Monster Matches Available
Good morning! I finally found my groove after not being able to write for a long time so I'm offering Monster Matches.
With a monster match, you also get a free mini aesthetic board to set the mood for you story.
DM me for interest, I'll need just a little bit about you before we start. I take everything about you into consideration when picking out the perfect monster for you- and I'll dig deep. If something doesn't fit, I'm not going to force it just because it's popular.
Example of a 300 word Monster Match ($5)
Example of a 600 word Monster Match ($10)
Example of a 900 word Monster Match ($15) (this one is a little bit over word count fyi)
I have about ten-fifteen slots open, depending entirely on how much of a word count each person wants. I already completed some, pending approval from the commissioners before I publish.
Let me know if you have any questions!
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Monster Match #6
Commissioned by a lovely, anonymous user!
Iâm bi, afab, and my personality is INTJ-A, can act more extroverted when Iâm around friends/other people. Iâm average height and leaning a bit short, would love to have my monster tower over me âĄ. Currently residing in an area with plenty of rain, which is sometimes a bit too much, especially in the winter when the sun goes down super early. On days like that, I like to stay nice and dry indoors with a mug of hot tea, extra kudos if the mug is made by Coco (ÂŽ á” `). Other indoor activities I like to do are playing video games, reading, and going shopping if my budget allows. I also like to visit natural sceneries close by (such as a lake, a forest or the foot of a mountain) from time to time, just to chill and admire their beauty. Iâm looking for a monster who is patient, quick-witted, and affectionate like a typical cat, and is okay with me being like a brat just sometimes (your girl needs some spoiling after working her ass off everyday ÔŸâžÔŸ).
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You find them on the ground, branches overhead broken and scattered over the forest floor, like they fell through the foliage. The impact crater, if you can call it that, isnât large, but you still have to slide down to investigate fully, mud and rocks clinging to your shoes and pants. The air smells electric, the tangy aftertaste of battery acid settling uncomfortably on the back of your tongue as you breathe.Â
It takes you a few moments to realize that the objects outstretched around their body aren't⊠fallen foliage, but bright, feathery wings. With a shaky finger, you touch one, the jewel-like, oil slick sheen glittering in the setting sun. Carefully, you look around, maybe for another creature, or any sign of where this one came from, but the forest is strangely silent.Â
When you look back down, you see that their eyes are open, irises a deep, quiet blue that you mistake for brown at first, until the clouds part for a brief moment. The sun flickers across their tawny brown face, their thick lashes fluttering as they blink against the light, before the clouds overtake the sky once again.Â
As they sit up, you back into the impact wall of broken roots and dirt, unsure of how to react, now that youâre certain they arenât dead.Â
âMaybe you shouldnât move,â you say, hesitantly, âwe donât know how-â
âWe?â They ask, wings fluttering.Â
â-how injured you are,â you force the sentence out, trying to read their body language. âYou- I assume youâve fallen.âÂ
âSo I have.â They narrow their eyes, slightly, craning their neck to look upwards, lips pursing in a thoughtful pout as they regard the slip of sky breaking through the foliage. Then they look at you, with an intensity so severe your skin itches, scanning from your dusty shoes all the way up to the flyaways in your hair.Â
Then they hold out a hand, one that must have been gently manicured at some point, skin still soft despite their cracked and bloody nails. âHelp me, child of man, and I will ensure your future generations will be blessed with riches.âÂ
Well, you were planning on helping them anyways, so you suppose the promised riches are a nice bonus. You grasp their hand, pulling them up from the dirt, their thick, black curls covered in dust, leaves, and twigs. They stand tall, the top of your forehead barely meeting their chin, and they move their shoulders back and forth, testing their sore muscles.Â
A ParÄ« is a creature of the sky, dimly related to the djinn. Some folks confuse the two, but this ParÄ« is very clear that both are wildly different, their mouth twisting in impatient disgust. They served some kind of monarch, youâre not entirely sure the language translates correctly, but the monarch seemed like less of a king, more of a benevolent eternal dictator, âvoted forâ by others in a council.Â
All it took was one quiet, underhanded compliment that the monarch wasnât supposed to hear, and the ParÄ« was launched from the heavenly kingdom and plunged downward to toil on earth. Though they donât think they were supposed to survive the fall.Â
Besides a couple of sprains, semi-mild cuts, and bruises, theyâre alright. You clumsily manage to make them a brace out of an old sheet after watching a couple of youtube videos, and they heal a lot quicker than either of you expect. After a couple of exercises and two weeks, their arm was right as rain, and most of their bruises diffused.Â
Given the eternal nature of their damnation, they seem to settle into your home with little complaint. After serving such a demanding patron hand and foot, day and night, sharing space with someone who just wants help with household chores seems infinitely simpler, and they donât seem to want to leave.Â
And there isnât a lot left for them up above. They arenât fond of talking about it, but it seems like they, so fair of face, became a servant at a young age. Traded, by their parents, for a few sacks of goods and quickly forgotten, growing up surrounded by opportunistic cutthroats. After a few weeks of carefully observing your behavior, unable to even sleep in fear of an unfamiliar environment, they begin to warm up.Â
Though they donât seem to want to fly, their wings still stretch out first thing in the morning, catching the sun whenever itâs out. You assume they can use their wings, but donât press the issue, especially since it seems sensitive. Maybe the fall created some kind of trauma response to heights?Â
You arenât a threat to their safety, and all you want from them is some assistance making food and cleaning up. Though you arenât swimming in riches, you still seem to treat them with a kind of unfamiliar respect that they stop jumping every time you unexpectedly creep into their peripheral vision⊠though the creeping is unintentional, youâre just quiet with your movements and donât loudly announce your presence.Â
They start finding themselves wanting to do nice things for you, especially since you donât expect much in return for your own kindness. And even though the dynamic is foreign to everything theyâve been taught, they find themselves wanting a more deep relationship than awkward roommates.Â
You donât catch their strange emotional change for awhile. Youâre too damn busy, going from work, to friends, to hobbies, coming back home and collapsing into your bed with a thud. And once you do take notice of their odd behavior, you donât quite understand the meaning behind it. The flirting culture the both of you are used to doesnât translate well, so youâre left confused by the gestures and theyâre frustrated about the lack of response.Â
After a couple of bizarre conversations, it mentally clicks for the both of you. They understand that their ways are more alien to you than not, and you suddenly realize that they have romantic feelings that they struggled to express. And suddenly, suddenly, it all makes sense.Â
And even though you began to like them in that deep, warm, romantic way, you crushed those feelings inside of you because you didnât want to make them uncomfortable. Theyâve already been through so much that you didnât want to add the odd pressure of your affection that you completely missed any signs of their own emotional struggle.Â
Now, though, the two of you can work on creating something a little more.Â
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