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[blacktiger666]

Even though it's in French and you can translate (Right click and translate to English), the WhatIf about Nora transformed into Necros (name finally in English) by Efrim on Toross' orders is available on Wattpad and FanFictionNet :

[awoken-artist]

Doodled one of my closed species babs I own that I named tomakani and wanted to try experimenting with chibi works since It keeps shifting so damn much >:[

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[gazrgaley]

They Own This Town (part 6)

The beast lowered its claws to the floor and roared.

Milo smiled and snapped his fingers. With the humans out of the way, he was able to get creative with his abilities. Knowing he would catch hell if anything in the room caught fire, he focused the flames on its chest. Its thick, leathery skin didn't even redden, let alone burn. It crawled toward them, slapping tables aside like spider webs.

"If anyone wants to fill me in, I might be able to help," Sherlock said, looking frantically around the room.

"Necrobeast," Milo said. "Skin's tough, bones are tougher. The blood kills if it gets into your veins. Your kind has a better chance than mine since your hearts don't beat."

"Okay. Got it." He tipped his head, then nodded to himself. "Do we have anything that can pierce its hide?"

Richard eyed the wooden chair beside him. "Probably, but—"

Sherlock broke into a sprint. "Okay! I'll distract it." He planted a foot on the wall and jumped over the beast, landing upon its back with a whoop. He clung to its wings and held on tight as it let out a guttural screech and began to thrash from side to side.

Milo slapped his hand to his forehead, then picked up the chair and smashed it against the wall. He picked up the sharpest piece that remained and spun it in his hand. The chair leg burst into flame as he ran. He timed his thrust, waited for just the right moment, and jabbed the blazing spear into its neck.

The wood shattered against the beast's skin in a cloud of splinters and sawdust.

He ducked a swipe from its wicked claws and slid backward. Shadows writhed around him in an aura of darkness. "Dagger!" he cried, and Richard felt the word in his head as strongly as he heard it.

Grendel burst into the room, pulling in Fabian behind him by the arm. He held his dagger by the tip of the blades and tossed it over the thing's head, over Milo's.

Richard leapt forward and caught it just before it hit the ground, earning himself a vicious cut on the palm in the process. He didn't make a sound. He spun the knife in his grip and walked forward, the tip of the blade tracking the beast's movements. He knew he wasn't strong enough, but he had to try. Suddenly he found his opening as it reared back, reaching for Sherlock with both clawed hands. He drove the dagger upward beneath the creature's ribs, just as he'd watched Grendel do for him years ago.

A second pair of hands wrapped around his and added their strength. Milo smirked at the Necrobeast as the blade dug into its flesh with a sound like an awl hammered through leather.

The beast choked and clutched at its stomach. The two of them jumped back out of reach of its claws, leaving the dagger embedded in its gut. Blood oozed from the wound and steamed upon the hardwood floor. Its leg collapsed under its own weight and it reached out toward Richard. He only watched with an icy grimace.

The strange Netopuri stood behind the beast, nodding again as if in agreement. "Not such a bad plan, eh, Watson?"

Grendel grunted as Fabian kicked at the back of his knee and slipped out of his grip. Grendel turned and grabbed at his collar, his fingers grasping at nothing, at hair, at silk.

The Necrobeast twisted and lashed out at the commotion with its black-bloodied claws.

Too fast for even Richard's eyes to see, Milo planted a boot on the thing's shoulder and dove, knocking Grendel out of the way just in time.

The claws ripped through Milo's suit and pierced his chest.

He hit the ground heavily and rolled onto his back. The beast's detached nail stood up from his chest, stained black and red. He looked down at it without anger or fear. It had happened too fast. He found it odd that there was no pain. After thousands of years' worth of screams from his victims, he'd thought death would be more painful.

Grendel collapsed to his hands and knees. He crawled forward, shaking.

He turned to face Grendel. He said not a word.

Richard grabbed him by the shoulders. "Stay with us, Milo! Say something!"

He mulled it over. If they were to be his last words, they would have to be good ones... but his mind had gone blank.

Grendel lurched to his feet. He turned to face Fabian, who stood frozen in a corner by the door. Suddenly Grendel was across the room, holding Fabian against the wall by his throat. Electricity crackled across their skin, making the room glow with white light. He raised his other hand. A ball of lightning built upon his palm, as blindingly bright as his golden eyes. "Look at what you did!" he shouted.

"This isn't my fault!" Fabian pleaded.

"Hold on, Grendel," said Sherlock firmly. "How did you know, Fabian? How did you know it was going to be making an appearance? How did you know where to go?"

Fabian swallowed down the pain of the humming sparks lancing his skin. "Because they followed him before," he said through gritted teeth. He turned his eyes to Richard, who still knelt over Milo on the floor. "I knew. I thought if they saw you here, they would make you go away."

Grendel threw his arm out behind, sending sparks flying. "Our people are dead! Milo is..." The lightning in his hand pulsed and hummed. "Milo—"

"He's not!" Fabian said quickly. "It paralyzes you first. It takes some time to ki—" He cleared his throat and tried to push himself up with a foot on the wall. "If he hadn't fed in a few days, his heartbeat should be slow enough that it could be reversed. I can help you with that!"

Grendel let his free hand fall. The lightning raced up his arm. "How?"

"We can make a deal," he said. His old confidence had begun to creep back into his voice. "I don't tell anyone about the Necrobeasts' interest in Richard and the rest of your little group. You don't tell anyone... Well, you can't really have a conversation with a Necrobeast, so you can't prove anything anyway." He grinned in spite of himself.

Grendel punched him in the nose. He shook his fist out and smiled as he gave Fabian a moment to blink the stars from his eyes. "What else?"

"We'll have to put Milo in permasleep," Fabian said coldly. Blood trickled from his nostril and his eye. "That means you too, as you well know. Only a few years, I'm sure," he said, the words oozing sarcasm, "to make sure he heals properly."

To his surprise, Grendel nodded without hesitation. "And Richard?" he asked, looking back at the two men on the ground. He couldn't see Milo's face. Perhaps that was a good thing. "You have to promise not to do anything else to him or those he cares about," he said sharply. "Whether you like him or not, he is a part of this family now and you will treat him with respect."

Fabian shrugged and shook his head in agreement. His eyebrows lifted in mirth and he opened his mouth to speak.

Grendel's fist slammed into the wall beside his head, caving the section in and making Fabian squeal and recoil. "If you break your promise, Fabian," he said, "remember... I won't be gone forever."

Fabian shuddered and nodded.

Grendel dropped him to the floor and turned his back on the man. He slipped his arms beneath Milo and carried him from the room, Fabian and Sherlock trailing behind him.

Richard let out a deep breath. He reached over to the mass of leathery flesh that had haunted his dreams for so long and pulled free the dagger. He wiped the blood away and followed the group, his heart as heavy as his footsteps.

[thewaywardprotector]

Closed starter for @necrobeast​

Zara wandered the halls, answering questions where she could, and directing people to the different areas for food, rooming, or blankets. She really felt for the staff of the hospital, having to practically stumble over the entire population of the town to just do their jobs. And not only that, but having so many different creatures in one place left Zara tense, especially after her revelations with Marshall. But so far, she hadn’t seen the Morningstar family at the hospital, and she was at least thankful for that.

Turning a corner as she lead an old woman to where she could check in with her granddaughter, she saw someone sitting on the floor, and she tensed up, her eyes landing on Mando. Nothing about his case made sense, the evidence that was stacked against him, how it would be enough to send most away for decades... and yet he was walking around as a free man.

“... Did you need assistance?” She asked stiffly, keeping her distance, and not looking at him. Her senses tingled, telling her to not completely trust him. Not with so many unanswered questions.

[combctant]

closed starter   ❝ @necrobeast​ or @alwaysthealpha​❞

the human doppelganger : once a mere pawn in a grand scheme , an innocent flower since welted and blossoming into one with thorns.  compassion still had been a defining trait which caused her to push past the crowds to see if anyone needed help. there was panic ringing throughout the area and as usual , it felt as though it were out of her hands. a soft sigh escaped from her lips after hands grabbed onto a streetlight pole in an attempt to steady feet tripping over each other.  “ I think my friends are here. ” muttering , loud enough for anyone within a hearing distance. “ I need to find them. ”  

[sharkbaitnyx]

Nyx was excited, not a new thing for her but the mere fact that her mother sent her on a mission that wasn’t all boring. Sending Mando the invite to an all inclusive meal to her restaurant was a highlight for her, one was an excuse to spend time with him without being seen as a hinderance to her mission to gaining her father’s freedom and two; she just really felt the Wendigo deserved to have a good meal, a meal fit for the likes of him. Closing the place down was a small price to pay, money after all meant nothing to demons.

Standing still was near impossible for the demon as the door to the place opened and she smiled as he stepped in, “Yay! You’re finally here, not that you’re late. I’m just excited, congrats on your win. Everything is set up as ordered.”

@necrobeast​

[risingpeaksradio]

Good evening ghouls and boys, to turn from the tragic news of the evening we bring you the winner of Halloween’s Costume contest, voted on by you the people of Creations Peaks. I have to say votes were close but everyone give a hand to Creations very own Gravedigger, Armando Rivera as Gomez Addams.

@necrobeast​

[spartanlocke]

The Calavera Shell is available for Brightdust on the tenth week, for those wondering! It will also be available for Silver the week before. 

Available for Brightdust dates for other notable items:

Week 9 (10/19) - Shaded Titan Mask, Gourd Summoner, Skitterscare (spider Sparrow), Jack-o-Lantern Mask, The Necrobeast and the Desmodus (skeleton Sparrow and ship).

Week 10 (10/26) - Halted Oblivion (Icy kitty broom Sparrow), Winchester’s Ruin (Thorn Sparrow), Penguin mask, Fettered Shell (green chained Shell), Pumpkin Dance, Necromancer Dance.

[spearofdestiny]

😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.-  @necrobeast​

Since her father’s.... disappearance because it was easier to say that than the truth, Destiny had been running on empty. Her mother was drinking, her brother was doing his own thing, and she.... she was trying to hold everyone together. Family and friends called, members of Spear called to offer words of condolence, and she just... took it all in her stride. Until she slept. Then came the whispers, seeing her father’s face, begging for her help, practically screaming for her. She felt him reach forward, grabbing her arm, shaking her over and over...

She let out a scream as she realised she really was being shaken, jumping out of her skin when she saw someone holding onto her arm. “Fuck!” She yelled out, her heart racing as she stared at the other, looking around to realise they were on the dirt road heading towards the mines. She was still in her pajamas, her bare feet dusty. “Wh-what happened how am I here, wh-where...” She stuttered, but there were tears in her eyes, shaken up from her dream.

[caelumsthelimit]

hiii caelum for the character thing...i would like to ask u a blaseball character but i don't know anything about blaseball so. ianthe lockedtomb <3

oooooo ianthe yess thank you!!! ok, this is gonna have HtN spoilers, and I can’t remember if you’ve finished yet so i am very sorry if you haven’t

Favorite Thing: She’s a bitch and i love her for it. she’s just so rude to people :) also she’s like super smart and ruthless

Least Favorite Thing: uhhh does the part when she pulled god out from the mouth of the necrobeast thing count? i was so mad at her for that. also i was convinced for most of HtN that she was literally just manipulating Harrow, but I guess she eventually was like actually in love with her? idk

Favorite Line: uhhh i cannot remember any and i don’t currently own the books so for now- none

OTP: therapy? i don’t really ship her with anyone in the books right now, so therapy

BroTP: Her and Gideon, I know they barely interacted in either book, but I just think they would be so funny. They’re both so snarky, and they would pretend to hate each other the entire time but secretly enjoy it

NoTP: uhh i guess her and harrow? i don’t think they’d have a very healthy relationship at all, plus obviously i prefer harrow and gideon

Random HC: Her and Corona are both trans because i say so :) also she’s some form of aro-spec

Unpopular Opinion: idk what a popular opinion is, but i guess personally i don’t think she was really ever in love with harrow. she was friends with harrow and she doesn’t really have a lot of non-Corona friends so she confused it with romantic love

Song that reminds me of them: hmmm, i’m not sure maybe Villainous Thing by Shayfer James?

Favorite Image of them: i don’t have one

[sagemenace]

Vaporeon themed Necrobeast :3

[psycharaisback]

2/4 necrobeasts are looking to be adopted at www.psypuff.com ! 💀 I ship worldwide! 🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/CHvV0cBnFlo/?igshid=qrnsxuhgj0hm

[ofconfusion]

( 🔮┊closed starter for @necrobeast )

anastasia stares in shock at the sight, she had seen a lot of things in her life.. but this was not one of them, the panic is evident on her features and the fear-- as is the scream that sound from her mouth, the ground vibrates slightly underneath her feet likely triggered by her emotions. mumbling underneath her breath latin to create a ball of light in her hands. “ listen.. i’m going to leave now.” the blonde witch starts slowly, backing up slightly in the process. “ pretend i never seen this, and not tell a single soul. because i’d really like to not die again.”

[gazrgaley]

They Own this town (part 6)

The beast lowered its claws to the floor and roared.

Milo smiled and snapped his fingers. With the humans out of the way, he was able to get creative with his abilities. Knowing he would catch hell if anything in the room caught fire, he focused the flames on its chest. Its thick, leathery skin didn't even redden, let alone burn. It crawled toward them, slapping tables aside like spider webs.

"If anyone wants to fill me in, I might be able to help," Sherlock said, looking frantically around the room.

"Necrobeast," Milo said. "Skin's tough, bones are tougher. The blood kills if it gets into your veins. Your kind has a better chance than mine since your hearts don't beat."

"Okay. Got it." He tipped his head, then nodded to himself. "Do we have anything that can pierce its hide?"

Richard eyed the wooden chair beside him. "Probably, but—"

Sherlock broke into a sprint. "Okay! I'll distract it." He planted a foot on the wall and jumped over the beast, landing upon its back with a whoop. He clung to its wings and held on tight as it let out a guttural screech and began to thrash from side to side.

Milo slapped his hand to his forehead, then picked up the chair and smashed it against the wall. He picked up the sharpest piece that remained and spun it in his hand. The chair leg burst into flame as he ran. He timed his thrust, waited for just the right moment, and jabbed the blazing spear into its neck.

The wood shattered against the beast's skin in a cloud of splinters and sawdust.

He ducked a swipe from its wicked claws and slid backward. Shadows writhed around him in an aura of darkness. "Dagger!" he cried, and Richard felt the word in his head as strongly as he heard it.

Grendel burst into the room, pulling in Fabian behind him by the arm. He held his dagger by the tip of the blades and tossed it over the thing's head, over Milo's.

Richard leapt forward and caught it just before it hit the ground, earning himself a vicious cut on the palm in the process. He didn't make a sound. He spun the knife in his grip and walked forward, the tip of the blade tracking the beast's movements. He knew he wasn't strong enough, but he had to try. Suddenly he found his opening as it reared back, reaching for Sherlock with both clawed hands. He drove the dagger upward beneath the creature's ribs, just as he'd watched Grendel do for him years ago.

A second pair of hands wrapped around his and added their strength. Milo smirked at the Necrobeast as the blade dug into its flesh with a sound like an awl hammered through leather.

The beast choked and clutched at its stomach. The two of them jumped back out of reach of its claws, leaving the dagger embedded in its gut. Blood oozed from the wound and steamed upon the hardwood floor. Its leg collapsed under its own weight and it reached out toward Richard. He only watched with an icy grimace.

The strange Netopuri stood behind the beast, nodding again as if in agreement. "Not such a bad plan, eh, Watson?"

Grendel grunted as Fabian kicked at the back of his knee and slipped out of his grip. Grendel turned and grabbed at his collar, his fingers grasping at nothing, at hair, at silk.

The Necrobeast twisted and lashed out at the commotion with its black-bloodied claws.

Too fast for even Richard's eyes to see, Milo planted a boot on the thing's shoulder and dove, knocking Grendel out of the way just in time.

The claws ripped through Milo's suit and pierced his chest.

He hit the ground heavily and rolled onto his back. The beast's detached nail stood up from his chest, stained black and red. He looked down at it without anger or fear. It had happened too fast. He found it odd that there was no pain. After thousands of years' worth of screams from his victims, he'd thought death would be more painful.

Grendel collapsed to his hands and knees. He crawled forward, shaking.

He turned to face Grendel. He said not a word.

Richard grabbed him by the shoulders. "Stay with us, Milo! Say something!"

He mulled it over. If they were to be his last words, they would have to be good ones... but his mind had gone blank.

Grendel lurched to his feet. He turned to face Fabian, who stood frozen in a corner by the door. Suddenly Grendel was across the room, holding Fabian against the wall by his throat. Electricity crackled across their skin, making the room glow with white light. He raised his other hand. A ball of lightning built upon his palm, as blindingly bright as his golden eyes. "Look at what you did!" he shouted.

"This isn't my fault!" Fabian pleaded.

"Hold on, Grendel," said Sherlock firmly. "How did you know, Fabian? How did you know it was going to be making an appearance? How did you know where to go?"

Fabian swallowed down the pain of the humming sparks lancing his skin. "Because they followed him before," he said through gritted teeth. He turned his eyes to Richard, who still knelt over Milo on the floor. "I knew. I thought if they saw you here, they would make you go away."

Grendel threw his arm out behind, sending sparks flying. "Our people are dead! Milo is..." The lightning in his hand pulsed and hummed. "Milo—"

"He's not!" Fabian said quickly. "It paralyzes you first. It takes some time to ki—" He cleared his throat and tried to push himself up with a foot on the wall. "If he hadn't fed in a few days, his heartbeat should be slow enough that it could be reversed. I can help you with that!"

Grendel let his free hand fall. The lightning raced up his arm. "How?"

"We can make a deal," he said. His old confidence had begun to creep back into his voice. "I don't tell anyone about the Necrobeasts' interest in Richard and the rest of your little group. You don't tell anyone... Well, you can't really have a conversation with a Necrobeast, so you can't prove anything anyway." He grinned in spite of himself.

Grendel punched him in the nose. He shook his fist out and smiled as he gave Fabian a moment to blink the stars from his eyes. "What else?"

"We'll have to put Milo in permasleep," Fabian said coldly. Blood trickled from his nostril and his eye. "That means you too, as you well know. Only a few years, I'm sure," he said, the words oozing sarcasm, "to make sure he heals properly."

To his surprise, Grendel nodded without hesitation. "And Richard?" he asked, looking back at the two men on the ground. He couldn't see Milo's face. Perhaps that was a good thing. "You have to promise not to do anything else to him or those he cares about," he said sharply. "Whether you like him or not, he is a part of this family now and you will treat him with respect."

Fabian shrugged and shook his head in agreement. His eyebrows lifted in mirth and he opened his mouth to speak.

Grendel's fist slammed into the wall beside his head, caving the section in and making Fabian squeal and recoil. "If you break your promise, Fabian," he said, "remember... I won't be gone forever."

Fabian shuddered and nodded.

Grendel dropped him to the floor and turned his back on the man. He slipped his arms beneath Milo and carried him from the room, Fabian and Sherlock trailing behind him.

Richard let out a deep breath. He reached over to the mass of leathery flesh that had haunted his dreams for so long and pulled free the dagger. He wiped the blood away and followed the group, his heart as heavy as his footsteps.

[gazrgaleyart]

A Necrobeast from my story from A Day in the Park (Warm-Blood Vampires) that will be available in 10-31-20

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