The Hero Who Lost It

Short Prompt #1096

“Human? Aren’t you coming?” One of the monsters asked, questioning the human they had rescued and invited to their nest. “It will be a cold night.”

“O-Oh, I’ll be fine. No uhm- No need to worry…” Human trailed off, sitting down in the corner of the nest and wrapping a blanket around themself.

A different monster chirped at them, raising their arm and therefore the covers they were lying under. “Come along, Human. You’re more than welcome to join.”

The human was hesitant, but slowly crawled over and settled beside the others. They let out a surprised squeak when one of the monsters pulled them into the middle of the cuddle pile. “Uh… Thank you…”

The monsters purred in unison, the closest one whispering in their ear. “You’re welcome, Human.”

I absolutely adore your work and was wondering if you could do some terrifying monster under the bed protecting a kid from his horrible parents??

tw: child abuse

Child let out a horrified sob and scrambled to slam the door behind him. Tears flooded down his cheeks and they desperately tried to nudge his bookcase in front of the door, hearing the sound of his parents footsteps hammering up the steps.

His father’s violent shouts, accompanied by his mother’s equally as vicious words.

He used all of his weight until they were sure enough the door was covered, before darting over to his bed as bangs resounded against the wood.

“Open the door!” His father screamed, his fists smacking against the wood and shaking it terribly. Child once again fumbled on his feet, knees weak, trying to find someplace to hide.

He could hear the vile promises his parents were making, causing the child deep dispair as he bumped against the edge of his bed and pressed his small hands over his ears, disintegrating into more sobs.

His body ached at the thought of answering to his father’s belt and his mother’s harsh hand, his cheek already stinging from the impact of one of her furious outbursts already.

The door shook and the bookcase wobbled in danger, books toppling onto the ground. Child pinched his eyes shut and begged for anybody to help him, to stop his parents from hurting him. He didn’t want to be hit, or yelled at, or called horrible names.

Something tugged on his ankle and Child’s eyes popped open, lurching away from the bed with a fright. With tear filled eyes, the child looked down in horror to see a hand protruding from under the bed. It was an inky black, so dark you wouldn’t even see it in the darkness.

It was too big for a human hand, and it’s fingers were long, sharp claws, holding out to the child for him to take. Child let out a horrified shriek when the door rattled and almost splintered, the loudest bang of them all piercing through their skull.

Child was paralysed with terror, and when he looked down towards the bed, there seemed to be a darkness oozing from the edges like a fog, and the outstretched hand inched closer towards him.

“Come.”

Child winced at another loud bang, and he didn’t think twice. He clasped the monsters hand in his own as tightly as he could, and gave a surprised yelp when he was dragged under the bed. The carpet rubbed against his skin and he was plunged into a sea of inky black, his heart rate picking up.

He clawed through the air and tried to crawl away, but something large wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled him back, cradling him against something warm and comforting.

“Hush.”

Child whimpered, his eyes darting through the darkness in fear. He could see two bright glowing eyes staring at him in the dark.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

There was a crash and Child almost let out a scream when he heard his parents come barrelling in. Their shouts bellowed and the child buried his head into the huge chest, feeling long arms wrap around him in a comforting manner.

He heard glass shattering and heavy objects thundering against the floor. His parents footsteps hammered against the carpet, and Child gave a trembling whimper when he sensed his father gripping the edge of the bed, and peer underneath.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

The words spilled from his lips and the darkness almost coiled around him protectively, keeping him hidden. His father let out a venomous scowl and smacked his fists against the mattress.

“Little bastard...”

Child expected a hand to grab him by the ankles and drag him out, but to his surprise, his father rose straight back to his feet, like he’d never seen him. The child whimpered softly and a cold claw caressed his cheek, wiping away the flood of tears.

“You’re safe with me, little one,” the monster cooed gently, the darkness flowing gracefully. “Don’t cry.”

Child heard more shouts, but they were considerably fainter. He cracked open an eye and glanced out of from under the bed, unable to see his parents in his room anymore. He sniffled and winced when the darkness around him shifted, curling around his body, guiding him out.

Child clambered out from the ground and shakily dragged himself back onto their feet, scrubbing his face. He turned around to see the claw reaching upward, gently stroking his hand.

“Thank you...” The child breathed, curling his small fingers around the monster’s hand. The darkness leaked out from the edges, and he saw those two eyes appear again.

“I will be here whenever you feel unsafe,” the monster whispered, slithering back under the bed. Child was reluctant to let go of its hand, but it withdrew quickly and left him all alone.

He wiped his nose and scurried off to close his door quietly, grateful for whatever strange creature had made its home underneath his bed.

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Wishing for some august snowfall

(got distracted and end up spending too much time on a painting about me just hating summer and heatwaves haha)

I read a post once that the people who made the bathroom bill to discriminate against transwomen completely forgot about transmen.

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"Remember when I disappeared sometime in April?" Villain asked, looking up at Hero with those hazel eyes they could never read. "I told you that I had an emergency mission. That was a lie." They paused. "Supervillain kidnapped me."

Hero stared at them, eyes wide. "But why would they do that?"

"They were going to force me to marry them. Hero, I-"

They stepped forwards and gently pressed their lips against their Villain's. "I'm sorry, Villain." they whispered.

"What? For what?"

The door slammed open, and Hero stepped backwards, suddenly out of Villain's reach - all too far away, all too quickly.

They felt breath on their neck, and then a whisper. Their heart froze. They knew that voice. "Looks like you're mine again, darling."

Supervillain.

Me and my best friend (@thatone-ranboofan996) absolutely adore the Handplates comic by @zarla-s. It was a big part of both our childhoods so I decided to try drawing us in their style and how we'd look in the story!

The plot behind why there would be humans being tested instead of just taking their souls to cross the barrier is mainly based around gasters insecurities. Two humans go on a hike and fall down Mount Ebott. They travel through the ruins and end up staying with toriel for a while because she's awesome and sweet. They later leave but as soon as they do they're caught on alphys' cameras and she immediately tells gaster.

In this side timeliness we imagined that gaster was worried that the two souls wouldn't be enough and since he had already created paps and sans, gaster thought that if he could study the human souls then he could figure out how to better them and combine a human and a monster soul to make it a more powerful singular soul. Of course alphys is confused on where the humans went but gaster wipes the cameras and lightly gaslights her. I am also 93% sure he'd love the opportunity to get revenge on the humans

I am also unsure how Zarla feels about aus of her au but if she doesn't like them I will take this post down

This is just an opinion but I believe out of all the Amulet characters, Trellis is the most well-written.

Why do I believe this? Well because out of all of the characters Trellis feels the most like a real person. When I mean by that is Trellis is, in my opinion, the most thought out character in the series.

He has a personality, he’s relevant to the story, and most importantly, he has GOALS. He wants to help his people and take the thrown and crown away from the elf king who is leading his people in a direction that will lead to their downfall. He helps the rebellion because he WANTS TO. Emily has stated multiple times, that she helps because she feel like she has to which would’ve been an interesting plot point but Kazu Kibuishi abandoned the thought of having an idea like that. Trellis also wants to kind out what happened to his memories that are connected to the elf king which is also RELEVANT TO THE PLOT BECAUSE IT MIGHT REVEAL HOW TO DEFEST HIM.

The more I think about it the more I feel more upset about how Kazu Kibuishi dealt with Emily. Emily felt more like a real character in the first two books. In those books she had a goal. Save her mom. It’s what drove her to accept the amulet and join Leon. It’s what influenced her decisions and made us root for her. In the later books Emily has none of that which is upsetting because she had so much potential.

Game Start

I don't know what came over me to animate that little scene but boy was it the wrong way to get into animating lol

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I don't have a name for him yet, but he's an 8 year old boy who lives in zaun, an inspiring artist who mainly does graffiti or large designs in chalk on street grounds. He's learning how to do portraits after seeing the rise in Jinx portraits all around after she became the figure of freedom

And small details that always make me smile, he 'dyed' his hair with chalk, and has belts around his shoes because he never learned how to tie shoes, oversized old overalls that he fixed up after finding them somewhere, jinx socks, and scars on his knees from learning how to jump rooftops. Also his hair is based on my hair irl