Jump to content
Stray Fawn Community

BirbMonster

NicheMobileTester
  • Posts

    7,102
  • Joined

  • Last visited

  • Days Won

    114

Everything posted by BirbMonster

  1. :0 I love how drastically the way I draw Tweedles changed from her old ref
  2. Relationships (friends and romances) can be hybrids too at equal odds
  3. The odds for hybrids are currently 1 in 80. Way higher than the actual monster world (In my headcanon lore/oc universe, there's like 4/5 hybrids in existance out of hundreds of thousands of monsters)
  4. (Sky was obtained before I made the odds low. This is the first full odds one. Might still make them rarer if too many hybrids pop up) Basic Information Your monster is a Mammott-Fluoress hybrid named Icebound. Icebound uses she/her pronouns. She lives on Earth Island, and likes it there. Icebound is old, at 55 years old. Her hatchday is April 22. Icebound is currently unemployed. Personality Icebound usually acts competitive, nervous, and dignified. She enjoys board games in her free time. Icebound's favourite food is donuts. Her favourite holiday is Life-formula. Appearence Icebound cares a a little bit about her appearence. Icebound has some extra spots. Icebound doesn't wear any accesorries . Icebound is smaller than an average member of her species. Relationships Both of Icebound's parents are alive and well. Icebound has 2 older siblings . Icebound doesn't have any romantic intrests. She is asexual. Icebound has no friends. Icebound does not have any pets . Backstory Prompt: idea, change, heartfelt Other Icebound needs to stop doing "that" one thing.
  5. Guess what just got added Basic Information Your monster is a Sooza-Roarick hybrid named Sky. Sky uses he/they pronouns. He lives on Light Island, and loves it there. Sky is an adult, at 20 years old. His hatchday is September 7. Sky works as a baker . Personality Sky usually acts clever, dedicated, and impulsive. He enjoys drawing in his free time. Sky's favourite food is soup. Their favourite holiday is Eggs-Travaganza. Appearence Sky cares a lot about his appearence. Sky has very complex markings. Sky wears a hat. Sky is around average-sized Relationships Both of Sky's parents are alive and well. Sky has 1 younger siblings . Sky is in a relationship with a Screemu, named Spladder (she/they/he) Sky has a friend, who is a Mushaboom called Puffball. Puffball uses he/him pronouns. Puffball secretly has a crush on Sky. Sky does not have any pets . Backstory Prompt: heartfelt, wonderful Other Sky "exists" Good luck actually rolling one
  6. Hermit huffed, spread out along the ground. The only sound was the rhythmic tap of his thin tail each time it hit the ground and his own hoarse breaths. He looked up at one of the walls of his bunker, the one covered in scratches. Each one represented a day trapped here, and there were far too many to count. They were even beginning to unevenly spread across the ceiling and floor, winding out onto other walls between his strange collections. Had gazed thoughtfully at his hands, unrecognisable from his years trapped in the Human World. His scales were rougher and dirtier, streaked through with the deep scars of constant fighting for his life. He let out a deep, lonesome sigh, slowly rising to his rough, dusty feet, boredly running his cut-covered claws along the dusty walls of his bunker. Hermit slithered out of the small hole in the wall that led to the outside world, pushing through the dense bushes that hid his hideout from the humansd. The Strombonin stared at his reflection in a puddle, formed from recently fallen rain, looking at the scars across his eyes and muzzle, and his cracked horn and armour plates. Then he glanced back up at the stars and the shimmering full moon, breathing in cool nighttime air. He remembered his days living on cold island- the snow beneath his feet all year long, his family surrounding him, the Werdos that he admired visiting every few weeks. What was it that they sang? Look at the stars in the big black ink.... Tell me what you feel and tell me what you think... Is it cold outside? Is it cold out...? He paused, trailing one foot-claw through the puddle, sending gentle ripples dancing across it's sleek surface. He felt lonely. And bored. And it was, indeed, cold outside. Hermit perked up as he heard a rustle in the bushes. Humans? His faint thoughts whispered to him. He dashed silently across the moist grasses, diving swiftly into his bunker and nearly slamming into the wall as he skilfully skidded across the ground, grabbing one of the weapons in his collection of human stuff. He held the gun tightly in shaking hands, peering out of the bushes in a stealthy crouch. An owl hooted in the distance. The human-world critter flapped off at the sight of him. He waited with his gun lifted and one claw on the trigger for what seemed like forever, silencing his breathing. Then he heard a louder rustle and saw a shape move. With a loud bang, he winced and pulled the trigger, hoping he hadn't hit an innocent critter. But instead, the bullet whisked at breakneck speed just over the feathers of... a Tweedle. The stranger yelped as she was almost hit, falling back as a loudly screaming Dandidoo followed her. "HEY! YOU! STOP WAVING THAT CRAZY THING AT MY SISTER BEFORE I GIVE YOU ANY MORE SCARS!" He gasped as a blast of sudden wind knocked him over and vines grew around his feet. He'd never seen someone actually use Collosingum magic, but that was not the thing to mention right now. "Wait! Stop!" He shouted hoarsely, his voice damaged from years of little speech. "I haven't seen other monsters in forever!" "Gwen!" The Tweedle shouted at the same time, pulling the intimidating Dandidoo away. "Be nice!" "Yes! Now let me go!" The vines released Hermit's legs, allowing him to jump to his feet. "Thank Galvana you're here! I've been alone for so long!" "Not to be rude, but how long?" The Tweedle asked politely. She was brightly coloured, with feathers so long and thick they were tied back in braids. A necklace of wooden rainbow beads hung around her neck, clicking each time she took a step. "I don't know for sure," he responded with a slight stutter, his head down. "But... it was the thirteenth of September, in the year 11985 when I came," My birthday, he thought with a frown. "Must've been... five years or so?" "I don't think so, sir. You see..." The Dandidoo (who seemed to be named Gwen) interrupted. "It's the first of September, 12000," Hermit felt like someone had just torn a hole through his chest. That was far longer than he'd expected. I missed the new millennium. I'm in my 30s. How... Am I still alive...? "Sir..." The Tweedle whispered calmly, placing a wing on his shoulder to comfort him. "Deep breaths. Are you ok?" Hermit just stayed silent. After all these years he didn't realise he'd forgotten how to communicate. "Come in," he said, awkwardly leading the newly-met monsters into his bunker. His mind was a tornado of thoughts and emotions, of excitement, confusion, worry. He curled up on a beanbag in the corner, staring nervously as the two sat on the carpet in front. I never expected visitors. "Uhhh... I'm Hermit," "I'm Pandora, and this is my sister, Gwen," the Tweedle responded. For the first time he noticed that Gwen had a crack running along her beak. He didn't even wince. He'd seen much worse wounds on himself. The silence was broken suddenly by Gwen. "So. Are we going to be trapped here for... that long?" Hermit sighed. Was he doing it too much? Was he being normal right now? "I've seen portals, but I can't leave without my Strombone. I'm convinced it's alive. I saw the humans taking it somewhere. But it's too dangerous," "So you've been moping around here for this long?!" Gwen shouted, her painted talons scraping the ground. "And not even trying?" "Gwen!" Pandora yelped, turning to her sister. "Do you need help, sir?" Hermit just nodded in silence. "Here's a deal," Gwen snapped. "We help you find that Strombone of yours, and you help us ALL GET THE HECK HOME," Hermit perked up in excitement. He'd get his Strombone back. He'd go back to Cold Island... back home. And see Harebell again. He nodded and awkwardly shook Gwen's talon.
  7. rock emoji
  8. All bases used are by netherite (formerly known as clay)! https://wingsoffire.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:Randommushroom/All_of_the_Clay_bases! Here's the first one- a Traiboros
  9. "Such a wild range of eldritch horrors it's hard to choose who to take home!"
  10. goofies Basic Information Your monster is a Jellbilly named Cnidari. Cnidari uses she/they/he pronouns. She lives on Ethereal Island, and loves it there. Cnidari is a teenager, at 13 years old. Her hatchday is June 15. Cnidari is still a student. Some monsters call her "Chewy" because of an inside joke. Personality Cnidari usually acts aloof, dignified, and witty. She enjoys scrapbooking in their free time. Cnidari's favourite food is pizza. His favourite holiday is Eggs-Travaganza. Appearence Cnidari cares a a little bit about their appearence. Cnidari has darker colours. Cnidari wears a hood and a large storage pouch. Cnidari is far smaller than an average member of their species. Relationships Cnidari has one missing parent, who died a while ago Cnidari is an only child. Cnidari is in a relationship with a Frondley, named Areckal (he/him) Cnidari has 2 friends. The first is a Cranchee called Mesony. Mesony uses he/him pronouns. Mesony plans to betray Cnidari. Their second friend is a Thrumble called Nobu. Nobu uses she/her pronouns. Nobu always teases Cnidari. Cnidari does not have any pets . Backstory Prompt: truth, weird, idea Other Cnidari has been to other dimensions. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Basic Information Your monster is a Thrumble named Serpent. Serpent uses he/him pronouns. He lives on Bone Island, and likes it there. Serpent is a teenager, at 16 years old. His hatchday is March 11. Serpent is still a student. Some monsters call him "Rizzhaver" because of an inside joke. Personality Serpent usually acts apathetic, innovative, and dignified. He enjoys board games in his free time. Serpent's favourite food is noodles. His favourite holiday is Spooktacle. Appearence Serpent cares a lot about his appearence. Serpent has some extra spots. Serpent wears a scarf. Serpent is around average-sized Relationships Serpent has one dead parent, who died a while ago Serpent is an only child. Serpent is in a relationship with a Furcorn, named Ocarina (she/her) Serpent has no friends. Serpent owns a bunny as a pet. Backstory Prompt: change, friends, thief, heartfelt Other Serpent likes to look at the stars in the big black ink. _________________________________________________________________________ Basic Information Your monster is a Incisaur named Enamyl. Enamyl uses he/they pronouns. They lives on Amber Island, and loves it there. Enamyl is a child, at 11 years old. His hatchday is May 25. Enamyl is still a student. Personality Enamyl usually acts alert, dedicated, and big-headed. They enjoys board games in their free time. Enamyl's favourite food is salad. His favourite holiday is Mindboggle. Appearence Enamyl doesn't care about his appearence. Enamyl has some extra stripes. Enamyl doesn't wear any accesorries . Enamyl is around average-sized Relationships Both of Enamyl's parents are alive and well. Enamyl has 1 older siblings and 2 younger siblings. Enamyl is too young to date anyone. Enamyl has a friend, who is a Thwok called Rythm. Rythm uses he/they pronouns. Rythm plans to betray Enamyl. Enamyl owns a fish as a pet. Backstory Prompt: collisingum, secret Other Enamyl is *REDACTED* Enamyl is an absolute chad.
  11. LITERALLY WHY ARE ALL THE EGGS ON PYSHCIC ISLAND SO SHADED AND RENDERED? THEY LOOK LIKE DOF!
  12. You never drew anything you stayed up until past midnight just to say good morning on a discord server
  13. Considering her heritage she shouldn't exist but I love her
  14. I just fought angainst a Bengon as a Minawii and the Bengon just said "Damn you win" so I let them live
  15. "But that's just a theory... A WHITE THEORY!"
  16. Bweed them, feed them, wisten towo them sing! cweate an iswand fuwuww owof singing mowonstews, then watch yowouwuw sowong evowowve as yowouwu bweed and uwupgwade them. Design and buwuiwd uwuniquwue decowowatiowons towo make yowouwuw wowowwd wowoowok juwust the way yowouwu want. Yowouwu'ww wowove expwowowing the wowondewfuwuw fantasy owof the mowonstew wowowwd!
×
×
  • Create New...