#creature art

[hannahorca]

Creatures and the fish that inspired them! All art and photos by me 🐟🐠

[credus99-blog]

exploration of muscle groups and body outline of terrestrial catfish

[monstatron]

BIG BOSS LADY

( obasi is a woman and butch lesbian that uses she/her & he/him ! )

some doodles of obasi with her coat, though admittedly, as impressive as her style is, her coat is like a shadow that still cascades her…

some additional yap about this is in the thread under the cut + bonus backstory doodle 🦍

mind my very incorrect grammar here lol

dubaku never wanted to be a parent, he enjoyed the illusion of parenthood, but after he lost gabi (obasi's mother), he realized how little he truly cared for family. much like how he raised obasi, he was raised to see family as something dangerous and draining, a chore more than love. so when obasi was born all he could think of was the blood he would shed for her that he did not want to shed. dubaku never wanted to be a father.

he didn’t want the life of a crime lord and he most certainly did not want a child to go along with it. he knew that in raising obasi, he would have no choice but to work until he died, so he chose to be miserable. he chose to hurt his daughter. he chose to make obasi feel all that pain and anguish in every neglectful action towards her.

obasi loathed dubaku as much and he loathed her, and in the end, she did not loathe him as much as she thought. in the end, dubaku is still her father and a part of her wants to love him, and that’s why she wears his coat when she grows older. his coat is the last semblance of some kind of love that vanished the moment she was thrust into his shadow.

deep down i think there’s still a child in obasi that wanted to see dubaku as her father and not a role to follow, she wanted to love him as family and not loathe him for the successful crime leader that he was. she wanted to carve her own path but had no choice but to follow his. and now, by the time the events of the main story happen, she’s about the same age her father was when he was murdered, and she’s filled the shoes she was destined to fill. but at what cost?

obasi’s coat is ultimately symbolic of the hatred, neglect, and pure malice that shaped her childhood. it represents how she is so deeply tethered to an instinctive love of her family but simultaneously, a boundless hate.

she wears her father’s coat like she wears her past upon her shoulders.

anyway im just tweaking over my own oc lore huzzah

[kodakreations]

recent art n fantribe customs,,

[spookifiedsprink]

Way older art from like- last year. But it wasn't finished and I wanted to get it out of my gallery It's not the full ref since they're supposed to have wings, but I also want to redo it since I don't want to use that lineart brush again

[n1ght0f-nyx]

OMG I LOVED THE FIC OF FINDING THE HUNGRY CREATURE IN THE WOODS WOULD YOU CONSIDER MAKING A PART TWO PLEASE!?!?!??

frankensteins monster (adam) x reader pt 2

no tags or warnings for this one

word count- 800

Your breath formed small clouds as you trudged through the familiar path, the basket at your side heavier today than yesterday.

You had promised to return, and you would not break your word.

The memory of the creature—his hollow cheeks, the gaunt lines of his face, the way he had devoured the food with a desperation that spoke of weeks, perhaps months, of starvation—had haunted you through the night. You had lain awake, staring at the wooden beams of your ceiling, wondering who he was. What had happened to him? How had he come to be abandoned in these desolate woods, alone and afraid?

You pushed those thoughts aside as you approached the clearing where you had left him. At first, the space seemed empty, untouched but for the fresh snow that had settled overnight. For a moment, doubt gnawed at you. Had he left? Had he taken your offering as a kindness but chosen to move on?

Then you saw him.

He was half-hidden between the trees, his immense form pressed against the trunk of a fallen oak. His eyes flickered toward you, wary, uncertain. But he did not run.

"You stayed," you said softly, more to yourself than to him.

The creature’s gaze lingered on you, his expression unreadable. He said nothing, but he did not move away when you took a cautious step closer.

You knelt down, setting the basket between you, pulling out a small bundle of bread and dried meat. He eyed it, his nostrils flaring slightly at the scent, but he did not lunge for it as he had the day before.

"I brought more this time," you explained, unwrapping the cloth carefully. "And a blanket. It’s not much, but it should help against the cold."

He looked at the blanket, his massive hands flexing at his sides. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he reached for it. The fabric disappeared into his grasp as he unfolded it, running his fingers over the rough wool.

A quiet moment passed before he murmured, "Warm."

You blinked. It was the first time he had spoken more than a single word to you.

Encouraged, you smiled gently. "Yes. I thought it might help."

He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, shifting slightly, and for the first time, the sharpness in his expression dulled just a little. He looked… less afraid.

"Are you feeling better?" you asked.

He hesitated, then nodded.

Relief flooded through you. "Good."

A silence settled between you both, though it was not entirely uncomfortable. You watched him eat, slower this time, savoring each bite rather than tearing through it like an animal starved. He seemed more present today, less caught in the throes of pure survival. You studied him, his face still haggard, his lips cracked from the cold, but his hands steady. His eyes—dark and deep as the forest shadows—held something you could only describe as curiosity.

"Why?" he rasped suddenly, his voice rough from disuse.

You frowned. "Why what?"

He swallowed, his throat working around the word. "Help."

You exhaled slowly, considering your answer. "Because you needed it."

His brow furrowed as if the concept was foreign to him. "People… run."

Your chest tightened. You could see it now—the rejection, the fear, the scorn he must have faced. The way he flinched when you approached, the hesitance in his movements, the disbelief in his eyes at something as simple as kindness.

"I won’t run," you said firmly. "And I won’t hurt you."

His lips parted slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, he simply stared, as though trying to decide if he could believe you.

You let the silence stretch, giving him time. The sun had begun to rise higher, its light filtering weakly through the trees, casting soft golden hues against the snow. A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, dislodging flakes that drifted lazily to the ground.

Finally, the creature shifted, pulling the blanket more tightly around himself. He looked down at the remains of his meal, then back at you, and wrapped the blanket as much as he could fit over your form.

"Thank you," he said, the words hesitant, as if they did not quite fit in his mouth.

Your heart swelled as your head thumped against his shoulder. "You're welcome."

You stayed a while longer, talking in slow, careful exchanges. His voice was coarse, his vocabulary simple, but there was understanding between you. He asked about the food, the blanket, about the sky. He told you, in few words, that he had been cold for a very long time. That he had been alone.

You told him he wasn’t alone anymore.

And when you finally stood to leave, promising to return again, he did not watch you with suspicion or fear.

He watched you with something that almost looked like hope.

[monsteratum]

tiny sketch of the moon

[davidzochi]

serperior for the new years! my first time drawing serperior too

[aromiekimart]

Nue - my take on the Japanese chimera. This is an old piece I did years ago, but I still quite like it!

[minamorrigu]

Sylveon 🎀✨

Absolutely did not use Faebruary as an excuse to draw another Pokémon.

[stanpinesfan0410]

I was supposed to look like this I think

[hannahorca]

Subterranean Dragon

[p-jinkers]

Moonbash! An extradimensional monstrosity who specializes in healing magic and mitigating (frequent) squabbles between xer teammates. She's trying her best to look like a dragon but..... can't really get it correct. Its adoptive tribe doesn’t really mind though!

It's teammates Nebu (brown) and Doppelgänger (teal)

[ozzyeelz]

I like them lots💚

[akeussel]