#eldritch oc

[vreskah]

I posted on tik tok, but I did the OC challenge and stuff

[weirdtimes]

Who's ready for an adventure?

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Imagine being sacrificed to be eaten by some giant eldritch monster by your village due to being human and him just deciding you'll be the mother to his half breed babies and gently picking you up while carrying your face infront of the village who sacrificed you and the mosnter treating you as if you were glass and assuring how good of a dad he'll be

Yay more eldritch beasts! ^_^'

Eldritch beast (Castor) x female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

W: sfw monster fluff, some breeding talk

“Hurry up!” the mayor of your town snarled as he dragged you behind him. 

“Please! Please don’t do this!” you howled as the sacrificial altar that had been newly built at the base of the mountain came into view. 

You tugged and pulled, trying to get away, but your hands were tied and they’d thrown a loop of rope around your neck, choking you whenever you pulled too hard. 

“Stop sniveling, (Y/N),” he snapped, “you’re a hero! Show some pride! Your sacrifice will bring prosperity to the village. We’ll raise a statue in your honor!” 

You didn’t want a statue, you wanted to go home and for your town to stop all this nonsense. Since they’d had a bad year, the crops failing and winter coming far sooner than they expected, somehow they’d gotten it into their heads that a sacrifice to the mountain spirit would bring them good fortune. Of course, you knew it was all superstition, but the rest of the town agreed with the mayor. Being the only dissenter at the meeting they’d held to announce their plan, you were chosen to be the sacrifice. 

Tears leaked down your cheeks as you were tightly strapped to the stone altar while the rest of your town gathered around to watch. 

The mayor cleared his throat and stood in front of you facing the mountain. 

“Oh great mountain spirit we come to you with this humble offering! We see the error of our ways and present to you the fairest maiden from our village as penance for our mistakes! We honor you with this gift of flesh…” 

His speech went on and on, full of apologies, lies, and pleas for a good harvest.

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Castor’s ears perked as he made his way through the woods on his usual hunting route. He hardly paid attention to the village at the base of his mountain, humans were annoying and noisy so he avoided them at all costs, but this time there was an odd scent on the wind. It was a sweet scent. A scent he quite liked. He crept down the mountain on his many thick tentacles and peered through the trees to find an odd sight. 

The townspeople were all assembled at some strange stone table they’d erected. His eyes focused on you, strapped to the table, while a man stood over you squawking about something or another. He blinked at you, examining you from afar with his excellent eyesight, assisted by his many eyes. 

He usually didn’t bother in human affairs, but as he sniffed the air he discovered it was you that smelled so nice. What were the silly humans doing to you? When the stocky man yelling into the forest pulled out a bejeweled blade and waved it at you he found himself barrelling through the trees, flattening them as his bulk plowed through. He couldn’t let them hurt you!

The mayor’s eyes grew huge as he took in the massive beast looming over you, his large teeth bared and shining claws raised, and he froze where he stood.

“STOP!” Castor boomed in an ethereal and very deep voice that shook the leaves on the trees and made the mayor drop his sword with a clang. 

While the rest of your town trembled and watched, he turned his attention to you, your cheeks streaked with glittering tears. You were so incredibly frightened your scream was caught in your throat and you only let out a miserable whimper. 

The beast examining you was massive, moving on a tangle of thick tentacles. His torso was like a man’s but with a large mouth filled with dripping teeth in the center. There was no mouth on his face, only ten eyes blinking down at you with a look that might be…gentle? 

You found yourself a bit stunned and confused, searching his eyes as he studied you.

“Oh great mountain spirit!” your mayor broke in with a shaky voice, “p-please accept this sacrifice of fresh, beautiful meat to sate your hunger and soothe your anger! Bring us a good harvest and spare us game for our hunt!” 

Castor almost laughed. Sate his hunger? Bring a good harvest? He had no idea what the man was talking about. As you had suspected, Castor had nothing to do with the weather or the harvest. He simply lived in the mountain because it was a nice home away from humans. 

The last thing he wanted to do was eat you. You looked so pretty lying there, your hair fanned out around your face. He drifted closer to you, exploring you with his sensitive tentacles. Your skin was soft and smooth, feeling quite nice when he touched it and you smelled incredible. Like a mate. Your town watched eagerly with anticipation. They were sure if he killed you and ate you all of their problems would be solved. 

You felt his curious tentacles wind their way around your limbs, the little suckers exploring and tasting as they moved. Though your heart pounded in your chest, he didn’t seem to want to eat you. For one, his large gaping mouth was closed and his eyes were examining you very carefully…but not like food. His look was a different kind of hunger. 

“You’ll make a pretty wife, little human,” he said with incredible softness. 

“W-what?” you heard yourself squeak. 

He didn’t answer, but very gently snapped the straps holding you to the table and lifted you up into his two clawed arms, cradling you like you were fine china. 

“She’s for me?” he asked the mayor, still curious what exactly the town had been planning to do with you. 

“P-please! Gorge yourself on her tender flesh and gift us your favor!” the mayor went on. 

Castor opened his big mouth and laughed heartily, making everyone in the area tremble. 

“Foolish humans,” he boomed, “I have no interest in your petty problems, but I will accept your offering. Best of luck!” 

With a chuckle he hurried off into the woods, with you tucked in his arms, much faster than anyone could follow, leaving the townsfolk staring after him, their mouths agape. 

You peered up at him from around his biceps. 

“Y-you’re not going to improve the harvest?” you asked. 

“I’m not a god, that’s not within my power,” he snorted, “but I am very happy with their sacrifice.” 

He booped you on the nose with one of his claws and you blinked. 

“Th-then what are you going to do with me?” you questioned. 

A huge smile appeared on his large mouth, exposing his jagged, shiny teeth. 

“I’m going to make you my mate and fill you with my babies,” he explained. 

Your face blanched and he frowned. 

“Don’t be frightened,” he said, a tentacle stroking your head reassuringly, “I’ll take the very best care of you and be very gentle. You are my precious darling. I’m going to dress you in the warmest furs and keep you nice and cozy in my den. While those silly humans starve, scraping around in the dirt, I’m going to make you perfectly plump with the tenderest cuts of meat and the ripest fruits.” 

You considered the monster carrying you. He wasn’t exactly handsome in a normal human way, but he did smell nice, a bit like pine and moss, and his tentacles were very gentle. You certainly were in no danger if he was protecting you and being fed by a skilled hunter sounded much better than starving in your village. 

“O-okay,” you murmured as another tentacle lightly pinched your cheek, “my name’s (Y/N), what’s your name?” 

“Castor,” he said, preening with your interest in him. 

“I-I’m flattered you chose me,” you started, “but I’m not sure I’ll make a good mother to your babies.” 

A snort escaped his lips and the random tentacles he had wound around your limbs squeezed you just slightly. 

“You are sweet and small,” he assured you, “you’ll make a wonderful mother and I’m very responsible. I’ll help you through it. You won’t be alone. We’ll raise our children together…one big happy family.” 

While he carried you up the mountain, the snow started to fall silently around you signaling that winter had truly started and as you chatted with him about his life you felt yourself grow more and more relaxed in his warm arms. Finally, the adrenaline from the events of the day draining from you, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up again, your new life would begin. 

[steampoweredwerehog]

Matthew got a redesign! Which means I could finally make This:

Hm… Eldritch-mortal complications have to come up eventually

[minxinq]

[ OC ] gaia

a demon adept in mimicry who escaped from hell and slaughtered a magical girl. she wears her skin and uses dark magic to preserve the image of her host in order to trick unsuspecting victims.

age: 70000

mimic form: 5’1

true form: 12’0 (including horns)

species: mimic demon

sexuality: aroace lesbian

in her mimic form, she uses a variety of weapons to dispose of innocents she doesn’t deem “worthy” to inhabit. her favourite is the chainsaw due to its messy tendencies. being stuck in hell for hundreds of centuries and only now escaping to the surface, she is fascinated with man-made weaponry, and finds it satisfying to kill humans with their own creations.

in her true form, she has sharp misshapen teeth, sunken eyes, long thin hair, sharp horns and claws. she is not made to be comprehended by humans, so to mortals, her body is a thin, constantly altering and pulsing mass of black vines. this is used to disorient victims.

gaia’s mimicry can be identified by the blurry/muddied, almost glassy eyes of her hosts. she has yet to find a way to disguise eyes properly. this detail is almost unnoticeable to mortals, however to other demons and hunters from hell like lynne, its very easy to spot.

as gaia is a runaway sinner, she is actively being hunted by lynne. however, despite lynne’s orders, she seems to have formed a strange bond with gaia. whether it is genuine or simply a form of deceit to lure in and dispose of the mimic is unknown.

[harrowedknight]

Fascinated…

[fablegate]

been a minute and I wanted to a redraw of these two from 2017

[himbo-in-limbo]

TW BLOOD AND CREEPY THEMES!!! 💀 Fnaf meets cosmic horror comic! (It’s an AU)

This was such a fun concept to just mess around with!

I may draw more stuff for this AU but we’ll see! either way I’ve been itching to draw something scary again!

[jangelorum]

An OC meme, seeing my old AU Link drawn to my current skill got me in the heart fr.

Instagram @jangelorum

[divine-cricetinae]

she is beauty she is grace she will melt off your face.

[nxght-shxft]

um here’s my updated height chart that i do every now and then to make up for my lack of scp posting :-}

[vreskah]

✨”I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE SHOW!”

[weirdtimes]

... I don't know about you, but I fully trust this alien eel abomination. Surely they will prove to be a wise, compassionate world leader. What's Jerry so worried about, eh?

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[chloroformcurry]

Normalize being cute and a horror beyond comprehension at the same time!

[edgydumpsterr]

i missed his birthday. this is devastating.

[doodleferp]

I’ll use the literal last day of Pride Month to give you Mommy Miara’s exclusive Charm! Unlike the other dudes, Miara gets her own wife that isn’t derived from Madds in any way.

This beautiful deity belongs to @eldritch-spouse