#human mimic

[rerarlo]

Do people ever think how creepy it is that humans can mimic other animals? And this goes even for animals we can't easily mimic, if we can't mimic it with just our voices and hands, we make whistles, tools to lure in other species lulling them into a false sense of security. And even if we aren't hunting. We casually mimic other creatures sometimes, cows mooing, sheep baaing and usually birds chirping. Lets put this in a more human perspective.

You're walking home one day, its a normal day. Maybe you got off work a little late because of your shitty boss so now its dark out. But otherwise nothing is out of your routine. There's a streetlight on the other side of the road that has been out for months because the city refuses to repair it after some kids broke it. And as you're passing by you hear from the direction of that light post a "Hello." Its weirdly monotone and when your head swings around to look at who said it, you don't see anybody. Thinking it was your imagination you continue walking, maybe you just heard something in the music that wasn't there. You take a few steps but before you can turn your music back on, you hear it again. This time you freeze, could... could somebody be hiding in the woods behind the streetlight? "Hello?" you reply before you can think better of it. "HelLo?" you hear back, it sounds like the person is... trying to copy the way you're speaking? No, no way, your nerves are probably getting to you. You debate whether to reply this time, maybe its better to just leave? I mean you don't know this person, they might be a murderer for Christ's sake. Not to mention you still can't fucking see them with you standing under the working streetlight. "Hello? ....Hello?" they speak again. "What do you want?" You finally gather the nerve to reply, fuck maybe you should've just booked it. "W..hat do..you want?" is parroted back to you after a couple seconds, and you manage to catch a glimpse of...eyes. Eyes just behind the tree line, they... they aren't where human eyes should be. No..no human is that tall. The urge to run has been building for a while now, but seeing those eyes when that...that Thing moved made you break into a sprint before you could think. You ran and ran and ran, you don't even remember most of it, but it ends with you at the front door to your apartment building and fishing for the keys in your bag like the devils on your heels. You get in, close the door, and look through the keyhole. There's nothing, absolutely nothing. No sign you were ever being chased. No overly tall thing with light reflecting eyes. You're...safe. You slump against the door your forehead against it. Did... did you imagine it? No, no way, you know what you Heard, you know what you Saw. And you are never walking down that road at night again.

[avidrops]

human mimic

[mimic1lover]

I post again

Low effort angst human mimic

LEAHM

He can't catch a break

[sensitive-clothes]

Human Mimic!

[cartoonscientist]

ughhhh oh my goddddd this top is so fucking cute but it’s backlessss 😩😫😭 bc if people see the dessicated hole full of rusty machinierey under my shoulderblades it just triggers my Bloodlust or wtv rly rly bad 😭😭 and i just cant yuo guys why is everything backless rn

[partysol-the-umbrella-wielder]

human mimic concept that I'm working on :]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Average car drive in the FNAF universe

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Eldritch/not-entirely-human Grunkle Stan stories have been eating away at my brain, so I have a silly little concept of Mimic!Stan.

He and his Mystery Shack are both mimics that lure tourists in as a literal "tourist trap" to gather and devour them! Since the house is alive, it raises a few (read: several) child safety concerns that lead to a LOT of rules to be created for Dipper and Mabel to follow when they eventually arrive, such as:

Be careful not to get lost in the winding hallways! The Mystery Shack is bigger on the inside, and you don't want to end up in the wrong areas.

Don't go through randomly appearing doors, they may eat you.

If you think you feel the walls around you breathing and the floor beneath you shifting, no, you don't.

If you think the walls feel a bit damp, you're imagining it.

Watch your fingers around windowsills! You wouldn't want to lose any of them.

Don't linger too long under the doorframes; it may start feeling like they are slowly constricting around you.

[tricera-t0ps]

hey, hey. come on now. mimics. those monsters who can turn into anything. into the pillow you rut against, the toy you use. it could be your whole bed, your mattress. it's just there and it feels you, you pleasuring yourself so so close to it. and it has a long tongue, and sharp teeth. it could help. it wants to help. let it help.

[eldritchpotato]

Benefits of a Shapeshifter GF

Ever been so in love you wanted to climb inside of your partner? Now you can. In fact, wear her as inconspicuous clothing despite the fact that underneath she’s stuffed your holes and you’re on the verge of cumming while out and about.

Now you have a living toolbox for every sex toy and scenario you could ever want. Want a vibrator attached to your clit? Done. Want to be tied down and fucked by the largest dildo you can take? Done. Want to fuck yourself on a tongue the length of your arm? Done, done, and done. She can make every fantasy come true.

Don’t need to worry about strange men coming up to you, she can just split in half and eat them without even making a mess. Problem solved and awkward situation avoided.

Oh yeah and all the kinky sex stuff, she can feel it. Your own dirty fantasies make being her pleasure too. Nothing better than making her cum so hard she can’t keep her shape anymore. Just mind the sharp teeth.

Gives the best hugs.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 310

Shadow core Danny? Shadow core Danny with Hazmat AU? Indeed, with a hint of a twist. 

See that hazmat helmet beneath the hood? Yeah that’s erm, that might be his actual face now. It might be able to split open into a proper maw, as he found out during one of the early fights. He thinks it might be a shadow-core thing though, because Fright Knight has something similar, along with the Keeper. Who's apparently a ghost that keeps track of other shadow-ghosts, which, cool. Cool library covered in flesh, nothing spooky there. 

He mentions this? Because apparently even if all ghosts partially feed on emotions, shadow cores need Fear the most. Which, thankfully shadow cores are apparently more rare than he’d expect, so he’s not going to go into a territorial frenzy or something on a bad day, yay! 

But uh, he might… count as a ghostling since he’s only a year dead- in fact he’ll continue to be as such until he’s at least 100 years dead, since he didn’t die as an adult. Which in turn… means he needs even more fear, at least until he’s old enough to generate it on his own. 

So what’s a ghostling to do? Take a trip to one of the most fear-soaked cities in the world, y’know, just a little weekend trip every month. Gotham isn’t that bad, and he can stay invisible- mostly! What’s going to happen, he run into a vigilante? Ha… oh no.

[aventurineswife]

Hear me out, what if HSR men with a reader who's some kinda mimic based monster who's pretending to be human. They're not bad or anything but just suck super bad at hiding the fact they're not human. My only request is Sunday be in the lineup, but anyone else you think would be fun is fairgame :)

To Live is to Pretend

Summary: During the Charmony Festival, Sunday encounters a mysterious individual—you—who is a mimic-based monster pretending to be human. Despite your awkwardness and strange behavior, Sunday sees through your facade and becomes intrigued by your desire to understand humanity. As the two of you spend time together, Sunday acknowledges your efforts and the shared desire for joy, even in imperfection. Ultimately, he finds something human in you, despite your differences.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Mimic Monster!Reader, Emotional Exploration, Humanity, Fluff.

The glow of the Charmony Festival filled the streets of Penacony with music and laughter, as delicate as the wings of the butterflies flitting through the air. Among the throngs of joyous attendees stood Sunday, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. His presence exuded a calm authority, every step deliberate, his voice a melody when he spoke. He lived for this—a moment where humanity could forget its struggles, even for a while. But he wasn’t here to simply bask in the celebration. His mind never truly rested.

And you...you were part of his latest dilemma.

Sunday’s sharp eyes had seen many things in his life, yet he could hardly make sense of you. Your smile was too wide at times, your laughter half a second too delayed. The way you moved—a little too fluid, a little too precise—made even the most distracted observer notice something...off. And your hunger. That was a beast of its own. It wasn't human hunger. It was a gnawing, endless craving for sustenance that wasn’t food. Something primal. You hid it, but not well.

Yet you were kind, earnest, and oddly endearing in your awkwardness. Sunday couldn't decide whether you were utterly harmless or an enigma with secrets darker than you let on. He had invited you here today to learn the truth.

“Doesn’t it feel alive?” you asked, looking up at the floating lanterns dotting the evening sky. Your voice wavered slightly, as though calibrating itself to match the tones around you.

Sunday tilted his head. “Alive? How do you mean?”

“They’re like...tiny creatures, glowing, free. Like they’re whispering to the stars.” you explained, your fingers twitching nervously as though rehearsing what a human would do. It was clear you were trying to fit in, but every gesture felt off, as if an artist had painted you from memory rather than reality.

Sunday’s eyes lingered on your face, the halo behind him casting soft light. “You see the beauty of it all, even in ways others don’t.” There was no accusation in his tone, only curiosity. “You’re not quite like anyone else, are you?”

Your movements stilled entirely, an unnatural freeze in the midst of your nervous shifting. “W-What do you mean?” The way your voice crackled betrayed your panic.

“I mean exactly what I said,” Sunday replied, taking a step closer. He loomed, but his presence wasn’t threatening—it was grounding, as though even the world’s chaos would fall silent before him. “You’re different, but difference isn’t a crime. Though I wonder, what is it you truly want?”

Your shoulders slumped, the pretense you’d worked so hard to maintain unraveling before him. “I-I’m not trying to hurt anyone,” you said quickly, stumbling over the words. “I just...I wanted to see what it’s like. To live. To feel.”

Sunday’s expression softened, though his eyes remained sharp. “And this...you mean this festival? Or this world?”

You hesitated. “Both. Humans. I think you call it ‘being human.’ I...I thought I’d try it out.” You chuckled, the sound awkward and hollow. “I’m...not great at it, huh?”

“No,” Sunday said, though the word wasn’t cruel. “But that’s not a failing—it’s an effort. Tell me, do you find joy in pretending?”

The question was so gentle that it made your chest ache. “I don’t know if it’s pretending,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “It’s...wanting. I want to understand. To belong. But it’s hard.”

Sunday studied you for a long moment, his gaze weighing far more than it should. Then he smiled. “Perhaps you’re closer to human than you think.”

Your head tilted instinctively, mimicry of curiosity despite the genuine confusion you felt. “What do you mean?”

“You desire, you strive, and you falter. You want joy but fear pain. It’s the same for them all,” Sunday said, gesturing to the crowds. “Perhaps the only difference is that you know you’re not one of them. Most don’t even see that much.”

As the festival carried on, Sunday remained by your side, the only one who seemed unfazed by your oddities. For the first time, you felt as though someone truly saw you. Not your disguise, not the gaps in your humanity—just you.

And for reasons you didn’t quite understand, you hoped he’d stay.

[katoobee]

my headcanon heights for the bad sanses :D

[frankiethedarkangel]

What monsters do you think would struggle to parent a human and why? (Ex: drider, werewolf, orc, etc)

Monsters that would struggle parenting a human.

This was fun :)

Vampire

They’d suck at parenting a human. (Pun intended) I feel like this one is controversial, being that they are a humanoid. Vampires probably wouldn’t understand human hunger. Only their own hunger. They’d definitely have impulse control with a blood bag constantly around. On top of that, they wouldn’t be awake during the day like humans are.

Alien

These guys know nothing about humans. We are as much of aliens to them as they are to use. Their parenting skills are just using you as a lab rat. Plus, humans can’t breathe in space. Huge lack of oxygen.

Ghost

This would be 50/50 depending on the type of ghost. Regular house ghost? Yeah they couldn’t help care for a human. They can’t even touch anything. A poltergeist? Maybe.

Tentacles

They’d accidentally drown the kid. That’s all I have to say about that.

Merfolk

Same as tentacles, they’d accidentally drown the kid. I also feel like they’d try and teach them how to be a siren. Probably wouldn’t go well but they’d b sure you look pretty at all times. Just isn’t idea to raise a human when you can’t even live on the surface.

Gargoyles

Gargoyles I feel would be too protective. They’d know whoever they’re parenting would be fragile. Really fragile compared to the gargoyle species. They’d make sure the kid would be so sheltered. Good luck having your freedom as an adult.

Fae

The fae are bullies. Also, most of the time there’s a size difference (not always). Picture it, a small evil little creature trying to parent a human. That would end in the human having some trauma. Just like having human parents, but meaner.

Mimics

These guys? Good lord. They’d try mimicking a toy and end up traumatizing the poor kid. It’s the thought that counts I guess.

Monster Masterlist

[blufox234isadumbname]

mmmm jello

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !