#they are just little creatures aughh

[amelia-yap]

Thanks for the Fruit Bats Whiterose, I'm going to make it my entire personality

no problem! they go on tiny adventures trying different fruits together

[liauditore]

i forgot what his ingame name was and had to scrub thru a bunch of videos looking for him like a cryptid and i think that's incredibly joe hills of him

[daigah]

Thinking about what a little freak Ted was in Justice Riders

[robinsnest2111]

3 hours of grocery shopping....

[lanabuckybarnes]

BABYGIRL, Challenge for you:

Slutty little Drabble, kinky and the first character you think about.🤭🤭

| CottageCore | 18+ MINORS DNI

Everyone Knows to steer clear of the small cottage in the woods. Everyone except the Princess. Now she must deal with the consequences of her own actions — not that she’s complaining.

[More from Beast!Ari]

✧ Pairing ✧ Beast!Ari Levinson x Princess!Reader

✧ Warnings ✧ Size Kink, Dom!Ari, Rough PinV sex, Unprotected Sex, Dacryphilia, Breeding, Dirty talk, Squirting, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Belly bulge, Cum swelling, Knotting, A little Aftercare but definitely not enough for what you’ve been through - Any more lemme know!!

✧ Author Note ✧ Ohhh bbg thank you for the request, I’ve got a lil something for ya ~ ALSO my first time writing for someone that isn’t a Sebby character but @buckys-wintersoldier will tell you I have been OBSESSED with this man, I’ve written so many little drabbles about him and annoyed her with them 🤭🤭

✧ Word Count ✧ 799

Skirting about the palace halls unseen is virtually impossible when you’re 7ft tall. Yet Ari does it effortlessly. Each night since you invaded his cottage some time ago, professing your name and title he’s come for a piece of you. And every time he’s left you writhing underneath him.

You slipped on the silk sleep gown, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of it draping down over your bare ass before slipping under your heavy sheets. Your eyes tugged downwards with sleep when the soft nocking has them snapping open again.

You should’ve been more embarrassed at the feeling of your slick arousal coating the tiny gusset of your thin panties. Behind the door, in all his glory was The Beast. Or as you’d come to find he preferred, Ari.

You’d heard stories of Ari from when you were a wee one “Don’t go into the cottage in the woods” this and “there is a hideous creature who calls that place home, people who have gone seeking it have not returned” that. You didn’t think the man eyeing you like prized venison was ugly at all, he was huge; his thin shirt ripped and ragged, barely covering his corded muscles each time he moved a little, the coarse hair over his chest and arms making your mouth dry.

Then there was that thing between his legs. You didn’t think you could ever go back to another man after Ari had plunged himself into you the first time, almost splitting your hungry snatch in two. That definitely wasn’t ugly.

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“Ari! Ari Ari” you moaned like a madman, hips pushing back to meet every one of the beast’s delightfully hard thrusts, tears flowing down your cheeks. His huge hand clapped over your mouth, thumb running up and down the bridge of your nose soothingly.

“Gotta be quiet little queen, don’t want the king to hear you” he snarled, sharp canines nicking the stretched skin of your neck as he pulled your face back.

For someone so concerned about your father hearing you both he certainly didn’t care about the loud squeaking of your thick mahogany bed, the headboard thumping dents into the wall it rested on. No, it was his beastly nature to have full control over you, that meant subduing your noises when he saw it fit.

Every time his thick, heavy cock pulled out a stream of your juices squirted onto the steadily soaking sheets, your walls singing at the small reprieve before squealing again when he speared it back in. Your cervix was most definitely bruised, the pain was almost too much for you to bear each time his plush tip kissed it.

“Aughh little queen, nothing but a village whore for your beast’s cock. What would your kingdom say when I pumped that belly full of cum, giving you my cubs…mmm shit squeezing me, you want your belly swollen because of me?” He groaned animalistically, his free hand pressing down into your tummy. His pace slowed for a second, a whimpering sound falling from his lips before he pulled you up into his chest, his paw for a hand grabbing your clenched one and pressing it to where he just had.

When you felt it you came undone, his head poking against your belly each time he sunk in; it was too much, far too much to hold back.

“Mmm flower you’re milking me, you like the feeling of me in there? So deep in that little body…fuck…oh little Queen beg for my come, beg for it inside that little womb” Ari’s voice wavered, his thrusts increasing to an almost impossibly fast pace and leaving you almost completely dumb with overstimulation.

“Want you cum Ari…fuckfuckfuck! Please Ari need you to swell me up please please ahhhh” you screamed, uncaring of volume as you came again with Ari, your vision going white as he held your body still, strumming your little clit as he filled you.

His hand moved with yours, running it over your now swollen tummy. His knot sitting thick and heavy at your entrance stopping any of his thick cream from slipping out.

He lay you on your side, his heavy body plastered on your back, his lips kissing up your neck before licking at your ear.

“Good little queen, all swollen with beast’s essence, make adorable babies…keep you to myself and make sure my queen is happy for the rest of her life” Ari mumbled, his settling finally and his arms holding you tighter.

You weren’t sure how much of it Ari meant, was it just talk from his high or was he planning on giving you everything he proclaimed? You weren’t sure and you were too dumb to think right now, but the thought of living in his small cottage away from the limelight, having his babies. It made you safe.

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[serpenndragon]

Ok hear me out on this idea qsmp skephaloers I'm talking to you

I've had this fic idea for YEARS. like. actual years since the dsmp days and I'm obsessed

Ok so. I am in awe I havent really seen content of this idea at all but the TLDR is that one day the CCs wake up as their characters, on the island, eggs (which are baby dragons) and all And I don't just mean "woah omg the qsmp is real we're our characters" I mean like. Shock. Body Horror. Parental responsibilities put on these people they never expected to have, forms features and instincts they have to get used to. Phil, Quackity, Baghera, Jaiden? Hva eto get used to having feathers and other birdisms, but they have the easiest out of all the members who werent just mostly humanoid, Bad, Bagi, and Foolish for example? Have newly aqquired teeth claws strange anatomy and all sorts of other wackadoodle stuff O_o

This fic would be verrrrryyy skephalo centric, Skeppy is at his motel with Jr and eventually Puffy, that must have been a shocker lmao

I've actually sketched out a lot for this idea (specifically Bad's pov waking up and a bit of Skeppy's pov) hold on

blurgg as you can see very roug but hopefully it makes sense kinda ??? maybe ????

More ideas for this I rambled about:

I feel like bad and the other islanders would be working on stuff/trying to figure shit out while Puffy and Skeppy (and jr) were all trying to find if anyone else they knew was around Bad would claim he somehow "felt" Skeppy was somewhere (which is his demon soulbond he has with Skeppy, it's not just a normal feeling cough cough) and Skeppy would be convinced Bad HAD to be around also because Jr and Puffy were there, they were their characters, the fictional kid he had with Bad was with him so he just had to be Quackity and the other admins would ofc not be the gatekeeping overlords of the island and actively work to figure shit out, including using the train system and seeing if anyone else they knew was around I have an idea that they'd send people out from the island, (like maybe group members who havent met skeppy before) who find Skeppy/jr/puffy, and realize who they are Bad would have stayed on the island because of his protectiveness over the eggs (thanks demon instincts) and couldnt leave them, and they figured he'd be the best bet to keep them safe anyways, + he was losing hope that his "feeling" that skeppy was around was real and just delusion that is UNTIL the other islanders come back with a new few people ermmm shocked teary reunion when

Aaaaaand I actually sketches this out too woah (this is one I wanna clean up for SURE bc omg

ANYWAYSSS you gotta get on board with this one I'm sooo so normal abt it

aughh more ideas:

- the other islanders dont know what skeppy and bad's deal is LOL half of them think theyre boyfriends (and for drama purposes, in this they are not officially yet but by god are they obvious) - Bad semi flipping the FUDGE out because his demon features are a LOT to get used to and he has instincts he has to repress and just lots of silly stuff. like why is he so pissed Skeppy's taking food from somebody else? Why does he feel like Dapper and the other eggs need to stay close to him at all times/ride on his back? Instead of his regular nervous bbh sounds he makes inhuman garbles and growls which is new, not to menation the mountainload of other things like his anatomy and going from a warm to cold blooded creature LOL his eyesight is also different and he's sensitive to light - Skeppy and Bad have like. actual children now which is a huge fucking deal hello??? They gotta navigate and talk that shit out because jr is like a 5 year old and Dapper + the other eggs while still being the admins are baby dragons O_o They went through crazy changes as well, being a baby animal comes with having baby behavior despite their intelligence - Besides ALL THAT after being overjoyed with seeing eachother again, Skep and Bad have like a little argument over Bad refusing to see skeppy as frequently as he promised to which Bad is like "are u rlly worried about that right now look around you" ermmm a little beef there but they figure it out dw

- hmmm idea what if everyone realizes that the code entity is not an admin, and is a real thing tryuing to kill them maybe (?) omg maybe - Skeppy gets to meet all teh babies!!! I have a feeling he'd get along with the eggs great but also maybe have a small rivalry with a few of them?? lol in a silly way - Islanders find more about themselves and the things they can do yay! Like ppl with wings learn to fly, ppl learn their weapons, magic users start to learn magic and they all decided to learn asl for the eggs - lotssss of angst these motherfuckers are still so confused and miss their regular lives despite the incredible and odd situation theyre in - islanders are still confused on what skeppy and bad's deal is like. they have kids they live together and dont leave eachother's sides prettymuch and go to eachother for comfort primarily - Bad and Skeppy disregard remarks and questions about their relationship THIS IS THEM CENTRIC ALWAYS N FOREVER… - skephalo need to have "the talk", bad needs to face his insecurities and skeppy needs to face his sexuality crisis

silly dads with their silly kids (real) this sketch is kinda old but I wanna clean it up sometime maybe and it fits with this idea very much WRITERS HIII If someone with qsmp knowledge is interested in maybe collabing with me to bring this idea to life please do hmu

IM GOING TO EXPLODE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME U GET ME WITH THIS ONE aughh also I want to yap about this so bad

PLEASE ask any questions u have, my response box is open and you're welcome to in the comments to!! Or dms idc

AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! am I crazy or no

If you've read this far you are a real one anyways live laugh love skephalo

[wellthebardsdead]

*the emerald grove devil, new friends*

———

Falûne: *tucks his wings away and walks to Shadowheart, kneeling down and taking her hand as he checks for a pulse* please don’t be de-

Shadowheart: *groans awake and looks up to see him checking her pulse* I-I’m alive! You’re alive! How??

Falûne: no clue, I’ve found out plenty of times I’m hard to kill but you. Divine intervention from your deity perhaps but… Shar isn’t one to favour her disciples so… keenly.

Shadowheart: you, know i worship the dark lady?

Falûne: Your armour is a length of fabric and a lick of paint short of being a dark justiciars garb and your literally baring her symbol on your forehead. I’m not an idiot.

Shadowheart: clearly, but you’d be surprised at how few pay attention to obvious signs. So, do you have any clue where we are?

Falûne: I do actually, my home is literally just up there over the hill, but… I need your help… my papa is the only one I know who can cure this but he’s been captured and-

Shadowheart: I’ll help you free him if he can get this damned thing out of my head.

Falûne: *sighs with relief* thank you, let’s go!

*a few minutes later*

Astarion: *holding Falûne down with a knife to his throat* Nod~

Falûne: *headbutts him and kicks him in the groin as he gets up* nasty little ra- *recoils as the tadpole connects to him, a vision of dark alleys in a city polluted by corruption* Ughh-

Astarion: Arghh!! What was that?!

Falûne: th-the tadpole, it’s connected us…

Astarion: the worm… of course… And to think I nearly painted the ground with your innard-

Falûne: I made the decision not to impale your head on my horns. Youd better start apologising. Fast.

Astarion: Ah, r-right, f-forgive me. I always took you Druid types as a peaceful sort of people.

Falûne: I am a devil blessed by the Huntress herself. I am peaceful, but I am not afraid of bloodshed.

Astarion: Is that so~? Well, I think we will get along quite well. My names Astarion, I was in baldurs gate when those beasts snatched me.

Falûne: I am Falûne Silverbough, Faithwarden to the Emerald Enclave and honorary unicorn chosen by Mielikki herself.

Shadowheart: *visibly impressed to see someone so favoured by divinity*

Astarion: a pleasure. So, do you know anything about these worms?

Falûne: plenty. More than most. They’ll turn us into mindflayers.

Astarion: turn us into- ha! Hahahahaha- ha… of course it’ll turn me into a monster, what did I expect?…

Falûne: you should expect the unexpected… we should have turned already… something’s very wrong… your chances are better with us, come on.

*a few more minutes later*

Falûne: *hooves pushing against the cliff side as he pulls gales hand* for fuck sake wizards are always so clumsy- Come- OOOON!!! AUGHH! *hits the ground hard and wheezes as Gale lands on him* h-hello…

Gale: *grunts as he gets up* oooffff, hello to you too, I’m Gale of Waterdeep.

*a few more minutes later*

Falûne: *runs up the hill to see Lae’zel in a cage* WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING?!

Damays: *spins around* it’s- the faithwarden!! Thank the nine you’re alive!! We captured one of the creatures that killed our scouts!

Falûne: you mean the Githyanki from the mountain pass?! Because she’s not one of them you morons!! You sound just like the people who call us foul bloods!

Nymessa: I… you’re right… w-we- are you sure she’s not-

Falûne: I’m sure, she’s not from faerun. Now leave. I’ll see you both back at the grove.

Damays: but-

Falûne: GO!

Damays: *backs off as his tail tucks between his legs, nodding to nymessa before walking off with her*

Lae’zel: enough Gawking, get me down!

Falûne: …Say please~

Lae’zel: never.

Falûne: *snickers and sets her free*

[limbus-limousine]

Your Demian in that art you posted was done so fucking well I thought he was Frau Eva for a second you REALLY nailed the way you drew him I went like slack jawed irl

IVE WANTED TO DOODLE SOMETHINH LIKE THIS EVER SINCE I GOT THIS ASK...

Just got tk it recently bc i been drawing nonstop lately aughh

My headcanons... Demian to me is like a creature i know he is a little freak.

Anywaus i love drawing them side to side to see the face shape contrast.very fun!!!

[nomstellations]

XURK1TREE 👀 it's on nof my faves aughh

The Ultra Beasts were curious, yet dangerous visitors to the world unlike anything anyone's ever seen. Humanity sought to understand these alien creatures, but found that their native dimensions were dangerous for normal people to traverse.

That's where they came in. They were designated Ulysses.

A research android built to explore Ultra Space and collect data on the worlds within and the beasts that lived there. Equipped with their own team of pokemon in case they tried to attack, Ulysses was sent out on their maiden voyage into the unknown. They were instructed to return if things proved too dangerous, but they were built for this job and they would see it through. Chalk it up to the emotions they were programmed with, just in case they met any other people in Ultra Space.

Traveling was just as unpredictable as the studies showed. Ulysses wasn't sure where they ended up- their arrival in this Ultra World was rough, and only after running a diagnostics check to confirm nothing was damaged could they examine their surroundings. It was dark here, but strangely well-lit. The sky was a deep, dark blue near constantly lit by flashes of lightning, with thunder booming to announce each strike. Odd buildings dotted the landscape, monolithic and glowing a gentle blue. They didn't see anything around yet, but...the air was practically buzzing with electricity. It was uncomfortable to their sensors, and they didn't quite come prepared to deal with overcharging... The best solution was to move through quickly, find the beasts, gather data, and leave. Easy 20-minute expedition!

The buzzing in the air grew louder, almost painfully so, and the robot had little time to react to lightning striking VERY close to their position. Warning symbols flashed in their vision, the electricity was getting too much for them to handle and they had JUST arrived! Ulysses ambled away towards a rocky outcrop that provided some cover...but the storm likely wouldn't let up, and too much exposure would damage them and potentially deactivate them for good. It would seem they weren't nearly as prepared as their creators would've hoped...outside of the overflow of electricity, shame filled their circuits at the thought of their first mission being a failure.

Outside of the warnings flashing over their vision, Ulysses could pick up on movement. A sign of life in this barren place could only mean one thing- an Ultra Beast! What approached was easily twice Ulysses' size. It appeared to be humanoid in shape, but closer inspection revealed that its body was made of countless cables and wires, bound in some spots by glowing white bands. Its hands were purely metallic and sharp at the ends, looking like claws. Its head resembled a starburst, or maybe some kind of spark- visual analysis was a bit difficult due to their current state, but Ulysses recognized it as UB-03. A thick cordlike tail wagged behind it, and it was drawing ever closer to them...

Ulysses could note that its head was flashing at them. It was too rhythmic to be just random- could this be how it communicated? It wasn't like they understood, but they were in no position to do anything...they could feel some of their limbs shorting, causing them to jerk erratically. The beast flinched back, before drawing closer. A curious hand reached out, watching electricity jump between its finger and their body. After a moment of what seemed to be deliberation, it got closer. It didn't seem hostile at the very least-

Suddenly, Ulysses found themselves being hoisted up by the back of their suit. While it still didn't seem hostile, it was still well over twelve feet tall. It lifted the robot up a bit above its head, which tilted around a bit as if it was studying them. Then its other hand came up, moving towards its torso which was strangely "unbound" compared to the rest of its cablelike body. It opened itself up, wires parting and opening into a space that it was now lowering them into. Were they being...consumed? Ulysses was helpless to stop it from doing whatever it wished. At this point, it was preferable to being out in the harsh elements.

They were lowered into a loosely bag-shaped space, and the cables that parted to accept them inside moved to trap them. The inside of the beast was just as strange as the outside- the space shifted and pushed against them, with the internal cabling being covered in a light layer of some sort of slime. Blue lights traveled along the cables that surrounded them, particularly where their body touched the rubbery surface of the cables. Ulysses could feel electricity draining from their body...could it be leeching power from them? The warning symbols faded away as the excess electricity was leeched from them. As observed, this beast seemed to feed on electricity...the lightning strikes outside would likely keep it well fed. It wasn't likely it could digest them...but when was it going to let them out? Pressing at the cables did nothing for the research android. It wasn't drawing any more power from them, so this position allowed for some extensive data collection for the time being.

[girlymatsu]

Thinking about Osoeri as like... Chiikawa creatures, they just give the vobe of dumb little adorable, squishy creatures- they have an inseparable bond so in whatever universe they are they don't wanna let eachother go 🥺❤️🧡 osoeri also mach eachother's freak

YESS I think of them like freaking squishy creatures hugging and rolling around all the time!! Other than Chiikawa i see little mascots like this and I’m like AUGHH OSOERI https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTN8C85u1/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTN8C6eua/

Little mochi ball thangs… aaaaowaaafgfsuehrjfovknwjrofpspqwe I’m glad u also think of them like this.. and yes… they match each other freak.. the freaky touchers

[sqwdkllr]

dude your art is so amazing..i fucking love how you do anatomy, and linework, its just so perfect and also your qsmp designs??!? so fucking cool. your deathduo especially is so so dear to me<3 and your bluebird au(/aus?) amd your bluebird art in general its just so <33333…and your qsmp entities like cucu and eye creature and especially baribel, MAN those are singlehandedly my favorite qnpc designs theyre so great like. how the eye guy just has Teeth that come out of his head wherever?? and all your little headcanons about the bears??? THEYRE SO COOL MAN. and your philza with the patches on his pants n the baby zombie scar on his leg (also whats the scar on his nose from?)(also also i love your phils hair, like the short with the little braid its so neat:DD), and pommes hijab braids, and the zippers on th back of cucu and ositos heads (i have yet to figure out what those are for but ehatever theyre cool anyway) n just like. the thought and detail that goes into them, im rambling but aa<333 theyre all amazing:) OU AND YOUR COMICS,, i love love love how you structure n format them because theyre so dynamic and interesting while still being super readable and the ART IVE SAID IT ALREADY BUT I NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH. its just so nice. like how you use general shapes and like i dont know how to explain it but its cool:)) your art lives in this little spot in my brain rent free…made me subconsciously kind of incorporated stuff you do into my own art process like sketching shit in blue LOL

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just needed to rant a tiny bit because youre one of my fsvorite artists n you inspire me so much ssob,,anyway have a good day mate

This ask makes my heart explode oh my goddd. I'm so happy you enjoy the stuff I put out augghh that so sweet THIS ENTIRE MESSAGE IS SO SWEET WTF. I hope you are ready for a ramble about hc/theory/design choices. Seriously its long-

I have so many head canons I like showing. Some lean towards theory territory and others I legitimately do not believe in myself BUT I like drawing it out because WHY NOT !!?? I like the whimsy of it all

THE BLUEBIRD AU is purely me having fun. Its such an angst filled au that is coated with a mask of nuclear family and hurt/comfort. In reality its like being hit with a sauce pan repeatedly. I'm more of a scientist Jaiden believer personally. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON DEATHDUO- Man I want to go back to drawing self-indulgent stuff for that. Fuck this ask is making my brain engine go insane AUGHH-

Like stuff about Osito just being a huge flirt because of their exposure to Roier from the beginning or Baribal being a pot head, yeah those sort of head cannons I'm sure people are dying to hear from me (sarcasm). Or more serious ones like the relationship, more like lack of, between Cucurucho and Baribal being one of miscommunication that snowballed into hate but never enough to kill each other. Literally the trope of "twins separated where one is raised within evil and other is forced to take them down" but it's very dark grey from both sides. YESSIR

Or other theory territory like federation not knowing that Cucurucho and Osito are not the same person because it’s a secret- BUT THAT’S VERY FANON/THEORY TERRITORY AND TOO CONVOLUTED FOR HERE-

Oh and of course more tame head cannons like sexualities and stuff. Cucurucho is aromantic to me. All of them are transgender. The entire fed staff. Fuck even the purgatory island goobers. No real concept of what gender is and sort of adopted what the islanders do or what the federation refers to them as. It's just not a thing, same with labels on sexuality. If you like someone then you just like them and that’s how it rolls !!

THE WATCHER. MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS GUY. Like actual constant threat and you are left scrambling trying to figure out the rules of not pushing the wrong buttons so you stay alive. I know his concept art had like him as a human at some point, but I like fungus goop watcher more. Little goober who just so happen to survive the longest, learn the most, and as a result evolve to what he is now. Eventually became strong enough to overthrow the previous leader (and consume them-) and is now king of the purgatory island in privacy. Until the new islanders were sent there ofc. So yeah, bro is very old, its why Cucurucho has no clue who this dude is when he does get to put a face to the name.

PHILZA. This guy is the kinda guy to put survival above all. So I like to imagine that not only would he be covered in scars because he tanks most of the hits and is generally a very selfless person- SOME SCARS HAVE A REASON ! The zombie scar being one of course, semi infected bc I like to think that he did not die in his hc world but rather came close to it. And his buildings is what caught the attention of the goddess of death and allowed for her to give him immortality and be her eyes in the mortal realm as her angel of death. So the poison is still in his foot, just unmoving. Stuck in time just like his body unable to age. As for the scar on his cheek? Nightmare Stalker grabbing him by the face and throwing him in the ocean the second time he tried to get up to save Tallulah. The only evidence left of that night happening. YES SHORT HAIR PHILZA AND POMME WITH A HIJAB YESSS

The zippers are supposed to show that their "head" is not actually what they look like. It’s a helmet/mask. I don't draw their real faces out of fear of making them look too "human" but rather I enjoy the implication that they COULD LOOK LIKE any other islander. Isn’t the thought that this horrible twisted shell of a being could look just as human as you so much more eerie? I dunno I was watching horror analysis videos of the unknown while building the fanon side of them- Now why their masks can emote?,,, its cartoon logic !! And it's cute I have so many thoughts on these guys can you tell? OH MY GODD THANK YOU THO. Augh this is the sweetest message ive ever read pls.im so so very glad these little guys can make you happy. That’s such an honor fr !!

[24bughours]

Tf2 fans, how are we feeling about mythical creature aus. Personally i LOVE them and i have my own little artworks and ideas and i just adore them AUGHH,, i love being cringe,,, ramble/art below the cut

Backstory for this pic is Scout heard that Sniper's double his size and tried to prove he's tough enough to get him off the ground, which he somehow managed.

Ive got my own assigned creatures to all of the mercs like scout being a shark merman, soldier being a minotaur, spy being a betta fish merman, etc. etc. I might post about em more soon if anyone's even interested in this, but for now i'll list them in the tags :-)

Ive set up this whole backstory about how they're all together too,, the admin is just this crazy rich gorgon lady and, in exchange for providing them protection and money, gives em specialized work. She essentially pays off the humans to ignore the workforce she's collected/the rather strange jobs they do,,

The main crew pretty much just does the same old merc work from the comics. They arent necessarily "special" despite everything i just told you. Yes, theyre creatures of myth, but there's more than enough beasts on the administrator's force to take care of those other odd jobs you might expect a mythical creature to handle. They're the same old team but mythified i suppose

Tentaspy and vampire medic are pretty common examples of this type of media and i love em both to death, but i made different versions of them for this trope. i appreciate being able to make this weird, fun, cringy artwork for myself and i hope if you've read this far you like this type of stuff too

[creppersfunpalooza]

hide, pain, and future from the ask game?

for koi and rosé :3

cw/tw: very quick mentions of addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms, manipulation

for Koi and Rosé

Hide

Koi

Koi hides in a much more literal sense than Rosé. He’s constantly on the run and tries to avoid attention because of that, despite being a fairly extroverted person when he’s in the proper mental state. In a less literal sense, Koi tends to hide his fear and lack of control over a situation. He’s not too hard to scare, but it’s pretty hard to get him to show it. He has a whole cycle of emotions he goes through before he finally gives in. His mental health is terrible, so he spirals a lot into paranoia and unhealthy habits (mainly smoking and drinking) as a way to avoid confronting his emotions. He’s not afraid to cry around people he trusts and he really does try to express himself, but he doesn’t want people to worry about him. He wants to be able to take care of himself even when that’s the worst thing he could possibly do.

Rosé

For Rosé, I’d say he hides his anger. He’s driven by revenge and spite, but if you asked anyone he’s worked with, they’d say he’s a very charismatic (or menacing) person. He hides behind a mask of charm and makes himself into a caricature of a person because it’s a lot easier to distract himself when he’s someone else. He doesn’t let anyone in emotionally because he no longer relates to the people he surrounds himself with. Even the most fantastical creatures seem so clueless. He lacks any sort of empathy towards other people because they’re not important to him. that’s probably not healthy my man!

Pain

Koi

“Oh wow uh, I don’t know. Most of the experiments that I went through had me completely knocked out from beginning to end, so none of those were painful. I think I have a pretty high tolerance. Tough skin or whatever.” He paused, scratching at his wrist with a faraway expression that snapped back into focus a few moments later.

“I mean emotionally it was probably realizing that none of my friends were ever actually my friends and that they all want me dead now and a person that I thought I could trust and considered my fucking family used me for years just to get me to— y’know… I… Don’t know. I don’t know why I’m still so hung up over it either. He’s a bad person. I know that. But before everything he actually made me felt like I belonged there.”

Rosé

“Pain? My, it’s been a while since I’ve experienced that. Well, my dear, you’ve got me thinking over your question! Oh, what could it be? Perhaps use your eyes. You have them for a reason. Or maybe you’re just not the best at deduction? Surely you can’t think that these are natural.” He motions to his wings with an elegant and theatric hand. “It wasn’t an enjoyable process. I’ll tell you that much, darling. Revisiting such memories would be such a waste of time… I’ve found myself drowning in them if I put too much emphasis on it.”

“Anyways, are you looking for anything specific today, or are you just here to waste my time?” His smile strains ever so slightly, but his voice is still buttery and smooth.

heee’s lyinggggg but oh wellllll :333

Future

Koi

“…I just don’t want to go back. Anything’s better than going back to that place. As long as I can avoid that, I’m getting an outcome I’m okay with. I don’t care what happens to me as long as it keeps me away from him. I don’t think I can handle seeing him. I wouldn’t be able to think. To move. I probably wouldn’t run even if I could.” He dug his fingernails into his sleeves and looked down, tense and frozen in place.

“Sorry… Aughh. We were in the middle of talking, shit. I didn’t mean to just go silent on you. But yeah uh, I’m just hoping to avoid the D.A. I think I’m doing pretty well with that. I’ve only been brought back once, and that’s only because I made a stupid mistake, so it doesn’t count.”

Rosé

“Ohh the future… That means very little to me. My actions don’t really affect me, after all. It’s a glorious thing, I can do whatever I want and face no real consequences! Boring after a while, sure, but that’s why you mix it up a bit! I like to tempt those who too have lost joy in the mediocrity that the world has trapped them in. Those with impossible desires… And then I like to watch them enjoy their gift and new life, only to find they have ruined themselves and nothing can be fixed.” He holds out a palm, illustrating his words through spirals of pink and white that crumble in his grasp seconds later. “But for me? The worst outcome I could possibly think of has already passed! Things can’t get worse! They already have dipped and fallen and I have experienced the best and worst of things! Humanity is fucking fowl! And not just them either, every living and even the non-living! Even the gods are flawed and disgusting in their own right, my dear. So in short, I don’t care what happens. I’m simply along for the journey.”

sorry this took a while i had NO motivation to write but here u go :3 feast!!! thank you for sending in the asks!!!

[bluelolblue]

YAYAYA QUOTING TIME

The slut behavior already MMHH

He toyed with Michael's pen, spinning it between his fingers. "Don't I deserve a reward, for everything l've being doing for you?"

WOAH GET THE BITCH AHAHAH

"You don't deserve a reward for breaking into my study." When Santino opened his mouth to protest, he raised a finger. "Yes, yes, not breaking in. You were allowed right in the door. But it's the behavior of a sex-starved stalker, wouldn't you agree?"

RAAHH SANTINOOO you whining horny creature

Santino flushed and stood up. "Whose fault is that, Mikey? You haven't visited me," he whined.

THIS WHOLE PART AUGHH the way Santino acts when he wants attention is one of my favorite things about him, he's so fucking hot like that

Fine. Time to get his attention, then. This was the way their little games always went Santino circled around the desk to drape himself over Michael's chest, inhaling his smoke and nuzzling against his neck in an effort to distract him. But it was Santino who was getting hot and bothered. "You can't tell me I've come all this way for nothing," he panted, inches from Michael's lips.

WOAAAAH THAT'S WHAT YOU GET SANTI

A small sigh. "This is what happens when you come into my home without permission. Santi. You don't get to cum in me."

I uhh omg IRHAUHSJWSH i SANTINO AND HIS IMAGINATION also "ride me until I bleed" WHAT SANTINO OMG AHAHJ you sick little horny bastard keep talking 😭

"Please, ah fuck...Michael, I need it. Please, you can't do this to me. I'll make it the best you've ever had. You can do anything to me. Choke me, bite me, ride me until I bleed, I don't care. l've been sitting here all day, thinking about you..."

Damn right don't help the horny slut 😈

Michael chuckled. "You're really that horny? Well, help yourself then. l'm not going to help you." He took another drag, feigning disinterest and looking out the window again.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES YESBYES YESS YEGSSS YES YES SYEYSGSS YESSSHSGSHH HFHSSHWUSH ANGLING INTO IT

He just started grinding against the Don's thigh, grateful even for that little friction. "'Bastard," he swore breathlessly "Look what you've done to me." He squeezed his thighs against Michael's. gripping solid muscle. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like Michael shifted his knee upward, angling into it.

NEEDY SANTINO NEEDY SANTINO NEEDY SANTINO NEEDY SANTINO

"Mmm...please, kiss me Mikey. Please." He strained towards Michael's lips but two fingers pressed against his own, pushing him back. He growled in frustration and retaliated by taking them into his mouth, sucking on them vigorously.

FUUCKK YES RUAHDUAHSJAISBJAIEDN

Santino was getting to be a real mess. Sweat beaded against his collar and tears were forming in his eyes. "Fuck! No...I need to cum so bad..."

"Fine then. Show me how much."

I quoted everything bc I WENT EVEN MORE FERAAAAAALLL AAAHH

Santino moaned and humped faster, heedless of the way the fabric burned and strained against his oversensitive cock. The humiliation of the whole thing started to overwhelm him. The agony of those lips so close to his, those blank eyes fixed on Santino's burning cheeks. And the rhythm that felt so good but so filthy. He realized he really was going to cum in his pants like a dog humping his master's leg, but he couldn't seem to stop. His own legs started shaking and he nearly slid sideways but Michael held him in place, letting him rut as hard as he wanted.

SOBBING THROUGH HIS ORGASM THAT BITCH YESSSS

Michael must have felt the change in his motions, because he clamped a hand over Santino's mouth before he could moan too loudly. Santino bit down on the flesh without thinking, but it didn't stop him from sobbing through his orgasm.

OFC YOU DIDDDD

"Fuck...I bit you.." he said brokenly, still gasping.

AWWW wiping away tears 😭

But their little game was over, and that gentle, strong hand just caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears. "It's okay." Michael guided him to the chair and pulled him into his lap, holding him.

Thank you for coming... or coming? 😈 both fr HEHEBEB

"I missed you," Don Corleone said softly, into his curls. "Thank you for coming."

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH and this ship is really hot like I actually love it so much AAAAAAA

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THISSSS 💙💙💙💙

Santino humping Michael's thigh hard, like he's such a bitch for it, he cries when he comes in his pants

(I just like to imagine Santino being a slut all the time... and him humping a thigh has been on my mind for so long, I'm going insane)

Uhh yeah just thought I'd share this thought with you :]

Hehehe, this is so Santino. I love that these two work as any combination of dom and sub. Thank you for the ask!!

Also, for new people: I'm writing these two as if the Corleone family was forced to join the High Table and serve Santino D'Antonio, who is in charge of the Camorra's US operations.

Urgent Business

Michael Corleone x Santino D'Antonio, AKA SaintAngel (John Wick Fandom Crossover), 926 words

TW: smut, biting, crying, what could be interpreted as stalking

It hadn’t been so long since they’d seen each other. But to Santino, it had been an eternity. Two months. Two months of hell in New York, trying to balance Michael’s demands with his family’s expectations, without revealing that he favored the Corleones. Why did he always feel like he was the one working for the Don instead of the other way around? He was wrapped around Michael’s finger, and he had to admit he liked it.

But he couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. A few long distance calls, panting desperately into the receiver to the sounds of Michael’s dirty talk, simply wasn’t enough. In February, he showed up unannounced in Nevada.

Michael entered his study that evening and froze, a hand still on the doorknob. “How did you get past the guards?”

“I had ‘urgent business’ with you. They know better than to refuse a representative from the Table.” Santino was sitting at his desk, wearing a smug grin.

Michael clicked the door shut and frowned. Any trace being caught off guard had already vanished. “Hmmm. And what business would that be, exactly?”

He toyed with Michael’s pen, spinning it between his fingers. “Don’t I deserve a reward, for everything I’ve being doing for you?”

The answer wasn’t immediate. Michael took his time, leaning against the wall to light a cigarette. Santino watched the movement of his lips gripping the paper lazily, the smooth, unhurried motions of the lighter. At last Michael returned his gaze, eyeing him, calculating. “You don’t deserve a reward for breaking into my study.” When Santino opened his mouth to protest, he raised a finger. “Yes, yes, not breaking in. You were allowed right in the door. But it’s the behavior of a sex-starved stalker, wouldn’t you agree?”

Santino flushed and stood up. “Whose fault is that, Mikey? You haven’t visited me,” he whined. Michael made no reply, didn’t even look at him. He just looked out the window at the setting sun.

Fine. Time to get his attention, then. This was the way their little games always went. Santino circled around the desk to drape himself over Michael’s chest, inhaling his smoke and nuzzling against his neck in an effort to distract him. But it was Santino who was getting hot and bothered. “You can’t tell me I’ve come all this way for nothing,” he panted, inches from Michael’s lips.

A small sigh. “This is what happens when you come into my home without permission, Santi. You don’t get to cum in me.”

An indignant whimper escaped his throat. The Don’s body was intoxicatingly close to him now, right within reach yet so far away. Desperate for relief, Santino wove their legs through each other, straddling his thigh. Pleading and promises fell from his lips unbidden. “Please, ah fuck…Michael, I need it. Please, you can’t do this to me. I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had. You can do anything to me. Choke me, bite me, ride me until I bleed, I don’t care. I’ve been sitting here all day, thinking about you…”

Michael chuckled. “You’re really that horny? Well, help yourself then. I’m not going to help you.” He took another drag, feigning disinterest and looking out the window again. But his hand was on the small of Santino’s back, supporting him.

That touch alone was enough to drive him crazy. It was completely undignified, but he didn’t care. He just started grinding against the Don’s thigh, grateful even for that little friction. “Bastard,” he swore breathlessly. “Look what you’ve done to me.” He squeezed his thighs against Michael’s, gripping solid muscle. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like Michael shifted his knee upward, angling into it.

“Mmm…please, kiss me Mikey. Please.” He strained towards Michael’s lips but two fingers pressed against his own, pushing him back. He growled in frustration and retaliated by taking them into his mouth, sucking on them vigorously. Maybe he could get close like this…but in another moment they were pulled away again, producing another whine.

Santino was getting to be a real mess. Sweat beaded against his collar and tears were forming in his eyes. “Fuck! No…I need to cum so bad…”

“Fine then. Show me how much.”

Santino moaned and humped faster, heedless of the way the fabric burned and strained against his oversensitive cock. The humiliation of the whole thing started to overwhelm him. The agony of those lips so close to his, those blank eyes fixed on Santino’s burning cheeks. And the rhythm that felt so good but so filthy. He realized he really was going to cum in his pants like a dog humping his master’s leg, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His own legs started shaking and he nearly slid sideways but Michael held him in place, letting him rut as hard as he wanted.

Michael must have felt the change in his motions, because he clamped a hand over Santino’s mouth before he could moan too loudly. Santino bit down on the flesh without thinking, but it didn’t stop him from sobbing through his orgasm.

When his senses started to return, he realized he tasted iron.

“Fuck…I bit you…” he said brokenly, still gasping.

But their little game was over, and that gentle, strong hand just caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears. “It’s okay.” Michael guided him to the chair and pulled him into his lap, holding him.

Only then did Santino feel his tiredness. Perhaps Michael had needed him just as badly. “I missed you,” Don Corleone said softly, into his curls. “Thank you for coming.”

[mykocalico]

i truly don’t know how ppl can post art Consistently. here’s another lil dump of like, a development kind of doodles... futzing around, if you will.

and i also made some bases for myself bc i wanted to mess around on a base, as you do, but then i realized obviously i can’t really do that unless i make my own bases because *i* made these creatures. y’know how it is.

[dragoncarrion]

pspspspspsps penny for your thoughts on transformers so far. Specifically who's your fav (mines soundwave :] )

HEHHEHEHE THABK YOUUUUU FOR THE ASK HEHEHEH

So far I've only watched the live action movies (the bumblebee one has been my fav by quite a bit he's so 🥺) and I'm finishing season 2 of prime. I'll search around to see how to read the comics because holy shit are there a fuck ton of them and i ALSO want to watch some of the other series

SO. So far my favs have been ratchet because. Old grandpa man... I love him sm. That scene where he has to pick up Rafael from school and asks him if he wasn't to ride with the siren on because he's sad.. AUGHH MY HEART. Starscream is just so entertaining to watch my pathetic sopping wet heem heem creature *shaking him around*. Knockout ... giggle. ALSO SOUNDWAVES DESIGN IS SO COOL IN TFP FR. But YAH I've been really excited to get into this new media™ :> very fun i love going aww at the giant space robots. My little scrinklies