#I think I just needed to hook up with a dyke instead of straight girls and that fixed me

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more lumberyard monster stuff including characters and monster anatomy. putting under read more cause LONG

characters: 

Sixer: monster man. no idea what he is or where he came from, only that he doesn’t want to go back. is generally playful, lazy, incredibly quick to learn, curious, and a trouble maker when he’s bored. loves his tv, the dog, eating, annoying Dale, sleeping, and Alvin. 

Alvin: lover boy. Tony’s nephew. Started working at the lumberyard not long before they found Sixer. is kind of quiet, gentle, relatively down to earth, clearly beat down already even in his mid-twenties, not helped by his verbally abusive and manipulative girlfriend who eventually becomes his fiancee as he doesn’t know how to get out of the relationship. loves working with him hands, modding/fixing things, old cars, all kinds of music, and chilling with Sixer.

Tony: the dad guy. first generation American. mom immigrated to U.S. from Mexico. loves motorcycles, making people smile, and his wife. is second pony to the owner, runs the saws, and is basically the lumberyard’s HR department. has four kids and is all-around a nice guy. see’s the yard crew as a second family. Named Sixer for his six limbs and is very proud of that fact. Thinks of him as his ‘buddy’.

Charlie: bull dyke owner. Took over the yard from her father. is happily married to a law professor. loves bourbon, her motorcycle, and her dog. used to smoke, has the smoker’s voice and laugh, and chews nicotine gum like her life may depend on it. is tough but fair. pretty no nonsense with most of her workers, but Tony who is both a family friend and her second in command and Sixer, who she dotes on in her own way.

Dale: Shitty guy. Hates paying child support. Just the worst. An HR nightmare before Sixer came along to keep him in place.

Brian: Alvin’s friend who also works at the yard. Likes to drag race, pick up chicks, and kind of instigates Dale even if he doesn’t mean to. Is kind of ambivalent to Sixer but likes the novelty of having this weird monster at the yard

McKenzie: cashier girl/secretary. Doesn’t work in the yard itself, but spends all day inside answering the phone and cashing out orders. Single-mother in her early twenties and Charlie allows her to bring her kid to work when she can’t get a babysitter especially with Sixer around cause he likes watching the kid. Kind of stuck up, kind of a party girl, but is fun to be around.

Scruff: Is a dog. Some kind of large shepherd mix. Loves to follow Sixer and is the one who initially found him on a rainy afternoon, injured and hiding behind the saw mill.

Angela: Charlie’s wife. visits the yard from time to time. Tony calls her the big boss because everyone watches themselves when she’s around. Is beloved by all save for Dale. Sixer has some kind of crush on her.

Monster anatomy bits: 

- Sixer is a strange mixture of ape, panthera, and reptile in body shape, while gait swaps between felid and simian depending on the situation. is capable of sitting on his haunches to get a better look around and capable of walking for a limited time on two legs, though very awkwardly. hips generally sit lower to the ground than shoulders while walking on all fours as forelimbs are slightly longer than backlegs. is capable of reaching speeds of 35mph for an extremely limited time and can leap up to 30ft horizontally though is capable of walking for days on end if needed.

- is covered in large golden brown plated scales that are smooth to the touch. from the shoulder to just before the hips are large thick black spines ranging in length that can be raised and lowered at will to be flush against the back or stand straight up. spines are used to sense vibrations and temperature changes in the air to make up for piss poor hearing. also has some very vibrant neon blue markings that show up after his winter shed during the springtime along his back and sides and that fade by mid-summer. 

- skull and face shape is vaguely human in that it is forward facing and very flat though with noticeable differences. face is covered in smaller thinner scales. eyes are larger, green-yellow in color with round pupils and has two sets of eyelids, one for blocking out light, the other for blocking out dust, debris, and water while still maintaining sight. nostrils are almost flush to the face and also large, covered by sensitive receptors that are activated by a chemical in his saliva, excellent at smelling. brow has bumpy ridges that stick out instead of eyebrows. jawbone is bisected and each side is capable of limited independent movement. has no lips. tongue is long and teeth are more ape like. has no external ear and is genuinely not great at hearing unless someone it talking directly at him. has a crop of black hair/fur on top of head that never grows longer than inch along with a few more psuedo-horns around the crown that are dull.

- six limbed. two hind legs and four arms, each ending in a foot/hand with four digits. one set of arms is slightly larger than the other and has larger claws and are used primarily for locomotion, climbing, and fighting/hunting. other set used for more delicate work. scales on the palms of smaller hands are notably thinner and more sensitive to touch for tool work, affection, and object manipulation. Tony jokingly calls the larger arms his ‘fightin’ arms’ and the smaller ones his ‘doin’ arms’

- from head to tip of tail, Sixer is about 12 feet long and from shoulder to ground when on ‘all fours’ stands at about 4 feet tall. tail makes up 30% of body length, is neither stiff nor prehensile, and is capable of a limited amount of wagging closer to the tip, generally used to signal mood though can be used to whip antagonizers.

-he sheds twice a year, the process taking about two weeks from start to finish and these have been dubbed as ‘hell weeks’ by the crew because they have a massive grumpy snappy itchy monster who rubs himself on every rough surface up to and including the buildings, forklifts, the lumber, any unfortunate cars, the fence, and Alvin for 12-16 days. the best way to deal with it is to hose him down twice a day or provide a small pool for him to soak in and give up on trying to get the garage broom from him which he uses to brush himself.

- opportunistic omnivore that can eat almost anything. to lead a healthy diet, requires 70% meat/organ/bone and 30% veg. while svelte, he actually gains a little extra belly cause of the access to a local deer/rabbit overpopulation and the crew just giving him food all the time. 

- has a range of vocalizations and i still haven’t decided if he’s capable of speech or if it’s severely limited and the crew teach him to use asl cause it would make sense if he couldn’t form most words given mouth anatomy and I like it better than unexplained telepathy. i’ll probably go with that.

- genitalia are internal and male in nature. 

monster man and the lumberyard extra bits i thought of:

- Tony gives Sixer a T.V. but it’s only hooked up to local channels so at night he watches a lot of bad television and soap operas.

- Sixer starts crushing on Alvin very quickly, but does not understand how to romance Anyone, so he tries to do a mixture of whats instinctual for him and what he sees on bad T.V. Alvin brushes it off for years, thinking Sixer is Just Like That. it takes him a bit to realize he’s catching feelings because while he is book smart, he also is, regrettably, a himbo

- some sneaky government thing is looking for him. so is a local cryptid hunting group. They get alerted cause some hunters find the remains of deer who’s wounds look nothing like something a local predator could do. no one suspects to look in the dusty lumberyard, of course.

- for holiday parties and get togethers, either Charlie or Tony always hand off a bunch of food to Alvin, telling him to go give it to the ‘old man next door’ so he can get away from his fiancee for a bit and so Sixer doesn’t miss out on the festivities

[sea-anon]

Pretty long excerpt from the book I’m writing

Ch 11.

“If you keep bringing people home we’re going to have to expand.” Bravo sat on the bed. Everyone else had gone to bed ages ago. She had been going through some of the other rooms and found a purse with a few balls of yarn and a crochet hook inside.

Delta sat next to her and watched her hands deftly work through the yarn. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making a blanket. It’ll get cold soon.”

“It’s July.”

“Which means it’s almost August. And that means it’s almost October, which means it’s practically Christmas.”

Delta sighed, smiling. “You’re insane.”

“That so?” Bravo raised an eyebrow. She put down the soon-to-be blanket and stretched her arms, “What are you gonna do, lock me away in some asylum?”

“A tower, more like. ‘Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your… crocheted… blanket thing.’” Delta shrugged, leaning back on her hands. “It’s a work in progress.”

“Your stories would put the Grimm brothers to shame,” Bravo tipped her head onto the other girl’s shoulder and Delta froze. Bravo, however didn’t notice and kept talking. “Of course they have a good 200 stories on you.”

Delta smiled a little, still unmoving even though her wrists hurt from the awkward position her hands were in. “Well at least, uh,” Damn it. She couldn’t think of anything witty to say. Bravo shifted a little bit to look at her, and Delta smiled apologetically, “I don’t have a comeback for that.”

Bravo sat up straight and Delta immediately missed the contact. Bravo turned to sit cross legged on the bed facing her, “I think the other thing I miss is romance stories.”

“What?”

“Like romantic comedies and stuff. Even when you felt like you were alone in the world, you could watch some shitty Adam Sandler rom-com and think ‘Boy, if he can fall in love, so can I.’”

She nodded, “Another thing I miss is community theatre.”

Bravo looked surprised, “You miss community theatre? You?”

“Yeah. I did a lot of that stuff before I went in the army. I was pretty damn good at it, too. Singing, dancing, pretending to be someone else for a few hours always made me feel better.” She sighed. “The family I was with the longest always hated it. They always said ‘I don’t want you turning into a faggot like all those other dykes.’”

“Jesus…”

“Yeah. But, turns out, I am gay so take that dad number five. I don’t think it’s theatre that did it though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I was straight for a long time. I thought every girl thought boys were nasty. I thought I liked holding hands with girls more because, you know, friendship. It wasn’t till I turned 18 and went out with my friends to celebrate that a drunk girl kissed me and everything snapped into place.”

Bravo laughed. “Yeah I get that. I knew when I was fifteen, playing spin the bottle with my friends. This girl, I remember she had blue hair because it matched her eyes so well, she was a year, maybe two older than me. She was really gentle. She held my face in her hands and asked if I was comfortable with being kissed.” Delta looked down at her lap and smiled. “ ‘Course she’s probably dead now. But it’s still a nice memory.”

They were quiet for a minute. When Delta looked up, the other girl was staring at her with a strange expression on her face. “What’s wrong?”

She snapped out of her reverie immediately. “What?”

“You look upset.”

“Oh… no. I’m just thinking. Do you ever wonder what could’ve been if we’d met before all this happened?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we’d’ve been friends?”

Delta bit her lip. She’d often imagined what they could’ve been if they’d met before and none of this had ever happened. She thought about them a lot, but never as friends. “Yeah.”

Bravo stood up and stretched her back. She cupped Delta’s face with one hand and kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep tight.”

She turned to leave, but Delta caught her wrist. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steadying her voice. “Will you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

The other girl smiled, “Of course.”

Ch. 12

Holyshitholyshitholyshit she asked me to sleep with her jesus christ and angels above thank god. Bravo grinned. Delta had given her a pair of shorts to wear to bed before going to take a shower. Her hands were shaking, what if she snored? What if she talked in her sleep? Would Delta make fun of her? She took off her bra without taking off her shirt and stripped out of her jeans. It might be July but damn was it cold in here. She pulled the shorts on quickly and moved her crocheting to a chair instead of the bed. She sat down, trying to look nonchalant and started crocheting again. Her hands were too shaky and she couldn’t concentrate. She wondered if Delta was a big spoon or a little spoon. She wondered if she didn’t like to cuddle at all. That would be an issue, although there were enough pillows on the bed she was sure she could hug one of them. Oh god what if she drooled in her sleep? She leaned her head back against the wall, barely registering that the shower had turned off and the door opened.

“You ok?” Her head snapped up. Delta was wrapped in a towel, her hair wet from the shower. Holy shit she was practically naked. Bravo blushed and Delta must’ve noticed her staring because she apologized, “I left my clothes out here. Bad habit, I know.”

“N-no, sorry I just…”

She struck a flirty pose, “Like what you see?”

Shit. She laughed, blushing more furiously than ever, “No, that’s not it, I just, sorry. I’ll turn around so you can get dressed.”

She smirked, “Alright then.”

Bravo faced the wall and covered her red face with her hands. Why me?

“You can turn around now,” she said. H o l y s h i t. She was wearing the Hayley Kiyoko shirt and-- was she wearing shorts? Bravo swallowed hard, feeling her face heat up again. The other girl pulled down the covers on one side of the bed and sat down. “You better come lay down unless you wanna walk over here in the dark.”

Bravo sat on the bed opposite her and Delta blew out the candles illuminating the room. The room felt tiny without light or sound. Bravo had wished so often and so hard for just this opportunity, sometimes imagining the other girl pulling her close and their breath mingling sweetly until she couldn’t take it anymore and pulled her in for a kiss. Sometimes she imagined just enough moonlight streaming into the room that she could see her and Delta would prop herself up on her elbow and just look at her, silhouetted by a blue glow. They would barely be able to see each other and she would smile, just happy to lay next to her. Other times though, she would imagine Delta over her with one hand on either side of her head and their kisses would be sweet but rough and desperate, her lips soft but chapped, capturing hers over and over.

“It’s quiet tonight.” she settled for whispering like teenagers at a sleepover.

“Mmhmm. They must still be down the street at the department store. I don’t think they saw us come back here.”

“Good.” Bravo laid her head on the other girl’s chest. This time she did notice when Delta froze up. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhm.” She wrapped her arm around Bravo, who listened to her heart beating a mile a minute in her chest.

“Are you sure? Your heart rate’s really high.”

“I‘m ok. Really.”

She could’ve stayed right there forever. But when she put her arm around the other girl and she flinched, she knew something was up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

She sat up, “Come on. You can’t lie to me.”

Delta sighed and relit the candles. “Promise you won’t make a big deal?”

She blinked, “No?”

She tried to sit up but Bravo pushed her shoulders back to the bed and straddled her hips. She pushed her shirt up and gasped. Delta had a huge gash on her side. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Jesus Christ, Delta! This could be infected. You could have gangrene! Or worse, you could have what they’ve got!” She gestured to the window.

“Relax honey. It happened when we went and got the girl. If I was gonna turn it would’ve happened already. Besides, it’s not even bleeding anymore.”

“Don’t move.” Bravo ran out of the room. She went upstairs and grabbed a roll of gauze, pads, a sewing needle, thread, and some rubbing alcohol. She muttered to herself as she rushed back to Delta’s room. “Fucking idiot, could’ve got herself killed.”

Delta was sitting where she left her. “That was fast.”

“Shut up.” She tugged on Delta’s shirt, not wanting to hurt her, “Take this off.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me topless you could’ve just asked.” She grinned, but Bravo’s glare shut her up fast. She pulled the shirt over her head. Bravo took a deep breath. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t known Delta had so many tattoos. A large sunflower on her shoulder with a number underneath it. On either side of her shoulders, Bravo could just barely see feathers.

“This might hurt a little.” She took a towel from the bathroom and laid it doubled up under Delta’s side. She poured a little bit of alcohol over the wound. The other girl hissed in pain, but Bravo ignored it. “This is definitely going to hurt. A lot.”

She threaded the needle, dipped the whole thing in alcohol and started stitching the gash closed. Delta practically sobbed, so Bravo stopped for a second and looked at her, eyes softening. “I’m sorry. It has to be done or it won’t heal properly.”

“I didn’t ask you to play doctor like I’m some sort of-of child. I don’t need your help.”

“Deep breath. I need to finish stitching you up.”

“I don’t want your help.”

Bravo glared at her. “That’s not going to stop me from taking care of you.”

She winced each time she pushed the needle through her skin and pulled the thread through after it, closing the wound stitch by stitch. When she finished, she poured a little more alcohol over it before pressing a cotton pad over it and starting to wrap gauze around her waist, “I need you to sit up.”

She did. It was amazing how little pain showed on her face. Bravo wrapped her up until she thought the bandage would hold. She looked into the other girl’s eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Delta laid back down and covered her face with her forearm, “Because I knew you’d freak out.”

The bandage was a stark white against her olive skin. She tried not to look at the other girl’s breasts, she really did. But she couldn’t help it. It was only for a second as she reached across her to get her shirt so she could put it back on, but the image would stay with her forever. They were round and bigger than she would’ve expected. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop thinking about that. She turned the shirt right side out, “Sit up.”

Delta moved her forearm up to her forehead, “What?”

“Sit up, I need to put your shirt back on you and you need to go to sleep.”

“You’re still gonna stay with me, right?”

“If you want.” Bravo bit her lip and looked at the wall, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea though.”

“Why not?”

“Because-” Because she wanted to her to hold her close and kiss her. Because she was afraid that if she stayed she might say a million stupid things. Because a thousand things could happen, but mostly because if she stayed she’d never want to leave her side again. But she couldn’t tell her that. “Because you need to rest.”

“I can rest just as well if you’re next to me. Better, even because if I need help you’ll be there.” She’d never seen this side of her before. Bravo held up her shirt. “I don’t need to wear it.”

“I need you to. I’m not sleeping with you half naked.” Delta grinned and put the shirt on quickly. “Hey relax. I just patched you up. I’m not doing it again.”

She blew out the candles and crawled over the other girl, laying close. “Hey Bravo?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me a secret.”

She smiled, saying the first thing that popped into her head, “I’m a libra.”

“Bravo?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I be the big spoon?”

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