#But they also have humanoid form that’s not like 100+ feet tall

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 205

Now let it be said that not a single one of their team (“Does it count as a team if it’s just the three of us?” “Um, what about the Superman clone here??” “Four was the same number of the original League, so yeah we’re a team!”) were expecting to stumble across much of anything deeper in the Cadmus Labs. 

They’d already discovered- and released- the super secret super-boy clone after all, so that was the big thing discovered and taken care of! Only they had uh, found something else, another tube even deeper with the room practically frozen, while trying to find the way out. 

Now normally, opening the big tube would be a bad idea! But they had a bunch of creatures and security and whoever else on their tails, and hey, why not fight fire with fire and escape while everything was distracted? 

Only when things start to defrost they- the sidekicks who are not sidekicks thanks- are really alarmed and starting to worry about what the fuck is inside. Because the cryogenic-liquid-whatever tube is way bigger than they thought, and the files that Robin hacked refers to whatever is inside as a quote, potentially world-ending dangerous entity. 

And it’s not even fully defrosted before it starts to break free. One clawed hand- and then another, and another and another- grip onto the broken material, green dripping from where tubes were shrugged free. Its hair shifts and weaves in the air as though underwater, opalescent and each strand shimmering a different color. 

It’s absolutely massive, humanoid with long tapered ears and a cacophony of differently shaped horns floating above its head. They’re wary, suddenly remembering every single lecture about dangerous unknowns as it shakes the liquid from a body that appears almost scaled, eight arms easily lifting itself so that it may step out. 

They’re also suddenly reminded of the danger they’re in from other things when there’s a crash against the door, like one of those gynomorph tank things had slammed against it. It also causes the being’s head to snap up from where they were seemingly watching the liquid pool beneath them, nine eyes opening from their previously half-lidded position. 

A deep rumbling noise echoed around the room as it stopped slouching, showing just how tall it was while three tails lashed in what was obviously some sort of agitation. When they speak, it’s not in any language the three of them know, but Superboy’s head snaps from the door towards them, eyes suddenly wide in child-like wonder. 

(“Oh! It’s a baby~”)

Why yes, Even more of Tiamat Class Prompts- but Humanoid!

[thecreaturecodex]

Striggore

“Summoning of the Striggore” © Wicked Foundations Games and Accessories, by Christophe Young.

[Commissioned by Soluman Blevins. From the 3pp book Tales of Terror: Dark Menagerie. As I mentioned in the previous entry for the scopitera, I hate the misogynistic tropes that are incorporated into the Striggore. The look is cool, but that giant gaping maw is explicitly a vagina in the original, leading to a pocket dimension called the Unwomb, and she has various menstrual blood-based attacks. My goal here, therefore, was to capture some of the mechanics of the original while simultaneously making Striggore less intensely sexist. I also, rarely for me, delved into the mythic rules for this in order to keep the original CR but at least explore and expand on why people might actually worship the Tiller of Flesh.]

Striggore CR 18 LE Aberration This ghastly giant is humanoid, but appears to have been torn open. From its ribs to its hips is a bleeding gash, from which arms probe and caress and jagged bones protrude like fangs. Its actual arms and legs are long and thin, its head and shoulders are a tangled mass of branches and moss forming a crown of horns, and an incongruously calm mask serves it as a face.

The Striggore, the Tiller of Flesh, was originally an attempt by the Eldest to create a new variety of Tane, but the creature proved impossible to control and was imprisoned in the First World. She was released by a coven of powerful hags, who were not powerful enough and were rapidly devoured by the Striggore. The Striggore’s mind burned with desire for expansion and conquest, and she set herself up as a living goddess, a figure of fertility who would intercede directly in the lives of her followers. Those who worship the Striggore are rewarded with ample crop growth and protection from other monstrous creatures, but must sacrifice humanoids to her on a regular basis in order to maintain these blessings. Natural cycles of growth, birth and death become warped in her presence. Some creatures are born fiendish, whereas others are simply deformed, and monstrous plants spontaneously grow from normal seeds in forests where the Tiller of Flesh walks.

The Striggore’s goal in combat is to consume, adding the life force of her enemies to her own. Her very presence is awe-inspiring, and those that succumb to her frightful presence are struck mute, either in respect or horror. She uses her stunning glare to cause prey to drop their weapons and lose actions, then grabs them and shoves them into the gaping orifice that splits her from chest to pelvis. This mouth leads not to a normal digestive system, but to the Craw, a pocket dimension from which most victims never escape. Some undead remnants of the Tiller of Flesh’s prey may survive in the Craw, adding a new element of danger to those swallowed.

The Tiller of Flesh never speaks, in fact cannot speak, but understands all languages and can communicate telepathically. The scopitera, mutant parasitoid butterflies, are her spies, and she can see through their eyes from afar. The Striggore’s realm is currently an enormous conifer forest, with communities of worshipers scattered within it and at its boundaries. Her goal is to spread her cult, and ultimately to achieve true divinity. One tactic she is considering is reproduction; there is only one of the Striggore for now, but she is attempting to find a ritual that will allow her to spawn more of herself.

The Striggore stands twenty feet tall. She is immortal until slain, and some of her cults have persisted for centuries.

Striggore               CR18/MR7 XP 153,600 LE Huge aberration Init +17 (M); Senses darkvision 60 ft., lifesense 60 ft., Perception +23 Aura frightful presence (100 ft., Will DC 26) Defense AC 33, touch 20, flat-footed 26 (-2 size, +6 Dex, +1 dodge, +13 natural, +5 sacred) hp 306 (20d8+160 plus 56) Fort +19, Ref +17, Will +22 DR 15/cold iron and epic; Immune acid, disease, exhaustion, fatigue, mind-influencing abilities, paralysis, poison; SR 33 Defensive Abilities font of life, freedom of movement, natural blessing Offense Speed 80 ft. Melee 2 slams +22 (2d10+9/19-20 plus grab), gore +22 (3d8+9) Space 15 ft. Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks breath weapon (60 ft. cone, Ref DC 28, 20d6 acid, 1d4 rounds), mythic magic, mythic power (7/day, 1d10), rake (bite +22, 4d6+9), silencing presence, stunning glare, swallow whole (special) Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +24 (+28 casting defensively) Constant—freedom of movement, tongues At will—arboreal hammer (M), command plants (DC 20), detect magic, dimension door (D), greater command (DC 21), plant growth 3/day—control plants (DC 24), quickened cure critical wounds (DC 20) (M), finger of death (DC 23) (M), greater dispel magic, harm (DC 22) (M), heal (DC 22) (M), quickened terrible remorse (DC 20), wall of thorns (M) 1/day—antipathy (DC 24), horrid wilting (DC 24), sympathy (DC 24), unholy aura (DC 24) (M) = can be used in conjunction with mythic magic Statistics Str 28, Dex 22, Con 26, Int 21, Wis 21, Cha 23 Base Atk +15; CMB +26 (+30 when grappling); CMD 31 Feats Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Dodge (M), Improved Critical (slam), Improved Initiative (M), Quicken SLA (cure critical wounds, terrible remorse), Power Attack (M), Vital Strike (M) Skills Bluff +19, Climb +15, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, geography, planes, religion) +18, Knowledge (nature) +21, Perception +23, Sense Motive +20, Spellcraft +21, Stealth +35, Survival +21, Swim +15, Use Magic Device +18; Racial Modifiers +20 Stealth Languages tongues, telepathy 500 ft. SQ divine source, planar acclimation, quiescent, shudderspy Ecology Environment cold and temperate forests Organization unique Treasure triple standard Special Abilities Breath Weapon (Su) A creature that takes acid damage from the Striggore’s breath weapon must succeed a DC 28 Fortitude save or take half that damage again on the beginning of its next turn. The save DC is Constitution based. Divine Source (Ex) The Striggore can grant up to 7th level cleric spells when worshipped as a deity. Her domains are Evil, Law and Plant, her subdomains are Growth and Tyranny, and her favored weapon is the greatclub. Font of Life (Ex) The Striggore heals from both positive and negative energy effects. Mythic Magic (Sp) The Striggore may spend a point of mythic power to use one of her spell-like abilities as if it were the mythic version of that spell. Natural Blessing (Su) When outside in a natural environment, the Striggore gains a sacred bonus to her AC and saving throws equal to her Wisdom modifier. Planar Acclimation (Ex) The Striggore never gains the extraplanar subtype, no matter what plane she is on. Quiescent (Su) The Striggore is supernaturally stealthy. She does not make any noise unless she chooses to, and can make Stealth checks to hide from blindsense or blindsight. She can still be detected normally with lifesense or thoughtsense. This grants her a +20 racial bonus to Stealth checks. Silencing Presence (Ex) A creature that fails its save against the Striggore’s frightful presence cannot speak for as long as the fear effect lasts. Shudderspy (Su) By concentrating, the Striggore can see through the eyes of any scopitera within 1 mile. While doing so, she uses the scopitera’s sensory abilities, but can make Perception checks with her own modifiers. The Striggore is treated as being blind when concentrating in this manner, unless she can see herself through that scopitera’s eyes. Stunning Glare (Su) As a swift action, the Striggore can cast her glance at a creature within 30 feet. If that creature fails a DC 26 Will save, it is stunned for 1 round. This is treated as a gaze attack for the purposes of avoiding the effect. The save DC is Charisma based. Swallow Whole (Su) Creatures swallowed by the Striggore are transported to the Craw, a demiplane in the form of a fleshy hollow cube 40 feet across. Creatures in the Craw are not considered grappled or pinned, but take 10d6 points of negative energy damage each round (Fort DC 28 negates). The save DC is Constitution based. If a creature dies from negative energy damage in the Craw, the Striggore heals 10d6 points of damage. A creature can cut its way out of the Striggore’s Craw by attacking its walls; they have an AC of 23, 30 hit points, and the same damage reduction, immunities and spell resistance as the Striggore. A creature that deals 30 points of damage to the Craw is ejected in an adjacent space to the Striggore, but the Striggore is unharmed.

[manta-bae]

Manta-Bae Masterpost

Be that bae the manta way 🌊

Manta-baes are species of anthropomorphic manta rays! They can prevail in both aquatic and terrestrial realms. They also have a tiny cute manta-baby form!!!

It’s an open species!!! Designs are very flexible!!! Make your own manta-baes and manta-babies!!!! Join the squadron!

MANTA FACT: A group of manta rays is called a squadron!

Links

(click on underscored text!)

Read below the cut to see traits and examples!

Manta-Bae Rules — Be kind! Make a splash!

Manta-Bae FAQ — Common questions about the species are answered here!

F2U Bases / Manta Base Database [soon] — Don’t want to draw your manta-bae from scratch? Snag free bases here! (Picrew soon when I feel like it)

Masterlist / MantaList [soon] — The species’ masterlist, or more properly named the MantaList is a place where you can find approved manta-baes! Approval is entirely optional! You can submit your manta-bae to be showcased in the MantaList by filling this form.

ToyHouse World / The Manta Bay [soon] — Join the squadron of manta-baes and submit your manta-baes here!

Discord / D’Manta Bay [soon] — Interact with the manta-bae community! Chat! Share art! Share manta-baes! Share adopts! Be silly! MANTA-MOJIS?! NO WAY!!!

• Basic Traits

Manta-Bae

This is the form a manta-bae could poof into once they mature into an adult! You can freely adopt ANY other trait into your manta-bae character beyond the specified basics below! Go crazy with markings and colors!

Anatomy — Manta-baes stand upright on two legs, with a human-like body structure. Their heights ranges from 100-230cm tall! Their arms are imbued within their fins, resembling the wings of a manta ray. This unique feature of theirs is called a mantle. Their mantles usually start around the sides of their head to the upper sides of their neck and diverges from their humanoid forms around their shoulder blades and armpits. They have tails that begin at the end of their mantles. On top of that, they have cephalic fins around their face or mouth and can be upright or droop downwards. Their skin has a sleek, glistening texture to aid in swimming. Nubby feet are not necessary!

Coating — A coating of slime or mucus on their skin is optional. It makes them slippery and is especially convenient for manta-baes who find themselves spending more time underwater. A manta-bae’s slime coating is much more resistant to oils than real life manta rays, so it’s fine to be touched by anyone of any skin!

MANTA FACT: The mucus coating in real life manta rays protects them by repelling bacteria. Oils from your hand could harm this mucous coating and make the manta rays more susceptible to infections or the rapid peeling of skin. So, hands off the rays!

Manta-Baby

All manta-baes have a manta-baby form but not all manta-babies have a manta-bae form. This is the form manta-baes assume before maturity. Basically a mini manta-bae. When mature, they can choose to poof into this form whenever they feel like it. You can freely adopt ANY other trait into your manta-baby character beyond the specified basics below! Go crazy with markings and colors!

Anatomy — Manta-babies, as the name suggests, is a manta-bae in baby form. I personally call it the pancake form. These forms resemble real-life manta rays but are more reminiscent of plushie manta rays than their actual living counterparts. Their disc length (this refers to the length between their mouth and the base of their tail) ranges from 10-30cm.

MANTA FACT: Rays in real life can range from 60cm (Mobula diabolis) to 700cm (Manta birostris) wide. Big girls!!!

Coating — All manta-babies possess a coating of slime in this form whether or not their manta-bae forms have it too or not.

• Example Manta-Baes

I present to you, the first manta-bae and debatably the species’ mascot: Nautica (they/she)!

By @anonymocha /// You can ask them silly questions or just ask stuff about the species here! I am well aware about how they look like a rabbid.

Lemon (they/them)

By @skal98k /// “THEY ARE THERE” -Skal

Eva (she/her) :3

By @anonymocha /// She is an established character who I turned into a manta-bae.

More will be added soon once I return to the sea to catch them :3

Thanks for reading! 🌊 Have a question or just want to chat? Contact me at @anonymocha here or Discord! You can also ask Nautica!

[typing-noises]

mythological creatures (part 1)

hi guys, this is audrey and I am back :D it’s also me taking over for this week!! hereeee are some cool mythological creatures you could add to your wip…part 1’s focus will be some scandinavian, irish and japanese mythological creatures 🐍🧚🧟

scandinavian

elves: can take the form of dimunitive faerie spirits or tall, ethereal humanoids. associated with early morning mist or twilight specifically in swedish folklore. it’s said they dance in the low-lying mist during dusk or dawn and you can hear birdsong. little mushrooms sprout where their feet have danced.

fossegrimmen (norwegian)/strömkarlen (swedish): a water creature taking the form of a young man who sits naked while playing music on a fiddle underneath waterfalls. can teach humans how to play his music if they steal a piece of meat for him.

huldra (norwegian)/skogsrå (swedish): a forest creature who takes the form of a beautiful woman with an animal tail (often a cow or a fox tail) and a back resembling a hollowed out tree. known for being kind to charcoal burners by watching their kilns while they slept. some tales say that she seduces men by hiding her tail in a knot under her skirt.

kraken: giant, squid-esque monster from nordic folktales that can drown entire ships by wrapping its tentacles around them

lindwyrm/lindworm (danish): a limbless serpent that emits poison. grows fatter over time from the humans it consumes. legends say it likes coiling up around churches to prevent people from going to sermons.

trolls: forest dwellers with grotesque appearances; short limbs, slime-covered skin and fat bellies. known to live in family units inside caves or mountains. intrinsically connected to nature and not particularly aggressive towards humans but can be cunning tricksters.

valkyries: beautiful, female warriors who descend on battlefields to bring fallen warriors to valhalla (heaven promised to vikings)

irish

changelings: faerie babies that are swapped with human babies by faerie parents

banshee: a female figure who wails or shrieks to warn of an incoming death. can take various forms such as an old woman, a woman in white or a shroud, though it’s her wail and red eyes from weeping that can be used to identify her.

dobhar-chú: a half dog-half otter creature that lives in bodies of water and eats human flesh.

dullahan: a faerie that takes the form of a headless rider on a black horse. some folktales say that he uses a human spine as a whip and can foretell deaths – when he calls out your name, your death is imminent.

faeries: one of the most well-known creatures in irish folklore. they are split into two categories: unseelie faeries are known to be more troublesome while seelie faeries are more helpful towards humans.

fear gorta: legend emerged during the great irish famine in the 1940s. symbolises the spirit of starvation and takes the form of an emaciated, old man begging for food. generous passers-by are rewarded with good fortune

leprechaun: a small, humanoid being who loves being mischievous and playing tricks

pooka: a shapeshifter with bright, golden eyes who can transform into any form. it’s able to speak, confuse and terrify.

redcap: a malevolent goblin who can be found in castle ruins. described as taking the form of a short, old man. known for soaking his cap in the blood of unwary travellers who try to seek refuge in his lair.

japanese

tanuki: shapeshifting racoon-dogs known to be tricksters who enjoy playing pranks on and stealing money from passing travellers for fun

tsukumogami: household objects turned into spirits after acquiring a kami (spirit) of their own when living for 100 years. generally considered harmless but can be vengeful to the humans that abandoned them.

kappa: has amphibian and reptilian features – slimy, scaly skin in various shades of green, webbed toes and fingers. all kappa have turtle shells on their backs, beak-like mouths and are said to carry bowls on their heads with liquid inside that is said to be their life force. not necessarily friendly and known to lure humans into their rivers to drown them.

jorogumo: evil spider demons who disguise themselves as women to hunt for human flesh

kitsune: intelligent, mythical foxes with the ability to shapeshift. can be symbols of both good and evil in Japanese folklore. the most powerful kitsune were the nine-tailed foxes who had infinite knowledge. kitsune would grow a new tail for every 100 years they were on earth.

onryō: restless ghosts with long, unkempt hair and blue-tinted skin. driven by the desire to get revenge on people who did them wrong in their human life. reflect perceived wrongs, jealousies and crimes of passion.

that’s all for today! there’s still more that I haven’t covered yet…but part 2 👀 see you next time :)) - audrey

[eldritch-horror-from-the-void]

AHHHHOAEFOIHFF

I need to dump my thoughts here about Ey’vis (oc) x Savage. Nothing dramatic, actually pretty comedic.

And yes, Ava is actually Ey’vis. I was just using a fake name, but Ava doesn’t fit her as well as her pun name. (Ey’vis is a different spelling of the word “Avis” from Latin. She’s a giant bird lady. It’s a pun. I love her.)

ANYWAYS! Ask questions (please- I need to infodump-) if you’re curious. :3

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

For some background: Ey’vis is an eldritch horror from beyond reality, representing freedom, and universal contradictions (more distinctly rebirth and preservation most of the time.) She often travels from reality to reality to claim them, for one reason or another. She also takes on the form of a humanoid Peacock, the male of the Peafowl species. Coloration and patterns vary depending on whatever form she cares to take in the moment, but she’s essentially a giant bird lmao, she’s like 25 feet tall. (No, I don’t have art of her, I need that tho LMAO)

When Ey’vis and Savage first meet each other, it’s on accident. Maul catches her attention, because he’s a troublemaker, and his life means something to that reality. So, she keeps an eye on him, taking on her usual corporeal form, and genuinely befriends Zenith (another oc.) Maul and Feral don’t ask questions because the giant bird-lady could 100% rock their shit without lifting a figure, and she’s nice, so no one is going to say anything.

Zenith, and Ey’vis are hanging out one day, and Maul and Feral are in the room, Savage then walks in, and it practically goes like this:

Savage: Oh, brothers I’m back from battle!

Ey’vis: HELLO, SAILOR!

Queue about 5 weeks of incessant, smooth, horny behavior from her. Including her shaking her Peacock tail, and staring at him from a distance (the bitch doesn’t blink, because she doesn’t need to, so she just looks like she’s staring at him eerily LMAO)

I guess my point is that it’s a very funny and comedic situation. The best part is that Savage has no damned idea that she’s trying to show interest, because he’s a himbo, and has been very sheltered most of his life.

[frostybearpaws]

screaming into the void again…

because being in more than one fandom is both the best thing in the world and absolute hell. My poor little brain hyperfixates on one little microscopic part of a fandom and then stray thoughts form others invade and lead to this.

bare with me here.

you have transformers: we love talking, sentient robots (that turn to various dodads) with some ambiguous morals committing war crimes against each other and occasionally humanity as well.

and then you have Star Wars: we loves humans and humanoids that are space wizards. We humans and humanoids that are not space wizards. Everyone is also committing war crimes against each other.

now put them together.

Several months ago this post came into my feed (I have no idea where it is, who created, but if someone could find it I would love that) where the long and the short of it can be summarized as “what if Coruscant is actually Cybertron that got colonized by a bunch of humans?”

again.

Obviously this summary cuts out many intricate details, but I thought it was a very clever and neat idea. And it got my gears turning.

Star Wars and Transformers could actually go really well together. Not just because they take place in space and the characters are participating in civil wars.

Here’s an example: Robophobia

Star Wars droids are treated like second class citizens. Despite showing capacity for both emotions and desires, my case: Artoo going to that droid massage parlor in an episode of the Clone Wars and 3PO constantly exhibiting crippling anxiety are still kept in servitude via periodically erasing the memories of past experiences. The IDW comics sees many races hating cybertronians because of the destruction their race’s several million year war has brought to their homes, and this are not welcome in many organic establishment and have to go as holoforms.

this could a very interesting dynamic. Droid are not seen as legitimate beings (regardless of their capacity to show sentience) cybertronians on the other hand are technically biological beings despite their metal shells. In transformers: prime Starscream explains to Silas and the rest of MECH that cybertronian body parts are not technology but biology and need energon (the lifeblood of cybertronians) to work. And shows this by cutting his arm and letting energon seep into the parts MECH had collected and Frankensteined together and voila! they worked.

to recap: you have a world where any thing made of metal is considered lesser, suddenly they’re exposed to a race of metal aliens that are at least 20 feet tall and easily 100 times their mass, that get offended if they’re called “droid” and implied that they are supposed to do shit for them.

This could shake up dynamics, maybe droids see this and want the same respect, maybe they don’t care. But cybertronians will change what it means to be alive, the races in the Star Wars universe are all organic, they are all born in some way. Cybertronians? They come out of the ground in at least 2 continuities (prime, the well, IDW literally come out of the ground, they dug up) in earthspark they come out out primordial soup. Regardless of the method it’s rarely organic (the closest thing is budding).

so you have a metal thing that is alive. Which brings me to my second example: Metal!

cybertronians are made of metal! (Living metal, I digress) and there are plenty of fictional metals in Star Wars, but I want to focus on one in particular: Beskar! The metal used to make Mandalorian armor. It is strong enough to not cut when exposed to a light saber (or blaster shots), which is a blade of plasma.

different transformers continuities have shown time and time again that cybertronians are actually really hard to kill. IDW 2 Ratch outright says when he is looking over the body of Rubble, Bumblebees mentee, after he is killed by Six Shot. And in the same story a young cybertronian (I can’t remember her name forgive me) get a a clear shot to the head, through her visor and out the back. But she survives, is horribly traumatized by the experience, but is alive. This creates concerning implications for the weapons used during the civil war. They are specifically made for killing another cybertronian and are capable of taking down a warrior very quickly.

the weapons used by the each respective franchise look visually that different from each other, which leads me to believe that they work the same way but one is obviously more powerful. How does this lead back to Beskar. The Mandalorian shows us that, if powerful enough, something could cut Beskar. When Din Djarin is fighting Moff Gideon, he’s using the Beskar spear given to him by Ahsoka. When it clashes with the Dark Saber, it starts to heat up, implying that the Dark Saber is actually more powerful than even a regular Light Saber.

now returning to the original concept, the wepons used by rebels, storms troopers, and bounty hunters are significantly less powerful than weapons used by Cybertronians. If they were to use their weapons against them, they likely would absorb the shot similarly to Beskar and receive not damage.

how does this circle back to Beskar? Well the old republic before the empire is stated in the prologue of the novelized version of A New Hope written by Ryder Windham, it is stated that the republic kid 25,000 years old. The war between Autobots and Decepticons was 4 million. I don’t have to do the math to tell you that 25,000 is a mere fraction of 4 million. And it is plenty of time for Mandalore to be an early battle field where thousands of Autobots and Decepticons lost their lives and were Barrie’s under layers and layers of sediment only to be rediscovered in the mines, harvested, and melted down in Beskar alloy.

Yes! There it is folks! What if Mandalorians are wearing the melted down corpses of dead cybertronians?

I’m not done.

this next part less of rambling about two things until they make sense and more of talking about a plot point in a fic that I never finished while I’m ranting about these two, because why not?

the clone war was a deadly and ultimately pointless conflict. In some continuities of transformers the civil war much the same. In led them back to square one, only now they’re stuck on a dead world. In this particular story, the cybertronian conflict has already ended, and they’re not too eager to enter another. However they are forced into one, and they are cranky about it.

energon has a lot of energy, hence the name. And to the republic, desperate to end the war quickly, this is a very attractive resource. They would take it and be amazed by its capabilities. It makes their shops go ZOOM, it increases firepower! Suddenly they’re winning, the war looks hopeful. All is good, great even, until the Cybertronians realize they have rats, and go get their shit back. Will fight them? Will they join them? Who knows never got that far. Maybe I’ll come back to it.

Anyway, I’ve beaten this point into the ground, you get it, I don’t know how many even made it this far into my rambling XD

I’ve been typing this out for 45 minutes. if you have anything to add please do

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seriously though, if hasbro can make published crossovers such as Star Trak, Terminator, Avengers, Power Rangers, and My Little Pony; Star Wars is not the weirdest thing to mix in.

[leasthaunted]

The Last of His Kind

This is a short story I wrote in 2019. The Summer before Covid. The story is of course a 100% true lie. It is out of a short story collection I have been working on for years called "Small Infinities and Little Apocalypses". A recorded version of it previously appeared in The Least Haunted Campfire Club YouTube series.

  The Last of His Kind

He was the last of his kind. A hair covered ten-foot tall humanoid with a large mouth and peg like teeth. His hair, although it was more accurately fur, was a ruddy-brown, and coarse. Patches of pale green lichen grew on the parts where limbs converged and dank sweat accumulated. A heavy brow sloped forward from a high peaked skull to hang ledge like over large expressive brown eyes. He looked less like a living creature, and more like what someone with bone and stone tools would have carved out of a tree trunk. His feet were large, but in proportion to his size.  

He trundled along beneath the redwood trees, which if he were to stand perfectly still, he would disappear into. The swinging of his long arms providing a strange counterweight that helped propel him along. Like the pendulums of a large clock, they kept time and pace. Five seconds and six feet every time a hand brushed past a knee. 

Most of his time was spent slowly moving through the forest, ruminating on his position as the last of his kind. Once there were dozens like him. Dozens, but only in this part of the world. He knew there were others like him elsewhere; in places that were drier, higher, and more rocky. Like him,  but not entirely like him. In the way that camels in the Sahara are like two-humped Bactrians, and how they were in turn like Llamas… Most of these differences came down to geography, but many of them came down to simple belief. 

He had begun his existence thousands of years ago when the first humans to wander into this forest began to settle in and make the region into a semi-regular dwelling place. These people took in their surroundings of giant trees, mossy rocks, rivers and streams, the various animal life; and they thought to themselves, This place is special, and of course there is some sort of being who tends it. And with that first thought, He stepped out of the base of a redwood tree, and into his domain. 

He soon discovered, he was not alone. There were others, and they all looked generally the same with slight variations, due mostly to being created by the different tribes of the area, but close enough that one seeing them could not deny that they were all of a kind. They resembled the wooden portraits that the humans had begun carving in their new villages. 

The next few thousand years were fairly uneventful. They went about their business, moving through the forest, leaving no trace of themselves but their relatively large footprints. Disappearing seamlessly into the trees when a human approached. Which, He often thought was a bit of an odd behavior. After all, the humans had created him with their belief, so they knew that he existed. But the humans also had decided that as a being of a supernatural nature, he should never be seen. Even though they knew what he and his kind looked like, had given them form from carved wooden logs- He and his kind habitually hid because, That’s just what we do.

Eventually new people entered the area. Humans who viewed the forest as something that needed to be conquered, tamed, but also feared. To them it was a wild and unholy place only fit for harvesting what usefulness they could devise with their minds of cogs and gears. These new people also feared and despised the older people who still called this land home. The new-comers viewed the beliefs of these first peoples as "evil devil worship", and added it to the list of things to be conquered and feared. It was around this time that The Other Kind made it’s appearance. 

Where as He and his kind were gentle giants and the forest given anthropomorphic form, The Other Kind were all of the worst bits of nature twisted and shaped by fearful hateful minds into a vaguely human bestial form. These were creatures of raw impulse and instinct. They represented all of the dangers that these newly arrived humans knew lurked in the pagan wilderness- the spirits that "heathens" worshiped and sacrificed to in the dark.

Needless to say, His kind and The Other Kind did not get along well. As human cultures and beliefs clashed, and large tree’s crashed and were burned in the fires of progress, so too did the two kinds regard each other. For a start, The Other Kind ate flesh. This ran contrary to the older kind’s vegetarian nature as guardians of the forest. Secondly, They were just impossible to talk to. This of course led to a few skirmishes.

The older kind had begun to dwindle at this time as well. As their creators were driven and erased from the land, the belief that had given his kind their form ebbed and flowed away. The new kind proliferated, and soon outnumbered their predecessors. But even that was short lived. Even their violence and tenacity meant nothing in the changing minds of the men that had given them form. Eventually both kinds nearly vanished. 

He still encountered a few of The Other Kind occasionally as he ambled about. But whatever animosity they once had for each other had long since faded into the tingling numbness of time and commiseration. Although they were of different kinds, they were both in the same metaphorical boat now. In the past what would have been a violent confrontation of large tree branch clubs and thrown stones was these days just a sad shared glance.

And that is the way it went for the next hundred years or so. Until all of The New Kinds arrived. 

It was the 1960’s when it happened. He was taking a rest on the banks of a rocky creek somewhere in the vicinity of The Klammath River when he was surprised to see a large hairy humanoid come strutting out of the trees on two of the largest feet He had ever seen. 

It looked like one of The Other Kind, but somehow tamer, if that was the right word for a ten-foot tall giant hair covered creature. It was a lighter color too. The Other Kind had been black haired, with blood-red eyes. This New Kind was a brown-gray, with black pits for eyes, and it appeared as what he could only describe as blurry? He blinked to try and focus his eyes.

He tried to greet it by raising his arm and giving a call, “Hroooooooommmmmm!”

The New Kind looked at Him with its dark pool like eyes, and without a word turned around and hastily walked back the way it came. It’s arms swinging rapidly. Where as His arms moved like slow clock pendulums, this new comer was a clock that had been wound too tight. When it was halfway from the tree line it turned at the waist to look back at Him, but it never stopped walking. Soon He lost sight of it. 

That was weird, He thought. 

It wasn’t the last encounter he would have with The New Kind, in fact it seemed that they were proliferating. He also soon learned that they had a name.  His kind had a name once, they had many in fact. But the one that most remembered had been Sasquatch. This New Kind however had a name that aptly described their most notable shared characteristic, albeit the name wasn’t the most creative, but that’s humans for you. The New Kind were called Bigfoot. 

Now almost sixty years later, the Bigfeet were numerous. But whereas The Old Kind had always been fairly uniform in their forms, The Bigfeet had hundreds of different variations. The only thing in common was the giant feet, and even those didn’t always match. He once came across one that had eleven toes. Another time he saw one whose feet looked like two flat pieces of plywood.

The Bigfeet came in all colors. provided that those colors were shades of brown, red, black, or gray. Although, there was one out there that seemed to glow with a green light at night, and another that beeped almost mechanically.  Even a few of The Other Kind had reappeared back into the mix.

Once in a remote wooded and rocky canyon in The Trinity Alps he encountered a fifteen foot tall orangutan. Which confused him, because he had no idea what an Orangutan was.

Yet He was still the last of His kind. A creature born out of the minds of men and the trunks of trees.  He found that he could not relate to any of The New Kind. Half of them were so badly out of focus, that even He, who could vanish from sight in an instant, had a hard time finding them. 

And talking to them? Forget it! He once tried talking with a Bigfoot that was picking flowers in a meadow. It was about eight feet tall, and a reddish color. 

“Hello there.” He said.

“I bring you love.” The Bigfoot said.

“Pardon?” He asked.

“I bring you love,” The Bigfoot repeated, “And peace.” It made a confused face as if it was trying to read the next line from a script that only it could see, “Also…. Understanding!” It grinned at a job well done. 

He let his shoulders sag a bit in disappointment, let out a sigh, and said, “That’s okay. I think I’m all good actually.” and he turned to walk away.

As he was making his way out of the meadow the Bigfoot waved a hand full of wild flowers and called after him, “If you’re ready for peace and love just come find me! We can end all war! just follow my gentle giant ways!”

Then there was that Extreme-Bigfoot that roamed around the forest doing stunts and eating beef jerky… It was enough to make Him lose hope. 

Currently he was leaning against a lone redwood tree on a rocky outcropping high up on top of a hill somewhere near the coast. It was night time. Far below him he could hear all of the various cries, calls, and howls of  the various Bigfeet as they darted in and out of flash light beams, ducked out of the way of trail cameras, and piled up logs in bizarre and pointless configurations. 

They had inherited the habit of being unseen, or at least almost "unseen". With The Old Kind it was a matter of spiritual belief that made them hard to see. It was veneration. They were hard to see because the people believed that they were hard to see. But now? The people only believed because they were hard to see. It was all rather maddening. 

So now Bigfeet went out of their way to be partially seen, and to leave just enough evidence to keep the belief going. 

He pondered sadly, Maybe if we had acted like jack-asses there would be more of us too?  

He leaned back against the tree and faded into the trunk.

[bagelbright-tok]

Take Me to Funkytown!

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Yellow Temperance proves to be a great enemy to Jotaro. Without much of an aid there to assist the teen, he hasn’t much of a choice but to fight for his life. After trying to burn and freeze temperance off of his finger, hope is lost. At least, until an odd individual dances their way into the fight. Ally or enemy? Temperance and Jotaro are unsure.

Jotaro x fem!Reader [Platonic One-shot]

Italics = the music

Word Count: 1,564 Warning(s): Violence, swearing, negligence, bit of social isolation, intense grooving, swearing again, gross horny man tries hitting on reader, I did not re-read __ Blame It on the Boogie! __

You were mostly just touring Singapore for your own personal reasons. You had nothing else to do and you got bored quickly. So, you packed your bags and left for Singapore. You had the essentials; clothes, personal hygiene products, and your Walkman cassette player and headphones. The flights over were smooth as could be. Not like you noticed much anyhow. Most of the time, you had your headphones on, listening to the several cassettes you also had brought in your bag. Since you’d left, you’d made 0 social interactions with other humans. That didn’t bother you in the least. You didn’t necessarily care much for making friends along the way. In fact, you dreaded when people would talk to you. They were annoying, quite frankly. So you would drown out the voices with your music. The only problem was that you would get sick of listening to the same songs over and over again. The perks of traveling were being able to try out new music from places around the world.

Your thoughts were mostly blank while you peered out of the train window at the city you were approaching. “Hey pretty lady~!”

A man’s voice quickly pierced the air around you. But you couldn’t hear him over your loud music. He noticed that quickly and took this as a sign to sit right next to you. “What’s a girl like you sitting all by yourself?”

You scooted away from him once you noticed he had sat next to you. Your smiling expression quickly turned into a frustrated one. You couldn’t hear the man, but his presence alone made you uncomfortable. You became infuriated when you felt his hand remove your headphones. “C’mon girl, don’t-”

You didn’t let him finish as you summoned your Stand, and sent it lunging at the man. Your Stand, Ace’s Wand, representing the tarot card Ace of Wands, was a Stand with the form that could vary depending on your mood and the sounds in the air. With you angry without music, your Stand took on a horrifying form that you could barely comprehend. The noises it made as well were scary. All you could see was the body of the annoying man getting flung like a ragdoll. His body was crumpled like a piece of paper on the other end of the train.

You scoffed, grabbed your headphones, and returned to your position. Your music continued and your site seeing went on. Everyone was scared and confused as they surrounded the man in concern. “Won’t you take me to Funkytown?” You bobbed your head to the beat while everyone whispered in a hushed and terrified tone.

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The train ride turned into a cableway ride. You sat in a cable car with a man, his kid, and their dog. The kid happily snacked on his popsicle as he enjoyed the view from the car. You were doing the same, except you were listening to your music instead of snacking on a popsicle. Looking out the window, you noticed a guy on a cylindrical shaped building that was tall enough to reach the height of the cable car. It was an odd sight for sure, you even gave him a confused squint. You noticed his sights landing on your cable car. You blinked a couple of times. Your eyes quickly widened when you saw him back up, then charge forth towards your car.

“Oh shit!” You whispered loudly. The teen landed on the car and clutched to the side you had been viewing from. You noticed a purple figure emerge from him and rip the door off the car. Things only got weirder. The man peered at you, then turned his attention to the kid with the popsicle. 

“Hey kid, I am gonna need to use this.” The kid began to cry until the teen spoke again, “Alright, I’ll buy you a new popsicle when we reach the ground.”

The kid nodded, and the tall teen rose back to his height. Your headphones had been knocked off during the impact of the teen crashing into the car. You hardly noticed, even hearing the teen talk and hearing yourself talk. “Whoa! What an entrance! What the hell are you doing?” You blurted out.

“Is this your kid, lady?” The black haired teen asked.

“What? Hell no.”

“Then shut up and enjoy the view.”

Your brows furrowed at that statement. It was of annoyance, but then it turned into confusion when you noticed the yellow blob on the teen’s hand. Just what was going on? You could only ask this as the teen pressed the cold treat onto the yellow substance, wincing in pain in the process as the gross yellow jello spiked and stabbed into his hand. Things only escalated when another presence began to enter the cable car through the door that the teen had rudely ripped off. The presence was similar to the substance on the teenager’s hand, except larger and with another person inside.

“Can’t you get it through your thick skull?” The deep male voice spoke in a taunting manner that sent shivers down your own spine. “My Stand, Yellow Temperance, is indestructible! No matter how much power you may have, you cannot beat my Stand!”

Well shit. It means you’ve found yourself in a Stand battle. You found yourself even more infuriated than before on the train. The black haired teen referred to as Jotaro had ripped a pole from the car and tried to swing it at Yellow Temperance. It wasn't just Jotaro, though. It was his Stand, a large purple humanoid entity that was clearly fast and strong. Angered, you put on your headphones and stood up. It was as the Stand projected itself onto Jotaro and the cable car that things got weird.

Jotaro and the user of Yellow Temperance were now looking at you. Your expression was scrunched up and you could feel the heat rising. With the beat of your music, you had better control of your Stand. "Don't blame it on the sunshine!"

You moved with the rhythm and summoned your Stand without further comment. "Don't blame it on the moonlight."

"Holy shit!" Temperance's user yelled in horror as his eyes laid on your Stand. You could barely make that out with your music as loud as it is.

"What the hell!" Jotaro also exclaimed, but not as loud. Based on Temperance's reaction, it clued him in on the fact that you are clearly not with him. A relief, but also, you aren't with the Joestars.

"Don't blame it on the good times." Just as Temperance was about to latch onto you, you sent out your Stand first. "Blame it on the-!" "BOOGIE!" Your Stand screeched as it went up against the yellow Stand.

The enemy user only screamed as he witnessed your Stand vigorously and aggressively stabbing and digging through his sludge. Even while your Stand could make contact with his, it couldn't be said that the situation could be switched around. Your Stand's form was horrifying in itself, but the idea that his Stand with no weaknesses couldn't touch your Stand was just as terrifying. 

Jotaro realized the opportunity he had now. The enemy had even panicked and removed his Stand from Jotaro. He wasn't even paying attention to Jotaro anymore. You knew why. The fear was overwhelming. You are the greater threat at the moment to him. You bore your eyes into Jotaro, telling him to make his move if he wants it. Your Stand was slowly making its way closer and closer to the user with its claws. Just as your Stand was about to make it to the enemy, with him sobbing, Jotaro used his Stand's fist to punch the user and knock him unconscious. Your Ace's Wand stopped mere inches away from The Temperance card holder. Your Stand emitted a sickly wheeze of laughter before being de-manifested. You were still grooving to the song, though.

"This magic music grooves me! That dirty rhythm moves me! The devil's gotten to me through this dance!"

Jotaro was unsure of how to communicate with you. That uncertainty was cleared up, though, when you yourself removed your ear buds and spoke.

"Hey! Jotaro right?" You chuckled, pointing at him. Jotaro nodded, knowing you had caught his name in the fight. "That was pretty cool. We should do that again sometime."

"What?" Is all Jotaro could murmur in confusion as response to your suggestion.

"I'm [Y/N] [L/N]." Your pointing finger turned into an open palm hand to shake Jotaro's. "I'm a Stand user, too. Not like.." You looked down at the unconscious and shirtless man at your feet. "...him, though. I'm cool, like you."

Jotaro hated women who fawned over him. Most of the female students who crowded him referred to him as "cool," as well. Hearing you say it, though, was different. It wasn't of lust or love like those ladies at school. It was of genuine friendship and curiosity.

"That's.. Great." Jotaro said, extending his hand out and shaking yours. "Hey, I have a question…"

"Go ahead and shoot!" You shook his hand and returned yours to your side.

"Could you join us on our mission to Egypt?" Jotaro is well versed in being blunt and very straightforward. Not that you would know that.

You paused and processed what he had said. " "Our...?" Mission..? Egypt!?"

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A/N: AAAA! This has been sitting in my docs for sooo long! I had no idea where to take it and how to end it. Finally figured it out though! Apologies if it seems rushed or half-assed. This one is very similar to the In With A Bang one-shot. Introducing a character in that fashion. Also, In With A Bang has reached over 100 notes!! That's fuckin bonkers! Please go give it a read if you haven't! I promise it's better than this one, lol!

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 10 (Loki x Reader)

So im out eating right now so ill add the link to the last part in an hour and stuff also I did not beta read this part and apologize if I need to change something later on but I want to try and keep up with posting at 5:30 so im releasing it 🤗

Alright we finally have some actions and many open ended questions that I’ve got to close up BUT we also experience one of our main villains warriors. If you read the comics you’ll immediately know who the main villain is (Or Google it but I suggest not doing that if you want to be surprised :p)

You knew having peace and hanging out with your team and Loki would only last for so long, but you were still saddened when it came time to finally work. 

You’re all on the top most floor of the Avenger’s tower, the War Room as Tony called it (sounds a bit over dramatic but it was Tony so...). Fury is there in hologram mode, sitting in the middle of a large custom made table that had the Avengers logo engraved into the middle of the dark oak. 

“What kind of readings are we talking about?” Stark asks Fury. 

Fury’s hand comes up and swipes at something invisible on his end and it translates to Stark’s theater size screens on the wall. It’s a bunch of graphs, statistics, and other jargon you can’t understand. You raise a brow when Tony and Bruce gasp and start talking in hushed tones to each other. 

“Tony, make this english so everyone can understand what’s going on, please?” Steve asks. 

Tony clears his throat and points to one of the graphs, “According to Fury’s collected data, Thor give Jane a big hug when you next see her, they’ve picked up on some form of energy spikes in the middle of Death Valley, Nevada. Like we’re talking colossal size spikes. ”

You look at Loki who sits up in his chair next to you and squints at the screens.

“I know what these ‘energy’,” Loki says energy like it’s disgusting, “readings are. It’s magic from another realm. Specifically, it’s time travel but...” Loki frowns and you watch as his eyes become almost fearful.

“Spit it out, Reindeer Games.” Tony says, sounding concerned at Loki’s fear.

“It’s time travel across an alternate timeline.” 

Tony blinks. Bruce frowns and pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. The entire room is silent. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know who caused these readings would you?” Tony finally asks. 

Loki, who has a neutral face now and the fear is gone from his eyes, shakes his head. “I can’t know for sure unless I can inspect the magic in person.” 

Finally Fury speaks, you had almost forgot the director was even here. “Prepare a quin jet Stark, get Loki and whoever else you deem reliable to escort. We need to figure out who came for a visit and if they’re ally or enemy as soon as possible.”

Fury disappears from the table and Tony gets into worker mode immediately. He points to you, claiming you’re the close combat person, to Clint, who is your ranged fighter, and to Natasha who would be pilot and your extraction. 

Things become a blur after that. You remember going to your room and jumping into your Shield issued attire (Stark had yet to make you your own suit), and meeting Loki at the roof where a quin jet readied for take off. Before you walked into the quin jet Loki stopped you, his hands holding your shoulders making you face him. 

“I promise that I will let nothing harm you, you’re my first priority and if things get violent I will teleport us away to safety.” 

You nod but give him a small smile, “I can handle myself but it’s good to know I’ve got someone watching my back.” You then push onto your toes and give Loki a peck and make your way to the quin jet. 

The ride there is tense and quiet. Loki says he’s putting a spell on you that acts as a shield but doesn’t specify how it works.

Looking back you wish you would have asked how it worked. 

Landing around 100 meters from the destination Clint, Loki and you leave the ship and begin your trek to the site. 

“Holy fuck! If I could strip out of my skin I would.” You say to Loki and Clint. Death Valley’s temperature was a recorded 130 degrees today. 

At your displeasure Loki slows till he’s next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders. You look at him questionably but gasp as his arm generates a coolness that at least stops your sweating. You make sure not to say anything so Clint, in front of you, doesn’t become jealous. 

The trip to the site is very uneventful. Even reaching the site is uneventful. About 30 meters from the site you see nothing. Literally, it’s just desert, surrounded by high cliffs, for miles. 

So you snoop, you walk around the site as Clint and Loki argue about whether the coordinates are correct. 

“I swear, this is what Stark gave me so, if they’re wrong, blame him!” Clint says, exasperated.

“It can’t be wrong I can feel something pulling at my magic but-”

That’s when you run into an invisible wall and yelp as you fall backwards onto your butt. 

“Found it!” You cheer as a space ship slowly appears, the colors changing and shifting from the point you hit till the whole thing is uncovered. At first glance the ship looks futuristic but once you overlook the whole thing with Clint keeping his distance, and Loki exploring with you, you realize it’s shaped as a sphinx. 

Very fitting for the desert surrounding the ship. 

“Work you magic.” You tell Loki and he does. You both congregate at the head of the ship/sphinx and he waves his hands over it, his green magic trailing out here and there to touch the ship. Loki himself mutters under his breath. 

You keep your eyes on him but also keep vigilant about the area. You finally get an idea and close your eyes for a second, your magic leaving your body and passing through the ship. No life forms. When you open your eyes again Loki lifts a brow at you, still muttering. 

“No life I can detect.” You tell him and he nods and focuses back on the ship. 

You put a hand to your ear piece and tell Clint, “I don’t sense any life forms but I’d keep a close eye anyways.” 

Clint gives you an acknowledgment. 

Loki finally stops his magic and drops his hands to his sides, just as he looks at you and you hear Clint yell into your ear, you’re hit by a concussive blast. When you look up in shock you see one lone humanoid figure walking towards Loki, who although wasn’t in the way of the blast also got blasted back, curious you think. Loki had immediately gotten into a defensive stance after getting up from the blast, one hand on his back holds three daggers, the other hand put up in a manner meant to calm the figure. 

You quickly get on your feet and stand next to Loki, your magic congregating at your balled fists. 

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are-” Loki hisses at you, trying to get you to stop antagonizing the being that is close enough to identify. He is tall, around 7 feet tall and is dressed in a skin tight tank and leggings that are a dark purple color, it looks like metal but it’s too flexible to actually be metal. His head is encased in a tight helmet that frames his face and covers his head from his forehead, up, in a way that makes you think he is bald underneath. You shiver as you look into his eyes, they glow white. 

“Identify yourself.” The being says. Standing casually as if he didn’t attack you. 

“I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and you are?” 

The being stands there silently. You huff. “I’m y/n, of Earth.” 

The being stands still for a few seconds then gets into a fighting position.

“I am here to take y/n, anyone who stands in my way shall perish.” 

Loki immediately grabs you and teleports you to Clint, you yell out angrily as he teleports back to the being and they start fighting. Loki throwing magic and daggers at the being. You gasp, the first ball of magic Loki throws at it makes a purple light encase the being, in a rippling effect, who then grows a bit. Hawkeye lets loose some arrows that explode on impact. It does nothing but make the man grow even more. 

Loki also realizes what’s going on because he stops attacking the being. The being takes his chance and lunges at Loki. Loki isn’t fast enough and takes a blow to the head. You scream and begin running towards him as he lays in the dirt discombobulated. Clint tries to grab your arm but misses you just so. 

In your ear you hear Clint tell Natasha to ready the jet. Before the being can get to Loki you throw yourself over his body. When he’s a few feet away you look at him with furious eyes.

“Stop!” 

To your surprise the being stops mid step, considers your words, then stands in place. You frown but look at Loki who is watching with fascinated eyes, recovered from the hard hit he took. You watch as blood trails down the side of his face and out of his ear. He probably can’t hear out of his left ear. 

Looking back up at the being you ask it, “Who sent you? What are you?”

The being stares at the two of you but answers, “I am Subject 52103 Growing Man, and my master sent me.” 

You feel Loki tense under you and assume he knows who his master is. 

“Tell your master to leave Earth alone, that if you or him show your faces here again, the Avengers will take you out without hesitation.”

The Growing Man nods and leaves in a flash of purple and black. 

Letting out a tense breath you stand and help Loki up. Making your way back to the quin jet, you pick up Clint. 

“Why does he want you?” Clint asks, looking at you. 

You walk, holding Loki at your side, the hit from the Growing Man doing enough to leave him a bit disoriented and sluggish. 

“I don’t know and I’m not quite sure I want to know.” You say. Loki stays conveniently quiet the entire walk to the quin jet. Clint doesn’t ask anything else either. 

Pt. 9.1/Pt. 10/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies​ @emelieh99​ @high-functioning-lokipath​ @loveableasshole​ 

[mysticalblue09]

For possiblyaperson3 au/creation

@hey-its-memory

Name: ???

God?: nope, just a sorceress

Goals/motivation behind actions: an anti-hero of some type, someone who goes where they feel is right, whether that is with the antagonist or the protagonist depends on their morals and actions themselves

Powers: Able to cast spells, mainly just emotionally based ones. If she’s ever felt a certain emotion, she’s able to make the other person able to feel it tenfold.

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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@corysmiles

Name: ???

God?: not a god, a nature spirit

Goals/motivation behind actions: Freedom and exploration are her only goals in life but if anyone messes with the people she’s met on her travels it’s gonna get ugly. She also collects lots of treasures and tools that she trades out to people as a sign of friendship.

Powers: has control over temperatures and uses her powers to keep wandering people safe and warm.

Appearance: she is human-sized and walks among people normally except for the fact that parts of her that look like a rabbit.

Backstory: ???

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@blurrybunnie

Name: ???

God?: They are the god of luck.

Goals/motivation behind actions: neutral

Powers: ???

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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@darkeninganon

Name: ???

God?: ???

Goals/motivation behind actions: ???

Powers: They enjoy corrupting and making things darker than they are supposed to be. Angst, misery, and sadness are their creations, and they love all of them because it makes the joy, fluff, and fun that much sweeter.

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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@mysticalblue09

Name: Ova

God?: She is an ancient god, older than all other beings.

Goals/motivation behind actions: She tends to make sure all the other gods don’t act too much like little shits. But other than that, she can be found among the good mortals of the earth, making sure that they have survived through the pandemonium that the other gods create.

Powers: Since she is the eldest goddess, she has the ability to create from nothing. She’s able to do this thanks to her connection to the void.

Appearance: She is 100 feet tall. Her skin is as dark as void itself, sprinkled with white markings all over her body. She has long, black furry ears and white floofy hair. There are black antlers that poke out of her hair. She has huge white eagle wings with black spots all over them. She has a metal collar on her because of a deal she made to protect all of her creations. There is also a bloody blindfold on. She wears a sea foam colored silk gown.

Backstory: You’ll find out soon enough ;)

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@little-nightmare-gt

Name: ???

God?: A centaur with paws and claws

Goals/motivation behind actions: ???

Powers: ???

Appearance: A centaur with paws and claws

Backstory: ???

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@awesome-slime-lover

Name: ???

God?: Low ranking god, a Slimanoid (whatever the fuck that is)

Goals/motivation behind actions: They are a neutral god. Very curious to see what everyone gets up to. Morals would be important to them, but their curiosity sometimes gets the better of them. They roam about, explore massive kingdoms, lively villages and cities, crumbling and abandoned ruins, forgotten worlds. They are a curious god. They want to learn more. They want their curiosity satiated whenever they receive it.

Powers: Their powers are basically just being able to switch between their humanoid form and a blob form. Their body is basically an infinite holding space, where they can keep stuff inside of them and pull it out for later. They’re also a size shifter, thanks to their godly blood! Also, hard to kill.

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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@itty-bitty-rainbow

Name: ???

God?: Star spirit born from the sky

Goals/motivation behind actions:

Powers: Able to create light and keep the night sky bright for mortals to see through the darkness.

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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@funtimemoth

Name: ???

God?: The god of Balance and Order. Making sure that there is darkness and bad, but also light and good and all gods or goddess follow the worlds order and nature.

Goals/motivation behind actions: ???

Powers: ???

Appearance: They are between 5 and 20 feet. They have moth features like fuzzy fur on the neck and back, some moth wings on their back and of course 2 pairs of arms.

Backstory: ???

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@goosedawn

Name: ???

God?: the merchant-god of small pleasures and trivial choices

Goals/motivation behind actions: to see the most interesting outcome, and as such most of their time would be spent wandering in the many forms the world can offer, offering trinkets to those who want something to help convince fate to favour them in small ways or to give them the courage to make the right decision... for a price. After all, a goose feather is all it may take to tip the scales…

Powers: ???

Appearance: a small creature with a set of bells in one hand and a large feather in the other

Backstory: ???

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@wendy130

Name: ???

God?: No one knows what the fuck or the who the fuck they are but that’s kind of their plan

Goals/motivation behind actions: chaotic little shit

Powers: Sizeshifter, shapeshifter, is always hungry, powers are based on their emotions

Appearance: Constantly changing. It’s sometimes subtle things, like the eye colour is slightly different, or their hair is a tad longer than it was two seconds ago. Maybe it’s something drastic, like they’re literally just not a human anymore. Though they’re human-ish form would be short white hair, red eyes, elven ears, pale skin. Clothing? Loose dress shirt with a black tie, long black pants, and sometimes a black vest. But like make it wing friendly clothing, cause they have wings. Those are also constantly changing, but the main two types are either purple bat-like wings or black bird wings.

Backstory: ???

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@possiblyaperson3

Name: ???

God?: Antagonist

Goals/motivation behind actions: They want to make the whole world in their beauty

Powers: corrupts people with their writing

Appearance: ???

Backstory: ???

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This is for possiblyaperson3's new au that they've kind of created, I just got all the people that wanted to join and put all they're OC's information on a single post. If I got anything wrong or you want to add to it, please message me and I will fix it accordingly.

Here's the link to the OG post:

https://possiblyaperson3.tumblr.com/post/650129001037381632/calling-all-mcyt-gt-creators

[saturnsstufff]

I thought like everyone knew about SCP wkenrbrh so sorry about that

“The SCP Foundation is a secretive organization that contains anomalous or supernatural items and entities away from the eyes of the public. SCP stands for Secure, Contain, Protect.” (I googled a definition cus I suck at explaining lol)

So it’s basically a foundation that hides supernatural and most times dangerous entities, like for example there’s this one called SCP - 137 and it can’t move if you look at it, so if you blink it can (and probably will) instantly break your neck and kill you

Others are harmless like SCP - 999 which is basically a blob of orange slime and ITS SO CUTE it can roam around free (unless it has to be in its pen to sleep) and everyone loves it and I would 100% sacrifice myself and everyone for it

Some also aren’t alive like SCP - 087 which is basically a non ending staircase (I can’t think of the words lol) that also hosts SCP - 087-1 which is basically just a pale humanoid face, like someone covered a human with a white cloth, like slender as face but more defined

And my favorite (besides 999) is SCP - 3008, also nicknamed the infinite IKEA, it’s basically an IKEA that looks normal but it’s infinite on the inside and it’s also said to have multiple “openings”, for example there can be multiple IKEAs around the world that connects to the one that’s infinite. When you enter 3008 and pass out of sight from the front doors you enter SCP - 3008-1 aka the part that’s infinite, if you retrace your steps you can get out but since you don’t know you’ve entered 3008-1 since the change goes unnoticed it can be hard. It also hosts SCP - 3008-2 which is IKEA workers that are faceless and about 7 feet tall and their arms and legs are grossly out of proportion and larger then normal and they have huge hands. The IKEA has lights that automatically turn off at night and on in day so that works as their day and night cycle. In the day the workers don’t care about anyone in there (unless approached which makes them aggressive like at night), the foundation even went in with drones once and they didn’t care, they seem to just wander around randomly, but at night they get hostile towards all other life forms in SCP - 3008 and they chase them saying “the store is now closed, please exit the building” while reaching out for them and if they get you they kill you. The workers seem to be only flesh through their whole body so no on knows how their even alive. Since the IKEA is infinite it loops around itself and repeats so the food is also infinite and it seems to reappear in the cafeteria when no one is looking so food won’t be a problem if you get stuck. Inside the IKEA the ppl who’s stuck have built several small “houses” out of IKEA furniture and walls to protect themselves from the workers at night, the 14 ppl who’ve survived and got out have said that the ppl still stuck inside work together to fight off the employees and go on trips to get food.

I went severely off track so sorry about that but no one I know wants to talk about it and you didn’t know what it was so it’s an excuse for me to talk about it lol sorry again you don’t have to post this but to sum it up, Government no like human know of supernatural thing, so government take supernatural thing into cell or cover it up n keep survalance on it 24/7 and clean humans memory of its existence men in black style :D (please tell me you know what men in black is-) ~🪲

Oohhh!!! Ok this makes sence!! I didnt even know what it was (and i got men in black, the movies are hilarious)

[thecreaturecodex]

Mahar

“Mahar” © Philip Rice, accessed at his gallery here

[D&D owes a lot to At the Earth’s Core and the rest of the Pellucidar novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs. The idea that the interior world is full of strange psychic slavers is a classic D&D trope, what with its aboleths and illithids, and they owe a lot to the mahars here. Also, I can’t believe it took me this long to realize, but the quaggoths of D&D are clearly inspired by the mahar’s favored minions, the sagoths. I like this art because it tries to make the mahar look like a rhamphorhynchus, as opposed to just a generic winged humanoid. I love you, Frazetta, but your mahars don’t look a damn thing like pterosaurs.]

Mahar CR 8 LE Aberration This creature looks like a man-sized pterosaur, with full hands growing from its wings. It seems capable of walking on both two and four feet, and has a long tail ending in a diamond-shaped fin. Its hands and feet are webbed, and its beak has small, sharp teeth.

A mahar is a strange pterosaur-like creature of the Hollow Earth with dangerous psychic powers. They are distant relatives of the rhamphorhynchus, but have much larger bodies relative to their size—they stand around six to seven feet tall. They have altered their forms through selective breeding and alchemical mutations—they can swim like a seal, have prehensile hands able to manipulate tools, and are all female. Once the female mahars learned how to engineer their hormones to lay eggs parthenogenically, they exterminated their males. Rumors exist of male mahars living in less “civilized” regions, but whether such creatures are unusually small or unusually large varies with the telling.

Mahars are more than a physical match for an ordinary human, but prefer to use their psychic powers to render such comparisons irrelevant. They can command the minds of creatures to approach them as if in a trance, whereupon the mahar can rip them to shreds without resistance. The hypnotic stare of a mahar addles the minds of their foes, clouding their judgement and opening them up to devastatingly precise attacks. Mahars prefer to fight in groups to alone, preferably behind an army of slaves, and rapidly flee if their mental powers are resisted or their slaves defeated.

Mahar society is built around slavery, with the mahars as masters commanding lesser beings through telepathic threats. Quaggoths are a favorite servitor race, and thipdars (giant pterosaurs—treat as an advanced quetzalcoatlus) are used as beasts of burden. Mahars are completely deaf and incapable of vocalizing, but intricate dances, performed either by the mahars themselves or by their slaves, hold a similar social position to music. Mahars are carnivorous, but limit themselves to fish and reptile meat as a matter of course. Eating a mammal as simply a meal is seen as taboo, but humanoid slaves are killed and eaten as part of religious rituals. 

Mahars advance by character level. Psychic and mesmerist are the most commonly taken classes, but some mahars train as alchemists.

Mahar                       CR 8 XP 4,800 LE Medium aberration Init +6; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +16 Defense AC 20, touch 13, flat-footed 17 (+2 Dex, +1 dodge, +7 natural) hp 102 (12d8+48) Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +11 Immune language dependent effects Offense Speed 20 ft., fly 40 ft. (poor), swim 40 ft. Melee bite +12 (1d10+3), 2 claws +12 (1d6+3) Special Attacks mahar’s stare (-3 Will, +6/+4d6 damage), psychic beckoning Statistics Str 16, Dex 15, Con 18, Int 19, Wis 16, Cha 16 Base Atk +9; CMB +12; CMD 25 Feats Combat Expertise, Dodge, Fatiguing Stare, Improved Initiative, Mobility, Spring Attack Skills Bluff +13, Craft (alchemy) +14, Fly +11, Intimidate +16, Knowledge (arcana) +17, Knowledge (dungeoneering, nature) +14, Perception +16, Stealth +15, Swim +20 Languages telepathy 100 ft. SQ deaf/mute, hold breath Ecology Environment underground Organization solitary, flock (2-6) or council (7-12) Treasure standard Special Abilities Deaf/Mute (Ex) A mahar cannot hear, and cannot make Perception checks based on sound. It cannot speak or make vocal noises of any kind, including verbal components or command words. It does not suffer an initiative penalty for being deaf. Mahar’s Stare (Su) A mahar gains the hypnotic stare and painful stare abilities of a mesmerist of a class level equal to the mahar’s HD. Mesmerist levels stack with mahar HD for the purposes of advancing these abilities. This is a mind-influencing effect. Psychic Beckoning (Su) As a standard action, a mahar can implant a compulsion into the mind of a creature within 60 feet. If the affected creature fails a DC 19 Will save, it approaches the mahar, following it until it moves into an adjacent space. Once adjacent to the mahar, the creature is dazed until the mahar moves, whereupon it follows, or the mahar attacks. A creature that takes damage from any source other than the mahar can attempt to save again. The beckoned creature is treated as flat-footed by the mahar, and can act 1 round after the mahar attacks it. A creature that succeeds its initial save against the psychic beckoning is immune to that mahar’s psychic beckoning for 24 hours. This is a mind-influencing compulsion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based.

[apples-r-rubbish]

32. “I'm trying to hate you. Now I realize it was a stupid idea. ”14. "Oh, wow ... damn, holy shit, wow, you are so beautiful." reader fem x doctor 13

Thirteenth Doctor x fem!Reader (Beautiful) Word Count: 738 AN: Sorry this took so long, more coming soon -L Warnings: Explosions

Rain fell unevenly from the dark sky. Of course the Doctor had gotten the coordinates wrong. You’d landed in some distant warzone with daleks and humanoid life forms, and as the idiot that’d decided to step out the TARDIS first you’d been captured. 

“My friend is going to be really cross and I don’t think you’d approve of her like that. I don’t fancy your chances ” You mumbled as they dragged you along with them

“Shut up prisoner. Your friend will be dead, the daleks will kill her before she can even make it across to our territory,” One of the tall men spoke. Four guards for one human. 

“I don’t think you have a grasp of who my friend is, she’s the doctor,” You explained, panic clearly in your voice. The restraints were tight on your wrist, you struggled against them

“Don’t try to escape, it won’t help. And we know you’re lying. The Doctor is a man.” You rolled your eyes in response as you kept walking. The makeshift cell was just a series of metal bars and rotating shift of guards.

“Do you want to tell us how you got into the neutral land or are you just going to sit there?” One of the soldiers asked after a few hours

“My, uh, girlfriend got the coordinates wrong, and dates,” You mumbled the last part

 “And you managed to land a whole craft in the middle of the warzone? With daleks around?” He frowned

“It’s a surprisingly small ship, she’s a decent pilot despite the occasional misstep with coordinates,” You stopped promptly after talking, you were a prisoner after all. 

The ground shook faintly in the distance, an explosion went off, shrapnel flying everywhere, leaving you with a large gash on your cheek. Your ears rang. You were pulled from the wreckage, by an aggressive hand. A few of your captors had survived the attack. “Take us to your ship,” He barked “now!” and waved a gun in front of you. You climbed to your feet, not flinching at the weapon. “We’ll be walking a while, and the Doctor will not be pleased that I’m bringing company.” 

The walk lasted a few hours, less than it had taken the first time around and you insisted on taking regular breaks, despite the protests of your captors. 

“There’s way less daleks,” one of the women muttered “they all seem to have vanished,” 

You stood up and kept walking, rubbing the now dried blood away with the sleeve of your jacket. Something felt wrong. “They can’t just have vanished, that doesn’t happen with them, they don’t retreat,”  you frowned staring into the distance. Still you kept walking, the landscape was virtually unrecognisable at this point most things flattened, reduced to ash or mud debris everywhere. At this point, you had zoned out, in your own world, ignoring the pain and mud and danger. A cough caused you to snap out of it. There was someone coming, a small speck of light colours heading towards you. 

“Is that what killed the daleks?” One your captors asked

“I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like it could, we keep moving, find that ship,” Another replied, prodding you in the back as a signal to keep moving. The Doctor. It was the Doctor running towards you. 

“That’ll be it. That’s absolutely what killed the daleks, and you do not want to piss her off, but I think you already have,” You made a face and gave a hollow laugh. 

The Doctor stopped about 100 metres away from you, “That’s where you got to, I thought something had happened,” She laughed. Your captors' guns were raised at you. “Let her go. Or I’ll unleash what’s left of my anger on you,” She stepped forward sonic raised. Her hair was messy and her coat was ripped in places. She clearly had been in a fight. There was some mumbling, the guns were lowered

“Now, run,” She hissed at them, they followed her orders. 

“I'm trying to hate you. Now I realize it was a stupid idea,” You chuckled “Check the coordinates next time, also maybe, go first onto the planet,” 

She rubbed her hand against your face, and you pulled away mumbling in pain. 

“Oh, wow ... damn, holy shit, wow, you are so beautiful,” She mumbled pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “TARDIS, now, we’re getting you patched up and out of those clothes,”

[noblecrumpet-dorkvision]

Fantastic Flora/Fauna for D&D

D&D games don’t have nearly enough mundane fantasy creatures. Everything needs to either be useful or dangerous for people to care about it! To remedy this, I've created a bunch of fantasy creatures and plants that sprinkle into your campaign to create amazing and slightly alien environments. 

These are inspired by settings like Pandora in Avatar, or the world of the Dark Crystal, where everything seems to teem with movement and sound and luminescence. Most of these creatures and plants are almost entirely harmless but can make a setting unique by inserting just one or two into your world.

Feel free to steal these or let them inspire you to create your own wacky or weird minor plants and animals.

Fantasy Fauna

Balloonfrogs: These frogs inflate pouches in their bodies with air, making themselves rather buoyant. They then leap from trees and spread their large webbed legs and toes to glide through the air. They usually come in bright colors to look like other poisonous frogs, but are actually harmless. Their ability to quickly escape danger is their primary means of avoiding predation.

Cave Barnacle: Cave barnacles can be found in neglected dungeons filled with moisture. They resemble regular barnacles in most ways; clinging to walls and ceilings protected with a hard shell 1-2 inches in diameter. This shell is wider than it is tall and spirals inward towards a central node covered in a hard membrane. The barnacles feed on many things that are considered poisonous or toxic to other creatures. When such a substance floats nearby, they open up their central node and unfurl a frilled fan that twitches in the air to gather the nutrients. Wary adventurers know when cave barnacles are waving their fan it means something dangerous could be in the air. The barnacle’s fan is rather beautiful and comes in bright colors often not visible in the darkness of its home. Some varieties of cave barnacle have a glowing fan.

Floraflies: These insects have many wings and false wings that give them the appearance of a large orchid or other such showy and colorful flower. While at rest, it is nearly indistinguishable from a flower but its true nature can be determined with careful inspection or knowledge of the true flower it mimics. There are many different types of floraflies, each looking like a different flower. Some use their feature to hide from predators while others use it to hide and wait for a pollinating bug to come by. Such floraflies will ambush their prey this way and lay their eggs in them; a gruesome tactic for such a beautiful creature.

Ganglers: These creatures look like large long-leg spiders, but with only three limbs protruding from their fist-sized body. With their legs, they are about 3 feet in diameter when viewed from above. They can climb some sheer walls, but are clumsy and have a hard time on ceilings. Their uneven number of limbs makes them move awkwardly as they scramble away from predators. Despite their slightly scary appearance, they are herbivores and only feed on plants that are common underground and in swamps. They are easily startled by light and will scuttle away from torches or magical light that finds its way into their habitat. The creatures are far from solitary and often gather in colonies ranging from 20 to 100 creatures.

Giant Glow Worm: Like a regular glow worm, these creatures create strands of sticky silk covered in glowing beads of saliva to entrance and ensnare prey. These worms can grow up to one foot in length compared to their smaller counterparts. They feed on Tiny creatures like bats and birds that they catch on their strands, in addition to insects. If a Small or larger creature is caught on a strand, it will usually snap and just stick to the creature causing a mild annoyance. Even if the strand doesn’t break, the worm will know if a creature is too big for it to eat by the vibrations on the silk, and will stay put if it’s too large.

Lightsteel Mites: These insects are very tiny, enough to drift through the air on the slightest breeze. They cling to dungeon and cave walls and eat dust particles. They are a relatively unassuming creature until they come into contact with metals. The mites produce a natural light when touched by a conductor. This light comes in a variety of colors but tends to be one color in particular regions. The mites are only really noticeable when they gather in large colonies and drift onto creatures to feast on the dust covering them. Creatures wearing armor or wielding unsheathed weapons while covered in large numbers of lightsteel mites shed dim light in a 10-foot radius. Trying to wipe away the mites squishes them and spreads their light-shedding blood over the surface they were on. This doesn’t put out the light. The only sure way to get them off and prevent their light is by washing them off with water.

Magma Slug: This 8-10 inch creature looks like a sea slug glowing orange like a candle. It has red frilly feelers going down its back that seem to sway back and forth as it creeps its way along. It can cling to sheer surfaces unless they are slippery with liquid like water or oil. The slug eats iron that it heats up within its body, giving off its orange glow. When frightened, it expels the smelted contents of its stomach quickly, leaving a small red-hot ingot of steel behind. While its predators go after the glowing iron waste, it crawls away, no longer glowing until it eats more iron to digest. The slug dwells in subterranean areas and can survive in an around volcanoes. The creature is immune to fire damage and touching one deals 1 fire damage with each round of contact. Magma slugs do not gather in large groups unless it has no natural predators nearby. Salamanders and other fire creatures prefer their taste.

Marble Glob: These 2-foot diameter oozes look like they are made of polished marble with shifting veins of color including black, white, gray, red, or gray-green depending on its diet. That diet consists of stone and minerals that it breaks down with its unique acid. This acid does not harm organic material, but it is so weak that the glob has little use for industrious creatures. It takes days to eat through even an inch of stone. The glob is harmless and slow-moving, but many of them beneath a foundation can serve a threat to its structure.

Mortar Worm: A mortar worm is an 8-inch long worm only an inch in diameter. It isn’t a particularly remarkable creature, only colored in russet brown. However, it creates spectacular designs. The mortar worm feeds on stone and excretes a natural mortar as waste. As it travels along cavern and dungeon walls, floors, and ceilings, it creates tunnels and ribs in the stone. With enough worms and enough time, the area can take on the porous looking texture of sponge or dried coral, despite actually being made of natural cement.

Prismapods: These creatures look like enlarged pill bugs, about one foot in length. They have the distinctive feature of changing the color of the exoskeleton on their back to match their surroundings. When frightened or when trying to attract a mate, the isopods instead create vibrant colors that alternate down their back segments like a rainbow. These colors glow, producing dim light out to a mere 5 feet. Prismapods live in woodlands in and around fallen trees; the bigger the better. They eat the wood as it decays, leaving trails in the wood that look like they could have been caused by worms.

Skyswimmer Eels: Often found in jungles with moist and warm climates, skyswimmer eels look like flat wavy ribbons undulating up and down as they fly through the trees below the canopy. They range from white to pale blue in color and can reach up to 10 feet long. Their main body is about 4 inches wide and 1 inch high, with the rest of their apparent form comprised of 2 fins that span their body’s length, each extending out to 10 inches. At rest, they cling to trees with their bodies spiraling down the trunk’s length. Some varieties can change color to blend in with trees and leaves, and others have spined rays on their fins. Jungle denizens hunt these beautiful creatures and adorn their clothes with their colorful fins. Other cultures consider the creatures sacred and consider slaying them taboo.

Sleep Geckos: This tiny pink and purple gecko’s skin is poisonous to smaller predators, but to humanoids it is not potent enough to cause harm. However, the poison is a mild anesthetic for them, and can cause mild numbness and drowsiness in Small or Medium creatures. Those that are aware of these properties can gain advantage on Wisdom (Medicine) checks to treat painful wounds. Those who come into contact with the poison must make a DC 11 Constitution saving throw or gain disadvantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks for 10 minutes. Tiny or smaller creatures that fail this saving throw instead take 2d4 poison damage and fall unconscious for 1 hour.

Spectral Terrazoa: This creature looks like a translucent, glowing hydrozoa about the size of one’s fist that roams dark wilderness regions rather than the water. Although called spectral, the terrazoa are quite corporeal albeit ghostly-looking. The creature feeds on airborne nutrients spread by other plants, using its thin tendrils to draw them into its mouth. Spectral terrazoa gather in clusters wherever the air is dense with pollen or fertile scents, slowly climbing trees and boulders to get the best position. They do have a poisonous sting, so they are not entirely harmless, but it only deals 1 poison damage to creatures that touch it. Spectral terrazoa shed dim light out to 10 feet.

Starbugs: These beetles create globes of saliva that they fill with air, then they seal them off and get carried away by the slightest breeze. Starbugs are far from subtle. They can also glow like a firefly. This gives off some heat and lets their saliva-sphere float with a bit of control. The light fills the globe like a lantern, making it seem like a will-o-the-wisp from afar. These creatures inhabit dusky swamps and use their odd form of locomotion to find suitable mates and avoid waterborne predators in the swampy waters where they lay eggs.

Tile Scuttler: Tile scuttlers are land-dwelling crustaceans or possibly insects that dig beneath tiles and stones in subterranean dungeons, hiding beneath them much like a hermit crab hides in a discarded shell. Tile scuttlers can get fairly large, about 5-6 feet in width and length but only about 2 feet tall. They have many powerful legs to hold up the stone that rests on its back, and usually the weight of a Medium creature that stands upon it. Their claws and mouth are too small to do significant damage, using them to feed on insects, small particles, or even tiny vermin. The scuttlers can feel creatures approaching using tremorsense, out to about 15 feet. It tries to hide form larger creatures, but if someone steps on it the scuttler will lift it up and try to move away. In moist places with lots of nutrients, a whole colony can gather in a dungeon’s room, causing an unsettling but usually harmless encounter for adventurers.

Fantasy Flora

Brushgrass: Brushgrass looks like natural grass with frilled tips that grow up to 4 feet in height. They have a peculiar tendency to be attracted to movement and will brush up onto creatures moving near it. Some believe it is to help spread their seeds or to pick up pollen from passing creatures. It is otherwise harmless.

Coilies: This plant looks like a simple, albeit large, teal fern that curls up when creatures come within 5 feet of them. They stay coiled for about 30 minutes, making it easy to tell if a creature has passed by recently.

Dancing Lilies: These white flowers dangle from thin vines that hang from tall trees. Their petals are narrow then fan outward and flop under their weight. The lilies compress their vines to rise and fall to catch sun peeking through the canopy, which often gives them the appearance of dancing.

Dice Plant: The dice plant is an unassuming leafy weed that creates a large, translucent blue seed pod filled largely with air and large loose seeds. When creatures come close to it, the plant shakes to rattle the pod to scare them away, making a sound like dice being shaken in a cup. The plant is otherwise unremarkable.

Fairy Nest: This large flower is about 6 inches in diameter and has yellow or white petals with dark speckles. Its unusual feature is the translucent bright vermilion spheres at the center of the flower that it holds like a cup. These spheres are as small as beads and resemble caviar. The flower is named for these “fairy eggs,” despite the fact that no known fey actually lays eggs. The spheres contain seeds, and creatures that eat them are sure to spread them somewhere. The spheres are rubbery and both taste and smell awful. Strangely enough, orc and half-orc pallets actually enjoy the stuff.

Filigree Plant: The filigree plant has evolved to look like stone, steel, or precious metals despite being as soft and delicate as a regular flowers and leaves. They do so mainly to avoid notice by herbivores that wish to end their long lives. They tend to thrive in man-made dungeons where they simply look like a part of the architecture. When they need to spread seeds, they produce brightly colored fruit that eventually drops to the ground to be eaten by creatures. The fruit is not poisonous and is considered a rare delicacy, so adventurers that find a piece of floral masonry sprouting fruit would best grab it and sell it to the local fruit merchant.

Fountain Coral: This coral has evolved to survive on coasts and strangely above the water. Although made of a colony of hundreds of smaller yellow and pink creatures, its main structure looks like a cluster of seven or so 3-4 foot tubes standing vertically out of the water. As long as it rises out from a reliable source of water filled with nutrients, it can survive by drawing the water up through its tubed form and squirting it out the top of its tube. This method of feeding gives the fountain coral its name. Some are constantly spitting water, while others do so intermittently. Dead fountain coral no longer does squirts water and turns white and hard as stone. Some intelligent creatures use dead fountain coral as natural tubing over short distances.

Rolling Mossball: This creature ranges from 3 to 6 inches in diameter and is made of soft green scraggly plantlife. The mossball’s main form of locomotion is rolling by spinning a water-filled plant organ in the center of its form. It tumbles along the ground, seeking puddles or other bodies of water to rest in or deposit seeds. It is easily startled and its first instinct is to flee. Dead mossballs turn brown and dry out, and are often picked up by gusts of wind.

Shy Ladies: These large plants have giant, 4-foot petals that come in reds, pinks, and violets. When a creature comes within 20 feet of the plant, it curls up its petals into a 4-foot tall, half-foot thin green-white column curving under its own weight. Fey creatures seem to be able to not cause shy ladies to hide their petals, so sprites and other small fey tend to hide their treasures within their petals.

Windstrands: This plant is a vine with red arrowhead-shaped leaves that are always twisted and wavy. Windstrands grow on trees and boulders in hilly or mountainous regions where it can get lots of wind at its height. Without sensing any wind, its seeds simply refuse to grow. The reason for this is how it spreads its seeds: the vine grows several maroon pods that burst in autumn. Inside the pod is a thin, 2-foot long black strand with white puffs at regular intervals. The puffs are like dandelion seeds and separate from the strand when caught by a strong enough wind. Then they float away to grow elsewhere. When the season is right, these puffed strands can be seen waving off of the vines while more white puffs linger in the winds like cherry blossoms.

[sugarmapleships]

O/C and S/I Info

Self Insert(s):

As of now, I only have two active s/i's (one for My Hero and the other for my original universe). Both essentially look and act like me except sometimes they'll have cool powers and/or outfits. That's pretty much all you need to know.

Sage Devoe:

My BNHA self insert. I use her pretty interchangeably with how she presents herself. In the high school AU, she's in class 1-A with the quirk Panic. Her hero name is Pan and I usually use her to ship with Kirishima. She likes animals, reading, drawing, and has anxiety. Quirk: Her quirk allows her to create high frequencies that activate fear responses in the brain of her victim.

Ellowyn Grace:

My Minecraft self insert. She’s an Arctic fox/human hybrid who lives alone in her world in a little farmhouse she built herself. She has autism and is nonverbal, and all around keeps to herself. Still, she feels very lonely and wants nothing more than a friend or partner. She’s good with a bow and loves animals. She also is my official fursona and is shipped with Conor the protogen. Fun fact: Ellowyn was designed off of a Minecraft skin I found in my old downloads. So her design isn't 100% original, but I did decide to play up a few of her features and project my personality upon her. So, somewhere out there is the original designer of Ellowyn, and I thank you for uploading your design to the Skindex.

Su:

Su is my insert in my personal project called Mindspace. Not too sure how to explain it, but I guess I just made original characters out of my emotions? Anyway, she's one of the three sisters and she's sort of the middle woman between the more extreme Brenda and Connie. She represents empathy and anxiety and is very much influenced by who she's around.

Original Characters:

Brenda:

Brenda's sort of like my fictional nemesis. She's very moody and generally has a more cold, negative outlook on things. However, she's very intelligent and level-headed and mostly just wants to fit in. She's probably the most likely of the bunch to use foul language and is unafraid to speak her mind and start a fight. She denies that Su and Connie are her sisters. Brenda does not have a very positive relationship with Su but has a bit of a soft spot for Connie. She's very fun to think about (and I'd imagine, write), and despite her often questionable behavior, I love her. She usually represents my anger and depressive thoughts. Tl;Dr think of her as a gender-flipped Bakugou (I have a crack headcanon that she has a crush on Bakugou).

Side note; she has red highlights in her hair! It's hard to find picrews that'll show it, but that's just another little detail about her. Also she's quite tall (about 5'7)

Connie:

Connie is the counterpart to Brenda in the sense that she is very positive, outgoing, optimistic and carefree! She loves a good joke and laughs at just about anything. Though she can be a bit insensitive at times, she wants to make friends with everyone and tries to see the best in people. She gets along well with her peers and is very close with Su and Quatro. She is a little over five feet tall. Connie represents joy and optimism.

Little bit of lore; Connie and Brenda used to be one character! I decided that her nature could be a bit confusing, so I decided to split her into two, giving us these lovely ladies we have today! "Connie" was derived from the word "conscience", and she was the first "brain cell" I named (I created her when I was about nine years old, and now I ship with her as my sister).

Andrew (Quatro) Fischer:

Don't let his appearance fool you, he's a sweet guy. Andrew is a shapeshifter who can take on the form of any human or humanoid. It took me some time to come up with a name for him, so I called him "Quatro" as a placeholder (since he was the fourth one I named) and it stuck. He usually takes on the form of my f/os and is in a romantic relationship with Su. He usually takes on more masculine forms and prefers he/him pronouns, but will occasionally become more feminine. He represents self-love.

Fun fact; I created him so I wouldn't feel guilty or upset about dropping f/os. Rather than terminating a relationship with an individual character, he merely changes form (and personality).

I hope this wasn't too confusing! Most of the information about these guys lives permanently in my head, so it's kind of nice to get something out there! I'm not sure if I'm going to write anything about them (yet), but I might have some art show up in the future!

[painandpleasure86]

It’s a Hard Life (Entry for Binky’s DTIYS)

A/N: Hello ppl! Again writing... I had a writer block until today :( But here I am. Writing something for the @binkyisonline ‘s DTIYS! I made a fic with her unicorn John. The ending it’s open, so, if this haves success, I could continue a little more the story. You with your support decides! ;) Was an interesting experience write something with an humanoid.

Summary: A young human-unicorn lives in an enchanted woods and it’s about to meet with a young artist that also loves exploring.

Warnings: none. Some swear words, but a few.

Pairing: Platonic Deacury (for now)

Word count: +1500

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(John’s POV)

Everyone looks at me as something strange, something beautiful. They think that because I'm the way I am, I'm somewhat innocent. I'm not. I know the dangers of the world. I know people's thoughts. Everyone wants to ride me.

I'm an abomination. They didn't make me 100% animal or 100% human. Sometimes I take the form of a human with brown hair, long and wavy, six feet tall, very thin, gray eyes... But with one detail: my horn never goes away. Do you see why I say I am an abomination? I think whoever created me wanted to have fun at my expense. Thank you...

It seems not, but my life it's very difficult . I have no place to go, and no one who really loves me. No ulterior motives. I wander the woods, eating what I can, sleeping where I can. I try to do it in my animal way, because being in my human way, people usually get scared. It's not just the horn, but also the fact that I have nothing to cover me. But why do I usually say? Some maids want to possess me. Also some gentlemen. Don't they think I have feelings? I'm not someone who whores or someone who wants to be intimate with the first person who comes across me. Everyone wants me for convenience. Or at least, everyone I've met. Sometimes I fantasize about meeting someone who cares for me, loves me and respects me as I deserve. But it seems like it's something that will only live in my head...

By the way, where are my manners... My name is John. Or at least that's what I've chosen to call myself. I don't know how old I am, but in my human form I look like someone who's barely 21.

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(Freddie’s POV)

I love walking around these parts. I always find something beautiful, something strange, something worth documenting. It's full of wonders.

Today I wander through an enchanted forest, where a being lives that leaves me speechless. He is a young man who is barely over 20 years old, with long brown hair, tall, thin... Whenever he sees me close enough, he runs away from me. He usually looks at me with a frightened face, even when I ask him if I can come closer. "Get away from me. I don't want you to use me for your pleasures," he told me last time. Like every time. I don't know why he thinks I want to possess him, although I cannot deny his immense beauty and that his lack of clothes makes him even more tempting. I just want to know him better. To ask him why, even though he looks so human, he keeps that horn.

By the way, my name is Frederick. I'm 26 years old. I'm the son of a very important nobleman in my kingdom. My father wants me to get married, I'd rather be like this. I prefer to spend weeks exploring the world around me and making sketches in my notebook of the most curious things I can find. I don't want to deal with any of those serious things. I want to enjoy life. Marrying a maid for family arrangements is a bit of a letdown. It would ruin my life and the life of the poor woman they put next to me. They'd ask me for children. I don't want to. It would take time away from my enjoyment. But then, my father doesn't want to understand my decision. He prefers to say that I'm the disgrace of the family. Being the oldest of four brothers has its drawbacks.

When I'm not exploring, I spend my time painting pictures. I take my sketchbook and make one of them on the canvas. I paint over everything I come across, including that mysterious young man with long hair. Lately it's just that young man with long hair...

I think I've seen it. Or at least I've distinguished his horn. I'll go slowly, so I don't scare him. God, I feel like a stal-...

SHIT. IT HURTS.

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(John’s POV)

I was very quiet walking around, since I didn't see anyone around, when suddenly I heard something. It was a noise of something falling on a pile of leaves. My curiosity is stronger than that. I walk up and see a human being collapsed. He tripped over a protruding tree root. I don't usually get this close to a human in my human form, but I think I'll make an exception today.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, I just tr- Oh it's YOU!"

I got a little out of the way. I won't let him down, but don't let him harass me.

"Yes, it's me. I saw you lying there and I wanted to help you up. I may be an abomination, but I have feelings."

"Why abomination? You're unique. You're a wonder."

That sincerity in his words. That feeling... I couldn't help but I blushed.

"You're nice, but you know I can turn into a unicorn, right? And when I become human, I don't lose my horn. No one will ever take me seriously."

"Hey, why do you say that? Love is for everyone." responded him, smiling.

(Are you hitting on me, stranger?)

"Ha, really? Then why do you only want to have sex with me? Everyone sees me with a fucking object. I love walking around like this, with nothing, but they mistake it for seduction or being available for fantasy. That's why I prefer to be here alone, because I can be free."

I don't even know why I took it out on him so hard. Maybe because the others I've met I can't talk to them like that.

"Well... I'll help you to stand up," I said, trying to get back to what had gone before.

I leaned back so that he would rest his left arm on my shoulders, I took it from his waist. Slowly, we stood up.

Looking at his face, I ask him, "Can you walk?"

"I think. At least help me ride my horse. Too much exploring for today."

I rode with him for a mile. We went along the "road." He didn't want to attract attention.

"By the way, I'm John," I said, as we walked.

"I finally know your name... I'm Frederick."

"You seem like a nice guy. I see you have a notebook with you. Are you drawing me? Hahaha."

Blushing a little, he answers me.

"Not just you, John. But anything I see that catches my eye. I'm a painter."

"So I'm your muse," I add.

"Yes, lately you're my only muse. I can only paint you."

He blushes too much.

I don't know, but I feel very good with this young man.

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After several minutes of silence, we found his horse.

"Shall I help you to ride your horse?"

"No, John, I can handle it. Thank you for what you've done for me today." Already on his horse, he adds, "Until the next time, John. I hope you don't walk away from me like you always do."

"I will not. Promise. Take care of yourself."

Little smile on his face.

"I will. You take care too."

I smiled at him.

His horse came out at a full gallop. And I thought to myself... Have I found what I've always been looking for? No, it's too fast to make sure of that. But the truth is that I met the first human who wants to talk to me. And that's an enough reason to smile.

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Freddie’s POV

I went to the nearest inn to get some rest before comeback to home. Eating a little, I can't stop thinking about that young man. John. I don't know why he's so disregarded. He seems to be a very kind, affectionate being; as well as beautiful on the outside. I could enjoy his company forever. It was only a few minutes this time, but it was beautiful. They were like being in paradise. I would love to bring him to my palace, to live with me. But my father would still call me the family disgrace, as well as crazy. And gay. Yes, I am. But my father doesn't understand happiness. He only wants to keep alliances with other lords. Aren't my other brothers and sister enough for you, Father?

Well, at least I have my mother on my side. She knows how I like to live and she understands, even if she doesn't like it. If my father hasn't thrown me out of the house, it's because of her.

Well, stop rambling. I think it's time to go to sleep. I'm tired. I know in my dreams, he will be. That beautiful, divine creature. I don't know what the paths of life will be like, but I hope they'll allow us to continue to cross...

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Cheers, Lily.