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how to build compelling characters
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seventeendeer · 1 year
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when you’re pet pet petting your sweet little baby cat on her sweet little pumpkin head but then she starts to get overstimulated and her little tail is swooshing back and forth and you can Tell all her ancient beast instincts are kicking in telling her to maul the shit out of your hand, and she looks SO forlorn because she actually wanted more cuddles but also there’s only so much a little animal can do to contain her impulses and she looks at you w the biggest wettest saddest eyes like
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Finding something cool and thematically rich and wanting to see what other people think abt it and all I find is shipping
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ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.
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spielzeugkaiser · 8 months
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How it started-
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How it's going!! They are a family and I am!!! also draw the hug you want to see in the show but they are forgiven because them meeting in brokilon was still soooo tender my HEART-
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bixels · 1 month
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Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!
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inkskinned · 2 months
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you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.
(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)
but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.
(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)
there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.
(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)
you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.
(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)
you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.
in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.
but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.
they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.
it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.
#spilled ink#warm up#can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically#i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason#it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism.#and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out#we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you.#this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism#where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off.#your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell#at the industry - you are probably not listening .#anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit#but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance#> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally#> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field#> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :)#(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice#i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what.#cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men.#so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT.#instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them.#which btw. is like. actual feminism.)
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danielnelsen · 4 months
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while i get where this comes from and it’s true to an extent, i reeeaaaally don’t like how people try to explain “trans men don’t [necessarily] have male privilege” with things like “some trans men don’t pass”.
like sure that’s the most obvious example (someone who is seen as a woman won’t have the privilege that comes with being seen a man) but you’re still acting like being a passing trans man is just a free opt-in to male privilege which is………kinda the issue.
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theminecraftbee · 3 months
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occasionally i remember that the king ren storyline started up because a dick-measuring contest caused such severe inflation of the diamond standard that the economy rapidly spiraled out of control on hermitcraft. no other comments here just "occasionally i remember that and i lose it",
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crimeronan · 9 months
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i've seen a couple people in the notes of this very good post about fictional polyamory by @thebibliosphere say things along the lines of "oh, i've been doing it wrong :(" or "how do i know if i did this right??" or "i should probably give up and start over, i wrote this badly :(" and. no!!!!
(i AM seeing far MORE people say "oh, this clarified and helped me so much, i think i know how to fix issues i've been having with my own story" which. YES!!!!)
listen. if you're a monogamous person who's writing a polyamorous relationship, and you've been focusing mainly on The Triad and All Three Together All The Time as the endgame, that's literally fine. that's a perfectly acceptable and strong starting point for your plotting, imo. you do not need to give up on a story that you've started like this.
but the things discussed in the post Can and Should improve your execution!
you can keep the same plot beats and overall relationship arc 100%. polyamorous relationships are infinite in their formations, every one is unique. "basically a monogamous romance but with three people" Does exist, as a relationship type. you're not hashtag Misrepresenting (TM) poly people with it
BUT i do think it will help to read up on some poly people talking about how their relationships Differ from monogamous ones.
so i have outlined some basic important concepts about polyamory.
MORE IMPORTANTLY though, i've broken down some questions that you can answer throughout the writing process to strengthen your individual dyad relationships, your individual characterization, & your characters' individual feelings/experiences. this is a writing resource have fun
future kitkat butting in to say i spent over two hours writing this and it definitely needs a readmore. it is also NOT comprehensive. but everything should be pretty simple to follow! feel free to reblog if you find it helpful yourself or just want to reward me for how gotdan long this took KSLDKFJKDL.
i've grabbed quick links for a couple of the important concepts, some have SEO pitches in them but the info largely seems to be good. (if i missed anything Egregiously Gross on these sites i should be able to update the links with better ones later, since they're under the readmore.)
sidenote: this is NOT meant to be overwhelming, despite the length. if you can't read all of this, that's Okay. you do not need to give up on your writing.
here we go:
compersion!
compersion is a BIG thing in a lot of polyamorous relationships. it's joy derived from seeing two (or more) of your partners happy together, or joy derived from seeing your partner happy with someone else.
compersion is really important as a concept because it highlights that every individual relationship within a polycule is different -- and that that's a GOOD thing. it's sort of the inverse of jealousy.
by the "inverse of jealousy," i mean that instead of feeling left out and upset and possessive, you feel happy/joyous/content.
i can use personal experience as an example: it's a Relief for me when my partners receive joy/support/sex/romance/etc that i can't (or prefer not to) give them. and i love seeing my partners make each other laugh and be silly together.
it's 100% okay for a poly triad not to be together 100% of the time, it doesn't mean that the third member is being left out or not treated equally when two people do things alone together.
(i have individual dates with my partners all the time! PLUS larger 3-and-4-person date nights.)
if the third member DOES feel jealous or left out, then the polycule can have a conversation to figure out what needs/wants aren't being met, and solve that. this happens semi-regularly in my polycule, as it will happen in any relationship (including monogamous ones)! it's just part of being an adult, sometimes you have to talk about feelings.
metamours!
a metamour is someone who is dating your partner, but ISN'T dating you. this may not be relevant for people writing closed three-person romantic sexual triads, but it's a super helpful term to know.
the linked article also lists different types of metamour relationships with some fun phrasing i hadn't heard before. the tl;dr is: sometimes you'll be domestic cohabitation friends, sometimes you'll be buddies with your own friendship, sometimes you might not interact much outside of parties, every relationship is different.
there's no one-size-fits-all requirement for metamour relationships. sometimes polyamorous people will end up dating their metamour after a while (has happened to me), sometimes polyamorous people will break up with one partner for normal life reasons, but remain friendly metamours.
the goal of polyamory is NOT for EVERYONE to fall in love. it is 100% okay if this happens in your story, it happens in real life too! but it is also 100% okay for characters to be metamours without ever becoming "more than friends."
(sidenote: try to kill any internalized "more than" that you have when it comes to friendship. friends are just as important and special and vital as partners.)
of course there are a million ways for messiness to occur with metamours within a complex polycule, exactly like with close-knit platonic friend groups. however this post is not about that! there's enough "here's how polyamory can go wrong" stuff out there already, so i'm focusing on the positives here :)
open versus closed polyamorous relationships!
i'm struggling to find an online article that reflects my experience without directly contradicting at least SOME stuff. so i'll give a quick rundown
google has a bunch of conflicting definitions of open relationships and whether open relationships are different from polyamory. the general consensus seems to be that an open relationship prioritizes one partnership (often a marriage), but that each partner can have extraneous flings or long-term commitments (most often sexual in nature).
this is not typically how i use the term wrt polyamory. the poly concept is pretty simple. a closed polyamorous relationship is one with boundaries like a monogamous one. there are multiple partners in the polycule, but they are not interested in having anybody new join said polycule.
an open polyamorous relationship tends to be more flexible -- it just means that IF someone in the polycule develops mutual feelings for a new person, it's fine for them to become part of said polycule if they want to! the relationship/person is open to newcomers.
some groups will need to negotiate this all together, others will just go "haha, you kids have fun." just depends on the individuals!
with open AND closed polyamorous relationships, the most important thing is making sure that there's respectful communication and that everyone is on the same page. but there's no one-size-fits-all way to do that.
i wish i could give you guys a prescriptive "You Must Do It This Way" guide, but that's.... basically the opposite of what polyamory is about, HAHA.
feelings for multiple people!
i was gonna tack this on to the previous section but decided it warranted its own lil bit.
a defining feature (....i'm told?) of monogamous relationships is that a monogamous person only has feelings for One individual at a time. they only want a relationship with one individual at a time. or, if they DO have feelings for multiple people simultaneously, they're still only comfortable dating one person at a time & being exclusive with that one person.
this is perfectly fine!
the poly experience is generally different from this. but once again..... polyamorous people all have different individual perspectives on this.
for me, i have never been able to draw hard boxes around romantic vs sexual vs platonic relationships, & i love many people at once. my personal polycule lacks many strict definitions beyond "these are my chosen people, i want to forge a life with them indefinitely, whatever shape that life takes"
some poly people feel explicit romantic or sexual attraction to multiple people at once, some poly people feel almost no romantic or sexual attraction at all. i'd say that MOST poly people feel different things for different partners, which is not a bad thing!
some poly people are even monogamous-leaning -- they have just chosen one romantic partner who is themselves part of a larger polycule. (so this monogamous-leaning person has at least one metamour!)
or alternatively, they might have one romantic partner AND a qpr, or other ways of defining relationships. (this is a factor in my own polycule!)
i made this its own point because if you're writing a straightforward triad, this is unlikely to come up in the story itself -- but it's worth thinking about how your characters develop/handle feelings outside of their partnerships.
like, is this sort of a soulmateship, 'these are the only ones for me' type deal? in which they won't fall in love with anyone else, and can be fairly certain of that?
that's pretty close to typical monogamous standards but you Can make it work. just be thoughtful with it
alternatively, can you see any of these characters falling in love Again after the happily-ever-after? and how would the triad approach it, if so? what would they all need to talk about beforehand, and what feelings would everybody have about the situation?
it's worth considering these questions even if the hypothetical will never feature in your actual canon, because knowing the answers to these questions will help you understand all of the individuals & their relationship(s) MUCH better.
i've been typing this for nearly two hours and there's a lot more i COULD say because... there's just a lot to say. i'll close out with some quick questions that you can ask yourself when developing the dyad dynamics within your triad
first, take a page and create a separate section for each individual dyad. then answer these questions for every pair:
how does each pair act when alone?
how do they act differently alone compared to when they're with their third partner?
are there any elements of this dyad (romantic, sexual, financial, domestic, etc) that these two people DON'T have with the third partner?
if so, what are they?
are there any boundaries or hard limits within this dyad that aren't shared with the third partner?
if so, what are they?
partner 3 goes out of town alone for a few weeks. what are the remaining two doing in their absence?
(doesn't have to be anything special, it's just to get a sense of how the two interact on a day-by-day basis without the third there)
what is something that each partner in the dyad admires about the other -- that they DON'T necessarily see in the third partner?
what problem do These Two Specifically need to solve in the story before their relationship will work?
how is that problem DIFFERENT from the problems being solved within the other two dyads?
doing this for ALL THREE dyads is VITAL imo. that way, you develop complex and nuanced and different relationships that all have unique dynamics.
those questions should be enough to get you started, i hope
then After you've charted the differences in relationships, you can start to jot down similarities in the overarching triad. what does one person admire in Both of their partners? what are activities that all three like to do together? what are boundaries or discussions that all three share?
but the main goal is to figure out how to Differentiate each relationship!
a polycule is only as strong as the individual relationships within it. if two people are struggling with their own relationship, adding a third person won't fix that.
(UNLESS the third person is the catalyst for those two to, like, Actually Communicate And Work Their Shit Out. i just mean that the old adage of "maybe if we just add a third-" works about as well to fix a miserable non-communicative marriage as, uh, "maybe if we have a baby-")
AND FINALLY.
if you're not sure whether your poly romance reads organically to poly people, you can hire a sensitivity reader with poly experience. if you can't afford that, you can read up on polyamorous resources like a glossary of terms & articles actually written by poly people. (and stories written by poly people!)
you can also just.... ask poly people questions, if they're open to it. i like talking about polyamory and my own relationships so you're welcome to send asks if u want, i just can't guarantee i'll answer bc my energy levels fluctuate a lot and i don't always have time.
polyamorous people are in an uphill battle for positive representation right now & so the LAST thing i want to see is authors giving up on their stories bc they're worried about getting things Wrong. well-meaning and positive stories that treat this kind of love as normal, healthy, & aspirational are So So So Needed. even if you guys end up with some funky-feeling details.
seriously, if you're monogamous then you probably don't have a full idea of Just How Nasty a lot of people can get about polyamory. i wish it DIDN'T mean so much for you guys to want to write nice stories about us, but it does mean a lot. and it means a lot that you want to do it WELL.
in conclusion. this is not a prescriptive guide, it's just a way to raise questions. and also, you all are doing FINE.
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rocketbirdie · 5 months
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choose your fighter
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vero-niche · 11 months
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can i just say how much i adore how Nao-chan's gender is treated so casually in skip to loafer
like, as a white cis woman who is also quite tall and havent read the manga i didnt even realize she was trans until this scene in ep2:
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and i didnt even have the time to get nervous how they would handle this as they already moved on, ignoring the comments (just like queer people learn to do so) except for Mitsumi's comforting touch (implying she also heard the comments):
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and there were no sad words or anything about this either, it was just handled so.... normally. which should not be something worth highlighting, but, well, you know. also on that note, special shoutout to P.A. Works for casting a woman as her voice actor as well.
she's shown being the supportive and lively aunt and like seconds later in this scene she's back to being her usual self again:
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in conclusion
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stil-lindigo · 3 months
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I can't properly put into words the amount of disgust that I feel seeing someone who looks like she could be my cousin fight for a genocidal occupational force like Israel but I will say this.
If you are Chinese, Korean, Japanese or any one of these Asian ethnicities that the West deem "acceptable" and you align yourselves with western-backed racial supremacy, you are making fools of yourselves. You have fallen prey to the myth of the "model minority" and you are suckers for it.
The premise of racial supremacy is based on exclusivity. And here's a dose of reality - the myth of the "model minority" is nothing but a tactic to placate you. To sow divide in the ranks of people of colour. To artificially manufacture another realm of racial supremacy in minorities so that you're distracted from how we all suffer under colonialism.
Did we all forget about the skyrocketing of sinophobia in the wake of the first COVID outbreak? The transformation of Chinese people into fiends with barbaric eating customs, poor hygiene, and mass conspiracy to infect the world with biological weapons?
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What about the hate-crimes? The attacks in the street against anyone visibly asian? The rampant discrimination and ostracisation from society?
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In 2020, Donald Trump referred to COVID-19 as "The Chinese Virus", "Kung-flu" at a campaign rally to raucous applause, a chilling echo of the times where fears of the "Yellow Peril" had the western world in a stranglehold.
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For all that Chinese people have been lauded as "prodigies" and "well-mannered workers", the moment our existence was incovenient, were were nothing more than another target. And although Chinese suffering then wasn't close to the scale of suffering that Palestinians now endure, we all received a reminder on what it was like to be in the world's crosshairs.
Now, in 2023, Biden dismisses death tolls as unreliable and remains proudly Zionist even after Netanyahu described the genocide Israel is inflicting upon Palestine as the "struggle between the children of light and the children of darkness, between humanity and the law of the jungle." At the same time, Palestinians are being compared to fleeing rats in a gesture of dehumanisation that mirrors how the Nazis portrayed Jews during the Holocaust.
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And let's not think Abigail's Jewishness will save her, not when it's been proven that Israel has administered contraceptives to Ethiopian Jewish immigrants without their consent. Racial supremacy is an exclusive club that never stops getting smaller, and there is nothing that you, as a minority, will ever be able to do to fit in. One day, you too will be a target and there'll be nothing you can do but blame yourself. After all - it's already happened.
So shame on Abigail. Truly. With the memory of knowing what it's like to be targeted for factors out of your control fresh in her mind, she happily fights to do the same to others. And that says more about her than I ever will be able to.
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ruporas · 1 year
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i’ll find you again in every universe. let us be a little more honest, let us have a little more time.
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#despite it all though badlands rumble is like. the only universe where we get wolfwood thinking vash died first... and i think that means a#lot to their relationship and how it may bloom if there was more to badlands rumble considering vash literally saw wolfwood carrying a piece#of vash after his supposed death. u know! despite the short time they were together vash still meant so much to wolfwood that he couldn't#just move on or forget him in anyway. needed to keep a piece of him for himself and the rest of his days. but ofc vash lives and wolfwood#was like ill beat ur fucking ass into tomorrow. there's just so much honesty in vash being able to see that gesture bc he wouldnt know#otherwise just how much he might mean to him. ANYWAY. trimax with with the eternal pining featuring the two chapters where imo#where the both of them really fell for each other... i wrote my thoughts about this on another comic i did before#but vash solidifying his feelings during the hospital arc -- ww solidifies his when he realizes his allegiances are permanently with vash#98 my lovelies but also to me they are so one-sided bc ww pined like no tomorrow and vash only realizes after ep 23?24? his heart did tickle#whenever ww complimented his smile though#and tristamp vw my beloveds. it really just feels like they get the  chance to be closer and closer and more honest with each other#with every version that comes about. in trimax they knew how little time they had but struggled so desperately to get closer. in 98 ww felt#more willing to forsake for vash. in badlands rumble theyre Angry but as mentioned earlier ^ more blatant truth... due to circumstances#mainly but has the chance to lead to discussions and tristamp literally. first day of knowing each other ww saves vash - 2 days later vash#saves ww like. Man. AND NOW THEY MAY POTENTIALLY GET EVEN CLOSER!!!! with s2....#ruporas art
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mugentakeda · 4 months
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oleworldblues · 11 months
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Monster!141 x GN!Reader
Rating: Explicit/18+ Words: 3.2k Warnings: smut, descriptions of monsterfucking, light mention of blood, written on my phone in the middle seat on an airplane. Summary: You knew “monsters” were real. Well, in theory. You never met one, but you have a cousin who swore they hooked up with a faerie at a music festival. A friend said they met an oni on vacation or a roommate who insists they their ex was a vampire, and that's why he was out all night. They exist, but no one really acknowledges them. Or worse, vocally condemn them. After living most of your life a bit curious, you realize you work with a whole host of interesting monsters. And, you learn a lot more than you anticipated.
A/N: Each segment is its own little story, not connected really to the others. Inspired by @bluegiragi 's monster AU. Thank you for ruining my life. When I close my eyes, I only see the monster AU.
| Read on Ao3 or Keep Reading | Blues' Masterlist |
Price
You were just passing by his door, you didn’t mean to see anything. You heard a loud groan coming from Captain Price’s office and out of genuine concern peeked into the door.
Through the crack of the door, you saw horns sprouting from your captain’s forehead. You covered your mouth. 'He's a demon,' is your first thought. You dropped whatever you were holding.
The noise snapped Price’s attention in your direction and you froze. Your captain is a demon and he's about to kill you. One wing emerges from his back and smoke billows out of his nostrils. You realize he's not a demon.
Captain Price is a Dragon.
You look side to side for an escape, but he pulls off a glove and motions you to approach with his scaly fingers.
"You already bloody know, get in here," he orders.
Like a good soldier, you enter his office and shut the door. He sits down in his chair with a grunt and leans forward.
"Help me with this." He points his thumb to his back. He's got something wrapped around his chest and strapped to his shoulder. You realize he only has one wing.
"Counterweight," he states. You don't ask any follow-up questions. When you lift the weight off you realize just how fucking heavy it is. You almost drop it on the ground.
Price rubs the back of his neck and attempts to stretch his back. He groans and attempts to massage his shoulder. You watch the muscles in his back shift in a mesmerizing fashion.
"Sir," you ask, "may I?" You raise your hand, gently place it on his shoulder, and softly squeeze.
You're rewarded with a deep, unabashed groan.
"Fuckin' hell."
You wait a moment before asking "Permission to continue, sir?"
"Don't you dare bloody stop." You follow his orders and start to work the knots in his neck. "These old muscles need this," he says with a sigh.
"You're not that old, captain," you reply.
"Doesn't feel like it," he says quietly.
That's how you became Captain Price’s unofficial masseuse. Working out knots in his neck and shoulders between missions. It was a routine he silently depended on. He never said it outloud, but you can see the relief in his eyes when he gets out on the tarmac and sees you in the crowd.
It's always his neck and shoulders. He never asks you to go lower, but you can tell he needs some work down there.
One day he seems particularly worn out. He's nothing but a mess of grunts and groans as you work through his tension. The last mission was rough and he clearly needs more than his usual sessions. Slowly and carefully your hands travel down his shoulders. He's too lost to stop you, his eyes are shut tight and only making animalistic noises of relief.
When you press your thumbs into the muscle just above where his wings sprout from his back his body jolts.
He moans, and it's loud. He slaps his hand over his mouth, but it's too late. The sound echoes off the walls of his bare office. That noise must mean it felt good, right?
Before he can say anything, or tell you to stop, you press against that muscle again. Another moan rips out of his throat. He's
breathing heavily, but he doesn't yell at you.
You work new parts of his back and his only responses are guttural, needy noises. You feel hot and aren't continuing this for only his sake. By the time you work your way to his lower back his chest is heaving.
"Enough," he orders with a breathless voice. You immediately pull your hands away.
Price stands, turns around, and pins you to his desk before you got a chance to react. Important papers stick to your shirt and pens dig into your back. But, you only care about the burning look in your captain's eyes.
A dragon's kisses are suffocating. You choke on smoke and the taste of volcanic ash. Whenever he pulls away to let you breathe you quickly pull him back for another taste.
You shiver when his claws trace a trail down your chest. Those hands have ripped enemies to shreds, but you know he wouldn't hurt you. At least, not in a way you wouldn't enjoy.
You accidentally grab his horns as he goes down on you. You swear you were aiming for his hair. So, you apologize profusely.
"Hang on, love," Price orders. "And don't let go."
His horns keep you grounded, well as best as you can be, as he ruins you. His strength is incomprehensible. Power behind every thrust that knocks more and more things off his desk. When your grip tightens at the base of his horns he chuckles. Endlessly amused at your fascination with the quirks of his body.
His tail touches and wraps around your thigh to help keeps your leg lifted as your body becomes limp after an avalanche of orgasms. You're begging for mercy and desperate for more at the same time.
You use the last of your strength to pull him close. He smothers you with another bruising kiss. You cling to him as one more orgasm begins to boil in your core.
Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades and the only warning you get for his orgasms is the smoke that fills your lungs. He shudders against you, moaning into your mouth. His thrusts are audibly wet as he tries to stay as deep inside you as possible. His encouraging moans and constant pressure on your sweet spot are what tip you over the edge with him.
After what feels like an eternity, you're laid out on his desk trying to breathe, unable to lift your legs or upper body. Your captain decides this is the perfect time to light up one of his good cigars. He puffs away with a shit-eating grin on his face.
For the next day you felt like you chain-smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.
Soap
You haven’t heard from Soap in a few hours. He looked awful during breakfast and he missed lunch and dinner. Before the mess closes you snuck out a meal for him. Something feels different when you stand in front of his door. Every almost.
You knock. No answer.
“Hey, Soap,” you say clearly. “I brought you something to eat.”
No answer.
“Are you ok? I can take you to the infirmary.”
You hear a low noise; almost like an animal. Someone or something is in there and it’s not happy. Could he really be that sick?
“Soap, please.” You jiggle the handle. The door shakes, almost like a dog is scratching it from the other side. You keep trying to open the door. It’s pointless unless you wanted to rip it off its hinges.
Without warning, the door opens. You fall forward since you were leaning all of your weight against it. You stumble inside and the door shuts behind you. Something slams you against the door and you involuntarily yelp.
Your eyes have to adjust to the dark before you realize Soap has you pinned up against his door. At least, you think it’s Soap. His blue eyes are much brighter than normal.
"You're burning up," you say. In fact, he almost looks steaming. "Fucking Christ, Soap. You're really sick."
"I'm not sick," he says. His voice is different. When he speaks there's a low vibration. When your eyes adjust to the low light you realize something is different. Soap has an extra set of ears.
Dog ears.
“Werewolf.” It’s barely a whisper, but his ears twitch. He hears you loud and clear. Soap is a fucking werewolf.
"If you're going to run, do it now," he demands. "I won't be able to stop myself if you stay."
Part of your brain is screaming to run fast and far away. It's nowhere near as convincing as your morbid curiosity.
'A rut' he called it. Something like it happens to every werewolf; a time where they need to fuck or be fucked. He normally isn't caught off guard like this. His last mission went long, and his rut came early.
So here you are, face pressed into his pillow while your ass is up in the air. 'Like a bitch in heat,' he said. When this started, Soap warned you he would get carried away. His inhibitions would melt away as his instincts took over. He tried to explain what was going to happen between nips with his sharp canine teeth.
His accent got stronger as it went on. He was desperately humping your leg before he finished explaining what a "knot" is.
Soon enough, your saliva is soaking his pillow as he pounds you from behind. He switches between holding onto your hips with a bruising grip to get rough. Or, pinning your hands above your head to savor the feeling of you cuming around him.
Between his accent and his animalistic need, you cannot understand a word he's saying. Sometimes the grunts are encouraging or they are primal. When he leans forward, he pants directly against your ear. Drool drips on your neck and it's your only warning that he's about to bite down on your sensitive skin.
Your legs start to go limp and he pulls out just long enough to push your whole body into the mattress and thrust back inside. All of his body weight is baring down on you. Every thrust forces the air out of your lungs and it's becoming a struggle to breathe.
Your mind is hazy as the unrelenting pleasure washes over you. You can only resort to pitiful whines to encourage him. A snarl that vibrates in his chest is the only warning you get that he's close.
Soap cums hard.
His entire body shudders and he bites into your already abused shoulder. The sharp pain disguises the unique feeling of your hole stretching to accommodate something new.
You realize the base of his cock is swelling and it starts to sting.
"What the fuck is that?!" You choke out, panicked. You try to scramble away, but Soap wraps his arms around you and turns the two of you on your side.
"It's my knot," he reassures. "Keeps us close. It'll fade soon." He hums in your ear to keep you calm as his hips rock back and forth just enough to stimulate you. The dull pain is soon replaced with a brand new sensation you're afraid you can no longer live without. He gets to cum one more time before his knot shrinks and his cock goes soft.
A few weeks later you get a text from Soap:
"I think I'm coming down with something. 🤒 Want to give me a check-up? 🚑"
Gaz
You knew to never take a chopper around the 141. Specifically Gaz or Price, those two are walking bad omens when it comes to air support. You volunteered to support from the mounted gun of a truck. It seemed like the safer idea.
Until that truck crashed and suddenly you were hurling through the air. You braced yourself for brutal impact. Too much time passed and you were convinced you died, the wind blowing across your face meant you were in heaven.
It took you a moment to realize you were flying, fucking flying.
You look around and realize something is holding on to your arms. Big, bird legs. You strain your neck to follow them and see wings fluttering behind you.
"Got ya, mate!"
It's Gaz. Gaz is a fucking harpy.
When he sets you down, you cling to the earth at your feet. Still convinced this was a dream. It takes you over an hour to get over your shell-shocked. When you finally could speak, the first thing you managed was:
“Wait,” you ask, “how does someone with wings fall out of a helicopter? Twice?!”
Now that the cats out of the bag, he lets you explore. Your fingers softly caress the soft feathers on his arms. He always wore gloves and long-sleeved shirts. Now you know why.
When you touch him just so you hear a bird's cooing deep in his chest.
Oh, and his wings. Truly beautiful, spectacular even. You're upset he has to hide them so much. You couldn't keep your eyes off of them. Jet black feathers with an iridescent shine as they moved;
impossibly soft to the touch. He had to stop you eventually because he got too ticklish. Your hands kept traveling up hi]s wings until you reached where they sprout from his back.
The gasp that escaped him was sinful.
"Careful now, mate," he warns.
"Or what?" You ask, "mate?"
His claws dig into your skin as he thrusts into you. Just enough to sting, but not enough to draw blood. He's mastered that blurred line between pleasure and pain.
Those cooing sounds vibrate in his chest deeper and louder than before. You can only reply with broken moans and incoherent babbling.
At first you were concerned about his feet—er talons. Then you learned that a strong grip at the foot of the bed gave him stunning leverage. It meant he could just keep going.
And going.
You cling to him, try to move on time with him. It gets harder as the orgasm count rises. He hooks his arms under your knees to keep them up and to keep you at mercy.
Your hands scramble for leverage, power, anything. Your hands snake up his back until you touch the base of his wings.
"Fuck, love," Gaz gasps.
Finally, a trick of your own. You hold onto them tight for something to ground you. His rhythm falters and you lose your synchronization just enough that you pull at his wings.
A beautiful moan escapes his throat. So, obviously, you do it again.
That vibration in his chest gets louder as his hips stuttered. He gasps into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His body trembles as he cums. His claws dig into your back just enough to break the skin. That pain tips you over the edge and you fall into the throes of pleasure with him.
When the aftershocks of your orgasms fade, Gaz preens and takes care of you. Kissing the divots he clawed into your skin until the slight bleeding stopped.
Then he pulled your back against his chest and his deep, melodic coos lulled you to sleep. His wings wrapped around you as you drifted off, and he squirmed when your fingers traced the pattern of his feathers.
You've never felt safer and more content.
Ghost
Ghost is turning over every corpse he can find in the building; you have no idea why. The intel was secured and the target was killed, there is no reason to meander like he is.
"Ghost, we have to get to the safehouse!" You insist. He grunts frustrated. "Are you looking for something?" He kicks another corpse to the side.
"Had to give them all bloody killing blows, yeah?" He mumbles. "Couldn't have winged a few, even for me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm hungry," he states matter-of-factly. "I need to eat."
"We have MREs at the safeh—"
He stumbles forward and he nearly takes you down with him. At least, that's what you thought. He's so much lighter than you thought. He's also struggling to breathe.
"Ghost! What's wrong?"
He doesn't answer, but smoke starts billowing out if his mask. He turns his head to face you and you barely see any life in his eyes. Well, less life than normal.
You thought Ghost was just a nickname.
He leaned on you all the way to a truck before you drove off to the safehouse. During your escape he explained he's a wraith. He needs energy from others to survive. Most squadmates know to leave a few poor bastards clinging to life to give him something to feed on.
But, he explains there are other ways for him to get his fill.
The feeling is almost indescribable. It's like the smoke that pours out of him is sinking into your skin.
The vapors are incorporeal but somehow can hold you down. You're pinned to the bed as Ghost kisses you. His touch is cold and his mouth is freezing. Every caress makes you shiver against him.
The kisses leave you dizzy and drunk for more. You tried rubbing your thighs together for some relief, but his smoke pried them open. You feel something tickle your throat and it makes you gag. When he pulls away, you see his impossibly long tongue roll back into his mouth.
"Taste fuckin' amazing, love," he says as he wipes his mouth. "Can I have more?"
Between your legs, that tongue reaches deep. Deeper than you could possible imagine. He can control it enough to curl up and around inside you, reaching those sensitive spots most lovers can't even reach.
You cum hard, but there is no fall after the euphoric height. Almost like you're suspended between states of being. After seemingly endless floating, the shock of his cold touch and freezing kisses bring you back to reality. His whispers of sweet praise that you can't hear with your ears, but it's ringing deep in your mind.
"Can I devour you?" His mouth doesn't open when he speaks. How long has he been able to get into your head? Has he read your thoughts before? Did he know about your crush since it began?
You can't speak your answer, but you tell him loud and clear to keep going.
You feel that delightful stretch when he pushes his cock inside, but there are new sensations that were unrecognizable. The smoke pinned you down and held up your legs in any position Ghost wanted. You were putty in grasp as your mind reached me heights.
The sounds of your pitiful moans and his wet thrusts faded as his encouraging words were spoken directly into your mind.
The smoke poked and prodded at whatever holes you you still had left. Nothing forced your mouth open, but you felt pressure in the back of throat. Maybe you were delirious or maybe the smoke wrapped around Ghost's cock too to reach inside you even deeper.
All you knew is that you never felt so lifeless and empty, yet so full and elated at the same time. You've never felt this way before and will never experience this again.
You get lost in it. All you had to do was trust that Ghost wouldn't take too much and kill you. But, if the afterlife was anything like this, maybe it's worth it.
You have no idea how long that night lasted, eventually you blacked out. Maybe he kept going and intended on draining every ounce of life out of you.
You barely register moments in the night where Ghost strokes your hair or caresses your cheek. His touch didn't feel cold.
You're still bleary and sluggish when you get on the plane for evac. On the flight back you're half-convinced it was all just a dream.
The only real "proof" you had was how bright Ghost's brown eyes looked during debrief. Although, that light slowly faded over the next day.
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