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Hello Ducky! Submitting for the event! Lets get into it!
Favourite colour is red, like either candy apple all the way to blood red. I love a good vintage, 80s, horror movie aesthetic if you can believe it. You know, the kind of thing that has that sorta lived in fuzzy, scary but familiar feel. Fave artist would have to be MIKA. I am fully obsessed with his music, My Name Is Michael Holbrook is my favourite album ever. And as for personality, I feel like you got a pretty good read on it from following me for so long but overall I am pretty fun, low maintenance and easy going. Oh also, favourite animal has gotta be a tiger. 
Excited to see what you drum up for me!
Naga
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P.S. the car in the moodboard is from the movie Christine (1983)
Okay, so I'm mostly going off of intuition here and I know you said tiger was your fav animal but. .. I'm feeling a Naga lover and/or partner for you Bex.
I just see this sinuous, lovely yet dangerous possibly venomous? naga coming up to you all confident and somewhat aloof expecting another shy human who trembles at the sight of them but you. You are confident, you flip the script and make them blush as much as a half-snake being can. Flirty, flirty, flirty.
Have you ever felt a snakes scales? They look slimy or even kinda wet. They aren't. It's almost soft but not plush, so smooth and cool temperature wise. Imagine curling up with your naga and sprawling over the coils of their tail.
The bartender is mentally taking notes and is very impressed, making eyes at you and the naga. Possible threesome? 👀 Who knows? Nagas have hemipenes so the possibilities are endless and very fun.
Possible friends with benefits to a relationship that is so deep and just !!!!! what are words again
You totally meet at a bar in Australia on vacation so enjoy the accent. I don't know why, just is.
Artist: MIKA Songs:
A Little Lemon
I made the monster gender neutral, hope that's okay!
The scales are smooth to the touch, oddly soft and sharply juxtaposed to the pointed claws that tip their fingers. Claws that have since sliced away your clothes at the seams, leaving no hope of repair.
You hope they leave your senses in the same condition when the night is through.
Scale covered muscles shifting away and back again like sand at the mercy of the waves, wrapped around your thighs, squeezing as they ask with a flickering of their forked tongue,
"I can taste you in the air, sweet and ripe" they hum "just like cherries, I can't wait to sample straight from the source."
The thick tail is cool in temperature, almost cold against the sweat pooling along your naked skin. It whisks across your peaked nipples and sends lightning bolts of pleasure down your body.
They descend down on your cunt with a hunger that steals your breath, tracing your lips with that devilishly bisected tongue that had teased your mouth earlier in the night.
It reaches up inside you, pressing and massaging at places you forgot existed, that soft pulse of flesh that makes you arch against their constricting tail coiled up underneath and around you.
Your fingers and toes flex as you are re-positioned, reaching to grasp and feeling the great muscles expand and contract with every breath.
It's a near sensory overload, your slick glistening and seeping it's way between the scales of their lower half, smearing across the strangely iridescent skin of their face, their lips.
Sharp eyes, half shut and glazed with lust zero in on where you hang, strung up and spread out like a marionette on display.
You see a flash of fangs and tremble, recalling the low haze of the bar where you met and their voice in your ear, something about a venom.
A potential aphrodisiac.
The wicked appendage twisting your orgasm closer and closer slips out of your cunt, briefly wrapping around your clit with a clench, punching a moan from you, before disappearing behind those wicked fangs.
"Would you like a taste?" they pant, licking your wetness from their lips
"Of your venom?"
"It's not poisonous, if you're worried, it has been tested"
Somehow you don't think they mean in a scientific way. Either way, you trust them.
"Yes, please, give it to me, bite me" you beg, keening as you try to pull your legs up towards your chest, getting halfway before they tighten around you again.
"Since you asked so nicely" and they trace a line up the inside of your thigh, no doubt following an artery, plump and juicy with deep red blood.
And the bite comes like a bee sting, adding to the ebbing waves pulsing from your neglected pussy. Then a heat begins to unfurl like a blooming flower.
You can feel it melting you apart at the seams and the naga between your thighs presses a kiss to the small bite, blood spotting their lips, and begins to devour you.
And set ablaze, you burn willingly, beautifully.
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Hi Duck!!! I hope you're having a great day! I've come to ask for a Monster Matchup?
I'm a 5'1 Aquarius Sun / Virgo Moon / Sagittarius Rising, and I'm usually mistaken for being younger than I am. My favorite colors are seafoam green, Tiffany blue, black, and red.
I am an overthinker with a good heart. I think of myself as a social flower, where I'm shy and quiet until I get to know you and then I bloom out. I value loyalty and I'm always down for a great time or an adventure. I'm the friend who loves to drive to new places, but I'm also the friend who usually stays in on most nights. I also love video games and anything horror.
My favorite band is Sleep Token; I love genre bending while keeping the rock/metal base (though you'll usually catch me listening to classic dad rock). My favorite aesthetic has to be either dark nautical, or pinup.
Hopefully that's enough information for you. Thank you so much Duck, and have a great rest of your week!! 🩵
Kelpie
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So most kelpies, when in human form (if they ever take it) are described as having long dark hair reminds me of someone possibly Eddie? Kelpies (in Scottish Gaelic, each uisge) are creatures from Scottish folklore that reside in lochs, capable of shape shifting from their equine form to human. Now lets take a Scottish vacay.
You've been spending time near the sea and the seals have begun to regard you as a welcome source of food that you totally haven't been sneaking them. But today you head somewhere new, a loch, and something about the brackish waters and thunderous wakes entrance you.
You spend far longer at it's shores than you mean to and it's grown dark. So, in very tourist fashion, you get a bit turned around until you hear the heavy breath of an animal near the shore and catch sight of a massive, pitch black horse making it's way up the stone beach. Except the horse has gills that seal shut, near disappearing in it's midnight coat.
The kelpie is young for it's kind, still an adult but not as jaded toward humans as their elders are. So they don't immediately open their unnatural maw and make meal of you, they just hold your gaze until you turn and run.
But you return again and again, at the same time, hoping to see your mysterious water horse and you even bring snacks. Apples left on the same stone beach, a few small fish purchased from a local market. Until one day you return and see a tall, pale, person with long midnight hair and skin that shines in places the setting sun hits, like fish scales. They dip their head just a bit and hold out a green plant unfamiliar to you, plucked from underwater no doubt. You think you'll extend your stay indefinitely.
Artists: King Harvest, Sleep Token, Foreigner
I love listening to classic dad rock too!
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Helloooo! I've seen a couple of your monster matches on my dash and I thought this looked super fun :3 I'm open to a one-shot if you want to try writing one but I won't be upset if you don't, it's all in good fun.
You can call me Spooky 👻 My favorite color is purple, my ideal aesthetic is romantic victorian/baroque goth but my actual clothing style is just as close to that as I can afford lol. My favorite artists are AFI and In This Moment.
I love being outdoors, I hate being trapped inside. 100% a summer goth, I call myself a vampire in love with the sun lol. I am also genuinely nocturnal. I have a very rare sleep disorder that makes my natural sleep-wake cycle to fall asleep when the sun comes up and wake up sometime in the early afternoon. (Finding a job that fits this was not easy, thank you for asking 😂)
I get excited and energetic very easily but I'm also quite mellow and enjoy winding down from that. I can thrive in large groups having big adventures and I can thrive having a calm and cozy night in. I'm a bit of a social chameleon, I guess. I'll enjoy anything as long as I'm with people I like. I've gravitated towards art forms that are slowly fading, like film photography and bookbinding. I am exceptionally lucky that I made it to the recovery stage of severe depression and debilitating mental illness. I try not to lean into that with personality tests but having a personality disorder is a bit of an important ingredient of my life lol.
Sorry if that was A Lot™ but hopefully it's at least useful if you end up wanting to write a oneshot. I hope these little projects are giving you the creative boost you needed. Don't forget to keep hydrated and take care of yourself, and best of luck! 💜🖤
Demon
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You and your demon meet over a shared love of film photography, developing your pictures in a mutual dark room. You tend to keep to the later hours and at first your demon suspects you are a supernatural creature of your own.
They're a little surprised to learn you are just a nocturnal human, which is a plus for them. The night is warmth and embracing for a creature like them, hides the horns and the whip thin tail where the sun brings them out.
You bond over the lost arts of many kinds, they can help teach you about almost anything (they have been around for many, many years after all). They appreciate your chameleon like skills in social settings, going with the flow is no easy task, life takes many twists and turns but you'll have your demon there with you for as long as you wish.
Star gazing dates or later afternoon picnics (or wherever you're comfortable). Sometimes lazy days curled up as you sleep the sunrise away while your demon joins you or reads beside you. Wandering through new towns/parts of the city is totally even better with your demon at your side, showing you all the hidden spots.
Also, they are very proud of you for being in a recovery stage for your mental health issues, as demons know all to well how treacherous the mind can be, how much hard work it is and they applaud and help you every chance they get.
(omg I haven't listened to AFI in forever! forgot how much I loved them)
Artists: AFI, In This Moment
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Hey there! Our mutual moot Bex told me you were doing a monster matchup event, so I thought I’d send something in! Hope you don’t mind :3 My favorite color is purple, though I also love black and red. I’m somewhere between punk and goth, so I guess that’s my aesthetic. My favorite band is Slipknot. As for my personality, I’m pretty shy, anxious, and quiet. I’m the person who’s always at the back of the room or sticking to the walls. Head in the clouds or listening to music. I like making stuff. I can be kind of a snarky smartass, but I’ve also been told I’m a sweetheart. Hope that’s enough! 💜
Gargoyle
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You absolutely meet your gargoyle while you're listening to music and daydreaming. Well, not meet, they see you for the first time from up on their perch. They've see many, many people come and go, shuffling past some tourist spot that used to be a quiet place (a cathedral most likely) but you seem to stick out.
Either your clothes or the way you look at things far longer than anyone else, as if you're really seeing it, your gargoyle remembers you, commits you to memory and waits patiently during the day on the ledge that has been their home for centuries to catch a glimpse of you.
At night they fly, scanning the nightlife and mourning the life they never had in the world that has cropped up around them. Then you see them. Glancing out a window, standing as far out of the way of the center of attention as possible and glimpse the sight of mighty wings, grey like stone in color but leathery in texture.
Your gargoyle startles, considers fleeing back to the cathedral or perhaps even further. They aren't pretty like humans, horns and wings and clawed paws and a tail. A gruesome guardian meant to scare and ward off evil. You rush out into the night fast enough to catch them off guard, still as stone (sorry I had to bad puns) and hunching over to make themselves smaller, they don't want to scare you.
But you just look at them, far longer than any human has ever looked at them in either of their forms. You really see them and you smile.
Artist: Slipknot Songs:
The lemon has disappeared (aka the muse has fled my brain) but if you want I can add one later, I just didn't want this to sit in my drafts forever. Sorry!
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Currently working on 2 monster matches and will hopefully get them out later today or tomorrow depending on how stubborn my brain is being.
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But please send in some more, this is actually helping my writing brain get stronger.
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I lost the original ask fuck tunglr but thank the gods for screenshots!
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Dragon
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Dragons are very old beings and sentient, despite what some would have you believe. Your dragon has become disenchanted with the world, living beneath their mountain in halls carved from their own claws and breath of fire. Walls filled with books and treasures beyond just gold and diamonds.
No matter how you find your dragon, by accident or seeking out the hall of the dragon in a quest, the first thing this dragon will do is try to intimated you into leaving. To leave them alone.
But you persist, returning day after day despite the treacherous trek and chipping away at the hardened scales of your dragon. Eventually, they begin to think of you as their human. Looking forward to your visits. Pulling out things or books from their horde that they hope you might like.
At some point your dragon becomes comfortable enough that they leave their mountain home for yours, if only for a few hours. But hours turns to days, to weeks and so on. You have broken the spell of disenchantment that has hung over your dragon for far too long and they will spend however long it takes trying to repay your genuine kindness.
Artists: Of Monsters and Men, Car Seat Headrest
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Hi! May I have a monster matchup please?
My favorite color is green. Probably a nice dark one like pthalo or emerald. My favorite band is The Who but I also like The Monkees and Bob Seger. Aesthetically speaking I’m probably a cross between 70’s fashion and 1940’s Hollywood glamour. I’m an INTJ and a textbook Virgo (I think only one part of my sign is something else). I like (short) little weird men that play aliens and 80’s horror.
-NightmareInTheLibrary✨
Forest Fae
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I don't know a whole lot about the forest fae but I promise I didn't match you with one just because you like green! As an INTJ your thirst for knowledge will lead you off the beaten path and deep into unknown territory. But you persevere in search of that unknown and use all that 80's horror knowledges to avoid getting in trouble.
You stumble upon your forest fae, not the other way around, which thoroughly surprises them but they aren't so easily rattled. Maybe the cam get a deal out of you.
Are you lost? No, alright then, in search of some prize? Nothing specific. A few questions later and your sure this person you've met in the woods isn't human. In fact, the green of their eyes and how they stand still as a tree all but confirms it.
You leave the forest that day unscathed and wishing instantly to go back once you return to civilization.
You worry about your fae, probably more than necessary, but you return again and again with a different excuse each time until you fill your home with gifts from the forest fae and you spot them wearing things you have brought them.
It matches the green pallor of their skin, the shimmer of darker green across their shoulders and cheeks from the sun. Meaning so much to a fae is tricky but worth the struggle.
Artists: The Who, Bob Seger
The lemon has disappeared (aka the muse has fled my brain) but if you want I can add one later, I just didn't want this to sit in my drafts forever. So sorry!
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Depending on how many matches I actually get I might just post as they come because I'm impatient.
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All right send in y'all shit for the monster match if you want to! All match posts will be tagged #ducksmonstermatchevent
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