#miracle monsters

[eepytricksterart]

Samira in monster form! (Also she does have wings, I just wanted to draw a ref without them, I will post her wings at a later time!)

[eepytrickster]

Miracle Monsters fact:

All the Miracles, except for Clover, have different voices in monster form!

[alkemylabz]

the funniest thing about seeing spore art on tumblr is this disparity between art and screenshots:

[autisticrosewilson]

I just know that Joey has a white knuckle grip on the table Everytime he hears Dick talk about Jason. Like oh, your brother came back from the grave and you... didn't immediately try to drag him home? Oh you don't trust him and he's not allowed back in the family because he kills people who arguably deserve it? You just let Bruce deal with him? He almost launches himself over the table when Dick starts talking about Jason coming back wrong

[rustedleopard]

What astounds me about the whole "you need a pure human SOUL to perfect the serum" thing is that so many people take Chujin's conclusion at face value. Chujin Ketsukane? Chujin "Winner of the 'You Tried In Engineering' Award" Ketsukane? Chujin "Fumbled Inventing Robots So Hard He Earned The Ire Of The Usually Pretty Chill King" Ketsukane? Chujin "I Accidentally Killed A Human Child By Overshooting The Parameters On My Guard Robot" Ketsukane? That Chujin Ketsukane?

[tallyhallenthusiast]

HAPPY MONSTER BAND STAMPSS

[mirrormirage]

Monster Tom || Blue Leader || The Magnus Archives

[daily-kinitopet]

Day 34

[AND YOU’RE TO BLAME]

[pigeonstab]

I think Toriel would totally get one of those projectors that show the stars to Sans. Maybe it came up that he loves astronomy or maybe Frisk or Papyrus let her know in secret, heck! Maybe it's from all of them. I think he wouldn't really know how to take it. Like bro sees it and goes '*oh neat.' and actually he's fucking dying inside.

[eepytricksterart]

Get to know the Miracle Monster squad in five seconds!

[netherfeildren]

hello love, this is actually so important. Do you know babygirl? Have you seen babygirl? Will you see babygirl? When will you see babygirl?

hello bff, I take your baby girl and I raise u a nosferatu. do u know nosferatu? have u seen nosferatu? will u see nosferatu? im trying to see baby girl Sunday

[nitewrighter]

This comic starts out so dramatic like "Oh god we're going back to Apokolips, we're both so traumatized by Apokolips. What if we can't escape again???" And then they both show up and Barda just starts wrecking shit and Scott's like "Go, babe, go!!"

Also I love all of the little mechanical limitations and bits Jack Kirby shoves in there--like that the Mega-Rod can't fly and shoot at the same time. Dude loves gadgets and vehicles SO MUCH but he makes a point of giving them specific uses so he can make room for MORE GADGETS.

[batboopp]

look as much as i like cassandra and bruces relationship im forever grateful that babs won the custody battle over her

[a-neverending-story]

❝I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.❞ 

Cora Sophie Marren aka 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚊; a walking disaster ☾ ─── ⋆ 32-year-old reincarnation of a witch who roams America (and the world) in search for answers. Constantly running away from her past. In the perpetual company of shadowy women that no one can see or hear but her. She is addicted to the pleasures of life and spends most of her time in bars and clubs on the hunt for the next drink or pill that will make her forget the presence of her spirits.

21+ - MDNI!, crossover and multiverse-friendly, Smalltalk Deeptalk+Plots, mutuals only, low to semi activity, currently 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 for Plotting. Crafted for but not limited to FakeVZ. ⸻  CARRD

𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 : ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ ghosts ⋆ jobhopping ⋆ drgs ⋆ childhood trauma ⋆ trust issues ⋆ chaos ⋆ abuse ⋆ twin-brother ⋆ violence ⋆ knives ⋆ crime ⋆ pickpocketing ⋆

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday

Tagging @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

Got snippets for one my Welcome To The Game WIP (this one has a TW) for The Silver Chronicles and one Miraculous Ladybug WIP for Life, Despair & Monsters to share while I work on the January Prompts for 2025's Year of the OTP. Be sure to read the Trigger Warning for the second WIP. Read below the cut:

First snippet is of Gavin Turquoise's origin story in the Welcome To The Game universe, otherwise known as the No One's Safe At Home WIP. While playing his games of deception and tailing and stalking and putting down the monsters in the New York apartment complex he refuges in, a power outage occurs not long after he witnessed something... odd (Understatement (TM)) through the keyhole of another apartment. Once he gets the power back up and running, Gavin is interrupted from his proceedings when the Doll Maker personally meets him with a knife to his throat, with an offer; help him with his work in exchange for living, or die. Now I would like to mention that the Gavin in this story is quite different from the one in Silva's Hope. Here, his morals are kinda on the backburner in exchange for his mission of no-matter-the-cost-vengeance, while in Silva's Hope he's like a little more tolerable even if he's still not a great guy. Anyway, read their exchange below: [TW: Mentions of Sex Trafficking and overall bad vibes from the Doll Maker]

The breaker hummed to life, and when Gavin exited the maintenance closet and checked the hallway of Mr. Edwards' apartment level, he found the lights were back on.

Power had been restored, and Mr. Edwards' would be none-the-wiser when he stepped back inside the complex.

Shutting the door, Gavin swiftly made his way upstairs, quietly making his way into his apartment level.

Upon entering the hall, his hairs stood up. Something was off, as sensation he's felt all too well throughout the night. He couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary; no Noir, no Hitman, and no Tanner.

The Breather only targets people outside the complex, and from what Gavin's heard, the NYPD aren't exactly quiet in their arrests.

Exhaling out an uneasy breath as he continued his way back to his apartment door, the unsettling coil in his gut didn't make his slow steps any less cautious.

He was on edge, even though logically, he really shouldn't be.

When he saw his apartment door within view, he relaxed his shoulders, hand already reaching for his apartment key.

That was a mistake.

He felt gloved fingers dig into his hair, scraping against his scalp. He was forced to bend back, a surprise hiss leaving his gritting teeth as he felt a serrated blade press against his jugular and throat.

With widened eyes, Gavin attempted to tug against the wrist holding the blade out of pure instinct, but that only caused the blade to press further against his throat.

"I wouldn't recommend such a... hasty action," his attacker warned gently, the blade threatening to slice Gavin's jugular vein. The taller man paused, and heeded his attacker's warning, letting go of his attacker's wrist.

Gavin took note of his attacker's voice; his vocals indicated he was male, and elderly at that, with his accent being German.

"Good evening," the elderly man greeted with a soft voice, though Gavin could hear him just fine with how close his mouth was to his ear, "I believe you may have witnessed my work earlier... peeping into my home. That was you, wasn't it?"

Despite the blade retaining most of his focus, Gavin could recall what the man was referring to; a glance through a keyhole after overhearing suspicious noises. The sight of a battered and immobile doll with feminine features and green hair before it was picked up by a balding elderly man with blood covering his surgeon scrubs.

Gavin's deep blue eyes widened upon realizing who this man was.

The Doll Maker.

Gavin had thought his site had been set up by an internet troll to satisfy some wild fantasy. He never would have thought this man to actually exist; the possibility of turning living women into actual, plastic and immobile dolls to be trafficked off to some perverted buyer just seemed ludicrous to Gavin.

And yet, here he was, at the mercy of the Doll Maker himself. Asked a simple question that would determine his fate there and then.

Gavin only nodded in response to the man's question, knowing anything else would result in death.

"I do hope you... liked it," the Doll Maker stated with an underlying glee, making Gavin sneer in disgust, though he doubted the man could see it, "However... I'm afraid this visit is not for... pleasure."

The man audibly wet his lips, so close to his his ear that Gavin could feel the warm breath against the shell of it as he said, "You see... obtaining the girls I seek for... transformation has become... um..."

He paused as he gathered the words he was looking for to describe his predicament, the blade shifting closer to Gavin's jaw as he found the words he was looking for, "Increasingly difficult... and I- I cannot risk my work by searching for new flesh myself."

His next words were emphasized by the blade's serrated edge brought closer to Gavin's throat, "So... you will provide them for me."

He spoke with such a calm mannerism that it sounded like he was requesting help for an inconvenience, and not forcing Gavin to choose between his life and the lives of those inside the apartment.

"Find me a young woman in this building, mark the door, and I will do the rest," he told Gavin, his enthusiastic tone and simplistic planning doing nothing but underestimating the complicated shit pile Gavin himself was already entrenched in.

He did not voice his thoughts aloud as the Doll Maker continued, "When I am ready for another... you will know."

Gavin scowled, nails digging into his palms from how hard he was clenching them.

The Doll Maker apparently did not like how silent he was, and brought the knife closer to his neck as he carried out his threat with gritted teeth, "Do not fail me. Do not test me. And do not DISAPPOINT me."

Gavin noted that the Doll Maker's breathing briefly heaved with an anger at that specific word, though he swiftly collected himself, the blade not as close to his throat, adding, "And I will spare your life. Do you understand me? Do you know what you must do now?"

Gavin understood... he understood that his mission was being inconvenienced by a crazed pervert forcing him into doing his bidding. Gavin did not trust that the Doll Maker would keep his word, and given Mr. Edwards' penchant for trouble, the likelihood of the investigator summoning the attention of this man, although slim, was possible now that Gavin knew they were all in the same building.

He'd have to do something about the Doll Maker, especially since Edwards' is his only chance to discover where Noir's head honcho is hiding.

But for now, he'd satisfy this sick man's whims. If only to learn his patterns.

Gavin nodded, replying with a curt calmness, "I understand."

The Doll Maker seemed satisfied by his words, and stated, "I left the marker on your door. Time is ticking, Mr. Turquoise."

Gavin felt the Doll Maker relinquish his grip on his hair, and felt relief when the knife left pulled away from his throat.

Before Gavin could even conceive an attempt at retaliation, a pounding pain erupted on his head, and he proceeded to fall from his knees to the dirty tiles of the hallway.

He heard a rush of steps and saw a blur swiftly run from his concussed self.

The last thing Gavin heard before darkness overtook his consciousness was the hasty shutting of the stairway door.

And last WIP is of Miraculous Miracles, where Ladybug is the first to meet the heroes de-facto mentor, Hatter, when he appears to save her from certain death in the fight against Stoneheart. You can read further below:

Marinette could hear the swarm of akumas that made up Hawk Moth's head darkly cackles as she sped up the Eiffel Tower with each swing, avoiding the grabbing hands of Stoneheart's stone guards.

She had to get to Chat Noir before Stoneheart could recover his footing and immobilize her partner.

The further she reached up, dodging through the swipes of the stone guards, the clearer she could see Chat Noir struggling to fight against Stoneheart's minions.

She threw her yo-yo to the railing atop the tower, pulling with all her aching strength to propel her to Char Noir's aid.

She was about to call to his attention when one of the stone guard's grabbed hold of the yo-yo's string, pulling it down, and subsequently the railing it was attached to as well.

Her ascent was halted, and she didn't have any way to dodge the railing that swiftly hit against her.

The hard hit caused her to lose grip of her yo-yo, and soon she was descending in a speeding fall.

She heard Chat Noir above her, calling out to her but saw Stoneheart's free hand grab hold of him upon getting steady once more.

She tried to reach for her yo-yo, or the railing that it was tightened around, but to no avail.

The ground was getting closer, and for a brief moment, Marinette felt time slow in her descent.

Flashes of images passed by her. Of her père and maman, of her friends, like Nino Lahiffe and most recently Alya Césaire. She recalled the taste of macarons, and how the breeze flowing past her cheeks when she rode her mini-scooter, how tight and secure the helmet was to her head. She could almost hear a pun Chaton told her echo in her head, although she couldn't understand the words in the storm of her mind.

She wondered if Tikki was even aware of what was about to happen to her holder.

It was daunting to her, all these sensations, and she felt a panicked fear claw at her chest as she glanced back to the ground that slowly grew closer.

The tears that pickled from her eyes were mostly caught under her mask, but few did escape.

She was scared. No, terrified. She was gaining closer and closer to death... something she would never have conceived of this early into adolescence.

She was about to die. She was fourteen, and she was going to die, and she had only begun collège.

She didn't want to die. She didn't want to leave her parents, her friends, her new partner. She didn't want to fail Tikki.

Oh, god, her blue eyes widening as she stared up at Hawk Moth's laughing visage, Stoneheart with both Chaton and Mylène in both his hands as his stone guards clambered up the tower, a realization that pierced her heart with a burning shame.

I failed. I'm going to die a failure.

She was chosen to be a hero, to bear the responsibility of the Ladybug Miraculous, and just like everything else that happens around her life, she screwed that up too.

She didn't even know what Hawk Moth would do once he got their Miraculous. Would Ivan remain a stone monster for the rest of his days?

She didn't know if the answer would really matter as she neared the ground.

Marinette, with one last thought she could manage, reminded herself of one last regret.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

As she closed her eyes in preparation of the fatal impact from the concrete ground she'd surely feel, she instead felt something spindly and lanky coil around her midsection, feeling a nauseous sensation as her body and limbs felt like it was being bent in all kind of directions, compressed and expanded while underwater, before she felt the falling sensation once more.

Opening her eyes, she saw that she was no where near the ground, and was descending toward the top of the Eiffel Tower where Stoneheart had Chat Noir and Mylène captive.

Confused, she finally noticed that a lanky arm was around her midriff.

She glanced to its source and came face to face with something so abstract from what she's ever seen before.

Describing it as a face wouldn't do what she was staring at justice; she saw the sharp toothy grin of her savior, with the upper half of her face hidden... or perhaps replaced with what seemed like an eccentric top hat, though she realized it was more akin to a really off mushroom cap.

There was an eye connected to the hat, or rather, cap's brim, and blinked at her as it observed her while they were both in free fall.

Marinette's mind failed to comprehend what and who and how, shocked beyond function. Was she supposed to scream? To cry in relief? Was she in danger???

The... eye blinked at her once more as her savior's toothy mouth spoke.

"Get ready to catch the cat," he said in a deep guttural voice, pushing her yo-yo into her chest as he then, she realized too late, let her go.