#tbt creature

[fr0ggyyyyyyy]

family photo

[artistmarchalius]

Floyd and the newly named Billie the service bat!

[widowshill]

VAMP ROGER AU QUESTION! how would he and barnabas interact together (if they ever interact)? :3 💜

tagging @tortoisesshells because she's my co-conspirator <3

excellent question! this family and their sharp-toothed men will be the death of ... well, several community members of Collinsport, i suppose.

to start — Barnabas gets out of the box slightly differently than in canon, which colors his relationship to Roger and the rest of the household. Roger kills Willie after his attempted assault on Carolyn and Vicki (who is, by that point, his wife); Willie's mysterious disappearance and Roger's suspected involvement makes Jason that much more panicked, desperate, and correspondingly aggressive. Liz goes searching for the lost family jewels in a last-ditch attempt to buy Jason off, and, inadvertently, lets their ancient family sin out of the tomb.

ergo she's made Barnabas' thrall instead of Willie, but this goes unnoticed for a while — even though her brother would, in theory, recognize the signs, and his suspicions are raised, but she's already acting so much unlike herself with Jason around that he doesn't suspect anyone else of doing her harm. yet.

at the start, he and Barnabas get along very well, even before they discover their shared affliction: they're both relatively sophisticated, well-traveled, intelligent people, and for all that Roger decries Liz's emphasis on the Collins name, he leans towards familial connections instinctively (Roger hasn't got much in the way of friends outside of the house even in canon, and he's even more isolated as a vampire).

after he finds out Barnabas is also a vampire, things get a little more complicated, but overall, they're still friendly. Roger doesn't have much sympathy for Barnabas' relentless self-pity and decrying his doomed fate to live as a monster, because Roger on the whole enjoys his vampirism and has made a decent un-life for himself out of it (thanks in no small part to Vicki). but having someone like him around is a comfort in ways he wouldn't have expected, he's no longer solitary or uniquely monstrous out of the Collins family, he has someone else around through the night, and someone who understands the sufferings of bloodthirst and being shut out of the sun.

furthermore, Roger's very much interested in his family history and stories of the past, the building of Collinwood, Jeremiah's ships – and Barnabas was there. there's potential for some very interesting conversations about the past, and the arc of the Collins family history to the present, not to mention literature, travel, fashion, politics and the rest. Roger's his cousin's mirror in modernity in many ways, and that's something potentially interesting to explore: the world changes around them, but Collinses do not.

as an aside, they both have a funny sort of relationship to Burke. Barnabas hates him for his resemblance to Jeremiah and envies his friendship with Vicki and thinks he's crude, and Roger ... well. it's complicated. it's closer to antagonism than not, and Burke has tried to kill him once in this au, and Roger resents his flirting with Vicki, but then there's everything else with their past. so I don't think Barnabas' treatment of him would sit particularly well with Roger, he'd take the attitude of hey, only I can be a dick to Burke >:(

the definite fracture point is Barnabas imprinting on Vicki. Roger's already jealous and possessive by nature, and it's amplified by the supernatural nature of his relationship to Vicki (being closer, bodily and mentally; being necessary to each other; being, quite literally, sustenance) so he's already a little on edge when Barnabas starts paying attention to her, giving her presents, and appreciating the scenery — Barnabas doesn't, exactly, tend to have much in the way of moral inclination to leaving women alone when they have prior engagements, but it's fair to point out the irony of everything Roger was doing with his bloodbag governess when he was still very much a married man.

anyway: Roger finds foreign bite marks on his wife's neck, and he's understandably immensely upset by this. partially out of territorial sentiment, but he also knows Vicki, and he knows that she wouldn't have invited another vampire willingly — which means that she was forced, or hypnotized, or attacked in secret, and there's only the one potential suspect. this is already enough to lose his good will, but he might have been willing to let Barnabas go with a "hands off," had this discovery not lead to finding out what he'd also been doing to Liz. the combination of the two is unforgivable, and it's Barnabas' error to have made an enemy who is very personally aware of all his vampiric weaknesses, and Burke's already carved a stake.

[sansloii]

Shared Royal AU stuff with friends last night but now i will repeat it because bbrrrr--

Roderick: Dragon King of Exulan

Evan: Dragon Prince of Exulan ( still Roderick's nephew )

Mikah: Evan's baby sitter Evan's personal assassin. Also secretly a disgraced noble.

Penny: Former Princess who supposedly died.. Probably the head of a Peaceful Enclave now. 100% cursed still.

Wynn: Prince of a sizeable kingdom.

Dakota: Queen of a nation and she totally didn't usurp the throne. Totally not

Joseph: attached to @soulsxng's Lerato at the hip so he is probably working for the Ahnian crown

Andris: Very very very fucking tempted to make him a King in the Fae realm or something similar. With a capital Very and I like mess.

[handgiven]

it's raining! you know what that means! [em sits in the wet grass and lets little snails crawl over his hands for a few hours]

[amethyst-halo]

Have you thought about drawing BroZone as part of your #kitty creature au? I love these versions of Poppy and Branch and would love to see the other Bros (and maybe Viva) in this AU. They're so cute

i actually got started on drawing brozone as the creatures a while ago but i lost steam for it ;v; i plan on getting back to it eventually!!!

[baiika]

//aight... i'm migrating nemu & karin here. i Dislike toggling between blogs

[pacexlikexaxghost]

More human pearls

[holymost]

no matter what verse she is in, Johanna will always and without fail, steal books and documents from very important locations. be it a fancy library, an academy, a museum, a mansion of a researcher(if she was invited for a reason of course. she doesn't partake in breaking and entering all that often), and more places of the like.

her reasoning for this is specifically tied to her searching for what her identity is; any information she can find regarding to mythical beings and immortality as a whole will always be what she is looking for when trying to add to her backlog of books, files, and similar things. its why in her home she has an entire bookcase(and more!) of JUST books surrounding myths and legends. she even has books on the subject of alchemy because of the idea of homunculus and the philosopher's stone! if she has interest in a specific book you has ownership of, chances are she's going to try and read it or take it for her own.

honestly..... its probably why she's also in constant trouble with being held captive by mythical creatures too.

[fishandships]

i just walked past a crane game and it had A STINGRAY SQUISHMALLOW IN IT. I have never in my life wanted to play a crane game so badly but also my knee-jerk thought was “Chuuya would win that for me 🥺🥺🥺”

And my follow-up thought was that he would absolutely spend like $20-$30 trying before getting pissed and using his ability to just levitate it out of the box (read: destroy the whole thing and pick the plushie out of the rubble)

[abyssfate]

Structures of Apocrypha // 2 of ??

[eridias]

old lies and fireflies, carve angels on your eyes and all is undone. your words are gelignite or, just another sentimental aside.

[riftrive]

Chaos meeting other daedric princes: they pretty cool

Chaos, meeting Hermaus Mora: haha omg hiiiii 😳

[handgiven]

fact: whenever something bad happens to emmanuel it's in the city. because if he ever got attacked by anyone while in the woods the ground would break open and swallow the attacker whole because em is friends with the trees and the fungi and the spirits and whatever makes up that place :)

[miabsurdaosadia]

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[vigilantaes]

. . .     @urushiol​​     🞂     [ prompted ]       🞂         embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.   //  can be main or an au

      it all started when she arrived in gotham  by train,  stowaway style.  she wandered the streets on her own,  fending for herself the same way she always had   —  though admittedly some of the foes here were more formidable and more aggressive.  cassandra learned years ago that people liked to target children like herself.  they underestimated what she could do to retaliate,  a fact that would make more sense once she learned how normal children were treated.  for now,  she thought them foolish at the time for picking a fight with her.

       she sought refuge one night by a building she thought was abandoned.  there was a system to her nightly camps by now;  find a shadowy corner to tuck into,  use the jacket as a blanket,  and stay vigilant in case of intruders.  that part wasn't hard with her light sleeping habits.  the spot cass chose that day was against a wall of moss,  the air nearby humid and earthy.  grass peaked from between broken concrete tiles.  she avoided laying on that part of the floor,  and when she laid down she swore she saw the moss crawl towards her.  trick of the light, maybe.  there was no time to worry about tricks.

       her eyes opened as soon as they closed,  or so she thought.  however long she was allowed to rest was unbeknownst to her.  what she did know was this;  a series of gruff grunts woke her up and it came from the entrance.  that was enough to have cass on her feet once more.  the girl grabbed at her few belongings and bundled them together before checking her surroundings.  it was dark,  oddly warm for a night in this town,  and silent.  

       no,  wait   —  not silent.  there was bristling against the walls  ...  something light and fragile.  the footsteps that approached were so quiet that they sounded just like that bristling until the figure drew closer.  cass had missed her opportunity to escape and so her next course of action was to hide.  she was taught to always choose fight over flight in times of distress,  but something in her chest told her it would not be smart to fight.  she held her breath.

       what peeked around the corner wasn't human.  the cracks of moonlight exposed green skin and poppy red hair.  she moved in a way that felt uncanny to cass,  flowy and delicate yet commanding in her movements.  her pitch was deeper than expected,  still feminine but low and endeared in a way she didn't yet recognize but would soon learn to.  the meaning to her words were a blur but they sounded pleasant together.  she could make out bits and pieces   —  ' hey,  what—  ',  '  doing?  ',  '  name?  '   —     but she wouldn't answer.  only stare.

       her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough to see how the woman's lips thinned in a way that indicated irritation.  her pointed ears reminded her of those little women with wings she had seen on toy packaging.  fay...  rees.  fayree.  fahree   —  her pondering was cut short by a pair of thin arms around her.  a waft of something floral immediately assaulted her senses.  it didn't smell bad by any means,  but it was strong and sudden and that was a combination cass had always hated.  she struggled to be released,  shockingly more bothered by the smell than being picked up by a stranger,  but was swiftly shushed by a wave of the hand.  a different flower's scent carried in the wind.

       on the way out,  cass noticed the pile of flora that wasn't there before.  she swore she saw a puddle of blood seeping out beneath it.  another look to the hair that tickled her face revealed that it was not poppy red anymore but a pale orange.  her curiosity let her to see that her freckled skin was now pale and much more human than she previously thought.  she reached a hand into ginger locks to feel for those pointy ears she once saw and found nothing out of the ordinary.  the woman said nothing to it,  only giving the little girl a comforting squeeze.