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whereserpentswalk · 3 days

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There's a city built around an ancient skeleton of an eldritch nightmare, some sort of giant serpent with many heads. They say the skeleton used to have metal armor, but back when metal was harder to come by it was stripped to make spearheads and armor.

The skeleton doesn't do much, and it acts as a natural fortification, so most people don't really question it. Some of the residents of the city, especially from the older and more secretive noble families, worship the skeleton as a spirit of the land. The local priests don't like that they do that, but it's not heresy as long as it's not considered more important then their gods.

Ancient myths have a lot of strange explanations for the skeleton, from it being a dragon that was struck down by the sun god and moon goddess. To it being a servent of the underworld worshiped by the people who lived in this land before its current residents. To it being a patron of the current people of the land, who died protecting them from an army of demons.

There are some residents who live within the bones because there's nowhere else in the city they can go. Foreigners, petty criminals, sex workers, people who've been disowned by their families. Their apartments and houses are in-between an uneven forest of strange an unknowable bones.

And sometimes, for the people who only the bones protect, the outcasts within the skeleton, an old ghost whispers to them, and an image of a many headed serpent in their minds. It calls for them to keep their spirits high and their blades sharp, when the city guards come stalking through the skeleton it calls for them to defend their honer, and when it comes time, it will call for revolution, and the bones many grow their skin again.

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littlebeetlebro · 3 months

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me: *sobbing in the woods*

The eldritch horror that’s been watching me from behind a tree: ….Red Lobster’s hiring.

me: *turns around* oh shit fr?

#ronn rambles #feral #feralcore #eldrichcore

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bugsoda · 7 months

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“you’re so hot” ok but am i unsettling? do i seem eerie to you? give you a bit of the heebie jeebies? when i walk into a room do you feel a chill down your spine?

sometimes i think that beauty is all that matters to you people smh

#spoopy #bugsoda #eldrichcore #unintelligible goblin noises #cryptidcore

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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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

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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.

#monster fluff #eldritch horror #monsters #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #x reader #eldritch oc #eldrichcore #eldritch abomination #monster #monster oc

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munchymunchkin · 9 months

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arradraws · 11 months

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GↀD

#fear and hunger #f&h #fear and hunger fanart #f&h1 #sylvian #lovecraft #eldritch #eldrichcore #eldrich horror #art #myart #old god

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saturnisscreaming · 9 months

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If you ever want to find me go to the forest and wait in the clearing that is oddly dark for the middle of the day, I'll be there eventually

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supernova-exes-blogsoup · 4 months

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It's not fair that in some other universe I could've been some weird creature. Why can't I be an eldritch monstrosity that lives deep in the woods??? Instead I have to do math and learn to pay taxes!?!???

#cryptidcore #bastardcore #eldrichcore #big gremlin energy #goblincore #forest #screaming crying throwing up #funny memes #creaturecore #monster aesthetic #weirdcore

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edible-emerald · 2 months

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"it/it's? What are you, not human?"

I am an eldritch deity, constructed from the scraps of this and many other broken worlds. I am the breath, the rumbling of the wild world, and the wild world itself. I am the thundering paws running through this plane, silent and impossibly loud at the same time. I am the embodiment of hate and rage, but my waters stay calm. I am the wails and the howls of joy and pain and wonder and terror you hear but convince yourself you imagined. I am larger than you will ever be, and I am small enough to be ignorable at a glance. I am the loudest and quietest voice you will ever hear. I am unimportant and the key at the very same time. I am a complicated being, but understanding me is quite simple.

No. I am not human. To call me human, would be an insult.

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ur-fav-cosmic-horror · 23 days

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Some ideas for some sneaky otherkin gear, I suppose?

So, multiple eyes first! Glasses with more than two lenses and eye themed jewelry!

And wings!! Wing themed glasses and puffy/flared sleeves!!

I know it's only two things, but when I come up with more ideas, I'll reblog this with the updates or something, lol! Hopes this helps!!

(Also, as a side note, there is a thing called hoof shoes, for all you horses or unicorns or pegasus ((idk if I spelled that right)) or who/whatever else wants to look them up!)

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whereserpentswalk · 8 months

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orderling · 8 months

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goofy drawing

(messing around with pens & effects and drawing lazy art w them is my new fav thing to do)

#alterhuman #otherkin #deitykin #actually divine #divinekin #non human #otherkin community #eldrichcore #najva #altered

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hobgobknowsbest · 9 months

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Perfect weather out there for a leisurely night-float

#cryptidcore #eldrichcore #voidpunk #local cryptid

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bugsoda · 9 months

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oh hush now, there is no need to be afraid of the storm. it is a hungry creature, can you hear its stomach growling? see it's tongue flicking about in the darkness? it's saliva dripping down upon the dry earth?

my child, it is not you that needs to be afraid

#bugsoda poetry moment #its storming out !!!!#eldrichcore #eldritch #cryptidcore #cryptid #idek what this is but here i guess #bugsoda

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gh0stmist · 5 months

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bodies of water is such a rad way of calling oceans like heck yeah that is a body and it is alive, the ocean is a living moving being a million times bigger than whatever eldritchly monster fish it contains and is itself eldritch, as like cthulu we are like bugs under its feet

#i’m running on 0 hours of sleep a handful of hazelnuts and intense thallasophobia writing this thank you :3 #mist posts #voidpunk #eldrichcore

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artisticcallycaffeinated · 2 months

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Made a drawing based on retro scifi stuff. Also added a few things from games I played. Title: Future as imagined in the past

It includes an iterator can from Rainworld, and an automaton from Frostpunk.

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