#Creative Beasts

[zoevint]

my biggest repaint project yet! creative beasts tyrannosaurus rex figure i repainted last year, sort of a wintery nighty theme ig

adopt this lad for yourself here

[kasperl-ruprecht]

This might be up someone's alley. This is from the same guys, Creative Beasts, who did those neat Raptor action figures and such.

[heistcinema]

HEIST FILMS + dancing 💃🕺

Happy birthday, Robin! (@madeline-kahn)

[archerdepartures116]

Wanna see how Demon Lord AU LQQ would look like in your style please!

(I just like demon like LQQ concept, it's contradictory and fun)

honestly i had a few ideas, but why he looks very close to human in the first one is because I was looking at the designs of the demon cast and they're more human esque than not (with the exception of zzl but even then he's a pretty snake boy most of the time)

the beta fish is purely because I was like "male betas are known for fighting and their aggression so what if i made demon lqg a beta fish"

why is he not a mermaid you ask? tis not the season yet

[burningcheese-merchant]

I tip my hat to @cuppajj's Beast Ancients AU in the form of a dumb meme edit, because that's probably all I'm good for tbh lol

For full and proper credit, I cropped the art from this post and made sure the watermark stayed visible (although I doubt anyone needs help recognizing that I didn't draw this, nor that I'm not behind the AU in general)

[nimpnawakproduction]

The Trigun Victorian ankle

[deliriousblue]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024) + tropes prior art by @hurlumerlu

+ bonus:

[eric-the-bmo]

I think more people should take the time to personify/design their vampire's Beast. There's so many things you can do with that

[tsaagan]

Anyone here like prehistoric elephants?

[umbershift]

I made more Vorkosigan memes

[buddie-buddie]

let me go home (i'm just too far from where you are)

9.5k - T - established bucktommy

Tonight is going to be perfect.

The dinner, the wine, and then, when the moment’s right, he’ll ask Evan to move in. It isn’t the grand proposal Tommy’s saving for later on down the line, but it’s the first step. And it’s one he can hardly wait to take. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait much longer. He’s washing the last of the dishes when he hears Evan’s car door closing in the driveway. Tommy wipes his hands on a towel, excitement bubbling in his chest as he heads to the front door, ready to greet his boyfriend. 

When he swings the door open, his words die in his throat. 

Evan stands on the porch in front of him, pale and hollowed out, his eyes distant and unfocused. His hands tremble where they hang at his sides, covered in blood. Blood stains streak across his t-shirt, every inch of him radiating exhaustion and something deeper, something raw. 

“Evan," Tommy breathes, his heart lurching. “Are you okay?”

Evan doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Concern washes over Tommy in waves. His mind races with possibilities, each one more horrifying than the last.

“Evan,” he tries again, more insistent this time.

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[exoticb-utters]

Hello!

So I saw that your requests were open, and would like to ask for a Hank McCoy (Wolverine and the X-Men) x Reader short story, if that isn't too much trouble. If that's not on the table, I'm sorry for bothering you.

YES OFC, I haven’t been writing much, and instead, I’ve been posting a lot more art so it’s about time I get back in touch with my roots 🙏🏽 (sorry this took me forever omg) pls enjoy 😘

Confessions

Hank x Mutant Reader Word Count: 2.7k Words

Mutant Power: Water Manipulation

You’ve been a member of the X-men for the last 3 years. Yes, that’s almost 3 years you’ve had a crush on Henry McCoy. 

I mean, how could you not? He was so sweet, and always put aside time for you whenever you needed it. He’s also, like, insanely hot…

While you do have a huge soft spot for Hank, everyone had given you a warm welcome when you joined of course, this team was your family. More of a family than your parents; who called you a freak for doing ‘tricks’ with their drinks.

You’d make frequent trips to the lab, knowing all too well there would be a big blue hermit waiting for you. As you did this, Hank could never bring himself to admit the embarrassing fact- but your frequent visits were the highlights of his day.

The rest of the team were amazing family to him of course, but no one checked in or visited Hank as often as you did.

Most of the time anyone usually ever came down was if they needed something; nothing this personal. It was new, but it was nice for a change. 

Your jokes with him never got old, and your smile that came with it could only make it better. The willingness you had to sit around and let him rant about the latest experiment that had him losing sleep, to even offer a hand with whatever he was struggling with. Your innocent praises glorifying how smart he was had him hiding his growing blush by looking behind a microscope. 

“I’m afraid blue blushes too, my dear…” He would joke, causing you to smile and chuckle. Ugh who loves a hot, funny nerd. You’d chuckle to yourself. 

Oh who was he kidding, Hank was head over heels. While he tries to use his brain to rationally sugar coat things, he knew he was helpless. 

Your attention to detail was incredible, you somehow remember all of his favorite things without fail. You were just so…thoughtful. 

He couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, wanting more than your visits down to his lab, the long talks, your presence. He was going crazy.

Then, every night you’d find yourself laying awake in your thoughts, knowing he couldn’t possibly feel the same.

You’d never put your friendship on the line for something so…selfish. 

The thought ate away at your conscious, the numbing sound of your fan tuned out by your busy mind. You sigh, rolling over to your side while pulling your blanket with you. 

You don’t know why you were like this.

You and Hank are…friends. Which is fine- even though it hurts. You are fine with it, and you’ve been fine for the past 3 years.

…for the most part anyway. 

♡ ♡ ♡

You were now hanging out with Hank in his lab, legs dangling over the edge as you talked to each other. Something about a new opera showing happening in town.

Suddenly, you hear Xavier telepathically call for the rest of the X-Men to meet him in the control room, suited up. Must be a mission.

You were informed the Jaggernaut had escaped custody, again.

All X-Men that were on stand-by were now assigned on this task. The team consisted of you, Hank, Cyclops, Jean, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, and of course Storm. Stacked team if you say so yourself.

Everyone was in the Blackbird with the sole goal of neutralizing the Jaggernaut before he caused severe harm. 

Cyclops was put in charge, giving direct orders as he looked to you and Ororo. “I need you and Storm to direct him towards us, we need to keep him separated from civilians. Meaning I need a tall wall of water, Storm you freeze it making sure he won’t be able to get through.” 

You both looked to one another with nod. Scott then turns around to Hank who was piloting the jet. “Hank you go with them and watch from above and make sure things don’t get to out of hand. If they do we need your strength to counter-attack.” 

Hank replies with a “on it” before tilting the jet to left, bringing the stealth instrument closer to the designated location. 

“Logan you’re taking the wheel while those three get dropped down. Everyone else is with me.” Scott said finally while Hank clicked some buttons before switching with Logan. The bottom hatch of the plane opened up, allowing you, Storm, and Beast to exit. 

Storm flew to her position in the air, leaving you and Hank free falling towards the ground. Hank turned to look at you expectantly, blue hair blowing wildly in the wind. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You chuckle. You outstretched your arms towards a nearby pond you spotted earlier. Pulling your hands back to your chest in a stream-like manner, a large funnel of water shot out towards you and Hank. 

You grabbed Hank’s arm as the funnel reached you, changing the water into a shape similar to a slide with your free hand. You surfed down the water, holding onto Hank making sure he kept up- and knowing him, it was also preventing him from falling off.

As you neared the ground, you spun the water into a wide spiral to slow down your momentum for an easy landing. 

“I’m still impressed you can do that with your hands.” Hank comments as you reach the ground, earning an amused huff from you. “Well it took some practice,” You trail off, your eyes now looking at his crazy wind blown hair. 

“Actually, I’m more impressed your hair can take that shape…” You snort, biting on ur fist to hold in your laugh. It looked like he had an insane cowlick…well, maybe if the cow had 4 tongues.

“…what?” He said before quickly bringing up a hand to his hair. While he was busy fixing his crazed hair, you spot Storm flying over.

“I’ve located the Juggernaut, he’s down the street!” She briefly informs you before taking off, flying further down the street. 

“Right right, back to business.” You say, waving an arm around yourself to recollect your water. Hank takes off, leaping after Ororo as you ride your stream of water. 

You hear loud commotion around your surroundings the further you went, hopefully you arrived in time. You spot the Juggernaut on the street, wildly flipping cars as if he were in a mad rampage. One was now launched and flying in midair- towards you, specifically.  

You expertly weave around it, spinning upside down in doing so. Before he can flip anymore cars you jump, using all surrounding water to form a wall as Scott instructed. 

You hear a crack of thunder overhead as you land, the air chilling and the clouds growing darker. With a strong gust of wind, the walls you made froze over. You see Storm fly into view along with the rest of the X-Men behind you.

Beast jumps onto a light post, swinging on the end before propelling himself onto the large wall of ice.

The Juggernaut’s actions were now solely limited to facing the X-Men head on. Realizing this, he began charging with full force towards the rest of the team.

“Get his helmet off!!” Cyclops orders before bringing two fingers to his visor, firing off his laser beams.

Night Crawler bamfs around the brute, landing on his shoulders for brief moments, attempting to unlatch the dome.

You shape your water into a whip, ready to attack if the villain closes in. You see Storm raise her hands, calling down thunder as lightning begins to target the Jaggernaut.

You even see Jean pressing her temple with two fingers, using her telepathy with the other outstretched hand to slow down the pursuer.

He wavered just barely under her prowess, the strong bolts only slowing him down slightly before Wolverine decides it’s time he steps in.

With a growl, Logan leaps towards him with his adimantium claws extended before being swatted away by the Juggernaut’s large hand.

Not a moment later he grabs onto Nightcrawler and tosses him aside as well, throwing him on top of Wolverine.

The X-Men were losing options, and fast.

You had to do something.

You swing your water whip from underneath the Juggernaught before quickly whipping it back against his head, effectively tripping him and causing him to topple toward.

Before he could regain his footing completely, you call back all your water to blast him with as much force as you could muster.

And…It was working! He was regressing in distance.

…Until he took a step.

And then another.

And another.

It wasn't long before he began fully charging toward you.

Your concentrated expression quickly fell to one filled with fear and disbelief. “Watch out!” You heard Jean, Scott, and Cyclops warn in unison.

Their cries were all in vain, a large hand splashing out of the water had taken hold of your face. You felt your feet lift off the ground as you were directly dangling in the air, at the mercy of an unstoppable force. In this position, the Jaggernaught could easily crush your skull if he so pleased.

“I will find Xavier. And I will make him pay.” The brute speaks as his grip on your head steadily tightens, your chest burning as you screamed in sheer horror at the increasing pressure.

From above, Hank was almost hesitant to give away his position as the others before you attacked- he knew they could hold their own. But watching you face the Juggernaught head-on…Seeing how your life was in such jeopardy, hearing your screams, Hank had no second thoughts about intervening and saving you.

With a distant roar, you hear Beast come down on the Juggernaut. He releases you, but at the cost of you falling; and of course- hitting your head on the pavement.

Your head began pounding, ears ringing as the corners of your vision grew fuzzy with dark spots. All you could see was a flurry of blue viciously wrestling with a large brownish blob. More figures rushed into the picture before a redhead precluded your vision, concern written all over her face.

“Stay with me! Don’t close your eyes and just listen to my voice…“ Her words began to fade out as the black dots in your vision clouded the world around you.

Your head rolled to the side, your closing eyes finding the blue figure before your heavy eyelids inevitably shut.

Hank.

♡ ♡ ♡

You slowly awoke to a steady beeping of a monitor nearby, your eyes softly fluttering open. Looking up to the ceiling, you recognized it as the flat cement ceiling of Hank’s Lab.

Before you could get up, you felt the intense throbbing pain coming from the back of your head. Had you really hit your head that hard?

Well if it had knocked you clean out it must’ve been…

“You’re awake!” You hear a familiar voice call out to your right. It wasn’t long before a blue face came into view, blocking the blinding glare of the overhead fluorescent lights.

“How are you feeling?!?” Your vision slowly focused in on the figure in front of you. “Good…I think.” You slowly sit up, rubbing the back of your head tenderly.

You notice you had an IV inserted into your right forearm. Without another thought you removed it, ready to go…to wherever you were needed.

“Woah, there- you should slow down it’s been…a bit and you're still recovering.” Hank warns, grabbing your wrist to keep you from moving any further.

You looked to his face…he was worried??? “Hank, I’m fine! See?” You said reassuringly; though, Hank himself didn’t find himself too convinced.

“Hey, what are you so worried about?” You ask, brows drawn together hoping to get a straight answer out of him.

He was worried about you, obviously. You suffered several traumatic head injuries within a short span of time! If you had not been a mutant…he didn’t even want to think of the possible outcomes of that situation.

Hank sighed heavily, organizing his racing thoughts. “I thought I’d lost you.” He managed to drag out.

Huh?

Scared??

That he lost...YOU?!?

“Hank, I think I’ve suffered greater injuries. You should know this.” You say with a small laugh before quickly stopping, his solemn expression instantly killing your attempt to lighten the mood.

His large hands grab your wrists firmly. “You have been out for a month.” His words shook you, so much so that you found yourself shaking your head in disbelief.

You hadn’t been out for longer than a day, right?

Hank must’ve sensed your reluctancy to believe your current situation because he started again. “You suffered several fractures to your skull, luckily, nothing broken or opposing threats to your brain. Unfortunately the stress your skull took on added with the hard contact of the ground practically split your head open.” He explained, running a hand down his tired face.

You hadn’t realized this had happened. “But I’m…I’m okay now, aren’t I?” You ask hesitantly, raising a hand up carefully to the back of your head. You felt stitches, running up the back of your head. Your stomach dropped.

“I performed an emergency medical procedure…which I won’t go into details with you so soon…” He sighed heavily once again, plopping down in his wheeled office chair.

“I hadn’t realized…” You quietly trailed off while fidgeting with your fingers out of nervous habit.

Hadn’t realized what? How bad the situation was? How worried the other X-Men must be? How much Hank went through to make sure you were well?!?

“Please, it isn’t your fault. If anything, this situation has made me realize something…” Now it was Hank’s turn to dramatically pause, his head in his large, blue hands.

“What? What is it?” You ask nervously, fearing your health was in critical condition at this point.

He grabbed you by the shoulders once again, looking into your eyes deeply, “Because…because I fear I’m falling in love with you.”

You stared in utter shock. Had you heard him correctly? He feels the same way?!?

“I-I want to come home to you, to kiss you like it’s been eons since I last saw your face. I need you safe, I don’t know how I’ll live with myself if you aren’t-” You didn’t need to hear anymore. 

You grabbed him by his lab coat, pulling him into you as your lips pressed together in a flurry of passion.

He held onto you, hungrily chasing after your lips as he poured all the love he’d helplessly held in for so long.

Your hands slowly slid up his broad chest and towards his neck, finding themselves tangled in his soft hair. “Hank” You sighed against his lips, the kiss ripping all oxygen from your lungs and leaving you breathless in the process.

He groans into your mouth in response, his tongue running against your bottom lip, silently begging for access.

Your heated ‘session’ was abruptly cut short by the lab door sliding open. Hank shot up, nearly taking a tumble trying to remove himself from you- to avoid any suspicion of…previous actions of course.

Though, the scene didn’t look too convincing; seeing how Hank’s glasses laid crooked on his face and his hair was well tussled. You had to cover your giggle at his appearance.

It was Morph, Cyclops, and Logan. They all start laughing, causing the rest of the X-men to come in, groaning in defeat.

“Woah, woah- were all of you just standing outside the door?!?” Hank exclaimed.

“Pay up, daddy’s waiting.” Logan holds out a hand expectantly towards the other X-Men, a smirk displayed across his face while completely ignoring Hank.

“I knew I should’ve bet with Logan.” Rogue mumbles, fishing out money from her pockets along with the rest of the team.

Oh yes. This was only the beginning of a long, beautiful (and heavily teased) relationship with Hank.

I hope you enjoyed this cute little one-shot! ;)

If you want more like this or want something written, please hit up my ask box! Requests are always open 💕 Until next time🫡🫡

-Mae

[bcstag]

Pentaceratops! With and without a guy. This was my submission for Creative Beast Studio’s art contest.

[rs-hawk]

Beauty and the Beast but the Beast doesn't return to full human when the curse is broken, because it was almost too late to break it when it happens

So instead of seemlessly regaining the throne and getting married with Beauty, the people of the town are still uneasy, even though they remember him now, and don't understand why Beauty stays by his side when they're free to return to the village

Likewise some of the humans-turned-objects-turned-humans still have characteristics of their former objects, like the candlestick's hair will sometimes catch fire when they're upset (harmless to them but still scary), or the alarm clock will get ringing migraines in a more literal way

I just think it could be a really neat story, fluff or smut or whathaveyou

I know that this is an o bylder ask but I have been thinking about it for awhile. I might do another part if y'all like it but I had a hard time narrowing it down to which characters to focus on.

Belle was surprised when Beast, Adam?, didn't return to fully human. Though to say that she was displeased wouldn't be true either. Her smile was always warm and genuine when she looked at him. He would smile back at her with his teeth that were a little too long, set on a face that almost, if you squinted, still looked like he was a beast. His horns had nearly disappeared, but when Belle would run her fingers through his thick, luscious hair, she could still feel just a prick of them.

Of course the town people remembered him, though they struggled with the fact that they too had been cursed. How could they have possibly been cursed for so long and no one had been the wiser? Belle tried to get more people to come to the palace to meet him, to participate in his welcome back ball, but very few came back.

"Maybe you should go home," one day Adam sighed, putting his head in her lap.

"I am home," Belle insisted, once again running her fingers through his hair.

"You know that's not what I meant. The townspeople... they are afraid of me. Your father still is cross with me, and how could I blame him? I kidnapped him and then you. I'm sorry," he muttered, nuzzling her leg and grabbing her thighs with his paw like hands, his long nails lightly scrapping her delicate skin there.

"Wherever you are is home to me," she purred, kissing the top of his head.

In the next room, Cogsworth was getting annoyed with Lumiere for once again flirting with the maids. It always caused such a mess. The large man grabbed Lumiere by the tie, tugging him closer to him.

"If you don't stop with this nonsense at once, I'm going to have to insist to the Master that you have a leave of absence, and where would you go if not here?" Cogsworth hisses, his mustache twitching as if they were hands on a clock ticking.

"Oh Cogsworth, my dear friend, are you jealous, mm? Do you miss us being, how would you say, stored together?" Lumiere smirked, looking up at the little man with a twinkle in his eyes.

Cogsworth blushed, letting go of the former candle. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Mm, don't be so quick to sweep, my dear friend. We could be stored together tonight if you like," he continued to smirk, the start of a flame sparking off the tip of a lock of hair, dying as the ember wafered between them.

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[chaotic-creator]

Oooh boy, brace yourselves, folks. My take on what I would've done with Doctor Who. I'm gonna start from the origins of The Flux and go to The Reality War. This is a brief overview, imo on what I would've done and what may spiral into a full-fledged fanfiction. Here we go:

Flux isn't a lab created science experiment of Tecteun. Tecteun caused so much chaos and moments random chance with her Division work that it allowed one of The Gods of Chaos from The Underverse to slip through

The first to come through is Flux, a living wave of destructive, cosmic energy, and the God of Destruction. Flux rages and twists, laughs, and demolishes, ripping apart The Universe proper until it is stopped. Like how Toymaker is beaten through games and Maestro through music, Flux is defeated by destruction, given too much put in its path.

In a last act of defiance before, It is banished back to the outskirts of The Universe, Flux rips a small hole in the fabric of reality. And given a bit of time and power, this tear becomes a new doorway. Allowing Chronicle, The God of Stories to enter the prime Universe.

Chronicle immediately gets to work, warping reality around The Doctor to create her "perfect story" of chaos and questioning, repeating and mirroring previous "stories" of The Doctor. She starts this by forcing 13 to regenerate into "14" giving back an old face and then sends "14" on his way, changing probability with her writing to put "14" right by Donna Noble.

Everything from then on is the work of Chronicle. "14" casting salt at the edge of the Universe is Chronicle mixing chance, chaos, and superstition to unleash her son, The Toymaker on reality. She rewrites The Time Lords to make bigeneration a thing, forcing "14" to still exist and creating "15" at the same time, knowing 2 Doctors is twice the chaos and twice the opportunity to release the rest of her family

Chronicle knows "15" will need a new companion, so she sets herself up next to a "regular human" named Ruby Sunday. Chronicle writes herself into her own story as Mrs Flood, knowing Ruby is much more than she seems. Knowing the truth of her biological mother. Ruby is the daughter of The Trickster, a living trap that The Doctor can not resist.

"15" goes through a slightly different Season 14/1. His adventures with Ruby are like reality is looping on him. He has lived this before. The chaos of these stories. When he wore the leather jacket, he had those big ears and travelled with Rose Tyler. Chronicle makes the stories similar. Criminal families, an adventure during a war, a look at the far future. Though "15" recognises that the Cybermen replace the Daleks, he met with Rose. Though he acknowledges that he is having some differences, as more Gods of Chaos make their way through, including Maestro and Perjury, the God of Lies

Along these adventures, "15" and Ruby notice Susan Triad scattered throughout their adventures, and they keep having snow appear around Ruby. The Doctor reluctantly goes to UNIT to see if they can help. It's here that Sutekh is revealed, bragging how he is one of The Gods of Chaos thanks to The Doctor. He boasts that he is the leader of The Pantheon, and he reveals the truth he was told. Ruby is a demigod, a living trap used to lure The Doctor here to be defeated and allow The Pantheon to all escape The Outerverse

"15" defeats Sutekh and undoes his dust of death, Ruby decides to stay with The Doctor after the reveal that the woman who dropped her off at the church was nothing but a slave of The Trickster. She hugs Carla goodbye, acknowledging Carla as her real mum this whole time. And we roll into Season 15/2. Where "15" is worried again, because he hasn't got an answer for why his adventures with Ruby echoed 9's adventures with Rose.

Season 15/2 now parallels Series 2 with 10 and Rose. We still get Belinda, but it allows for the season to be similar but different. Bel's visual similarity to Mundy Flynn is simply Chronicle using the same face because she's a God and mortals are beneath her. She just uses whatever is easiest for her. Chronicle figures out how to cause the last burst of chaos she needs to bring the entire Pantheon through. Unleash Omega, who with his time trapped in the Underverse, has become The God of Time.

Chronicle knows that Omega wishes to undo time itself and reestablish his people, the Time Lords as Gods of The Universe. If he was free, he would do it. Chronicle warps the story again into a situation similar to Wish World (but through her power and not Conrad Clark using a baby cos fuck Conrad). She uses doubt to fuel her search for wherever Omega was scattered. Unfortunately, she never finds Omega. She instead drags up The Beast, aka Koruptora or Krop Tor. The God of Fears

Krop Tor wants to be the only God, as his fellow God, Lux Imperator, had his disciples chain Krop Tor up (throwing back to The Beast saying he was imprisoned by The Disciples of The Light as Lux is God of Light). Krop Tor is ravaging reality and causing total terror. "15", "14" and Chronicle have to work together to save both the regular reality and the rest of The Pantheon. Chronicle realises what must be done. She has to undo her story that led them all there. But she's woven herself too deep into the story to escape it. She would have to sacrifice her godhood, her memories, and her power. In a moment of redemption for one of The Gods, Chronicle does just that.

She becomes harmless, old Mrs Flood, and reality heaves and warps and resets. Krop Tor is banished. But things change. "15" has in repeating stories because of Chronicle, and now he is free of the stories. We reset back to before Chronicle started her story. 13 regenerates into Ncuti Gatwa's 14th Doctor. We get a fast-paced montage of the new reality. 14 and Ruby through Season 14, then 14, Ruby and Belinda in Season 15. No Chronicle. Just Sutekh and The Beast. Team TARDIS still remembers everything, though

Belinda leaves the TARDIS as she never wanted to be there anyway, much less just because of some crazy God. Ruby also leaves, deciding to keep an eye on Mrs Flood as they're related through Ruby's connection to The Trickster. 14 flies off in his TARDIS with two missions in mind. Find his granddaughter Susan and discover who this mysterious Boss is

And that, ladies, gentlemen, and enbies. That is how I would've handled from Flux's introduction to The Reality War. Apologies for how long this got. I just kinda kept writing

Tagging folks I've talked to about this potential fic/showed interest in other asks.

@crypt--creature @darksideofparis @emilythezeldafan @jaycecoded @obsessedanddepressed

[myokk]

My question of the day:

How do you approach writing the Room of Requirement?

Do you have it be a room that changes based on what’s needed (ie a simple broom closet, the Room of Hidden Things, a place to keep the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore’s Army meeting place, etc), or do you treat it like how it is in-game, as kind of a customizable workshop with the vivariums? I’m just curious bc I’m writing about it now and I’m treating it more like the former, but I am positive that other people treat it like how it appears for us in the game🫶