Every day for 30 days, draw/sketch/paint/etc a monster based on the prompt of the day. If you want, use the tag #horrificmonsterchallenge so that everyone can find your work! Some of the prompts are pretty vague, so let your creativity run wild!
Day 1: Big, sharp teeth. Day 2: Insect Day 3: Many limbs Day 4: No eyes Day 5: Many eyes Day 6: Faceless Day 7: Skeletal Day 8: Deadly sin Day 9: Twins Day 10: Humanoid Day 11: Hairy Day 12: Slithering Day 13: Alien Day 14: Colorful Day 15: Winged Day 16: Claws Day 17: Alluring Day 18: Animal Day 19: Cursed Day 20: Undead Day 21: Cannibalistic Day 22: Arachnid Day 23: Giant Day 24: Mythological Day 25: Aquatic Day 26: Mechanical Day 27: Ancient Day 28: Ghostly Day 29: Godly Day 30: Monstrous self portrait
The first time Nursey visits the Poindexters, it’s the winter of his and Dex’s junior year, and he had just come out at home. The Nurses took the news…less than well, and being at home was thoroughly miserable, so Dex had invited him to his house in Maine for winter break.
Derek’s intimidated, because these people are important to Dex and they’re apparently all pretty conservative and Derek has never, not once in his life, been able to make adults like him without changing some aspect of who he is. So he goes out of his way to impress them. He turns on his charm with Dex’s siblings, chameleons into the Nice, Respectful Young Man he knows Dex’s parents will want, and he wraps his chill, unflappable exterior around him like a blanket.
However, he’d forgotten to consider Dex in this equation. Dex skypes his parents every Sunday after church at 1:00 sharp, and he updates them on his life at Samwell, the team, and (now that he too is out) his boyfriend. Dex won’t stop talking about his boyfriend. So the Poindexters know the chill is bullshit. They know that he shapeshifts into whatever personality will be expected of him in a given situation. They know that he loves poetry, and reading, and that despite his love of words he frequently misplaces them when he doesn’t have time to write them down. They know he likes weird indie music and drinks expensive coffee not because it’s trendy but because he genuinely loves good coffee. They know he’s a complete klutz. They know that his parents have been freezing him out at home since he came out, totally ignoring both him and his queerness, and that when Derek forced them to acknowledge it at Thanksgiving, they snapped and the ensuing verbal lashing had left him a complete wreck when he returned to Samwell. And by now the Poindexters also know that this boy makes their son happy.
Consequently, when he shows up in Maine, Nursey arrives to discover that he’s already been virtually adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Poindexter. He’s welcomed with open arms into a loud and crowded home, asked leading questions about himself that force him to talk about his actual interests, and drafted into the ranks of Dex’s tormentors by the Poindexter daughters. And after the big family dinner, once everyone but Dex and his parents have dispersed for the night, he’s asked about his situation at home, and how they can help.
He thinks he finally understands why they got under each other’s skin so much, way back in the beginning of it all: Dex’s fire, the unrestrained emotion that drove him, set off all of Derek’s internal alarms because caring about anything that much, that openly, was dangerous. Caring that much only got you hurt. But Dex’s family cares so deeply and openly that Derek’s armor of complete composure came off as complete indifference. To the Poindexters, it seems, indifferent is the worst thing a person could be.
And in the wake of this revelation, Derek looks helplessly over at Dex. His boyfriend is wearing the look Derek used to think was a glare but now knows as concern: eyebrows drawn in forehead furrowed, lips pressed thin and mouth turned down at the corners. His thumb is gently tracing circles in the back of Derek’s hand, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst, because this is what he’s always wanted: this family, Will’s presence beside him, the instant and unconditional acceptance.
Happy Valentine’s Day ^_^ I’m sorry I don’t have any writing to offer, and I still have so many messages to respond to, but I want to wish everyone the happiest of holidays. Thank you as always for being a part of my life ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥