#creatureFeature
Text
There are a lot of rumors about Eddie Munson. From his sexuality, to his religion, to him being some sort of supernatural creature.
Steve doesn’t put a lot of merit in most of them. They’re usually just bullshit people make up to entertain themselves with whilst beating down on the weird kid. Steve thinks it’s boring… usually.
He’s seen enough weird things happen around Munson to know that something isn’t right. Something about him is unnatural. And Steve is staying clear out of the way of whatever the hell he is, or whatever the hell he’s messing with.
Unfortunately, his friends haven’t gotten the message.
“Do it at your own house!” Steve complains, though he makes no move to stop them. He’s sure it’s nothing, that it’ll only lead to an annoying clean-up job, but there’s a nagging sense of dread writhing in his gut. “This shit is bull anyway.”
“If it’s bull then what’s the problem?” Tommy counters.
“Because none of you dickheads are going to help clean this shit up!”
“I promise to help you clean up,” Carol says. “There. Problem solved. Right?”
"It's still stupid," Steve mutters, glaring at the janky make-shift pentagram they've made. "And a bad idea."
It's drawn on nine pieces of paper- they wanted to draw it big on the floor, but Steve had but his foot down. He lets them use some of his moms candles as a compromise.
With the lights off, sitting with the two of them in a circle, it suddenly feels too real. Even Carol looks suddenly nervous.
Tommy is the only one still smirking, though Steve is sure that it's forced. His voice shakes a little as he begins reading off the paper he'd torn out a library book. His Latin is clunky.
At first, nothing happens.
Long enough that Carol says, "did you even say it right?"
"Yes, it even has-" Tommy starts.
The candles all blow out, suddenly. The light Steve had left on in the kitchen flicks off too, plunging them into complete darkness.
After a horrible moment, where they're still and silent, Carol yelps.
"Don't grab me, Tommy, that's not funny!"
"I didn't grab you."
"Wh- Steve?"
"No," is all Steve can get out.
"I'm turning the lights on," Tommy says. "This is ridiculous."
Steve listens to his footsteps and, when he sounds like he's almost at the light switch, he yelps.
"Fuck this," he says.
"What the fuck, Tommy!" Carol yells when they both hear him running past them. She's up on her feet immediately, chasing after him.
He wants to scream after them, plead with them to come back, that they shouldn't be abandoning the circle.
But, the same gut instinct that insists he stay where he is, keeps his mouth shut. Everything in his being is telling him that if he leaves, if he speaks first, horrible things will happen to him.
Something tuts, like a parent admonishing a child.
The living room light flicks on, so bright that Steve has to blink a few times to clear away the white spots.
Eddie Munson sits in the space they left empty.
"Someone didn't read the terms and conditions," he snickers.
"What..." Steve pauses, clearing his throat. "What are the, uh... terms and conditions?"
"Oh, they're simple, really. Look," he holds up the page Tommy had read the incantations from, pointing to the little paragraph at the end. "They even translated it to English! But all you need to know, big boy, is that you are A-OK."
"And... Tommy and Carol?"
"Eh, they're fine. Lucky, really. I'm trying to relax up here. I'm only gonna pay them back with a minor curse or two. Nothing lethal."
"Fuck."
"We haven't even got to you yet!" He spins around so hes laying on his belly, resting his chin on his palm. "You didn't technically summon me so you can just tell me to leave... or."
"Or?"
"Deal with no consequence, baby. One wish, whatever you want, free of charge. Well... I'd want your silence about the whole... summoning thing. Let's consider that payment."
He doesn't need his gut or book to warn him that it's a bad idea. Munson could be lying, easily. There could be fine print. It's a bad, very bad idea.
"There's... definitely no consequences? I won't, like, go to hell for this?" Steve finally asks.
"Do some charity work for a week, you'll be fine," he says, waving his hand around. "What do you want, King Steve?"
"Could- could you make someone love me?"
"Oh, ho ho ho! Who's the unlucky lady who said no to you?"
"No, it... it's not like that. I mean, um... my mom."
Munsons smile drops. The temperature drops with it, making a chill run up Steves spine.
"Your mom," he repeats.
"They're busy like, all the time," Steve automatically defends. "And they're barely here so, uh... of course they wouldn't- I mean, it's normal, right? You can't love a stranger or... whatever. It's fine. It's just... I don't know."
"Steve..." Munson pauses.
He groans, throwing his head into his hands, dramatically. He almost immediately flings his head back up, hair flying everywhere, giving Steve wide and pleading eyes.
"I can't make people fall in love or any shit like that. I can make illusions, that's it. Love is, like... way out of my jurisdiction."
"I- I'm ok with an illusion. Like, just one day or something."
"Steve, baby, you're breaking my heart."
"Please?"
"Jesus- ok!" Grumbling, Munson shifts so he's kneeling. "And in return, you won't say shit about any of this. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Great. Ugh. This next part is... weird."
"What do you mean, weird?"
"It's weird, I don't know. Deals about, like, love are sealed with a kiss."
"You're joking."
"Nope, and that's not even the weird part. Now, come on and pucker up, let's get this over with." He gestures for Steve to shuffle closer, waiting until they're sat close enough that their knees almost bump together. "You can still change your mind. Anything at all, Steve. Anything."
"I thought you wanted to get this over with?"
"On your head..."
Munson leans forward, kissing him. It's just a peck, simple and easy. No big deal, right?
Steve feels possessed. It's like someone lit a match in his stomach, leaving him lightheaded and confused. He's not sure how he ends up in Eddie's lap, clutching onto his shoulders, desperately trying to lick into his mouth. He feels so-
He wakes up in his bed, the morning light blinding him.
"What the fuck..." he mutters to himself, grabbing at his throbbing head.
At first, he thinks he's hungover. That he'd just had a weird dream... but he's wearing the same clothes. And, sat on his stomach, is a guitar pic. It's got 'corroded coffin' written on it too- Eddie's band.
"Steve!" He hears his mom call. "Time to get up!"
He scrambles out of bed, dashing down the stairs.
She smiles when she spots him, so bright and warm. She even raises an arm, laughing when he practically throws himself into her side and hugging her tight.
"Morning, sweetheart. Good dreams?"
"Yeah. Yeah, great. But, uh... I feel sick."
"Oh no," she frowns. She puts her hand to his forehead, cooing when she brushes his hair out his face. "Is it your stomach?"
"Yeah. Just... might be better to stay home today. If that's ok?"
"Of course it is. I'm sure we can find something fun to do together, yeah? How about we get a vhs movie, hm?"
"I'd love that."
"Great. Well, if you're feeling up to it, I've made breakfast." She steps away, plating the food she's cooked up. "Oh, did I ever tell you about Paris? It was beautiful, you would have loved it. We should bring you, next time we go."
Steve can't stop smiling. He's sure that his cheeks will be aching by the end of the day.
He'll have to thank Eddie- as soon as he can even think about him without blushing. He'll need to ask if it's normal to still feel... affected, even after the deal is done.
Part of him knows it isn't the deal. Part of him is too curious about how Eddie will react.
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
yesssssss
124 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Shadows of Malice
A Goblin King's Tale
The stench of damp earth and stale air wafted up from the cave entrance as Torg, the goblin leader, surveyed his territory. The walls were slick with moisture, and the only light came from torches mounted in the cracks and crannies. The lair was bustling with activity as goblin workers scurried about, fetching water and food for their ravenous kin.
Torg's beady eyes darted from tunnel to tunnel, making sure that all was in order. He was the strongest and smartest of his tribe, and they all knew it. He wore a tattered leather vest and a crude iron helmet that he had taken off a foolish adventurer.
As he made his way deeper into the cave, Torg spotted a group of goblin warriors dancing around a stolen treasure chest. They were clapping their hands and chortling with malicious glee, proud of their latest victory against the weakling humans.
Torg's lip curled in a sneer as he watched them. He was disgusted by their laziness and undisciplined behavior. If they didn't have him to lead them, they'd all be dead by now.
He turned his attention to the back of the cave, where the rat keepers were tending to their verminous charges. The rats were almost as important to the goblins as their own kin. They were their eyes and ears, able to scurry through the narrow tunnels and bolt-holes that human-sized creatures couldn't navigate.
Torg grunted in satisfaction as he looked upon his loyal wolf riders, who were tending to their mounts. They were fierce and agile, able to take down much larger prey than the goblins could manage on their own.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the entrance. Torg whirled around, his hand gripping the crude sword at his side. He saw a group of adventurers, armed and dangerous, storming into his lair.
With a snarl, Torg barked orders to his warriors, and they sprang into action. The lair erupted into chaos as goblins swarmed out of their hiding places, ready to defend their home.
Torg's heart was pounding in his chest as he charged into battle. He knew that this was a fight to the death, but he didn't care. He was a goblin, and he lived for moments like this.
As the battle raged on, Torg's mind drifted to Maglubiyet, the Mighty One. He knew that if he died in battle, his spirit would join the ranks of the goblin god's army on the plane of Acheron. It was a "privilege" that he both feared and longed for.
In the end, Torg emerged victorious, covered in the blood of his enemies. He looked around at his tribe, proud of their ferocity and loyalty. They were his kin, his family, and he would do anything to protect them.
As he strode back to his throne room, Torg couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was the ruler of his own small kingdom, and no one could take that away from him. He was a goblin, and he was proud of it.
Buy me a coffee!
#dungeonsanddragons#goblins#fantasyfiction#darkfantasy#shortstory#flashfiction#creaturefeature#villainous#horde#maliciousglee
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Species Atteva punctella - Ailanthus Webworm Moth
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
#tremors#tremorsmovie#kevinbacon#graboids#graboid#michaelgross#fredward#creaturefeature#horrormovies#horror#monstermovies#shorror#horrorcomedy#shorrormovies#s#aftershocks#ronunderwood#rebamcentire#horrorgeek#horrorfan#smovies#scifi#assblaster#bloodlines#jamiekennedy#bluraycollection#dvdcollection#movies#gore#physicalmedia
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
All About the Goblins
In the whimsical yet slightly neurotic world that is my Tumblr, I'm embarking on a series most peculiar, one that delves into the lives, loves, and lamentable laundry habits of goblins. Yes, goblins - those misunderstood, often malodorous denizens of places we'd rather not visit after dark (or even in broad daylight, to be perfectly honest).
Each post will be a foray into the goblin psyche, which is as convoluted as a maze designed by a particularly sadistic architect with a penchant for Escher prints and Kafka novels. We'll explore the intricacies of goblin social etiquette, which primarily involves not eating one's dinner guest, and the complexities of their economy, which is largely based on the barter system, shiny objects, and the occasional mildly cursed artifact.
Expect tales of goblin romance, as fraught and passionate as any Shakespearean drama, but with more warts and a significantly higher risk of accidental poisoning. We'll meet goblins who are poets, philosophers (albeit of a rather gloomy disposition), and even a few who fancy themselves as chefs, though their definition of 'haute cuisine' might make the average person opt for a prolonged fast.
So, grab your metaphorical torch and pitchfork (or actual ones, if you're feeling particularly adventurous) and join me on this journey. It promises to be erratic, occasionally eerie, and possibly educational, but I guarantee it will at least be more entertaining than watching paint dry - unless it's goblin paint, which has a tendency to scream as it dries. Stay tuned, dear reader, for our first foray into the world of goblins - creatures who remind us that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and sometimes the beholder just needs a good optometrist.
#goblins#fantasy#humor#DouglasAdamsVibes#WoodyAllenWhimsy#magicalCreatures#misunderstoodMonsters#goblinSociety#fantasticalEconomy#mythicalEtiquette#goblinRomance#whimsicalWriting#creatureFeature#mysticalMusings#accidentalPoisoning#shinyObjects#cursedArtifacts#goblinChefs#quirkyTales#creatureComedy
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
More awesome Halloween tunes to keep your coffin rockin all month long! Readmore and find out where to preview, and buy, these great albums!
#Halloween#music#halloweenmusic#countdowntohalloween#countdowntohalloween2023#countspookula#creaturefeature#slasherdave#halloweenathighnoon
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Inferno Titans - Rising from the depths of the abyss, inferno titans emerged to lay waste to our realm. These colossal machines, possessed by otherworldly entities, cast an eerie glow across the desolate landscape. Their red eyes burned with a fiery intensity, reflecting the chaos they sought to unleash. Flames licked their metallic frames as they advanced, and their footsteps echoed with an ominous resonance. We stared at these infernal giants with a mixture of dread and determination
#midjourney#mech#AIArt#fantasyart#creaturefeature#darkfantasy#monstermadness#apocalypticart#futuristic#sciart#digitalpainting#epicbattle#mystical#artoftheday#artistsupport#creativesoul#storytelling#visualstorytelling#wordart#imaginativeart#artinspiration#passionforart#artlovers#artcommunity#creativeexpression#artistsoninstagram#artworkoftheday#artshare#artworkshare#artstagram
2 notes
·
View notes
Photo
This was the first of my St. Patrick Day watches in this series that I had never seen. I remember when this came out, thought it was cheesy and avoided it. I'm not too far off. This isn't a horrible movie, but it is missing that spark like previous installments. I still enjoyed Warwick Davis and Ice-T works in his role as well. What do you think this sequel? My thoughts are up on @davidosu87’s blog or the link below: Review: https://horrorreview.webnode.page/news/leprechaun-5-in-the-hood/ #leprechaun #leprechauninthehood #leprechaun5inthehood #monster #creature #creaturefeature #sequel #action #comedy #fantasy #warwickdavis #icet #horror #horrormovie #horrormovies #horrorfilm #horrorfilms #horrorfan #horrorfans #horrorreview #horrorreviews #horrorreviewer #filmreview #filmreviews #filmreviewer #nothorror #horrorcommunity #horrorfamily #hashtag https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqax7rRMMVS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#leprechaun#leprechauninthehood#leprechaun5inthehood#monster#creature#creaturefeature#sequel#action#comedy#fantasy#warwickdavis#icet#horror#horrormovie#horrormovies#horrorfilm#horrorfilms#horrorfan#horrorfans#horrorreview#horrorreviews#horrorreviewer#filmreview#filmreviews#filmreviewer#nothorror#horrorcommunity#horrorfamily#hashtag
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Steve isn't sure what he was expecting a dragon hybrid to look like. Monstrous probably. The last word he expected to think is 'pretty'.
But he is. His long hair that looks so soft, his big doe-eyes, full lips, soft jaw... even the way he tilts his head, looking so curious. The little smirk, the amusement, the glint in his eyes.
And the dragon parts don't make him look anymore monstrous either. They probably should. Massive wings that, even folded behind him, take up so much space with how massive they are. The dark leathery skin and scales climbing around his bare torso, a line of them going down his arm, to his claws.
"Oh, hel-lo," he uses his wings to lift him from where he's sat on the floor, the movement dangerously smooth. "Who do I need to thank for you?"
"What? Oh, uh, no, that, um," Steve stammers, face flushing. He grabs the handle of his sword, feeling a little uncertain. He misses the way the dragons eyes linger on his sword. "I'm not... I'm here as a knight of the Kingdom, to... uh, facilitate, your leave?"
The dragon steps closer, slowly and carefully. "Is that your fancy way of saying that you're here to kill me?"
"I'm not a murderer," Steve draws himself up. "I'm not gonna hurt you unless you force me. Making sure you leave is technically following my orders."
"Technically," the dragon repeats. He hovers, hesitating, before leaning into Steves personal space. "What if I don't want to leave?"
"Why wouldn't you? The people here are assholes to you. There's plenty of towns who'd love a dragon."
"What about my treasure? I'd have to start a new hoard and..." He sighs, looking around at the ruined little castle he's nesting in, full of trinkets and gold and instruments. "This took so long."
"Couldn't you take it with you? Or, uh, I could have it moved?"
"No," the dragon growls, baring his teeth for a moment. He clears his throat after a moment, looks a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I just... I don't like people touching my things."
"Right, no, obviously. Sorry."
The dragons grin only grows as the quiet stretches out, Steve struggling to find something to say.
"I'm Eddie, by the way."
"Huh?"
"Eddie. Kind of. It's the closest way of saying it with the human tongue."
"Oh. Uh, hi? I'm Steve." Steve smiles a little, gives him a little wave.
He's adorable, Eddie shakes his wings a little. Bites his lip to try and stop himself blurting something embarrassing out, but can't stop himself asking, "you wanna stay a little while?"
"Oh, no, I should-"
"Tell the people that you spoke to me for five minutes and it did nothing? Nah, come on. We can chat or something. Think of some excuse on how you so nearly defeated the beast, if only the wily thing hadn't slipped away or whatever."
Steve follows him after a moment, looking over the little room Eddie leads them into. It's covered in softer things, blankets and stuffed furniture.
"Here," Eddie gestures to the big centerpiece loveseat. He perches on a little table, the space already cleared perfectly from other times he's clearly sat there.
Steve unclips his sword before falling back onto the seat. He shifts around to get comfortable, sprawling out. The sight has possessiveness burning through Eddie, Steve fitting perfectly among his treasures.
He stiffens when he looks to Eddie, who watches him with sharp eyes, leaning forward. Something about him looks suddenly dangerous.
"Uh, Eddie? Is this alright?"
"Yeah," Eddies voice is low, hushed. "Yeah, that's perfect."
"You sure? You're looking at me like you want to eat me."
Eddie immediately shakes his head. "No. No, it... I don't want to hurt you. It's..." Eddie looks him over again. "Fuck. Sorry, it's... I want to keep you."
Steve flushes bright red, tries to laugh it off. "What, you'd consider someone like me treasure?"
"You'd be the prettiest," Eddie tries for teasing. But his voice is strained, eyes still just as dangerous and sharp.
"How would that work? Like, keeping me?"
"Don't," Eddies voice cracks. "This... Bad idea. You- you should go."
Steve shifts so he's sat on the edge of the chair, hesitates. "When should I come back? It's... I don't know if any excuse I have will be good enough. They're probably gonna send me back anyway."
Eddie closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. "Steve."
"Right, sorry, I'm leaving."
He grabs his sword before walking quickly out. He doesn't look back until he's outside, immediately spotting Eddie in the window. He tries to wave, but Eddie ducks out of sight.
Logically, Steve knows he should take the warning and run. Come up with some bullshit tale that'll keep the people from bothering Eddie, or something that'll get them to send someone else.
He knows, he understands, that going back would be a bad idea. A really bad idea. Dragons infamously keep people as treasure and finding a dragon that would let someone they see as treasure walk away is unheard of. Steve knows that Eddie wouldn't be able to let him go a second time, not with how obviously he was waring with his instincts.
"Is the dragon dead?" Is the question he's asked as soon as he arrives back.
Steve is already shaking his head, answers without thinking. "Not a killer. I'm going to try to talk to him again tomorrow."
edit: not a part 2 but for those asking for more, I'm slowly making it a full fic on ao3
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#ficlet#creaturefeature
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Uh, it's pretty f'n funny.
#caution#cougar at large#large cougar at large#kinksame#monsterlover#monster babes#creaturefeature#lettucefuck
3 notes
·
View notes
Photo
#Inktober #13 wants to know WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN ON?! . It was very hard to not do #Tremors for the Fred Ward illustration. So as a makeup: Val himself, Mr @kevinbacon. I’ll always have a sweet spot for Tremors. It was a movie I always caught on a TV rotation, and one of the few horror flicks my sister’s would sit in on (I think one of them had a secret Footloose habit). I mean.. that hair 😎 . . #RonUnderwood #October #BlackAndWhite #TraditionalArt #Sketchbook #Inktober2022 #Horror #Classic #CableClassic #Illustrator #Illustration #Monster #CreatureFeature #Graboids #KevinBacon #ValentineMcKee https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj87qkYvTQQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#inktober#13#tremors#ronunderwood#october#blackandwhite#traditionalart#sketchbook#inktober2022#horror#classic#cableclassic#illustrator#illustration#monster#creaturefeature#graboids#kevinbacon#valentinemckee
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
✨🐉 Unearth the exhilarating saga of the bulette, a creature that will haunt your dreams! 🎥 Dive into the mesmerizing world of fantasy storytelling.
🐉🔥 Hey there, fellow adventurers! ✨ Would you be interested in rocking an epic Bulette Hoodie? 🎁 Let me know in the comments if you'd love to get your hands on this legendary attire! Stay tuned for more exciting updates!
#FantasyAdventure#DnDCommunity#CreatureFeature#FantasyWorlds#StorytellingMagic#TabletopGaming#MonsterMythology#RoleplayingGames#FantasyLovers#EpicQuests#Youtube
19 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Get your tickets soon! When Animals Attack is screening giant Crocodile classic Lake Placid at @revuecinema! Don’t miss it! #giantanimal #lakeplacid #whenanimalsattack #crocodile #alligator #bettywhite #creaturefeature https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfo3HALFOaP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
7 notes
·
View notes
Photo
"Oh to be a creature of the woods, alluring, horrifying, otherworldly, and not to be seen by humans" #creaturefeature #woodlandcreatures #otherwordly #alluring #horrifyingthing #hiddenbeauty (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgw7gFsrOA_vD8EsD2ogo1lx1fguU7X7fsrz-M0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
finalsurvivorgrp
Dragula
im-gonna-explode
Art And Shit…IDK
xcottage-witchx
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜
fakeyou-out
Fool