#that counts as a monster yes

[sockeyesoren]

I never showed him here His name is Frank and he likes gore and fire

[the-crooked-library]

i think i've mentioned it before in passing but it still fucks me up how Orlok is a physical manifestation of every "wrong and sinful" desire that Ellen tries to repress, as well as the panic that is associated with them.

the first sexual urges of her puberty (he claims her "ever-eternally"). the desire to dominate her husband (he dominates Thomas at the castle, demanding the subservience she never could). her queerness (he drinks from Anna, long and deep, and destroys Harding's family). the desperate longing for companionship, regardless of how dark and abnormal she believes herself to be (he answers her call from miles away, crosses an ocean for her, wants her, wants her, wants her - but she cannot imagine being wanted without repercussions, and so he brings the plague with him, a punishment for the sin of receiving what she craves).

Ellen is a mess of crushing guilt. she only ever sees ugliness in herself and i think it's so compelling to see her being desired above all else - not despite, but because of that ugliness, y'know?..

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!” 

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside. 

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude. 

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?” 

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere. 

[is-it-bussin-hannibal]

I'm just being silly aha :33 (I'm sleep deprived)

[creepermilktea]

:Soul companion club.

[your-average-art-dealer]

I've come to realize a trend/trope in ships I like and It all really boils down to:

Insanely popular and or powerful person/being x Just some random ass dude (gender neutral)

Just like: "Wow I have so much power and/or status!" (and maybe even many love interests that already want them) "Oh, who's that standing at the corner?- *literally just the most basic and average being on the fucking planet standing there* "OH MY GOODNESS, MOVE OVER RANDOS I'VE JUST SEEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!<3!!!" like that's so funny to me

[sunnylovesgirlythings]

“We get it. You’re the biggest g3 fan to ever fan. But you gotta admit the pets were a downgrade.”

HAH no. I fucking adore the g3 pets. I’m genuinely twice as likely to get a doll if it includes one.

The g1 pets were cool! But they never really felt like pets to me. They felt like another accessory.

They were severely underutilised both brand wise and narratively. I’m really not surprised they were kinda phased out overtime. Characters stopped being given them (even when they canonically did have one. R.I.P cawtion and aye.) because of just how insignificant they were to the overall experience.

But in g3? They’re everywhere! They actually feel fundamental to the experience. They feel like the characters pets!

We even get playset exclusive ones that aren’t attached to a specific character! Who are just there to add some life to the set!

Characters have bags, cushions and shoes shaped like their favourite little guy!

New pets for characters who didn’t previously get one due to them being mostly phased out by their initial release! Meet Amulette and Yun-Yun!

And you tell who they’re the pets of without me even having to say! <3

The only pet I’m not a fan of is neptuna! And that’s not for anything she does wrong!

I just… wish they’d stuck to the angler fish concept they were gunning for at first.

It’s such a creative reinterpretation of neptuna that I wish it’d stuck.

My biggest issue with the g3 pets was the one time they decided to return to being more like the g1 counterpart.

Yeah. The g3 pets are awesome, they’re my babies and I adore them so much💗 they make me happy!

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

monster high (live action) + text posts (pt 5)

(1 2 3 4)

[arwenkenobi48]

My monsterfucker ass wouldn’t last a solid hour in Orlok’s castle

[mk-chimera]

The Horned Man

Male Satyr x Fem! Human

Series: 2nd person, extra-canon short stories

Part 1 of….

CW: Explicit, F/M, bondage (technically)

Your family property might be more of a ruin than anything now, decades past its prime with once-opulent stonework that now crumbles a bit more beneath every footstep and an implacable tide of ivy slowly picking away at the siding, but it still manages to surprise you now and again.

Granted, those surprises are often of the less than pleasant kind- leaking roofs, faulty plumbing, mice chewing through just the wrong wire in the jerry-rigged electrical system to knock out the power to the main house for the better part of a week- but still. Once in a while, the place gives you something really interesting.

One night in February, while clearing out the old greenhouse that was turned into a storage area by a relative before you were born, you find a faerie.

You’re the only one living here now, which means you’re the only one around to clean and keep things neat. It also means that if something happens on the property, it only gets noticed if you yourself happen to notice it- and there are a whole lot of buildings to keep an eye on. When you go into the greenhouse, it’s for the first time in months.

You’ve been thinking about emptying it out and cleaning it up for some time, but something else always seemed to take precedence. But tonight, inspiration- or something close to it- strikes, and you find yourself entering the greenhouse with a flashlight just after midnight.

There are boxes piled everywhere, many of them full of items older than you are. There’s a stockpile of outdated furniture in here as well, and you notice that the covers on some pieces have been removed since you last saw them. Someone has been in here.

That’s when you notice the man.

You shriek. So does he. You hold your flashlight like a weapon and shine it in his face, ready to tell him you played travel ball as a teen and he has three seconds to book it out of there before you start swinging.

That’s when you notice the curling horns sprouting from the man’s head. And something else- something much, much stranger. The lower half of the man’s body is gone.

You’ve been able to see the fae your whole life. Your mother and grandmother always told you that the family had a bit of the fae blood- not enough to do anything useful, just enough to let you see things others can’t. So this man isn’t the first satyr you’ve seen, nor is he anywhere near the oddest creature you’ve seen on your property. But he certainly is the first that you’ve seen merged with a tree.

The tree itself isn’t new; this side of the greenhouse had been built around it, allowing the centuries-old oak to remain as a testament to a time when the property had been one more nameless patch of old growth forest. But you’re absolutely certain that it hadn’t had a horned man attached to its roots the last time you saw it.

You’d remember that.

“What happened to you?” You ask.

He squints at you fearfully, head turned to the side in case you decide to blind him with the flashlight again. “You can see me?” He asks in surprise.

“You and the horns,” you say dryly. “Why are you in my greenhouse?”

He lets out a nervous little giggle. “Trust me,” he said. “This wasn’t my idea.”

The vines are growing over him, you realize; he is being overgrown with ivy just as the building is.

“How long have you been here?” You ask.

“Since the Winter Solstice,” he tells you.

You learn he ended up this way for angering another fae- he’d lost a bet to her and to teach him a lesson she’d stranded him here until she returned for the Summer Solstice. He wouldn’t get hungry or thirsty, or experience any harm- but he couldn’t leave, either.

You set the flashlight down with its light pointing upwards to give you both enough light to see by. He looks remarkably good for having been stuck here for two months. His amber eyes are clear as honey, and his long eyelashes are the same red-brown as his hair. He’s clean-shaven save for the little extra growth on his sideburns that traces the first few inches of his jawline- a telltale satyr feature, along with the curly hair and the furred ears that moved as he spoke.

And the horns, of course.

You try to move some of the vines away from him and your hand finds something warm and decidedly not plant based. You snatch your hand away and he shudders. He tells you that that is another part of the punishment- all of his limbs are within the tree, but neither his cock nor his sex drive has been touched by the curse.

Whoever had done this, she had known satyrs very well. This was a punishment that would work better than most on their kind. You wonder what he possibly could have done to deserve it- or if she just got off on the thought of him being stuck like this.

“Does that mean you haven’t come since Winter?” You ask, morbid curiosity getting the better of you.

His freckled cheeks redden. “No,” he says, glancing down at where his feet should have been.

He tells you that sometimes he gets so pent up and desperate that he manages to come without any contact- not as good as a true orgasm, of course, but a blessed relief from the constant pressure and need. You feel a corresponding throb in your own body.

You put your hand back on his cock and feel his hips move towards you the little bit they are permitted.

“Please,” he says, the bashfulness vanishing and being. replaced by wild, wanton need.

You can’t tell him no.

His cock is already slick with precome. You give him a slow stroke and he gasps, craning his head down to watch you touch him. His full lips form a pretty little circle as he watches your hand move.

You give him two more deliberate pumps- and he comes in your hand with a cry, spilling more come that you’ve ever seen in one go. He comes and comes, and when he’s finally done he lets out a ragged sigh. His cock doesn’t even soften in your hand- it just twitches and throbs, red and swollen in the low light.

“Thank you,” he says shakily. Then, “Can- can you do it again?”

You do. This time you don’t even make it to fifteen strokes before he’s coming again, swearing and writhing.

You’re going to have more fun with this project than you thought.

{Part 1 of …}

[weirdchurchgirl]

this one’s for the monster fuckers

i had wayyyy too much fun making this

(watch on yt for highest quality + the video is age restricted. for obvious reasons.)

[puppetmaster13u]

Tagged by @call-me-strega Rules of the challenge are: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew, then tag as many people as there are words Which, I'll be honest, I don't particularly enjoy doing that much tagging of people, makes me feel like I'm spamming so I'll do less, hope that's okay :> @radiance1 @golden-buddle @phoenixcatch7 @hdgnj @f4nd0m-fun @mkarchin713 (Hope that's enough)

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“Oh fuck me,” Bruce muttered under his breath when he blinked the spots from his vision. If this woman tried to sacrifice the baby in her arms he’s going to start a riot.

[vermwerm]

ANTHRAX !!!!!!!!!

[lokibites]

Breakfast at the office !!

[demi-tri]

I love my taste in villain trios

Listen they mean sm to me (the Dead Gran trio never interacted canonically they're just the fragment of my imagination and these scenes from the opening/ending are the only official content they have)💔💔

I want them to have an epic rap battle they'd probably hate each other

[hazzybat]

getting back into collage with a warm up Nace. gave him some real stitches for my Monster AU