#eldritch horror of the snuggly kind

[alysha-storm6]

Oh that would be an amazing fic!!

Dream browses along Hobs bookshelf before coming to a stop at a weighty tome, black, embossed with gothic lettering and what appeared to be tenctacles...

Dream: I know this dreamer, I recall him well. Such a proud, small minded young man. Such disregard for those he considered beneath him. Yet a well of untapped potential. I oversaw his dreams personally for period.

Hob glances over his shoulder to see Dream holding his copy of the The Complete Works of H. P. LOVECRAFT.

Hob: You tormented Lovecraft? Ha, no wonder.... You certainly left your mark Duck.

Dream: He felt himself so tall, so grandiose. I showed him the cosmos, infinite, beyond mortal comprehension. So he could see how truly small and insignificant his was. His mortal mind near broke from it.

Hob: Well that explains his works.. A lot.

Dream: I remember he had a distinct abhorrence for marine life. I took the form of a giant, winged octopod often, some of my finest work. How he trembled at it...

Hob: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Back up! Do you mean to tell me you're Cthulhu!? Great old one, face tentacles!?

Dream:...?

One Day Later...

Dream: What is THAT Hob Gadling?!

Hob: (Holding a little black Cthulhu plushie.) Look, it's you! Look at your little wings! Aren't you just the cutest little eldritch nightmare?

Dream: 😑

(Dream inadvertently inspired the works of Lovecraft. But never saw them come to fruition and reach the heights of influence they did due to being imprisoned....And is also Cthulhu 😆)

[some-bunniii]

ayo some luci angst just popped into my head, like….

imagine Lucifer falling in love with an employee at the hotel but their soul is owned by alastor and like?? luci is not happy about that.

*slams google docs on table, opens random 1.2k wrd snippet #234* behold…

x: GN!reader, no use of y/n

EDIT: read the full fic here

“What is this?” 

Lucifer had asked suddenly, his pupils dilated, trained on something against your throat. 

You sat on the edge of your bed, thumbs rubbing together in a soothing motion as you watched him move closer to you. Gulping, you parted your lips to speak.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything, before his hand gingerly lifted towards you. His nail grazed against your collarbone, and heat blossomed underneath your skin from his touch. 

‘Please, just stop here,’ you silently begged, eyes squeezing shut as his finger rested against your figure, ‘don’t ruin this moment by digging any farther.’

Your reaction only spurred him, however. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, his pupils thin slits now as he watched you.

Slowly, his finger trailed upward, skin brushing softly against yours as he traced the invisible force only a powerful demon could see. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, every movement of his only quickening its pace. 

Until his hand stopped, right in the middle of your neck, and you felt a sizzling against your skin. The heat was becoming too much, and you wanted to pull away from his touch. You didn’t, instead, you tensed, deathly still before him.

A soft golden light illuminated from Lucifer’s palm, as his fingers wrapped around an invisible object. A shadow formed in his grip, and he tugged at it, that glow in his palm growing stronger.

Backing away, he pulled a long, thin chain from your figure, it snaked from your throat as it followed his grasp.

He yanked it harshly, as if trying to free you of a parasite that found a home deep in your bones. But it only dragged across the floor, refusing to dislodge itself from your body.

A thick, metal collar snuggly encompassed your throat. The chain locked tightly against it, a vivid reminder of your poor decisions.

Lucifer’s palm slid across the cold, metal links. Eldritch magic seeped from its form in the shroud of thick fog. Archaic symbols danced at the edge of your vision as its glow illuminated Lucifer’s unreadable expression.

The chain was a sickly green, its harsh glow an annoyance to his eyes. It was embedded with a dark, chilling magic. Whispers of untold horrors and ancient curses coiling around you, promises of a fate worse than death. 

Lucifer could practically smell it, that red demon's aura as it encircled around your frame. A twisted signature, practically scrawled across your forehead like a stamp of ownership.

Oh, the audacity of a person to take such a kind, selfless soul and rip it away from its owner. 

You weren’t some dog to be beckoned at the flick of a wrist. You were so much more than that, you deserved so much more than that. 

Yet here you were, the clasp around your neck like a shadowed hand, softly squeezing the life out of your eyes. He could see it, clear as day.

Small, white horns protruded from his head as he clenched the chain tighter. He tugged it once, twice, as if testing its durability. You leaned back slightly, the chain becoming taught between the two of you.

That collar around your throat kept you locked in place, as you watched him turn the chain in his hands. For a moment, Lucifer’s figure melded into the horrid shadow of your owner, and your eyes widened in fear at your delusion.

You could see it, feel it. Your stomach brushing the stained carpet beneath you with that haunting figure bent in a sickly, twisted angle in front you. That chain wrapped around the radio demon’s hand as he threatened you with terrible acts if you failed to stay in line.

Seeing your face contort into pained anguish only caused Lucifer to bare his teeth slightly, the sharp edges glinting in the light.

Seeing it so deeply entwined with your very being only further spurred the king’s anger. It seeped quietly from him, his grip tight against the chains as if trying to snap them with his bare hands.

“Who did this?” He hissed, his gaze boring into yours. He wanted to hear you say that demon’s name, wanted to hear you confirm the truth that was so obvious in front of him. 

You knew he wasn’t angry at you, but still you bowed your head slightly. Averting your gaze from his pleading eyes, shame slowly clawing at your stomach. For a moment, you felt like throwing up. Wanting to rid yourself of the terrible feeling that was seeping into your skin.

You felt like crying, or throwing yourself into his arms. Wanting to melt into his hold, and be told again and again that everything would be alright. That the most powerful man in hell would come to your rescue.

But, deals that bartered in souls are a much more difficult magic to conquer.

Fighting the urge to collapse into his embrace, you steeled yourself. Hands planted against your knees, back straight in a pathetic attempt to have some kind of power in this moment. 

Your eyes sullenly traced across the harsh links of the chain, its form all too familiar by now. Yet, it still caused such grief in your bones no matter how many times you looked upon it over the years.

Slowly, your eyes shifted to meet his gaze. Your lips curved into a frown at his expression, and your predicament.

How were you supposed to tell the love of your life your soul didn’t belong to you? That you were trapped in a deal of your own making? 

Curse that little fine line in your deal that kept your mouth sealed shut, that prevented you from uttering his name.

“I-I..” You desperately tried to speak, to tell him the truth, but that invisible hand that pulled at your tongue forced your silence. Tears pricked at your eyes, the desperation in them evident as your attempts to explain only died behind those pretty lips of yours.

As your mouth shut in frustration, Lucifer’s anger only heightened. His eyes flared into a blood-red glow, a harsh change from that soft yellow radiance you often found yourself lost in.

He pivoted harshly away, his voice contorting into a snarl as he stalked out of the room. His overcoat appeared atop his shoulders, and it swished behind him as he moved. 

Lucifer’s thoughts were too tangled with the images of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.

The tears that had threatened to spill finally rolled down your cheeks, your lip quivering as your eyes lingered on the doorway he had just exited. His thoughts too mangled with the image of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.

Placing your face into your hands, you sobbed quietly. 

Oh, how that regret had begun to consume you as you continued to wallow in your self-pity. 

Regret, for thinking that giving away your soul was a simple feat. That somehow, you’d still be happy after the fact. 

Regret, for falling in love when you knew the deal that kept you to that deer demon’s side would never allow you to enjoy such a fleeting emotion. No matter how hard you clawed to Lucifer’s soft embrace, that chain would always be there to drag you back. 

Those soft whispers of affections, of promises you couldn’t keep. Knowing, one day, that constant-smiling demon could play his little games and tear you away from your lover’s hold forever.

Oh, what a lovestruck idiot you are. 

thoughts?? this is just an interesting concept to me and i rlly wanted to share it with you guys! i woke up at like 4:30 am today and was like ‘what if..’ and this is what came of it haha

and mmm alastor makes a such a good bad guy too depending on the context x)

[aicrushesallbanks]

tangled aus going great

recap for the people who dont feel like reading all my posts about it under the cut :]

tommy is rapunzel and gman is mother gotheL (but hes not abusive/neglectful like she is, just a misguided parent.... he genuinely just wants to keep tommy safe.... idk how he came into possession of tommy tho :| ). SUNKIST IS PASCAL SIZED. tommys hair isnt golden like rapunzels but when he uses its power it turns golden... his eyes are also golden :]!

benrey is eugene. i considered making him human and giving him some kind of helmet to explain away the shadow but then i realized having him still be an eldritch being that no one bats an eye at was fucking hilarious

gordon takes the role of max but since max is a horse and i wasnt willing to go through the horrors of drawing gordon as a fucking horse he becomes a member of the royal guard who has some kind of vendetta against benrey. joshua is his horse :]

coomer and bubby i didnt draw but they are both patrons of the snuggly duckling :] which probably has a different name (black mesa?? thats dumb but smth) in this au.

forzen is benreys ex partner in crime similar to the stabbingtons

darnold is varian (from the series) but like. i want him to be met before like the ending of the original movie u know what i mean. but idk how he fits into the story like that. oh well

[crowleyisms]

Been thinking about the fact I gave Crowley’s eldritch cosmic horror true form a long tail and been thinking about. What if. Tail stuff. 

Like sometimes using the extra appendage in his more humanish form. It’s a strong limb and extension of himself. Coiling the tail a bit and then kind of using it as a makeshift chair as he sits there cross-legged and thinking. Idly using it as like a third hand to grab stuff and hand it over and doing more with extra tasks. 

Crowley could quite literally monkey around with that long tail of his. Hanging upside down in various places. Especially likes to, literally, hang around Aziraphale’s bookshop. Handing Aziraphale a book or two that he needs. Crowley can have his hands free and gesture all he damn well pleases while he can use the tail to hold a wine bottle.

But also using it for snuggly reasons. Latching onto his partner and pulling them back in. Letting Crowley octopus cling to them better. 

Bunch of good tail uses.

[windsweptinred]

Dream browses along Hobs bookshelf before coming to a stop at a weighty tome, black, embossed with gothic lettering and what appeared to be tenctacles...

Dream: I know this dreamer, I recall him well. Such a proud, small minded young man. Such disregard for those he considered beneath him. Yet a well of untapped potential. I oversaw his dreams personally for period.

Hob glances over his shoulder to see Dream holding his copy of the The Complete Works of H. P. LOVECRAFT.

Hob: You tormented Lovecraft? Ha, no wonder.... You certainly left your mark Duck.

Dream: He felt himself so tall, so grandiose. I showed him the cosmos, infinite, beyond mortal comprehension. So he could see how truly small and insignificant his was. His mortal mind near broke from it.

Hob: Well that explains his works.. A lot.

Dream: I remember he had a distinct abhorrence for marine life. I took the form of a giant, winged octopod often, some of my finest work. How he trembled at it...

Hob: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Back up! Do you mean to tell me you're Cthulhu!? Great old one, face tentacles!?

Dream:...?

One Day Later...

Dream: What is THAT Hob Gadling?!

Hob: (Holding a little black Cthulhu plushie.) Look, it's you! Look at your little wings! Aren't you just the cutest little eldritch nightmare?

Dream: 😑

(Dream inadvertently inspired the works of Lovecraft. But never saw them come to fruition and reach the heights of influence they did due to being imprisoned....And is also Cthulhu 😆)

[professionalqueerbookworm]

As a hardcore Lovecraft fan, I approve of this 😂😂😂

Dream browses along Hobs bookshelf before coming to a stop at a weighty tome, black, embossed with gothic lettering and what appeared to be tenctacles...

Dream: I know this dreamer, I recall him well. Such a proud, small minded young man. Such disregard for those he considered beneath him. Yet a well of untapped potential. I oversaw his dreams personally for period.

Hob glances over his shoulder to see Dream holding his copy of the The Complete Works of H. P. LOVECRAFT.

Hob: You tormented Lovecraft? Ha, no wonder.... You certainly left your mark Duck.

Dream: He felt himself so tall, so grandiose. I showed him the cosmos, infinite, beyond mortal comprehension. So he could see how truly small and insignificant his was. His mortal mind near broke from it.

Hob: Well that explains his works.. A lot.

Dream: I remember he had a distinct abhorrence for marine life. I took the form of a giant, winged octopod often, some of my finest work. How he trembled at it...

Hob: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Back up! Do you mean to tell me you're Cthulhu!? Great old one, face tentacles!?

Dream:...?

One Day Later...

Dream: What is THAT Hob Gadling?!

Hob: (Holding a little black Cthulhu plushie.) Look, it's you! Look at your little wings! Aren't you just the cutest little eldritch nightmare?

Dream: 😑

(Dream inadvertently inspired the works of Lovecraft. But never saw them come to fruition and reach the heights of influence they did due to being imprisoned....And is also Cthulhu 😆)