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Some Monster Prom ladies gifs :3

I think this is the first time I draw my sona

Some new Hybrid High Students! One background, one minor, and one major! From left to right we have:

Celeste Sylvester (Slime/Ghost hybrid - she/her - Freshman). A goopy, shy little lady who doesn't really talk much., other than ghostly little "oooo" noises. Very small, and squishable.

Ostif Deuentys (Scarecrow/Gorgon hybrid - he/him - Freshman). The class president of the newest class to enter the school. Ostif is very laid back, relaxed, and doesn't really show a lot of the gumption that one would expect from the class president. But, he has been the class president since elections were first held in middle school for these kids. And, he oddly seems to get things done. People want to follow him, since he's kind and a bit silly. Ex-boyfriend to Valentine

Garnet "Valentine" Valentine (Aasimar/Mimic hybrid - he/him - Freshman). A straight-laced, no-nonsense honors student with a monotone, slightly annoyed attitudeand a penchant for the rules. Despite this all, this guy moonlights as the school mascot since the student who did it last graduated the year before. He enjoys it. Last summer, he and Ostif had a fling that ended once school came back into session. They've stayed close friends, however, despite the fact that Ostif's laid-back attitude annoys Valentine at times. Valentine is tasked with walking home with Percy every day after school.

Day 25 - Petrify

Do you think it was a slow process or could they just draw her really fast

23. Gorgon (OC)

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Snakes and shades.

Another render of Medusa

A 3D sketch of my version of Medusa. My story is she is a recently cursed beautiful maiden who was turned into a Gorgon. She is now coming to terms with this new change.

'Medusa' Angela Hadrill [crop]

This piece was created in response to an amazing talk “Women in Power” by Mary Beard in which, among other things, she discusses the origins of the medusa myth and its depictions in modern design.

You can listen to the talk here: https://youtu.be/VGDJIlUCjA0?t=33m23s

"There are many ancient variations on Medusa’s story. One famous version has her as a beautiful woman raped by Poseidon in a temple of Athena, who promptly transformed her, as punishment for the sacrilege, into a monstrous creature with a deadly capacity to turn to stone anyone who looked at her face. (...) This is the classic myth in which the dominance of the male is violently reasserted against the illegitimate power of the woman. And Western literature, culture and art have repeatedly returned to it in those terms. The bleeding head of Medusa is a familiar sight among our own modern masterpieces, often loaded with questions about the power of the artist to represent an object at which no one should look." Beard, 2017

Medusa is constantly being depicted as object rather than subject, as a decapitated head rather than a powerful woman. She is reduced, both literally and figuratively, to a faceless being that can't be looked at and that has had their agency stripped away from them.

The narrative should be changed. She wasn't alone, she had two equally strong sisters. Being transformed was not her curse, it was a representation of her strength. She wasn't a monster, she was powerful and it was that which was feared.

‘Medusa’ Angela Hadrill

This piece was created in response to an amazing talk “Women in Power” by Mary Beard in which, among other things, she discusses the origins of the medusa myth and its depictions in modern design.

You can listen to the talk here: https://youtu.be/VGDJIlUCjA0?t=33m23s

'Medusa' Angela Hadrill

This piece was created in response to an amazing talk “Women in Power” by Mary Beard in which, among other things, she discusses the origins of the medusa myth and its depictions in modern design.

You can listen to the talk here: https://youtu.be/VGDJIlUCjA0?t=33m23s

Came across an old piece that I never finished.  It had an all-out-epic battle going on, but I think I'll trim it down to three key players for now.  It's fun to revisit and refurbish old ideas.  :]

Still have a ways to go!

[close-up] - I was seriously cursing out loud as I was putting that poor guy in that situation.   He's pretty screwed.

But his brother(?) is screaming "Nuuuuuuuu!  Broooottthhherrr!"

But he has no legs. How does he hope to save him?  How did he even launch himself in the air?  Through brotherly love that's what.  True bro-mance.

Medusa was a priestess

Doing a lot of adopts over my holiday “break” from commissions, this girl is a gorgon based on BEL ball pythons. I had so much fun adding vitiligo for a clients character I just had to add a subtle touch of it to this girl, it’s such a gorgeous condition and it’s so fun to draw!

She will be up for sale at 60$ Via Paypal and the unwatermarked file will be delivered via email. First come first serve comment or message to claim!

CLOSED

more art ive done featuring about as much stylistic consistency as you can expect lol

GUESS WHO FINALLY UPDATED HER DEUCE GORGON FIC ON WATTPADDD!!!  🤭  🤭  🤭  🤭  🤭 

Hey!! Sorry if I’m bothering you and I know this is the second time I asked this but could you please do a deuce x fem!human! Reader ? Where deuce finds himself in our world and ends up meeting a human realizing humans aren’t as bad as he thought and ends up falling for her. An she has a rough home life.

Ice cream and Hot chocolate

A/n: Uh so I'm sorry this took so long since you sent this to me agggeeesss ago, but i was focusing on my book on wattpad so i hope you forgive me. This ones kinda long and I'm like not sure how good it is but i hope you enjoy anyways :). (P.s I wasnt sure what you meant by 'rough' home life so i kinda went with a mix of suggestions my friends gave me so- yeah... if you are going through something at home my dms are always open if you need to vent, i might not be able to give good responses but atleast you can get it out somewhere :)

POV: Y/n talks about her homelife with Deuce

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, brief mentions of cheating, mentions of abuse (brief), mention of divorce, Y/n is the eldest child, pRe-MaRiTaL hAnD-hOlDiNg (How scandalous), PrE-mArItAl KiSsInG (SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH), pRe-MaRiTaL bReAtHiNg (MY EYES, MY EYES :O)

Monsters are real. That is something Y/n L/n has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since she was a small child. Except monsters didn’t come in the shape of a pale creature with fangs or a woman with snakes for hair. No, monsters came in all shapes and sizes, almost always looking like your everyday human. The only thing that ever truly set them apart from regular humans was that monsters are cruel.

Monsters were cruel to everyone, even those they were supposed to care for and protect.

At least, that’s how she saw it.

Monsters are real. That is something Deuce Gorgon has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since the day he was born. He didn’t really have much of a choice, given he was one.  Except monsters weren’t always evil, cruel beings. No, monsters were merely, beings. Sometimes they could be cruel but most of the time, they were kind beings just living their lives- or deaths- and navigating through their freaky flaws.

Monsters were just ordinary beings.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

Until he found himself in the human world. Whilst he’d never truly felt at home in the monster world- being a gorgon and all- yet, at least he knew he belonged in the monster world, here? He didn’t belong among humans. Not one bit. Or at least he didn’t.

Not before he met Y/n.

She was a human, that’s true. But even without knowing he was a monster she had shown him nothing but kindness since the day they’d met. The girl didn’t trust easy, he knew that. She was naturally quiet, seldom speaking unless spoken to and even then, it was only ever a few words… except when she was with him.

The moment the two had met they were instantly drawn to each other like magnets, they were each other’s rock, neither of them truly belonged in the human world (despite Y/n being a human) and yet with each other, they were home.

The two of them had met on accident, he hadn’t intended to appear in the human world, hadn’t intended to walk into a random middle school, he didn’t mean to lie and say he was a new student so he could stay in the human world just until he could figure out where he was and how to return to his own world.

He'd never intended to enter the library and lock eyes with a pretty H/c ghoul, her nose in a book and yet the moment she saw him she lowered it, tilting her head in curiosity.

He’d never wanted to enter his new math class, only to find it was a shared class with the ghoul, never intended for the only spare seat to be in the back of the class, next to her. Never thought that the two would bond almost instantly. He didn’t mean for their schedules for the rest of the day to happen to collide (Sitting next to her in every one of those classes however was no mistake).

He never intended to walk down the right hallway at the right time to find the ghoul sobbing in a corner, he wasn’t thinking when he rushed over to comfort her. Didn’t have to think to pull the ghoul into his arms, gently rubbing her back as he asked her what had happened. He had acted on instinct as he listened to her talk about a group of ghouls in her class who had been teasing her, still acting on instinct when he gave her words of reassurance, ignoring the feelings deep down, telling him that she wasn’t telling him the full truth.

Those first interactions had been a complete accident, the work of the gods themselves. And he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

One accidental trip into the human world turned to two, two to four, four to eight and soon enough he found himself visiting the human world whenever he got the opportunity, just to see the pretty H/c ghoul who sat at the back of the class, each visit resulting in him falling more and more impossibly infatuated with her.

He had been 13 when they’d met, had been 14 when he’d finally realised his feelings for her, it took him half a year to finally confess to her, now the two were 15, sitting together on a rooftop in New Jersey, watching cars drive by as they held each other’s hand, chatting mindlessly.

“-And then you wanna know what she said?”

“What?” Deuce hummed.

Y/n paused.

“…I forgot.”

Deuce chuckled and gently removed his hand from hers, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“What?” She asked, looking at him.

He smiled softly, looking down at the human.

“Nothing, you’re just cute is all.” He hummed, gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

“Oh, so me forgetting stuff is cute now, is it?” Y/n snarked, smirking.

Deuce snorted. “You know what I meant.” He stated.

“Do I?”

“Do you?”

“I do.” She admitted quietly, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning her head against his side.

“Good.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

The two lovers sat there for a while, watching as the sun slowly set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange.

However, as a dark blue began to overtake the orange and pink Y/n suddenly straightened up, panic setting in as she saw the time on her watch.

“Crap!” She exclaimed “It’s getting late, I should be going.”

“Did you want me to walk you home?” Deuce offered, watching as the girl moved to gather her stuff.

“Uh- no, no it’s fine.” She stammered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“Are you sure? You seem stressed out.”

“I’m fine.” She stated, moving to climb down the roof, Deuce quickly following after.

“Y/n… What’s going on? Why are you so worried?” Deuce interrogated, gently grabbing her wrist.

“It’s nothing okay!” She snapped, pulling her arm away, before her eyes widened and she quickly softened “I-I just have to go… now.”

Deuce paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought of something before, he suddenly moved forward, interlinking their arms.

“Then I’ll join you.” He stated.

“Deuce- I said-”

“I know what you said Y/n, but I also worry about you so it’s either you tell me what’s going on, or I walk with you and figure it out myself.” Deuce interrupted.

“Fine.” She groaned “I hate you sometimes you know.” “You love me.” Deuce hummed “Now talk.”

She hesitated.

“My parents… they don’t really get on. They yell… a lot, pretty much all the time… sometimes it gets violent.” Y/n began her voice wavering “They yell about everything, money, us, cheating… my sisters and I have been hoping for years they’d get a divorce… it would be better for everyone that way.”

“Do they ever… do anything to you and your sisters?” Deuce asked quietly.

Y/n shook her head.

“Only when its really bad… and when they do I make sure that everything’s directed at me… Older sister things y’know?” Y/n said as the two walked down the dark street “I tend to make sure they don’t have to experience that.”

“You’re a good older sister.” Deuce murmured.

“I know.” Y/n hummed, glancing at the dark street names.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Deuce asked.

“Why would I? All it would do is worry you.” She stated.

“I could’ve helped, you could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling, I could’ve stayed over when it got bad.” Deuce said.

Y/n snorted.

“Ah yes wonderful idea, ‘Hey mother, father, here’s my boyfriend of six months that I’m not supposed to have, who has dyed his hair bright green which you definitely do not approve of, but it’s okay because he’s constantly wearing a beanie no matter the weather so you can’t even see it and don’t worry, he’s just here to interfere with our personal family business.’ Great idea Deuce, that’ll go down swimmingly.” Y/n spoke sarcastically before pausing “Sorry that was mean.”

“It was just a suggestion.” “I know, I know and it’s sweet you care, shows you love me but… this is family stuff, I shouldn’t drag you into it.” She spoke “It’s not fair on you.”

“Fine.” Deuce spoke “But just promise me, you’ll call me when things get bad, so I can help you, we’re in this together okay?”

“I promise.” Y/n smiled, glancing up at him before stopping in front of a house “Uh- this is me.” “You want me to walk you in?” He offered.

She shook her head, glancing at the house, sounds of yelling echoing out.

“I’ll be fine.” She murmured “I’m used to it by now.” Y/n moved towards the door, Deuce watching from the driveway, however just as she’d reached it, two little girls ran out in tears.

“How bad is it?” Was all Y/n asked, wrapping her arms around the girls.

“Really bad.” The taller of the girls mumbled into Y/ns waist. Y/n paused, glancing at Deuce. “How about we get some ice cream and hot chocolate… I’m sure there’s a place that’s open.” Y/n suggested.

The girls nodded and Y/n gently grabbed their hands, bringing them over to Deuce.

“Deuce, we’re going to get ice cream and hot chocolate, did you want to come?” Y/n offered.

“I thought this was ‘family stuff’.” Deuce smirked.

“I know but you’re paying so you have to come.” Y/n retorted.

“Oh, am I now?” “Yup!” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and rushed ahead, her sisters tailing behind.

Deuce shook his head before following after the human girl.

Bro Like- just write the smut it's not that hard. Your honestly making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.

DID YOU NOT READ MADDYS POST? AHH

but you know what? fine. If you really want it then sure ill fucking write it. Warnings: Idk just smut Ig

POV: Smut

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible

.Cut to Barry's room, where he's picking out what to wear.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Yeah, let's shake it up a little.

Barry uses honey from a dispenser to style his hair, rinse his mouth, and then applies it to his armpits.

Mom (Janet Benson)(calling from downstairs:) Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming! (phone rings) Oh, hang on a second. (adjusts his antennas into a headset) Hello?

Adam Flayman(on the phone) Barry?

Barry:Adam?

Adam:Can you believe this is happening?

Barry:I can't believe it. I'll pick you up.

 (hangs up, sharpens his stinger)

 Lookin' sharp.

 (flies downstairs)

Mom:Barry, why don't you use the stairs? Your father paid good money for those.

Barry:Sorry. I'm excited.

Dad (Martin Benson):Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. And a perfect report card, all B's.

Mom:Very proud. (touches Barry's hair)

Barry:Ma! I got a thing going here.

Mom:Ah, you got some lint on your fuzz.

Barry:Ow! That's me

!Dad:Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000

.Barry:Bye! (flies off)

Mom:Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

(Barry drives his car to pick up his classmate. Adam's outside his house, reading the Hive Today newspaper. The front page headline reads "FRISBEE HITS HIVE ! Internet Down. Bee: 'I heard sound, then Wham-o!'")

Anyways pls dont send anything else please and thank you :)

creepy anon leave this poor girl alone P L E A S E also if you want smut about a minor then go ahead and find some instead of bothering someone, and deep diving through the wattpad is just a whole new level

"wElL ThEy dId pReMsRiTaL HaNd hOlDInG sO SuRLeY thEyRe gOnNa fUcK RiGhT??" LIKE PLEASE

just- just gonna leave this here for the anon to read. Nothing to add except for: Dear anon, please read this.

In your fanfiction on wattpad the main character mentions sex to mercy, in your fanfiction 'secrets' the main character is hiding in Deuces dorm and they're trying to hide from the others, there are many other references in your fanfictions.

*Blinks* I- *Blinks again*

Uh idk if you passed 5th grade english or not but those are... *Leans in close* Uhm *Whispers* REFERENCES!

very different to explicit smut... do you want to know why? Because a lot of those things can be interpreted at will. The hiding thing, is literally just them keeping their relationship a secret, in other posts where their OH THE HUMANITY laying in bed together its literally just laying in bed. I do it platonically with my friends all the time. Literally the most explicit I've gone in any of my posts and possibly ever will go is making out, WITH CLOTHES ON unless we expressly hear somewhere in the series that he is 16-18 and even then, I'm not comfortable writing it because :o I'm a minor too! AHHHHHH

Also btw the part where Y/n mentions sex to Mercy is completely out of context so uh- Heres the full convo:

Mercy paused, thinking of a way she could possibly word this.

"Well- There's someone." She began slowly "Someone I really, really like- who means the world to me... someone who-"

"You love?" Y/n finished for her.

"Yeah." She admitted "And- I think they love me too."

"Well, that's nice, isn't it? You loving each other?" Y/n smiled.

"I suppose." Mercy spoke, not meeting Y/ns eye.

Y/n tilted her head.

"Is there an issue?" She asked in concern.

"Well, everything was good when we first met, right? Perfect even but then... some months ago they... they changed and- now they want me to do something I don't want to do." Mercy admitted.

Y/n glanced over at something on the other side of her, nodding slightly before turning back. "Alcohol?" She asked.

"Uh- no?" Mercy said.

Y/n did the same thing again. "Drugs?" "No." "Sex?" "No! What the fang is wrong with you?" Mercy gasped.

"I don't know, what is wrong with me?" Y/n spoke, glancing pointedly over at some invisible creature beside her before back at Mercy "But, Mercy... if you love each other can't you just... tell them you don't want to do it? If they truly love you, they'll listen and respect it."

"I tried; they wouldn't listen." She murmured. "Well... that's not love," Y/n said after a brief silence.

"Excuse me?"

"What you just described isn't love... at least not on their part." "What do you mean?" Mercy asked.

"Well- Love- True Love is unconditional, it has no prior requirements- with the occasional exceptions... part of those exceptions is respecting boundaries when they are set." Y/n spoke "By talking to this person and telling them how you feel... you set a boundary. If they refuse to respect that then they don't love you Mercy... not really."

Also in an earlier scene Deuce and Y/n share a bed. In another scene they kiss. Wouldnt those be more important then a mention of sex? Plus... My gods.... Y/N IS A SIREN WHO GREW UP ON AN ISLAND READING A SHIT TON OF BOOKS! OBVIOUSLY SHE'LL MENTION SEX DOESNT MEAN SHE PARTAKES IN IT.

Technically his age isnt stated in the series. Also you write smut for him anyways.

I- Okay but like we can assume from context that he is a minor since- well Clawdeen is 15- 16 and they are in the same class?

Also when tf did you get the impression i write smut at all? Let alone for a fucking minor?

so what if he's 15?

sO wHaT iF hE's FiFtEeN? Are you five years old? That is a legitimate question.

DEUCE IS A MINOR PEOPLE WTAF

also dear gods how tf did you respond to me so fast? How many times did you reload the page to see if i responded?

Deuce gorgon smut.

Uh- Miss gurl he is like 15.

I- Idk what to even say.

ITS OUT! READ HERE!

ENJOY

Fuck it I'm releasing the book now I'm too Impatient

For those of you who read my wattpad book expect a few notifications tomorrow because as a christmas present (atleast for southern hemisphere people) I'm uploading the rest of the book.

Hey could you please do a fem!human reader x deuce an them meeting? Like She was chasing around her baby cousin in a store, deuce for some reason was in the human world or something else is fine too

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON, sorry for the lack of oneshots as of late, I've just been busy with exams and more focused on my wattpad book. I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind or how good this is but oh well. Hope you enjoy!

Pov: Deuce meeting Human!reader in the shops when she's babysitting her cousin

“Get back here!” A voice rang out as a group of hooded people entered the store.

“Should we really all be going in here together? I feel like this may be suspicious.” Draculaura whispered.

“No, we’ll be fine,” Clawdeen reassured “Just… maybe we should split up to get the stuff we need.”

The group nodded, everyone splitting up, Deuce and Heath as one group and Clawdeen, Draculaura and Frankie as another.

“So, what exactly are we getting?” Heath asked Deuce, looking down the aisles.

“Human snacks or something.” Deuce shrugged; he’d already forgotten what had been hastily scribbled down on the paper Clawdeen had taken with them.

The two monsters walked through an aisle; Deuce however paused when he heard the same voice yell once again.

“Cockroach I swear if you don’t get back here right this minute, I’ll-”

The voice faded out as a child's giggle replaced it.

“Gotcha!” The voice exclaimed “Ow you little-”

A child rushed past Heath and Deuce, running through the aisle until a girl with H/c hair and s/c skin, appeared at the other side, blocking the child from running out of the aisle.

“Haha! Caught you!” The girl grinned, lifting the child up.

The child grumbled as the girl brought them back to their trolley, sitting them inside with their shopping, gently adjusting a scarf around the child’s neck and the jacket on the childs back.

Deuce hadn’t even realised he had been staring at the human until Heath nudged him.

“Dude, you’re staring,” Heath whispered.

“I am?” Deuce asked. “Yeah, and you still are.” Heath responded, “You know you could just be… less creepy and talk to her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… just try not to turn her to stone… or let her know you’re a, y’know, gorgon.” Heath whispered.

Deuce rolled his eyes before slowly making his way towards the girl.

“Okay Onyx, if I buy one of these for five dollars, and one of these for six dollars, how much will that cost me?” The girl asked the child, holding up two packets.

“Ten dollars!” The child exclaimed.

“Close, now add one.” She corrected.

“Eleven!”

“Yes! Good job.” She smiled, putting the packets into the trolley “And- if I hand the cashier a twenty dollar note how much change can I expect?” The child counted on their fingers.

“Nine!”

“Good job kid!” She grinned.

Just as the girl was about to move the trolley, Deuce tapped her on the shoulder.

“Uh- excuse me… miss?” He said.

She turned around.

“Oh! Hello! Did I drop something?” She asked, taking a quick glance at the trolley.

“Uh no-”

“Did you drop something?” She asked.

“No-”

“Did Onyx steal something of yours? Because I swear, I told them to stop… it’s just kind of in their nature.”

“No- uh- Onyx didn’t steal anything.” “Oh- is there some weird monster thing I should know about?” She asked.

“No- wait what?” “You’re a monster, aren’t you? I saw you walk in with the others.” She said simply, moving her trolley, Deuce quickly following behind.

“Yes, but how-”

“My cousin here is one too, half one but still a monster.” The girl shrugged.

“Oh.”

“So let me guess, the purple haired one is a half-wolf, the pink one is a vampire, the blueish one is a… mix of something, the guy you were with is uh- something related to fire, and you… judging by the hat, the small amount of hair I can see and the glasses… are a gorgon.” The girl stated, calmly continuing with her shopping.

“That is surprisingly accurate.” Deuce said in surprise.

“I know.”

“So, what about you?” Deuce asked.

“What about me?” She asked.

“What kind of monster are you? Siren? Nymph? Fairy?”

The girl gave a dry laugh.

“Uh I’m flattered but no, I am not a monster, I’m from the half of the family without monster blood.”

“Huh, really? Because I was going to guess goddess next.”

“Is this your way of flirting?” She asked.

“Depends. Is it working?”

“No. But that could change.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you flatter me enough, it might just start to work.” The girl smirked.

“Hm, well if you’re not a goddess, perhaps a demi-goddess.”

“Ha!” The girl laughed “You’re funny. Although as likely as it is, and as much I wish it were true, no, just an ordinary human.”

Deuce’s brows furrowed for a moment.

“Well then, Aphrodite must’ve been kind to you.”

“Why thank you.”

“So, what do you mean by ‘It’s likely you’re a demi-god’?” Deuce asked.

“Uh, never met my dad, mother died when I was little, grew up with Onyx’s mother, plenty of room there for godliness.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” The gorgon said.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m over it.” The girl shrugged “The only downside is now I’m stuck babysitting this little cockroach.”

Deuce smiled, watching the girl ruffle her cousin’s hair causing smoke to blow from their nose.

“So, you gonna tell me your name?” He asked.

“Not unless you give me yours.”

“I’m Deuce.”

“Y/n.” The girl smiled holding her hand out.

Deuce shook her hand.

When they pulled their hands away, Y/n opened her mouth to say something but was disrupted when Onyx started to whine.

“Y/nnn I’m hungry.” The child whined.

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling a chocolate bar out of her pocket.

“Y/nnn I’m bored.” The child whined; mouth full of chocolate.

“Here’s my phone now shut up cockroach.” Y/n hissed, shoving her phone into her cousin’s hands.

Deuce had to stifle a laugh at the interaction.

“Don’t you start.” She groaned before holding her palm out “Give me your phone.” Deuce complied, giving the girl his phone, she quickly typed something in it, before handing it back.

“I should be going, but uh- text me sometime.” She smiled before walking off.

He looked down at his phone with a soft smile at the contact name.

‘The best siren/nymph/fairy/goddess’

“Nice going dude.” Heath said, coming up behind him and looking at the gorgons phone.

Hey could you do a Deuce x human!reader and him meeting her and finding out humans aren’t as bad as he thought?

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON! This may not be the best but nyways, this was requested 2 times but with a kinda seperate plot point so I'm going to make another version of this. Sorry this ones super long lol.

POV: Deuce discovering humans aren't as bad as he thought

Humans are horrible, evil creatures. That is something that had been drilled into Deuce Gorgon's brain since the day he could talk. He was taught that humans were vicious, smelly, weak creatures who targeted defenceless monsters. The only thing protecting monsters from them was their smarts or lack thereof.

Y/n L/n had lived the vast majority of her life believing Monsters were fictional, fake creatures used to scare small children into listening to their parents. Creatures that only ever truly exist in the minds of children, keeping them up at night as they peer through the cracks of open closets, or hiding under their beds, waiting to strike, she was half right.

You may be wondering, how Deuce Gorgon had found himself in the human world, how these two beings could ever possibly meet, well- as with all things, it began with chaos.

Deuce and his best friend Heath strutted down the streets of a human city, heads down until they reached a busy Café, deciding this was the perfect place to terrorize humans.

Heath threw a ball of flame towards one of the café parasols, effectively turning it to ash. Deuce removed his beanie, allowing his snakes to be free.

They continued causing chaos like that, laughing cruelly as humans ran around in a panic, just as they were about to leave, however… Deuce saw someone.

A girl around his age, evidently unbothered by the chaos- or perhaps she simply hadn’t noticed it, cleaning a table, earphones in her ears. She looked as though she was the embodiment of Aphrodite herself, her appearance almost ethereal. Surely, she was some form of Siren, perhaps a demi-goddess… but why would she be working at a café in the human world if she were either of those things?

He considered walking over to her, making himself known but stopped himself, why should he? She was a human; they were evil and bad. But this girl was far too beautiful to be some ordinary human.

Just then he saw a small child, around the age of three running over to her in tears, gently pulling on her apron.

She turned around, removing her earphones to see the small child, she knelt down to their level, looking at them in concern.

“What’s the matter hon?” She asked gently, Deuce thought her voice was hypnotic.

The child, unable to speak from their sobs, showed her a badly burnt teddy bear.

“Oh dear! Poor thing, would you like me to fix it up for you?” She offered, slowly taking the bear in her hands.

The child nodded.

“Okay, I’ll fix it.” She smiled kindly.

“P-please be quick, Mr Bear protects me from the monsters.” The child sobbed.

“Hey, don’t worry, I won’t let any monsters harm you, okay kid? Just until Mr Bear is back in action.” She said softly.

“O-okay.” The child stammered.

She paused, glancing down at her apron pocket before slowly smiling. “Okay, now… close your eyes.” She whispered, the child quickly doing as told “I’m going to do a magic trick.”

She quickly shoved the burnt bear into her pocket, pulling out an almost exact replica of the bear, this one looking brand new.

“Okay… now, open them!” She exclaimed, holding the bear out.

The child gasped, practically snatching the bear from her, clutching it tightly to their chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child exclaimed engulfing the girl into a tight hug before rushing off.

The girl smiled at the child before turning back to the table to continue cleaning the table, before finally, very calmly, pouring water over the burning parasol, taking the charred remains over to a bin and throwing it in.

Deuce wondered whether she was used to this.

“Y’know it’s rude to stare right?” He heard the girl muse, her attention on cleaning a table.

He glanced around, realising that the only people on this once busy street were him, Heath (who was busy causing chaos across the road) and her.

She turned around to face him, one hand resting on her hip, giving him a pointed look.

“Nice hair, by the way, but uh- not sure if you heard but, Halloween was last week.” She said sarcastically, glaring.

“Oh- it’s not a-” He began, suddenly feeling remarkably nervous- what was she doing to him?

“Bup, bup, bup. I don’t care.” She hissed walking forward, crossing her arms “What I do care about is that you and your little friend keep coming to my place of work, dressed in costumes, setting shit on fire- causing me to lose pay so the company can pay for replacements- freaking people out, which nice touch on the mechanical hairs- very realistic- but you're making my job harder because I’m the one who has to clean up after your little ‘pranks’ so you better cut it out.”

At that, she moved to turn around before pausing.

“And by the way, sunglasses, really? Kinda makes you look like a douche- well more of a douche.”

He watched her walk away, contemplating whether or not to call out.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, glancing around to ensure Heath wasn’t looking.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh- I’m sorry… how can I- can I make it up to you?” He asked.

She stayed silent, crossing her arms and giving him a sceptical look, examining his body language before sighing.

“Look, I have my break in five minutes, I’ll probably have to spend it cleaning anyways, you really want to make it up to me, come help.” She said before adding “And uh- don’t bring your friend, I’d rather not talk to someone who by the looks of things has fewer brain cells than a sponge.”

Deuce gave her a slight smile and a nod.

And five minutes later he did exactly that, he helped the human girl clean up the mess he and Heath had made, getting to know her as they did so.

“So, uh- if you don’t mind me asking, what was that with the kid? Y’know the one you gave the bear to.” Deuce asked.

“Oh, uh- they’re my friend's younger sibling… an orphan, been looking after them when I can since my friend can’t anymore.” She spoke, looking down at the table she was cleaning.

“You mean your friend is-”

“Dead, yes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry… do they live with you?” He asked.

“No… they live in the city orphanage; I help out there when I can but when I’m 18 I’ll adopt them officially.”

Deuce stayed silent, looking at the girl who’d suddenly seemed to find a spot on the table more interesting than anything else.

“You, okay?” He asked cautiously.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m uh- I’m fine… just don’t really want to talk about this…” She said looking up at him “Uh- y’know I think you’ve helped enough; I forgive you and stuff; this is my job anyway so I’ll… I’ll finish cleaning it.”

“No- I wanna help.” He said quickly.

She gave him a soft smile.

“Thanks.” She smiled “Y’know, you’re a good person, perhaps I’ve judged you too harshly.” “Yeah… I’m uh really sorry about uh… the damage and stuff by the way… truly.” He spoke.

“It’s alright, I didn’t really care as much as I let on, I actually found it quite funny most times… whilst it was happening at least.” She grinned “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Deuce.” He said, grinning.

She looked at him for a moment before quickly pulling her notepad out of one of her pockets and writing something down.

“Here, uh- text me some time, you seem cool and I’d like to get to know you better.” She said, tearing the paper out of her notepad, folding it in half and handing it to him.

“Thanks, I uh- will.” He smiled, taking it.

“I’ve gotta get back to work now but uh- good meeting you… officially that is.”

She walked away, returning back into the café, Deuce remained standing there, staring at the phone number in his hands, a wide smile on his face.

Perhaps humans weren’t as bad as he thought.

Heyyyyy Could I maybe ask for a Deuce Gorgon x Reader (established relationship) where Deuce thinks Y/n is a human and tries to hide the fact he's a gorgon from her only to find out she is immune to his gaze thing, sorry if this is confusing

AHHH TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON, sorry this took so long, nyways hope you enjoy I tried my best :)

POV: Deuce x Human!Reader

‘I shouldn’t have fallen for a human.’ Deuce thought as he walked down the street, holding his girlfriend’s hand as she rambled excitedly about her day, he however, wasn’t listening, instead, he was zoned out, admiring her features through his blacked-out glasses.

“-And then Raven said- Deuce are you alright?” She asked in concern, stopping in her tracks.

“Huh? Oh, yeah sorry, I just got distracted.”

“Oh.” She hummed before continuing her rambling.

Deuce gave a smile as he watched her ramble, continuing their walk down the street, it slightly dropping as thoughts overcame him.

He knew it wasn’t right- he knew he shouldn’t be keeping this secret from her; knew he could be putting her in danger by not telling her about what he was but- how did he know she wouldn’t immediately break up with him once she discovered what he actually was? He had fallen too hard to risk that.

So instead, here he was, walking alongside his girlfriend, on a hot early summer day a beanie covering his hair, a scarf wrapped around his neck and his thick blacked-out glasses covering his eyes- all to protect his secret from both the world and his girlfriend.

“-I mean, I don’t really get the whole stigma around not wanting to follow in your parent's footsteps, like- I don’t want to be a carbon copy of my mother y’know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” He smiled, adjusting his glasses to ensure they didn’t fall off.

“Y’know, in our months of dating, you’ve never once removed your beanie or sunglasses, even indoors.” She mentioned causing him to stop in his tracks.

“Well- I uh- just-” He stammered trying to think of a reasonable excuse. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it's cute, but I mean- it’s getting to Summer now, surely the beanies making you overheat.” She rambled.

“Well-”

“I mean, I like thought about it for ages, I mean I was worried about you and stuff, then I figured it out.”

“Y-you did?” Deuce stammered, eyes widening as a panic rushed over him.

“Mhmm.” His brain was working a mile a minute; how could he get out of this? She had managed to figure out he was a gorgon! Does he just laugh it off? Apologise for not telling her?

“You’re insecure.” She said softly.

He froze, feeling her gently wrap her arms around him, and a wave of relief washed over him.

“What?”

“You’re insecure… I get it! Most people are.” She repeated.

“Right… yes, I am very insecure about my eyes and hair.” He said slowly.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay! I understand.” She spoke.

He gave her a soft smile, what had he done to deserve a girl like her?

He slowly wrapped his arms around the girl, giving her a light squeeze before pulling away as they returned to their walk, Y/n gently holding his hand.

However, as they walked, Deuce turned his head to say something to her, when a passerby bumped him, causing his glasses to fall off his face. Deuce quickly closed his eyes to avoid turning his girlfriend to stone. He knew however, he’d looked her in the eyes. Pained, he slowly opens his eyes, to find her- still breathing and made of flesh, gently pushing his glasses back over his eyes.

“There you go.” She smiled, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek before adding “You have very lovely eyes by the way.”

Deuce remained frozen in place as she walked ahead, remarkably confused.

hello again booteeful

i was wondering if you could do a part 2 to this part 2? well technically its a part 3

ok im confusing myself now XD DX

could you do another part to the Shapeshifter!Reader finally serving her detentions because deuce asked her to.

im in love with this and i feel like i might annoy you into making it a mini series???

AS ALWAYS NO RUSH/PREASSURE

LUV YA

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! This probably isnt the best and is kinda short but i tried. Some of the chars may be a bit out of character but oh well anyways- hope you enjoy! (Also if you want a mini series of this i will absolutely make one)

POV: Shapeshifter!reader complaining about her detentions

Part 3ish to this

Y/n sat in her dorm room, her head on her desk, groaning as her friend group entered the room, she was in.

“What’s up with her?” Draculaura asked Deuce who was sitting calmly on her bed.

“She got another detention for attacking Heath and swearing at Mr Komos.” Deuce explained.

“Mr Komos hates me!” Y/n groaned hitting her head against the desk as Deuce quickly moved his hand on the desk to stop her from doing so.

“Well, he wouldn’t if you’d stop getting in trouble.” Clawdeen reasoned.

“That is impossible.” Y/n hissed, her head now resting in Deuce's hand.

“It’s… really not.” Clawdeen stated.

“It is for me!” Y/n exclaimed, finally standing up to sit next to Deuce and bury her face in his shoulder.

“Y/n- Just stop breaking the rules and you know- mocking teachers.” Clawdeen instructed.

Y/n lifted her head off Deuce's shoulder to give the werewolf a deadpan look.

“See- see that is where you lose me.” She stated, “I mean- What’s the point of being able to shapeshift if I never use it to mock my teachers?”

“In her defence, we do encourage her.” Frankie pointed out.

“Well-”

“Clawdeen, don’t you dare act like you guys have never asked me to make fun of a teacher… or pretend to be a parent so you can get out of classes for a few days which- we go to a boarding school I don’t know how any of you thought that would work… Heath… or how it somehow manages to keep working even though we’ve done it like fifty times.”

“I mean- I guess that’s true.” Clawdeen gave in “But Y/n you can’t keep getting detentions.”

“I know but- where’s the fun in that?” Y/n said before pausing “And I’m about to get another one.” “How do you know that?” Deuce asked, glancing down at her.

“Mr Komos is coming.” She answered before adding “I’m technically skipping a detention.”

“Y/n!” Clawdeen scolded.

“How do you even know he’s coming?” Draculaura asked.

“I memorised his footsteps.” The shapeshifter responds, standing up to sit by her window.

“Y/n! Are you in here? You’re supposed to be in detention!” Mr Komos yelled, knocking on her door.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Did she run off again?” “No, I’ve decided to be mature and wait for you to call campus security on me this time.” She responded.

“What do you mean-” Mr Komos questioned, opening the door and seeing her by the window “Don’t you dare.”

“Bye guys, bye Deuce love you!” She exclaimed, waving and opening her window, jumping out of it.

Mr Komos rushed over to the window, peering downwards, Deuce doing the same, only to find her gone.

“How does she keep doing that?” Mr Komos groaned.

“She’s amazing.” Deuce smiled continuing to look out the window.

hello there you amazing hooman

could you do a part 2 of the Shapshifter!reader and the group watching Deuce play sport?

i loved it so much and somehow you know me/y/n is very chaotic. but in this part 2 its the next day and y/n FINALLY sat through her whole detention because Deuce asked her too. then they are all hanging out in the common room area and heath is teasing y/n for only doing detention for Deuce.

Part 2 to this

THANKS SM FOR THE REQUEST! So like warning: Heath is kinda an ass because I wasn't sure how exactly to write it nyways hope you enjoy!

POV: Shapeshifter!Reader finally serving her detentions because deuce asked her to.

The gang- minus Y/n- sat in the common room, chatting amongst themselves.

“So, uh- where’s Y/n?” Clawdeen asked, glancing around the common room.

“Oh, she’s uh- in detention.” Deuce shrugged glancing down at his phone.

“Wait- What? Why? She hates detention.” Draculaura questioned.

“Yeah- she would never willingly do a detention if she could get out of it.” Clawdeen added.

“It’s true, she once tried to fake a drowning to get Headmistress Bloodgood to feel pity for her and remove her detention- that landed her extra detentions.” Frankie pointed out.

“Oh- well, I asked her to.” Deuce shrugged.

“Why?” Heath asked.

“So, she doesn’t get another one, she’s racked up about seventeen already,” Deuce said, looking down at his phone as it vibrated.

“How?” Draculaura asked.

“By skipping them,” Deuce said.

“Detentions should’ve ended an hour ago though, why isn’t she here yet?” Frankie asked.

As if summoned, a very exhausted-looking Y/n walked through the common room door.

“I just did- seventeen hours’ worth of detentions.” She gasped, wiping soot off of her cheek.

“Are you okay?” Draculaura asked.

“No! They made me do hard labour!” She exclaimed, moving to sit between Heath and Deuce, moving to lay her head on his lap “Did you know this school has a dragon? Cause I didn’t, not even like just a student, an actual fire breathing dragon and I had to bloody take care of it!”

Deuce moved his hands to play with her very messy hair as she ranted about how making students do hard labour should be illegal.

“I hate you for making me do that.” She hissed, crossing her arms.

“Would you rather get more detentions?” He asked.

“Yes, I would simply just… not serve them.” She said, “I only did it because you asked me to.”

“Aww, would you do anything because Deuce asked?” Heath teased.

“Heath, I am not too tired to extinguish you.” She threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Heath said.             

“Believe me, I would.” She hissed.

“But Deuce wouldn’t like that.” “Heath stop talking.” Deuce said as Y/n slowly sat up.

“That’s it.” She hissed, turning herself into a lion.

Heath screamed, running out of the common room, Y/n chasing after him.

“Miss L/n! No trying to murder your classmates!” Mr Komos yelled.

“Ugh! Fuck off!” She yelled.

“Do you want another detention?” “Sure, you can’t make me take it!”