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debbie-sketch · 2 years
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Griffins 
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bebs-art-gallery · 3 months
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The Chariot of Death (1848)
— by Théophile Schuler
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sapphireginger · 8 months
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Title: Phoenix Phenomenon
Summary:
“You’ll never be my equal in anything,” Peter sneered. 
“What?” Stiles asked but his tone had shifted. 
“You heard me, Stiles. If this is all about equality to you, then you might as well give up. It’ll never happen.”
Prompt: Mythology Creatures
Warnings: Temporary Character Death Major Injuries
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]
Word Count: 
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Stiles and Peter had been dating for three years and had been engaged for two years when they had their biggest fight. The more time they spent together the deeper their bond went, and the fight put all of their hard work at risk. 
“Why can’t you just trust me?!”
Peter growled. “I do trust you. Why can’t you understand that a thousand miles between us puts my wolf on edge?!”
“Then come with me!” Stiles pleaded, his fingers fidgeting restlessly with his engagement ring. 
“I can’t leave! I’m the alpha! This is all you right now. Why do you have to go that far away just to turn around and come back in a year?!”
Stiles started pacing. “I want to be able to provide for a family without constantly relying on you. I don’t have the means to provide like you do, and I know it’s not the same and I’ll never make enough to make us equals but I can try and come close.”
Peter snorted derisively. “So, money is the issue? Do I have too much? I’m sorry that I have ten years on you and I’m sorry that my family was murdered. Guess that’s too much for you huh?!”
The amber eyed man stilled and glared at the older man. “How could you say that?! I’ve never cared about the age gap between us. Ten years is nothing. Who cares that you’re thirty-three and I’m twenty-three?! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a flying fig about age! Don’t confuse me with your nieces!! I’ve never brought up how when it comes to money. I hate that you lost your family and I’m glad I gutted Kate and Gerard myself, but this isn’t about how we got the money. I just want to be an equal in our financial situation. I want to be an equal in everything.”
“You’ll never be my equal in anything,” Peter sneered. 
“What?” Stiles asked but his tone had shifted. 
“You heard me, Stiles. If this is all about equality to you, then you might as well give up. It’ll never happen.”
Before Stiles could say anything else, Peter continued. “So, go on! Get out of my sight! Go to your fucking far away school and get the fuck out of my life!!”
Hot tears slipped down Stiles’s cheeks. “You don’t mean that,” he said softly. 
“Wanna bet?!” Peter flashed crimson eyes at his mate—well the one that he thought was his mate—and roared. “LEAVE!!!!!!!”
Stiles fought hard not to voice the words he wanted to say, the words he wanted to lash out at the man he loved but he still let out a few. “Fine! Have it your way! We’ll be taking that break now, I guess!"
Peter said nothing, his arms crossed over his chest. He wouldn't budge from what he said and ignored the protest of his wolf. Besides, it was only a matter of time before this happened. Really, Peter was shocked they lasted five years. He dug his claws into his palms to try and convince himself of that very blatant mental lie.
When his fiancé didn't say anything, Stiles nodded to himself, sniffled and cleared his throat. "Fine. Whatever! S-Se-See if I care what happens to you now.” He grabbed his bag, slipped on his shoes and after gathering his wallet, keys and phone, he left. The door to the house—their house—slammed shut behind him with a finality that sent pain through both men. 
The moment that the door closed, Peter wanted to take it all back. He hated how Stiles never saw his worth and then Peter went and confirmed all the younger man’s worst fears, played on his insecurities and now, Stiles was gone. Peter never cared about the fact that he had more money, that he was older or anything else. He loved taking care of his mate and loved providing for Stiles. 
The wolf didn’t understand how Stiles couldn’t see that. If anyone was unworthy of the other, it was Peter who was unworthy of Stiles. The younger man had killed the ones responsible for the murders of the Hale family. Peter would never be able to repay him for it, but he tried to give Stiles everything. The alpha never realized how much Stiles felt he was lacking. 
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Stiles drove off in tears. No matter how badly he wanted to turn around and go back, he couldn't. This felt so much bigger than their small squabbles. Make up sex was fun in theory, but his heart hurt too much right now. So, no. He had to keep going no matter how badly he wanted to turn around. He would wait until they both calmed down though his gut churned at the thought of being apart for more than a day. 
Stiles couldn't focus, his mind awash with questions of how he was going to fix it, would they fix it, was he too much trouble and more. The rain began pouring and he skidded slightly on the road. It was only when he reached the highway that he paused. “Damn asshole of an alpha,” he cursed and started to turn around. “Can’t believe I love you but as angry as you make me, I can’t help it.”
Unfortunately, the tires couldn’t gain the proper traction and the jeep lurched forward. A shiny sports car going way too fast with its music making the road nearly vibrate, careened around the curve and hit Stiles’s Jeep head on. The last thing Stiles heard was the screech of tires and then everything went dark. 
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The call came not even an hour after Stiles had left. Peter was a wreck as he raced to the hospital. What a sight he must’ve made. He stood at the front desk, gripping the edge with as little supernatural force as possible. It was hard to maintain control when his mate, who was also his anchor, was in critical condition. 
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hale. Unfortunately, I regret I must inform you that Mr. Stilinski is in a coma.”
“Why?”
“There was significant bleeding in his brain. It’s surprising he survived the impact itself, sir. Head on collisions very rarely leave anyone alive.”
“His other injuries?”
The doctor checked his notes. “Mr. Stilinski sustained a broken tibia in his right leg, a fractured collarbone, a burst eardrum, a broken nose, a shattered femur in his left leg, a mangled right foot, and a punctured lung. He has bruised and cracked ribs, as well as bleeding in his brain, stomach and throat. He also sustained severe bruising around his throat from the way the seatbelt had been choking him.”
Peter’s eyes filled with tears. “P-Prognosis?”
With a somber expression the doctor spoke the hard and painful truth. “We can make him comfortable at most right now. After setting the breaks, setting the bones and stopping the bleeding, I'm afraid there isn’t much left to do but wait. I’m sorry, Mr. Hale, but you should prepare yourself for what’s to come.”
After talking with the doctor and schooling his expression the best he could, Peter was led to the room Stiles was in. When he saw his mate, Peter felt as though he couldn’t breathe. “Oh, sweetheart,” he husked out, his voice a wreck. 
Peter sat in the chair by the bed and took Stiles’s hand in his own. The younger man looked so small and pale in the hospital bed. It was driving the wolf crazy to see so many wires, tubes and monitors. “Come back to me, sweetheart. Don’t leave me. I-I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.” The wolf kissed his mate’s hand over and over, drawing pain as subtly as he could. He hadn't meant to break down, but this man was the light and love of his life, was his mate and he couldn't lose Stiles. So, the wolf didn't fight the tears back, didn't muffle the soft sobs. He broke down and cried. “I love you.”
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For three weeks, there was no change in Stiles's condition. He didn't seem to be healing at all and Peter felt helpless, nearly giving in to the urge to bite and turn the younger man several times but always managed to resist. Then at the start of week four something about his mate's condition did change, just not in the way Peter had hoped. Peter had fallen asleep with his hand in Stiles’s hand just like he had the last three weeks, when suddenly he awoke to alarms blaring. His eyes flared in the dark and settled upon the main monitor, his own heart nearly stopping when he saw the flatline. 
Peter choked back a sob and vigorously shook his head. It wasn't true, couldn't be true. “No,” he said, repeating the word over and over again. "No. No! Nononononononono!!" he sobbed. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. 
The doctor’s managed to restart his heart but the familiar hummingbird pace was no longer. Instead, all Peter could rely on to verify his mate was alive was a sluggish thump thump thump. The following morning, Peter stood outside the hospital room, watching as the nurses made some adjustments and tried to shut off his emotions when the doctors informed him it was time for him to make a decision. Stiles had only gotten worse and they firmly but not unkindly suggested that Peter let him go. They left him alone to say his goodbyes. 
Peter began pouring his heart out as soon as the door closed. He said everything he wished he had told Stiles when he had the chance but hadn't because he was afraid. Now, he didn't hold anything back and as he finished, a tear fell on Stiles’s wrist. “I love you,” the wolf whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles's forehead, and another gentle kiss to his lips. As he settled back in the chair, Peter pressed a firm but soft kiss to the pale skin of Stiles's inner wrist right over his pulsepoint. His tears continued to fall as he rested his head on the younger man's hip. 
For a moment, it was silent, the only sound being Stiles’s sluggish heartbeat and the machines. It was almost peaceful. Peter could almost believe they were home in bed together and not in a hospital. 
Suddenly a golden glow burst forth and covered Stiles’s body from head to toe. The wolf startled, shuffling back slightly but didn’t let go of Stiles’s hand. In fact, he gripped it tighter, just short of supernatural strength. His eyes widened as a small golden triskele formed on Stiles’s wrist, the very place Peter’s tear had landed.
As soon as the three spirals had formed, the gold glow coating Stiles's body brightened until Peter was forced to look away or risk his eyesight, supernatural healing be damned. It was just too bright. 
Time seemed to stand still, the air thick with something other, but Peter was not afraid. He was confused, nervous, uncertain and somehow hopeful but not an ounce of fear resided in him. 
As quickly as the glow came, it faded, almost like Stiles was absorbing it, leaving his pale skin with a slight shimmer to it. The glow had seemed to rob the entire town of its light. Peter flashed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of his mate. Gone were the wires and gone was the breathing tube from his pale throat. All that remained of the monitoring was a pulse checker on Stiles's finger and an IV in his arm. 
Another three days passed with Peter’s belief never wavering. Peter wasn't Stiles but when his mate was learning more about his spark, he had always said that the power of belief was not to be underestimated. So, Peter believed with everything he had, his eyes never leaving his mate. Something had happened that night and no one else acted as though anything was amiss. This told Peter not to give up. Something was happening and he would hold tight to his hope. He would believe. 
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In the early hours of the first day of spring, Peter felt fingers carding through his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp accompanied by a soft humming. It was a beautiful dream and made the wolf smile. If only—The wolf bolted upright when the scent hit him as well as the familiar thumpthumpthumpthump of Stiles's heart and let out a high pitch whine at what he saw. 
Stiles’s eyes met Peter’s and he gave the wolf a small smile. “Am I sprouting feathers?” 
Peter was confused and definitely hadn’t expected to be greeted so…warmly. 
Stiles tilted his head, “I died, Peter. Yet here I am.”
“No!” Peter denied. “You didn’t die. I was here the whole time. I would’ve…” he trailed off. “The accident?”
With a sad expression, Stiles nodded. “On impact.”
“Then h-how?” Peter asked, gently taking his mate’s hand, treating him as fragile, with great care, like Stiles might vanish or break at any moment. 
“It’s called the Phoenix Phenomenon.” 
Peter’s brows knit together in confusion. “The what?”
Stiles huffed a laugh. Then his expression grew serious. “If a bond cemented between two people is strong enough, it calls to them regardless of where they reside. Their souls are united in life and death. When souls are bonded, not even death itself can separate them.” Stiles chewed his lip and averted his gaze. “Not to mention, I’m…” he mumbled the rest of his sentence, making Peter lean closer. 
“You’re…?”
The golden glow returned to Stiles’s body though softer this time and seemed to extend to Peter as well, almost as if greeting him. When the wolf met the gaze of his mate, he inhaled sharply at the orbs of pure gold staring back at him. “Stiles?” he whispered. 
“It’s me.”
“What are you?”
Without hesitation, Stiles answered truthfully, revealing to the alpha what not a living soul knew, what no one had ever known before this moment. “I am the First Phoenix.”
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yinza · 10 months
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I never see elderly mers so I thought I would toss something out there.
Available on Inprnt and in my Etsy shop!
[Image Description: A digital painting of two older black mer people kissing, their tails twined around each other. The mer to the left is a trans man with visible top surgery scars. He has short grey hair in an undercut and the tail of an epaulette shark (tan with black spots). The mer on the right is a fat woman with grey hair partially in cornrows and the tail of a mandarinfish (orange with turquoise patterns). Both wear a few bands of gold jewelry. /end ID]
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kelogsloops · 7 months
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The final piece from my recent show, ‘In Harmony.’ The Eastern Phoenix is often associated with harmony and new beginnings. In trying to portray those associations, the body is decorated with floral motifs; little sprouts blooming from its back, and tail feathers resembling a blossoming flower #brbchasingdreams
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ronkeyroo · 1 year
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I present u with...Leopard Gecko Hydra: THE MOST FEROCIOUS(ly cute) variant  🦎✨
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airitree · 6 months
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Unicorns can stab one another, though they are careful when dueling, often dancing around each other and tease with false starts to avoid breakage, as their horns are rather thin.
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ex0skeletal-undead · 2 months
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Rawa by RAMZI-FIRHAD
This artist on Instagram
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Oh my gosh this concept is so cute!!! I think if u saw this I would want to take the babies lmao. Pinterest didn’t have the artist linked for this one so if yall know it ill add it
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heymama-if · 3 months
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You are pregnant.
How it came to be is complicated. Or, well, it is for humans to understand. Like every other siren, as a dying and endangered specie, you are able to reproduce without partners. But now, bearing a child inside you and still on the run, you are much more vulnerable to Hunters.
You are aware that there is only one solution. You need someone to clam your child as their own, in order to shield you and most importantly the tiny being growing inside you from the Hunters.
You have set your eyes on the covens, in the hopes of finding a mate among the most well known and respected coven members. It will be a difficult journey, but one you need to take.
In the meantime, you’ll skin alive anyone who even dares to touch you.
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Customize your pronouns, appearance and character traits
Protect your baby, and take care of it
Find a partner to claim your child as their own
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Note: the game is in its planning stage. As such, the characters could still undergo changes. Suggestions or preferences are welcomed.
Balaar [M/F]:  a very far descendant of dymons, with only a few traits left of the being that tainted their bloodline. They are head of the biggest coven you know of, known for their stunning beauty and ability to either scare hunters away or gather huge masses to follow them till death.
They are very tall, lean, with pale skin, white iridescent hair, grey eyes and silver horns.
Kalyja [M/F]: compared to the brutal nature of sirens, lycans are no more than overgrown pups. This lycan descendant, though, seems to be even more docile than most. They thrive on praise, loyal to a fault. You wonder how far, though, their limits lie and if at one point they will snap back.
They have a powerful body, with a curly mane of auburn hair, hazel eyes and onyx skin.
Varie [genderfluid]: a kraken descendant, their mythical body horrifying, their appearance described as far from anything considered beautiful. Still, despite their public appearances being very rare, they are well known for having survived a total of eight hunts.
They have a full, soft figure, dark purple eyes, dark hair and dark skin.
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vcreatures · 10 months
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The Sailor Mermaid gets it’s name for not only it’s impressive head sail but also it unique mode of transportation. Arguably one of the fastest of the Sirena family, the Sailor Maid or sometimes referred to as the Sail-Finned Maid will use the large fin much like a sailboat to aid in traveling vast distances in search of food. Their streamline bodies paired with this large sail make for a formidable predator. Mating pairs, using their head sails as barriers will often corral schools of fast moving prey between in order to feed.  
Slide two: An example of the dimorphism found in the skulls of the Sirenia order.
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the-evil-clergyman · 8 months
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Griffins and Unicorns, from Andrew Lang's The Red Book of Animal Stories by Henry Justice Ford (1899)
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bebs-art-gallery · 5 months
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Medusa
— by Ignacio Ramirez Torres
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homkamiro · 9 days
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Answering some questions regarding TF2 × MLP AU!!! This crossover absolutely rotted my brain and I can't.stop thinking about it
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darksilvania · 9 months
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After finishing the Pokemon Type Challege I decided to add a third half lion pokemon to my Duo and make them a Trio.
CRYOSFINX [Cryo-Criosphinx] -Ice -The Frozen Horns Pokemon -Ability: Snow Cloack - Refrigerate(HA) -Dex: “It inhabits the very top of Kroel mountains where snow never melts. Its horns and wings are always frozen at sub zero temperatures, getting touched by them can cause instantaneous frostbite..“     -Megahorn     -Ice Fang     -Avalanche     -Noble Roar
MANTIQUORTZ [Manticore-Quartz] -Rock -The Rocky Stinger Pokemon -Ability: Strong Jaw - Rock Head(HA) -Dex: “It inhabits the lower rocky sides of the mountains, living inside the caves and tunnels. A powerful blow from is stinger can incapacitate any prey, but even at a distance it can shoot sharp shards from the tip, as strong and fast as a bullet.“     -Head Smash     -Crunch     -Rock Blast     -Stealth Rock
GAJASILICA [Gajasimha-Silicate] -Ground -The Sandy Tusk Pokemon -Ability: Sand Rush - Sand Force(HA) -Dex: “It inhabits the sandy dunes at the base of the mountain. It's body is always covered in sand, to the point where one cant tell where the sand ends and the pokemon begins. It has a gentle nature, but can become really violent when provoked. “     -Earth Power     -Scorching Sands     -Mud Bomb     -Sandstorm
This three pokemon are mortal enemies of each other, they keep themselves to their territories to avoid any conflict, but if they cross paths they will figh until only one remains standing.
While CRYOSFINX is based on the egyptian Criosphinx and MANTIQUORTZ is based on the persian Manticore, GJASILICA is based on the indian Gajasimha, a creature with the body of a lion and the head of an elephant
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kleioscanvas · 1 year
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Everyone's favourite three-headed underworld snake-dog!
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