#eldritch energy

[blackvahana]

eldritch notes, pt1

understanding what eldritch energy means to me. upg disclaimer blah blah dont care

note: not interested in lovecraftian spiritual stuff or anything involving fiction, as much as i do follow a few LC folk for curiosity's sake. dont necessarily believe or disbelieve LC channelled these types of beings into his work, similarities could fully, in my worldview, be coincidence and similarities aren't really deeper than surface level in my opinion, given that everything I've seen could be describing literally any spirits and nature folk through the lens of someone terrified of them as much as he is of fellow humans. Still, what folks call "eldritch" and seem to associate with LC I have found to be intrinsic to my existence, so I'm using the term until I move to va'alasre.

Written while bilocating (in the astral)

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4/2/24

“Eldritch”, yes, but what is it.

Here in the connective substance with Ahi in the outskirts of existence as known on Earth, not alien to humans, but alien to the beings humans call aliens. Alien to alienhood. Sweet-bitter, rain-dry. Last I looked - last I was translatable to human sight - I looked like something akin to a massive, elongated eel colony under a thousand rags of feather-esque drapings like organic paper tags, a siphonophore of shifting eyes with strange, sea-animal irises, undefined pupils if any. Eyes more like canvases than what humans think of them. It would be wrong to call myself “shifting”, too, does a human need to call itself “flowing” because its heart beats blood through it continuously?

But anyone could be this in appearance… No, that’s my first mistake, but not the first thing I’ll talk on. People can be this without having the energy inherent to them to back it up. I let this form come out of me organically, organically farming the seeds dropped in the soil that is my existence without first vetting what they were. What does it mean to be eldritch…

A synonimity of microcosm-macrocosm, the infinitely large and the infinitely small:

I am in amongst stars weaving with Ahi, the Leviathan, double-helix. I am in-between atoms, tiny, like a little tardigrade. Either way, eyes mean nothing physically, it is soul eyes that matter. Either way, I am within every cell of mine - or more so every cell of mine is me. Parasites, they say. No, instances. Tiny little self-perpetuating things. Static on a TV screen, the screen is the body, the static is instances. Cells are just bodies repeated endlessly. When you understand the nature of fractalisation - described in tendrils and non-Euclidean masses - to the point of being it, you open the doorways to… Being it.

Bodies are eyes, therefore eyes are bodies:

”Soul eyes”… Every cell of the body is an instance of intaking. It is a book that is written and erased as it witnesses, it is the point of information, the thing which entertains and educates the consciousness, the atman. Everything is an instant of understanding, everything is eyes. Eyes are useless, therefore we see with things beyond them. When you become greater than the sources of light themselves, the stars, then you need to see in a different way. I see myself in my forest right now, I see myself in my human physical body and all its cells sing with me as eyes. This is, for me, an extension of the Choir, something personal to myself as a sky spirit, but the idea repeats in various languages.

Information is experience:

We know what we know, and we don’t know what we don’t know, and we don’t know what we know, and we know what we don’t know. To experience is to know, which is to be. The border between us and the world is of knowing. To exist in the macrocosmic is to exist in the microcosmic. For the eldritch that means… When I exist in your eye, I exist in your eye, just like I exist between atoms and molecules and microorganisms. I exist in two spaces, the self and the mirror. You are the mirror. An image is an idol, an idol is inhabitable, analogic, a gift from God to be used and seen through. “Static on a TV screen, the screen is the body, the static is instances.” And if you turn the viewpoint from the TV to the viewer, you’ll find the static on the eyes of the viewer. And if you understand how to look, you will know that even if you cannot perceive it, that static is on the retina, and the image is entirely in the viewer’s head. It’s one thing to know, another thing to do. Another thing to know what you do. Another thing entirely to be what you know and do what you be.

Shifting, there and not there. The nature of information as knowing and being. The eldritch is in your eye as much as it is in front of you.

There is illusions: One can easily play with how they’re perceived by the onlooker, they edit and rearrange subjectivity, they play with their informational expression; basically, they edit the words of their book. Instead of “a human male” without illusions, they express themselves with them as “a handsome human male” - or, instead of being “a handsome human male” without illusions, they become “a beautiful human male” with them. Twisting, altering the understanding and digestion of the self in the onlookers.

This? What I’m talking about it something different. This is inhabiting the impression to the point of being it. Thinking now of Nataraja, of course; there is no “Nataraja” separate from “Shiva” except in the act of being the lord of dance, the dance itself, the imprint of six (plus one) Cosmic Laws on the expression, the knowledge of influence equating in complex mathematical forms the outcome. He becomes Nataraja as the Black Hole and its singing and its dancing, he dances through what he makes dance, he is the dance.

One may exist in the past, the present. One may exist in the future. One must understand not just the act of being all three places, but the act of getting them there in such a way not of embodying one’s actions, but embodying the act as a fourth space, the action as a body.

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To talk on some other time:

The severity and imperativeness of the act of understanding-being, not just understanding, not just being

Why I'm wrong to say "anyone could be this in appearance" in terms of presuming anyone can front in an "eldritch appearance", why it's more difficult than that statement suggests

Madness, why it occurs (the key: understanding-being)

Synonymity of Ocean and depths of space

Siphonophore

Gravitation to eyes and tentacles as a specific breed of the concept, a specific language

Consumption as possession and extending the self.

Idk ill think of it when i feel like it

[eldritchist]

Hello. I'm the eldritchist.

I suppose I'm an eldritch polytheist? I mostly work with and worship one particular deity but have had interactions with others as well ("Hastur, quit randomly stalking me" challenge). I do not view this pantheon as "pop culture".

I practice magick and at this moment, I am focused on trying a lot of stuff and seeing what happens.

I do divination and maybe someday, I will give out free readings. It depends.

I'm kinda voidy so that does influence some aspects when it comes to energy and magick and such.

I'm looking for more people to follow. Those who do energy work with nontraditional focuses, magick practitioners of all kinds and those who work with and/or worship eldritch deities (I do accept pop culture pagans but as I mentioned above: that is not my paradigm so keep that bit in mind).

I may/will likely follow back as @theseradiationblues

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 192

Danny feels exhausted. His stupid ghost-puberty is annoying, and is affecting even his human form. Which wouldn’t be that bad, except for the fact that instead of having a simple elemental or obsession core, he happens to have a Space one. Technically the Space Core seeing as apparently he’s the newborn Ancient of Space. Or something. 

Urgh, he just wants to get some food from the dollar store down the street, not deal with whatever attempted mugging this is. He’s hangry, and just wants to get some food and curl back up in his mass of blankets back in his tiny apartment. 

So maybe he overreacted. He might have released his very careful hold on his less-than human traits that have been attempting to leak through the last several weeks. On the bright side, he, uh, isn’t hungry anymore and is now back in his nest of blankets. 

On the other hand, there is now a vigilante in his window. 

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny makes a nest

So Danny was visiting Dani in the ghost zone and they both get sucked through a portal and into another universe

At first, they look around searching for another natural portal but can't find one, (Fenton luck again)

After some trial by fire they figure out if they save up enough energy they can combine their ability and make a portal themselves

But like I said, they need energy for that lots of energy

So they build a nest, which helps store energy, and helps them rest and since this universe has a fair amount of ambient ectoplasm if they make the nest out of things that have ambient ectoplasm it can cut the time in half!

So dani and Danny start building their nest

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And JL are facing a problem

2 creatures are taking artifacts and spellbooks

They swoop in, take what they want and leave, they've tried stopping them but the creatures just ignore them

They are not often seen together but Constantine said they're very similar in structure and magic that they must be related

The odd part is they don't hurt anyone

They don't attack the JL members that try and stop them, they don't go after civilians and they only go after artifacts that contain death magic

The JL don't know what to make of it

Though they might have to up this on the priority list because when Bruce got home, Talia Al Ghul was their and the first thing she said was

"some creature took the lazerous pit"

[minminbunny]

Eldritch AU - Tentacle Monster! Han Jisung/Gender Neutral! Reader

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You lay on your tummy, watching the latest show, "Tentacles don't look that perfect," you grumbled, staring at the media. You sighed, rolling on your back, "Oh the dream to be pounded by an eldritch monster," you said, feeling yourself get riled up. You gulped, scrolling through your phone for material, "Hot but questionable," you muttered, clicking the sounding tag. You pulled up your shirt, biting the hem between your teeth. Your hands trailed down your chest, "Mhm," you moaned, tugging your puffy nipples. You pressed your thighs together, aching for any type of friction.

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You exhaled a shaky breath and kicked off your shorts, "Shit, I didn't put down a towel," you grumbled, seeing the messy slick between your fingers. You traced your hole, "Fuck," you whimpered, pumping a finger in and out of your needy hole. You moaned, stretching your hole apart just to reach those sensitive bundle of nerves, "Can't reach," you whined, pressing till your knuckles were envolped but you still couldn't graze it. "I should've bought a damn dildo," you sulked, feeling utterly unsatisfied when a pair of shadow tendril spread your legs apart, "What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to kick them of but they trail further up your legs.

You gulped, "Do I actually want to be a monsterfucker?" you questioned when you heard an audible chuckle. "Funny little thing aren't you?" it asked, teasing your tight hole. You whined when a tendril eased itself into your hot ribbed hole. The monster smirked, "Looking for a name to moan? Just call me Jisung," he said, thrusting at a languid pace. You arched your back, "What are you?" you mewled, clenching around the tendril. Jisung hummed, "I have many names. Many you don't need to know. Just tell me, are you feeling good? I don't like depending on your bodily contractions. Say with your own words," he said, enlarging the tendril buried within your hole.

You groaned, exhaling deeply, "Like it. I really do. Please ruin me? Please make me only crave you?" you pleaded, rocking your hips back. Jisung chuckled, easing another tendril into your gaping hole, "Let me hear you scream," he smirked, thrusting at a merciless pace. You cried out, body trembling from the inhuman pace, "Hah, ah, ahh!" you wailed, clawing the sheets as you thrashed. Jisung held you down and thrust his tentacles harder, "That's it little one, I can feel up your little tummy," he chuckled, latching around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeaked, sobbing out, "Fuck, hah, ah," you whimpered. Jisung hummed, "Was that an orgasm? Could you cum harder?" he asked, knowing fully well you can't answer.

You babbled, broken sobs spilling past your lips. Jisung cooed, noticing the glimpse of your phone, "Sounding hm? We can try," he said, his voice echoing within your ears. Jisung slithered a thin tendril, the tip grazing the opening of your urethra. You choked up, "Gently," you said, barely coherent. Jisung nodded, "Of course," he said, easing the tendril into the tiny slit. You screamed, mind melting from the pressure building in your lower hand. Your head felt heavy and cloudy. Jisung thrust within slowly and carefully, "All plugged up," he chuckled, feeling the tip of his tendril touch the inside of your bladder. You could barely lift your limbs, pleasure holding you down. Jisung cooed, "So pliant. Sleep now, little doll. When you wake up, I'll make sure you're satisfied," he whispered, coaxing you deeper and deeper into the familiar mind fog.

[daddyhoothoot]

I hope we get more eldritch Stolas in the future

[schnuckiputz]

it takes a while, but one day, after the kids have graduated, eddie and steve pack their most precious things into eddie's van, and they leave. for months, they just drive from city to city, from state to state, go wherever it takes their fancy. until they find a little town surrounded by age-old trees and mountains, with unpredictable weather and more rain and fog than sunshine. but the pacific ocean isn't far, and if they leave early in the day, they can spend a few hours in san francisco's queer neighborhoods.

the town has a little old diner that's a bit run down but has good bones. so, steve and eddie combine their powers: steve knows how to take care of customers, has one of his nonnas old books with delicious cake recipes, and knows how to use it. eddie is a god in the kitchen and knows how to make money stretch. they are both charming, so pretty soon they have a few regulars and a steady stream of patrons.

included, are a group of high schoolers. and neither eddie nor steve know what happened to these kids, but they recognize the looks in their eyes. and they just can't help themselves, both like taking care of people a little bit too much, so they basically adopt this group of little ducklings, offer their time and ears in the hope of making the lives of these kids a little easier.

but the longer they stay, the more the town starts to feel a little...strange. there is something unsettling about the way the woods creak at night, how the shadows stretch at night. sometimes, after locking up the diner, steve lingers by the stairs that go up to their apartment and stares into the woods, and he knows something is looking back.

it comes to head a few months later. the ducklings stayed late at the diner, late enough that it's just them, when the thing that kept its eyes on steve steps out of the forest. for a second, everyone just stills before the kids spring into action. trying to barricade the diner doors.

steve and edddie share a resigned look, a touch, then separate. eddie goes for the high proof alcohol they keep in the kitchen, making molotov cocktails. steve gets the bat from under the counter. it's not the original, but mark ii is sturdier, a little bit deadlier. he tests his swing once, twice, then steps into the way of the first thing the crashes through a window and bats it right back out.

afterward, the diner is a burnt out shell, but everyone is alive. the kids are a little worse for wear, but steve knows this was probably not their first or second rodeo. steve and eddie keep the kids in sight but step around the van a little for some light thank-fuck-we-survived pda.

that's when a bunch of government cars arrive and out steps none other than owens. owens prioritizes the kids at first before movement catches his eyes. he stops, stares and then makes the kids loose their minds when he greets steve and eddie by name.

steve just pinches his nose and sighs. they should have known.

[chthonic-eldritch-terror]

Sometimes I need to take a long walk in the park with my best friend and contemplate the beauty of the world. See some forests, smell the daisies, paddle in a river, discover the old ones, and have a nice time

[autisticlalna]

ive found a favorite skyblock kingdoms player to draw and its trog

[shitpostingkats]

You guys have no idea how badly I need Aguefort x Lapin to be canon. Not only do we need more Lapin content, not only is it incredibly funny for Arthur Aguefort to have multiple magical animal paramours across time and space, I need Fig and Ayda to bond over their parent's utterly insane polycules. I need Ayda to stiffly introduce Lapin as her step-father. I need him hanging out at the Compass Points and awkwardly trying to bond with his boyfriend's daughter because Aguefort may be barred from having any contact with Ayda but his hookup from another timeline isn't. I need Lapin to transfer all of his honed sinister advisor skills and experience as a babysitter of willfull princesses to being a Weird Uncle. I need Fig and Aydas' "Yeah my estranged dad showed up again in my life and now I have a weird stepdad as well" emotional bonding and discussion. I need for at their wedding the first row of seats is entirely taken up by all five Fathers Of The Bride.

[jujuflakes]

Ohhhh boy. I have come with (yet another) Eldritch!Lucifer concept design. It will happen again. Ksnsbef

Inspiration taken from omori/madoka/genshin.

I have so many biblically accurate designs in the drafts bc I just. cannot see Luci with one definite look. Hence the hc that the closer his appearance is to his 'true' form, the more unstable it becomes. my baby would drive quantum physicists mad.

[i-eat-deodorant]

hi welcome to my twisted mind where i redesign your favourite characters until they're unrecogniseable from canon

[luna-mad-talks]

Eliatropes as Angels AU

That's it. That's the post

[loadinghellsing]

Here's the true question to decide Vlad's height; how would Anderson react to Vlad being shorter/taller then Alucard?

mmm... about the same. Crushing hard, extremely flustered by everything Vlad does, and channeling all of that into annoyance.

Only diffrence is, shorter vlad would cause "cute" to be the first word to come to mind, and taller vlad would be "hot".

Alas those words are one in the same to his catholic guilt 😔

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now... here's why I usually draw Vlad taller...

...because of fucking course he would.

[daddyhoothoot]

Thought the transition from his eldritch form was funny in this scene

[llondonfog]

half the time i'm torn between this is my blog!! i write what i want!! and rocking in a corner wondering if the concept is too dark and out there to be well-received by the three dears who read them :'))