#Here There Be Monsters
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#cinemamind#horror#body horror#digital painting#monster#artists on tumblr#mothman#trepang2#conceptural art#illustrations#gore#blood#here there be monsters
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Have you played HERE, THERE, BE MONSTERS !
by Wendi Yu @wendiyu
here, there, be monsters! is a rules-lite response to monster-hunting media from the monsters' point of view. It's both a love letter and a middle finger to stuff like Hellboy (and the BPRD), the SCP Foundation, the Men in Black, the World of Darkness games and the Urban Fantasy genre in general.
It is an explicitly queer, antifascist and anti-capitalist game about the monstrous and the weird, in any flavor you want, not as something to be feared, but to be cherished and protected.
Play as a diverse crew of monstrous, anomalous or just generally odd beings, fighting against those who would use, abuse or even annihilate you. reate and populate your own supernatural underworld, abnormal gang and extra-dimensional haven. Hunt monster hunters! Punch nazi occultists! Eat the rich! Protect each other! Fight back! Here, there, be monsters!
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Krampusnacht? More Like Krampus-Rocked
For @steddiemicrofic December's prompt: pine.
508 Words || Explicit || Tag it Monsterfucker Steve, BDSM, Spanking
It was December, and there was a monster in Steve's bedroom.
Not a demogorgon, not a demoanything.
Something else. Something with cloven hooves and horns. Something that smirked with sharp teeth when Steve relaxed enough to talk, to—shit—to flirt.
He—Eddie apparently—hadn't come for Steve. He'd intended to visit Steve's parents, but some wires had gotten crossed in the magical lines of the universe. So Eddie didn't know Steve's parents had been gone for years, that at that point, Steve was basically acting as caretaker for their future retirement home.
"Is that pine?" Steve asked, staring at the long, wispy rod in Eddie's clawed hand.
"Birch." Eddie thwacked it gently into his opposite palm and then smirked. "Would you like to feel it?"
Something about the look in Eddie's eyes and his low tone of voice went right to Steve's cock. It was fucked up, wasn't it? To start flirting with an intruder, especially when that intruder was…
"Like, hold it?" Steve asked, voice weak as he stared at the apex of Eddie's furry thighs, at the thin scrap of rags he wore there and the obvious tent beneath.
"Or…" Eddie licked his teeth and offered an outstretched hand. "Other things."
Like snow, Steve found himself gently falling, bending over the side of his bed. Eddie's claws skimmed his hips as he worked Steve's shorts down.
The first blow was gentle, just enough to feel the impact. More surprise than pain. The second stung a little, like a sunburn just on the edge of a tan.
The third though—that one had Steve moaning, grinding his cock into the side of his mattress.
"Fuck," Eddie said, voice reverent. "Look at you. Dying for it already."
"Guessing this isn't how these things usually go," Steve panted, hips still circling, canting.
"Never even once. Another?"
"Please."
Eddie hit him again. All told, they got in six poetic licks before Steve needed more. Eddie let him peel the rags off, a thick pink-brown cock hiding underneath, pre-come beading at the tip.
Starving for it, Steve dragged his tongue through the deep slit, palming himself at the low growl it pulled out of Eddie.
"That's enough," Eddie said.
"What?"
"Oh I want you to, don't get me wrong. But I want to fuck it into your pert little ass even more."
Steve's exhale stuttered out of his throat. "Okay."
It was its own kind of torture, Eddie eating him out and fingering him until he could actually fit inside. It was worth it for the stretch of fullness, for the way each thrust hit true.
It was worth it, too, for Eddie's claws raking his skin. For each slap on already-tender flesh as they groaned like two animals instead of one.
They finished seconds apart, Eddie filling him with so much come that it overflowed, dripping off his balls.
After, they lay panting side-by-side, fingers intertwined.
"That was…" Steve turned his head. "You could come back, you know… if… if you…?"
Eddie smiled, teeth sharp and shiny. "Sweet Stevie baby, I'll move in tomorrow."
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Okay so I've been keeping an eye on my most recently read TTRPGs, this has been a thread going on twitter, but as I move over here, I wanna start it up here, I guess this will be a tag! #BasiliskReadsTTRPGs
Würm • Primal Quest • Cypher • #iHunt • OpenLegend • Sundown • Here, there, be monsters • Perilous • Nahual • Orun • Roots & Flowers • Mouse Guard
#BasiliskReadsTTRPGs#Mine#Würm#Primal Quest#Cypher#iHunt#OpenLegend#Sundown#Here there be monsters#perilous ttrpg#nahual#orun#roots and flowers#mouse guard#ttrpg#indie ttrpg#indie ttrpg game
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Palestinian Children's Relief Charity Bundle
This bundle is an incredible deal for a great cause. 5E content? Solo games? Group games? Games to be played in a single session, multisession games- it really has everything!
I purchased the bundle today and am slowly making my way through the games on offer. Here's a showcase of some of the highlights so far:
GUN & SLINGER
Delicious and evocative! Compelling backstory, so many mysteries to solve, and also there are ghosts??? Sign me up! If you can find just two other people, you have enough to play this game. You just need the Maestro (GM), a Gun, and a Slinger!
Here, There, Be Monsters
This game combines monsters, queer themes, and a deep loathing for capitalism. I am a queer monster sympathizer who suffers under capitalism, so this is right up my alley.
There are almost 100 different kinds of monsters to choose from- including gorgons, vampires, fey and goblins in a beekeeper suit!
I Want Your Bite
Look, I'm a vampire fan. I own it. I've spent lunch breaks discussing the nuances of Nocturne's Olrox with a friend. What We Do in the Shadows is one of my favourite films of all time. Baz from the Carry On trilogy makes me cry (poor boyo!!!) It shouldn't come as a surprise then that as soon as I got this bundle, I went through looking for games with vampires in them.
I Want Your Bite is The Bachelor, if the titular bachelor was a vampire. It looks like an incredible amount of fun. It also has the best way to determine who fills a role that I've ever seen.
You can find these games and so many more in the PCRF Tiltify Bundle!
#charity bundle#indie ttrpg#here there be monsters#I want your bite#gun & slinger#pcrf bundle#palestinian children's relief fund
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Heyo hope you’re having a wonderful weekend!! I was just wondering if you would be able to share some hc’s of how Wind discovered the others weren’t normal humans in your monster au? (Not sure if you’ve answered this already or not so sorry if you have!) no pressure! I love this au!! 💜
I have made a post about this before, but you inspired me to do a little bit of writing for this AU again! Sorry it took so long to answer your ask
The first section is set a few weeks after Wind met Time. (He was given a concussion and nearly mugged, but Time saved him and carried him home.)
(Read on AO3 here)
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"I didn't expect to see you here, Wind."
Wind turned to look at the person addressing him, expecting to find one of his grandma's friends or someone like that. He mentally prepared himself for the ordeal of having to sit through someone making small talk and trying to pinch his cheeks. He silently cursed himself for choosing to sit in a cafe after school instead of going straight home. (He just couldn’t help himself. The Red Lion Cafe had the best coffee in town.)
Instead of his grandma’s friends, he found the familiar figure of the God who had saved him two weeks ago. Time, Granny had said his name was.
"Uhhh," Wind said, trying to calm his racing heart. It wasn't often you were directly addressed by a God, after all. "Hi?"
Time's lips twitched as if he were hiding a smile. "I'm glad to see you again. I was worried about you after the other night. No lasting problems, I assume?"
"Uh, no." Wind agreed. "The doctor said the concussion wasn't that bad."
The "doctor" had actually been Granny, who’d scanned him using some medical runes. (The kind she still wouldn't allow Wind to study, saying they were too advanced for him.) She’d said he'd be fine. He didn't need to tell Time that though. Better to let the man think he'd gone to an actual medical professional.
"That's good." Time gave him a satisfied look before he turned and gestured behind him. For the first time, Wind noticed a kid hovering nearby, who’d been partially hidden behind the bulk of Time’s frame.
They had cropped blond hair that almost reached their shoulders and gray eyes that were startlingly intelligent. They wore a multicolored oversized hoodie and a pair of black tights, and their hair was pushed out of their face with a green headband.
"This is Four.” Time introduced. ”They and their grandfather live in my- They're my tenants." Wind picked up on Time's swift self-correction, wondering what that was about. Four and their grandfather live in Time's- What?
What would make a God correct himself? Wind tucked that question into the back of his head, and refocused on Four. They smiled at Wind and offered a soft wave in his direction. "Nice to meet you. I've heard only good things."
Wind snorted. "You mean you've heard how I got a concussion from a pair of muggers in an alleyway." Four shrugged, not denying it.
Wind took a moment to let his senses explore the magic hanging in the air around him. As a Psychic, he was able to sense and manipulate the universe’s natural magic. And that meant that Wind was able to see people’s natural auras. No matter what kind of magic someone used to hide their form, a Psychic was always able to see through it by sensing their true self.
Pointedly not looking in Time’s direction, as they didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the God’s strong aura, Wind carefully inspected Four’s aura.
Four’s aura made the taste of smoke fill Wind's mouth, and they fought down the automatic cough in response to the flavor. If they hadn’t already known Four wasn’t Hylian, that would have confirmed it. Every Psychic that was old enough to sense auras was taught how to recognize shapeshifting and glamor magic. The smoke was a dead giveaway. Four was using some sort of shapeshifting magic to hide their true form.
Underneath the smoke, Four’s aura was smaller, somehow, than a regular Hyian’s. Not less powerful- no, quite the opposite- but it seemed to take up less room than a Hylian aura would. Streaks of red, blue, green, and purple magic danced behind Wind’s eyelids when he blinked at Four.
Wind… had no idea what they were. It was obvious they were not Hylian. (Not that Wind had expected them to be, considering they were hanging around a God.) But he had no clue what they could be otherwise. He’d never seen a magical signature like Four’s before.
Yeah... okay. Wind mentally shrugged. It wasn't like he had any room to talk. He wasn't being honest about the fact that he wasn’t Hylian, either.
Wind blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "Well, It's nice to meet you anyways, Four! Do you go to Castle Town High School? That's where I go."
Four flushed a bit, looking slightly embarrassed. "Ah," they said, not meeting Wind's eyes. "I actually did online school. I graduated early and took an apprenticeship at the local blacksmiths."
As the two talked to each other, Time- who seemed pleased that the two were getting to know each other- wandered away toward the counter to order himself a drink. Four took the opportunity to pull out the chair on the other side of the small table WInd was sitting at.
"Are you still working on that, then? Are you apprenticed at Rohan’s Forge?" Wind didn't know very much about Rohan, the old Goron who ran the local forge. But he did know that Rohan was a strict teacher who very rarely took on apprentices.
Four looked even more embarrassed, his ears flicking as he wouldn’t meet Wind’s eyes. "Um, I already finished my apprenticeship."
Wind's jaw dropped. He would almost say it was unbelievable, to get a mastery in a craft before you’re twenty. But Wind had no idea how old Four truly was, so he couldn't say it was out of the question.
Four’s aura was similar to a sixteen year old Hylian’s in terms of maturity, but Wind doubted Four was actually sixteen. They were probably the equivalent age for their species, but that could be hundreds of years old. Chances were they’d been alive for far longer than Wind. Ample time to get a mastery in the craft of their choosing.
Wind also noted that Four had carefully avoided saying where they’d been apprenticed.
Oh, well, he could play along. "Really? That's so cool! You must be really good at smithing then, to get a mastery so young!"
Wind left the cafe that day with Four's number in his contacts, and a promise to text each other later. Wind didn't even care if Time had orchestrated the meeting or not. Four seemed like a chill dude, even if Wind didn't know what kind of creature they were.
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Wind had become a bit of a regular at the Red Lion cafe since the day Time had introduced him to Four. The two of them had made it a habit of hanging out there after Wind got out of school, and they met up almost weekly.
It looked like Wind got to the cafe first today, which was a bit unusual. Four was almost always the first one here. He got his coffee and claimed their usual table, a little one tucked away into the corner. Settling in to wait, Wind pulled out his physics homework. He sighed.
Wind hated physics. There was too much math involved for what was supposed to be a science class.
After a while- long enough that he was starting to worry Four wasn’t going to show up at all- Wind was shaken out of his concentration by a commotion up the cafe’s counter. Pulling his eyes away from the problem he was trying to solve, Wind took a glance at the yelling.
There was a man leaning over the counter and shouting at the barista, his face beet red with anger.
Wind frowned. He knew that barista. Not by name, but she was often the one who took Wind’s order, and she’d never been anything but polite. Wind doubted she’d actually done anything wrong to deserve the man’s anger.
It seemed Wind was right, as he listened for a few more moments. The man was only angry because the barista had given him an iced coffee, and not a hot one. That was it. Hardly something to be yelling about. The girl could just make him another drink, but instead of asking, the man had decided a simple mistake was worth throwing a tantrum over.
Wind frowned, considering if he should say something. No one else was doing anything, and the barista looked like she was about to cry. But what could Wind really do? The man probably wouldn’t take him seriously.
Wind was still considering what to do when the man suddenly fell flat on his back. Wind blinked. The man had been steady on his feet only a moment ago. Why had he fallen?
Wind carefully scrutinized the scene, and he was probably the only one who noticed that the iced coffee the man had been holding was floating midair. It hovered for a split second, before moving slightly to the left and falling right on top of the man’s head.
Hmmm. Something was off here.
Wind tilted his head and reached out his senses towards where the man had fallen. His suspicions were confirmed. Definitely magical interference.
The ghostly form of a teenager was hovering over the man and laughing openly at him. The boy hadn’t been there before, when Wind had been looking with just his eyes, so he was definitely magical. (If the fact that he was floating and see-through hadn’t tipped Wind off.)
The boy was floating over the flabbergasted man who was still splayed on the floor and covered in coffee. His long hair obscured his face, although Wind saw the hint of scars crawling up his neck.
This wasn’t a ghost, although he looked like one. Ghosts didn’t laugh. They didn’t pay any attention to Hylians. And they definitely couldn’t interact with the physical world.
This was a Poltergeist, a sentient spirit who lived off chaos.
Should Wind leave? He wasn’t very experienced with Poltergeists. He’d read a little bit about them, sure, but there weren’t very many of them in the city, so he’d never seen one before.
At this point, he doubted Four was going to show up, and if the poltergeist noticed Wind could see him, he might be in trouble. He started to quietly shove his homework in his backpack.
And then-
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
“Four!” Wind exclaimed happily, spinning around to see the other teen standing behind him. “I thought you weren’t going to show up.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Four said sheepishly. “One of my friends wanted to come, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.”
“That’s fine,” Wind said, a little confused. “I don't mind meeting your friends.”
Four sighed slightly, taking a seat. “Yeah, but Wild can be a little, uh, Wild. He can be overwhelming to meet.”
Wind snorted. “It sounds like he’s named well, then.”
Four nodded. “He is.”
“I am!” A new voice cheerfully agreed. Wind looked up, and had to suppress his startled flinch at seeing the Poltergeist standing there, now in a corporal form with his feet firmly on the ground. “Sorry, I was in the bathroom.” Wild continued and pulled over a chair from an unused table to take a seat next to Four.
Wind knew for a fact Wild hadn’t been in the bathroom. Wild had been harassing the rude customer, making him trip at least three times on his way out of the cafe, and utterly humiliating him. (Wind could still hear someone nearby muttering about how the man must have been drunk.)
Well. Wind always knew that Four would have weird friends. And it’s not like Wild’s actions had been harmful, per say, so…
“Hello, Wild, It’s nice to meet you!”
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Hyrule laughed easily. Wind figured this out soon after he met them.
The first time Wind heard Hyrule laugh, he hadn’t even known them for ten minutes. Wild, who’d been the one to introduce Hyrule to them, had done something stupid and slightly chaotic- as was typical for the Poltergeist- and Hyurle had laughed at him.
Their laugh sounded like sweet chiming bells. And not in the metaphorical way, where people describe someone’s laugh as “sounding like a bell” as a way to say their laugh was pretty.
Hyrule’s laugh was literally the sound of overlapping ringing bells. Wind wasn’t the least surprised when he took a peak at Hyrule’s aura and saw the familiar sight of delicate Fae magic.
Wind had never spoken to a Fae before, but plenty of them lived in the Lost Woods. He’d seen them out of the corner of his eye while he was playing in the woods as a kid, and he’d sensed their magic. It was a little strange, he thought, that Hyrule didn’t seem to mind being in the city. Most Fae preferred nature.
Smiling, Wind lets his own giggles join Hyrule’s.
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Werewolves were one of the creatures that Wind could actually identify based on their magical signature. He’d seen plenty of them around the city before, and his Granny had been sure to point them out to him. The local Werewolf packs were always easy to spot when they were out and about.
Wind had identified Twilight based on his aura alone, but he hadn’t really needed to see Twilight’s magic to know what he was. Everything about the man and his actions screamed “Dog.”
Not to mention, the marks on Twilight's forehead that signaled his worship of the moon goddess. That was a bit of a dead giveaway.
(There was also that time Twilight had started chewing on the bone of cucco drumstick after he’d already picked all the meat off it. But by then, Wind was already aware that Twilight was a Werewolf, so didn’t draw attention to what the man was doing.)
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A bell jingled merrily somewhere deep in the shop when Wind pushed open the door to Ravio’s Curio Shop for All Occasions. An unfamiliar voice rang out from the back of the store in response to the chime. “I’ll be out in just a moment! Feel free to look around!”
Wind shuffled awkwardly in place. He hadn’t come here to shop. He'd come to find Legend, since she’d promised to help Wind with his history project.
Legend had mentioned before that she’d gotten a degree in art history at some point, while carefully not telling Wind exactly when she’d gotten said degree. When Wind had gotten the assignment to make a presentation about a Renaissance artist, he’d practically begged Legend to help him. The project was due on Monday, and since it was Saturday, he didn’t have a lot of time to finish it. Wind hoped she hadn’t forgotten.
As he waited, Wind did as the voice instructed and took a look around the store. The inside of the shop was jam-packed with cluttered shelves. The one nearest to him was filled with assorted jewelry, and another was filled with an odd assortment of keys, old coins, and other small metal trinkets. Yet another shelving unit was stuffed full of books. The ancient tomes overflowed haphazardly onto the floor next to the shelf, piled in stacks that were almost taller than Wind.
The whole shop was like that, packed full of bits and bobs in only a semi-organized way.
A pleasant musty smell that reminded Wind of old secondhand bookstores filled his nose, and the wooden floor creaked under his feet as he cautiously moved into the shop to wait at the front desk. Despite the age of the building, the interior was well taken care of, clean, and dust free. It was obvious the shopkeepers took pride in their store.
Not that Wind expected anything less than that from Legend and Ravio, her business partner that Wind had yet to meet. The only thing that looked slightly out of place was a bird cage set behind the counter with a white and blue bird sitting within it, head tucked under its wind and apparently asleep.
Legend didn’t seem like the kind of person who would keep a bird in their shop. But maybe the bird was Ravio’s?
After a few moments of waiting, someone pushed aside the heavy velvet curtain that separated the back of the store from the shop floor, and came hustling out.
The person wore a long purple dress that came down to their ankles, with a belt cinched around their waist. A blue and purple striped scarf was wrapped around their neck and tossed over their shoulder, and a pair of green rupees had been transformed into earrings that dangled from the person’s long ears.
Their eyes were a bright unnatural green that matched the shade of the rupees that made up their earrings. If Wind didn’t know any better, he would assume the person was wearing contacts. It was just like Legend’s pastel pink eyes, Wind mused.
It was unnatural. At least for a Hylian.
The person laid eyes on Wind, and he could see them immediately light up at the sight of a customer. “Hello!” They chirped, “My name is Ravio, and welcome to my shop!”
Steamrolling onwards and apparently not in the least bit concerned that Wind hadn’t had the time to say anything, Ravio turned their attention towards a lamp that sat on a nearby table. It was an ugly thing, with a marbled neon green and pink pattern, and a yellow lampshade.
“Why don’t you buy this lovely lamp?” Ravio asked. “It’s a bit old-fashioned, but it would be a conversation starter. I’m sure it would look lovely in your living room! Only a small price of ninety nine rupees!”
Ravio’s voice had turned soft and lyrical, and Wind couldn't help but think Ravio was right. The lamp was a bit old-fashioned, but maybe Granny would like it? The green and pink pattern would go nicely with the decoration in the main sitting room of the house….
Wind blinked, and abruptly all those thoughts immediately faded away as if they’d never been there. In retrospect, they seemed ridiculous. There was no way the pink would go with their home decor, and Granny would be so mad at Wind if he spent all his allowance on an ugly lamp.
Ravio’s voice… It had put those thoughts in his head somehow. It was magic, obviously, but what kind?
WInd knew of only one creature that held that sort of power in their voice.
Sirens.
Wind stared blankly at the Siren for a moment.
Granny had told him about them before. Weren’t Sirens supposed to live in the sea? Wind had thought so, but here one was, standing and breathing on land.
And Ravio must be a Siren. He didn’t know of any other magical creature that could be so convincing with their voice alone. He’d have to check the library when he got home and see if they owned any books about Sirens.
Wind reached out his magical senses towards Ravio, reaching out along the natural magic of the universe until he reached Ravio’s aura. Immediately, familiarity struck him. The aura had a dreamy ephemeral quality to it that could lull Wind to sleep if he let it. Despite a few key differences- the kind you would see between individuals- it felt exactly like Legend’s aura.
So that’s what kind of creature Legend was.
Legend’s attachment to wearing his choker everywhere made sense now, Wind thought. He must be trying to hide his gills.
Wind ended up staring at Ravio longer than he intended to as he took in the feeling of the Siren’s aura. It was enough that Ravio’s grin became a touch uncertain. “Uh, kid?” When Wind still didn’t say anything, Ravio sighed and muttered. “Oh well, I guess that lamp’s a bit of a lost cause. Can’t even make anyone buy it…”
Ravio quickly recovered, his voice returning to its happy tone. “We have other objects if you don’t care for lamps! Over here we have some vintage locks. Most of them don’t have their keys, but-”
“Um, no thanks.” Wind interrupted. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but Ravio was the one being rude in the first place, using his Siren song on another magical creature. Wind didn’t know a lot about sirens, but even he knew that wasn’t polite.
Not that Ravio had any way to know Wind was magical, but still. It was the principle.
Ravio blinked at Wind with wide eyes. It took a moment for the Siren to register that Wind wasn’t affected in the slightest by his song. When they did, they squeaked. “O-oh! Sorry, sir, I didn't realize, uh...” As they stuttered, the shopkeeper turned redder and redder, flushing all the way up to the tips of their ears
When Ravio looked like they were going to run away and hide in the back of the store, Wind took pity on them. He wasn’t offended by Ravio using their song on Wind, so there wasn’t any need to make a big deal out of it.
“It’s fine.” He shrugged. “I was actually looking for Legend?”
“Oh!” Ravio relaxed when Wind dismissed their mistake, a sliver of confidence returning to them. When they realized what Wind was saying their eyes widened. “Oh, you’re that kid she was talking about! She didn’t mention that you were…” Ravio trailed off, not knowing what magical creature Wind actually was. “Magical.” He finished lamely.
Wind shrugged, not bothering to tell Ravio that he was a psychic. “Legend doesn’t know.”
“But you know he’s a siren?” Ravio questioned.
Wind suppressed a snort. If he hadn’t already figured it out, Ravio would’ve just given the game away. Not that there was a game, really. At least not one that his friends knew they were playing. “Not until about two minutes ago.”
Neither one of them seemed to know what else to say. Ravio was grimacing at Wind, and Wind was sure he was making a similar face back at them.
“Let’s never speak of this to anyone.”
“Agreed. Legend is out right now, but she’ll be back soon. You can come and wait in the back for her, though.”
And just like that, the incident was mostly forgotten.
#here there be monsters#mint's fanfiction#linked universe#lu wind#lu time#lu four#lu hyrule#lu legend#lu ravio#lu twilight#lu wild#lu fanfiction#fluff#humor#i think#monster au
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Excerpt of Chapter 1: Ad Terminum
Here's a snippet of the first chapter of "The Hedgerow House" to whet your appetite with; Y/N POV writing:
Satisfied with what you did manage to scalp off your worn tennis shoes, you took a look around for an indicator of where the festival was going to be; vaguely, you recalled someone in the cafe where you’d heard about the sign up saying it was up in the old campgrounds, deep in the woods where the town’s lights wouldn’t interrupt the ambiance, but where that actually was you had no idea. “Summer camp” wasn’t really your thing growing up, even if it was technically just a four day weekend behind the library. Too many kids from school you didn’t feel like being in close quarters with, uninterrupted, for days at a time.
Taking a guess you weren't up far enough, you pointed your toes uphill and began to march, pondering the other details of the event you remembered from the cafe poster. Any other year, you might have passed up on the endeavor simply because the effort wasn’t worth it, but upon seeing the theme that had been voted on, you felt a glimmer of true excitement. For the first time in five years, they’d passed on the milquetoast ‘harvest’ and ‘pumpkin patch’ themes and dove back to the true root of Eerie Fest: actually being scary.
This year, they picked The Hedgerow House.
More of an urban legend than a scary story, there was hardly a teen or college freshman in the county who didn’t know about that macabre place–it was the main reason the campground had been so sought after this year. There was an old multi-story lodge on the property that was being decorated to resemble the forbidden building of legend, with the decor and spooksters–the nickname for the costumed actors–being assigned a role as one of the denizens of the house itself. Supposedly, the goings-on of The Hedgerow House were the stuff of nightmares that only the most versed and prolific of horror fans would appreciate, from missing persons to mutilations, cult activity, inhuman creatures and enthusiastic cannibalism; each telling of the house was a bit different yet all claimed to be true. They couldn’t possibly water down this theme! Your excitement for a truly awful, memorable, unsettling Eerie Fest experience was all you wanted. To participate in something you actually cared about.
You were already called a monster by enough people in town, it only made sense to finally cash in on that title.
A rapid beeping struck your ear out of the blue, startling you from your thoughts. What was that? Reaching for your earbuds, you felt a bitter hand of worry grip your neck. One of them was gone! How? When?! Turning to look down the path, the worry grew into a near panic. How in the world could you find your lost headphone in this mess!?
You had to try, or that incessant beeping would continue as the paired headset tried to sync up again and again, fruitlessly. Muttering swears at your own misfortune, you trudged back to approximately where you cleaned your shoes, finding the mud scrapes relatively easily. The beeping stopped as you did, meaning the damn thing was hiding out somewhere nearby; it was bright white, so it should stand out pretty well against the dirt and leaves–right?
Even if it did, that didn’t spare you the time it took to rifle through the masses of plant matter, feeling the wet odor of decaying plant life cling to your sleeves and seep under your nails. Three–five–ten minutes later, it finally turned up, somehow nestled safely under the very root you’d used to clean your shoes. For a moment, you swore it hadn’t been there before, but you were too relieved to find it to question whether your eyes were playing tricks or if the forest had mischievous critters hiding around every bush that enjoyed your misery. Cleaning it off, you put it back in your ear–cold! Ugh.
You rose from the ground, losing hope you’d get to sign up on time at all at this rate.
The ground shifted.
Sopping leaves skid over each other, taking your foot with them with a crunch as gravel and twigs gave way. Your knee burned, taking the brunt of the slide you unwillingly found yourself having. Everything went pear-shaped as you landed with a whump on your back at the foot of the hill, staring up at the gray autumn sky between the treetops. Taking a slow breath, a guttural curse wound its way out of your throat.
“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”
Carefully, you sat up, wincing; the pain was mild, mostly just bumps and a wicked rug burn thanks to your jeans greeting the hillside with too much enthusiasm, but your pride hurt the most. How in blue blazes did you manage to fall down the damn hill so easily?!Coming outside was a mistake, you decided, peeling your wet backside off the leafy ground with all the grace of a newborn horse. Home was sounding better and better by the minute, but as you peered up at the way you came, you found this side to be the rear of the hill–and that it was overgrown with tall grass wherever the hillside itself hadn’t crumbled away into muddy shelves between gnarled roots. There was no way to climb back up without a ridiculous amount of struggle, enough so that you briefly contemplated just going to the campground anyway to spare yourself the hassle of walking around to flatter ground.
#creative writing#horror comedy#y/n#monster x y/n#for the freaks#urban legends#halloween#spooky season#macabre#here there be monsters#gore#found family#bizarre polyamory#the monster fuckery comes later
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Here There be Monsters: Creature Basic Intros (Part 2)
Sigil
Fae, he/they.
His species stands out among all other Creatures— and Sigil both lives up to the outstanding Fae reputation and defies the norm. He doesn't seem to have any deep attachment to his kind, so it's all too easy to forget that he's something far beyond human.
Easygoing to a fault, Sigil is a strange combination of serene, ethereal grace and empty-headed carelessness. Very little can catch him off guard or wipe the gentle smile off his pretty face, though his go-with-the-flow nature often comes across as aloof. However, no matter how gentle and pleasant he appears, an apathetic, superficial cruelty lurks underneath it all.
5'9. Eerily beautiful, with fine features, a serene, gentle smile, and a slender, graceful build. Fair skin, light silver eyes, and pale gold hair, falling past his waist, that shimmers faintly with a rainbow of hues. Handsome in an almost androgynous way, with beauty that leaves many humans captivated beyond speech.
Jericoh
Fae, he/him.
Though Fae usually have little interest in human matters, Jerichoh has an unusual penchant for "making use" of the mortal world. He's spent quite a while involved with organized crime, using his supernatural abilities to treat the humans around him like pawns.
Arrogant, vindictive, self-important, and more than a little power-hungry, he finds no disgrace in unfair tactics and dirty tricks. Materialistic tendencies are his ultimate undoing— though he refuses to admit that he's not as untouchable as he claims. Acting like the rest of the world is beneath him, he'll shamelessly use and abuse anyone who might benefit his interests.
6'0. Tall and carries himself proudly. Broad-shouldered, lean-yet-powerful build. Sharp, handsome features, light brown skin, bright gold eyes, and a charming, wicked smirk. Short, dark brown hair usually worn slicked back and out of his face, and often sports a small mustache goatee, or at least some stubble.
Olympia
Fae, she/her.
An outstandingly important figure among her species, with the sheer presence to match. The exact system of authority that the Fae follow remains a mystery to humans, but there's yet to be one observed who doesn't willingly defer to Olympia's orders.
Both intimidatingly dignified and perpetually jovial, humans never quite know what to do around Olympia. Her charisma and larger-than-life personality hide a brilliant mind and a methodical nature; she's a schemer at heart, though her plans seem to be more about drama and entertainment than malice. There are very few people who can keep up with her, and she's well aware of that.
6'2. Imposing, statuesque build, deep, rich brown skin, and a face that appears strikingly beautiful to whoever sees it. Pale lilac eyes, and ivory-hued hair that reaches to her hips, most often worn in a complex updo styled with pearls, pins, and flowers. Wears extravagant clothing and near-excessive jewelry.
Seraph
Djinn, any pronouns.
Because of a "lit" core that can relight itself endlessly, Seraph is functionally immortal. Their physical form is fluid like smoke, and the incorporeal nature of her existence means that he lacks the proper, mortal concept of passing time and physical decay.
Curious in all the worst ways, Seraph finds endless fun in flustering, irritating, and provoking everyone around them. She's infuriatingly emotionally intelligent, with a quick wit and an obnoxious skill for improv. At the same time that he's happily apathetic toward the world, their true personality and abilities go well beyond the playful pervert persona most often seen.
5'7. Physical form shifts at will, and can present as "male" or "female" (or something else) depending on their mood. Light brown skin, orchid purple eyes, and blazingly vivid, red-orange hair that's chin-length and falling over one side of their face. Most often surrounded by hazy trails of fragrant, multi-colored smoke.
Hyakku
Dodomeki, she/her.
A naturally passive Creature whose many eyes grant her superhuman awareness of her surroundings. Though she's useful for information-gathering and surveillance, her species has a long history of being distrusted by humans and seen as greedy.
Hyakku's personality is dull and unassuming at best. Rarely speaking or interacting with others, she silently observes the world around her, follows orders, and little more. She's prone to self-hatred and isolating behavior, but she's also nowhere near as apathetic as she wants people to think— her existence feels so hopeless that she'd rather not look like a fool by aiming too high.
5'4. Slim, unassuming build usually hidden by heavy clothes. Light skin, dark eyes, and pleasant, yet rather plain, features. Dull, straight black hair that falls to her waist, usually pulled back in a neat ponytail with a few loose strands framing her face. Her body is covered in dozens of inhuman eyes, kept closed to hide them.
Julchen
Centaur, she/her.
Her species has a poor reputation among humans— and she's determined to prove it wrong. However, her short temper, emotional nature, and "improper" morals make that a bit difficult. Prideful, she dislikes being associated with other Creatures.
Strict, organized, and controlling, with an anxious personality and a mind that moves too fast for her own good. Though Julchen is great at keeping people in line, stress easily makes her short-tempered and pushy. She's stronger than she realizes, but her emotional control is poor. More than anything else, she hates when people look down on her or assume the wrong things.
5'10. Narrow, lanky, sharp-angled build with toned, lean strength. Plain, nervous-looking features, with pinched brows and a frequent, anxious frown. Short, yellowish-brown hair kept in a messy, somewhat choppy style, amber eyes, and light, tanned skin. Stronger than she looks, and keeps good posture.
Kin
Nekomata, she/they/it.
Though she publicly claims to be a Bakeneko, in reality, she's the more long-lived, powerful, and scheming Nekomata. A natural chaos-causer, Kin has far more tricks up her sleeve than anyone likes. She's not malicious, but her crafty nature shines through.
Most of the time, Kin comes across as a peppy, energetic person with a love of fun and excitement. She's enthusiastic, playful, and social, but her idea of a good time often comes across as mean-spirited and deceitful. Underneath her cheerful smile, she has a predator's instincts— however, she's every bit as content to play the part of a "house pet" when it means easier living.
5'5. Curvy, slightly plump build with round cheeks, wide eyes, and a somehow petite stature. Shoulder-length, slightly messy white hair streaked with a mixture of gold and bright red. Wide, yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and a beaming grin. White cat ears (in place of human ones), and a matching long, gold-striped tail.
Lobos
Black Dog, he/they.
A guardian by nature, Lobos is a Creature manifested from the warped spirit of a dog that met an unfortunate end. The sight of him strikes fear in humans, electrical currents shift around his presence, and his movements are as silent as fog.
Though he's the definition of a gentle giant on the inside, Lobos comes across as downright terrifying. His intense gaze, taciturn demeanor, and overprotective tendencies make him come across as a threat, but in reality, he's somewhere between socially awkward and poor at expressing himself. He's fond of children, struggles with crowds, and fiercely loyal to a select few.
6'11. Massive, stocky, muscular build that's every bit as powerful as it looks. Shaggy black hair, upper back-length, pulled into a loose, barely contained ponytail in the back while the front fluffs out. Dark brown eyes, prominent fangs, and rugged features. Claw-like nails, thick body hair, and a low, growling voice.
#Here There Be Monsters#Sigil#Jericoh#Olympia#Seraph#Hyakku#Something#Julchen#Kin#Lobos#Character Info
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Here there be monsters
Monster like me,
be easy.
I have neither fangs not claws,
but I saw it in you.
That same darkness,
creeping up out the eyes.
Do not let it offend
when they call you monster, too.
But, please, remember,
where there is darkness,
light is just behind.
Something they never teach.
And even monsters can dream
of softer futures
and gentler times,
no matter how far out of reach.
So when they come,
in their armour
(and they will come)
think of me.
I will not call you monster,
I will not cut you down.
Here you are safe.
Here you are free.
For if we are monsters,
Let us be monsters together.
In their time, in this place,
you and me.
#here there be monsters#poem#my poem#poetry#my poetry#monster poem#monsters#monster#dark poetry#childhood trauma
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hung for a sheep as a lamb (hung for a unicorn as a horse)
Title: hung for a sheep as a lamb (hung for a unicorn as a horse)
Pairing: Temporarily!Unicorn!Aziraphale x Temporarily!Unicorn!Crowley
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,505
Warnings: Smut, fully shifted sex, inhuman genitalia, breeding, impregnation, implied past dub-con
Summary:
Heaven wants to use unicorns in the Great War. They're a bit late for that, of course–and not happy about it. They tell Aziraphale to bring the unicorns back, or be punished. Well, turns out you can't just create unicorns from mortal creatures, or bless mortal creatures into producing unicorns.
It's a good thing then that, to an angel and a demon, shape is merely a suggestion.
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Kink Bingo Card: (@anyfandomkinkbingo)
free space - impregnation
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Tall Ships & Sea Monsters
January has already been a busy month for me, both personally and creatively. Kari-Lise and I rushed off to New York City to celebrate her birthday and attend one of the final showings of Sleep No More. (More on that in a coming Trip Report.) I’ve put down a few thousand words on my latest manuscript, plus I’ve also shifted away from my standard brush sets to focus on a new section in my…
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#decorative assets#hacker news#here there be monsters#johannes baptista vrients#Sea Monsters#tall ships#fantasy maps#fantasy#map making#monsters#bellin's navy
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Wait wait wait wait wait wait -
Okay -
Robin who disguises herself as a man to join a pirate crew.
Nancy who is a siren trying to lure men to their deaths except... oh. Oh.
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🌈☔️ for the TTRPG ask!
Hello! Thank you for the ask (from this ask game)!
I'm not sure how to interpret ☔️ for our store, so I'm going to take the opportunity to answer 🌈 twice!
🌈 Share your favourite class/playbook from one of your games (name the game, or let me choose).
First I'd love to talk about here, there, be monsters! written by Wendi Yu and published by @soulmuppet. It's a game about being monsters and fighting back against those who would hunt you.
here, there, be monsters! has 100 different backgrounds to choose from, from all kinds of folklore and culture and genre, and all of them are very good.
But my favorite is absolutely Sapient Fungus.
Fungus is weird! and it's absolutely delightful to me to play as a big collection of the stuff figuring out what it means to be a person and punching fascists along the way. Also, it features the classic "you cannot kill me in a way that matters" line, which is really fun to me. Extremely good game.
Next up, Thursday by Eli Seitz. Thursday is a game about time loops, drama, and learning from your mistakes. There are only four playbooks in it, but each one perfectly emulates a piece of the time loop genre. My favorite is the trendsetter.
Thursday runs on the Belonging Outside Belonging system, which is GM-less and diceless, using a token system to manage complications and tension. The strong moves in each playbook cost a token to preform, while weak moves gain you a token when you choose to do them, and regular moves are things your character can always do.
With that in mind, I really enjoy the trendsetters move list. "Ask someone else, 'What do you regret?'" is just a really fantastic move to have in a time loop game, a genre that is all about the things that haunt your characters. Combined with all the other bits of the playbook, the move list gives a really clear idea of what kind of person the trendsetter is while still leaving plenty of room for you to make them your own.
Both of these games can be found on IPR's website, links below!
https://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/here-there-be-monsters-Print-PDF.html
https://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/Thursday-Print-PDF.html
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Hi Mint! Just read through your Here There Be Monsters series (I love Wind so much!!! Adorable baby with a ghost problem), and was wondering if you had anything to share about Sky! All I know about him thus far is that he's a demon, has assignments, and scares ghosts!
I've seen your comments on all the htbm fics, and I really appreciate them 💕💕
Sure, I can give you some info on Sky!
Full Name: Sky Crim of Skyloft
Species: Demon
Physical/Mental Age: Early Twenties
Actual Age: 2-3 thousand years old
Gender/Pronouns: Demi-Boy (He/Him)
Sexuality: Queer
Physical Appearance Notes: He looks pretty much like he does in LU canon. He’s a very sweet looking guy. Nothing physically menacing about him at all until you see him in action, and then you’re like… oh, this teddy bear is deadly
Family/Friends:
Sun: sun is the heir to Skyloft, this AU’s version of the afterlife. (Hylians do not know that it exists, but Creatures do.) Sky and Sun are so sappy about each other. They aren't officially together, because as she’s the heir, courting her would be a big deal. Sky wouldn't have a problem getting Sun’s parents’ approval, but Sky wants to prove himself first before he presents his offer to court Sun.
Groose: Fellow Reaper and room mate. They work together sometimes, and are friends. Groose knows Sun though Sky. (Personally, that is. He already knew her as the Heir to the throne.)
Crimson/Aeopn: Aepon is the name of Sky’s weapon. Demons have deep bonds with the weapons they use. They’re said to become partially sentient after a while of being used by a demon. He affectionately calls it Crimson, because the hilt of the blade is red and as a play on his last name. The blade is silver, and one edge of the blade is golden. (Not actual gold and silver because those metals are too weak for weapons, it’s just colored that way)
Schooling: He had a basic education, but decided to enter the royal guard instead of pursuing higher education. If he did go to college, it would probably be for a fine arts degree in either sculpture or music
Job: Sky works for the royal family (Indirectly.) He joined the royal guard at quite a young age, but advanced through the ranks quickly, and was chosen for a special program. He works as a reaper. His job is to travel to the Realm of the Living and retrieve Hylian souls that haven't crossed through the doors of death and that are causing problems. (Basically, his job is to hunt down stray ghosts. That’s why they instinctively fear him. Most of the time, when he isn;t on the clock, he just ignores them.)
Residency: He lives in the barracks when he’s in Skyloft. When he’s on duty, he shares an apartment in Castle Town with Groose, a fellow reaper, which is paid for by his job. He usually stays there, although he does come visit Time’s house pretty often if he’s looking for a quieter place to rest after a mission.
Other:
He’s a big fan of music! Both listening to it and playing. He likes to compose his own songs sometimes, and has made an embarrassing amount of love ballads about Sun
He duets with Time sometimes, him on his harp, Time on whatever instrument he’s feeling that day
He hasn’t met Wind’s Granny yet, but he would get along well with her. She approves of him already from what Wind has told her about him. She likes that Wind has a demon around that can help if ghosts start to become a problem.
He spends about 70% of his time in the mortal realm. He doesn’t have a lot of friends in the barracks back in Skyloft, so he really only visits for Sun.
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some sketches from a d&d campaign im in rn! There’s something about a full sketchbook spread that make monkey brain go oo oo
#art#drawing#dnd 5e#harengon#something wicked this way comes#here there be monsters#eyes#sketch#I’ve been working this concept for at least a week#our dm went hard for this campaign#so much fun#drynnki art
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I wonder who this lovely young man is...?
#horror comedy#monster x y/n#creative writing#misfits#the hedgerow house#gore#here there be monsters#THH ion#THH#the craving#sisyphus
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