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he could be a vampire or a werewolf, we dont know, for sure...

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Final monstober art dump for 2024! More info under the cut.

#26 Cenobite #27 Bogeyman #28 Corpse #29 Alternate #30 Elemental #31 Trick or Treat

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Commissions Open!!!

Just a heads up, my commissions are currently open! Please message me through Bluesky, Discord, or Telegram if interested!!!

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ANOTHER MONSTOBER ART DUMP!

#19 Swamp #20 Temptress #21 Lycan #22 Yurei #23 Nightwalker #24 Men in Black #25 Animatronic

Important info under the cut

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Appalachian Warnings, The Things You Should Ignore.

As a practitioner of the Appalachian branch of witchcraft, and someone who has friends that are morbidly curious about what goes on here, I thought it may be prudent to give at least some information on the things that tend to go bump in the night around here. (putting it lightly)

Now, to preface, I am not a part of any of the native tribes here in Appalachia, nor do I claim to know everything about these creatures. This is not any attempt as scaring people, nor is it in the spirit of using these sacred beings as a fear inspiring tactic. This is meant to be informational and used as a cautionary warning against fucking up in the Appalachian mountains. If you are a member of any of these tribes, and do feel I have overstepped, please call me out. I don't think I have included anything that is overstepping, but if I have it will be an opportunity to learn and I can edit this accordingly as to not step on toes, as well as warn and educate.

Winter Cannibals - We do NOT say their names. I am not a member of any tribes so I cannot attest to the details, nor will I pretend to know everything about them. As far as I know they are born of cannibalism, and basically just eat.

Flesh Pedestrians - Again, we don't say their names and I cannot attest to the details. How they are made isn't public knowledge outside of Navajo culture, nor should it be. It is mostly known that they become these things willingly. Obviously they can shapeshift but they can also mimic voices.

Risen Witches/Ghost Witches - We also don't say their names. They are supposedly the corpses of malevolent witches. They are very dangerous, and have a great aversion to a particular shade of blue. (Personal opinion here, but I think the Bell Witch may very well be one of these things.)

Goat Heads - It can be bad luck to say these thing's actual names. They are said to walk the old roads and trails of the mountains. Seven feet tall, half man half goat, and sometimes carrying old tools like axes as weapons. I don't think they were ever human.

The Rake - Dunno where this thing came from, but it was never human. Never pretended to be human either. Do not mess with it, do not look at it. If you hear it, no you didn't. If you see it, no you didn't. (Honestly this rule is pretty universal)

The things in the fields - When they tell you not to look out the farm house windows as night, these are what they're referring too. You don't want them to see you, and more importantly you don't wanna see them. If you see someone walking around in a field yelling for help or whistling. About face and walk the other way, DO NOT RUN. (Also, if the scarecrows move, yeah best not to think about it...)

Not Deer - If you see a deer, and immediately your brain says. 'that's not a deer.' Just don't. Walk away, you didn't see shit. They might be a flesh pedestrian, they might not be. Personally I think they are older.

War Ghosts - Mostly harmless. You might smell old perfume, maybe tobacco smoke before a battle anniversary. Maybe you hear distant fighting. You might even see them. They aren't usually a big deal.

The people in the water - If you see a person in the water, look away, you didn't see shit.

The people in the caves - if you think you hear something following you in a cave, stay alert, but no you didn't.

Mothmen - You probably won't see one of these. They haven't been spotted since the 60's. Supposedly they warn of disaster. Big, white, red eyed, bird/man hybrids. There really isn't much more information on them, so I don't really know if they're dangerous or not.

Moon Eyed People - The Cherokee originally talked about these people. Nocturnal, short, pale, bearded, blue eyed. Some people think they're another race, others think they might have just been early European settlers. I'm not gonna risk it, and I'm gonna keep my guard up.

Wampus Cats - Apparently first spotted in North Carolina. Big mountain lions with two tails, six legs, the power of speech, the ability to stand on their hind legs, and some mystical abilities. Dunno if they're always evil, but they are about as dangerous as a mountain lion, so yeah...

The things with skulls for faces - These things are old. I don't quite know what they are, but my gut says they are as old as the mountains themselves. DO NOT FUCK WITH THEM. If they had a name, I would never say it aloud.

The lights - You see them on the trails, you'll see them in the fields. Everywhere in the mountains and on old abandoned roads. Best to ignore them.

For the most part it boils down to; You didn't see shit, you didn't hear shit, don't whistle at night, don't say their names, Don't look in the trees at night, don't look out your window at night if you can help it, and use common sense.

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ANOTHER ART DUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Info under the cut. :)

#12: Old God #13: Appalachian #14: Revenant #15: Hangman #16: Hone-Onna #17: Gray Lady #18: Plague

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TIME FOR ANOTHER MONSTOBER ARTDUMP!!!!

#8: Vermin

#9: Wraith

#10: Fairy Tale

#11: Golem

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The designs for the acrylic charms that'll be debuting in my shop this Friday! I wanted a batch to showcase Melon and Mario together, so I took some of the drawings I did for the book and isolated them, cleaned them up a bit, and baddaboom. :]

I think at some point after the release of these I may do another tiny batch; one or two, that features Melon and Mario in some behind-the-scenes extras. I enjoy the idea of Melon basically seeing Mario as his human son, so I think it'd be cute if I depicted that a tiny bit more; maybe of Melon hugging the lil bastard or offering him fruits. In any case, I can't wait to show ya'll the physical versions of these; they look pretty good! ;w;

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Written Works Masterpost - NSFW under the cut

Three and One pt.1 - Crewmate x Imposter (Among Us fic)

The Difference Between Protection and Cruelty - Jackrabbit

Hare Hop - Ferro meets a Hare at the gym. (18+) In the Lion's Den (Commission) - Ian meets Duke (18+) In the Lion's Paws (Commission) - Ian gets some aftercare (18+) In the Lion's Pride (Commission) - Nathan is invited over to Duke's place for some fun (18+)

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Three and One, chapter 1

It was far too early for this. The crew of the Skeld was up bright and early thanks to an unexpected cargo drop. Most of the crew was already up and about, getting things ready for the day. All thanks to the annoying chimes of the unmanned MIRA shuttle that’d flagged them down not an hour before. Brown had been assigned to help out in the kitchens and Tan had the lovely job of clearing a clog in the bathrooms. That only left Black and Gray to load up the new shipment. 

Gray had no problems with the heavy shipment crates, tossing them around like they weighed nothing. Black couldn’t help but be impressed by the larger man’s strength. Black himself was quite a bit smaller than the other three ship-hands. Having been brought onto the Skeld for his general knowledge of space and his optimism. He usually didn’t help out with heavy lifting, but seeing as Tan and Brown were already busy. Black had insisted he help, despite his trepidation. 

Orange had said he could help, but everyone knew that the man was getting on in years. He’d been complaining about his joints recently. He’d even started bugging Red about bringing in a coral crewmate to help out with the engineering tasks around the ship. So, Black was adamant that he pick up his self-perceived slack. 

“MIRA never fails to fuck us over.” Gray grunted as he set another crate in place. The grav-cart was nearly overflowing with crates packed full of supplies. Some were nearly bursting with their contents. “Six in the fucking morning, and they decided to make us lift this shit.” He complained. Black chuckled quietly, busy setting up the next grav-cart. 

Gray was tall, buff, and practically dripped with masculinity. Though he had a bit of a temper, he always seemed to have a kind word for Black. Black couldn’t help but admire him. His chiseled features were complimented by dark hair and slate colored eyes. Black, in comparison, was short and on the slightly chubby side of the scale. Curly black hair spilled onto his shoulder and framed his chubby face. His black eyes complimented his pale skin starkly. 

“It could be worse.” Black chimed in as he attempted to lift a smaller crate onto his cart. Though heavy, Black was able to slide it onto the grav-cart with only a little trouble. Gray had already docked the first grav-card and ducked back into the shuttle to help load the second. 

“Please, do tell.” Gray grumbled. 

“Well, at least you aren’t the only one loading this stuff, right?” Black questioned. His dark eyes sparkled with an uncanny mirth despite the early hours. Grey shook his head with a rueful smile, grabbing another heavy crate as he did. 

“Shimp, I enjoy the company, but you were not built for this kinda work.” Gray replied. Black looked away in embarrassment, as he struggled to set another crate onto the cart. Gray sighed, looking to the ceiling and rubbing his neck. “Really, I enjoy the company, but why don’t you go make sure that the cargo is secure in the ship. I’ll keep loading here, and you can bring in the next grav-cart.” Gray said, giving Black an encouraging smile. 

Black gave a stilted nod and mumbled his agreement before he slipped back onto the Skeld. He thought he heard Gray cursing quietly to himself, but decided to ignore it for now. The short man quickly made his way over to the grav-cart that Gray had filled up already. As he ensured that everything was in its proper places, there was a sudden jolt throughout the ship. Red’s voice suddenly boomed from the comms system.

“Everyone had better hang on tight. We just hit some sort of energy pocket. Think it might be a solar storm of some kind. Shields are holding but it’s gonna get choppy.” Just as Red’s voice faded, the ship shook violently. The crates on the inside of the subtle had begun to topple from their places. Gray slipped out of the shuttle just before the dominoes had begun to fall. 

“Shit, Gray are you ok?” Black called, struggling to hang on to the grav-cart’s handles. Gray gave a thumbs up, hanging tight to the trash shoot’s lever. 

“I’m fine Squirt, stay put!” He shouted over the crashing noises from the shuttle. “Hope MIRA didn’t send us anything fragile!” The taller man tried to joke as they were jostled about. Black let himself chuckle. The lights began flickering throughout the ship, the only constant light coming from the shuttle. Orange’s voice suddenly came loud and clear from the comms.

“Shit, the storm is messing with the power. I’m working on it, but it’s looking bad…” The older man’s voice was cut off by static as the ship lurched. The power cut out suddenly before emergency lights flooded the room. The grav-cart that Black had been clinging to lurched down as it lost power. He thought he heard Gray shout for him to move, but it was too late. Black looked up to see crates falling towards him. He fell back, shielding his head with his arms, before everything went dark. 

Gray swore violently as the emergency lights flooded the room. Coating everything in a frightening red. He could do nothing from his position as the grav-cart Black had been holding on to suddenly lost power. The crates shifting dangerously.

“Black! Get out of there!” He cried, but it was far too late. Gray watched in horror as the small human was buried under the heavy cargo. He knew just how heavy those crates were. He’d loaded them on himself. While they were nothing for his kind, to a human…

Gray lept into action, abandoning his flimsy disguise for the aid of his extra limbs. Tentacles spring from his form as he lifted the crates away and tossed them to the side. The lights flickered to life as he uncovered Black. There was blood, so much blood. His arms were twisted in unnatural ways, as was his leg. A large cut marred the pale human’s forehead, running down across his eye. 

“Shit, shit shit!” Gray snarled from his elongated snout. He quickly moved the remaining crates away, shifting back into his human disguise. Activating his comms, he growled into them with urgency. “I need medical assistance now! Black was caught under the cargo when the power cut!” He heard White swear before confirming that she was on the way. He could sense Maroon and Pink trying to contact him, but he was too distracted. 

He gently rested Black’s head on his lap, surveying his injuries, and keeping a trained ear on his breathing. Black’s heartbeat was faint, but it was there. That’s what he had to focus on. The violent shaking of the ship came to a halt as White, Purple, and Cyan rushed in with a gurney. White cursed violently as she knelt down and began feeling for Black’s pulse. 

“Shit, it’s weak.” she said, turning to the others. “We need to get him to the med bay and get him prepped for surgery. He’ll need blood and fluids. Cyan, test his blood, ask around for a match, now!” White ordered, prompting Cyan to scoop up a sample of Blood and sprint from the cargo hold. 

“I’ll help move him.” Gray said, his tone leaving no room for argument. White gave a curt nod in reply before she began counting down. At three they hefted Black’s slight form onto the waiting gurney. Instantly the bedding was stained red. They wasted no time, Purple and White running on either side of the gurney as they raced to the med bay. Gray not far behind them. As they passed through the cafeteria, Pink sprinted from the kitchen to follow them. They skid to a halt once there, White rushing to grab the tools she needed. 

“I need you two out while we operate.” She said sternly to Gray and Pink, who had little time to argue before they were ushered through the door. Pink rounded on Gray, glaring. It was rather uncharacteristic for the usually gentle being.

“What the hell happened.” He growled, teeth sharpening a bit.  Pink was a bit taller than Gray, and far bulkier. Though in place of obvious muscle was instead fat. Pink was large in many ways, and his glare was surprisingly imposing. Gray balked at the other Imposter, lost for words at the venom from his usually kind companion. Though when it came to black, all three of the aliens on board were prone to acting out of character. Gray cleared his throat and explained what happened. Pink took the explanation bravely, and only scolded him for implying that Black was weak. 

As they argued, several other crewmates began to make their appearance. Maroon, their fellow imposter, was first on the scene. As tall as Pink, and with a strong presence. It was like staring at a brick wall. His face was cold, but Gray could feel the distress just under the surface. Red, Rose, Green, Orange, Brown, and Tan all rushed to the hall soon after him. Before Maroon could ask, the door suddenly slid open. Cyan stepped out with a clipboard at the ready. 

“We have a problem.” Cyan began, flipping through the clipboard, “Black is O positive. We need someone else with O positive or O negative blood. We don’t have enough stored on board to save him.” He looked pointedly at everyone present. “Anyone?” He asked desperately. Gray shared a look with Maroon and Pink, a telepathic conversation taking place briefly. They didn’t hesitate. All three stepped forward. 

“Great, come on.” Cyan said as he dragged them into med bay before slamming the door shut behind them. Gray felt his blood shift as he changed it to what was needed. They refused to look in the direction that Black was in, forced to hear the horrible sounds of White operating. Maroon turned to Gray as Cyan set up to take their blood. 

“It isn’t your fault.” Maroon said, his stoic demeanor not giving an inch. Gray only gave a stilted nod as he turned away from the second officer. The three of them had been with the crew for a long time. They had become attached. Especially to Black. Gray couldn’t help but feel responsible, he’s the one who sent Black to check on the grav-cart after all. Pink leaned his large frame against Gray in what seemed to be an act of apology. Gray accepted the contact gratefully. 

The procedure didn’t take long on their part. Their blood was taken, bandages were given, and they were ushered out of the med bay with orders to eat and rest. Black was still under the knife. There was nothing more they could do. 

“Do you think it will work?” Pink asked as he led them into the kitchen. Bustling around to make them something quick to eat. Maroon sighed and shrugged, not verbally answering but letting thoughts through their link. Their blood was adaptive, it should work. The three of them ate quietly, worry eating away at them. Hoping desperately for news. 

Black woke with a groan. Everything hurt. He peeked one eye open, blinking at the bright lights. He took stock of himself groggily. His left eye was bangaged along with most of his head. An oxygen mask was affixed to his face. Both of his arms and his right leg were in casts, raised up above the bed by slings. An IV of blood and saline ran to one of his arms. 

“Ow…” He groaned weakly. Instantly Purple was at his side. They quickly checked his vitals and turned to him with a smile. 

“Black, I’m glad you’re awake.” They said cheerfully. “You seem to be reacting to the transfusion well enough.” Purple sat back down in the chair they’d been occupying before Black had spoken. Black looked around, distantly recognizing the med bay. 

“What happened?” He rasped. 

“An accident in the cargo bay.” Purple said, “We ran into a spot of trouble and lost power. The contents of a grav-cart fell on you. Gray pulled you out.” Purple flipped through a chart, Black assumed it was his. “You should try to get some rest, we’ll talk more when you’re feeling better.” Purple smiled as they stood. They pulled the curtains around Black’s bed closed and left. 

Black could feel the thrum of the engines, and the buzzing of the lights. It made his head ache. Black tried his best to relax into his cot. Closing his eyes and letting the sounds of the medical team puttering around lull him back to sleep.

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A commission for Antalese over on FA. Love how this turned out.

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Monstober Artemis Edition art dump!

Scarecrow, Sugar Skull, Oni, and Mutant