#sixtended monster au

[spooner7308]

The first thing I said when I saw Isabella I was "holy fuck that's a milf"

Do with that what you will

The best/worst part about this

Is that I don't know if you're talking about her human form or her gargoyle form

Either way I get it 😉

[lexartsstuff]

"Why a horse?"

Finally giving my boy some well deserved love. Will in @spooner7308 's monster au reacting to his transformation into a centaur!

His shock, however, isn't caused by the horror of his transformation or what's going to happen.

No his shock and terror come from a very simple yet hilarious fear of his.

William La Marck, Duke of Jülich-Cleves-Berg...

Is terrified of horses.

[blackdiamondwrites127]

Yeti Cuddles!

Here's my half of the art trade with @spooner7308! They prompted me to draw Hal and Jane and since I've always wanted to draw Hal getting some yeti cuddles, I took the opportunity!

[inquisitive-mess]

I got another lovely commission from @djts-arts of the Parr siblings(Monster AU) interacting with each other.

I love how it came out DJ. Thanks for doing it

Will Parr(Mantygre) by @weirdbutdecentart100

Six Monster AU- @spooner7308

[djts-arts]

If you're still doing art prompts, can you do Monster AU Ann, Cathy, and Anya spending time with each other, please?

Very intelligent creatures

But cat brain go brrrr brrr

Monster AU by @spooner7308

Anya by @thenicestnonbinary

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Her Monster (part two)

[Wing AU; Tour!verse]

EB is owned by @spooner7308

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Chapter Two - Angel in The Rafters

Sleep quickly became a hassle, and not just because of the new and very frequent nightmares. It hurt when Joan tried to lay on her back, so she spent at least an hour each night in bed just trying to get comfortable. When she would eventually fall asleep, she rested deep in a pit of terror.

Right now was one of those nights, unfortunately. 

Joan sighed, looking across the room at her dresser. The room was bathed in the soft blue glow of her night light. She had a certain dislike of the dark. Or, rather, what’s in the dark. Not even her therapist could dispel that fear and paranoia…not yet. And she doubted she would ever be able to.

She closed her eyes, rolled over onto her side, and took in a long, deep breath. Then she opened her eyes, and her heart nearly stopped.

The room was pitch black.

The nightlight just went out. Breathe. Breathe.

Joan let out a muffled cry and covered her mouth. She breathed in deeply and then pulled her covers over her head.

She needed to get out of bed. She needed to get out of bed, and to cross the room, and to turn the light on. 

She couldn’t do it.

Fuck, she had to.

Painfully, agonizingly, she slipped out of her blankets, ready at any moment for something to jump out from under her bed and grab her. It didn’t matter whether she was a one-winged “survivor” or a hallucinating madwoman- her fears could hurt her, and she had the scars to prove it.

Nothing grabbed at her ankles. She took in a deep, slow breath, then shuffled unhappily to the side of her room. She reached out to feel for the light switch, and after a moment, she flicked it to the ‘on’ position.

Nothing happened. Joan gulped and leaned into the wall, shaking and covering her face with her remaining wing.

It’s okay, a fuse must have blown. Just go back to bed. You can wake up tomorrow with the dawn, and see to the fuse when it’s bright out. 

She had to shuffle back to bed, which was another nightmare, and she climbed tortuously back onto the open mattress. After a moment, she reached over to her nightstand. She had a lamp on it. She paused.

Do I really want to see the room, poorly illuminated, with shadows all over the place? I should just go to bed. I really just need to go to bed.

Soft, hissing noises rippled through the room.

Oh. My. God.

Joan lunged for her nightstand, nearly knocking it over as she turned on the lamp, but also grabbed it for protection. It came on with a burst of radiance, and she rolled onto her back, pointing both it furiously around the room.

Nothing. She peered under the bed, and then got up and stalked around her room, shedding her blankets in lieu of a stronger shield: force of will.

Nothing. Not on this side of her bed, not on that. Not under the dressers or in the wardrobe.

…I…I must have been hearing things, she reasoned. The trees groaning outside, maybe. Or the squirrels.

She took in a deep breath, and then slowly moved back to her nightstand. She righted it, and then tossed her blankets onto the bed and spread them around. She was shaking slightly.

I’ve got to calm down. I wasn’t this scared in the forest. Probably. I’m killing myself with these fears…

She laid back down on her bed and pulled her blankets up to her chin. After a moment, she arranged a blanket about her head, so it was covering her hair and the sides of her face, a psychologically protective shield against her nightmares. She set the lamp on the nightstand.

Breathe deep.

She closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. A warm breeze tickled her chin.

What…?

Joan’s eyes popped open wide, and she twisted her head to the side. Her bedroom window wasn’t open. And it wasn’t warm outside… So how…?

Slowly, she looked to the other side, and shiny black eyes stared down at her.

Joan screamed.

Then it screamed.

She lunged for the nightstand again, flicking on her lamp and also grabbing it for a weapon. The bulb came on with a burst of radiance, illuminating the WingEater stumbling backwards against the wall, squinting in the light.

It was that WingEater from the forest. The one that mauled her and then groomed her and then attempted to escort her home after she managed to squirm away.

  “Y-you!” Joan cried, “What the hell-- You--”

The monster growled harmlessly. It opened its mouth and a tongue slithered out, swirling around in the air.

  “Stop that.” Joan snapped, “Why are you here? And before you ask- no, you can’t eat my other wing.”

The monster closed its mouth. Its feathery ears twitched around for a moment before it crouched low to the ground and began slinking towards her slowly, almost like how a cat would stalk its owner’s foot underneath a blanket.

  “What do you want?” Joan asked in a softer, more fearful voice. She was trembling, clutching onto her lamp and blankets tightly.

Instead of getting a verbal answer when she asked the question, the WingEater began touching and picking things up from her dresser, even tasting a few items (which Joan yelled at it for).

  “What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” The hybrid demanded, marching over and snatching away a pair of scissors that were about to be coated in monster saliva. The WingEater pulled back with a small noise of surprise.

  “Are you--” Joan faltered, “Are you visiting me?”

The WingEater’s wings flapped, which was probably a yes.

  “But-- but why? I don’t-- I don’t understand…”

Joan was shaking hard. The WingEater noticed. It tilted its head slowly, twitched, and then it was gone, vanishing right before Joan’s eyes.

The room was silent.

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Joan barely slept that night. Exhaustion wasn’t anything new to her, but she just felt like she hadn’t slept in years.

At work, she crashed right into Cleves.

  “Ow. Shit. I’m so sorry-- Oh, hey, Anna. Sorry about that.”

Cleves gave Joan a smile and brushed her wing against the girl’s arm.

  “It’s no problem,” The red-winged blackbird said, “How are you feeling today? You look a little pale.”

Joan shrugged a little. “Right now? Fine, I guess. I just got a lot on my mind. How are you?”

  “Good! Ready to perform.” She chuckled lightly and Joan smiled a little, although it felt forced.

  “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

The fledgling sidled away, shuffling towards the bathroom. While washing her face, there was growling from behind. She froze.

  “Creature?” She called out softly.

The monster responded with a chirp. It was perched on one of the stall doors, head tilted like a puppy. Joan didn’t have to turn around to see it- the mirror’s reflection did that for her.

  “If you’re in here, then does that make you a girl?”

Creature purred. So it was female, then. 

Creature climbed down from her perch and looked at the door for a moment. Outside, crew members could be heard talking. Joan prayed one of them wouldn’t walk in and see the predator casually hanging out inside.

The WingEater growled. The anger was building as her wings stretched out, feathers sticking up in various directions. Her claws sunk into the cracks in the tile floor, chipping the plaster around her hands.

She was mad. But about what? About the crew? It was like she could almost tell that most of them were jerks. But why would that anger her? Why would she care? Was she watching when they messed with her? Where had she been? How could she disappear and reappear like that? Did she have Glamour? Did she just not like people? But if that were the case, why wasn’t she attacking Joan? Was it something else?

Suddenly, she shrieked.

The beast swung her arms around, smashing mirrors and ripping up the tile. Her screeches and shrills were ear-splitting, practically shaking the walls as she destroyed the bathroom. She was in a frenzy and it terrified Joan, who was already backed up into one of the corners.

Eventually, Creature calmed down, breathing heavily, exhausted by her outburst.

  “Are you done?” Joan’s voice came out shaky.

Creature looked at her and chuffed. She jumped up onto one of the sinks (or what was left of it), balancing perfectly on her haunches. Somehow, it didn’t completely crumble under her eight foot tall body.

  “Listen to me,” Joan started softly, “You’re dangerous. If you ever do this,” She gestured to the mess, “to my wingmates or somebody I care about, I won’t be your friend anymore.”

That was not the threat she wanted to say, but she didn’t think she could intimidate this deadly monster. Did she think of Creature as a friend, though?

Apparently the beast did, as she recoiled backwards, eyes bulging. She clicked and keened a few times before extending its claws outwards. The owl jerked away.

  “You take anyone away from me,” Joan warned her, “and you become nothing more than another fucking monster. Just like the one who ruined my life.”

The grasping hand froze. Creature pulled her arm back, staring for a long time. Then, she began fidgeting, visibly panicking. She gurgled and whined and bleated. After a few seconds, she was gone.

Just like the night before.

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It was the dead of night when Joan bolted up in a cold sweat. She was trembling violently, choking on her soft sobs. The bonds of her nightmare receded but the gore continued to flash behind her eyes.

Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe. It wasn’t real. You’re safe. You’re okay. You’re-- Breathe. Why can’t I breathe? Why can’t I breathe why can’t I breathe why can’t I--

Soft growling came from the darkness.

Joan froze, but a sob escaped her lips. She shook harder, pulling her one wing closer to herself. A curved claw touched her shoulder and she jerked away, cowering beneath her blankets.

Don’t touch me. Oh god. God god god god god--

For a moment, there was silence. Then, gurgling, growling, purring. Creature appeared to be fussing over Joan’s head, like she was trying to figure out what to do. Her claws glided down the girl’s back, brushed across the scar, and Joan flinched. She flinched, too.

The monster climbed onto the bed. She moved slowly, curling around Joan like how a mother lion would with her cubs, hood one wing over the hybrid. When Joan began to cry a little, she nuzzled against her neck and purred in a soft, reassuring way. The beast was comforting her.

Slowly, Joan looked up. Shiny black eyes blinked at her before the cuddling continued.

  “You’re getting my covers all dirty.” She mumbled unhappily.

Dirt was rubbing off all over her blankets. She shuddered and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt Creature shift a little and a talon rose up to try and wipe her eyes.

  “I’m never going to get better…”

Joan was confiding in this thing in a way she couldn’t to anyone else, not even her queens or wingmates or doctor. The pain and despair and vulnerability had built up so high- she was drowning in it. The hybrid choked hard.

  “I’m never going to sleep without nightmares. I’m never going to forget about what happened to me. I’ll never fly again, unless it’s in my own delusions. For the rest of my life I will be fighting against the temptation of my own insanity. And for what? I don’t know. It’s important to keep going, but I’m never going to get b-better…”

Her voice was tight with emotion and pain. Everything was a whirlwind of muddled feelings and suffering. Blood was roaring in her ears.

  “I don’t work right anymore. I don’t know how to be happy. Sometimes I’m happy--when I’m playing music--but every other time I’m just miserable.” A quivering inhale, “I try. I really do, but nothing works. All my doctor does is dope me up on antidepressants until I can’t feel anymore, which is nice at first, but then it becomes painful. The numbness, I mean. I can’t-- I can’t enjoy anything anymore.”

The fledgling wept. Her fists clenched and she carved bloody half-moons into her palms with her claws. She wanted to rip open her stitches, she wanted to tear out her feathers, she wanted to set herself ablaze because the pain was the only thing that made her feel again.

  “I wish it never happened.” She gritted out, like there was sand lodged in her throat, “I wish it hadn’t been me. I know that’s selfish, but I just--”

She broke down. Her trembling got worse, as did the torment. She needed an anchor and she needed it now.

  “If you’re going to be here-- if you’re going to stay-- then keep me safe. Please.”

There was a firm growl in response. It relaxed Joan- she didn’t know why.

When she closed her eyes, there was less gore flashing around in the fuzzy darkness. A tongue gently licked away her tears, a soothing gesture to end this horrible night.

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  “Thank you.”

The monster cooed. 

Joan climbed out of her bed and cringed. Her blankets were stained in some kind of dried up muck, thanks to Creature rubbing against them all night.

  “You are filthy.”

Creature chirruped and tilted her head around. She rubbed her hand against her chest and gurgled in surprise when it came back all dirty. She wiped it off on the floor.

  “Not on the carpet!”

The monster jumped a little and looked up at Joan. She wiggled her tongue at her, bleating contently with her new friend.

  “You’re such a cat, you know?” Joan chuckled, “Now, get down from there. You need a bath.”

The monster tilted her around.

  “Yes, a bath. If you’re going to stay, you need to be clean. It’s a Saturday and there’s no work, so let’s get to it!”

Joan began to wonder if, like a cat, Creature had an aversion to water.

Only one way to find out.

[altairtalisman]

It’s 24 days to Christmas, but might as well post it now instead of waiting.

Featuring Tariaksuq!Jane and @redlover411’s Dryad!Holbein getting themselves used for putting Christmas decorations by @pandora-dusk’s Phoenix!Amalia and @ilenalovesdrawing’s Lamia!George.

The Monster AU belongs to @spooner7308.

[me-tizi]

I impulsively drew Margaret Tudor for @spooner7308 monster au it's more of a sketch but I never drew an ogre before so that was an experience I don't know if I'm going to colour it but I'll maybe draw Mary too

[sixaustralia]

So the lovely ⭐️ Anon asked me who I thought Mary would be in @spooner7308​’s SIX Monster AU, and I thought she’d be a unicorn, so here is the design I came up with! (Yes I gave her wings because I could)

She still has her signature bun, but I’m not 100% sure on the colours of her mane yet, this is just what I came up with

[spooner7308]

The Trastámara Rook

These are just the finished headshot sketches the Trastámara gargoyle rook, and yes Hal is part of the rook even if he’s not a gargoyle. Just a good reference for their faces and shows’ their features pretty well

Juana belongs to @ellielovesdrawing​

Isabella belongs to @lexartsstuff​itMaria and Hal belong to @blackdiamondwrites127​

*edit* fixed some grammatical errors

[lexartsstuff]

Here is my half of the art trade I'm doing with @spooner7308. They asked for some Monster! Bella and Mara comfort, so I give you Bella comforting Mara after her transformation

Very proud with how Bella turned out though I think she's supposed to be bigger and I really like how Mara looks with the pose

Anyways, I hope you like it Ro! I had fun with this

Mara belongs to @marygrey

Isabella belongs to me

[blackdiamondwrites127]

Breaking News: Local Bullies Scared Off by Rabbit Boy's Rook of Gargoyles!

Never ever bully someone because not only is it ride and awful but because you might encounter their rook of gargoyles who also happens to be their mother, aunt and sister.

@spooner7308 shared with me that gargoyles are like elephants and that females stick together in groups and are very protective of each other and their young. With that information, I just couldn't help myself and made art for it.

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Hal Aragon belongs to yours truly

Juana of Castille belongs to @ellielovesdrawing

Mary's design belongs to @arty-e

Catalina and Mary's gargoyle designs as well as the six monster au belongs to @spooner7308

[inquisitive-mess]

For those who don’t know, manticore Ann can’t talk and can only make noises. She lost her ability during her transformation, so she doesn’t have any way to interact with people. She stumble upon sign language accidentally when she flying around one time in the dark and saw a deaf person moving their hands to talk to a person. She so look into it and discover that she still able to do it ever though she has paws now. She currently learning it herself and hope she can teach someone, so she can finally talk again without any help.

Monster AU by @spooner7308

[altairtalisman]

The good thing about drawing monsters is that you can be shit at drawing them and people will think that you’re just making them look even more monstrous than they already are.

Anyways, decided to be even more ambitious this evening and drew @thenicestnonbinary’s The Watcher!Anya, @pandora-dusk’s Phoenix!Amalia and @ilenalovesdrawing’s Lamia!George, all of which are from @spooner7308’s Monster AU.

[spooner7308]

Should’ve made this before but here’s Monster AU William

He’s a centaur like his two sisters making them a raid of centaurs, he’s based of a thoroughbred horse

Mali’s kinda the black sheep of this family isn’t she? she’s the only non-centaur

William belongs to @lexartsstuff

[lexartsstuff]

Seeing as Bella had had relations with Mara and Liz, does she prefer yeti or lamia? (Overall)

Oh that's a valid point cause lamias are smol but yetis are cuddly and soft

I would say she prefers yetis though, because Liz has been there the longest for her