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Last week's smut feature was Oni Fighter! Some pre-match cooldown for his beloved owner. Full version on Patreon :)

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Detective Reader: So, I found a tracking device under my car.

Himbo Officer: Oh my God! It’s probably the government, or the Illuminati. I told you the construction sign we passed by was actually an inverted I!

Detective Reader, rubbing their temples: Listen, pal, I don’t know how to tell you this gently, but…if you’re going to stalk someone, you have to remove the stuff out of its packaging first. You left your receipt inside. Name and everything.

Himbo Officer: …

Himbo Officer: I just wanted to make sure you aren’t going to nice places without me.

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Here's everyone 🧜‍♀️

I love how varied they are! Man, you should really start a business, these look amazing. The third one's design is so scrumptious, I couldn't help but draw it.

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Hiii ozz!!! :D I'm really sorry for not writing to you for a long time :_) I don't really know why :P Sooooo... I just wanted to say that you are so cool and that you are great, because you try so hard! I also love your drawings, thank you for continuing to draw!!! :3

( I just want to thank you again. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I'm sorry I can't write you encouraging words as often! (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) But I just want you to know how awesome you are! <3 Please remember to take breaks. LOOOOOOOVE YOU!!! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ)

Anon, you really don't need to feel like you have to express your appreciation with a certain frequency or intensity. Don't get me wrong, I'm always deeply grateful for all the lovely words I find in my inbox and comments, but at the same time I'm an awkward, introverted person and I know it's not an easy thing for many people. Hell, verbalizing my own feelings is an ongoing battle. Were this a face-to-face encounter, I'd just smile and gingerly drill myself into the ground.

Which also brings me to some of the messages I've gotten recently and to which I haven't yet responded. Do forgive me, pookies, I am but an old, anxious man who needs to burrow every now and then. I still carry you in my heart. Or, in this case, in my anon-ball-basket, as I take you to a cherry blossom viewing by our hometown's riverbank. It's our graduation ceremony. What are we graduating from? I don't know, but one thing is certain: I should've put some sunscreen on my bald scalp.

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So like, I don't like spiders due to having severe arachnophobia.

But man that gif you posted alongside that ask about driders had me feeling some type of way and now I'm very confused with myself LMAO

I'll tell you what, becoming a rat parent has changed my views on other animals tremendously. They would scurry around, occasionally act skittish, sprint towards me in order to hide, sneak around corners to crunch on snacks. Now I see that same behavior in creatures I was previously terrified of, and I find it just as cute and inoffensive.

Sure, I'm not too happy about some beetle that somehow made it in and is now buzzing against the window, but instead of raw panic, it's more like, "this silly goose is probably scared and wants out. I'll open the window."

Our previous apartment had a lot of spiders no matter how much I vacuumed, so I had to get used to them. I learned they truly do their best to leave you alone and keep their distance. I also recently saw a post on Reddit that only solidified my belief: when spiders run towards you, it's because they're scared of something else and see you as their shelter. They're pretty much blind when it comes to distances, so most often they see you as a giant thing that could keep them safe. So, at the end of the day, they're just spooked pookies who want to live. While it may not cure your fear, I found that it helps a lot to tinker with your perspective.

Now I'm thinking of a drider bf who acts really cool, but gets easily spooked and comes running to you every time he's startled. Might return with a doodle soon. 👀

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You've been appointed as the chief detective to the Occult Division. Which, if you are to be honest, isn't quite as glamorous as it sounds. You're constantly chasing ghosts and other demonic aberrations from parallel universes for what barely counts as decent pay, and the rest of the time is spent before an ancient computer that doesn't even have a power button anymore.

Moreover, your "trusty" assistant is a menace of a police officer who more often than not gets you in trouble. He's rather dim-witted, morally questionable, and believes in the strangest conspiracies. He's also your childhood friend, so you can't complain much. At the end of the day, he's there for you and you're there for him.

Detective Reader and himbo police officer who's not very good at hiding his crush.

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Greetings Ozz,

Yo girl here has been so damn sick this week that I had to go to emergency and I am miserable. So to distract myself from it, I thought so would come here and ask:

Dealers choice, how would your yanderes react to their darling having a medical emergency?

Or like how they would be in the building. Idk I think it would be pretty funny to fit a giant demon lord into a small exam room where he has to be very carefully about not ripping any cords out of the wall with his wings or poking the ceiling tiles with his horns.

Lololol Mummy!Yan trying to give you some of his bandages but they just keep disintegrating as he tries to treat you.

Vampire!Yan is simultaneously sick to his stomach from smelling other blood in the building and being overwhelmed by the darling’s scent if they’re bleeding.

Frankenstein|Zombie!Yan steps out of the room after you have stabilized to go check out the morgue for some new kicks.

Werewolf!Yan has to stay outside bc it’s a full moon and there are no animals allowed inside without documentation 😭

Clumsy!Yan had to stay home for safety purposes lmao

Mafia!Yans know their way around the building like the back of their hand from being there so often. The staff jokingly made them punch cards, the 10th punch is a new liver or kidney. (They have plenty of those though)

Anyways, some Tom foolery for this poor gal please, Ozz! ~🍒

I feel like this delves into the absurdism of dating a monstrous creature while dealing with daily life banalities.

Why, of course the Eldritch beast is prepared to take you to the doctor once your frail human life is endangered. He has all the documentation ready. He's skipping the cab - the waiting times are too long - and teleporting the two of you to the nearest hospital. Brought your thermos with fresh coffee to keep you alert. Has a little bag with necessities in case you need to stay overnight. Might order you some food later because he doesn't trust the canteen; he's snuck a couple glances and those salad leaves must be from yesterday's batch. Occasionally dozes off and dreamily whispers ancient, cursed secrets.

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Next feature to the Monster Pinup series, as requested by a member, is Toby! Who would've thought ancient cosmic aliens can pull this much sass? Full version on Patreon :)

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Something for the recent merman story

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Yandere!Merman x Reader x Yandere!Prince

One day, you bring home a monstrous creature as the future groom for the much-demanded marriage. The family is in despair, and a foreign Prince vows to change your mind. Based on Antonín Dvořák's Rusalka. content: gender neutral reader, angst, love triangle

You return home with a triumphant smile, marching towards the grand room and opening the doors with fanfare. Your family has been pestering you to get married for months now, piling endless proposals on your study desk and inviting nameless royalty to meet you in hopes they'd catch your interest.

"I have found a groom," you declare with a sombre, official tone as your parents nearly tumble out of their seats, rattling the afternoon teacups. The servants, too, swarm over to witness your arrival: they'd never heard such confidence in your voice.

They all gather around, lips pursed in expectation, eyes widened towards the entrance. At last, as promised, someone appears behind you: A pallid creature with a sickly face, walking along crookedly, with clumps of dark locks framing the length of his bony, slender body.

It's...monstrous. One maid begins to fan herself in horror, while your mother returns to her cushioned chair with trembling hands. What a frightful sight! Surely this can't be a proper human; a ghastly fiend, perhaps, a ghoul haunting the forests at night, but no man to stand with you before a holy altar!

"He said he loves me, you see," you explain with flushed cheeks. "Well, he didn't explicitly say it...as I don't think he can speak at all. Yet, I can tell."

The pale beast nods fervently to your words.

Oh, yes, he does love you so very much. After all, he sold his soul and his voice just to walk the Earth with you! From the moment he caught a glimpse of you, he knew you were meant to be his. A fate seamed by the Gods themselves; he was certain of it.

There was one hurdle he was forced to overcome in order to properly face you. He is a water spirit, you see. A merman, yes, that’s how the humans often call him. He dwells at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the frothing waves, luring the unsuspecting sailors to their early demise. It was during one of your boat travels that he laid his eyes on you. Immediately, viciously, his heart begun to throb with yearning. He needed to have you in his embrace at all costs.

Consequently, and without much stalling, he decided to leave the azure of the sea behind and crawl his way on land, searching for his betrothed. His father was enraged, but he knew better than to prod his son’s stubbornness. Before he knew it, the sallow creature was obediently standing in front of Ježibaba the Witch, signing the cursed pact that would leave him mute. Should the love fade, she warned, he’d be dragged back into the depths, fettered by the swamp mud, cursed to live as a will-o’-the-wisp, bringer of death and despair.

Child, night after night your siblings will weep for you! There’s no help for you, once a human has enticed you into their power.

With limbs foreign to him, he pitifully stumbled across the shore, where you found him in the early hours of the morning. At last, he thought, he’d be at your side.

Your family is not alone in their sorrows. Among the many suitors, there’s a certain foreign Prince who’s not quite ready to accept your decision. No, it simply cannot be. No one else in this world loves you like he does; of that he is certain. Whatever vile charlatan you’ve brought into your home is all but a mockery in the face of his feelings.

With a wrathful step, he strides towards the castle, cursing this newfound love of yours. He doesn’t play games of fate, nor does he need the wicked magic of witches and devils. His pace is confident, imposing; a far cry from the meagre slither of the monstrous merman. There’s something your wild beast will never have, something his soul is devoid of: passion. Alas, you will soon discover what it truly means to be adored by a human. Not just any human, mind you, but someone of his nobility and virtue.

The prince is welcomed by a pair of whispering servants. They bemoan the terror that has befallen their estate, the trickery that engulfed your royal heart, causing you to long after a creature of the night. What could have possessed you in that very moment, when you stumbled upon the demon?

Like clockwork, their voices are abruptly hushed by the shuffle of uncertain feet. The men turn around and immediately frown at the mysterious groom. Whatever summoned him in their presence is irrelevant. The prince shoves the terrified group aside, standing proud before the crooked figure.

“I don’t know what sorcery lies at the bottom of your deceit - convincing someone of (Y/N)’s grace to even gaze in your direction - but you’re better off returning to the hole you crawled out of.”

He briefly glances at the servants who’re holding their breaths at the exchange.

“They bear witness to my mercy! I will allow you to leave, though mistake not my kindness for naivety. (Y/N) was promised to me in marriage, and I shan’t permit anyone to interfere with my plans. This sword,” he threatens, placing a hand over the leather sheath, “this sword has slayed ogres twice as frightful.”

He pauses, searching his rival’s eyes, unable to find the fear he hoped to instil with his intimidation tactics. Very well, if death isn’t the answer to ridding himself of the plague...

“I’ll tell you what,” the prince finally continues, twisting his mouth in a pained frown, “you’re fooling yourself if you think (Y/N) feels anything but pity for you. Can you look at me, man to man, and tell me you love them with the same passion?”

There it is, that cursed word once more, ensnarling him tightly and pressing against his chest like the branding of hot iron. The merman’s hands curl in a fist, yet he is unable to speak, to shout, to cry. The creeping shadow of doubt suddenly engulfs him: is it truly the lack of voice that holds him back? Or might this man speak the truth? He is, after all, a monster that was never meant to walk on land, a spirit belonging to the waters. Could his adoration compare with that of other humans, with their warmth, with their vigorous, beating hearts?

A thread snaps. The merman’s soul is heavy, trampled by gloom and despair. Perhaps the Gods were merely laughing at his ridiculous dreams, dangling the hook of false hope before his hungry jaws, watching him writhe on the surface until the lungs collapse. The ground spins and the air is bitter, scorching his throat. As if pulled by invisible hands, his body hurries outside, across the rocky shore and into the foam of the waves; Ježibaba’s words echo against his eardrums. He sinks.

“Where’s the groom?”

You freeze in the doorframe, baffled to find one of your suitors in your room. The foreign prince welcomes you with a deep bow, gripping one of your hands with greed and pressing it against his lips.

“It has returned to its depths. I hope you understand,” he pleads, almost throwing himself at your feet. “Such a creature has no place among us.”

“What nonsense are you spewing?” the venom in your words causes the young man to tug at his chest. What must he do for you to accept him?

You nonchalantly slap his hand off you, then turn on your heels and scurry down the hall, followed by the panicked prince.

“Don’t be foolish! He’s been cursed, a damned ghoul dwelling at the bottom of the swamp, drowning humans who wander too close.”

His usual tenacity has faded, voice cracking with anguish and envy. This time it’s you who walks with unbreaking determination, reaching for the marsh. His mind races within a fog, trying to come up with a way to stop you in your tracks. He could draw his weapon, of course. Instinctually, his toned arm grips the handle, picturing the swing of the blade - a necessary evil? No, you’d never forgive such violence, and he can’t bear the thought of you despising him anymore than you do now.

It’s too late. Your expensive, polished shoes dip lightly into the mud, causing you to advance more steadily. You begin shouting without aim, scanning the area and praying for an answer.

Truth be told, he was indeed hoping you would return: the faintest of wish he dared to keep in his aching heart. The merman claws his way out of the murk, revealing his even paler figure. His beloved, his dearest! To see you in front of him like this is worth all the damnation in the world.

The prince involuntarily grabs your wrist. This is his final chance to convince you of his devotion, of his undying loyalty. He would burn the entire world down just to have you look in his direction. A vague smile crosses his face; to hear his own shameless thoughts...A noble turned into a beggar. He never expected to find himself trapped in such a miserable yearning.

The swamp is quiet, save for your laboured breaths. You’re burdened by indecisiveness. You...

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Any good monster fucker movies?

If there's one movie I'd recommend to you, anon, it's The Shape of Water. It's quite literally Monster Lover: The Movie.

Elisa is a mute, lonely woman who works as a janitor in a secret government laboratory in the 60s. One day, a strange, amphibian creature is brought over to be experimented on. They found it in a South American river and captured it in order to study its properties. They keep their distance, calling it a violent animal, a monster who needs to be disciplined into behaving, yet Elisa quickly discovers that the feared beast is really an intelligent, humane being. He can understand and feel deeply, just like her. They secretly begin communicating through sign language and fall in love.

If you weren't convinced by the story alone, it's a Guillermo del Toro movie; you already know the visuals and the music are going to be pure art.

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On my knees begging you to upload Goth Cowboy to the Sims Gallery😭💗

Gosh, I've never uploaded something in my entire life of playing Sims! Nonetheless, I shall do it for you, anon. Here's the yandere goth cowboy who's waiting for his soulmate (you). Hopefully I did the thing properly, no idea. :')

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content: gender neutral reader, smutty tomfoolery, 800 words

A certain rumour has been spreading insidiously across monstrous guests and staff alike: that you keep a log of your favourite fuck buddies. Appearance, performance, stamina, whatever could make a creature succeed in breeding you are - supposedly - written down to the finest detail, in a dutifully compiled report.

Nonsense, of course. You most certainly have better things to do than scribble down all of your hot encounters. That's what the Centaur Manager tells himself with a tense smile, filing the paperwork in his office. He glances at the numbers, the lists, the bullet points. Well, alright, assuming there was such a ranking, where would he stand? He shifts on his hooves, pondering the hypotheticals. First, he'd need to know his competition; the hotel is quite large and houses a plethora of beastly visitors, yet only a handful of them have the privilege of coming back for seconds. His mind bounces from fellow coworkers to highly esteemed guests.

Before he can continue with his calculations, the door opens unceremoniously...

"Misunderstanding" short is now out on Patreon! :)

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Thought I'd introduce you to one of my Sims 4 characters: Goth cowboy.

Lives in the outskirts of a small, desolate Southern town.

Doesn't interact much with the neighbors, though he will receive the occasional visit whenever there's a funeral to be planned; he builds coffins for a job.

Isn't much of a talker, but he can manage the usual exchange of pleasantries. Very polite and well-mannered.

Quite skilled with his hands: he offers to fix your car when you knock on his door, somewhat panicked about being stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Is surprisingly welcoming and generous, despite his gloomy appearance. It seems you will need some parts replaced, and they won't come by anytime soon. It's best you stay over, he'll take care of everything.

Particularly curious once you settle in; what's a pretty face like yours doing out here? And alone? He's rather baffled by your lack of companion. He'd never leave your side if you were his sweetheart.

Overall, a reliable man. Unlike the delivery services around the area, huh? He can tell you want to go home already, and it's quite a pity your departure keeps being delayed. Why don't you help him with some tasks outside? He'll help you distract yourself until those pesky car parts arrive.

Unexpectedly talented in areas that don't involve laborious work. He's been playing the guitar for you in the evenings to help against the unsettling silence of the area. Country ballads about finding his one true love, and never letting that one go, sang in his deep, raspy voice, as he stares into your eyes. Perhaps there's some truth rooted in the lyrics.

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Spotted skunks, when they realize they're trapped, go to sleep.

Imagine a darling waking up with their wrists tied to a bed and they can tell by all the decor in the room just *whose* room it is and they're like "Oh man that fuckwad coworker of mine kidnapped me" and just goes back to sleep

A Darling who's a massive sleepyhead in general would be hilarious.

The Yandere rushing down the basement stairs with thick blankets and pillows, panting and apologizing for having to shackle them like this, but they had no choice-...Aaand the Darling is passed out on the cold floor, they found some newspaper to cover up.

"W-what did you say?" The Darling will mumble in a daze, barely keeping their eyes open.

"I said I'm holding you hostage. Because I love y-"

"Five more minutes, please. Then we can...talk..." They yawn, and promptly fall back asleep.

Extra: The Yandere trying to be kinky and planning a whole BDSM session for their one and only. Darling is tied up in the most uncomfortable looking way, blindfolded, gagged, and just as the Yandere is about to grab a paddle...soft snores can be heard from the bed.

"Are you serious right now?" The Yandere whines, removing the gag. "At least take this off so you don't choke on your own drool."

"Sorry, I got a little comfy."

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First feature of my new Patreon series, Pinup Monsters! I quite enjoyed drawing the puppy hybrid panel in vintage comic style, so I decided to turn it into a collection. Full NSFW version here.

Next characters will be Puppy Hybrid, Minotaur Maid, and Toby!