#MONSTERS

[sarathrwizard]

I Care. Chapter 6 (Part 2/2) (rottmnt comic)

Leo finds it hard to see himself as useful anymore, sense he has to rely on someone else to help him get around. On the other hand, Donnie's injuries have been healing up well! Can't say the same for Leo though... As Leos mood drops, so douse his health. Leo refuses to make himself more of a burden by being sick. But as Leo was just about to care for himself, the shadows refuse to give him peace.

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[randomencounters]

Encounter: giant orange monster covered in spikes who is happy to tell you various tips and tricks for old video games and will do so in the nasal cliche nerd voice imaginable

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hi!! What if someone from Reader's past came a saw her at her home with Pertah? Like her father or a bestie or something like that? Love your work!

I’m so sorry about my absence! I’ve been so busy with Christmas and work

warnings/tags- comfort, your father attempts to reunite with you after he sells you, pert’ah comforts you

Word count-1301

Warm sunlight spilled over the valley, painting the rolling hills and surrounding forest in hues of gold and green. You stood in the garden behind your home, carefully harvesting the ripened vegetables while humming a soft tune. The gentle breeze carried the scent of earth and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the chaos you had left behind in your old life.

The life you had built here with Pert’ah was simple but fulfilling. Each day brought small joys—a shared meal, a laugh, or the quiet comfort of his presence. Your love had grown naturally, tenderly, from the rocky beginnings of your forced union. What had started as resentment on both sides had softened into something beautiful, something neither of you had dared hope for.

As you worked, Pert’ah’s deep voice called from the forge he had set up near the house. “Need help with that, little flower?”

You glanced up to see him standing shirtless by the anvil, his scarred chest gleaming with sweat. His tusks caught the light as he grinned at you, the warmth in his dark eyes making your heart flutter.

“I’ve got it,” you called back, though you couldn’t help but smile at his concern. “You just focus on your work. I’ll call you if the carrots start attacking me.”

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that sent warmth through your chest. “I’ll keep my sword ready.”

The day stretched on peacefully. By the time the sun dipped toward the horizon, you were inside, kneading dough for the evening’s bread. Pert’ah sat nearby, sharpening his tools. The rhythmic scrape of stone on metal was oddly soothing, a reminder of his ever-watchful presence. This was your sanctuary, a life you had carved out together far from the pain of the past.

But the past has a way of catching up, even when you’ve done everything to leave it behind.

The knock at the door was unexpected and loud, startling both of you. Pert’ah’s head snapped up, his hand tightening instinctively on the blade he had been honing. You wiped your hands on a cloth, heart pounding, and exchanged a look with him. Visitors were rare this far from the village, and unannounced ones were almost unheard of.

“Stay here,” he said, his voice low and firm. He stood, his massive frame filling the room as he strode to the door.

The moment he opened it, you froze. Standing on the threshold was a man you had hoped never to see again. Your father.

He looked older than you remembered, his once-proud stature diminished, though his sharp eyes hadn’t lost their edge. He wore fine clothes, a stark contrast to the simple garments you now favored, and his expression was one of barely concealed disdain as he looked up at Pert’ah.

“So,” your father said, his voice dripping with condescension, “this is where you’ve been hiding.”

Pert’ah didn’t move from the doorway, his towering form casting a long shadow over the man. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone cold.

“I am her father,” the man replied, straightening his shoulders. “I’ve come to take her back.”

Your stomach dropped. The words hit you like a physical blow, and you gripped the edge of the table to steady yourself. Pert’ah glanced over his shoulder at you, his brow furrowing in concern when he saw your pale face.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Pert’ah said, turning back to your father. There was no anger in his voice, only a quiet, terrifying certainty. “This is her home.”

“Her home?” your father scoffed, his gaze flicking past Pert’ah to you. “She belongs with her family, with her people. Not…” He gestured dismissively at Pert’ah. “Not here.”

You found your voice, though it trembled as you spoke. “I am where I belong. You have no right to be here.”

Your father’s eyes narrowed. “You are my daughter. I have every right. Do you have any idea what shame you’ve brought upon our family? Living out here with this… creature?”

Pert’ah’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the insult. Instead, he stepped fully into the doorway, blocking your father’s view of you. “Leave,” he said, his voice calm but brooking no argument. “You’re not welcome here.”

Your father bristled, but even he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the warning in Pert’ah’s tone. Still, he tried to push past. “I will speak to my daughter,” he insisted.

Pert’ah moved faster than you’d ever seen, his hand shooting out to grip your father’s shoulder. He didn’t hurt him, but the sheer size and strength of him were enough to stop the man in his tracks.

“She said no,” Pert’ah growled, his tusks bared. “If you’re smart, you’ll listen.”

Your father’s face twisted with anger and fear, but he stepped back, shaking off Pert’ah’s hand. “This isn’t over,” he spat, turning on his heel and storming off.

Pert’ah watched him go, his body tense until your father disappeared from view. Only then did he close the door and turn to you.

You were trembling, your hands clutching the edge of the table so tightly that your knuckles had gone white. He crossed the room in three long strides and knelt before you, his large hands gently covering yours.

“Little flower,” he said softly, his voice a balm to your frayed nerves. “Are you all right?”

The dam broke. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you shook your head. “I thought I was done with him,” you choked out. “I thought I… I thought he couldn’t hurt me anymore.”

Pert’ah’s face softened, and he carefully pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest, clutching at him as though he were the only thing keeping you anchored. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his touch gentle despite his strength.

“He won’t hurt you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “I won’t let him.”

You stayed like that for a long time, the steady beat of his heart grounding you as the storm of emotions began to subside. Finally, you pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything.”

His gaze was tender as he wiped a stray tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “Protecting you is as natural to me as breathing.”

You managed a small smile, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Let me get you some tea,” he said, standing and guiding you to a chair. “You need to rest.”

You watched him move around the kitchen, his large hands surprisingly deft as he prepared the tea. The sight of him, so steady and sure, filled you with a sense of safety you hadn’t known you needed.

When he returned, he handed you the steaming cup and sat beside you, his presence a comforting weight. “What will you do if he comes back?” you asked hesitantly.

His eyes darkened, but his voice remained calm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. But I don’t think he’ll return. He knows he’s not welcome here.”

You nodded, taking a sip of the tea. The warmth spread through you, easing the last of your trembling. “I’m not afraid of him anymore,” you said softly. “Not with you here.”

He reached out and took your hand, his grip firm but reassuring. “You are stronger than you know, little flower,” he said. “But you don’t have to face him alone. Not anymore.”

Tears filled your eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude, of love. You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling with the certainty that, no matter what, you would face the future together.

[madcat-world]

Blind King - Vulpes-Ibculta

[madcat-world]

From ChrisKotiesen

[moth-in-the-broth]

lagoon lady

[thefarmerandthewolf]

Happy Howlidays from 'The Farmer and The Wolf'!

May your gingerbread be uneaten by a beast of the night!

[buildmeafairytale]

'you attract what you fear'

ahhh a mean dommy werewolf lady deciding im her mate, ahhh so scary

[yuriguild]

@softquietbee @pit-choun

[gritpyre]

merry yurimas everynyan

[vermilllionsands]

[possumcollege]

Drawing a whole lot of goat expressions

[paulgadzikowski]

One reason not to dehumanize the people you hate as monsters is fostering the dangerously misleading mindset that human beings are incapable of such evil. Another reason not to dehumanize the people you hate as monsters is it's mean to the monsters.

monsterfuckers will see an unfuckable monster and dream of ways to fuck them

[unwelcome-ozian]

[babayanska]

Forgot to post my festive girls here for Christmas… Here they are!