#monsterkisser fics

[morvantmortuary]

speaking of rising again —

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[monsterkisserlove]

Bad Luck Charm: Chapter Two

Veronika just has the worst luck imaginable. So what could go wrong when she tries to correct this luck with a spell… Well, we’ll find out.

TW/CW: Blood mention, death/murder mention, cursing.

Pairing: M Demon/F Human

a/n SFW but will become NSFW as the chapters go on, those chapters will be well marked though. However, under 18s DNI! This blog and these fics ain’t for you.

Chapter One

“Hello, morsel,” they crouched, closing the distance in one graceful move, the smell of burning charcoal and earth filling her senses, “now how can I help a delicious thing like you?” 

Veronika stayed silent, mouth agape as she took in the imposing creature barely a breath away, utterly shocked at what just happened. 

The demon tilted their head, waiting for her answer as she drank in the image of the creature before her. A muscular physique emphasised by the slim, almost obscenely fitted black trousers, a shirt only half buttoned up, black tattoos curling and dancing over the exposed plum coloured skin.  

Bright golden hoops along both of their pointed ears, abstract against the blackened tips and silky hair.  

Their long, swaying tail almost hypnotic calming her just for a moment before she snapped back to the insanity that was currently happening before her eyes. 

And then she panicked, gasping as she scrambled backwards away from the monster she’d summoned, chest heaving as she thought about the consequences of what she’d just done.  

No one summoned demons anymore, if this was what she’d managed to do, every magic user knew that you did not summon demons. Not only was it very illegal, nearly every single person who’d bought a demon to this plane would meet a very grisly fate. 

This was a luck spell!  

Demon conjuring took far more effort and specialised components, not just some old pennies and a handful of chamomile! 

Throughout her rambling internal monologue, the creature had not moved an inch, eyes still trained on her panic-stricken face. 

The witch was frantically trying to remember anything she knew about demons, which wasn't a lot seeing as the last known summoning was over a century ago that ended with the brutal murder of an entire city of people.  

That was the tale that every witch or mage were told when they started learning how to wield their talents, the dire story of one man’s desire for power and control that ended in the blood bath of hundreds upon hundreds of people. A story about how that now abandoned place was a great scar of deep, unending evil. 

Suddenly a piece of vital information came to her from a hidden recess of her mind, a brief memory of a short lesson regarding what to do in the very worst situation possible. 

Do not break the sigil circle.  

Do not let them free. 

Making to scramble back further away from the circle and the thing in the circle, Veronika went to stand so that she could put considerable distance between them but as she did, her luck failed once more and she fell backwards. One leg curling underneath her, hands behind her palm down on the wooden boards, and her other leg...  

That leg had kicked out and shoved her heel through the ash drawn patterns and now sat between the demons' legs.  

Eyes glittering with tears, Veronika stared up at the figure as they stood to their full height and grinned down at the terrified witch, sharp teeth glinting in the pale moonlight. 

“How foolish,” the demon rumbled, “but I thank you for releasing me.”  

Stepping outside of the sigils and away from the witch, the demon cast a lofty glance around her living quarters and exhaled a barely concealed sigh. “I suppose this will do.” As they raised a clawed hand, Veronika hid her face in her hands, desperately trying to not think about whatever excruciating pain would come next.  

But aside from a quiet whoosh, nothing happened to her. 

Tentatively peeling her fingers from her face, the room was now bathed in a warm glow, every candle around the room alight.  

“So,” the demon started, “what is it that you desire?” Once again, those midnight black eyes fixed on her staring at, what felt like, directly into her soul and heart. 

Veronika stayed silent, curling up into herself, praying that this was all some sort of dream or hallucination caused by her own misfortune.  

Alas no, the demon cleared their throat, an eyebrow raised at the quivering mortal cowing away from them on the floor. When they were met with yet another wall of silence, the monster growled quietly stalking back towards the timid witch. 

“You summoned me, did you not?” They barked, standing above her and looking down upon her shaking form. “Do you wish me to rid you of your enemy? To gift you riches or eternal life?” 

That snapped her out of her petrified daze for a moment. The creature hadn’t said enemies, they’d said enemy. Singular.  

“En-enemy? I-... I don’t have an enemy?” Veronika whimpered out, the demons face contorting in confusion.  

“Well,” they started, “I’ve never known a friend to hex another friend. Aside from Golgarth, but they were quite the joker.” The demon chortled at the memory of their friend, shaking their head for a moment before staring back down at Veronika. 

“Wait-, what!? I’ve been hexed!?” She screeched, before clapping a hand to her mouth, seeing the demons face scrunched up in pain at the high-pitched squeal. 

“Yes... You did not know? Surely that is why you called me here?” 

Veronika tentatively stood from the floor, wringing her bloody, ash covered, hands and realised that the top of her head only reached to the middle of their chest.  

By Goddess, they were tall. 

“I didn’t even mean to summon you!” She burst out, allowing herself to fall back onto the sofa. Veronika was quickly becoming tired of this whole event and just wishing that the thing had killed her when it first stepped from the sigil.  

Staring despondently at her lap, she didn’t even look up when the sofa creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the creature seating itself beside her.  

“I do not understand, morsel...,” the demon began, “quite clearly you are a very powerful witch, surely you are the head of your coven? Not just anyone could summon me, Delth the Lord of the Midnight Realm.” 

Well, at least Veronika now had a name to go with the face and a confirmation that he was a demon, that and one from one of the deepest parts of the underworld. Fuck. 

That and she wasn't anywhere near ready to breech the whole ‘head of a coven’ and powerful witch bullshit he was spouting. 

“Look,” she grabbed the tome of spells from the floor where it lay and thrust toward Delth, “this was just a luck spell! I’ve been having awful luck and I just wanted to turn it around!” She exclaimed, simultaneously proud of her confident outburst and afraid that she may have just angered the demon lord.  

Delths’ long, sharp tipped fingers idly flipped the page, a sharp eyebrow raised at the increasingly less timid human woman beside him. “No,” he started, explaining himself clearly as though he was speaking to a child, “this is an ancient summoning rite. The scrap missing was most likely referring to the blood offering of the enchanter.” 

The demon took her hands, flipping them over to show the wounds that were pebbling droplets of bright, crimson blood upon her palms. 

“Your blood, the sigils and the deep, powerful intent is what brought me here.”  

Veronika snatched her hands away from Delth, curling them into fists as she scrunched up her face, overwhelming frustration flooding her whole body. 

“Now,” he started once more, placing a long-clawed hand upon her thigh and relishing in the sweet touch of warm flesh he hadn’t felt in eons, “your mistake of bringing me here does not negate the fact that I am here now. We are to make a pact, that is unless you’d like me to walk free within the mortal realm.”  

A bolt of panic shot through her, erasing her own self-punishment at the thought of a demon being released among humans. That would be disastrous, and not something she could have on her conscience.  

“No, no... I’ll make the pact,” the demon grinned, sharp teeth flashing in the warm candlelight, “but! I want to know what my end of this bargain is before I agree to anything!”  

If it wasn’t for the sharp curled horns, the imposing size of him and the generally frightening demeanour of the creature, Veronika would have said that Delth was pouting. 

It was quite sweet actually, despite the fact that he was most likely going to ask for her soul to devour and perhaps the address of a nearby convent if that hadn’t filled him up. 

“That is acceptable, however, little morsel,” he squeezed her thigh, claws raking gently against the softness of her skin, emphasising his point further, “the payments you make will entirely depend on what you ask of me. If I were to be asked to deliver coins, I would ask for something in return that I could use to make myself wealthy. If I were to be asked to grant power, I would then gain power over them, do you see?” 

The heat of his grip was distracting her to no end, the sensation almost making her forget that the hand causing a shiver to shoot down her spine was attached to the most dangerous creature in all the realms. But she understood, an eye for an eye and all that. Or more like a favour in return for her first-born child, she supposed. 

“Okay,” Veronika started hesitantly, “so if I were to ask you to remove this hex, tell me who placed it and then leave, what would you want in return?” 

Delth hummed to himself, thumb idly tracing searing hot circles into her skin, carefully thinking on his answer. “Removing a hex is easy work for someone of my kind, and tracing it will be just as easy, however I shall not be leaving my little morsel. Curing a malady such as you have upon you will require a cure in return.”  

A salacious smirk spread over his face, those sharp, glinting teeth making another appearance, his grip tightening on her.  

Veronikas’ eyes widened, frantically searching him for any injury or illness he may have, but she could see none, just the thick, powerful muscles beneath his tightly fitting clothes.  

“What do you mean you won’t be leaving!? And I’ve never been able to heal anyone before, I’ve only ever made things worse!” She admitted, afraid that if she’d said yes without disclosing that information, he’d expect her to heal him but she wouldn’t be able to and then she’d be in even more trouble than before. 

Quicker than she could blink, Delth twisted in his seat, one hand still firmly gripping her leg and the other had gone to grasp her jaw, thumb stroking along her full lower lips, claws scraping over her red, flushed skin.  

Delths’ monstrously handsome face nought but an inch from hers, swallowing her in those endless abyssal eyes, the smell of burning pine and a heady musk filling her senses until she could think of nothing but him. 

“Oh morsel,” the demon practically purred, the deep rumbling resonating in very bones, his long-split tongue wetting his lips, “I need a cure for boredom and it is going to be you.” 

TBC 

[morbsxadorbs]

IT IS COMPLETE!!! ✨

For years since my buddy @imalsonotsure/ @three-stacked-raccons was kind enough to draw this portrait of Academic!Zemo, inspired by the events of my fic from sokovia with love (specifically a scene in ch. 4), I’ve sworn that I would find all the pieces to get as close to fully replicating the outfit as I can on my chibi!Zemo doll:

behold, the art in question!! ^ link to the original post here on Toni’s blog so it can receive the love it deserves

And at last, it’s finally come together!!

it’s not completely detail accurate to the art’s colors, but I was so excited just to have the main pieces, I had to put it up! LOOK AT HIM IT’S SO CUTE 🥰 🖤💜🖤

this is a small close-up shot, just because. he doesn’t have a bow tie in the original art or the fic, but it was so cute I couldn’t resist (and I’m sure, knowing Zemo, he’d be very tempted to throw it on just to complete his “who, me? I’m just a harmless little history professor 🥺” cover as they infiltrate the library).

this was a lot of fun to finally dress him up in, and it means a lot to me to finally get to pay tribute in a way to a piece of art that I’ve adored ever since it was posted 🖤 thank you again for your time and your talent, Toni! Love you, friend! 💖💖💖

as for me, expect more silly dress-up shenanigans, especially as we get closer to Halloween 🎃🦇 thanks for humoring me in the meantime 🖤

[grimm-writings]

Hey! Can I request a falin x reader where reader is a lone researcher in the dungeon and stumbles into chimera falin and the two fall in love?

Maybe Like a 5 times the reader has met chimera falin and 1 time the two get to meet after she’s turned back type story?

beauty/beast

…ft! falin x gn! reader

…tags! 5+1 format, reader is like slightly unhinged, fluff with moments of angst, slight suggestiveness

…wc! 2789

…notes! grimm tries not to come off as a monsterkisser for nearly 2.7k words, the fic,,,, hope you enjoy!!!! i love chimera falin so bad… 

One

You can’t say you didn’t ask for this.

It’s a death sentence to traverse into a dungeon on your own, especially with your lack of combat skills.  If you were sane, you’d have hired a bodyguard to help take down monsters you couldn’t handle.  Fortunately, you are not, and decided instead you could very well handle monsters in a pacifistic way.

Any companion you told this to chose to stare at you like you admitted to dark magic.

So, you’ll simply prove the nay-sayers wrong!  After all, how hard can it be to tame some monsters?

Very hard, actually.  Like… incredibly.

You had to pride yourself in how you managed to sweet-talk some petty thieves for advice on monsters in the floor you’re currently on, even how to avoid orcs!  At least that much is out of the way.

As for fighting, well, sometimes a very sharp slap to the head with a book, or even the sharp tip of a pen can subdue anyone, if just to give you enough time to run.

Besides, blood makes for some extra ink if you just happened to come by a dead body!

Going purely on efficiency alone, you’re doing tremendous work!  When it comes to your study?  Not so much.

The purpose of coming all the way down here is that you have a very specific urge.  That being, to tame a beast.  Some researchers gained the will to try and do the same to elemental spirits, why not other monsters?

One of the most common rebuttals you receive is that monsters are animals, they can’t be tamed at all, and you shouldn’t even try lest you want your head bitten off.  Considering thus far you only got bitten by a walking mushroom, you think you’re doing rather well!  (You did take an hour to contemplate to yourself how a walking mushroom seemingly has teeth, though.)

That brings you now later to the fourth floor, trying to shield your notes from the water as you lament losing more ink.  Sure, you might write a little bit more than should be necessary, but you surely can’t be out already!

So, delight fills you as you peer past a doorway to see the top half of a woman face down on the floor.  Haha, you can likely drain her pretty easily for some ink!  Looks fresh enough, and some patches of her are already damp with red!

You skip over, humming as you do so, when all at once the woman jerks and looks up at you.  Her golden eyes pierce your own, making you freeze in place.  You wonder if something had gotten mixed up and a succubus ended up making its way to an upper floor, when the walls of the small tower the woman is inhabiting collapses.

A chimera screeches at you, as if telling you to leave it alone.  If you weren’t so awestruck, you would have tried to shush it, lure it towards you and petted its oddly human head.  Alas, you let the chicken-legged thing go, finding a safe haven for itself.

Day 1: I have found a beast in its purest form. I must pursue it. I must tame it.

Two

‘Obsession’ would be putting your experience lightly.

You had never wanted to gaze upon a monster as much as you wished to see the chimera again.  Unique is its proportions, the lower body of a dragon and the torso and head of an adult tallwoman.

To anyone else, its face must be more of a lure.  With the prettiest face and… great assets to boot, like a fish drawn to an angler fish's light, a blindsided adventurer comes near.

You had tried to navigate where the beast has gone, observing the damages of certain areas to lead you closer to it.

Thoughts course through your mind like speckles of a daydream as you walk and walk and walk, trying to sneak past other enemies and adventurers as you do so.  What would its feathers feel like?  Is it different from the mop of blonde hair on its head?  You didn’t get the chance to observe its eyes – are they human or monster?  What of its body heat?  What is its diet?

Ah.  Diet.

Your own body stops walking in realisation.  By all means, comparing their mouth to the rest of their body, it’s ultimately impossible for the chimera to have a stable diet in this dungeon, correct?

Perhaps… you need to make a lure of your own.

Even after days of navigating the dungeon, you still have plenty of rations from the surface remaining in your bag.  Hopefully the chimera likes the most noble meal one can fit inside a lunchbox — meats and pasta with the richest sauce.  One could say your taste in meals is unique, eliciting a morbid curiosity.  If the beast is more in tune with its human side, it will react the same.

You don’t know what tempted you to arrange a table with two chairs on either side.  It’s not like the chimera could fit, but it was only suitable for your first formal meeting with it!  Oh, how you can’t wait to observe it eating, and so close…!

If you’re lucky, it may even attempt to taste you.

You promptly shake off the thought.

What you focus on now is to draw the chimera near.  It seems to favour secluded areas, but has been seemingly chased around.  Aw, is it scared of humans?  That’s just adorable!  Or, maybe, it’s resting before setting off on a search…  Now that’d be some juicy stuff!  Who’s the chimera’s prey?  Another monster, or humans?

Oh, of course you’ll use yourself as bait.  You’re not a coward!

You know basic enough spells that you won’t be entirely drained of mana upon use, lighting up a route to catch the chimera’s attention upon spotting it.  Down you lead it, making yourself look as bright and delectable as possible, before sitting in your seat, your meal readily prepared for the chimera.

You smile up at her as she pokes at the food you prepared, and she begins to eat.

Day 3: The beast was very hungry upon encounter.  Even when she finished the meal, she insisted on having something more.  I complied, and soon I had emptied my entire share of rations.  The chimera eats food made for humans easily. This elicits curiosity – it might be proof enough that the chimera’s existence in this dungeon is unnatural.  Even now, it looks too… human.  I feel uncomfortable now referring to the beast as such – an ‘it’. Thus, I will refer to the chimera as ‘she’ from here on.  It suits her.  She truly is magnificent.   All signs point to her being an attempt at creating a ‘beast-kin’, but instead of using the soul of a monster and body of a human, it’s as if it’s a mesh of both.  A disgustingly beautiful transformation.  To compare, it is not dissimilar to the breeding of a pug.  Deliberately done to appease someone, something.  A selfish birth. Someone must be wanting to do the same as I to the chimera – tame her to their whims. …I’ll have to look further into this.

Three

You feel less in control of your studies these days.

The more you hang around the dungeon, scavenging for food and following your muse, the more insane you feel.  But, for the sake of research, you power through.

The chimera, she has been opening herself up to you.  When she gets anxious, her feathers ruffle, and you shush her with pets.  She calms down occasionally.  Once, you had encountered her, blood on her body and under her fingernails.  You cleaned her using the mana-infused water.  She had never looked so calm.

She doesn’t feel like a monster you have tamed, but a friend.

This scares you.

Sure, there’s the possibility that the chimera is an unnatural phenomenon, and isn’t even a monster.

But that also means you’re losing your resolve.

The chimera sits with you, as you scrub her red-scaled talons free of dirt and blood.  Her upper body leans on you, resting.  You can even hear little chirps slipping from her lips.

She’s so cute.

Even as her golden eyes soften, the small slits in them dilating to exhibit relaxation, she smiles at you.  You don’t flinch when her hands take your face to look at you.  She’s a bird after all – she might be trying to memorise you, how you look, so she knows not to hurt you in the future.

You were nearly about to reminisce on your further embarrassment when the chimera speaks.

Four words.  She spoke four words in the common language, leaving you staring at her.  You’re speechless.  She must know that she’s caught you off guard as she slowly tucks your hair behind your ear and moves away.

The moment is quickly ruined.  “Dragon!”  A boyish voice calls.  “There you are.  You’ve been leaving my side so frequently.  There’s no time to–”

An elf in a cloak freezes upon noticing you.  His heavy eye bags rival your own as he glares down at your sitting position.

You don’t do anything, merely looking up at your friend in confusion.  She is back to being silent again, reaching her arms out to the elf, as if about to pick him up.  He swats at her, before pointing at you.

“Kill them,” he demands her.

She hesitates.  You also find yourself unable to move.  So the chimera is under someone’s control after all.  This elf, forcing you apart from your friend.

You hardly process your friend lifting you off the floor, her fingers closing in around your throat.  Tighter and tighter.  Your eyes can barely make out her empty expression as she squeezes the life out of your lungs.

Snap.

You fall onto the floor, and the mad mage leaves with his dragon in tow.

Day ??: “My name is Falin.” The chimera told me this last time we encountered one another.  She has a name.  A beautiful name that belongs just to her.  Falin. …I would say ‘my Falin’, but she is not.  She is under the control of that elf.  I wouldn’t want her to be my Falin anyway. She shouldn’t belong to anyone. I was revived by a kindly Eastern woman, who is accompanying a group of retainers following their lord.  They are joined by another party, also recently revived. Apparently, in my revival, I had uttered her name, “Falin,” and captured the attention of the malnourished lord. He is looking for her. …I was informed she is his love. Pushing personal feelings aside, I asked to come along.  I neglected to mention Falin’s current state.  I couldn’t do that to him right now.  Maybe once he sleeps, or eats… but not now. Falin, I wish to save you.  That is my goal now. You are not a monster to be tamed.

Four

Today, you met Laios Touden.

He is Falin’s older brother, you learn.

You met a lot of people, actually.  You met Falin’s party, an elf who Falin went to school with, as well as Laios Touden.

“You’ve seen Falin?”  He asks you, brow creased.  He had leaned forward in interest.  Lord Toshiro, Kabru, and Asebi were also listening to you with intrigue.

You nod.  “Yes, but I fear the situation might be a little more than you have bargained for,” you vaguely inform.

Your words would be interrupted by Laios’ request to talk privately with Toshiro, to which you comply.  You do already have a feeling of what's being said, something Kabru seems to pick up on as he glances over at you.

“Falin… isn’t faring well, is she?”

“Not in the traditional sense,” you reply.  Kabru grimaces, clearly not appreciating your rather… erratic way of conversing.  You add before he could talk back, “she’ll come back for me.”

Kabru furrows his brow.  “Excuse me?”

His question remains unanswered until you are swept up in a heated battle.  Looks of horror cross everyone’s faces at the bloody acts committed by the chimera.

You merely smile.

“Hello beauty,” you whisper when she turns to you.  Falin steps forward, cornering you.  You welcome her with open arms – and the world becomes dark again.

Day ??: Scorned though I may be by Lord Toshiro, I know myself not to be mad, but in love. Yes, I am in love.  I know this now for certain. I know that he, too, is in love.  I do not see his wishes badly.  In fact, from a sane man’s mouth, it is perfectly understandable.  Dark magic is dangerous.  As is love.  He’s risking his own reputation for it, even if others don’t appear to see things the way he does. But when push comes to shove, I am not that sane man.  I am joining Laios Touden’s party in the retrieval of Falin. The aftermath of the battle consisted of a hearty meal.  Who knew monsters could taste so nice?  Keep this in mind for the next adventure. I had figured this all came from the result of black magic.  Marcille Donato is a much more interesting woman than I thought.  I’m sure I could learn a lot from her. Hence, we march forward.  I know you aren’t in your right mind, Falin, but trust that I am. I will risk it all for you, beauty.

Five

The ice is cold underneath your fingertips.  The woman encased inside is relaxed, as if she’s merely asleep.  To see her completely separated from the lower half of the chimera body was something uncanny to you, so used to seeing her towering over you, able to squash you like a bug.

You turn to Marcille as she approaches.  “You had the right mind, keeping her fresh like this.  Deep down, you really did want to follow through with the plan!”

The blonde elf is sheepish.  “I did end up causing a right mess in the end.  It… It was selfish of me.”

“It was love,” you reply.

“Not the love Falin needs, though,” she finishes.

You both stare up at her in silence.  If you were delusional enough, you could swear you could see Falin breathing.

“I love her,” you admit, quieter than you have ever been.  “Is that alright with you?”

Marcille turns to you, her eyes wide.  For such a gossip, she really hasn’t picked up on it?

“I…”  She hesitates.  Her hands reach her trousers, and she scrunches up the fabric in her hands.  “It’s not my choice what – or who – Falin chooses.  I don’t think I have the right to decide anything for her.”

You nod, graciously taking Marcille’s word to heart.

You feel you’ve also changed throughout your journey.  Volatile as you may be, you appreciate Falin as she is.  An untamed beauty.  Not for anyone to claim or put their ideals onto.

She’s simply Falin.

“Come on,” Marcille takes your hand.  She has the kind of look on her face where you know she accepts you readily.  “Let’s go eat, okay?  For Falin.”

You smile back.  “For Falin.”

I don’t care about the day anymore. Falin is being revived today.  Soon, I’ll have a chance to meet the real her.  The beauty behind the beast. Ha.  I haven’t called her that for a while. Maybe I’ll follow Toshiro’s way and propose immediately too?  No, Marcille may accept me, but that might result in another need for revival. I can’t wait to get to know you.

the first time

Falin opens the door with a dazed expression, not expecting the crowd waiting around the door.  Of course, this resulted in quite the hoo-ha.  People running around, celebrating the successful revival of Falin Touden.  You wait patiently for you to be welcomed once more.

The woman is sitting calmly at her bed.  Some of her features are still feathered, but you’ve always liked how they felt underneath your fingertips.

She glances up at you, examining your form.

You’re taller than she thought.

“Hi,” you say, handing over a random blade of grass you picked.

Falin takes it.  Her fingers brush against your own.  She starts twirling the natural green between her fingers.  She smiles warmly.  “Hello,” her soft, tired voice returns.  It’s so sweet that you might melt.  “My name is Falin.  It’s nice to meet you.”

You know from the way she glances up at you that she already remembers you quite well.

Feeling the happiest you’ve ever been, you fall into Falin, pulling her into the tightest of hugs.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you too, beauty.”

Today, she asked me if she could belong to me. I said yes, but only if she belonged to herself first. She accepted.

[mister13eyond]

DOPPIO, MY SWEET DOPPIO, I HAVE THE MOST VITAL OF ORDERS FOR YOU: INFILTRATE THIS "ANIME" "CON"

Had an amazing time as Doppio at the con! I got to take a picture with Griffin Burns, Doppio's English VA- he loved the phone prop!

And lastly, I may have sat down to read the whole latest chapter of @monsterkissed 's fic, Being No One Going Nowhere at the con. 0 regrets, I'm so full of Emotions

[monsterkissed]

🎱, 🌿, & 🎨

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity

the best advice i got for creativity was the "five shit ideas" method, which is where every single day you write out five shit ideas for projects (stories, art, whatever, the guy who told me this got the idea from an app developer). this is one of the best methods i have found for just learning how to take the pressure off and come up with stuff, mostly because is has the most important attribute any piece of advice can have: it's easy

in terms of writers block, it's a cliche to say "just write" but i think the slightly more actionable advice is "just write something you are actually enthused about." doesn't matter if it's bad (it never matters if your first draft is bad, that's what first drafts are for), but also doesn't matter if that means pivoting to another project or skipping to a different part of your current one, writing crack or indulgent nonsense, whatever. i think the only thing that really fixes block is learning to enjoy the process again, so that needs to be your priority

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

this is the first piece of fanart i ever got on anything i have written and idk that made me feel like some kind of Real Writer or something, and also just look at it. the little hair tail, the eye replacing the boob window (for when your eyes are, in fact, down there) the head holding that is v gentle and tender and simultaneously the equivalent of when people hug their dogs because they don't know how they actually like to be touched. beautiful.

[nylazor]

First sentence game

Tagged by @voxofthevoid 💙💙💙

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

So I was tagged over a month ago but I only now have the motivation to do it, I counted most recent as most recently posted (possibly because there's another tag game specifically for wips I'm doing right after this)

1. Ritsuka opens the sliding door to see Proto!Cu sitting on the balcony, overseeing the lush garden. The moon was high in the sky and stars winking down at them, uncovering a breathtaking atmosphere. (Fate/GO, Proto!Cu/Ritsuka, gift fic, smut, here)

2. Ritsuka's hand goes down and circles Billy's wrist, nails digging into the flesh, letting out a wanton moan. "Billy!" (Fate/GO, Billy/Ritsuka, giftfic, gunplay, smut, here)

3. Ever since Ritsuka summoned Mori and they'd had their big reunion, he'd seemed to be avoiding him. (Fate/GO, Ritsuka/Mori, self indulgent, smut, here)

4. We’ll leave the Servant summoning using Chaldea’s Saint Graphs for later. (Fate/GO, retelling of story, here)

5. Angra was hanging out in the cafeteria, chewing on some jerky. (Fate/GO, fluff, gift fic, here)

6. Ritsuka watched as her servants fought. (Fate/GO, smut, gift fic, petplay, here)

7. Ritsuka had a tell. (Fate/Go, character study, Ritsuka/Mori, here)

8. Eri watched as Chisaki stuck the needle deep into her thigh, straight into her femur. Through thorough research that he didn't share with her, she knew that bone marrow was a necessary component to the bullets that erased quirks. (BNHA, Villian Eri, here)

9. Ritsuka snapped the book shut with a bang. (Fate/GO, vent fic, Mori/Ritsuka, here)

10. The first time she throws up is right after the Baobhan incident. (Fate/GO, gift fic, monster!Ritsuka, here)

wow, I really write short sentences. anyway...

I tag (no pressure) @basedbogwizard @moniesmonsters @arysthaeniru @monsterkissed @candleshopmenace @artsy-deathand @ch-amanyone else who wants to!

[monsterkiss]

Hello! I wanted to ask how you feel about "sharing" f/os? My self ship side blog is Catras-Witchy-Girlfriend, and I'd really love to be your mutual, but I'd understand if you're not comfortable sharing her, but I just wanted to know because honestly I haven't gone on the Catra x reader tag in so long because...nobody writes for her anymore. *Sniffle* So I ended up stopping too, but I'd really love to get back into it and possibly make some new friends who love Shera and love Catra the same way I do! (Because she deserves all the love!!! 💕🥹)

Omggg hi!!! First of all idk if you want this answered publicly or not, please tell me if you'd prefer that I delete this!

Secondly, I'm fine with sharing any F/Os, Catra included!! Also I'm pretty sure I follow that side blog? Obv not as monsterkiss since it's a side blog but y'know. 👀 Pretty sure I read some of your fics and reblogged at some point! 💕 Man I'd be only happy to be mutuals and hopefully friends!! 🥹💖

I don't read fanfic too often currently so I also don't check tags that often but… it's a bummer if people don't write for Catra x reader much? I'd imagine she'd be more popular! Maybe I'm just very biased but…!

But yes please feel free to follow/interact/message, I'd be only happy about that!! :D

[alonelysimp]

im so in love w the bracers its not even funny anymore

i just heard what they sound like... bc i usually play late at night w my volume off.... i swear i have never wanted to hug an npc so badly (jokes im way too invested into every npcs life)

oh, my heart when they !!

[jackie-kawaii]

My art for @monsterkissed ‘s fic / Tilling The Desert Sands For @rfweeks​ RFBang2020!!!~~

[morvantmortuary]

[kame-dori]

“The body, Doppio,” he said in a low growl. “The surface may lie, but from within nothing is hidden. The tension in the muscles, the changes in temperature, the movements in the stomach and the gut, the rush of hormones in the blood… These are the keys that unlock the truth.”

In a time of busy-ness, I thought it'd be fun to draw a few moments from the latest chapter of @monsterkissed 's fic "I Think We're Alone Now".

[mistytpednaem]

some overdue fanart of my friend @monsterkissed's fanfiction, The Comrade's Song! It's overdue both because it is a very good fic that I would recommend heartily if you are into the type of content that it offers (by which I mean DO mind the content warnings), and because @monsterkissed has been a wonderful friend throughout the past year and a bit and alSO THEIR BIRTHDAY WAS A FEW WEEKS AGO SO THIS IS KIND OF A BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT?? yes. i tried. many attempts were made during the production of this picture

SO UH

YEAH!!!

[yurimultiship]

Lisa Lisa/Suzie Q fics

The dynamic between those two has such great potential! Here are a few fics I liked.

Fidelity, by monsterkiss, rated General Audiences

“Then why?” She pushed her glasses down, looking at the young woman eye to eye. “I have found your service exemplary. You’d be very missed. If there is something I can do-”

“No, Miss!” Suzi leaned forward, hands in tight fists. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Miss Lisa Lisa! You’ve been so wonderful and this job is so incredible and you’ve been kind and lovely and,” she stopped, took a breath, “that’s the problem, Miss.”

Shaken Hearts, by apples4ryuk, rated Teens and Up

Lisa Lisa didn’t expect to become so fond of her new tenant. She didn’t expect her eyes to follow the lines of Suzie’s body more than once, or to admire the way Suzie’s casual dresses fitted her. She didn’t expect to adore that smile on those small puckered lips when they pointed at her or to get lost in the sparkle of Suzie’s big blue eyes.

Lessons from the Master, by hushroom, rated Explicit

Suzi Q’s Hamon lessons.

Off the Clock, by alizarin_scribbles, rated Explicit

Pre-Battle Tendency. When Suzie is off-duty one evening, Lisa Lisa ends up in her room at the least convenient time.

they say a secret is something (you tell another person), orphan_account, rated Explicit

Sometimes, when Suzi Q is performing some of her other duties, Lisa Lisa lets herself slip.

[mister13eyond]

My partner and I have been basically having a fic book club where we both read ⁦@monsterkissed 's "Being No One, Going Nowhere" , an incredible fic that TOTALLY isn't emotionally destroying me once a chapter 😭 So have a Doppio with Tiramisu, for my health 😭

read the fic here and suffer deliciously with me; I'm not even caught up yet and I'm already laying on the floor in a puddle of my own emotions about Doppio at any given point

[monsterkissed]

I have never tried anything like this before, but I have a place you can send prompts to now! If you have ever had an idea for a fic and thought "Damn, I bet monsterkiss could make that really good/weird/sad" then this is the place to find out if you were right!