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simon with his j̶o̶h̶n̶n̶y̶ creature
thinking about creature 141
#ghostsoap#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soapghost#simon riley#simon ghost riley#creatures#creature au#maybe idk don’t hold me to that#ghoap
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Supernatural Creature AU where everyone thinks that Steve is the token human, but it turns out he's actually the descendant of an angel. The weapons he uses are all hallowed while he weilds them and he has a top notch healing factor, which is why he doesn't mind putting himself on the front line and taking the heavy hits.
When his heritage finally comes out, the party asks him all of these questions about it, and Eddie, his vampire boyfriend just blinks and says "Is that why my mouth tingles when we kiss? Because you're fucking holy?"
#steve has a brief moment of panic before eddie has to openly admit that he actually likes it#this invaded my brain while at work so just take it#creatures#creature au#steddie#steddie headcanon#joey writes
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#trigun#trigun maximum#vashwood#genderbend#creature au#angel au#biblically accurate angel#its super self-indulgent#i have no excuse#my art
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thinking about. vampire bruce. adopting werewolf dick grayson. and his little brother / fellow werewolf jason todd.
dick’s pack were his parents and the circus troupe. despite haly’s best efforts, after the elder graysons die, dick is taken by child services instead of staying with his pack
werewolves and vampires are known, but discriminated against in most places. gotham is, ironically, a safe haven for Creatures, largely because of the vampiric Prince of Gotham- Bruce Wayne. they also aren’t super common, making up about 30% of the world’s population in total
child services dumps dick (9) in an orphanage in gotham, which he promptly runs away from. on the streets he meets jason (7) and they stick together from then on, becoming each other’s pack (jason’s an orphan too)
dick (14) is helping jason (12) take the hubcaps off the batmobile when they are caught, and they book it until batman successfully corners them. he ends up bringing them to Ma Gunn’s School for Boys
soon after, they figure out Ma Gunn is running a crime ring using the students. they contact batman (after getting as many kids as they can out, of course) and bruce pretty much offers to take them in
they’re cautious about it, but know it’s a pretty good deal, so they agree. bruce brings them to the batcave and then up into the manor, revealing his identity right away so there’s no misunderstandings. they meet alfred (who immediately loves them) and spend the night exploring the house before falling asleep in one of the many spare bedrooms
after that they each get their own room in the manor, but both choose a room near each other and bruce. they sleep in bruce’s bed most nights, anyway (touch and scent are important things for werewolves, bruce learns).
eventually the two start heckling bruce about training them, which he eventually gives in to (puppy eyes are extra effective when it’s from a werewolf). dick chooses the name Robin and jason decides he might as well go along with it so it becomes Batman and his Robins
dick tells bruce and jason about tony zucco and all of that happens pretty much the same but with jason there as emotional support and also Werewolf Stuff (dick leaves a claw mark on zucco as a permanent reminder)
dick joins the teen titans at 16 but still lives in the manor. at this point he has become Nightwing and gives the Robin title fully to jason
when dick is 17 he goes on an off-world mission, giving jason a bear hug before he leaves (it’ll be the longest they’ve been apart since they met 8ish years ago) iykyk what’s abt to happen
during that time, jason is kidnapped by the Joker when he goes on patrol (without telling bruce). joker sets a trap for batman, of course, and beats jason with a silver crowbar coated in wolfsbane (shush let me combine lore)
bruce gets to the door of the warehouse right before it explodes, so him and jason are both caught in the blast- jason more so of course
jason dies. bruce brings his body back to the cave and puts it a cryofreeze chamber, waiting for dick to get back before they bury him and have a funeral
bruce calls dick the next day and tells him. he sends clark to bring dick back and another hero to replace him so the mission can continue
right as dick gets back, however, superboy-prime messes with the universe and jason un-dies, much to the batfam’s surprise and happiness
he still needs to recover from some injuries, but his werewolf healing is almost working properly again so it doesn’t take more than a week or two
dick kills the joker. bruce doesn’t stop him.
#posting drafts#might add more later#batman#batman comics#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#vampire au#werewolf au#creature au#dc comics#dc au#robin#nightwing#this is from like. august#dc#my au#my writing
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this little bunny spirit will one day have a perfect human form as an adult. You wouldn't recognize him. Between now and then, he gave a gift to a lonely spirit his age.
#mdzs#mxtx fanart#mo dao zu shi#mdzs fanart#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mdzs lan wangji#lan wangji#creature au#bunny spirit
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A stupid comic I was thinking about.
So... centaur have bridle and saddle, too...?
#harry du bois#harrier du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrykim#kimharry#harry x kim#kim x harry#disco husbands#fantasy au#creature au#mythical creatures#centaur#faun#disco elysium#de#eheheh#I've draw Kim's thought#:)#my art#my artwork#old man yaoi
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All Batfam as fantasy beings.
I think I saw a post here somewhere...
I'm planning a series (inspired by another which has unfortunately not been updated for two years...) with Druid Dick, Werewolf Jason, Domovoi Alfred and thinking what should be done with the other Bats.
(Yes, I plan way too many series, blame unmedicated ADHD, lol)
D'you think it would be more fun to have Bruce as a vampire or let him be the sole human dad of a family of weird kids? (Damian can actually be a vampire, lol, or half vampire)
If Bruce is a vampire who do you think would be the best choice for the single human role? I'm thinking Timmy, our creepy baby stalker.
Or Tim could be a Tiyanak, as someone suggested - a child who died neglected, a child who died without a name. Maybe Tim dies of an allergy or sickness or something the Drakes didn't notice in time and turns into a Tiyanak? Hence forever looking like the Baby Bird, not aging? He's so pissed about it, at least Jason and Dick aged like normal till they hit adulthood...
Any suggestions?
Oh wait I think I read that one! Is it by salparadiselost?
And honestly Tim being the sole human of the lot could be a lot of fun! And to gloss over that fact he would try to pass himself off as something non-human (like a Tiyanak or Myling)… and succeed. To a degree where they’re all convinced he’s really the soul of a young child that died of neglect.
Tim didn’t even intend for it to go that far! Honest! He just didn’t want to be the odd one out… but now everyone is just smothering him with affection nonstop ksksksks
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beast souji based on @sawooooss ss design teehee
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Ghost, undead as he is, does not have the best nervous system. Some of its scarring. Where flesh was marred before his miraculous transformation. After, times when wounds were somehow too deep to mend.
Science knew little about his type, but the few medics he’s talked to suggested it was some kind of automatic preventative for cancer. Like his body knew when regeneration was too risky, and hit a kill switch.
Additionally to severed nerves, his olfactory system failed. Might’ve been his smoking habit (which he only quit because the maggots would start chewing his lung). Might’ve been whatever chemical nightmares he ingested in his time There.
He can barely taste or smell. He knows the zombie stereotype, but he doesn’t have a nose for blood. Some days he can barely smell the canteen coffee, which is frankly a blessing.
One perk, however, is his hearing. The sensory deprivation of the coffin turned out to be paradaise to the hell of the next few months. Clinking machinery, sputtering engines, gasping breaths. Everything ground at his frail sanity.
He learned to deal with it, like always. The adjustment wasn’t pleasant, even by his low standards.
After years of exposure therapy (and some good old fashioned hearing damage) he encountered a new challenge: One John Soap Mactavish, and his tell tale heart.
Soap’s heart isn’t all that different from any others. It isn’t louder. It isn’t calmer. faltered the normal amount that frail human organs did. It’s perfectly average.
It’s something about Soap, that makes the animal, craving part of Ghost perk its ears. He could recognize Soap’s pulse in an airport, in a storm.
Another change after his reanimation was temperature. Ghost had always run warm before, but after he turned frigid. He took to layering. He isn’t sure if cold could kill him, but it slows him down. Like a reptile, he might just hibernate if that happened.
Now Soap, he’s warm, and his blood runs the same. It’s what he is, a furnace made of flesh and bone. Ghost ignores how his collar glows softly in low light; how the thin skin of his eyelids burns orange against stark veins.
Ghost just has to pretend he can’t hear him, can’t feel the warmth leaching from him like a sun.
What could he say?
“‘scuse me mate, I’d carry your beating heart in my mouth if you let me.”
“Sorry, I’d like a bite of you in my stomach just to keep.”
“Swear I don’t want to eat your flesh, not for nutrition. I’m just fucked in the head.”
Even by cannibalistic standards, it would be poor form.
So he sits, and focuses on his stiff scars and burnt nose and cold fingers.
#creature au#soap is a fire spirit#ghost is a regenerative zombie full of telepathic maggots#i need to make a post about the specifics sometime#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#cod mw2#writing#au
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They’re trying to welcome the new kid
This is now a ninjago movie au
#ninjago#doodle#doodles#jay ninjago#kai ninjago#zane ninjago#cole ninjago#lloyd ninjago#nya ninjago#creature au#ninjago au#ninjago movie au
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Centaur Harry inspired by @averyshittyseal ‘s creature au!
I’ve given up on inktober I’m just gonna try to draw everyday and see if any prompts interest me
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The way that I need a fic like this with Dick and Bruce...
...except Bruce is some creature who appears like this:
Batman: Ego
No because Creature!Bruce introduces himself to Dick after Dick's parent's die, and he ends up taking care of Dick and raising him in the dark forest. While there, Dick learns to harness the power of the shadows, and he becomes known as Robin of the Dark Forest.
However, Dick is still mortal, and as he grows older, he has a longing to explore life outside of the dark forest. Bruce balks at this for selfish reasons as well out of worry for Dick's safety. He becomes a bit more protective and controlling, and within this time, Dick realizes that he must make himself take the leap into the outside world even if Bruce disapproves.
It takes all of Dick's courage to leave Bruce a note and to depart for his journey. At the edge of the forest, his shadows pull him to a halt, and Dick realizes with great sadness that he can't take his shadows with him, or at least, he can't harness their power so strongly outside of the dark forest. Feeling conflicted yet determined, he leaves the dark forest's comforting embrace.
He ventures into the real world, makes new friends, and goes on exciting adventures. He misses Bruce, of course, and sometime he thinks he even sees Bruce watching him from the shadows, but he doesn't try to contact Bruce, and Bruce doesn't try to contact him.
After half a year goes by, Dick's friend Raven is attacked by her father on the night of her birthday, and to try and save her, Dick calls upon the shadows to assist him in freeing her. Word spreads quickly after people report Dick's power over the shadows. "Demon" they call him. "Witch" they call him. "Evil spirit" they call him.
Dick is captured in daylight, and with his shadows weakened, he's unable to free himself. He's sentenced to death for utilizing demonic energies.
Dick, once Robin of the Dark Forest, now lies against a slab of stone with his neck stretched out for death. He directs his thoughts to Bruce, telling Bruce he's sorry and that he loves him. With his eyes squeezed shut, he misses the way the sky and the lights change in the blink of an eye, but he doesn't miss the call for the sword to end his life.
Steel meets flesh. There is a shattering, only, it's not Dick's neck that fractures, it's the sword. Dick opens his eyes, and when he sees the familiar looming shadow in front of him, he is enveloped in a feeling of comfort, and he smiles in relief.
Bruce looks back at him, and while others would find his emotions impossible to distinguish amongst the mass of darkness, Dick can read him perfectly. The concern. The fear. The anger. But... the anger isn't directed at him, rather, it's directed at those that rallied for Dick's execution.
Dick relaxes, knowing he's safe.
#also how have i literally never heard of sinbad before?? like wtf i need to watch it rn#Dick Grayson#Bruce Wayne#Creature AU#Shadow AU#fic idea
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GET CREATURE'D >:D
It took a bit longer to design a proper creature form for the Jebil, heres an earlier design that I think absolutely rocks but is not the vibe im going for:
BIG OL PAWS!!!!
I feel like the newer design fits better. For Jevil, I figured it could easily climb trees and using its tiny wings, glide from tree to tree. It would also have a prehensile tail like some monkeys do. Why the hooves? erm. idk. felt like it fit? and ik theres goats with hooves that are too skilled at climbing mountains. I believe thats where they get their name:
MOUNTAIN GOAT.
so erm yeah. Jevil creature would also be omnivorous methinks. Can live almost anywhere.
As for Spamton, big feathered beast go skree!! Vibrant colored raptor-like creature. Last of its kind, or failed lab experiment? who knows! go wild go crazy. Colors would be based on the spamton neo design hehe
#deltarune#jevil#spamton#creature au#the beasts look at them#erm i may be playing too much creatures of sonaria#fanart#art#traditional sketch#spamvil#maybe??
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I was looking at sneeg mutuals creature au and had a "what if.." moment and uh.
I ended up making a creature hetch-
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Some ChanSaw creature au thing...
And yes Veronica love's mushrooms
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Since the wonderful @johndead answered some pressing concerns about Martin Care, decided to write a little something set in their universe!
Emil frowned at the creature sat on the countertop before him.
It was short and squat, about the size of a kitten. Its…hair? Fur? Was long and stringy, and matched the rest of its ragged appearance.
Its large eyes stared at him, unblinking and wet.
Emil blinks first, and frowned harder at the creature. His thumb hovered over the contacts in his phone.
Alexa was the most sensible one in the office, and the one most likely to know what this was and tell him with the least fuss, but she also had said when she left work that she and her boyfriend were taking a long weekend to Bath for a romantic getaway, and so any emergencies would have to wait til Monday.
Danny was probably next best, as his hyperfixations meant he could spout off detailed knowledge about any number of random subjects, but if this thing didn’t fall under that umbrella, then he and Emil would both be stumped. He was also still on that urban exploration kick, and might be bowels deep in a sewer somewhere with no phone reception.
Which left…
Emil sighs, then stiffens at the way the creature stared at him, leaning forward slightly.
He didn’t want to have to do this. But desperate times…
He hits the video call button, and waited a few tense minutes for it to ring.
“Hello? Emil, is that you?”
His heart most definitely did not skip a beat at the face filling his screen, peering at him in concern. “Lynn.”
“Hi Emil!” His boss (who he certainly did not have a crush on, shut up) chirped, a smile splitting their face. It wavers slightly. “Um. Not to be rude of anything, but you never call me outside work hours—is something wrong?”
“I got home and found something had got into my flat.” He stated. “I’ve no clue what the hell this thing is. Hold on, I’ll show you.”
He turned the phone around to face the creature. It reared back slightly, wet eyes darting between him and the screen, nose twitching.
Whatever Emil expected to happen, it was not for his boss to let out a small squeal of delight.
“Aw! Hey there buddy, hello! Oh, you’re so little, Emil he’s adorable!”
He raises an eyebrow at the creature, whose fur/hair/whatever was beginning to lift like a cat’s. “If this thing is adorable then I’m about to win Love Island. What is it.”
“Oh, oh right,” Lynn said, sounding flustered. “Well, that’s a Jon! I don’t know as much about them as I do about Martins, but they’re really fascinating creatures! A bit shy and prickly at first, but really quite sweet once you get to know them. I’ve only ever seen them in pet shops before or videos online, where did you find him?”
“I got home and found it drinking water from my sink.” Emil reports, keeping a firm eye on this “Jon” thing. “I must have not turned it off right when I left this morning—Oi. Stop that. Lynn, it’s doing something weird.”
A set of floating, glowing eyes are starting to manifest out of the air surrounding the Jon, staring hard at the phone as it bristles and lets out a low hissing noise.
“Is that the first threat display he’s made?” Lynn asks. “Didn’t he do this when you got in?”
“No,” Emil grits out, crossing the kitchen with a hand hovering over his phone protectively. Thankfully the eyes can’t follow more than a few inches, and the Jon’s hissing died down some, though it still glares imperiously at the phone. “Little bastard just walked over and stared at me the entire time.”
There’s an excited gasp from the other end of the line. “Oh wow, Emil, I think that means he likes you! Most of the videos I’ve watched say that Jons usually do a lot of threat displays to people or animals they’re not sure of. Maybe he thinks you’re a kindred spirit?”
Emil can’t help the scowl and slight flush that comes to his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He snaps. “It’s not like I’m keeping the damn thing.”
“O-oh.” Lynn’s face falls slightly, before they smile again. Emil steadfastly ignores the pang that sends through him. “That’s fair. Not everyone has time for a pet, I guess. Though I think most shelters might be closed tonight, and I’m not sure if they open on weekends?”
Emil closes his eyes and groans. Great. Just great. Now he has to deal with a little eyeball creep staring at him for potentially two days. How’s he going to make sure it doesn’t get sick or starve during that time? He’s not even sure he has food in for himself.
“I could send you some care instructions, if you like?” Lynn offers tentatively. “There are a few good websites online where I’ve got advice for caring for my Martin before, and I think their basic needs are similar—wide, shallow bowls for food and water, soft materials for nesting in, plenty of space and enrichment, that sort of thing. There might be some differences though, because I know my Martin loves poetry—”
As if on cue, the Jon hisses loudly at the word “poetry”, it’s fur standing on end and several glowing eyes (plus one tape recorder) popping into existence around it.
“Fucking—!” Emil rears back.
“Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn’t have said the p word!” Lynn apologizes. “Yeah, there are loads of videos online of people putting a book of K-E-A-T-S behind their Jon to make him jump or start mauling it. It’s really not nice for the little guys, but I suppose since it gets their owners views they think—”
“Lynn.” Emil interrupts, before his boss can go off on another tangent about ethical treatment of pets on social media. “Just, just send me the links. Please.”
“Alright!” Lynn chirps. “I’ve also got some old stuff I had that my Martin didn’t end up using, like a carrier and toys and stuff. Would you like me to give them a wash, bring them over to see if Jon likes them?”
“Sure.” Emil says, without thinking. “Why not. I’ll be in all weekend.”
“Great!” Lynn looks almost nervous, smiling at him. “I’ll send the links and see you tomorrow then?”
It finally clicks in Emil’s brain that he’s just invited his boss (his crush) over to his place to try and help him wrangle a weird eyeball creature.
Rather than say anything sensible to abort the situation, Emil instead chokes out. “Y-yeah. I’ll send you the address. See you.”
They beam at him, and then their picture vanishes with a small bloop.
Emil puts his phone down on the countertop.
Then he promptly sits on the floor, puts his head into his knees, and screams mentally.
What was he thinking?! Sure he can just about survive during the workday, when there’s a veil of professionalism between them, and Danny and Alexa besides, but coming around to his flat?! In casual clothes, with their glow-in-the-dark nail polish and their general personality in his space?! Alone?!
He’s done for. Doomed. He may as well quit now, he’s so sure he’s going to embarrass himself and make them hate him and screw everything up forever.
There’s a weird pitter-patter sound, interrupted by small vibrations.
When he looks up, he sees the Jon is staring meaningfully down at him.
He heaves a bigger sigh. “Can’t I have a crisis in peace?”
That only makes the Jon’s eyes grow bigger and wetter, almost hungry-looking. Apparently not.
He gets to his feet and unlocks his phone. Alongside all the links Lynn has texted, they’ve also sent a picture of a much rounder, more ascetically pleasing creature in glasses, blinking happily at the camera from a nest of shredded paper, wool and scraps of fabric, and teabags.
The caption under it says “Martin says to say hello! :D”
He holds the picture up to the Jon, ready to pull it away at the first sign of hissing or floating eyes. “See this? This is cute. What do you have to say for yourself, huh?”
The Jon leans towards the screen, nose twitching, eyes wet and huge and unblinking.
It reaches out a paw and rests it against the shoulder of the Martin-picture. Then it leans its head against it.
Emil ends up slowly letting go of his phone until it is lying flat on the table again for the Jon to curl up on it.
Its unblinking eyes slide closed. It begins to make a rusty sound, almost like a cat’s purr, if a bit more…mechanical maybe? A tape recorder running, perhaps.
Emil reaches out to try and pick the phone up.
The purring stops. One eye opens and stares at him.
“Or not.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Hell, you’re just as hopeless as me, aren’t you.”
The Jon’s eye closes and he begins purring again at a louder rate.
Emil huffs a breath of laughter. Still. If he’s not getting his phone back soon, he’d better try and get started on the things Lynn told him about so they don’t arrive tomorrow and find he’s somehow managed to kill the Jon.
Wide shallow bowls for water, for a start…
#johndead#the magnus archives#tma#tma au#creature au#???#jon sims care#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#emil walpole#lynn stine#jonmartin
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