#I like monsters

[bookmothic-dyke]

Ehem.

NON HUMANOID MONSTERS ARE HOT. LET ME AT THE ABHORENT HORRORS OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS.

I’m sure they’d make pretty girls.

[the-genius-az]

Who do you think would be a werewolf and who would be a vampire in atla? Or what do you think their nations would mainly be

or any other monster

Thanks for the question, Amor!

I like the idea of Azula witch, Mai vampire and Ty Lee female werewolf, that's cool.

But if we talk about all Nations and that monsters exist, well here it goes!

For the water tribes, women would be mermaids, while men would be werewolves, but there are always exceptions.

The air nomads would be mummies, because they are already dead.

The Earth Kingdom would be vampires, you know, because of Ba Sing Se's hypnosis, and because of the fear of the sun.

And the Fire Nation would be witches, why? for an inside joke.

[ritualofcirice]

October is so soon, and I can't wait for Halloween.

~Signed the person with a crush on every monster, creature, and slasher character ever.

[3nergyspirit]

[onedaughterofman]

I know I missed the boat on monsters yesterday but you also mentioned robots and…can we just talk about GLaDOS for a sec?

Specifically the way she’d verbally tear you to down to nothing while she uses various metallic appendages to suspend you and prod around inside your various orifices. For science. Naturally.

You're not late! Monster night is every night when you are a monster lover lol

I am a big fan of robots and after a quick google search I can say I agree. HER VOICE, PLS. She can do anything she wants, I won't be opposed.

The metallic appendages are good for everything! I'm getting tentacle porn vibes here, haha. But, like Rihanna said: "Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it".

And it's nice seeing more monster/robot/alien gf here! We mostly had bfs so far ♥

[fergusdraws]

A monster doodle

[aelfgiure]

It takes you longer than usual to fill in the form, but you're writing with your non-dominant hand. It feels clumsy, but the hand you normally use has been broken, broken so badly that the surgeons aren't sure it'll ever work right again. You're also half blind, glasses broken, right eye swollen shut from where your attacker broke the orbit - you're glad you still _have_ the eye, to be honest, the fucker was trying to leave you a wrecked mess.

Not dead, damn them. Dead would've been KINDER than this. No, they wanted worse. Battered into uselessness, damaged beyond repair or hope of ever having anything resembling a stable life ever again. They wanted you broken, and despairing, and unable to do anything to better your life or even end it.

This form was your only hope for ending your misery, so you filled it out, one painstaking scratch of the pen at a time, and posted it. And waited.

In the meantime, you salvaged what you could of your life. The attacker had beaten you and then gone on to break and savage your things - the china collection, your books, ah gods they had ripped up books and shit on the pages, crushed plants. They had gleefully done all this while taunting you that it was your fault for daring to do better, be better, more popular than the person who hired them, and then they laughed and said that once they were done with the whisper campaign, the rumors and lies they spread would guarantee you'd spend the residue of your miserable existence alone.

It was late at night. The pain woke you up again, so you hobbled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and froze.

Someone was there.

"Um, hello? Are you here for me?" You manage to croak out. The figure jumps and turns to face you, the expression on his face going from bland amusement to something... darker.

"I am. Let me help you sit down, ma'am, and we'll talk." He's surprisingly gentle in the way he handles you, making sure you're as comfortable as possible before hurrying into the kitchen and bustling back with a tea tray, properly set up. He pours you a cup, adds honey and cream just the way you like it, and then makes himself a cup before sitting next to you, chair cozily close.

"Thank you, this is lovely." you say, and you mean it. "You even found a copy of my favorite tea set! Your attention to detail is delightful, and appreciated."

He raises an eyebrow, sipping his tea. "You're welcome. Now, I've done my research on your case, quite thoroughly, as you can see. Will you put yourself in my hands for the duration of our business together?"

You can't help the smile that blooms across your damaged face, even though it hurts. "Bless you, young man. Absolutely."

Again, that strange shift in expression in his eyes. He nods, and uncorks a small glass vial, emptying its contents into your tea cup. You motion for him to bend down, and he does, a trifle puzzled. When you kiss his cheek, he startles like he's been shot.

"Thank you," you murmur, and down the contents of your cup. "I hate to trouble you, but could you help me back to bed please?"

Again, his gentleness surprises you. He insists that you brush your teeth before lying down again, and you comply, amused. He settles you comfortably, and takes your undamaged hand in his.

"I'll be here until you're out," he states firmly. "Just let go, ma'am. Let it happen."

You have to admit, as the comforting dark claims you, that this was much nicer than you had dared to hope, and you drift off, still smiling.

It's a shock when the scent of coffee and eggs wakes you the next day. You shamble to the bathroom, then to the kitchen. He's there, cooking, and smiles at you.

"Ma'am. I'm glad you slept well. Brunch is ready in 10, can you make it to the patio on your own?"

You nod, and he makes a shooing gesture, so, you shoo. The small patio table has been set nicely, even to a vase of flowers and a carafe of juice. Now thoroughly but pleasantly confused, you carefully pour a glass of juice, and snicker when you realize it's blood orange, how on-brand can you get? He joins you, serving coffee and omelets and making pleasant small talk about your little garden.

"Now that you're awake and focused, I'm going to tell you how this will go," again, his odd smile that should frighten you but it... doesn't. "I'm on this contract and will fulfill as I see fit. You'll listen to me, obey me without question, and we'll get along. Understood?"

You nod, overwhelmed by his presence, his sudden command of the situation. His expression softens, just a little. "IF you need clarification on anything, yes, ask away. But you're in my hands for the duration, and I choose how I do things. All right?"

"Right", you sigh, and he becomes less intense.

"Good girl. Now, let's talk about your physical rehabilitation schedule, shall we?"

The first death makes the news a week later, your assailant. Died while trying to scale a security fence, they say, slipping and managing to impale his head on the sharp pointed stakes of the fence from jaw to crown.

Two days later, one of your detractors goes missing, a blood trail leading to a sewer outlet. The authorities find, well, parts. You see him watching you as you read the article, and all you do is tut-tut over traumatizing the poor fellows working in the sewers. He snorts, a genuine laugh.

The pattern continues. The ones who tried to wreck you die in assorted, unpleasant ways, none of them connected to the others at all. The killer remains a pleasant, supportive companion to you throughout, asking you to call him Sky as his name. Your home is cleaned up, damaged things replaced, and he encouraged you to make mosaics with the broken china, something you find amazingly cathartic.

The last two deaths cause the biggest stir, a media circus that horrifies you. The old Norse blood eagle, the dishonorable death for traitors and oathbreakers, had been inflicted on the two who hurt you the worst - the one who ordered the hit, and the one who gleefully spread lies and rumors to destroy your reputation, out of sheer jealousy and spite.

According to the coroner's report, they lived for hours, maybe a day even, after they were split open, lungs exposed to the air to slowly dry out. Sky notices your horror, and his face darkens, just that little bit.

"Darling, that was dangerous! You not only used the same method twice, that took an awful lot of time, you could've been caught!" Your exclamation of dismay is not what he expected. "Sky, my very dear, your artistry is unmatched but your safety matters so much more to me-"

The touch of his hand to your lips shushes you. He looks down on you, and his genuine smile brightens his face, and - by the gods, he's actually blushing.

"You're worth the risk, and so much more. Um, now that the contract is completed, I'm going to ask you for something." The normally composed man looks nervous, and you hasten to reassure him.

"Anything," you state firmly. "You've been amazing in so many ways, I owe you far more than I can repay."

"I... ma'am. May I continue to visit you, from time to time? You've been such a love through this whole thing, and I never thought I'd be saying this to another person, but, damn. I like you." He looks so sweetly anxious, this assassin, this killer, that it wrings your heart.

You, once again, stretch up and kiss his cheek. "Of course, darling. Whenever you like, for as long as I live."

This time, his smile is like the sun after a week of cold rain, warm and brilliant and beautiful.

"Thank you, ma'am. Now, shall I make brunch?"

“please fill in this form, and we’ll have the one of our reputable serial killers sent to your address by the end of the week.”

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[cracklewink]

table for one

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[bookmothic-dyke]

I’m a monster fucker.

[proxycrit]

Day 36- Necluda Depths

(The Skulltalos is a fan made boss monster designed by yours truly, because the lack of variety in the Depths saddens me.)

The depths are chock full of botanical wonders and amazing beasts! Sometimes too amazing. The Yiga clan and our two heroes may absolutely loathe each other, but the giant spiders really put your priorities back in order.

(This totk rewrite au is called Familiar Familiar! It all starts when Zelda doesn’t get sent back in time.)

((Wanna support me? Check out my patreon, with my throw away sketches and references! Remember to use web or android folks, apple charges 30 percent tax.))

[linkeduniverse]

Entrance pt.3

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[4bs0lut3-s0lv3r]

RWBY is basically a show about girls fighting monsters They also basically have soul magic However do beware that the fandom is pretty toxic in most places for some reason

O h-

Neat regardless tho!!

[onedaughterofman]

I now present, my main monster crushes

OHHHH FRIEND

You and I see eye to eye on that first one. Look at how big he is, the red eyes, the very useful tentacles, the way he's built... 10/10. He could step on me.

I don't know the second one (please do tell me where they are from) but look at that cute face! Yes, I'd add them to my crush list 'cause everything about them is both cute and hot at the same time.

And the third! A good old werewolf! I bet they could keep me warm during the cold winter ♥ Kinda want to scratch behind the ears lol.

Thank you for sharing the boys, very nice monster taste ♥