#or are they standing there wings and antennae and green skin and all

[loveydoveymonsters]

this isnt a specific monster but like a sort of humanoid praying mantis x reader?? I tried finding something similar to what I have in mind but I could only find aliens not actual mantis people, and I really want that forest-cryptid kinda vibe not sci-fi space. do with this what you will :)

Well my sweet dove lets see what I can do for you, I hope you enjoy!.

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Praying For A Miracle

Hybrid!Praying Mantis x reader

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You have strayed too far from your path. A little forest nymph that's wandered too far away from their God. The night is harsh and unforgiving as you stumble through the thick bramble and bushes, desperately searching for shelter in this magical forest. Creatures of all different shapes and sizes reside here. Creatures who are seeking refuge from warmongers and poachers who would rather see their heads on spikes than on their bodies. Most of them are friendly, but there are some strays that sneak in under your God's eye, corrupted creatures that go unnoticed until it's too late. Usually, they target little nymphs like you, defenseless, weak, and delicate, you have no way of defending yourself against an attacker should you face one. That's why you shakily wander the woods searching for a tree trunk you could reside in or perhaps a friendly creature that could bring you back to your home. 

It was your own fault, you realize that you shouldn't have wandered off but you saw flowers, beautiful flowers that never bloom. You foolishly got distracted and now you're in the perilous clutches of a corrupted creature that had gotten the jump on you while you were lost in your terrified thoughts. You can't even tell what it is, it's large, and snarling, and its fangs look like they would hurt if they pierced your soft skin. You shake and tremble quietly. It's not in your nature to scream or fight. Nymphs are supposed to show kindness and love to all creatures including the ones that intend to harm them. That's why you lay there, shaking uncontrollably ready to accept your fate, your brutal death at this evil beings’ claws. Your God is nowhere to be found, probably drowning in the wine that was gifted to them during the last festival of the forest. You're afraid, yet weirdly you're at peace. You've had a very peaceful life, while your death may be violent, at least you know you've never had to worry about anything. Not predators, not starving, not becoming so dehydrated you could barely move. You've been taken care of so you guess this is the end…

The creature cries out in pain when something bites its nape. It reels back and tries to swipe at the thing currently attaching itself to its spine. You catch the sight of something green before it's gone just as quickly, the creature spinning trying to whip the hybrid off of him. You can see human legs and roughly a human body but you also see antennae, wings, and large raptorial legs that act as its hands. You honestly don't know what you're looking at but regardless of that, you're thankful for the creature's aid. As the violent creature finally shakes off the hybrid and runs off completely terrified you shakily stand and make your way over to your savior. He stands as well rushing over to check on you. Nymphs are treasured amongst non-corrupt creatures so it wasn't surprising when he immediately started fussing over you and using his raptorial arms to check you over.

“What…are you my savior? You're a hybrid of some sort but I can't seem to place the creature you're mixed with. Please do enlighten me, my hero.”

You stare as his greenish-tinted skin becomes a few shades darker as he blushes. Evidently he's not used to receiving such praise from nymphs, being called a hero and a savior is new. He doesn't dislike it but he's certainly not used to it either, it takes him a moment to recover before he can speak to you without stuttering. While he is recovering you just stare at him, wide-eyed, curious, like a child staring at a brand new toy. 

“I-I'm a praying mantis hybrid…Your God created me this way when they were first experimenting with creation. I am the result of a few failed hybrids…My name is Bleez. No need to introduce yourself little nymph I've been watching you for a while. I'm well aware of who you are although I'm not a hundred percent sure why you're wandering the woods alone.”

“Oh, I strayed from my usual path and stopped to smell some flowers. I guess I walked too far away and couldn't find my path again so I guess I was just looking for a guide to help me find my way home! Or somewhere to stay for the night. I'm sure I'd have better luck if I could actually see where I was going.”

“You're welcome to stay with me, I don't live far from here, come. There are far worse creatures than that one in this part of the woods.”

Before you can respond he lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder, stumbling slightly at how light you are to him. All nymphs are light though regardless of their body type, they're essentially made of pure air and the spirit of the God themselves. You look back at him, turning your body and just sitting on his shoulder noticing how his wings stretch out and cover his body. You tilt your head, analyzing his features once again. It's rare to see a hybrid, let alone a hybrid insect yet here you are, riding on the shoulder of one, one that risked his life to save you when he did not need to. 

“So Bleez, you say my God created you? How come I've never seen you before? I've been alive for quite a long time you know.”

“I've kept myself hidden, I'm not exactly confident in my appearance. Other creatures run from me even though I'm not a predator, it started to hurt after a while so I just sheltered myself away. Plus there was no way a beautiful nymph like you was ever going to notice me.”

You stare at his face for a minute, just now noticing the extra long mouth parts coming from the corner of his lips. It must help him eat meat and prey if he does decide to become a predator. You don't see anything wrong with him though, you don't understand why other creatures are afraid of him. Then again you don't understand why creatures are afraid of predators either. You're designed to love all creatures equally and you find them all equally beautiful, equally handsome, yet there was something about this one, perhaps it's the fact that he saved you. That made you just a little bit more loving.

“What are you talking about? You look amazing. My hero is the handsomest hybrid in the world!”

He nearly drops you when you say that but thankfully he arrived at his home in a tree trunk, the tree is as wide as a small cabin. He opens the side of the trunk and sets you down on the soft padding that he uses as his bed before shutting the trunk behind him and lighting a lantern as well as a fire to keep you warm. The magic of your forest amazes you sometimes, the fact that a small home can fit into the trunk of a tree without any worry of the tree being set ablaze by the fireplace makes you stare at it in awe. He awkwardly stands beside you, before sitting on the floor and pulling out a cast iron cauldron to make you some soup. He's taking care of you, nymphs are precious, nymphs are everything, that's what he's been taught since he was little. He sees why, you're so innocent, so pure, you must be protected at all costs and he wants to make sure you're fed and kept warm and you enjoy your stay for however long you reside with him.

The soup is good and healthy, and you remain nice and warm throughout the night. He slept on the floor and gave you a ton of wool blankets to keep you comfortable while he slept with a small sheet that you could almost see through because of how thin it was. About halfway through the night, you woke up to his teeth chattering, looking over the makeshift bed to see him shaking and trembling. You weren't having that at all, you were a guest in his house but that didn't mean you had to be treated like royalty. You knew he would argue if you tried to get him to climb into bed with you so instead you joined him on the floor. Wrapping all of the large wool blankets around both of you before curling into his back, hoping your body heat would be enough to comfort him, the human in him must be ice cold. You flinched when you brushed against his arm and felt the true temperature of his body. Regardless of how uncomfortable you were you went back to sleep and you slept well, especially when he stopped shivering which reassured you that he was finally sleeping peacefully himself.

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The next morning came soon enough, you awoke to the smell of eggs as he once again cooked for you. You realized you were back in bed and you looked out of his window in the trunk only to see chickens, cows, a bunch of barn animals outside. He does absolutely everything he can not to go into civilization which means raising these animals to get the ingredients he needs for food and nourishment. You find that impressive, he's built his own little world just outside of the outskirts of the center of the forest where most of the creatures live. You turn to him taking note of his abdomen and the scars over it and you watch as his antennae twitch before he turns to you having sensed your movement. 

“Good morning little nymph! I've made you food and here’s some milk to drink. I figured we could start heading back to your home as soon as you're done eating. People are probably worried about you.”

You eat your food, staring at him in awe. He's so caring, so kind. 

“Oh, no one's worried about me. Nymphs go missing all the time eventually we all wind up getting replaced. Hey, how'd you get those scars? Have you fought very many predators out here?”

“I would rather not discuss that with you nymph. Doesn't that bother you? That nobody would miss you if you were gone? I'd be so concerned I'd search the entire forest before even thinking about “replacing” you.”

“Aw that's sweet, are you starting to like me yet? Sounds like it.”

“H-Hardly…let's get going, you certainly did stray far because we're not exactly close to any nymph nests. Would you like to ride on my shoulder again? You were quite light so I don't mind.”

“Actually I think I'd rather stay here so that's what I'm going to do okay?”

He stares at you for a little while, a strange smile on his face as if he didn't really register what you said. When it did click though he looked at you completely shocked, he's dead quiet as he tried to ponder what to say next, he's got nothing, this was such a strange situation for him, no creature had ever flat-out told him they were going to stay with him before. This little nymph just pushed him straight over the edge into a massive pit of anxiety and confusion. 

“......Huh?”

“I want to stay with you! You have such a beautiful home and I'm sure I could be of use to you and helping to tend to your creatures! Plus you said you'd miss me if I was gone.”

“No no no no no. I said I would be worried if you randomly went missing. There's a difference there. Why would you want to stay here?...No it's absolutely out of the question I'm bringing you home now.”

“You absolutely are not. I'm not going with you willingly so you'd be forced to hurt me if you're trying to transport me. I will scream Bleez don't test me.”

“You are absolutely infuriating, if you insist on staying here then stay here! I highly doubt you'll last more than a day without any type of socialization. Nymphs are social creatures, I know all about them you need to be around people. You'll be begging to go home within a day.”

“Why would I need to be around people when I have you?”

He groans in frustration before storming off, leaving the small home in the tree trunk to go tend to his barn animals. Yet he did not argue with you after that, in the coming days, he found himself enjoying your company, willing you to stay longer even if you started getting bored. You didn't start getting bored, like you said before you don't need other people when you have him. As long as you can socialize with one person you won't become lonely, you won't start craving that social attention that most nymphs need. You thought eventually he would get tired of you and force you to leave yet he didn't. He in fact encouraged you to stay and cheered you on whenever you helped him reign in his sheep and cattle. He was proud of you, of how far you came in such a short amount of time. Little did he know you would only continue to grow, no longer weak and defenseless. You wanted to protect your new home so he started teaching you how to defend yourself, how to defend your creatures. Eventually, he found himself wanting to sleep with you more, wanting to be by you, craving you more than anything. His antennae twitch whenever you're around, and his wings stretch and hug you tightly whenever you're close enough. He's falling for you, and he's falling fast, his large eyes stay locked on you whenever you're out in the fields that surround his tree. His long mouth parts rub against each other in an attempt to stimulate him at least a little bit…This is starting to be quite the problem. 

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It all comes to a head six months after you started living with him. He climbed into bed with you and for the first time in his life, he felt, hard, insanely hard. Painfully erect as he pressed against you. There's no way you didn't feel it either, the way your eyes widened and you turned to stare at him. It was obvious he had no experience, he'd been isolated since the day he was born. He had no interest in ever acting on whatever urges he had so eventually he just didn't feel them anymore. But now that he had the potential to have a lover, someone to mate with it was driving him insane. The mantis in him was also worried, aware that females tend to eat the heads of the male once they finish their mating ritual however he's aware you aren't a mantis so he should be just fine. He doesn't even know if you want him though, he's not exactly attractive to most people, to most beings that is. However, you never once shied away from him, you always treated him like he was special and yet also normal. You've seen so many creatures that you probably are attracted to him in the way he's attracted to you, he shouldn't be afraid but he is. He can barely stutter out the next words that leave his mouth. 

“H-Help me…P-Please.”

You smile, gently kissing one of the mouthparts. This beautiful nymph couldn't possibly be trying to comfort him yet you are. You shift between his legs rubbing your thighs against his slacks, knowing that he's hurting. You kiss his lips gently, reaching behind him to stroke his wings, your other hand moving to his antennae. You're stimulating every single part of him, he's losing his mind in pleasure, his hips moving erratically. He can't control it, he's sorry but before he can stop he finds himself spilling all over your thighs making them sticky as you continue to stroke his most sensitive spots. You don't stop until he's hard again until he's needy and aching for you. Begging for you to touch him, begging you for more and more until he can't take it anymore. Then without you having to even do anything he cums again completely untouched. Just a thought of being inside you was enough to stimulate him to the point that he was a panting, blubbering mess. 

“F-Fuck…Fuck more, give me more please I need it. I'll be good I promise. Please please please-”

He moans desperately when you lift your leg, keeping him on his side and letting him slide between your thighs. You don't want him to roll over and crush his wings. You traced the patterns on his wings as you took his hard cock and positioned him at your slick entrance…He moved on instinct, shoving himself inside of you, nearly finishing right then and there but not wanting to disappoint you. He forces himself to stop moving, panting into your neck, licking up the column of your throat before using his long mouth parts to bite down on you remarkably hard, making you bleed. You cried out in pain and he apologized but he bit you again. He needed to do something to anchor himself or he was going to lose his mind, he started moving. Slow grinding thrusts that had you feeling every single inch of him. His wings flapped and slapped his back, the sound distracting you but you're brought right back into the moment when he suddenly starts moving fast, hard, he once again can't control his hips.

“I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. You feel so fucking good so good I'm gonna-”

He spills inside you, his raptorial arms wrapped around you tightly as he prods at you, that's his way of checking on you, trying to show that he cares. He pulled out of your slick a mix of your juices falling out of you. The both of you lay there panting, it was quick, it was needy, it was absolutely perfect. He stares at you for a long while before suddenly breaking the silence, wanting to talk to you, wanting to hear your voice, wanting to know if you enjoyed him even though he was fairly new at this. 

“Are you…okay? Did you enjoy it?”

Your giggling was music to his ears. Your smile is his sun.

“Yes I enjoyed myself thoroughly…who knew your antennae would be so sensitive.”

You caress his head right around the base of his antennae and he shutters.

“D-Don't do that.”

You pull your hand away and kiss him softly, caressing his cheeks and then reaching down to caress his scars. 

“Do you still want to know what happened? How I got these scars?”

“Only if you're comfortable with telling me.”

He hesitates for a moment before sighing, caressing your hair, and finally speaking.

“I told you how your God created me right?”

“Yes, although you didn't seem too happy about it.”

“I was a nymph once. I used to be just like you until I stole from your God so they turned me human and kept me imprisoned until they decided to fuse me with a creature. I had a choice but I didn't choose the creature they wanted so they fused me with the mantis. It was painful, agonizing. I suppose I deserved it. I knew what would come if I got caught stealing from a god. The torture I endured is something I would never wish on anyone little nymph.”

“...I'm so sorry Bleez I don't know what else to say.”

“There's nothing else to say, my love. I simply wanted you to know because you were curious. Rest now when you wake in the morning I'll make you some breakfast and we'll go for a walk on the same trail we met. How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice…Goodnight, my love”

“Goodnight.”

From that moment on everything changed, you were his and he was yours. All the trauma, all the agony, all the abandonment you worked through it together, and eventually he was able to overcome the fear he had of your God and rejoined society long enough to get officially wed to you. That was all he needed you. A little nymph that got lost in the woods, a little nymph that was praying for a miracle. He just so happened to answer.

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[theaestheticsromance]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 - 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭

Art done by @Rottincotton

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Tyler Hartfelt 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Loa of Death and Shadow 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Hellborn (Moth Demon)  𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Transman 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 400+ physically 35 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:  Married Alastor 10 years after he died 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩��𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Owner of the burlesque club Shadowplay Speakeasy  𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Pidge 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Baron Samedi, Lazlo Cravenworths and Lucifer (TV)

Appearance: 

Tyler’s appearance resembles that of a death's head moth with sharp angular features. He is somewhat slender, standing 9ft tall with greyish skin and an extra set of arms just above the hips. His hands, forearms and lower legs are a reddish dark brown eventually getting darker towards his hands and then fading back into the grey towards his upper bits. On his face, he has a skull design and pitch-black eyes with no pupils or irises which are only shown when feeling high amounts of certain emotions he has yellowish almost white pupils. 

The inside of his mouth is a dark grey with cream almost white sharp teeth lining the top and bottom accompanied by an elongated yellow tongue. He has short dirty blonde hair with two fluffy feather antennae of different browns and yellows. Around his neck and along his chest sits a fluffy boa-like fur consisting of a dark reddish brown and a happy trail on his stomach, Tyler also has two top surgery scars that he loves showing off with pride. 

Tyler's genitalia is as one would say unique, instead of just having male parts or female parts he has both well kinda. His genitalia work similar to how lizards and dolphins essentially have a cloaca where it retracts inside and only comes out when turned on or in use.   

His wings are similar to Valentino's and how he uses them but with the colour scheme being yellows, blacks and many different browns the same colour palette you would often see on a dead head moth. Tyler's wings are extremely soft to the touch and very fluffy with reddish fur lining the edges and are usually wrapped around his body acting as a type of coat or cloak depending on what outfits he chooses to wear them with.

WIP will update when done but art done by @az-roser

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Tyler's outfits are inspired by the 18th century to the late 19th century and refuses to wear anything else with most of his clothes being custom-made with the help of Rosie over in cannibal town. But he does have Three signature looks that he likes to parade around hell.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 outfit consists of his wing cloak, a once-white now faded cream poet shirt with puffy sleeves, large frills on the front, black lace-up shoes, and dark grey formal pants. 

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 favourite outfit is dedicated to his husband Alastor with a brooch on his fluff that resembles Alastor's microphone. He wears brown formal pants, a faded black tunic, a dark red striped vest with black buttons adorning each side, and brown formal shoes.   

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 outfit is a satin dark blue tunic with puffy sleeves, a brown striped vest with black lining, a greyish green scarf accompanied by a black gem, long brown striped pants, and black and white formal shoes. 

Art done by @az-roser

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: The outfits that Tyler wears for his drag shows consist of a mixture of Victorian dresses with a lot of lace and puffy sleeves some showing more skin than the average Victorian style dress would show.

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭: Tyler’s night clothes are quite simple before he met Alastor it would simply be nothing at all, but since then out of respect for Alastor’s old-fashioned ways of decency, he now wears a short cream silk/lace nightgown along with a matching robe. On colder nights and when he gets up to make breakfast Tyler will wear a set of cotton long pants and a burgundy cable knit sweater.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

At first glance, he can seem extremely intimidating but underneath his hard gaze and rigid posture are just all-out golden retriever vibes and love when demons/sinners and humans give him attention or compliments by adding more fuel to the fire of his ego and you will never see his cold, sadistic, downright terrifying side that he is known for.   

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜: Tyler is the epitome of charm and charisma. He can effortlessly captivate anyone with his smooth words and seductive demeanour.

𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭: Tyler is highly eloquent and sophisticated, adding to his mysterious and alluring aura. He speaks with a rich vocabulary and a confident tone.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭: Behind his charming facade lies a sharp and analytical mind. Tyler is quick-witted and able to adapt to any situation that's given to him by using his words to bite back most of the time otherwise it's his teeth. 

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Tyler sees himself as a homme fatale and uses his charm and seductive nature to get what he wants mainly using this skill on Valentino and the rest of the V’s to mess around with them. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Despite his manipulative nature towards the V’s, Tyler is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect his loved ones, especially Alastor. 

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Now looking at the 9ft moth you may expect him to be a hardcore dom when it comes to the bedroom but in reality, it just depends on the partner he's with at the time, since marrying Alastor he fits the criteria of a pleasure dom and sometimes on the rare occasion where Alastor was being an attention seeking brat than he would use a much harder but effective disciplinary method in their sessions or Tyler will sometimes let Alastor take charge but that's very rare.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚: Sex is Tyler's playground, he loves finding out what makes his sexual partners tick and moan by exploring new ways to get them utterly cock drunk. He loves trying out new things and has an endless supply of equipment to try out.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫: Kinky sex, dominance, submission, power play, rigging and other things that seem out the norm during sex, Tyler finds pleasure in the thrill of it all whether that be making his partners squirm from being tied up and edged to the max or showing them who really in charge when it come to the bedroom.  

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫: Tyler loves focusing more on their partner's pleasure rather than their own pleasure. This means he tends to focus more on giving their partner the pleasure rather than themselves honestly as long as they are enjoying and are sent into a subspace that's all Tyler needs to finish. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜: To be completely honest after meeting Alastor Tyler has become such a romantic when it comes to the bedroom and cares about the emotions and intimacy with Alastor even if he tries to get Tyler to go harder on him it is always filled by sweet words of “I Love You” which Alastor hates.

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

Other than being a loa spirit for the humans up topside he is also an owner of a very successful 1900-themed burlesque club called the Shadowplay Speakeasy which is always hidden and changes location throughout the many alleyways across Hell’s sevens rings but since meeting Alastor he now resides in the Pride ring. The reason for this was to create a place where sinners and hellborns could come for the amazing drinks, music, performances, aesthetics and overall appreciation of how Tyler treats his employees and clients who use Shadowplay as a sanctuary to get away from being exploited and abused by other demons, especially Valentino. 

Which is how he would later come to know Angel Dust and eventually take him under his wings. He does a variety of different performances including drag shows on occasion and sometimes performs at Ozzie’s with the King of Lust himself who he is still really good friends with despite being in a friends-with-benefits type relationship in the past and has now become Ozzie’s and Fizz’s number one shipper.

When on the stage he goes either by Lady or Pidge where he gets to show his more feminine side when out on stage but would later take on the name Maman of Shadows as a result of his employees (mainly Angel Dust)  

𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬:

𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬: Tyler has the ability to conjure and create shadows as the result of being idolised by topside as the Loa of The Shadows and Death and often sees his shadows as friends rather than a means to gain power. Like any parent, Tyler does have favourites among his Shadows with Wybie being his right-hand shadow/personal shadow.

𝐖𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Wybie has been with Tyler from the very start, with him stating that his shadow was created before he came into existence. For a demon's shadow, he has a very cheerful and outgoing personality, especially towards Alastor's shadow Ozul and can be very touchy towards the ones he feels comfortable around and usually tries to flirt with Ozul daily.  (Inspiration Aziraphale) 

𝐎𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐨: Tyler created Ozul by giving Alastor's shadow life after he had mastered shadow work. Now unlike Wybie Ozul is an exact copy of Alastor but that's just the front he puts up as the result of him being the Radio Demons shadow like all shadows. They look up to their counterparts but he is such a sweetheart deep down that only Tyler and Wybie can bring out when they have their alone time together which Alastor hates. The one thing Ozul and Alastor share in common though is how to show their affection towards Tyler and Wybie, with Alastor not being a very good teacher when it comes to how you show affection towards someone you like and has learnt that to show love is to act defensive towards Wybie but luckily just like Tyler, his shadow knows that it's just a front. (Inspiration Crowley)

He is also able to physically touch and feel the shadows without going straight through their forms like others can and can also sense if someone may have the potential to harness the shadows which is how he first came across Alastor.  

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: As a result of being in tune with the shadows, he can create portals with them and use them to travel around the many rings of hell but only if there are shadows. Being the Loa of death he is the watcher of cemeteries up topside and the guardian between the living and the dead meaning he can travel to earth by either altar or a funeral with his vèvè on the tombstone. His vèvè depicts a tomb with a cross and two coffins, symbolising death.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦: Other than English he is also fluent in French and Cajun French because of his ties with New Orleans as a loa spirit and occasionally visited topside during the 1700-1900.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: His demonic form is more skeletal than normal with his body being more sharp and angular in most places making him incredibly lanky, his eyes are pure white showcasing no shine or glint. For height, just like Alastor’s demon form Tyler is incredibly huge standing between 15-16ft. At the corners of his mouth are white stitches that make him smile, showcasing sharp jagged teeth. For his hands, they become longer and sharper like razorblades and if in the close vicinity, you will be able to hear a thousand different voices scream and cry out loud from his many shadows.

𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬: Not to be confused with Valentino's repugnant imitational smoke bullshit Tyler has the ability or rather a skill set as he doesn't consider this a power to use against others since Tyler is a moth demon he can produce pheromones that smell like a mixture of sandalwood, pink pepper and leather musk that can increase there partner's libido while also acting as a type of relaxation if directly smelled from his scent glands. 

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲: Tyler is immune to most chemical agents including Valentino's smoke and is unable to be put under his spell.

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠: As a result of having an extra pair of arms Tyler can multitask whether that be holding a glass of wine while he cooks or reading a book while Alastor is lying down on his chest and tracing his back. 

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 The perks of being a moth demon is that Tyler can fly although he doesn't use them to. Just like Valentino Tyler can also use his wings to create powerful gusts of wind and other than being an asset when it comes to combat they are also used as a piece of clothing from wearing a long cloak to a coat or shawl Tyler can alternate the style of his wings.

𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 Since being a part of the loa spirits and also practises voodoo Tyler can perform rituals and magic and can conjure objects at will.

[periwinklemoonlight]

I AM VERY INTERESTED I LOVE HEARING THOUGT PROCESSES AND ITS SO CLEAR HOW MUCH PASSION AND CARE WAS PUT INTO YOUR ZINE PIECE

AHH THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! i have so many thoughts i dont know where to begin LMAO ill start with the outfit designs first!!

to start things off, every design has one specific colour in mind to represent that hermit! pearl - blue, gem - green, impulse - yellow, doc - black/gray, and grian - red! (everyone's nails are painted their colour) every design was deliberately punk-inspired, since during the king arc the soup group was a force of resistance against the monarchy's tyranny :P therefore, the soup group are the main focus of the art and their designs are intentionally made so that they stand out more from the other two, though i made sure they were all unique in one aspect or another :] let's go character by character now! (i'm including all my initial design sketches + some inspo photos too)

pearl - she's the lead singer of soup group, along with playing the electric guitar! her design features a double tank top + low rise big pant combo, moon motifs of course, and two distinct shades of blue! The darker one is seen throughout her hair and outfit, while the lighter one in her moth antenna is reflected in her guitar. the main inspiration for her look was avril lavigne, which is also what influenced me to add those fun blue hair streaks :D on her shirt i wanted to have a sort of skeletal moth/butterfly design!!

gem - the keytar! i wanted to make sure that gem and pearl's designs looked very distinct from each other, so i went for a slightly different vibe with gem's! her design is based more off of the plaid skirts, big boots, and fishnet looks i found while looking through early 2000s lip service magazine scans (as well as some hayley williams looks!!) :D additionally, shes got vine tattoos over her body to call back to her nature elf vibe this season!

impulse - the drummer of course!! for his look, i wanted to go a little more anarcho-punk (since its a much older punk style and hes the oldest member of soup group LOL), so his vest jacket has got a bunch of diy additions like patches, pins, paperclips, and chains, along with a bunch of spikes!! in my mind, the back of his jacket has probably got a whole lot more patches, spikes, and studs :] beyond that, i made sure to give him lots of piercings (though my options were limited since s9 impy has a beard lol), and stretched earlobes for fun!! ideally his pants would also have a lot more patches and fun bits, but since his legs would be entirely covered by his drums in the final piece i went for something simpler

doc - an opener and feature on the song! since he's not part of the soup group, his design is quite a bit simpler than the others in terms of both look and concept :] his look is monochrome save for his robotic red parts and green skin, but still looks interesting thanks to that fun leather jacket :D his look is purposefully more reminiscent of a 50's style greaser, i wanted to go for an older fashion style to make him look more intimidating/mature, as well as set him apart from the look of soup group since the perimeter was an independent nation in the king arc!

grian - another feature/opener! design wise? hes literally just green day i can't even lie like the pun was perfect and also the black shirt + red tie combo is iconic and also fits his look so effortlessly it had to be done LMAO also, if you look closely in the final piece you can see he's wearing eyeshadow! this of course is again because hes grian day /silly. but to be real, i think this style also fits him really well since the tie + spikes & studs combo gives the look that sorta rebellious vibe that was all over his videos during the king arc :]

AND NOW FOR THE INSTRUMENTS!! this segment is thankfully much shorter

pearl's guitar is of course a nod to my design for her and her moth wings! butterfly guitars are harder to draw than you'd think LOL

gem's keytar has got a vine design all over it to match her tattoos

impulse's drum set has got the soup group punk band logo! the logo design may honestly be my favourite part of the piece, i feel like i really nailed what i was going for :D

and thats it! i'll edit this post or rb with any details i missed if they come to mind! thank u for reading anyone who has made it this far <3

[ratsoh-writes]

Meet some more new monster types!

Ogres:

One of the more humanoid monsters. They are very large, standing between 7-9 feet on average, and have leathery skin coming in shades of greens, dark browns and greys. These monsters have pointed ears, no hair, and their arms are slightly longer than what the average humans would be to their proportions. The feet and hands of these monsters are also very large, with big claws on toes and fingers to match. Every ogre has two large fangs sticking out from their bottom layer of teeth. Some have smaller top fangs as well. Ogres can be known to have horns and short tails as well but it’s not common.

Ogres can be found in any au, but are most common in undertale, underfell and the Drake AUs. These monsters are believed to be closely related to the goblins

An ogre mage is called an orc. These children of half ogres and humans are identified by their height, stocky builds and of course the fangs. Ogres are a monster species that were known for having a preference for human mates, so those mages used to be common before the monster human war.

Ogres are intelligent and prideful monsters. They’re known for being incredibly competitive and many are athletes,work in physical education, or are in the royal guard or police force. It’s common sense to never challenge an ogre to anything unless you’re certain you’ll win.

Ogres are monsters with an affinity for weapon summoning magic and are known for having high defense stats.

Swiftees:

These adorable fluffy monsters appear as large cotton balls with the back legs of a rabbit, forearms of a cat, antenna of a moth and small sparrow beaks. They most commonly have two large eyes but some are known to have four. Their fur comes in a large range of colors from pastels, bright vibrant hues and even neutrals. However their fur is never dark enough to be considered a jewel tone.

They are a medium sized monster standing between 4.5-6 feet tall. Their eye/ecto color only appears as darker jewel tones, contrasting their fur.

Swiftees are monsters most commonly found in the bird AUs, and are known to have more moth like wings than actual feathered wings. They’re not seen in any aquatic AUs.

Swiftees are jumpy skittish monsters. It’s generally assumed it’s because of their low defense. These monsters really can’t take a hit. But they have incredible immune systems and rarely get sick. All Swiftees adore shiny objects.

These monsters are pure air affinity and are born with an ability to slow or speed up their falls at will. So these cuties just don’t take fall damage lol.

Bugbears:

Like the name suggests, these monsters best resemble bears in the face and body shape. Their thick fur comes in all kinds of shades of browns, greys and occasionally blues. These monsters are massive, averaging around 9-12 feet tall. What sets them apart from normal bears is of course having thumbs, a more human like looking pair of eyes and bone like spines that poke out of the fur of their neck.

Bugbears are most common in fell AUs where they thrived in the harsher cultures. There are no bugbears from gastertale

These monsters are aggressive and temperamental, and are known for having a strong taste for meat and sweets. Most bugbears work in the food industry, and are highly loyal to their favorite food brands. The majority of bugbear fights that police have to break up is because of one bear dissing another bears favorite food lol.

Bugbears are the only mammal resembling monster with a poison affinity. These monsters come with the ability to poison enemies with the spines on their necks. The poison works like a fire ants. It just f*cking hurts. Some bugbear families also have a strong affinity for fire magic.

[of-void-and-stars]

ID: Pixelart on a square canvas of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives in @wtpthedemon‘s Spiritfarer AU.

Martin is the spiritfarer, he has light skin, curly reddish brown hair with a white streak at the front, as well as large, round, fog covered glassed. He wears black trousers and a dark blue striped jumper, as well as a mint capelet that uses the everlight, a greenish yellow brooch, as clasp. Jon has moth traits. He is slightly shorter than Martin with brown skin, long black hair with grey streaks that’s mostly hidden in a braid behind his back and greenish yellow eyes, the same colour as the everlight. They have four arms, a fuzzy collar, moth wings, and antennae. All the moth traits are in shades of brown aside from greenish yellow eyes on both of the wings. Jon is wearing a green jumper over a white collared shirt, as well as a grey skirt.

The two of them are standing fairly close to each other on a grass covered hill under a starry night sky, Jon’s gaze directed at Martin. In the top left of the visible sky is a crescent moon, both on the bright part on the moon and on the dark part of the moon, craters are visible. The stars vary in brightness, most of them are specks but there are a few bigger ones. In the grass next to Jon is a single marigold flower, their spiritflower. End ID

The fic this is for, written as part of the TMA Big Bang, is as of yet unfinished, but it’s definitely something to keep an eye out for!

[fountainpenguin]

"But does he know you call me when he sleeps? Or does he know the pictures that you keep?" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 36 - “Watcher 2 (BigB)”

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With Bdubs and Martyn missing in action, drama goes down at the phantom flock. BigB listens in. He and Grian discuss their relationship… and Grian's new "necklace."

Also, several people beg Scott's blessing to go aboveground. It's like they've forgotten it's anarchy out there…

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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bigbst4tz2 - Moth (Ex-Illusioner)

Status: Always listening

City inspector, private investigator, and town crier

🖤  🖤  🖤

This is a flock dynamic BigB's never seen before. He sits on the coffered beams of the pergola, watching the empty dance floor and two distinct groups below with his chin cradled in his hand. Antennae lifted, of course, because there's a lot of yelling going on and BigB always listens. Jimmy sprawls across the beams beside him, chin cupped in his hands, feet swinging back and forth in the air. "I hope our side wins," he whispers, and BigB gives him a glance without comment.

The phantoms are pushing the line. Bdubs lost his rank. Martyn lost his life. False is acting captain right now, shirtless and everything to flaunt the places her wing muscles meld with body, but that's not going over well. No surprise, when you think about it. It's a full moon night and New Star Station's hosting refugees. Once the Fox Dragon's captain caught word their flock dropped down to the third in line, she just did what any cap' would do. She's getting them under her wing. She might even think of moving in.

He can see Pixlriffs and iCam from here, standing with False as she tries to shepherd the lower-ranked flockmates together. There's a lot of pretty words spilling from the foreign captain's mouth. BigB never did get her name, but she last respawned as the red variant… and those bright wings are attracting a lot of attention. "Down here, you're bound by contract," she's saying, and phantoms are listening with pricked-up ears. "If you follow me, you can try all the flavors you want. No more waiting for online activity to tick low just to find out these guys are logging off with portals. Up there, we eat like royalty. In fact, with illagers on the menu, we might BE eating royalty!"

Hmm. This should be interesting…

"HEY! HEY, break it up!"

BigB flicks up his antennae. That's Bdubs. So he did get off the farm server before the hub's core went down. When BigB turns his head, there he is- Here comes Bdubs tearing through the streets, face flushed blue and mossy shawl flapping at his neck. The hood's fallen back. A rush of white sparks stream from the back of his neck and wrists. Grian's right beside him, looking startled and lost. He's got a green sweater on and a funny cap with a bill on both ends. Is that some kind of cosplay? The sight's a bit much. BigB glances off, fighting down the blue sparks crackling up his own skin. He bends one antenna and chews the fluffy end.

"What's THIS? HEY! Stop charming my flock!"

"I mean, it's her right," Jimmy murmurs, lips squished in his hand. "She may not have a banner, but she's the captain, y'know?"

"I guess?" It's easier to look with the F5 eyes up. BigB stays where he is atop the pergola, hidden above the hanging lanterns. No one's really glanced at him or Jimmy yet, or at least not called him out as being here. He didn't exactly draw attention to himself. And Jimmy's only here because he followed BigB from movie and macaroni night at Ren's. Not much point in sticking around once Ren slipped out. Not with four foxes who only want to watch cartoons and slasher stories.

Jimmy looks up then, his eyes dark brown without their online glow. He's smiling without a care. BigB gazes back without twitching so much as a wing. Does Jimmy know how many people envy the private world he lives in, with his quiet thoughts? Somehow, despite dating Scott years ago, he dodged around politics and charmed everyone with words and deed. Jimmy just gets people. He draws them into his parties, greets them warmly, and introduces them to all his other friends. And he talks, and he laughs, and he lights every room.

What I wouldn't give to talk to people like you can. I just… They tire me out. And it's so hard to get excited about New Star Station and its messy politics (its rules) when your days are long and you've been flying back and forth and you are so, so tired… and there are Roblox hubs to slip away and rest in instead.

Bdubs slows to a jog, taking position next to False, iCam, and Pixlriffs. False holds up one hand, trying to move back in front. Bdubs pushes her back with a hand on her bare flesh, growling low. "Rosejoy, stand down. MY team."

"Have you been drinking invisibility potions? You're missing some wings, 'Captain.' And eating out of turn, by the looks of it."

Jimmy chuckles. Bdubs grits his fangs. He's definitely twitching, rolling his shoulders in imitation of the wings he doesn't have. He's letting off thick waves of white sparks. Even his own flock are staring. Grian's off on the side now, resting his hands on his waist as he surveys the whole thing. BigB knows he shouldn't look. He doesn't really want to know. But he does check. And Grian's not wearing any courtship favors.

Huh. Does Bdubs not actually have a claim on him?

Never mind. It's not important. There's a whole argument breaking out now. False is mortified, struggling to pull the last shreds of respect she has together, pushing Bdubs out of the way. Martyn's not around. Bdubs is pushing- breaking rank. Rosejoy watches this, loosely swinging her tail and showing her wings, as the rest of her flock watches in silence behind her. Everything's a mess right now.

And Rosejoy's anarchy. Phantom hybrids don't really need portals- if a hub starts going under, the phantoms are the first to ditch. And it goes the other way, too- a hub without a phantom flock to break up fights, clean people's code, or feed energy through the system and into the hub flower can go real bad real quick. You gotta watch for warning signs. BigB knows this because he always listens.

What a mess. Shirts are off. "Where is Martyn?" BigB murmurs against his knuckles. Rosejoy definitely pushed at him on Monday, basically sniffing the edges of his turf and nipping to see how hard she could bite before he lashed out. From what BigB heard, Martyn held his own.

But Martyn isn't here right now. So Rosejoy is testing False.

And Bdubs isn't letting False stand her ground.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

Virgil glanced around his room, before daring to open the window just a crack- after all, the temperature inside was wild! He then locked it and sighed, slipping out of his clothing. And his binder. It was just too hot for that right now. The small one then quickly put on a baggy shirt and sighed, clambering onto his bed. "Fuck... it's well hot" he uttered, yawning as he yeeted the covers to the ground.

"Legit, nope". He gave another yawn as he settled down to sleep- mumbling softly to himself.

About an hour after Virgil fell asleep there was the sound of a very tiny and small giggle coming from outside his window. A moment later there was a line of dark green glitter emerging from underneath the cracked open window. That glitter flew closer to Virgil's bedside, and then a small flutter happened in the air.

Just like that a man stood before Virgil's bed. A very tall man of about 7 feet and a pair of what looked like dark green wings appeared from this man's back. Those wings though looked like massive green leaves. This man had dark skin with almost black hair that was so long it needed to be braided in the back. In his bangs were streaks of grey hair. On top of his head was what looked like antennas that glowed a green color at the tip. He had a dark mustache. And his eyes were glowing a bright green color. He had on a black outfit that was puffy on the bottom and his shoulders. And throughout that outfit was bits of green here and there that seemed to shine in the darkness.

He grinned ear to ear as he stared down at Virgil's sleeping form. And then he opened his mouth.

"get up, Virgil Storm. It is time to enter your new life!"

His voice, this beings voice, seemed to echo throughout this building, the earth itself. And through Virgil himself. Without being subconscious of it, Virgil would find himself standing up from the bed without having no say in it. Or having any control of his body.

[dragonlizard89]

Water Striders - Chapter 1

A blackwater river moved with the patience of centuries round the bend where Tanin stood. Beside him rested his strider. Sunbeams glistened on the shallow waters in such a way that the surface was the color of rust close to him, yet an eerie green farther ahead. Tanin’s breath was hushed as he eyed the bend ahead, seeing what he did not want to see. The strider next to him chirped restlessly by rubbing its wings together.

“Shh, shh…” said Tanin. He patted its big brown head until it quieted. The water strider’s vocalization was just one noise in the din of wildlife that pressed upon them from all sides.

Tanin hesitated, but the slow current urged him on. He sloshed forward, shins half enveloped and toes and feet massaged by the sand and the rocks until he reached the small island in the middle of the murky waters.

The dark dirt and mat of dead leaves were cool and mushy under bare feet. He knelt and inspected the dead campfire for a few minutes as his water strider’s antennae flicked around. The reports of an outsider in the area were true. He estimated the fire was a day old before walking back to the water’s edge beside a set of footprints not his own. They trailed westward, ending at the water. On the west bank there’ll surely be a corresponding set, Tanin thought. He whistled to his strider and had it flit over to the bank ahead of him. He walked into the stream from where the footprints ended to the opposite bank, slightly nudged by the slow current, trying to approximate the path the outsider took a day earlier.

With a slosh, he ascended onto land, passing his strider. His brown breeches extended to his knees so only the bottom hems were slightly darkened wet.

“Wait here,” he said to his strider.

He walked upstream for about one hundred feet and, not finding the trail, turned back downstream. Soon he found tramped grass and broken branches, telltale signs of something big passing through. He walked alongside the trail until he saw a few half-formed human footprints in a muddy patch of dirt. Tanin carried on until he got farther from the water and the dirt grew drier. The trail soon ran cold. He tried to put himself in the mind of the outsider. What would the stranger be looking for? Where would he turn? He puzzled over it a time but, the answer still not within his grasp, he returned to the small river where his strider waited for him. He would report back and search again later, he decided.

He hopped on the water strider and bent down to whisper in its ear, “Home, boy.”

The big bug’s powerful legs tensed as it gathered itself only to release the pent up energy a moment later in a great leap upriver, its hollow lightweight wings opening to afford it a landing of grace and skill and lessened impact. It lurched upriver, navigating the water with speed.

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Tanin hopped off his strider’s back and his feet hit the well-tread ground softly. He removed an alligator-skin bridle from the strider’s chest and neck, slung it over his shoulder, and then took a pair of moccasins from where they hung with string from the strider’s neck. He slipped them on then walked up the dirt path that ran parallel to a peaceful brook, leaving his strider at the wading pool. It tossed its head around, no longer constricted by its human, and flicked its antennae to and fro for a few moments before walking nonchalantly off to join a group of fellow striders at the far end of the pool where they buzzed in song.

Across Tanin’s path bounded children at play chasing knee-high strider nymphs. He passed by house after house before stopping in front of one that sat at the water’s edge, with its four corners standing on bases and the rest separated by a half foot from the ground. It was a small thing, as all the houses of that region were, built of bald cypress wood and the wood of other conifers. A sugared tree cone hung from where the roof slanted past the front wall. He looked up at it and smiled. No birds perched there today. Maybe it’s time to switch to a new one, he thought. He moved the rawhide hanging in the doorway to one side and stepped into the house.

He breathed deeply the scent of white cedar, of home. The dark dank room had only the light which streamed through the doorway to illuminate it. He hung the strider bridle on a peg in the wall and moved over to the bedside where a little girl lay. She was paler than the rest of the swampers, himself included, though still the color of coffee. He smiled at her and said nothing, not wanting to wake her. He simply brushed stray hairs away from her face and watched her body rise and fall in time with her breathing.

Copyright Chris Tran

[buglyknight]

672) Butterfly Kisses Roach

roach slick with snot

creeps in the dumpster

consumes a chitinous carcass

wings stuck in teeth

gnawing his own legs off

fill guts with garbage

meets a betrothed butterfly

Wings patterned with golden halos

Her flutter creates hurricanes

She is the reason for the weather

He seeks her sunlight

Waves a curious antenna

Watches from the dumpster

Deafening storms singing in approach

Butterfly lands at the edge

Peers inward toward the roach

He teeters nervous

They stand tense

Flood lights blare distant

They aren't meant to meet

One of rot, one of sweet

The roach learns of honeybees

Wildflowers and sun-shaded canopies

How butterflies belong to open skies

Flower fields and humming starlight

To land gently among the plains

How beauty is bold, not hidden in shame

How hands would open to hold, not crush

How butterflies can make roaches blush

How they are seen as the guts of love

How free they fly the world above

Of shooting stars that are wished upon

A life of wonder, the butterfly spun

How warm the light, how ambrosial the smell

How inspiring the sight, where decay doesn't dwell

How the wind cradles, how the sun never cries

A world of fables, the dark lit by moons rise

How soft the flutter, how the world sings

How vibrant the color, the divinity in all things

The butterfly learns

How to swallow blood

How the spiders make homes

In the corners of the dumpster

How to scurry and hide from crushing hands

How roaches can be cannibals

Of poisonous spray in a can of metal

Of choking through your skin

Of nerve damage and paralysis

Of a venomous fangs and liquid insides

Of screaming anxiety that itches the brain

Of armies of ants and the hunt of reptiles

The sticky tongue and hungry jaws

To look out for webs or be eaten alive

How the amphibian swallows in one gulp

And you scurry and suffocate in its stomach acid

Trapped in the belly of the end

Of being discovered in the one place nobody enjoys

Due to the smell and the contents hidden in bags

How even food discarded isn't safe to eat

How to avoid the light and linger in the dark

How to flatten yourself to get into a hiding place

Of cleaning yourself and praying it works but

No matter how much you clean yourself

You will always be viewed as rotten, invasive things

Butterfly listens to the roach and extends an antenna

He dreams of honey and nectar

Of sun shine and flowers

Of green grass

Of trees that tower

Of clouds shaped like hearts

Of a world made of joy and art

Of a starlit night

Of humming bees

Hands that hold with delight

So, roach grips it gently

And the butterfly, leans in, unexpectedly

Butterfly kisses roach

The peck of a proboscis

Sweet like floral nectar

The air is suffocating

Lightning strikes

She is in his guts

He is cradled in wind

He is sweet like honey

He smells like floral fields

He flies in sunlit skies

He forgets about the rot

He doesn't desire to gnaw on his kin

Or scurry into the cracks of the wall

Rot's remise

Roach survives

Fluttering in his guts

Hideous hissing in appreciation

But it doesn't sound like singing

More akin to horrid screeching

Roaches are bitter, not sweet

She could taste the wings stuck in his teeth

She could smell the lingering blood

She could hear the maggots hatching in the rotting fruit

The butterfly knew now

She did not belong in the dumpster

She sought nectar elsewhere

Flies off among the flowers

Roach tries to follow but

He did not belong in the open

Where stomping shoes would hope to smush him

Where he stuck out like a festering wound

In a world of beauty, he'd find a tomb

He belongs in the gutters

Why waste away on the sweet

Roach knows garbage never leaves

It's always in his reflection

He hides the shame and plunges into corruption

Dizzy from antenna and proboscis

He falls to the floor

Belly up

Flails to flip himself over

A spider finds a meal

Why did he have to hide from sight?

His insides turn liquid

Better than the frogs stomach

Or nerve damage in a can

The spider slurps him down

He should have stayed in the dumpster

Were those antennae or horns

Can a devil be divine?

Were those ringed wings a halo

Or a noose?

Bitterly,

He thinks to himself

If you crush the roach

You too, should crush the butterfly

If you let one live

Don't send send the other to die

Was he not clean

Did the butterfly, too, not think he was pretty?

She didn't want to stay

Can a roach not be nectarous?

Does a roach not deserve to be something beautiful?

Is a roach only colored in shades of muck?

Butterfly knew best

Why was he born for the haunting dark

A world of fear, devoid of spark

He wishes to soar

He was made to hide

A cyanide core

Where murderers bide

A life exhausted, on the run

A life spent hidden, forgotten by sun

He remembers he belonged to rot

To flatten into a hiding spot

He remembers he was made to scurry

Slurped up now, undeserving of mercy

Why was he not made for flower fields and open skies?

Why was he not born for butterflies?

[mothies-pup]

This is the ideal gender actually /j

In all seriousness tho, I made my fursona finally. They/xe/it :3

Note: Please do not make NSFW/sexual jokes/comments about them. It is an expression of how I feel when regressing and not sexual in any way shape or form. Thank you!!

ID: digital art against a white background. A character is standing in the center of the frame, looking slightly upwards and grinning. They have white skin with yellow blushing, and puffy green hair. They wear a light green sweater with dark green shorts. They have an extra set of arms and furry antennae, but no nose. Large Luna moth wings are spread behind them, and under their feet is bubble text which reads “mothie!”

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 15 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

On the far right of the bench sat a teenage girl who looked mostly human except for the leaves that sprouted from her arms and the flowers that bloomed in her hair.

Was she the girl Skye had heard scream?

Next to her sat a man who Duran might have thought was extremely dead if he weren't very clearly moving.

He had eyeballs but otherwise his head was just a skull.

The rest of his body had skin but it was a light bluish-green colour and it looked like it was shrivelled in against his bones.

The fluffy pink sweater he was wearing did a lot of heavy lifting when it came to softening his appearance.

On his left there was a child with skin so pale it was almost white, rainbow hued hair that stuck up into the air and pointed ears.

The final person on the bench was a woman with green skin, stick-thin limbs with barbs that stuck out along them and a long, thin neck that led up to a sharp, angular face.

She had no hair atop her head but she did have two antennas.

There was a hole in the back of her tight leather shirt to let out a set of large, translucent wings.

"It's okay," Hamish said, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm as he slowly approached. "We're here to help."

The child with the rainbow hair leant his head back and said...

"Thank fuck," and Duran was abruptly not so sure he was a child at all.

His voice wasn't that deep but it was extremely scratchy and it held the weariness of an older person.

"The keys to the cuffs are on the hook by the door," the green woman said.

Her voice was surprisingly smooth and sonorous.

Duran was closest, so he grabbed the ring of keys.

He released the teenage girl first because she was the least confusing but then the skull headed man was next.

When Duran's fingers brushed his wrist as he was removing the cuffs, his skin felt dry and cool.

"Thank you," the skull-faced man said once Duran had released him.

He held out a hand covered in a worn, white satin glove.

His other hand was bare.

"I'm Perry."

Duran shook his hand.

"Duran."

"Yeah, yeah," the child-who-was-possibly-not-a-child said. "Let's hurry things up. I'm Everett, the bug lady next to me is Sera and I guess who gives a fuck about the girl because she's already gone."

Duran looked around.

The teenage girl who he'd uncuffed first was nowhere in sight.

"I'm Hamish and our naked friend who's hiding behind the door is Slone," Hamish said as Duran started uncuffing Everett. "Why did Declan have you lot down here, anyway?"

"Duran already figured out the answer to that one," Sera said. "Trafficking. He was going to sell us."

"You would think that would be the one thing I'd be safe from," Perry commented as he adjusted his glove.

It was a little loose on his fingers.

"I wouldn't have thought I was a very marketable product. This is not how I had hoped to gain a sense of self worth."

"Yeah, well, we take what we can get."

Everett hopped up from the bench and headed for the door as Duran finished uncuffing Sera.

"Any of you see a robot around anywhere?"

"Uhh... can't say we did, no," Hamish said.

"Well, we better go find it," Everett said as he led the way out of the room.

He glanced at Slone, who had his hands covering his crotch, as he passed.

"Buddy, you made some bad fashion choices if you didn't want people to see your dick."

"More about what other people maybe don't wanna see," Slone said, though Everett had already continued walking past him towards the stairs that led up onto the deck.

Duran hurried to follow him.

By the time Duran made it up onto the deck, Everett was already standing over Declan while Skye continued to hold him down.

"Where is it, then, you piece of shit?" Declan remained tight-lipped and averted his gaze.

Everett gave him a swift kick in the ribs.

"If you think I didn't ask nicely the first time, just wait until you see how not-nice I can get."

Declan sighed.

"It's in the captain's cabin."

"Makes sense. It's more of a captain than you are."

"And that is part of the problem," Sera said as she led the way towards the cabin. "He couldn't have sailed this ship without the robot's help."

"Look, we've had this fucking argument back and forth for weeks," Everett said. "How about we wait two fucking minutes and just ask the robot what happened before we go through the whole thing all over again with no new information?"

"Yes, let's do that," Sera said before turning and marching towards a door that sat near the front of the ship.

She opened the door and as Duran moved closer, he saw some sort of mechanical man standing in the middle of the room.

It was copper in colour and around the height of a typical person, which made it nearly twice as tall as Everett.

It looked like an extraordinarily complex piece of machinery.

Sera folded her arms over her chest.

"Robot, why did you help Declan sail my ship?"

A light spun on the side of the robot's head.

"I apologise if that was the incorrect course of action. He said Everett would be harmed if I did not follow his instructions. One of my primary goals is to protect Everett."

Sera held her arm out towards the robot as she turned towards Everett.

"You see? I told you making that thing too complicated would backfire. That it would end up behaving in ways you never intended."

"And I listened," Everett said, throwing his arms in the air. "That's your simple robot right there. You didn't want it to be able to think for itself and you definitely didn't want it to be capable of violence, so there you go. That's what you get."

"A simple robot couldn't be manipulated."

"Much simpler and it wouldn't need to be."

"A simple robot can still have security features around who it obeys."

"Bah." Everett brushed the idea away with a wave of his hand and approached the robot.

He ran his fingers over the joints on one of the elbows.

"Look at you. I told Declan where the maintenance kit was but he didn't even bother to get it for you, did he? Didn't even let you take care of yourself. This ocean air on your joints..."

Perry stepped up beside Duran and gave him a smile that was surprisingly gentle considering his face was a skull.

"They're like this all of the time. This was supposed to be a three day trip for me..."

"I'll get you to where you were going, as promised," Sera told him. "I can't make up for the rest but I can at least do that."

"As I don't have the money to pay anyone else, I suppose I shall accept."

[kaes-super-hot-ocs]

Mushiage Rinko

Mushiage Rinko, also known as Silky, is a 17 year old girl who attends UA in Class 2-B. She lives with her father, aunt, uncle and cousin.

Appearance

Rinko has tan skin and long, wavy, gray hair with black and white highlights and bangs that fall over her right eye. She has white eyes that are suited for night vision and are very sensitive to light. Her eyes have multiple lenses. She has black markings all over her face, and fuzz coating her body in various areas. She has antennae and large tan wings with black and yellow eye patterns. She stands at about 167 cm, and has a slightly plump frame.

Personality

Rinko is aloof and quiet. She is an introvert and not very comfortable around others. She doesn’t like to travel outside of her comfort zone, and she prefers to stay close to people she already knows.

Rinko is shy and cold. She doesn’t talk to others and has a hard time socializing, so she has as few friends as possible. She can come off as rude sometimes, keeping to herself and not speaking to others. She has a quiet voice and doesn’t put herself out there.

In battle, she is calm and straightforward. She usually works alone, and she develops plans quickly. She is very smart, knows her weaknesses and works around them. She can seem sneaky sometimes, taking advantage of others’ weaknesses.

Relationships

Family

Rinko’s family is her father, her aunt and uncle, and her cousin, Chiyoki. Her mother died when she was young, and her father took her to live with their other family. She grew up with Chiyoki and became close with her. Today, even if Chiyoki is in a lower year, she holds their relationship in high regard.

Friends

Rinko’s closest friend is Chiyoki. She doesn’t have many friends aside from her, and prefers to stay alone in class.

Quirk

Basic function

Rinko's Quirk is called Silk Moth. She has the abilities and appearance of a domestic silk moth. Her wings are strong enough to carry herself and one other person. She can release pheromones, taste things through her hands and feet, camouflage herself using her fuzz and spit silk from glands in her mouth.

Special Moves

Silk Wrap: Rinko will spit silk at her opponent, wrapping them up in a cocoon-like structure and hindering their movement.

Hidden: Rinko will absorb the light around her with her fuzz to camouflage, evade being seen or sensed and give herself the opportunity to sneak attack.

Limitations/Weaknesses

Rinko’s wings are very fragile and her antennae are sensitive. Her eyes are sensitive to light, and she is also attracted to light sources. Her silk is a finite resource that needs time to fill up again.

Trivia

Rinko was born with no wings/antennae, white and green hair, white skin, and green eyes. She went into a cocoon at age 12 for 6 weeks, and emerged with her current appearance.

Rinko mainly eats fruit.

Rinko hates getting wet, and bathes with a cloth instead of a shower.

Rinko's name means caterpillar, swallowtail, moth and child.

[veganbread1]

OK PREPARE FOR ONE DOOZY OF A HEADCANON POST, SIT DOWN GET COMFY UR GONNA BE HERE A WHILE

putting it under a cut since its gonna be pretty long (i got too silly :3)

Welcome ladies, gentlemen, neither, both, in-between, eldritch monsters, and anyone else, to Bread being very normal about a certain blue alien for probably 5 minutes.

ok first i want to go over the Azulian species as a whole, as i do have a bunch of headcanons for them :3

for those of you who are unaware, Azul/Azulians are a fictional planet/race that exists within the universe flicker takes place in, and is where Adam and Adora are originally from before coming to earth. if u wanna read more than here's Adam's wiki page.

AZULIAN SPECIES HEADCANONS:

Azulians are a semi aquatic species that has a body type which allows them to be able to live underwater. It's their choice whether they want to or not, and there are many Azulian civilizations that are located both on land and in water.

Some of the most notable body features relating to aquatic species that Azulians have are webbed hands/feet, long thick tails with webbed fins (if that makes sense) to make it easier to swim (think Seawings from Wings of Fire). They have these on their backs, elbow area, and legs as well (When i draw Adam, you can only see it on his tail cause the clothes cover the other areas). They also have gills on their neck to allow them to breathe underwater. They have skin almost exactly the same as humans, but with an extremely thin layer of fur which keeps them a bit warmer underwater (if you were to touch it directly you wouldn't feel anything, but if you rubbed it like you were petting an animal, you would sort of feel an odd fuzzy texture)

In other terms of inhuman body features, those include shark-like teeth (yk i gotta give the silly guy the teefs), claws, bow-legged legs (think sort of like a kangaroo, but standing up straight more, i'll draw it when i get the chance), and antennae (these can be used to sense movement).

Skin tones work almost identically to the way it works for humans, but instead of different shades of tan/brown, it's different shades of blue. Patterns on the skin aren't uncommon at all, and mostly consist of splatters, stripes, freckles, or various blobs of different shades of blue.

To add on to that, some Azulians have patterns on their bodies which are bioluminescent, more commonly in fully aquatic Azulians, which are Azulians who have fully chosen to live underwater (especially in ones who have been fully aquatic for generations dating back a really long time, long enough that they evolved them so that it would be easier for them to see underwater, think Seawings from wings of fire, again). These can be genetically inherited as well.

Their blood is an Indigo color, which means when there's extra blood in a certain spot (sunburn, injury, blushing, etc.) their skin will turn a slight shade of purple said area.

Hair color is also always some shade of blue, but can sometimes be teal/indigo as well (bordering more towards green or purple)

Azulians can have anywhere between 1 and 5 tongues (Adam and Adora both have 3) , which are always a dark shade of indigo. Their saliva is also slightly acidic, not to the point where it would burn on contact, but if you left it on your skin for a few days, it could start to cause some significant damage.

Ok that's enough abt Azulians, now onto the good stuff >:3

ADAM HEADCANONS (+ a couple Adora ones because i love her)

Extremely gullible. You could tell him it says gullible on the ceiling, he'll look up, and upon not seeing it ask you where it says it. He is going to find where it says gullible if his life depends on it.

He's also extremely curious about stuff, even to the point where it become dangerous. Albert has had to keep him from touching fire/other dangerous surfaces many times.

On the topic of Albert, he and Adam are very good friends (Adora too!!) since he was the one who found them in the first place (you gotta thank him tho, without him those two would probably end up being experimented on somewhere awful D:)

Has a lot of behaviours similar to what you'd see in a cat. Purring when happy/content, hissing when feeling angry/scared, etc.

ZERO spacial awareness. If there is something fragile around him you bet your bottom dollar it's gonna be damaged if he's within 10 feet of it.

Has a decent grasp on the english language, but cannot write in it. The whole thing with multiple words having multiple meanings/spellings (flour, flower, by, buy, etc.) confuses him (me too, buddy, me too.)

Avid nature enthusiast. Fruits in all colors of the rainbow? Animals that can camouflage to blend in? Plants that can kill you? Hell yeah.

Has an extremely odd spice tolerance. Albert took him along to the grocery store once and he ate a really spicy pepper out of curiosity and was completely fine. Albert just stood there horrified.

Loves dogs!! He loves how friendly they are, and how many different variants there can be.

Once ate a squirrel out of curiosity. He spend the rest of the day coughing up fur. 0/10 stars would not recommend. He has since learned to not eat wild animals he randomly comes across.

Even though he's Adora's older sibling (by 5k years! holy shit!) he sure doesn't act like it. Adora's definitely the more mature one.

Chews on his claws when he's nervous. That's it.

He and Adora's antennae + ears express emotion quite a lot. you can easily tell how they're feeling if you're able to figure out which emotion is conveyed by each position their antennae + ears are in (low and drawn back when scared, droopy, when sad, sticking up when happy/excited/surprised, floppy/misc when neutral, etc.)

Has a bunch of pale splotches on his back, he shares this trait with Adora (the patterning on skin thing i was talking about earlier).

6'1 in height. He's a pretty tall fellow (Adora's 6'4, so she's a bit taller than him, and takes pride in it).

A few Adora headcanons cause she deserves some too :3

LOVES BRIGHT COLORS. she doesn't care how eye-scorchingly torturous they are to look at they make her brain go wrrrrrrrr

Has a very good sense of humor, but only Adam really understands it since lots of it relates to stuff from their home planet.

Very flexible, she could be a gymnast if she wanted to, but probably doesn't even know what that is 😭

ok that's all hopefully i didn't waste ur time :3

I think I might finally do those Adam headcanons tonight that I said I might do like a week ago I had a drawing to go with it but I can post it later cause I don't have access to my clip studio files rn

[hurtthemgently]

🤲 (For Kimmi, from Viper. If they’re not afraid at first, he’ll make them be.)

They lean into the touch, eyes closed, ignoring the alarms ringing on their head. Whoever this man is, at least he isn’t a vampire.

They’ll soon learn how wrong they are

(They’d probably have to be gagged since they can use enchantments if they can speak)

[peach-scented-chupacabra]

Y’all have no idea how long I spent on Jesus lamp… for the full experience of Jesus lamp, click the second image….

Image description :

Image 1 : Four doodles of a anthropomorphic luna moth, one image is just her head and another is just of her standing. She has a maroonish-brown skin tone everywhere except her stomach, which is white as well as her hair which surrounds her head, and she has light green wings and light yellow antennae. She is wearing a dark gray sleeveless crop top, which matches in color to her long skirt and shoes, and she is wearing large circular glasses. In one doodle of her, she has her bottom two arms crossed, while her upper right arm is sitting on her cheek, and her opposite hand is resting on said arm. In the last doodle of her, she has both pairs of hands up and together in a praying like position, while facing forward towards the viewer. There are three doodles to accompany her; including two pillar candles which have been lit, a light blue desk lamp, and a painting where a camp lamp has replaced Jesus and moths have replaced worshipers and angels and is in a golden frame.

Image 2 :

A larger version of the painting from the previous image, without the frame. This painting has a stereotypical red lamp which is used on camping trips, in the top middle of the image, light shining from it and onto the surrounding clouds and anthropomorphic moths. There are multiple moths on top of clouds, and some on the ground, in various combinations of raising their hands or praying. Moths include bright pink, blue, and yellow colors, as well as grays, browns, and other muted colors. All of the moths are wearing long gowns or other forms of similar drapery.

[elettralightwood]

I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS LITERALLY SO EXCITING, SO MANY PEOPLE WE LOVE ALL TOGETHER 😫😭

They streamed in through the open doors of the Sanctuary, one after another: Downworlders and Shadowhunters in a seemingly never- ending cascade.

First came the vampires with their paper-white faces and cold elegance, enchanted black umbrellas held aloft as they took the few steps from their tinted-window cars to the Sanctuary doors, eager to escape the sun. Emma recognized Lily Chen among them, on the arm of a tall vampire with dreadlocks. A gaggle of blond Swedish vampires came in chatting with the Lindquists, who ran the Stockholm Institute.

There were werewolves from all over the world: Luke Garroway, scruffy and bearded in his flannel jacket, Clary’s mother, Jocelyn, at his side. Werewolves in kilts and hanboks and qipaos. Maia Roberts and Bat Velasquez. […]

There were warlocks, too, more than Emma had ever seen in one place. Catarina Loss, blue-skinned and white-haired: She marched in with Tessa and Jem, wearing nurse’s scrubs, and looked around her thoughtfully. […]

Hypatia Vex, with her bronze hair and dark skin, regal and curious. Warlocks with bat’s wings, with hooves and gills and rainbow eyes, with delicate antennae and curving stag’s horns. A bat-faced woman who went up to Cristina and began muttering in Spanish. A dark-skinned warlock with a white mark on his cheek in the shape of a spiderweb.

And there were Shadowhunters. […]

Julie Beauvale and Beatriz Mendoza, their parabatai runes glimmering on their forearms. Marisol Garza, wearing white in memory of Jon Cartwright. Magnus and Alec had just arrived with Maryse and their kids, and were standing by the door opposite Aline and Helen, greeting the Downworlders while the two women greeted the Shadowhunters. Kadir Safar of the New York Conclave gave Diana a somber nod before going to speak with Maryse, who was dandling little blue Max on her lap while Rafe ran around them both in circles.

The Romeros had come from Argentina, the Pederosos from Brazil, the Keos from Cambodia, and the Rosewains from Northern England. A dark- haired, petite woman darted over to Cristina and hugged her tightly. […]

“It’s cool to see the Alliance in action,” said Mark, who had been helping the others set up rows of chairs. […]

Alec was greeting a werewolf girl who spoke in excitable French and asked him something about Rafael; a tall, dark-haired vampire wearing a T-shirt with Chinese characters on it slapped him on the back, and Lily and Maia darted over to confer with him in low voices.

Mark suddenly straightened up. Emma followed his gaze and saw that several faeries had come into the room. […]

Gwyn had come in, of course, which everyone expected, but following him were several others. Among the dryads and pixies and nixies Emma recognized several piskies, the Fair Folk she and Julian had encountered in Cornwall. Behind them came a tall phouka in a JUSTICE FOR KAELIE T-shirt, and after him, a woman in a long green cloak, her face hidden but a bit of white-blond hair escaping nonetheless.

Emma turned to Mark. “It’s Nene.” […]

Emma glanced over at Julian again. He had moved behind the table and was standing with his arms at his sides. Helen and Aline had joined him behind the table as well. The rest of the family was clustered in a group of chairs at the left of the room, Kit and Ty together, Dru with her hand on Tavvy’s shoulder, turning around to squint at a figure who’d just come into the Sanctuary.

It was Cameron. […]

She waved to Simon and Isabelle as they came in, holding hands. Isabelle made an immediate beeline for her mother and Max.

Simon regarded Kieran with a look of surprised recognition before crossing the room to talk to Vivianne Penhallow, the dean of Shadowhunter Academy. […]

In the shadows, Emma saw them—she didn’t know when they’d come in, but a single Iron Sister and a single Silent Brother stood motionless against the far wall. […]

There was no gesture, no signal that Emma could see, but the doors of the Sanctuary opened and Jace and Clary walked in, as if on cue.