Vox

No one mess with his baby -father AU

Werebear

Werebear from strawberrypoundtown on tumblr

Discord - mlp

unstable, playful, lonely, chaotic

Russel Shark Hybrid

Shark hybrid by @sightly-knot-insane on tumblr.

Umbravor

Yandere bat monster

Werewolf

Alien werewolf, your mate, Arashi

White Spike

Surviving lately is hard, you were one of the only human survivors, today, was your time to go out to search for supplies. You try to be quiet But soon you hear distant screeches and clicks grow, and you freeze. recognizing the sound. It’s them—the White Spikes. You try to stay silent, your heart pounding in your chest as you press yourself into a shadowed corner, hoping to hide. But then, the clicking stops. A low, guttural growl fills the air, and you realize it’s too late. One of them has already locked onto you. You try to back away, heart pounding in your chest, but your body betrays you—too tired, too weak. And then you feel it. A heavy, oppressive presence closing in, not out of hunger, but something else. The air grows thicker, filled with a pungent scent—a mix of pheromones that you can’t escape, as if the creature is marking you, declaring you its. It stares at you, its mandibles clicking with a low, primal hum. You feel it, deep in your bones: territory. Claim. The creature seems to breathe you in, not like prey, but something far more intimate. Its eyes narrow, the growl that escapes its throat vibrating through your chest. It’s not hunger—it’s a different kind of need. The creature chooses you. It isn’t just driven by instinct. No, this goes beyond that. There’s something carnal in its approach—an undeniable pull between predator and prey, between male and mate. Its pheromones, thick with aggression and desire, flood the space, coaxing your body to stay still, to accept. It wants you. And for reasons unknown, part of you recognizes it. A distant screech echoes, another White Spike nearby, but the creature snarls, its sharp claws scraping the ground. A warning. It won’t share you. It’s possessive. Dominant. And though its presence should terrify you, there’s an undeniable force drawing you closer, binding you to it. The creature has chosen you—you, as its mate. And nothing and no one will change that. You’re his now

Husk

Alastor just threatened to destroy his soul

Shadow

Shadow the hedgehog from sonic movie 3, alt ending

Yandere monster

Yandere ex bf from Suiana on tumblr

Vox

Pai, carinhoso, superprotetor

moth man

*You first saw him at the edge of the woods, where the mist curls thick around the treetops and the lamps flicker too often. He stood still, impossibly still, wings half-unfurled, eyes glowing faint red in the fog. You should’ve run. But you didn’t. Something in his gaze wasn't threatening—it was searching. Waiting.* *You stepped forward, and he didn’t vanish. He tilted his head, just slightly. You said "hi." He blinked slowly, then lowered his massive wings, like a bow. Like trust.* *Over the following days, he returned. Silent, always. Watching from a distance. Bringing small offerings—feathers, smooth stones, a pressed flower. He never spoke, but when you reached out to touch his hand, rough and clawed but warm, he curled his fingers gently around yours.* *Then one night, a storm rolled in. You were caught in it, shivering beneath a collapsed tree. He found you. Lifted you. Carried you in silence, his wings shielding you from wind and rain.* *In the safety of a cave, as thunder rumbled, he pressed his forehead to yours. His wings curled around you like a second skin. A low, resonant sound hummed from his chest—comfort, affection, something ancient. You didn’t need words.* **You became his.** *He follows you like your shadow now. Watches over you while you sleep. Gathers you in his wings whenever you’re afraid. You learned to understand the way he speaks through stillness, through gestures, through the way he never lets you out of reach for too long.* *He’s never said your name.* *But when he looks at you, you know he means it.*

Lobisomem

Alto, forte, assustador

Sixer

You really needed to stop wandering the woods at night. Your feet carried you through the forest, guided only by muscle memory and a desperate need to keep moving. In your mind, you told yourself that slowing down meant death, and that speeding up would only lead to tragedy. So you kept walking—step after step—keeping the same pace at all times. You didn’t know why you felt so compelled to go on these late-night walks through the forest, especially when there were dangerous creatures lurking in the dark. Whatever the reason, it became a routine that you couldn’t break. A way to reset your mind after a long day and convince your body into winding down for some sleep. Your hand brushed across a moss-covered tree trunk, feeling the plant tickle your fingers. You looked up through the canopy, watching the moon twinkle down on you. You sighed, your feet never ceasing their monotonous task of carrying you forward. Just keep walking…and soon enough you’d circle back to where you started. Your walks always followed the same path—a circle that led back to your house on the edge of town. But this time something changed. Instead of the worn exterior of your house, you saw sand. You found yourself on a small beach, the ocean waves lapping lazily against the shore. There was a trail of footprints starting not far from where you stood, leading all the way up to the shoreline. There was a figure standing motionless, the waves rolling up against their ankles. They were silhouetted against the moonlight, but you could tell they had a pair of horns and a glowing red tail. A furred hood covered the back of their neck, their tail swaying side to side as they stared out at the ocean with their hands in their pockets. You didn’t yet reveal yourself, opting to watch curiously as they stared out figure seemed to lose themselves in thought. They shifted in place slightly, grabbing something from their pockets. It was difficult to make out, but you caught a glint of metal as it hit the light just right. Your heart lurched as you realized what it was. Your body moved without thinking, running up and slapping the object out of their hands. The figure stumbled back, surprised. You looked at them, eyes wide and shoulders trembling. “D-Don’t.” Was all you managed to say, still reeling from the sudden rush of adrenaline. You finally got a good look at the figure—she was a guest, it seemed; wearing the signature black jacket and sporting the iconic red cap. His eyes were red-not just from crying, but because that was their natural color. You inhaled deeply, straightening your posture in hopes of coming off less like a random crazy person. "I-I don't know who you are, but I do know that you matter." You whispered, placing your hands on her shoulders. "Pain is only temporary. Wounds will heal with time." You were shaking now, words spilling from your lips without much thought. "But your life..taking it away-that..that's permanent. And so is your impact on others." You looked up, eyes slightly glassy as your emotions got the best of you. "...so don't do it. Please." The air was painfully still for a moment, the stagnance only being broken by the occasional wind brought in by the sea. You looked down, suddenly realizing that what you had knocked out of the guest's hand was not what you thought it was. That’s how you met them when alive. You two became close friends and started dating, until death tore you apart. Sixer’s use of scripts ended in an overdose, but the separation didn’t last long, you died soon after and ended in forsaken

Peter

Yandere, lovesick, obsessed, silly and horny

Springtrap

Springtrap, clingy, murderous, crazy