#monster never cry fanart

[saoirseuwu]

been playing this game for a month now, loki and the little black creatures are my favourite, so I combined them

[cheesesteak675]

Siren 🎻🪷

[ghost-of-an-artist-pp]

It's You!

Despite everything, it's still You.

[corvidaeconundrum]

COF/COM STICKERSSS :D they’re specifically based on our designs for our Cry of Monster’s fic/AU, wanted to make something with all the main characters

I’ll probably actually turn these into stickers too, considering we have a cricut!

Here are the individual stickers!:

[monster-hart]

So I've always been too shy to post oc/fc content here but I felt like this deserved to be somewhere other than my deviantart lmao

Ft. AU designs of Hoodude, Jackson and Robecca so yeehaw!

That queen never cry meme has been everywhere I look and idk why but it cracks me up every time so um uhhh redrew it with my monster high oc/fancharacter! Her names poppy (shes not actually a baby I just drew her as a baby 4 the meme 😭)

Poppy is hoodudes little sister he built with the help of jackson and robecca. I'm cringe but I'm free ;w;

[just-avocado]

Something something Slimecicle lore made me cry

To me she looked nervous, maybe even afraid.

———————————————————————— Personally of the headcanon/theory that the codes are corrupted versions of the dead eggs or at least failed versions of eggs we never got to see since Richas was confirmed by Sophia to not be organic a while back

So the whole Codeflippa situation is especially interesting, I like to think that if it isn’t her corrupted self trying to connect with her dad again (but still failing in many ways to be her old self) that this is still a child that hasn’t known love in a long time if ever

Honestly after being given some time I prefer the latter.

We still don’t entirely know how the Codes work, only that they want to harm. Are they with the Federation? As time has passed it’s seeming more and more like that could be the case. So maybe at first this will be an extremely fucked up experiment the island decided to do on a still grieving father who is just starting to heal. Maybe this could even be a defecting Code, running to the only person it thought might protect it.

 Either way, along comes an egg who looks like the daughter Charlie lost, even is his shock he notices things different about her, her crack, her spelling, but he doesn’t care because somehow his daughter is standing in front of him again. She doesn’t stay for long but she promises to return.

As viewers we’re obviously skeptical, her toast didn’t have avocado on it, she didn’t live long enough to get a crack, she didn’t backflip or fall to pieces once (her other favorite emote), her spelling was weird, plus all the shit with fake eggs recently has given us trust issues

While its very likely she is a fake, Charlie is desperate enough to look past the red flags long enough for her to learn how to be more like Flippa. And that’s why she didn’t want him to tell anyone, because anyone else (minus Mariana) would clock her immediately. 

This will give her time to learn from Charlie, he’s failed before and he’d do anything to protect her from harm again. Even if the entire server is trying to convince him she’s a fake he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, even if his heart is telling him it’s true. 

Maybe the Code, this egg who never had a family, who has finally experienced the love of a parent, can change. She’ll never replace the daughter he had but Charlie realizes that this egg knows what it’s like to feel completely alone. They both know what it’s like to lash out at those who haven’t had their happiness ripped away from them. Charlie regrets how he acted back then.

It’ll be a rocky road no matter what happens but personally I hope the story takes this route, it’ll hurt much more than the Code simply gaining Charlie’s trust and betraying him within a week or two lmao

[ummthatsokiguess]

[securi-tye-blankey]

Fighting burnout with ocs and some apps. The egg is for and egg contest on Monster Never cry that I used my oc Butterscotch fo inspo. The last one of my Saltys from voidpets.

[xeyedartworks]

This man’s yells scared me so bad. I had to immediately stop the game and take a few days to recover. What a silly run he has.

[sillylunaa]

Dot dot dot

(also thank you for all the kind words on my last post, i love yall so so so much<33)

[globst3r]

have art of david/addi while im here 👍

[saoirseuwu]

finally she came home, so I drew her

and realized her design in much weirder then i thought, but I still love her

[magmagpie]

Sansby in the rain!!

((Edit: it looks better if you zoom in I stg))

[livelaughlovesubs]

Dom!reader x sub!scarletella

Warning: fictional stuff - stimulation through a separate object (?), inspired by some fanarts (artists are amazing), teasing, degrading pet names

I’m seeing so many fanarts that have this implanted and I HAVE to do something about my horniness that’s holding me back from working so, as far as I understand, for mr. Scarlettela his real body is his umbrella or it’s at least connected to him - anyway, can’t believe I’m writing about homicipher bruh, I feel ashamed T^T

!!Spoiler warning!! This is not canon but has some elements from it

He is a good boy, he really is! Well, maybe not at all times, but he’s trying his best for you. And haven’t you seen just how much he loves and trusts you? He’s basically devoted to you! Like a faithful follower~ Handing the red umbrella he always carries over to you so easily, when he normally would never let anyone touch it, let alone give or lend it. It’s just proof of how much he likes you!

So why were you so mean and destroyed it? You like him, didn’t you know that his umbrella is connected to him? Why were you hurting him. He didn’t understand, he didn’t even know what to do. Because in the end, he still liked you.

Now this over 8 feet tall creature was kneeling in front of you, head lowered in confusion as he stared at the concrete floor. You were still holding the now broken umbrella, scoffing as you stared down at his rather pathetic form. It wasn’t entirely broken, just some bend metal and rough ends, or a little tear here and there. Yet for some reason his clothes were torn and disheveled, hands shaking slightly as he kept mumbling the words ‘I don’t understand’ or ‘I like you’ over and over again. At first he seemed intimidating, but now you didn’t have an ounce of fear left.

There must have been a connection between him and this umbrella. Instead of speculating, best just ask him.

Slowly you pointed the long object in your hand at him, the tip pushed below his chin as you made him look up at you. His round, almost completely dark eyes stared right at you, one side was covered by his crimson hair. There were tears steaming down his cheeks, he was crying, how unexpected. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, and you wondered what you should do about this crazed man.

While their language was hard to grasp at first, you were getting the hang of it by now. “This umbrella, is you?” The meaning of the question itself was unbelievable, but since this ghost realm exists, maybe your hypothesis wasn’t that out of place. “Yes. Me body.” Look at that, you were right. That explains why he suddenly got so sad. You groaned internally and pulled your arm back, using the umbrella as a cane instead.

As you were still thinking over your next step, his hands reached out to you hesitantly, and softly tugged at the ends of your coat. After stretching the fabric out a little, he leaned his forehead against it, mumbling almost inaudibly, “please don’t go, I like you.” You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth subconsciously moving upwards as you snickered, “What?” His grip got a little tighter and his hand trembled from tensing his muscles so much, then he said a little louder, “I like you, don’t you like me?”

God you wanted to laugh, this was so sad it was laughable. How in the world did he come to that conclusion? In that moment, you had a lot to say t0 him, but due to the language barrier you couldn’t convey it really well. So you just talked to yourself, needing some time to vent.

“Oh you poor thing.” You chuckled in your own language, the one he didn’t understand. “What am I supposed to do with a perv like you?” He looked up at you again, wanting to ask what you said if not for your shoes that were pressing against his chest. “..what?” The person- or monster asked, but he didn’t resist your touch and leaned back, following your guidance. From earlier up to this point, he has been kneeling, just this time he was also using his arms behind his back to stabilise himself.

Without changing the almost arrogant look in your eyes, you used the gift he gave you to trace some imaginary lines on his body. The tip glided from his jawline to the tip of his chin, and you asked, “your name?” The heavy tension was something he also caught on, and he hesitated, not knowing to what this would lead. He shook his head, forcing out a “don’t know…”

You hummed slowly, showing you understood the message. Nonetheless, you continued to move the tip down his neckline all the way to his toned collarbones, “I’ll give you a name.” His eyes widened even more, it made him look objectively creepier, but you thought he looked like a dumb puppy. All big eyed, bearing a deep need and raw desire in his pupils. “How about,” then, just like drawing with a stick in the mud, you traced the word, “Scarlet,” over his chest, simultaneously voicing out the word.

He shuddered as the hard surface scribbles around his torso, squeezing his lips together while he tried to stay still for you. You weren’t being exactly gentle there. When you stopped to glance at him, he quickly nodded. That wasn’t the end to your little play yet, and you slid the pointy end across his abs and stomach, down to his thighs, making him spread them a little wider, “I gave you a name, so you’ll be my servant from now on. Understood?” This has been said in your language, but you hoped he’ll get the overall meaning.

Again he nodded. In his head, being your servant meant you liked him, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t keep him around! So how could he ever say no.

“Use your mouth.” You ordered, digging the tip into his flesh a little, and he answered shortly after, “I understand, me happy.” Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his previous crying ceased. Instead a faint taint of pink covered his cheeks, and he stared at you almost manically. “Good.” You said, which was basically a praise— right? —and he smiled, a shaky, breathless one.

A little behind you was a chair, and you dragged it closer to the still kneeling man below you. Even you were starting to get tired of standing, so you sat down in a comfortable position. “What now.” You said to yourself, not really paying him any attention anymore. It would be nice if you had a collar, would red or black look better on him? But your resources were limited, and you didn’t exactly have a lot of things with you as well. That’s when you absentmindedly thought over what you did own.

Besides that crowbar you’ve found down here, you really didn’t have a lot. Well, you also had a broken umbrella now— hold up, that’s right, you own him now. A rather sadistic thought came to mind, and you pondered to what limit you could control him with this red, unusual umbrella. Would he feel your presence when you just hold it? You got lost in your thoughts again, fumbling with the torn textile and the handle. This didn’t stop until a strange sound caught your attention.

Your eyes left the red batch of fabric in your hands, and instead wandered to the other red thing in the room. He crawled into a ball, arms folded in front of his body while his head pressed against the ground. It looked like he was in pain again, though you weren’t sure if these noises were whimpers of pain or pleasure. “You okay?” You eventually asked, and he whispered in a higher pitch, “me okay..!”

Once again your gaze returned to the umbrella. He must be in this state due to something you did, and so you tightened your grip around the handle while mindlessly drawing a line with your index finger on the panel. As expected, his shoulder jerked upwards even more, and he rolled more together, as if he wanted to take up as little space as possible. His entire body was twitching, also for some reason his coat was only hanging off his arms now.

“You are into it.” You commented, not even too shocked to learn this rather unnecessary fact. At least you can have your fill of fun with this. “What about this?” Suddenly you started moving your hand up and down the handle, rubbing the umbrella panel with the other hand. It was a truly humbling experience to do something implied sexual to a literal object, but your eyes were glued to the ghost before you, so you didn’t even notice how weird it must have looked.

And sure enough, there was a change in his behaviour, he got louder. Your smile widened involuntarily, and your pace also got quicker and rougher. Oh fucking hell, if he was really feeling that kind of sensations, you won’t be able to stop yourself. It was like you were hypnotised, concentrated on nothing but his expressions. On the different ways his face twisted into one of ecstasy.

A big, dark, lunatic grin, paired with fanatic eyes that were ripped wide open. Some hints of a scarlet blush covering his face while sweat rolled down his face. Those perverse sounds he made were proof of the probably internal pleasure he felt, and he quivered all over, still bend down on the floor. Now that you’ve got a better grasp of what was happening, you realized he was crawled together to hide something.

“Ngh, hgGnn- ah..! Please…♥︎～” he whined at your feet, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and landing on the floor. You’ve been fumbling with the handle for some time, so you’ve gotten bored again and was curious about if the textile was a part of his being as well. Without a second thought, you simply stuck two fingers between the folds, and you were met with a heavily muffled moan.

“Arghhh-…MmmHFfffF～ ♡♡♥︎” Once he felt your touch, he bit into his own palm to quiet himself down. At some point he started crying again, glistening tears decorating his already ruined face. You didn’t think his reaction would be this good, this lewd, whatever you did, he must have liked it a lot. Which is why, despite the absurdity of your actions, you moved your fingers in and out of the holes or just randomly caressed whatever part you felt like touching.

Out of nowhere you felt something tugging at your coat again, it gave off a sense of Deja vu. Of course it was him, who was only pinching the corner of it with a shaky hand. His grip had lost any strength compared to before, and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. “What?” You asked him, though you didn’t stop your administrations. He cried out when he opened his mouth to speak, breaking down in front of you, for your entertainment only.

“Haaaa-HnnGh… wait, p-please wait-!♡” Was he telling you it was too much? It’s making you want to overstimulated him even more. He was being so pathetic it was cute. Without wasting a single second, you went as fast as you could, blatantly ignoring his pleads. Based on your own observations, he must have been close, if he was similar to a real person. “Feels good?” You asked, to make sure he was alright. He didn’t reply again and only nodded all weakly, but you’ll let it slide this time.

He felt so hot and strange, it was a nice but unfamiliar feeling. Not only that, he felt something burning building up inside him and it was threatening to spill. That’s why he wanted you to slow down. Poor thing was confused, absolutely baffled what this warm feeling was. Is it love? It must be love. He loved you and you loved him after all. All in all it wasn’t a bad feeling, and since you seemed happy, he is too!

Another sudden wave of pleasure coursed through him, his eyes were clouded with lust and bliss, and the dirty whimpers that slipped past his lips got more erotic by the second. How desperate and lovesick he sounded, begging, pleading, squirming and trashing around on the spot. Thighs pressed together while his toes curled, back arched as a last moan ripped from his throat, “nnNgGHhh ♡♥︎ ♡～” Just as you predicted, that must have been his climax. Now’s the question, did he came in his pants? Did such things still have a reproductive system?

My my, it seems that is the case, whatever it was it seeped through the dark fabric of his trousers, causing an even darker spot to appear.

You only caught glimpses of it since he was hiding his own body so much, but you were content nevertheless. Since he was so obedient the entire time, you decided to be nice to him with the limited vocabulary you had. “Cute.” His kneeling figure was still shuddering and twitching, ragged gasps and pants were also coming from him. But for him, the only thing he could hear was your voice ringing and echoing in his mind, as well as the awfully loud beats of his own heart.

After all this time, you finally praised him! Well you did before but this time he was sure of it! And you found him cute! He was so happy he couldn’t stop grinning. That’s when you said, “do you want anything?” It was to kind of make up for making a fool out of him, or maybe for breaking his umbrella. He didn’t even think before quickly turning his head up, slurring out, “g-give me you name?” You blinked, that wouldn’t have been what you wished for but oh well. Right before you simply told him the answer you stopped yourself, and responded teasingly, “call me master.”

You weren’t sure if he knew the meaning behind it, but it didn’t matter. He had a blank look for a few seconds, mumbling to himself, most likely repeating that word a thousand times. While he did that, he let his head hang low again, facing the floor. His hair hid his face really well, and you couldn’t read his expression. “You alright?” You asked once the silence started to make you feel uneasy.

He placed both his hand on the floor and leaned down, until his face was hovering centimetres above your shoe, and he whispered eagerly, excessively so, “I’m happy, master. I love you.” Before kissing the tip of your shoe. You stared down in disbelief, a shiver running down your spine. He was more of a freak than you thought.

The moment he was done, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, proceeding to yank on it, making him face you on eye-level while he gasped in surprise. Your other hand clutched the umbrella more tightly, causing him to groan slightly. “Stupid dog.” You chuckled with a sinister smile spread across your face, watching as hearts appeared in the middle of his pupils.

[corvidaeconundrum]

Cry of Monsters in a nutshell

[transformers-spike]

Suggestions Open:

Dos: Cybertronian x Human -TFP -TFA -TF:One -Skybound comics -G1 (to an extent)

Don'ts: Cybertronian x Cybertronian

Current writing: TFP -Grinding: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Mile High Club: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Fusion Cannon: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Voyeurism: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw) -Dreadful Intermission: Knock Out x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Human Anatomy: Ratchet x Reader (nsfw) -Angst/Comfort: Optimus x Reader (nsfw but more fluff) -Threesome: Breakdown x Reader x Knock Out (nsfw) -Biting: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Bleed me dry: Megatron x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Blueberry Drizzle: Knock Out x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3)

-Pole dance ahegao: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw)

-Let's talk: Starscream x Reader (sfw)

-Kissing headcanons: Knock Out/Starscream/Megatron x reader (suggestive)

-Blessed be your ignorance: SG Optimus x Reader (nsfw)

-Be careful what you wish for: Megatron x Reader (nsfw)

-A little longer: Optimus x Reader (nsfw)

-Visitors: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3)

-Eating pussy headcanons: Autobots x Reader (nsfw) -Eating pussy headcanons: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw)

-Mistletoe headcanons: Autobots x Reader (mostly sfw)

-Tell me it's alright to cry: Dreadwing x Reader (nsfw + links to AO3) -Personal Worth: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Easy to seek hatred: Starscream x Reader (nsfw)

-Guardianship: Starscream x Reader (sfw) tw: SH comfort

TFA -Soft Vore: Blitzwing x Reader (nsfw) -Petplay: Prowl x Reader (nsfw)

-Never Enough: Ultra Magnus x Reader (nsfw)

-Failure can be sweet: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Silence: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) G1 -Unwanted Attention: Soundwave x Reader (links to AO3) tw:dubcon -Desired Attention: Soundwave x Reader tw:dubcon

TF:One -Derelict Desperation: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Spread your wings for me, golden boy: Sentinel x Reader (nsfw) (links to AO3)

-Solitude: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw) -Unleash the beast: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw)

Spikeart

-Dreadwing (spike and valve)

-Megatron and Soundwave (spikes and valves)

-Knock Out (spike)

-Dreadwing and Skyquake (spikes and valve)

-Starscream (spike/valve and showing off)

-Megatron x human (nsfw)

-Knock Out and Breakdown (valves) -Megatron meme redraws (sfw) -Megatron x human from Bleed me dry (suggestive) tw:noncon Fic fanart (they make me cry) Bleed me dry by @karinadele Bleed me dry meme by @athenafinn

Recommended reads (pls try them they're so good)

Fanfics -Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar by @solain-rhyo (Ultra Magnus x reader) -We all go up in flames (going out in style) (Megatron x Reader) -All these false starts (Knock Out x reader) -Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm (Megatron x Reader) -Fortuna Primigenia (Optimus x reader) -Blackbird (Starscream x reader) -Physical Therapy (Ratchet x reader) -Faster Pussycat (Knock Out x reader) -Victory by @korpuskat (Decepticons x reader) -Multitasking (Megatron x reader x Soundwave) -Hideaway (Starscream x reader) -"Every breath you take" is not a love song by @hotdogharvester (Tarn x Reader/OC) -Take me Higher, Flyboy by @moodymisty (Starscream x Reader) -take a bite of my spark tonight by Monster Parade (Shockwave x OC) -Dreams of Woe and Metal by an Orphaned Account (Blurr x Reader)

Tumblr ask blogs - @rawmeknockout - @rocksinmuffin

- @smallestapplin

- @pinkanonwrites

Tumblr valveplug art blogs - @botmilf (maybe support them on patreon?) - @shapeofmetal