#oc cryptid

[ghost-t-cryptids]

Pretty boy...pretty CRYPTID

[carnivorousyandeere]

He’d be more…proactive in his courtship…you say? 👀

Courting Woes

You’ve seen him around town, often avoided and whispered-about. He’s an odd bird, clothes clean but ill-fitting, and similarly, face and body clean but hair unkempt.

His demeanor and piercing gaze don’t do much to put people at ease, either. He’s real quiet, real fidgety. Gets defensive, even aggressive, when people approach him.

You try to keep a little distance, not knowing just how aggressive he might be. Although your curiosity gets the better of you at times.

Once in a while, when you’re out and about, your eyes will meet his. Those eyes of his seem to look right into you. It’s disconcerting and electric and you really try not to think about it. You try not to think about his freckles, and the way he smiled and laughed at your joke that one time.

He’s dangerous, you can sense that much. You know you need to stay away. But it seems like he’s just… always around. But he seems to be minding his own business, so you’re not suspicious.

Until you set up a little motion-detecting alarm to figure out who’s been leaving dead animals and chunks of flesh on your doorstep. You want to believe it’s just a wild animal displaying some strange behavior, but ever since that encounter in the wilderness you’ve been… a bit on edge, in your own home.

The alarm goes off one night.

You open the door, weapon of choice in hand and ready to scare off whatever, or whoever, is there, and to your surprise meet his eyes.

He flinches at the alarm and the motion of the door, but makes no move to run. Baffled, you lower your weapon to your side.

“What are you doing here at this time of night?”

His brow furrows, struggling to find the right words, and lifts the package in his hands up to you.

It’s raw meat— rather like the cuts left on your doorstep over the past few weeks. But wrapped this time, in sanitary paper and wrapping paper, and cold from being in a fridge. Nice change from when they’d shown up unsettlingly warm, you supposed, but still…

“Is this… your way of threatening me?”

He looks about as confused as you are. “….No? I’m… it’s… a gift.”

How can he explain, in human terms, that he’s trying to provide for you as your mate? You don’t even seem to understand or be able to tell that you’re mates yet.

He pauses, eyes shifting to the side. “Like… dating?”

[arson-jellyfish69]

Ink/peach tober day 5: fawn

[polturn]

Some drawings of my old cryptid OCs.

The headless coyotes are the Leery Mimric, made when a coyote is struck by lightning. They convince humans to wear their masks so they can possess them and pilot their body and cause mischief.

And the other are Clown Apes who are mountain dwelling cryptids with kaleidoscopically patterned faces that can induce hallucinogenic trance states as a predator deterrent (but usually its just hikers).

Art tag for more of these ocs

[whispering-clan]

I finally got around to drawing Bigpaw/nose's future boyfriend! His name is Chicken and he is a coydog!

He sounds like a cowboy... he also likes to steal (from farms)

[mynqzo]

the cryptid farm girl

[dark-kanova]

Another monster moth design

[mmothmanners]

It's pride month so I finally finished this cute little moment between these three.

I do enjoy a tiny bard in large, in charge, and absolutely smitten.

[quazies]

Not any extreme progress on my Untitled Cryptid Project, but I think I’m getting close to my main two’s final designs!

Going for a strong yet simple type of style :]

[ghost-t-cryptids]

C R Y P T I D

[carnivorousyandeere]

Would the cryptid muster up the courage to talk to darling? Or is it just going to follow them around until they bump into each other again?

Cryptid

Cryptid goes off to hide, and to sleep, during the day. At dusk he begins his rounds around your property, begins his hunts, begins to leave his little gifts for you.

He brings you fresh meat, mostly, but when he can get a hold of paper, leaves strangely poetic descriptions of the desert, night sky, and you. Also, cactus flowers, or flowers from other people’s yards, when he can find them.

When the desert nights get particularly cold and lonely, it gathers the courage to call for you again. This time by name. From there, whether you meet face-to-face again would be up to you…

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Unless he smells someone else, a stranger, around you. He can tell by scent. It doesn’t matter much to him if your family or friends come to visit; blood or adopted, it has the uncanny ability to smell those connections and thinks little of them. But if it smells a sexual or romantic rival, or worse, multiple rivals, well… it might have to be a bit more… proactive, in his courtship.

He doesn’t think much of luring them out into the wilderness and making their death look like an accident. Then, doing the same to a loner on the outskirts of town and taking their place, taking their home, using their shower and clothes to blend in more. Even then he’ll have a hard time approaching you directly, but he will, the urge to claim you and be near you at all times slowly overriding his skittishness.

[arson-jellyfish69]

Forgot to do my inktober challenge for like 5 days and now that I'm doing it again one of the prompts reminded me of an old cryptic oc I had of a giant black deer with a skull and no visible bottom jaw, that eats gems and minerals and just hangs out in redwood forests cause those are the only trees as tall as it

[missusruin]

bunch of old patreon sketch requests

[buboplague]

something knocks at your door

[whispering-clan]

Moon 26: Interlude Part 2, pg. 2

Im back Baybeeee

I have managed to shorten this interlude down so there is only one post left to go! then we are back to normal, far more manageable moon updates!

(Also I forgot to add the little note for who the new guy is... It's Littlepaw of Singingclan! he is 7moons and Bigpaw's brother!)

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[civetside]

happy october! i drew mothman and the fresno nightcrawler, as lesbians