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cryptmonsteruniverseimagines · 2 years

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Poly relationship btwn Looksee, Soot, and MC hc?

I have been neglecting this blog severely.

(Romantic) Look-See x Reader x Soot headcanons

TWs: minor spoilers for Look-See VS Soot

I definitely believe due to their respective career paths, Soot and Look-See’s paths are going to intersect at some point. One person isn’t supposed to have survived a bad rock-climbing accident, and they harbor guilt that they survived that they can’t let go of. But, of course, Soot and Look-See can be reasonable gents. Hell, in the creepypasta they were pitted against each other in, they teamed up to take out the narrator.

I feel like Look-See and Soot would end up playing "bad cop, good cop" respectively in the relationship. Look-See is obviously the more outgoing monster, so he'd be much more open to doing a lot more "date stuff". Soot is much more rigid and can’t just disguise himself with a wig and Groucho glasses, would probably need to be coaxed into doing some of the things that Look-See wants. Of course, the two get into spats, and you will need to break them up before things get physical.

One thing that they both agree on is that they both want to sleep with you. In your bed. In spite of not requiring sleep. It’s like extended snuggies for them. And when you all started dating, you probably didn’t have a bed big enough for the three of you. So what did Look-See do? Resort to grave robbery to help get you some more money! …yeah, that was not a good thing to do, so until you get enough cashiche to get a bed big enough for all three of you, your monster bfs sleep in shifts: Look-See one night, Soot the other. Hey — with this system going, you have monster protection every night. And in a world where you can literally be murdered in your sleep by a beastie at any time, they’ve helped you sleep more soundly than you ever have in your life.

Remember how I said Soot likes board games? He sis a big stickler for following the rules of the game and will not like it if someone tries to pull a fast one on him. Well, Look-See likes to cheat at board games, much like he likes to toy with his victims. Soot does not tolerate any of his nonsense. And that’s how a simple game like Candy Land gains the tense atmosphere of Monopoly. Oh, and Monopoly has been banned from the house after an unfortunate incident in which one of them got the fucking board lodged into the wall.

Look-See likes to spread his scent on you by snuggling you, wearing your jackets (the ones that fit him, anyway), and of course, laying on things that you like to sit/lay on. Soot, being a more civilized monster, does not do this as he doesn’t have those bestial impulses. He once walked in on Look-See rolling around in your bed and had no idea what he was looking at.

Soot is the one who’s out of the house the most, so he’s going to be glomped by both you and Look-See when he comes home. People are abounding death left and right, and his workaholic butt can’t put his job on hold for very long. Sometimes you and Look-See will have to hold Soot down on the couch and give him the snuggled he deprives himself of. Soot likes to pretend he doesn’t like it, but his nonexistent heart swells when he’s held by his partners.

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tawneybel · 5 years

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Imagine the monster mimicking your freshly drowned SO’s voice in order to lure you into the pool for underwater s*x. Well, you would have to keep your head above water… Maybe he’ll just rub you through your bathing suit, get you excited, then pool side fun.

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winifredsandersonsbitch · 4 years

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“Wallow”

Spike x Summers!Reader, BTVS

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of sex, S6 SPOILERS!!!

Description: Out of the five stages of grief, anger is the one that appeals most to the reader. Spike gets the brunt of it during training.

writing fanfics doesn’t feel so appropriate atm, but I wanted to take a break from signing petitions/writing letters (which I encourage you to do as well) and do something creative for a minute. Posting in case anyone else is in a similar situation

Training started up again the day after Buffy’s funeral.

It was important to keep moving, now more than ever. Spike didn’t think it was a good idea, but you shut him down every time he tried to bring it up. What you needed was not time or space or love. You needed to be prepared. You were not going to lose another sister. No one else was going to die. The universe had taken more than its due.

“Again,” you panted, and Spike lunged at you. He couldn’t go in with the intent to hurt you or his head would fill with white hot pain, so you were always uncomfortably aware of how much he was holding back, how easily he could take you if he wasn’t. Most times, he still beat you, although he always offered to fix you up after. All in all, he was a patient teacher, better than you deserved. But even he had his limits.

Spike tackled you to the ground, knocking the breath from your lungs, but you recovered quickly and aimed a punch at his face before he could pin down your arms.

Wheeling backwards, he stretched a hand out to his aching jaw, running it over the bruising skin. “Listen, sweetheart, I know my stamina is legendary, but we’ve got to give it a rest.”

“Again.”

This was all there was for you now. Practice and duty and anger. You wondered if this was how it had been for Buffy, near the end.

You woke up every morning with your skin a mottling greenish purple, darkening with time. Everywhere ached. You covered it up with makeup as best as you could for your shifts at the diner, but your coworkers were starting to notice.

No doubt they blamed it on the blond who sometimes came in to sit at the corner booth during your shifts.

Today hurt more than most. Spike had hurt your back the last time he slammed you against the alley wall, complaining that you fought like a rabid animal instead of a person when you tried to bite him to get away.

“Use anything that you have at your disposal.” You spat blood into the gravel. “That was your first rule. Come at me again.”

That was when he threw you across the alley.

It wasn’t the first time you had been tossed around in a fight. But for some reason, this time you couldn’t get up. You hit a pile of crates and struck your abdomen before rolling over onto your back.

You had practiced being thrown before, falling, all of it, but this was different. Today your anger had gotten the best of you. You had only been focusing on hurting him, not on protecting yourself. And now you couldn’t move.

Spike appeared above you, a bone-white face in a field of black night. You wheezed, trying to take in air that wouldn’t come.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to throw you so hard. Can you sit up?”

“Something cracked,” you said, and Spike reached out for you, then yanked his hand back like he was afraid he’d hurt you more by touching you. Then he covered the side of your waist with either hand, trying to relocate the pressure that would come with hauling you up to his body instead of yours.

“Here, I’m going to help you up, we’re going to take you to the hospital. I’ll call the others. We’ll— What the hell are you— Stay down, woman!”

You put your hand flat on the crate nearest to you and hauled yourself to your feet. Then you put your fists up, your knuckles bloody from where the scabs had split.

“We—don’t—stop,” you puffed, each word more difficult to get out than the last. “A real fight doesn’t— stop— for anything.”

“This isn’t a real fight,” he reminded you. He reached out and you ducked under his arm, a lightning strike of pain shooting up your side where the bone had fractured. But you came out on the other side, planting your feet.

“It’s real. You’re a vampire.” You needed him to be as worked up as you were, so you pushed this button deliberately. “I’m the new Slayer.”

“You’re not—”

“I am.” You were taking shallow breaths now, trying to stay steady. “She’s gone and I’m here. Someone has to take over.”

“There’s already a new Slayer out there, you don’t have to—”

“I promised my mom I would take care of her. And if I couldn’t do that, then I’ll make damn sure I take care of Sunnydale. Now fight me.”

With one swift move, he had your wrists pinned behind your back, making your ribs groan.

Jesus Christ.

“You can handle it,” Spike said, reading your mind. “Don’t think I’m going easy on you. Not when you seem to like the pain so well.”

You weren’t strong enough to shake him off. Months of this, of trying to train your body to do better, and you still didn’t possess a fraction of what Buffy had.

“Why don’t you tell me what this is about, love?”

He bent his neck over your shoulder like he was playing the part of the loving boyfriend getting ready to place a kiss on your cheek, maybe hold you from behind like he was helping you to line up a shot in golf.

“I need to get better.”

“You’re killing yourself.”

“No.” You almost broke your wrists pulling out of his grip and he had to steady you before you fell back. He placed a hand on middle of your ribcage where the skin was beginning to swell, wincing. “I wouldn’t do that to Dawn. To any of them. I’m only trying to make it right. Willow will look me over when we’re done.”

Spike shook his head. “I know this is how you deal with grief from your mum, but this is ridiculous.”

“This is nothing like that.”

“No?”

You picked your jacket up off the ground, shaking it out. You got hot during training, but you were freezing now.

“No.”

He followed you out of the alley doggedly, his thunderous footsteps right behind your own. Across the street, down the sidewalk, and into your car. He climbed in before you could lock the doors. Sitting down made the pain in your ribs flare, but you filed that away under Things to Deal with Later.

“Tell me.”

“It’s just different.” He continued to watch you steadily. Stealthily. Hungrily. You reached to start the car, but he stilled your hand. You slapped his away.

“Why do you care? Do you really have so few other friends that you have to follow me around like a lost puppy? Get out, Spike.”

“You know why.”

You did. He told you before, before Buffy took the high dive, but you had ignored him. Even when he offered to kill Drusilla for you, even when he almost got himself killed by Glory to save Dawn. You believed he felt something. Lust, a proximity to danger. Something to make his immortal life more interesting. But as you had told him before, that wasn’t the same as love.

“Get out.”

“I care about you,” he said through clenched teeth. “For the last year, I’ve only tried to do right by you. You say that you don’t want to play the part of the broken girl, but here you are. I should nominate you for a bloody Oscar.”

“Just because I don’t want to fuck you doesn’t mean that—”

Spike almost broke off the handle as he slammed open the car door, his jaw tight.

“Don’t come crying to me when no one else is willing to stomach your bullshit.”

You stewed in the car for all of two minutes, smacking the horn and screaming at the top of your lungs, before you calmed down enough to think things over.

You were miserable.

Mostly because of Buffy’s death, but also because you were tired of trying to fill her shoes. You couldn’t come up with that many puns in combat or put slaying ahead of everything else. You couldn’t lock down your feelings in order to get the job done. You couldn’t even be honest with the people you loved about how you felt.

You fully considered letting Spike walk out of your life and never come back. You probably would have, too. If he hadn’t been right. If he hadn’t found a way to get you the money you needed after your mother’s death. If he hadn’t volunteered to watch Dawn, to do extra research, even to make dinner one night when you were feeling especially out of it. He almost burned the house down, but he had tried.

You had lashed out at him more times than you could count, and he always took it with a steadiness that kept you grounded when it counted. And now, when he finally bit back, it was because you had suggested that all he wanted from you was sex.

You rolled out of your seat, locked up the car, and tucked the keys in your pocket, swiveling blindly. Where had he gone? Back to the crypt? To the alley? You saw a flicker of black disappear around the corner and followed.

You caught a glimpse of Spike ducking into a decrepit all-night bar. Tugged your jacket tighter around yourself. Prayed that no one would recognize you. Stepped inside.

It was the seedy kind of monster venue that only he could like. Demons leered at you from behind tables marked with blood and vampires ordered drinks at the scuffed bar top. Spike was ordering a Bloody Mary when you sat down next to him. The stool creaked beneath your weight, but he didn’t so much as look at you. The bartender glared at you disapprovingly but let you be. To soften him up, you ordered your own drink, although you didn’t know if you’d be able to take a single sip. The place didn’t look very sanitary.

“I know when I’m wrong,” you said to the glasses behind the bar. “I’m not trying to put up walls. But I don’t want anyone taking care of me. I don’t like to be treated like I’m fragile.”

That wasn’t true. You remembered that one night after your shift when all you had wanted was to be babied. To have someone else take the load for you. But that was before and this was now.

Spike stayed silent. You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dangle anything in front of you. When I suggested we train together, I wasn’t leading you on. Or I didn’t mean to be leading you on. It’s just different being around you than the others.”

You could practically hear crickets chirp in here. The bartender dropped off your drinks and Spike took a long sip. Like you didn’t even exist.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

You were conscious of sounding like every annoying movie protagonist ever.

“Not that we have anything, only—we’re friends, aren’t we? I don’t want the only reason for you hanging out with me to be that you’re waiting for the day you can get in my pants. So I ignore it, like it’ll make it go away,” you babbled. Demons were giving you disgusted glances now, but you rushed on. “And I meant what I said, about how this isn’t like when my mom died. I always knew that any one of us could meet something we couldn’t come back from. I had a plan then. I saved and I learned how to do taxes and I made sure Dawn got to school. But now when the money’s almost run out and we’ve been through two funerals, I can’t—I can’t do this. Any of it. And if you’re only in this for the chase and I give in, that means I have one less person on my side, and I used to have friends, people I trusted, but then life started revolving around Buffy like she was the sun and now— Now she’s gone. And I don’t want anyone to love me ever again, I only want to know that I can take care of myself in the absence of love. I only want to know that I can take care of who’s left.”

He still wasn’t looking at you. And whose fault was that? You had burned your last bridge to the one person left in your life who had known you and cared about you more than Buffy. Who was more concerned with your life than her death. Wasn’t that awful of you? To have ever wanted that?

“I’m sorry,” you said again. You left the money for your drink and stood up. “I thought you should know.”

God, your ribs fucking hurt. You applied pressure to the swelling like you were holding in your internal organs as you dragged your feet to the front door. Then you heard one of the barstools squeal as Spike spun in a full rotation, casual as the devil.

He finished his drink and stood, meeting your eyes for the first time and prying the keys from your hand.

“Come on then. I’ll drive you home.”

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swipestream · 5 years

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Sensor Sweep: John Carter Miniatures, The Metal Monster, Carcosacon, Call of the Wild Art, Robot Man

RPG (Modiphius): The John Carter Swords of Mars miniatures line is made up of 32mm scale high quality multi-part resin miniatures which come complete with resin scenic bases. The Swords of Mars campaign book includes a set of rules to play out battles involving squads and heroes, fighting across moving airships, desolate ruins or the beautiful palaces of Barsoom.

Writing (One Last Sketch): A long while back, I wrote a short essay called “Writing the city” that I never published, yet the misgivings that went into that essay keep stirring my brain. The main question is this:

In literary criticism of fantasy, why are long descriptions of the natural world and farmland or villages often labeled as boring, but when China Miéville fills page upon page with adjective-laden descriptions of architecture, this passes without comment, or even gets praise?

Art (DMR Books): Fifty-five years ago today, Wayne Francis Woodard, better known as “Hannes Bok,” died in poverty. He was friends with, and had his work admired by, the likes of Ray Bradbury, A. Merritt, August Derleth, Farnsworth Wright and others.

I must confess that I’ve always been ambivalent about Bok’s art. While I find some of his work truly excellent, I consider much of it average or even poor.

Fiction (DMR Books): It’s fascinating how the paths we take in life shape who we’ll become and what we’ll leave behind, when–on that fateful day–we’re blasted by the emerald lightnings of The Emperor’s Guard at the Pit of the Metal Monster.

For me, the dregs of life will be a room full of books. For A. Merritt, luckily for us, it was his wonderful novels, few tho’ they may be, and the short stories and poetry he crafted during a relatively short lifetime.

But, whereas the ashes of our mortal clay will be scattered before the feet of the Metal Things

Fiction (Gardner F. Fox): This is book #011 on the list of 160 books that Gardner Francis Fox wrote from 1953 to 1986. I will not be working on

Blank bookcover with clipping path

books in the order as Mr. Fox wrote them. I am doing the book cover designs based on when the transcribers who are assisting me, finish one. As they complete a book, it will be the newest release, so it will get a new book cover design. I also have to go back and replace the photo-bashed covers I made when I first started The Gardner Francis Fox Libraryin 2017.

Conventions (William King): So that was Carcosacon and it was a lot of fun. A bunch of us drove up from Prague to Czocha Castle for a weekend of games, panels and live action roleplaying all dedicated to the Cthulhu mythos. We got there on Friday morning, checked in and were gaming by one o’ clock that afternoon in a library that looked like something from Dennis Wheatley complete with a secret doorway hidden in a bookcase that swung out to reveal a spiral staircase up to yet another gaming room. I thought there never was a better setting for a Call of Cthulhu session but I was wrong, and I’ll get to that later.

RPG (Sorcerers Skull): Gygaxian Esoteric Planes: Places that often bear the names and some of the characteristics of various historical conceptual realms but are more defined in their characteristics. They are inhabited by supernatural beings that tend to behave like mundane beings, the only difference being “power.” Geography tends to be more important than in conceptual realms; planes can be mapped to a degree, and travel along associated terrain may be necessary.

Reviews (Don Herron): Our resident expert in everything Arkham returns to review a new (if repurposed) book on the fabled press. John D. Haefele certainly burst fully-formed on the scene with his A Look Behind the Derleth Mythos, but he’s done a ton of stuff on the subject, most recently a run of articles appearing in Crypt of Cthulhu. See his Amazon page for a thorough list of books, chapbooks, monographs, web and print surveys. He knows the turf.

Cinema (Superversive SF): Can the story take a place on a bus rather than on a space ship without being fundamentally different?

Outland, an obscure movie starring Sean Connery at the low point of his career, cannot be set on a bus, but it most definitely did not need to be placed in space. It is, no pun intended, fully grounded in the traditional western genre in the theme, plot and pacing. There are even shotguns. Lots of shotguns. In a pressurized environment. All that’s missing is the tumbleweeds. We do get treated to the sight of some gyrating balls of… something, but the less said of those the better.

Gaming (Rampant Games): In case you haven’t figured it out, I am a Virtual Reality enthusiast. I’ve been looking forward to the coming of consumer-level Virtual Reality since the early 90s. I expected it a lot sooner than it got here, to be honest, but I’m glad it’s here now. I love that I get to work with it as part of my day job. Anyway, I have been willing to sink a bit of cash into it this hobby… to the extent that I pre-ordered a Pimax 5K+. Offering about the highest resolution out there and 170+ degrees of field-of-view, it seemed like a game-changer for PC-based VR.

Cinema (Men of the West): First, the good: As you would expect from any sort of Peter Jackson flick, it has gorgeous F/X. The visuals and modeling for the various vehicles and aircraft are marvelous. The colorizing to help set the tone, the costuming, etc., are all spot on. The acting was decent. The set design was pretty cool. The basic premise for the story was decent if absurd (mobile cities on treads?), with an interesting twist on the post-apocalypse genre. They had a fun dig at the near illiteracy of today’s people in the “screen age” (showing iPhones, etc), saying “they didn’t write much down.”

Author Interview (Superversive SF): What does superversive mean to you? Superversive is the building of things never seen before to heights unreached. It builds where others have torn down, and gathers together all good things to be made into something greater and more wonderful than they were before. Where before one might find a blasted heath, one finds a garden growing by the Grace of God.

Review (Fantasy Literature): As I mentioned in my review of Gray Lensman, Book 4 of E.E. “Doc” Smith’s famed six-part LENSMAN series, that installment, although it followed its predecessor, Galactic Patrol, by mere seconds storywise, was actually released over 1½ years later; 20 months later, to be exact. Book 5 of the series, Second Stage Lensman, would follow the same scheme. Although the events therein transpire just moments after the culmination of Book 4, readers would in actuality have to wait a solid 22 months to find out where author Smith would take them next.

Art (Northwest Adventures): Jack London’s The Call of the Wild was serialized in The Saturday Evening Post from June 20 to July 18, 1903, only five years after the Stampede of 1898. It was an instant classic and the quintessential novel of the Klondike. The five-parter was accompanied by illustration from two artists, Charles Livingston Bull (1874-1932) and Philip R. Goodwin (1881-1935). Bull was hitting his stride, illustrating books for Charles G. D. Roberts as well as magazine covers but Goodwin was only 22 and just starting out on his career that would include illustrating Teddy Roosevelt’s book on hunting. The two artists together is a nice blend of Bull’s stylized poster art (which remind of Kay Nielsen’s fairy tale art) and Goodwin’s realistic dog forms.

Art (One Last Sketch): No other imagined world has generated as much illustration as The Lord of the Rings. Considering the sheer amount of artistic material to draw from, however, even before the live action adaptations came out in 2001, we already had a consensus “look” for Middle Earth in John Howe and Alan Lee’s paintings. Why the collective consensus for what Middle Earth should look like coalesced around these two has a host of factors, one being how prolific they were, how often they appeared on book covers and ancillary material, and the last being their obvious skill.

Fiction (Pages Unbound): You may have some familiarity with The Silmarillion and seen these newer works being published that are part of it. But maybe you are not sure where they came from, or how they fit in to the larger work. Here is the scoop: you can pick up any one of the three separate works from The Silmarillion that have been released as standalone volumes and enjoy it on its own. They are The Children of Hurin, Beren and Luthien, and The Fall of Gondolin. Some say the reading order should be publication order, but you would not be wrong to read Beren and Luthien first.

Obituary (Washington Post): George Stade, a Columbia University literary scholar who became an early champion of “popular” fiction within the academy and worked as a critic, editor and novelist, most notably with the grisly satire “Confessions of a Lady-Killer,” died Feb. 26 at a hospital in Silver Spring, Md. He was 85.

Tolkien (Alas Not Me): The Mouth of Sauron’s encounter with the Captains of the West in The Lord of the Rings has been reminding me of the Green Knight’s visit to King Arthur’s court in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

The initial set-up is quite different, naturally. The Green Knight comes in uninvited without any introduction or explanation — the reader is thus in the same boat as members of Arthur’s court — whereas Tolkien gives us some backstory on the Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dûr when he comes out in response to the heralds’ challenge. The Green Knight arrives alone on a color-coordinated steed that seems an ordinary animal except for its hue, but the poet hints the knight himself might possibly be supernatural (“Half etayn in erde I hope þat he were”). Intriguingly, the similarly color-coordinated fellow who approaches Aragorn & Co. is almost exactly the inverse, i.e., a living man on a possibly supernatural mountm

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cryptmonsteruniverseimagines · 3 years

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(I dunno if you are still doing stuff sorry)

How about a mordeo who falls for someone but show their affection different than the mordeo queen since they are more feral?

Oooh, yes! I’d love to!

Just a friendly reminder tho, the inbox is closed while I try to catch up on requests.

(Romantic) The Mordeo/reader headcanons

It’s one thing for The Queen to become attached to a human. She’s not entirely driven by hunger, so she can distinguish between different emotions. It’s another thing entirely when a drone Mordeo finds a human they think is worth keeping alive.

The other Mordeo will not be as easy to keep away from you as they are with The Queen’s human. They don’t see you as someone else’s mate — they see you as leftovers. You’ll have a hell of a time trying to avoid them, and if the Queen finds out about you and your partner, your partner may unfortunately be exiled. Because of this, I would not recommend a cabin in the woods to stay close to your partner — maybe have a few neighbors within a short running distance and have your backyard facing the woods.

It’s very odd, but you’ve somehow been able to distinguish which howl is your partner’s. Maybe it’s because they do a more subdued version of it around you when they’re happy — it’s like a small bellow when you two snuggle or go on runs. I also imagine that Mordeos purr, because purring monsters make my brain happy and just…come on, who wouldn’t like a Mordeo laying in their lap and purring away?

As happy and carefree as your Mordeo might be when you’re together, that all goes out the window when you both are in the woods. Every twig snapping is another Mordeo stalking you, and they will not lower their haunches until you’re back safe in your house. Your neighbors will occasionally mention seeing a weird deer thing prowling near the houses, but you just smile and nod along and pretend you know nothing. Can’t have the government coming after the bae. No-no. That’s not happening.

I imagine that your Mordeo would like to bring you spoils of their latest hunts, so you might be given a severed body part or a dead animal when they come to see you. They don’t understand you can’t eat them at first, but even after you’ve gotten the message across they continue to bring things. But now the kinds of gifts have changed — now you get cool-looking rocks, pointy sticks, clothes people have left behind… and an occasional body part. They know you don’t eat what they eat, but it’s their way of showing they care.

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cryptmonsteruniverseimagines · 3 years

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Hello! Hc Look-see & Shelly w s/o who have the ability to communicate with supernatural things from the underworld like ghosts, etc... pls 🥺

I have so many drafts and so many asks — and have been cursed with ADD. 😔 I’m so sorry for everyone who requested stuff, I’m trying to give this blog attention that it deserves.

(Romantic) Look-See and Shelley with a medium s/o

Look-See

Ooh, what an interesting lil’ thing he’s stumbled upon.

There’s a good chance Look-See may have been drawn to you because of this power. After a recent tragedy, you’ve noticed a lot more terrified souls floating around, and they’re fairly recent, too. One day, as you’re trying to talk to one about how they died, you feel an unsettling presence behind you. You turn around, and there he is, watching you while perched in a tree like some fucking cat.

He wonders if you’re bullshitting at first, but he soon realizes that you’re legit when you tell him exactly how many souls have started flocking around him looking for vengeance. Assuming you can channel these spirits, Look-See will have a terrifying time trying to evade you while he waits for the spirit to leave your body.

If you’re a more empathic soul to the monster’s victims, perhaps you’ll find yourself using your skills to help people reconnect with their deceased loved ones so they can find closure and move on. Then Look-See won’t have to kill them, and lives won’t be lost.

He tries to be really considerate of any spirits that might be wandering the house. Before he sits down somewhere he’ll sign “is someone here?” just to make sure he doesn’t accidentally sit on a spirit. Surprisingly considerate for a demon that kills people for being petty.

Shelley

She probably met you while she was being a passive ghost and wandering around the halls of Avon Manor. You’re a new faculty member at the school when your spirit senses start going off. You had expected this, as you’ve heard the rumors that a poor student died here in 1989, but you had hoped the poor thing would’ve been able to move on.

She really likes talking to you! It’s so nice to have someone acknowledge her existence after all these decades by herself. She’ll tell you stories of the field hockey matches she won and tel you about all the crap she’s seen here over the years. Bad teachers, bad kids, education scandals, the works. Shelley’s been here for a while and she has all kinds of tea.

Just because Shelley’s a typically passive spirit doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a poltergeist streak. She’ll defend those who are being picked on, teachers and faculty alike, as some kind of avenging angel. But since she has a tendency to turn murderous, you’ll have to coax her into being more PG with her revenge.

Students picking on a teacher during class? They get smacked upside the head. Teachers being lazy with their students? They come back from lunch to see “do your goddamn job” scratched into the blackboard. Don’t even get her started on what she does to the teachers who try to groom students. You’re the only one that knows who strung up Mr. Noah on the basketball hoops.

Shelley is somewhat technologically challenged, so it’s utterly amazing when you hear that she somehow managed to disable school security system so you guys can hang out after-hours. She may be stuck in ‘89, but she’s a resourceful young lady. You guys hang out in the library, you have races down the halls, and sometimes you play field hockey. And sometimes, there may be a few less brownies for the school lunch tomorrow.

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(Romantic) Yandere!Brute x Reader headcanons

Trigger warnings: gore and blood mention

You don’t know why you were picked. They needed a sacrifice, but you don’t know why it had to be you. Was it rigged? Was it chance? Who the hell knows? All you knew was that you were supposed to be getting eaten by this monster, this brute from behind the door. But when it came out, it did not lunge like you believed it would. Instead, when it smelled you, it came slowly, creeping across the forest floor, its head tilting periodically as it tried to find the source of the new smell.

When it finally approached you, it was practically straddling you. It “stared” at you, its nostrils moving with its low, deep sniffs. Then it lay its head in the crook of your neck, and almost relaxed. That is, until one of your captors began to move. Immediately The Brute lunged for them, tearing their chest open like a bag of chips and feasting on the gooey insides. It was sickening. Disgusting. And when it was done it went back over to you, carrying some of their entrails and dropping them on your lap. Its bloodied face nuzzled your neck once more, a low rumble coming from its chest. Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Oh, no.

I don’t know what you did to get this thing interested in you, but whatever you do, do not run. Do not try to escape. Because there’s no telling if The Brute will be able to distinguish you from its prey. When -- not if -- it catches you, there’s a 50% chance that it will try to eat you.

The Brute is much more beast-like than the other Crypt Monsters. It doesn’t obey a master. It kills to eat, like the Mordeo. Ordinarily, every human in its path would be decimated without a second thought. But it doesn’t know why it wants you. All it knows is that it wants. My guess is that it would find you and think “human smell good. do not kill. must protect.”

The Brute is bitey. And scratchy. And snuggly. On some days it’s like it lives to mark you and make it known to the world that you belong to it. Be warned, it will bite and scratch you hard, and sometimes without warning. But it’a also...strangely affectionate. It seems to sense whenever you’re afraid, and it feels...bad? Its mate is in distress, and it wants to soothe it. It’s amazing how dense it is, for real, because it doesn’t know that it’s the one you’re afraid of.

You will have to learn to eat what it eats, because it will not let you go back to The Colony, even if you need food, because it just knows that you won’t come back. Don’t ask it why -- it can’t tell you. It just knows. If you somehow manage to get back, you won’t have long before the monster has followed you, and is drawn to the scent of fresh meat. If someone tries to bring you food, it will attack and kill them in a rage.

No matter who you used to be in The Colony, everyone there learns to fear you. You’re the one human that The Brute refuses to kill, and that makes you dangerous. If you wanted to, you could sic the monster on their village -- or anything else that made you angry. But they don’t know that you fear The Brute as much as they do. You don’t know why it chose you. You don’t know why it doesn’t want you to leave.

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cryptmonsteruniverseimagines · 3 years

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(Romantic) Kinderfänger relationship headcanons

With the Kinderfänger series dropping today, I thought I’d post some headcanons!

Given the Kinderfänger’s deal with children, I feel like he’d go for a partner with a very parental-oriented personality. Someone genuinely warm, kind and concerned for the welfare of others.

He would observe for a while, watching silently from the shadows. If he can’t get to you, he’ll send one of his thralls to watch you for him. Then, one night, you go to sleep — and you wake up in a dank, dimly-lit sewer with a cloaked figure hovering over you.

You are the only adult that The Kinderfänger even remotely respects. For this reason, he will keep the utmost tabs on you. He will be very reluctant to let you leave his lair, because he worries you won’t return. Not even his music could describe the elation he feels when you return like you said you would.

Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, just seeing you in a good mood makes his cold, dead heart feel as if he weren’t an undead creature of pain and despair. Especially if he is the reason for your good mood — knowing that he’s capable of bringing you happiness soothes his tortured soul.

His child thralls are deathly protective of you. You are the only one they answer to besides their master. If someone won’t stop causing you trouble, they will take care of it without hesitation.

He loves to play his flute for you. If you’re feeling down, he’ll play a song to lift your spirits. If you’re angry or upset, he’ll play a song to calm you down. If you’re tired, he’ll lull you and the children to sleep with a soft lullaby.

He’s not much of a cuddler, but he loves to hold your hand. The children will hug you for him as you leave the lair. But if you really need it, he’ll give you a hug before you drift off to sleep.

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(Romantic) Soot dating headcanons

Come on Crypt TV where’s my Soot content

As stated previously, Soot is really big on board games for whatever reason. He also likes card games. He has no tells, so it’s really hard to figure out if he’s bluffing. It’s no surprise that he wins, a lot.

He’s not big on physical affection. Most of these anxieties come from his skeletal appearance and the huge-ass hole where all of his internal organs should be. Regardless, hug him anyway. He secretly loves the affection you give him, and after he starts to warm up to it, he’ll wonder how he ever managed to do without it.

All in all, the least likely of the Divine Creatures to bounce on you because he has to kill someone. He has a lot of victims to get to, and while they say that death waits for no one, Soot would say otherwise (well, if he could talk, at least). He’s very patient, and if you need him to stay for a little while longer, he’d do it without a second thought.

He’s also very sad that he can’t take you on a “real date”, what with his ghastly appearance. So he’ll try to make up for it by giving you a nice date night at your home. Mind you, he hasn’t been doing this very long and he’s not very good at it, but if you’re patient and help to ease him into these things, he’ll get better.

I feel like he would be pretty protective to begin with, because while the other monsters seem to have some set criteria for their kills, Soot is a monster you truly can’t escape from. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you did in your life. He’s literally called the Angel of Death. If you survived a near-death experience, you’re on his list no questions asked. If you were to get in a situation like that, he would have to kill you no matter how he felt about you. At least you can escape The Look-See, right?

That being said he has an irrational fear that something bad will happen if he leaves you alone. The whole time he’s out killing, he’s thinking about you, and praying to himself that you’ll still be okay when he gets back. Whenever he sees you, a weight is lifted off his shoulders when he realizes that everything’s okay, and you’re not going to leave him anytime soon.

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(Romantic) Mira relationship headcanons

In honor of the new Mira Mira series, I hereby declare requests open! Hit that ask box, friends!

When looking for a partner, I believe that Mira would want someone modest. As a mirror demon, she targets those who are vain. She doesn’t want someone who’s always down on themselves, but someone who isn’t always on such a high horse.

When you went into the bathroom one day, you felt something was off. Like you were being watched. But no matter how hard you turned your home upside-down, you couldn’t find any signs of an intruder. Then, while you’re fixing yourself up to get ready for bed, your reflection starts to twist and crack. Then, in the corner of the mirror, you see her. A young woman with dead eyes and cracks along her face.

Other than scare you out of you skin, she doesn’t... do anything. Just sits there and watches you. It’s like this for a few days — you going about your business, then coming across a reflective surface and seeing the woman there, watching you. One day, you finally get the courage to try and talk to her. You ask for her name, and without even moving her lips she whispers “Mira...”

One of the best parts (or worst parts, depending on your perspective) about being her partner is that Mira is... always there. She can appear on most any reflective surface — mirrors, windows, etc — so even if she can’t leave the mirror, she’ll always have a way to be around you if you need her.

Dates aren’t... well, they’re definitely different from what one would believe a typical date to be. Going on dates with Mira is like having a date over Zoom: you on one side of the mirror, Mira on the other. Sometimes holding conversations with one another, sometimes watching a movie, sometimes trying to play cards.

Mira’s powers are still relatively unexplored, but I like to think that she can interact with people through their reflections. You’ll be standing near a mirror and you’ll feel someone hugging you, only to look over and see Mira hugging you in your reflection.

She’s not at all hesitant to reveal her feeding face to you, but also she doesn’t want you to be around when she needs to eat. Things get gruesome, and she’s not about to make you sick to your stomach.

Something she dreads, however, is you finding someone prettier than her and leaving her for them. Being a mirror monster for so long has left her somewhat self-conscious of herself, and she knows that some people only care about the surface value of things. Thankfully, if she hasn’t killed you yet, you may not be one of these people, but on her darkest days, the thought isn’t far from her mind.

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(Romantic) Miss Annity general dating headcanons

My exams are finally over, so we can make that good content! Happy early Christmas, and happy belated Yule and Haunnukah!

You two met when you first moved into the Bridgeport Apartments. She saw you and was stunned. You seemed like such a lovely person, she had to get to know you. Imagine your surprise when a lady with a spider face climbs in through your air vents.

Once she got you to stop screaming and throwing things at her, she was able to talk to you. Your surprise grew when this monster lady very respectfully requested that the two of you spend more time together. It did take a bit to get used to, but you came around.

Miss Annity is absolutely phenomenal great at sewing and knitting and the like, so she’d probably give you little hats and scarves and sweaters she makes you. You may have to procure her some supplies, though — spider silk isn’t the most wearable material.

So many kisses! Mouth-to-mouth is a little hard with her mandibles and all, but does she let that stop her? Hell no! If you don’t feel like being poked by her giant teeth, she’ll give you all the nuzzles and bunny kisses you can muster.

If she’s feeling petty enough, she’ll stealthily sneak things from other peoples’ apartments and give them to you. If you’re running low on food, boom — mac and cheese from the neighbors upstairs. She must make sure her beloved is tended to!

She’s like one of those infamous helicopter parents, but with instead of “my precious angel baby child” she’ll say “my precious angel baby wife/husband/partner”. You are the epitome of perfection to her. It doesn’t matter what you did, you will never be able to do anything wrong in her eyes.

She absolutely dotes on you. She’ll cook you meals in the morning and evening (shaves so much time off your work routines), helps you out with cleaning the house (if you can beat her to start cleaning), makes sure you have clean laundry and are getting your at-home deadlines done, the works! If you’re not feeling well, she’ll up that to 11 — she makes absolutely certain you don’t need to get out of bed unless you need to.

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(Romantic) The Divine Creatures of Darkness: General relationship headcanons

Aponi

The most protective of the Big Five. She’ll have her host check up on you daily, at the risk of losing their power.

Some guy bothering you? No problem, she’ll pay them a little visit. She’s very... persuasive, as it were.

As a witch from the late 1600’s, she doesn’t entirely understand the concept of dating at first. She’s more on the “this person and I are interested romantically and that’s all that matters”. When she figures it out, she goes all. Out. Moonlit picnics in the woods, cozy nights in at a cabin, you name it. And she always puts a personal twist on them to keep things exciting.

She’ll fashion you small charms to ward off evil spirits and brings good luck. It’s no gold chain necklace, but she puts a lot of care into making them and that definitely counts for something.

Over time, she may start trying to convince you to take on her power so she’ll be with you all the time.

Lanie Bouchard | The Birch

A sweet, albeit protective partner.

She’s been hurt one too many times in her life as a human, and what she really needs is someone to stand by her and give her the love and validation she craves.

Again, very protective. If you’re upset, she’ll flip between soothing you and plotting revenge on those who wronged you.

She like to wrap her branches around you when you two cuddle. She doesn’t understand human limits anymore, so you need to tell her yourself if they’re getting too tight. She doesn’t want to crush you.

Likes to grow flowers for the sole purpose of putting them in your hair. Seeing you with them, human and nature blended into one beautiful being, makes the hole in her aching heart start to close up.

The Look-See

Canonically has a lot of himbo energy outside of being a murderer (don’t believe me, check out Crypt TV’s Instagram), so I imagine he’d be pretty fun to be around.

He’ll probably bring you back pieces of his victims as little gifts. You know, like how cats bring back dead animals to their owners as a sign of love.

Relationships for him are a contact sport. He’s very touch-oriented, so cuddles and hugs are his favorite thing. He can’t kiss, so he’ll try to compensate by face nuzzles or licks.

He’s probably the easiest monster to go out of the house with. Just tape some Groucho glasses to his face and maybe give him a wig to cover up those nasty scars, he can be somewhat plausible for a human being.

His perfect night, however, is snuggling up with you on the couch and getting to hold you for hours on end. If he had his way, he’d never have to let go.

If he can’t check up on you, he’ll have his proxy check on you for him. Expect to see more of Jenni when you two start dating.

The Mordeo Queen

Shit, dude, how’d you get this cannibal queen on your side? It really is a wonder that you haven’t gotten eaten yet, but you’re not really complaining at this point.

Like The Look-See, The Queen is very touch-oriented and likes to rub. She’s either super soft or super rough. There is no in-between.

If you bring her meats when you visit, be it human or animal, she’ll love you forever. She’ll also respond by bringing you some of her own favorite meats. Just be careful to not get caught with it when you get back to civilization.

Dates with her include snuggling by a soft brook in the woods or racing each other through the trees. You’ll have to have a lot of stamina to keep up with her in a race, because she’s fast as fuck.

When she feels like you two are equals in the relationship, she’ll invite you to join the blood hunt. You’ll have to lose some of your conscience if you go, because all Mordeo are expected to contribute.

Once the other Mordeo have gotten the point that no, you are not a sacrifice, they’ll become deathly protective of you. People giving you shit better watch out, because you have a whole-ass army of cannibal deer people at your disposal. Granted, you’ll have to lure them into the woods, first...

Soot

Probably the most high-strung out of everyone on here. His job is literally to track down and kill people who don’t deserve a second chance.

He’s not as emotive as the other four. Hell, even the Mordeo Queen shows positive body language. As a grim reaper, being emotional just... ain’t in his nature.

It’s harder for him to take you out, because people have one of two reactions when they see him — scream and call the national guard, or sneer at him for “cosplaying” in public.

Soot isn’t too big on touching, but he does like holding your hands. They’re so soft and warm compared to his ugly, rotted and chapped ones.

He likes games, oddly enough, but he’s absolutely ruthless when he plays. Thankfully, he takes his losses in good faith, because the last thing anyone wants to be is on the wrong end of an angry grim reaper.

He does feel bad that you can’t have a real date what with his ghastly appearance, so he tries to make up for it by having a fun time indoors. Mind you, he hasn’t been dating for very long, so he’s not going to be good at it.

But he tries, and he learns from his mistakes. And he does his best to make the next one even better.

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