#eldritch creature au

[persimminwrites]

au where the anchor consumes the inquisitor and she becomes an eldritch creature

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 310

Shadow core Danny? Shadow core Danny with Hazmat AU? Indeed, with a hint of a twist. 

See that hazmat helmet beneath the hood? Yeah that’s erm, that might be his actual face now. It might be able to split open into a proper maw, as he found out during one of the early fights. He thinks it might be a shadow-core thing though, because Fright Knight has something similar, along with the Keeper. Who's apparently a ghost that keeps track of other shadow-ghosts, which, cool. Cool library covered in flesh, nothing spooky there. 

He mentions this? Because apparently even if all ghosts partially feed on emotions, shadow cores need Fear the most. Which, thankfully shadow cores are apparently more rare than he’d expect, so he’s not going to go into a territorial frenzy or something on a bad day, yay! 

But uh, he might… count as a ghostling since he’s only a year dead- in fact he’ll continue to be as such until he’s at least 100 years dead, since he didn’t die as an adult. Which in turn… means he needs even more fear, at least until he’s old enough to generate it on his own. 

So what’s a ghostling to do? Take a trip to one of the most fear-soaked cities in the world, y’know, just a little weekend trip every month. Gotham isn’t that bad, and he can stay invisible- mostly! What’s going to happen, he run into a vigilante? Ha… oh no.

[xitsensunmoon]

Mermaid Moon, Sun and Eclipse have a different visible light spectrum so they actually can see your lovely human stripes!!<3

You often would carefully trace their own patterns with your fingertips when any of them allowed you that close. And the sound of purring would always let you know that they don't mind.

But you never could really understand why their caress followed a specific pattern as well. It was interesting, as each of them always followed the same direction, their claws gently gliding over your skin when you weren't wearing your diving costume. You doubted they secretly agreed to mess with you in that way. Plus, their eyes followed some invisible path too... You could see their scleras dilate every time.

Whatever they saw, they found it beautiful.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I'm done arguing about oldest or middle child Techno, this is a safe space for youngest!Techno truthers only

[alelathedragon]

My friend helped me visualize how Kramzzles would eat/use the tentacles on his Neck Area in order to grab a mass amount of people instead of only 2 or 3 at a time- by asking me to silly doodle Kramzzles killing their OC x,D

☝️silly doodle in question

I won't out my friend.... Or will I

fembo- COUGH

👇 SPOOKY IMAGERY BELOW!!!

I really like drawing Eldritch Horrors in my pass time so I didn't skip the details. Lots of tentacles and teeth

Oh and

Be normal I SEE YOU🫵 /J/LH/silly/gooby funny haha

When I put the note in his original reference

"uses them to eat faster and grab people"

This is the visual I had in my head- he breaks his own TV screen by having the static tentacles fuse to said screen- it becomes fully 3-Dimensional yanking in damned souls at an alarming rate

[angelynmoon]

More eldritch monster Steve, because I have no self control

Part 3

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They ask him what he is, well, Erica asks, loudly and quite rudely, but she is his favorite, after El.

El, who looks at him in confusion, with a little blood leaking from her nose, she, Jonathan, Will, Mike, and a man named Argyle arrived sometime early in the morning.

"Why can't I tell?" El asked, head tilting as she frowned.

Steve looked at her, "I'm a very good mimic."

"But what are you?" Will asked, "Even I don't feel the connection."

"You wouldn't." Steve tells him, "You can feel the connection Henry had to the Down Below, everything you and El feel can trace back to him and Dr. Brenner. I have a connection to the Down Below, something deeper than either of them have, because I was born there or because of how long I lived there before leaving, who knows." Steve explained, "As for what I am, I can't tell you that. I never needed a word for what I am before."

"Are there others?" Jonathan asked, which was a good question considering what Steve could do.

Steve looked away, towards the pool, "No. I am the only one like me."

Which had always been true, Steve was unique, but there had been others of his kind once.

Now, however, he was the only one left, but the children didn't need to know that, they didn't need to know that the Down Below was like it was because it was a grave yard of his kind, the vines that ran through it had once been the veins of Steve's race, that the residule life that had once ran through them allowed Henry to control them, though Steve doubted that Henry was the one really in control.

His race was dangerous, he'd always know that, ever since the moment of his first memory, but Steve was dangerous too, he was afterall the one that had killed the rest of his kin.

They'd deserved it, parasitic and destructive, they fed on others of their race if they were strong enough and ate the other creatures in the Down Below if they weren't.

Steve had been the smallest, the one that wasn't a threat, that prefered to chase Demobats and hunt Demogorgans, he had been the one least likely to be a threat.

But all things that live have a breaking point.

Steve's had been his spawn. His kind didn't need partners to spawn, just enough energy and want, and Steve had wanted so much that all he needed was a few good hunts and he had his spawn.

But his kind, like most predators, went after the weak and the young, and Steve's spawn had only him to protect them, while partners were unneeded they usually still paired to spawn, if only to make protection detail easier.

His spawn had been killed and raveged before they even really existed, and Steve, who'd only wanted a family to raise, though he hadn't had the words to understand that, had gone after those who'd taken that from him.

And small, unassuming Steve had quickly become something to fear, laying waste to his own race and leaving them to rot instead of feasting, the worst of the slaughter Steve wrought, the thing that made him more dangerous than all of his race.

Because his anger and destruction didn't come from those he kileed, but from himself, and if that was his own feeling then what would he become if he feasted on the ones he killed, who thrived on the destruction and death that his race was built upon.

No, Steve had always been different, soft, his kind had said, an easy target for an easy meal. And then Steve had proved them wrong, but it hadn't mattered, because by the time Steve's anger had faded into grief and sorrow he'd been alone, the last of his kind, surrounded by the rotting corpses of his kin, the vines left behind too frightened to reach for him, the Demogorgans too wary of the war Steve raged to come out of hiding.

And then a tiny crack had appeared, not much more than a sliver, but enough for Steve to slip through, for him to leave the Down Below and the destruction he'd done, a chance to start over in a world where he could raise his spawn to adulthood, hiding amidst the creatures of the Upper World.

But the children didn't need to know any of that, didn't need to know that their jokes of Steve being their second mom fell a little too close to home on some occasions, because they were his, weren't they, not his blood but they were his spawn just as much as the ones he'd lost because he'd fought for them, got hurt for them, fed them, protected them like a parent should, he'd threatened government officials to keep them from removing Will from Joyce's home, threatened Owens to give Hopper Jane, he'd made sure that the kids got compensated, even Susie, in the form of college funds for each and every time they saved the world from the Down Below, the knowledge he'd picked up from Mr. Harrington finally useful, he'd even gotten Murry something, a few secret conspiracies confirmed, for his assistance.

This was his family, his to protect and Steve wasn't sure what would happen if he failed, truely failed and had to bury any one of his kids, or Robin, or Eddie, who was surprisingly easy to care for, or even Eddie's uncle, who was Steve's merely because that uncle was Eddie's and Eddie was Steve's.

Eddie was Steve's, Steve frowned and looked over to where the kids and Eddie were arguing about what his Dustpans and Dinosaurs name should be. When had Eddie become his, his to protect and keep, and care for.

Steve blinked as he realize it was the moment that Eddie risked his life to protect Dustin.

Spawning was easier in pairs, afterall.

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Um... hi.

I'm attempting a tag list, sorry if I forgot you, sorry I didn't tag on the second part, but I posted that before people asked to be tagged, well, I think I did.

Sorry, if I tagged you and you didn't want to be tagged.

Also, I know nothing about dustpans and dinosaurs, sorry, dungeons and dragons

@merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @starlight-archer @0o-mushroom-o0 @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

Eldritch Bloodmoon? What about Eldritch Bloodmoon getting his nails did and make up done because he saw Earth doing it to her own nails and make up. They are going to the shops!

Here they are at the shops! Lunar is searching for the perfect place to have lunch! Bloodmoon just vibing and Earth saw some dolls! Also Lunar got his make up did

I tried really hard with it! I should keep writing the fanfic of this AU but it’s more fun to draw rn

[hitwiththefandomz]

Read @desceros’s blerb for the Dredge AU and had the world throw me a song that fit the vibe perfectly

Made this before Donnie’s design was visualized but I’m here for the vibes >:}

(The song is “Infinite Love” by Emile Mosseri)

[unrealisticsunovabish]

I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not getting sucked back into the tadc fandom I am not-

[celestiall0tus]

I'm gonna be that person right now because I'm just stupidly overjoyed. Who wants to see something cool?

If y'all thought the fusions for Bloody Bug were the only place I was diverting from canon, you are dead wrong. I present Primal Mayura, the ultimate fusion and connection between kwami and holder. A fusion only possible by the most elite of holders.

And yes! I could have resized the image to fit it all it, but I didn't want to.

[persimminwrites]

pov: you're an ancient elven being and your situationship (which just ended poorly) is consumed by an ancient magic (your fault), turns into this, and starts hunting you for sport. wyd?

[puppetmaster13u]

Because it is Mermay:

Originally did this art for one of @radiance1 prompts/story ideas, which also gives an idea of colors so.

[princyvish]

I really wanted to draw these aus again... featuring another au, the eldritch koby au :]

Some of these doodles are from like. January i think. Dunno if my art style changed enough. Eh. We ball 🏀

All aus made by @moonelnone :3

I am positively in love with all the aus moonel makes istg

[corvid-canidae-art]

THEM!!!!!

[chirpycloudyrobin]

An AU set at a nebulous, post-canon point in time where they're still searching for kdj somehow and they end up in a parallel universe where they encounter a peculiar hidden scenario : the company needs to rescue a constellation chained within an abandoned mall complex. their reward is SS-class gear and the support of that parallel universe's <Underworld> nebula.

the constellation had taken the form of a horned, winged young man with dark hair and a certain white coat.

the issue ? their modifier isn't <Demon King of Salvation>.

it's <Elysian Prince of Life and Death>

is it really kdj ? or is it something wearing his face ?

The last of the chains disappeared into dust with hardly a sound. The group waits with bated breath as the figure stands up, their movement making ripples on the shallow waters surrounding them.

When the figure opens their eyes, they reveal pools of dark obsidian shining with the light of a thousand stars. A familiar yet unfamiliar smile stretches luscious pink lips. Their starry gaze shoots directly into Yoo Joonghyuk's worn and battered soul.

The figure speaks and it takes every one of them a moment to realise that the voice coming from that face is wrong and right and just a little bit off to the side. It's layers upon layers of the same voice. Young, old, content, anguished, alive, dying... It's someone's voice from different parts of their life condensed into a single instance.

“You wear their faces,” The layered voice echoes. “But you are not them.”

The figure's head tilts. It is then when they realise that a slowly spinning crown of starlight had materialised on the figure's head.

“What's your story?”

[zalpacka]

I LIVE

Have an/some/yea sketches of Memory Steve + Genesis

(plus bonus TFC from an AU called The Flowered AU that I've yet to post on here :])

Also, my cat decided he wanted attention and is certainly not holding me at claw-point to convince me to give him more treats, nope, why would that ever happen?

Send help

(/j)