Hi! I'm Izzy or Modx previously. I write about Monster/Fantasy/Hybrids.
I write for most POV's it just depends on the idea, I will obviously tag if it's a purely male or purely female POV but will do my best to post neutral POV as well so that there is a little something for everyone.
THIS IS A SIDE BLOG, LIKES WILL COME FROM MY MAIN IF YOU COMMENT... I do not apologise for the type my main is.
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You're stuck, not in a life threatening way but just inconvenient and infuriating.
The back store room had boxes full of pillows and heavy blankets stacked far too high for anyone to be safe around, and as it seems, just as you tried to slip between them you'd gotten stuck. Just slipped side ways and ended up laying on your stomach over one of the thicker, sturdier boxes. A coworker had come and gone after seeing you, offering to find someone who can help before, but now you're still stuck here ten minutes later.
How were you meant to know that behind those high boxes, and excess stock lived a very particular kind of monster.
A hider slime, common place monsters that take up residence in hidden spots, crevices, and holes to live out their days in gooy peace.
Or at least this one had till you so rudely interrupted it's day, looking over your shoulder into the dim area behind you, there is just the barest peak of the top of the slimes body, sighing heavily you know you going to lose a shoe here to the creature but at least it wouldn't be too bad. The first feeling of the slime touching you is still a surprise, flinching as you feel the warmth of it curl around your calf, strong for such a small monster, the tugging begins almost immediately.
Groaning you catch sight of the coworker that had gone to get help, only they are still alone and stumble through an explanation that there was a surprise rush and that the manager would come help get you out the moment it died down. There are a few choice names you want to call out to your coworker as they snag a different box than the ones keeping you stuck and scurry back out into the store proper.
Not that it matters much now, as the slime behind you had seemingly found a much better place to hide while you were being spoken too. The sound you let out is undignified, a startled yelp as the cool air of the storage area hits your bare legs.
You may lose more than just your shoe to the hider slime today, if the warmth slowly creeping along your underwear is to be believed, out of all the things you could have had today, this was probably not the worst but certainly not the best of course.
Mostly you're just hoping your coworkers don't come back while this slime is exploring the new place it's found...
Came up to you at the bar and stumbled through six attempts to speak to you without cooing or accidentally warbling through his words, the pretty grey blue feathers that scatter up his neck and cover his ears ruffled when you laughed at him. But the moment you called him cute ruffled turned to flustered, letting him buy you your next drink of choice you give him a chance to chat with you.
Even offered to dance with you, although his offer was more his own little display of dancing and letting the fringe of tassels on his western styled shirt sway. The dangling pieces dyed a similar blue, green, and purple colour as the sheen coming off his feathers under the bars shitty lights.
And now look where you are, standing in his apartment looking down at a mattress on the floor with three different types of blanket on it, five strangely sized pillows, and the most bare bones collection of bedroom furniture you had seen outside of university accommodation.
Looking back towards the pigeon hybrid you'd come home with, you can't help but remember that pigeons make shit nests and this bedroom was a definite translation of that into human hybrid status, yet, you can't help but smile as you begin to undo the buttons and zips of the layers keeping you covered. A shit nest, a bare bones bedroom, but by whatever higher power looks over you, it strikes you as endearing and not pathetic... For the most part.
The moment it seems to click that you're not going to walk out the hybrid man flushes again, warbling and making a few cute chirps before stepping closer to you.
You are going to ruin this poor bird, and do so happily.
Gonna have a nap, but join with me in sharing an idea...
An older fem monster or hybrid that hears you call yourself her wife and just blue screens, she'd not thought that far ahead in your relationship but the way you'd said it so casually, even as a joke, made something in her preen.
So it's only natural that once you're home together after whatever you were doing out and about, that she bends you over the bed and calls you her pretty little wife, fucking you on her fingers as she mutters evey idea that has passed through her head since you first jokingly called yourself hers.
Anon, I am sat, I am listening, and I am seeing the vision.
I'm thinking baker satyr, his got strong arms, thick fingers and a powerlifter/soft fat over muscle style body, smells like bread, cakes, and salt when he comes home and slumps into a chair with his kitchen whites half open, both his hair on his head and the fur of his hooves are streaked with grey and little white sections.
Sighs so happily when you come over to see him after work, rolling his head back as you settle yourself in to indulge in some fun for yourself and relaxing him at the same time.
The kind of guy to rest his hand on the back of your head and support you as you indulge yourself.
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Hear me out! Our favorite spoiled snow leopard hybrid, but he and reader have a child who happened to inherit his hybrid traits. Since reader is a human, it is him who engages in this whole 'playing pretend' with the little one, doing a exaggeratedly huge leap whenever the tot (tries to) sneak up and pounce on him to "hunt" his daddy.
Oh god, imagine how he be during a pregnancy?! Like yeah that's his kit and all, but he's still a needy, brat of a man!
Pet him! Cuddle him! What do you mean the way he purrs makes you grumpy? Why can't he snuggle with you right now? He makes you feel too warm! Impossible.
The moment that kit is born tho... He is teaching them all his bratty behaviour, within reason of course, some things are only for him to do. Of course he will be doing all the snow leopard style things too, like teaching them to hold their tail in their mouth when cold, jumping and acting spooked when hunted by the kit, cuddling up with the kit and the reader, teaching the little one how to make biscuits, and installing all the rich person standards as well.
That kid is getting some of the most audacious gifts and toys, the little ones grand parents would love them to bits and try to help out but they are older now and hope that a kit would balance out their brat of a son.
I want to have one more character for the Capital Set.
But I can't decide between either an Orc and a noble son for the reader, or maybe a werewolf lady from the hunters guild and the sweet gal she keeps on the outskirts of a village that she visits every hunt and spends her heat seasons with.
I could do both but I know I can't keep too many characters running at once or I'll get confused...
I love that the knight reader is implied to be much more experienced in bed than xander, reminds me of that one drawover meme where one person's smoking and the other is stunned. They're gonna knock his draconic socks right off!
Mmhmm!
I wanted them to be a slight outlier to the other reader characters of the capital set, cause Nabil's wife is a sheltered noble, Adir's spouse is again a noble wife, Vetra is a player and the reader is a commoner, so I wanted Xander to have a reader character that wasn't sheltered or refined.
Hence, showboat, unclaimed knight reader that loves to woo the crowd!
How open is Xander with his affection for his knight? I can imagine a few good scenarios regardless of that. If he's hiding his affection out of fear of scaring away his love, He could scent everything in her quarters whole she's out doing her duties just to make sure nobody else takes her while he figures out how to court her.
it could be fun to see that illusion shattered so fast. Finding his love is just as interested in him as he is her. Perhaps finding them sniffing his clothes (can't help itself, scent is hot). She probably had a favor owed by the maids who did his laundry, let her take a piece for herself.
If he's open with that love, I can imagine him giving her so many little trinkets, helping her make a little hoard, even if she insists it's unnecessary, can't help but spoil his mate.
Would he be into public displays of affection? I hope so. Good way to tell the nobles trying to win his favor to fuck off is to kiss his knight whenever he can, Wherever he can.
There's so many delicious ideas... Sorry if this one wrote too much. Hearing about this dragon just gave Wolf many ideas. This one loves dragon's and being a knight is a very hot thing to be
Don't apologise, I'm quite happy to talk about this!
See Xander is actually a completely obsessive freak about his mate, and now that he knows that knight reader is his mate it's only going to get worse.
He is part dragon after all, possession is in his nature.
He has a hand crafted doll made of white iron wood and brass that is now going to be made into a temporary replica of you, his knight, his mate, he will hand carved every piece to match the visage of you and destroy all other pieces that no longer fit the image of his mate. Until he can have you wholeheartedly, that doll will be his idol, altar, and icon of devotion to you.
The moment you're fully known to him as his mate, it will be destroyed and replaced with items he's taken to represent you/smell like you, but till then or until he knows your just as into him he will coddle and croon at the doll of you he made
But of course if you're a palace knight then he is picking your colours to match his scales and they are definitely being scented by him before they are given to you and pass through his hands before they get washed. Select pieces never make it back to you, lost to the palace laundry as it were, definitely not pocketed by the prince, not at all.
So, he would be very open with trying to court you, openly trying to make his intentions clear and certain. Yes, he is giving trinkets and watching you train personally, crowding into your space as he purrs and tries to figure out how interested you are in him and how long this courting will take.
Xander is very much going to make sure every noble family knows he's no longer available, plastering memos and letters into every family's attendants hands that make it clear they are not to try and intervene in his soon-to-be consorts courting period, of course this is all hidden in backhanded social niceties but to the noble getting them it is clear.
You are the prince's mate, even if you don't know it yet, and he will not have anyone else tread on his territory.
Knights are noble, bastions of righteousness, and trained to a fault for their styles of combat.
You are... Not quite that kind of knight, but nonetheless you're skilled enough to earn a place in the royal tourney and a visit to the capital.
Mmm the crown prince gets his long fic now too.
Or well a longer piece for him, as this is about 1.3k words.
A capital tourney is less an open melee like the usual bouts knights attend, and more a refined selection process to join certain regiments.
And you'd finally gained enough renown and wins to be invited.
You'd sailed to the capital after earning your knighthood; the tabard you wear is very basic, barely even recognised as a knight's regiment, and you like it that way. Your time as a squire was spent on the fringes of the nation, with less time serving as a weapon fetcher and armour polisher and more active combatant, meaning your etiquette is less refined in comparison to the other knights around you, their own tabards with gilded coats of arms from noble families or designs designating them as knights of certain cities.
Yours is nothing more than coloured cloth.
The lower streets of the capital are like every other city; the closer to the docks you get, the more weathered things appear. Mostly warehouses, shipyards, fisheries, and bunk houses for the sailors coming and going; occasionally, main streets are more tended and patched than the others, but as you begin the slow cart ride further into the city the streets gain a little more flash and glamour.
Thick cobbled streets, markets in squares dedicated to certain products or produce, brothels tucked into slim streets hung with red lanterns, taverns and halls for the common people, all standard for the few cities you'd been in for tourneys before this one.
The cart you're in is filled with knights like you, independent combatants that aren't as noble or shiny as the ones on their horses far ahead of you, but unlike the refined 'proper' knights you knew the common people and enjoyed waving to the children running around the lower streets, flexing and letting the sun catch your chainmail as they call out to the knights passing by. You were a child like them once, and now you're a knight, so you can only hope one of them gets the courage to try to follow the same path you have and earn themselves some valour, honour, and glory.
As the procession rolls forward through the city, headed for the tourney grounds on the outskirts of the noble quarters, far above, in the royal estates, the queen and crown prince are preparing for the event in their own way.
Unlike her son, the queen mother of the nation is sitting on a padded bench, waiting quietly as her ladies-in-waiting do her makeup and pin her hair into a more appropriate style for a day overseeing a knight's tourney. The crown prince, however, is lying sprawled on his mother's bed, boots abandoned as his wings splay out across the full breadth of the mattress, eyes closed but mouth running a mile a minute as he speaks about the noble families that had been writing to him as of late.
"-and no matter how kindly I turn them away, there is always another son, or daughter, cousin, niece or nephew for them to try and offer up to me!" A muffled thud breaks up the prince's words, "No matter how I try to make it clear I am not taking a consort or bride from their family, they will not stopβ¦"
Before her son can continue his ranting, she cuts him off, "Shall I send a letter for you? Tell them that the crown has no need for their attempts to woo my son?" Even just sneaking a look towards her son, she knows he will look chastised and scolded despite her words being genuine. She'd happily tell the nobles of the capital to leave her son alone if he wanted, but he shakes his head and pulls himself from her bed. Wings folded neatly behind him, and his tail barely made a sound as it glided behind him. He stood by her side at the vanity, looking down at the mating scar his mother had from his father, the obvious dragon's bite always on display when she graced the public with her attendance.
"No, I will endeavour to be clearer with this particular family." Adjusting the heavy gold bracers he'd chosen for today, double-checking the fastenings, "I think a letter from the Queen Mother of the nation may be a touch too far⦠this time at least."
As his father and mother still hold the regency, he cannot afford to insult or ostracise the current noble families. At least not till his position as king is secure. He has high hopes for this tourney; there are spaces he needs filled and knights that need removing from the palace guard, so many moving parts to change and switch out before he takes the throne.
And so little time to do it all.
The carriage they ride in has an open top, a display of the capital's safety and the respect the crown has from the people. Far overhead, the roar of his father can be heard as well, the shape of the massive silver-blue dragon, a well-known part of the capital's skyline.
It's not jealousy that makes Xander glare up at the passing shadow his father casts; it's something much harder to explain. Envy and jealousy are part of it, but there is anger, a quiet resentment, and the long-simmering pride of a dragon pushed into a semi-human form. Looking away from the glimmer of his father's wings, the capital familiarly swims past.
He and his mother reach the tourney grounds early to greet the royal knights and wish them well, a standard he had implemented with the new Lord Marshal, who is currently fussing over his bride-to-be in the reserved box below the royal stand.
Cute.
The long hall for knights is loud; squires run to and fro, serfs chase items, and there are simply too many different types of people, far too many to keep track of the actual division of monsters to human knights.
For you, however, this is familiar, like the forward camps of your days as a squire, so you simply snag a free hand and get your chainmail latched and secure before handling the rest of your armour and weapons. The roster for your particular style of swordplay is short; only eight of you made it to this level of display, and from the looks of your competitors, you can tell why. Three of the eight are peacock hybrids, and the other four are mixed bird hybrids or harpies that seem like they only chose to compete in this bracket due to not being chosen for the aerial round.
Not that it changes what you're here for; it's victory or bust for you.
Skipping the last of your armour and favouring a quick rush to the tourney grounds, you hardly care as the royal procession passes by, too enamoured by getting to see the area you will be fighting in. Doing a quick check of the grounds before jogging around the perimeter, taking in where there are dips, rises, and stones peaking from the terrain, everything you can see is an advantage or hazard you need to work around; knowing them now will help when your match comes up.
Looking up at the stands, you can already see the gathered nobles in your mind; they'll sit and clap when appropriate, not like the tourney you're used to, where common folk cheer and scream for the winning knights of the event.
Standing in the centre of the grounds, you feel a little sad; you can't showboat here, can't win your bout and pull your tabard off and fling it into the crowd to some cute face watching as you conquer your opponent. The walls of the grounds are too high for you to climb and sit on as you get a handkerchief or two tied around your belts, it's all proper conduct and ethical standards for knights of the capital, huffing loudly as you adjust the ties of your leather breastplate, casting a wayward glance towards the Marshals box and royal stand, you're caught off guard by the flash of colourful scale and horn.
The purple and blues are perfectly accented with gold embellishments that glint in the sun. As you squint to see more clearly, the owner of said horns and scales turns to look down into the tourney grounds.
Apparently, the sound he made on sighting the lone figure in the open arena was startling for the attendants; his mother, however, laughed, something like a bright and excited sound to cover the rattling purrs and chuffs leaving her son. The ever un-courted crown prince had found his other half most strangely, at the tourney ground of all places, not that the Queen Mother could judge; she ran away and came back with a dragon for a husband after allβ¦
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She'd given you access to her PC to play the Sims, and you'd stumbled out of the game and into the folders of her PC.
Just to install some mods you'd thought, not snooping or peaking where you shouldn't...
Not at all.
But now here you are, staring at a folder full of videos of women who all look like you in some way shape or form getting fucked, fingered, strapped, or eaten out for different lengths and style of video. Your face heats as you sit, staring at the thumbnails, some have your hair colour and style, others have similar builds, a few are the same height and body shape too, but every single one of them is in some way, shape, or from related back to you.
You jump when she appears behind you, heavy clawed hands coming to wrap around your shoulders as she leans over the back rest of her chair, muzzle resting perfectly level for her to mutter to you softly.
"Click on that one-" she points towards a video of a woman that looks like you getting fucked by a knotted dildo toy, "-Its a favourite of mine, makes me think of what you'd look like if I made you bounce on my lap like that."
The moment you go to look away she's gabbing your face, guiding you back to looking at the screen and cooing at you, soft words of encouragement mixed with filth about the videos she gets you to click into. Had she scented anything but the slow, pooling of arousal from you she'd have stopped, but with each click, each growled sentence, all she caught was another thick curl of that heady scent, the same one shed huffed on your laundry whenever she had a day off.
She could tell you were loving it, the whines, the squirming on her desk chair.
Clicking into another video she sighs, nuzzling into your neck as she sees how your thighs clench, "Look at how happy that wolf looks... Could find joy like that right here, right now, won't you be a sweet girl and let me find happiness?" Spinning the chair around, her smile is all fangs as she lets the moans and whines of the video play from her PC speakers.
It's only a short stumble from the desk to her bed, and it takes seconds to have you naked like you should have been from the start.
Thank god she moved that folder into the open directory, who knows how long she'd have been able to hold out if she hadn't...
Heyy! This may be an odd request but I'm writing a shapeshifting fanfic and was wondering if it would be ok if I linked one of your writings (with credit in the beginning and end notes)? This one specifically
https://www.tumblr.com/bumpen-underbeds/801840596103954432/in-the-beginning-you-swore-to-never-be-that?
All fine if not <3 just figured I'd shoot my shot and ask.
Ahh of course!
Hell yeah, if you're inspired by something I dribble out onto Tumblr hell yeah, just link it and I'll be happy!
In fact tag me and I'll give it a read too, I'm like a nosy neighbour, "what's going on in here?" As I peak through my metaphorical blinds into other blogs.
Flower fairy and their beloved zombie to plant flowers in
Oh god a shambling botanical display of love!
I can imagine the fairy sitting perched on a vine that curls around one of the shoulders and neck of their zombie love, relaxed as they plan the next blooms to adorn the form of their beloved walking planter.
Seasonal changes come, and so do the plants that cover the long departed person.
He'd asked you to do it so casually that it almost blue screened your thoughts.
Your casual hookup/friend with selected benifits was a deer hybrid, a red deer stag to be exact and while out on what was meant to be a weekend of camping, ruining sleeping bags with some fun sex shenanigans, and just free fun, he had gently placed some finely crafted rope in your lap. Dragging your thumb across the, almost stereotypical, red rope you look up at him and tilt your head, giving him a chance to explain himself before you began making scenarios up in your head.
"I want you to hunt me..." His ears flick as he stares off into the empty camp grounds around you, "Chase me through the empty camp area, catch me and tie me up with that"
The offer hangs in the air for a moment before your licking your lips, watching keenly as this large hybrid man squirms, the pretty smattering of freckles and spots becoming more evident as he flushes. It's not like you hadn't joked about chasing him down before, but it was a pleasant surprise to hear him offer it up so openly and even come prepared with rope for the chance to indulge in something like that.
Looking him over you can think of a few ways to tie him down, the heavy curve of his antlers almost perfect for forcing him to arch his back, and you can see a pretty wrap of red across his chest pushing his pecs up and forward as well. So, it's only natural for you to nod and agree to give it a try with him, opening the idea to discussing what exactly he wanted out of this experience of his, all while keeping your thumb brushing along one of the rope loops and enjoying the way his little tail flicked on every full motion.
This may become your favourite weekend camping trip yet...
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I saw something about the plague doctor on your blog and it made me remember an idea I saw who knows how long ago:
Plague Doctor X Bee Keeper. π
I can imagine these not being costumes too, like this is just how they were born.
Plague Doctor monster X Bee Keeper monster.
I dare you to tell me its not cute as hell.
...I see that Obey me notification π, a fine choice indeed so says myself as a Diavolo and beel enjoyer.
But also this is such a cute idea!
I could see it beginning as like an almost symbiotic relationship, bee keeper monster tends to their hives and produces honey that is its main source of food but the excess they sell to the plague doctor monster, in turn the plague doctor monster keeps the surrounding area free of illness that would affect the hives.
Soon the plague doctor monster is bringing the bee keeper herbs and the like to grow and diversify the bees available plants, certainly not for the reason of having more excuses beyond honey to come and see the other monster.
Every day I walk home, I walk past this and they have clearly tried to remove/cover it several times but whatever uni puppygirl that lives or studies near here (major uni student accommodation) will not let them take away this bit.
