#monster: original

[preciouslilmonster]

does god cry when it rains?

jason todd x tired college! female reader

⋆.˚ warnings: ANGSTY (mentions of depression, anxiety and grief) and a lil suggestive MDNI!

⋆.˚ desc: totally inspired on Nessa Barrett's song! jason comes back to reader's life, he's not the same but so isn't she.

⋆.˚ notes: this is my first published drabble (writing tbh) ever, i was inspired by many of my hyperfixations before but Jason Todd broke me :) english is not my first language so if something sounds off thats why

hope you enjoy!

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back then he had berated you endlessly about walking in the streets of Gotham this late all by yourself. you would snark back reminding him that you too had grown in these eerie streets. he would roll his eyes.

for some years now, he wasn't here anymore. so you had let yourself stay in the library into the thick dark night, only to give up mid study-session and find the quickest route home to recover from the sleep deprivation which was most certainly affecting you.

as you walked the heavy rain filled the atmosphere and the ghoul figures of Gotham were hiding from the wrath of the skies. or so you though. out of nowhere something yanked your backpack sideways with enough strength to send you flying against the ground. a yell stuck on your throat.

feeling the gashes forming in your palms and bruises settling on your knees, the adrenaline pushed you to stand up and figured who attacked you. in the curb stood a man in a red mask violently assaulting what seemed to be a thug. your red backpack discarded to the other side. and that was the night jason todd returned to you.

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morning came. the raindrops settled on every surface and you didn't get a wink of sleep. you were now almost in a overdrive mode of exhaustion. jason had agreed to stay with you through the night, to hold you while your heart poured out and shook in between his strong arms.

buried in his equally built chest, which wasn't that familiar to you yet, his breath had evened out and you had never stayed as quiet and still out of sheer panic. jason had explained to you that he was not the same. that he had gone through through hell and back, but some of the flames scarred him inside out eternally.

you had listened tenderly, and told him how it felt like your biggest dream come true that he was right there in front of you. jason almost cursed himself for not coming to you sooner. his sweet girl. he brushed your cheek stained tears, kissed your bitten lips. but the illusion that his arms posed right now, created something suffocating inside you.

what if you closed your eyes and he was gone? vanished into the misty air of Gotham again, to haunt you in a near future again? were you going insane? you most surely felt like it. besides that, if he changed irreparably, so had you.

loss, hardship and grief had dimmed your light. you weren't the ray of sunshine he had fell in love with. indifference for what was a unfair and ugly world had replaced a childish sense of wonder. cold had dissipated through your insides extinguishing a warmth which had been abundant enough to share with everyone.

as his chest rose and fell softly, guilty settled in the back of your throat. could that be the girl he was dreaming off right now?

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the first fews weeks you kind of held him at a distance. you cozied up together, you spent nights catching up about the past years... but Jason could sense that you were somewhere else. he had asked about it straight to your face, telling you didn't need to be with him in commiseration.

instead of letting him know what was running through your mind, your brain just decided to cause a full meltdown. it was the first time Jason saw you having a panic attack and he was scared for his life. the feeling of not being able to receive air, of feeling that your heart would beat out of its ribcage was familiar to him. he was just not ready to witness it happening to you.

after that happened he just let it go. watching over you more thoughtfully, giving you space to work out what you needed to about him. but it was a hard task. it was a hard task to gaze over your figure from the couch as you sat nearby on the kitchen table doing some readings.

your reading glasses down the bridge of your nose, the furrowed look you gave those pages full of non sense letters, the way your hand kept stretching his hoodie so it would hide your knees as you pressed them against you. in a sigh he was standing next to you. hand sliding to the back of your neck, to massage the skin.

you'd look at him and stop chewing the bottom of your pen in nervousness but then he just kneeled. a rough but gentle hand going inside the hoodie to pull your knees down, so he'd stand in the middle of your legs gazing up at you kissing the skin of your shin, asking for permission silently.

shuddering you'd nod softly and his hand would come to your lower back, sliding you further to the edge of the seat. and the way he moved over you, the dedication and care he put on his motions had you going out of your body, unconsciously gripping the contour of the table to stay grounded.

in that moment, Jason laid you completely bare as only he knew how to do. the devotion of this one act of intimacy proving wrapping your hazed mind in a pained but tender realisation. no matter what stood in his path, he would always make it back to you. and you'd be damned if you wouldn't do the exact same thing for him.

so as his name died on your mouth and your lungs lurched for air, you slowly pulled your trembling body from the chair to kneel in front of him as well. for Jason you'd be anything, you'd crawl out of the pit of sadness you had created for yourself. because you know he would fight to pull you out of there himself.

your head curled against the crook of his neck, as you wept without restraint. the light had gone in, burning, igniting your insides. and he didn't need to ask why you were crying. he simply held you once again, while tears fell from his own eyes too this time.

from that moment on there was no more mourning, no more overthinking. just two souls bind by an affection that surpassed tragedy, by a love which survived time. just his sweet girl and him. forever his baby.

@ your precious little monster ⏾

[nataliedecorsair]

I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy

You can read about her here.

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These comics are just some silliness I drew for fun. It's not really canon, she lives in a separate setting (not our world) and isn't able to talk as a werewolf. Her original story is also pretty rough and tragic.

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Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Taxis

Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom The Gordon Ramsay art is a result of a silly Patreon discussion x)

[shyaringan]

time travel fix-it but make it Spooky (based on my monster!jon post)

[shpepyao]

[frogcroaks]

Smaugust week 1! Many dragons, and a lot of blue. I will always follow the rules of "anything can be a dragon".

[blushily]

Cute Moth girl eats ur clothes (Commission for Noworiii)

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[ksilberne]

Monster

[stjohnstarling]

To truly, successfully eroticize the monstrous you must be brave enough to make the object in question actually ugly. At the heart of the fantasy is a person whose very form is so profoundly unacceptable that there is significant social stigma attendant upon finding them attractive - a person who feels deeply their own repulsiveness, who expects universal rejection for their appearance - and, crucially, another person who treats them as if they are beautiful.

For this to be effective, the monstrous character can't just be plain - they have to be wildly, fascinatingly unacceptable - prodigiously, fantastically, sublimely ugly. If you're anxious about the character not being hot you'll never pull it off because the entire fantasy is about not being afraid.

[pink-noah]

Sketch of Poseidon and Charybdis

while I finish coloring other things

[suzumori521]

The name of this creature is YOTAcat or POTOOcat.

This creature is a combination of Yotaka (potoo) and cat.

His true identity is one of an alien reconnaissance unit that plans to invade the earth.

His body can change its shape at will by copying other creatures and objects.

When he came to Earth, he first tried to copy the appearance of the planet's main life form.

However, the first thing he saw there was a cat. He decided that the creature was the main life form and tried to copy the cat's form.

However, by some accident, he also copied the information of Potoo, and his body became a chimera of cat and Potoo.

What was even more unexpected for these aliens was that once they copied the earth creatures, the original spirit invaded their psyche.

His spirit was about to be taken over by cats and POTOO!

The human who found the strange creature brought it home out of curiosity. Not knowing it was a vicious alien.......

[nataliedecorsair]

I wanted to give you some of Pticenoga's Borderlands AU backstory, how she was raised by Shade and before starting her shenanigans with Vaughn.

Plus a bonus comic about how she decided to set up a meeting for Vaughn and Shade, but didn't tell Vaughn who is supposed to be there x) Mostly because Vaughn has met Shade before in his macabre World of Curiosities museum and thought that Shade is too weird for him. Well, that's the kind of person that would raise a feral harpy siren, gotta deal with it!

When she was very young, nothing bothered her much as she was just a wild baby exploring the world x) And Shade was a good father figure to her. However, as she grew older, she realized that she doesn't really "fit in": yeah, Pandora is a crazy planet, but not every person there is crazy. There are plenty of "regular folk" like Shade or other people from their town - and many others. And she was frequently called a monster, a mutant and many other things by the regular kids and even adults. She was wild though, could bite them or fight with them in a pretty feral manner, and, even though she protected herself, it didn't help the situation much. She wasn't crazy enough (and too small) to fit in with the psychos or bandits, was "too human" for actual monsters living on Pandora, and for a long time she had no idea she was a Siren, as even for Sirens she looked too different. Only when she hit her teens, she was able to confirm that she is one, started using her powers, and in her human form she could see the full extension of the glowing pattern she had on her skin. She still, however, didn't know why she wasn't born "normal", and there were no older Sirens around.

At some point, she decided to become independent and live on her own. Her "wild" upbringing was helping that a lot, and she felt fine being away from people. She'd still visit Shade frequently, of course, and at some point she'd even met Zer0 and could hang out with him for some time. As Zer0 is a mystery himself, they had some common ground between them (though constantly listening to his haiku were exhausting xD). Sadly, Vault Hunters attract attention, not always positive, and that was the reason why she got spotted by a big bandit gang (could be the beginning of Vallory's gang, but before she took over). And local scientists like Tannis already declared that there may be some connection between Sirens and the Vaults. And they noticed that she's a Siren, but also pretty young (and dumb). After the first Vault on Pandora was opened, there was plenty of weird and valuable stuff around, but it wasn't so easy to get it when you're just regular bandits. And when Eridians, the aliens that are guarding the Vault, are everywhere. The Sirens like Lilith were too strong for them, and hiring a Vault Hunter is expensive, so they decided to wriggle into her favor and use her to gain access to the area. She didn't know she was dealing with bandits first, she naively thought it's a rare case of nice fellows just wanting to be friends and such, plus the Vault could have answers about her origin, and the new "friends" confirmed it.

At some point, she realized she was being used, and got into a fight with the bandits - and lost, as there were too many of them, and she had too little experience, and they knew about Shade. She got kidnapped and told that she'd do everything they told her to do, or they'd kill Shade, so she had to obey. She helped them to fight the way to the Vault and get some of the riches, and during the process she felt that she really does have a connection with Eridians - they boosted her powers and helped her to get free, and kill every presenting member of the gang. She was worried about Shade though, so she left immediately to find him before the remaining members found out what happened and could harm him. But she was too late - the water source in their town of Oasis was poisoned, and every single person there died. Except Shade though - he lasted longer, but dehydration made him insane, and he turned corpses into the stuffed dummies he could talk to (though she didn't have much of a problem with this part). As she was gone for at least several months, he didn't believe she's real, and she had to adapt to the new reality.

She never got back to the Vault after that as she felt it was a source of more trouble than anything good (in her view, the price was too much for a bunch of physical stuff).

That lasted for years, and became a bit easier as her powers, enhanced by the Eridians, wasn't only serving the destruction,  but could eventually "heal" some part of Shade's mind, so the moments of clarity became more frequent (she didn't know it's the reason, though). And you still need money, whether you like it or not, so, when Shade decided to use his World of Curiosities as a spot of illegal deals and smuggling, she didn't resist, but would watch over him in the shadows in case something goes wrong.

Eventually, she calmed down and just embraced herself. And, after some time, she met Vaughn, whose personal struggles she could sense right away, as she had to experience "being different" herself.

[spicymancer]

Based on an @vicwingly tweet.

[yellydany]

SWAN 🦢 ✈️  (Strategic Wyvern Aerial Navigator)

"The “SWANS” are biomechanical lifeforms that after years of mimicry adapted to resemble combat jets. Their wolfram-like skin not only is resistant to the toxic and parasitic dangers of the ‘false ocean’ but is nigh impossible to penetrate. While not a real bird they present many similar features and behavior. It's not all too rare to spot them flying in flocks and engaging in courtship

Swans are known to jam signals and strike airborne carriers since they’re an extremely territorial and violent species. First it will race against the enemy (it should be noted their structure allows them to reach enough speed to break the sound barrier) as a sign that they dominate the air space before they plunge the foe into the ground. Competitiveness amongst the species in a similar fashion has been observed to uncertain ends. In spite of all the gathered studies their intelligence and physical feats are still under research but paired with their enormous size and aggressivity is more than a difficult task. 

They are rapacious hunters from the skies and encounters are advised against. There’s no current methods to defend against the Swans and in consequence it has obstructed facilities, aviation and transportation."

[meo-eiru]

Rejoice! You guys finally know his color palette!

Fun fact: When I first made him I had imagined him with really bright greenish white hair but I felt like brown hair would help him fit in and go unnoticed more (and i really liked the fanarts you guys made)

[butcher--bird]

mara..shes a harpy