#monstrata fracture

[werecreature-addicted]

cryptid coffeehouse is a lovely finished visual novel with a great love interest. Tri City Monsters is more about werewolf-ish monsters and is spicy, but it's still in early development (though the author is active on tumblr). Monstrata Fracture is also in development, a nice casual visual novel, has a good cast, but unfortunately there's not much content. And Cloud Meadow is furry porn. Very well animated, however, and it does have a lot of interesting designs and a lot of monsters among those. Its gameplay and story are also really engaging imo

thank you for the recs anon.

[stephschoices]

picrews of my mcs pt. 29/? ((link to picrew used))

daphne (body count , @bodycountgame ) || felicity (the neptune diaries , @theneptunediaries )

hani (obey me) || kennedy (foreign affairs , @playchoices )

sky (supernatural in new york , @llamagirl28 ) || ivy (monstrata fracture , @astralore )

~ about my characters ~

[astralore]

22 & 24 for cailean 🥰 ( - @stephschoices )

Thank you! Let's see here... (Who is interviewing, you ask? I don't know! Imagine whoever you want haha) 22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

Cailean blinks, momentarily unable to process the question. Then, slowly, the magenta flush rises from his neck, over his cheekbones, all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I, uh... Why?"

The interviewer smiles and sits back in her chair, her posture relaxed and nonthreatening. "Come on, Cailean, I'm supposed to be the one asking questions here. You'll put me out of a job."

"Oh... Right. Sorry." Cailean swallows and shifts nervously in his seat. "I don't really think about things like that."

"Really? You've never imagined what it would feel like to meet The One? How it would play out, what they would do or say to make you know they were the one for you?" She gestures to him. "Go ahead, close your eyes and tell me what you see."

Cailean takes a shaky breath and his tail twitches anxiously, but after a moment, he closes his eyes. Absently, he crosses one arm over his chest and grasps one of the straps that lays across his collarbone. He takes a deep breath, seeming a little steadier.

"I guess they would... make me feel safe? No, wait, that sounds stupid... Maybe they'd just listen, even if I don't have anything to say. We could talk about our dreams for the future and somehow... they'd just line up together. And they'd be able to understand me and they wouldn't..."

He stops, teeth clenched tightly. Less than a second later, he lets out a tense laugh. "Forget it. The rest of that sentence is pathetic."

He opens his eyes, but he doesn't make eye contact. "Honestly, I'm not sure that any of that stuff matters anyway. People can act as sincere as they want and it can still just be... an act."

He laughs again, this time apologetically. "Sorry. I guess that didn't really answer your question."

24. What would you consider your main love language?

Cailean furrows his brow. "What's a love language?"

The interviewer smiles and patiently explains the concept of the five love languages. Cailean mulls this over for a few minutes, eyebrows still drawn together in concentration. "So, the love language that I would like to receive or the one I'm more likely to display?"

"Are they different for you?"

"I'm... I'm not sure." He leans back, tilting his head as he considers the options. "Maybe they're the same? I think I'm probably either 'Acts of Service' or 'Quality Time', if it's okay to pick two."

"And what if you had to narrow it down to just one?"

"Uh, I'll go with 'Quality Time', I guess. That's probably close enough."

[moonlit--river]

10 Tag Game!!

Starting this over to keep from clogging up y'alls feed aaa

Rules: list 10 of your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, and tag 10 people to do the same

1. Kennyo: Ikemen Sengoku

2. Uesugi Kenshin: Samurai Love Ballad: Party

3. Vetra Nyx: Mass Effect: Andromeda

4. Piper: Fallout 4

5. Oliver Knight: Ikemen Revolution

6. Seiya Kou: Sailor Moon

7. Jean d'Arc: Ikemen Vampire

8. Bao Crane: Tempest Tides

9. Deka: Monstrata Fracture

10. Rosa Diaz: Brooklyn 99

Here come the tags! Don't feel pressured to do this, n don't mind me if I tag someone who's already been tagged lmao

@ikesengoficss @yaystew @yamamotokansuke @pseudofaux @dangodaifuku @otonymous @shadowfairyy @nan-chi @uesugi-miu @cailannuesugi

[enygmass]

Title: Fragments

Author: Ames

Wordcount: 2355

Fandom: Not batman for once [whoa]

Synopsis: Brief glimpses of Nikolai’s life from birth (ish??) to the first scene of the game

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So I haven’t written one-shots in so long, but I discovered the game Monstrata Fracture like a hot min ago and haven’t been able to get it off my mind so like… if you wanna bag yourself a monster babe then you should jump over to @astralore [or their itchi.io] and check it out, i���m js... ^^

Anyway I may be botching this but I a) love Nikolai and b) love delving into characters pasts, so let's rock and roll, kids

Everything this is based on was snagged from the game play, mythology books, and lore that was answered on the blog 

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When the eggs were retrieved from the ocean, the fortune teller had announced that the speckling on the shell of the seventh egg looked “off.” The second fortune teller agreed, and the third one had not protested the former declaration.The three fortune tellers were sisters, renowned for the accuracy of their predictions, and for them to state such a thing with brutal bluntness brought immediate attention to this small, stunted, seventh egg. Albeit, a declaration that this seventh child would bring great things had come along with the unusual spotting, yes, but the unusual spotting was what stood most clear in the minds of all who were present. 

The young mothers did their best to pay it no heed. Alkonosts were superstitious by nature. Their ancestors had brought with them tales of dangers in the woods, of beasts in the snowdrifts, and of consequences for every action. Once, this declaration of unusual spotting may have brought dread to the ears of any parent, but the two mothers were of a more modern mentality. They thanked the sisters, inclining their heads with grace, before sweeping the eggs up into their arms and leaving. 

Seven eggs, seven children, and the seventh, to be a son. 

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Nikolai could not recall the exact procedure that led him to become a he. 

What he could recall were colours. Colours of all kinds; reds, golds, blues, greens. It was a myriad of hues that swirled before his naive eyes. He remembered that he had tried to speak. He had wanted to say something to his mothers, perhaps ask them what the colours represented, but he was silenced by a talon coming down and pressing upon his chest like a weight. 

Then, with the colours, there had suddenly been pain. Magic always had a consequence. This was a concept that had been drilled into the minds of any species that lived in their realm. Any entity that used magic, was exposed to magic, or even so much as learned about magic, knew that it took as much as it gave.

It felt like he was being reborn. 

A part of him wondered why he had agreed to this, although the reward held greater merit. To be able to feel like he was truly himself made the process worthwhile. Not to mention that the sprawling records of their family lineage that his mothers’ kept locked away indicated that he was not the first one in their family line to go through with this procedure.  

The process overall lasted minutes, but to Nikolai, it felt like centuries. It was only when the colours faded away and the bombardment of sensations fell to a dull thrumming in his mind did he become aware of his mothers’ voices. 

“Take him back to his room. The recovery process…”

“The recovery process can be tedious.” Another voice, less familiar and more jarring, cut his mothers’ protests short. Nikolai struggled to see who the owner was as the world seemed to spin in front of his eyes. He could make out the form of another Alkonost woman, with brown feathers meticulously groomed, standing a few feet away. Her lips were pursed in a thin line and her golden eyes were fixated on someone behind Nikolai’s prone form. 

“But it has never failed. He’ll be fine within a few days.” Another shift, and Nikolai felt himself being lifted from his position on the floor. The Alkonost woman’s gaze moved to meet Nikolai’s and her lips, if possible, drew into an even tighter line. “Contact us if problems arise, although I think there won’t be. I highly doubt the one who is supposed to be destined for ‘great things’ will be going away any time soon.”

With that, she turned away as the world in front of Nikolai’s eyes faded to black. 

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“Nikolai.” The voice of his teacher snapped Nikolai out of his daze, forcing him to turn his gaze from the treeline outside to the front of the classroom. An Alkonost woman stood at the front, her grey feathers adorned with silver, and a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re lost, again.” 

“Not lost,” Nikolai was quick to protest as he straightened his back. “Just thinking.” 

“And what were we thinking of today?” The amusement was not lost in her tone as she settled herself on the edge of her desk. Her name was Lada, and she had been teaching him and his sisters to sing since they were hatchlings. His mothers’ could have taught them, but they were too busy with their political careers. Hence why Lada was in their lives. 

Singing was, unsurprisingly, a major part of an Alkonosts life. Singing was involved in everything they did: celebrations, mourning, daily routines, even mundane tasks such as cleaning often led to a chorus of songs from the flock engaged. One of the most profound memories Nikolai held was singing at a chapel during a Christmas celebration. The way the chapel had been lit in a brilliant golden glow, with holly entwining its columns, and how the room had been filled with Alkonost of all colour and kind singing with their glorious voices, was burned into his mind. He held onto it with every ounce of strength he had, in fear that he would never experience it again. 

“The regulations.” He spoke what he thought because he knew that Lada would find out either way. The regulations were on his mind a lot lately. His mothers had taken him aside and explained that his family, in particular, were under government watch for the use of their voices. An average Alkonost could wipe an individual's memories for 12-24 hours with the right training. Nikolai’s family could wipe them for more than 48. In fact, an ancestor of his had been known to have a voice that could wipe memories for years, if she so chose. 

“Ah.” Lada’s smile slipped and she fixed him with a more stern look. “What about the regulations?”

The question was so simple, but enough to cause Nikolai’s shoulders to tense up. It was no secret that the regulations were greatly protested by many Alkonost, but there were a few in the mixes—Lada included—who believed they saw the benefits of the regulations. 

“They’re unethical, that’s what,” Nikolai was quick to snap with his response, his brow furrowing as he turned to face his tutor. “Why should we be restricted when our gift doesn’t even make it into the harmful category of magic? Vampires have no restrictions on their compulsion abilities, and I dare say that being able to persuade someone to do something like slaughter their family is much more dire than causing memory loss for a day. Not to mention the lack of restrictions on Banshees, Fae, or even Kelpies. God knows their abilities are worth a ban.” 

Lada’s expression betrayed no emotions as she folded her talons on her lap, allowing Nikolai his brief vent. It was only when there was a pause for breath between his rants did she speak. 

“You’re forgetting, Nikolai, that many of the individuals you’ve listed have their own struggles they deal with. Yes, they may not have restrictions, but they’re subjected to far worse.” Lada’s lips twisted to a grimace as she fixed him with a stern gaze. “Like the slave trade, for example. No Alkonost is subject to that, but I can tell you that many Kelpies are.” 

The slave trade. It was one of Lada’s main points to bring up whenever they got into this debate. Nikolai was young, yes, but he was well educated in what the slave trade incorporated. Many Alkonost and other higher-class species had a hand in its ongoing, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear it discussed at Alkonost events. Nikolai bit his tongue. It was better to not discuss those kinds of things with Lada; she usually found a way to make several fair points to counter any objection Nikolai voiced. He wasn’t a fan of the trade either, but his resentment didn’t run as deep as Lada’s did. 

“Why don’t we get back to the topic at hand?” Lada clapped her talons together and stood back up, gesturing for Nikolai to come closer. “We can practice a piece from принц огня, if you would like?” 

принц огня was an Alkonost tale from the old country about an Alkonost Prince with red, gold, and violet plumage who discovered he had the ability to control fire. Most people chalked it up that he was a phoenix mixed into the nest, but it was still one of Nikolai's favorite stories to listen to when he was a hatchling—only because he saw so much of himself in the Prince. Not to mention that both of them had received ill-fated prophecies about how they were destined for greatness, although the Prince's ended off on a much more tragic note. From what the text said, his magic cost him the life of his loved one, and although his powers brought great change for the Alkonosts, his grief over his partner's death drove him into utter despair. The story ended off with the Prince becoming nothing but a wandering hermit who sang a mournful ballad, much to many's chagrin. Alkonosts rarely felt, but when they did feel, they felt with their entire being, and the Prince's story showed how dire the consequences of this could be. 

Gathering himself, Nikolai frowned at Lada's abrupt change of topic, but nodded his head regardless. In the end, it was best to focus on lessons rather than politics. 

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"You seem preoccupied." Rishika's voice all but purred in Nikolai's ear as she settled herself beside him, tucking her feathers in as she did so. The sunlight filtering between the tree leaves and into the courtyard caused Nikolai to squint a bit as he turned his head to address her. She was looking rather smug this morning. 

"What did you do now?" Rishika, for all she was worth, was quite notorious for inciting a bit of trouble wherever she went. Nikolai had found this out himself when they met in high school, which he so fondly called the 'Incident'. She became a close friend of his after the 'Incident' occurred. She also became a fast enemy of the two students; they ended up getting expelled, although Nikolai was more responsible for that outcome. Not that anyone would say that, of course.

Rishika had the audacity to look offended at his question for just a moment, before a wide grin split across her face. "I got the dog girl—Aileen, I think her name was?—to loan me some of her assignments for cheap. At least now I'll finally get what McCal is talking about in their statistics classes." 

"Did you blackmail her or something?" Another more disapproving tone interjected before Nikolai could get a word in. A flash of raven-black feathers indicated the arrival of Faust, who promptly settled himself into his usual position on Nikolai's right. Rishika shook her head vigorously.

"Hardly! I just needed to ask, and she was more than obliging." She tutted a bit before closing her eyes. "Sometimes simply asking is the best way."

"She was probably terrified." Nikolai's own lips twitched into a grin as he surveyed the courtyard. "You're a rather intimidating person, even when you aren't trying to be." 

The courtyard was less busy than usual, which was odd. The last gasps of the summer months often drew everyone to the outdoors in a bid to bask in the warmth before the long winter set in. Nikolai knew for a fact that he wasn't too eager to have to bundle up again, hence why he was out here. His body was naturally warm and to be wrapped in scarves and blankets was near-torture for him. This didn't seem to be the same case for others. Besides the flock of Alkonosts, there was a wyvern, a fae, a faun, and a few groups of various other species dispersed among the trees. 

"Well, I'm rather flattered by that declaration, Nikolai." Rishika rested a talon on her chest as she sent him a rueful smirk. "It's the closest thing to a compliment you've ever given." 

Now it was Faust's turn to give a scoff as he leaned back on the picnic bench, focusing his attention skywards. Nikolai followed his gaze to the windows of the North Courtyard. The university itself was impressive, but the architecture was truly a marvel. Given that the university was an old castle generously loaned by a few nobles, the mixture of gothic arches with Edwardian flair was breathtaking when first seen. After several classes and near breakdowns, though, Nikolai deduced that it lost a bit of its charm. 

He was about to prod Faust to see what was on his mind—presumably, something to do with James—but a flash of colours in one of the windows caught his attention first. The figure that the colour belonged to seemed to pause and look towards them, as though they knew they were being observed. Nikolai's smile grew broader as he leaned forward, taking in their still form. Alkonosts had wonderful sight-another perk of their natural predation- and Nikolai could see every detail of their observer's face. He leaned to his right and jabbed his elbow sharply into Faust's side, gesturing to the observer. 

"It seems like we have an audience." Faust focused his attention to where Nikolai had indicated, and arched an eyebrow in response. 

Nikolai, in return, leaned forward further and shot a rather exaggerated wink and kiss to where the observer stood, prompting Faust to let out a chuckle. The observer seemed to bristle at the attention and hurry off, leaving Nikolai to watch their form disappear past the remaining few windows. 

"Was that necessary?" Faust asked, closing his eyes again. 

"Well, I strive to make our audiences feel welcomed. Besides," Nikolai paused and looked between his two friends. "Do any of you recognize what that was?"

Both Rishika and Faust shook their heads. None of the flock seemed able to assign what species their mysterious observer belonged to, leaving Nikolai feeling unsatisfied. Hopefully, he'd run into the observer at a closer proximity. 

They were interesting, and interesting things were something that Nikolai always strived to collect.

[iilinii]

Monstrata fracture update without context

[magic-mannon]

noah fence but i would die for deka

[youngmistressofchopchop]

Deka is a cute Skelton boi.

[yaovonne]

I'm so exhausted but here's my submission for the monstrata fracture art contest !!

[magerightsyeah]

quick fan art of my mc (Azure) and Elise from @astralore’s game Monstrata Fracture. Will go into more detail about her later and might do some more art of Elise.

[monstrousromance]

I keep forgetting to post, but look at all the cool merch I’ve got from Astralore!!

I’ve got... the Monstrata Fracture enamel pin, a nice note from them, all three of the current keychains (Cailean’s is currently on my necklace and Nikolai’s actually presiding over my keys), a custom sketch for pledging to their Patreon before the end of March (it’s Cailean with his hair up in a bun!!! so cute!!!), and they also threw in some of their business cards as well as some stickers!

this stuff makes me so happy ahhhhh there’s nothing I love more than having merch of things I love and supporting awesome people in the process!! 😭

[rachieboo99]

I was playing Monstrata Fracture again and I really liked this quote, so I decided to enter the fan work contest.

"All you have to do is be pretty."

[stephschoices]

picrews of my mcs pt. 22/? ((link to picrew used))

wren (attollo , @attollo ) || yeona (a mage reborn , @mage-parivir )

hani (obey me ) || maya (ofna: birds of a feather , @ofna )

arya (the golden rose , @anathemafiction ) || ivy (monstrata fracture , @astralore )

~ about my characters ~

[astralore]

There’s a scene I’d like to put into Nikolai’s next update where you meet one of his sisters. I’ve completely rewritten this scene three times now because I couldn’t decide which sister to use, and then I couldn’t decide how I wanted to portray her.  I think I’ve finally settled on a version that I like. Why did we give him so many sisters?! Oh well, I hope people will enjoy meeting her. 

[moonlit--river]

Omg my stuff from @astralore came in!!!

I got all three little charms, stickers(there's one of blushy Deka!!!!!!!!!), the little blushy Deka I requested from them a while ago, and a sweet little note!!

Thank you guys so so much aaaaah I'm so happy!!! Everything is so cute

[crazycheetah]

Mr.Popular,Meets Little Miss I Don't Care pt.1

(They said it was deleted and they couldn't restore it so I can only rewrite it sorry if it's a bit different,but I know people liked it so I wanted to put it back)

Desiray loved her sibling really she did,but she didn't like how calm and nice they were no matter what.Sawyer was kind to a fault,even if someone was rude,or obnoxious they would not say so.So Desiray usually did for them,but  she was going to another college at the time.She hated that she,couldn't be here to back them up.She now however,transferred to their college, due to them mentioning about strange disappearances at her new school. Desiray was waiting for her sibling outside their class,and beamed at their eyes lighting up when they spotted her. 

They began to explain how they were seeing strange-looking people,only making the older sibling concerned about their wellbeing.Sawyer stopped by a window and stared out of it curiously,causing her to do the same.She saw a flicker of something but soon saw nothing. "Are you sure your fine?" She asked in concern making Sawyer laugh nervously,saying maybe they're a bit tired. "Seriously Desiray,I'm fine"They attempted to calm their overly protective sibling.They sighed in relief when Desiray nodded and let it go,however later that day their sibling started to see the same kind of people. 

Desiray was a bit flustered and panicked when she went to find her sibling only to see them stopped by a flock of birds.Desiray narrowed her eyes, when she saw her sibling's nervous body language.She began to match over, not paying any mind to the young man nervously watching her like many others. " Oh yeah,like what? "Desiray heard the leader challenge her sibling making her stand between the group and them." Back off"She hissed at the group,she saw a glimpse of Sawyer relaxing at her presence,which made her even angrier,just what was this guy and his friends doing?

 "Oh,another one your even more mundane"He mocked not liking her approach to him. "And here I thought Tweety bird was sweet"She jeered making gasps be heard around them as things got eerily quiet. "Know your place human"He sneered his calm,uncaring demeanor slowly slipping away at her quick ,witty remarks." My place is making people like you are kicked off their pedestals,and back to reality"She stated glaring up at him as he now folded his arms across his chest.

 "Big talk coming from such a pipsqueak"He taunted smirking at her obvious annoyance,at him doing so." I'm surprised you knew the word bird brain "Desiray provoked annoying not only him,but his once laughing friends as those around them snickered or chuckled. " Do you know who I am? "He asked stepping closer as he leaned down close to her face which was stoic as ever." I don't care"Desiray snorted,which made anger come off him in waves.Who is she,how dare she,humiliate him like this!! "Your making a big mistake"He threatened as the woman's stoic face slowly gained a mocking smile." Still don't care"She laughed making whispers around them get louder. 

 "Come on just leave it Nikolai,she's a waste of time and space"The one that resembled a raven insisted ,causing her eyes to snap to them. "No need to get your feathers all ruffled dear" Desiray responded smirking at their tightened jaw,before turning her gaze back to the fuming man above her. "Can you stop now please?" The plea from Sawyer making her face fall back to stoic as she sighed and nodded walking away from the male that demanded she come back. 

 "Oh I'm going to enjoy breaking little miss I don't care"He growled as he swiftly turned around and marched down the hall. The once watching crowd parting out-of-the-way of the walking hellfire." She was so cool"A fawn commented to his friend that agreed saying,he's never seen Nikolai so mad. "This is going to be so much Fun to watch" was the last statement made before everyone went back to their own lives.

(Even if you can't use this for my replacement I wanted to post because I honestly had fun writing this and if you haven't Played the demo, Monstra Fracture by @astralore ,you should)