#female monsters

[monstrousdesirestudy]

[babayanska]

Grrrls just wanna have fun

[tyanis]

Just another set of unrealistic beauty standards for women...

I'm sorry I can't be them.

[luverine]

Scary~

Female! Monster! Yandere x Female!Reader

Warnings: slow ish burn, murder, gore, cannibalism(ish), abuse, non-con, torture(?)

2.2k words

18+ MDNI!!!! NSFW

Synopsis: You get taken from your home by a big scary monster woman. This is your journey of how you fear and hatred turns to a tragic (sexy) love story…

“STOP”

The air is filled with weeping. It smells raw. All the air is let out of your lungs.

You can’t breathe, you're all choked up.

Gasping in and out in and out. You couldn’t get any oxygen you were drowning in horror.

The ground felt like it was spinning.

She got closer.

She stared at you, face dripping in gore. Her eyes widened crazed.

Pointing her nose up to the air while taking a inhale.

“Mmm”

“It smells sweet”

The… Monster… says…

You felt like you were thrown in a frozen pond. Ice runs down your back seeping into your spine. You shiver.

It won't stop.

“Argh-“

The monster lifts you off the ground, slinging you over her shoulder.

“You whine a lot yer such a baby.” The thing snorts.

Pulling yourself up to see the unimaginable. What you’re being taken away from was once your family. Now their remains are mixed in a pile of smush.

You put your head back down, exhausted with a broken heart.

Your mama, papa, brother, dog. Gone.

Quiet sobs fill the woods as she walks onward with you hung over her.

…

You fell asleep at some point, your body hurting all over, head dizzy.

Inspecting your surroundings, it’s a cave, a fire is lit and SHE is nowhere in sight.

You go to get up but you can’t she tied your legs together and your arms behind your back. The rope is tight and itchy. It makes you squirm.

“Help!”

“Oh please help me!” You scream out.

The crying takes over again. Your family.. you whimper.

You curl up your sore body and wail into the fur you were laid upon.

…

The sun starts to rise painting the cave in a deep yellow.

“Ow” you fuss at the brightest enveloping your face.

“Good yer awake!” She cheers “Here yah better eat.” Bringing a stick of meat to your face.

You recoil in disgust not knowing who or what it is.

“Stop pouting, it's a rabbit” she says, laughing at your discomfort.

Her mouth is full of sharp edged teeth.

You retract your head back not wanting any contact from this wretched monster.

The monster huffs moving back towards the fire and stares at you.

She doesn’t stop, her eyes aren’t moving, giving you a blank stare.

“What do you want from me?!” You let out.

“Everything dear”

“Let me have everything,” She says.

Standing up to her full height, taller than any man you’ve ever seen, the sun gleams in her deep emerald eyes, long wild amber hair, and muscles bursting from her tan bronze skin.

You freeze… Scared, nothing comes out between your lips.

She leans down face-to-face. She smiles admiring you. A scar taking the whole width of her right cheek squishes.

“So beautiful, Aphrodite is nothing compared to ya” The monster says in awe.

Her claw-like fingers move a lock of hair behind your ear.

The same hands that took away your family.

“I’ve been watching you for a while ya know? No matter what ya were doin’ I couldn’t stop watchin’” said the monster.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Mhm” is all you can respond with full of fear.

She scoops you into her arms and breathes into your neck. Making you cold sweat, nervous she’s going to bite it.

“I can hear your heart” she giggles “Am I scaring yah?” Her grip gets tighter, a smile never leaving her face.

Holding your breath, your chin shakes. “No.” You say in hopes she will put you back down on the furs.

“No? Hmm then yer happy to see me.” She grins.

You scoff.

She chortles, setting you onto the furs.

As soon as you're placed back on the furs you fall back not being able to keep yourself up in the position you're tied in.

The monster laughs at your hopelessness.

Taking a piece of rabbit off the stick and placing it on your lips. “Open up dear I don’t wanna have you starvin’” she says.

You grumble and open your mouth, the monster places the meat in your mouth and you snap your mouth shut.

“Hehe, feisty” The monster titters.

You look away and chew.

Sinking your teeth into flesh feels wrong now. The images of your family’s slaughter flashback.

You stop chewing and stare off.

…

You’re jolted awake by your arms being pulled and tugged.

“Huh” you groan out half asleep.

“Shhh it’s okay I’m undoing yer arms.” A voice said.

“-turnin’ purple” it said again.

“Mmm” you groan.

“Ow!” You yell out awake from your slumber.

It was the monster.

“What are you-“

“It’s okay, see, look.” The monster says pointing to your arms that have become a swirl of deep purple and bright red.

“I don’t need ya loosin’ yer arms, pretty” the monster says rubbing her hands on your arms.

“Go back to sleep” She says, wrapping her body around yours, closing her deep green eyes.

Her unkempt hair is in your face. It feels like spiders are crawling on you.

You try to move her hair, your arms jolt then go limp they’ve been tied so tight.

Letting out a huff you close your eyes. The darkness envelops you.

…

The cave is cold. Even with the fire that has never been out. It’s cold. You are cold. The beast of a woman is cold.

She wears barely anything. Bloodstained chest wrapping, torn brown pinstripe pants that’re now below the knee, old leather boots that look like they’re going to turn to dust.

Compared to wearing a linen shirt and layered skirt, you were cold.

Both of us were covered in dried crusted blood and dirt.

You could smell the death that the monster created three days ago.

Blinking out of this thoughtful daze you looked around spotting the monster tending to the fire.

“Could we go bathe somewhere please.” you whisper out begging the monster.

“Hmm?” The monster turned to you, raising her eyebrows.

“Could we wash off this?” You raise your arms in a gesturing manner to your stained skin.

“After supper.” The monster mutters, snapping a stick.

…

Dinner was another rabbit.

It still wasn’t any easier to eat something that once was living. Especially watching the monster skin it and tear it to shreds beforehand.

“Hey!” You yelp.

The monster grabs you by the shoulders, lifting you up and carrying you towards the entrance to the cave.

The sun is setting and everything has a dark orange glow.

You look around admiring the small stream running from the front of the cave, the flowers dimming from the light, birds flying to their nest.

The walk was peaceful even though the monster was brutish dragging you, but being surrounded once more to greenery was wonderful!

There it was a small pond. The water didn’t look too bad, you couldn’t complain.

The monster untied your legs pushing and shoving you around from how tightly the rope was round you. Your legs had deep indents of the rope and there were purple bruises scattered around.

The monster huffs flinging her auburn locks behind her. She tossed off her “pants” and chest wrap.

You look away embarrassed that she undressed so casually.

Not looking, you were nervous. The monster was looking at you quizzically. “Take yer clothes off” she said.

“Uh… Turn around” you fidget with your sash.

“No yer gonna run away. Just take em’ off.” The monster demands walking closer to you pulling on your sash.

“Okay-okay, stop, I can do it.” You say unraveling your sash.

The monster backs away watching you undress with half lidded eyes and letting out a small sigh of approval.

Once the sash is on the ground you remove your skirts and untie your shirt quickly.

As fast as you can you jump into the water not wanting the monster to see your exposed body.

The monster lets out a small laugh at your prudishness.

“There’s nothing to be shy of dear you’re perfect” The monster says diving into the water.

When the monster reaches the surface of the water she swims towards you pulling you to her.

She scrubs your hair with the water getting the caked blood out of your soft locks.

Letting go to scrub herself clean you do the same. Erratically scrubbing your skin the images of your loved ones fate behind your eyes.

You stop scrubbing and look up to the sky becoming night, the oranges becoming a deep blue.

Humming in tranquility. You missed this nature.

“Ah!”

Your peace is interrupted by the beast of a woman you're sharing the pond with.

She giggles at you barring her sharp fangs. “You’re so fun to scare.” She leans into your neck and sniffs “mmm so fun” she murmurs leaning back into your neck. She opens her mouth, her teeth sit right above your neck.

Your temple sweats thinking the worst. Eyes tightly shut waiting for the pain to come but it never does.

The monster moves her face inches away from yours.

“So sweet,” she hums. Her hand moving from peddling the water to wrapping around your waist.

You look at her in uncertainty.

“What are you doing?” You ask unwaveringly.

The monster hums, moving her head to look into your eyes.

“Say Kore”

You squint your eyes at this odd request. “Kore?”

“Mmph, yes” the monster hums out.

You don’t understand… “What’s that”

“Me” the monster responds with a sheepish grin.

“Kore? As in your name is Kore?” You question yet again.

“Yes, Kore.” The burly woman answers.

Slightly surprised she even had a name due to her barbaric nature. You nod unsure what you are supposed to do with this new information.

Kore finally lets go of your waist and goes underneath the water once more.

You continue to scrub at your skin unaware that the monster of a woman is swimming towards you.

You scream as you are lifted from the water and into the monster's arms.

In the state of your shock the monster kisses your open mouth. You can feel her getting greedy. She’s holding onto you tighter, her kisses are getting sloppy and more desperate.

You grab onto her arm and pull, needing air you pull and pull. Finally after some struggling she lets you breathe in as much air you can fit in your lungs.

The monster pecs all over your neck. “You taste good” she grunts. Moving back to your lips where she devours you.

You hold onto her strong figure afraid of the water enveloping you and her getting angry from your rejection.

The monster is getting more hungry and she caresses your sides. In a slow rough manner she fondles your breast massaging them into her hands.

You squirm and jolt from the sensation the pleasure the monster is giving you.

You know there is no turning back from this her eyes are darkened in lust.

“I can smell your heat” Kore moans out as saliva runs down her face in pure extacy.

She runs her dangerous hands around your hips and uses two fingers to massage your clit.

Your mind fogs her sharp fingers add fear and excitement to your arousal.

All of the sudden you hear a rumbling Kore is growling. She picks you up over her shoulders jumping out of the pond.

“Kore what-?” Your questing gets interrupted by another growl.

The monster lays you down on the grass that lines the pond.

Leaning down the monster takes your lips in a sharp and tender kiss.

The kiss gets more intense, your face is covered in Kore’s spit. She is getting desperate. You can feel her drip onto your leg in need.

Kore lifts your legs up and straddles you with one of her own. She moans and growls some more as she begins to rub herself against your clit and vulva.

“Kore!” You moan out as she holds you tightly in place humbling herself onto you.

She leans down and licks your face and neck giving a teasing bite and slowly making her way down to your bosom and takes one breast into her hand and the others erect nipple into her mouth.

You cry out from the overstimulation you are receiving sweat coating your skin and tears in your eyes.

Your stomach is tightening… “Kore I’m going to come please- Oh gods!” You feel yourself released onto her.

Kore growls once more, taking her mouth off your nipple. She gives your mouth a quick sloppy kiss and gets up.

“Mmph-!” The monster grabbed your head and sat down on your face.

“Get to it hon” Kore growls out. And you immediately suck and flick your tongue on her pussy. Moaning as she lightly flicks your clit.

The monster rides your face covering you in her essence. She becomes more erratic as you move your tongue when her hips move.

Kore screams, dropping your face and moving off of you.

As overstimulated as you are limp and covered in her slick, she picks you up, setting you in her lap and holds you tight in her chest.

You both calm down, slowing your breathing matching heartbeats.

The monster runs her claws through your hair inhaling your scent.

“We need to wash again” you say, sighing.

The monster gives your shoulders a squeeze and looks up at the sky. The stars are brighter tonight.

A/N: I know this took so long sorry about that I had no inspiration for a while. But I’m back babyyy ;) Want more of Kore let me know sweets!

[mask131]

Greek monster myths (1)

Various mini-articles loosely translated from the French « Dictionary of Feminine Myths », under the direction of Pierre Brunel. (You could also translate the title as “Dictionary of Female Myths” – the idea being all the myths centered around women)

Article 1: Gorgô

[Note: this mini-article is distinct from the mini-article about “Gorgons”]

The appearance of Gorgô, at the end of the eleventh chant of the Odyssey, is meant to cause fright – not just to Odysseus himself who is just done with invoking the dead, but also to the audience hearing this rhapsody (the Phaeacians listening to Odysseus’ tale), and to the very listener of the Homeric poem. Gorgô forms the dominant peak of this “evocation of the dead” (nekuia), she is the “chlôron déos”, the “green fear”. Odysseus’ mother, Anticleia, just disappeared back again nto the Hades – the hero wishes to summon other shades, such as those of Theseus and of his former companion Pirithous, “but before them, here is that with hellish cries the uncountable tribes of the dead gathered”. And Odysseus adds: “I felt myself becoming green with fear at the thought that, from the depths of the Hades, the noble Persephone might sent us the head of Gorgô, this terrible monster…” (633-635). It is barely an apparition, it is the possibility of an appearance, but it is enough to terrorize the living.

Jean-Pierre Vernant, in his work “La Mort dans les yeux” (Death in the eyes), establishes the link which ties together Gorgô and Medusa. Because Gorgô is more than a singular unification of the three Gorgons: she is a superlative form of Medusa, she is what happens when her petrifying gaze survives beyond death. By studying the depictions of Gorgô in ancient statues, Vernant establishes two fundamental traits: the faciality, and the monstrosity. He explains that “interferences” take place “between the human and the bestial, associated and mixed in diverse ways”. Maybe Gorgô is, as Vernant suggests, “the dark face, the sinister reverse of the Great Goddess, of which Artemis will most notably be the heir”. But Gorgô is also placed in the function of watchful guardian of the world of the dead, a world forbidden to the living. The mask of Gorgô expresses the radical alterity of Death and the dead.

Article 2: The Graeae

Daughters of Keto and Phorkys (they are thus also called “The Phorcydes”), sisters of the Gorgons, these divinities of shadows, which were born as elderly women and doomed to share one eye and one tooth for all three, appear exclusively in the tale of Perseus and Medusa.

The most ancient mention of the Graeae comes from Hesiod’s Theogony, which only counts two of them and names them Pemphredo and Enyo (Enyo was also the name of a goddess of war within Homer’s Iliad). The third of the sisters appears within a fragment of the Athenian logographer Pherecyde: Deino (“The Dreadful”), later called Persis by Hyginus (in his “Preface to fables”). Other authors, like Ovid, prefer to stick with two Graeae. Hesiod makes a quite flattering portrait of them: he makes them elegant goddesses with a “beautiful face”, even though they were “white-haired (understand “having white hair due to old age”) since birth”. And while their very name means “old women”, the Antique iconography actually follows the Hesiodic model: the depictions of the sisters as disfigured by the effects of time are quite rare… At most the artists will just put a few wrinkles. These mysterious hybrids between youth and old age, virginal seduction and sinister ugliness, finds an echo within a few lines from Aeschylus “Prometheus bound”: “Three ancient maidens, with swan bodies, that share a single eye and a single tooth, and who never receive a look from the shinng sun or the crescent of the night.” Aeschylus had an entire tragedy written about them (Phorcydes) which was unfortunately lost – but Aristotle wrote about it in his “Poetics” and implies that the play insisted on their monstrous aspect, placing them within the legendary area known as “the gorgonian fields of Kisthene”, and closely associating them with their sisters, of which they form a reversed image. Indeed, the Gorgons have a very powerful eyesight which no mortal being can face, while the Graeae have an extreme form of blindness. This trinity of women, old by nature, can also be understood as the antithesis of the three Charites, the Graces which embodied eternal youth.

The Graeae seems to have only a role within the myth of Perseus. And, outside of a few details, this legend does not change much from Pherecyde to Ovid’s Metamorphoses, passing by Lycophron, Apollodorus’ Bibliotheca, and Hyginus’ Astronomy. In all those versions the Graeae are the jealous keeper of the secret path that leads to the Gorgons, and Perseus must steal their eye in order to obtain the knowledge needed to reach Medusa. However, Pherecyde did change an element: according to him the Graeae do not protect the path leading to the Gorgons, but rather the path leading to the nymphs that hold the magical items Perseus needs to fight Medusa.

Due to their limited presence in Greek mythology, the Graeae have quite a poor cultural posterity. In the 19th century Goethe will remember them: in his “Second Faust”, Mephistopheles appears under the guise of “Phorkyas”, a monster with only one eye and one tooth. In the world of paintings, Edward Burne-Jones, who created a true “Perseus cycle”, had a strong interest for them: he worked for a very long time on a painting of the Graeae. Their face is barely visible, but the cloth that wraps itself around their body is menacing ; they are within an arid desert, under a dark sky heavy with clouds – they perform a sinister dance, in a mockery of the Graces. Perseus comes to steal their eyes, and the grey color that invades all the nuances of the picture symbolizes the unique presence of those strange crones, both disquieting and pitiable.

Article 3: Echidna

Echidna, “the viper”, is according to Hesiod the daughter of Phorkys and Keto, themselves born of Pontos, the Sea, and Gaia, the Earth. Echidna’s sisters are female monsters like her: the Graeae, and the Gorgons. Hesiod describes her as having half of the body of a “fair-cheeked nymph”, while the rest of her body is the one of an enormous, big, cruel, spotted and terrible snake which “lies within the secret depths of the divine earth”. Echidna as such belongs to this large mythological family of snake-women, of which the most famous case in France is the fairy Mélusine. But unlike Mélusine, Echidna can never leave the snake-half of her body, and thus a better French heir would be Marcel Aymé’s depiction of the vouivre with her cohort of vipers.

Theodore de Banville, when he imagines Hesiod scolding him for sanitizing Classical mythology, makes of Echidna the symbol of the archaic mythology: he tells him that he is “making a toy out of the history of the gods” by depicting Love as “a sweet child, free of carnivorous appetites, ignored by the Furies and by bloody Echidna”.

Echidna precisely appears as a being led by an amorous desire within Herodotus’ tales, that he claims to have collected among the Greeks of Pontus Euxinus: as Herakles was sleeping, Echidna steals his horses away. She only agrees to give them back if he sleeps with her. When Herakles leaves her, she tells him that she will bear three sons from their union. He advises them to only keep with her one that would be able to bend a bow just like him, and to force the others to leave. She does that, and this favorite son is supposed to be the one that created the Scythian people. This meeting between Herakles and Echidna might be derived from the famous encounters between Herakles and three of Echidna’s other children: the Nemean Lion, the Hydra of Lerna, and Cerberus.

In Aeschylus, Orestes compares his mother, Clytemnestra, to “a horrible viper”. Sophocles has Creon call Ismene, which he believes to have helped Antigone, “a viper that slid in my house against my will to drink my blood”. These examples show a link between the Ancient metaphorical speech, and the mythological allusions. Indeed, only the context can allow us to determine if these authors meant “viper” as a common name, or as a proper name: as “Viper”, “Echidna”. But it confirms the idea that, in Ancient Greece, Echidna is a monster born of an archaic fear of the women, and embodying their supposed perfidy.

[scarsofcatharsis]

Male monsters tend to be created through the acts of the men themselves - often through a combination of hubris and scientific error - while female monsters tend to commit acts of violence out of revenge for earlier abuse. (source)

The Take, On Female Body Horror.

[ijwrite]

Female Orc x Female Reader - Part 1

You were woken by a large crash from outside your house, followed by a whinny and your chickens' distressed clucking. It only took you a moment to grab the large hunting knife you always kept at your bedside and peek out the door. The moon was full that night, bathing your fields in a pale light, yet it also illuminated what appeared to be a crashed cart. The whinnying continued, and you were quickly on your way to the crash site. As you got closer, you could see that the horse that had been pulling the cart, had stumbled into the ditch where you dug out your clay. The poor horse was obviously panicking, which was only made worse by the fact that it's legs were all in unnatural angles. You slowed down your pace, and approached the terrified animal. It got increasingly distressed as you got closer, trying and failing to stand on it's broken legs. You felt bad for the poor thing, and couldn't help but feel responsible that it crashed into a hole that you had dug.

There was something strange though. There were no roads that led to your house, nor was there a driver in sight. That was when you noticed the arrows sticking out of both the horse and the side of the cart, along with the blood splattered on the wood. There was forming a clear picture in your mind; The person/people that had been driving the cart had been attacked, possibly killed and the frightened horse had set off in sheer panic, only stopped when it had tripped into your clay pit. You made a somber realisation. The horse had not only sustained painful injuries, but it had also broken all of it's legs in a way that would not be mendable with any of your knowledge. With a heavy sigh, you put the animal out of its misery, as quickly and painless as you could. That, you did know how to do. With a final stroke of it's mane and a tear falling from your cheek, you closed it's eyes. In the silence that followed, you heard a small grunting and shuffling from the back of the cart. You hurried to it, finding a small moving bundle of cloth at the bottom of the cart. You hesitantly peeled back layers of the fabric, only to be greeted with small eyes that shone in the moonlight, staring back at you. You barely had time to notice the sharp ears and the green colouring, before the small thing burst into a heartbreaking wail. You flinched slightly before picking up the little one. It was clearly a baby, and judging by its appearance, it was either a troll or an orc. The little thing was clearly unhappy with the situation, bawling it's little eyes out. You knew that small creatures required three basic things to be comfortable: food, safety and being clean. You could do that. You ran back into your house and lit some candles, still clutching and rocking the baby. You laid them on the ground, searching for one of your blankets and a washcloth. As soon as you had found some that you deemed soft enough, you immediately went to work cleaning the child. The small thing was filthy, clearly having been neglected. As you cleaned them, you found them to be a small boy. When you finally had cleaned the little one up and tied a washcloth around his behind, you bundled him back up in a new blanket. Your ears had begun ringing from the continuous cries, so you hurried with your next task. You had to find food for him.

You peered into his open mouth, seeing the dents of small teeth trying to break out. This was good, it meant that the child was approximately at the age where he could start eating something other than his mother's milk. If he wasn't, you wouldn't have known what to do. You know enough about babies to be aware of the fact that just any milk wouldn't do. If you fed a newborn milk from your sheep, they would become very sick, or even die. So you thanked your lucky stars that you had boiled potatoes the evening before, taking one and mashing it into a bowl with one hand as you held the crying boy with your other. You sat down on a chair with the little child in your arms, scooping a dollop of mash onto your finger. It was easy to get it into the mouth of the boy, with how open it was. As soon as the food touched his tongue, he clamped down. Your heart broke at the realisation that he must have been incredibly hungry. You fed him the rest of the food, and he kept silent the whole time, too invested in filling his stomach. As the bowl began to empty, he started to slowly look around, as if searching for something. Or rather someone. You imagined that he was looking for his mother. It was after all around this time too, that a child would realise that their mom was a different person than themselves, leading to much separation anxiety. As the boy began to realise that the only person around was you, his lip started wobbling. You held him close to you chest and started humming, hoping the vibrations would soothe him. He started sniffling, but was not crying yet. You walked around your small house for some time, humming and smoothing a finger down from between his brows, to the tip of his nose, just as your mother had done when you were little and couldn't sleep. It eventually worked, and the little boy fell asleep. As slowly and quietly as you could, you blew out the candles and laid back into your bed, keeping the boy close. You kept him on the inside of the bed, against the wall, so there was no chance he would fall down. You would be damned if something happened to this little guy. Your last thought before you drifted off again, was what clothes you would have to make him.

The sun had barely risen above the treeline when the little guy woke you up. He was once again crying, though less desperately than the night before. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you started your day with changing the boy and feeding him again. He was content after, just curiously looking around your home. You knew that you would have to tend to your animals, yet you didn't want to leave a baby alone for longer than absolutely necessary.

Turns out that he rather likes being strapped to your back as you work.

You had taken a long scarf and tied it so he was sat securely on your back, and you had both your hands free. You could feel his little head resting on your shoulder, observing as you fed the chickens. They seemed to still be shaken up from the commotion the night before, puttering around your feet as soon as you crossed the fence. They nipped at your boots to let you know that they were distressed, and you laughed slightly at how disgruntled they looked. You gave them a bit extra seeds to quiet them down, and it seemed to work. Next was checking on the sheep. You only had a few, but they seemed content in their hut, only coming out to eat and drink during the day. Milking them was over quickly, so you just patted them for a good bit after. You had almost forgotten the little guy on your back, before a small hand reached out to the sheep in front of you. You crouched into the mud so he could feel the wool of the sheep. He seemed to like this, though the sheep looked a bit pressed when he tugged at it. You quickly unfurled his fingers from the wool and patted the sheep apologetically. She didn't seem to be too mad, as if she knew it was just a little baby. He didn't like that he could not feel the wool, so he instead started tugging at your ears.

That was when you made the decision to get him some sort of toy. The first thing was just a tuft of clean wool you had not yet spun. It seemed to do the trick and keep him occupied as you went to take a closer look at the crashed cart. In the daylight, it was much clearer how damaged it actually was. With the way the wheels almost was falling off, you were surprised that it had gotten this far. You sighed before grabbing a shovel, starting to fill up your former clay pit, that now was to become the grave of the poor horse. As you worked, you mulled over what you could use the planks from the cart for. Most were still in fair condition, and it would be a waste to use them as firewood. That was when you heard a soft snoring in your ear, the baby having fallen asleep. Maybe you could build a crib for the little one?

That was indeed what you did. It took a few days and was not the prettiest, but a sound and safe crib had been constructed from most of the useable planks you could salvage. It had been layered with a thick blanket over a base of dried moss, to make it soft. A small carving on the side date the day you had found him. You had also taken to knitting new blankets and clothes for the boy, as well as work on whittling some small figures for him to play with. And since you had no name to call him, you started to refer to him as Qarak. It was the name of an orc you once had met, and felt that it would be respectful to at least give him that part of his culture. So long as it didn't turn out he was a troll.

The first time you genuinely heard him laugh, was when you had made a bird flute from clay, and blew in it to entertain him. His entire face lit up and he broke out into a full belly laugh. You could only laugh with him. 

He had been around for about a month before he started to crawl, much to your surprise. You had sat him on the floor as you used the rest of the salvaged planks to make a chair he could sit comfortably in, when he suddenly was at your side, trying to put the hammer in his mouth. From then on, he was a little menace. You could only count on him staying in his crib, where he was to small to get up from, or when you strapped him to your back when you worked outside. 

He had started to communicate with you too, and you slowly started to understand what each little sound meant. You often talked to him as you worked, hoping that it would help him speak one day. 

You always referred to yourself as "mama" when you spoke to your chickens and sheep, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you suddenly heard a small 

"mam" come from the child. He had wanted your attention, and was pulling at your pant leg. You stiffened before looking down at him. He said it again, with a large smile now, having gotten the attention he wanted. You quickly lifted him up to pepper him in kisses, making him giggle wildly. 

You had by then contented yourself with the fact that you were going to take care of this kid, since there hasn't been anyone around to look for him. You had briefly considered dropping him off at the nearest village, but couldn't bring yourself to do it, seeing his gummy little smile, new tuft of blond hair and bright eyes look up at you. You figured that his relatives were dead, killed in the ambush. 

Which was why you were so surprised to hear a yell from behind your back, while you were feeding your chickens one summer morning. You quickly turned around, not used to other people, and not at all anyone around your house.

It was an orc woman, tall and broad. She had a long blonde braid going down one side of her head, the other shaven. Her tusks were filed down to a blunt point, and she had piercing green eyes. In her hand was a large woodsplitter axe and she had a sneer on her face as she stomped towards you. You stood very still as she approached, not wanting to give her a reason to pounce.

"Can I help you?" you tried softly asking, which only made her huff.

"Where did you get that child?" Her voice was deep and gravelly, as if she had used it to scream her whole life.

"I found him" This only made her scowl deepen.

"Bullshit. You bought him didn't you? Bought him so he could grow up to be a slave on your farm?" She raised both her voice and her axe, making you realise how much bigger and stronger she was than you. You held up your hands placatingly.

"It is true, i found him in a cart that had been ambushed. The horse had dragged it all the way to my homestead. I decided to take care of him" You tried to reason with her. She snarled, which made Qarak whimper on your back. You lifted your hand to his head and petted it softly, trying to soothe him. The woman's eyes followed your movements.

"I imagine that you are a relative?" You really tried to keep your voice steady, even if you were afraid. You tried to be strong for your boy. The woman scoffed again.

"I'm his mum. And if you hand him back right now, I won't kill ya" Your mouth went dry. This was his mother? They did have the same eyes and hair, but you wouldn't just hand him over.

"Hold on, how can I know you really are his mother? Why would he be alone in a cart, clearly neglected?" Once again, your words made her look even more angry, her grip on the axe tightening.

"Cause he was taken from me. I tracked down the sons of bitches that wanted to sell him as a slave, but they were already dead. Robbery gone wrong. I have been looking all over for him and my patience is starting to grow thin" She growled out. You sighed heavily.

"Okay. If you are his mother, then I suppose it would be very selfish of me to try and keep him" You slowly freed him from you back, holding him out to his mother. She sighed the moment she held him. He started fussing a bit, reaching back for you. "Let me just get his things" you choked out and motioned to your house. She looked to think for a second.

"Alright, but if you try to attack us, I will not hesitate to kill you" She nodded and followed you to your door. She had to duck when she entered, her eyes darting around to look for potential threats. Her gaze fell upon the crib and chair that you had built for him, before it landed on you again, as you took his favourite blanket to use to bundle his toys up with. You gathered the small things you had made him, the little bird flute, a carvings of a sheep and a chicken, a ball you had sewn and the clothes you lovingly knitted for him. As you turned back to the woman with the filled sack, she now looked more curious than angry.

"This is his things. Oh, and he prefer his potato mash without clumps. He also hates carrots. He sleeps best when you sing at least two lullabies. And please remember to massage his stomach every once in a while, or he gets a tummy ache" You told the baffled orc as you handed her the things.

"Bye little guy" You kissed him on his little head before quickly drying the tear that fell from your eye. He looked confused at seeing you distressed and reached back out for you.

"Mamma?" his mothers head whipped down to him as he uttered that little word. Then her confusion turned back into a snarl before she brought her axe to your throat in one quick move, not cutting, but keeping the threat of damage very real.

"You fucker! Why does he think you're his mum?!" She yelled, making Qaraks lip wobble.

"I- I took care of h- him. I didn't think he had any family aliv-" You breath hitched as she pressed the axe closer to your neck.

This made Qarak start full on sobbing. This distracted the woman enough for you to take a breath without fear of decapitation. She tried to bounce the baby, but she couldn't get him to calm down. Well aware that you were tempting fate, you reached out for him. The woman glared at you, but gave up when she saw how the boy was reaching for you. You gently rocked him, humming a familiar tune. The crying quickly subsided and he calmed down. The woman looked at you once again. You just ignored the glare.

"Where will you go?" You softly asked her, still rocking Qarak. She looked away for a moment.

"I don't know" She sighed. You bit your lip in contemplation.

"You could... stay here?" You looked at her surprised face. She was silent for a few more moments before she nodded.

"Alright. We'll stay. I'm Hakla"

"A pleasure to meet you Hakla" 

[bewitched-moonlight]

« I started seeing the monstrous feminine everywhere, and, eventually, I found empowerment and agency in those representations. These female monsters did things I could only dream of, or didn't even know I dreamed of doing. They could enact all the anger and rage I felt toward patriarchal society, and then some. Horror can be a way of healing. We all dream of being a monster, and those dreams don't have to be bad ones. »

— Margaret Kingsbury

[shadowgale96]

‘Why won't somebody come and save me from this? I must confess that I feel like a monster.’

Nadja - Blood Red Sky (2021)

Greta - Love, Death, and Robots: Beyond the Aquila Rift (2019)

Lily - Siren (2016)

Sai - Inhuman Kiss (2019)

Moder - The Ritual (2017)

Thomasin - VVitch (2015)

Dren - Splice (2009)

Beldam - Coraline (2009)

Melanie - Girl With All The Gifts (2016)

Irena - Cat People (1982)

[frndly-nbh-enbee]

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ ꕥ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝒟𝐸𝒮 ꕥ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

[monstrousdesirestudy]

Honestly can’t stop laughing at how half assed Carmilla was about changing her identity. Like first she was Mircalla and then she was like “nvm my name is uhhhhh…Millarca. Yeah. That sounds right” and then years later “fuck it my names Carmilla, none of these bozos have caught on yet.”

[babayanska]

A taste of what's to come - keep your eyes peeled for more development work for Wolf Girl Wicked. This soon-to-be webcomic about the trials and tribulations of turning into a wretched beast every full moon - oh, as well as being trapped in an all-girls boarding school. What could go wrong!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Ever since I found out that Mothra is Godzilla’s wife.

[beetlewine-art]

We need more silly memes about Female Slashers/monsters interacting, as munch as i love to see crossovers between Jason, Michael, Freddy and Ghostface, i need to see more people talking about what kind of dynamic Ginger Fitzgerald, Jennifer Check and Carrie White would have if they ever meet, munch better if they include Tamara Riley from Tamara (2005) in the group. Because all four of them would be friends... in my head.

You know what? Fuck it, I'll do it myself:

Bonus: Let the Heroines of those movies interact too.

They would defenetly bond over having to kill someone they care about because their transformed into an horrible monster.

[scarsofcatharsis]

If an attractive woman is single it's because she's smarter than everyone else.

Carl Jung, on Women

[rotten-c0rps3]

【ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖】

Fem list

Undated: June 20th

A list of my female/fem monster characters. I will be adding more in the future. I will do Character x reader with them, so don’t be afraid to request if one catches your eye!

Characters added: (1) Shapeshifting parasite, (1) robot, (1) angel,

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙖

Species: Shapeshifting parasite (Made up names are “Slug Bug”, “Death Worm”, or “Death Slug”)

Gender: Female (Is genderless but uses a label to blend in with humans)

She/her (Strict of using the correct pronouns. Not because being misgendered offends her, but because she think it’ll cause people to know she isn’t human)

Backstory: Once upon a time, a man and a parasite, mimicking a woman, fell in love. Then, they had three beautiful, healthy children. Er… wait, sorry, no. That’s incorrect. Sometime a few decades ago, a parasite found its way into a male host. Then, three little parasites were born from their mother’s corpse, living inside their host father’s stomach. They had their very first meal, eating their way out of the male human before devouring him entirely. Growing up, the three parasite siblings were the human equivalent to orphans. Their species was made to be like this, of course. But that fact didn’t make their life easier. The siblings had to do all sorts of terrible things. Such as, steal, scam, assault, kill, kill, kill… Okay.. in their defense, a parasites gotta eat something! It was merciful to spare all those people having to live as unwilling hosts.

Personality: Out of the three parasite siblings, Sylvia is definitely the leader. She’s basically the older sister, despite the fact they’re all the same age. It’s hard to tell if Sylvia’s just… naturally commanding, or if all female parasites are like that. Either way, Sylvia did step up and care for her brothers the best she could when they were little, even if she has obvious favorites. Sorry Percy!

Looks: No one knows what her parasite form looks like, mostly because the only people who have seen it have all been chewed, swallowed, and devoured. Sylvia’s human form looks nothing like her brothers, that’s what happens with different parasites. She’s darker than both her brothers, but then again it’s not hard to be darker than pale Percy. She’s taller than average, but about shoulder height to Percy.

Likes: Feedings, blood, guts, human organs, making people paranoid, the smell after it rains, getting humans sick, being well fed, not having to yell at Percy,

Dislikes: Percy, the fact she dislikes Percy, Percy again, Percy being annoying, Percy not listening, when hosts get away, being disrespected, the dark, sour/spicy food,

Relationships: Percy (Sibling, strained), Luis (Brother, fine relationship)

Ｄ．Ｏ．Ｅ．

Species: Robot (but from outer space, suppose that’d make her an alien, too?)

Gender: Female (Says the fact she’s female was more of a fashion choice by her creators, seems to enjoy the human title of gender nonetheless)

She/It (Prefers She/her but accepts some might see her as an it)

Backstory: Once, Doe had stood for Destructor of Earth. Now, she much prefers Defender of Earth. As much as Doe loves her alien creators, she has come to accept that their plan was morally wrong. Before she had gained empathy, Doe cared for nothing and no one. She was truly, just a machine. Doe is still a robot today, yet she is more living than she was back then.

Personality: These days, Doe is calm and peaceful, which is a lot different than harmless. She’s emotional, she has outbursts, and she loves it. Who wouldn’t, being blind to emotions for so long? Anger is better than ignorance, sadness is better than apathy. Doe would love for you to teach her some new emotions.

Looks: Funny enough, Doe is, in fact, doe-eyed. She has light brown synthetic hair that stops right at her lower back. She’s beautiful, so beautiful you can’t even be able to tell she is a robot. Or, you wouldn’t have been able to tell, if her right arm wasn’t halfway ripped off. A small price to pay for emotions, Doe would probably think.

Likes: Animals, nature, women, people, puzzles, insects, subtle intimacy, the idea of soulmates, kids, human families, books, poetry,

Dislikes: Tv, perverts, ignorant people, movies where people kill aliens, sex scenes in movies/books, second-hand embarrassment,

Relationships: None (for now, I’ll add her creators in the future)

𝐿𝒾𝓁𝒾

Species: Angel

Gender: Trans Fem (Truthfully, angels don’t have genders so they can’t be trans like humans, but in Lili’s case, her human form was going to be male before she decided against it) (Angel genders are all technically closer to trans than cis though, since they get to decide them if they come down to Earth)

She/he (Finds pronouns a bit confusing since everyone just basically called her by her angel name before)

Backstory: The Human-Watcher Angel program was definitely a new and… interesting thing. Most angels, content with their schedule oriented lives, didn’t particularly have any thoughts on it. The program was only speculation, that’s all! No Angel had actually ever… went down to Earth….

But then, Halo did. And some fallowed his lead, some like Doc and Lili. All reasons seemed to be different. Halo did it (half-forced) because… it was new, it was exciting. Doc did it because humans, in their fragile state and bodies, sounded positively captivating. Lili did it because of the nature (which he did in fact name himself after). The nature that angels never got to experience up in the clouds.

Personally: Lili is still trying to figure out the whole “pretending to be human” thing, along with all the other angels. She means well, he truthfully does, but it seems her well-meant actions come off a little… synthetic. Fake. She wants to be soft, he wants to be human!…like, but it seems no one is willing to stick along long enough for him to learn.

Looks: With her new love for Earth’s nature in mind, Lili had given his angel form a while new look (which angels do, along with name changes, every so often just to mix things up). Her form is made up of soft branch-like shapes twisted together into something resembling a person. A giant flower sprouts where her human head would be, dawned with a single eye in the middle.

Human form: When Lili was making her human form before going to Earth, he picked apart pretty things about the humans in Heaven’s books, and jammed them together. Lili is black with reddish brown dreads/locs that slightly longer than her shoulders (I am not black so if any of the terms I use for Lili are incorrect, please let me know!). He prefers to keep her hair down but will sometimes let his friends braid it. She has a round face and is a bit chubby. Since angels don’t magically get money upon coming down to Earth, most of Lili’s clothes come from thrift shops and consist of shirts of bands he doesn’t know.

Likes: Nature, animals, plants, being outside, the cold, human holidays, to admire insects from afar, putting flowers/beads in her hair, his angel  colleagues, making bracelets, the smell of artificial things, 

Dislikes: Bright lights, crowds, being hot, insects being near/touching him, cooking,

Relationships: Halo (Colleague, very close), Doc (Colleague, friendly acquaintances),