#that monster in your closet?

[industrations]

"Watch out, imsiriuslyreading. because one day you will regret this. and when the time is right, you will crawl back and beg for my cattle inheritance."

what will people say when they know your true character? when they learn the true depths of your evil?

You wish you could have my cows. My precious cattle inheritance. never EVER will you get you hands on them Loon Talis

[sirenssleep]

Quicky paint of my newest obsession: monster/eldritch/scary Danny Phantom!! (With some self indulgent shipping thrown in)

Based off of @ectoplasmranch 's design and fanfic:

Freaking LOVE IT. Not a scene in particular, but again, my monsterfucker self-indulgence with Phantom protecting Dash from a ghost or something. ;)

That may explain why I made him probably waaaaay too monstrous, as compared to the fic xD

Phantom by himself under cut C:

[sea-lanterns]

Dehya seems like the type of mom to comfort her child whenever they think there’s a monster in their closet, by opening the closet and beating the shit out of the air.

Like, oh you think there’s a monster in there? No problem! Mama Dehya will protect her kid! And then she’s throwing hands with the air in the closet, pretending to beat up the monster so her kid could sleep peacefully 🥺

[souplovingwerewolf]

One of my favorite "isn't supposed to be funny but ends up being f*cking hilarious" things is whatever is going on with the Life Of Luxury video thumbnails.

Just... Look

Theres so much happening

[justjanusthings]

[whitefangz]

periodically i remember my weird therapist and how she brought her horse sized dog to one of our meetings and he tried to bite me unprompted like i didnt even do anything i Walked up and he lunged at me. that was so funny but at the time i was really mad and i honestly almost left

[mad-hunts]

no, but have i talked about this on here before? because i don't think i have yet. though i was just thinking about all of the different people that barton has been interested in romantically, and one of them that definitely stands out to me is auriel. because even he doesn't really know what it is, but in the main story for barton, she's been missing for quite some time. i'm talking like ever since his final year of undergrad. so, it's been more than a decade since barton has seen her and yet, he still checks whether anyone with her physical description has suddenly shown up again in gotham.

and he has actually made an effort to compile whatever evidence he could pertaining to auriel's disappearance, which... although there hasn't been anything new as to where his character is in the timeline of events right now? barton may be the only person in gotham who is actively looking for her anymore. plus, before auriel went missing, she had actually lent one of her coats to him and i swear to god... this man has never taken care of an article of clothing better than he's taken care of her coat. so, this kind of makes me wonder how barton's usual behavior could be so contrary compared to him doing something like this.

i mean, judging by how he behaves around most people (which is basically TERRIBLY, to put it simply jsjsj), i think that he must've felt like they had a deeper connection between each other somehow. though auriel herself is certainly not a villain. so i'm saying this in terms of barton perhaps trusting her enough to tell her things that he wouldn't normally tell a soul, like how he was (and still somewhat is) afraid of his bio father as a kid. but yeah — seeing as i know what had happened to her character, this hits especially hard for me 😭 because she may not be dead but auriel certainly hasn't been in a good spot for a longgg time

[bananagram0]

Artfight for @nohaytroblemo, who's more active on Twitter and such. Betty's a cryptid, and uh, I um, well you see. Might be romanticizing the Other a bit.

https://artfight.net/attack/8388868.monsters-are-real-or-so-ive-come-to-believe

[anawkwardlady]

I just completely lashed out in anger lol

[creaturesfromelsewhere]

New Tales of Florida Gothic - Chapter 5

“Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Your early morning tour of the 'haunted' victorian mansion in Brooksville, Florida has been an absolute delight. Your guide, a young woman in period costume playing the part of a person from the late 1890's so convincingly, you half way believed her. As you leave, you pass another young woman who apoligizes for being so late and she'll begin your tour immediately. You point out that her colleague already took you on the tour to which she replies that she's the only one working that day. You look back at the house as ice runs down your spine.

You've now traveled 2,000 miles in a desperate attempt to escape your spectral torment, but it still isn't far enough. With the coming of twilight, you can still see the beam from the haunted lighthouse in Florida flashing across the horizon, searing itself into the depths of your eyes. Exhausted, you stumble back into your car and continue driving away.

As the storm surge from the hurricane fills your lungs, you are suddenly aware of all your past lives as your current one slips away. You are horrified to realize you have always died in hurricanes: in New Orleans, in Miami, in Galveston, in places so old they did not yet have names. And then you understand, no matter how many lives you live, you always will die in hurricanes.

As you drag the body into the back yard to bury it, you laugh as you see a sink hole has conviently formed there. With mirthless laughter, you roll the corpse into the sink and reach for your shovel. You freeze as the ground slowly closes of its accord until the hole is completely gone. Your shovel drops, forgotten, from your hand as you shuffle back into your house. The Florida soil demands to be feed.

As you lie sleeplessly in bed, your closet door slowly opens with a forboding creak. As you get out of bed and walk towards the closet door, you wonder for a moment what monster you'll become in someone else's closet. But the thought quickly passes as the hunger begins.

While renevating your bedroom, you discover an old diary hidden in the wall. As you read it, you learn it belonged to a young woman from the late 1890's, tormented by the gift of precognition - the ability to see the future. She writes of her anguish at seeing her family die despite all her attempts to prevent them from meeting the ends she had forseen. Gruesome sketches appear on some of the pages, showing the myriad ways her family and friends met their untimely fates. Then your blood runs cold as the young woman reveals that she can see a person in the distant future reading her journal, and that person is completely unaware that they too, are about to meet their end. As you turn the page, you see a sketch of youself, sitting at the same desk, reading the same journal, but the drawing reveals a hulking shadow from behind is falling across you. You turn to...

creaturesfromelsewhere 9-9-2023

[aur-el-ias]

@laulo821

[iregulargremlin]

Since its pride month The monster hiding in my closet at night came out

I'm so happy for them and glad they felt they could reveal this part of them self to me

but I wish they wouldn't make so many uncolicited foot massages during the night from beneath my bed

[slauterhause]

No context posting (I lied there's partly context in the tags)

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

reading Frankenstein for the first time...

so I just started reading Frankenstein a few days ago and all's going pretty well until "unfeeling, heartless creator! you had endowed me with perceptions and passions, and then cast me abroad, an object for the scorn and horror of mankind" happened. Reading this as a closeted transmasc hit me like a fucking train, and now all I want to do all day is cry.

Honestly I just sympathize with Frankensteins monster so much. He doesn't know who he is yet, or his purpose in the world, all he knows is that he wants love and acceptance, but instead, again and again, he is beaten and cursed as a monster, a demon, and and wretch, thrown from homes and condemned to a life of misery and loneliness, and all for the way he appears on the outside. Even back then humankind was so fucked up. It makes me sick to think about the way "weird" people are treated in this day and age just for what they identify as, or what they look like, or what they believe in. Like, anyone can be a good person, you don't need to be rich white straight christian conservative etc to be a good fucking person.

We are all Frankenstein's monster. That doesn't make us any less beautiful. Just be yourself, and you'll be beautiful in the eyes of all who truly see.

"Be yourself; everybody else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde

[birdkittenn]

just remembered an extremely old oc. girl i have great plans for you

[naughtynoodle056]

I wish I felt like I belong somewhere.