Mon-Stories

Just a place for stories I write about monster girls and the guys who get to deal with them.

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Horsing Around

Comic Con was always a crowded affair, David had been to enough of them to be well aware of that. This one, however, was a new experience for him almost as much as it was for Hyla, his centaur friend. It was her first Con, and his (as well as The) first Con since the various extraspecies populations had started to integrate with human society. So everyone present was on a strangely even footing for new experiences. Hyla, in her typical fashion, made a set of actual armor to wear. She did an exquisite job of replicating Saber's armor, and David followed suit by putting together a costume for Shirou.

After a little trouble at the entrance, they had an amazing time the rest of the day. There was the usual cast of characters that David had grown to expect: The army of Deadpools, Harley Quinns, and Poison Ivys were out in full force. Though, there were new trends he had not seen before. There were, for example, a distressingly large number of lamia Solid Snakes, arachne Spiderwomen, and harpy angels. The organizers had done their best to compensate for the fact that some of the people attending needed a lot more space than they were used to accommodating, but in the end there's only so much that you can do. Still, with Hyla leading the way, she and David were able to cut through the crowds easily enough to get wherever they were going. In fact, David frequently found himself struggling to keep pace with the excited centaur as she trotted from stall to stall, and would all but break into a full gallop when it was safe to do so. As the day drew to an end David had considered it quite the successful outing. Hyla, though, was switching between lamenting that they had not been able to attend every event they had wanted to at the start of the day (no matter how much David told her that was just the way of things) and visibly reconsidering her position on being a 'packhorse' to pickup more mementos to commemorate their first Con together. In the end they did go back to get a few last items before calling it a day. As they made their way out, David noticed an oddity that he could not explain by the more diverse crowd of attendees this year. The crowd seemed to be getting heavier as they left, and almost no one was moving out towards the parking lots. The two of them exchanged a look, and then began shouldering through the crowd to see what the commotion was all about. Once they could actually see what it was, they stopped short: Hyla looking nervous, and David looking accusingly. The crowd of people were taking part in what they likely assumed was a sword in the stone display. "Hyla, do you remember what happened this morning at the entrance?" "The man wouldn't let me in if I had my sword with me," she confirmed. "And you said you'd go take care of it, right?" he continued. "Which I did." "By embedding it into the sidewalk?" He resisted shouting, if only just barely. "Well, it's still there," Hyla pointed out. "Fair enough," David said. "So maybe we should just come back later when there's fewer people so you can get it back." "Why can't I just take it now?" "Do you want to explain to the nice police officer over there how the sword got there in the first place?" he asked. "Right." She thought for a second, before nodding in decision. "Run for it!" Instead of giving him a chance to follow her order, she just scooped him up and took off on a gallop. David was about to tell her that this was inherently more suspicious than almost anything else she could have done, but then he remembered that this was probably the one time and place where a fully armored figure tearing down the street would not be viewed as anything unusual.

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Warming Up To The Idea

Gene woke up in the hotel room, and felt that something was off right away. He did not feel cold, but could not stop shivering all the same. A moment later, his teeth actually started chattering. He made his way to the air conditioner and flipped open the panel. "What's up?" came a voice from behind him. "Morning Cinder," he answered automatically. Her habit of sliding under doors had long since rendered him immune her surprise entrances. "AC got turned way up somehow."

"Weird," Cinder commented as she slid up next to him. Visually she could have been mistaken for a reddish, opaque slime, but Gene knew that was not the case. She was actually some sort of lava girl. Gene had yet to figure out how she avoided incinerating everything in a twenty foot radius around herself, but he could feel warmth radiating off of her. He took a second to adjust the air conditioning a bit before stepping closer to Cinder. Just as he could start to feel the cold being chased out of him the warmth from Cinder's body retreated away. She hadn't moved an inch, yet the heat was gone all the same. He took a step closer and found the warmth again; only for it to fade away again. He started to take another step, but the look Cinder shot him stopped him short. "What is it?" "Well," he answered. "It's just so cold, and you're always so warm, and..." "Yes?" "And it feels like you keep getting cooler or something," he finished. Cinder nodded. "Yes, that's because I'm trying to keep myself from getting too hot. Have I been doing alright so far?" "Maybe just a little warmer?" Gene suggested. "Oh?" She tilted her head quizzically. "It's just that I'm really cold, and if you don't mind I was hoping..." "You were hoping?" Cinder echoed with as much innocence as she could cram into the words. "You're messing with me." "I'm messing with you." "Why?" "Do you remember that conversation we had the other day?" she asked. "The one about your 'observations' on lamias?" A sense of growing dread crept over him. "Yes." "Good. Well now that you're nice and cold maybe you can understand, how did it go?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Why 'they're always clinging all over people?' Is that how it went?" "I'm sensing some hostility here," he said. "Not at all." She held her arms wide open. "I'm just helping to answer your question." Ignoring cries of 'it's a trap' in his head, he accepted her invitation and wrapped his arms around her. The warmth from her body seeped into his, giving him an instant, almost aching relief from the chill that had settled into him overnight. "Feeling better?" Cinder teased. Gene could only mumble an answer. "Well it certainly looks like you are." "Huh?" It took him a second to realize that he had let himself sink into her body. He tried to stand back up in embarrassment, but she held him fast in place. "So," she adopted a lecturing tone. "The next time you see someone cold blooded trying to warm up with another person's help, what are you going to do?" "Not comment on it?" he ventured. "Good. I think that will do it for the lesson." Then a mischievous smile spread across her face. "Now, do you want me to let you out now?" Gene thought it over for a second. "Maybe not quite yet?" he asked sheepishly.

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Clearing Things Up

Percy entered the library with trepidation. He spent this period as a student aide, but was normally in a different area of the school. Today, however, he had been told that they needed an extra pair of hands in the library. And the library meant Stheno. She was not at her usual post at the front desk. Percy poked his head into the back room, and there she was, her snake-like lower body coiled up to fit into the confines of the small room. "Um, hello?" he called out.

Stheno's head shot up immediately. Percy had always been convinced that no amount of red snake-hair or fangs would be enough to distract from the fact that Stheno was a very gorgeous gorgon. The way that her gorgeous features always settled into an intense glare upon seeing him, however, was. "They said they wanted me to help out here today," he pressed on. "Any idea where they want me?" Her eyes slid back to the books she was checking over. "You can help out here with me," she mumbled out. She held out a paper for him. "Just check what we have against what inventory says we should have, ok?" "You got it." Percy grabbed the paper and set to work. It was time consuming, that was certain. It was also mindless enough that there was little to distract him from just how oppressively silent the little room was as they worked through their lists. "Hey, mind if I ask you a question?" Stheno stopped her work and turned her stern glare to him. "Alright." 'No turning back now,' Percy told himself. "Have I done something to upset you?" Her whole body tensed up. "What?" "Well, it's just that every time you see me, you look like you get really angry," he explained uncertainly. Stheno lunged, her tail acting as a spring to propel her forward. She crashed into him and knocked him to the floor. "No!" "What?" Percy was caught off guard that he did not even try to struggle against being pinned down. "I don't," she said. "I absolutely don't want you getting confused about that." At that moment, the glare that he was used to seeing from her was gone. Without it, there was nothing to distract Percy from how soft and delicate her features were, or how close she was. "I just wanted to see you properly," she explained. "I have really, really bad eyesight." "So why not wear glasses?" Seth asked. Stheno shook her head. "I get terrible headaches." "But straining your eyes all day doesn't?" She shook her head in response. "So you were just trying to see me?" She blushed and nodded. Realization hit him, and Percy blushed as well. There was a moment of awkward silence before Stheno realized with a start that she was still holding Percy to the floor, and jumped back to let him up. "Thanks." "You're welcome." Another silence began to stretch between them. "So," Percy said, before the silence grew too long. "Maybe we could go out sometime? Together?" Stheno jumped in surprise. "Really?" "Yeah, I mean, I kind of didn't talk to you as much as I might have because of my whole," he struggled for the right word. "Misunderstanding. So maybe that'd be a good way to get to know each other better?" Instead of an answer, she wrapped him in an enthusiastic hug. After the initial surprise wore off, Percy was unsure of which was more distracting: Her body pressing against his, or her hair wrapping around his head and neck. "What's going on in here?" A voice called out before he could decide. The pair of them sprang apart on reflex and echoed the word "nothing." The teacher looked them over for a moment more before saying, "Alright, just get the work done," and leaving. The two of them returned to work, in a silence much more comfortable than the ones before it.

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Midnight Snack

The last thing John remembered was taking the sleep aid, and going to bed. For the past few weeks he had been feeling constantly tired, and while he did not think he had been sleeping less than normal, he did not have any other ideas for what to do. He was not sure how he would feel upon waking up. He thought he was sure he would not be woken up by a kick to the stomach, but that turned out to be wrong. After a second of sputtering confusion, his head cleared enough that he could observe his surroundings again. It was still dark out, but before he could check the time there came the sounds of someone tearing through his bathroom, muttering angrily.

Wishing desperately that he had something that could serve as a weapon, he approached the bathroom. It was almost a letdown when he was confronted with a petite, dark haired girl that could not have been any older than him, and might have been a few years younger. She was preoccupied with her frantic search of the closet, and did not seem to have noticed him yet. "What are you doing in my house?" John demanded. The girl spun around in surprise, her glowing red eyes locking onto him. "Ah, good," she took a second to regain her composure. John was about to question her again, but before he had the chance she spoke again. "Get me the heaviest blanket you own," she ordered, looking straight into his eyes. John turned around, and went to the bedroom closet. Once he had retrieved the heavy bedspread his parents had insisted he have, despite never using it, he returned to the red eyed girl. "Good. Now, quickly," she said as she led him to his bedroom window. "Cover this up. Keep the sunlight from getting through." John set to work, and a few minutes later had created a barrier that would keep the room free from daylight. The second it was finished the girl visibly relaxed, and John's mind cleared a moment later. He shook his head, trying to clear off the last of whatever had possessed him to go along with this intruder's orders. "Ok, what was that?" "I just borrowed you for a moment," the girl said plainly. "Considering what you did it was only fair." "What I did? You-" "You poisoned your blood against me." She pointed at him in accusation. "What?" "Your blood," she repeated slowly. "You did something to it. It knocked me out when I drank it. It's almost dawn, so I'm stuck here now." "Right." John rolled his eyes. "Because you're a vampire." In answer to his sarcasm, the vampire girl grabbed his arm, turned it palm up and sank her teeth into his wrist. Instead of pain, John only felt a thick warmth seeping from his arm into the rest of his body. He idly tried to pull his arm free, but she held it fast in place. All the while the vampire girl kept her eyes locked onto his, and he could not help but notice just how cute she looked in doing so. Soon enough, she released his wrist and the pair of them watched as the puncture marks disappeared. "Ok. Vampire," John conceded as he stumbled back in numb shock. "Yes," she said with hint of pride. "And since you are responsible for my being confined in this place, I shall have you watch over me while I sleep for the day." John stared at her incredulously. "Why would I do that?" "Because I've been so considerate and careful to not hurt you with any of my previous visits to you, so it would be polite of you to return the favor." "You've been here before?" John was starting to feel dizzy, whether it was from shock, blood loss, or the last traces of medicine in him he could not say. Either way, a second later he fell stumbling to the floor. "Wait," she cried. "You can't go to sleep! The Sun's almost up, and you're supposed to watch over me." She stomped her foot in irritation, as she could already feel herself wavering. She reached down and tried to pull him back up to his feet. "Come on. Hurry." She gave one last pull, but only managed to lose her balance and fall on top of him. Seconds later the pair of them slept soundly together.

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Equivalent Exchange

Philip tried to go to bed early, and for a moment he thought that he was going to succeed this time around. This time, the interruption came in the form of Devi climbing into bed with him. He had managed to convince the devil girl to ditch her red skin and yellow eyes for more human tones, but she refused to drop the wings or horns on the grounds of pride. More pressingly at the moment, however, was her decision to keep her initial bombshell 'hi, I'm lust' body build. "Devi?" Philip called out. "Yes," she answered while wrapping him up in her arms. "Um, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She punctuated this question by starting at pulling his shirt off. "Hey, hey!" He tried to scramble away, but failed to make any progress until Devi herself pulled away from him. "What's wrong?" "Well, I mean isn't that kind of," he floundered around, looking for the right words. "Forward? And dangerous, or something, with a human and a devil?" Devi's face split into a mischievous grin. "Aw, what's the matter?" She moved to straddle herself on top of him and leaned down until her face was inches from his own. "Worried I'm going to gobble up your little soul?" She laughed incredulously. "Oh, come on. I took that a long time ago." Even with the warmth of her body pressing against him, that statement sent a chill down Phillip's spine. "What, didn't you know that?" Devi asked with genuine confusion. He shook his head numbly. "Right," Devi shook her head ruefully. "Sometimes I forget just how uneven your education is in this stuff. "It happened when you summoned me here. I get your soul," she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest. "And you get mine. That's how these things work." "And that's... safe?" "Think of it like my version of a marriage contract," Devi explained happily. "So, there's nothing wrong with us... playing together." She punctuated this statement by reaching down below the belt on Phillip and taking matters into her own hands so to speak. Then she looked surprised, followed by offended. "Hey!" "Sorry! It's just a little, um. I mean, I'm kind of," he tried to find an explanation. "That's all a lot to take in and I'm kind of, I don't know." "But what about me? What if I want a lot to take in too?" Devi whined. "Devi!" "Ok, ok," she placated. "I get it." She laid herself down, and wrapped herself around Philip. "I'll be here once you change your mind." While he did not expect to get much sleep that night anyway, having Devi sleeping soundly next to him certainly expecting to make it even longer, harder, and more filled with thoughts that lead to phrasing things like that.

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friend: why are you in a rush?

me: i gotta get home

friend: why?

me: i've fulfilled my quota for socializing today

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Summer Showers

The storm came about without warning, and so Jack and Yuki found themselves caught out in it without an umbrella or anything else that might have been used to keep the rain off. So, by the time that they beat it back to their apartment they were both soaked. Jack ran off to grab some towels, Yuki opted to stay at the entrance and not make more of a mess than was needed. It was only when Jack returned with the towels and she tried to reach for one that the snow girl noticed that something was wrong.

Her body felt like it was stuck in place, and after a few fruitless attempts to get herself moving again, Yuki realized what had happened. "What's wrong?" Jack asked. "Are you okay?' "I think the water froze on me," Yuki admitted stiffly. "What?" Jack rushed forward to help, but stopped short when it hit him that he had no idea what 'helping' would be in this sort of situation. "Just help me get my arms loose," she advised. "Right," he said, as he snapped into action. After a few seconds of diligently working at her arms, he added, "so, I didn't know this sort of thing could happen to you." "Neither did I," she tried to shrug. "I've never been caught in a rainstorm before. Alright. I think I've got it." With her arms free to help keep her balance, Yuki quickly kicked and worked her legs free enough that she could stiffly walk her way to the bathroom to take care of the problem more completely. Once there she was able to strip off her icy clothes, wash away the rest of the ice buildup, and properly dry herself off. A short time later she came back out, wearing a fresh change of clothes. To her confusion, Jack was rinsing his hands off in the sink. The reason why dawned on her when she saw the familiar way he was rubbing his hands together. "Oh hey," he said, cutting off her question before she started it. "Sorry, hands just got a bit cold," he added, downplaying the aching chill that had set into him by the time Yuki had run off. Yuki started towards him, but pulled herself back before the first step. Jack just looked at her quizzically. "I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I'm sorry I can't be warm, and help you get warm, and hold you, and-" "Alright, that's enough," Jack interrupted. "That's not something you should apologize for. Besides," he placed his hand on her head. "You being cold hasn't ever been a problem before. Remember? This time was just a weird thing from you not being used to living in warmer places." "Yes, but I should have known something like that would happen." "Should you?" he asked. "I'm the one who's supposed to be helping you get used to this new environment. So shouldn't I have known?" "So you're saying we both messed up?" Yuki asked. Jack nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right." "Are you going to leave your hand there?" "I might," he said thoughtfully as he gave her head a contemplative pat. She ducked away from him, and turned away before her face got too red. "Alright, knock it off." "Oh come on, don't be so-" "Don't say it. Don't even say it." "Shy?" "That wasn't what you were going to say and you know it," she huffed. "Maybe." "Alright," she conceded. "Get them out of your system. What followed was a veritable avalanche of cold themed puns.

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Over 50 Followers!

So, yeah. I now have over 50 followers. That’s just really awesome. I know I don’t really talk much here, but I just wanted to say that I really do appreciate you all. So, yeah, I’m really not sure where to go with this, other than to say thank you. (Now you know my dark secret. I talk so little because I am a giant ball of awkwardness.)

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Don’t Fear One of the Reapers

Terry saw the crowd react to Dea before he saw her himself. Once she came into view, though, he understood why everyone was moving so quickly to give her a wide berth. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and short skirt, both jet black, and both showing off her skeletal left limbs. When she saw Terry, she gave an enthusiastic wave that sent the people near her scurrying away.

"Hi! I'm so glad you called back. I was starting to worry you'd gotten a little, you know," she glanced at the people around them. "Freaked out." "Well, you did leave a pretty strong impression," he admitted. "Oh come on." She wrapped her arm around his. "You were fine." "I guess," he said, ignoring the fact that he did, in fact, almost die. "Anyway, want to grab a cup of coffee before the movie? There's a place right over... there?" While there was a coffee shop nearby, there was also an unusually large crowd of people milling about outside, trying to peer inside. The pair curiously approached the crowd. Terry managed to get someone's attention and ask, "Any idea what's going on here?" "I think one of their machines blew or something," the onlooker said with a shrug. "Was anyone hurt?" Dea cut in. "Like, really badly?" The man took a proper look at Dea and paled. "No. No one was hurt at all. Everyone's fine and healthy." "Great!" She cheered. "Alright. Let's go. Nothing to see here." Without further discussion, she grabbed Terry by the arm and dragged him off towards the theater. The short walk there was uneventful, as was the ticket line. Once inside, though, they didn't have more than a moment before a loud bang and an explosion of movement signaled a second mechanical mishap of the day; this time with the popcorn maker. Terry rushed over and found that, miraculously, no one appeared to be hurt here either. He turned to Dea to let her know the good news, but stopped short when he saw the dark look on her face. "Hey? You alright? I mean, I know it's bad luck, but no one's hurt or anything at least. Right?" "No," she stated flatly. "This isn't bad luck." Then she added more loudly, "You can come out now, Tacita." "Who?" "Me," a stern voice answered from behind him. Terry wheeled around in surprise and found himself looking up at a hooded figure that bore a striking resemblance to Dea, save for the notable difference of this new figure lacking the skin that would have covered her lower jaw, leaving exposed her perfectly white bone and teeth. This, combined with the set of her eyes and upper lip made her look as if she were frowning and grinning all at once. "Um, hi?" "Terry, this is my sister Tacita," Dea sighed. "Who is supposed to be keeping watch over humans today instead of me, not keeping tabs on me." "There have been many humans that have come perilously close to needing my services on this day," she stated with grave seriousness. "That they have been close to you and this human that has seduced you is a complete coincidence." Dea blushed furiously as she tried to stammer out a response. "That's not... just go," she finally managed to get out. "I mean, come on, you're embarrassing me," she added on bashfully. Tacita nodded slowly. "Alright, I will leave you two alone. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, sister." Terry had a feeling that he was being deliberately left off of people that she did not mean to make uncomfortable. That feeling became a certainty when Tacita discretely shot him an 'I've got my eye on you' gesture on her way out. "So. Ready for the movie?" Dea asked as if nothing odd had just happened. Terry took a quick look around the lobby to see all the people staring at them with varying levels of obviousness. "Yes. Absolutely, let's go."

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Yes, you!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, DOPPEL!

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Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

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Sick Day, Snow Day

Jack was torn between fetching the remote so he could turn on the TV and having something to distract himself from his aching, feverish body, and having to move his aching, feverish body to do so. Life then handed him a third option in the form of Yuki bursting into his room. "Yuki?" He asked. "Why are you here? I told you I'm sick." The snow girl nodded in acknowledgement. "And that's why I decided to come by and help you out today." "You didn't have to," he said. "But thanks."

"Of course," she smiled coolly. Then, without preamble, she leaned down over him and pressed her forehead against his. He gasped slightly in response to both the contact itself, but also the welcome shock of almost painfully cool relief that came with it. "Oh my," Yuki murmured after a moment. She pulled back, but not by much. Jack could clearly see the concern growing in her eyes, and even feel the coolness of her breath against him as she spoke again. "You're really burning up. Right?" "Yeah," he confirmed. The look in her eyes forced him to look away in embarrassment. "It's not that bad. Really." "Of course not," she said. "Still, just hold on for a second while I get set up for you." She stepped out of his field of vision for a moment. When she came back, she was holding a thick blanket. Before he could object though, she wrapped it around herself instead of him. Once she was securely wrapped up, she casually picked him up and slid herself onto the bed under him. Through the thick material the coolness of her body turned from a sharp shock to a gentle wave passing over him. "Better?" she asked from her newly seated position. "Yes," he admitted, while being secretly glad for the ready excuse for why his face was so red. "But isn't that kind of uncomfortable for you?" "Don't worry, I've taken care of that too." From where he was seated, Jack could not see the ice chair that Yuki had created for herself on the head of his bed. "So just focus on feeling better." "Yeah, okay," he answered drowsily. Then, through his sickness and fatigue addled mind, he thought of a question and failed to think of any reason not to ask it. "Hey, why is it that all extraspecies girls seem to be so strong? Like you just picked me up like it was nothing. Most humans couldn't do that?" "That's an odd thing to ask," she said, and Jack swore he could hear the curious little head tilt that she gave in the tone of her voice. "I mean, if we're all strong, then aren't none of us strong?" "Yeah, but-" "And the odd one out would be the weak one?" she continued teasingly. "Wait, you're making fun of me," he protested. "Just a bit," she admitted. Then she reached a hand out and gently pressed his head back against her chest. "Don't worry about that for now, and just get some sleep." "No, humanity will not stand for this," was the last thing he managed to mumble out before falling asleep.

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Double Dullahan

Collin had always described himself as 'not a morning person,' or at least he had until he moved in with his new roommates. He had already gotten himself up and gotten some breakfast ready by the time the dullahan sisters came trudging out from their room. Even in their disheveled state Ban and Dubh managed to look identical, save for their hair. Both wore their hair long to their waists, but Ban's was a perfect, shining white whereas Dubh's was absolutely pitch black.

Ban took a seat next to him, while Dubh when rummaging about in the kitchen. "Hey," Collin called out. "Can you grab me the syrup while you're in there?" "Sure," Dubh mumbled. Then, without warning, Ban lurched over and fell on top of him. The sisters let out matching cries of surprise, and a moment later Collin heard what sounded like Dubh hitting the floor too. "What's going on?" she cried from the kitchen. "I don't know," her sister said as she clumsily climbed off of Collin, a feat she only accomplished after losing her head and accidentally cuffing Collin a couple times. "My body just kind of moved." "Yeah, mine too." "Wait," Ban said. "Don't move." "Okay," Dubh answered even as she stood back up. "Hey! What's going on?" "Collin, would you pick me up please?" Ban asked. "Right, sure." He knelt down and scooped her head up into his arms. Once she was up and able to see the situation properly, Ban took a moment to survey everything before her entire face began to all but glow red in embarrassment. "Sis, I think you have my body." "Really? Again?" Dubh said with calm indifference. Her body, on the other hand, desperately scrambled over to put her head back on the right shoulders. "Again?" Collin echoed. "How many times could this happen, and how could you not notice?" "It doesn't happen that often," Ban stressed from within his grip, while her body expectantly held out her hands, waiting for him to give her head back. Once he had passed her head back, and she was securely on her shoulders again, she added, "And we just woke up, so cut us some slack." "But it's your bodies," Collin objected. "You mean you've never done anything stupid just after getting up?" Dubh chimed in. "I might have put a plate in the toaster, and a waffle on the counter to put it on once," he admitted. "See, same thing." "But neither of those are part of me," he said. "That doesn't matter," Ban insisted. "You didn't notice that it didn't feel right, did you?" Her sister jumped in before he could object further. "Besides, how would you know how hard it is to tell if your head's on the right body?" "I... Whatever," he sighed. "Let's just eat. There's fresh coffee. I'd recommend getting a cup or three down first before doing anything else today."

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Bundle of Feathers

Al and Robin were on their way to visit Robin's sister. A fact that would not have been lost on any random passerby, given that the red-feathered harpy kept singing and cheering about the fact. There was a time when Al might have thought of this as odd, but anymore he just accepted it as another way for Robin to try to keep herself on track mentally. Once they arrived and knocked on the door, the little harpy's excitement grew to critical mass. Then it disappeared all at once when a young man answered the door.

"You're not my sister!" she cried. "No, I'm her husband," the man answered without missing a beat. "Come on in." Once inside, they quickly found their way to a near carbon copy of Robin. "Sister!" "Sister!" The pair of harpies tried to mutually glomp onto one another, and just wound up crashing into each other. "Come on," the almost Robin said. "She's just over here!" "Who's over here?" Al asked. "The surprise I told you about," Robin answered. "She didn't tell you?" the other man and woman in the room asked simultaneously. "No." "Well, here she is," she said, indicating to a small crib that Al had not noticed up until that point. When Al and Robin looked over the edge, sure enough there was a little harpy laying inside a nest of blankets. There was a noticeable difference between the baby harpy in the crib and the two adult harpies in the room. The baby looked something akin to a tailless bird with a human face. "Oh, I didn't think," Al started before he could stop himself. Then he continued less thoughtlessly, but more awkwardly, "I mean, do all harpies start so... feathery?" "Yes they do," Robin cooed. "They start out with a nice coat of feathers to keep them warm until they get big enough. Isn't that right? Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" "That's basically how it was explained to me," the other man stepped in once it became obvious that the harpy sisters were not going to stop fawning over the little one any time soon. "Harpies are born a lot smaller than humans, so they need a little bit of extra help staying warm during the initial stages of infancy." "And about how long is that?" Al asked. "Until she's big enough," the other man smiled ruefully. "Couldn't get a straight answer?" "You know it." The two humans' moment of understanding and camaraderie was interrupted when Robin's sister poked her head up and asked, "So when are you two having your first daughter?" "What?" Al managed to sputter out. "We haven't, I mean, we're not," he looked around to the others in the room for help. "We're not even, you know, dating?" "That's right," Robin chimed in suddenly. "We're not even dating yet." "Right, thank yo-" "I keep forgetting that," she continued. "Come again?" Never before had Al felt the awkwardness level rise so high, so fast. Also never before had he thought that a baby crying would be a welcome cause for a change in topic.

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The five types of writers block

Inspirationless: where you have the motivation but just can't think of anything good to write.

Motivation Deprived: you have the idea, but just, don't really wanna.

Pooped: Basically you have no ideas and don't really feel like writing anyways.

Procrastination: Where you are SO PUMPED TO GET THIS THING DONE!! But, there's that other thing, and, your show is on, and, you'll just do it tomorrow.

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Caught in a Web

Large group trips can sometimes be tricky things. When you get a bunch of people together, not all of whom knew each other particularly well before the trip, you open up the possibility of the occasional conflict occurring. For example, one of the girls on the trip might be an arachne and none of the other girls might be willing to share a room with her. There might also be a case in which there is not enough money among the group to get a separate room for a single person, leading to one of the guys being put in a room with a girl that none of the girls wanted to room with.

That was how it came to be that Adam and Elise wound up sharing a room at each hotel the group stayed in across the trip; an arrangement made less, and somehow more, awkward by their already being friends. Elise had assured him at the beginning of the trip that she was fine with things as they were. She had said, at length, that she understood that some people are not fond of spiders and that such feelings would likely lead to people not wanting to sleep in the same room as her. Still, Adam could not help but notice her growing more irritated as the days went on. This came to a head on the final morning of the trip. Instead of waking up to the alarm clock, Adam woke up to the sounds of a struggle. What he saw when he opened his eyes, he did not expect: A massive tangle of webs, with Elise herself caught in the middle of them. "Um, are you okay?" Elise froze in place. "Oh. Hi?" "So..." "I had an accident," she admitted, her face glowing red. "I didn't want to go leaving webs everywhere, and I've never gone so long without spinning any and I guess this happened." "Ah. Hang on," Adam scrambled out of bed and set to searching through his luggage. "It should be... Here!" He pulled up with a small pocketknife in hand. "Why do you have that?" "Just in case," he shrugged. Then he picked out a good spot to start, and set to cutting the webs loose. "Wait! Don't-" Elise's warning came a second too late, as he had already grabbed hold of the nearest strand, and his hand stuck fast where he gripped it. "These are sticky webs," she explained as he tried to pull his hands free. "What? Why?" "I didn't mean to," she protested. "It just sort of came out like that." Adam stopped struggling, and surveyed the situation. Elise was already completely tangled, and he had managed to now get both of his hands caught, in addition to one of his feet when he took a bad step. "Okay. Let's just calm down. I think this web's got enough give that I can cut my hands loose and we can-" A knock on their door cut off further plans. "You guys up in there?" came the voice of one of their group members. "Just give us a second," they cried in panicked unison. "Come on, we're late already," the voice replied. "Okay, we'll be out soon," Adam called back. "Really, what's taking so long?" The door opened, and they remembered with horror that extra room keys were held by designated people as some sort of security precaution. The intruder took one look at the scene before her, and before either Elise or Adam could so much as say "It's not what it looks like," she was back out of the room. "Great, now what are we supposed to do?" Elise asked. Adam sighed. "I guess just get ourselves loose, and hope that not everyone thinks that we're liars when we explain what really happened." As it so happened, once the pair emerged, breathing hard and still covered in heaps of sticky strands of webbing, everyone did think that they were lying about what happened.