Many and varied are the twisty and strange paths down which Cthulhu’s tentacles wind, to fondle our dreams and turn them to starkest guilt-inducing nightmare. Behold the nine-limbed offspring of an unhallowed union between the many-tentacled one and a wandering, and apparently beer-goggled, Octopus vulgaris.
Remember, if a starfish has a coyote morning, iz not so bad ackshuly. Pity the octopussy chosen by Great Cthulhu.
From Pink Tentacle, via Neatorama. Hey, doesn’t Pink Tentacle sound like a Cthulhu pornsite?
Pink tentacle — that’s good. Packed with a plethora of throbbing protrusions and appendages, I trust.
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I think it’s a good thing they got this before it developed into full-blown Cthulhoid. A narrow, tasty escape.
Finally! She loves me!
I didn’t recognize you: you’ve lost weight!