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terato-is-life · 1 year
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Monster family prompt
You used to live alone, but always starved for some company.
Little did you know that the cute baby you found left to die in the street you lived was nothing less than a shapeshifter (they would use it while playing hide and seek with you) and also a telepath (which proved to be useful in dangerous situations)
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Danny is not okay.
He had just gotten back from shoving a very offended Spoiler out of the second story window with a broom when he discovered Red Robin hacking into one of the family computers and had to whack him too.
The broom was getting used a lot today, huh?
In Danny's defense, he had locked up the portals and lab tight before activating the houses security system. Unfortunately, Vlads murderer - some guy named Deathstroke- had used a Fenton product to do the crime, and now his parents (as oblivious as ever) are out hunting the hit man for revenge. Jazz was in on a girl's trip with her friends for a week, and his friends are both out of town with their respective families so the three of them had no idea any of this was going on.
Now here he is dealing with a bat infestation. He hopes his parents will forgive him for blowing up the computer, but he really doesn't want his parents going to jail. And with half the stuff on the computer being destructive mad scientist inventions and the other half being plans/tools to commit horrific atrocities and genocide of an entire dimensions worth of sentient beings?
Jail. Jail for a thousand years. Can't let that happen. So Danny is on his one man mission of throwing ninjas with daddy issues out various windows over and over again. This can't last forever! They have a city to return to, right?!
Well, turns out he was right! Too bad they were all now in what Danny could only guess was a new world full of talking monsters that kept trying to eat them!
At least the house came with them so they had shelter. Why did mom program the teleporter to activate without coordinates put in anyway. What where these monsters? Where is Nadiria supposed to be in the galaxy? Where they still in the milky way? Was it safe to fanboy about being on another planet? Can Danny become a "monster wrangler" alongside the bats so they don't get eaten?
Can danny manage to hide his identity as a ghost/ "monster" from the bats while they're trapped in this freaky place?
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puppetmaster13u · 22 days
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The Family!
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All on a 3am snack run, about to terrorize some idiots. Or the local vigilantes if its a crossover. Could they hypothetically go shopping at any time in any dimension? Yes. Do they accidentally became 3am cryptids? .... Perhaps...
From left to right: Ellie (16, Moon Core) Algor/Tiny Ghost (4, Light Core) Draco/Perfect Clone (1, Ice Core) Jordan (13, Sun Core) Rigel/Monster Ghost (6, Earth Core) Orion/Bedsheet Ghost (9, Shadow Core)
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pluralprompts · 3 months
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Prompt #1,232
Person A's family line is a large collection of a wide variety of monsters, from wyverns and were-folk to driders and dwarves. When they were born, their parents expected some sort of combination of traits to show up, but what they got instead was a child able to shapeshift between different monster species – and it wasn't always on purpose. "Probably got it from all the were-folk on their maternal side," was the general consensus, even if not always in exactly those words.
Something that took longer to notice is that Person A tended to have different... personalities as different species, and didn't like being a species that didn't "match" what they felt they should be with each personality. Sure, they could take on other forms, but it seemed they'd reached their own consensus, that each species they could take had their own assigned personality. Another confusing thing about it was that instead of them taking on a personality after shapeshifting into a specific species, as would be expected, the personality change would come first, and as soon as they noticed it, they would shapeshift into the species they'd apparently matched it with.
All in all, the family isn't sure what's up with their youngest shapeshifter, but is definitely interested in getting to the bottom of it.
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cptbtptp00 · 11 months
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Beauty and the Beast AU where the Beauty is More Fucked Up
The Beast: Literally devouring people
The Beauty: awww babygirl
The Beast: ?
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Writing Prompt: Dialogue
“Oh—Holy shit… [——], do not turn around.”
“Why—What are you—“
“No! Don’t do that!”
“Why the fuck not?!”
“Because… I’m pretty sure that your son, well he’s an adult now, is headed in our direction. And I don’t think you want to explain to him why you still look like you’re in your late twenties and not an old man!”
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Short Prompt #956
CW: discrimination, arguing, bad parent/child relationship.
"YOU CAN'T JUST DATE A ROBOT!" Parent screeched, throwing their arms out angrily.
"AND WHY NOT?!" Human yelled back, too frustrated to be terrified of the consequences anymore. "WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU? I'M AN ADULT! I CAN DATE WHOEVER I WANT!"
"HOW ARE YOU GOING TO START A FAMILY?! AND HOW-"
Human didn't bother listening as their parent went on another insensitive rant and instead moved to the doorway. Parent followed after them, shouting all the while.
The human ignored them, grabbed their shoes and jacket, and left the house in tears. They ran away to the nearby park and sat down on an empty bench. After a minute or two of just sitting there and contemplating what to do, they fished their phone out of their pocket and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello~. How are-" Robot paused on the other end, concerned by the sniffles and shaky breathing. "Human? Are you okay?"
"…H-Hey, Robot… Can I stay at your place for a while?" Human muttered, hugging themself with their free arm. "I'm at the park right now…"
"Of course, of course! I'll be there in twenty!" The robot assured, already on the move and grabbing their car keys. Their voice softened as they locked their house and ran over to their car. "Hey, don't hang up, yeah? Tell me what happened."
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monologue-kraken · 8 months
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I just had an idea for a "I killed this monster that tried to attack us, but my child turned out to be a necromancer and now it's our pet and would only listen to my child. This thing still hates me" trope
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ehlnofay · 10 months
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19 for the worldbuilding prompts + Torr?
the profound quiet of a small settlement at night
North Eastmarch is freezing cold all over, but it wears different outside the city than within.
Torr would never call Windhelm warm – not even in summer months, no matter how used to it they are – but what little heat it has it clings to with great determination. The walls huddle together, trapping the air so that it’s either still and muggy or a howling wind, like each close-knit house is breathing in tandem. The heat of the people run up and down its streets, blood through its knotted stone veins. The city is alive, an ecosystem unto itself; its snow, dark with footprints, runs sludgy down the roads; a fireplace is always burning somewhere.
Outside of the walls, surrounded by nothing but empty air and snow-laden trees, a slow-moving stream running with barely a burble – it feels dead, in contrast. Silent. Branches reach needle-sharp across the blue-black sky, the ground is gleaming white and undisturbed by anyone else’s footprints, and the nearest fire is the barely visible gleam of the Kynesgrove mining camp, up the hill and through the sporadic spindles of the trees. The breeze ghosts past Torr’s neck and whips the mud-stained snow into a flurry.
In the city, Torr’s comfortable sleeping almost anywhere – as comfortable as they ever get, anyway. Some of the buildings have great gaps under the porch where the snow can’t reach and no-one ever finds them; there’s places in the nooks of the walls, and sheds built into the side of the house that people don’t lock, and Torr knows a few people besides who don’t mind him kipping on their floor every now and again, as long as he doesn’t ask too often. The outside isn’t like that. There’s not many places to go. He’s lurking around Kynesgrove tonight – on his way back from a quick venture out to get some things done that pay better than running errands around the markets – and there aren’t many options. The inn, which he can’t afford – the mine, which would be warm but is very guarded – the miner’s encampment or someone’s house, both of which would most likely result in being chased off. Besides, there’s a performative element to meeting people, especially adults, in strange places, and Torr’s not in the mood to play to strangers. So much of his being is caught up in Windhelm’s grimy alleys, tangled in the hair and fingers of its discarded children; he doesn’t know how to be himself away from it all.
But they don’t have to, seeing as there’s the rickety old sawmill on the edge of a stream feeding into the harbour. It’s not bad, as shelter goes; no walls, so the wind rubs its fingers wraithlike down Torr’s cheeks and tangles them in his hair, but at least there’s a roof. It looks newly thatched, too, the floorboards free of rot, the water-wheel still chugging creakily along. There’s no wood to cut here, all the nearby surrounding trees too scraggy to be worth the bother. The only big ones are part of the grove up on the hill. There’s no point in keeping the mill running, but Torr is glad it is; he watches the distant firelight flickering through the scrub, and listens to the splashing of the wheel. It’s proof that people and the things they make do still exist – if not necessarily here.
It really feels dead, out in the cold, with the leafless trees and the wind that doesn’t even whisper. It always does. It’s a bit discomfiting, which is maybe why Torr doesn’t go on out-of-city endeavours as often as perhaps he could; but really, there’s not work out here enough to make it worth it. There’s always problems with bandits on the road, but Torr’s not a good enough fighter for bounty work; there’s collecting plants and things to sell Nurelion, but that’s easy enough to do on a day trip. (And, really, it’s more for Torr’s own enjoyment, besides. They never even venture far south enough to get to the sulphur pools, which is where the more interesting things grow.)
This trip, though, is an outlier. Unusually efficient. Just a quick job for Niranye, scouting a merchant’s cart on the road – almost definitely for something shady, but that’s not Torr’s business, and it was too much money too easy to turn down. And then – just earlier today, foraging out in the wilderness as best as Torr (a distinctly urban animal) knows how – they’d come across a giant’s corpse, stiff and white as the snow it lay in. Torr’s no master alchemist but they know the value of a cadaver when it comes to brewing alloys and admixtures, so they set to with their blunt-edged dagger and now they’ve got a sack full of what may as well be gold. (Long as it doesn’t start to rot before they can get Nurelion to preserve it, anyway.)
Torr’s going to be rolling in it when they get back to Windhelm. They could use that money for nearly anything – pay off a few things they borrowed, new warm things now that winter’s coming back strong, bedrolls, waterskins. Endless options – which, strangely, is more exciting than it is burdensome.
It’s all the sort of decision that would ordinarily feel life-or-death urgent but right now feels – not small. Not insignificant, not at all, but distant. A choice to be made at another time, by another person.
(Torr’s whole being belongs to Windhelm’s back streets. They’re someone else, away from it all.)
That’s the other thing about leaving the city, spending time in the discomfiting slow-paced ghost-world outside. It’s quiet. Torr sits surrounded by the wind in the trees, the lazy murmur of the stream, the creak of the water-wheel, and nothing else.
He’s been called a worrywart (mostly by Griss in a strop) but to tell the truth he doesn’t think that’s true. Torr doesn’t fuss for the sake of fussing, he just doesn’t like to leave things undone; can’t stop until he finds a solution. Out here, alone, in the empty cold, there are no solutions to find – same old problems back home, he knows, but no steps he can take at this time to right them. That’s never true while he’s in the city, so he can never stop thinking about it, every choice and action accompanied by a buzzing background chorus of everything else he really should be doing – that really should have been done by now – that should never have been left undone this long, what was he thinking? Everything is urgent when it’s doable. But here and now, there’s nothing to do.
So Torr sits hunched on the board floor of the ramshackle watermill, huddled among their heaps of bags and blankets, and thinks of nothing at all.
Not strictly true. They think of supper – haven’t eaten since an apple this morning, except for some snowberries they found around noon, and it’s been a long day. They nabbed some turnips from the garden of the Kynesgrove inn on their way to the mill. They’re fresh, if nothing else – also covered in dirt, so Torr rises reluctantly from their pile of stuff to crouch on the banks of the stream and dip the vegetables in to clean them off. It aches like hell, the frozen water turning their joints to ice – they almost drop the turnip they’re washing, so they scrub it as best they can with the frigid pad of their thumb and whip their hands out of the water soon as they’re able. They stick their fingers in their mouth to warm them back up.
Even after all that time spent warming up their hands, arraying all their belongings back around themself to conserve body heat, the turnips are still cold enough to hurt Torr’s teeth when he bites in. He eats them anyway, relishing a little in the unearthly silence and the aching of his lips and palms. They taste delicious.
With nothing else to do after, the gnawing of his stomach sated, he wraps himself in his shawl and stares up the hill at the camp’s fire until it goes out. The stars wink into brighter being. The wind whistles through the whip-thin branches of the trees. The water-wheel creaks.
Torr sleeps, but he feels like he hears it all – a silent observer, an echo, a beginning – until morning.
#I considered doing something with post-questline torr for this#but it would have been so fucking sad#and I didn't want to write something that was so fucking sad!#I'll post about torr after the horrors eventually but Not Today.#this was also initially supposed to be an exercise in writing something short that focused more on a distinctive atmosphere#than a scene or character study as most of my pieces are.#oops.#snowballed into an absolute monster of a ramble.#maybe sometime I'll use these prompts to write Actually Short pieces with more of a focus on the worldbuilding aspect...#would be good practice. everything I've written lately has been a thousand words minimum.#I could write about my minor characters or npcs with it too... yeah I think I'll do that at some stage#but. anyway. I quite like this piece as a sort of study#I fucking love writing characters who are having a nice time. with just a hint. just a whisper. of the problems#I enjoyed putting in the reference to the alchemical giant's toes especially because that is an allusion no-one but me understands#to a line in one of my very bad very early pieces on torr#it's not well written but I loved that bit because it's such a wonderful microcosm of the way torr is even before the murder cult thing#Yes he's the busiest most hardworking caretaking boy in the world taking trips into the wilderness (comparatively) to feed his family#and Yes his first instinct on seeing a corpse is to cut it up and sell it for parts#(he's done this to human bodies too but only in extremely specific circumstances. the risk of legal repercussions is too great otherwise)#I'll make a post rambling sometime about torr's ethical system because I'm so obsessed with them and their unhinged point of view#Anyway#done rambling#my writing#fay writes#oc tag#torr#the elder srolls#tes#skyrim#tesblr
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dullahandyke · 7 months
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yet another story falls victim to the disease of 'i misread the summary and thought it was way cooler and more interesting than it actually was'
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Accursed Part #3
We’re back babyyyyy, Here is the third part to Accursed aka pure self indulgence. This part is a bit shorter than the Part 2, but thats ok cause because I’ve been sitting on this for a while and I just really want to get it out there after finally finishing it this morning. I hope ya’ll enjoy!
OH ALSO JUST TO NOTE, THE CHARCTERS HAVE NAMES NOW:
[Child] - Lucas
[Monster] -  Æthane
[Doctor] - Dr. Foster
Tags: @sunflower-searching-light
Content Warning: Disturbing imagery, slight endangerment of an infant (It’s a memory and the child isn’t actually harmed)
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Word Count: 2317
"So I heard you talked to Alex during dinner tonight," Dr. Foster smiled patiently at Lucas, who tried his best not to frown and sulk at the questioning. When dinner had ended, Lucas thought for sure he would just be able to slip into his room and start planning with Æthane how to deal with the possible vent-lurker. But mere minutes after he settled down, Dr. Foster came tiptoeing in with her patient smile and gentle demeanor for more questions.
"Yeah," Lucas replied, ignoring the snort from Æthane at the same one-word response he gave last time.
"Did you two get along, ok?" Dr. Foster pressed on.
"I guess."
"What did you talk about?"
Ah, here it is. She wants to talk to Lucas about the whole 'there's a monster in the vents' incident.
"They said I was adorable." Lucas dodged the subject.
Dr. Foster smiled warmly at Lucas, "They aren't wrong. You are a very cute kid."
Lucas ducked his head down as his face flushed, Dr. Foster laughing fondly.
"But, did you talk about anything else?"
Lucas looked back at Dr. Foster and frowned. He guessed there was no getting out of this, "They said there's a monster in the vents."
Dr. Foster hummed and nodded.
"Lucas, I know you've been through a lot," Dr. Foster began, "And that you might be very concerned with everything changing so fast around you. But I just want to know that you are safe here. No monsters or bad people are coming to hurt you. You don't have to be scared. Trust me, we've made extra sure this place is monster-proof." Dr. Foster ended with her same reassuring smile.
"I'm not scared," Lucas said, surprised to find they were only half lying. 
"That's very good, now..." Dr. Foster stood and slowly approached the bed Lucas, slinking backward as she delicately grabbed a small wire with a button attached to the headboard.
"This button is what we like to call the 'Help Button,'" she said as she showed it to Lucas. "When you press it, we'll be alerted that you need help for whatever reason, and a nurse will come to you right away. So use this button anytime and for any reason. We'd rather you call us for something small than not call us for something important. So whenever you need us for any reason, just press, and we'll come running."
"What if it's because there's a monster?" Lucas asked, side-eying the woman.
"Then we especially want you to press it so we can help you. But don't worry, there are no monsters here," she assured Lucas.
Lucas just nodded, and Dr. Foster smiled reassuringly at him.
"Your first session will be with me tomorrow, so for now, get some sleep, ok?"
"Ok," Lucas said as he flopped down under the covers and turned over, not even waiting for her to leave the room. He feels her hesitate for a moment, watching him, before quietly exiting the room, a soft click of the lock bouncing off the empty walls.
Lucas didn't move. He couldn't. The moonlight streaming in from the bared window cast harsh shadows where Lucas knew better than to assume nothing was lurking. He gripped his blanket tighter as he eyed the vent.
"What should we do?" Lucas finally whispered into the small gap between his face and the wall.
"You should get some sleep." Æthane's voice washed over his mind.
"But-"
"I have it covered. The thing in the vents is on the total other side of the complex and seems preoccupied. It's unlikely to come by here tonight, but I'm going to periodically check while you sleep."
"Can I really not do anything?" Lucas whispered as he curled in on himself.
"You're scared," Æthane stated. Lucas nodded.
"I understand. You've always been alone, no, worse than that, alone and powerless. But you aren't anymore. You have me with you, and I can protect us. But to do that, I need you at the top of your game. That means I need you to eat well and get a lot of sleep."
"Ok..." Lucas agreed, even as their reluctance to do so plainly colored their voice. Anxiety quietly tightened in his chest like a coil around his heart as he couldn't help but listen to every sound, still on alert despite themselves.
His grip on his blanket tightened even further as he curled into himself, desperately trying to calm the tides of fear and dread. But then it settled, all his worries swept away by a wall of fatigue crashing down upon him much heavier than the anxiety from before. So he allowed himself to be swept away in the gentle current as his awareness faded.
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Lucas woke up sobbing. Tears streamed down his chubby cheeks as he clumsily kicked off his blanket. The night outside of Lucas' room was ordinary, the city thrumming with life even long after the sun had set. The flickering lamp post tingeing the moonlight yellow as it streamed through Lucas' cracked window.
Lucas continued to cry, unbothered by the humming of cars, as his light green eyes stared fearfully up at the creature perched on his crib. The pale creature smiled down at him, its grin wide and toothless, nearly splitting its elongated head in half. Its eyes were like pitch-black wells, sunken and lifeless, only a pinprick of light shining from their unknowable depths.
It cooed down at Lucas with a haunting voice. Lucas continued to thrash his stubby limbs as he reached for the bars of his cradle, desperate to escape.
"Hush baby," it soothed, its thin lips cracking as it spoke. "Come here."
Slowly and carefully, the creature lowered its pitch-black tendrils down into the cradle. Lucas screamed in terror as the only appendages brushed against his skin, slowly beginning to wrap around him.
The door burst open, blinding Lucas for a few moments as he brought his tiny hands up to shield his eyes from the bright yellow hall light.
"Get the fuck away from my baby, you freak!" his mother roared, brandishing a baseball bat.
The creature above him hissed with rage, countless rows of sharp teeth appearing as its mouth ripped its head apart. Tendrils pierced the bedding and shattered the wood around him as the creature launched itself at his mother. Cold terror flooded Lucas' body as his world devolved into rage and destruction. He screwed his eyes shut and continued to scream for his mother.
Suddenly, appendages wrapped around him, dragging him forward as he continued to scream. He brought his arms in front of him and desperately shoved at the unknowable wall in front of him.
His breathing grew hysterical as he beat his fists against the thing, and his tears streamed down his face as it refused to budge. It dragged Lucas even closer, pressing him against whatever was in front of him as he trembled.
Lucas wasn't sure how long it took for him to realize his cries were no longer that of a baby's. That his body was larger, his arms longer, and his fingers thinner.
That he was himself again.
His panicked screams transitioned into hiccuping sobs as he stopped struggling against what he now realized weren't oily tentacles, but strong arms. The arms embraced him, tight enough to stop his struggling but gentle enough not to harm him. They held him tenderly to their chest as their owner continued to soothe him.
Lucas bit back his tears as he looked up with watery eyes at the person embracing him, his weary green eyes meeting a pair of equally weary crimson ones.
"Relax, kid," Æthane spoke softly, "it's just a memory. It can't hurt you anymore."
Lucas' lip wobbled as he wormed himself impossibly closer into Æthane's embrace, desperate for comfort that had been unknown to him for such an impossibly long time. Tears leaked down his face and absorbed into the Æthane's shirt as the monster stroked his back and cooed at him.
Lucas wasn't sure how he would ever get back to sleep. Every nerve in his body electrified as he shook, and yet, exhaustion hit him like a wave, dragging him under the surface of the water and laying him flat against the seabed. His eyes slid shut as he felt himself go limp, unable to manage the strength to move or support himself any longer.
"Just sleep, kid," Æthane nuzzled the top of his head, his voice so soft and comforting that Lucas felt himself getting lost in it as everything began to fade around him, sinking deeper and deeper beneath the waves until there was nothing left.
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Lucas felt the warmth of the sun on his face as everything faded back into his awareness, his eyelids a warm red as he brought his hands up to rub them. He slowly cracked them open to find himself back in his plain white room in the mental hospital, the only thing out of place being Æthane sitting on the end of his bed.
"How're you feeling?" he asked, looking down at Lucas in the way adults did when they were trying to seem casual but were actually testing Lucas, trying to see if he would say the right thing.
"I'm ok," Lucas mumbled as he looked away. Æthane hummed, letting Lucas know he didn't believe him. Lucas flinched.
"It's ok if you're not ok. You know that, right?" Æthane asked before laughing at himself. "Of course, you don't know that, considering what your mom was like before she died."
Lucas didn't hear the creak of the bed, but he did hear the sound of Æthane's feet hitting the ground. It was strange, he knew logically Æthane wasn't really there, so his feet shouldn't make any noise, and he heard it as Æthane projected his image into Lucas' consciousness.
Æthane's face came into view as he knelt down in front of Lucas as he lay on his side. Lucas buried his face more into his pillow in an attempt to avoid the monster's gaze.
"Lucas, could you look at me, please?" Æthane asked, and Lucas buried his face into the pillow more. "I'm not upset or anything. Well, I am a bit upset in general, but not at you. I just want you to see me so you can believe me when I tell you that."
Lucas kept his head buried for a moment more before peeking with his eye, most of his face still buried in the pillow.
"Lucas," Æthane started, "It's ok if you aren't ok. Honestly, if you were ok after everything that's been going on, I'd be more than a little surprised. I just need you to know you can talk to me about anything, alright? I promise I'll never hurt you. I just need you to talk to me about stuff. We're in this together, remember?" Æthane gave him a small yet earnest smile as he tentatively began to stroke Lucas' hair.
Lucas hummed as he kept looking at Æthane. He seemed genuine, and Lucas felt himself melt into the affection Æthane was providing.
"Ok," Lucas mumbled.
Æthane smiled, "Good. Now, how are you feeling?"
"Bad."
"That's understandable considering the dream you had last night," Æthane reassured him.
Lucas curled in on himself slightly at the memory, "Was that real?"
"No, it was just a memory from when you were a baby," Æthane replied.
"No," Lucas shook his head as he unburied his face in order to properly look at Æthane, "the other part. When I was with you."
"Ah," Æthane slightly nodded, "that was a bit real but also wasn't. Remember the first time we met? When we went into that weird gray place that I told you was your own mind?"
"Yeah."
"I dragged you out of your dream and back into there."
"Oh…" Lucas averted his gaze, "thanks."
"It's no problem," Æthane replied, "you looked like you needed the help."
Lucas nodded as he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Æthane stroking his hair. It wasn't real. He knew that. But it felt real, and that was all that mattered.
He wasn't alone anymore, and that was all that mattered.
"Breakfast is in ten minutes," Æthane hummed, "So it's time to get out of bed and change from your pure white pajamas into your pure white kinda pajamas."
Lucas scowled with his eyes closed, and Æthane laughed.
"God, even when you're mad, you're adorable, kid. I mean, seriously, it should be illegal for any creature to be as cute as human children."
Lucas grumbled as he sat up, Æthane's hand leaving his head, "Do monsters not have kids?"
"Oh, we do. They're just ugly as sin. Makes me glad I can't have any." Æthane chuckled.
"Well, we're stuck together now, so I guess you're kinda my parent now anyway." Lucas huffed as his feet hit the ground, waddling over to the closet as Æthane watched him go by.
"Does that mean you're going to start calling me your dad now?" Æthane piped up, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Lucas was really glad nobody else could hear Æthane as the monster roared with laughter at the dirty look Lucas sent him over his shoulder. It took by the time Lucas got done getting changed into his near-identical day clothes for the monster to wipe the last tears from his eyes.
"You're not my dad," Lucas pouted as he straightened out his white shirt.
"Awwww, why's that, sonny?" Æthane smirked as he squatted down to Lucas' level, the child ignoring him as he headed for the door. "Don't like the idea of having a big ol' monster daddy?"
"You aren't my dad because you're actually trying to help me," Lucas spat as he grabbed the doorknob. "Dads, don't do that."
Lucas left the room to head for the cafeteria, leaving Æthane in stunned silence as he left.
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terato-is-life · 2 years
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Which monsters would have the cutest interaction with kids? I love the thought of a grumpy orc, dragon or naga that gets all soft with kids around them
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rackartyg · 1 year
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it continues to astound me how people my age … just kinda don’t know how to use computers. like, i was born in 2001, right? i’m an “older gen z”. what is it they say, “digital natives”? there is a significant portion of my age cohort that is proficient with computers, but the rest just aren’t. and the non-proficient share goes up and up and up the later the birth years get. it’s not that they don’t use information technology, they use it every day, but it’s phones and tablets and, at most, for school, chromebooks, which are computer-shaped but not much else. like, mostly i’m thinking about file systems. people don’t understand them.
i probably wouldn’t either if it weren’t for the fact that since i was a small kid i’ve been into (1) pc gaming and more importantly installing mods for pc games, and (2) writing, starting out with word 2004 as my primary word processor, because my dad had an old license lying around around the time i started writing longer stuff that wasn’t practical to keep in physical notebooks, and only moving on to google docs and cloud storage in my teens, when school forcibly assigned me a chromebook that i HATED because it is literally just a glorified internet terminal. that’s all it does.
like, it was modding minecraft back in 2012 when it was actually a bit difficult that taught me the basics of How Puter Work. so i was wrangling files and directories starting at, like, nine or ten years old. i used the family desktop and it sat at windows xp for so long we skipped vista entirely, because xp was fine and upgrading cost money, until i modded minecraft too hard and it caught fire and we had to replace it lmao
so i’ve always just assumed everyone else my age knew roughly as much as i did, that i wasn’t particularly adept, just kinda lower end of average. but nope! for my age cohort, i’m actually a genius! just the fact that i sometimes have intuitions about what might be wrong, and don’t need to consult the kinda arcane manuals every time, because i’ve troubleshot PCs enough times on my own, makes me a god among mortals. and i’m only slightly exaggerating.
this effect is even more pronounced for my little brother (2004). he knows more than me tbh, especially hardware-wise. and on the software end he has more practical knowledge than me, i’ve gotten kinda complacent. back in the day, i modded our minecraft clients and he set up servers for us on our raspberry pi. (we had to limit the world to a like 500x500 block square otherwise it would melt lol.)
meanwhile his friends can barely manoeuvre chromeOS because they’re used to the even more locked-down iOS. if a program isn’t on the app store, they have no idea how to install it. what’s the ‘downloads directory’. and my friends are like this too! even the very online ones! especially the very online ones! it’s so fucked!
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visualfantasyia21 · 7 months
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Starting off a fantasy
A very powerful being that lives among humans who have a reputation of being violent and dangerous was seen banished from the town it lives, a man who saw the fear, shame and sadness in it's eyes approach the being at night over a campfire and have a small talk to find out the powerful being was actually a soft hearted dork to the point it's surprising it got such awful reputation.
It later then express how it is easily controlled by a very certain spell that was said to be a very weak and inefficient if it was used for a being with a strong mentality.
With that information,the man felt emphatic towards it
And then proceeds to surprise adopt it and make it his daughter's guardian/older sibling figure
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pluralprompts · 1 year
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Prompt #143
'Why do we have to pretend to be human, again?'
Headmate A rolled their eyes at Headmate B's whining. 'Because Mother doesn't like it when we show our nonhuman form.'
'Then she's a bad mother! We should be able to be ourselves!'
Headmate A frowned, but before they could respond, the creaking of a floorboard sent them rushing to hide in their closet, even though they knew it wouldn't be able to protect them if she wanted to find them. Tucked against the wall with one ear open for any sign of Mother approaching their door, Headmate A shoved a response at Headmate B.
'Of course I know she's a bad mother. But a bad mother is an unsafe mother, and we're not ever going to show our true self again until we're safe.'
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cptbtptp00 · 1 year
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Idea: The monster slayer finds out that the giant tentacle demon is still, in fact, a child, and proceeds to adopt him.
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