WLW monster fucker who has more of a preference for loving then fucking. So I want to provide more ideas in that area. (This sideblog should still be considered 18+ so don't follow if you're a minor)
Welcome, monster-loving travelers of Tumblr! (Outdated Intro)
[ Things will be mostly SFW but consider this blog 18+ ]
I am but a humble monster-loving lesbian (or lesbian monster, however you wish to view me) who's shriveled little brain sometimes comes up with thoughts, ideas, and story/fanfic concepts that are likely in the monster loving range. Here is where I shall be throwing around whatever goes through my head, or stuff I like.
Imma note that @lesbianmonsterlover is a big inspiration for this blog.
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My posts will consist of mostly my goofy thoughts but also some plot/scenario ideas, concepts, and prompts. Good possibility of shitposting and complete originality is not certain as I will likely take inspiration from others (credit will be given).
I will only be posting if something I like crosses my mind or I stumble upon something I like that I may wish to show.
Chances of some posts being a tad NSFW (either because of an element within a post or its inspiration) but I wish to try and keep my stuff as SFW and fluffy as I can.
Anime/Kemonomimi type monster girls are the reason I went down the monster loving path so expect those kind of monster folk to be mentioned from time to time (Monster girl anime, mangas, and games tend to be hella NSFW but I'll try to keep things as SFW as I can).
I am pretty laid-back and, while there are particular things that do make me uncomfortable, this is a monster fucker blog so I don't think I have much room to judge. All is welcome as long as you give everyone proper respect.
Things in this list will likely be changed, fixed, or added later on. I hope you enjoy whatever nonsense I spew, reader!
The chimaeras from Monster Girl Encyclopedia is actually kind of fascinating if you think about it. With how they're set up, being multiple personalities that may take the reins when one is needed for a situation, we could probably view them as being a system/plural.
The lion's impulsive yet magnificent and belligerent personality may come out when the chimaera needs to be straight-forward. To go on the attack when things get unpleasant.
The dragon's noble, yet overbearing and prudent personality may come out when the chimaera feels the need to protect something.
The goat's highly intelligent, yet warm disposition may show it's face when the chimaera needs to take a moment to think straight and provide more than what the dragon's protectiveness might lack.
The snake's deeply jealous and cunning personality might rear its head to keep the chimaera from being pushed around. Its jealousy makes it want to be selfish for the sake of not losing anything dear to it. With its cunning as to further help protect. Whether it's a something, someone, or even herself.
That is completely up to interpretation, of course.
Mech anon again, funny you should mention knight/princess because one time I got her all flustered at work by swearing a vow of fealty.
So that feels like an accurate comparison tbh
Theres little stuff that makes it mech though
Like the way she asks how I am and gets me to specify what is hurting where and how so she can give me the best suited meds = diagnosis and maintenance.
I do all the driving but she does the navigating so there’s been plenty of times she’ll just say to turn and my upper brain function devotes to following her direction.
Its the nuances 🤌
You're going to make me jealous, Mech Anon.
What's more exciting than the imagery of a giant metallic beast declaring their devotion to their pilot in a way beyond their intended purpose of merely protecting in their programming?
Ooohoho. I hope that mech/pilot bond you both have keeps chugging as smoothly as a well maintained train.
Irl I am larger than my gf and just as a matter of practicality I do a lot of the physical tasks. She’s also very spirited and often talks about wanting someone to try her so she can fight them.
Its sooooo easy to let my mind slip into mech mode, she wants tissues so she asks orders me to grab them so I lumber my frame on over and hold up two boxes for her to pick a design, she points, I bring it. I am the machine but my pilot is a hothead who I just know im gomna have to go overboard to protect without orders one day
This is like a different flavor of royal knight and princess dynamic but without the royalty and sounds more badass (to me at least).
I like fantasizing about being someone's knight but y'know what. Being someone's mech, their lumbering yet devoted machine, sounds amazing too. The way you imagine it is phenomenal.
The intimacy between you and your mech's artificial intelligence when you both find yourselves having to hunker down and hide away, all alone with no way to communicate to others, for the sake of healing injuries and making repairs.
Imagine a situation that's something like what happened to that hiding broomistega and slumbering thrinaxodon.
But instead of two triassic creatures, without getting drowned in mud and turned into fossils... It's you and a brumating lamia staying warm on a cold night.
Imagine finding a natural hot spring during a trek through the mountains. Nobody else is around so why not enjoy a moment to yourself? So you start getting undressed and, despite your earlier note, you feel like you're being watched. Which you try to dismiss as the gaze of curious wildlife. Maybe you'll get the chance to see a macaque or some other type of sauna lounging monkey? It's a fun thought that helps ease that momentary anxiety.
Easing your body into the water, you feel your aching muscles loosen up as you let out an audible sigh of relief from the pleasant sensation. Unaware of the domain you've put yourself in, in quite a revealing fashion.
As you lay there in bliss, feeling like Iroh when he too found a nice little natural spring, the water begins to shift around you as forms camouflaged in the blue and white of the water and warm mist begins to emerge. Feminine physiques that only become obvious when they're just close enough to almost touch you, causing you to gasp in surprise as your back presses further against the rocks you're laid against.
Water nymphs, and a hot springs variant no less! You've read and heard of ones that live in oceans, lakes, and rivers but never ones that live up in the scarce and boiling waters up in the mountains.
Oh, and how curious they are. Some have never seen someone like you in a long time and others have never at all. Their hair like cascading waterfalls, eyes like foggy pools, and skin that you think looks a bit translucent yet one cannot be sure in these steamy conditions. Though it becomes difficult to start wandering on that as you feel hands start to trickle up your skin under the glassy surface. Nervous panic flooding your body, yet it gets quickly doused when a particular spot of your body gets touched... and you couldn't help but start laughing.
The aquatic spirits back off startled. Looking at each other in wordless queries before the air becomes filled with pleased, melodic giggles that swiftly begin to settle and swim around in your mind. With the initial curiosities out of the way, the nymphs begin to relax around you. Now respecting your boundaries, despite how much they enjoyed hearing that lovely noise you made, but they get to enjoy hearing more of your voice as you decide to fill the air with rambling. To your delight and surprise, they're hooked on every word. Wanting to learn more about the world that they've become disconnected to because of their distance and altitude.
As much as every individual of that pool would enjoy for this interaction to go on longer, you'd rather not prune up too much or feel like a half boiled lobster, so you decide it's time to go home. Your new friends range from understanding, to sad, to disappointed, but you promise that you'll return again with more tales and stories to tell. Who knows, maybe you'll finally convince more buddies of yours to hike with you next time? Or... maybe not. Maybe it would be best to keep this area, inhabited by the most breathtakingly beautiful women you've ever met, a secret. The naiads couldn't agree more.
Many minotaurs seem to resemble domestic dairy and beef cows. Wouldn't that mean that there is a possibility of old/ancient minotaurs resembling the auroch, the wild ancestor of domestic cattle?
Imagine a modern minotaur, or a person who is only familiar with modern minotaurs, running into a much larger humanoid bovine living quietly and secretly in the wilderness. An auroch minotaur unaware of the world beyond its domain, perhaps wary of the presence of a newcomer due to knowing what has happened to its feral counterpart.
A chance to learn about the descendents of their lost kin or a chance to see that not all humans wish to raise their rifle at such a fascinating beast.
monsterfuckery isn’t always about weird creature sex. sometimes it’s about laying in bed lonely and there’s a chittering sound in the dark and something warm and scaly slides up your body and flicks its tongue on your ear and sharp claws grab your hips and she purrs behind you. and you smile because your wife is home from work
"can i snuggle the werewolf" "can it bite me" "can we read together" i need to be clear here: the werewolf wants nothing to do with you. it has a book and it wants to read it
