#eldritch

[luminaryofpickles]

Eldritch being *in a deep gruff voice*: I am older than everything you know the air you breathe the ground you stand on I exist beyond everything you know including your spectrum of gender

Guy: so what pronouns do you prefer?

Eldritch being *timidly*: s-she/her please 🥺

[ultrainfinitepit]

Black Hole Saint - this pin will have rainbow plating! You can preorder it now on Backerkit.

[hatchetfield-scarecrow]

There’s two ends of the horror spectrum

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

KAIJU BEELZEBUB

by sanghoon oh

[qxuiara]

wendigoooo wendolynnnn wendyyyyyy my beloved fucked up eldritch god of gluttony my favorite buffet host hell yeah

[meadow-lands-faerie]

I genuinely started learning latin just to be mysterious and obscure, and so that I can be the only one who can translate ancient scripts I find in a cave or something. The eldritch obscurities will be proud of me. Professor Layton will be proud of me. Giles will probably be proud of me.

“It’s a long story. There’s Latin involved”

Hyde, my guy, that sounds like a summoning ritual. With his obtusity, Jekyll will think you magically compelled Lanyon to stay.

[tentacle-priestess]

The Ceremony

NSFW

Warning: Tentacle smut ahead

consentacles, sapphic, sensory deprivation, bondage

PART 1:

The sun was setting on my Ceremony Day. The last rays of daylight painted the ocean with teal and deep blue hues. I watched it from my bedroom window, cold sea breeze ruffling my hair. A bubbling anticipation stirred in my stomach, I was so excited and so nervous my hands were clammy with sweat. As soon as the sun was down, I would walk down the long stairways and corridors of the monastery and join the other Initiates for our consecration ceremony.

Becoming a Priestess is no easy feat. It requires years of hard work and study. But tonight was my party, nothing but pure unadulterated ecstasy. You see, The Ceremony is the first time a new Priestess is directly addressed by The Abyssals, The Old Ones, the primeval deities of this temple. In theory Priestesses are forbidden from speaking of it with anyone outside the ritual, but lowkey we all knew. Only women dwell here, a sanctum of Priestesses and Initiates. In truth, they ensured we knew, because it had to be fully our choice.

As the final sliver of sun disappeared beneath the horizon I rushed to the Ceremony Sanctuary. Now all the Initiates awaiting consecration were standing excitedly outside its gates. There were Seren and Mirela, two of my closest friends. Close in a very physical sense of the word; we had spent many nights exploring each other’s bodies and wondering about The Ceremony. Then I also spotted Naida in the crowd. We were not amicable to put it mildly. She was vicious but I was no victim and I could be mean when it came to her. No, I didn’t secretly envy her talent for summoning and her perfect breasts. No, of course I didn’t desire them.

We all knew what was coming next, the Priestess in charge of preparation would take our clothes and give us a potion to drink. In all honesty I was a little nervous about it; a concoction that temporarily takes away your eyesight and heightens your other senses. After drinking it we stepped into the sanctuary. Just us Initiates this time. I saw tall rock walls on all four sides and a glass ceiling which let the moonlight in. Then the potion took effect, and I saw black. A flood of sensations came over me. I could hear the wind ruffling the trees outside the Temple and the chants of crickets and cicadas; it was actually very beautiful. But other, louder sounds drowned them out. For a moment I felt annoyed but then I realized it was the sound of my own blood as it rhythmically rushed inside my veins. There was the loud beat of my own heart, and suddenly, I realized I could hear the heartbeat of everyone there. Deep, pulsing drums. I had been hearing them for a while now, without realizing. It was mesmerizing.

Then, there were the scents…But before I could delve into them, I felt something coiling around my left leg. It was cool and smooth. Soon another one was at my right hand, softly brushing along each one of my fingers. Tentacles! My heart skipped a beat, I had waited my whole adult life to meet The Abyssals and now, finally, they were here. The scent of seawater filled the air, rich and briny. Another tentacle nuzzled into the palm of my left hand, and I stroked its skin gently. Suddenly I found myself suspended in midair by a dozen tentacles wrapping around my entire body. I squealed in excitement and delight, surrendering myself to them.

Now, one of them was at my mouth, brushing against my lips softly, slowly. I parted them for it, and it skimmed over the threshold where my lower lip fades into the red, wet softness that covers the inside of my mouth. Then it glided along my inner lip, tracing a gentle line from the base of my teeth to the edge, pulling it softly downward before releasing it, letting it spring back into place.

Now a tentacle was caressing my neck softly, while another traced circles around my belly button, many others held me tightly from my arms and legs, another coiled around my large breasts, another around my waist, another one trailing the line between my butt cheeks, another one entered my mouth, and I sucked on it. A thick, rich liquid spilled from its tip, it tasted sweet and salty. Now another tentacle was rubbing my nipple, sparks of pleasure and want radiated from it and coursed through my body. This one had a different texture, rougher and moister, it felt as if it were licking me. I felt flooded by desire stronger than I’d ever felt. I craved the touch of those tentacles somewhere else right now, but I couldn't move my hands to place them where I wanted them. “Please” I tried to say but couldn’t really form the word around the thick limb inside my mouth.

Another tentacle reached my other breast, this one had a strange texture I couldn’t figure out. A concave structure covered my nipple and sucked on it. A yearning moan escaped my lips. I realized this limb was covered in suckers like the ones from the ancient sculptures that lined the temple. Two different tentacles trapped my nipples between their tips and a lower portion of them, rubbing them, massaging them, rolling them. I felt that I might explode in ecstasy and desire, the need inside my chest and pelvis swelling to unexpected proportions. Now two more appendages were rubbing my butt cheeks, grabbing them and pulling them apart over and over so that the ripples of the motion caused a sort of stretching at the skin on my pussy, teasing me to no end. A needy, desperate whine escaped me as I started grinding and rocking my hips, craving more contact. I could hear the symphony of beating hearts all around me thumping so deeply a primal echo reverberated in my bones. I could also place the girls just by their scent now, Seren and Mirela were somewhere on the other side of the room. I recognized Naida’s scent right next to me, she was so close I could even touch her if I stretched out my arm. It felt strange, having my archenemy next to me in such an intimate moment. But before I could dwell on it, I felt a tentacle lightly skimming the skin on my clit. I bucked my hips to try to get more contact, it started rubbing it tenderly, I moaned as the limbs holding my legs spread me wider open, holding me firmly in place.

My already soaking pussy started spilling juices, prompting the tentacles beneath me to lap them up—drinking eagerly, desperate for every drop. Suddenly Naida started moaning frantically beside me. I instinctively turned my head towards her, forgetting I was blind under the effects of the potion. I could smell her wetness from here, it smelled like ripe fruit, sweet and sour. The tentacles licking my juices were now in an all-out battle for them, crowding at my entrance to get at every drop as it trickled out of me. It turned me on even more, if that’s possible. Then, as if realizing it could get at the source, one slipped into me. This one had a rich texture which felt heavenly as the thick body slid in and out with rhythmic motion. I rocked my hips to meet its thrusts, arching my back in delight. Each plunge sent a wave of pleasure through my body, dragging me into delirium.

I gasped and whimpered in surprise as another one slid inside, stretching me beyond imagination. Now I started moaning frantically as both tentacles moved inside me. It didn’t hurt and after my initial surprise I realized I needed them both deep in me. Other tentacles were still crowding at my opening, fighting for entrance until one of them managed to worm it’s way inside me, stretching me even further. At the same time there were limbs toying with my nipples, wrapping around my breasts and fondling them, caressing my neck, my ears, my fingers, my toes, grabbing my ass. I moaned in rapture gasping and panting wildly as pleasure coursed through my veins flooding my very being.

Next thing I know my butt cheeks are being pulled apart. The tip of a tentacle touched my anus lightly. It moved in small circles against my closed sphincter, the stimulation felt so amazing my breath cached for a second. My anus seemed to involuntarily cling around the tentacle with a kind of tiny sucking motion and then let go. This happened a couple of times before the tentacle pulls away slowly. A tingling sensation lingered after its touch, driving me feral with want. For a second that felt like an eternity I was left without it.

Then the appendages repositioned me in midair, without ever stopping their worship of my body. I was now placed on all fours with my butt in the air. The limbs pulled my knees closer to my head pushing my butt higher up, exposing me completely. Two tentacles spread my butt cheeks apart and another one traced circles along the tender skin around my anus. The liquid that flowed from its tip coated my entrance as it pushed inside slowly with circular movements. I choked on a breath from the unfamiliar, delightful sensation and my overwhelming need. Unhurriedly it borrowed its way through the thick stretch of muscles flanking the way inside me. I panted violently and let out a broken sound, somewhere between a sob and a moan as it added to my already very full body. Then its tip popped out on the other side of my muscle barrier, and I found myself being penetrated by tentacles in anus, pussy and mouth.

At that very instant, something happened that I find impossible to describe. An image formed inside my mind —alien, unfathomable, yet somehow deeply familiar. I saw the Old Ones in all their terrifying glory, a picture beyond my understanding. And then, suddenly, it made sense. In a way more primal than thought, I understood. For the first time I really comprehended the scriptures, the chants, the spells. It twisted my brain into knots, then stretched it across the span of eternities, then melted it into a puddle of muck. I cannot describe what that moment was like for me, while tentacles pounded into my body and the very Abyss entered my mind and soul, coiling its tendrils around the essence of my being and flooding it with darkness and light.

It was the most vulnerable moment of my life. Tears spurted from my eyes, a scream ripping through my throat—muffled by the tentacle filling my mouth. Suddenly, I felt Naida’s hand reaching for mine. In that instant, I knew—she was experiencing the same thing. I could feel her own trembling, her breath hitching, the raw, uncontainable sensation mirroring mine. I grabbed her hand, and just like that, the vision was replaced by an overwhelming desire to pull her nearer, to touch her…

End of PART 1

[whereserpentswalk]

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...

[crimson-chains]

Deer deer deer! Felt like drawing a new deer X3

[echo-circuit]

He's done!

Hot Rod Son of Optimus Prime, grandson of sentinel, the Living Flame 🔥

Design for hot rod from my tf hidden prince au!

WIP

Hot Rod from my hidden prince au

Au hot rod is optimus's sparkling who is created through the weird horrible immaculate conception I've designed very similar to bloodborne for some reason (God help me I love horror so ugh my bad) he's the most human looking of his family of being able to wander around without a glamor except for the coverings on his wings, which came out stunted twisted and deformed, so presenting him to Sentinel for the first time Optimus had his wings covered and Sentinel had custom metal magical Wing covers made which he still uses to this day.

[artdoingdan]

The Stan O’ War II bumping into some Lovecraft.

[frownyalfred]

but actually the idea of Gotham being eldritch-y or like American Gods where belief/fear/prayers = power means there’s a world where Bruce came home from one of his first successful weeks of patrol high as balls literally stumbling all over the Manor with a concerned Alfred trailing behind him because Gotham’s fear and belief in the Bat is so unexpected and heady that it takes him — even someone as superhuman as him — time to adjust.

…which also means there’s a world where that same Bruce gets to watch every new Robin “get” it as they come home to the Manor after their first patrol. he gets to see Dick’s confusion morph into wonder and into something ageless, leaking out at the edges of his mask. he gets to hear Jason’s choked-off breath as Gotham’s love for Robin hits him the first time.

[witchmarsh]

We are always saying that.

🧙 Wishlist on Steam now 🧙

[these-lovely-monsters]

Tentacles Under The Bed - Part 2

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: gn!tentacle monster x f!reader

Content: tentacles, bondage, nipple/clit stimulation, double penetration, anal play, edging, yandere monster

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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It’s late at night and you’re sitting in bed, reading a book before you go to sleep. Or at least, you’re trying to, but you keep peeking over the side of the bed, hoping your tentacle monster will come visit you again tonight. After a while, with no sign of your guest from last night, your eyes grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. The light is still on and your book is sitting open on your stomach as you lay sprawled across your mattress, dreaming about tentacles wrapping you up.

You’re snoring softly when, suddenly, you jolt awake to the feeling of something cool and silky caressing your cheek. Quickly sitting up in bed, you blink open your eyes to find an inky black tentacle stroking your face. With a wide smile, you reach out a hand and stroke your fingers along its length, marveling at how nice the texture feels. When the tentacle begins tickling your ear, you squirm out of reach, giggling and gently batting it away. Wiggling in place, almost as if it’s laughing, the tentacle retreats back under the bed.

A moment later, it reappears again with its tip wrapped around an object. This time, you reach out your hand, eager to see what it has for you. When it uncurls itself, a small stone drops into your hand. Grinning at the new gift, you hold it up to the light and marvel at the gorgeous gray surface that’s veined with bright streaks of white. After you’ve finished inspecting the stone, you place it on your nightstand along with the pearl and necklace pendant. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on the tip of the tentacle and then laugh when it wiggles again.

Remembering what you found up earlier today, you hop off the bed and hurry over to your backpack, calling over your shoulder, “I have something for you too!”

After rummaging around for a minute, you find what you’re looking for and walk back over to your bed where the tentacle is still patiently waiting. Extending your hand, you watch as it carefully picks up the piece of dark green sea glass, its edges worn smooth. Another tentacle appears as it gently rolls the piece of glass between the two tips, caressing the surface, as if inspecting it.

You’re chewing your bottom lip, hoping it likes your gift, when suddenly the tentacles wiggle again as several more shoot up from under the bed and wrap you up in a giant hug. Laughing, you squeeze back, happy that it seems to like your gift. 

As the tentacles slither along your skin, you’re reminded of the night before when it had you pinned to the bed. Your cheeks grow flushed with the memory and you wonder how you can make that happen. As if it can sense where your thoughts are headed, the tentacles begin to deliberately rub along your nipples, which are already hardening under your shirt. Letting out a soft moan, you relax into the monster’s hold, hoping it will get the hint.

It clearly understands what you want because a few tentacles grip your shirt and begin pulling it over your head as others work your shorts down your hips. Once you’re completely naked, the tentacles take a moment to slither along your bare skin, as if enjoying the feel of you just as much as you do. 

Then, one of the tentacles wraps around both your wrists, tugging you forward so you’re on your knees. Another one wraps around your waist, pulling backwards as the first one continues to pull your arms down to the bed. Soon you’re fully bent over with your ass up in the air and your wrists bound and stretched out over your head on the mattress. Next, two more tentacles wrap around each of your thighs, pulling them apart so that your pussy is completely exposed.

A shiver runs through you, not from the cold, but from anticipation for what the monster will do to you. Fortunately, it doesn’t make you wait long. One tentacle reaches up to play with your clit, alternating between flicking the bud and pulling at it with one of its suction cups. You moan at the sensations, trying to wiggle your hips for more but you’re completely bound, unable to move anywhere.

Two tentacles reach up and suction themselves to each of your nipples, pulling down so there’s a delicious tug on your breasts. The weight of the tentacles and your heavy breathing causes them to sway beneath you and you mewl in pleasure. As the other tentacle continues to play with your clit, wetness drips from your soaking pussy. Another one slides up along your leg gathering up your juices and plunges inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

As the tentacle pushes deeper inside you, stretching your walls as far as they’ll go, the small bite of pain adds a delicious zing of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. When it’s completely filled you up, it pauses, letting you adjust for a moment. Once it senses you beginning to relax, it slowly pulls back out, almost to the tip, and then plunges all the way in again. Pulling out and shoving back in, it sets a rapid pace, the wet squelching sounds mixing with the cries of pleasure pouring from your lips.

As the monster continues to fuck you senselessly, you begin to feel an orgasm building. But just as your walls start to clamp down on the tentacle, it abruptly pulls out, simultaneously pausing its ministrations on your clit, and you cry out in despair. After a moment, it resumes teasing and fucking you, only to pause once again when your orgasm is almost at its peak. It does this over and over again, bringing you right to the brink and then pulling back until you’re a whining, needy mess.

Tears of frustration begin to build in your eyes and you think you’ve almost had enough when, instead of pushing back into your pussy, the soaking wet tentacle moves higher, up to your ass. You suck in a breath as it tickles the outer rim, teasing and flicking the puckered skin. You’ve never had anything there and you’re a little afraid it will hurt, but at the same time you trust this monster with your body and want to see what it will do.

Pressing the tip gently in, the tentacle pushes past the first ring of muscles and you groan at the new sensation. Slowly, it works its way further and further in, pausing every few inches to let you adjust to the new girth. When it reaches as far as it seems to be able to go, it pulls back out and then pushes in again. This time, it fucks you more slowly than before and you melt into the mattress, getting lost in the sensation. 

You’ve forgotten your earlier frustrations, too distracted by the tentacle filling your ass, until you feel a different tentacle begin to push its way into your pussy. Gasping, you try to wiggle away – there’s no way it can fit two at the same time, right? But of course, there’s nowhere for you to go and it continues to ease the second tentacle into your cunt while the first one keeps slowly fucking in and out of your ass.

Before long, both tentacles are completely filling you up, stuffing you to the brim, and you’re almost delirious with the overwhelming fullness. They begin to move in tandem, plunging in and out of both your holes as you whimper and cry out with each thrust. It’s almost too much, but at the same time you’ve never felt anything more amazing and you never want it to end. 

This time, when your thighs begin to tremble and your walls start to clamp down with your impending orgasm, the monster doesn’t stop. Instead, it resumes playing with your clit and you immediately explode. Stars burst behind your eyes as your entire body seizes up, white hot pleasure coursing through you. It feels like the orgasm goes on forever as you get lost in a hazy bliss and time ceases to exist.

Eventually, though, awareness begins to return as you start to come down from the high and you sag into the mattress, boneless and spent. Carefully, the monster eases out of you and releases its hold on your body. You’re almost sad at the loss of contact. But then it gently maneuvers you so that your head is resting on the pillow and pulls the blanket over you, tucking you in around the edges. As the tentacles start to retreat back under the bed, you reach out and snag one of them, holding onto it. 

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” You ask in a drowsy voice.

You feel it hesitate for a moment but then the tentacle winds up your wrist, grasping onto you. Smiling, you settle back into the pillow and begin to drift off. Before you’re fully asleep, you manage to mumble, “Will you come back again tomorrow night?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then, right as your awareness slips away, you hear an inhumanly deep, multilayered voice echo in your mind, “Yes, little creature.”

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The monster is immensely pleased with this female it has chosen to mate.

At first, it wasn’t sure if the gifts left on various surfaces of her den were meant for it. But it took them anyways, wanting to indulge in the fantasy. Most creatures run screaming when they see the monster for the first time. Some even attack without warning. 

But not this one. To the monster’s delight, this delectable female was only startled at first. And when it tried to offer her gifts to soothe her fear, she eagerly accepted them! 

She even accepted its attempts to couple and let it touch her. 

Feel her. 

Taste her. 

She is utterly delicious.

And when she presented it with a mating gift of her own tonight, it knew for sure that she had accepted its offer.

As the monster settles into the darkness beneath where she sleeps, grasping her tiny delicate hand, it hopes that it can make her happy enough that she’ll never want to leave. Because even if she does, it will never let her go.

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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[mister-carnival]

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