to all the monsters i've loved before

Imagine monster-human couples starting families together. 

Imagine big intimidating monsters crying when they learn that they’re going to be parents. 

Imagine them marking the outside of their human mate’s home with their claws, leaving deep scratches against brick and mortar or hoarding branches and leaves to build a nest out of. 

Imagine them lulling their unborn to sleep with gentle clicks, growls and the songs of their ancient races, songs that no human alive has ever heard before.

Imagine them finally holding their hybrid newborns for the first time, clutching them in their huge terrible claws as if they would never let go. They could easily rip them apart, but to their little ones, their touches are all but brief brushes of silk to their tiny, new bodies. Imagine them protecting both their offspring and their mates as fiercely and as lovingly as they have never done before, desperate not to lose the new loves they have in their lives after years hiding away in the shadows. 

Imagine both human and monster being more complete than either of them have in their lives, finally together, finally a family.  A weird little family, but a happy little family nonetheless.

catch-the-ghost  asked:

Are there any moments (maybe a top 10 list?) where Yuuri finally gives in to something Victor was very patient about not pushing for but then suddenly it's all Victor wants to do and Yuuri's like "I've created a monster..." (ex: when I finally allowed my bf to shower with me, something he never pushed for, now it's all he asks for if one of us is going to shower)

There’s an adjustment period when they live together because before they made the most of the time when they saw each other and were very very physically affectionate all the time but when they live together all the time it’s different. Viktor is still 100% physically affectionate all the time and would happily never stop touching Yuuri at all and while Yuuri loves it he does sometimes need space and alone time. So there’s a period where Viktor just wants to constantly be cuddling etc and Yuuri needs space but doesn’t want to say it because he doesn’t want it to look like he’s pushing Viktor away. They work out a balance in the end though that makes them both happy (and they’re still very very cuddly a lot of the time. Just not all the time)

anonymous asked:

Mettaton likes humans, but do you think his view on them would change in some way when monsters return to the surface? Also sorry about possible repetition, I don't remember if I've sent this before.

for some reason i feel like we’ve answered this before, but i can’t seem to find anything like it. maybe it’s just deja-vu? - M.M.

Mettaton:

Oh, his opinion would definitely change, like all Monsters would. Some for the better, some not. One thing he definitely comes to realize is that some human love robots, some don’t, so either way, he has to tread carefully. One simple misstep could send a horde of #therobotrevolutionhasbegun type threads/hashtags his way, which, while entertaining, is the last thing he wants.

tandembicycles replied to your post “Okay but, Sai, hear me out: Kacchako, Beauty and The Beast AU,…”

I ain’t even part of this au but hey…… Aizawa=Cogsworth, Present Mic=Lumiere, Deku=Chip, Inko=Mrs.Potts, All Might=Belle’s dad I’m just… *chucks this then runs*

l m ao

i’ve actually talked about this AU with a friend before and i’m kinda stuck between thinking Bakugou would have self worth problems over being a monster like Beast originally did, or if he’d fucking love it b/c DUDE HE’S STRONG AS FUCK NOW FUCK YEAH

anonymous asked:

any favourite poems?

For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts

by Clementine von Radics

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

i am poetry,
i am rotting, despairing poetry,
i’m your good girl-disgust,
the black blood slicking your lips,
staining your teeth.

you like me best in the dark,
i’m your dead-end love song,
you say the dark just suits me better than the light,
ugly beasts pacing the bottom of my belly,
i let you slit me open so they can be free.

i am poetry,
i am touching, heart wrenching  poetry,
i am your 3 am suffocation phone calls,
the girl in the halls who doesn’t look you in the face,
who won’t remember your name in 2 years.

i am poetry,
i am your silencing, hammer of the gods poetry,
i am all over you and above you,
when i say i love you,
i don’t mean it.

hopeless future incarnate,
the ending of every beginning,
you can’t touch me anymore but you do anyway,
acting surprised when you pull back with burned hands,
tell the masses what they already know.

3 steps to become a monster,
to twist yourself inside out:
1-rip up all of your clothes and renounce modesty,
2-cut out your own tongue before you swallow it and renounce propriety,
3-make friends with the devil under your bed and renounce humanity.

i am poetry,
i am monstrous, burning poetry,
i’m your bruised fists and black eyes,
i’m every word you choked on,
and i love it.

—  poetry is being burnt alive; l.m.

Book Photo Challenge Day 10 | Female Author | Jenny Han

Mod's playlist songs based sentence starters.
  • I'm so tired of being here
  • This pain is just too real
  • I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
  • Has no one told you she's not breathing?
  • Hello, I am your mind
  • Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
  • Remember me for centuries
  • No, it's nothing wrong with me
  • You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon
  • I never meant for you to fix yourself
  • I could speak forever
  • I'm gonna bury you in the ground
  • Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess, is that what you want me to do?
  • Sorry I don't treat like you're perfect, like all your little loyal subjects do
  • Sorry I'm not made of sugar and I'm not sweet enough for you
  • I'm just your problem
  • It's so unreal
  • You didn't look out below
  • I kept everything inside
  • In the end it doesn't even matter
  • Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
  • I've put my trust in you
  • There's only one thing you should've known
  • There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.
  • I've felt this way before, so insecure
  • Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking.
  • No, you'll never be alone
  • Hear the whispers in the dark
  • My love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses
  • I'll be the one that you'll run to
  • The secret inside of me, I'd never let you see
  • Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end!
  • "I must confess that I feel like a monster"
  • Sound it off, this is the call!
  • It's our time to change it all
  • I hate feeling like this
  • I'm so tired of trying to fight this
  • Tell me that you will listen
  • I'll never wake up without an overdose of you
  • I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
  • I'm just a step away
  • It's just another war
  • I need a hero to save me now
  • It's getting harder to stay awake
  • Now I know what I believe inside
  • I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life
  • I hate everything about you
  • Why do I love you?
  • 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
  • You're sick of feeling numb
  • You're not the only one
  • This life is filled with hurt
  • When the lights go out you will understand

Books and Cupcakes March Book Photo Challenge 

Day 9: Book Haul 

I bought all of these books while in NYC. This is what B&N does to me. Someone get me help, I am out of control.

archiveofobz  asked:

Whenever I listen to this song it reminds me of you & your monster love stories - If I Had a Heart by Fever Ray

Oh, oh my gods, what have you done.

Within a week of the Arrival there arose a subgenre of music akin to glitch that used samples of the great nightmare-sounds people had recorded amid the panic. By the end of that week it was outlawed for causing cattle herds to faint and electronics to malfunction, replaying clips of the Entities’ first messages to humanity.

The purest recordings from near ground zero – even from the Doorway itself – were closely-guarded and highly classified. The young man spent days upon days analysing, manipulating, and re-analysing them, trying to make some sense of the chaos. It didn’t help much that one of their extraplanar guests kept slipping out of the Consulate to come watch him do so from across the room.

He knew he was no longer alone when every hair on his body stood on end and the air grew cold in his lungs, hours and hours before either of them spoke. Now encased in flesh instead of whatever form came before entering this world, the creature had a voice as smooth and dark as a river’s silt bed, and it echoed in the throat that bore it up like a chord.

YOU KNOW ALREADY WHAT WE SAID.

There was something rolling underneath it, something that throbbed in the young man’s ears and chest and teeth like bass in a nightclub. Something steady. He knew then that there was some fundamental similarity in these recordings of – their native tongue, he supposed, and how they sounded speaking human languages.

“But we don’t know how,” he answered, “or why you sound so much different now.” The birdlike impression of the entity’s chin dipping down to peer at him with as many eyes as possible was allayed somewhat by the sideways splay of both sets of hands.

WE MADE A VOICE THAT CAN SING AS YOU SING. WE DO NOT NEED YOUR TOOLS TO SPEAK NOW.

The young man wheezed out a laugh, incredulous. “The people I work for really want to know how you did that in the first place.”

Instruments that cost more than most people in his country make in a year flickered and squealed at the brush of smooth, hazy skin as the creature strode closer.

YES. AND WE KNOW WHY. WE ARE NOT FOOLS.

(Eighteen hundred miles away across a national border, a police force descended on an abandoned barn – not for the drugs the ravers passed around, but to seize and destroy the songs that had made the barren fields erupt in fungal bloom.)

He chewed his tongue, swallowed hard, and lowered his voice. “I think maybe when– if, and when, you all move on, you should take this with you.”

The young man gestured to his work. Hours, days, weeks of it already, between himself and the rest of the team. The potential for lifetimes of work lay before him. But he knew too.

The entity peered at him for a long moment with features too alien to discern an emotion, if there was one at all. He didn’t yet know what the bursts and ripples of light under that dark hide meant; but his guest said, WE CAN TEACH YOU BETTER WAYS TO SING, and from then on sat much closer during these visits.

(Love Songs for Monsters: Voice I)