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danzinora-switch · 2 months
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Rolling into Part 2 of Things Change! We take a look at how Leo and Donnie are both doing. Eccentric studying and body-learning do not come naturally to the other, after all.
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rainbow-squirrels-7 · 2 years
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YO go read Monsters Among Us by @danzinora-switch​
Full comic for this scene under the cut! MAJOR spoilers for the fanfic!
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OHO this scene GOT me. Go OFF Donnie
I, too would bash a man’s head in for Mikey
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letsgethaunted · 6 months
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Paranormal Games to Play in the Dark, Volume 5 feat. Monsters Among Us
What better way to continue celebrating the spooky season than by playing games with deathly consequences? Come on this journey as Aly regales Nat and special guest Derek Hayes of the hit paranormal podcast show "Monster’s Among Us" with the rules and possible outcomes for two popular supernatural games played by folks around the world: “The Witch’s Window” and “Cara Melihat Kembaran Gaib Kita” aka “How to See Your Occult Twin”.
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screenpalettes · 1 year
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American Horror Story: Freakshow “Monsters Among Us” S4E1 (2014)
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wigmund · 5 months
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Spotify's Wrapped for 2023
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2.3.41 - Sneeze
but enough about that
Myu: haah-CHOO! ugh…
(She notices a small scratch on the tip of her tail.)
Myu: When did I get that cut...?
Atticus: Myu? Did you stay out here all night?
Myu: I guess I fell asleep...
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void-inked-pen · 2 years
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What do you like about the fic, Monsters Among Us? Very curious to know your opinion.
is this the same anon who asked me about LFLS *squints* im on to you lol.
yet another question asking me about a fic a friend of mine wrote XD @danzinora-switch really came out and wrote a killer fic introducing Bishop and the way it kinda was focused on donnie and raph was what sucked me in. Not only that but they used donnie's nieve, praise hungry personality to lure him into a trap in such a way that really feels like a wake-up call.
Donnie is a genius, yes we know this, but even child geniuses dont have the forethought to understand where danger lies. Bishop is an adult who is extremely manipulative and can see where donnie would crave that attention for what he creates. his siblings give him a lot of credit when he does cool shit but he didn't hear it enough from adults in his life. he wanted to be useful, treated with respect, seen for what he is.
bishop smashed all of that.
Raph has his own issues in this that make me hella curious and i love the little seeds danzinora dropped about a certain scally "dino" who saved him as a kid when he was lost. Raph has some deep hidden trauma and it made him very scared to be alone. add in the fact Donnie is essentially talking to a stranger and you've got a protective older brother whose scared as shit.
good stuff all around! and if this doesn't give you a good idea on how much I love this fic, look at the animatic I made for it! Danzinora actually paid me for my effort, i was doing it for free but then they stopped me and was like "NO IM PAYING YOU", bless them~
i learned a lot from that animatic and got feed back from pros on that btw and it taught me a lot so im using that to keep growing and make cool shit!
(also, yes I'm down to make animatics for fics but I do require payment. this is negotiable so if you have a cool fight you wanna see and I like your story? dm me ;3c )
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t0rschlusspan1k · 2 years
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Dear Diary, It was a Saturday, the 3rd of September, that the world as I had known was forever doomed. The shadows that had sheltered me were banished by the blinding light of scrutiny. I knew I was about to enter the gates of Hell. But like the inescapable pull of gravity, there was nothing I could do about it.
American Horror Story: Freak Show, 4x01, “Monsters Among Us” 
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This monster podcast I’m listening to, woman hired a psychic to scope out her new house and the psychic said this:
“I don’t want to freak you out, but there’s a giant spider with a human head crawling on the walls in the attic and it’s obsessed with you. It watches you through your bedroom mirror.”
Like oh? You don’t want to freak me out?
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dovewingkinnie · 11 days
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one of the other jobs at the factory is extermination !! their jobs are to protect the workers from any monsters some of them enjoy their job, some of them dont
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danzinora-switch · 1 month
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Look at that, lucky number 13.
Surely that's not foreboding or anything.
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doctorsiren · 7 months
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Silly little monster AU but swapped !! :D
Instead of being part phoenix like Phoenix is in the original, Miles is part thunderbird :))
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letsgethaunted · 4 months
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It’s almost the end of Szn 5, Haunties! Can you believe it??? I was looking back on the season and this was def the year of collaborations! All of our collabs were so much fun and we’re so honored to have worked with all these incredible pods this year! If you had to pick one that you liked the best, which collab would it be and why?? (from @letsgethaunted on instagram)
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amazeingartist · 9 months
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The Cryptid Couple
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old doodles I cleaned up a bit
it is wild that military propaganda has made me ship the Loch Ness Monster with Mothman, like I know being a CoD fanartist wasn’t on the bingo card like. at all so this certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen lmao (not that I’m complaining, I’m having a blast)
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chimeride · 8 days
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the crewmates from Among Us, but they aren't wearing astronaut suits, rather their colorful bodies is their actual skin and they have one big compound eye
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trensu · 1 year
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ETA: now on ao3 as Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors
ETA2: now with an additional snippet
okay, how's this for an AU
We know that Steve wants to be a dad. Like, his literal life dream is to have a minimum of six children. SIX. who wants that?? crazy people, that's who. but we forgive him his insanity because he's sweet and will actually probably be a really good dad and there's not enough of those in the world.
the downer is that it's the late 90s, he's a (still) single guy in his thirties, and every adoption agency on the planet would rather give their children to a heteronormative couple who don't even want kids than to a single dude who would dedicate his heart and soul to giving his kids a happy healthy home.
He's bemoaning his fate to Robin at a bar they recently discovered. It's a weird little joint, kinda tucked away on the outskirts where Steve could've sworn didn't exist just last week. The patrons were kinda weird too but neither he or Robin could put their finger on why or how. If Steve had been a little less miserable, and Robin a little less caught up in comforting him, they might've noticed how everyone else in the bar kept sneaking curious glances at them or how they somehow always kept most of their features hidden.
They didn't though. Even when they were interrupted by a handsome black gentleman who called himself Jeff. Jeff said that he couldn't help but overhear their dilemma and that he's actually part of an agency that is more open minded about potential foster or adoptive parents. Steve's a little deeper in his cups than he intended, and doesn't question that some random guy in a bar is offering him a chance of having children. Robin is not as far in her cups and finds it a bit suspicious.
She was going to say something about it but Jeff looked her in the eye and said, "Everything is fine. There's no reason to worry. I'm only trying to help."
"You're only trying to help," Robin murmured back blearily. "Everything is fine. Yeah. Yeah, 'm not worried."
Jeff gives Steve his card and tells him he can stop by the very next day if he'd like, since his schedule is open.
The next day, Steve is regretting having gotten so drunk. Not really because of the hangover (though holy shit, he is NOT twenty anymore he needs to stop drinking like one). No. It's because Jeff had just finished giving him a tour of the facility full of rambunctious children in need of a home.
Actually, that had been pretty okay even if the other adults in the facility startled at the sight of him and the children kept ducking into other rooms to hide from him.
No. It's because Jeff had just introduced him to a child named Dustin who sneezed unexpectedly and somehow turned into a kitten.
"Um," Steve said. Jeff sighed.
"Dustin hasn't gotten back control over his shapeshifting since his mother's passing, but I assure you he's been improving."
"...shapeshifting," Steve said, numbly.
"Yes. Dustin tends to go for cat shapes, like his mother did." Jeff bends down to pick up the loudly mewing tabby kitten. "We've managed to get him to shift mostly into a domestic shorthair, rather than a cougar cub."
"That's great," Steve squeaked as he tried to tamp down the growing hysteria in him. "Really, really great. Y'know what, Jeff, this whole thing's been great but I think I'm still kind of drunk so I'm just gonna go--"
"No, wait," Jeff says, quickly placing the Dustin kitten on his shoulder before reaching out to grab Steve by the elbow. "Please. Look, you seem like a good guy. I did a quick scan of you and everything, and I really think if you'd take a moment to sit down and--"
"JEFFORD BILLANY JONES."
Jeff's shoulders hunched, nearly dislodging Dustin from his shoulder. He sighed again and turned to face the man storming towards him and Steve.
"Eddy, you know none of that is my name."
"I'll call you whatever I want since for some unfathomable reason, you've brought a human into my sanctuary. Why is there a human in my home, Jeffamy."
"Eddy, let me explain."
"It's Eddie in front of the human," Eddie said.
Steve's brain was experiencing some sort of malfunction because Jeff had been calling this man Eddie, except if he concentrated, the way Jeff said Eddie and the way Eddie had said Eddie sounded very very different except it hadn't because they both sounded like Eddie except for how Jeff's Eddie sounded different from, the same as, different, just like--
A pair of ringed fingers snapped aggressively in front of his face, startling Steve from an impending aneurysm.
"You. Who are you, who sent you, what do you want."
Steve stuttered something incoherent. He's pretty sure he's had a mental break from reality. There was some sort of sentient black sludge creeping across the tiled floor, wrapping a tendril around Jeff's leg.
"What is that?" Steve squawked. Jeff beamed at him.
"Oh, this is El! She's a Monster Under the Bed. She hasn't decided on a form yet, but that's okay, we love her just as she is."
"Jeff," Eddie snapped. Jeff looked at Eddie stubbornly.
"You told me we needed all hands on deck."
"How dare you, I'd never stoop to using boat metaphors."
"Don't distract me with blatant lies. Eddy, you said we needed help. You said you'd take anyone at this point."
Steve has not been able to stop staring at the sludge creature (El?). He's beginning to realize that he can't quite remember what Jeff looked like, or any of the adults they had seen. He's noticing that some of the children that have been scampering about had looked off. Like the boy with the bowl-cut they had passed by earlier who had looked...frosty around the edges. Or the girl he thought had had red feathers in her hair but is now suspecting the feathers were something more than decorative.
Ringed fingers snap in front of his face again. Steve finally focused on the man named Eddie who was actually named Eddie which was different from Eddie somehow. Now that he's able to shove away the confusion that is this man's name, he's struck by the fact that Eddie was quite possibly the most gorgeous man Steve's ever seen. He had wide, dark eyes that made Steve think of seabeds in the deepest of waters. His hair was a riot of dark brown curls that for some reason brought to mind swirling schools of fish.
"Answer my questions," Eddie demanded. Steve blinked and, with some difficulty, remembered the previous interrogation.
"Uh, I'm Steve. Jeff invited me because I want to be a dad."
Eddie barked out a laugh.
"Oh, is that right? In that case, welcome to Hawkins' Halfway House for Homeless Horrors! I'm sure Jeff would love to finish introducing you to the rest of our children. Have you met Mike? He's a ghoul! Or Lucas! He's a werewolf and his dream is to become a basketball star. They both have very sharp teeth so watch out for their tantrums."
Jeff scowls at Eddie before turning back to Steve. Steve was starting to feel faint and he was no longer sure if he regretted drinking the night before or regretted not drinking more.
"Steve, it's okay. Eddy is making it sound scarier than it actually is. You said you wanted to be a dad, and we need foster parents that can help these kids learn how to blend in with humans. That's what the halfway house is for, but there's only so much they can learn while living in sanctuary. We need a way to have them experience the human world more directly while still keeping them safe, and I think you're the solution we've been looking for. What do you think?"
"I think I need to sit down," Steve said thinly. Eddie snorted derisively. Steve was slightly offended but honestly everything was a bit too much right now and he really would like to sit down for a moment just to process. Because monsters are real, apparently, and some of them need parents. Which was terrifying to think about but also not so much? Because all kids were little monsters some of the time right? If Steve could have a moment to get his bearings...
"This was a terrible idea, Jeffathan."
"I think it was a great idea, actually. I really think this could work."
"No. I forbid it. Don't do this again."
Then there was a sweet and beautiful humming. It made the edges of Steve's mind go fuzzy and soft. He blinked slowly and looked for the source of the sound. Eddie stared at him intently and when he spoke, his voice was like music.
"Steve," Eddie said. "Steve, do you want to make me happy?"
Steve nodded dumbly. He wanted that more than anything in the whole world. He wanted to make Eddie smile. He wanted Eddie to never stop singing.
"It would make me very happy if you went home and forgot everything you saw here today," Eddie continued.
Steve made a sad sound. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to forget beautiful, gorgeous Eddie and this place that could make his dream come true.
"Please, Steve," Eddie's lyrical voice took on an aching mournful tone. "If you don't, you'll break my heart. I'll never be happy again."
The sadness in the song made Steve feel like the world was ending. Eddie couldn't be sad! Steve would rather die than make Eddie sad!
"I forget," Steve mumbled through the fog in his mind. "And you'll be happy?"
"So happy. I'd be the happiest man alive if you do that one little thing for me, my sweet Steve."
Steve nods again. "Okay."
"Good boy," Eddie croons. Steve felt like he swallowed the sun at those words. He followed Eddie as Eddie guided him through the halfway house. Eddie hummed his lovely song the entire way.
"Go home and forget," Eddie sang one last time as he helped Steve get behind the wheel of his car.
"Yeah," Steve replied dreamily and drove away.
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The telephone rang shrilly through his apartment. Steve stumbled out of bed and picked up, only fumbling it a little bit.
"H'llo?"
"Steve, what the hell, I've been trying to get a hold of you all day! Where have you been?" Robin's voice rang out, making Steve flinch. He scrubbed his free hand over his face tiredly.
"Home? I just woke up," Steve said. It was weird that he was fully dressed, he thought dazedly, but it wouldn't be the first time he's passed out drunk in his street clothes. Was he wearing this shirt yesterday? He could've sworn he'd worn the navy one.
"What? Just now? It's like five in the evening!"
"Huh. That'd explain the weird dream," Steve mumbled.
"Was it the one where you get seduced by a giant squid? Because I don't need to know more about your weird tentacle fetish."
"I don't have a tentacle fetish! I had the dream ONE time, and I wasn't being seduced, I was getting drowned and it was terrifying!"
"To-may-to, to-mah-to."
"Whatever, this one was weirder anyway."
"I find that hard to believe but now I'm morbidly curious. Hit me with it."
"...I don't remember."
"There goes my entertainment for the evening."
"Was there a reason you called, Robin?"
"Yes! I met this girl named Chrissy and I swear Steve, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen..."
Beautiful. Steve had the faint impression of dark eyes and silver rings, but it was quickly washed away like a child's sandcastle in the tide under the onslaught of Robin's ramblings. As he listened to his best friend, he couldn't help but feel there was something he'd forgotten. There was something he'd been planning on doing today, wasn't there...?
...oh, well. If it was really important, he'd remember eventually.
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