#mythics au

[kuroeko]

drying off!

[marbalai-marble]

HERE'S THE RARES

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[kingfukaz]

"Azzy" (Azure) - Belongs to @twilliasart

"Rick" (Varik) - Myself

Meme Origin

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Fish want him women fear him

[brittle-doughie]

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Mythical Mythos: The Wishing Tree

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Many Cookies have wishes they want in life, whether they be for others or themselves. No matter how tall the ask, the Wishing Tree has always provided.

Some are thankful to have their wishes be heard and bring praise upon the tree. Others see it as a means to an end, leaving after receiving what they’ve requested.

You: “It has come to my attention that a lot of my Cookies have been visiting the Wishing Tree lately. She’s quite the special tree, isn’t she? Do remember this, even the Tree has her limits. For without red, there is no green.”

Whether your word was heeded or not, you could feel your heart sink down into your body when you noticed a leaf had wilted and fallen off. The blueberry birds looked scared…

The tree had her limit reached with one Cookie, the next wish will be made with a cost. You can’t just take and not give, right?

You watered the tree, placing a hand on her bark as you wished for the safety of this Cookie, they do not know of the weight their wishes had on her.

Your worst fears would come to light when that Cookie, the one who requested for a whole house, had the house collapsed on top of them a month later. It was deemed an accident from the construction.

You knew the truth though, as a new leaf started to bloom on one of her branches…

For there is no green, without red…

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[cluelessatthispoint]

A Dragon's Hoard pt.1

(Mythical AU of the 141)

(This fic is inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo.)

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You've never been one for the warmth that most people eminate. The kindness that sparkles in someone's eyes when they see someone they know and love. The way a person's tone changes to show their interest in a conversation, or how families get close and share hugs amongst one another. It's sweet, you think. Sweet but pointless. Smiles can be faked, tones can be raised and lowered on a whim. Scrunchingbupbyour nose in disdain as you spy another group of travelers walking along the beaten path. The sounds of their laughter and idle chatter already fading as the sounds of gravel underfoot growing fainter.

A pang of envy settles between your ribcage. The feeling of it twisting and festering almost burns. Never once had you ever experienced that. Never a tender smile or a kind word was ever directed at you. Thinking back as far as you can, there was always one constant: being alone. Ever since the great fire raged six summers ago, you've been displaced. Wandering and begging for scraps of food or even taking refuge within the churches when the bitter cold sweeps across the land. It is a harsh life for a child your age. Eleven years old and orphaned. Truly, if the orphanages weren't so full and if the staff cared, you figured you'd be stuck there. But seeing as they were full to bursting and low on income, you were throw. To the curb and barely spared a glance by any passersby.

Which brings you to the present. Living in the woods as best you can, your lean-to near the city's walls, but far enough to be undisturbed by mercenaries and gangs. The farther out away from the city the more people fear to tread. The tales of the great dragon who prowls the far edge of the woods have been told by young and old alike. Each story growing more fierce and bloody with each retelling. But so long as you're living without being pestered by people it's fine by you. Scowling as the bright sun shines brightly overhead, you practically have to squint to make out the shapes of birds flying overhead or in the trees. Sling shot in hand and a pain in your empty stomach spurs you on to find a meal. There are plenty of edible roots this time of year, with a few already back safely tucked into the confines of a nook in your lean-to. The only piece left to a decent meal would be some protein. With the birds twittering and chirping overhead. The sounds of mother birds feeding their squalling chicks is grating to your ears. Already irritated beyond compare from hunger pangs and envy. You screech out an angered shout as you set off your loaded slingshot amongst the trees. A sick hope of the rock somehow hitting a bird makes you smile bitterly. But the only thing you can hear is a gruff chortle followed by a accented baritone voice.

"Well now, what have we got here so far in my end of the woods?"

Your eyes widen as you can see a figure come stumbling out of the foliage. His tone possessive as he mentions the woods being his. A large hand on his head rubbing the sore spot of where the rock made impact. An apology rises to your warbling vocal chords only to be cut off as you see the large, curling horns protruding from his head. Smoke billowing from his mouth in a steady stream as he lets out an amused chuckle at your speechless state. Stretching his arms overhead in a mocking show of strength. You can see one large green wing furled in close to his back.

"Well?"

His deep voice sends a wave of fear through your bones. He could easily snap your neck with a flap of his wing, or crush you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Gazing wide eyed in fear...you can only think of how the stories that were told were true. Looking up at the hulking figure, you can see why the stories were never the same. This dragon...this man...this creature is somehow both. A hybrid of sorts.

Not bothering to stay around and chat. You bolt as if the devil himself were after you. Your tiny legs running as fast as you can. With the way your autonomic nervous system is kicking in. Your legs feel both like jelly and pins and needles from all the adrenaline. Panting heavily as you run the feeling of copper rises to your tongue as your lungs strain for air. Running was never your strongest attribute. The hybrid could tell that as well as even over the beating of your heart in your ears you can hear him running not to far behind you. His strides much longer than yours, a grin on his face as you can hear a giddy sort of chuckle rumblebfrom his chest.

"What's a hatchling like you doing all the way out here sweet thing?"

A pair of strong arms wrap securely around you as you flail and kick wildly. The scent of smoke and sweat fills your nose as you scratch at the arms holding you in place. The rumbling timbre of his voice sends vibrations through your body as he holds you securely against his chest.

"Been watching you for a while hatchling, all alone in these woods. Should have been eaten a long time ago."

As if those words weren't frightening enough, deep down in the pit of your belly you know them to be blaringly true. The amount of times you've stayed up in the night fending off wild animals were more than enough to prove his point. Tensing in the Hybrids strong arms, he adjusts his hold as if holding a squirming newborn fawn. His hot breath ghosting over the top of your head and neck. As if sensing your blinding fear, the hybrid chuckles, a rumbling purr rising from the chest behind you.

"Hush now...Papa's here, lil treasure. Papa's here."

Stilling immediately out of fear at the hybrid’s words. Whether condescending or not, you can't help but relax slightly. The fight leaving your tired body as soon as the adrenaline runs out. Your heart pitter pattering in your chest almost painfully. Sucking in greedy lung fulls of air, you can't help but relax begrudgingly against the warmth that the massive body behind you eminates. You're stuck here now.

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We all know who the dragon is :) it's everyone's favorite tired dad Price!

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[mossy-paws]

Fantasy creature Phighters! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr. Guess who’s alive again!!!! Anyways here’s sword and rocket as fantasy creatures, I actually made these a long time ago but I just completely forgot to post them :’DD

for those curios, this is like a mini little fun silly au of mine, nothing much and I’m not gonna draw anything for it in the future but it was me turning Phighters into different fantasy monsters or creatures, currently:

Rocket is a Kelpie Centaur, Sword is a harpy, Scythe would be a Greek Sphinx, Subspace would be a manticore, Coil would be a Japanese Knobold, Broker would be a siren, Slingshot would be a werecat, etc etc! Here’s an extra little fun doodle by the way, I hate them. /aff

[melodyartist]

A new wave of brain rot of the Mythic Au is coming back really strong.

For context: Menelaus left Hermione and baby son Nicostratus for 15 years circa, ( he was lost at sea looking for Helen in Egypt for 5 years,he does some awful stuff ) and came back to find that his palace was over taken by his nieces Electra and Orestes , shit happens but everything turns out well...

So yeah enjoy.

[xkaru-karux]

i did it, i did the thing

the wither rose alliance band au is real and it’s here

they’re called the wither roses

fwhip is the frontman, singer and guitarist, gem is the lead guitarist, pearl is the bassist and sausage is the drummer

scott is their stressed out manager and katherine is their makeup artist

the cod allience is their rival band (idk what to do for a name)

[mocamagical]

The only place he can't reach her...the higher ground

[prismtheartkoopa]

Hello? Are there any koopaling fans here on Tumblr??

I got a Monster AU if anyone wants it!

[kuroeko]

the source of magic

[marbalai-marble]

i'm almost out of tagging hell, chat

MYTHICS AU COMMONS

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[cheeseborgorbord2]

Beauty Created in the Strangest Way

(amab) Sevika x (afab) Harpy reader headcanons

Men and minors DNI

Warnings: fluff, dead dove content, dead animals, depression, smut, breeding, breastfeeding

Jinx and Isha cammeos

SFW

⇒You and Sevika cuddle and sleep every night in your makeshift nest. She's completely forgotten her own bed exists.

⇒Isha has been teaching Sevika American Sign Language and cues you use to communicate with the lack of hands, while Jinx has been teaching you to speak. You couldn't get it right the first few times, but slowly, you mimicked her. And to Sevika's dismay, you occasionally go on cursing tangents.

⇒You hide any feathers you take off into her hair. Sometimes, you come to her with any old flight feathers and bring them to her as a gift. She now has a box dedicated to all the feathers you give her or that she finds herself.

⇒Sevika noticed something strange about you. Recently, you had become more motherly and protective towards Isha when she and Jinx visited and stayed over. You nearly suffocated Isha trying to incubate her and always kept her in your makeshift nest. You would follow her around to make sure she was safe, even to the bathroom- outside, of course. Even harpies understand privacy.

⇒When Isha wasn't there, you'd baby Sevika. You would chew her food and try to regurgitate it back to her. You'd bring her any rats or mice you caught in the apartment and tried getting her to eat them. Sometimes you'd leave them on her pillow as she slept, scaring the fuck out of her when she woke up.

⇒The feathers around your chest and inner thighs were falling off. Some you pulled yourself. Your intimate areas were becoming more visible. Sevika had to slap some clothes on you so you wouldn't scar Jinx and Isha by accidentally flashing them.

⇒She's begun doing more research on harpies. She's read on behaviors, diet, anatomy, and mating habits and rituals.

⇒She learned that the change in behavior was due to the upcoming mating season. You were getting ready to raise a baby, explaining your treatment towards Isha, a child.

⇒You've stood in your nest for days, not getting up for food or water. Sevika had to get it for you. To lessen the load on you, she would take turns on keeping the nest warm. She wanted to get an understanding of what she might get into.

⇒Then, one miraculous day, you laid an egg. The egg was as large as an emu's, with brown freckles scattered around the white shell. You were so proud of your creation that you brought it to Sevika the moment she returned from work. She could see the joy in your eyes as your feathered tail wagged. She placed a gentle kiss on the egg before handing it back to you.

⇒She watched as you kept the egg warm under your feathers for 2 months.

⇒She also watched as the disappointment and sadness glossed over your eyes when month 3 hit and your first egg never hatched.

⇒You became depressed after your first egg didn't hatch. You wouldn't eat or leave the nest, not wanting to leave your precious egg unattended. Sevika had to fight you to get the egg out, which resulted in several scratches and bites on her attached arm and repairs needed on her mechanical one.

⇒You hadn't eaten in a few days. You refuse to eat. Not even your favorite food, thawed rats, tempts you. Sevika doesn't know what to do.

⇒She brings Jinx and Isha over; she needed some help.

"She won't eat, Jinx! I'm terrified! What if I lose her?" Sevika rambles.

Isha is currently combing through your hair and feathers in comfort.

"When did she stop eating?" Jinx asked.

"After I took her egg away."

"Why would you take her egg away? It's like kidnapping a baby. Even I wouldn't do that," Jinx crossed her arms. "You practically took her baby away."

"Damn it, I know. But her egg didn't hatch. She wouldn't leave her egg. I had to take it."

"What if you get her a fake egg?" Jinx proposes.

"Where in the world am I going to get an egg the size of Isha's head?"

"I dunno," Jinx shrugged. "Wait, did you say the size of Isha's head? Damn...Which side did she push it from?"

"Jinx!" Sevika scolded.

"What? Geez, I can't ask?" Jinx puts her hands up in defense.

Sevika huffed as she looked over at you. She saw how motherly you were with Isha. She didn't know what to do. She felt helpless, and that was her most hated feeling.

⇒One night, as she lays in the nest next to you, she thinks back on the research she did. She remembers a page she read on mating rituals and habits. Female harpies have been known to force humans into mating and becoming sperm donors, resulting in female offspring. Then, an idea popped into her mind; she could willingly mate with you.

⇒The next morning, she caresses your face, her calloused hands running over your skin. You let out a small tired trill as you're awaken with rare gentleness.

"Morning, Birdie. You okay?" She asked, her thumb running along your cheek. You shake your head, resting it against her chest.

"I can make it better."

NSFW

⇒Sevika kisses you with passion and sweetness. She puts all her love in the way she kissed you, the way her hands roamed your feathered body.

⇒Her hands slip off the tube top and boxers she lended you, revealing your fully naked parts to her. She worshipped your nipples with her mouth as her thick fingers ran along your slip.

"You want this, my good girl?" She whispered into your ear. You nod, letting soft moans slip out.

⇒Her fingers start at a low pace inside you at first but speed up when you beg her to.

"P-please, fuck, fuck," you choke out.

⇒When she makes you come, you waste no time in struggling to take her pants off, but damn these wings.

⇒ She's huffing and panting as she thrusts her hips up as her cock drives deeper into your tight pussy. The sounds of skin slapping echo throughout the room. Your gummy walls gripped her like a vice, sucking her in further, the tip of her cock hitting your cervix. Your wings wrap around her as she brings you closer to another orgasm.

"Co...come..ing!" You squeak as your walls spasm around her.

"Fuck!" Sevika groans, her hips thrusting up a final time, her hands holding your hips down as she shoots thick ropes of cum into your womb.

⇒She peppers kisses all over your face after coming down from her orgasm. She gently lays you down against the pillows, allowing you to relax before moving her hips again, fucking her cum more into your womb. Your tits bounce with every impact of her hips against your thighs.

⇒She lifts your hips up, angling them, her shaft rubbing against that special spongy spot that makes you see stars. The friction quickly brings you to your third climax. She slows her movements.

⇒ The next thing you know, she's folding you in half, knees to your chest, into a mating press, roughly pounding herself at the delicious angle. Her heavy balls, churning copious amounts of cum, slap against your slightly feathered ass.

⇒She's whispering sweet nothings into your ears as she gets close.

"Gods, I love you so much. Good girl. I can't wait to have a baby with you."

⇒Her hips deliver the final blow as she busts more seed into your womb, holding you close. Her cum drips out with her cock inside, your womb and pussy filled to the brim.

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SFW (again)

⇒Sevika is happy when you begin eating again.

⇒She's awoken in the middle of the night by you shaking her to show her the five new eggs you finished laying. She smiled, a tear slipping out her eye.

⇒It's been two more months. Any day now, the eggs should hatch. Sevika has called in sick with food poisoning and is staying at home. She wants to be there when her babies are born.

⇒You two are asleep when the sounds of cracking break the silence of the night. You two immediately perk up at the noise. You lift up your feathers to the sight of cracked shells. As you move for Sevika to get a better view, your eyes light up.

⇒Two of the eggs hatched successfully. Two baby harpies are born, naked wings and small yet sharp talons. Their skin is light brown, and they have small tufts of hair and feathers covering spots on their heads.

⇒You hold one baby girl to your breast, helping her latch on, your daughter hungrily feeding. Meanwhile, Sevika holds your other daughter in her arms, looking in adoration at her two daughters.

"They're beautiful."

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Headers made with Pinterest images (no art featured in the future is mine, unless stated otherwise). I did make the headers.

Please do not copy my work without credit. Likes and reposts are appreciated.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

The pishacha are manifestations of evil itself, locked within a cursed amulet. The wearer of the amulet is at the mercy of the demon, known for possessing humans and feeding off their host's chakra energy. However, if symbiosis is achieved, the pishacha can grant its host a myriad of powerful abilities.

I just needed to draw something cool okay. I needed to draw some cool goop and some cool looks okay. okay. if I didn't post this I would have exploded okay

[chip-the-dip]

What if I told yall that my Wild West au now has mythical creatures in it :3

Scars is the unicorn Grians is the other