#prompt: monstrous

[nerdpoe]

There's an alien asleep on the Justice League Watchtower. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, however the alien is on the outside of the Tower and wrapped around it like a snake.

They're huge.

They look like a merman, with scales and a beautiful tail. The scales are black with glittering white ridges, and from the face there are vibrantly glowing spots that look like freckles.

No one wants to really...disturb them?

They're just sleeping. They aren't doing anything bad, and the Tower has a capability to correct itself and compensate for the added weight.

Or: Danny's ghost form has morphed with puberty to fit his aspect; he's a space whale. Sort of. Also he wants to nap, and that space station looks sturdy enough to make sure he doesn't accidentally float too far away from Earth.

[johannestevans]

Monstrous May 2024

Once again, the time is nearly upon us - with less than a month left of April, it's soon time for #Monstrous May!

Monstrous May was first established in 2021, and I've arranged prompts for each May since - for each day of the month of May, there is a prompt involving and invoking the monstrous.

Create art, sculpture, write fiction, poetry, make whatever you feel inspired to! Create for as many or as few days as inspire you, collaborate with friends, and have fun.

Fan creations are just as welcome as original ones, and naturally, erotic and adult creations are as well as SFW ones!

Have some questions? Here’s the FAQ from 2021. Otherwise, feel free to reply with any questions or HMU with more of them!

Want to see prompts from previous years?

Here’s 2021.

Here’s 2022.

Here's 2023.

[teleport-warning]

Day 1: sun / gold / rise

[nalyra-dreaming]

Monstrous are what monsters be

(7235 words) by Nalyra

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Magnus (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy, Nicolas de Lenfent Additional Tags: Prince Lestat Era, Tie-in with upcoming s3 as hinted at already, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Aftermath, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, memories of sexual violence, Past Sexual Abuse, Lots and lots of talking too, Intimacy, Blood Sharing, Memory is a monster indeed and it has teeth, Healing, resolutions, Book Quotes, Louis realizes he's missing a piece to the puzzle and is not having it, And of course Louis is the one to help Lestat heal, But please keep in mind:, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Other Vampire Chronicles there and mentioned as well, And something that should have happened in the books: Louis sits Magnus down, Vampire Sex, These characters are vers fight me, as always a mix of show and book characters

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Lestat hums, watching him. Louis holds his gaze, waiting. Lestat exhales, a long, drawn out breath, and then nods, once. “Don’t say I did not warn you, Louis.” Louis clicks his tongue, and then waves his hand. “Well, you know, I mean, one only knows after, and…” He sees the darkening of Lestat’s gaze, and hurries to continue. “What I mean is, that nothing could have prepared me for the turning back then, mon cher, and nothing can really prepare me now. But… we will manage.” Lestat’s gaze is shadowed. “As simple as that?” Louis quirks an eyebrow. “As simple as that.”

The muscles in Lestat’s jaw jump. “Promise?”

There is a lot in that simple word, a vulnerability that tears at Louis’ heart, and a desperation in regards to all that they have been through already.

He smiles softly, and then lifts their hands to kiss the blood tears off the skin. “Je promets.”

Read more on Ao3

[shitpostingkats]

Obsessed with these tags OP omg

First of all, how dare you stab me in the heart with that comparison to Jesse. I can absolutely see it. Now I want to know how Jesse would come into play in all this- Cod I love Spiritshipping they were meant for each other <3

Second, I know I already requested Yuya and Jaden interactions (and oh boy did you deliver), but now you have me intrigued. Like it doesn't even have to be the groupchat AU, I'm just genuinely curious now how you think Jaden would interact with all four of the Yu Boys. I am giving you an excuse to write Jaden and Yuri interacting also because to be completely honest I love Yuya to bits and pieces but Yuri has always been my favorite of the four. <3 "Yuri is the violence" Dear cod I want to see the two of them tear into someone. I have no idea who exactly but they would be terrifying. Give them an audience perchance. Maybe the rest of the protags. (I live for reactions) I'm living for this.

Jaden meets them and it's like witnessing all the parts of himself he keeps tucked to his chest exposed for everyone to see. He sees Yuto and wants to wrap him in a hug and tell him nothing was his fault. (He's a hypocrite, he knows he (Jaden) deserved everything he got. He didn't, he really didn't) He sees Yuya and sees the mask he's put up for so long, sees his attitude of "maybe if I ignore this then it'll all go away" and wonders if his own mask ever looked this close to cracking. He sees Yugo and wants to scream and tear his hair out because when did he lose that part of himself? When did the mask truly become a mask, when did he lose that spark that made life seem actually worth living? (He knows damn well when he lost it.) He sees Yuri and sees a world where he gave in completely to the madness, where he found comfort in the pain because it was the one time he truly felt like he was in control. He wonders what it cost him, if it cost anything at all. He wonders what friends he sacrificed to get where he is now, and if it was worth it. He looks into his eyes and thinks maybe it was. He wonders if maybe their worlds aren't as dissimilar as he first thought. (That thought alone might scare him more than anything.)

It's late and I'm not very good with words (at the moment at least) But you have got me HOOKED and you are currently my only source for this dynamic, I will be plaguing your ask box for a good week at least, I hope you know this- (Feel free to tell me to chill out at any time btw, I just saw your blog description and took that as a personal challenge sdfghj /lh)

Much love <3

*hands you back your worksheet and it looks like this*

*hands you stickers hands you a candy from the candy bowl, never worry about blowing up my inbox, I love hearing from people, hands you a tangerine*

Bestie you are doing such a good job thank you for the kind words, also your mind. I hadn't realized the potential for Yugo + Jaden interactions until you started messaging, now I am rocked by the implications. Now I have to write the yu-bois into the gc au. Can't promise I'll publish anything anytime soon, but I'm always excited to talk about these funny card game guys.

Yuri and Jaden the reformed supervillain and the still-thinks-he-has-to-be-the-evil-brother. Jaden is trying to nudge the guy in the right direction but totally worried because he is only barely older than him and still kinda a mess, meanwhile Yuri would gladly sell Jaden for one corn chip but also belligerently hangs out with him because he kinda is one of the best fusion duelists in the world, maybe he can learn some things. Yuri is like "Let's rob this 7/11! >:3" and Jaden is like "Oooh! There's a deal on slushies!"

Reformed murder hobo in the body of a college student tries to reform child murder hobo: seven injured, Yugo's on the roof, more on this story at 11.

[emptymanuscript]

Monstrous May Challenge 1 & 2

Combining Day 1 and Day 2, “The Werewolf” and “The Monster’s Teeth” for the monstrous may challenge into one story because I missed yesterday. Nothing sexy toady.

Toothless she was and frail.

Ylona’s old gums pained her with the clenching of her jaw.

What a bitter thing it was to be old and powerless. They put her in a corner and gave her potatoes and a knife that was barely up to slicing that thinness of skin. And weren’t they kind, see how we take care of old granddam. We let her sleep by the fire instead of the convenient choice of by the door so we wouldn’t have to take care of old granddam next year.

She skinned the potatoes thinking of her son.

Pyvrek had been a bright eyed boy. Full of trouble that had made Ylona laugh and indulge him until he was too big for control. A great bear of a man like his father before him who took what he wanted and smiled with his bright eyes when he took it.

His bride had been the most beautiful girl. Because Pyvrek took what he wanted and a bright eyed boy full of trouble didn’t know the right things to want. She was a pitiable thing who didn’t realize her ‘power’ would fade and she would be set aside for another girl, someone prettier in the earlier bloom of her youth.

Perhaps Ylona should have loved her bastard grandchildren. Turn the other cheek. Even if it was the hind one in a barn. Like they were rutting ram and sheep, her son and a girl too young to know better. There had been three true born grandchildren. Each set tenderly in the dirt behind their home in a row that their mother ended. Each one had taken a little of her love with them. Until there was only an ember and one girl left.

Ylona still had a smile left for her youngest. A smile and a disinterested pat because it was better not to get attached.

The girl grew up like all children do. A pretty girl, her Halura. Too pretty. And the eyes of the other bear-like men and the counting men and the pretty men all turned to her.

Ylona warned Halura, do not go into the barn alone. Or off anywhere alone with a man. Halura had listened so she couldn’t be trapped.

But there was nothing Ylona could do about her son. Her son couldn’t be turned by a pretty face. He couldn’t be turned by threats. But the glittering wealth counted out for Halura’s skin… that could turn a man’s head. And as the favors piled up higher than the gifts, her son found his eyes ever brighter. So more was counted his way. And the chaff of youth fell before the wealth of ever older and more miserly men who leered ever more openly at what would soon be their property.

Halura at last came Ylona where she skinned and cried her heartache. It didn’t matter who she was eventually sold to. The truth was already there. She would be sold. Her master would be old and have no human feelings for her. She would be a treasure to be locked away and die in the vault by one means or another.

Ylona gave her a smile because what else could she do for her granddaughter? Her son would not listen to her. Her new daughter in a law was barely a stupid stripling girl herself, growing crueler on the indiference of her husband who hadn’t shown as clearly before hand that she was just another treasure to be used up and thrown away. How kind we are. We told her she was beautiful. We showed her love. What a shame she became so sharp and unkind. No appreciation.

Halura begged. “Granddam, help me.”

“I am toothless and frail.”

“I have no one else.”

“What can I do? No one will listen to me.”

“I will listen.”

Ylona had nothing. A place to sit. A knife that would barely cut. Potatoes. She was old. That was what she had. Years. Time and tales. That she could give to her granddaughter.

“You must get me a long, thick, strong rope. One that even your father with a knife would take a long time to cut. Without it, there is no hope for you.”

Ylona peeled her potatoes and waited while the young girl set to hope. In two days, Halura brought her a thick rope made for lifting heavy stones.

“You must get me a knife sharp enough to cut this rope like butter. Without it there is no hope for you.”

Ylona knotted the rope with care, turning it from a single length to a trap that would bind and lift by the weight of her potatoes.

Halura brought her a knife and when Ylona cut the excess from the woven rope, it did cut through it with ease even though her hands were weak and shaky.

“You must get me a fresh cut of meat, something delicious that even uncooked will make us drool for the want of it. Without it, there is no hope for you.”

Ylona filled the trap with potatoes until it was so heavy she couldn’t lift it.

Halura returned, the tangy smell of bloody meat making both their tongues seem to swell and sweat with the need to stuff it in their mouths.

“You must help me carry all this into the woods and set the trap. Without it, there is no hope for you.”

It was a long walk and her bones ached with the distance and the weight. And when they were in the forest, Ylona forced them onward until even her granddaughter shook with the effort and weakness. There they set the trap over a tree that stood by two crossing deer paths.

Halura spread leaves over it with care to hide it even from a demon’s eyes. And Halura set the meat in the trap so that all the songs of the forest stopped.

Ylona held the far end of the trap in her shaking arms so not even an inconvenient breeze could move and reveal the snare. And the scent of peeled potatoes rubbed onto her as she shook so she was like a root herself.

“You must run home now and never say where you have been. Never hint where I may be. If ever a man realizes what we have done, there is no hope for you.”

Halura ran as best she could.

Ylona stayed and trembled as the sun set and the moon rose and the forest stayed silent. Her body begged for rest but the last energy of the dying came to her and she held fast.

At last something dared the path. Eyes shining in the moonlight. A wolf came to the meat, sniffing cautiously.

It snatched the meat which triggered the trap, the extra weight finally overcoming Ylona and she toppled to the ground as the wolf rose into the air. She lay, panting a long time as the wolf thrashed and curled and snapped at the strong rope that held it over the ground. Only as it weakened did Ylona push herself up, conserving all her strength until she needed it.

From the thick woods beyond the path many eyes watched her, bright with the setting moon. Ylona did not flinch or stop but approached the snarling wolf with her sharp knife. Her witnesses howled only once, with her wolf, they chorused with his death howl and then one by one they turned away as she cut the corpse free.

She skinned the wolf. Laid the skin flat. And in the dark of the night she laid herself into the skin and waited for some evil to come to the crossroads.

They placed two sticks in a cross next to Halura’s mother on the far side of Halura’s sisters. And for a month, for propriety, they were allowed time to mourn.

Perhaps, if they had not been given a full month.

Perhaps, if Pyvrek had been a kinder man.

Perhaps, if Halura had not been so headstrong.

Perhaps, if the men had realized it was only the beginning.

What man can say what might have been? They can only say what did happen.

On the night of the next full moon, the first of the wolves came to Pyvrek’s door.

Fatal she was and so full of teeth.

[pardonmekreature]

Caretakers who are secretly monstrous or op in someway

I mean, whumpee had always noticed something odd about them. Whether it be their eyes don't look quite human, or how their movements are just a little too quick. But whumpee has always just brushed aside as just weird quirks. Nothing to get suspicious about

Untill they get kidnapped, blindfolded, and dragged off somewhere. Seemly helpless untill the sounds of chaos, screams, and snapping bones surround them. And the only thing left is the sound of caretakers soothing voice.

Caretaker unties them and takes off everything but the blindfold. Because, well, "Maybe it's better if I keep it on"

[menagerie-of-monsters]

The cold light of the moon fell across the Beast as he stalked through the forest, illuminating him in silver glimpses. His long tails trailed behind him, glittering with hoarfrost, and the silken iron-gray fur of his flanks still showed the dark stains of blood and soot. He knew I was there, of course. My prince had senses to defy the imagination. The light breeze at my back swept my scent towards him, and after months spent tracking him my sweat and the oils of my skin would be easy for any beast to identify, let alone one like him. If he wanted to get away from me, it would be simple. He was far faster than the deer I traveled on, even if I could convince them to race after him. But he didn't run this time. He snarled at me once, baring his scimitar teeth and making my stag shy, but he let me keep pace with him. Perhaps after five months of dogged endurance, the Beast had realized that I wouldn't allow him to vanish into the wilderness. That I wouldn't turn back. It didn't matter where he led us, or how long I needed to spend living off the land or the frozen remnants of his meals. He was my prince, and I wouldn't leave him to the wilderness and the scant mercy of the gods. I would follow him into the jaws of Death himself. No matter what he had done. No matter what he became. I would never forget where my loyalties lay.

[monstrousfemale]

Ronance - Don't you think it's time for us to leave?

Thanks for sending this in, this prompt is too perfect. Had to be more than 5 sentences but did anyone believe I could contain myself that much anyway???

"Don't you think it's time for us to leave?" Robin asked, taking in Nancy's flushed face, her outfit, her hands. If she had a say in it, they'd be in Nancy's car by now, her hand on Robin's thigh. Not that she or anyone really minded, but they might be bordering on overstaying their welcome, too. Steve and Eddie were a pile of limbs on Steve's chair, neither paying them much mind.

Nancy, though, was giving her her undivided attention. Her large eyes focused on Robin's mouth, then her jaw, and she was unashamed. Robin could have died a little.

"Thought you'd never ask," Nancy said, slipped her hand behind Robin's neck and pulled her close enough that they were both rendered breathless. When she kissed her, Robin thought it might just set her on fire.

They left without saying goodbye.

send me a sentence and a ship ✨

[etheirys]

(from sealrock)

alone and monster for the not-so-nice ask prompt!

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there’s no one around to see them? monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

Answering these together since they're tangled up together. She was comfortable in her solitude prior to Emet-Selch. She was an only child in a fitful house, and after the Bozja Incident she came to Garlemald and found few friends. When she meets the Scions, she thinks their friendship is contingent on her good behavior. She doesn't feel like anyone's savior but she'll play the part if it keeps them around.

Then Emet-Selch enters her life and for the first time she feels like all her rough, ugly edges and selfish whims are not only seen but accepted. To make it worse, she nearly agrees to the proposal he makes to the WoL: help usher in the Calamity at the expense of everyone else. I don't think you can escape how dark that is.

But then Endwalker presents a complete 180 of ShB Emet-Selch. She fell in love with him as a villain, and then learned who he was prior to that corruption. He's disgusted with the notion of his future self in Elpis — would he be disgusted with her, too? Knowing what she almost did?

He's there and so quickly gone in Ultima Thule. There's no room for exploring that idea. So if she was lonely post-ShB, I don't think it compares at all to the loneliness she feels post-EnW.

[cmweller]

Challenge #04004-J352: Monster Spotting

Several bodies lay before them, a blade in their hand. The red marks that had once been chains around their bodies a deep red. They looked worried as they turned to the man in the red and yellow garments standing in the chamber with them. "I killed these people that tormented me for so long... why do I feel absolutely nothing about shedding their blood?" -- Anon Guest

[AN: The members of Pax Humanis wear yellow, red, and black. Much like a coral snake, it's a warning.]

There are different kinds of monsters. There are those who look monstrous, but are not. There are those who don't look monstrous at all, but choose evil every time they wake up. There are also those who make monsters, and those who kill them.

If you're good, you can actually tell the last two apart.

Mr Sunshine found her after she was quite done lifting up the objet d'art and smashing it into the remains. The remains, he had to note, of his target.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[johannestevans]

The #MonstrousMay Challenge 2024!

It’s that time of year again — an art and writing prompt challenge for May.

Monstrous May was first established in 2021, and I’ve arranged prompts for each May since — for each day of the month of May, there is a prompt involving and invoking the monstrous.

Create art, sculpture, write fiction, poetry, make whatever you feel inspired to! Create for as many or as few days as inspire you, collaborate with friends, and have fun.

Fan creations are just as welcome as original ones, and naturally, erotic and adult creations are as well as SFW ones! 

And of course, if you’re creating original erotic works, you are more than welcome to submit them to Trans Erotica if you’re a trans creator and they meet our submission guidelines!

Have some questions? Here’s the FAQ from 2021. Otherwise, feel free to reply with any questions or HMU with more of them!

Want to see prompts from previous years?

Here’s 2021.

Here’s 2022.

Here’s 2023.

All prompt images can be found on Imgur, or are on Medium.

[auggieparkhurst]

☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light

Augustine bristled, eyes round and wide beneath his glasses. A question directed at him; it was something he’d not been expecting. He forced the melancholy from his smile. Allowed it to grow until it was more teeth than eyes as he chittered a laugh. All the while, he kept massaging his left wrist. The rain often made his hand feel dead. “I-it wouldn’t be much of a secret i-if I told you, now would it?”

Another breath of laughter and then the young alchemist fell quiet. He crossed his arms over his stomach as he stepped out of Max’s shadow and stood before the fireplace. His back was turned to the guest, features limned in hearth’s glow, when he spoke again.

“There is a fundamental law that governs alchemy. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? It is a rather simple concept. To obtain, you must give in equal measure. As above, so below.”

Augustine lifted his left hand. Fingers splayed, he tugged the black glove off. The skin was vermillion and glossy. These fresh scars coiled around each digit and trailed along his forearm. A momentary flash of pain written in his brow told of how recently he’d been burned. He cast his thread-bare smile over his shoulders, “You see, you cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. This, I learned during our business in Boralus” - there was that phrase again.

The black glove found its way back onto his hand, concealing his ugly, little truth.

“ I am reminded of the price I paid for my sister’s life. And if given the choice, I’d take another life in exchange for hers…”

Thanks for the ask @damien-ward & @asharinhun!

[umbralaether]

kissing their bruises and scars with Exarch!G'raha! :0

Relief flooded her senses when she finally saw the Exarch was indeed safe, despite the pain he’d gone through while in Emet Selch’s hands. He was bloodied and bruised, yet whole. As they travelled back to The Crystarium, Eisha was never more than a few feet from his side. He protested any special treatment but Eisha would not relent - “that sorry excuse for a bed isn’t going to cut it this time. Stay with me, I’ll need to heal your wounds anyway.”

He let her strip off his outer layers, watching carefully at her expression. Though he was long used to seeing crystal instead of flesh, it was the first time she would see it in full - he would not blame her if she found him hard to look at.

Instead her aqua eyes are intent on the damage done to his body. His left arm is mottled with bruises from pulling against this restraints. Though the blood had dried, his wounds still stung from lack of care. Eisha makes a soft sound of pity.

He feels the cold burn of healing magic, her hands hovering over him. He grits his teeth as the magic works it’s way to the bigger cuts and scrapes along his left arm, pulling skin back together as light pink scars form in their place. The bruising begins to fade.

“I’m sure you must find me… difficult to look at,” he offers, sure that he must be less of a man with crystal encasing him.

The magic stops at his statement, and she meets his gaze.

“G’raha Tia,” she murmurs, and he’d almost forgotten how his name sounds when she says it. “I have always, and still do, find you incredible. Beautiful, even. Do you really think I see you any differently?”

She pushes him back onto her bed, gently straddling him. She leans in and kisses where crystal meets flesh, then along his neck and the crook of his jaw. She kisses along the crystal on his cheek. G’raha is all but buzzing with want when she finally reaches his mouth.

He pulls her in closer, wanting more of her. His hands reach for her shirt, “can I?”

Eisha freezes for only a moment at this request, “Umm, yeah it’s just….” She takes a deep breath, “it’s okay. You can.”

He slowly removes her shirt, and he sees it - a huge scar across her torso from shoulder to opposite hip. It looks clearly intentional, and done with a sword blade. He tries to hide the shock from his face, “Who did this?”

“Zenos. Left his mark, like he always wanted to.”

G’raha leans in, kissing where the scar begins at her collarbone, “You’re still beautiful, no matter what Eisha.”

They lay entwined together on the bed, just holding each other. Two souls back in their orbit, she feels safe knowing he’s alive. And for now, that is enough.

[hekateinhell]

Do you have a favorite quote for Lestat/Armand?

So many! Literally every single of their direct (and indirect) interactions is absolute gold to me. But in the interest of not copying and pasting several pages of text, here's a passage that I think summarizes them perfectly:

"And I knew what I felt. It was a monstrous intimacy with another being, an intimacy that made even the rapt moments of the kill seem dim and under control. He [Armand] was opened and could no longer contain the dazzling stream of pictures that made his old silent voice seem thin and lyrical and made up. Had this been the danger all along, the trigger of my fear? Even as I recognized it, I was yielding, and it seemed the great lessons of my life had all been learned through the renunciation of fear. Fear was once again breaking the shell around me so that something else could spring to life. Never, never in all my existence, not mortal or immortal, had I been threatened with an intimacy quite like this." ~ Lestat, TVL

It's so early in their relationship here, when Armand is about to share his life story with Lestat and Gabrielle in the tower, but I think this particular moment--this monstrous intimacy--is what set the tone for the rest of their dynamic going forward. Even in the present day, as much as Lestat admits he loves Armand and admires his powers and endurance, there's just something about him that appears to affect Lestat in a very unique, distinct way (although he's gradually coming to fear Armand less and understand him more).

[rawporgie]

Roleplaying as a person with a vagina in a sexual situation on cherp is less pleasant than chewing on glass. Whats a clitoris? Vagina havers can just orgasm within 5 minutes of aggressive penetration every single time right? Foreplay? Dont know her. Imma just shove my '"'bitchbreaker''" cock into it with no prep and assume its just going to work out and cause no pain. (Dont get me started on the way some of these people describe a cock but wont even dare say cunt, pussy, or vagina.)