One day, you get a knock on your door. When you open it, you see the protagonist from your favorite book standing there, wide-eyed. “I know you won’t believe me,” they say, “but you’re the main character of my favorite book. I know how it ends and I’m here to change it.”
Another beautiful and charming story featuring a strange workshop full of lost souls. I had such a blast writing this story and creating a fairy tale atmosphere. I hope you enjoy.
Pain and grief caused my soul to wander after I had died. I had slipped on ice, stumbling home drunk one evening, and when I hit my head, the snow buried me. I can sometimes still feel that cold. I feel it down to my fingertips, I feel it my chest. I am no longer alive, but I am also not dead. I hovered in a void between life and afterlife. I could see flashes of the world around me, familiar faces, growing cities. Sometimes, I felt as if they could see me. I would try to reach out to them, but all too soon, it was gone.
One day, I noticed a man standing before me. He was alive, and he was calling me. He offered me his hand and a chance to fix my pain. He told me he would help me find peace. I wasn’t sure if I should believe him, but I took his hand anyway. He pulled from the rift between life and death and gave me a chance to heal.
The Maker, as so many call him, created for me a physical form I could inhabit. It wasn’t a body of flesh and bone, but it was a body. I was a porcelain doll of my former self if I stayed still I looked like something a little girl might play with. I looked like me, or well, the old me before the grief took hold. I was young with blushing cheeks and wearing my old clothes. It was strange though when I looked in a mirror. I looked lifeless and yet I lived.
A new modern monster for everyone. A commission from the amazing @toastybreadt! I had a blast with this one and guess what is mlm too! So male monster x male reader!
You’ve been working at the same advertising agency for a long time. You started as an intern fresh from college, and now, fifteen years later, you have your own office and are head of your own team. It’s nice being the boss, but there are days when you miss being one of the low rungs on the ladder. It was easier then, the pay sucked, but it was easier. Nowadays, you felt like a nanny, running around and wrangling up your unruly gaggle of toddlers.
Recently, a lot has been happening in your life. The firm you work for acquired a small-time competitor, and the two firms were merging. You had gotten a bunch of new employees, all of whom needed some basic training, so things were started to get piled up. Then, a week before the merger, you and your boyfriend broke it off. It hadn’t been great for a long time, so you saw it coming, but it still was kind of a blow. He had just moved out, and your place was looking a little sloppy, so you didn’t much like going home these days. Usually, after work, you went to the gym, out to eat, maybe go to a bar and have a few drinks, and then home and directly to bed. It wasn’t a great life, but hey, it could be a lot worse.
A demon who has started his own cult! I hope you all enjoy this story. It’s different but it’s a lot of fun. Male monster x female reader.
A job offer has come your way that you can’t say no to. You’ve been contacted to paint a mural for a local church. Only thing is, it isn’t a regular church like you would think. The place is pretty notorious, everyone knows about it, and everyone whispers about it. You’ve heard so many rumors about it, it’s hard to keep things straight.
The Church of Illumination has existed for decades, and the founder recently died. His replacement is the one who called you and hired you. An addition has been added, and he wants you to come paint a mural. He sounded nice on the phone, rather charming actually. You were nervous, to say the least. You had heard this place made sacrifices. Some said it was animals and they sacrificed them live at the altar. Other more extreme rumors said that is was virgins that they would sacrifice. You didn’t like this one, after all, you were a virgin.
Some said the church worshipped Satan, others said it was a place of hedonism and debauchery, others claimed they worshipped something darker than the devil. It was really hard to keep track, you were hoping that working there you would get some answers.
I would NEVER recommend something so legally ambiguous and clearly unethical. Which is why I’m sharing this widely. So you guys all know to never do such a thing. Ever. Because it would be bad. Make sure to reblog so others know not to ever do this very wrong thing. And definitely make sure you know what color the parking tickets in your city are. Maybe hold onto one for reference in case you ever worry that you might accidentally do this. Keep it in your car so you can look at it sometimes and say “It would be wrong to use this as a fake ticket to prevent getting a real ticket.”
I’m rereading Chamber of Secrets, and Ron is just amazing. I mean his best mate has ignored TWELVE invitations to come stay with him and has done illegal magic, and Ron just bypasses insecurity entirely and stages a rescue mission. God bless Ronald Bilius Weasley.
12 year old Ronald Weasley is a more responsible parental figure than every single adult Harry has ever met at that point.
Fred and George too. In fact I’m almost more impressed with them, because even if Ron was a tad too young to understand how disturbing the situation was, they were old enough to probably clock it as Child Abuse™️ rather than just the Dursleys being weird. They intervened, personally, to help, but didn’t make a big thing out of it that might have made Harry self-conscious or anxious. Whatever distress they felt about what they saw at the Dursleys, they followed the cardinal rule of trauma and processed it with someone equally or less affected than themselves, rather than talking about it as nauseum with Harry and creating more emotional labor for the victim.
Pansexual Monster Girl 