#eldritch tales

[eldritchpotato]

Mirrorbound

You’ve never enjoyed visiting your grandparents for the holidays. But when the shattering of an antique mirror seems to have released something into the old house things suddenly become much more interesting. Especially since the entity seems to be very grateful for releasing her.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Content Warning: Female reader, ghost sex, possession, dubious consent, stealth exhibitionism, blood and mild gore.

If superstition was to be believed you were now looking forward to seven years of bad luck. It was a nice distracting thought from picking up the shattered pieces of the priceless artifact you had carelessly knocked over while looking for holiday decorations in the attic.

The mirror had been ornate, and the detail carved into the wooden edge was hauntingly beautiful. One of your grandfather’s “curiosities” to be sure. Maybe it just gave you the heebie-jeebies because he only would have collected it if it was either haunted, had been somehow involved in someone’s death, or connected to something else equally awful.

You hissed as a piece of glass cut into your palm. “Bloody f—” you stopped yourself. “Mary, where are you?!” You yelled again. Your aunt was taking her sweet time.

Finally, she poked her head up through the trap door and held out a broom and dustpan for you.

“I’ll get you a bandaid, deerie,” she added cheerily before clambering back down the ladder.

You did your best to sweep the glass up but considering how filthy the attic was you certainly were doing little to clean it. Where were the decorations? Why didn’t they keep them somewhere that wasn’t practically booby-trapped?

By the time you had cleaned up, whatever dust you had swept up had just attached to you. After telling Mary to find someone else to get the decoration through a coughing fit you scurried towards the bathroom for a nice long shower.

Peeling off your dusty clothes you turned the water on. It was freezing, of course, the water in this ancient house took an eternity to warm up.

You settled on checking on your appearance in the mirror while you waited. How much damage had that dirty attic done?

It wasn’t as bad as you had feared, it was easy enough to get the spider webs out of your hair and a shower would do the rest.

But…

Something red dripped from the ceiling behind you. You glanced behind you but there was nothing. No liquid on the floor and no stain on the ceiling. There was no sign of anything strange. But red wasn’t something one would miss in a white bathroom and it wasn't like your mind had a habit of playing tricks on you.

Turning back to face the mirror a scream tore from your throat. You spun around, pressing back against the sink. But the spectator was gone. The bloody monstrous figure that had spider-climbed down the wall was nowhere to be seen.

“You alright, dearie?” Mary called, knocking on the door.

“Bloody Hell,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your chest. “I’m fine Mary,” you called back. “Just… almost slipped.”

“Are you sure?” she called back.

“Yes,” you huffed, leaning your head against the wall. Actually, you weren't sure you were fine. Hallucinating was a very much not normal and fine thing.

Alright, I’ll put the kettle on,” she offered before shuffling away.

Quickly you hopped in the shower to clean yourself off. Regardless of if you were losing your mind, you needed to get clean.

A chill ran down your spine as you lathered yourself. That primal feeling that you were being observed. But the bathroom was empty, the curtain was drawn, and no one was watching you.

You dried off quickly before scurrying back to your room to get a change of clothes. You paused on the way, still slightly dripping and wrapped in a towel. “Bloody Hell, Mary, what are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’ve got it, I've got it,” she huffed, awkwardly climbing back down the ladder with a box of decorations balanced precariously.

You just shook your head and stepped into your room, closing the door behind you. Since she had sorted that you were free until supper at which point maybe you could use your new hallucinations as an excuse to leave a few days early.

You hung your towel up and waltzed over to your still mostly packed suitcase to fish out some more clothes.

Standing back up you froze. Behind you, reflecting in the full-length mirror of the guest room was a woman. She wore a tattered white dress stained red. Blood soaked her long matted hair from various shards of glass embedded in her skull. She clung to the wall with talons, what little of her skin you could see was covered in runic tattoos.

Since she wasn't real you didn't panic. But the fact you were definitely hallucinating was bad, really bad. Like maybe you could call an ambulance bad. Did you call ambulances for hallucinations? Suddenly this seemed far more serious. And why this? Why some sort of bloody demon woman?

She looked up and you winced, her hollow clawed-out eye sockets somehow still seemed to observe you. She slowly moved closer, the only way to describe her movements was wrong.

Oh, you really didn't like that.

It was oddly fascinating. Such a strange thing for your brain to make up. You had never seen this… character before, she was of your own imagination. She was oddly beautiful, the strange perfection the dead were sometimes thought to have.

She was right behind you now. You didn’t move. Logically it wasn't real but your thundering panicked heart didn't agree quite so much. Actually, you weren't remotely calm, just too distracted by logistics to notice the whole being frozen by fear thing.

Weird.

She leaned past you, bringing a talon dripping with blood to the mirror’s surface. You could swear you could almost feel her dress brushing against you. You watched with fascination as she wrote in her own blood.

Droplets of blood trailed down the mirror, you reached out to wipe them but… they were on the other side. Not that that was possible, but…

“What…” you muttered to yourself.

The message appeared on the mirror the right way round in beautiful cursive.

“You called?”

[darielivalyen]

Eldritch Tales: Inheritance [WIP]

Eldritch Tales: Inheritance is a game that blends elements of psychological, supernatural, and cosmic horror with a good dose of drama, investigation, and romance. You and your high school friends are reunited after five years by a mysterious letter, and through this letter, you inherit an old Gothic manor and a substantial fortune.

There is only one condition: you must live in the manor together.

As you arrive at Blackthorn Manor, strange, unsettling events begin to unfold. Shadows move on their own, nights are unnaturally dark, and the atmosphere grows increasingly tense. The manor is full of secrets, and the more you learn, the less you seem to understand.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Customize your appearance, personality, and sexuality.

Romance or befriend a wealthy and carefree playboy, a no-nonsense scientist, a disciplined and protective ex-soldier, or a sweet and free-spirited artist.

Manage your relationships, or face unforeseen consequences.

Pay attention to your sanity and health, or…don’t.

Search for clues, solve puzzles, and learn the truth behind your inheritance.

Discover hidden rooms, secret passages, and eldritch artifacts.

Confront moral dilemmas, and be careful as they may have far-reaching consequences.

Face randomized events that will keep each playthrough unique.

Experience multiple endings based on your choices and actions.

What darkness does Blackthorn Manor conceal, and how will it affect your fate? Can you uncover the truth and survive, or will the manor’s sinister influence consume you all?

TYLER REYNOLDS

Background: Born into wealth, Tyler has always enjoyed privilege and opulence. While his party-going ways have quieted recently, he still likes to boast about his family’s status.

Personality: Tyler has a confident, carefree spirit that can be both alluring and unnerving. He enjoys living in the now and isn’t too concerned with the future.

Physical description: Tyler is tall and lean with an athletic build. He has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a preppy yet sophisticated style. He is fond of loafers and owns over two hundred pairs.

Smell: Blend of citrus and sage.

CALEB MITCHELL

Background: A former soldier, Caleb has spent the last couple of years doing different security jobs. He’s very protective of his younger sister Julia, with whom he shares a close bond.

Personality: Caleb is disciplined and protective, with a dry sense of humor shaped by his military background. Despite his rugged exterior, he dreams of a peaceful life.

Physical description: Caleb is tall and muscular, and has an overall rugged appearance. He has a dark brown undercut, deep brown eyes, and a bit of stubble. His style is mostly casual.

Smell: Cedarwood with hints of amber.

JULIA MITCHELL

Background: Julia has a deep passion for science; she excels in engineering and physics. Her career and research define most of what her life is about.

Personality: Julia is a no-nonsense individual who values efficiency and clarity. She’s methodical in her approach to problems but can get puzzled in overly emotional moments.

Physical description: Julia is of medium height with a lean physique. She has neck-long black hair, deep brown eyes, and wears stylish glasses. Her style is Parisian chic.

Smell: Paper and ink, with hints of lavender.

LUNA HARPER

Background: An artist first and foremost, Luna’s whole world revolves around her paintbrush and palette. She embraces all forms and aspects of spirituality and loves crystals.

Personality: Luna is a free spirit, and her vibrant personality is reflected in her artwork. Her optimism is infectious, her humor innocent, and her soul seems to be untouched by cynicism.

Physical description: Luna is petite and has an ethereal presence. She has long platinum-blonde hair with pink highlights, green eyes, and loves the bohemian style.

Smell: Patchouli and sandalwood.

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[grokebaby]

To feed an angel

Xerxes retreated into his private quarters after another long dusty day. Sensing it's parent's presence, Athena cracked into warbled, buzzing cries. Like a divinely singing little cricket. She must've been hungry, spending day after day alone in her nest, just waiting for Papa to come feed her again..

She always had breakfast of course, right before Xerxes had to leave for the day's duties. But seeing how long his days were, that was while ago by now.

Cooing at the fat little grub nestled inside a hay filled suit of armor, he picked it up, cradling her in his arms. His little angel.

Literally, of course.

"Ohh Papas here again little precious.. No more crying, I know.. I know, it was such a long day.. What a whipped papa you have don't you?" he hoisted the chubby thing into his arms as it squirmed and reached it's tiny appendages to him.

To the food source.

Wasting no more time, Xerxes cupped her into his armpit, making sure his hold was secure before giving it his wrist, and Athena latched on immediately. She always does. She's such a good, strong little baby. He felt her proboscis pierce skin in one swift sting and soon enough the little grub was suckling, with rhythmic wave motions going all throughout her body as she used all her might to fill her tummy with blood.

In her younger stages, her milky skin was translucent enough to tell where the food storage resided inside her squishy little body, but with each passing week it had began to get harder to spot the quickly filling, vermillion colored spot on the grub. They grow up so fast.. Soon her skin would likely become harder, more coarse.. Maybe then Papa could let her roam inside the barn more freely.

Xerxes found his usual spot, and his taur body laid down to sit as the happy little grub fed. He laid a little kiss on her dark little head. "That's my little angel.." he murmured softly. "It must be so dreadful to sit and wait here all day.. I wish I'd have friends for you.. Papa misses you so much every day. But here you are, always waiting for me. And I'm thankful for that every day. Good little angel.." he continued, softly speaking to the suckling grub. She was so beautiful. He wondered when it'd be her time to cocoon, and how long she'd be in there..

He can't really know until it happens, huh?

After a while, she did unlatch finally. He always flipped her on her back and petted her tummy after, she liked that alot. She usually fell asleep soon after for a little nap. Or for the rest of the night.. That worked too.

"ap.." a fragmented, circadian voice babbled. Xerxes hummed, massaging her belly. "apa.. Ap..."

"Yes, that's me.. Papas right here.."

"Apas.."

"Yes you just relax my sweet little bug.. You're safe with me. I'm here."

"Apas here.. Apa.."

He loved her so much

[witchofthemidlands]

until further notice i shall be of the belief that this is all gearing up to the trickster's big comeback, in this essay i will…

[mamaangiwine]

Honestly? I think there should be more folk horror cinema inspired by The Bible. This shit is so eldritch and it goes hard.

[deconstructthesoup]

The stepmother can do what now

[super-paper]

afotaro is the elephant's foot of toxic old man yaoi but that's not gonna stop me from memeing on it, y'know, as a coping mechanism.

[see-arcane]

Eggers' seems to like his vampires as very visibly walking corpses. That of course wouldn't really fit with the Carmilla story for a whole number of reasons.

Other than that she does actually have a lot of the "folk vampire" aspects he likes.

She does! But she's also a very distinct kind of monster compared to Dracula/Orlok in how she operates. Almost on the same level of Lord Ruthven of "The Vampyre," ala the MO of befriending and/or seducing innocents specifically to kill them. With Laura she seems to show signs of 'serial killer got too attached to the victim,' cue Millie getting into fixated vampire lover territory. But other than that, she has less of Eggers' preferred visceral threat and jagged edges than he seems to prefer with his villains.

[vangold]

Kind of a warm up now that October is slowly approaching and with it upcoming Inktober. Actually I already decided for this year's theme. I'm planning to do an entire Inktober - or better said Creeptober - Lovecraft-themed. Really looking forward for it. Was in the mood lately anyway to do more stuff into that direction.

However until than don't mind me giving His Yellowness some more well deserved screen time here.

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[metatomatoes]

So I'm not into MTG but I do like collecting things so I bought a few booster packs a while ago just to check out the art. Finally got around to opening them and promptly FREAKED OUT because LOOOK they did Eldritch Elrond!

Elrond, Lord of Rivendell by Anato Finnstark for Wizards of the Coast/Lord of the Rings Tales of Middle-Earth 2023.

[eldritchpotato]

First Contact

You're a renowned xenobiologist doing research on a remote planet. When quarantine is breached and you come face to face with some of the local fauna your life might never be the same, this new species has found the perfect home.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Content Warning: alien smut, symbiotic/parasitic creature, female reader, corruption, brainwashing, body transformation, lactation, orgasm denial, oviposition, bad ending?

You weren't really sure what had happened until you got back to the station. The alarm still blared which was honestly more irritating than the breach of your suit.

Slamming the alarm off you kicked free of your space suit and held it up for inspection. The tear wasn’t large, maybe the width of your palm, but definitely enough to start losing oxygen quickly. It was lucky you were close to the base.

Then it moved, a shriek leaving your lips as you dropped it. Oh fuck, fuck fucking fuck there was something in your suit.

Holding your breath you waited, thankfully anything that could survive out there would be suffocated by the oxen-rich facility. When it stopped moving you slipped your oversized gloves back on and tentatively got closed.

Beyond the difference in atmosphere and the changes that caused, neither the fauna nor flora of this planet were abnormally dangerous. But you could never be too careful.

Slowly you picked up your space suit, trying to peek through the collar to see whatever it was. It promptly jumped right for you, warm grasping tendrils grabbing onto your head as it skittered for purchase. It was small and grey, oddly sticky and warm.

That didn’t stop you from slapping the thing off your face as hard as you could.

By the time you stumbled back and wiped your face the thing was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh fuck me,” you muttered, you were gonna be in so much trouble for this. But before you had the chance to initiate quarantine and the lecture from your boss that would follow it landed on your lower back.

You just managed to glimpse it slipping down your pants with an utterly odd flexibility in the reflection of the window before your fingers reached it. You scrambled to unbutton your pants, some old human saying about ants ringing through your head.

There were several things you were worried about, allergies, toxins, bites, stings, bacteria, viruses. So many reasons why you needed to get as far away from this thing as possible. It slipped down in an utterly invasive manner only to wiggle forward and press itself against your pussy was… well you didn’t even know how to react to something like that.

You froze like a statue at the sheer strangeness of it all. A suction against your clit jolted you into action to kick your pants off. But it was fast, faster than you could have predicted, its tendrils wrapping around your thighs, attaching itself to your body.

Sheer manic made you grab it, its coils only tightening around you in response, the suction on your clit becoming painful. You could feel something moving, its mouth maybe?

You tugged again, but it didn’t budge, the pain that shot through your clit dissuaded you from trying again. If you pulled on it, it pulled right back on your clit.

Horror thrummed through you. Nothing could have prepared you for this. This… thing was attached to your most sensitive area. How the fuck were you supposed to get it off?

It didn’t hurt, if anything maybe the suction was a little… nice. But you couldn’t very well go about your day with this thing suctioned to your body. It clung to you, covering your vulva like underwear though its soft tail dangled between your legs.

It didn’t look strong, but it was. You weren’t particularly keen on just waiting for it to finish whatever it was doing and detaching, because what the fuck was it doing?

Every muscle in your body tensed as something began to push inside you, both in your pussy and ass. Instinctively grabbing the creature only made it speed up, trusting some part of itself inside your body. It didn’t hurt, not really, it was just… 

“What the fuck,” you muttered, feeling far more full than you ever had before.

The worst part was that it didn’t feel entirely bad. The strange tingling feeling was quickly leaning more towards arousal. Helplessly your clit throbbed, the creature sucked.

You nearly fell over trying to sit down as the thing continued to… stimulate you.

It was impossible not to brace for something but nothing came. It just… rhythmically sucked on your throbbing clit, some part of it buried inside you. It was shocking how turned on you were. You were a well-respected scientist, no one could ever know about… this.

Slowly you stood, grateful that the thing did not impact your range of motion. Gently you brought your fingers down, attempting to wedge them between the creature and your skin. Its strange fleshy tendrils tightened around your hips almost in warning.

“Okay, not gonna do that then,” you sighed with a shake of your head.

Feeling somewhat in shock you headed for medical to get a scan done. At the very least you could figure out what this thing was doing and hopefully maybe how to remove it. Your bare feet pattered on the cool metal, the creature sucking on your clit happily the whole way there.

[darielivalyen]

Just read Eldritch Tales and it was so intriguing! Well paced, cool characters, very spooky. Excited for more. :)

Hi there! Thank you so so so much for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far, and I assure you more is coming. I meant to upload much more frequently (and I used to do so with previous projects), but I've been struggling a bit with my health.

I write whenever I can, but it's still not as often and as much as I'd like to. Things seem to be getting better, though, so I hope this changes soon! Thanks again! 💚

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[grokebaby]

Lore notes - sayings and lingo of the afterlife realm (Not sins but tragedies)

HELL

- Oh Satan! Is a common curse, or a way to express shock and frustration in the Pride district. This district tends to be aware of human culture and it's own history, and thus Satan is something of a pop culture figure to them. Not real, of course, but it's developed from an ironic inside joke to a common reference. Other variations of this saying include cursing to Satan's body parts, such as horns, for example. This saying is used in place of "Oh my god", which is seen as a controversial sentence (to varying degrees, depending on area and company)

- (By/For/All of) heaven and earth! Is another way to curse, or express exasperation. This isn't a region specific saying and can be heard in most districts. It is often connected into some other sentence to intensify the sense of annoyance, ridiculousness, or grandness the speaker wants to instill. For example "By heaven and earth, you better listen closely right now!", or "For heaven and earth, you two are gonna be in big trouble!" or "You could hit em over the head with it and they still wouldn't care, for heaven and earth!". The saying has a similar energy to "Oh for cryin outloud!", and historically refers to a sentiment by olden angels, which they used to express a sense of superior meaning by excluding hell from the equation. It has been adopted by demons since.

HEAVEN

- A throne's rotation is a way of saying something would take so long, or such intense effort that it's near impossible. This saying is very old fashioned, and it refers to the fact that God's throne is so cosmically heavy, and bound tightly to space and time, that it'd be near impossible to rotate or lodge out of place without causing huge danger. For example, someone may say: "It'd take a throne's rotation to gather all grains of sand from all of earth!" or "What a mess! It'll be a throne's rotation before it's all cleaned up again!". Technical nerds though, can be quick to point out that the saying might also refer to the waves of energy that God's throne cycles ("rotates") in and out of itself at a near constant rate, so really, the phrase 'should' mean the complete opposite. However there's been arguments over the true origin of the saying, and realistically, it could mean either one. The saying has fallen largely out of fashion due to this.

- Oh/By the/Dear Throne is essentially the angels' way of using any "God" sayings. (Oh dear God / oh my god / by God ect) this is of course, due to the highest Angel being God's throne, and not 'really' having a The God™ figure aside from it. Hence, someone saying Oh my god, instead of Oh Throne, would come across strange and foreign. They're also very averse to adding "My" to any throne related sayings, as it comes across as creepy and abnormal at best, and downright heretical at worst. Even mother Ngah, an angel knownly enamored with the throne, would find adding 'My' very disrespectful towards it. To say such is to imply ownership and to attempt to deny the throne it's vastness and meaning. This aversion may also be an attempt to dissuade angels from developing unhealthy relationships or views with and towards God's throne.

[jely-pringle]

E3 is a Multiversal consuming monstrosity hellbent to make anything and anyone his plaything~ :3

My biggest art piece so far. Took me around 12h+ working on it

E3 as the Owl is simply a shell he uses to interact with people

Shedding that skin reveals the Eldritch “Godlike”Body underneath sculpted for devotion and faith as a religious symbol of sort.

And going past that all the way up we get the Celestial. A Swarm of all kinds of universes melded together fueling this universe eating furnace as it spreads the influence throughout the multiverse devouring worlds on the regular.

The purest form of his Instinctive need to devour symbolized as this huge towering behemoth of worlds, stars etc.

[honeyxmonkey]

would carter or anyone in the trollhunters, teach Harley and Sarah sign language? so they would be able to communicate with carter if he lost his hearing aids??

Of course! Harley doesn't know any yet (during the current timeline) but he definitely will when they get home from the life threatening quest! And Sarah was already taught ASL (as it's been two years since she and Carter met)

It's important to them as his teammates and also his found family that they be able to communicate with him in anyway he needs them to. This is also why Sarah will drag Harley into learning Italian with her on Duolingo a few weeks after they officially meet

[phosphoresccent]

The monster from beyond the stars

oh goodness - consider a prince xephos who was born blue and pale and still, his parents panicking because their heir, their son is laying dead before them - before a member of their court who is not quite a healer recommends jump starting his little heart with magic. but, he's so far gone they will need something Massive - and, this mage posits, ever so quietly - if they wished, they could tear a star from the sky and use it to fuel the little prince's heart.

his parents, not thinking it through, agree. but he grows up - strange. there is something wrong with their son, this little changeling they were tricked into raising, the little dead thing with a star burning in his chest and behind his eyes

(there is nothing wrong with him. he's just a boy - a little strange, but he's trying so desperately hard to be normal to a family who will always see him as other, everything he tries makes them turn away more. he is so alone, all he has are the stars in his mind he sees reflected in the skies above)

eventually - something happens. maybe he almost dies, is attacked by someone, or is pushed a bit too far, but some of the star in his heart lashes out. his parents, are finally justified - their son is a monster. they lock him away for his own 'safety', proclaiming anyone strong enough to free him may have his hand in marriage. he is told if he fails to kill anyone who gets close enough to try, they will meet a fate far worse than death.