#adorable little monster

[nyarlah]

Tiny angry Johnny

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are here!!!

[thebigolbee]

why do you draw Mr.House kinda… 😳

The amount of hours I've spent thinking about this fool is genuinely bananas

[spookberry]

sparked to life

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[ybkitten]

Honestly how did you even find a tank this small?

[gamerbroduder]

curly i could write an essay about you. sorry about all that this is rushed. i had to make something

[shitpostingkats]

Yugioh TCG players are like "i HATE this monster!!! it's a MENACE and i want it REMOVED from existence. it KILLED my family and BURNT my crops" and then you look up a picture of the monster in question and it's like

[rainbowbatsy]

HORSE FUENTES & PONYIADO!??!

[rxttenfish]

i keep staring at this art i got from @slightly-gay-pogohammer and vibrating because GIRLS. GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!

[pacing-er]

I can't believe Mashita's canon reaction to Fan Service Yashiki was "You'd look better if you smiled more 😏" He calls Yashiki creepy all the time but he's making advances like a creepy male coworker XD

[tswwwit]

Reading the cult AU stuff really got my brain going, I just began imagining another Dipper but one so embroiled in monster hunting that when he first meets Bill it's after defeating a whole group of lower rank demons trying to curry favour with our favorite Angle man.

Bill is welcomed by a crossbow to the face and a distinct feeling of actual pain because this Dipper is able to do some damage. And Bill...the absolute smartest idiot himbo demon you will ever meet.

He just opens his gob and says;

"oh, skipping the first date and going straight to the foreplay?"

(Dipper makes him look like a pincushion for his troubles, or at least tries to. 😂)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I want to write some stuff for this but am actively nodding off so y'all just get an info dump before I forget it instead. (My baby loftwing being all fluffed and happy on my chest is not helping me focus lol)

Anyway! Miphlink baby!

I think it would be pretty neat if he was hard of hearing. The mix of Hylian/Zora genes mostly goes fine, but that's the one thing that just gets him. Part of it is because Zora and Hylian ears are different - Zora ears are small openings hidden under the side fins on their heads, and we all know about Hylian ears. Zora rely on different hearing sensors when underwater, hollowed out structures in their heads that allow, essentially, for echolocation. Miphlink baby is born with Hylian ears tucked behind thinner side fins, no structures for echolocation, and not the best hearing. So Link and Mipha have to sign with him most of the time, though he does hear a little better underwater since sound travels better underwater.

While Mipha's color scheme for her scales is like crystla red and creamy white, baby's color scheme is a lighter shade of red paired with Link's skin tone. He doesn't have claws, either, but he does have sharp incisors. He's got his dad's blue eyes.

As for size, when he's full grown he'll stand around the height of an adult Hylian man, so he'll be taller than his dad but short by Zora standards (I figure Mipha seems pretty short for her people's standards too - she is a teenager, of course, but like... she's shorter than Link. Girl is tiny). He's got the structural fins like any Zora, but his body proportions are those of a Hylian (longer legs, shorter torso, whereas Zora are shorter legs and longer torso).

He grows at a rate similar to Hylians - Zora age twice as slow as Hylians until they hit adulthood, and then they just... are adults for a million years. But Miphlink baby grows roughly at the rate of a Hylian, maybe a little slower, and the rest of the Domain is just floored at how fast this kid is hitting his growth milestones.

He definitely has that cute "head tail is too big for his body" thing going on that Sidon had <3

[heavenlyeros]

nezarec !! final god of pain ! nightmares, personified. also a soft cuddly care bear i'd like to hug to sleep. he was not easy to draw so i really hope you like him <3

(reuploading because tumblr is being weird)

[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically monster you! To get more specific bitty sheep hybrid you and your doting farmer handler.

Your just a wee thing so sweet so soft all covered in fluffy wool and your farmer loves you for it. Most the time little farm hybrids like you live no diffrent from farm animals, roaming around grazing and relaxing till its night time where you cuddle up with the other sheeps in the barn.

Or when its sheering day and all your fluffy wool gets clipped off. Freshly peeled sheeps all happily trimmed down and ready for the cooler days now that your thick coat is gone.

But farmer likes to take care of you a but more personally because your just oh so sweet. Happily relaxing at his side when he comes into the pasture to relax. Or watching when hes off working, lifting heavy hay bales into their places for his lovely hybrids to munch on.

He may have snuck you a few treats when the others are off being skittish or distracted with their own food. But that's your little secret for being such a good little lamb.

(Yooo! Its Pan again lol, I tried so hard to keep this one gender neutral and sfw bc in all honesty imma bit scared to post my more nsfw thoughts xp anyways this was inspired by another OC of mine!

I just adore little prey animals and big bad predators and I adore bunnies but we need more lovin on some adorable little farm animals. They are just the perfect little things for those ideas, cute little gated beans just ready for the big bads picking >:3

Anyways you beans have a good night and leave a few thoughts if yah want!)

[howlonomy]

About monster clover au can he fly with his wing?

WHHHHAATTG THIS IS SO CUTE??!?!? LITTLE CLOVER AAUUGHHGG if you believe hard enough,,, maybe you can <333