#anyways my apology is about the OC's and fictional characters so I give you...a monster

[hauntingmiser]

Day 21......

The moment you all been waiting for....

Here is Harpy!junpei

"FINALLY!Something that is a monster related and not OC meets a fictional character or something! " - Somebody ( probably )

[heymonty]

I somehow feel like talking about Monty in a straight sense bothers you some, I can’t explain why it’s just a feeling I get. Does it though? If it does I’m really sorry it’s probably because you’re the only active Monty fan fic blogger and people feel comfortable “chatting” to you cause you’re so awesome, You gotta know though that there is TONS of MontyxOc (female oc/reader) fan fiction on tumblr & wattpad and the ladies Love him including me, some of them admittedly me included totally disregard that they made him gay because of all the fan fic stories out there that we’re not gonna stop reading & enjoying I mean have you seen him??!!! 😍. Fan fiction is amazing cause you’re able to picture yourself dating (FWB, blah blah blah), I mean me personally ever since I started reading fan fiction not just 13RW but other stuff too I found it as an escape from my usually shitty life it kept me from popping pills & cutting myself, I find myself getting lost in the character of whatever Oc is present and occasionally draw inspiration from them. Anyway I’ll stop rambling now lol…

Btdubs super sorry for this 10 000 page essay I wrote and for the deep shit I for some reason juts blurted out🤦🏻‍♀️.

Awee! Don't ever apologize if some people feel bothered 'just because' some people take Monty in a 'straight sense.' *hugs* Like I always keep telling most of you here 'You do you, darling.'

And to reassure you, I'm not bothered at all. 😊 I really appreciate you guys feeling safe about talking to me all these stuff you feel. 💙

I only explain and analyze Monty in a gay sense, cause 1) being that's who he is, and knowing only a little background of him, it helps me give more light about his character by analysing him from the show, so given those, it will become prominent to me what kind of boyfriend he is whether he ends up being with a girl or boy or anyone. Is he going to be flirty? A guy who likes fooling around? A cheater? Or is he a loyal one?

Anyway, I feel like the need to say those to avoid any misunderstanding. And I'm sorry if my answer is so vague it feels like I'm disregarding some of your preferences about Monty. I'm not. I was actually hoping it will help give some of you a little understanding who he might be as a boyfriend from my answers, regardless the sexuality I take him as. (well i still hope it does?🙈)

And same here. I once got this message on my other blogs from a different fandom feeling bothered about my shipping preferences, and I have the same answer as yours, telling them, that it's helping me get by my depression. And I'm so sorry that you're going through it. So, let me express, how I'm happy and proud of you continuing finding a little happiness here and there, and one of them -in this case- is our little Monty. ✨(who might be considered monster to some. skhdnsjsb) But those kind of people are the least of our concerns, cause this is our life. We just have to learn to welcome who's really worth our time and energy.

Also, true, I consider fanfiction a blessing cause you can just freely write anything your heart desires, may it contradict canon or not, but at least, for us, it is our canon. lol, and being able to read other people stories and relate, or simply enjoy what they have written in that fandom you're in. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Aww! I don't mind. Thank you again for trusting me. This means a lot. And thank you for your kind words. Sending lots of love and a Monty plushie you can take care of your way! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

[bitchsexuality]

@animaliae

ok first off i’m sorry i took so long to reply!! i’ve been busy in the most tedious way possible so my brain’s not exactly my best friend right now. second off: THANK U SO MUCH these were so fun to answer!!

i’m putting all of these in the same post because i started talking and i could not Shut The Up, and i think one atrociously long post is better than four long posts when it comes to like, scrollability. scrollpastability? scroll-Something. and putting it under a readmore too for the same reasons

SO, from top to bottom:

weirdest character idea for D-N-D:

it’s an idea i’ve already had because i can’t come up with anything right now dksjfgbd, but

once i made a druid for a D//N/D-based CRPG who only cast spells when they gave him something edible (in theory ofc, the game didn’t let me eat my summoned bears... thankfully...), so i ended up with nothing but goodberries and several animal summoning spells. then i proceeded to cheat my way through the game, which defeated the point sdfgsd, but it was still fun concept-wise

also made me spend too much time wondering if the entangle spell’s vines could be eaten. i mean you can’t eat the WHOLE thing but maybe you could like, munch on it a little, or try to slurp it up like a noodle. it wouldn’t be tasty, it wouldn’t be easy, and it most definitely would not be healthy, but it’s like. the principle of the thing 

if ur asking yourself WHY i did that… well there aren’t THAT many D/ND-based CRPGS out there and i’d already played that one —several times, in fact— so i wanted to try something different :0

i mean it’s not THAT weird tbh, but he’s the only OC i can think of right now that soooooort of fits? and my brain is like, a tundra of creativity at the moment. a deep tar pool that absorbs all inspiration and drags it, kicking and screaming, to its viscous doom. well you get the idea. or i hope you do because i sure fucking don’t

ideal ending for one of my characters:

hmmmm for like, original fiction characters i more or less have all their endings planned out? most of them ARE ideal because i am fully in control of their destinies and i am also a softhearted lidle bich who prefers stories with relatively uplifting/happy endings. or tbh even the ones that aren’t technically happy are still ideal in terms of character arcs, development, etc

(i might be giving myself way too much credit there though skdjgbdksjfg)

and —though this is super unlikely and mostly just me deceiving myself at this point— i do want to publish what i’m working on rn, so talking about endings would be a spoiler for something that does not exist and probably never will outside of my idiot fool head. so i’m gonna talk about an old OC that i’m not doing anything with anymore!

her name was elina and her entire deal was that she came from a family of very powerful witches who owned a, uh, i guess you could call it an archive? or a library?? idk, it was just an ABSURDLY large collection of magic-related books, and it pretty much contained all known arcane knowledge (though come think of it, “all known arcane knowledge” can’t have been THAT much because the archive was just one room. a huge fucking monster of a room yeah but like. still just One)

so anyway, her family members were very dutiful + responsible when it came to the archivelibraryroom thing, but they were also too traditional for her tastes? like they didn’t bother practicing/using magic, or experimenting, or looking for anything outside of books; they only cared about written things, and even then they did nothing but get the Very Important Books, put them in the archivelibraryroom and forget about them completely

then elina ran into a group of other magic-users who were investigating a weird phenomenon in her hometown, and she asked her family about it, but they essentially were like “oh if it doesn’t affect the books we don’t care lol anyway it’s your turn to clean the archivelibrary now”

but yeah i’m sure y’all can tell where this is going kjdfgbd elina was the typical YA protag in that she was super rebellious, so she turned her back on her family and left her house to help the group of inconveniently yet stereotypically teenage magic-users, made friends, learned about magic, blah blah blah

the issue is that i never gave that story an ending? like the closest thing to it was a vague “uhhhh elina goes back home to find the archivelibrary is burning down and pulls some kind of mysterious water magic out of her ass to save it; then her family apologizes, they begin to respect her and she stays with them to keep caring for the archivelibrary, But With A Progressive Twist”

the issue was that after writing around two chapters i realized i didn’t actually Have a plot, so i didn’t know what story that ending would be... ending... and since i couldn’t think of anything + i wasn’t THAT attached to the characters anyway i just gave up on it

but now that i’m thinking of it again, just for the sake of ending the Story That Never Was, i feel like making her earn the respect of her family just because she saved the books + proved she actually cares about that too is, idk, shallow? out of character? 

because she believed that her family’s fixation on history + Neatly Documented stuff was holding them back and making things worse for everyone. she left her home behind because her ideals re.: magic —that it should grow and change to fit the context + people’s needs, and not the other way around— were so strong

OOF THIS IS GETTING SO FUCKING LONG KSDJGB i’m just gonna stop here and say: elina’s new ideal ending is pretty much that while she ends up in friendly terms with her family —because, in spite of their fundamental disagreements, they never hurt her— she doesn’t go back home and chooses to travel around the world instead, helping people in whichever way possible and freely sharing her knowledge with anyone who’s willing to listen and, at the same time, learning from them

i mean, the concept’s not too original ksjdbg just something i thought of super quick, and that’s just a half-assed attempt at closure for an OC i made when i was like… 9

headcanons about my favs:

ok this one’s hard because i’m not into any like… fandom things right now? i haven’t found anything that rly interests me or that i could see myself being passionate about, which sucks because i do kinda miss being into stuff with Established Content :( 

so i’ve been focusing on my OCs + original stories and such. and i’m not sure if OC headcanons count as headcanons because i control canon so technically everything i come up with IS canon. then again it’s headcanon too because it’s a canon from my head because that’s where ideas come from. okay wait i’m not making any cents here x 

but uhh knowing me i might think of something right after publishing this, so if that happens i’ll come back and edit this post :0

also just saying but if any of y’all know of something i could get into then lmk, i’m open to suggestions! preferably free stuff though... i’m beset by capitalisms

a favorite scene that i loved:

i can’t remember any in particular right now, either from my #content or somebody else’s SDFKJGBDF god my mind 😔 well i mean i’m gonna be a little bit full of meself and say that i’ve written things that i really like, especially imagery-wise, but i Also want to publish those someday… like i’ve also written original/OC-related stuff that i don’t plan on publishing, but i’m not THAT proud of them tbh :/

i was —emphasis on was— trying to write a short story about jasna (one of my D-N/D OCs, a cleric of oghma) that never really went anywhere, but i did post a snippet on my OC blog, and that’s what i hate the least out of all my recent attempts at writing? so i’m just gonna put it here again ig sdfgs (not actually linking to the OC blog post because it’s kind of a mess rn, i need to fix the theme + clean it up a bit)

if you got this far and read all of this nonsensical verbal monster: i love u with all my heart and i would legitimately die for u.

[readerwinterbarnes]

Christmas Spirit

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adelaide(Ada)/OC (Platonic friendships)

Summary: Adelaide, being of German decent means her family took Christmas very seriously, including Krampus. Same as her. However, when Sam and Dean’s Christmas spirit is non-existent, she begins to worry.

Word Count: 2,319

Warnings: Language

A/N: This was a Christmas Fic I was challenged to do, I’m sorry if the translations are incorrect. I did research and watched the movie, so I tried to base it off of those. So sorry, if there are mistakes. Sorry also that it’s a bit late as well, time was not on my side.

Thanks @shes-a-little-weird-but-perfect for giving me this Christmas challenge! It was fun!!

Aw Christmas, that time of year again. It’s not like you didn’t love this season, you did. You loved the freshly fallen snow. How it covered the ground and trees in a blanket of white. The crisp clean air that filled your lungs whenever you went outside. The Christmas carols you sang along to with the radio as you baked a variety of cookies, pies and sweet breads. However, you were always on edge more when it came around the corner every year.

You can’t help it, it’s not your fault, no one’s really. It was just out of habit. Your great-great grandparents, great grandparents, grandparents, well pretty much everyone was German. They always told you and did their best to make sure you were always on your best behavior. Helping you keep your Christmas spirit alive. It’s not like you don’t want to be scared of the half-goat, half-demon who comes along with bells, chains, and a bundle of birch sticks to swat naughty children; then takes them away. But it was in your blood. Your own family tradition of sorts, story you’d tell every year. Your parents called to wish you a Merry Christmas and to well, remind you that Krampusnacht (Krampus Night) was coming up. So you did your best to stay calm and cool about it. Not wanting to bring attention to yourself when the boys came entered the bunker.

“Adelaide? We’re back!” Sam’s voice carried down the stairs and into the library where you finished putting the last of the tree ornaments. You were nervous to see how they’d react to the decorations. But the last few hunts have been rough on both of them and Bobby said they needed something to lift their spirits. So having the bunker look more warm and welcoming was a good idea.

“In here!” You wiped your hands off on your pants and turned around to face the two men. Sam looked around in awe, taking it all in. Your heart lifts, when the corner of his lip twitches up in a small smile. But the mood changes as soon as you look at Dean. He just looks at you and turns to head off to his room.

“Sam, is Dean okay? Did I do something wrong?” He looks at you softly, setting his bag on the table, then made his way towards you.

“He’ll be fine Ada, it’s just…Christmas is always a rough for him. For me too, but it was never the same after mom died. Go talk to him, he’ll understand.” You nod sadly, hatting yourself for bringing up painful memories. “Hey Ada?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this though, makes it feel like home.” He gives you one last smile, before you head off to talk to Dean.

Your closed fist hovers over his door, waiting to ask permission to enter. Taking a deep breath, you rap your knuckles against the wood twice. A deep, grunted reply responds.

“Come in Adelaide, I know it’s you.” Twisting the knob, you push the door open. Dean’s sitting on his bed, back facing you, as he’s cleaning his guns.

“I just wanted to say sorry for…I didn’t mean to bring pain for you. Just wanted to do something nice for the both of you.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to upset him further. But when he didn’t respond, you accepted defeat. “Knew this was a stupid idea, not like it matters anyways. I’ll take the stuff down in the morning and come back after the holidays.” You turned to leave, but Dean’s voice stopped you.

“Why?”

“Why what?” You asked him. He stopped what he was doing and stood up to face you.

“Why do all of this? You know how I feel about Christmas, so why bother? Just because I don’t really have faith in all the Christmas mumbo jumbo, doesn’t mean, that whatcha macallit….”

“Krampus...” You say sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It doesn’t mean he’ll come crashing in and dragging me off to hell. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been there and back again a few times. Wouldn’t make any difference now would it? Just because I don’t believe in that crap, doesn’t give you the right to force it on anyone else.” His words felt like salt on a fresh wound. Hit at your very core. Why couldn’t this man just enjoy it for once? Just one year. For you.

“Fick dich Dean.” (Fuck you) You spat at Dean, not giving a shit if he couldn’t understand you or not. You tried your best to stay calm and composed, but that action alone set your nerves on fire. “Fine, die for all I care. Have him drag you to hell, don’t expect me to come dragging you back.” Turning on the heal of your foot, you left his room, slamming the door behind you. You walked into the library, passing Sam while grabbing your coat, then heading to the door.

“Ada, you okay?” Sam called after you, but you didn’t even bother to stop, just tossing a reply over your shoulder.

“Es geht mir gut Sam. Just leave me alone.” (I’m fine Sam) The bunker echoed with the sound of the heavy door slamming into place.

“Dammit Dean, what the hell did you do?” I barge into my brother’s room with clear intention of getting an answer. He groaned and stood up from where he was previously laying on the bed.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do shit.” He tried to walk past me, but I blocked his path,

“Then why did Adalaide leave the bunker as if she was intended to kill someone? Is this all about this whole Krampus thing?” Dean groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Yeah, okay. That what you want to hear? I just don’t see the big deal about not believing in it.” I completely understood what he was saying, sure Christmas was never really something we celebrated, and Krampus might actually be a fictional creature, but we’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit. I crossed my arms and stared at Dean.

“You ever think about it from her point of view though?” I continued before he could say something. “She grew up with this Dean, her whole family grew up believing about Krampus and how you’d either get a shoe full of gifts or a stick. How he’d drag those who don’t believe down to wherever he lives. She grew up just like us Dean, grew up knowing about monsters and who knows, Krampus might even be real! Hell, we’ve faced several creatures others deemed didn’t exist and yet we did.” I sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Just….just go talk to her okay? Maybe start off by saying sorry?” I smile slightly when he puts his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go apologize.” He grabs his coat and makes his way to join her. I just hoped they work things out.

It didn’t take me long to find where Ada was. I found her sitting on the hill a bit away from the bunkers entrance, back facing towards me. A slight breeze caused her to pull her coat around her tighter. I frown at the sight and went back inside to grab a few blankets before making my way to her.

She jumps slightly when I wrap a fleece blanket across her shoulders, handing her a second one to put on her lap. You’d have to blind to not notice her tear stained face, eyes puffy clear evidence that she was.

“I’m sorry, Ada for talking shit about Christmas and all, it’s just…I never saw it as a big deal ya know?” Instantly start talking before she could get even one word out, I needed to get this out before I changed my mind. “Ever since my mom died, Christmas was….it usually ended up with just Sam and me. A piece of crap tree with pine car air fresheners hanging from it, and usually shitty stolen gifts under it. Dad was, well doing what he always did. Out hunting or some shit. We didn’t have the lights, cookies, didn’t even have a fucking real Christmas tree. Instead, it was always just me and Sammy….so sorry, if I give off all the whole Scrooge shit. It’s just not my favorite holiday, brings up too many things.” Ada sits quietly and lets Dean talk, she’s still pissed at him, but she understands his feeling for this holiday more. In fact she feels sorry for him and Sam, how they never had the chance to really have a nice Christmas.

“You still hurt me, Dean. I know it’s not your favorite holiday, but it’s important to me. My whole family is German and they had some pretty strong beliefs when it came to this time of year. Some kids believe in Santa Claus, a fat, jolly old man who comes down the chimney, fills the stockings, puts presents under the tree, eats cookies they leave out and all this happy ho ho ho shit. But not with my family, it’s the complete opposite. If you lose faith, like the Christmas Spirit, you better hope he doesn’t come to get you.” Ada pulls the blanket around her tighter, leaning her head on Deans shoulder. She was glad he didn’t say anything and just let her talk.

“I remember when my Oma (grandmother) talked harshly to my parents about me and my sibling’s behavior. How if we didn’t improve he would come take us away. The morning of Christmas, I remember watching as my older bruder (brother), and schwester (sister) opened the door hesitantly. Hoping we didn’t see a bundle of sticks on our doorsteps, but it was always shoes filled with gifts, trinkets and such. It was such a relief when we saw that, then the rest of the day went on normally. One year, when I was ten, rumor went around, that a fellow student in school, who was rough around the edges…” Dean looked over at Ada, when squeezed his hand tightly, a faraway look in her eyes.

“What happened Ada?” She looked at Dean, then back to the tree line.

“We tried to tell him he needed to do something or Krampus was going to come to get him, but…he never listened. Shortly after Christmas, he went missing. No one saw him leave the house or take anything. His belongings were still inside his room. ‘Course it could’ve been from a completely different reason, but everyone knew it was cause of Krampus.” She took a deep breath before looking back at Dean, thinking her next words carefully.

“I know you and Sam never had a great Christmas and I understand if you never believe in Christmas or Krampus or whatever. But, can…can you just this once? You and Sam are everything to me. You’re the only family I have here in the states, you both saved my ass more times than I can count and not only that, but you both deserve to be happy! Eat cookies, sing carols out of tune, decorate a tree, get hungover from spiked eggnog, eat all the pie you can eat, open gifts Christmas morning! I just want to give you and Sam the Christmas you never really got. You guys deserve that much.”

Dean just stares at Ada for a few seconds, then stares off to the side watching as the birds flew by. Letting the crisp air seep into his bones, getting lost in his own thoughts, taking in everything she said. He never knew how much Christmas actually meant to her, let alone her how much she really wanted him and Sam to get what they never really had. Making his decision, Dean stands up and reaches for her hand, helping her up.

“Come on, guess we better make a run.” Ada stares at him, eyes widely.

“You serious?” He smiles at her.

“Yeah, we need food to make Christmas dinner, right? Not to mention, we need to get gifts still.” She jumps up and down, squealing excitedly. Wrapping her arms around Dean tightly, he laughed and squeezed her back just as tightly. Loving the girl who became the sister that he always wanted.

“You’re the best Dean,” she smiles at Dean, “thank you for doing this.” Dean can’t help but smile softly at her, happy to see her usual smile back. He kisses her forehead, then walking back to the bunker with her.

“Anything for you, Adelaide. Now, let’s get Sam and get started. Yeah?”

“Yes, let’s.” Dean opens the door and calls out to Sam as you both head down the stairs.

“Sammy! Grab your coat, we’re making a Christmas run.” Not even thirty seconds pass, that Sam is walking down the hallway with a huge grin on his face. Knowing you managed to convince Dean, but most importantly that you and Dean were happy. This Christmas turned out to be the best one, the three of you had. It was filled with so many new happy memories, filled with joy, laughter and pie…so much pie. Ada’s belief in Krampus never left, but she knew her boys were safe and no longer had anything to worry about.