeintheassandcallmecastiel]

I've completely forgotten how to make friends online and would like to start again after a years long tumblr hiatus.

In an attempt, I am going to try and list every one of my favorite shows, games and so on and have my DMs open for people to say hi if they'd like. No pressure to message, of course. You can also comment on or reblog this post if you're more comfortable with that!

-J

Shows: Hannibal, Moral Orel, Loki, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Good Omens, The Boys, Invincible, Legend of Vox Machina, Gravity Falls, Inside Job, Bojack Horseman, Futurama, Over the Garden Wall, Cowboy Bebop, Shameless

Games: Baldur's Gate 3, Disco Elysium, Cult of the Lamb, Hollow Knight, Detroit: Become Human, Rimworld, Scarlet Hollow, the Stanley Parable (and sequel), Terraria, Transistor, Vampire Survivors, Hades, Oxenfree 1+2, Slay the Spire, Little Misfortune, Detention, Legend of Zelda, Geometry Dash, Norco

Podcasts: Malevolent, The Magnus Archives, Old Gods of Appalachia, the Silt Verses

Hobbies/interests: Magic the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons (and PF2e), hiking, walks in nature, music, podcasts, Norse mythology, eldritch horror, writing, reading, pirates, the Salem witch trials, birds and plants

Music: MGMT, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Tame Impala, Ween, Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Marina, The Amazing Devil, Fish in a Birdcage, Half Alive, AJR, Will Wood, Tally Hall, Cosmo Sheldrake, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, SEATBELTS, SKÁLD

[scurybooween]

Marc C. Green  

[ohburgee]

Valerie, a peaceful human, fell in love with an omniscient eldritch deity, becoming his eternal lover.

She was sitting at the back of her house watching the ocean she contemplated her life, letting the eldritch deity fall in love with her, recalling she was, his eternal love, perfect vessel, and devoted human...

She heard a footstep coming closer to her and she looked up to see him and turned her head back to watch the ocean again.

"Ocean comforts you?" he asked and she nodded "I see," he said standing behind you "Those sounds of waves made my entire mind peace," she said "Maybe one day I face death i want to touch the ocean water and feel the cold breeze and the sound of waves till my time ends" she added she has been thinking if one day she will be dead.

She heard a movement and she turned her head and saw him walking in front of her, "Why would you say that" he said sounding mad about it "I don't want you to be dead, I won't let that happen" he added looking at her with the desire of not letting you go.

"If the death themself took you I will punish them with an eternity of dread and I will defy them you don't remember I'm the eldritch god I'm the Ruler of Chaos and Creations the existence of reality is in my hands".

"If that happens I will bring you back and make you immortal and keep you with me in the abyss of void, outside of reality" he said and he kneeled in front of her and took her hands slowly caressing with his finger up and down to her arms.

He took both of her hands and reached them to his lips and kissed them looking at her with a full desire of love then tentacles wrapped around both of her arms, "You are mine you are my eternity love, and I'll never let you away from me" slowly kissing her hands the tentacles wrap tightly around her arms.

"Remember that darling"

[monstrouscrew]

the reason, irrelevant

the colours, bright.

it's a hug for the merryman.

will you freeze or fight?

because the reason's irrelevant,

and the colours are deep,

just a hug for the merryman

to get them to sleep.

(ID in the alt text)

as tmblr likes to eat quality, some crops, w/o IDs, below the cut.

[jpuff310]

you want him back.

[callmebrutus]

pac Did Not pspspsps'ed madagio's ass