#no i did not misspell monster

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wip title game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Was tagged by @salparadiselost and @galaxythreads thanks for tagging me! Only gonna do unposted WIPs that I'm currently working on (as opposed to all the shit rotting in my drafts haha). Surprisingly small amount (I'm blaming my senior project on that🥲)

Summer Child Supercollide Space Mosnter Story Daredevil/Red Hood conflicting morality husbands

No pressure tags: @motleyfam @byrambles @a-canceled-stamp @pokemonisbeast1999

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WOWWWW OMG I had a dream all about raising the Rowdyruff boys as OLDER kids!!!! 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭😭💖😭💖 They were about twelve or thirteen years old and they were actually not total little psycopaths (I think that was mostly thanks to me) and it was actually really fun being with them around the city and they clearly looked up to and respected me aaaaaaaah I LOVE THEM 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖

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Tate Pines AU 

(aka Tater McGucket is an oops baby Fiddlestan kid)

Note: LONG POST. This is me hyper fixating on a brain worm because the Gravity Falls Fandom roared back to life. This is probably misspelled in a lot of areas, and not the clearest or most concise post because this is me rambling at 2 in the morning. Also the characters are maybe OOC. Also, this is written without accents because I'm not from the Midwest or southern United States.

In this AU/Scenario, Stan is a transgender man, and 'encountered' Fiddleford during his vagabond years. It was a heavily drunk/high one-night-stand, so they never properly met or even knew each others names. This happens after Ford graduating Backupsmore University, and for this scenario to work let’s say that Fiddleford went to BMU for his undergraduate program, but then went to the local university in Palo Alto for his graduate studies.

Years later, just like in the OG show Fiddleford is Stanford's research partner in Gravity Falls, and married to Emma-May Dixon; but they don't have any children together at this time, and they got together *after* his encounter with Stan. So this isn't an affair baby scenario.

Tatum "Tate" Pines is 5 years old, living on the road with his dad, currently staying in a motel but they're about to move into a real apartment for the first time ever because Tate needs to start school soon. Stan is still a drifter and a con man, but he recently came upon a large sum of money because Tate accurately guessed the lottery number for the state they were currently in.

Stan still receives a postcard from Gravity Falls that says "Please Come", and is allegedly sent from his estranged Twin who he hasn't seen in almost 12 years. But this is roughly a few months before it would have happened in-canon.

Given Stan's disownment, no one knows that he even has a son, not even Ma Pines. Not like he'd want them to know. Having his own son and loving him unconditionally made him realize that his own dad Filbrick was a monster, who he didn't need to prove himself to. But he still wants to reconcile with Ford, so he decides to go just like in canon.

This post card, however, wasn't sent by Ford. It was sent by Fiddleford, who was watching Ford spiral in real time and hoped that if anyone could convince Ford that he was acting crazy and unstable, it was his twin brother.

While Stanford doesn't greet Stanley with a crossbow like in the original because this is before the portal test with Fiddleford, he's definitely shocked to not just see Stanley there, but Stanley with a tiny gap-toothed child in tow.

Stan doesn't know that Ford wasn't expecting them, and excitedly introduces Ford to his nephew.

Ford: Stanley, are you sure this child is yours? Stan: ...Ford, did you forget we're not identical twins?  Ford: ...Oh! Oh my, Stanley... Stan: *thinking* 'I don't know if I'm touched that you don't see me as anything other than a man... or insulted that you forgot something so fundamental about me'

Flabbergasted, Ford lets them both in; Fiddleford is welding something downstairs so he doesn't see or hear any of this. Ford plants Tate on the couch in front of the TV and practically drags Stan to the kitchen to talk to him privately; he's too surprised by Stan having a child to question why they were there in the first place.

Ford: Is there a... another parent..? Stan: ...It's just me and Tate. Always has been. Ford: How did...? Stan: I didn't plan a pregnancy... but I had no money for T-shots for months on end, and without the T, everything down stairs went to factory default.  Ford: Do you know who it is? The father- I mean, the other father? Stan: Not exactly, some southern guy, don't think I ever got his name. Ford: What happened? Stan: Funny you should ask. (FLASHBACK) Fiddleford, high out of his mind: -and that's how I won a golden fiddle. Stan, drunk out of his mind: That's crazy, dude. *grabs him aggressively by the shirt collar to pull him close* Now shut up and fuck me until I can't walk. Fiddleford, horny out of his mind: Hoo-whee, well don't you diddly-darn mind if'n I do. (END) Ford: Stanley? Stan: Hmm? Ford: Are you okay? You just said 'its funny that you ask', and then stared off into space for 10 seconds. Stan: Let's just say I never touched tequila ever again.

Eventually, Fiddleford does come upstairs when he notices Ford didn't come back downstairs, and see's the brothers in the kitchen just as Ford asks Stan why he even came here.

Fiddleford admits it was him who sent the postcard, that someone needed to 'talk some sense' into Ford, and then introduces himself to Stan.

While Stan isn't perplexed by Fiddleford because he was too drunk to remember a face- Fiddleford, who has very good memory, immediately knows he met Stan somewhere, he just can't quite place where, when, or why.

Ford does show Stan the portal, saying it's his life's work and he'll need to test it soon, and casually asks Stan if he wants to stay and help. Before Fiddleford can protest that's a bad idea and Ford should just stop, Stan agrees because he wants to reconnect (and also keep a roof over Tate's head, what were the chances they'd win another lottery?), it did hurt his feelings that Stanford hadn't reached out out to him after all, but maybe they could work on that.

While Ford hasn't exactly forgiven Stanley for the science fair incident, he can't just let his brother, a single father be homeless with a five-year-old (Stan had to drop the lease with their intended apartment to come to Gravity Falls). And... well, Ford gets attached to Tate quite early:

Tate: ... *staring at him* Ford: Can I help you with something, Tatum? Tate: Uncle, is your name "Stanford"?  Ford: Yes, but if you prefer you can call me Uncle Ford. Tate: Oh. Okay. It's funny, Stanford is my middle name. *later* Stan: Kiddo, why has your uncle been sobbing in his room for the past thirty minutes? Tate: *shrugs*

Not realizing the gravity (hehe) of the situation, Stan gets settled in the house and helps Ford and Fiddleford where he can (usually just moving heavy objects or punching paranormal creatures, or forcing Ford to shower). He does notice that Ford seems a bit... unhinged, and weirdly obsessed with some new geometry based religion, but people change after college right?

He does get unnerved by Fords weird episodes where his personality seems to shift and he goes into town to act like an absolute menace. Stan can't help but think that isn't Ford; its been years since he saw him but damnit he knew his brother and whatever entity possessed him just to slap a cops belly, *that* was not Ford. But Ford always brushed him off when he tried to bring it up, and one time 'Ford' even coldly reminded Stan that he could remove Stanley and his son from the home at any time if he wasn't going to be useful.

During this time, Stan and Fiddleford get to know each other, they get along quite well actually; Fiddleford is fond of little Tatum, who along with Stan enjoys listening to him play the banjo. One could say, given Fords obsession with his current passion project and prioritizing work over his relationships, that Stan and Fiddleford become close. 

Fiddleford picks up, however... that little Tate is a genius. Although he's a quiet kid, he has an advanced vocabulary for his age. He's able to read and write at what must be a 2nd or 3rd grade level despite not even starting kindergarten yet, and... one time Fiddleford left an 8x8 cubiks cube unattended, and came back no more than five minutes later to see that Tate had already solved it. And Stan had told him that Tate has actively predicted lottery numbers before.

He brings it up with Stan, who admits that he already knows Tate is a genius, but he also knows what academic pressure and high expectations can do to someone (referring to Ford), and he just wants Tate to live life by his own terms, not let other people dictate that for him based on his IQ.

Fiddleford... also see's resemblances between himself and Tate. Sure, Tate has browner hair like Stan, but the wavier texture is just like his own. And while Stanley does have a prominent nose, it's not as prominent as Tates, which is much more similar to Fiddlefords. 

Fiddleford begins to ask Stan about his past, specifically bringing up that he believes they may have met before.

Fiddleford: Say, Stan, did we meet before you moved here? You're so familiar to me. Stan: I wonder where you could have possibly seen my face before? *glances at the lab* Fiddleford: No. I feel like we've met before - you ever been to Palo Alto? Stan: That city in Cali? Yeah. I'd say about six years ago. I was just passing by, resupplying, and selling weed to college students. Fiddleford: You were a weed dealer? Stan: Among other things, yeah. California's *the* place to go to for weed. I don't do it anymore. Fiddleford: Did you... ever visit the university there? Stan: A couple times. Hated going there because it reminded me of... well, I think you know. Why? Fiddleford: I did my graduate studies there, maybe I met you there? Stan: You think so? I only saw buyers, did you buy weed from me? Fiddleford: No... I had a dealer, but it wasn't you. Stan: Other than that, I did get invited to a frat party once. Think they were called "SigEp" or something. Fiddleford: That's 'Sigma Phi Epsilon'. That was the fraternity I belonged to. Did I see you at that party? Stan: Probably - oh man that party was crazy. I made so many bad decisions that night. Fiddleford: Stanley... how old did you say your son was? Stan: Five, why? Fiddleford: ... Fiddleford: Stanley... *reaches out* Stan: *jerks back, before pointing away* Hey look over there, a distraction! Fiddleford: What- *looks away* Stan: *jumps out the window and makes a run for it*

Stan does not entertain any further discussions with Fiddleford about his past, and goes out of his way to keep Tate with him and away from Fiddleford. Given his criminal past, he's afraid that if Fiddleford is correct, he could make legal actions to take Tate away from him.

Fiddleford eventually goes to Ford about his suspicions.

Fiddleford: Stanford I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to promise you'll stay calm. Stanford: *doesn't look up from microscope* Are you going to tell me you suspect you're Tatum's father because you slept with my brother around the time he would have been concieved? Fiddleford: ... Stanford: Because you are. Fiddleford: What in tar- Stanford: *tosses a file folder towards Fiddleford* I have all of our DNA on file - Fiddleford: You do???? Stanford: Of course I do! I store the DNA profile of everyone who's entered my residence, just in case there's a shifter afoot. Comparing yours and Stanley's DNA to Tatum's, there is only a 0.001% chance that he isn't your biological child. Fiddleford: ... *speechless* Stanford: Congratulations, according to science you're a father.

Fiddleford does eventually manage to talk to Stan about it, and clear the air between them. Stan is apprehensive because Fiddleford is married, but he's at least relieved that Tate happened before Fiddleford was in a relationship with Emma-May. Stan allows Fiddleford to spend more time with Tate (supervised), but they agree Tate doesn't need to know just yet what Fiddleford is to him.

Fiddleford also holds back on telling his wife about Tate, he'd prefer to tell her face-to-face.

But then the portal test happens and Fiddleford gets a glimpse of the horrors beyond the portal, which traumatizes him just like in the original. This doesn't convince him to leave, because Ford is becoming dangerous and Fiddleford is worried about what would happen if Stan and Tate were left alone with him. He invents the memory gun, but holds up on using it on himself.

The relationship Ford has with both Stan and Fiddleford  becomes more explosive. Stan and Fiddleford are both telling Ford that he's messing with forces beyond his control.

To get Fiddleford off of his back about the portals, Ford instead lashes out at him about something else.

Stanford: Fiddleford... you know you're my best friend right? Fiddleford: ...Of course. Stanford: Stanley and I don't have a good relationship... we haven't in a long time. *puts a hand on his shoulder* But don't you dare hurt my brother, or nephew. I don't care how strained things are between Stanley and myself, or how close you and I are... He's my brother, and I'll always protect him, even if it's from you. Fiddleford: Do you think I would try to steal Tatum, Stanford?! *Pushes him away* Also, if you're going to threaten me, you could at least not be such a hypocrite. Stanford: How dare- Fiddleford: You say you care about Stanley? That you'd protect him? He's been homeless for over a decade! You SAW him get kicked out of home when he was still a minor! He escaped three different prisons, had extremely shady black-market top-surgery, chewed his way out of the trunk of a car, and gave birth by himself in an alleyway! He had walking pneumonia for nearly a year straight and almost died from it because he had to choose between himself and Tate over who needed treatment more!  But you didn't know any of that, did you? Because you don't talk to him or try to reach out. You still avoid him. You still treat him like he's your enemy. You're still resentful about that damn science project.  You don't know him or what he went through. You didn't even want him here, I called him up here so maybe somebody could set you straight!  Working with this portal, messing with these forces beyond comprehension and control- the only threat to Stan and our son is you! Ford: Get the hell out of my lab- and stay the hell away from my twin.

But this 'Mystery Trio'-esque era of their lives has a Bad End:

After Ford gets sucked into the portal the same way as he did in the original, Stanley decides to take over his identity; Fiddleford helps him with everything up until Stan fakes his own death.

As Tate's biological (other) father, and Stan having recently altered Tate's birth certificate to add Fiddleford, the boy is given to Fiddleford right away following Stan's 'death' and not put into foster care or an orphanage. This window of time is also when Fiddleford establishes the Society of The Blind Eye, but he chooses a leader after he founds it rather than leading it himself.

When Stan makes it clear he's going to dedicate himself to fixing the portal and bringing Ford back, Fiddleford makes a drastic decision. 

Knowing what the portal obsession did to Stanford, Fiddleford doesn't want Tate to be around if- no, when, the same thing happens to Stan. 

He uses the memory gun on Stan to make him forget about their son entirely. He does the same thing to Tate to make him forget about Stanley, legally changes his name to Tater McGucket, and takes him back to California with him.

He makes this decision because in this scenario he never used the memory gun on himself, so the memory of what's on the other side of the portal still haunts him, making him more desperate and callous, especially with a child involved.

It breaks his heart that he did this, but he doesn't want Tate to be dragged into Pines drama. He takes the boy home and tells his wife that he was conceived before they were together (looking at Tate's age, he was born at least a year before they started dating), and uses the news clipping about Stan's death to explain how he got custody without any trouble, and Emma-May adopts Tate. Tates memory gaps are excused by his young age, and the trauma of losing a parent at such a young age, so Fiddleford and Emma-May decide not to tell him about Stanley.

Stan forgets about both Tate and Fiddleford, but he has this deep sense of loss and betrayal that he can't place. He figures over the years that maybe it's just some of his feelings about Ford having gone through the portal...

Decades later, and after a divorce, Fiddleford moves back to Gravity Falls, bringing Tate with him so Tate can start his Bait and Tackle Shop somewhere quiet. Fiddleford is there to check up on the Society of the Blind Eye, and also to check on Stanley because he feels guilty about what he did. Although he knows that this is Stanley pretending to be Stanford, he says nothing to anybody about it, it's the least he could do.

When Stan see's Fiddleford again - he doesn't know why, because he's 'never met the guy', but just looking at his face pisses him off. And every time Stan see's Fiddleford from then on, whether its across the street or at the shops or what have you, he is openly hostile towards him even if he can't adequately explain why he feels this way about Fiddleford. Also strangely attracted to him, particularly his banjo playing, but its overshadowed by his hostility.

Stan meets Tate shortly after the Tate and Backles Bait and Tackle shop is opened... and he doesn't know why, but this young man he's never met makes him feel sad. But also... Relieved? Elated? Proud?? He comes by often, sometimes not even buying (or stealing) anything, he just chats with Tate (and Backle to a lesser degree).

Tate himself feels strangely fond of this frequent flier customer. Like he's met a dear old friend. He is awfully confused why Stan will sometimes call him 'Tatum', seemingly without noticing, and why he never feels like correcting him. 

Fiddleford knows why, because he never erased his own memory, and he feels so guilty. But it's been 30 years, he can't say anything without ruining his relationship with Tate (which became strained after the divorce, which in this timeline happened maybe around Tate's late teen/early adult years). 

One way that this whole thing can be revealed is when Dipper and Mabel deal with The Blind Eye society, they find two memory tubes, one labelled "Tatum S. Pines" and another labeled "Stan Pines" take it with them because it has their last name, and Grunkle Stans name, on them.

They play the one labeled Stan Pines at first, and realize it's Tates early childhood memories of Stan.

When they play the one labeled "Tatum S. Pines" they see it's all of Grunkle Stans memories of Tate, leading up to his confrontation with Fiddleford.

(MEMORY) Stan, backing up: Wait, what is that thing? Fiddleford, what are you doing with that?! Fiddleford, pointing the memory gun at him: I'm sorry Stan, I truly am. But I can't let you drag our son into this... I do care for you, and I wish things could have been different. But you're just like him!  **BLAST** (END OF MEMORY)

This horrifies them, and they have a real moral conundrum of if they tell Stan and Tate, or if they keep it to themselves to keep the peace. 

They deserve to know... but it'd be so painful. And this would take place before "The Tale of Two Stans" so they don't even know what Fiddleford was talking about to justify stealing Tate, or who 'him' is.

Eventually, it's Wendy and Soos who confront McGucket and tell him that he better be honest with Stan and Tate, or they're going to do it for him. That he's a selfish coward who ripped someone's young child from their arms.

Or, an alternative scenario; Fiddleford never stored those memories in the first place, or at least didn't store them with the Society of the Blind Eye, and it's Ford who brings this all up to Stan. Ford was already through the portal when Fiddleford decided that parental abduction was totally okay if there was amnesia involved.

Ford: Are these Tatum's children? *motioning to Dipper and Mabel*. Stan: They're Shermie's grandkids, and - who? Ford: ...Tatum? Tatum Stanford Pines? Your son. Stan: ...I don't- I don't have a son. *tears gathers in the corner of his eyes, but he either doesn't notice, or chooses to not react* And if I did, I wouldn't give him your name as a middle. Ford: Yes you do, and yes you did. You introduced us right before the portal incident. I even DNA-sequenced him to confirm that his other father was Fiddleford. Stan: WHAT? And- who?? Ford: Here, look *pulls up his DNA files from ones of his secret safes in the lab and shows it to Stanley, which not only has the DNA results but also pictures of Stanley, Fiddleford, and Tate from the time* Honestly Stanley, how could you forget a child you car-.

Ford realizes something is wrong when it's clear that Stanley is distressed, but also confused, like having a son is legitimately a surprise to him. He's so shocked he has to lie down for a bit. His eyes keep leaking tears but he doesn't know why 'Fords cruel and oddly elaborate joke' is making him so upset, because 'clearly it's not true'.

When Ford hears Fiddleford lives in Gravity Falls, he seeks him out and demands answers.

At first, Fiddleford tries to play it off like maybe Ford was remembering things wrong - but with enough pressure, and a ray gun pointed at his chest, Fiddleford finally comes clean. About what he did. Why he did it.

Ford is still angry at Stan for getting him trapped in the Nightmare Realm Multiverse for 30 years; and then stealing his name, identity, and house, but that's still his twin brother. And what Fiddleford did was to him was horrendous, especially after Stanford had already warned him years ago to not to hurt Stan or Tate. This was a crime against the whole Pines family. 

So Ford beats him up. No, he doesn't kill or maim him, but he beats the living dog shit out of him until Fiddleford promises the glass tubes of Stan and Tate's memories in exchange for mercy.

Mabel, Dipper (and Soos/Wendy) are clearly confused (because they wouldn't have seen the memories in the "The Hall of the Forgotten"). Although, this whole revelation does bring Dipper closer to Stan, because Dipper had no idea he wasn't the only transgender person in the family.

Ford shows these memories to Stan first, who is going through all kinds of emotions especially after getting Ford back and their bitter reunion. This allows Ford and Stan to somewhat reconcile early; just like how Ford lost 30 years of his life to the portal, Stanley lost 30 years with his own son because of his conviction to fix it.

Ford also has to physically stop Stan from hunting down and murdering Fiddleford (who Stan only knew as McGucket up to this point) with his bare hands. Reminding him that it's more important that he reaches out to Tate.

But Stan is conflicted. He wants to be Tate's dad again but... Tate is in his mid-thirties, he doesn't need him like he did when he was 5. And Tate already has two loving parents, both of which don't have an extensive criminal record, and who provided him with a stable home, which Stan never did because they were homeless the whole time.

Does he really want to uproot Tate's life and/or peace of mind with a revelation this big?  

This goes all the way to Weirdmageddon, where everyone gathers in the Mystery Shack for security; faced with a possible end of the world, Stan takes Tate to the side, dragging Fiddleford with them, and tells him the truth. Fiddleford confirms it all, ashamed and apologetic. Finally, they give Tate his memory tube, which he watches.

For a moment Stan and Fiddleford have a moment of solidarity; Stan can see that Fiddleford really did want to spare Tate from whatever unknown-at-the-time fate had befallen Stanford because of the portal.

Fiddleford finally faces his past mistakes, and apologizes for what he did. That what he did was wrong, and he can never make it up to them, but if they survive this maybe he could try to make things right.

This is their last family moment between the three of them pre memory-wipe.

The mind wipe thing still happens. Gravity Falls is saved. Mabel and Dipper manage to jog Stan's memory but there's no way to make him remember Tate - the glass memory tubes have already been used, and Stan didn't keep any photos from his homeless era because he couldn't afford it most of the time, and when he could he always managed to get kicked out of whatever state they were in before the photos were done developing.

Once again, Ford comes in clutch. Throughout his last journal, just like how he made entries about Fiddleford, he also made entries about Stan and Tate, including detailed sketches. How Tate liked to get into high places, exasperating Stanley who was afraid of heights. How Stan would take him to the woods to follow the creeks because Tate was intrigued by waterways. How Tate said so few words but Stan always seemed to know exactly what he wanted or needed at any given time. How Tate only liked eating the green M&M's but Stan was fine with it because he got to eat the rest. 

Now while Stan's heartwarming memories of his son come back, so does his desire to break Fiddlefords neck. 

Fiddleford still buys the Northwest Mansion and converts it to "McGucket's Hootenanny Hut", but because the Pines families are the heroes of Gravity Falls, they (Ford) manage to convince the local government to put Fiddleford on house arrest for an indeterminate amount of time as punishment for 30-something years of parental abduction and alienation (also the whole starting a Cult thing). Fiddleford accepts this, and Tate still lives with him.

Post memory-wipe Stan still reconciles with both of them, and his relationship with Fiddleford is... weird, but not entirely bad. It's like they're dating, but with a lot of emotional distance. Like, Stan still tells Ford he wants to murder him... but also tells him to never, ever, check their texting history. 

Stan still goes to sail the world with Ford on the Stan O'War II. They do invite Tate, who declines because "He'd rather just live the simple life in Gravity Falls, and not get involved in whatever supernatural gobbledygook his dad and uncle are sure to get into".

And Stan is so proud of him... because just like he said thirty years, there's nothing he wanted more for Tate than to live his life by his own terms. He video chat's with him as often as he does with Dipper and Mabel. 

Tate ends up keeping McGucket as his last name, but he changes his first and middle back to what it was originally.

And that's the end of this tale, thanks for sticking with me. Here's a passage where Ford teases Stan while they're on their sea adventure;

Ford: It was so sweet of you to give your son my name. Stan: Poindexter, I swear to Moses. Ford: Even after a decade apart. Admit it, you missed me so much. Stan: *rolls his eyes* Of course I did. Stan: Stan: But the real reason that's his middle name is because he was conceived at Stanford University. Ford: I- Ford: I really didn't want to know or think about that.

The End... Go home.

[abii-reb]

Kang Dae-ho

"Stay Behind Me" pt3

❥ summary: (THIS IS PART 3, READ PART 1 AND 2 IN MY PROFILE) where our ex-marine can't help but feel strangely attracted to the beautiful girl with blonde hair and cute freckles.

❥ word count: 3.1k

❥ warnings: fem!Reader, +18, minor dni, blow job (man!receiving), tit squeeze

❥ authors note: Hi! I'm Abi. This is my first time writing on Tumblr :) and my first language is not English, so if I misspelled anything please let me know!

That night, like every other, the silence was unsettling. Darkness enveloped the place, and the distant murmurs of the other players were the only thing breaking the stillness. Dae-ho woke up from a restless sleep, his stomach twisting from the nightmares that haunted him every time he closed his eyes.

He sat up, feeling the weight of his tired body, and walked toward the bathroom. Though fear constantly accompanied him, something felt different this time. What was happening to him? Why did he need her close? Maybe she was the only person who, when looking at him, didn’t see a monster. Maybe, for once, he could feel… alive. Not just a survivor, but someone capable of loving or being loved.

He returned to his bunk, his mind still unsettled. He didn’t expect to see her awake at that hour, but when he arrived at the dormitory, he saw her standing beside his bed. Her slender figure, wrapped in a blanket hanging from her hands like a small child, looked so vulnerable—so different from the girl he was used to seeing. Her eyes, slightly dull from exhaustion, met his with a softness he couldn’t ignore.

"Can I sleep with you?" she asked, her voice barely trembling. "I’m afraid someone might decide to start a midnight massacre."

Dae-ho let out a small laugh, though the situation was far from funny. It wasn’t the first time fear had taken hold of them in the darkness, but seeing her there, so unprotected, awakened his protective instinct with full force. He didn’t think twice—he simply lay down, making space for her beside him.

"Of course," he responded without hesitation, his tone soft but firm. "I’m not going to say no to that."

She climbed onto the bunk with slight clumsiness, as if unsure whether she was doing the right thing. She curled up close to him, and Dae-ho wrapped his arms around her, feeling her small body against his.

The scent of her hair, still fresh though slightly messy, filled his lungs, and for a moment, the memories of the past faded. The echoes of screams and orders that had haunted him for years went silent for a while, replaced by the soft sound of her breathing, deep and calm. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth she unknowingly provided.

She, in turn, felt completely safe in his arms. The fear that had gripped her all day disappeared the moment she felt him by her side. There was no need to say anything. She was okay. Everything was okay. Everything that had happened—all the deaths and the games that had consumed them—didn’t matter at that moment.

"Thank you," she whispered, as if she couldn’t stop being grateful for his presence.

Dae-ho didn’t respond immediately, but he let out a deep sigh, pulling her a little closer. He didn’t know if they would make it out of there, if they would survive, if fate would leave them alone, but for now, in that instant, all that mattered was that they were together.

(...)

Dae-ho woke up first, still feeling a warm, small presence curled up against his chest. Gently, he lowered his gaze to find her relaxed face, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she breathed evenly. He couldn’t help but think about how peaceful she looked, completely unaware of everything.

She started to stir. Her eyes slowly opened, and before she could even focus on him properly, she seemed to realize her morning appearance. Instinctively, she brought her hands to her face, covering it as if that could hide her completely.

"Don’t look…" she murmured, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Dae-ho raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction. He propped himself up on one elbow and, with no effort at all, gently pulled her hands away from her face, holding them between his own.

"Why are you hiding?" he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.

She tried to look away, but he didn’t let her.

"You still look just as beautiful as the first day," he said sincerely, his eyes tracing her features. His tone carried no teasing, no joke. It was simply a fact.

She felt her heart race at his words. She hadn’t expected him to remember that moment… much less mention it so naturally. Without knowing how to respond, she acted without thinking.

She leaned slightly toward him and, quickly, pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips.

The warmth of his lips barely registered before she pulled away immediately, her eyes wide with shock at what she had just done.

Dae-ho froze completely.

Feeling the heat rush to her ears, she clumsily scrambled out of bed and climbed down the bunk ladder with impressive speed. He didn’t even have time to react before he saw her disappear, running straight toward the women’s bathroom, where she locked herself without a second thought.

Dae-ho, still bewildered, brought a hand to his lips, where the ghost of her touch still burned.

(...)

For the rest of the morning, she avoided Dae-ho at all costs.

During breakfast, instead of sitting with the others, she chose to eat alone on her bunk, head down and tray resting on her lap. Every time Dae-ho tried to approach, she pretended to be too focused on her food or simply looked away.

The other group members noticed the tension in the air.

"And what’s up with your girlfriend now?" Jung-bae joked, chewing on a piece of bread.

Dae-ho shot him a glare.

"She’s not my girlfriend."

"But she looks at you like she is," Gi-hun added with a teasing smile.

Dae-ho sighed, running a hand over his neck as if trying to shake off the awkwardness.

"She kissed me," he admitted bluntly.

The other three men went silent for a second before Young-il let out a suppressed laugh.

"What?!"

"Yeah. This morning. She kissed me and then ran off like she’d committed a crime."

"Well, technically, it is," Jung-bae quipped. "In this place, having feelings for someone is a risk."

Dae-ho didn’t respond. He knew that all too well. But it was already too late.

"And what did you do?" Young-il asked.

The ex-marine shrugged.

"Nothing. I didn’t have time to react. By the time I realized what had happened, she was already running to the bathroom."

The other three exchanged looks before bursting into synchronized laughter.

"Poor girl, she must be dying of embarrassment," Gi-hun said.

"And you’re not helping by just sitting here instead of talking to her," Jung-bae pointed out.

Dae-ho frowned at them.

"And what do you expect me to do? Corner her and say, ‘Hey, about the kiss… no worries, okay? You can do it whenever you want’?"

"You could at least make her feel less awkward," Gi-hun said. "Clearly, she likes you, and if she keeps avoiding you, it’s going to be weird for everyone."

Dae-ho sighed again, setting his tray aside. He didn’t need them to tell him. He already knew he had to do something.

The hard part was figuring out the right way to do it.

(...)

The music echoed throughout the room with the rotating platform, a repetitive melody that had become unbearable for all the players. Around them, doors of different colors waited to be opened, but until a number was announced, no one could move. Several rounds had passed, ranging from easy numbers to form groups to smaller ones that made it more difficult.

She had returned to the group for the third game, but her attitude toward Dae-ho hadn’t changed. Though she was with them, she didn’t speak a word to him. She stayed close to Jun-hee, talking with her or pretending that Dae-ho’s presence beside her didn’t affect her in the slightest.

But of course, it did.

And he noticed.

What he didn’t notice—at least not immediately—was someone else watching her.

Thanos.

That bastard had gotten too close to Y/N, though keeping just far enough away for her not to notice. But Dae-ho did notice. And his jaw clenched at the sight.

The music stopped abruptly.

"Two" announced the voice over the speakers.

In the blink of an eye, Thanos lunged at Y/N, grabbing her wrist and pulling her forcefully toward one of the rooms.

"Come on, Y/N!" he said with a smile that was meant to be charming but only managed to churn her stomach.

She struggled, but her size and strength weren't enough.

Dae-ho reacted without thinking.

A precise punch, delivered with all his strength, landed on Thanos's face, sending them both straight to the ground.

"I warned you" Dae-ho growled, glaring at him with pure contempt. "If you touch her again, I won't show any mercy."

Y/N, still on the floor, looked up at him with wide eyes. The way he stood in front of her and how he protected her without hesitation made her chest feel strangely... warm.

But there was no time to stay there.

Without any effort, Dae-ho scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and sprinted toward one of the empty rooms. He crossed the door just before the timer hit zero, and it slammed shut behind them with a loud bang.

He set her down gently, but as soon as he did, all the anger, fear, and frustration he had been holding back exploded at once.

"Why have you been ignoring me all morning?" Dae-ho asked, his voice filled with emotions he couldn't even name.

Y/N bit her lip, lowering her gaze.

"because I was very embarrassed..." she admitted softly. "For kissing you like that... without thinking."

Dae-ho stared at her in disbelief.

"Embarrassed?"

She nodded, feeling even more foolish at hearing the disbelief in his tone.

He shook his head, stepping closer.

"You shouldn't have run away."

Y/N lifted her gaze just in time to see him move even closer, until their faces were dangerously near.

"Because the only thing I've wanted since I first saw you was for you to kiss me."

She barely had time to react before he closed the distance and kissed her.

This time, there was no embarrassment.

Their lips met with desperate intensity; after all, they had been waiting for this all along. She clung to his neck, losing herself in the friction of their bodies, while he held her by the waist, pulling her even closer-if that was even possible.

There was no one else in that moment.

Just the two of them.

And oh, they were going to enjoy it...

(+18)

The nearest wall witnessed absolutely everything. Dae-ho cornered her and let his hands run over her curves—respectfully—carefully. He really touched her as if she was going to break. As if she were just a porcelain doll in his hands.

"How much time do we have?" He parted slightly from her lips to speak and at the same time regain the air he was missing.

She looked over Dae-ho's shoulder and saw that the guards were just beginning to pick up the bodies from the ground, and this time there were many.

"Enough." She said while smiling with her breathing heavily.

Dae-ho didn't hesitate for a second and attacked her lips again with hunger, with desire, with something that not even he knew what it was, but he needed her right there.

His hands slipped under her clothes and he moved away from her lips only to look into her eyes, asking her permission to continue. Once he saw that she nodded her head quickly, he allowed himself to get to know her more. He unzipped her jacket and she did the same with his. A few seconds later both were already on the ground. They were definitely not necessary.

Dae-ho put his hands under her shirt and felt her hot skin calling out to him. It ran down her waist slowly as it climbed a little higher, reaching the sides of her breasts. His eyes again met hers, seeking approval.

"Just do it." She said, laughing with desperation in her tone.

He laughed lightly, but his attention was really elsewhere. He took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor along with the other clothes.

His sight unconsciously slowed down on her breasts, but out of mere respect he pretended not to have delighted you to attack his neck with wet kisses. His hands cradled both breasts carefully, giving them a small squeeze. They were big, they didn't fit into his hands, and that drove him crazy, he wanted to take her completely.

He left kisses and marks all over her neck while she just let out sighs with the occasional moan, running her nails down his neck and pulling slightly at the hair that fell from the back of his neck.

Y/N's bra ended up along with the rest of the clothes. Dae-ho began massaging one breast as he slowly lowered his kisses down to the other, running all over her warm skin and reaching her already prominent nipple, taking it in his mouth and biting it lightly. She no longer held back, she simply moaned without any shame.

He switched to the other breast while massaging the previous one, and a few seconds later it went back up to her neck, passing through her jaw and reaching her mouth again.

Their lips met again in despair and they both made sure that their bodies were completely together.

Dae-ho quickly pulled away to hear a loud groan from her. He looked at her confused and she, with her red cheeks, looked down. He followed her gaze and understood the reason for her sound.

He had felt a pressure in his pants but he didn't think it was so noticeable. Before he could say anything, she kissed him again, grabbing his neck with one hand and the other down from her chest to his stomach, and slowly moving closer down.

He shyly brushed the hem of Dae-ho's pants, feeling the heat his body emanated.

She lowered her hand further and ran the tip of his finger along the length of his cock that was already too marked through the fabric. Dae-ho stifled a moan shyly as he hid his face in her neck.

"I want to hear you... Don't hold back." She said as she ran her free hand through his hair, tugging slightly from time to time.

She took his cock completely. It was thick and quite long compared to the ones she had already —tasted.—

She began to use the palm of her hand to massage it from top to bottom, making a constant friction.

It was then that she felt the fabric get slightly moist that she realized that she could now go down.

Slowly she knelt in front of him, never taking her eyes off his eyes, tucking her hair behind her ears. Dae-ho noticed it and quickly untied the ponytail he had and used it to hold her hair in a messy bun that made her look sexier than she already was.

With just one look he understood her and began to pull down his pants along with his boxers. His cock, already completely hard, was present in front of her face, who did not take long to notice every vein, every mole he had.

She began by kissing Dae-ho's pelvis and then reached the base of his penis, looking up to delight in the expressions of pleasure he made.

She left kisses all the way, reaching the tip already moistened with pre-cum, which she did not hesitate to lick.

Y/N began to kiss the tip of the cock while slowly taking more and more in his mouth until he reached a point where he already had it completely inside him. That's when she began to move her head slowly from front to back, sucking faster and faster.

Dae-ho didn't care about anything anymore, he simply moaned while he held her hair, urging her to make her movements faster. He quickly moved his hips from front to back intensifying the blowjob, while her eyes became watery from the overwhelming sensation of having him completely in her mouth, without letting her breathe. Damn, she loved that feeling, it was something she could get used to.

She choked a few times but it was just a matter of pulling her mouth away from him, catching her breath while jerking him off with her hand and then spitting on the length of his cock and then taking it back completely with her mouth.

Dae-ho's hard penis began to tremble slightly as his muscles contracted, and in a guttural moan he snatched his cock out of her mouth and ended up on her face.

"Damn, I'm sorry. Come here." He said as he took her by the shoulders so that she would stand up and after pulling up his pants, he bent down to look for a disposable tissue that he had in his jacket, carefully cleaning any trace of his —you know— that had fallen on her delicate face.

She only laughed while her hand was attached to his wrist.

"Players, you can go out now." It was heard over the loudspeaker.

Dae-ho and Y/N looked at each other with a knowing smile as they both arranged their hair and clothes, returning to the painful reality they had managed to forget for a while.

[andysbong]

“ call her number , but she wont answer “

Dae-Ho x GN!Reader (established relationship)

Angst — TW - OD 

authors note : this is my first actual post on tumblr so im hoping it does good

Dae-Ho had just got out of the games, those dreaded games. He was so happy go finally get out, alive too. Finally getting to go home after those days almost weeks; making him feel paranoid and scared. Finally getting back home and getting his phone he checked his notifications;  200+ missed calls and messages combined. All from you. Nobody else, you. All wanting to know where he went; the voicemails begging him to come home, the misspelled texts evident of your anxiousness and lack of sleep. Running off of those damn pills you always took when you got anxious, making you stay up all night. You were always up for hours on hours. when you took them. Oh he hated it, always begging you to come back to bed. 

Dae-Ho searches your shared apartment for you, “Y/N? Baby?..” he asked around, looking in every nook and cranny. The closet, the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, anywhere and everywhere. Dae-Ho finally called you, going immediately to voicemail. “Fuck..” he muttered under his breath; you always picked up the phone, under any circumstance. Even if you were dying you would've picked up the phone.

You didn’t live directly with Dae-Ho, just most of the time. You had your own apartment about 2 hours away, which probably meant you were there..right?.. right?.. Letting out a sigh he looked around, getting some clothes and walking to the bathroom, stripping down. Turning the shower on, mostly hot but somewhat cold; the perfect temperature, what he thought was at least. 

Getting into the shower he closed the sliding glass door softly behind himself, standing there for a moment. Letting the water go down every curve of his body. Usually you were there, in the shower with him, washing each other off. Oh it felt so, so, so wrong not to have you there. Sure he had lovers before you, but they weren’t like you. You were his soulmate in his words.  He had always loved you, being childhood friends and all. 

Running soapy hands through his hair he lathered his dark hair with the shampoo, your shampoo. You two always shared everything. Clothes, food, calonge, perfume, whatever. It was everything you shared that built your bond as strong as it was. Rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and washing all the grime off of his body he turned the shower off. stepping out and grabbing a towel, drying his body off and drying his hair. Pulling his clothes on and walking out of the bathroom, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the bedroom, stopping and staring. You had always took photos in that mirror, putting a polaroid of the two of you in the corner. 

Dae-Ho stepped closer to the mirror, taking the polaroid in between his thumb and pointer finger, a soft, nostalgic smile on his face. He missed you, too damn bad. putting the polaroid in the pocket of his jeans he walked over to the living room, grabbing his phone and calling you again, “Answer..” he murmured, his voice strained with worry before going to voicemail — again. Sensing something was wrong he grabbed his jacket and put his phone in his pocket, grabbing his keys and going out, locking the apartment door behind himself. 

While getting in his car Dae-Ho got a notification, his eyes widened, hoping it was you. No. it was a scammer, not you. Sighing, tears coming to his eyes he turned the keys, starting the car and driving off. Driving those two hours to your apartment, stopping at a gas station to get you two a Monster. You always loved Monsters, Dae-Ho didn’t know what it was but you loved energy drinks. Paying and getting back in his car he desperately checked his phone again, nothing. Deciding he should call you again he did, sighing with sadness when it went to voicemail. 

“Hey babe.. im coming to your apartment.. seeing you weren’t at ours.. i hope everythings okay.. love you. see you soon.”

Driving off again he finally got to your house not long after. Getting out of the car he got the two Monsters, going up to your apartment and unlocking the door with the spare key. Walking inside, taking his shoes off by the door, quickly padding into the kitchen and setting the Monsters on the countertop. Looking around for you before finally walking over to your bedroom door, seeing it was closed he raised a brow. Knocking he the next words left his lips nervously, “Babe?.. you in there?..”

Opening the door he started talking, looking at the ground while he did so, “Sweetheart.. listen im sorry for leaving.. i just.. we needed the money and this guy-“ He cut himself off, seeing a dim light from the bathroom, “Y/N?” He asked, walking over, looking in before his jaw dropped. A body. Your body. Laying there lifeless with the medicine cabinet open, various pill bottles empty on the counter. You killed yourself. Worse. You overdosed. 

Tears prickling his eyes he scrambled, getting onto the floor and trying to shake you awake. Screaming your name, “Y/N! Y/N! BABY PLEASE!”  Tears streaming from his eyes he held your lifeless body close. His worst fear come to life. You, the long of his life, his partner, his fiance, was dead; and he felt like the cause.

[dead-minecraft-fandoms]

devour, your beauty, your terror

summary:

"I've got it!" the monster suddenly declares. "I know what to call you!"

"... what is it?" they ask cautiously.

"I will call you... EMF."

They stare at him. "...EMF?"

"Yes! Perfect name, isn't it?" he says proudly.

"Is... is there any meaning behind it, or is it just... the three letters?"

"Of course there's meaning — what do I look like, some idiot who can't string niceties together?"

They briefly glance at his bare feet, the dirt smudged in his clothes, the haggardness of his face and skin. They do not answer that.

"The letters do stand for something," he huffs. "Stands for 'Evbo's Mortal Friend.'"

— * —

A young noble goes into the woods four times. They leave only thrice.

———

warnings:

blood, light gore, cannibalism, murder (mostly at the end)

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hi hi hi. sniles. i had. ten days to write this for the parkor civilization fanclub server (YES IM MISSPELLING THAT ON PURPOSE) secret santa event and ended up churning out 9k somehow. im not. im not sure how i did that. whoops. happy holidays, mavbo monster au be upon ye 💥💥

[blitzwhore]

Tell me why I just spent an hour of my night imagining what would happen if, during the trial, it was revealed in front of all the Goetias that Blitz caused the fire, and Blitz was present, and he got really really triggered so he ran outside and Stolas followed him and found him cowering in a corner.

And then Stolas tried to touch Blitz, but Blitz hissed and hid his face, and so Stolas asked, “Darling, can I hold you? Let me hold you...” and very carefully rested his hands on Blitz before pulling him very close, at which point Blitz buried his face in Stolas' chest feathers because he couldn't bear the thought of Stolas seeing him break down like this, but he also agonizingly craved the the physical comfort.

And so Blitz just cried, and cried, and cried, feeling like he was about to die and he couldn't breathe past this and he was falling apart. And Stolas held him through it, not knowing what to do, just rocking him slowly and holding him tightly while Blitz sobbed and gasped for air, whispering over and over again, “I'm right here, I won't let go, I've got you, I'm not going anywhere.”

And eventually—after many minutes—Blitz's sobs died down, but he was still crying, just silently now, heavy tears rolling down his cheeks as he breathed Stolas in and tried to regain some semblance of control over his body. Still feeling terrified, still so, so scared that Stolas would let go of him and he would break.

Stolas didn't let go, though, and just kissed the top of his head over and over again, running his fingers up and down Blitz's back, trying desperately to comfort him. And eventually, Stolas said, “I didn't know... I had no idea...” not knowing how to finish those sentences. And, after hiccuping and fighting to catch his breath, Blitz mumbled “I—I—” but he couldn't form a single word without breaking down. So Stolas said, “It's okay, dearest. You don't have to talk about it,” but Blitz replied, “I-I want to, but I—I can't.”

And then Stolas said, “You could write it down... Would that help?” but Blitz just shook his head against his chest feathers, arguing that, “I would just m-misspell everything. I—give me a moment.” So Stolas did, holding him tight, not letting go, never letting go, and Blitz, after several seconds of trying to speak and failing, finally managed a muffled, “I was...” And then, after a few more moments, “I-I was in love with him.”

And Stolas didn't say anything—just let that information sink in heavily in his heart, that Blitz had been in love before, with someone else—and waited for Blitz to continue. “W-With Fizz. I was—I wanted to—t-to tell him. On his birthday. But I couldn't. I—” And Blitz sobbed again. “I chickened out, and pushed the guy carrying the cake, and the candles—they—”

And Stolas thought... Oh. The fire. That's how it started. His arms tightening around Blitz again, pulling him close as Blitz went on, “And Fizz was right by the fireworks when they went off and he—a-and—”

“Oh. Oh, Blitz,” Stolas rasped out, tears welling in his eyes as he took in the horror of what Blitz was describing, of causing such a horrible accident to happen. And Blitz hiccuped against his chest, his fingers digging into Stolas' sides as he held on to him with wild desperation, and said, “A-And my—my mom—” but couldn't continue, breaking down into sobs again as Stolas rocked him back and forth, back and forth, cheek pressed against Blitz's head, crying silently at the horror of what Blitz had been through. Whispering, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, darling.”

And Blitz clung to Stolas, feeling like he might die if Stolas let go now, feeling like even this much touch wasn't enough, like he needed to crawl inside Stolas' chest, needed to be held so fully and overwhelmingly in order to not feel like he would disintegrate at any second. But, at the same time, he felt completely unworthy of this; of Stolas. “I'm a monster,” he sobbed. And again, “I'm a monster.” And Stolas pulled him desperately closer, saying, “You are not a monster, Blitz. It was an accident. It was a tragedy, it was horrifying, but it wasn't your fault,” needing Blitz to believe it.

But Blitz couldn't, shaking his head, crying, hating himself. Hating the all-encompassing aching in his chest that made him feel like he might die from it.

“It wasn't your fault,” Stolas repeated. “I'm so sorry, Blitz. I'm so sorry this happened. I'm sorry I found out like this.” Cradling him back and forth, back and forth. “I'm sorry. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm here.”

And it was true, Blitz realized. Stolas still hadn't let go of him. His body started to believe it. He still wasn't ready to let go, though. But that was okay with Stolas, who wasn't going anywhere. No matter how long it took, he would stay with Blitz, and hold him through it.

... Aaaaand I had no idea how this mental scene played out after that so um. Bye!

[trekkie-polls]

Oh geez i re-did this poll because I misspelled colonialism in the first one, snd now this one has fascism misspelled and a word missing from the title 🙄 thank goodness tumblr is so nice about typos

[tellyfeeling]

Today, I made a this then-and-now drawing of Sebastian, and I had the idea of making a poem along with it, but then, out of nowhere, I got the motivation to add in the poem idea. Of course, I did make some modifications within the lines to add in the important details of his lore, plus there are a few misspellings in the image attached, but honestly, I’m pretty pleased with how it came out!

Now, with all of that out of the way, enjoy my poem “SUBMERGED”.

Transcript in case you can’t read my writing:

“Because of their evil deeds, they created the monster he was forced to be.”

“Forced to be submerged and caged, never to again see the light of day.”

“An innocent man accused of murder, who was thought to be deserving of his torture.”

“Forever in containment, an experiment,”

“Sebastian was forever in submerged imprisonment.”

[nerves-nebula]

tell me, why did i hand write most of this? i misspell things a lot and switch between caps and lowercase at random!!!! i wanted it to look hand written and but didn't like any of the fonts so i just MADE MORE WORK FOR MYSELF. sobBBBB

anyway i stayed up until 6 AM making this guide to my apocalypse monsters, because its SUMMER and i can sleep in as late as i want to. cameo of Pet before they met Ezra on the second page.

[teafangirl]

Assets and Angels

part three , all parts will be in my intro post

Summery: Soldat proves , that he’s on the side of good. Castiel and Jack get badass moments , Sam has a vision!

Warnings: talk of torture, Soldat remembering, mentions of greek mythology, violence, demons, i am thinking of adding light Destiel would u guys like to see that ?

A/N: i did the monsters powers correctly, the web said it could do all that Sam’s vision showed. hope you like some suspense! the pictures are from the web, i don’t own marvel or supernatural so all rights are reserved! also apologies for any misspellings ! i may have made Cas a bit OP but he’s a angel so i think he’s already pretty powerful plus i wanted to gibs him a badass scene !

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Chapter three: Fight and Flight

The men who had knocked Dean out started dragging him across the warehouse, on his back, that however didn't make the pain he was already feeling any better. The two men each held one of his arms. He was still bleeding from his nose and his rib was still likely broken. He was also sweaty the area was cold likely because of the demons, but Dean was a small bit worried about himself and the others.

“They said the Winchesters were fearless, powerful, well if that was true why hasn't this one killed us all yet!”

One of the men said to the other, as they laughed, however their laughing was cut short by a huge gust of wind that blew open the doors of the warehouse, all the lights crackled out. The other men in the warehouse pulled out their guns, aiming for the door. Tension and suspense flooded the area, another gust of wind broke all the Windows, the sound of two pairs of wings were heard outside the warehouse. Some of the men started to walk towards the door with their guns raised, they were clearly not expecting what happened next.

“David, get the prisoner out of here, wake him and interrogate him!”

David was one of the men holding Deans arms, Davids eyes went pitch black as he nodded to the human named Clark who had given the order… Soon their master would be free and release havoc, David ran faster, dragging Dean behind him, Deans hands were still tied but to a longer rope that David held so it was sorta like a leash that was not around Deans neck but his arms, and it was super tight. At the door of the warehouse, a figure flapped onto the ground, the men started shooting bullets. Bullets fired everywhere, but the figure didn't die. Soft looking black wings erupted from his back, it wore a trench coat and seemed to be very angry. His loud, powerful voice echoed throughout the area.

“Let Dean Winchester go! NOW!’

Castiel looked at the men, they didn't stop shooting. He could see Dean being dragged away, but he knew Jack had the back of the building under control. He stood there with his wings out, he knew once he showed them his true form they would all be done for. One of the men shopped shooting to Case's surprise, and he encouraged the others to stop as well.

“My name is Leo, you must be the Angel, Castiel right…well let's make a deal you tell us everything about Angels, and we let your friend go…hm”

Cas thought for a moment, then all the men saw was a blinding light, only a few demons managed to escape Castiels magic. There wasn't a huge number of man, so Cas figured this wasn't all the members of Hydra. Meanwhile, in the back of the building, David tied Dean to a nearby pole, it was a ways away from the warehouse. Dean had woken up by now. His body ached, as he came to, Dean could hear that something was going on at the front of the warehouse, he hoped it was Castiel or someone. He watched as David paced for a second before turning to him, Dean tried to work at the ropes, however he soon found that he had been stripped of any weapons that had probably happened when they first captured him. David pulled out a knife and knelt down to Deans level.

“So real quick, your going to tell me how to trap Angels then once we've captured your winged friend your going to sit nice and quietly while we torture you…so your precious Angel will obey.”

Dean could tell David was scared, scared of Cas who he guessed was here if this man was making such orders of hm.

“Go to hell, I've been there, trust me it's not some place you want to end up”

What was Dean thinking, angering the guy with the knife.

‘Maybe I'll just send you right back then…”

Deans breath hitched, but he didn't have long to think about the threat as David was blasted into the side of the warehouse his vessel was dead, the demon left before anyone noticed and just as Jack and his yellow eyes came into Deans view a sigh of relief ran through Deans body at the sight of the kid.

“Good timing Jack! Glad to see you”

Jack smiled then frowned as he ran over to Dean and gave him a once over.

“Your hurt, let me heal you!”

Dean nodded as Jack ran his hand just above Deans rips and his nose, as well as any other bruises he had. The light floated over Deans body, it felt refreshing. Once Jack was finished, he got Dean out of the ropes then healed his wrists.

‘So where's Cas?”

Cas who had known that Jack was getting Dean, had taken out the rest of the men and appeared behind Dean with a big smile of relief on his face.

“Dean! Your ok!”

Cas pulled Dean into a hug before he could say anything, and soon Jack had also joined the hug.

“Don't worry Cas I am ok!”

Cas smiled at Dean as Jack pulled out his buzzing phone. To see a message from Sam.

“Guys, I just got a message from Sam, the bunkers been compromised!”

—-----

Many moments earlier after Cas and Jack had left to get Dean.

Soldat set at the kitchen table, Sam had managed to get him to sit down and drink some water. So far Soldat was sitting with the glass in front of him but wasn't drinking. Sam was a little nervous, being alone in the bunker with an assassin that had tried to kill him and his elder brother. He tried to focus on the interaction earlier, the assassin had seemed so much calmer and had wanted to help find Dean. Cas had said they had made progress with the memory recovery and the man had remembered a name, “James”. Sam wanted to ask if it was the mans, but he was unsure if the sergeant would even talk to him. He and jack had been looking into War War 2 records to find information on Hydra or who the man could be. Sam took a deep breath and turned around to face the Assassin, he walked over and set down in the seat in front of the man.

“Maybe you should take the mask off, so you can drink the water?”

The assassin looked up at Sam, Soldat could tell Sam's question was a suggestion, not an order like he was so used to.

“I can get you some clothes to change into, they would probably be more comfortable than the attire your in now!”

There was still no answer from the Assassin, he just sat there. Still till his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something on his own without Cases help.

“Barnes”

That's all he said, Soldat went quiet after that. To Sam, he could tell that was likely a last name, so he pulled out his phone and quickly found the search engine and typed in “War War II James Barnes”.

Many articles came up after a bit of looking he found something that he thought might be helpful, then after a few more clicking he looked at Soldat.

“Dose the middle name Buchanan mean anything to you?”

Soldat thought about the question, he said the name over and over in his head, it felt familiar. He then put the three words in order in his mind, focusing on them, turning them around. Then he looked at Sam again. It was a lot easier to think now that Castiel had cleared him of the brainwashing.

` “My…. My… I'm James…..”

James said in a soft whisper, before Sam could help him figure out more, perhaps help him learn more about himself. The bunker door was heard opening, James instantly stood, Sam fallowed, and walked out of the kitchen however before he reached the hallway, he felt a certain metal hand wrap around his arm, it was cold, and the grip wasn’t too tight, but it was firm. Sam gave James a confused look, Sam was also a little nervous that the Assassin had grabbed him like this.

“Stay behind me, Sam, you have no reason to trust me, but I need you too for now”

The assassin's voice was pleading, not threatening, his voice was still deep, that was mainly because of the mask he still wore. Sam was unsure of the Assassin's intentions but decided to trust that he wouldn't betray him after what Cas and himself had done for the man. As soon as Soldat had heard the bunker door open, he knew it wasn't Sam's brother, Cas or the blonde boy, earlier he had heard their footsteps they were loud that was likely because they considered this pace there home. Soldat had seen the stairs that led from the entrance from the bunker if it was them they should be able to hear loud footsteps walking down the stairs or someone calling out to Sam, that didn't happen which set James on edge. When they had put him into the dungeon they hadn't taken any of his weapons, likely because Castiel was so sure James wouldn't hurt them, and that was true. With these people James felt free, more free than he had in a while, well since he died. Castiel had helped him, and he was grateful, so he figured in return he would make sure Deans' brother didn't die now. Soldat may not know himself but making Friends with the ones who seemed like they were trying to help seemed like a good place to start.

Soldat pulled out his gun, and rounded the corner Sam was close behind him, he didn't have a gun on him, likely for two reasons, he felt safest in this bunker and two Castiel had assured him James would not be a threat.

“Do you have a spare gun around here for yourself?”

He whispered softly enough that he knew the younger Winchester would hear.

“Yes, Dean has one under his pillow there's one under mine but Deans room might be easier to get too!’

Soldat nodded, then they continued down the hall being as stealthy as possible, just then a man in all back turned down the hallway they were in, however before anyone could react Soldat shot them.

“They probably didn't expect anyone to be home when they raided this place, they know we are here now so get to Deans room I will cover you”

James said, as he shot another man in an all black suit with a green emblem on his chest. Sam was really nervous now, how had they found this place, what were they looking for, just then a thought clicked into Sam's mind as some of the peaces floated together.

“Saving Dean was supposed to draw us all away from this place… maybe…maybe that's why Dean said not to track the phone, because…”

He's cut off by James rushing him down another of the bunkers hallways, and they end up in front of Deans room, Sam grabs the lock pick the stashed above the doors and starts picking the look until James decides that's a waste of time and rips the door open himself.

“Let's just hope your brother isn't dead by now…or worse!”

Sam grabbed the gun from where Dean hid it, but James words started the panic and worry within him, what if Cas and Jack didn't make it in time. But he pushed that thought down, Dean was strong yet a part of him felt like calling Crowley to make sure he wasn't somehow in hell or killing himself temporary to speak to a reaper he knew that could go south tho.

“Do you really think they would kill him?”

Why was he asking that to the man they had just saved and who had most likely been Hydras toy for years on end. Soldat seemed sympathetic Towards Sam, almost wishing the boy hadn't asked that question. He locked the door and walked over to Sam,

“If he's alive, he most likely wishes he was dead,”

Soldat didn't realize that just putting that thought in the room was a mistake, he did realize it when he saw Sam's face, it looked worried. He had no doubt the two powerful people would get to Dean, but he knew how Hydra was, he knew the kind of pain they could bring. He knew they could find a way to break the strongest. Sam was mad, he knew Jack and Cas could and would save Dean whatever it took, but he just couldn't help himself at the moment. Sam pulled out his phone and called someone, Soldat looked confused till a man appeared in front of him and Sam.

“Ok… I sent Jack a text that the bunkers comprised, oh and James meet Crowley, the king of hell.”

Soldat looked at the new man, he was dressed in a black suit his eyes turned red, James figured that met he was a demon that's what Sam had said they ment.

“Hello, mouse, and….who's this new friend of yours?”

James didn't say anything again, he just wondered why Sam had called him. He could hear footsteps coming towards the door, they were quiet, but Soldat knew them too well. There wasn't just one set however, they were being hunted, it was bad being off guard like this. He moved closer to the door, aiming his gun, which attracted the attention of both Sam and Crowley.

“Not a talker I see, mute much…”

The demon said and James didn't answer, just then the footsteps stopped, Sam look just as confused as himself they both looked at the demon in the room who just smiled a wicked smile that sent a shiver down James back like its voice did.

“Oh well… I must be off, I have work to do…there's some group of rouge demons who are stealing souls from hell for something….big”

Sam tried to tell him to hold up, as might have a conman enemy with us, but the demon disappeared. Sam opened the door to reveal the men were gone as we continued through the bunker careful in case Crowley left some behind, once we made it to the main room it was trashed, books everywhere. Some were open to pages about Angels, some of the books were gone completely and one was open on the table. While Sam took a full look around the place, I approached the book, my metal finger holding the page down as I looked at it. There was a photo of a large snake, with many heads, coming from water there was blood dripping from its mouths. Each mouth had razor sharp teeth, its eyes were toxic green. I looked down below the picture to the words and read the name of the creature, “Hydra” I looked up at Sam who came over to me upon seeing my expression. Mainly my eyes because I sill had the mask on. As soon as Sam saw the image, he froze and put his hands to his head.

It was like my mind was screaming, I knew this feeling, I hadn't had a vision in so long I forgot what it was like I collapsed in the chair James got for me, it was one of the comfy chairs which helped. Next thing I knew I was in a clearing, in a forest, I heard shooting, turned to see James welding a gun and firing at something. However, his cloths were different he had no mask no straight jacket type get up he wore a red Henley and blue jeans his face had a slight stubble, but it was more than Deans or Cases. I looked at what he was shooting at and stepped back. It was a huge pool of swelling green water and coming out of it was a huge ass snake, it looked huge. Its skin was limey green sleek, looked thick, as my eyes floated upwards I saw it had many heads each one had rows of teeth, some had broken rooting chains around their necks, the eyes were piercing green, one of the heads looked upwards, and green acid looking fire flew out of its mouth and once I tuned to see what it was firing at my breath hitched as I saw it was flying towards Dean who was shooting the creature as well.

“…NO”

I heard someone shout, and turned to see James. Who to my surprise pushed my brother out of the way thus sacrificing himself, we apparently would get that close to the man I guessed, but this told me Cas was right he was on our side. I heard another shout behind me and tuned to see Jack blasting the beast with a few Angels with him, I guessed that was Amaras way of helping, or maybe she was doing more, but my vision had other things to show me. One of the beast's eyes got burned out next I supposed that was Case's work it looked like team free will was wining, but then I looked at Cas he looked drained, there were cuts on him that didn't look healed or like his grace was healing them, his wings looked torn up. I wondered why, I watched one head get cut off by an Angel, but then two heads grew in its place, and one just happened to open its mouth letting out its breath wich I guess was toxic because several Angeles vessels looked dead, to my horror so did Jacks body he looked pale dead, like he was in an inch of dying.

“Dean…”

This time it was Cas who screamed and ran, catching Dean in his arms, apparently when the head got cut off its blood got everywhere including in a cut Dean had on his arm, I guessed the blood was deadly too. The last thing my vision showed me was a blast from the best headed right for me, Cas and Dean. I woke up back in the bunker in the comfy chair as I came to, I could faintly hear James calling my name as I regained my awareness I saw that he was indeed siting beside me one hand on mine as if making sure I still had a pulse.

“We have to get to the others Now!

I was able to say I stood up and grabbed the book that was open to the page about the monster, and Soldat fallowed me out the door. I guessed Crowley decided to do us a favor because the Impala back at the bunker James insisted on checking it for devices or anything when he found non, I got in the driver's seat and James set in the passenger seat and with just silence hanging between us I started the car and started driving

🌹To be continued!….

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List of Mythic Creatures

Q: WHAT IS THIS??!

A: This is an alphabetically sorted list of all mythic creatures I could find on Wikipedia. The names are (mostly) identical to the name that will bring up the wiki page.*

Q: All mythic creatures on wikipedia???

A: There are a few omissions: I found there were too many lake monsters so those I didn't exhaustively include. Wikipedia has a lot more information about Greek individual figures than individual figures from other cultures (like Achilles or Glauce or Dioxippe or Ajax) and when those figures are members of a mythic group (amazons, nymphs, etc.) I included them in this list, but the list may skew in favour of Greek mythic women with fewer male figures. Also I have included some gods, goddesses and non-binary deities but just like with the lake monsters, did not include most of the Wiki pages on godheads of the world. But the list should be fairly exhaustive when it comes to heavenly beings (elves of alfheim, gandharvas, horae and so on) who serve the gods in their divine abodes.

Q: Why are hobbits on the list? Tolkien made those up, right?

A: Well technically there are lists of creatures from folklore and one of those lists, which Tolkien came across, lists hobbits. It doesn't explain what hobbits are and they aren't documented anywhere else, but that may be the origin of the word hobbit.

Q: Why are some of these not actual creatures?

A: folktales that make mention of unique mythic creatures have been included. For example "The Red Ettin" is a English folktale that features herds of two-headed bulls and cows. In other cases, Wikipedia has pages like "Aboriginal Australian Creatures" or "Abenaki & Mi'kmaq beings" which are worth looking at because they provide more mythic creatures that don't have individual pages.

Q: Why are some entries styled "Savanello - Salvanello" or "Dwarf - Dwarves"

A: one of the terms is the singular and the other the plural. The list is a bit peculiar, sorry.

Q: How would you recommend this list is used?

A: You can use it any way you like, just keep in mind that some beings on this list are sacred and ideally try to be culturally sensitive about that. For example, some Ojibwe people are not exactly happy that one of their unnameable spirits has been publicly named, misspelled, attached to anti-Native stereotypes (see also here) and then completely misrepresented and trivialized as a horror monster in pop culture and so the "wendigo" comes with all that baggage, as do many other creatures on this list.

Usually if a creature is from a Neolithic / Bronze Age / Iron Age culture like Egypt or North & South Mesopotamia (Akkadian, Assyrian & Sumerian, Babylonian) there is no one who is going to raise valid ethical concerns around the use of your creature.

Similarly, if something is a generic fantasyland creature (elf, dwarf, dragon, ghost, giant, mermaid etc.) or from Greek and Roman sources (sirens, minotaurs, catoblepas) or medieval bestiaries (hydrus, iaculus) you can flesh those out with more research, but I don't think you will run into ethical problems.

But with a lot of other creatures, outreach to that community has value, because otherwise its not just a fantasy work being authored, but also some serious inter-cultural tensions. Stephenie Meyer, who decided to add Qileute shapeshifters into Twilight but never consulted Qileute and doesn't support their community in any way, is a example. There is no need to follow it.

By Region & Culture

Part 1: Indigenous Australians & Indigenous America

Part 2: Settler Colonies & Diasporas of Australia & Americas

Part 3: Europe (Basque, Rome, Viking, Great Britain)

Part 4: Greek

Part 5: East Europe, Northwest Asia

Part 6: Medieval Europe (plus Renaissance)

Part 7: Orthodox Religions (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Zoroastrianism, Gnosticism, Demon Summoning Books, etc.)

Part 8: Asia and South Pacific

Part 9: Africa

Part 10: Other

Creatures sorted by Type

Letter A

Letters B to Z are in the works.

THE LIST:

This wiki page mentions "a horde of tiny creatures the size of frogs that had spines" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_monster;

9 Mothers of Heimdallr;

Á Bao A Qu; A Hut on Chicken Legs; Aamon; Aana Marutha; Aani; Aatxe; Aayaase; Abaahy; Abaasy; Ababil; Ababinili; Abada; Äbädä; Abaddon; Abaia; Abarimon; Abarta; Abasy; Abath; Abcán; Abchanchu; Abenaki & Mi'kmaq beings; Abere; Abezethibou; Ba (personality); Baak; Baal Berith; Baba Yaga; Babay; Babi ngepet; Babys (a satyr's brother); Bacchae; Bacchantes; Baccoo; Badalisc; Badb; Bael; Bagany; Bahamut; Bahkauv; Bai Baianai; Bai Lung Ma; Bai Suzhen; Bai Ze; Bakasura; Bake-danuki; Bake-kujira; Bakemono; Bakeneko; Bakezōri; Baku; Bakunawa; Bakwas; Balaur; Bal-Bal; Baldanders; Ball-tailed cat; Baloma; Balor; Baloz; Bánánach; Banchō; Bannik; Banshee; Banyoles monster; Bao Si; Baobhan Sith; Baphomet; Bar Juchne; Bar yokni; Barabao; Barbarika; Barbatos; Bardha; Barghest; Barmanou; Barnacle Goose; Barometz; Barong; Barstuk; Barstukken; Baš Čelik; Basa-Andrée; Basadone; Basajaun; Basa-Juan; Basan; Bashe; Basilisco Chilote; Basilisk; Bašmu; Basnak Dau; Basty; Bathin; Batibat; Batraz; Baubo; Bauchan; Bauk; Baykok; Beaman Monster; Bean-nighe; Beansìth; Bear Lake Monster; Bearers of the Throne; Beast of Beinn a' Bheithir; Beast of Bladenboro; Beast of Busco; Beast of Dean; Beast of Gévaudan; Bebryces; Bedivere; Beelzebub; Beerwolf; Befana; Behemoth; Beings of Irkalla or Kur; Beithir; Beleth; Belial; Bell Witch; Belled buzzard; Belphegor; Belsnickel; Bendith y Mamau; Bengali myths; Bennu; Ben-Varrey; Benzaiten; Berbalang; Berberoka; Bergmanli; Bergmönch; Bergsrå; Bernardo Carpio; Berserker; Bessie; Bestial Beast; Betobeto-san; Betram de Shotts; Bhagadatta; Bhargava; Bhoma; Bhoota; Bhramari; Bhringi; Bi Fang bird; Biasd Bheulach; Bichura; Bicorn; Bieresel; Bies; Bifrons (demon); Big Ghoul (dragon); Bigfoot; Bilbze; Billy Blind; Bilwiss; Binbōgami; Binidica; Biróg; Biscione; Bishop Fish; Bisterne Dragon; Biwa-bokuboku; Bixi; Black Annis; Black Arab; Black Dog; Black Dwarfs; Black Hound; Black Panther; Black Shuck; Black Tortoise; Blafard; Blanquettes; Błędnica; Blemmyes; Blodeuwedd; Bloody Bones; Bloody Caps; Bloody Mary; Blud; Błudnik; Blue Ben; Blue Lady of Verdala Palace; Blue Men of the Minch; Blue Star Kachina; Bluecap; Blunderbore; Bobak; Böcke; Bockschitt; Bodach na Croibhe Moire; Bodach; Bodachan Sabhaill; Bogeyman; Boggart; Bogle; Böhlers-Männchen; Boiuna; Bonnacon; Bonnes Dames; Boo hag; Boobrie; Borda; Born Noz; Boroboroton; Boruta; Botis; Boto; Boto_and_Dolphin_Spirits; Bottom (Moerae); Boudiguets; Bøyg; Božalość; Božić; Brag; Bragmanni; Brahmahatya; Brahmarākṣasaḥ; Bramrachokh; Bran and Sceólang; Brazen Head; Bregostani; Bregosténe; Bremusa; Brendan the Navigator; Brenin Llwyd; Br'er Rabbit; Bres; British Wild Cats; Broichan; Brokkr; Brosno dragon; Brown Man of the Muirs; Brown Mountain Lights; Browney; Brownie - Brownies; Broxa; Bruja; Brunnmigi; Bubak; Bucca; Bucentaur; Buckriders; Buda; Buer; Buffardello; Bugbear; Buggane; Bugul Noz; Bukavac; Bukit Timah Monkey Man; Bulgae; Bull of Heaven; Bumba Meu Boi; Bune; Bungisngis; Bunyip; Bunzi; Buraq; Burrokeet; Burryman; Buru; Busaw; Buschgrossmutter; Buschweibchen; Bushyasta; Buso; Busós; Butatsch Cun Ilgs; Butter Sprite; Butzemann; Butzen; Buwch Frech; Bwbach; Bwciod; Byangoma; Byōbunozoki; Bysen;

C' Horriquets; Caballo marino chilote; Caballucos del Diablu; Cabeiri; Caca; Caccavecchia; Cacodaemon; Cactus cat; Cacus; Cadborosaurus; Cadejo; Caelia; Caeneus; Cailleach; Caim (demon); Cain bairns; Caipora; Cakrasaṃvara Tantra; Caladrius; Calafia; Calcatràpole; Caleuche; Calingae; Callicantzaroi; Calliste; Callithyia of Argos; Calydonian Boar; Calygreyhound; Camahueto; Camazotz; Cambion; Camilla; Campe; Cancer; Candelas; Cangjie; Čanotila; Căpcăun; Capelobo; Capkin; Carbuncle; Careto; Carikines; Carman; Carranco; Cas Corach; Catalan Creatures; Catez; Cath Palug; Cathbad; Catoblepas; Cat-sìth; Cattle of Helios; Cauchemar; Caucones; Cauld Lad of Hylton; Caveman; Ceasg; Ceffyl Dŵr; Celaeno; Centaur - Centaurs; Centaur_Early Art; Centaurides; Cerastes; Cerberus; Cercopes; Ceryneian Hind; Cethlenn; Ceto; Cetus; Ceuthonymus; Cha kla; Chai nenesi; Chakora; Chakwaina; Chalkydri; Chalybes; Champ; Chamrosh; Chana and Munda; Chaná myths; Chaneque; Chang; Changeling; Changelings Chervan; Čhápa; Charun; Charybdis; Chasca; Chaturbhuja; Chaveyo; Chedipe; Chemosh; Chenoo; Chepi; Chernava; Cherubim; Cherufe; Chesma iyesi; Chessie; Cheval Gauvin; Cheval Mallet; Chèvres Dansantes; Chi; Chichevache; Chickcharney; Chidambara Rahasiyam; Chilote Creatures; Chilseok; Chimera; Chimimōryō; Chimke; Chinas; Chindi; Chinese guardian lions; Chinese Monkey Creatures; Chinese serpent killed by Li Ji; Chinese Souls; Chir Batti; Chiron; Chitrāngada; Chiwen; Chiyou; Chōchinbi; Chōchin'obake; Choctaw myths; Chol; Chonchon; Choronzon (demon); Chort; Christchurch Dragon; Chromandi; Chronicon; Chrügeli; Chrysanthis; Chrysaor; Chrysopeleia; Chullachaki; Chullachaqui; Chupacabra; Church grim; Churel; Churn Milk Peg; Chut; Chyavana; Cichol Gricenchos; Ciguapa; Cihuateteo; Cikavac; Cimbrian seeresses; Cinciut; Cinnamologus; Cipactli; Cipitio; Cirein-cròin; Cissus; City God; Clíodhna; Clonie (Amazon); Clotho; Clurican; Coblynau; Cocadrìlle; Cock Lane Ghost; Cockatrice; Coco; Cocollona; Cofgod; Coi-coi vilu; Cola Pesce; Colbrand (giant); Colo Colo; Colombian Creatures; Colossus; Colt pixie; Comte Arnau; Conand; Çor; Coribantes; Corics; Cormoran (giant); Cornandonet Dû; Cornflower Wraith; Corrandonnets; Corriquets; Corson (demon); Corus; Corybantes; Courètes; Coyote_Native; Coyote_Navajo; Creatures from Vetala Tales; Creatures of Azerbaijan; Cressie; Cretan Bull_minotaur's sire; Creusa; Crinaeae; Crions; Crocotta; Crom Cruach; Crommyonian Sow; Cryptid whale; Cryptid; Cuegle; Cuélebre; Cula; Culards; Čuma; Cupid; Curetes; Curupira; Cù-sìth; Cŵn Annwn; Cyborg; Cychreides; Cyclops; Cyhyraeth; Cyllarus; Cymidei Cymeinfoll; Cynocephali; Cythraul;

Daayan; Dab; Dactyls; Daemon; Daeva; Dagon; Dagr; Dahu; Dahut; Daidarabotchi; Daikokuten; Daimon; Daitya; Daji; Dajjal; Dakhanavar; Ḍākinī; Daksha yajna; Daksha; Dalaketnon; Dalhan; Damasen; Damballa; Dames Blanches; Dames Vertes; Danava; Dandan; Dando's Dogs; Daniel (angel); Danzaburou-danuki; Daoine Sidhe; Daphnaie; Dark Watchers; Darrhon; Daruka; Datsue-ba; Dawon; Day of the Dead; Dead Sea Apes; Death; Ded Moroz; Deer Lady; Deer Woman; Deianeira; Deildegast; Deity; Delphyne; Dema deity; Demigod; Demogorgon; Demoiselles Blanches; Demon - Demons; Demon (list); Demon Cat; Demons (Ars Goetia) (List); Demons (Christianity and sex); Demons in Mandaeism; Demons of the Dictionnaire Infernal; Dēnglung; Derimacheia; Derinoe; Despoina_Goddess; Destroying Angel; Dev; Deva people; Devak; Devapi; Devas; Devatas; Devil Bird; Devil Boruta; Devil; Dewey Lake Monster; Dhampir; Dharanendra; Di Penates; Di sma undar jordi; Dialen; Dies feminae; Dilung; Dimonis-Boyets; Dingonek; Dioxippe; Dip; Dipsa; Dirawong; Disir; Diting; Div; Div-e Sepid; Dive Ženy; Dive; Djadadjii; Djall; Djieien; Dobhar-chú; Dobrynyna Nikitich; Dodomeki; Dogs in Chinese mythology; Dokkaebi bangmangi; Dokkaebi; Dökkálfar; Doliones; Dolphin; Domovoi; Donamula; Doñas de fuera; Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy; Donn Cúailnge; Doppelgänger; Dormarch; Dōsojin; Double-headed serpent; Douen; Dǒumǔ; Dover Demon; Drac; Draconcopedes; Dragon of Beowulf; Dragon of Mordiford; Dragon of the North; Dragon turtle; Dragon; Dragons of St. Leonard's forest; Dragon's Teeth; Drakaina; Drake; Drangue; Drapé; Draugr; Drekavac; Drioma; Drop Bear; Droug-Speret; Drude; Drummer of Tedworth; Druon Antigoon; Dryad; Duende; Dulagal; Dullahan; Dumah; Dun Cow; Dungavenhooter; Dunnie; Dunters; Duppy; Durgamasura; Durukti; Dusios; Dvalinn; Dvarapala; Dvipa; Dvorovoy; Dwarf - Dwarfs, Dwarves; Dybbuk; Dysnomia; Dzedka; Dziwożona; Dzoavits; Dzunuḵ̓wa;

Each-uisge; Eagles in Myth; Easter Bilby; Easter Bunny; Eate (Basque god); Ebajalg; Ebu gogo; Echeneis; Echidna; Echtra; Éclaireux; Edimmu; Egbere; Egg Ghost; Egoi; Ehon Hyaku Monogatari; Eidolon; Eikþyrnir; Eingana; Einherjar; Eisenhütel; Eisheth Zenumin; Ekek; Ekerken; Eki (Basque goddess); Ekke Nekkepenn; Ekpo Nka-Owo; El Hombre Caimán; El Naddaha; El Sombrerón; El Tío; Elate; Elatha; Elbow witches; Elder Fathers; Elder Mother; Elegast; Eleionomae; Elemental; Elf - Elfs, Elves; Elf Fire; Elf King's Tune; Elflebceuf; Elfor; Elioud; Ellefolk; Ellemen; Ellén Trechend; Ellert and Brammert (giants); Elli; Ellylldan; Ellyllon; Eloko - Biloko; Elwetritsch; Emere; Emishi; Emmet; Emperor Norton; Empusa; En_Albanian_Deity; Enbarr; Enceladus; Enchanted Moura; Endill; Enenra; Enfield Monster; Enfield; Engkanto; English Fairies; Engue; Enorches; Eoteto; Epiales; Epimeliad; Epiphron; Erchitu; Erdbibberli; Erdhenne; Erdluitle; Erdmännchen; Erdweibchen; Ergene iyesi; Eriboea; Erinyes; Erkenek; Erlking; Erotes; Erymanthian boar; Estonian Creatures; Estries; Ethiopian pegasus; Ethiopian superstition; Ethniu; Etiäinen; Ettin; Euryale; Eurybius; Eurymedon; Eurynome; Eurynomos; Eurypyle; Euxantius; Ev iyesi; Evandre; Ewiger Jäger; Exoticas;

Fachan; Fadas; Fadhas; Fáfnir; Fäies; Failinis; Fainen; Fair Family; Fair Folk; Fair Janet; Fairy - Fairies; Fairy Queen; Fairy story (Northumbria); Falak; Fallen Angel (Book of Enoch); Fallen Angel; Familiar; Fangfeng; Fänggen; Fangxiangshi; Farfadet - Farfadets; Farfarelli; Farisees; Farises; Fasolt; Fastachee; Fata Acquilina; Fata Alcina; Fata Culina; Fata Morgana; Fata Sibiana; Fate Marine; Fates; Father Frost; Fatia; Fatuae; Faun, Faunus - Faunae, Fauni; Faustulus; Fayettes; Fayules; Fear Doirich; Fear gorta; Feathag; Feathered Serpent; Fée de Vertiges; Feeorin; Fées; Féetauds; Feilian; Feilung; Feldgeister; Fenetten; Feng; Fènghuáng; Fengli; Fenodyree; Fenrir; Ferragut; Fetch; Feuermann; Fext; Fiery Flying Serpent; Fiery serpents; Fin; Finfolk; Finvarra; Finzweiberl; Fioles; Fionn mac Cumhaill; Fionnuala; Fions; Fir Bolg; Fir Darrig; Firebird; Fire-Drakes; Firefox; Fish-man of Lierganes; Fjölvar; Fjörgyn and Fjörgynn; Flaming Teeth; Flathead Lake Monster; Flatwoods Monster; Flower Fairies; Flying Africans; Flying Head; Flying Horse of Gansu; Fog Mannikins; Folaton; Folgie; Folklore of the Maldives; Folktales of Mexico; Follet; Folletti; Fomorian; Foras; Forest Bull; Forest Fathers; Forgetful Folk; Forneus (demon); Fort Manoel Ghost; Foryna; Fossegrim; Fouke Monster; Fouletot; Foulta; Fountain Women; Four Perils; Fox Spirit; Frairies; Fratuzzo; Frau Ellhorn; Frau Holle; Frau Holunder; Fraus; Fravashi; French Mythic Creatures and Saints; Freybug; Frohn; Frost Giant; Fuath; Fuddittu; Fuglietti; Fujettu; Fūjin; Fulad-zereh; Funayūrei; Fuochi Fatui; Furaribi; Fur-bearing trout; Furcas (demon); Furfur (demon); Furutsubaki-no-rei; Fury; Futakuchi-onna; Füttermännchen; Fuxi; Fuzanglung; Fuzhu; Fylgiar;

Gaap; Gaasyendietha; Gabija; Gādhi; Gaf; Ga-gorib; Gagoze; Gaizkiñ; Gaja; Gajamina; Gajasimha; Galatea; Gale; Galehaut; Galgemännlein; Gallinipper; Gamayun; Gambara; Gamigin; Gaṇa; Gancanagh; Gandaberunda; Gandharva; Gangcheori; Gangr; Ganna; Gaoh; Gaokerena; Garb mac Stairn; Gargarians; Gargoyle; Garkain; Garmr; Garuda; Gashadokuro; Gasin (house god); Gatipedro; Gaueko; Gavaevodata; Gayant; Gazeka; Gazu Hyakki Yagyō; Gegenees; Gelin; Gello; Gemory; Genius loci; Genius; Gerana; Germakochi; German; Geryon; Ghaddar; Ghillie Dhu; Ghosayatra Parva; Ghost; Ghostly Rider; Ghosts in Chinese culture; Ghosts in Mesopotamian culture; Ghoul; Giane; Giant Water Lily Legend; Giant; Gigantes; Gigelorum; Gillygaloo; Girimekhala; Girt Dog of Ennerdale; Giu; Gjenganger; Glaistig; Glas Gaibhnenn; Glashan; Glashtyn; Glatisant; Glauce; Glawackus; Glenr; Globster; Gloucester sea serpent; Glucksmännchen; Gnome; Go I know not whither and fetch I know not what; Goblin - Goblins; Goblin-Groom; Gochihr; Gog and Magog; Gogmagog; Gohō dōji; Gold Duck; Gold-digging ant; Golden Bear; Golden Goose; Goldenhorn; Golem; Gommes; Gomukha; Gonakadet; Gonggong; Good Folk; Good Neighbors from the Sunset Land; Goodfellows; Goofus Bird; Goram and Vincent (giants); Gorgades; Gorgon - Gorgons; Gorgophone; Gormshuil Mhòr na Maighe; Goryō; Gotwergi; Graeae; Grahana; Grand Grimoire; Grandinili; Graoully; Gration; Green Man; Gremlin; Grendel; Grendel's Mother; Grey Alien; Grey Man; Gríðr; Griffon; Grigori; Grigs; Grimalkin; Grindylow; Groac'h Vor; Groac'h; Grootslang; Grýla and Leppalúði; Guahaioque; Guajona; Gualicho; Guang yi ji; Guardian Angel; Guayota; Gudrun; Guerrionets; Guhyaka; Guivre; Gulon; Gumberoo; Gunungsin; Gurangatch; Guriuz; Gurumāpā; Gusainji Maharaj; Gütel; Guter Johann; Gwagged Annwn; Gwarchells; Gwaryn-a-Throt; Gwazig-Gan; Gwisin; Gwragedd Annwn; Gwrgi Garwlwyd; Gwyllgi; Gwyllion; Gwyn ap Nudd; Gyalpo spirits; Gytrash;

Haaf-Fish; Haagenti; Haakapainiži; Habetrot; Hábrók; Hadas; Hadhayosh; Haesindang Park; Hafgufa; Hag and Mag; Hagoromo (swan maiden play); Hags; Hāhau-whenua; Haietlik; Hainuwele; Hairen; Haizum; Häkelmänner; Hakenmann; Hākuturi; Hakuzōsu; Halahala; Half-elf; Haliurunas; Halizones; Halphas (demon); Haltija; Ham; Hamadryad; Hamingja; Hammaspeikko; Hamsa; Hanako-san; Hanau epe; Hanbi; Hanitu; Hannya; Hans von Trotha; Hantu Air; Hantu Bongkok; Hantu Raya; Hantu Tinggi; Hantu; Haoma; Haosi Namoinu; Härdmandlene; Hare of Inaba; Harionagu; Harpy; Haryashvas and Shabalashvas; Hashihime; Hassan of Basra; Hati Hróðvitnisson; Hatif; Hatsadiling; Hatuibwari; Haugbui; Hausbock; Havfrue; Havmand; Hawakai; Hayagriva; Hayk; Haymon (giant); Hayyot; Headless Horseman; Headless Mule; Hecatoncheires; Ḫedammu; Heerwische; He-He Er Xian; Heidenmanndli; Heidenweibchen; Heikegani; Heikki Lunta; Heimchen; Heinrich von Winkelried; Heinzelmann; Heinzelmännchen; Heinzlin; Hejkadlo; Helhest; Hell Courtesan; Hellhound; Hellmouth; Helloi; Hellusians; Hemā; Hemann; He-Mann; He-Männer; Hemaraj; Hé-no; Henwen; Hercinia; Herdweibchen; Herensuge; Hermaphroditus; Herne the Hunter; Heruka; Hervör alvitr; Hesperides; Hevajra; Hey-Hey Men; Heyoka; Hibagon; Hidden Folk; Hidebehind; Hiderigami; Hidimba; Hieracosphinx; Hiisi; Hildr; Hillbilly Beast of Kentucky; Hille Bingels; Hillmen; Himiko; Hine-nui-te-pō; Hingchabi; Hinn; Hinzelmann; Hippalectryon; Hippe; Hippocampus; Hippogriff; Hippolyta; Hippopodes; Hira; Hiranyakashipu; Hiranyaksha; Hircocervus; Hitodama; Hito-gitsune; Hitotsume-kozō; Hitotsume-nyūdō; Hitte-Hatte; Hittite Goddesses of Fate; Hlaðguðr svanhvít; Hljod; Hlökk; Hồ ly tinh; Hob; Hob-and-his-Lanthorn; Hobbididance; Hobbit; Hob-Gob; Hobgoblin - Hobgoblins; Hob-Thrush Hob; Hodag; Hödekin; Hoihoimann; Holawaka; Holly King and Oak King; Homados; Hombre Gato; Home dels nassos; Homme de Bouc; Hommes Cornus; Homunculus - Homunculi; Honduran Creatures; Hone-onna; Honey Island Swamp Monster; Hong; Hongatar; Hooded Spirits; Hoop Snake; Hooters; Hopfenhütel; Horae; Horned Serpent; Hortdan; Hotoke; Houggä-Ma; Houles fairies; Houpoux; Houri; Hòutǔ; Hoyau; Hræsvelgr; Hrímgerðr; Hrímgrímnir; Hroðr; Hrymr; Hsigo; Hú; Hüamann; Huay Chivo; Huckepoten; Hudson River Monster; Hufaidh; Hugag; Hulde Folk; Hulder; Huldre Folk; Huldufólk; Hulte; Huma bird; Humbaba; Humli; Hun and po; Hundun; Hungry Ghost; Huodou; Hupia; Hurricane children; Husbuk; Hütchen; Hutzelmann; Húxiān; Hyades; Hyakki Tsurezure Bukuro; Hyakki Yagyō_Wild Hunt; Hybris; Hydra; Hydrus; Hyldeqvind; Hylonome; Hyōsube; Hyottoko; Hypnalis; Hyrrokkin; Hyter Sprites;

I Verbti_Albanian_Deity; Iaculi; Iannic-ann-ôd; Iara; Ibaraki-dōji; Iblis; Ibo loa; Ibong Adarna; Ice Mannikins; Ice Queen; Ichchadhari naag; Ichneumon; Ichthyocentaur; Ichthyophagoi; Iði; Idis; Idlirvirissong; Idris Gawr; Iele; Ifrit; Igigi; Ignis Fatuus; Igopogo; Ijiraq; Ikiryō; Iktomi; Ikuchi; Iku-Turso; Ila (Samoan myth); Ila; Ilargi; Ilavida; Ileana Cosânzeana; Iliamna Lake Monster; Illuyanka; Ilomba; Ilvala and Vatapi (asura); Ím (joetunn); Imbunche; Immram; Imp; İn Cin; Inapertwa; Inari Ōkami; Incubus; Indruk; Indus worm; Inguma; Inkanyamba; Inmyeonjo; Intulo; Inugami Gyōbu; Inugami; Ioke; Iphis; Iphito; Ipilja-ipilja; Ipos; Ipotane; Iratxo - Iratxoak; Iravati; Irish Mythic Creatures; Iroquois Myths; Irrbloss; Irrlichter; Irrwurz; Irshi; Isfet; Ishim; Ishinagenjo; Isitwalancenge; Iskrzycki; Islam Mythic Creatures; Isonade; Ispolin; Issie; Issitoq; Issun-boushi; Itbarak; Itsumade; Ittan-momen; Iubdan; Iya; İye;

Jack and the Beanstalk; Jack Frost; Jack in the Green; Jack o' Kent; Jack o' Legs; Jack o' the bowl; Jack o'Lanthorn; Jack the Giant Killer; Jackalope; Jack-In-Irons; Jacques St. Germain; Jaculus; Jahi; Jahnu; Janjanbi; Jann; Japanese Serpent; Jarita; Járnsaxa; Jashtesmé; Jasy Jatere; Jean de la Bolieta; Jean de l'Ours; Jeannot; Jenglot; Jengu; Jenny Haniver; Jentil; Jenu; Jersey Devil; Jetins; Jezinky; Jiangshi; Jiaolung; Jihaguk daejeok toechi seolhwa; Jikininki; Jimmy Squarefoot; Jin Chan; Jinmenju; Jinmenken; Jinn; Jinnalaluo; Jipijka'm; Jiutian Xuannü; Jiutou Zhiji Jing; Jiuweihu; Joan the Wad; Joan-in-the-Wad; Jogah; Joint Snake; Joint-eater; Jok; Jolabukkar; Jonathan Moulton; Jormungandr; Jörmungandr; Jorōgumo; Jötunn; Jubokko; Jüdel; Judys; Jué yuán; Jueyuan; Juggernaut; Julbuk; Jumbee; Jvarasura; Jwalamalini;

Kabhanda; Kabouter; Káchabuké; Kachina; Kae and Longopoa; Ka-Ha-Si; Kaibyō; Kai-n-Tiku-Aba; Kakawin; Kālakeya - Kālakeyas; Kalamainu'u; Kalanemi (asura); Kalanemi (Ramayana); Kalanoro; Kâ'lanû Ahkyeli'skï; Kalaviṅka; Kalenjin Mythic Creatures; Kalevipoeg; Kaliya; Kallana; Kallikantzaros- Kallikantzaroi; Kallone; Kållråden; Kamadhenu; Kamaitachi; Kamakhya; Kami; Kamikiri; Kammapa; Kangiten; Kanglā Shā; Kao; Kappa; Kapre; Karapandža; Karkadann; Karlá; Karnabo; Karura; Karzełek; Kasa-obake; Käsermänner; Kasha; Kasogonagá; Katajatar; Kataw; Katie Woodencloak; Kaukas; Kaupe; Kawas; Kawauso; Kayeri; Kechibi; Kee-wakw; Keibu Keioiba; Ķekatnieki; Ke'le - Ke'let; Kelpie; Kenas-unarpe; Keneō (oni); Keong Emas; Kepetz; Keres; Kerions; Ketu; Keukegen; Khalkotauroi; Khoirentak tiger; Khongjomnubi Nonggarol; Khyāh; Kichkandi; Kidōmaru; Kielkropf; Kigatilik; Kihawahine; Kijimuna; Kijo (folklore); Kikimora; Kikituk; Kilili; Killcrops; Kilmoulis; Kimaris; Kimpurushas; King Father of the East; King Goldemar; King Kojata; King Laurin; Kings of Alba Longa; Kinie Ger; Kinnara; Kinoko; Kirin; Kirkonwäki; Kirmira; Kirtimukha; Kishi; Kitchen God; Kitsune no yomeiri; Kitsune; Kitsunebi; Kit-with-the-Canstick; Kiwa; Kiyohime; Klabautermann; Klagmuhme; Klaubauf; Klaubautermann; Klopferle; Knecht Ruprecht; Knight of the Swan; Knights of Ålleberg; Knocker; Knockerlings; Knocky Boh; Knucker; Koalemos; Koan Kroach; Kobalos; Kobold; Kodama; Kōga Saburō; Koka and Vikoka; Kokabiel; Kokopelli; Komono; Konaki-jiji; Kong Koi; Konjaku Gazu Zoku Hyakki; Konjaku Hyakki Shūi; Konpira Gongen; Konrul; Koolakamba; Kopala; Korandon; Korbolko; Korean dragon; Korean Virgin Ghost; Kormos; Kornbock; Kornikaned; Korn-Kater; Koromodako; Korpokkur; Korred; Korrigan; Korrigans; Korriks; Korrs; Koshchei; Kostroma; Kotavi; Kotobuki; Koto-furunushi; Kouricans; Kourils; Koutsodaimonas; Kōya Hijiri; Krabat; Krachai; Krahang; Kraken; Krampus; Krasnoludek; Krasue; Krat; Kratt; Kratu; Kroni; Krosnyata; Krun; Kṣitigarbha; Kting voar; Kuafu; Kubera; Kubikajiri; Kuchisake-onna; Kudagitsune; Kudan; Kudukh; Kui; Kujata; Kukeri; Kukudh; Kukulkan; Kukwes; Kuli-ana; Kulilu; Kulshedra; Kulullû; Kumakatok; Kuman Thong; Kumbhakarna; Kumbhāṇḍa; Kumi Lizard; Kumiho; Kuṇḍali; Kuntilanak; Kupua; Kurangaituku; Kuraokami (ryu); Kurents; Kurma; Kuro-shima (Ehime); Kurozuka; Kurupi; Kusarikku; Kushiel; Kushtaka; Kutkh; Kuttichathan; Kuzenbo; Kuzunoha; Kuzuryū; Kyanakwe; Kydoimos; Kymopoleia; Kyrkogrimm;

La Bolefuego; La Diablesse; La Encantada; La Guita Xica; La Llorona; La mula herrada; La Sayona; Labbu; Lạc bird; Lachesis; Laddy Midday; Ladon; Lady Featherflight; Laelaps; Laestrygonians; Lagahoo; Lagarfljótsormur; Lahamu; Lai Khutshangbi; Lailah_female_angel_Judaism; Laima; Lajjā Gaurī; Lakanica; Lake Monster; Lake Tianchi Monster; Lake Van Monster; Lake Worth Monster; Lākhey; Lamashtu; Lambton Worm; Lamia; Lamignak; Lampades; Lampago; Lampedo; Lampetho; Lampetia; Landdisir; Landlord Deities; Landvættir; Lang Bobi Suzi; Lang Suir; Lange Wapper; Langsuyar; Lantern Man; Lapiths; Lares Familiares; Lares; Lariosauro; Lauma; Laúru; Lava bear; Lavellan; Lazavik; Lazy Laurence; Le Criard; Le Patre; Le Rudge-Pula; Lebraude; Legendary Horses in the Jura; Legendary Horses of Pas-de-Calais; Legion (demons); Leikn; Leimakid; Leipreachán; Leleges; Lemminkäinen; Lempo; Lemures; Leonard (demon); Leontophone; Leprechaun; Lepus cornutus; Leraje; Les Lavandières; Lešni Mužove; Lešni Pany; Letiche; Leuce; Leucippus; Leviathan; Leyak; Lhiannan-Sidhe; L'Homme Velu; Liban; Lidérc; Lidercz; lietonis; Lietuvēns; Lightning Bird; Likho; Likhoradka; Lilin; Lilith; Lilu; Limnad; Limniades; Limos; Lindwurm; Lip (Moerae); Lisunki; Little Butterflies; Little Darlings; Little People of the Pryor Mountains; Little People; Little Wildrose; Living Puppet - Doll; Lizard Fairy; Lizard Man of Scape Ore Swamp; Ljósálfar; Ljubi; Llamhigyn Y Dwr; Loch Ness Monster; Löfviska; Lohjungfern; Lord Nann; Lord of the Forest; Lord of the Mountains; Lorelei; Lorggen; Lörggen; Losi; Lotan; Lou Carcolh; Loumerottes; Loveland Frog; Loys Ape; Luan; Lubberfiend; Luchtenmannekens; Lucifer; Lucius Tiberies (vs King Arthur); Luduan; Ludwig the Bloodsucker; Lugal-irra; Lugat; Luison; Lukwata; Lulal; Lundjungfrur; Lung; Lungma; Lungmu; Lupeux; Lurican; Lurigadaun; Lurikeen; Lusca; Lutin; Lutins Noirs; Lutzelfrau; Luwr; Ly Erg; Lyeshi; Lygte Men; Lyktgubbe; Lyncetti; Lyngbakr; Lynx; Lysgubbar; Lysippe;

Maa-alused; Maalik; Maanväki; Macaria; Macelo (Telchine); Machlyes; Maćić; Maciew; Macinghe; Macrobian; Mada; Madam Koi Koi; Madhu-Kaitabha; Madhusudana; Madre de aguas; Mae Nak Phra Khanong; Mae yanang; Mãe-do-Ouro; Maelor Gawr; Maemaeler; Maenad (wiki); Maenad; Maere; Maero; Maggy Moulach; Magog; Magpie Bridge; Magu; Maha Sona; Mahabali; Mahakala; Mahamayuri; Maharajikas; Mahishasura; Mahjas Kungs; Mahoraga; Mahound; Maighdean Mara; Mairu; Majlis al Jinn; Makara; Makuragaeshi; Malahas; Malay Creatures; Malay ghosts; Malicious Spirits; Malienitza; Malingee; Malkus; Malo (saint); Malphas (demon); Mama D'Leau; Mamalić; Mami Wata; Mammon; Mamucca; Mamuni Mayan; Manaia; Manananggal; Manannán mac Lir; Manasa_Snake_Goddess; Mānasaputra; Manaul; Mande Barung; Mandi; Mandragora; Mandrake; Mandurugo; Maneki-neko; Manes; Maní; Maṇibhadra; Manipogo; Manjushrikirti; Mannegishi; Manohara; Manseren Manggoendi; Mantellioni; Manticore; Manussiha; Maori ghosts; Mapinguari; Mara Daoine; Mara; Mara_Goddess; Mara_Goddess2; Marabbecca; Marantule; Maratega; Mara-Warra; March Malaen; Marchosias; Mare; Mares of Diomedes; Margot the fairy; Margot-la-Fée; Mari Lwyd; Maricha; Marid; Markopolen; Marmennill; Marpesia; Marraco; Martes; Martlet; Marțolea; Maruda; Marui; Mary Lakeland (accused witch); Maryland Goatman; Masovian dragon; Massarioli; Mastema; Master Hammerlings; Master Johannes; Matagot; Matarajin; Matres and Matronae; Matsieng; Matsya; Matuku-tangotango; Maushop; Mavka; Maxios; Mayasura; Mazapegolo; Mazapégul; Mazoku; Mazomba; Mazzamarelle; Mazzamerieddu; Mazzikin; Mbói Tu'ĩ; Mbombo; Mbuti Mythic Creatures; Mbwiri; Medjed; Medusa; Meduza; Meerminnen; Meerweiber; Megijima; Mehen_Board_Game_Snake_God_Egypt; Meilichios; Meitei dragons; Meitei Mythic Creatures; Melanippe; Melch Dick; Meliae; Melinoë; Melisseus; Melon-heads; Melusine; Memegwaans; Memphre; Menehune; Menippe; Menk; Menninkäinen; Menoetius; Menreiki; Menshen; Mephistopheles; Meretseger; Mermaid (wiki); Mermaid of Warsaw; Mermaid of Zennor; Mermaid; Merman; Merrow; Merrows; Merry Dancers; Merwomen; Meryons; Mestra; Metten; Mfinda; Mhachkay; Miage-nyūdō; Michigan Dogman; Mikaribaba; Mikoshi-nyūdō; Milton lizard; Mimas (gigantes); Mimis; Min Min light; Minairó; Minawara and Multultu; Minhocão; Minka Bird; Minoan Genius; Minokawa; Minotaur; Minthe; Mintuci; Minyans; Miodrag; Miri; Miru; Misaki; Mishaguji; Mishihase; Mishipeshu; Misizla; Mixtecatl; Mizuchi; Mo; Moan; Mob (Sleigh Beggey); Moddey Dhoo; Móðguðr; Moehau; Moestre Yan; Mogollon Monster; Mögþrasir; Mogwai; Mohan; Moine Trompeur; Moirai; Moires; Mokele-mbembe; Mokoi; Mokumokuren; Moloch; Molpadia; Momiji; Momo the Monster; Momotarō; Momu; Monachetto; Monachicchio; Monaciello - Monacielli; Moñái; Mongfind; Mongolian Death Worm; Monkey-man of New Delhi; Mono Grande; Monoceros (wiki); Monoceros; Monoloke; Mononoke; Monopod; Monster of Lake Fagua; Monster of Lake Tota; Monyohe; Moʻo; Mooinjer Veggey; Moon Rabbit; Moon-eyed people; Mora; Morag; Morax (demon); Morgan le Fay; Morgans; Morgawr; Morgen; Mormo; Moroi; Moros; Morvarc'h; Moryana; Mōryō; Mo-sin-a; Moso's Footprint; Moss People; Moswyfjes; Mother's Blessing; Mothman; Mound Folk; Mountain God; Mountain Monks; Mouros; Mrenh kongveal; Mṛtyu; Mu shuvuu; Muan; Mucalinda; Muckie; Muc-sheilch; Mudjekeewis; Muelona; Mug Ruith; Muiraquitã; Mujina; Mukasura; Muki; Mukīl rēš lemutti; Muladona; Muldjewangk; Mullo; Muma Pădurii; Mummy - Mummies; Mungoon-Gali; Munkar and Nakir; Munshin; Munsin; Murkatta; Muroni; Muscaliet; Muse; Mušḫuššu; Musimon; Mušmaḫḫū; Mussie; Mützchen; Muut; Muyingwa; Myling; Myōbu; Myrina; Myrmecoleon; Myrmekes; Myrmidon; Myrmidons; Myrto; Mytilene;

Naamah; Naberius (demon); Nabhi; Nachtkrapp; Nachtmännle; Nachtmart; Nachzehrer; Näcken; Nadi astrology; Nafnaþulur; Naga fireballs; Naga people; Naga; Nagaraja; Nagual; Nahuelito; Naiad - Naiads; Naimiṣāraṇya; Naimon; Nain Rouge; Näkku; Nale Ba; Namahage; Namazu; Namtar; Namu doryeong; Nanabozho; Nandi Bear; Nandi; Nang Mai; Nang Ta-khian; Nang Tani; Nanny Rutt; Nanook; Napfhans; Nār as samūm; Narakasura; Narantaka-Devantaka; Narasimha; Nargun; Nariphon; Nasnas; Nasu; Nat; Nataska; Native Fairies; Natrou-Monsieur; Nav; Navagunjara; Nawao; Nawarupa; Neades; Necker; Neckers; Necks; Negafook; Negret; Nei Tituaabine; Nekomata; Nel; Nelly Longarms; Nemean Lion; Nemty; Nëna e Vatrës; Nephele; Nephilim; Nereides; Nereids; Nessus; New Jersey folktales; Nganaoa; Ngariman; Ngen; Nghê; Nguruvilu; Niägruisar; Niamh; Nian; Nickel; Nick-Nocker; Nicnevin; Níðhöggr; Night Folk; Night Hag; Nightmarchers; Nightmare; Nikkisen; Nikkur; Nillekma; Nimble Men; Nimerigar; Nimue; Nine Diseases; Nine-headed bird; Ningen; Ningyo; Ninimma; Ninki Nanka; Ninlaret; Ninurta; Niō; Nion Nelou; Nip the Napper; Nis Puck; Nisken; Nisroch; Niß Puck; Nisse; Nissen god Dreng; Nittaewo; Nitus; Nivatakavacha; Nixen; Nixie; Nixies; Nkisi; Nkondi; Nocnitsa; Noderabō; Nökke; Nommo; Nomos; Nongshaba; Nongshāba; Noon Woman; Noonday Demon; Nootaikok; Noppera-bō; Norea_burn_Noah's_ark; Norgen; Norggen; Nörglein; Nörke; Nörkele; Norns; Norse_Nude_Snake_Witch; North Shore Monster; Nose (Moerae); Nosferatu (word); Nótt; Nouloi; Nüba; Nuberu; Nuckelavee; Nue; Nuggle; Nuku-mai-tore; Nuli; Nuloi; Nûñnë'hï; Nuno sa punso; Nun'Yunu'Wi; Nuppeppō; Nurarihyon; Nure-onna; Nuribotoke; Nurikabe; Nuu-chah-nulth mythology; Nuuttipukki; Nüwa; Nyami Nyami; Nyi Roro Kidul; Nykken; Nymph; Nyūdō-bōzu;

O Tokata; Oaraunle; Obambou; Obayifo; Oberon; Obia; Oboroguruma; Oceanids; Ochimusha; Ochokochi; Odei; Odin; Odontotyrannus; Odziozo; Og; Ogoh-ogoh; Ogopogo; Ogre; Ogun; Oilliphéist; Ojáncanu; Okeus; Oksoko; Ōkubi; Okuri-inu; Old Scratch; Olentzero; Ōmukade; Onchú; One with the White Hand; Ongon; Oni Gozen; Oni; Onibi; Onihitokuchi; Onikuma; Onmyōji; Onnerbänkissen; Onocentaur; Onryō; Ōnyūdō; Onza; Ootakemaru; Oozlum Bird; Ophanim; Ophiotaurus; Ora; Orang bunian; Orang Mawas; Orang Minyak; Orang Pendek; Orchi; Orculi; Orculli; Orcus; Ördög; Oreades; Oreads; Örek; Orgoglio; Orias; Orion; Orithyia; Ork; Orko; Orobas; Orochi; Orphan Bird; Orthrus; Ortnit; Osakabehime; Osaki; Ose; Oshun; Ossetian Myth; Otomitl; Otoroshi; Otrera; Otso; Otterbahnkin; Oukami; Ouni; Ouroborous; Ouroubou; Ovinnik; Owd Lad; Owlman; Oxions; Oxylus; Ozark Howler;

Paasselkä devils; Pahlavas; Pahuanui; Paimon; Painajainen; Pakhangba; Pākhangbā; Palioxis; Pallas (gigantes); Pallas; Palm Tree King; Pamarindo; Pamola; Pan; Panchajanya; Panchamukha; Pandafeche; Pandi; Panes; Pangu; Panhu; Pania of the Reef; Panlung; Panotti; Pantariste; Pantegane; Pantegani; Pantheon_the_creature; Panther; Panti'; Paoro; Papa Bois; Papinijuwari; Para; Paraskeva Friday; Parcae (Moerae); Parcae; Pard; Parzae (Moerae); Patagon; Patagonian Giant; Patasola; Patung; Patupaiarehe; Pavaró; Pazuzu; Peacock Princess; Pech; Pechmanderln; Peg Powler; Pegaeae; Pegasus; Peleiades; Pelesit; Peluda; Penanggalan; Penemue; Penette; Peng; Penghou; Penhill Giant; Penthesilea; People of Peace (Sìth); People of Peace; Perchta; Père Fouettard; Perëndi; Pereplut; Peri; Perria; Persephone; Persévay; Peryton; Pesanta; Petermännchen; Petit Jeannot; Petty Fairie; Phaethusa; Phantom Cats; Phantome (Trinidad, Tobago, Guyana); Phenex; Phi phong; Phi Tai Hong; Philippine Mytic Creatures; Philotes; Phisuea Samut; Phobetor; Phoebe; Phoenix; Pholus; Phooka; Phorcys; Phthisis; Piasa; Pichal Peri; Picolaton; Picolous; Pictish Beast; Pier Gerlofs Donia; Pig Dragon; Pillan; Pillywiggin; Pillywiggins; Pilwiz; Pincoy; Pincoya; Pingel; Pipa Jing; Pippalada; Piru; Pishachas; Pishtaco; Piskies; Pitr; Pitsen; Pitzln; Piuchén; Pixie; Pixies; Pixiu; Płanetnik; Pleiades (wiki); Pleiades; Plusso; Pocong; Polemos; Polemusa; Polevik; Poleviki; Polik-anna; Polkan; Polong; Poltergeist; Poludnitsy; Polybotes (gigantes); Polydora; Pombero; Pomo religion; Ponaturi; Pop (ghost); Pope Lick Monster; Popobawa; Poppele; Poroniec; Portunes; Potamides; Pouākai; Poubi Lai; Poulpikans; Povoduji; Powries; Prahlada; Pratyangira; Preinscheuhen; Prende_Albanian_Deity; Preta; Pricolici; Princess Eréndira; Proctor Valley Monster; Proioxis; Pronomus; Propoetides; Proteus; Proto-Indo-European Myth; Protoplast; Psoglav; Psotnik; Psychai; Psychopomp; Pua Tu Tahi; Púca; Puck; Puck_Shakespeare; Pueblo clown; Pugot; Pukwudgie; Pulao; Pulgasari; Puloman; Pulter Klaes; Pumphut; Pundacciú; Purzinigele; Puschkait; Putana; Putri Tangguk; Putti; Putto; Putzen; Puu-Halijad; Pvitrulya; Pyewacket (familiar spirit); Pygmies; Pyinsarupa; Pyrausta; Pysslinger-Folk; Python;

Qallupilluit; Qamulek; Qarakorshaq; Qareen; Qianlima; Qilin; Qin (Mandaeism); Qingji; Qingniao; Qippoz; Qiqirn; Qitmir; Qiulung; Qlippoth; Quaeldrytterinde; Queen Mab; Queen Maeve; Queen Mother of the West; Queen of Elfland; Queen of Elphame; Queen of Sirens; Queensland tiger; Querquetulanae; Querxe; Quetzalcoatl; Quiet Folk; Quimbanda; Quinametzin; Quinotaur; Qʼuqʼumatz; Q'ursha; Qutrub;

Rå; Rabisu; Rådande; Rāgarāja; Rahab; Raijin; Raijū; Railroad Bill; Rain Bird; Rainbow Crow; Rainbow Serpent; Rakhsh; Rākshasas; Rakshaza; Rakta Yamari; Raktabīja; Ramidreju; Rangalau Kiulu Phantom; Rannamaari; Rantas; Rarash; Raróg; Rashōmon no oni; Rasselbock; Ratatoskr; Raum; Ravana; Reconstructed Word - Dʰéǵʰōm; Red Cap; Red Ghost; Red Lady; Redcap; Redcombs; Re'em; Reeri Yakseya; Reikon; Remora; Rephaite; Reptilian; Resurrection Mary; Revenant; Reynard; Rhagana; Rhiwallon; Rishabhanatha; Rishyasringa; River Men; River Women; Roane; Robin Goodfellow; Robin Round Cap; Robot; Roc; Rododesa; Roggenmuhme; Rogo-Tumu-Here; Rojenice; Rōjinbi; Rokita; Rokkaku-dō; Rokurokubi; Ro-langs; Romãozinho; Rompo; Rồng - Vietnamese Dragons; Ronove; Root race (theosophy); Rôpenkerl; Rougarou; Roughby; Rozhanitsy, Narecnitsy and Sudzhenitsy; Rübezahl; Rüdiger von Bechelaren; Ruha; Rukh; Rukmavati; Rumpelstiltskin; Ruohtta; Rusalka - Rusalky; Russian superstitions; Ryong; Ryū; Ryūgū-jō; Ryūjin;

Saci; Sack Man; Sadhbh; Sæhrímnir; Sagol kāngjei; Saint Amaro; Saint Nedelya; Sakabashira; Salabhanjika; Salamander; Salbanelli; Salmon of Knowledge; Salvanel - Salvanelli; Salvani; Samael; Samagana; Samaton; Samca; Samebito; Samodiva; Samovila - Samovily; Sampati; Samsin Halmeoni; Samyaza (wiki); Samyaza; San Martin Txiki; Sandman; Sankai; Sanshi; Santa Compaña; Sântoaderi; Sânziană; Sarama; Sarangay; Sarimanok; Sárkány; Sarpa Kavu; Sarutahiko Ōkami; Sarván; Satan; Satanachia; Satori; Satyr; Satyress; Satyrus; Sauvageons; Savali; Sayona; Sazae-oni; Sazakan; Scáthach; Scazzamurieddu; Schacht-Zwerge; Schlorchel; Schneefräulein; Schrat; Schrätteli; Schrecksele; Sciritae; Scitalis; Scorpion men; Screaming skull; Scylla; Scythian genealogical myth; Scythian religion; Scythians; Se’īrīm; Sea goat; Sea Mither; Sea Monk; Sea Monster; Sea Serpent; Sea-Griffin; Sea-Lion; Sebile; Seefräulein (Gwagged Annwn); See-Hear-Speak No Evil; Seelie; Seelkee; Selige Fräulein; Selkie; Selkolla; Selma; Semystra; Sengann; Seonaidh; Seonangshin; Seonangsin; Seps; Seraphim; Seri Gumum Dragon; Seri Pahang; Serpopard; Serván; Servant (Serván); Sessho-seki; Set animal; Setsubun; Seven-headed serpent; Sewer alligator; Sha Wujing; Shabrang; Shachihoko; Shade; Shadhavar; Shadow Person; Shahbaz; Shahmaran; Shahrokh; Sha'ir; Shaitan; Shambara; Shango; Shangyang; Shankha; Shapeshifter; Shapishico; Sharabha; Sharlie; Shatans; Shatarupa; Shdum; She-camel of God; Shedim; Sheela na Gig; Sheka; Shellycoat; Shen; Shen_clam_monster; Shenlung; Shesha; Sheshe; Shetani; Shi Dog; Shibaemon-tanuki; Shichinin misaki; Shidaidaka; Shikhandi; Shikigami; Shikome; Shinigami; Shiranui; Shirime; Shiryō; Shishiga; Shishimora; Shōjō; Shōkera; Shopiltee; Shtojzovalle; Shtriga; Shubin; Shug Monkey; Shuihu; Shuimu; Shukra; Shurali; Shurdh; Shuten-dōji; Sibille; Sidehill Gouger; Sidhe; Sigbin; Signifying monkey; Sihirtia; Sihuanaba; Sila; Sileni; Silenus; Silvane; Silvani; Silvanus; Simargl; Simbi; Simhamukha; Simonside Dwarfs; Simurgh; Sina and the Eel; Singa; Sinoe; Sin-you; Siproeta; Siren; Sirena chilota; Sirena; Sirin; Sisimoto; Sisiutl; Si-Te-Cah; Sìth; Sithchean; Sithon; Six-headed Wild Ram; Siyokoy; Sjörå; Skeleton; Skin-walker; Skogsjungfru; Skogsnufvar; Skogsrå; Skogsråt; Sköll; Skookum; Skougman; Skovmann; Skrat; Skrzak; Skuld (half-elf princess); Skulld; Skunk Ape; Skvader; Sky Fox; Slattenpatte; Slavic Fairies of Fate; Slavic Mythic Creatures; Slavic Pseudo-deities; Slavic Water Spirit; Sleigh Beggey; Sleipnir; Sluagh; Smallpox demon; Smilax; Snake_Worship; Snallygaster; Snipe Hunt; Snow Lion; Snow Queen; Snow Snake; Sockburn Worm; Söedouen; Söetrolde; Soeurettes; Sōjōbō; Solomonari; Solomon's shamir; Soltrait; Somali myth; Sooterkin; Sorei; Sosamsin; Soter; Soteria; Sotret; Soucouyant; Souffle; Soul Components_Finnic Paganism; Sovereignty goddess; Spearfinger; Spey-wife; Sphinx; Spiriduș; Spirit spouse; Spirit Turtle; Spirits; Splintercat; Spor; Spriggan - Spriggans; Springheeled Jack; Sprite - Sprites; Spunkies; Squasc; Squonk; Srbinda; Sreng; St. Elmo's Fire; Stallo; Stendel; Stheno and Euryale; Stihi; Stoicheioi; Stone Sentinel Maze; Stoor worm; Storsjöodjuret; Strashila; Straszyldlo; Straw Bear; Stricha; Strigoi; Strix; Stroke Lad; Strömkarl; Struthopodes; Strzyga; Stuhać; Stymphalian birds; Su iyesi; Suanggi; Suangi; Subahu; Succarath; Succubus; Sudsakorn; Sumarr and Vetr; Sumascazzo; Sunda and Upasunda; Sundel bolong; Sunekosuri; Suparṇākhyāna; Surgat; Surtr; Susulu; Sut; Suvannamaccha; Suzuka Gozen; Svaðilfari; Svartálfar; Swan Maiden; Sweet William's Ghost; Swetylko; Sybaris; Sylph; Syöjätär; Syrbotae;

Ta'ai; Tahoe Tessie; Tailypo; Takam; Takaonna; Takarabune; Talamaur; Talos; Tam Lin; Tamamo-no-Mae; Tamangori; Tamil myth; Tan Noz; Tanabata; Tandava; Tangaroa; Tangie; Tangye; Tanin'iver; Taniwha; Tannin; Taoroinai; Taotao Mo'na; Taotie; Tapairu; Tapio; Tapire-iauara; Tarand; Tarasque; Taraxippus; Tariaksuq; Tarrasque; Tartalo; Tartaruchi; Tata Duende; Tatzelwurm; Taweret; Tawûsî Melek; Te Wheke-a-Muturangi; Teakettler; Tecmessa; Teju Jagua; Teka-her; Teke Teke; Tek-ko-kui; Telchines; Teleboans; Telemus; Ten Giant Warriors; Teng; Tenghuang; Tengu; Tenka; Tennin; Tenome; Ten-ten vilu; Tentōki and Ryūtōki; Tepegöz; Tepēyōllōtl; Teraphim; Termagant; Terrible Monster; Tesso; Tethra; Teumessian fox; Teutobochus; Teuz; Teyolía; Thalestris; Tharaka; Thardid Jimbo; Thayé; The Beast of the Earth; The Beast; The Black Dog of Newgate; The Cu Bird; The Devil Whale; The Elder Mother; The Elf Maiden; The Four Winds; The Giant Who Had No Heart in His Body; The Goose Wife; The Governor of Nanke; The Great Snake; The Green Man of Knowledge; The Heavenly Maiden and the Woodcutter; The Hedley Kow; The Imp Prince; The King of the Cats; The Laidly Worm of Spindleston Heugh; The Legend of Ero of Armenteira; The Lovers; The Mistress of Copper Mountain; The Morrígan; The Nine Peahens and the Golden Apples; The Nixie of the Mill-Pond; The Painted Skin; The Precious Scroll of the Immortal Maiden Equal to Heaven; The Prince Who Wanted to See the World; The Queen of Elfan's Nourice; The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise; The Silbón; The sixteen dreams of King Pasenadi; The Stinking Corpse (giant); The Swan Queen; The Voyage of Bran; The Voyage of Máel Dúin; The Voyage of the Uí Chorra; The Witch of Saratoga; The Woman of the Chatti; Theli (dragon); Theomachy; Theow; Thermodosa; Thetis Lake Monster; Thiasos; Thiasus; Thinan-malkia; Thiota; Thoe; Thomas Boudic; Þorbjörg lítilvölva; Þorgerðr Hölgabrúðr and Irpa; Thrasos; Three Witches; Three-legged crow; Thriae; Þrívaldi; Throne; Thrones; Thumblings; Thunderbird; Thunderdell; Þuríðr Sundafyllir; Thusser; Thyrsus (giant); Tiamat; Tianguo; Tianlung; Tianma; Tibetan myth; Tibicena; Tiddalik; Tiddy Mun; Tiddy Ones; Tigmamanukan; Tiʻitiʻi; Tikbalang; Tikokura; Tikoloshe; Tilberi; Tilla; Tinirau and Kae; Tinirau; Tintilinić; Tipua; Titania; Titanis; Titans; Titivillus; Tityos; Tiyanak; Tizheruk; Tjilpa; Tlachtga; Tlahuelpuchi; Tlanchana; Toell the Great; Tōfu-kozō; Toggeli; Toho (kachina); Tom Hickathrift; Tomtevätte; Tom-Tit; Tomtrå; Tontuu; Tooth Fairy; Topielec; Torngarsuk; Toyol; Toyotama-hime; Tragopodes; Trahlyta; Trailokyavijaya; Transformer; Trasgo; Trauco; Tree Elves; Tree Octopus; Tree of Jiva and Atman; Trenti; Trentren Vilu and Caicai Vilu; Tréo-Fall; Trickster - Tricksters; Triple-headed eagle; Tripurasura; Trishira; Triteia; Triton; Tritopatores; Troglodytae; Trois Marks (Moerae); Trojan Leaders; Trojan War characters; Troll Cat; Troll; Trow; Tsmok; Tsuchigumo; Tsuchinoko; Tsukumogami; Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto; Tsul 'Kalu; Tsurara-onna; Tsuru no Ongaeshi; Tsurubebi; Tsurube-otoshi; Tuatha dé Danaan; Tuatha; Tubo; Tuchulcha; Tudigong; Tu'er Shen; Tugarin; Tulevieja; Tulpa; Tulpar; Tumburu; Tunda; Tuometar; Tupilaq; Tur; Turoń; Türst; Turtle Lake Monster; Turul; Tuttle Bottoms Monster; Tutyr; Tuyul; Two-Toed Tom; Twrch Trwyth; Tyger; Tylwyth Teg; Typhon; Tzitzimitl;

Ubagabi; Ubume; Ucchusma; Uchchaihshravas; Uchchaishravas; Uchek Langmeitong; Udug; UFO; Ugallu; Uhaml; Uhlakanyana; Ullikummi; Ulmecatl; Ulupi; Umamba; Umang Lai; Umi zatō; Umibōzu; Umū dabrūtu; Unclean Force; Unclean Spirit; Undine; Undines; Ungaikyō; Ungnyeo; Unhcegila; Unicorn; Unners-Boes-Thi; Unterengadin; Untüeg; Untunktahe; Unut_Egypt_Rabbit-Snake-Lion_Goddess; Upamanyu; Upelluri; Upiór; Ur; Uraeus; Urayuli; Ureongi gaksi; Uriaș; Uridimmu; Urisk; Urmahlullu; Ursitoare; Ursitory; Ushi no toki mairi; Ushi-oni; Usiququmadevu; Ušumgallu; Uwan; Uylak; Uzuh;

Vadavagni; Vadleány; Vaettir; Vættir; Vahana (Mount of a Deva); Vainakh religion; Vairies; Vajrakilaya; Vajranga; Vajrayakṣa; Valac (demon); Valefar; Valkyrie; Valravn; Vâlvă; Vampire folklore worldwide; Vampire pumpkins and watermelons; Vampire; Vanapagan; Vanara; Vanir; Vanth; Vântoase; Varaha; Varahi; Vardivil; Vardøger; Vardögl; Vardöiel; Vardygr; Vassago; Vasuki_Naga_King; Vattar; Vazily; Vazimba; Ved; Vedmak; Veðrfölnir; Vegetable Lamb of Tartary; Vegoia; Vel; Veleda; Vellamo; Vemacitrin; Venediger Männlein; Ventolín; Verechelen; Verlioka; Vermillion Bird; Vesna; Vetala; Viðfinnr; Vidyadhara; Vidyādhara; Vihans; Vila; Vilenaci; Vileniki; Vili Čestitice; Vine (demon); Viprachitti; Viradha; Vishala; Vishap; Vision Serpent; Vitore; Vittra; Vivani; Vivene; Vjesci; Vodni Moz; Vodyaniye; Vodyanye; Vǫrðr; Vörnir (joetunn); Vosud; Vouivre; Vritra (dragon); Vritra; Vrukodlak; Vrykolakas; Vyaghrapada; Vyatka;

Waalrüter; Wadjet; Wag at the Wa'; Waira; Waitoreke; Wakinyan; Wakwak; Waldweibchen; Waldzwerge; Walgren Lake Monster; Walter of Aquitaine; Waluburg; Wampus Cat; Wandjina; Wangliang; Wani; Wanyūdō; Warak ngendog; Warlock; Wars and Sawa; Watatsumi; Water Bull; Water Horse; Watermöme; Wati kutjara; Wawel Dragon; Wayob; Wechselbalg; Wechuge; Weiße Frauen; Wekufe; Welsh Dragon; Welsh Giant; Wendigo; Werecat; Werehyena; Wereleopard; Werewolf; Werewolves of Ossory; Wewe Gombel; Whakatau; Whiro; White dragon; White Ladies; White Lady (wiki); White Lady; White River Monster; White Tiger; White Women; Whowie; Wicht; Wichtel; Wiedergänger; Wight; Wihwin; Wild Haggis; Wild Hunt (wiki); Wild Hunt; Wild Hunter; Wild Man of the Navidad; Wild Man; Wild Men; Wild Women; William of Lindholme; Will-o'-wisp; Willy Rua; Wind Folletti; Wind Horse; Winged cat; Winged Lion (St. Mark); Winged lion; Winged Unicorn; Wirnpa; Wirry-cow; Wisdom King; Witch; Witches of Anaga; Witege; Witte Juffern; Witte Wieven; Witte Wijven (Moerae); Witte Wiver; Wives of Rica; Wolpertinger; Wolterken; Wolves in heraldry; Woman in Black (supernatural); Wood Folk; Wood Maidens; Wood Men; Wood Trolls; Wood Women; World Elephant; World Turtle; Worm of Linton; Wrathful deities; Wulver; Wurdulac; Wurm; Wutong Shen; Wuzhiqi; Wyvern;

Xana; Xanthippe; Xanthus; Xaphan (demon); Xeglun; Xelhua; Xezbeth; Xhindi; Xian; Xiangliu; Xiao; Xicalancatl; Xiezhi; Xingtian; Xirang; Xiuhcōātl; Xtabay;

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[kamenstranger]

Several years back I did a review on Kamen Rider Black and my opinion hasn't changed much since. Like a lot of my older stuff, I think that review is a bit long winded describing the ending stretch of the series, but overall it still conveys my love of Kamen Rider Black.

The short of it is Black was a return to basics for the franchise while at the same time breathing new life with more contemporary themes of 1980s Japan excess. Very cult like villains akin to what what happening in the late 70s and coming to a head by the 80s. You have plot lines centered around the ever rising cost of living, the booming idol industry satirized as a means of brainwashing, a greater emphasis on the horror aspects, the strongest environmental message since the original Manga, and uh, cults infiltrating politics.

It's a fantastic series and it's one of my highest recommended Showa era shows alongside V3.

Today, I mainly want to focus on the Bluray release by Discotek, which primarily means talking about the special features. However, I quickly want to run down a few key factors. First off, the image quality; it's the exact same as the Japanese release, which is what my old review used as a basis so I don't have much to add. It's a crisp gorgeously detailed transfer with those annoying seizure inducing attack sequences of the original broadcast and DVD release removed. Nothing is removed except those flashes in-between frames. This is the ideal way to view the series for that improvement alone. There is a special feature that shows the original attacks from the first couple episodes, should you happen to have a TV Power belt laying around.

As for the subs, truthfully I wasn't even gonna mention them cause I think you know Discotek has a long proven track record for quality. Still, someone might ask, and yes, they're good. They're also your best option nowadays, anyway. The Century King subs are so old you'd be hard pressed to find them, and the redone version that came about with the JPN bluray had a number of misspellings and other typing errors.

I will admit I've not finished this watch, but nothing in Discotek's release has stuck out to me as egregious. The only thing I can think of that might bug some people is that Kaijin is interpreted as Monster rather than Mutant, which is… whatever. I can understand why the old Century Kings translation used Mutant, it's a good way to keep it separate from how we typically associate Kaiju = Monster. Mutant invokes the more human/jin aspect as opposed to a beast. But that's a level of semantics even I don't care about. Hell, it's not even as if it plays a massive narrative or thematic role, with the possible exception of Whale, who has humanity in a morale sense. The monsters in Black by in large exist as humanoid animals, they're rarely ever humans turned into animal hybrids like the other Showa shows, so I don't think that distinction is all that important in the grand scheme of things.

I should also note, as always, the movies are treated separately, meaning "Hurry to Onigashima" and "The Phantom House of Devil Pass" are not included in the set.

With all that out of the way, first and foremost we have to talk about how Discotek handles presentation of the special features on this set. I will say it's a marked improvement over Gavan, which didn't even mention Special Features on the back of the case. They list the special features on Black's case…but they don't list what discs those features are on. So I started with 5, which had a almost everything but the cast reunion I was looking for. So I pop in disc 1- no special features. So I start working backwards with disc 4; Cast Reunion part 3. I then had a sense of déjà vu because I did this same song and dance with Gavan. It's a minor thing, but one that could've been easily resolved by simply stating which discs had what, either on the case or the disc themselves. Hell, even just a "Special features discs 2-5" I don't know how they look on RX and Sharivan, but I'm gonna laugh if I get my V3 Bluray and the special features aren't listed as clearly as my Generation Kikaider set.

Anyway, the first special feature is on disc 2 "This is Kamen Rider Black" which was a special that aired one week before the series premier and acted as a sneak preview. I'm glad it's here and not left out or relegated to some bizarre compilation disc (looking at you, MillCreek.) It's an interesting time capsule and stuff like this should be preserved.

Note that the image quality here looks significantly worse than the remastered episodes because this was on tape, although still quite clear for what it is. You will however notice lines at the bottom of the screen now and then.

As far as the special itself is concerned… it's kinda just marketing fluff hosted by Ishinomori's son, Jo, and Jiban's own Michiko Enokida. You get a very brief interview with Ishinomori, a pretty cool behind the scenes bit of the casting process, Tetsuo Kurata in the recording booth for the main theme and a… pretty awkward as hell interview with Kotaro, Kyoko, and Katsumi. Notice I'm using the character names. It's awkward in both a delightfully and painfully 80s way.

However, the real meat of these features is the 3 part cast reunion, which was included in the 3 sets released in Japan back in '22. Each part is about 40-ish minutes and consists of Testsuo Kurata, Moe (Ayaumi) Taguchi, Hitomi Yoshii, Producer Susumu Yoshikawa, and Director Yoshiaki Kobayashi. Quite the eclectic mix and even a bit odd in the case of Kobayashi, who only directed the opening episode of Black and is slightly infamous for being a bit of a hardass, which the actors do not hide at all. Although they do credit him with pushing them to be better, so there's no ill will. That was, after all, a grueling month long shoot for everyone.

Compared to Gavan's cast special, it's not quite the same wealth of knowledge, or at least it doesn't seem like it because it can feel a tad disjointed. Although that doesn't make it any less interesting. There's simply more reminiscing filled with small personal stories, both entertaining and occasionally insightful. My favorite was Ishinomori insisting Kurata's purchases at a particular restaurant be put on his personal tab. Charming tales aside, there are still major gems about the industry and not just with Black. Such as Kobayashi mentioning the influence of Easy Rider on Kamen Rider due to Ishinomori liking the movie and being fascinated by the counterculture movement. It's nice to have a more direct source on it, since the only other place I can readily cite that claim is dubious at best.

Kobayashi also goes into the complication of not having time to watch your own work as it's airing, which makes it difficult to do adjustments on the production, get audience feedback and see where your own faults lie. There's also discussion about JAC and how incredibly strict their standards are, mainly because hesitation more than anything else is what results in injury. (Although Gavan has a far more in depth look into that area) We even get some tidbits about Toei's Spider-Man, which both Kobayashi and Yoshikawa worked on.

But perhaps my favorite production story with Black specifically is the theme song, which was the duo of Yoko Aki writing the lyrics and her husband Ryudo Uzaki handling the music. It was less a decision on the production side and simply Ishinomori happened to be great friends with Aki, so why not? Which, if you're unfamiliar with the two, they were a HUGE deal. Aki and Uzaki wrote several hits for Japan's biggest idol, Momoe Yamaguchi, in the late 70s, including her biggest hit "Yokosuka Story." Incidentally, Yamaguchi has a son, Takahiro Miuram, who you're probably familiar with as Bilgenia in Black Sun.

Susumu Yoshikawa's only instructions to Aki was to keep the lyrics simple and use very little English since it's a program for children. Uzaki sung on the demo tape with a backing guitar. The original lyrics, according to Kurata, were a bit different in the opening, something along the lines of "Last through the ages, race through the Sky." Although that original demo tape is now sadly lost. Kurata would listen to the tape on repeat in preparation for the recording, which took 6 hours in the booth, all while Aki and Uzaki were present, which made the pressure even harder. Although by Yoshikawa account, it was on the faster side of recording.

There's other production stories I won't cover, some small, some as interesting as the theme, such as the still fairly new Jiro Okamoto taking on the challenging suit acting role (Which it's a shame he isn't part of this feature.) But I won't spoil everything. It's a good three part special that's worth the price of admission alone, but it did leave me wanting more. Thankfully, we still have more.

Most of the other special features are what you would expect; original post credit commercials for Giveaways and Toei's various festivals and events, the U.S. Bluray Trailer, a trailer for RX's Discotek release, the aforementioned segment showing the original attacks in their flashiness. But, as with Gavan, we have a wonderful write up by MachDent.

This is the cherry on the sundae right here. Again, not to deride the other stuff. Trailers and the like should be here, I'd be complaining if they weren't. But this is what I'm interested in most; historical examinations of a show. Frankly, it's quite a bit more informative than the cast reunion while also having a clear concise time line of how Black came to be. Stuff like this, having the Japanese special features, and of course quality subtitles for the main event is really what sets these Discotek releases apart from others. I'd be happy with a relatively bare bone but quality release, but I'd be lying if I didn't say a big selling part was getting these features. I'm not going to pretend these are cheap set by any means, but they're also not cheapening out. I greatly appreciate Discotek not only gathering the stuff on the JPN side, but adding their own special features that elevate the whole thing. Now that we're in an era of having fewer and fewer indie shops and smaller distributors, I feel almost an obligation to support what few remain-- less Sony or Toho gobble them up next.

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hey, I’m very excited for your Kinktober 2023 celebration!

Here’s my ask:

Character - Lloyd Hansen

Kink - Praise/Cuddling/Aftercare

Bonus - Werebear!Lloyd

Okay, so the idea is that Lloyd wasn’t always a werebear, but he got turned into one, just like how the witch in Beauty and the Beast turned the prince into a monster.

Werebear!Lloyd has found his mate and dragged her home. But even after she calmed down from being kidnapped, and then finding herself in a weirdly intense relationship with this creature/man… Lloyd is struggling with the bear’s instincts. They’re so different from his own. He liked rough, dirty sex that ended with him slipping out the door fifteen minutes after the deed was done. The bear wants to cuddle, and if he doesn’t get the appropriate amount of cuddling in, he’s on edge and cranky. Really cranky - and he takes it out on Lloyd.

Nowadays, Lloyd craves cuddling. He used to hate it. The bear inside of him demands he spend hours cuddling with his mate, multiple times per day. Lloyd finds that he needs to praise his mate. He has to gain her approval - the bear demands it. All of a sudden the selfish, rude, and vicious Lloyd Hansen has developed a teddy bear streak, thanks to finding his mate and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

How does he reconcile the werebear’s powerful instincts with the human side of his personality, especially when the bear’s need for softness with its mate refuses to be denied?

Little Cub

softdark werebear!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: above

warnings: small amount of fluff, monster kink, big dick, smut, rape, Lloyd being himself, humiliation, dark stuff, kidnapping, blood

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic. This is kinda a dark fic….just so you know. Will do another part if you request it

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd is planning how he’s going to torture the fucking cunt who cursed him into this beast. He perhaps was a monster, but still didn’t deserve that. His words. It’s not his fault that he didn’t want to kiss her. That bitch looked ugly as fuck.

He can still feel how his bones cracked and muscles twisted as he transformed. The painful screams he let out as he became the thing she cursed him to be in all eternity.

A bear. A giant light brown bear with sharp claws and teeth.

There’s not a moment he isn’t reminded of what he is now, even when he isn’t in his other form. From his now sharper and longer finger nails to how his body is now covered in more hair, though, he must say, he likes the mustache.

Not only is his normal physical form now different. Lloyd is so hungry all the time and mostly for meat. Problem is that he’s alone in his castle with no staff or anyone to bring him food. Well, there once were people, but his hunger got the best of him. Now, he’s all alone. He’s forced to go into the woods and hunt for whatever living creature he sees. On lucky days, he finds humans in the forest, hunting or just taking a walk, but most days he just finds deers, bunnies or wolfs.

The hunger isn’t his biggest problem though, no, it’s how fucking hard he gets for no reason at all 24/7. He could be sitting down in one of many lounge areas and suddenly get a boner without thinking of anything slightly dirty. It’s not like he doesn’t have needs and jacks himself off a lot, but this is way different. It’s painful. When he tries to ignore it, he feels how the beast is making him feel like a thousand bullets are piercing through his skin. Like needles are boring through his bones and muscles. His muscles tense, his nails getting longer, veins popping until he transforms into what he hates most. Once transformed, the need to breed is so strong he humps everything which is near him, trying to get rid of the pain. In his other form, he doesn’t feel like him. It’s like he’s only half himself. The bear is a constant voice in his head, making him insane.

Over time, Lloyd got better at controlling it, but the smallest things could set the beast in him free. He only leaves his castle to hunt for food. He can’t even drink his sorrows away because he already drank every bottle in the castle….in just three months.

Oh, but Lloyd would’ve never guessed how lucky he would get today when he goes to hunt in the woods.

Today, you are on a walk in the forest. The sky is covered in thick grey clouds. It’s getting grayer by every passing second. You just wanted to go on a quick walk to clear your head, but got lost, though you are not panicking. You would be, if you knew what was going to happen because not so far away you caught the attention of the hungry eyes of Lloyd. His pupils are dilated that there is no white anymore. Your sweet smell making his dick painfully hard. Lloyd already smelled you miles away, running immediately into the forest when he first caught the smell of your scent.

You walk down an old path, asking yourself how you get out of the forest, until you hear something. You turn around, but see nothing. A breath leaves your lungs you didn’t know you held in. Just as you are about to continue down the path, you come face to face, well, more like face to chest, with the chest of a big man. Hair is covering his entire chest and as you move your eyes upwards, you can see his dark eyes staring right into your soul.

You don’t move, you can’t move. You’re too scared to make a move.

“Run, rabbit” he says, flashing you his sharp teeth in a cocky manner. Fear finally crosses your face, and a scream leaves your mouth as the man slowly starts to get bigger. You take off and run away, his laugh fallowing you. You run through the woods, like your life depends on it because it probably does. There’s no explanation that you can think of as to what he is. You just know that he’s not good.

It starts to rain, first, only small drops before a full on shower. The once dry ground is now muddy and slippery, making you almost slip. The falling raindrops are hitting your cheeks and making it sting like needles. You almost don’t hear a loud growl behind you due to the rain. It’s getting closer and closer.

In your panic you don’t see the wet mud line before you and the next thing you know, you slipped out and fell into the mud, but at least not face first.

You turn around in the mud to see a giant bear in-front of you, looking at you with his cold dead eyes. The color of his fur, the sharp teeth and the look he is giving you makes you realize that this monster in front of you is the man.

You somehow can’t scream, even as the beast jumps at you and presses you deeper into the mud and before you know it, this monster raises his claw and rips your clothes off in one swift move. You try to get out from under him with no luck.

He’s too big.

The beast sniffs you before grazing his teeth over your collarbone to your stomach. Silent tears start to run down your face.

It suddenly puts a claw on your left shoulder and presses your right leg up, putting you in an uncomfortable position. You feel something hard touch your pussy and it’s then when it dawns on you what is going to happen.

The monster doesn’t give you a chance before slamming his dick into your pussy, giving you no time to adjust. This time you scream. You scream like you are getting torn apart because you literally are. It feels like someone is cutting you open.

Lloyd doesn’t care about your screaming or your tears, he’s desperate for this, no matter how fucked up it is. He’s diving into your pussy over and over again. As Lloyd thrusts into you, his furry hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. He growls low in his throat as he takes you, his thrusts deep and powerful.

You feel pain with only a little bit of pleasure. Even if you know your climax is approaching, you are begging him to stop. The begging coming out as screams for mercy.

Lloyd’s thrusts are growing deeper and more powerful, his groans echoing through the woods. He doesn’t care that you come around his dick and neither that you start coating his dick in your blood. He thrusts faster into you before shooting his sperms into your pussy with a loud roar.

Your eyes widen a last time as his cum fills you up before the black around your vision takes over. This doesn’t stop Lloyd though, from rutting into your passed out form again and again, needing to release.

Once Lloyd is done, he pulls out of you, automatically growling, well, more like the beast in him, as his sperm spills out of your abused pussy. Still in his beast form, he turns to make his way back to the castle, but something pulls him back.

The beast.

It’s making his body feel like it’s on fire, burning down with no way of putting it out. He falls to the ground, feeling like he’s going to die until he smells you. Lloyd looks over at you, not understanding why you stopped the monster’s torture on him. He slowly manages to get up and goes over to you, grunting before biting into your leg and pulling you with him to his castle.

As he arrives, he drags down to the cells. Lloyd grunts as his body becomes smaller again once he lets go of your leg. The hair falling down, the ears vanishing and his teeth and claws shrinking. He stands up, getting used to his body again, feeling exhausted now that he feels all the orgasms he had. Having an orgasm as a bear is like having three orgasms and he had five bear orgasms. He is ready to go to sleep.

His eyes move to you before he walks out of the room, not staring at your naked body, but your soft face framed by your beautiful hair. He shakes his head as he realizes what he’s doing and walks out, slamming the cell behind him and locking it.

Your body is in pain is the first thing you realize as you come back from what felt like the dead. You open your eyes, blinking a few times before you start to realize where you are. Curses leave your mouth as you try to move your body, deciding to just stay in the position for a while as the pain grows bigger every time you try to move. You look at the room from the ground, gray stone walls, no windows, cold hard stone ground and prison bars as a door.

“No no no no no” you say over and over again, panicking at the fact of where you are. You manage to move in an upward position, letting your back rest against the cold stones. A deep pain interrupts from your leg as you move it and as you look down at it, you see a deep bite mark. It’s still red and bloody, looking like out of a true horror movie. Not only that, but you can also see the dried blood on your body at your pussy. The rest of your body, including your hair, is covered in now dry mud.

You cry as you remember what happened, the beast catching you and fucking you in the mud. You don’t know how you got here, but looking at the bite mark, you can imagine that wherever you are, the monster is here too.

“Stop crying so fucking loud” a voice whispers aggressively from behind the bars.

You lift your head to look at the voice and see the man from the woods, the man who transformed into a monster.

“Go away!” you scream at him.

The man sighs and throws his head back, annoyed. He pushes himself off the wall and leans with his head pressed on the bars. A mocking pout spreads on his face.

“Aww, is the girl scared of the bad big bear?”

You wipe your tears away, looking at him with pure rage. “Fuck you”.

Lloyd laughs, his sharp teeth shining brightly in the moonlight from the small window. “Again? You truly are a freaky hell of a woman” he says, winking at you.

The veins in your neck are about to pop as you charge at him. Well, try to charge at him, but your legs give midway out, falling right onto your knees.

“Cute” he says, looking unimpressed.

You lay defeated on the floor, feeling dirty and gross. You wished you never would have entered the woods.

He looks at you, feeling weird, like he feels a deep pain in his heart. Pity? Sadness? Regret? God knows what it is, but Lloyd doesn’t like it. He can feel the beast inside him starting to get hectic, needing to be pet out.

His gaze wanders to you once again. Normally, he would have killed his victims by now or eaten them, but the beast won’t let him eat you, even though you taste so delicious.

Lloyd thinks for a moment, before asking, “what’s your name?”.

“Why should I tell you my name?”

Lloyd opens the door. “Because I’m hungry and your blood smells delicious”.

You gulp and say “My name is y/n”.

He steps closer and crouches down in front of you, grabbing your face and pulling it harshly as you try to move your head away from his soft touch.

“Such a pretty name to such a pretty face and pussy” Lloyd says smelling your dirty hair.

Not only can he smell you but also you him. You smell a dark woody smell mixed with sweet apple. Two opposite smells, one sweet and the other a strong manly smell, but they still fit together like two sides of the same coin. Now that he’s so close, you can analyze his face, from his thick mustache to his light freckles and beautiful eyes that aren’t as dark as you remembered them to be.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask, trying not to shake out of fear.

Lloyd’s eyes move to meet yours, his eyes boring into you. He thinks for a minute, trying to ignore the beast before making a decision.

“No”

“N-No?” you look at him slightly confused. You truly thought he would kill you.

Lloyd lets go of your face and stands up and then simply walks out of the cell, not locking it. You think for a second of escaping. It’s a now or never situation, but you know you wouldn’t make it far in your condition and you are not that keen on seeing the monster in his form again, so you wait and are happy with your decision because not a second later he walks back in the cell with a bucket in his hand.

As he comes closer, you see that he is carrying a bucket filled with water and a wet cloth hanging on the side. Once in front of you, he puts the bucket down, making water splash down from the side.

“Clean up” Lloyd says, looking down at you. You nod, waiting for him to walk away, but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare at you.

You don’t know what to do; you don’t want him to watch your naked form even more. He looks like he’s waiting patiently for you to do something.

Just as you are about to grab the cloth and clean yourself, thinking he wants to watch you, he kicks your arm away from the bucket, making you wince.

“Oh, thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you” Lloyd says sarcastically. He got you something to clean up with and you don’t even bother to thank you. Typical women.

You can’t believe what you are hearing. This man, monster, who kidnapped you, raped you and hurt you wants a thank you. Not only are you confused as to his demands, but you also just learned that his name is Lloyd.

“Are you deaf!”

Lloyd’s screaming brings you back and you quickly shake your head. “Thank yo-“

“Is that what I told you to say!” he screams again.

“You told me to thank you and that’s what I-“ you can’t finish your sentence because Lloyd splashes some of the water on you.

“Say ‘thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you’. Now!”

“But-“ he sprinkles with his fingers some water on you again.

“Say. It”. You wipe your face before finally saying what Lloyd wants you to say. He grins as he stands straight again, but the grin doesn’t seem evil this time. It looks like a happy grin and if you look closely, you could see a small blush. Lloyd walks after soon after you said at, leaving you alone in the locked. Just as he’s about to walk around the corner, he turns back to you.

“Maybe you last longer than the last ones”

With that, he fully leaves, leaving your scared form alone.

The sky is pitch black and the air of the night cold as you are woken from your slumber by footsteps. You know there is only one other person in this place and you don’t want to see him. You act like you are still asleep, facing the wall, trying not to move, which is hard because you are freezing.

After you washed yourself with the bucket of water, you forgot you don’t have something to dry yourself with it or even to sit your ass on. The cold floor and the air are making you shake like crazy. You won’t be surprised if you catch a cold.

The footsteps come closer and closer. The closer they get, the more you notice those footsteps are heavy and sound like more than two feet.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize who-or what, it is.

You lay your face more into the floor, trying to sink into it, scared of what will happen soon. You can still feel his seeds inside you.

The footsteps stop in front of the cell and put a hand over your mouth. With some luck, the beast will just walk away if it sees you asleep. All hope is lost though, as the lock rattles. It rattles for some seconds before it stops.

Maybe it can’t open it in this form. Maybe it will walk away.

A scream almost leaves your lips as the beast suddenly trashes against the cell, trying to get in. It doesn’t take long before the cell door slams open. A tear slips down your cheek as the monster walks into the cell. Everything comes flashing back from when the beast was on top of you, slamming into you repeatedly. You hear it come closer and just beg god to let it be over fast. The claws of the beast turn you onto your back, but he doesn’t get on top of you. Instead of getting on top of you, the bear lays his head on your stomach, snuggling into you.

You are shocked at that action, not understanding what’s going on. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does.

You open your eyes and see the bear with closed eyes on your stomach, looking like a big puppy. As confused and freaked out as you are, you don’t complain.

He’s so warm.

After a while, when you are sure he’s 100% sure he’s asleep, you dare to put your hand on his head. He stops snoring as you do it, before continuing letting out soft snores.

You smile, seeing this huge bear be soft, even though he’s a monster-well, you don’t really know what he is.

This doesn’t mean you like him, though.

No.

[beryllineart]

Things I Plan on Doing (eventually)

What if other monsters fell into the Core and were forgotten like/instead of Gaster? I've got a good idea for Papyrus and a half baked one for Undyne.

Forget Sans remembering resets, I want to see other monsters remembering you're genocides and freaking out (ugh, that bad grammar just... ugh). I think it would be really cool to do Monster Kid.

Hear me out. Papyrus joins Ankh-Morpork's City Watch. He and Carrot are so similar (especially the Carrot we see in Guards, Guards) that I actually have a very good idea of how it would go.

Tiny Muffet.

A Muffet backstory explaining some of her personality and greed.

More Animation vs Undertale

If Majora's Mask Link fell into the Underground.

The Tale of the Neckromancer (misspelled on purpose, heh heh...)

Ace Attorney style debate/trial using my brother's D&D character (because he told me I drew him like Phoenix Wright).

Steampunk robot story

Something with these

Would you guys like a tutorial on how to compose music (or at least, how I compose music)?

DnDRune

Much Ado about Nothing hiding scenes where Alphys and Undyne are Benedick and Beatrice (no idea how it would go, I just think that's one of the funniest parts of the play)

"Lightners? More like black-and-whiteners!"

And finally, all those WIPs I have, like the How2Draw Comics (it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out a story for the mice, but I finally did, so a new entry should appear in the next week or so.)

Let me know which ones you guys most want to see!

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Boueibu Rewatch Part 5

Onto the second season! (Watched and typed this up on Tuesday, scheduled for Thursday!)

Episode One

The amount of times I audibly squealed at Kinshirou and En in this episode lol

Interesting that En's the one that didn't want to tell the council about the new monster. Normally you'd think it would be Atsushi.

Something to note... when Wombat appears, he's in fetal position then kinda jumps to attention. You know what is similar to this? His spawning in the movie trailer. So I'm really thinking that S1!Wombat and S2!Wombat are two separate entities out of the same hivemind... Like maybe the LoveMind was in a rush, and sent out an beta version of him in the first season to counteract CIDER, but for the second season (since everyone's appearances change to be more "youthful and fresh") he was able to upgrade?

OH! Something I noticed! Way back when, I took a screenshot of the airport exterior and posted it, because they misspelled "terminal" as "tarminal." But now, the version on Crunchyroll is spelled correctly. And I still have my offline versions, with and without Crunchyroll's subs, that has the error. So did they somehow change to the Bluray version? But they still don't have the pink and blue bars...

So I know green is Ibushi's color (aside from silver) but all I could think of was Ibuatsu. And then Kinshirou was wearing blue (En's color). Meanwhile, Akoya had his yellow and pink tie. (Could be Io and Ryuu, or it's a stretch but one of the twins since the VEPPer outfits have those colors... cough Akihiko cough)

Anyway, still think instead of having the twins talk to Tawarayama (which now that I think about it... is that actually supposed to be a flashback? Since they were on school grounds during the battle, but this shows them returning) they should've kidnapped Goura in that scene. Just outright eliminating the question of "are they after Goura?" and giving the Battle Lovers more motivation to fight during the season.

Episode Two

The Press Society were severely underutilized this season. Like I get their role was just to help the twins get popular when they started school, but they could've been shown more in the background here and there with the Apes...

Tofu Monster didn't really get a quality speech now that I think about it... Yumoto really just went "you're bottom of the barrel tofu" and left it at that. Like that's what the Tofu Monster had been hearing from all his classmates already, that he was lying about being special. Maybe he could've said "you don't have to try and pretend to be special in ways you're not--tofu has its own special qualities without needing to go the extra mile to impress someone!"

Also, now that I'm realizing it... The general consensus is we refer to the monsters as Loveless, right? But aside from Wombat's line in S1E1 about "loveless thinking loveless thoughts and taking loveless actions," I don't think it's used as a collective word for the monsters in the show itself?? What the Mandela Effect is going on? (Correct me if I'm wrong lol)

Episode Three

I'm still a bit peeved at Goura for telling Yumoto not to fight back against kids that were beating him up... Like, it's good to teach him not to start fights, but also that it's okay to end them!

Anyway, I love the Mic Monster's random English sprinkled into his lines lol

Io being banned from mentioning the toothbrush incident...

And then he bought all that equipment for the production lol

Anyway, happy Turkey Day to those who celebrate, and happy Day-After-Pretty Boy Day to those who don't!