Nameless-Monster

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster.

The monster was dying to have a name.

So the monster made up his mind, and set out on a journey to look for one.

But the world was such a very large place.

The monster split in two, and went on separate journeys.

One went east.

The other headed west.

The one who went east came upon a village.

There was a blacksmith who lived at the village’s entrance.

“Mr. Blacksmith, please give me your name!” said the monster.

“I can’t give you my name!” replied the blacksmith.

‘If you give me your name, I’ll go inside you and make you strong,“ said the monster.

"Really?” said the blacksmith, “If you make me stronger, I’ll give you my name.”

The monster went into the blacksmith.

And so, the monster became Otto the blacksmith.

Otto was the strongest man in town.

But then one day he said, “Look at me! Look at me! The monster inside of me is getting bigger!”

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

The hungry monster ate up Otto from the inside out.

Once again, he was a monster without a name.

Next, he went into Hans the shoemaker.

However…

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

Once again, he went back to being a monster without a name.

Then, he became Thomas the hunter.

But soon…

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

Back he went to being a monster without a name.

The monster next went to a castle to look for a nice name.

He came upon a very sick boy who lived in that castle.

“If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong,” said the monster.

The boy replied, “If you can make me healthy and strong, I will give you my name!”

So the monster jumped right into the boy.

And the boy became full of vigor.

The king was overjoyed.

He announced, “The prince is healthy! The prince is strong!”

The monster became quite fond of the boy’s name.

He was also quite pleased with his royal life in the castle.

So he controlled himself no matter how ravenous his appetite became.

Day after day, despite his growing hunger, the monster stayed put inside the boy.

But finally, the hunger just became too great…

“Look at me! Look at me!” said the boy, “The monster inside of me has gotten this big!”

The boy devoured the king and all his servants.

Munch munch, chomp chomp, gobble gobble, gulp.

The castle was lonely now with everyone gone, so the boy left on a journey.

He walked and walked for days.

And then one day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west.

“I have a name!” said the boy, “And it’s such a wonderful one at that!”

But the monster who went west replied, “Who needs a name? I’m perfectly happy without one. After all, that’s what we are - nameless monsters.”

The boy ate up the monster who went west.

At last he had found a name, but there was no longer anyone to call him by it.

Such a shame, because Johan was such a wonderful name.

—  The Nameless Monster, from Naoki Urasawa’s Monster

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster. The monster was dying to have a name, so the monster set out on a journey to find one. But the world was a very large place. The monster split into two and went on their way. One monster went East. One went to the West. The monster who went to the East found a village. At the village’s entrance there lived a blacksmith. “Mr.Blacksmith, give me your name” said the monster. “I can’t give you my name” the blacksmith replied. “In return for giving me your name, I’ll go inside of you and make you strong.” “Really? If you make me strong, I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the blacksmith. Thus, the monster became, Otto the blacksmith. Otto the blacksmith was the strongest man in the village. But then one day… “Look at me, look at me. The monster inside me is getting so big.” He said. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside out. Once again, he was a monster without a name.

When he went inside Hans the shoemaker, however… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. When he went inside Thomas the hunter, but… Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.The monster was nameless once again. The monster went to a castle to find a nice name. Inside the castle lived a sick boy. “If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong.” “If you can heal my illness and make me strong. I’ll give you my name.” The monster went inside the boy. The boy became full of vigor. The king was overjoyed. “The prince is healthy. The prince is healthy.” The monster liked the boy’s name. He also liked living in the castle. So he restrained himself even though he was hungry. Day after day, he would be terribly hungry, but he restrained himself. But the hunger became just too great. “Look at me. Look at me. The monster inside me has gotten this big,” said the boy. The boy devoured the king and and all his servants. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.


Everyone was gone, so the boy went on a journey. He walked for days and days. One day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west. “I have a name. It’s a wonderful name.” Said the boy. The monster who went west replied. “I don’t need a name. I’m perfectly happy without one, after all, that’s what we are–nameless monsters.” The boy ate up the monster who went west. At last he had found a name, but there was no longer anyone around to call him by it. Such a shame, because Johan was such a wonderful name.

—  “The Nameless Monster” from Monster
Puppy Love

Dean Winchester x Reader

Requested by @deansgirl215. From the Drabble Prompt list, she picked #51: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 

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Today had been one of those days you wanted to throw in the trash bin and pretend it never happened. It had been horrible, and disappointing, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget about it all. Wanting nothing more than for Dean to be there, taking you in his arms and holding you tight.

But Dean was somewhere two states away, battling another nameless Monster, leaving you home alone to deal with the daily life. And sometimes it was just too much to bear by yourself. But you never told him that. He was already worried enough about leaving you alone for long periods of time. Leaving you vulnerable to the monsters that might want revenge on him.

Grabbing one of his flannels, you wrapped yourself up in it before curling into a ball on the bed. With tears in your eyes, you stared at the picture of the two of you that was on his night table. You were smiling, staring up at Dean, so much love in your eyes. He had just asked you to marry him, while sitting on the hood of his Impala, and Sam had taken the picture.

So caught up in the picture that you missed the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway. “Y/N, sweetheart?” Dean’s voice rang out, and you sat straight up, quickly wiping at the tears in your eyes. 

“Dean?” You questioned, not expecting him to be back so early. 

Pushing open the bed room door, Dean leaned against the frame. “There you are. When I could find you, I got worried.”

“I was just planning on going to bed early.” You told him, but he grabbed your hand, pulling you off of the bed.

“Not yet. I have a surprise for you.” He told you, before his thumb traced the skin on your cheek. “Have you been crying?”

“I was just missing you. That’s all.” You told him, and he pulled you in tight for a hug. 

“I missed you too. So freaking much it hurt.” He answered. “But come and see your surprise.”

Letting him guide you down the hallway, and into the living room, you were shocked to see Sam standing there, a little bundle of fur in his hands. “Dean, what is this?”

“I know I’m not home as much as I should be. It worry’s me, and I know you get lonely. So I had Sammy help me pick out a puppy. I hope you don’t mind.”

“But Dean, you don’t like dogs.” You argued, even though you were already taking the puppy from Sam’s arms.

“I know.” He sighed. “But you do. And this little guy will keep you company, and keep you safe. And that’s more important than my dislike of them.”

“Thank you Dean!” You told him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before getting down on the floor to play with your new puppy, your sad mood already forgotten.

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.” He replied. “To keep you happy, and safe. Besides, he is kind of cute.”

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Hiraeth Creature #667 - Cieroth

“As the Giant’s March occurred, spreading from their homeland in the west, many turned to the north for answers, as the largest kingdom on Hiraeth resided at very ends of the world. As refuges and pilgrims travelled into the snow, their journey was halted as calamity after calamity befell the land. Floodgates not meant to be opened were forcefully pried apart by a mad queen, and curse after curse ran rampant. The mighty and pure forests around the kingdom were cast in a fell shadow, becoming a nest for nameless monsters and twisted werebeasts. The mythic and primeval spirits of ancient forests were forced to take the queen’s sin into their soul, and were reformed in the image of the woodlands they had lived since the beginning of time.

One of these spirits is the elegant Cieroth, who eerily promenades on frozen hills and among warped trees. Alone, they are timid and vanish without a noise, but the more of them that gather, the more volatile they become. Whispers build as they gather, trying to enthrall travellers who enter their forest. Warriors and knights entangled in white branches are said to guard their deepest of sanctuaries, forever loyal beyond their natural years. Light drives them off, as they’d rather glide away in the darkness of their Moon-forsaken home. Flowers of deep purple and sanguine bloom in their presence, showing some of their former aura before the corruption still is within them, though used to nurture their dreadful home.”

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I wish I knew how to make this into a gif or something. But I don’t, so here ya go.

“I…tried drawing…my ideal twins…twins smothered with love…but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t draw them… because I knew… that there were no such twins…”
-Klaus Poppe

(The first and last time we see them together).