#living statues monsters

[harveybwabbit92]

Statue monster submas but they’re like the Weeping angels from Doctor Who, they only move in the dark or if your not looking at them. That’ll be fucking terrifying if you were a nightguard in an old train museum. When suddenly the lights go out briefly, you hear something smash, Moments later the lights come back on and to your shock you find one of the glass cases smashed and one of statues by the entrance gone! And the other one’s face has somehow contorted into an expression of disapproval or worry. 

Unnerved you back away and turn around only see the missing statue was behind you smiling creepily with it’s arm reaching out to touch you! You gasp and back away in shock into the other statue’s display, which is now looking down at you with an almost apologetic look as you booked it to hideaway in you office. On your security monitors you can see the statues slowly making their way towards your office every time it glitches out. the phonelines are dead, the buildings on lockdown and all you can do is hide and pray they don’t find you.

Unknown to you they're not planning to kill you, they're trying to warn you....

[madarasgirl]

His Immortal

Permission to use art from the INCREDIBLY talented @vanerchest. Feeling very honoured! I think about this piece often whenever I write Alucard angst.

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x senior!Reader, angst, on death and dying, hospital setting, hurt/no comfort, shadow writing. Inspired by the legendary song "My Immortal" by Evanescence Words: 998

You supposed you were the one who was selfish for choosing this mortal fate and leaving your greatest love behind.

Did you regret this path? Sometimes you thought perhaps you did. There would have been tons to gain by becoming an ageless vampire at his side, and on occasion, you used to speculate 'what if?'

It didn't matter. It was far too late to backtrack anyways, and it would be an insult to do so, after living such a beautiful, full lifetime spent with Alucard, teeming with precious memories and magical experiences. He aged with you through the decades –at least he made it so his appearance did.

But as with all mortals who lived long enough, you too eventually grew very old, frail, and sick. Your body betrayed you and no longer belonged to you. It didn't obey when you wanted to walk, speak, eat, or even breathe.

So here you lay in a hospital bed, intubated and sedated, machines replacing the function of vital organs while multiple drugs dripped nonstop to hold you captive in this realm. What a sight you made, with tubes protruding from every corner on your skeletal form.

Your body may have failed, but fortunately you never developed dementia. Your mental faculties were as crisp as the night you met so long ago. A piece of you was still buried within, floating from above and somehow aware of the happenings around you in your comatose state.

The various alarms and buzzing were only background noises by now, and there was little commotion this time as well, but you felt a sense of relief. Sighing inwardly, you wished Alu would leave your side for a moment so you could just die already, though you knew that was an empty hope. The vampire had not parted from the bedside your entire stay.

Was he scaring the nurses by crying again? You hoped he'd remember to make them forget this time. And not to terrorize the staff and force them to do whatever it took anymore. You recalled the time you surfaced with another set of thick tubes in your neck and groin, and how painful they were. How frightening it was.

"You must live," he whispered to you at night at first. For his sake. So you did, trapped in the confines of your weathered shell, you continued to exist for him, slowly spiralling downhill until now.

With any other man, you'd be helpless to communicate in your vegetative state, but Alucard had never been as mediocre as 'normal.' So you begged him through telepathy. After all these years, reaching for his mind was as easy as sifting through your own thoughts, as natural as breathing (well, back when you were still able to do so independently). You implored him again to let you go. You were terminal and old, with no hope for recovery or any good prognosis. Being connected to every form of life support was not life, just a sad fate that prolonged your suffering and delayed your inevitable expiration.

Long ago, he promised not to let you suffer.

Alu, please don't make them bring me back again when my heart stops.

The weary, congested muscle thudded weakly towards failure. You were already dead in every way except you still possessed vital signs. The numbers were just evidence of the drugs, transfusions, and machines at work though.

The irony wasn't lost on you. At the end of the road, after declining his many offers to turn you when you were a maiden, you were finally just like Alucard, the living dead. You'd laugh if you could.

...More than anything, you didn't want him to see you like this, a husk of the vibrant woman you once were when you fell for each other. The unlikely circumstances of your meeting and scenes from your life flashed by in an instant. The vampire would tell you throughout the decades, when he'd get in one of his romantic moods, that you'd always be his sprightly young woman no matter your age. He actually only told you again yesterday. Or was it last week? 

How long have you been laying here?

The mind's eye saw his seated figure clearly and smiled. Actually, your tired mind pondered, you certainly did not regret a moment of your life with Alucard. He was the perfect partner and his unchecked devotion never gave you a reason to regret choosing him. Your lifespan was too short for that, he used to tell you.

But you regretted leaving him behind to be alone once more.

--------------------

Your heart stopped. And he loved you enough to let you go.

You were free.

Your spirit lifted from the prison of your flesh and you soared, wrapping around your love with your incorporeal form, sinking into him and caressing the unbeating heart that had ever belonged to you. This time, you wiped away the blood tears that fell.

You quivered.

Liberated from the pains and illnesses of advanced age, it was as if you'd become new and for the first time ever, like the fog lifted and you could finally see with clarity. Your non-existent chest tightened at the sight of your love crushed by your death, looking utterly devastated and lost. There was no sobbing or outward breakdown, but you knew his expressions well.

Nebulous fingers smoothed over inky black locks while you cradled his cheek. Glistening eyes the colour of polished rubies stared blankly at your lifeless corpse, your chest still rising and falling mechanically before the ventilator was turned off. He could not feel your soothing touch anymore and it broke you.

...

You will watch over your vampire from above and wait for him for the rest of your eternity, until he returned to dust and was no more. Then you'd meet him wherever he ended up. Just as he was, you were bound by the life you left behind.

And even if he was unaware, he still had all of you.

~End~

(For more angsty romance, check out my one-shot “Without You” on AO3. Warning: Smut abounds in that one. It is about the occasion when Reader chooses to remain human for her remaining days with Alucard. You will find similar themes to this short scene)

[hee-blee-art]

angelo & keelie, two monster high teachers I came up with in a dream (they're roommates)

[image ID: several digital drawings featuring angelo (he/him), a thin living statue with grey stone skin and hair, dressed in layered grey robes and a laurel; and keelie (he/they), a short thin vampire with pale skin, dark red curly hair, stubble, and glasses, dressed in earth-toned layers. the first image shows the monster high crest and the text, "monster high characters I came up with in a dream." the second image is angelo's character sheet, showing a full body drawing of him with the following text: "angelo marblearch. living statue. art teacher. made entirely of marble. likes to make himself clothes and costumes. passionate about creativity. encourages students to be themselves and experiment. easily distracted. very self-confident." the third image is keelie's character sheet, showing a full body drawing next to the text: "keelie dearg. vampire. lit teacher. irish. writes poetry. likes to sing but avoids it unless alone, (can hypnotize people by singing). very kind a sweet. very old, grandpa vibes. mistaken for a student if clean-shaven. has a quote for every situation." the fourth image is of both of them, keelie blushing and shielding his eyes, saying, "angelo! will you please put some clothes on?" to angelo, who, fresh from the shower and wearing only a towel around his neck, points to his head and calmly replies, "I'm wearing a laurel, aren't I?" with a censor bar over his butt. the fifth image is of them standing side by side with the text, "outfit swap." angelo is dressed in a vest, collared shirt, slacks, and glasses of keelie's, and keelie is crumpled on the ground under the heavy layers of angelo's robes and laurel, shaking and sweating as they say, "ow ow ow, please help," with a little text label that reads "stone clothes" with an arrow pointing at the robes. end ID]

[silverthelovebug]

I AM CRAVING CUPID DEITY HORROR AND NO ONE IS SUPPLYING IT‼️‼️‼️

As silly as Cupid is, she’s truly an anomaly to Ever After. In a world where the person who holds the most power is a monarch or a magic caster, what are they to a god? No one’s heard of a cherub or even a demigoddess before, let alone an actual monster, which Cupid is. Faybelle had no clue what she was in Fairy’s Got Talent. She’s the only one of her kind in Ever After and I wonder if some people are frightened at the prospect of not knowing what she is? How much does Milton even know of the divine? Giles knew of Monster High but truly how much power does Milton think he has over Cupid when she’s not even a fairytale outside of the Headmaster-Student Dynamic?

Give me Cupid horror or give me death!!!

(THERE WAS THIS ONE FANART ACTUALLY OF THKS EXACT CONCPET AND I CANNIT FIND IT!!!!)

[cursedvibes]

There is so much to criticize about jjk's ending, but all I see people ranting about is how Gojo should've had a funeral or we don't know Yuuji's domain name. Those are the least important parts here.

The Gojo thing is emblematic of a bigger problem where the ending lacks gravity and consequences and pretends we didn't just come out of a massive catastrophic event. Characters should've in general been more reminiscent of the people they lost and the danger the entire country is still in, but if we got a Gojo funeral and everything else was the same, that still wouldn't improve the core problems of the ending much (it would be a start, but it's hardly the main breaking point).

[clankhead]

Gargoyle

Avalon Hill

It’s finally done, 72 miniatures and I can finally show you the best thing about HeroQuest:

Demon’s Crest on the SNES

[sharklysweet]

O R D E R

[baylardian-1]

finished the refs for the girlypops :) ethel and juneau are both fired professors and agnes is an expelled student all from the same magic school. they all live in juneau's hermit shack like a bunch of losers who cant go outside.

Ethel Blithe was a professor who taught potion-making. During one of her experiments, something goes wrong in her cauldron and the concoction explodes, causing her to turn into a monster. She fled her life in shame and she lives in hiding with Juneau in her shack.

Agnes Silverworth is an aspiring mage who discovers partway through her schooling that she's a familiar. Trying to prove herself after being expelled for her newfound status, she seeks out Ethel and Juneau to teach her higher forms of magic.

Juneau Herret was a professor who taught curse-breaking. She practiced unconventional methods of self-infliction of curses when she's try to break them. Eventually she developed a curse causing her to transform into an uncontrollable beast and she was dismissed from the school. She now works as a plague doctor and lives in a secluded shack with Ethel.

[briefbestiary]

Be it ghost, beast, living stone tiger monument, or otherwise supernatural being, Old Green Eyes is said to have first been spotted wandering amongst the corpses of the dead just after the Battle of Chickamauga. Interestingly, some versions dress up the humanoid version in a gentlemanly garb and eating the bodies of the dead.

[urlocalwormtoday]

FINISHED TMK EP 3. WHAT THE FUCK

[preggydump]

[dm-tuz]

Karl, Living Statue

Able to blend in with the thing he hates the most, Karl works within society’s systems to destroy humanity. Karl makes for a terrifyingly effective assassin even if his killing methods are anything but subtle. No target has survived to tell the tale, after all.

The Fearsome Foe series is a set of monsters specifically designed to be part of a narrative or the centerpiece of a one-shot! If you want more Fearsome Foes to throw at your players, consider paying my Patreon a visit.

Artwork by Unknown Person.

[akascow]

how do people have their booriginals alreadly mine hasnt even made it to a shipment facility yet😭😭

[hee-blee-art]

their original post [link] started getting attention again recently, so I humbly present you with more angelo & keelie content

[image ID: three greyscale digital drawings of two monster high OCs: angelo, a tall thin and muscular living statue with curly hair, a laurel, and a simple robe; and keelie, a thin vampire with light skin, dark shaggy & wavy hair, and beard scruff dressed in collared shirts. the first shows keelie blushing and looking away from angelo with a label reading "definitely wasn't just checking out a coworker" pointing to him. the second shows keelie slumped asleep at a desk holding a quill on some papers and angelo placing a blanket over his shoulders, with the label "fell asleep grading papers" pointing to keelie. the third shows angelo carrying a rumpled keelie easily under one arm, saying, "we're here!" with the labels "very strong" pointing to angelo and "very sleepy" pointing to keelie. end ID]

[sforzesco]

"when you marry off a son to the church, they're married to god's vicar on earth" lives rent free in my mind now, thank you very much! also, can't stop thinking of rodrigo borgia and giuliano della rovere as a bickering divorced couple, and it's too kinda your fault -_-

absolutely CACKLING at the idea of rodrigo and giuliano as a divorced couple because I've always envisioned them as two different types of monsters that despised each other and were intent on eating the other along with anyone else that got in their way, with giuliano coming out of that war winning. and it wasn't enough to get the throne (the papacy), he also kicked cesare to the curb after luring him back in. we love to see it! you can't buy that kind of hate off the shelves, you have to curate it and let it fester like an open wound! an absolute masterclass in driving in one final nail into the coffin of a family you despise. (there's a kind of dynastic rivalry subtext in regards to inheritance etc, between these two that makes them incompatible with the divorced framework to me. it's more of a eat or be eaten, destroy the pretender to the throne, etc etc in my mind)

ascanio sforza and giuliano della rovere on the other hand. they have an adjacent kind of divorced energy, to me. those two were rivals for so long (ascanio kneecapping della rovere by backing rodrigo in the papal elections, and it escalating from there), and only came together in the end (della rovere visiting ascanio every day on summer for conversation, hello??), and even then: that came with a hefty side of deeply unbalanced power dynamics of the julius caesar-clemency variety (fun fact! when giuliano della rovere became pope, he took on the name julius II in reference to julius caesar!)

wait--- you want to know who's literally divorced, though? ascanio and rodrigo. ascanio was one of the major players in setting up the lucrezia borgia-giovanni sforza marriage, and that annulment had implications, especially with how rodrigo kept trying to shut ascanio out of vatican politics. that didn't stop them from sharing the pastime of gambling together, though.

[msfcatlover]

For the record, when I’m talking about grotesque!RH!Jason, I need you to know I’m imagining like… you know that post about the Lucifer statue the church commissioned that they went, “Oh no, he’s too hot!” so they commissioned a different artist who proceeded to make a statue even hotter?

Hood!Jason’s the mark 2.

(It’s also very bad for him, and the fact it stayed so perfect for so long is a sign of his discomfort in his new body. When the muscles started softening like he was putting on a layer of fat—which took even longer to happen than for color to start sticking to his skin—the rest of the family wanted to throw a celebration and were only stopped by Jason threatening not to speak to them for at least a year if they were gonna “be weird about it.”)