#swamp monster

[imagine-darksiders]

Swamp monster Monty sketches because otherwise I'd be doing nothing but drawing Mike Schmidtt.

[thegoodmorningman]

If you have a minute, let me run something "by you".

[lavenderarts]

Got a new design up for sale! It was a custom that fell through so I’d really like it to find a home. Seeking $30 or better, if you do more I’ll add additional art! Comes with a ToyHouse profile if you have one

Update, they have been sold! Thank you so much for the support :) I do custom designs frequently and I also sell other adopts occasionally! So there will be more on the way.

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Random Horny Plant stuff [No minors or ageless. Mature +18]

💚I'm just going through a plant phase y'all. There's very little forest creature content on the monster tags. And believe me,getting plowed by some smooth branches that resemble mushroom head cocks with an aphrodisiac or something to make you sleepy,happy or numb instead of come,my holes are open for the trunk thump..🥒

Imagine innards being rearranged like checkers to make room for these things.

Or a civilization of adorable little elves and faeries with a humanoid trans swamp monster as their Overlord or something.💚

[sleepyseaslug]

this is the peace i feel when i shower in the dark and eat my oranges 🍊

[kettle-bird]

Three more Monsters Mashed- Alistaire commissioned by @howlhawk for @surlifen , Atticus for @starryevening , and Orph for @sunpoppa ! Thank you again for your support!

[burntpink]

babe it's me your amphibious girlfriend

[ben-miller-art]

Portrait of a Creature

Happy Halloween!

Didn't plan for this to be the Creature from the Black Lagoon at the start, but it kinda ended that way.

[z0mbi3tr4mp]

Swamp monster

Alligator scales and crocodile tears; lurking in muddy water, a predator draws near. Silent and calm, slow and steady; she haunts these waters to eat when you’re not ready. Glazed grey eyes and crooked toes, no scent for the maggots chewed off her nose.

[imagine-darksiders]

Surprise! It's another Monty X Reader au!

Yadda yadda, 'Do you think we'd be friends in every universe?' yadda yadda

Swamp Monsty <3

[vertigoartgore]

1987's Swamp Thing Vol.2 #62 by cover artist Steve Bissette. The first issue written solely by Rick Veitch (near the end of Alan Moore's run).

[evolutionsvoid]

I think it is safe to say that swamps, to most people, are one of the "spookiest" ecosystems out there. You very rarely hear any happy tales set in one, and any legends attached to them tend to be dark and grim. It's a place that outsiders never want to visit, and if you tried inviting them to a swamp, they would instantly assume the worst. Don't you know what lives in those things?! Ghosts, eerie lights, shapeless mud creatures, foul witches, alluring voices spoken from slimy throats, the clawing rotting arms of the drowned! The stories and monstrosities are endless! Which I find kind of funny for a few reasons. One is that swamps are like any other biome, but gets a bad reputation because it is slightly soggier and the vegetation doesn't look as pretty. The other reason I find this all amusing is because swamps do hold dangers and beasts, yet the scary stories don't bother with them! You have real living breathing creatures that could star in many a cautionary tale, but instead we shove them aside to make up our own monsters! It's almost insulting! The wompogo work hard to be stealthy haunting predators of the cypress swamps, only to be ignored in favor of imaginary spirits and seductive leech women! If you want some real scary encounters in the swamps, then talk to folk who live in them. They will tell you of places in the muck and weeds where few dare travel. Is it because of strange disappearances? Odd lights and whispering voices? No, it is because of the hulking mud-covered beasts who are capable of biting a canoe in half. 

Is this dangerous brute I speak of some kind of swamp dragon, or magic-born monstrosity weaved from mud, reeds and corpses? No, it's a mammal, but one that is big and very irritable. The creature I am talking about is the hippalus, a relative of the hippopotamus who lives exclusively in swamps and marshes. They like it wet and muddy, where they are surrounding by soggy vegetation and soft earth. Though they share their love of water with their hippo cousins, one can clearly see that there are some physical differences between the two. One that really stands out is a long flattened tail, often announcing its presence with a loud slap against the water and muck. Then there is the massive hump on their back, which is pure muscle meant to help power its large head. The hippalus has the same impressive maw as other hippos, but its teeth jut out in different ways. Its lower incisors emerge straight out of the jaw, while a curved set of tusks are brandished like deadly blades. There is a pair of hardened growths upon their snout, which some like to call "horns" (even though they are very much not). Their head also has a bowed part on the upper jaw, almost like a horse saddle. Take all this, and then consider their sheer size! A height of over seven feet at the hump, and a length of eighteen to twenty! There is no denying who the powerhouse of the swamp is!

The hippalus are absolute behemoths, and their power is openly flaunted. While other creatures of the swamp may swim or slither through the water and muck, the hippalus plows through anything in its path. When it comes to identifying their tracks, you aren't looking for footprints, but rather deep ruts carving straight through the whole ecosystem. Their sheer size and weight is part of the reason, because you can't exactly walk on top of mud when you weigh over four thousand pounds. So they sink in deep and simply tear their way through the swampy gunk in front of them. Their strangely shaped head and powerful muscles is what comes into play here! Their whole skull is like an organic shovel and plow, designed for cutting through the mud and flinging it away with a whip of their neck. Their lower teeth help dig through and move earth, while their scooped skull is able to collect a whole load of mud and reeds and send it all flying! The muscular flat tail behind them also aids in propelling them forward, undulating as their powerful legs push them forwards. It should be mentioned that while it looks like hippalus swim through the swamps, they can't actually swim. They don't float, they sink. What you see is instead them walking or "galloping" underwater, only sticking their snouts out to breathe from time to time. What helps with the illusion of them floating or swimming is the fact that they are so big, that they tend to stick out of the water without any real effort. They just stand there in the swampy gunk, and it looks like they are floating with ease. 

All of these powerful adaptations, however, are not just for traveling! As any local would know, hippalus are famed for their construction work (and a lot of destruction work as well). This species is a solitary one, not living in herds or "bloats" like their cousins. A single hippalus will claim a large chunk of territory and make sure no one ever forgets it. Their powerful jaws and scooping heads tear up mud and vegetation, dropping dead trees and ripping sunken stumps from the murky bottom. Tangles of torn weeds and branches are left near the edges of their territory and given a musky coating of urine and feces to let people know who lives here. In the heart of their realm is their home, a lair built from mud, vegetation and woody parts, like the world's biggest beaver lodge. This construction is possible with the help of their strong jaws and head to carry materials, while their flattened tail pats it all into place. The lodges of these beasts are half sunken, and less like a roomy mud cave and more like a sopping wet burrow for them to park their massive bodies. Part of the support for these dwellings is their own bodies, wedging themselves inside and holding it all upon their backs. These lairs are important for when they have young, as it is where their babies hide during their vulnerable stages. If their mother has to leave them behind to forage or defend her territory, they will remain hidden in this den. When they venture outside to learn the ropes, she will be close by to make sure no predators get any funny ideas. Young hippalus can indeed be on the menu for the likes of wompogo or swamp basilisks, but a full grown adult is avoided by all. I don't think you need me to explain why. Lets just say that a healthy adult hippalus is a creature that does what it wants wherever it wants, and woe be to any who try to say different. 

As for diet, hippalus are herbivores, dining upon the various water-logged plants found in the swamp. Like many plant eaters, they won't say no to a free meal if they find a random carcass. While others may nibble upon bones or pick at scraps, a hippalus will take the body in a single bite, crushing it to a bloody, ruined pulp. When it comes to plants, their horned nose is good for digging up ones buried in the muck, and their teeth scrap away at bark and hardened exteriors. When they aren't eating or building, they are resting, as such a huge body uses a lot of energy to work. Best to spend some hours lazing about and grazing upon the weeds.

I mentioned before that locals steer clear of areas where hippalus are active, and hopefully now you see why! It should be said that this species has a temper and are quite territorial. One can be seen sleeping in the muck without a worry in the world, but a split second later they are barreling towards you with jaws agape. Another thing to be said is that they are faster than they look! Yes, they are hulking and huge while stuck in deep mud, but when they want to move THEY MOVE. You would think a mudslide is headed your way, with their massive weight charging through the muck and sending gunk flying everywhere. With this speed and their sheer power, hippalus tend to be avoided at all costs. Locals don't even try hunting them, because it is way too dangerous. What weapons they carry when entering hippalus territory is meant to slow the beasts down, not kill them. Their thick muscles make it difficult to do any real damage, thus resulting in most attacks being annoying rather than dangerous to them. In areas where civilization and hippalus territory overlap, you will find specimens with various weapons poking out of their hide. These are reminders of run ins they had with people, and trophies from failed hunts. "But wait, Chlora" you may ask. "I thought you said people don't hunt them?" That is correct, I said locals don't hunt them, as it is simply not worth it. So if the natives of the region don't do it, then there can only be one other answer of who! You all know it, so say it with me: Rich Idiots With Dumb Hobbies! 

Yes indeed, the wealthy nobility love showing off by killing large dangerous beasts and sticking them in their parlors. With their sheer size and power, any person with too much money and a poor definition of confidence gets the idea that they would make a fetching trophy. They take a whole hunting party out to try and down one of these behemoths, so that their head may be hung above the fireplace. Needless to say, plenty of people get killed trying to do this, and sadly the rich idiot isn't always the one. Turns out when you are the first to flee at the sight of danger and you use your guides like meat shields, you tend to survive. Then they go home and craft fanciful stories about their bravery and perilous escape, while the poor folk they hired for chump change to carry their bags are left dead in the mud. I swear, can't these people find better hobbies? Why do you have to kill things for showmanship and bragging points? Bird watching lets you see the wildlife without any harm, and it is just as rewarding! And if you have to just kill something for a trophy, why not bug collecting? There are plenty of those and it isn't nearly as dangerous! But then again, I am sure dumb nobles would find a way to make that hobby absolutely destructive. Only choose to pin endangered species or something. I don't think there is a winning option here. Like so much of their ill gotten gains, they thrive on misery! Aaaaaand this part is getting cut! I already know it, so don't bother writing it, Eucella!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian    

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"Hippalus"

[littlemagicalstardust]

[paradiserotting]

snap stomp scream

[monstersandmaw]

M. swamp creature x f. reader (nsfw)

short drabble for @hells-librarian

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“Taste it,” he said, vines coiling idly around his muscular legs and up his spine to blossom around his shoulders, seemingly unnoticed.

You leaned forwards, naked beneath the willow bower he’d constructed to shield the two of you. Not that anyone would see you here in the depths of his domain, but still, the gesture was nice.

You let your tongue curl over the dewy petal of the orchid that he held between his green fingertips, and your eyes rolled at the bead of nectar that touched your tongue.

“I want you,” you breathed, and his kelp-green eyes darkened. He reached out for your hips, the orchid forgotten amid a myriad other blossoms that graced the surface of the water surrounding the small island, and he eased you down onto the soft moss with a gentle smile.  

He parted your legs and lowered his inhuman face between them, letting his tongue lap over you in a mirror of your own across the blossom, and you came alive beneath his touch.

[xgumiho]

The poor sailor who stumbled into a cursed swamp stands no chance against this ancient siren who's looking for his long-lost pirate lover, Eddie the Banished.

Ending mermay with some eldritch mer!Steve.

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