Cover i made for @monster-bait for her new book series “Wheel of The Year”, featuring my favorite spider monster x neurodivergent witch and some shibari with webs and smut ;) dear monsterfuckers you can pre order this book HERE
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and yes, that’s uh, the (a?) Mothman, but as an anime twunk :) You can read more of him here :)) He doesn’t look like this all the time but, he’s a sweetheart so its ok
In a few hours I will be turning 32 years old, 6 months ago I PROMISED myself I would not go into 32 being in active addiction. I am trying but I LITERALLY purposely took my sleeping meds so I would stay asleep all day so I WOULDNT USE METH.
My husband is off on weekends so he’s been with the kids.
It’s 10pm I am just waking up for a second time to eat and whatever and the first thing I grab is what?
MY PILO my throat actually kinda burns wanting to hit this bitch.
In my brain I justify it somehow being ok because I am not slamming it.
I NEVER REALLY FELT LIKE A JUNKIE UNTIL I STARTED SLAMMING IT AND NOW IM TRYING NOT TO ANYMORE .
What the fuck have I done to myself?
I knew fucking better then to play with fire and I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WOULDNT GET HOOKED .
Anyway happy birthday to me.
The junkie mother
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I think monsterfucking is about vulnerability. When you think about it
Something about knowing this being could destroy you and trusting them not to and in turn the monster is letting you see this part of them and trusting you not to be afraid or disgusted etc etc
I finally understand what people mean when they were trying to write fluff and it turned into angst
After the dust had settled, Wren climbed from her knees. A sharp tang went through her as she put her weight onto her left ankle and she crumpled back to the concrete, clutching the ache to sooth the pain. What happen only moments ago didn’t feel real, and Wren was left to grasp at the threads of realty before she spiraled.
Her gaze drifts from her ankle to Orion’s hunched form. He was strangely despondent, more so than she knew him to be at least.
“Orion?” She said quietly, although she may as well have yelled in the silent alley, “Are you okay?”
He slowly straightens from his crouched position and looks to her, and then back to the three bodies in the alley. His brow scrunched, and then went smooth before scrunching again as he said, “They were going to hurt you.”
Wren’s stomach turned remembering the hands pushing her to the cold grey wall of the dollar store.
“Yes, they were,” Wren swallows the lump that had formed in her throat, “Can you help me up? Something’s wrong with my ankle.”
Orion’s feathers puff out at this and he quickly steps over to her in four long strides. He kneels down and holds a pair of hands out for Wren to grasp on to before pulling her to her feet. God, her ankle hurt.
Standing over him, Wren felt the breeze of November sweep through the alley, chilling her. with the sun hidden behind the city, her jeans and sweater were no longer able to keep her warm.
“I should’ve brought a jacket,” she tries to laugh, to lessen the crease on Orion’s brow as he watched he lean her weight on one leg. God, she wishes he wouldn’t look at her like that. Like she was about to break. What happened really wasn’t so bad, was it? She made it out alive. She knew others weren’t so lucky.
He didn’t say anything, only stared.
“Orion, I’m okay. I’m fine, really.” Wren tries again to smile, or laugh at how ridiculous he was being for worrying over her. Instead, the lump grew in her throat and heat built behind her eyes. She pinches her brows, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I’m fi-,” the wind came again, cutting Wren off as she shivers.
And then, there was warmth and Wren face trickles into surprise as she felt Orion’s hands on her back and his wings shelter them from the wind.
In that embrace, the girl’s heart steadies. The alley, the darkness, and the men in it disappear. She forgot rough hands and slurred words. She forgot the throb of her ankle.
In that moment, it was just her and Orion.
And she was warm.
Wren burrowed into the fur of Orion’s chest, and breathed. One breath, she registered the trace of pine and leaves. A second breath, she attempts to push back the pressure in her eyes. Breath, just breath. A third breath, a sob broke out and the dam burst.
Orion curled around her, pulling Wren into his lap. His hands began stroking her hair.
“They almost,” she chokes out, “I almost-,” her lips tremble. “If you hadn’t come…”
A soft rumbling was the only response she got.
Orion grabs the grocery bag full of ingredients and stands. He swiftly makes his way out of the alley onto the quiet street. Orion makes one, two, then three leaps before extending his wings and launching into the air. With Wren in his arms, he climbed above the lights of the rural town and towards the woods.
In minutes, Orion had the old barn he called home in sights. He circled and landed at the window of the hay loft and crawled inside.
Gently, Wren is placed into a nest of hay, pine needles, and quilts.
Her tears had dried now, all that was left was the red puffiness of her face. Wren wiped her nose on her sleeve, “Thanks Orion.”
Orion hummed and kneels near her ankle, staring at her.
“It doesn’t hurt as much now. I think I just fell on it weird.”
Orion looks at Wren’s ankle closely, observing it to make sure that her words were the truth. Then, he begins to loosen her shoe off her foot and pull off her sock before moving to the other one.
Wren was quiet. Vaguely she thought, any other day she would bat his hands away, insisting that if she wanted her shoes off she’d do it herself. Right now, her body sank in relief, the attention lifting the rock in her stomach.
Wren grabs the waist of her jeans and slipped them off, setting them to the side as Orion brings the huge puffed blanket she had crafted for the colder weather and lays it over her. The pine needles rustle under the weight of Orion climbing in the nest with her. The two laid close, and Wren felt the heat of the creature next to her start to warm the space under the blanket.
“I don’t think they will tell anyone,” Wren’s voice mumbles under the blanket, “They’d have to admit to committing a crime. No one would believe them anyways.”
Wren curls tighter into Orion, “If I were like you,” she hesitated, “if I had your strength…” Her head came above the blanket, eyes turning squarely on the far wall of the barn. The trees rustled outside, an owl called out before going silent.
“I would have torn them apart,” Wren continued to look through the wall, into the alley, “I would have killed them.”
Slowly, Orion brings a hand to Wren’s cheek, “I’ll stop you,” came his quiet voice.
The girl gave a half hearted smile. “That won’t be hard,” she scoffs, curling under the blankets.
Orion said nothing, he didn’t yet know the words. What words could describe the acid in his throat? How does he explain the burning in his head? The vision of Wren surrounded in the alley swam in his vision. He could feel the ghost of their flesh under his claws, their screams ringing in his ears. They would never be able to hurt anyone again.
His spine tenses. Orion controls himself before his claws can grip into the quilts underneath him, surely shredding them. A soft snore from the girl next to him shakes him from his thoughts.
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