#i think beastie is the first monstrous character i've shipped with that i didn't make a monster-y s/i to match actually

[fictionallyinparadise]

UPDATE I stopped being a coward. Have a little snippet of me tryna work out the dynamic.

Uh tw for body horror descriptions Ig

The large monster was always so gentle with me. Whenever it picked me up it was so ginger, as if I was a little doll that it could shatter. Whenever it "spoke" to me, it's volume was lowered to a comfortable level. Not a blaring screech, but not too difficult to hear either. Despite that it could hear me from being on the ground, it would crouch to my level. Despite how it's limbs looked incredibly wrong whenever that happened, to the point that I was worried it was painful. Thankfully, it was not painful.

It used to be nervous about it's appearance scaring me away. At first, it was quite off putting to see skin and muscle that looked somehow wrong and felt like leather on something like it, sure. But I grew used to it, grew fond of it. The times that it let me curl up and nap on it's shoulder or in it's palm where the comfiest naps I've ever taken. Warm and safe. It made me feel warm and safe.

I've seen what my beloved creature can do to people. How it lures "prey" in, how it manipulates people using mimicry. But that was always interesting to me. Maybe that was the human desire to understand everything or my own curiosity that drowned out fear. I never had a moment of wondering 'what if it's just playing cat and mouse with me'.

I trusted the large monster with my life and my love, and have had yet to be disappointed.

Despite being built for roughness, it softened so greatly around me. Not entirely, of course. It was still bigger than the tree-line and had razor sharp fingers, but those features were not used to hurt me. Purposely, of course; there's been mistakes in the past where it misjudged picking me up and left a scratch or took a step too close and knocked me down. Those were things it couldn't control and I didn't want it too.

I loved that it was so large. Whenever on it's shoulder, I could see the most gorgeous view, and it could move to show me even more! It made me feel safe, that no matter where I was, it could camouflage away from first glances and keep me safe. I loved that it's fingers were sharp enough to cut steel. Holding those fingers were tricky since I didn't fancy getting scratched, but I'm determined to work around that. It deserves to have it's hand held, even if it's just a finger!

Sometimes, though, I wonder why it cares for me so. There's endless large creatures that would be easier for it to love and care for, but it ignores those and indulges in me, a fragile human that can't open jars without struggling.

It doesn't think of me as some sort of "pet" either. Despite the large amounts of differences, it views me as equal. I'm the same as any other human it's lured to death but it shows no intention of wanting that fate for me.

I don't understand it. And I think it likes that I don't understand everything about it. Maybe even giant monsters with sirens for heads enjoys being tall, dark, and mysterious!

My gay little monster loving heart looks at S//irenhead and goes ",,,husband?" but my logical brain goes "is it morally right to self ship with someone else's funky OC".