#creatureau

[solargeist]

What scares me the most, is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it ?

[cosmic0ak]

Waiting for bae

[i-want-those-files]

Au #2: In Contradiction to Nature 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎!𝚂𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚄

A routine case goes nightmarish after an investigation into an unidentified beached Globster unearths the realm of a modern-day Dr. Moreau off the coast of Long Island. Scully is imprisoned within the island's grotesque genetics compound, and Mulder, separated, helms an agonizing year-long search for her rescue-- finding her alive at last, but irrevocably changed. Scully struggles to make sense of her new life and body, lapsing in and out of trauma-induced feral episodes. Mulder, wrestling with his own guilt but unfazed by her condition, believes Scully owes it to herself to accept "the beast within": the force that saved her life.

𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 - 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚜/𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖 - 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

(fic...maybe to come)

[linecrosser]

So I saw the Mermaid Nik Centaur Auguste

what would Laurent and Damen be as mythical creatures?

Laurent would be the Naga-Type, and Damen... some sort of Lion-Taur?

[storm337]

listen here mx. Storm, we're not getting into that Today

- mythbits

I made the mistake of reading this in class and nearly gave myself away I was trying so hard not to laugh XDD I asked because, well, this came to mind: 

The Host’s shoulders lifted as his body tensed, tentacles curling up against his body involuntarily as hot air blew across his back, disrupting his hair and leaving his gills vulnerable. It took conscious effort not to grimace or otherwise cringe away from the sensations, the steely gaze of the protective golem palpable even without narration. However, he couldn’t suppress the great shudder that ran up his spine when a massive cold wet nose pressed boldly against his skin, hands balling into shaky fists and goosebumps rising across his arms. Faint whiskers tickled his neck, flexing and wiggling as the Sphinx sniffed curiously, more large huffs of hot meat scented breath threatening to choke the half-cephalopod. 

“Host,” Blue warned lightly, although it was hard to tell which of them he was talking to- the siren turned octopus or the Sphinx. Most likely his master, although the Host could never be too careful in this situation, especially as he felt the curl of a lip behind him. It was all too easy to imagine the massive fangs in that gaping maw, as long as his head and gleaming white. Last he’d checked, sushi was not on the menu today. 

Apparently, his feline counterpart didn’t receive that memo because the rasp of a rough bumpy tongue licked up the Host’s neck, curling over the back of his head and flicking up over his forehead, pulling all of his hair forward and into his face. He would forever deny the undignified squeaking noise he most definitely did not make, as well as the way his tentacles writhed and spasmed under him, tangling into disturbed knots of anxiety as the full force of the sensation settled into his mind and body. 

“Host!” Blue snapped, sounding both annoyed and resigned, as if he had the ability of foresight instead of them and had expected this to happen. 

Iplier, a presence the Host had pretty much forgotten at this point, snickered at his side, chittering with poorly concealed laughter. He gave up all pretense of politeness a moment later, loud guffaws of amusement finally convincing the Host to take a moment and gather stock of his surroundings, at least to distract himself from the rapidly cooling saliva sticking his hair up in ridiculous configurations. 

His mind’s eye supplied him with the admittedly hilarious expression upon the Sphinx’s face; lips curled and muzzle scrunched, the beast had stuck his tongue out and turned his nose up, as if he’d licked a lemon instead of his counterpart. 

“Salty,” the Sphinx supplied in a deep rumbling voice, lifting a paw to rub at his mouth, although the action didn’t seem to help much. 

“What were you expecting?” Iplier wheezed, leaning against him now, which seemed like a bit much but the Host allowed it. He lifted a tentacle to rub over his hair, pushing it away from his sodden bandages and into a poor semblance of neatness. He froze again, however, when the looming presence of the Sphinx returned, hot breath and- 

“Well don’t do it again!” Iplier cried, near-hysterical in his belly laughs as he squeezed himself between the two, pushing at the Sphinx’s nose to get him to back off.  

[solargeist]

WATCHER GRIAN !! This is supposed to be all one Watcher but i was struggling a bit with the designs as I went lolol

[solargeist]

your beauty never ever scared me

[solargeist]

violence against nature