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The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤

Monster X Human

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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:

1. “Part 2??”

Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Don’t kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate what’s already given.

2. The DC Conundrum

Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.

Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, there’s a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, don’t be a dick. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.

3. The Wild Algorithm

Unlike TikTok, Tumblr’s FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after it’s posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.

4. Passive Content Consumption

Ties back with point #1. If you’re only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they can’t spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.

5. De(constructive) Criticism

If an opinion isn’t asked for, don’t give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesn’t understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.

6. Are You My Content Machine?

Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.

Don’t ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.

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i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once

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Doug Jones as Amphibian Man in The Shape of Water 03/??

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life sucks but at least we can sexualize the horrors

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I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur

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Bug lady

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taking suggestions for lil monster x reader blurbs; the filthier the better 🖤

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Thinking about "convinced they're a monster, terrified of getting close to people because they don't want to hurt them" x "you're not a monster to me but like I'm also a little into it when you get scary ngl" this sounds really specific but I've had several pairs of blorbos like that

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[OC] vampire x werewolf stuff🩸🐺

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Gentle Male Demon x Timid Female Reader (Part Four)

Rating: SFW-ish..?

Word Count: 674

Author's Notes: this fic was born out of a want to see more realistic reactions to inhuman creatures in a world like ours. i do love a brave and instantly smitten protagonist, but we also need to remember the shy, easily startled souls who take a bit to warm up to a monster. this will be slow burn but definitely worth the wait.

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Painting him felt intimate.

You were looking at him closer than you ever had before, trying to fully replicate the scarce curves and many, many jutting angles that comprised his form.

The chair you had directed him to was so small considering how large he was, but it would work. You smiled softly as you captured the features of his face; the hollow eyes, visible skull, and your favorite part, his crooked smile.

Your eyes flitted up to catch Spirit staring at you over the canvas before he quickly looked away, his clawed fingers fiddling with each other as he tried to still himself and his nervous twitching.

You giggled a bit and looked back down at the canvas before you, though you could tell from your peripheral that he turned to gaze at you again.

It was when the sun was hanging low in the sky that you brushed in the final touches of his sharp claws. You couldn’t help but notice how little you had talked; it was like a sacred experience to you both, a comfortable yet strangely intimate moment in time that you knew you wouldn’t soon forget.

After you painted a tiny “Birdie” in the bottom right corner, you broke the silence a bit reluctantly with a, “Spirit? It’s finished.”

He snapped to attention instantly and came to join you on the other side of the canvas. For a moment he stood, transfixed, empty eyes large as he stared at your depiction of him.

“That’s.. me..?”

His voice came out in a soft croak, sounding like he was holding back strong emotion. He raised a claw to the canvas, not touching the tacky paint, but lovingly hovering over the softness of the fur you had painted and the affectionate way you had sculpted his face with the paint.

Bashfully, you smiled and murmured, “Well, that’s how I see you, anyway. You’re beautiful, Spirit.”

A gasp caught in his throat and he turned to you. Shocked, you noticed a viscous black liquid dripping from his sockets and landing on his equally pitch black fur. You reached for him and started to say his name before he softly interrupted.

“Birdie.. I…—”

He came close, his long claws reaching for your fingers, interlocking them and squeezing them. You jumped a little, gazing up at him as he took in a bracing breath, as if preparing to enter a confessional booth. You felt your heartbeat vividly pound in your ears as you waited for him to speak.

“.. I can’t take it anymore…” he murmured. Your eyes grew wide; this was the clearest you’d ever heard him in your mind — the pauses in between his words nonexistent as he craned his head, touching his forehead to yours.

“Fuck.. you’re all I can think about night and day, Birdie. It’s the truth. And now this? If you really see me like how I am in your painting, I’ll only get my hopes up… What should I do..?”

He nuzzled closer to you, both of your chests touching now. You made a noise, a trembling, high pitched thing, and to your surprise, his tongue lolled out of his maw in response, long, forked, and salivating. You felt a shiver run up your spine, and didn’t know if it was from fear or arousal. You concluded very quickly that it was likely a combination of both.

“You can reject me; I know I’m not human, but… you’ve made me feel more alive than I have in centuries. I… want you. I.. I..—“

He seemed to flounder for a split second, and it dawned on you that perhaps romantic affection had no place in his vocabulary until now.

“You… love me..?” you shyly interjected in a whisper, your face now fully flushed and your voice quivering. There was a beat where you both stared at each other and it felt as if all the oxygen in the room had dissipated.

It all came rushing back when he breathily said, “That’s it. Yes, Birdie… I love you.”

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- Part 5 - (coming soon)

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you all are going to hate me; i finished part 4 of Spirit x Reader a day or so after i posted Part 3 and just… forgot to post it. then i got busy. i’ll have that for you here super soon! forgive meeeee

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If the worlds gonna end Imma shoot my shot-

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she only plays minecraft and spore

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Gentle Male Demon x Timid Female Reader (Part One)

Rating: SFW (for now..)

Word Count: 415

Author’s Notes: this fic was born out of a want to see more realistic reactions to inhuman creatures in a world like ours. i do love a brave and instantly smitten protagonist, but we also need to remember the shy, easily startled souls who take a bit to warm up to a monster. this will be slow burn but definitely worth the wait.

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People always seemed to take one look at you and figure out your demeanor almost immediately.

Shy.

Timid.

Afraid.

One ex-boyfriend had described you as skittish — something you hadn’t appreciated being called, but true to your nature, were too intimidated to disagree with out loud. Though you supposed all of these things were true, in a sense.

Extremely true now, you thought, a shiver wracking your frame as you tried to make yourself as small as you could in the already tiny closet you had packed yourself in, heart dropping in dread as you heard a minute creak in the floorboards just outside the door you had hastily closed. I just wish I could disappear.

There was a stillness after that, not a peaceful thing, but a quiet that revealed. Your breaths seemed too loud in your ears, your heart was like a drum, and the trembles that your body had succumbed to seemed to make you more unsteady every millisecond that ticked by.

When your legs collapsed beneath you and before your body even had the opportunity to hit the ground, the closet door flung violently open, and the creature you had been desperately hiding from darkened the frame, its skeletal grin a forever frozen rictus and its hollow eyes boring unnervingly into yours. It moved in unnaturally jerky movements as it leaned into your previously safe area, and a creaky, deathly sound seemed to come from its throat as if it was trying to communicate. A gnarled hand reached out towards you.

A strangled scream ripped itself from your lungs, and frantically, you tried to claw yourself into the furthest reaches of the closet as it drew closer, your legs numb underneath you.

“Please don’t — please!” you sobbed, and you hardly recognized your own voice, high-pitched and desperate as it was.

The creature seemed to take notice of your terror and its strange movements subsided until it became completely and utterly still. A noise left it that was almost keening — a mournful sound that seemed to suck the very life from the air around you both.

Tears continued to stream down your face as you stared at the horror before you, and it unflinchingly stared back.

Several moments passed this way, and it was only when you dared to blink that you heard a wistful sound, almost like a sigh, and the forlorn murmur of your name echoing in your mind.

Your eyes opened again and it was gone.

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Gentle Male Demon x Timid Female Reader (Part Two)

Rating: SFW (for now..)

Word Count: 1,121

Author’s Notes: this fic was born out of a want to see more realistic reactions to inhuman creatures in a world like ours. i do love a brave and instantly smitten protagonist, but we also need to remember the shy, easily startled souls who take a bit to warm up to a monster. this will be slow burn but definitely worth the wait.

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The creature hadn’t returned.

You’d stayed in your closet that night, barely daring to move after the terror you’d experienced, trying to stay awake in case it came back, and helplessly drifting into nightmares and then body-convulsing tears when you woke as you tried to make it until morning.

It had taken you a while to get back into your routine after that; you hadn’t imagined that inheriting your late grandfather’s home would come with such dangers, but it wasn’t as if you could move again so soon. Your meager savings had been drained making the move here, and you would have to work tirelessly to save up enough to leave.

But that was absolutely what you planned on doing.

The whistling of the teapot on the stove broke you out of your reverie with a startled jump and you shakily exhaled as you turned off the stove and set to pouring yourself a cup of tea.

Yes, leaving was a must at this point. Your nerves couldn’t take much more excitement.

You made your way to the small loveseat in the living room with your cup, placing it down on the coffee table and picking up your laptop.

You had considered working from home a blessing before, but your encounter made being alone in the house you knew so well as a child somewhat terrifying.

As you powered up the device, you tried to think back to the precious memories you still held here, your grandfather greeting you with a smile and a soft pat to the head; you could still remember the rough callouses on his hands as he grasped your tiny fingers and guided you to his workshop to share his latest woodworking project— excitement gleaming in his eyes.

You felt your lips curve up in a wobbly smile as you aimlessly clicked on the last tab you had open in which you had hastily and haphazardly Google searched: “homes for sale in different states”.

Second guessing yourself came as natural to you as breathing did. Could you really leave the house that your grandfather had given to you? Maybe it wasn’t all so scary. Perhaps it was all just an absolutely terrifying, downright horrifyingly realistic, bad drea—

“Leave…ing..?”

Your heart leapt so violently into your throat that you couldn’t scream. Instinctively, you pulled your laptop to your chest as you frantically slid into the furthest corner of the couch, trying to make your presence almost nonexistent.

All your brain could conjure up was to plead with whatever entity that had decided to target and haunt you in this place.

“Please don’t hurt me —please! I— I’m going to leave as soon as I can. I promise, so please…”

“Hur..t?”

The creature’s tone was tinged with something like confusion as its voice echoed in your head just like that first night, and your shaking hands touched your temple as you tried to make sense of it all.

You heard a sigh, low and mournful as it whispered, “No.. not.. hurt. Ne…ver.. hurt..”

None of this made sense. Your mind raced as you glanced all around you, more uneasy with the fact that you couldn’t see the entity talking to you than anything else at the moment.

“Wh-where are you? Where—“

Your eyes caught the sight of long, spindly claws slowly wrapping around the doorframe of the kitchen, half of the creature’s skeletal face peeking out with them.

Even in your fear, you could tell it was hesitant, deliberately trying to make itself smaller than what you remembered as it stared at you, its sunken and hollow sockets unnerving. It had stilled its rickety movements once more, and it was as if it was learning what frightened you and making a concerted effort to not do so.

You licked your dry lips, a bit of curiosity blooming within you.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

It seemed to perk up at your questions, and if a horror of eldritch proportions could have a brightened countenance, you figured this was as close as it got.

“Frien…d. I’m a.. friend..” it murmured, before pointing a decaying finger at an old picture hanging on the wall, the clawed end of it resting on your grandpa’s face, where he was smiling brightly with your mother, not more than 5 years old, perched on his knee.

You blinked and looked back at the creature, your tightly wound guard coming down ever so slightly as you made the impossible connection.

“You knew my grandfather.”

Its rickety movements resumed, out of excitement, you figured, and it make a low noise as it nodded, muttering, “Ye…ssss! Yes..”

There was a beat of silence as you both stared at each other, and you had a moment to try and take in everything going on. There was a question that had been in the back of your mind, and you plucked up some courage and took the opportunity to ask it.

“If you really mean no harm and are a friend, then why did you chase me that night? It.. really scared me. I thought you were going to.. to kill me.”

If it was possible, it seemed the eye sockets of the creature grew wider, almost as if in alarm, and it moved from behind the doorframe, arms out in a placating manner as it seemed to want to come closer.

“Ki..ll? No.. no.. I wa..s..” it searched for words as it stopped at a safe distance, still hunched, and you couldn’t help but think it was somewhat endearing despite your residual fear, “..exci..ted.. happy.. for a…. new frien..d. I saw.. you some..times… when you ca..me to visi..t. I… I… just wanted..—”

The creature trailed off, its head lowering slightly and you blinked, biting your lip as you immediately felt awful. Your reaction was definitely nothing abnormal given what it looked like, but to it, you were a new friend who had screamed and sobbed at the sight of it.

“Oh… you were just trying to greet me. I’m sorry.. I get scared pretty easily and I misunderstood. If you really won’t hurt me, I’ll stay. I didn’t want to leave this place anyway; I just moved in after all, and it’s very precious to me.”

The creature nodded with more and more emphasis as you spoke, making contented noises the entire time. You assumed it had forgiven you when its mangled maw shifted into something of a smile.

“Good.. I will.. visit often.. lit..tle birdie..”

Just like that, it disappeared before your eyes with a sigh and wisp of hardly discernible smoke, and you gasped, tears springing to your eyes as you recognized the endearing term it had murmured.

Your grandfather had given you that nickname.

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- Part Three -