Other Creatures Writing Prompts

All mirrors in the world suddenly stop showing reflections. After a few days of worldwide panic, they slowly begin to reveal something else.

Your mom never really liked any of your girlfriends but she never told you why. The day before your wedding, your bride to be confesses to being a shapeshifter that was every girlfriend you ever had.

You run a bar for all kinds of supernatural creatures. You're pretty sure this latest Patron is a regular human though. But given that they just beat a Crimson Were-Dragon in a drinking contest without breaking a sweat? This is up for debate.

The Wendigo had stalked the lost human for hours, waiting for night to fall before killing its prey. But when it was ready to strike, it hesitated. The humans head had snapped in the creatures direction, walking and staring, in complete darkness. Their eyes never moving from the Wendigo’s…

You’re a non-Human hiding among Humans. One of them has been covering your tracks, but gives plausible alibis and acts as though they are unaware of your true nature. You confront them.

You don't know what happened, but one day people started being oddly impressed by your hunting skills, you would take down a regular animal, and they would act like you did something special, nobody else wants to enter the forest, but there are nothing there to fear. They refuse to eat the meat

There's a 10PM curfew in your city. Past that time is when members of the magical community come out: Wizards, monsters, fae, etc. It's not a strictly enforced curfew, more like an advised time for regular humans to not be out.

You are a fay, but were raised human and have no idea of your true nature. You simply believed people were naturally honest about their deals with you - until a ridiculous 'joke' deal opens your eyes to the fact something's wrong.

Your girlfriend is a were-god. That is, every full moon she transforms into an eldritch horror of unimaginable power. So far, you are the only one that has stuck around.

You put a horrifying curse on your own name. You are immune to the curse's ill effects. The fey who thought they tricked you into giving them your name is not.

His female best friend gives him a special Pocket pussy that is vaguely shaped like a woman. When he trys it out, he is amazed how real it feels. What he does not know, is that its functioning like a voodoo doll of her. And she did not know how often he would use it, or that he is that hung!

An immortal keeps a list of all his descendants, dropping in and visiting them whenever possible.

People on the autism spectrum are resistant to completely immune to eldritch knowledge's sanity degradation effect due to their brains being "properly attuned" to recieve and process it.

"It took me a long time to get your father to propose, I dropped hint after hint. As humans like him say 'if it was a snake it would have bitten him'...so one day I bit him. And that's how we got engaged."

When someone training to be a lust mage turns 18 It's traditional for them to spend 24 hours in the 'tentacle room' to help ingratiate them to their new profession.

You are an entity that feeds off all negative emotions, and so you did the only logical thing; you got a job at a call centre.

You encountered an eldritch being as a kid, but instead of being creeped out, you gave them food. Since then, they have followed you everywhere, never leaving your side, and they also eat all your food.

You're a cryptid obsessed with human media about you. You've collected all the merch, watched the movies, played the games, read the books, and constantly browse your subreddit. It inspires you, feeling a role in humanity. One day, urban explorers stumble into your hideout and find your stuff.

You were once told by a famous prophet that you would die a violent death the next time you cut your hair. Too many years later, death finds you confused on how you are still alive, then glances down at your very long, curly hair.

Everyone knows the rumors about that hallway: Girls walking by the locker suddenly vanishing, then returning later in a disheveled uniform, cum dripping down their leg, and a fucked silly grin (and supposedly some sightings of tentacles). Seeing as no one else will, you decide to investigate it.

The monster under your bed has been waiting all this time for you to hit legal age. Midnight rolls around and well... Happy Eighteenth Birthday!

You are cursed. Once a month, your vision flashes red, and you must tag the person you are currently looking at within 24 hours, or all humanity ends. One day, while watching a video about the President, your vision flashes red.

When every someone sexually fantasizes about you your mind is pulled into their mindscape, causing you to experience whatever their greatest sexual fantasy is. One day, in a stroke of stupidity, you post a nude picture online, just to see what would happen.

The demon queen made a cute little voodoo doll of the legendary hero. Not to torture him, but to send him her adoring love and tease his body from the comfort of her castle.

A man keeps failing to resist the charms of other women...but his girlfriend is actually a shapeshifter and she LOVES tricking him into cheating on her.

You were captured by a witch and cursed so that tentacles, invisible and intangible to everyone but you, are constantly swarming you 'playing' with you. The worst part is you can't tell anyone about them and you're forced to go about your normal life to the best of your ability...

Do you orgasm every time you hear a trigger word? Do your breasts grow every time you sneeze? Does anyone who looks you in the eyes get desperately horny and try to fuck you? If so, Cumunback's home for the sexually cursed is the place for you.

A monster collects sex toys with no clue of their use.

A witch had cursed her with a body so blessed, men could not resist and fucked her on sight without thought. At first getting fucked 24/7 was terrifying. Now she casually goes to the store full of cum, gets gangbanged to sleep, and is known as the cursed freeuse slut around town.

When you grow up, you eventually stop worrying about the monster under your bed. However, when you grew up, the monster under your bed started worrying about you. You masturbate SO MUCH. You really need to get laid.