S T A R ✧ F L E S H

musing / ask / sometimes rp blog for MONSTATRON’S characters of the monstarous mythos.

[monstarousmythos]

IN THE BEGINNING…

THERE WAS NOTHING…

horrors beyond belief summoned

by CATO

MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT

LOW ACTIVITY AND SLOW DMS! i am a full time college student and filmmaker, so i’m quite busy!

FOLLOWS BACK FROM MY MAIN BLOG: @monstatron

welcome to the MONSTAROUS MYTHOS, a pantheon of trillions. this plane is both the past and present, the universe and nothingness. it is simply what the cosmic essence of existence deems it to be.

this is a blog dedicated to the characters of this infinite plane. here you will primarily find musings, inspiration (such as musings, gifs, and more), and the occasional in character reaction. please feel free to reblog from me!

this is NOT primarily a roleplay blog and i will only roleplay with people i ask to first, sorry! tentative on dash writing, so for now i may just do things here and there.

i will also post artwork such as sketches and work related to the monstarous characters. please always feel free to send me asks about or for my ocs! i will try to answer ic as much as possible!

for now, ZERO shipping. my characters have established stories! ( i may ship if i’m comfortable with it !! )

MAIN MUSES

Thistle Khousuuh

Empress Dolvaxath

Other muses available below!

[monstarousmythos]

( i would like to try to revive this blog, but i've been so busy and haven't had much time at all for tumblr threads... plus, i'm not sure who's really writing on tumblr nowadays haha )

[monstarousmythos]

( HI IM ALIVEEEE i’m gonna try to do some dash game things next week when things have calmed down :3 )

[disgustinggf]

you're so cute i need to bite a chunk out of your arm

[fyanimaldiversity]

Polar bear x grizzly bear hybrid (U. maritimus × U. arctos)

[monstarousmythos]

WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE?

for KEZNIM.

soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

tagged by : @mutatiio

tagging, for a muse of your choice : @chitteringbeast , @divcrse , @amalgamatus , and anybody who sees this!

[bi-demon-ium]

MILLIGAN WETHERALL in SEASON TWO of THE MYSTERIOUS BENEDICT SOCIETY

[divcrse-deactivated20240323]

he paused briefly at his words, inhaling deeply ---- he could smell it too, the fresh blood. he placed the cloth down and began to search his own frame, lifting his shirt briefly to check for bites or scratches and so far, nothing was found. he couldn't help but exhale slowly, letting out a breath of relief when he couldn't find anything. he turned his attention towards the other and blinked. ❝ it's not me. could it have been you? ❞ he asked. ❝ are you hurt? ❞

[monstarousmythos]

Thistle’s eyes widened at the mention of it. It could have been him. He sniffed the air a bit more before turning to notice something on his side: a cut. His brows furrowed, “Seems like it,” he sighed out, a hand moved to lift his shirt. Fortunately cut wasn’t deep, probably something he got while they were running earlier.

“Ain’t bad though, I swear it,” Thistle covered the wound before he could let Youngjae get a good look at it. But it did hurt. “We should… keep movin’ before more of those things show up.”

[flowerytale]

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″

[amalgamatus]

@monstarousmythos

[weusedtobegiants]

Merging with others my fate, am I not you in the dark?

Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts

[amalgamatus]

@monstarousmythos

[imdatingurmom]

How long can you lick a wound before the taste of blood no longer scares you.

Sonya Vatomsky, “Spring Flowers,” from Salt Is for Curing

[amalgamatus]

@monstarousmythos

[weusedtobegiants]

The story that I fall in love again in the middle of apocalypse or after massacre—

Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts

[amalgamatus]

@monstarousmythos

[mutatiio-moved]

management was of no interest to him. he'd sought it throughout the clone war. now that he has it, he has no desire to maintain it. he had been taught how to extract information out of people, how to effectively torture things out of them, but not how to rub elbows and negotiate rather than take. with power and resources now at his disposal, he typically ignores his own empire. leaving it to the capable hands of vos until he is needed or in need.

his time is better spent elsewhere.

plundering sith temples was no easy feat. jedi secrets even more difficult - the newest crimson dawn lieutenant had dealt with the last few of those. the jedi, much like the sith, kept their information and tools well guarded. maul would have appreciated their paranoid secrecy if his own quest was not so pressed for time.

sidious had not caught his scent yet. however, he's come to question his certainty on the matter.

he's noticed a wookiee when exploring the last few temples. lingering about, suspicious but keeping his distance. the first time he'd been concerned - very few loiter around a sith temple. the atmosphere too foreboding, as though being compressed by the air itself. the second he'd been certain sidious sent a bounty hunter after him, had almost struck the being down right there. logic won before that happened.

why would sidious instruct him to wait?? he would not waste time, not after maul escaped him.

it is not surprising when he sees the ship. though he does not recognise it, he does recognise the scent. just as before, a freshness that is completely foreign to this abandoned moon. it's mingled with the overpowering smell of oil. but it trails away from the ship. in the generally direction of, predictably, the temple.

he follows it. does very little to mask his approach. though he could if he wanted to, his mechanical legs make it far more difficult. each step was heavier, the sound of different parts softly whirring. he need not hide. he would cut this being down should he need to.

golden eyes land on white furr a few moments before he's noticed. he's a few paces away when the wookiee turns, his gaze shifting to meet a scowl.

the question irritates. there is only one person in the galaxy he would follow anywhere and he is deceased. a brow ridge briefly rises. " why would i waste my time following the likes of you?? "

[monstarousmythos]

Keznim’s winter brows furrowed. That was an answer he simply would not settle for. He knew when he was being followed, and this had happened enough times that it seemed less and less of a coincidence. The thought of killing him already crossed the wookiee’s mind, but it seemed unfair to make that choice, especially when he had shown no outward hostility towards him. Perhaps this stranger wanted something from him.

Well, quite frankly he’d be getting nowhere with internal ponderings and fruitless conclusions.

Keznim’s arm’s crossed over his broad chest. For a few moments his icy gaze burned into the other, as if he was assessing him. His eyes tilted downward then up again, examining the zabrak as best he could from where he stood. There was a tentative expression that washed upon his face, pondering his next course of action before his arms slithered from his chest and rose again.

“You must have a reason,” he began, a low chuff leaving his nose. “You might as well tell me if we’ve gotten this far,” Keznim added, his lips twitching slightly in form of a faint, sarcastic grin.

His paws upturned, his shoulders shrugged. He didn’t see the stranger as a threat, if he was a real threat he would have attacked by now. Quite frankly, he’d rather not fight. “Unless you’re too afraid to admit it.”

Feed the fire. Why not. Keznim wasn’t in a rush.

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

[monstarousmythos]

@amalgamatus

[lyricallymnded]

worst in me // citizen soldier feat. loveless

[thememedaddy]

[chitteringbeast]

@monstarousmythos

Lark was well accustomed to life on his own. His remaining family was spread far and wide, but it wasn't like croctaurs were very family oriented after a certain age.

Still, it was lonely.

The only real company that he had was a small plover bird he had named Rover. A creature that had attached itself to him in a symbiotic relationship. Lark kept him safe and he cleaned the gunk out of his teeth after big meals.

Usually he knew when people were coming close to his island and his stretch of territory. He was diligent in its protection, but he wasn't expecting someone to appear practically out of thin air and faceplant directly into the sand.

He grumbled and dropped his bundle of driftwood, keeping the longest in his hand to poke at the being.

"Either speak up or I ain't gonna let ya go to waste."

[monstarousmythos]

All that Thistle remembered were the corridors and the sting of iron on his tongue. The red corridors were made up of flesh and blood, a meaty, organic structure that seemed to go on forever. He was more than familiar with that place, though he tread unfamiliar waters whenever he wrapped his curious claws around a soft doorknob, turning it and entering worlds unknown.

It wasn’t like he came here on purpose. He never did. He didn’t know these worlds he entered and exited, every new universe was a new adventure. No matter what, Thistle always found a way back home; there was no way that the Ekanox would let him dwell far from it for long.

That being said, Thistle wasn’t exactly pleased to wake up by a stick prodding his shoulder and a mouthful of sand. His pointed ears flickered back and he let out a disgruntled chitter. “Huh? Whad’ya mean by that?”

He pouted slightly, moving to swat the stick away from him. “If you’re thinkin’ of eatin’ me, I can assure you I don’t taste that good,” he sat back on his hind legs, his large tail curling around himself. The dragon’s eyes began to adjust, gazing at the stranger tiredly. “Where am I?”