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Monster Matches Available

Good morning! I finally found my groove after not being able to write for a long time so I'm offering Monster Matches.

With a monster match, you also get a free mini aesthetic board to set the mood for you story.

DM me for interest, I'll need just a little bit about you before we start. I take everything about you into consideration when picking out the perfect monster for you- and I'll dig deep. If something doesn't fit, I'm not going to force it just because it's popular.

Example of a 300 word Monster Match ($5)

Example of a 600 word Monster Match ($10)

Example of a 900 word Monster Match ($15) (this one is a little bit over word count fyi)

I have about ten-fifteen slots open, depending entirely on how much of a word count each person wants. I already completed some, pending approval from the commissioners before I publish.

Let me know if you have any questions!

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Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (sorry if you have received this already feel free to skip it if so! ❤️)

I am good at pottery for the amount of time i italics towards fostering my skill

I am a decent writer who works well with character development

I am also a decent traditional painter

I have a fantastic hips/waist/boobs ratio

I’m very creative

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now that I’ve been back a while I’m getting the age old “is this okay to reblog” questions on my posts, and I would like to say what I have always said which is that 1. Yes. 2. You should never

Ever

post a single thing on this site that would make you uncomfortable or cause trouble for you if someone shared it elsewhere. Yes, even if you disable reblogs on the post.

It’s not nice, but you have absolutely zero expectation of privacy or containment regarding anything you post to any social media. Even if it’s social media that only your friends can view. It’s still up and out there.

If it would be upsetting or dangerous or just plain awkward for something you post here to show up elsewhere—I cannot stress this enough—Do Not Post It.

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I fucking love youtube comments sometimes, here's the ds9 promenade ASMR

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kitten i'll be honest daddy isn't sure he's cut out for full time employment

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tumblr are you telling me something

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it's MY body.

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Monster Match #6

Commissioned by a lovely, anonymous user!

I’m bi, afab, and my personality is INTJ-A, can act more extroverted when I’m around friends/other people. I’m average height and leaning a bit short, would love to have my monster tower over me ♡. Currently residing in an area with plenty of rain, which is sometimes a bit too much, especially in the winter when the sun goes down super early. On days like that, I like to stay nice and dry indoors with a mug of hot tea, extra kudos if the mug is made by Coco (´ ᵕ `). Other indoor activities I like to do are playing video games, reading, and going shopping if my budget allows. I also like to visit natural sceneries close by (such as a lake, a forest or the foot of a mountain) from time to time, just to chill and admire their beauty. I’m looking for a monster who is patient, quick-witted, and affectionate like a typical cat, and is okay with me being like a brat just sometimes (your girl needs some spoiling after working her ass off everyday Ծ‸Ծ).

Perī

You find them on the ground, branches overhead broken and scattered over the forest floor, like they fell through the foliage. The impact crater, if you can call it that, isn’t large, but you still have to slide down to investigate fully, mud and rocks clinging to your shoes and pants. The air smells electric, the tangy aftertaste of battery acid settling uncomfortably on the back of your tongue as you breathe. 

It takes you a few moments to realize that the objects outstretched around their body aren't… fallen foliage, but bright, feathery wings. With a shaky finger, you touch one, the jewel-like, oil slick sheen glittering in the setting sun. Carefully, you look around, maybe for another creature, or any sign of where this one came from, but the forest is strangely silent. 

When you look back down, you see that their eyes are open, irises a deep, quiet blue that you mistake for brown at first, until the clouds part for a brief moment. The sun flickers across their tawny brown face, their thick lashes fluttering as they blink against the light, before the clouds overtake the sky once again. 

As they sit up, you back into the impact wall of broken roots and dirt, unsure of how to react, now that you’re certain they aren’t dead. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t move,” you say, hesitantly, “we don’t know how-”

“We?” They ask, wings fluttering. 

“-how injured you are,” you force the sentence out, trying to read their body language. “You- I assume you’ve fallen.” 

“So I have.” They narrow their eyes, slightly, craning their neck to look upwards, lips pursing in a thoughtful pout as they regard the slip of sky breaking through the foliage. Then they look at you, with an intensity so severe your skin itches, scanning from your dusty shoes all the way up to the flyaways in your hair. 

Then they hold out a hand, one that must have been gently manicured at some point, skin still soft despite their cracked and bloody nails. “Help me, child of man, and I will ensure your future generations will be blessed with riches.” 

Well, you were planning on helping them anyways, so you suppose the promised riches are a nice bonus. You grasp their hand, pulling them up from the dirt, their thick, black curls covered in dust, leaves, and twigs. They stand tall, the top of your forehead barely meeting their chin, and they move their shoulders back and forth, testing their sore muscles. 

A Parī is a creature of the sky, dimly related to the djinn. Some folks confuse the two, but this Parī is very clear that both are wildly different, their mouth twisting in impatient disgust. They served some kind of monarch, you’re not entirely sure the language translates correctly, but the monarch seemed like less of a king, more of a benevolent eternal dictator, ‘voted for’ by others in a council. 

All it took was one quiet, underhanded compliment that the monarch wasn’t supposed to hear, and the Parī was launched from the heavenly kingdom and plunged downward to toil on earth. Though they don’t think they were supposed to survive the fall. 

Besides a couple of sprains, semi-mild cuts, and bruises, they’re alright. You clumsily manage to make them a brace out of an old sheet after watching a couple of youtube videos, and they heal a lot quicker than either of you expect. After a couple of exercises and two weeks, their arm was right as rain, and most of their bruises diffused. 

Given the eternal nature of their damnation, they seem to settle into your home with little complaint. After serving such a demanding patron hand and foot, day and night, sharing space with someone who just wants help with household chores seems infinitely simpler, and they don’t seem to want to leave. 

And there isn’t a lot left for them up above. They aren’t fond of talking about it, but it seems like they, so fair of face, became a servant at a young age. Traded, by their parents, for a few sacks of goods and quickly forgotten, growing up surrounded by opportunistic cutthroats. After a few weeks of carefully observing your behavior, unable to even sleep in fear of an unfamiliar environment, they begin to warm up. 

Though they don’t seem to want to fly, their wings still stretch out first thing in the morning, catching the sun whenever it’s out. You assume they can use their wings, but don’t press the issue, especially since it seems sensitive. Maybe the fall created some kind of trauma response to heights? 

You aren’t a threat to their safety, and all you want from them is some assistance making food and cleaning up. Though you aren’t swimming in riches, you still seem to treat them with a kind of unfamiliar respect that they stop jumping every time you unexpectedly creep into their peripheral vision… though the creeping is unintentional, you’re just quiet with your movements and don’t loudly announce your presence. 

They start finding themselves wanting to do nice things for you, especially since you don’t expect much in return for your own kindness. And even though the dynamic is foreign to everything they’ve been taught, they find themselves wanting a more deep relationship than awkward roommates. 

You don’t catch their strange emotional change for awhile. You’re too damn busy, going from work, to friends, to hobbies, coming back home and collapsing into your bed with a thud. And once you do take notice of their odd behavior, you don’t quite understand the meaning behind it. The flirting culture the both of you are used to doesn’t translate well, so you’re left confused by the gestures and they’re frustrated about the lack of response. 

After a couple of bizarre conversations, it mentally clicks for the both of you. They understand that their ways are more alien to you than not, and you suddenly realize that they have romantic feelings that they struggled to express. And suddenly, suddenly, it all makes sense. 

And even though you began to like them in that deep, warm, romantic way, you crushed those feelings inside of you because you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. They’ve already been through so much that you didn’t want to add the odd pressure of your affection that you completely missed any signs of their own emotional struggle. 

Now, though, the two of you can work on creating something a little more. 

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New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

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This booger screeched like she was being murdered when I cruelly abandoned her (I was on the other side of my car cleaning it out and she couldn’t see me)

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"I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

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May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).

If you enjoyed and want to support a queer art student, you can tip me over on my Ko-fi! Tips help me out dramatically while I'm still in school!

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got to design a smokin' hawt Teifling Paladin/ Warlock for a buddy of mine! Abigail Lunamond belongs to @swahak

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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

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the evil sorcerer malerock and his dumbass elf twink assistant lingonberry

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there’s a trend on tiktok about Korean k-drama bullies vs american public school kids and I just want to say. as someone who has worked (and participated in) public education k-12 levels and various childcare practices in the usa: one manic bipolar 8th grader armed with a chair could take out a squad of high school k-drama bullies no contest. I will be taking questions at this time.

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tall grass prairies on one of those winter nights bright as morning. unrivaled