#monsterfucker stickers

[ghost-cwunch]

More sapphic monster romance brainrot (i made stickers of them lmfao)

I love them sm sjshaghd give me name suggestions pls! idk what to name them still ;-;

[monstrousdesirestudy]

I’m so pleased you’re happy with them and their quality!!! So excited for everyone to get theirs and decorate their knickknacks with monsterfucking fun

Yee! I got my @monstrousdesirestudy stickers! They are actually even better than was hoped for! The plastic is higher quality than I'm used to for even standard "Good" stickers! These are clearly gonna give good durability!

[neonstardustart]

Updated my Etsy with new photos!

If you like bookish, adult, and monster-themed stickers and prints, please check it out here!

[birdofparadissee]

"And They Were Monsters" - an art book for monster lovers, via @Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/novaandmali/and-they-were-monsters-an-art-book-for-monster-lovers?ref=android_project_share

Calling all my fellow monster fuckers out there to help back this AMAZING Kickstarter! Obviously, being an art book all about monsterous lovers, it is very much NSFW. But everything looks absolutely divide from the peeks they've given us!! Tons of extra goodie options, and tons of beautiful artwork!! All images / screenshots taken directly from the campaign page, none of the art is mine! Link posted at begining of text, will also pm it to anyone in case it doesn't work right from the post.

[artnarchistwitchcraft]

made stickers from my tarot deck cards (in case you're interested they're available on my etsy).

also the final tarot deck (not just stickers) is coming out soon <3.

[surfs-up-brian]

Help.

[edgygayguy]

nidus prime prepared me for everything ill take the helminth infection even if it kills me 🧎

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[ms--lobotomy]

Yes, I am aware that hemipenes are found on reptiles rather than Mahi Mahi. Mahi Mahi also nut in the ocean, and I'm not going to have him nut in your pool. I have standards. Konrad still has one nut. [Previous] [Next]

Summary: this is where you fuck for the first time

Word Count: 1314

Content Warnings: SMUT, giving reader stretch marks because I am feeling so silly, light monsterfucking, eatin out, squirting, crying during sex even though its really light sex

Image Credit: @squishyowl

He positioned you on the ledge, staring up reverently at you. He thumbed at your side and rested his head on your lap. The tips of his hair fell into the water, radiating out from him like the rays of the sun. You giggled.

"How do you get this thing off?" he asked, half taking the piss before tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Like this?" He began to pull it up. You lifted your arms. It came off, not unlike peeling a sticker from a smooth surface. He cast it aside before he snaked his way up your body. He pressed his head into your chest, the tip of his chin on your cleavage. Your legs parted, wrapping around him as much as they could.

"Two shirts?" he asked again. You felt clawed fingers slip under the back of your sports bra as he moved his face away from you slightly.

"It's... it's a sports bra." You turned your face away from him and folded your hands over your chest.

"A sports bra?" He tugged at the bottom of it.

"Y-yeah," you replied. You ran your fingers over your knuckles before you lifted your arms back into the air and he pulled off your soggy sports bra. His eyes widened.

"What is it?" you asked sheepishly.

"You..." he mumbled, grabbing for your breast and holding it in his hand. "It's you, my... liege."

You felt blood rush to your face as he kissed you right below the nub he wasn't holding. Your legs pressed against him, tightening like a vice. "Your liege?" you asked weakly. You tangled your hands in his hair, surprisingly soft under your fingers.

"Mine," he said as he pulled away briefly.

"Mm," you started, rubbing at his scalp. "Yours."

He ducked back in to bite you softly. His teeth were sharp against you, but you could still feel him holding back over your soft flesh. You inhaled sharply before letting out a slight moan and tilting your head back.

When you thought you couldn't take any more on the left, he moved to the right and started to work you there. You felt his teeth graze the most sensitive area on your chest, and a shiver went down your spine. You squeaked out his name, again and again.

After a while, he started to trail kisses down your stomach. He ran his claw along your stretch marks, making you shudder. As you looked down at him, he kissed every last one of them. His hands were at the small of your back now, pulling you in closer.

"Why are you...?" you trailed off before he shushed you with a finger to your lips.

"Let me love you the way you should be," he said, almost as if to himself.

You melted in his arms, leaning back over the wet concrete. He darted his arms over to catch you, meeting your soft flesh before it could tear open. You looked over yourself at him, legs opening instinctively before you realized that your shorts were still on.

"Let me get those off of you," he mumbled as he used his other hand to tug at your pants. He raised his eyebrows when he saw your underwear, but dutifully pulled them off as well. His hands met each other behind you, making something cool for you to lean back on. You shuddered as he closed his eyes, guiding himself to your needy cunt.

He was gentle. His tongue was rough; longer than it should be on him, but his eyes soon opened as he looked up at you. Your brain began to fog up, thinking of nothing but him pleasuring you. You cried out, soon putting a hand over your mouth. He moaned into you before he pulled away for just a second.

"You're safe with me. Let it out," he cooed, his thumb running over your shoulder.

A shiver went down your spine before you relaxed in him and your hand fell from your face. "I... am," you said weakly.

"You are," he replied, nuzzling between your legs before he began to feast again. You felt him hit places that someone shouldn't be able to, and you moaned softly as you ran your hands through his hair again. Your head tilted back, and you felt yourself squirt around him as a long and drawn out moan escaped your lips.

He cleaned you up as you bottomed out and clarity began to return to you. Your chest heaved up and down as he rocked you down into the water, carrying you to the shallow end of the pool.

"Mortarion..." you mumbled, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes?" he asked, sitting on the stairs and positioning you on his lap, facing him. His hands were on your waist, grinding you against his cocks.

"I..." you started, not quite knowing what to say.

"Is everything okay, liege?"

You felt tears begin to sting your eyes as you buried your face in his chest. "'m fine," you said, wrapping your arms around him.

He pried you off, tilting your face up as the red in your eyes became more pronounced. "You're crying," he said, running his other hand through your hair. "Does anything hurt?"

"Mmm, no," you replied, looking up at him. "Just not used to being treated like this, I guess."

He said your name, each syllable cascading gently from his mouth before he pulled you back towards him. "I won't hurt you," he said quietly as your hand brushed up against one of his cocks. "I won't hurt you. I promise." Your head was against his chest now, and you could feel his heartbeats thrum rapidly, his breath slightly ragged against you.

"I trust you," you said as you closed your eyes.

"Thank you," he said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down on one of his cocks. You chirped, your eyes already rolling back and the tension in your shoulders releasing. You went limp against him as he slowly filled you out. He put a comforting hand to your back as he buried himself all the way in. He kept you there for a moment, panting slightly, before he thrust back a little bit and fucked into you gently.

Your eyes closed slightly as he took you, taking his time with you as his chest muffled your moans. He grunted with each thrust, and it made you bounce on him despite the slow pace. You moaned his name again and again, looking up at him.

He was smiling. It was a gentle expression on his face, which only brightened as he saw you look up at him. You threw your arms around him, whispering nonsense about how pretty he looked between thrusts.

When your eyes had fallen shut again, he took you off of him. They opened, and you looked down with a questioning gaze before he speared you back on his other.

"O-oh!" you cried as he began to resume his pace, staring lovingly down at you. "Mortarion--"

"What is it?" he asked. You felt him speeding up, and he snaked his way up the stairs quickly as you clenched around him. He turned so that you were facing the pool, and he was facing away.

"Mortarion, I'm about to-- aah!" you cried out, gushing on him again. You felt your vision blur for a moment before he came into you as well, throbbing. You felt your stomach grow with how hard he came, his other cock spurting helplessly onto the concrete. You collapsed on him, a heaving mess.

He leaned back, floating in the pool while you were atop him. He put his tail fin to you back, stroking it lightly. You moaned again, and he took one of your hands and pressed it against the top of his chest.

"You're safe here," he said.

"I am."

Taglist: @bispecsual @justeverythingnothingelse @bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae @historitor-bookshelf

[rinwellisathing]

Get to know my OCs: modern vibes: who would they be in a modern setting?

Sentry Ojeda:

Edgelord goth core art kid. Always has a sketchbook and pens, noise canceling headphones covered in edgy stickers, horror and band merch, hand-distressed clothing and big hair, kinda unintentionally smug and gate keepy about how obscure his favorite music and horror movies are, if you invite him to your tabletop game, he is edgy mcedgelord. Big fan of Jhonen Vazquez.

Wysp Silksong:

Indie musician, cat dad, cool guy working at the record store who always plays at coffee house open mic nights and pines after the guy he likes that he just can't confess to. Mostly keeps to himself and unironically posts how much better he likes his cats than people.

Kroger of Creche K'liir:

Super serious medical student. Over achiever in highschool, dangerously close to burnout, survives on triple shots of espresso and protein bars, this will all be worth it when he's a doctor. Family is everything and he is overworking himself trying to keep his family happy this whole time. Goes to the gym to stay in shape but also secretly likes to be around all the work out bros.

Jaina Thalassia:

Beach and books girlie. Surfing, reading on the beach, collecting shells, special interest is marine biology and nautical history, equally a crystals and goddess energy girl. Disability advocate as well because of her illness, good with kids and clowns on people who hate on kids online. Theatre kid

Jackal Silk:

The guy you cross the street to avoid, probably spent too much time on 4chan and reddit, toxic masculinity and cringe tough guy shit, trolls people constantly, tough guy copy pasta energy.

Octavia of Creche K'liir:

Plushie collector, monsterfucker, long info deep dives and getting caught up watching hours long video essays online, kinda a 'well actually'person, always taking notes, shitty student but full of obscure facts and information, infodumping.

[rotaryclaw13]

Fellow Trigun-enjoyers, I present for your reading pleasure... "Bumper Sticker Reads: 'Protect Your Local Cryptid'"

This fic is a Vashwood slow-ish burn. Wolfwood POV. Cryptid Vash. It will be a longer fic (100k+ word count). Currently rated Mature, but will update to Explicit later in the story. (Don't worry, Wolfwood will get to grow into the beautiful monsterfucker we all know he is at heart)

Beta Read!

New chapter posted every two weeks.

✌️🤞

[kaijujungle]

hello!! im excited to announce im launching a sticker club!! if you join before the end of november youre eligible for getting this months design, nidhogg!! i have a secret monsterfucker option available on my 🔞🐲 subscribestar as well

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[onbearfeet]

Things I said at SDCC today, in case you think it's all Hollywood sizzle reels:

"Do you have a stegosaurus sticker? They're my favorite. Love a thagomizer, me."

"Fuck yeah, the bronze guy is back!"

"Does your art supply booth sell pens?" (The answer was no, three times.)

"Why, yes, this IS a werewolf. Are you in need of a cuddle?"

"Hey, Crowley! Fancy Aziraphale says he'll be at Lego."

"I fully support monsterfucking, but making it your exclusive focus can be a tad limiting."

"May I pet your sketchbooks?"

"Greetings, or possibly meowdy. I am here for the cat with the revolver."

"I came right over because I'm having a werewolf crisis and it requires werewolf stickers and I went, you know who would have werewolf stickers in my time of need? DAILEN WOULD!"

"There are two neat things about nobody recognizing your cosplay. The first is that they want to cuddle your stuffie with no context. The second is that no one thinks you might be hiding a weapon in it."

"Okay, but WHY is there an orchestra?"

"Do you happen to have any ants?"

"FUCK YEAH SKULLS"

"FUCK YEAH MOTHMAN"

"The cat stole my badge. Yes, really. Of course I have a picture of the cat. Her cuteness enables her crimes."

[emeritus-fuckers]

Match-up event - Jez

(Nyx and I decided to match each other up for lols)

Let's go. I'm twenty, agender (afab), somewhere between bi and pansexual, poly and somewhere under the aromantic umbrella. Don't mind any pronouns in particular. I want one match-up with a human and one with a ghoul (let's see how you handle it babes). I study writing, might pick up a second major in journalism, dunno yet. Theistic satanist. Monsterfucker. Mask kink af.

I'm 164 centimeters tall (I'm not looking it up in feet). I've got a soft tummy and pretty good ass (lmao). You know how I look like, though I am planning to dye my hair blue.

They're not done yet, but I wanna include this anyway: tattoos. I'm not including any that could guide you to a potential result :p

Little cartoon seal on my right arm (for my sister)

Little cartoon panda on my right arm (for my brother)

Spider-Punk emblem on my left shoulder

666 under my left collar bone

A little plague doctor on my right arm

Also planning to get a shit ton of piercings all over my body. (Not just face and ears if you know what i mean), but that's for later. I like getting my nails done, usually to colors are symbolic or just a reference to something.

I usually wear skinny jeans and hoodies with some weird print. I love oversized hoodies, they are like my main source of comfort. I have chains attached to my pants, and I love wearing too many necklaces. I usually have ghearrings (the ghost crosses) in my ears and another one on a chain around my neck. Also wearing a Baphomet (like the goat head in a pentagram) necklace, a pride heart one, a matching besties necklace with Vic and occasionally a choker. I do occasionally do all out, wearing a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and the listed jewelry with my favorite rainbow sneakers and round sunglasses. With lots of rings, mostly something skull/plant/occult themed. Always silverish color, never gold. I don't like gold.

Outside from Ghost, I mostly listen to rock and different kinds of metal. And FNaF songs.

I was a Creepypasta kid. Aside from Polish and English I speak some German and bits of Italian, but very little. I can read most arabic letters (as in I know what sounds they make).

I have lots of different posters on my walls and I have stickers on my furniture because I grew up too fast and I'm catching up on my childhood now. I've got mental issues, including but not limited to autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, mommy issues and daddy issues. I like calling them my pokemon.

I like writing (though I barely have time for that) and re-watching Total Drama (watched it 8 times just this year) since it manages to keep my attention, something most movies fail to do, which is why I barely watch anything. I get bored very easily. I play the Sims 4 a lot, but I can't build in it for the life of me. I'm amazing at building in the Sims 3. Big fan of Assassin's Creed (I don't like the new ones, though, since it doesn't feel like AC anymore to me). I own many true crime and paranormal activity books, though I can barely read at this point. I like manga, though. Currently collecting the Soul Eater series. I love plushies. I got a new one today. Their name is Pyza. (Yes, they're enby, I even got them a pin)

I know way more about butterflies than I should. I know lots of useless trivia in general. Most of it disturbing. I'm tired 24/7, but my body either wakes up before 7AM or after 6 hours exactly and it's impossible for me to fall asleep again. My room is usually a mess, but that's okay, so am I.

I'm a total introvert, but I'm also so tired with life I forced myself to become the extrovert of the group. I'm really loud if I like people, although my affection is usually random touches on someone's arms and shoulders with a strange noise. I make noises. A lot.

For some reason, babies love me. Even though I personally dislike children. I love pets, though. All sorts of pets. Cats, dogs, snakes, spiders... Anything. If I can pet it, I want to pet it. I love moths from the attacus family, I mean just look at this gorgeous girl!

As for my personality, aside from daily mental breakdowns, I'm relatively chill, just... Very unhinged. I talked about Secondo's dick piercings in McDonald's. Compared to the shit I say, Terzo's an angel.

I think that's all. Have fun babes <3 - Jez

[hauntedhowlett]

DIN DJARIN TENTACLES?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!

DIN BUT MAKE HIM LOVECRAFT

also have this sticker 💕 fellow monsterfucker