#ellie's introduction

[urcatgrl]

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hiya, i'm back ! ! !

i was active on here a while ago, and my name was len (aka. lenrhoades, lenmarston, lenclaiborne, etc.)

a lot of things changed, so i'm going to do a quick introduction (✿◠ᴗ◠)

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hii ꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

my name is ellie, my pronouns are she/her, i'm a cisgender girl, i'm straight, and i'm 17+ years old ! !

my hobbies are sleeping, listening to music, taking photos, drawing and sketching, collecting, baking, reading and writing, gaming, watching movies and series, doing my skincare and makeup, daydreaming, shopping, spending time with others, taking walks, vcing, and more /ᐠ - ⩊ -マ Ⳋ

my interests include some games (roblox, pjsk, mc, sims 4, l&ds, and more), music (sabrina carpenter, ateez, illit, mitski, laufey, girl in red, chappell roan, adrianne lenker, beabadoobee, and more), sanrio, art, photography, cute things, sleeping, fashion and aesthetics, animals (specifically cats), vocaloid, animanga, collecting, baking and cooking, nature, literature, movies and series, astronomy, languages, history, and more ! !

my favorite sakuverse character of all-time is isaac right now (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡

i refer to myself as a cat(-girl) often (not a furry), just a disclaimer . .

basic DNI — aside from that, anyone may interact

i will likely write for the sakuverse (primarily isaac), kpop groups, l&ds, and other fandoms (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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i hope we can all be friends ! ! !

[korn-dawg]

get to know your author !! (me)

i feel like i've gone on a little too long without properly introducing myself, so here's my intro !! (here's my masterlist too hehe)

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name : you can call me just about anything ! Ivelle works best, though !!

age : 19

sexuality : if you couldn't tell by the colors already i'm a lesbian hehe

fav color : either yellow or green !!

fav artists/bands : ghost bc, she wants revenge, bauhaus, skinny puppy, strawberry switchblade, tv girl, soap&skin, the cure, deftones, girl in red, coven, siouxsie & the banshees, slipknot, snot, rob zombie/white zombie, korn, sophia isella, twin temple, arctic monkeys, baby metal, and hanabie. !!!

fav sanrio character(s) : the little twin stars, kiki and lala !!!!

fav games/game series : resident evil (fav is prob 5), silent hill, lollipop chainsaw, TLOU, COD (specifically BO:3), GOW, BG3, animal crossing, mario kart

fav show : arcane or cells at work!

fav movie : texas chainsaw massacre

fav emoji : 🪐

hobbies : writing (duh), photography, baking, dyeing my hair, sewing

working towards being .. : an obstetric anesthesiologist !

how often do i post ? : i post pretty often ! around a few times a week, whenever have free time !

why did i start writing ? : i had a fic idea that i didn't see anywhere so i wrote it myself ... 😭

who do i like writing the most ? : ada wong; i know i've published legit only 1 fic on her but i have sosososo many more in my drafts i love her sm

who do i like writing the least ? : men.

am i taking requests ? : yes !! i do have a tracker if you wanna double check on my master list !!!

do i do emoji anons ? : yes, i do !! there r literally no spots filled i jst know my anons by the type of fics they request (i can kinda piece it tg if you request multiple versions of the same concept 😭)

do i do fic recs? : not currently, but i might in the future !

why do i write fics the way i do ? : I write fics in a hc-esque format because it's easier for me to keep my posting at a consistent pace (full form fics take time for me to complete) and I find them overall more enjoyable to write !! This doesn't mean I won't write full fics, they're just gonna be rare to see !

who do i write for ? : I write for almost anyone !! Fandoms I'll write the best for are TLOU, Resident Evil, Arcane, and COD ! If I don't know the character you're asking for, I'll try to research them and their behavior, and will try to portray them as close to cannon as I can !

what won't i write? : I won't write any x male!reader's because a.) I'm not a man, and b.) men are on my dni list ! I won't write male char. x reader's because I'm a lesbian and the writing process has to be enjoyable for me !

I also won't write dub-con, non-con, water sports, vomit (in a sexual manner)(a character being drunk or sick is fine idc), scat, forced inebriation, incest, major age gap, g!p, or vore !!

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there's no fucking way you read all that LMFAO

[girl-named-matty]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬!

Merry Christmas & Seasons Greetings from the HCU clan! 🎄✨

Alvin, Alex, & Cassie - @acslytherpuff Ale & Val - @savingsallow Alyn - @ps-cactus Damien - @theladyofshalott1989 Ellie - @accio-bagel Freddie - @freddiestheproblemchild James - @leaping-toadstool-caps Jo - @ravenwind-75 Tori - @espressoristretto-patronum.

[monstercampus]

Ellie, spare some crumbs about the Headless Horseman pwease 👉👈 is he mean mean or mean 🥺

(cws: dub/noncon)

Oh, he is mean. You'd think a mascot whose likeness has been chibi-fied and cartooned into adorable stickers for the book store to sell would be cute, right? Nice? Friendly?

Nah! The Horseman is mean as hell, and he's fucking nasty. He's old as shit and crotchety too, riding around on his horse like he owns the place and swiping at students who trample on the freshly-demon-horse-mowed lawns. Hundreds of years ago he was a renowned duke, known for both his prowess in battle and his beast-taming skills for miles and miles around. But being beheaded cut that career a bit short, and after his soul wandered aimlessly for decades looking for it, he finally settled on campus grounds and the student body adopted him as their mascot. Since then, he's begrudgingly worked for his "room and board" so to speak as a fixture on the sports field, often trotting around keeping students in line or tending the lawns and the vegetable gardens. He's mostly active at night as a patrol for naughty students breaking curfew or potential intruders, several of which he's caught over the last century and.....helpfully dismantled.

Your best hope is to just avoid him, not gonna lie. He's not giving you special treatment just cause you're a human. In fact, he can be even more brutal than he would be towards a monster student that he's caught outside after dark, because if he catches you.....well, it's been a long time since he felt any warmth, and humans are much more fragile than monsters. If he can't fight you properly and he knows you won't be able to run fast enough for him to give you a scare, then he'll have to resort to other means.

'Other' meaning he'll just have to sit you on his lap and see if he can fit inside. You dumb humans are so easy to rewire--you can be trained to take monster cock, it just takes practice. And when he yanks you up and keeps riding around with you settled there, squirming and blubbering in his lap for anyone to stop by and watch, it won't take very long to get you used to it. If you can somehow make him cum you should count yourself as one of the lucky ones, but a sloppy mess spilling down your legs doesn't mean he's gonna pull out any earlier. You're staying there until he's done, until you've received adept punishment, and only then will his apparition finally disappear as dawn breaks and you're left pitched over in the grass--weak, a little drunk off his musky smell, and totally wet, soaked in your own fluids and his. Good luck running back to your dorm without anyone spotting you on their way to class!

[velvetbeeez]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒮𝑜𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒹𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Vibes: Sad poetry, academic stress, escapades involving sneaking to a cave on chilly winter nights, smell of half-burnt cigarettes, laughter, sleepless nights, and scribbling

︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶

It is 1959, the Welton Academy has just been turned co-ed, I, of course, thanks to my parents (sarcastically) am enrolled into the highly reputed boarding school. At first, I keep to myself, reserved, apart, in all my self-glory. Charlie cracks a joke in class, I side eye him and look at the imaginary camera with ‘the look’. But slowly, as summers melt into windy, sweet, hazy autumns, I, along with a few other girls in the year, become friends with the boys. Their boisterous laughter suddenly does not annoy me anymore, their whispering does not grate on my ears.

With the one and only, god like Mr. Keating’s classes uniting us, reminding us to live, to seize the day, we become a family, a home of dead poets…In no time, we were escaping school together to read poetry by the cave where all poets went to die. We passed cigarettes while quoting Whitman and Plato. We talked of art, imagery, sex and, beauty with such a passion, one would think we were paid for it.

I and Charlie fall into a slow burn, heart to heart romance. By the end of the year, we are inseparable, annoying and the most insufferable couple on the campus.

Autumn resides here forever, the grass is greener than envy, the air crisp and filled with the smell of ink and smoke. The sun shines brighter on days when we are planning a prank or a mischief to unfold. The moonbeam cuts through the stratosphere sharper on heartfelt nights.

The atmosphere is lighter, the sighs are serene, the days are smoother, the kids have lesser burdens…if the movie was a grapefruit, tangy and sweet in the beginning, bitter in the end, my dr is a strawberry, sweet yet tangy all throughout.

(dividers credits- @uzmacchiato)

[trustlife2day]

[calypsoswrld]

ACCOUNT INTRODUCTION!! ^^

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎

𒄆 Hello, I’m Calypso/Malik! I’m mainly a digital artist but I also do traditional art. ^^

𒄆 I am trans and go by He/Him.

𒄆 I am African American! ^^

TW’s : Account contains death, blood, bright colors, flashing lights, profanity, possibly creepy and OBVIOUSLY arcane spoilers if you’re just now starting to watch the show, also some sinners spoilers

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HYPERFIXATIONS! ^^

Currently, I am mainly hyperfixated on Arcane, but some of my other interest include Sonic, Ninjago, Sinner, spiderman, the last of us and The Lion King .

My current FAVORITE characters are—

🥇Vi

🥈Shadow The Hedgehog

🥉between Remmick, Sammie and Smoke

Others:

Ekko

Lloyd

Kovu

Miles Morales

Ellie Williams

Joel Miller

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OCS

MAIN Ocs;

Kameron Williams

Kassidy Smirnov

Charlotte Calloway

Kazimir Williams

DNI LIST—

Racists

Homophobes and Transphobes

PRO/COM shippers.

Zoophiles

Pedos

Sexist

Semmick/Rammie shippers

Caitbessa shippers

PLEASE INTERACT !! —

POC

LGBTQ+

Vi Fans !! ^^

Arcane Fans in general

Sonic Fans

TLOU Fans

TLK Fans

Sinners fans

SMI/ATSV Fans

My Tags —

#Calypso Talks — Simply just me talking about random things.

#Calypsos Art — My art :P

#Roots Of Division — My OC story

#HYTYD X Arcane — my AU

I will slowly update this more and more , hope to find some friends on this app, toodles!! ^^

[ezratlou]

hi! I’m ezra welcome to my page! I’m mainly gonna be posting “the last of us” fan fics so if u like tlou this page is for u!

I am also taking requests! I’m working on 2 stories right now, they will be out soon!

[kbbueckers]

get 2 know me!

hi, my name is kayla! i write for women's basketball and some of my other favorite women

who i mainly write for

paige bueckers

kk arnold

azzi fudd

aubrey griffin

anyone else on uconn (except q!! iykyk)

nika muhl (i LOVE nika muhl)

diana taurasi

breanna stewart

ellie williams

billie eilish

anyone else you wanna recommend!

please dni if you're

rascist

homophobic

transphobic

sexist

abelist

a trump supporter

other things about my page

• i usually proofread my stuff, but every now and then i get lazy

• i write [person] x reader (smut, fluff)

• i occasionally write player x player (fluff only)

i might start writing by next week, or sooner!

thank you for reading! please send writing recommendations under my "ask me anything" section on my page. tips on how to improve my writing would be amazing too!

-kbbueckersꨄ 💋

[angelicsvlt111]

i realized that i don’t have an intro so

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

• my name is cherry (yes it really is😭)

• i can speak italian, spanish, english and russian but only italian and spanish are my native languages

• i’m 1.65 (5’5) and i weight 40kg (88 lbs)

• i’m naturally blonde but i dyed my hair cherry red

• i play piano, sing and i do ballet

• i love to make new friends and talk to other ppl so my dm are always open<3

• my favorite movie is thirteen,my favorite anime is nana and currently my favorite kdrama/shows is squid games (ik it’s basic as hell)

• i’m 18

• i’m an ESFP💓

• i listen to lana del rey and italian indie music

• i’m studying psychology

• i’m bi curios

• my aestetich is like bimbo,2000s but i change my style A LOT

• i like cinema and watch a lot of movies

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚

i think that’s all even tho there’s a lot of things to write tho

[criesfawn]

★ ava ﹒ 18ꜝ

⠀⠀✚ ₊⠀she/her ﹒ feel free to dm or send asks!!

minors pls dont interact!!! please don’t be mean or send any hate on here :P

★ request are openꜝ

⠀⠀✚ ₊⠀ abby andersons wife <3

[ammoliterose]

anyways. chicken compilation post

[cocoakrispis-blog]

INTRODUCTION

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* - “i know love exists because i exist and i am full of it”

BAMBI ~ seventeen ~ she/her ~ femme ~ lesbian ~ black ~ libra

THIS BLOG contains sfw + nsfw content written by a minor if you are uncomfortable with that please see yourself out.

WRITING FOR tlou as of right now and my requests are always open.

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꘎♡━ info ~ masterlist ~ about me ━━♡꘎

[monstercampus]

Monster Campus: Prologue

Plot: A surprise has arrived at your door--an admissions letter for the prestigious, yet close-knit college known as Monster Campus! It's one of many well-known institutions to house an impressive body of monster students, from werewolves to harpies to tentacle monsters and everything in between. It's an honour for anyone to be accepted, but there's only one problem. You're not a monster--you're a human. Word count: 4k

It felt like a prank when you peeled open the seal on that letter left on the doorstep, your welcome mat worn in no more than usual at first glance. Your doorbell had rung and you were quick to answer it, yet even still, there wasn't a soul to be seen when you flung open your door and found only a crisp, folded envelope awaiting you on the front porch. In a steady and dedicated hand, the words spelled out a clear invitation;

Congratulations! 

You have been accepted into Monster Campus! Our prestigious institution eagerly awaits your arrival on the 1st of September, where accommodations will be provided based on your pre-approved dorm evaluation. Please arrive on campus with a copy of your personal identification, the forms attached within signed with your signature and date, and a whole horn's worth of enthusiasm! 

We look forward to welcoming you to our esteemed campus.

Sincerely,

MC Admissions

Dean Lysandre Drākon

Moving back to the living room, you plopped down on the sofa, dumbfounded. Such a letter would be quite complementary, you'd heard in passing about the relatively low acceptance rate for such a small university–but that would be the case if you were a monster, and you most certainly were not. Checking over the letter a third, fourth, and fifth time, there was no sign of it being a faulty address or a mixup in names. It had been penned to you without a doubt. 

But why? In a tizzy, you reached for your phone and dialed the contact number on the forms, yet after a twenty-minute hold you eventually gave up with a huff, slamming the receiver back down on its cradle. It wouldn't be all that much of a strain if it weren't for the fact that you'd been waiting on your actual admissions letters for ages, hoping and praying and pacing as you anticipated rejections but hoped for admittance for the last several months. In fact, you'd gotten denial stamps back for all of them save for one. If Monster Campus did mistakenly admit you for some oddball reason, then there was no chance you would get admitted to any human universities at all, much less the last one that you had any chance of attending! They would see you were enrolled and would toss your application out with the other rejects.

Uncertain of what to do next, you got up and paced some more around your coffee table. Wondering, thinking, hoping that this really was a mistake…

…Up until the ring of your phone had you diving across the couch to answer it, hands shaking as you snatched up the receiver and held it to your ear. Your heart thudded against your eardrums as you wetted your lips, hearing nothing but the clearing of someone's throat over the line. 

“Hello,” A rumbly voice breached the quiet, the sound of something snorting and deep breathing in the background. “Is this-”

“Yes?” You answered without thinking, your fingers jammed into the curl of the cord and swirling it round them out of anxiety. Fortunately he didn’t seem too taken aback by your eagerness, and only continued with somewhat of a tense tone. 

“My name is Lysandre Drākon. You may have received a letter from me,” He coughed. “Are you…well, this is a bit strange to ask outright. You wouldn't happen to be a human, would you?” 

His question burned your ears. What would you say? What could you say? Chewing your lip only lengthened the silence, so you ended up blurting it out half-heartedly. “Yes, um…I am.” 

“Oh.” The sound of clacking distracted you momentarily; little did you know that it was his claws on his desk, anxiously tapping away in the hefty silence. It stretched on, it extended past the point of a lull and straight into awkward, torturous silence, almost enough to drive you to hang up and pound the phone back down just to get out of such a painful interaction. But you didn't, only because Lysandre eventually took in a deep, ponderous inhale. 

“Would you be available to visit the campus this week? There are some things we should discuss.” Against your better judgement you agreed, and after a few minutes of exchanging information the call ended, leaving you sat with a whole new set of problems and just as befuddled as you were when you pried open that letter. 

What the hell had you gotten yourself into? 

Two days later, you'd crossed under the massive archway that marked the entrance to the university. A few monsters eyed you as they hitched up a huge, white banner over the top of it, half of it hanging down as a couple harpies held up the other end. You tried to avoid their gaze, but a taller guy with taut, bronze-skinned biceps bulging out of an MC Football t-shirt watched you from the top of a ladder, his staring bordering on uncomfortable until his attention was drawn back to the harpy girls chirping at him to finish hammering in the end they were still holding. Aside from them and a few others, the campus was relatively empty–school wouldn't start for another week after all, so you managed to find your way to the faculty building with little incident. With a hop up the steps and a bit of meandering as you searched out the signs pointing you upstairs, you eventually made it to the meeting room at the end of the hall where the dean and some unexpected guests were awaiting you. The door creaked as you opened it slowly and a hush fell over the conversation that was already taking place.

Seated around a grand table were–in no uncertain terms–the most intimidating group of monsters you'd ever been faced with in your life. Practically all of them were dragons of some type, dressed in finery like you'd never seen in person. At the head of the table was Dean Lysandre as he was in the photos you looked up online, a draconid of absolutely massive stature who towered over you even from several feet away. The rest of them were the school's elder council, each of them aged and distinguished-looking as their heads and other limbs all turned to look at you. Only the Dean managed to smile when he saw you; the rest of them surveyed you like an unwelcome cockroach on the dinner table. 

“This is the human?” One of them, a fellow draconid clothed in white, piped up from the edge of the table closest to the dean's seat. His scoff was painfully obvious and his disdain even more so in the way he swept his gaze over you carelessly.

“It is.” Lysandre answered coolly. “We'd like to welcome-”

“Welcome? What sort of welcome is this, exactly?” Another member of the council piped up, before he aimed his glare stiffly in your direction. “This campus is for monsters, Master Drākon. To even invite a human to walk our grounds is–well, it's frankly insulting!”

“Be at peace, my kin.” He settled them as he stood from his place. Clearly, his dragonlike features had been somewhat masked–maybe to make you feel more at ease in such an unfamiliar space. His dark face bore a gradient of golden-red scales up his cheekbones, and the rest of it was human for the most part. However, his thick, corded hair bore flecks of gold and you could spot the folded wings peeking over his back, which you had no doubt were much larger when fully adapted to his draconic form. “Come, my dear. I have an interesting bit of news for you.” 

As he gestured for you to sit at the opposite head of the table, the door on the far end of the room swung open and a woman walked in, remarkably human-looking herself save for a pair of pointed ears and the sheen of her pale hair gathered in a braid. Her blue eyes flicked over towards you for a moment before returning to Lysandre, who greeted her with a handshake before he turned to address the council once more. 

“I'll let Dr. Uduyi explain–she's one of our leading experts on monster genealogy here at the university.” He offered the information with pride, and gestured for her to take the floor. “Derenna?” 

“It's a hobby.” She remarked dully. The woman's snow-white hair flicked over her shoulder as she turned to the chalkboard, where a pass of her hand over a piece of chalk caused it to start scribbling out a set of clean notes behind her, while she tucked her hands primly behind her back. 

“The selection process was not incorrect.” She began, stepping aside for the council to watch as the blackboard filled with small diagrams to illustrate what she was speaking of. With deft fingers, she pulled out a metal pointer and started tapping from note to note. “As we all know, the decisions made by the Omni-seed are done through the process of genetic separation.” She brought everyone's attention to two columns, one labelled ‘A’ and the other ‘B’. “It detects monster genetics down to trace DNA, and any profiles over the 50th percentile–the legal definition of a monster, as we all know–is placed in a column to be assigned a school based on individual factors. All human profiles are separated and discarded to exempt them from enrolment.”

She flipped the board over, and the chalk began writing out a new set of complicated notes. Dr. Uduyi finally turned her attention towards you again, and the way she stared so coldly yet with a faint undercurrent of intrigue sent a shiver up your spine. Perhaps it was simply the cold air that she brought into the room with her presence alone.

“However, that's where we come to you. This particular student, whose monster DNA initially did not exceed 1%, was placed in the monster column for special accommodation.” 

“And what is this ‘special accommodation’?” The dragon in white inquired stiffly. Dr. Uduyi held still for a moment, as if pondering the worth of answering his unbearably simple question. 

“Uncategorized genetic history.”

“I'm sorry?” The rest of them looked between themselves, visibly confused. Eventually, amid their hubbub, she gestured her pointer in your direction.

“This student has been identified as a carrier of unknown monster DNA. Either a species that was thought to be extinct, or one that's on the precipice of creation.” 

“That's impossible.” The others chided, and she simply looked to Dean Lysandre, who stood from his seat to maintain a semblance of control over the already unsteady conversation. 

“True enough, doctor. I myself was the last of my kind–it doesn't surprise me that it might happen again.” He smiled warmly in your direction, as if you suddenly shared something special with the imposing, nobly-bred dragon. 

“With all due respect, Master Drākon, you were a dragon already–it was rather your lineage that set you apart. How could a new species crop up in this…this human? It's not possible.” Several nodding heads around the table made you want to shrink back into your seat. You didn't belong here. What they were saying made little sense even to you–and all you wanted in the moment was to go home and pretend this was all a dream. It wasn't worth being admonished by strangers for something you had no control over. 

“Truth is stranger than fiction.” Dr. Uduyi clicked her pointer closed. “And the Omni-seed doesn't lie. It's incapable of doing so.”

“What about your earlier point, Uduyi? The human doesn't meet the 50th percentile, so regardless, their admission is not applicable.” Another one pitched in, his frown set as he glanced over at you. Hardly ever had you stood in a room where you could sense the disdain for you in the air itself. 

“There are exceptions for rare or ancient DNA, council member.” Dr. Uduyi replied. “And as we know nothing of this student's heritage or the type of DNA they carry, we have no idea whether it may spread or what it may do if left unchecked. They could be part of a long-life species that hasn't yet reached maturation.” 

“Or their genes may lay dormant until certain stimuli are triggered.” Lysandre chimed in. “In essence, we must do our due diligence in service of all students, Dr. Guiyre. Personal opinion doesn't reign supreme here, I'm afraid.” He set them all in their place one last time with a dazzling smile, though even that would prove not to be enough. 

“So, Master Drākon-” The most argumentative of the dragons turned to the dean with disappointment embedded into his scales. “What does this mean, exactly?” 

Without an ounce of hesitation, Lysandre clasped his massive hands together and tilted his head towards you.

“It means that our new student here is monster enough for us, without a shadow of a doubt–and we would be honoured to welcome you to our campus, my dear.” 

Almost immediately the room erupted into chaotic discussion, with some questioning Lysandre's decision-making while others outright demanded you be taken off the grounds and prohibited entry. But they all fell silent with one loud, thunderous thump of the dean's enormous foot stomping once against the ground, which rattled the room itself with a shockwave that upheaved their arguments and sent books tumbling off the shelves that lined the walls of the entire room. So too would the chalkboard have fallen if not for Dr. Uduyi grabbing the side of it in advance, unperturbed by his methods save for a slight shift of her weight to keep her balance. It even seemed like a normal occurrence by the way they all seemed only mildly irritated by the interruption, glasses askew and mouths firmly shut. 

“I will say this in your audience once, and only once.” He swept his gaze over each and every one of the council members, who despite being aged and wise-looking still understood their inferiority in the presence of a nobler dragon. “We are no longer a closed society. Monsters and humans have lived, co-operated, and bred with each other for over a hundred years now.” As he spoke, he slowly made his way around the table, each step worthy of a flinch in the wake of his earthquake-like stomp. “We are adapting to the times. We will no longer pass judgement on those you might deem ‘unfit’. Doing so has only minimized the impact we wished to have on the new generations.” 

“It's a matter of pride, Master Drākon.” One of them, seeming more brave than his counterparts, spoke up. “Our numbers grow fewer by the day. It's our duty to preserve our heritage, and way of life, as we have for millennia!” 

“Change is as inevitable as death. You and I are simply the lucky few who had the privilege to lead lives free of the worst hardships.” Lysandre answered calmly, yet so stern you could feel his heat from where he stood at the halfway point of the table. “Humans are not our enemy anymore, and it's my belief that this student could lay the groundwork for a very bright future for our institution.”

“But-”

“Enough.” The dragon growled as he neared the end of the room where you sat, only to soften his features as soon as he met your eyes. “This campus is ultimately mine to lead, and it is my decision to allow the human to attend. Anyone opposed to that decision may make arrangements to speak with me later. But for now-” He reached out to take your hand as you stood up, clasping it in his unfathomably warm ones for a firm shake. “-Welcome to Monster Campus, young one. As your Dean, I'm delighted to welcome you home.” 

Perhaps there would be even more exclamation at that shocking notion if not for Lysandre's imposing dominance over his peers. He was fascinating to listen to, to watch, and to even be near; his every move was calculated and he held a confidence within himself that you'd rarely ever seen before. He ushered you out of the room to leave the scandalized council for Dr. Uduyi to deal with, sparing a few words of encouragement along the way as he brought you back through the campus towards the front gates. You noticed on the way up that the banner was hung properly now, the guy with the huge biceps and the harpies having moved on to the football field to start cataloguing equipment. It seemed the winged girls were mostly the ones doing the cataloguing with their clipboards, while the young man hauled around the sports weights and training sets to do most of the heavy lifting for them. 

“I'm so glad you came, my dear.” Meanwhile, you whipped your head back to refocus on the Dean, who squeezed your shoulder affectionately as the two of you slowed your walk to a stop under the archway. “Please, don't be discouraged by the council members. Their approval is merely a formality–I promise you, the great majority of us are ecstatic to welcome you to our school. I'm sure you have so much to teach us about human culture!” He exclaimed with remarkable cheerfulness and a sparkle in his eyes. 

“A-Are you…are you sure?” You finally managed to work up the words you wanted to say all this time. “I don't want to put a burden on the school, I…I don't know if I want to attend.” 

You expected him to be taken aback, offended, or to be stunned into silence so much that you could hear a pin drop, but not one of those possibilities illustrated his true reaction. Lysandre's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but not in shock or anger…and with a moment to collect himself, he gave you one last squeeze before taking his hand off your shoulder. 

“That's…well, that's completely understandable. I'm sure you had other plans for your future–and I can imagine it would be quite intimidating to be the first human we've ever had in attendance.” 

“I-I'm sorry-”

“Oh, my dear, don't be!” He suddenly held up his hands and bent himself to be a bit more at your level. “Please, don't feel any pressure or guilt about this decision. It isn't your fault, after all. You're just…special.” Gently, he reached out to pat your head with an almost paternal aura about him. “Take your time to think about it. Classes don't begin for another week, so you've got some wiggle room. Feel free to tour the campus in the meantime, I can get you a guide-” 

Just then, as if he appeared out of thin air from all the way across the field, a tap on your shoulder alerted you to the presence of someone new–someone who towered over you only a measure less than the dean, and grinned down at you with a set of pearly teeth and deep, piercing green eyes. 

“Hey.” He held out his hand, and although you hesitated, he just chuckled softly at how small yours was in comparison as he shook it. The dark, fluffy hair that curled around his neck bounced slightly with his every movement. He was…pretty cute, actually, even though his exact monster classification remained a mystery. You were certainly no expert, but he sort of struck you as being a werewolf, especially once you caught the glint of those sharp canines in his mouth. “Nicholas. I'm Nick around here, though–morning, Dean Lysandre.” As he turned to greet the dean, the hue of his bronze skin and the stretch of that t-shirt across his pecs immediately clued you in; this was definitely the same guy you'd seen helping the harpies with the banner earlier. 

“Good morning, Nicholas! My, you do have good timing. Could I bother you for a favour?” 

“Anything. Just shoot.” The way he answered with such suave confidence to someone so prestigious almost put you off, but at the same time he seemed so friendly and laidback that you couldn't help but want to get to know more about him. The dean gestured to you and kindly ushered you closer by the arm, his touches gentle and careful in a way that contrasted his sharpened claws and unmistakably draconic features. 

“This is one of our prospective students–a human student.”

“Human?” Nick echoed, and for a split second, you feared his expression might morph into the same disdainful faces you saw clustered around the council of dragons. But instead, the young man whistled and folded his arms over his broad chest, all while surveying you at a much closer angle. “Human, huh? Interesting. That oughta spice things up around here. You part of some new transfer program or something?”

Lysandre shook his head with a light sigh, no doubt reminded of the debating council he'd left at the hands of his rather blunt professor. 

“No, actually, it's–well, the circumstances are a bit complicated. We can discuss those details at a later time, but I'm afraid I must head back to the council.” Despite the weight of the unpleasant tasks ahead of him, the dean took a step back and waited as Nick held an arm out in front of you, before the two of you watched his wings unfurl completely to glimmer in the late summer sunlight. Veins of red and gold weaved throughout his intricate scales, and once he'd bid you farewell, he leapt up into the air and soared freely into the sky, doing a playful loop to show off before flying back in the direction of the main offices. And you couldn't be more thankful for Nick's protection as the gusts he picked up nearly sent you flying, if not for your hands gripping the football player's bicep while your hair whipped about your face. 

It left you feeling a bit awkward once the awe had worn off, not knowing what to say or how to act once you'd pulled your hands off him. Would he turn on you now that there weren't any authority figures to be seen? Would he scoff and tell you to figure it out on your own now that he knew what you were?

“..So, wanna see where the bodies are buried?” He finally turned to you and asked with a smirk, before letting a cheeky laugh escape him at your startled reaction. “Aw, you're cute. C'mon, human. Let's see if I can convince you to shack up at our little school.” He slung a beefy arm around your shoulders that nearly took you off your feet, and led you down the path towards the crowded campus buildings, leaving you to glance only briefly back at the entrance gates. 

You had a choice, most certainly, and you counted yourself lucky to have it. But as easy as it would be to turn around, push this monster-boy off you and leave without looking back, some strange feeling tugged at you not to go just yet. To just give it a chance for once, and to put your destiny in fate's hands. 

And maybe it would turn out to be a dumb decision, maybe it would end up changing your life in ways you never imagined. But for now, today at least, maybe you could let yourself be toured around by a nice monster who seemed to have every intention of convincing you to stay–and still, you had no idea that he was just one of many who would jump at the chance to extend their hands, claws, tentacles, wings, and tails in friendship. 

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With a deep yet shaky breath, she takes a few steps towards the newscaster and cameraman. She can do this.

    Good day, Mister!

She started with a smile, waving at the rock monster. She makes sure to stick by Frisk, a nonverbal message of 'Hey, look here, I'm close with Frisk, a human that's liked by most monsters!'

    I would like to clarify, it was me who had solved all the puzzles. I did so with a little magic.

She explains, keeping a calm yet happy tone. She is very, very glad that her avatar and her body are not the same. Or else, it would've been way too obvious that she's too nervous for this.

   It is nice to meet you, Mr. Monster.

She cringes at her words internally. Mr. Monster? Really?

​credit to monikanon/ @justanundergroundnewschannel for the reporter’s part and narration in the image descriptions!

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