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Every now and then, I come back to this blog and have a blast rereading all your works. It’s really, truly amazing.

i would kill for you. do you know that? do you know i would gut a man for you??? 🥺

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Monster Campus Layout!

I had it in my head for awhile so I made up a little rough draft, but here's the general map of the campus! There's some other buildings missing and stuff I'll probably add later but I thought it'd be cute to have a little layout planned out <33 enjoy!

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i would loooove to learn more about the Minotaur Art Prof!!

hehe! your wish is my command <33

Professor Arjun Minot is quite the imposing monster amongst his peers. There's a reason he doesn't speak much, and often prefers to stick to his office rather than roam around campus. He's not bound to a contract like Coach Dio or the product of a school experiment like Tentacles, he's a born-and-bred minotaur who comes from the island of Kefalonia and has lived quite the storied life.

In his world, people tend to view minotaurs--as rare as they are--as either fascinating, ancient beasts or as creatures who shouldn't share civilized spaces with other monsters or with humans. There are only a handful of them that exist and plenty believe that it's for good reason, if not for the mythos that depict minotaurs as bloodthirsty and bestial, then for the simple fact of their unnatural births between a woman and an animal. Arjun himself doesn't know the circumstances of his birth, as he was abandoned in a cave shortly after he was born. But he was rescued by a human couple who heard his cries and they decided to raise him in secret; the husband dug a tunnel under their farm and built a place for them to care for him, and so they could hide him from anyone who might react with violence at the idea of the monstrous creature residing nearby. His birthplace was and is home to mostly humans, so his elderly parents took great pains to raise him away from the rest of their community.

Since they couldn't be too lax with letting him roam freely, the couple taught him how to read and do arithmetic first, before slowly letting him help with the farm work in the early mornings before most others would be out of bed. They found he had a talent for sketching on the walls of his underground room, so they brought him paints and tools to sculpt with. Over time, he grew to be a skilled artist and idolized the master artisans he read about in books, hoping that one day he might be accepted into human society if he showed his mastery of their most beloved cultures. He even fell madly in love with a girl from his village who he would see glimpses of when he snuck to and from the basement, and painted gorgeous portraits of her that he intended to submit anonymously to a gallery, so her beauty would remain immortal forever.

However, when he finally made the decision to slip out in the early dawn and approach her as his true self, he was met with terror and disgust the likes of which he'd been sheltered from all his life. The village soon came down on him in a frenzy, and in a hurry, his mother and father packed his few things and sent him away on a ship to the mainland to escape certain death. Since then, he's never seen or heard from them again. After reaching the nearest port, he was swiftly arrested and spent ten years enslaved in service to the kingdom, doing hard labour and living in cramped quarters until he was finally released--not by serving his time, but by a transferrance of ownership to a private buyer overseas.

That buyer happened to be Lysandre Drākon, who had heard from a contact about the rare monster and his circumstances and paid for his travel to come to Runerhea. One can imagine how startled he was to realize that his new master wasn't a human, and that he had no intention of being a master at all. After hearing Arjun's story, Lysandre got him a scholarship to put him through art college and subsequently invited him to work for Monster Campus as a professor, which he readily accepted.

Even so, being surrounded by people like him, he still feels the stares and knows that he remains an outlier even in monster society. He prefers to remain on the outskirts of life and keeps to himself almost entirely, even though he's lauded as a magnificent artist and his students count themselves lucky to have the chance to learn from someone so talented. Despite the brutal treatment he's received and the scars and pain he bears, he hasn't become so jaded as to feel angry at the world, though--it's too beautiful to do so. Although he's not much for words, he expresses himself vividly through paintings and sculptures, and is always searching for a muse to further inspire his works. Someone lovely, someone with a pure heart...someone who won't shy away when they see him, and who might even manage to smile at him. That's his dream.

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would it be alright if people drew their own MCs? like, make a character or something for the reader insert!! I’ve wanted to make an OC for monster campus but wanted to ask first

I hope this makes sense ha

yes!!!! yesyesyesyesyes!! I'll say this across the board i will love and cherish all your mcs & self-inserts like my life depends on it ❤️❤️❤️

also i wanna say one of the great things about making something is having people come together and enjoy it together!! some of the best inspiration I've gotten to better my lil projects is from people giving their perspectives on how they see my characters/stories and in my opinion it's an invaluable contribution to any work!! so i welcome any of the stuff you wanna show off, I'd love to see the MC student body!! <3

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psa!!

also so everyone knows im posting the monster campus fics on my ao3!! it has its own tag and it'll all be in one series, so hopefully you guys can find things easier since tumblr search blows LOL--find me at love_toxin on ao3 and you'll see them pop up or you can check my series list to find it! <3

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I enjoyed reading the prologue and look forward to the next update!! I wanted to ask how tall the Dean is, cause Nick is already massively tall, but hearing that the Dean is taller makes me want to know the exact number

MEEEOOWWW TY!!!! ❤️❤️ i can't wait to write it hehe!! and Dean Lysandre is about 7'5-7'7 at his more humanoid stature, though he's obviously a lot larger when he's in his dragon form--hence why the vault under Monster Campus that holds his hoard is like a whole other world, cause it's gotta be big enough for him to sleep on! <3

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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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psa for this blog !! I'm planning on posting more soon ive just been spending a lot of time on background work/character building and whatnot! i have an introductory fic im hoping to finish real soon to start a little longrunning story series--particularly about the reader's entrance into MC and all your lil adventures exploring monster culture!! so look forward to that my cute little students mwah <3

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I drew some of my face hcs for the wolves! Idk how this will look as an ask, but I couldn’t find…submissions 😓…anyway, I hope you like them _(:3 」∠)_

GGRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH IM GOING FERAL IM GOIN CRAZY STUPID!!!!!!!! I LOVE!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!

oh this is the MOST canon of anything canon ever THANK YOU!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️💞💕

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https://www.tumblr.com/monstercampus/712437125630623744/i-was-already-horny-from-the-werewolves-mentioned?source=share

Could you tell me who is who with the coloured text? I've been trying to figure it out but my half asleep brain can't do it

np!!! off the top of my head i believe these are the colours:

Nick -> purple

Julian -> orange

Priam -> green

Athos -> blue

Kirk -> red

Elliott -> pink

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What kind of relationship does Priam and Antón have? Antón is a high ranking noble vampire and Priam is a fairly ordinary werewolf. Did they click immediately or did their friendship take some time to develop. What is the general attitude between werewolves and vampires? Would vampires gossip about Antóns roommate. Did Priams pack have any concerns?

I absolutely love your writing and the wonderful world you’ve created. I’m enamored with the lore especially. It’s just so good!!

TY!!! hehe i love writing it just as much <3

The general consensus between vampires and werewolves is that, despite a long history of conflict between the two species, there's only some residual grudges lingering about rather than full-blown hatred. If anything, it's more likely that humans will perpetuate the notion of werewolves vs. vampires from popular idioms to porn categories, but it's a bit out of style to pretend there's a big feud especially when there are so many monster types roaming around nowadays. It's definitely-mostly-considered a "grampa you're getting dementia" kind of conflict rather than anything wholly profound.

Which directly contradicts the relationship Priam and Antón have. They get into it a lot. For as often as they get along they have twice as many instances of arguing or fighting outright, which usually turns into a wrestling match on the living room floor until somebody shouts 'uncle'. It's generally considered somewhat snobbish to judge another monster by their species (with exceptions, of course) so only Antón's more noble, well-bred vampire peers have anything to say about his roommate, thinly veiled by criticisms of his brutishness or lazy nature to cover it up.

On the other hand, the werewolves knew Antón somewhat around the same time Priam met him, because they met on the first day of school--when Priam was trying out for the football team, and accidentally launched the ball right into the back of Antón's head as he walked by. As you can imagine, it made for a rather awkward introduction later when they were introduced to each other as dormmates by the R.A, an icepack held to the vampire's skull and a glare piercing through his new roommate's forehead. Since then they've had a kind of evolving rivalry, where sometimes they're cool and sometimes they get into it like siblings. They're kind of like an old married couple, or at least squabble like they are. In truth they actually like each other a lot and enjoy spending time together, even if their personalities clash more often than not. In fact, up until the human came along, Priam's fellow werewolves often made jokes about Antón being "the ol' ball and chain" just to tease him--but now he's got a new cutie to share with too!

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...say the human wants to have a baby with the centipede stoner... how would we go about doing that?

babytrap him

But for real, that's a tough task! Efraim's still pretty chillaxed at this stage of life, lots of family drama/trauma, and drugs are more important than most things to him right now (present company excluded <3) so if you brought it up to him, he'd probably laugh and brush it off even if you make it clear you're being serious.

(cws: babytrapping, noncon, "tits")

"You don't want a baby with me, sweetheart," He'd say, a joint already lit up between his lips to calm the trembling of his hands. "Bad idea, I promise." But because you can't be deterred, he'll just find it cute and ruffle your hair or tease you about it here and there, never thinking it'll get more serious than that. Deep down, he's sure you'll change your mind on your own. Whether he wants them doesn't really matter, he knows that you'll be the one regretting it if you ask someone like him to give you a kid, and he can't even conceive of having to deal with that guilt when you eventually find where you left your common sense and leave him in the dust, as you should.

But at some point, you'll catch him off guard. Maybe get really stoned with him while his roommates are out for the night, maybe hang around him during breeding week and tease him all day. Maybe you even poke holes in his condoms, cause he won't believe you if you say you're on the pill. You'll find the perfect opportunity and Ef will be weak to resisting you, cause unfortunately for him, he's kinda got a thing for being held down by force--the self-loathing is so strong, he's so turned on by the thought of someone wanting him so much, especially you, that you'll pin his wrists down and make him give it to you. And when you get close, your skin squelching against each other and his bedframe bruising the wall, and that bubble starts to swell inside you from his leaky slit....when you throw your whole weight down and trap his hips against the mattress, that's when it'll finally clear up his mind and he'll realize what you're doing. His thighs will probably lift off the bed as he tries to throw you off, only to get your tits in his face as you hold his head and coo at him to just settle, just let it feel good in the moment.

Yet even after all that, he isn't mad. Not even a little bit. More impressed that you managed to carry out your little scheme after planning for so long. He'll call you crazy and some kinda freak for wanting bug cock that badly, but deep down he feels a swell in his heart as he numbly traces circles against your skin. You could have anybody, and you picked him. That's enough to have him on cloud nine for a long while....especially when he finally gives in to your wishes, and pitches in to help you properly breed that clutch of eggs of his you want so bad.

[monstercampus]

Ellie, please I beg of you-please have mercy-You’d blog, it’s sucking me in. It’s the only thing I’ve been able to think of for months now. The world building. The characters. It’s all just so amazing! Please help, you have me in a chokehold.

KISSES U!!! uwwaaah!! ty 🥺🥺 oh i love u anon....u have ME in a chokehold....<33

[monstercampus]

Do monsters want to get reader pregnant or do they just have crazy breeding kinks?

a little from column A, a little from column B >:) lots of monsters in general just have breeding kinks that make them go nutso, but there are those with breeding kinks and kinks surrounding the actual process of knocking up their partner. some like the shame that comes with it from their families for impregnating a human, some like seeing the shame you feel for getting knocked up by a monster species, and some just like the feeling of knowing they have a mate and sniffing your new scent, practically tasting the pregnant glow about you while you're all uncomfortable and whiny and needy. so cute!

[monstercampus]

do we have baby showers at monster campus, ellie?

you could!! the pixies would happily throw a party for you and you'd only have to book out a room or space to hold it. some monsters might find it a little weird but it's not completely unheard of in monster society, if anything most of your friends would be excited to attend so they can make their human friend happy about their new little youngling!

[monstercampus]

are any of the werewolves planning on going pro?

Priam does! for him it's his dream (even though he can be a little lazy about it sometimes) while Julian, Portia, Elliott, and Athos aren't concerned with a pro career. Nick wanted to go pro with football and is still encouraged to by coach since he's already been scouted by some agents for big league teams, but it's not something he's still 100% keen on doing nowadays. he's a little more into the idea of settling down and having some pups rn-

however, Kirk is one of the only ones who pretends not to care but seriously, genuinely wishes he could go pro. it's a crushing reality for him that despite his skill, he's not good enough to make a pro career out of football plus his size in comparison to other wolves would make him a benchwarmer if he even got scouted anyways. part of him is really jealous of Priam and Nick for their skill and irritated with the others for having the potential but not caring/wanting to go into the big leagues when he doesn't really have a choice. but he's gotten over it for the most part and has come to terms with it at least--it just means he makes the most out of practices with his pack while he still can, and he's got an excuse to kick Priam's ass when he's late or doesn't show up for practice.

[monstercampus]

Are there girl werewolves 🥺👉👈

oh HELL yeah there's girl werewolves!! the women's rugby team at MC is 99% werewolves >:) they even have kno--//SHOT