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Your attempt to tame the cat-like creature, Grim, was a success! After waking up and spending an embarrassing amount of time trying to escape the purrito, he will be able to take on a humanoid form and introduce himself as your very first Myth.
#twisted wonderland myth au#twst myth au#mythical creature au#myth au#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#twst wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#grim#twst grim#twst ramshackle
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i know itd make more sense for roxie to be an oni in a mythical creature au,,,, but consider. nekomata roxie. cause shes meowmeow
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In The Woods
IwaOi / Mythical Creature Prompt
Created for the second round of July's Greatest Decoy Challenge over at the Haikyuu Creator Hub (twitter) >
#haikyuu#iwaoi#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tooru#mythical creature au#archer!iwa#cervitaur!oikawa#sketchydoo#this was a freaking challenge#but I learned a lot
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Kraken Irvin and Selkie Eliana
*sobs* BABIES 😭💕
#turquoisesea#yoshi’s art#irvin would you stay#irvin evans#eliana restart heart#Ellie and Irvin#mythical creature au#restart heart game#restart heart vn#would you stay visual novel#wysvn
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Shapes In The Mist I (D&D AU) Ghost x Reader (Changeling)
An: Once again, inspired by @halcyone-of-the-sea. I know I said I wanted to pay you money but I think this might be an even better way to pay you <3. This entire thing takes place in the Forgotten realms (Thanks BG3). You can find the stat block for the creature here.
Summary: Being an assassin is no easy task, especially when your target keeps changing faces
Word Count: 3,080
Tw: Mentions of murder, Stalking, Plans of regicide, Body horror (Slight), Alcohol consumption
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Simon Riley had once been a kind man. He had once worked as hard as he could to help people who were less fortunate than himself.
He was no longer that person. That person had been killed a long time ago, leaving a bitter shell behind. He had made a pact of sorts. One with a horrible fiend of some kind. The fiend had promised him. The powers to overthrow his enemies and claw out of the pit he had found himself in.
He knew it was risky, to accept a deal from a literal devil, though he had found no other way out of his chains. He had been bound in more ways than one, so it made sense to consolidate all of those chains to one wielder right?
Wrong. So incredibly wrong.
Simon was no longer the sole inhibitor of his body. He shared it with the same devil that he had made the deal with. Eldritch power at his fingertips in exchange for a little parasite wiggling about his bones. At the time it had seemed…nice. he had someone to share his thoughts and feelings with. Someone who would always be there.
That had been four years ago. Now he was constantly annoyed with the devil in his skull. He was tired of being woken up in the middle of the night due to some demonic reason like the bed catching fire, or an imp spawning on his chest and asking for instructions.
The only way he was going to get any semblance of freedom was by working with the Eldarin that was Johnathan Price. The archfey had promised him that if Simon worked for him, then he would provide ways to sate the bloodlust that dominated his thoughts. Simon had been wary at first, fey beings don’t give gifts like this lightly. John had stated that it was a fair exchange since he was getting a very powerful demon to work for him. Service as a monster slayer suited the large man. He found the work to be good for him and the devil.
Simon killed the targets, and the devil ate them. It was a simple exchange and one that indeed sated his bloodlust. Sure there were harder things to get rid of. His biggest hunt had been a false hydra in the town of Parleric to the West. Now…now he was hunting a doppelgänger.
Doppelgängers are known to be tricky and hard to track down. They’re smart creatures that like to hunt alone unless they’re looking for a mate. Unfortunately, his intel had been bad and he was slowly getting drunk in some pissy inn in the middle of town.
He had been hunting this beast for nearly three weeks now. More and more people were going ‘missing’ and Simon’s deadline was running out. Soon any rational thought would be consumed with the desire to feed. To feed on the lifeblood of anything unfortunate enough to catch the devil’s eye.
"Penny for your thoughts?" The dark voice rasped in his brain. Smoke started to flow from his fingers and into the mug of ale, he had been sipping on.
“Piss off,” Simon growled back, setting the mug down and pulling on a pair of well-worn leather gloves. There was a deep chuckle in his mind.
"Now now, no need to get nasty. You just seem…more broody than usual." the devil sneered. Simon rolled his eyes and took a bite of his food. He usually wore a thick cloth mask that resembled a mourners’ pall, but he had decided that a simple cloak hood would be enough for now.
He opened his mouth to make a smart remark when the door above the tavern jingled softly. A very handsome couple entered the establishment, smiling as they waved at friends and newcomers. Simon felt something pull in his chest and he allowed a smug smirk to sneak its way up to his lips.
“You can change your face..” The Devil he called ‘Ghost’ started.
“But you can’t change your soul.” He finished as he put a few silver and copper coins on the table as payment and a tip. He needed to grab supplies if he was gonna make this death one that would not only satisfy the contract but also satisfy his blood lust.
He glanced over to the woman who was hanging off the man’s arm only to find her eyes locked with his.
“Monster hunter huh? I recognize the magic of Jonathan Price anywhere.” The voice in his mind was soft and soothing like a rush of calm flooded him. Once the words were over, the tempest returned with a vengeance. Red pulsed at the sides of his vision and he clenched his teeth to keep from hissing.
“You…you spoke to me,” he muttered in his head. There was no response from either party. The devil living inside of him or this other person who was communicating with him. He watched as the man and woman sat at a table with one of the other patrons of the tavern. Said figure was wearing a dark cloak that hid their face in the deep shadows of the hood.
He sat back down, heavy and tired all of a sudden.
"The hell was that Ghost?" He asked the monster in his mind.
"Old magic. Older than me…old chaotic magic." The beast seemed almost…afraid of this power. Suddenly, Simon was his chance to escape this cursed pact he found himself trapped in. If the beast. Was afraid of this ‘Old Magic’ then perhaps he could convince the weirder to rid him of his malady.
"Don’t try it. It will tear you asunder faster than any illness." The devil warned. Simon shoved the devil back into his mind, focusing on the hushed conversation that was occurring at the table across the room. He was able to read the two new-comer’s lips well enough.
“How many made it through the rift?” The man asked. His face was a little too perfect. The cheekbones are high and the light shining on his hair just right to make it almost sparkle The hooded figure must have said something that irritated the female companion since she rolled her eyes and poked at Simon's mind again.
“Who is your quarry?” The soft voice filled his mind again. Simon couldn’t help but slump a bit in his seat. The voice was…angelic. Like the sweetest breeze on a hot summer day, or the gentle warmth of a hearth after a trek in the snow.
“Who are you?” He asked. He couldn’t tell if he used his mouth or his mind to speak to the person. The woman smiled and winked at him.
“A hunter, like yourself. Only I believe we hunt the same prey.”
She turned away from him and whatever connection there had been, was severed. The rush of bloodlust came over him like a tidal wave. He gripped the edge of the wooden table so hard, that parts of it cracked and moaned under his grasp. Whoever this woman was, she held the magic the devil feared. She was able to shove any and all traces of the beast back.
“What in the nine hells is this woman?” Simon asked himself. The snarky remark from the demon he had expected, never came. He could feel the beast in his blood. He could feel the dark tendrils of eldritch magic curling around his bones.
The devil was afraid. It was burrowing deeply in his very flesh as if mortal bones could hide it from this being’s immense magic.
“You carry a heavy burden…Simon Riley.” The woman’s voice whispered once again. It held immense weight with every word, every syllable that slipped through their connected minds placed an invisible stone on his chest.
"There are many who would do horrific things for a single sliver of the power you hold," She continued, looking at him from across the crowded tavern. The buzzing in his mind had gone quiet. For the first time in decades, there was no thirst for vengeance, no desire to hunt and kill. He was just...himself.
"What are you?" He asked softly, slumping in his seat at the sheer relief he felt. There was no headache pulsing in his eyes. No more tension in his bones. He was free, free to feel his own feelings and not the combined feelings of himself and Ghost.
The strange woman turned away as the cloaked figure started speaking to her. The wave of anger and hatred surged through Simon so aggressively, that he almost fell over in his haste to stand. A few patrons looked up at him with rude expressions, irritated at the interruption to their relaxing evening.
"Then the plan is set. We meet at the Siren's Rock in two weeks. There we shall start our plan." The handsome gentleman said while standing. The woman stood with him, nodding her head in respect towards the hooded figure.
"No...don't go. Please." Simon begged the woman in his mind, hoping, no- praying she could hear him. When was the last time he had prayed? He didn't know.
"We will meet again Simon Riley. Soon. Do not return to this tavern again. it is not safe for your kind." The soft voice replied.
She had heard him. She had heard him and then responded. The parallels to this encounter and the one that earned him his increasingly angry passenger were...startling to say the least.
"Where do I go? How do I find you? Please, you must tell me." He was following the woman and her companion without even realizing it. He wasn't telling his feet to move, yet they moved on their own. Once out the door, he found his feet frozen to the ground. Dark tendrils of smoke burrowed into the ground, keeping him rooted in place.
"Go easy boy...You follow that magic and you might end up a lemure or even worse, A will o wisp." Ghoast warned. The woman and her companion faded in the foggy distance, the mists of the evening shielding their figures.
Simon growled and followed the couple through the misty darkness. Any sign of the couple was gone now, hidden by the layers of smoke from hearths and mists from the night air. His one chance to be free...gone like that.
"Wait. A Will O Wisp? Was that...that woman a fey creature? Like Price?" Simon asked Ghost. The devil grumbled from deep within Simon.
"Yes. A new wielder to an ancient magic. Her kind...are as deadly as they are mysterious." Ghost stopped talking the second a presence filled Simon's mind. A presence also filled his physical space.
"Freeze." The large man growled. A goliath by the looks of it. Simon wanted to fight back, but..something was keeping his body from moving. Ghost snarled and hissed in his mind, clawing at the fleshy prison that was Simon Riley. Simon could only look at the large and imposing figure. The man was huge! Standing easily two heads taller than Simon himself, the man was covered in tribal tattoos and sported a large-looking sword on his back.
"Follow" The man commanded and much to his chagrin, Simon obeyed. His feet followed the goliath as if they had a mind of their own. He had heard of magic wielders who could force someone to do something with one word. He had never come across someone who could do such a thing before.
The goliath escorted him to an empty warehouse on the outskirts of town. The man shoved a large wooden door open and shoved Simon into the dark space. Usually, the darkness felt like home to Simon. This darkness was a different entity completely. Simon couldn't see a thing. It was like someone had removed his eyes from their sockets. Inky black nothiness swirled around him. The shadows circled him, like a living, breathing thing. There was the sound of the heavy wooden door slamming and then...nothing. No sound either. Simon tried making simple sounds, sighing softly, sniffling, or shifting his feet. There was no sound in the slightest.
Curious, he reached out to the presence of Ghost. He could still feel the Devil, but if the devil was speaking to him, he couldn't hear it. A sigh of relief slipped from his mouth. He could relax a bit. His thoughts were completely his own.
Or so he thought.
There was a gentle touch on his back, like a feather brushing against his tunic. He whirled around, his fist contacting with nothing but air. There was another touch, this time on his shoulder. Again he swung out into the darkness, only to find the side of a wooden crate that quickly splintered.
A hand touched his chest and he froze. The hand was warm and slightly tingly. "Easy now big boy. I'm not going to hurt you." A voice whispered in his ear. The voice of the woman from before. There was a soft snap of fingers and the darkness vanished, leaving Simon alone in a damp warehouse illuminated by various torches.
A figure sat on one of the larger crates above him, examining their nails as if bored. Simon drew his shortsword and began an incantation but nothing happened.
"Oh please. Your words won't work in here." The figure spoke. Their voice was completely androgynous and when they finally hopped off the crate and onto the floor, Simon could see why.
Changelings were rare things in the material plane. When a Doppelganger finds and mates with a powerful enough feyling, a new creature is made. A creature that can change shape at will while still holding sanity and personality. They had all been hunted down centuries ago. Why was this one here?
"You've been silenced, my dear hunter." The changeling hissed, their eyes a glowing shade of white in the darkness of the warehouse. "but don't worry...I can still hear your thoughts." The changeling shifted before his eyes, their body changing to look like the woman earlier.
"I think you remember me?" She said, her voice calm and ringing wonderfully in his head. He fell to his knees, feeling Ghost howl and writhe against this woman's magic.
"Awe...your little pet isn't very happy with me, probably because I can take his favorite toy away." Her voice was incredibly condescending but it clearly wasn't directed towards Simon himself. The devil inside him was forced out into the open by this woman.
The writhing mass of shadow and bones seeped from every orifice Simon had. Simon hacked and coughed as a pool of liquid smoke congealed on the floor in a vaguely humanoid form.
The woman smiled and waved at the figure. "Ah, there it is. Hello, my devilish friend? How has Hell been?" She asked. Ghost howled and screamed, trying to attack the changeling woman. The woman flicked her wrist and the devil went silent as a shimmery line of ethereal chains looped around its waist.
"You disappoint me Shervei, hunting down an innocent man and forcing him into a warlock pact, just to get at little ol' me? I'm touched!" The changeling laughed and the shimmering chains faded.
"You know for yourself that warlock pacts are as binding as any other. You thought that by becoming a Devil, you had a chance? You poor thing."
Ghost, or what was left of him, slithered back into Simon's body. Simon felt the devil curl up somewhere by his heart to lick his wounds. The woman smiled at Simon, it wasn't condescending or rude. It was genuine.
"I will say. Shervei does know how to pick them. I'm so sorry you got caught up in our business. I never expected him to go off and seek another person just to torment them." She flicked her wrist and one of the large crates opened, causing a large pile of furs to spill out.
"Now...I'm sure you felt the pull of the contract when you saw my companion. You're one of John's boys, right? A shattered hand?" She asked while hopping back up on her crate from before. Simon nodded, not feeling up to speaking yet. He was incredibly weakened by the forceful removal of Ghost, or..Shervei.
"I think we can come to an agreement of sorts. You help me kill my target and I get that devil out of you for good." Simon felt his heart lurch at the idea. To be free of Ghost would allow him to live a normal life again. He could go back to doing what he liked instead of just killing to survive. Sure he was a good assassin, but that doesn't mean he liked doing it.
The bloodlust that Ghost fed off of was addictive, and once he was free of the devil...he would be a normal man again. After all these centuries, he would be free to wander as he pleased.
"Who's the target?" Simon asked, his voice firm. The woman smiled, lifting up a bottle of wine she had pulled out of her bag.
"My father. The king of Doppelgangers." She mused while popping the cork off the wine bottle and taking a swig. "The first doppelganger to ever be created. He needs to die, so I can take his place. Once he is dead, I will remove your little devil problem once and for all."
Simon took a deep breath.
"Don't do it. She's a feyling. You know how tricky they are." Ghost warned in his mind. Simon's resolve hardened.
"I'm in. Just one thing from you first."
The woman turned her head. "of course."
"Your first name. The true one. just...to make things even." Simon knew all about the fey and their rules. Price had explained many of them to him. Names held power just as blood did. The woman smiled, hopped off her box, and extended her hand.
"(Y/n). Pleasure."
Their hands meet and a new weight settles in his chest. Not unlike the one from Ghost, this weight was heavy with a bargain struck. But there was something else there too. A sort of..tingly feeling that buzzed deep in his bones. Something about this woman seemed right, and by all of the Gods, he was going to keep to her side.
"Now...come with me and we will discuss on how to kill a king who has no face."
Simon followed her into the swirling mists of the night, not sure where this woman would lead him, but ready to find out.
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similar | dimilix
Dimitri isn't supposed to go near the water, especially so late at night when the hunters are out on the prowl. But something about the beautiful waves crashing along the beach, the gorgeous blanket of stars in the sky and the captivating scenery of the beach reel him in - pun not intended. And he cannot count how many times his father has warned him not only about the humans, but also mermaids.
Mermaids, according to Lambert, are mischievous songstresses who lure unknowing men into the sea, where they drown to their deaths. Fortunately Dimitri is immortal - he doesn't have to worry about dying from a mermaid's hypnotism. He's never heard a mermaid sing before, only having Googled videos but the quality is usually piss poor. Dimitri, as much as Lambert protests, wants to hear a mermaid. Scratch that - he wants to see a mermaid.
He draws nearer and nearer towards the edge of the beach, water splashing onto his shoes. He can hear the faint sound of harmonising, a quiet and gentle voice at that. Dimitri doesn't feel the need to step further into the water - he wants to. He just wants to hear more, and with the waves crashing it makes for a beautiful rhythm.
It's not too long until Dimitri finds himself a little ways from the beach. He notices a shadowed figure sat atop a rock, which is where the beautiful voice comes from. Dimitri's heart begins to beat loudly. His night vision isn't perfect, but he can make out just how beautiful the person - the mermaid is. He stops harmonising and glances down at Dimitri. "The hell are you looking at?"
"O-Oh," Dimitri stammers, blushing. "I apologise, I was just... I heard a voice..."
"And?" the mermaid crosses his arms. "If you're here to stare at me, you may as well start walking further into the ocean and never come ashore again."
"I didn't mean to intrude," the blond vampire smiles nervously. "Are you a mermaid?"
"No, I'm Aqua-Man and I live in a pineapple under the sea. Of course I'm a mermaid. So what are you then? Do you just ask random people if they're mermaids or not?"
"I apologse, I meant no offence!" Dimitri raises his hands in defense. "I'm a vampire, actually. So perhaps we're alike in some ways." He smiles even more, his small fangs disclosed. "A-Anyway, my name is Dimitri."
"Felix," the mermaid says, flicking his tail nervously. "And pretend you didn't hear a thing out of me. I don't sing. I have never sung in my life, and whatever you hear about mermaids is a myth." He pouts. "How are mermaids and vampires alike in the first place?"
"Well... can mermaids leave the ocean?"
"Not exactly."
"Vampires can't go into the sun. There's one thing we have in common." Dimitri smiles warmly. "And vampires are often hunted by humans."
"Same with mermaids. Humans are so relentless," Felix pouts even more, sticking his tongue out childishly. "I hate humans."
"Me too. So, we do have a bit in common, Felix. Isn't that interesting?"
A shrug from the mermaid. "I guess."
#felix's writing#fanfiction#writeblr#fire emblem fanfiction#fire emblem three houses#fe3h#three houses#fire emblem fanfic#dimilix#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#felix hugo fraldarius#mythical creature au
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Harpy Burns and another drawing of naga Smithers
Thank you @soberyinragingyang for the idea!
#Burnsmithers#charles montgomery burns#c. montgomery burns#monty burns#montgomery burns#waylon smithers jr.#Waylon Smithers#mythical creature au
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deep diving into kyle’s character in this AU
Kyle is by far my favorite in this AU because…idk I feel like I was creative here
So…what is Kyle in this AU?
Kyle is a Kraken. He’s half…sea monster? Something or other, I’m in the process of creating the thing he is bound together with. And half human. It’ll make more sense when I actually make the art. Oh, and he’s gigantic. Because Krakens are kinda made out to be these huge beings that devour ships and destroy shit…and because I feel like having Kyle be at that size would be pretty neat. He can turn kinda half human half sea creature on land and be like…normal human sized as well on land. But he would probably have a tail/ruffs
Why a Kraken?
Well, in mythology/folklore, Krakens are generally seen as destructive, sneaky, cunning…and Kyle’s main purpose in this AU is to speak out against these myths. He goes on land to try and convince people that maybe Krakens aren’t all that bad. They aren’t sneaky, they aren’t cunning, he’ll they don’t even destroy or devour ships (at least not on purpose.)(Wendy has a similar story because in canon she speaks out against unfair treatment, so I’m trying to have that be a. thing where she faces similar issues). And basically while on land, he has to hide the fact he’s a Kraken from the other creatures because it’s kinda welll known that Krakens are ‘dangerous’ and stuff. There are humans in this AU, but the kids are all mythical beings and such. There are a few humans though. Also I feel like vampire/dragon Kyle is overdone
As I start writing it will make more sense. But for now that’s all I’ve got? And I’ve seen some things that say like some headcanons/‘monster AUs’ tend to lean into anti demotic stereotypes and stuff? So if anyone sees this and thinks this is offensive or promoting stereotypes let me know, that’s the last thing I want. I don’t want my AU to reflect offensive things, so just let me know. Thanks!
#south park#mythical beings#mythical creature au#monster au#kyle broflovski#south park kyle broflovski#kraken
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Please like this post if you want a starter from dragon!Artemis!
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Bro I finally did something. I finally made the gala version of selkie percy from the mythical creature au :')
#creepypasta#candle cove#fyppage#candlecove#local 58#candle cove fandom#candle cove percy#pirate percy#percycandlecove#candle cove fanart#candle cove Percy#mythical creature au#outfit design#candle cove characters#candle cove creepypasta#you have no idea how happy i was when i made the ginger mf-
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Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.
#northanger abbey#jane austen#i got to thinking about that fantasy au#and realized that catherine and fae prince henry could totally do the 'i'll believe in you if you believe in me' bit#because he's a mythical creature in catherine's world but she's also a mythical creature in his worldview#and the fairy tale setting amplifies it but it's still true in canon and i love it
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Twst Myth AU Character Introduction - Grim
“Nyeheheh. It is I, the Great Grim! I’m your first Myth, yeah? Well don’t worry, you’re my first and only Master! So I’ll help you out. Got any questions?”
#twst myth au#mythical creature au#twisted wonderland myth au#myth au#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#twst wonderland#twst grim#twst ramshackle#grim
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Goddess Majora, Embodiment of Chaos. Also just a really large bug.
Below the cut is some lore + a little bit of me rambling about Majora’s design (and then a little more ab hylia)
Some Majora Lore
Not created by the golden goddesses but instead came to be from Hylia and Demise’s growing conflict with one another. After attempting to take Hylia down herself, Majora was then sealed away underneath the canyons of Ikana.
She would, later on at least, be reawakened by a still-mortal Ko’jin as Hylia’s seal began to weaken. She fled deeper into Ikana’s canyons and disguised herself as one of its people. Coincidentally, Ikana’s missing queen reunited with her people around the same time.
Ko’jin is chosen by Golden Goddess Farore to be her opposition.
Design thoughts
Some changes from her previous post, a more simple design so I can draw her more often. I really like her new wing patterns, mimicking phoenix (or peacock) feathers as a couple other deities do as well. She’s just a bit more obvious about it.
A lot of the deities, spirits, and other characters that answer under Hylia (or are allied with her) have diamonds in their designs as an homage to her as a common theme (FD’s dragon whiskers as an example). Majora just straight takes the pheonix feathers and runs with it. No diamonds on this damn bug, just pure imitation.
On that note, though, it makes me kinda wanna redesign her antennae to go further. But we’ll see how I feel when I start drawing her more.
#legend of zelda#loz au#majora’s mask#majora#Majora (Kheprriverse)#AKA ‘Bug Wife’#Kheprriverse#Kheprriart#insect#bug#mantis#spreading ‘hylia is a bird’ propaganda#no bird alt-form just bird. she is a bird#majora is the only one out of the four mid-level deities that isn’t designed off some mythical creature#<- Dragon > World Turtle > Phoenix > … bug.#anyways this isnt 2024 art. it was early december 2023 art I think
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Y/N, giving Ghost a makeover : Would you also like me to clip your—
Y/N, hushed screaming : THERE IS A GIANT SNAKE COMING. OUT. OF. YOUR. EYEBALL—
Gashadokuro!Ghost : Oh, he’s the Lambton worm. He’s my friend 😊
Y/N : Oh— why didn’t you just say that? I “love” giant worms ☺️
Gashadokuro!Ghost : Do you really?
Y/N : ……no 🙂
Y/N, pulls out a giant bug spray and starts blasting :
#Original prompt by Maya Winky#Cod#Call of duty#Call of duty x reader#Cod incorrect quotes#Call of duty incorrect quotes#Cod x reader#Cod Ghost#Cod Ghost x reader#Cod Ghost x you#Simon Ghost Riley#Simon Ghost Riley x reader#Simon Ghost Riley x you#Simon Riley x reader#Simon Riley x you#Cod au#Cod creatures au#Cod mythology au#Cod mythical au
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Deep cut + Marie as mythical creatures!!!!! Wow very cool so cool
#splatoon#nintendo#splatoon 3#frye splatoon#big man splatoon#shiver splatoon#frye onaga#shiver hohojiro#marie splatoon#splatoon au#splatoon 2#splatoon 1#centaur#minotaur#harpy#mythical creatures#splatoon art
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has vampire!wally ever turned anyone
Tw: Spoopy dark
Yyyeaps
Hundreds--erm-- Thousands probably. It's something he's not proud of really.
Vampires are basically the zombies in this au, but they get power ups because of course they do.
You become a vampire by getting their blood in your system in one way or the other lol (ik its like soo demon slayer but like pls its a good concept okeh--) kinda like rabies but with extra steps. Those who got blood from Wally, himself, are completely feral. If someone gets blood from those feral vampires then they're a weaker and less insane vampire. Basically the farther from the source (Wally) the less potent.
At present, there's lesser feral vampires, after being hunted down and Wally not turning new peeps into vampires. Feral vampires are still pretty dangerous tho, due to the unpredictability.
There are some special cases though where vampires that were once feral and eventually managed to become more sane, so theres that. Theyre pretty rare though. It's a little idea inspired by a chat I had with @ketho484 about dhampirs :DD
#welcome home#welcome home fanart#welcome home wally#wally darling#welcome home Hunt vs. Hunted AU#welcome home vampire wally#digital art#my art#eeart#nomi arts#boy it must suck being a normal ass peep in a world of mythical creatures#like dude youve got the short end of the stick#because if nobody is coming to get you#youre constantly reminded that you cant do the cool stuff other peeps can do
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