#yandere eldritch god

[hana-no-seiiki]

we have yandere! tsundere, yandere! kamidere and yandere! himbo

i now present to you

yandere! deredere eldritch horror (based off of chikn nuggit’s characters) who pretends to be cutesy, lovey-dovey dumbass in front of you.

only to imprison the souls and bodies of those dare gaze at your holy being. tearing them to pieces, bit by bit, slowly and surely so that they pain prolongs only to sew them back up again for future stress relief. although it is tempting, l’ly of the interdimensional valleys never consumes them! that special kind of opportunity is saved for you.

you see, they were bored with the universe when they so you, an anomaly. a person so stupid and dense that you literally are a void of chaos and destruction to celestial beings and what not. l’ly is the only one who can kill you but decides otherwise cause you’re just too fucking hot.

deredere eldritch horror who loves to use the third person when speaking. you’re the only other person they allow to utter their name and it’s super cute when you picked it up from them sometimes. it’s just their favorite character to play when romancing you. a cute little thing that totally needs your attention or they’ll die.

sometimes they changed reality so it could act out different ‘dates’ and ‘activities’ with you before they wipe everything else from existence and restart.

it does often panic when you change too much, and it had to reset a few thousand times just to get a version of you that’s similar to the old one so they decided against doing that too often. instead they just let you reincarnate since that would only change your appearance more than the soul and personality you carry.

in any case, everything and anything that isn’t you does not amount to much at all. they are completely devoted — whipped — and would even use their powers to prolong that infatuation they feel so that it’ll never fade. they’re deathly afraid of losing the feeling you provide into their immortal life.

they don’t really care if you dont love them. just as you stay by their side.

for the rest of eternity and beyond.

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

(( Abyssus aka Abe the Eldritch god moonlights as a /false prophet/ to pass time even if time does not pass him. ))

(( he gives the creeps a lot in this form haha ))

[ozzgin]

Alright, alright, had to pull my usual tomfoolery on this story. Jokes aside, ancient Eldritch God impersonating your missing husband in hopes you'll love him the same is a scrumptious (and horrifying) idea.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere Eldritch horror/lovecraftian abomination x Female! reader:

Headcanons:

It would probably have a grotesque appearance that escapes our simple human understanding, so you will probably go crazy if you see it.

You would hear his voice in any language you speak and at all times, or he would speak to you in his own language, so that only you can hear and understand him.

Maybe he tortured you and then put your remains back together again and again.

He would appear to you in dreams, or rather nightmares.

He would also drive your friends and loved ones crazy, until they commit suicide out of madness.

He would pretend or disguise himself as someone you know, solely to deceive you.

If he has a cult following, he will have them kidnap you in his name and will not let you go at any cost.

Your loved ones would die in truly horrible ways.

He would probably demand that his cult sacrifice your loved ones in his honor, which may serve to invoke him on the earthly plane where you are.

Maybe he would abuse you, forcing you to submit to him to force you to have children while you are still kidnapped in the cult.

After that, if you get pregnant, he would take care of you himself or with the help of his followers.

His followers would keep an eye on you at all times, since a single mistake could condemn them to death.

He also wouldn't let you abort on purpose as he would mess up all your attempts one by one.

Remember: He knows what you say, what you do, what you did and said in the past and what you will do tomorrow at all times.

He would purposely make you survive the hard births; in one pregnancy after another, making you give birth to his minions and children, making you join him forever.

-The End.

[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"

[wh0ooo000o]

WAH I THOUGHT YOU WERE 19???

Not the anon that asked ur age btw lmao 😭

LMAO NO 😔 i wish i would be frolicking out in the fields rn but nooo screams and cries

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

BRAINFART DRABBLE COZ I'M LOVING @ask-emilz-de-philz 's ELDRITCH GOD ABE x PRIEST EMIL THINGIE A/N: Please don't burn me at the stake, I'm relearning my craft + kinda forgot how to use tumblr XD tehee~

TW: DARK AND CONTROVERSIAL THEMES. IT MAY NOT BE FOR EVERYONE

Emilio's footsteps against the cold granite floors echoed along the empty church hall as he stood infront of the altar lined with the village tributes.

"Quite fancy, that your god is." A taunting whisper coming from the shadows sent chills down the young priest's spine. "Granite floors, gold cups, and free flowing tributes—"

"He's blessed the village this year— granted us a bountiful harvest and protected us from the harsh winter." Emilio rebutted.

"Is that what you tell yourself? That it is your god who did all this?" Abe's laugh reverberated all over the church, the sound bouncing along the walls that Emilio could swear it sounded like it came from all directions.

"Tell me, what does your god look like?" Abe came whispering, his voice an overlapping sound of every form he can take shape of.

Emilio's breath hitched in his throat. The words that cannot make it's way outside his lips felt like acid in his tongue.

"Tell me who do I have to look like to have you on your knees for me—"

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(I'm having fun with these!😊And remember, this is all for fun, and stay platonic. Everyone here is here to have a good time.)

[bnyf]

baby you're my bunny ♡

╭﹕୨୧﹒ bunny boy x female reader

┊ warnings : yandere content and themes, unhealthy behaviors, relationship and relationship dynamic, slight body horror me thinks? slight horror, perverted yandere, non consensual touching, suggestive, uhhh that's it me thinks :3

╰﹕୨୧﹒ authoress note : so sorry if it's badly written also sorry if it ends weird :/

no survival instinct what's-so-ever. like... none.

but he was not complaining! it was just a mere observation. perhaps you were unaware of your allure, maybe you were not exposed to the cruel world yet, didn't know how sick people and creatures can be.

well for one... your little secret admirer was not one of those adorable bunnies you'd fawn over, nothing even close really. and no, he's not some cute boy with a bunny tail and some bunny ears. he's far from cute, a little scary actually.

humanoid? sure! typical bunny boy hybrid, uhhhh not really lol! he's mixed with human genetics but he's not quit. and for a bunny hybrid, he sure had a lot of predator instincts.

to put simply, he was an abnormality of mother nature. his lower half resembled a bunny whilst his torso and up is that of a man. his claws on his feet or paws or whatever are dangerously long, digging into the dirt whenever he walks, leaving behind a "too small to notice unless your looking for it" trail.

a muscular, lean build, biceps so perfect and manly hands to hold you down if you even ever think of escaping, awe how sweet of him <3

completely pale skin with small patches of equally pale fur in various spots, completely crimson, blood shot eyes and a pair of floppy bunny ears where any normal human's ears would be.

how did he even came to be? you may ask. well he was a normal boy, once upon a time. but one day, he'd gotten into a serious accident, a near death life experience. that day he could've hear the bells of heaven ringing in his ears but he wasn't ready to die, not like this... in his head he begged for more time, asking whatever god above to answer his prayers.

and yeah! his prayers where answered but, as they say, be careful what you wish for...

the moon goddess answered his prayers, but she also cursed him for it is the price he must pay to live longer.

"i grant you more time, as much time as you may need, but for as long as you roam his earth, your soul belongs to me and your purpose, is to server me," her voice rang in his ears like a bittersweet melody before he'd lose consciousness.

when he awake, he found himself in the mountains, he was a monstrosity of a man and dared not step a foot into society. he's to bare this curse and blessing till death.

he became easily bored and clueless as to what to do next, his every day life felt null and everything felt too much to bare. his eternity just began yet he dreads his mistake with every passing day.

"maybe, i should of just accepted my faith and die that day..."

with nothing and no one, he was left to wonder the mountain and serve the goddess by praying to her and tending to her shrine everyday, he's trapped to keep her energy going so she won't become a forgotten god.

(guys i made the lore up on a whim so bare with me even i'm confused right now :0)

anyways! everything drastically changed for our boy here when you and your family decided to move to the village nearby in the rural area, and live a peaceful life and just run a nice little farm hooray! hopefully, you don't get stalked and preyed on by a lonely scarily tall bunny male hybrid who looks like a utterly angelic, celestial eldritch horror, right?

all he could think about was a pretty girl had moved in next door and he just had to watch her from afar. most the villagers were very welcoming of you and your family, it was big talk because such a pretty girl had just moved in the small village and all the villagers wanted their sons or grandsons to get married.

it doesn't have much young people, mostly elders and young children and even less marriageable women. which is why you easily became popular, with everyone always gifting you things, begging you to marry into their family. they even had a town welcome celebration for you and your family!

he watched everything from afar. feeling a slight sting in his chest. jealous? already? of course he is, he wanted you all for himself. for countless nights, he just couldn't sleep at all.

he spent all his time admiring you from afar. the way he'd blush, his heart beat fastening, the gears in his head would just slow down a bit. gosh, he actually felt his heart warm so much it'd burn in his chest.

he wanted you badly.

you were his new source of entertainment, motivation and inspiration all in one and his mind was melting with how needy he started becoming.

"what the f- she's so kind and pretty..."

"i wanna hug her, wanna kiss her, feel her skin on mine, love her, fuck her."

"she can be my little bunny princess~"

"wonder what our babies would look like? i'm getting heated just thinking about it"

it didn't help much when he found out you adored bunnies and would play with them near the spring. fawning over the little fluffy creatures, hugging them and petting them. and when you held them in your arms and give smooches while rubbing your face on their fluffy fur?!?!?

that's where his obsession becomes almost to much to bare, his entire chest area felt so warm watching you treat those bunnies with so much love.

"everything about her is so perfect, i'm starting to crave her like crazy right now."

"wanna whisk her away, take her, lock her up and keep her all to myself."

his mind starts getting clouding with so many dark thoughts of you.

and so, he start pushing boundaries and going outside his comfort zone to appease his little appetite that consist of you. at night, he sneaks in to steal a closer glance at you and probably a few things so he can remember your scent properly.

the whole house was dark, the whole village asleep by the time it was midnight hour. he'd manage to get in somehow somewhere but when he did, he immediately went to your room.

finally. he could smell and touch you as much as he wanted, his mind was actually in ecstasy when he entered your room, your scent gracing his nostrils as soon as he did, and the poor touch starved male couldn't hold back on touching you various parts of your skin.

"how delightful, her skin is so smooth and her hair feels so good, she smells like flowers all over gosh so fucking perfect, i wanna devour her, drink her up, chew her, spit her out and do it all over again" with every slight movement you make and whimper scaping your soft lips, he can't help but hold back his own voice, he wanted to moan just by being around you, it felt so good.

after so long, why wouldn't it feel great?

to be around around someone for once, to feel the heat of another person's body, the sweet scent of someone else other than himself. he'd lay in bed with you, his larger self cuddling your smaller form as smells your hair, trailing his hands all over you.

he was getting ahead of himself.

it takes everything within him to not proceed and do something to you while in your sleep. his morals along with his sanity were drifting away more and more.

time flies by when you're enjoying yourself, before he knew it he had to leave before the sun raises. forcing himself he does but he also takes like 5 things from you.

"promise i'll return your belongings my love, i just need a little souvenir to help myself with."

the poor thing gets sent into an early heat after that little interaction. he's embarrassed a little but he really needs you, like he really does. and he thinks of ways of introducing himself but... he's a monster, you would run from him and be scared. and when that thought comes to mind it makes him... sad.

"if i'd die that day, i'd never meet her, never be able to see her, but now that i'm alive with the help of the moon goddess, i can't even act normal about her. it's like i'm truly doomed."

this realization was tough. it made him sick to think about. and for a while, he was just okay with sneaking in to see you, and holding your unconscious body but he wanted a lot more, and he wanted your acceptance and love. he wanted you to want him the way he wants you.

it hurt even more when he mistakenly glanced in the mirror only to see a 6 feet tall, half human half hybrid bunny with a deadly eerie looking bloody stare, stare right back at him.

the pale moonlight leaking on him, hitting his skin almost making it look silver.

"she'd surely fear me, she'd run."

he's such a beautiful tragedy. would you be able to appreciate that?

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTAIL ME TO CHURCHㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Kurt Wagner x Fem Angel Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be With An Angel Darling?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Kurt saw you for the first time during a mission with the X-Men. You descended from sky like a gothic renaissance painting—glowing, regal, beautiful. Your voice rang out like a celestial choir that also wanted him dead. The moment your six cute, fluttering winged eyes turned toward him in horror, he was smitten.

You called him “demon spawn” with such elegance, he actually got flustered.

“Thou reek of sulfur and failure.”

“Thank you—wait, what?”

He tried to introduce himself and offer a hand. You floated over it. Not past it. Over it. Like his existence was something sticky you didn’t want to step in.

He 100% thinks he’s in love.

Logan says he’s into being insulted.

You say he’s “a furry manifestation of God’s worst joke.”

He tells people you’re just shy.

Your floating eyes adore him. They blink sweetly when he’s around, chirp like pigeons, and one of them even gave him a flower once. You hate that. You punish them by making them watch sermons.

Kurt talks to them like they’re cats.

“Hallo, kleiner augenfreunde! Did she tell you about me? No? She never stops talking about me—of course she did!”

You’re the opposite of what people expect an angel to be. You’re a narcissist with zero patience, a superiority complex the size of the sun, and no internal monologue.

You insist you loathe Kurt. Disgusting little demon.

But every time he prays, you mysteriously appear to scold him for “appropriating sacred rituals.”

Girl, why were you watching him pray?

This man’s main character flaw is blind optimism. You spit on his face (literally), and he’ll say, “She’s warming up to me.” You explode a building because he touched your wing, and he’ll smile through the blood.

“She said I was a disgrace. That’s two steps up from unholy vermin!”

Everyone else is watching this like a horror rom-com trainwreck.

You know everything about him. His birth year. His favorite food. The exact softness of his tail.

You dream about strangling him. Or marrying him. Or both.

You followed him to confession once and stood behind the priest, breathing dramatically. He nearly cried.

Your inner monologue: Stupid fuzzy rat. If he smiles at me again I swear to God I will decapitate him in my dreams and also braid his hair and also kiss him once and then kill him again.

Kurt is unwavering. You try to push him off a building? Teleports back.

You insult his tail? Offers to let you touch it.

You call him "an eldritch wet cat in spandex"? He blushes.

Eventually, you start talking to him without barbs. Just a little. One of your eyes starts hovering around him even when you’re not there. You start appearing to protect him, but only under the guise of “killing him later.”

“Touch him, and I’ll annihilate your bloodline. He’s mine to destroy.”

Kurt: beaming “She cares.”

He once walks in on you lecturing a broken mirror for reflecting you “incorrectly.” You’re in a silk robe, surrounded by fire.

He shrugs and offers you tea.

You start screaming about how tea is beneath you. He hands you your favorite kind. You stare.

You drink it.

Your floating eyes blink rapidly.

You’ve never sneezed in front of anyone. Because angels don’t sneeze. You told everyone this. Loudly. Often. But one day during a mission briefing, something in the dusty abandoned chapel hits your nose wrong and—

You let out the most pathetic, high-pitched “chu!”

And then immediately disintegrate a pew from embarrassment.

Kurt, blinking: “Gesundheit?”

You, glowing with shame: “I will erase this moment from your mind and soul, you putrid blue salamander.”

The floating eyes start circling him apologetically.

He still thinks about that sneeze at night. It was adorable.

One day He gives you a gift. Wrapped in silver paper, tied with a ribbon that matches your hair.

Inside: a custom eye mask. Six of them. Tiny. Embroidered with golden wings.

“For your augenfreunde. So they may sleep better, ja?”

You go feral. Shouting, flying ten feet in the air, glowing bright enough to cause minor sunburns. You accuse him of mocking your “divine protectors.”

He nods solemnly. “Of course. I will humbly accept any punishment you deem worthy.”

You glare at him.

You take the masks.

You tell him they’re “being incinerated.”

You lie.

That night, the little eyes float in a circle, sleeping peacefully in their tiny angeli masks.

Once during combat, your hair gets scorched. Not completely—but enough to reveal one eye. You freeze. Everyone freezes.

You’re panting, hurt, vulnerable.

Kurt immediately teleports in front of you, covering your face with his own tattered cloak.

���You are beautiful,” he whispers, reverent, not even trying to hide the awe.

You slap him.

You scream.

You kick him so hard he crashes into a tree and apologizes for being in your presence.

You vanish for three weeks.

When you return, your hair is longer.

Your eyes flutter around Kurt like shy children.

You still call him a disgrace, but now your voice wavers.

The first time you touch him you were injured. Bleeding golden-blue ichor that shimmers like mercury. You insist you’re fine.

You start to collapse.

He catches you.

You slap his chest. “Unhand me, heretic!”

But you don’t teleport away. You don’t fly off.

You just… sit there. On his lap trembling.

He whispers a prayer.

You roll your eyes so hard one of your floating ones spins in the air.

But your hand?

It grips his tail gently.

And when he flinches, thinking you’ll bite it off?

You curl your fingers around it and squeeze.

“Disgusting appendage… warm.”

He nearly passes out.

You eventually let him hold your hand. Only because you were “cold.”

You get jealous when he flirts with anyone else—even if you were trying to murder him that morning.

And even though you still call him a demon in public, at night you whisper prayers of confusion to whatever god cursed you with affection for that thing.

Maenwhile, Kurt thanks God daily for letting him fall in love with a celestial nightmare in heels.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[munefille]

yandere!eldritch horror moves into the apartment next door and you're not okay with it.

He's an absolutely terrible neighbor. You see people enter his apartment every night, but you never see them leave the morning after. Must be drunk hookups, right? You don't know, and you don't care, but there are weird nightly noises coming from his place, and his face is a strange dark blur that you have trouble picturing, and you swear there's a sour smell wafting out from under his door.

Every time you try to talk to him about keeping it down or getting rid of that God awful stench, you're suddenly afflicted with a piercing headache... ugh, what were you even going to say again? You can't remember, but the way he's looking at you with wide blue... no, brown eyes and a grin stretched sickeningly far makes you think you should leave it.

While you’re busy figuring out how to get him evicted, the abomination dwelling on the other side of your paper thin walls gets the idea that you're trying to ask him out.

You approach him so often, you must like him, right? He's giddy just imagining it. Yeah, you come up to him with a grimace, but then you catch his eye and a forced smile takes its place. You haven't asked him to be yours yet because you're shy (he understands humans so well!).

No worries! He doesn't have an issue initiating. The meat sack he wears may not be the most convincing (he's inexperienced, just recently escaped into human society), but you'll be impressed by his real form for sure. All of the members of his old cult praised him for it, after all.

Many eyes to watch you with. Many limbs to touch you with. Many teeth to devour the flesh of your enemies with. What more could you possibly want?

Back then the cultists were so enamored with the lumbering heap of distorted skin and bone he possessed, feeding his ravenous hunger until he was quelled. He hated what he was to them, hated what they made him into. They search for their missing idol, but he makes sure they never make it back to utter a word of his new identity.

He moved in after leaving the cult that created him, quickly coming up with a flimsy human adjacent shell to not raise suspicion. Having mind altering abilities also comes in handy, too- no one but you seems to pay any mind to his existence in your run down complex.

Now that he has you, nothing will ever drag him back to their clutches. Being treated like an otherworldly god has nothing on the way you make him feel when you ask what the hell is rotting in his apartment ♡

[yandere-sins]

Monstober 2024

Monster-Enthusiasts, Monster-Lovers, and Monster-Fucker, I call upon thee! This upcoming October is going to be spooky!

It's time for a whole month of delicious monster content! Whether you want them to stalk, to hunt, or to devour your little protagonists (mind you, the monsters are the real protagonists of the story, hehe), I want to see a month dedicated to the beauty of the Ugly and Horrible! All things monster are welcome—art, writing, any kind of showcasing a monster! No matter how cruel or how obscene you like it—now's the time to show it off! ♥

I have prepared a list of monsters & prompts for your guidance, however, if you'd rather do a different monster or a different prompt, that is totally fine! If you prefer to stay private and not have your post reblogged to this blog, that is totally alright, too! This is merely for fun and giggles, and I welcome everyone who wants to challenge themselves this upcoming October to use this list if they want!

How to participate in my Monstober:

- Starting October 1st create something with the monster or prompt of the day! That is all you have to do.

You don't have to do all days or even in chronological order. Feel free to alter the prompts as needed. Your monsters do not have to match the usual descriptions of their kind! Post whenever and whatever you like as long as it is still connected to monsters!

- If you want your entry to be reblogged: @ me yandere-sins in your post, don't forget to put content warnings if any apply (especially Violence & Sexual Content—however, those are very welcome!), and put long texts (once they reach 3k words) under a read more! I'll reblog the posts as soon as I see and have the time to get to them!

Prompts

Day 1: Chimera | Mixed // Misunderstood // Insanity

Day 2: Werewolf/Werecat | Full Moon // Claws // Beastly

Day 3: Alien | Otherworldly // Uncanny Valley // Space

Day 4: Harpy | Cliff // Flying // Illusion

Day 5: Nymph/Dryad/Leshy | Plants // Playful // Nature's Bounty

Day 6: Naga/Lamia | Scales // Wrapping around // Poisonous

Day 7: Sphinx | Riddles // Sand // Giant

Day 8: Merfolk | Water // Singing // Alluring

Day 9: Folklore Creatures | Cautionary Tales // Truth // Naivity

Day 10: Mimic | Treasures // Hungry // Wrong

Day 11: Yuki-onna/Snow Spirit | Snowstorm // Promise // Guiding

Day 12: Witch/Wizard/Magician | Magic // Spells // Towers

Day 13: Shifter | True Form // Unbelievable // Transformation

Day 14: Minotaur | Labyrinth // Bannished // Following

Day 15: Eldritch Horror | Eldritch // Imprisoned // Tentacles

Day 16: "Church" Grim | Graveyard // Protecting // Spirit

Day 17: Dragon | Fire // Hoarding // Fairytale

Day 18: Kitsune | Tricked // Tails // Mystical

Day 19: Elf | Warrior // Swift // Merciless

Day 20: Goblin/Orc/Troll/Oni | Hordes // Village // Brutish

Day 21: Kelpie | Deception // Following // Stuck

Day 22: Skeleton/Zombie | Undead // Loved // Grave

Day 23: Angel | Feathers // Guardian // Watching

Day 24: Ghost | Shadows // Invisible // Coldness

Day 25: Vampire | Blood // Biting // Night

Day 26: Fae Folk | Lost // Fairy Circles // Names

Day 27: Drider | Silk // Cave // Ensnared

Day 28: Demon | Summoning // Contract // Otherworldly

Day 29: Gods | Reign // Glow // Worshipping

Day 30: Human | Real Monsters // Dangerous // Smile

Day 31: Free Choice of your favorite monster or a completely new one!

I look forward to all the monstrous ideas you'll come up with! ♥

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

Yandere Eldritch god

and a Priest

what could go wrong ...?

((just wanted to doodle the plot bunnies and idea hoppers

YES, IF YOU HAVENT GUESSED IT YET, IT'S RC!ABI AS AN ELDRITCH GOD COZ Y NOT. HAHAHAHHAAHHA))

[ozzgin]

You stare at the last letter you received from your husband. It's been months since then, and you've been unable to reach him. Filled with dread and nightmarish visions, you embark on a journey to retrace his steps, hoping to discover what happened to him.

All the clues lead you to a desolate island that won't be named by the locals. Through whispers and forbidden books, you've learned that the small, mysterious land is a dwelling place for cultists and cursed rituals. The foggy hills are spattered with statues depicting a God you've never seen before, a monstrous entanglement of tentacles and blight.

Despite the horrors, you persist in your ardent search. You've got to find your husband, your beloved, your dearest. From the depths of the Earth, a pair of all-knowing eyes observes your struggle. Fascinating, this dedication of yours. Where does it come from? What causes it? No worshipper who stood before Him ever displayed such raw, unadulterated faith within their soul.

Curiosity turns into envy, maddening jealousy rotting away at his being. He begins to find your loyalty a staunchly nonsensical display. A mere human is undeserving of such adoration. Something must be done about it.

It should be him you want so desperately.

[mellowwillowy]

CW: mention of parasite

Listen, chopping your beloved yandere eldritch god's tentacles for dinner because he allowed you to. The idea of you eating him literally and not metaphorically certainly made him perk up. The thing is that the tentacles were not fried or anything, it's raw and still moving so imagine how hard it was for you to eat them because each of them has its own ego.

They literally suckled your lips, skin, or anything they could feel. And when you managed to fit one inside your mouth, it felt like a French kiss (wrestle) against the tentacle, trying to bite and munch them while they wrapped themselves around your tongue.

Congratulations, you had either munched them till dust or swallowed them. Definitely shouldn't have swallowed them because you now have his parasite inside you. More way to control you for sure. The old god is most definitely amused by the whole show and was either praising or berating the tentacles for its ego. (he’s a bit jealous of his tentacles you see…)

[cookies-after-dark]

BRO AND W/ THE BEAST SOUNDS

i think they have?? multiple grows?? stay with me now-

there's growls that are mildly threatening, smth small that are used as a warning (think of like,, animals getting nipped during play and they get annoyed; it's a sort of growl that says "hey i didn't like that")

AND THEN there's the growls that are actually threatening, like they're wildly pissed off, and in my head they sound eldritch, like something you would never hear on earthbread, something that awakens primal fear in cookies (altho all growls sound different, they cause the same effect)

i can imagine w/ all the beasts in yandere contexts (altho smilk is always on my mind), when their darling escapes that growl leaves them and the jam (?) of everyone around gets cold. or they catch their darling mid-escape attempt and growl like that, to scare the darling out of ever trying that again (picture smilk growling like that while his darling is almost out of the spire, the darling freezes, and he picks them up by the scruff and drags them back to his bedroom *ahem, nest*, no words needed; as a side note, i think the darling would never expect a sound like that to leave smilk, which is even more terrifying and they remember that truly, at the end of the day, they're dealing w/ an eldritch god)

eldritch beasts my beloveds

additional tags: yanderes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, kidnapping, isolation, predator/prey dynamics, possessiveness

ships: yan!burning spice cookie x reader, yan!mystic flour cookie x reader, yan!shadow milk cookie x reader

The very very few (two) mutuals from my mains/discord that I allow to see this blog will read this and look at me like 😒 because projecting animal linguistics and animal behaviors/socialization onto animal-like characters are like, the only things I ever talk about.

I cannot imagine in any universe that any Beast (that have so far been released) other than Shadow Milknwould ever he angry that you escaped, even the yabdwre versions. Burning Spice Cookie delights in having another chance to hunt you down like a prized buck, and Mystic Flour Cookie is so emotionally balanced and capable that any feelings or urgency or dissatisfaction can be tempered before she brings you back herself.

Burning Spice Cookie, upon seeing your nest empty and your scent stale, would growl in excitement. He'd climb atop the highest ledge and let out a loud bellow; not of rage but a rallying call, a mighty sound that carries for miles. Whereever you may be, it's most likely you hear it, and so does any other spice warrior in the vicnity. Burning Spice Cookie wants to let everyone in his territory know that the hunt is on.

Mystic Flour Cookie is mostly unpreturbed by your escape, she knows you won't be gone for long. Her vocalizations are mostly saved for you anyway; so the most you'll hear is a chuff or a deep sigh as soon as she curls your arms around you to take you home.

Even as yanderes, those two are pretty "well adjusted", for Beasts anyway, that they won't immediately fly off the rail in anger if they find you missing. Surprisingly, yandere Burning Spice Cookie is slower to anger than yandere Shadow Milk Cookie for several reasons (BS isn't nearly as insecure, for one very important reason).

Shadow Milk Cookie, though? It would be a straight up lie to say that Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't enjoy scaring the wits out of you when you step out of line. Either through his illusions or his straight up Eldritch Call that basically says "You little annoying gnat, stop right where you are." in unholy monster language. But make no mistake, it pisses him off when he has to go fetch you again.

He's possessive in a way that feels more personal and targeted than even Burning Spice Cookie, and he's unrelenting in a way that feels more restricting than Mystic Flour Cookie.

Even Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie can't help but back off when they hear Shadow Milk Cookie snarl so dreadfully like that. They don't risk getting in his way to bring you back and discipline you; they know he's got a handle on that.