Eldritch mga kuwento

Have you ever wanted to make your local eldritch beings guffaw, but you simply can't understand their humor or even half the things they're saying? Well, look no further, up-and-coming comedian (or comedienne,) for this book was made to expand your repertoire to truly insane and incomprehensible heights!

Eldritch boi thinks and learns about hoomans

Vix, a powerful being who was caught up in an unfortunate accident,who has killed many people and will not hesitate to kill more, didn't expect to find a small girl in an alley during a snowstorm. He also didn't expect to grow quite attached to the small girl, and end up taking her in. I guess some things don't turn out the way you'd expect them to. (hi, me here! Honestly, this *was* originally going to be a The Magnus Archives thing, i had an idea and everything, BUT i'm not sure if im going to do that here! I may, I may not, only time will tell!)

Did I take too long, my prince? ❁ ─── A young witch's guide to power and passion. Half eldritch horror, half love story. HARRY POTTER © ruinology-

Rhys is a quiet businessman. Goes about his day, doesn't bother anyone he doesn't need to. Only really ever does anything when The Higher Ups want him to. The Higher Ups don't ever meet Rhys in person, as they have a very busy schedule. Also, they cannot simplify their forms to the third dimension. And yet they have jobs that need doing, and Rhys needs something to work for. Just keep your head down and get to work. You'll have microwaved pizza for dinner again, but you can rest easy knowing you are doing your part as the cog in the eldritch machine.

𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 . 『 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟 𝔻𝕠𝕖 𝕩 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 』 ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ [TW: Some mild violence and intimate moments, nothing too intense] ♡ ♥ [Disclaimer: Cover art does not belong to me, all credit goes to Otori-Gin. Be sure to check out more of their art on Newgrounds and Twitter ^^] ♥ ♡ This story is cross-posted on Quotev and AO3 ♡

He had finally done it... After for so long that he had been trapped in Subspace for quite possibly millennium, Tabuu had finally done it... He had escaped from Subspace after for so long of constantly staring in all life without doing anything to interact with them at all... However, he finally faces a new problem... And that includes on why this 'monkeys' are attacking him and why are they calling him 'Spirits'? Are these the beings that he had heard of that were successful in escaping from Subspace? Regardless of that fact, Tabuu will defy everything if it means that he will forever be free... Not these 'monkeys'... Not these 'Spirits'... Not anyone at all...

When Cailen was very young he heard a voice from the stars that would change his life forever. Now his world is under attack and Cailen must decide what sacrifices he is willing to make and what bargains he is willing to take to save that which he cares about most. But will he truly free the world from the threat that terrorizes it? Or will he only condemn it to something far more insidious? (Updates Thursdays) -------- Totally Real Reviews Left by Readers: ★★★★★ "The titles were not what I was expecting." - A Reader ★★★★★ "It's very gay. And I mean that in the homosexual way." - A Fan of the Author

[Medieval · Magic · Deep Sea · Cthulhu] Cain serves as the lowest-ranking monk in the Church, yet he possesses an astonishing magical talent. Nevertheless, he willingly remains a lowly monk, day after day, year after year... Even though the Church bestows blessings upon the land-allowing fishing boats to break through the ice, keeping food eternally fresh, or melting glaciers... all of this comes at a price. Everything requires nothing more than devout prayers to the Church, plus just a tiny bit of talent...? That is, until the stone tablet is unearthed. What truly lies behind the Church? And is the Eternal Winter really eternal winter?

Sleep. A made up god. Primordial deity that he dreamt up promising him glory and fame in exchange for his utmost devotion. It was supposed to be just a metaphor. A gimmick. A concept he can hide behind or the sieve to prevent the chunks of himself he doesnt want to share to slip through. So why oh why? Is one of their nicest roadie, their precious friend... naked, straddling his lap with runes they made up all over her body, "Oh my dearest V̏̅es̙͈̃se̝l͟͠.." A sharp salacious grin that looks off in her once soft face. Black out eyes staring at his soul like its a lost belonging found "Mate.. What. the. fuck." ᛑᛗᛛ An enigmatic band. An uncanny girl. One tour. Cryptic shenanigans afoot. Romance is a dead dove she cant eat apparently. ⦯⃦̩∩⃥̸⃡⦮⃦̩ ᛑᛗᛛ ⦯⃦̩∩⃥̸⃡⦮⃦̩ Sleep Token x Possessed!OC

Dungover is a small, quiet village in rural Ireland. A place where everyone knows everyone, where life moves slowly, and where little ever changes. Mary Jane Seymour lives there with her husband, in a careful, fragile routine. She longs for a child, for meaning, for something to finally take root in her life. But the village offers few answers, and fewer futures. When a new doctor settles into the long-abandoned house next door, the community welcomes him with relief and gratitude. At last, there is medical care again. At last, help. Slowly, things begin to change. Old wounds heal. Desires awaken. Bodies grow stronger, stranger, more fertile. What first feels like renewal soon reveals another side. Beneath the calm surface of Dungover, something ancient stirs. Something generous. Something hungry. As the village transforms, Mary Jane begins to suspect that the cure may be worse than the illness-and that some gifts come at a high cost. The Black Goat Tonic is a novel of quiet dread and creeping corruption, where faith, family, and the human body become gateways to something vast, inhuman, and impossibly patient.

Just a collection of prompt fills from the kink meme. I'll put the links and prompts in the chapters. Also, I'm not really a shipper, so pretty much all the character interactions in here will be platonic unless you want to interpret it otherwise.

!!! DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A FIRST DRAFT !!! AIITBS is a story inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, starting in Boston Massachusetts in the year 1934. It starrs young scholar and occultist Nathaniel Butler, of the obscenely wealthy Butler family, who's dealings in magic and alchemy force him into misadventures of the certainly eldritch variety. This story is quite a ways from being finished but I already have an ending in mind, so I am confident that it will be in time. Please be patient and I hope you have fun while reading! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Yours truly, Creaturefromtheattic

slightly inspired by: attack on titan, blame!, knights of sidonia, and arpeggio of blue steel -ars nova- In the grim future, the whole world joined forces to exterminate the inhabitants of Philippines. A group of liberators, Philippines' new hope, attempts to save their own countrymen/women from extinction -- fending against enemies from other countries, kaijus that resembles ww1-2 era warships, extraterrestrials, and rogue artificial humans who betrayed the humanity. How long they can survive?

Hetalia x Monument Mythos crossover. Some divergence from canon When the Nixonverse is fictionalized, the damage is done. The manticore is gone. The only way to stabilize the timeline is to merge with another dimension. And what better dimension than one with personifications? America has always had a feeling he was different from other countries. Did other countries get thrown in a Giza glass box when they spoke out? Nope, just Alfred. Now he seeks answers to what really lives within his monuments. But how do you learn that there is an eldritch monster inside you? How do you cope with the result of your pyramid invention? How do you live with a gestalt of 17 soldiers who perceive lucky charms as a threat? (Comments and specific feedback are appreciated!) All credit goes to Hidekaze Himaruya and Alex Canasas

"So this how it is now?" "Pretty much, do you hate me for doing so?" "No, this was done because of curiosity." "In summary? Yes." "Then I see no reason to hate just surprise." "You'll get use to it, but welcome to the club."

In a room full of future concubines, an old god awakens at the cry of "Please give us chocolates!" To ensure good luck in their life, all the heads of the Anzuhito family need a jewel by their side. Kidnapped, beautiful, and young enough to be gullible, eight toddler boys are educated in the Old House of Flowers. Only one of them will be chosen, the rest bound to disappear without a trace at the age of eighteen. In the midst of their grim future, innocence is all they have left, but not for long. Yet, when the Ancient One uncovers the truth behind the place, saving the little souls becomes a priority. And the only thing separating It from the goal, is an army of servants whose lack of scrupulousness matches its own. This is not my first language, so please spare me. Cover by @aantoiigness

And we have heard, now, the Horns resounding again, and the kingdom of old is opened anew.

"Reach deep into your mind and find it, grasp that which makes you whole...Thought made material..."

A psychological cosmic horror novella that blurs the line between a brutal reality and a ritualistic nightmare. It follows a protagonist trapped in a shifting, hallucinogenic void where ancient entities and physical trauma collide, leaving them to question if waking up is an escape or just the beginning of a much larger, darker design.