#ehat a creature

[eviltransmasccatboypili]

squiddo posting help me the propaganda is getting to m

OH MY GOD IS THAT SQUIDDO MINECRAFT HERSELF OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SQUIDDO MINECRAFT!!!!!!!!!

[fruttymoment]

What the fuck is this creature that I've keep seeing.

[stitchwraith-stingers]

Stitchwraith help! I think your strawpage hates homosexuals...

I'm trying to send art but it keeps foiling me!!! First, it refreshed (ok tbh that might be my fault) and now it's lagging??? I keep clicking send anonymously but it's not working??? At least on my end... I don't really understand 😭... I have a strong internet connection... The homophobia... Have you received anything, by chance? I hope something survived 😞

IL check when I'm at home since I forgor my password to check in from my phone, but I have noticed that when I did go to my own strawpage, the view count wont go up like when it normally did

The site has been buggly for a good bit, I think for 2? Days it wouldnt show me the view count which was a nightmare for the same dophamine reseptors which would turn on the moment art fights count down then to 00:00, I had someone else tell me they had the same problem so idk

hopefully the problem will be fixed soon, I need my yuris

[averagecatdoodlesenjoyer]

i do like kitys. heres mine (hope this is ok to send)

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY OK TO SEND!!!! 1000000/🐱 PERFECT FORHEAD FOR KISSES!!!!!!

[magicalscrewup]

wHY ARE YOU HERE??????

I just got jumpscared by my autism creature ehat the fuck

[hellcifrogs]

Do you know ehat I really wish was explored more - Tsunade & Sakura mother/daughter vibes - that's her kid man, I wanted more of 'em together

Your creatures AU is gorgeous btw! Huuuuge fan - your art has really been popping off super hard recently, such a joy to witness!

Thanks! I'm slowly getting back to drawing as frequently as I like, hope to share more and more for you to enjoy :)

Even more than Sakura-Tsunade, I am particularly weak for Sakura-Shizune sister vibes!! Like Taka siblings, and Naruto-Nagato teacher brothers and actual Uzumaki cousins!

[rosegoldenatlas]

I have been writing lot of fics relating to Joel and his city lately, and I realized it doesn't have a name???? So until he thinks of one, I suggest a fanon name of:

雷 市 - pronounced léishi and means lightning city (I think I'm not Japanese so if you are tell me) Japanese cities are names after significant landmarks or things in the city so I thought the fact that it is very cyberpunky would be important.

Plus Léishi are forest creatures from Slavic myths so double points because Joel leans into more wild gardens and large forests and also referencing how his city is basically futuristic Mezalea (the entire concept of that kingdom being bringing life to the mesa) Also triple points cause Fuck Yeah Fae!Joel

[the-price-of-magic]

"Then we shall get the sword! And save the hatter!" Lizzy exclaims, a bit too loud as a creature starts to stalk them from the shadows.

Hyde hears singing and starts to look around before finally looking down and staring wide eyed at the singing flowers beneath them

Alice cradles Lizzy as they land in the shrubbery near a large building.

They’re both soaking wet as they had fallen through the Thames to end up here… wherever here was.

“Are you quite alright Lizzy?” Alice asks.

Not minding that the shrub had cut her exposed neck. And a bit of blood dripped down.

“I don’t believe we are still in London…” she mutters.

“But this is not Wonderland. Its colors are far too drab…” she said as she noted the grey sky. Rain poured pleasantly. “It smells lovely doesn’t it?”

@next-door-alice

Lizzy uses her sleeve to brush away the blood, standing up and helping her sister out of the bush. "It feels... Wrong... we shouldn't be here... we should have gone to wonderland, why aren't we in wonderland?" She looks around, disappointed by her surroundings though it's obvious from how her gaze lingers in empty corners that she's not seeing the same things as her older sister

[sea-lanterns]

furina losing NNN in a few days help 😭😭 shes so cute. would u elaborate on how she'd lose/ehat made her give in

You.

If you’re dating Furina by the time NNN rolls around, there is not a chance in hell that Furina would pass without a single orgasm. You could be doing anything remotely unsexual, cooking food, washing the dishes, just getting out of bed, yet Furina would think you’re the hottest creature on the planet and cling to your back while whining “please oh please fuck me I need to touch you nowwww.”

Furina gets so incredibly whiny that you have no choice but to give in to her horny cries. She just gets so clingy and pathetic, it ends with the two of you losing NNN simply because Furina gets too turned on at every little thing you do :(

It’s like once she’s told she can’t get horny, suddenly everything you do makes her get horny <3

[sorrowmoons]

The one who listens

Skye in her eldritch form for an Au me and @wigglyobsessedweirdo are working on! Here is Skyes lore <33

A being of large mass—Midnight black fur and a mix of feathers. Lanky and flexible—like a cat. But strong and ravenous like a hounds. Past the feathers and fur, lies the rest of her body—a silk and smooth softness. But upon further inspection—a multitude of stars glimmer faintly on her skin. Almost.. glowing. Slowly moving and rotating across her body. Like a galaxy formed into a body.

Her four ears provide immensely powerful hearing. She can picture what she hears clearly—able to pinpoint a sound no human could dare to hear. Her eyes, one vibrant like the moon and the other black like its shadow. She can see through the darkest of darks.

A being able to control shadows, manipulate them to her will. She moves between every and all shadows.. always listening—always watching. She watches your dreams in the night. She watches what happens—the cruelty that happens when the sun sets, and the moon rises.

A being filled with sorrow, pain, and grief. She was cursed with this body. A life forged by fate—she was the reincarnation of the ever so powerful Eldritch, Amayak. The embodiment and guardian of the Moon. Centuries back, Amayak was symbol of peace and tranquillity—but she had a counter part. A different… personality. One that perceived the world differently—had a mind of its own. It was able to overcome Amayak—possessing her body to fully take over. The dark side of the moon. It marked Skye—promising the future of the mortal.

The Shadowed Amayak corrupted and possessed Skye. Manipulated her into evils of the world, manipulated her into believing ehat was good and bad. But, thankfully, she was able to overcome the Shadowed Amayak—destroying what was left of it. Amayak returned to herself as she had always been on the inside—a being of calm and peace. But this did not erase the effects on both Amayak and Skye. Both had to live with the remnants of the evil and corrupt they forged on earth.

Skye remained in this—form. A creature capable of true monstrosities. But, with the new guidance of the true Amayak—they will continue to contain what was left of the evil—become the symbols of peace they needed to be.

Being Amayaks Reincarnate, she takes on the abilities and powers of Amayak. Although, most of her powers are still yet to be developed. But, for now, she watches over in the shadows. The shadows are Skyes domain—relishing in the quietness of it. Within these shadows—she sees and hears everything. Death, grief, happiness,, everything. She can see what others don’t. Lies being told. She, on her own free will, send signs of warnings. She can send symbols of lost loved ones, too. Things they used to like—their favourite objects, colours, animals, etc.

She has become a staple of liars and thieves. A symbol that when you think no one is watching—there is always someone watching. Watching cruel and evil acts being committed. No one knows what she truly looks like—but most tie her to crows. If you see a crow—take it as a sign of her watching.

So, she has no worshipers. More of a concept to people—a concept that there IS someone watching. And she can be forgiving, or she can send karma back to you.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Not a monster

Daryl Dixon x reader

A Beauty and the Beast inspired fic requested by @deansapplepie. Hope you enjoy!

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No one ever initially believed you were the head of the hunting crew.

You looked more like someone who'd work an office with how undamaged your skin was and how neat your hair looked.

But that quickly changed when you took the new guys out for their first trip after training.

The group set out early, trekking through the forest and taking out stray walkers to avoid herds forming.

The new guys in the back joked about everything, not taking the trip serious at all after being briefed about the monster living in the cabin ehat hunted these grounds as well.

There were lots of walkers flooding into the area lately, which made the new guy stepping into one of the beast's traps and screaming out in pain even worse than it would be.

Walkers piled out of the greenery around you and your group was easily outnumbered. Behind you one of your teammates screamed in terror and a shot was fired, hearing a roar in the distance signaling the beast was near as well, and it wouldn't be happy just being shot.

While the beast circled your location, its leg healing over time the walkers were taking out your crew one by one. As the horse shrunk with every single one you and your best fighters took out, your group thinned out as well to the point of having to run.

You figured out which direction the beast was in and bolted for the other end of the woods with the two remaining members of your squad.

But that didn't last long as one got grabbed ny a walker and the other one stumbled and suffered the same fate of becoming dinner. In the second of distraction you disn't see the cabin coming into view signaling you were about to run back into a minefield of traps set to keep not only the dead out, but humans as well.

With one wrong step your ankle got caught and twisted, dropping you to the floor and wincing in pain. Backing up against a tree to hide from any and all creatures was your best option while you dug through your pack only to remember the medkit was on the one guy who now stumbled along between the dead.

Heavy steps caught your attention as the massive form of the beast came into view. Slow strides as you held your gun pointed right at it, breaths evening out and ready to take the shot as you dropped the gun with a sigh.

Why even shoot the thing? Yeah it was a monster but now that you gave it a thought, you had never seen it kill anyone.

Okay no it did. It killed the guy who shot it just now. But the rest of your crew was offed by walkers, not by the beast.

The beast saw you drop the gun and noticed your hurt ankle and empty bag. He could easily take you out and end your hunting. God knows how many times he had to jank a bolt out of his being after you had caught up with him. But killing you would be a waste. He had heard you talk about him. Pass on the lies that she had been fed herself and made to believe to be true. He never wanted war. He just wanted to be left alone and live in his woods wirhout humans hunting him because he looked different and couldn't speak.

The beast kept approaching. Had you made the last mistake of your life? You hid your face and peeked between your fingers as it stalked closer, readying to pounce. You winced as it set off.

But the crunching and snarling came from behind you, amd you clearly weren't dead.

Turning to look behind the tree you saw it tear into a walker and throw it into another one. His claws dug through the rotting bodies with ease and snatched up your now undead friend only to crush his skull and take the pack he carried into its maw and shaking voilently until it detached from the body.

You followed its movements as it returned to your location and dropped the pack at your feet, but to no avail as you passed out only a second later.

You woke up way more comfortable than you expected, in a large pile of soft furs next to a softly burning fireplace. You stirred and turned around to take in your surroundings but in all honesty had no idea where you were. You spotted borh your pack and the one your friend carried the medkit in off to the side, and the whole place looked almost like a luxurious vacation cabin.

Wait. A cabin..

You shot up, letting out a pained cry and remembering you hurting your ankle. You took the pelt off your legs and saw your ankle all bandaged up messily.

You decided to stay seated and give the place a proper once over.

Above the fireplace hung a large deer skull and antlers decorated the surrounding walls along with different hides that served as curtains.

Bones served as handles, or candle holders wrapped together with twine. There were chairs and a table but those were against a wall and covered in items, clearly not being used. Behind you fhe sound of a door opening startled you as the cabin's owner made its way in. You were close to tears with how scared you were, now seeing the beast up close and personal.

In its clawed hand it held rabbits. Fur bloody and necks snapped.

With a low grumble they were tossed at your feet.

He was a little proud of himself, because if all of this were in other times he’d tell you to starve to death and throw a torn open rabbit on you.

It turned around then, walking over to the other end of the cabin to rummage around before returning to your side with something small in its hand.

Or, something not so small as it was handed to you. It was a knife carved out of animal bone, handed to you so you could skin it and roast it over the fireplace.

The beast moved like a human, just hunched over and a lot less refined. It used its hands like one too, just not as gentle.

"Thankyou." Your voice was quietas you moved off the pile of furs to make sure not to get any blood on them as you skinned the animals for dinner.

You got a low hum in return before it retreated to another pile of furs to lay down on.

After pulling an old rag from your bag you messily skinned one of the animals and stuck it onto your hunting knife, holding it as close to the fire as your hands let you.

You were so focused on not burning your food and hands that you hadn't heard the creature move to lay onto the pile of furs behind you until his hip nudged against your back. The sudden touch spooked you, causing you to drop the knife. Unable to pick it out of the fire without the right tools you sighed in defeat before a claw nudged the knife handle into reach and picked it up in between the thick pads of his fingers.

He had held his gaze on the woman for a while before deciding to join her against his better judgement. He'd never admit it out loud but he was shy. He no longer had his human form to blend in with others and lost rhe ability to speak after living in isolation for so long. He was self consious about his large frame, sharp teeth and pointed claws. Those were signs of a monster. But he wasn't a monster at all. A beast maybe, but no monster but how was he gonna show that.

With all his ovwrthinking he had misjudged hia position and bumped into you, quickly helping you get your dinner out of the fire when you dropped it thanks to his clumsiness.

"Thankyou." Your smile warmed his heart more than the fireplace ever could and he gave a content hum in return.

He kept the rabbit closd to the fire, his paws being way more fire resistant than your hands.

He hoped this act could be seen as a peace offering. A sign that he wasn't a ruthless killer but just a creature that lived near their home. Her strange looking neighbor.

He had seen her hunt, she was so good at what she did and he knew they'd make a fantastic team.

If only he knew how to tell her. So for now he handed her the cooked rabbit and laid down just a little closer against her.

"Thankyou" You had only said that one single word to him three times now, placing a hand in his thick fur without really thinking about it. It felt to soft you absentmindedly started stroking his fur and playing with it, watching how almost your entire lower arm disappeared in the long strands on his neck.

With the rabbit mostly picked clean you put it aside and continued to warm yourself on the beast, now fully aware of your actions and its lack of angry response.

"You're so soft." His ears perked up at your words. "You like being scratched?" He rumbled a positive sounding answer, so you went on. Now that you could get a good look at him you started seeing how gorgeous his blue eyes were. The scar that ran over one side of his face long settled and grey patches that indicated his older age. More scars littered his skin, most of them hidden away under his long fur but others still clearly visible. You traced some with your fingertips and eyed him all over, following the darkest fur that stretched over his spine all the way down to his wrapped up tail. His hindlegs were fhe size of your entire torso and you almost had the urge to move over and squeeze the muscle just to get a feel of how strong his legs were. The muscles in his arms were so well defined , fhe fur shorter and following the lines of his body perfectly. Your hands followed the direction all the way to his large clawed hands that held onto your knife so gently earlier.

"You understand me, don't you?" He nodded yes, rolling over onto his side to look at you as he pointed at himself and then at you. You could see the gears turning behind his eyes. Clearly having no clue how to communicate with you. He pouted like a child and whined as hw couldn't get his words across. You dug around in your pack and managed to pull out scraps of paper and a pencil, offering it to him and wondering if he could write.

He took the pencil from you, looking more like a toothpick in his large paws and tried to scribble something.

It was hard to decypher but you managed to read it.

"Daryl Dixon? That's you?" He nodded again. You gave him your name in ex hange and he sat up next to you, taking a deep breath and preparing for ..something.

He opened his mouth and a noise that vaguely resembled your name came out before a cough rattled him. You fished your canteen from your bag and undid the cap before handing it to him.

The half full canteen that would have lasted you a while was gulped down in seconds but it did help.

But this time instead of trying to thank you with words, he bumped his snout against you and rubbed it on your skin.

When your hand reached up to rub between his ears he picked you up and pulled you against him. Your back hit his chest with a squeal, turning in his grasp the second your sides hit the pile of furs. "So you've always been like this?" You scooted back a little so you could see more than just his grey chin and he shook his head no.

"Were you like me?" He gave it a thought but decided yes was the easiest answer. He had no idea how to explain he got cast out for being different and stuck in this form because of his anger, to this day unable to turn back thanks to the humans that kept the anger burning all this time.

You made a face and moved around, your belt and holsters becoming uncomfortable in this position.

A curious look followed your wiggling hips and a finger came to hook into your belt and pull a bit.

"What?" He pulled softly again and pointed at your pack. Point at pants, point at bag.

"Are you seriously asking me to undress?" You scoffed at him as his eyes went wide, shaking his head no before changing his mind and wiggling his hand in a 'so-so' gesture.

"Get me a blanket and I'll get rid of the uncomfortable layers. Just because I'm not planning on walking out of here on my busted ankle."

He agreed to your request and moved to fetch his prettiest deer pelt for you, fully intending to let you keep it when you decide to leave him again.

He returned with the pelt and offered to drape it over you and when you accepted, gently doing so, letting you squirm out of your jeans and jacket underneath it and tossing the items with your bags.

You pulled the pelt up all the way to your chin, suddenly feeling exposed in just your underwear and a tanktop.

A noise like a laugh left your beastly companion's lips as he again pulled you close to him, keeping the pelt wrapped around your body.

You warmed up in an instant, relaxing against his body and feeling ..safe.

You only now realized that being there, with the beast that you had religiously hunted before, you felt safest when he held you close.

He felt you relax and had to refrain himself from doing what he wished to do.

So he waited for you to turn to face him so his could scoot back and look you in the eyes as he tried to ask you something.

He took a finger and pressed the pad against your lips and then moving it to his as he tilted his head in question.

"You.. you want a kiss?" Daryl carefully nodded in reply, begging he hadn't overstepped. But you only laughed kindly. "What? Are you some kind of prince that needs his curse broken by a kiss? Like in that frog story?"

He rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his back with a huff. Of course he wasn't taken seriously here, but who cared anyways. He turned back and nodded at you. Who knew, maybe someone showing him genuine love would cure his anger and let him shift back.

"Alright then, you. Come here." You lifted your hands to grab at his muzzle so you could give him a kiss. It was soft and quick.

And the next one a little less quick. A large paw reached for your lower back and slowly snuck even lower to pinch your soft flesh while he happily lapped at your lips and cheeks.

A yawn escaped your lips. Even if you didn't do much, today was eventful, and with the warmth Daryl was giving off you could fall right asleep.

He let you turn around before catching you in his arms and slowly drift off to sleep.

In the middle of the night you felt him stir behind you, his breathing heavy before the horrifying sound of bones cracking shook you wide awake. Not daring to turn around you let it all happen, and only when fhe sound died down and all you heard were even breaths you dared to turn around.

Next to you laid a man. Covered in the beast's scars, with his hair the same shade of brown. You couldn't see much more of him in the dim candle light.

He shivered as he laid nude on the furs, so you took the end of your blanket and put it over him, moving closer and warming him up until you fell asleep again.

In the morning you were woken up by a ray of sun deciding to shine right into your eyes.

You whined and stretched, finding your now human companion still sleeping peacefully under the pelt with you.

One part of you wanted to get up and eat, but the other begged to stay right where you were.

The decision ended up being made for you as an arm stretched out and pulled you against a warm torso.

"G'morn." The gruff voice almost startled you, not realising Daryl would be able to speak again in his human form.

"Good morning to your too." You smiled at his tired self, taking in the details of him.

The scar that ran across his eye was even more visible now, and the beard he sported as a beast still there, just shorter but just as grey.

The bits of skin that were visible due to the cover shifting overnight held several inked pieces all over. A heart on his chest, a tiny cross and a cursive text so bled out and faded it held no meaning anymore as well as a small winged creature on his upper arm. You stared for a while and looked back up to find him staring right back at you.

His eyes were still just as blue as before, and it fascinated you how he was easily recognisable even in this form.

He smiled at you. A soft smile, one that showed he was content with his current situation.

"So, I guess either that kiss worked or you're a horrible, lying person." His laugh sounded nice, better than the one from yesterday. You liked this laugh a lot.

"Worked like a charm. Yer kisses were sweet." There was a certain drawl to his speech, but he spoke well for someone who spent his time as a beast and never had anyone to talk to.

Your stomach rumbled and you giggled in embarrasment. Daryl smiled and took the pelt off you to wrap afound himself as he got up and dug around underneath the forgotten table to fish out a box. It seemed to hold clothes, perhaps his own old ones. After he got dressed he gave gou back the warm pelt, but not before giving you a once over.

You watched as Daryl dug through a large basket at the other end of the cabin. When he returned he handed you a large bowl with fruits you recognised as the ones your community grew just outside the walls.

Of course that low fence wouldn't keep him out. You thanked him for what felt like the millionth time.

"Why did you save me? We've been hunting you for ages." Ylu looked down and poked at the apple for a bit.

"Ya were told I was a monster, so ya were scared." He sits down with now, patting your leg so you move for him to sit closer. "Ya ya droped the gun, stopped bein' hostile."

The smallest smile appeared on your face at the real truth of that action. "I had given up. Saw no way out of that. But also something sounded off about a monster being able to set those intricate traps."

You ate as you talked, Daryl stealing some berries and going to roast the leftover rabbit before it started rotting.

Tou liked your home in Alexandria, but still you spent your day thinking of an excuse to go there to pack up and go back home to your beastman.

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I learned that I have way less memory of the original animated movie. I hope this is still good omg.

[mirensiart]

Heard we were sending pet photos

Let the creature be upon ye!

EHAT A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE <3333

[skullsterritory]

I want to make more creatures of sonaria cosplay skins who sjould I make

The guys who I have made skins of under the cut

GIGA Queen (Moonelle) (glimmer)

Lancer (Sturbi) (also glimmer)

Jevil (Phyremia) (also glimmer)

Another Jevil in a different category because he isn't glimmer (Lenarabu. Idk why i made him that)

Assorted Spamton NEOs because GOD autism gives me no breaks (Celeritas, Moonelle, Urzuk. All 3 are glimmer. Maybe an unused Nyxasolyx (??) skin if I didn't delete it. Someone get me out of here.)

Mask (Coroika) (Urzuk) (NOT glimmer. Stupid loser boy)

Mettaton EX (Moonelle, Ibetchi, & a WIP Axothan)

Tasque Manager (Ibetchi & Maiueve)

The demons are telling me to go make more deltarune and coroika skins but I want the PEOPLE'S opinions

[smallz-o]

gonna headcoanon dump about my tr!tubbo hexblood thing

im getting a bit loose with the logistics of his turning bc its not dnd mechanics but basically i think the keepers were the ones to turn him after a deal (still working out ehat the deal is well get to it later) but i feel like it kind of explains the keepers soft spot for him. no matter how much he rejects it (or remembers from the reset) hes still considered "coven"

i feel like he was a wood elf before being turned. which could kind of tie in to why he can communicate with his butterfly and summon snail army (hes not as in touch with nature as he was before BUT he has a decent influence on the keeper's semi-fabricated creatures seeing ass they got keeper magic n shit

[ironsuncicada]

honestly thought this was something that i dreamt but no they did actually try to diagnose Anders with tourettes syndrome

brother EHAT IS YOUR EVIDENCE ?? i have probably watched this creature more closely than you ever have and no tics

me when i accidentally spend years planning an attack & building a fertilizer bomb completely undetected and then go & shoot 69 people because its just one of my tourettes tics guys ☺️

man were they even trying with this one

[cheryyy-valancce]

Guys PLEASE send me asks!! Idgaf about ehat the asks are about, they can be silly things or serious questions, i just need content ideas because im INCREDIBLY bored

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