You see a sign overhead on the archway as you drive through, the white banner splattered with a few errant splashes of purple paint.
(Monster Campus is a collection of 18+ monster stories set in a university plot, intended to be enjoyed both as a series and as oneshots. Feel free to send suggestions or comments for monsters you'd like to see more of or your own ideas you'd like to explore! Minors are not welcome.)
The backstory is that you're a new student attending the infamous Monster Campus. Usually humans aren't admitted to this prestigious academy, but your 1/7644th monster DNA has created an error in the system and allowed you admittance! And it'd be kinda rude to just kick you out now, so you're in for the long haul. Plus, you're making history as the first human to attend in over 1200 years since the university's conception! Which means you're quite the fresh, squishy, and hot topic at your new school.
The main staples of your monster romance can be found in your dorm, the athletics complex, the concert hall, the library–and all sorts of "new friends" can be found of all different species. You've got the standard werewolves and vampires, but also centaurs, nagas, harpies, angels, demons, creatures from the lagoon, and even Loch Ness among many more! The possibilities for breeding friendships are endless!
(Note: this is meant to be a lighthearted little adventure, so don't take it too seriously! It's just for fun <3)
Take a look at the roster so far, and feel free to click the tag on each linked introduction to find stories with each monster!
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On-Campus Roster:
Werewolf Roomie + Vampire Roomie | Naga R.A | Loch Ness Monster "Nessie" | Centaur Trackstar | Balrog Coach | Shadow Monster | Living Statue | The Pixies | King Bee | Zombie | Cyberpunk | Draconic Dean of Students | Jelly & Tentacles Janitorial | Centipede Stoner | Gorgon Admirer | The Yeti | Archangel Prof of Philosophy | Isaac the Virtuous | Plague Doctor | Orc Professor | Orc Smithing T.A | Mothman Counselor | Mimic | Harpy Prof of Monster-Human Relations
Off-Campus Roster:
Slasher Golem | Cursed Knight | Chaos
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On-Campus:
Gargoyle | Slimeboy | Headless Horseman Mascot | Minotaur Art Prof | Snow Elf Biology Prof | Prof Lyla the Witch | Siren Prof | Werewolf Prof | Revenant Prince | Living Painting | Lady of the Lake | Girlfriend AI | Succubus Prof | Drider Groundskeeper | All-Seeing Eyes | Half-Titan Tutor | + others!
Off-Campus:
The Deity | Lucifer | | Drow Prince & Tiefling Knight | The Nightmare Sub | Innkeeper Husband | Symbiote | King Jellyfish | Puppeteer | Ravenous Castle | + others!
(Note: colour highlights indicate general personality archetypes. red = mean, orange = mischievous, green = kind/friendly, blue = quiet, purple = perverted, pink = shy/loyal, and white = distinguished.)
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Yes! They live in the lower dorms so you likely won't see them much unless you're taking night courses, which are smaller classes usually only attended by nocturnal monsters. They're almost never seen on campus in the daylight, so alongside the other dungeon-dwellers you'll probably only encounter them a handful of times during your semester. Unless you go seeking them out, of course! Or a blood moon rises.
Would the Dean buy the human a castle and buy her a million dresses in general but especially after fertilizing a few dozen eggs?
Yes! Call it a dragon quirk, but Lysander likes to get you dresses and skirts that glitter with the same colours of his scales. Anything glittery and pretty and golden will be yours in an instant, and even after taking some of his eggs the gift-giving doesn't slow down, it increases. Because now he has the instinctive desire to provide not only for you, but for his little dragonlings as well that are growing inside you. He brings you gems and little golden finery and trinkets almost every day, to the point that you have to take some of them and stash them around just so he can fulfill that instinct without filling your home up with an endless amount of gold. It's a little sobering for him to come across those gifts and feel that excitement welling up even when you've hidden them yourself, but he agrees it's necessary to keep your palace from cluttering too much. Besides, one day he's going to have his precious little fire-breathers tumbling and toddling around the place, so he has to keep things organized!
What does Priam's room/bathroom look like and would he let us (re)decorate it if we asked very very nicely?
He would! The typical werewolf man that he is, he's not exactly organized; there's tufts of hair rolling around with dust bunnies and a general sense of clutter in his bedroom. Since the bathroom is shared Antón insists on keeping it clean and spotless, but Priam's personality shines through even there with his hairy brush on the counter and dribbles of toothpaste on his toothbrush holder. Otherwise, his bedroom isn't gross or dirty, it's just disorganized. He's got clothes in a pile on the floor and his gym bag kicked under the bed, a laptop open on his desk with his notebook filled with chicken scratch beside it.
There's a few photos of him and his moms taped up by the window that he wouldn't want moved, but other than that you're free to decorate as you please because Priam really doesn't mind. He likes your little personal touches in his room, it makes it feel more like home. Plus, your smell helps him sleep, so he'd gladly cuddle up with one of your little plushies or a hoodie you left behind just to feel like you're close to him.
♀️ It's even more true if you're carrying his pups, because Priam goes into nesting fever wholeheartedly. Every soft item of yours in his room is liable to become part of his stash, a whole cushion of blankets and pillows and clothes pushed up in the corner for him to cuddle you in and rub your belly. So if you're a clean and neat person, your influence on Priam's room will probably only last so long before he's sweating all over your blanket nest while he claims you with little bonding bites all over.
Hey, I hope you're fine. It's been a while since you posted. I just wanted to tell you that you are still one of my fav creators on this app, and I always come back to reread your stories. I don't know if you will return, and of course you don't have to, but I'll always miss your writing.
I send you lots of love and again, hope you're doing okay <3
Have a good day ☀️
KYAAAA THANK YOU!!!! ❤️❤️🥺 omg that's so sweet, I'm so glad!!! I've definitely fallen behind on updating this blog but it's mostly bc i have a bunch of bigger projects im working on! I'm definitely gonna continue writing for this blog, I've got lots of stuff planned so don't fret! I'm also considering branching out and starting a collection of non-mc monster stories that I've been keeping a list of! I've actually been planning out a kaiju series bc I've gotten super into the godzilla movies 😅 (king ghidorah my love) i wasn't sure if that was something ppl would be into but maybe I'll post some snippets I've been working on for fun!! ❤️
Jules 'little thing' I fell in love immediately ❤️
Im so down bad for these wolves id be flirting so horrifically badly immediately and just plain embarrassing myself 😂
OOOGGGHGHHHHH WEREWOLF BAIT !!!!! stumble over your words flirt pathetically and they'll be sizing you up to mentally measure how much knot they can stuff you with-//BANG
Plot: With the council's dissent in mind, you join up with Nick for a brief tour of the campus. Although you still have reservations about enrolling, maybe the encouragement of a few monster classmates will help you make your decision.
CWs: alcohol, brief mentions of throwing up, implied sexual content, monster-human discrimination
Prologue
WC: 5.7k
Nick had started his impromptu tour by introducing himself, as he was only the third or so monster you'd ever met period. Just as you guessed it he was a werewolf, and he had no reservations about showing you his teeth and offering to let you scratch him behind the ear. He was joking of course, but it lifted the tension a little bit since you'd been left alone with a monster you barely knew. He guided you down the path that wound alongside the campus’ front gates and into the area that opened up into what was obviously the sports complex. The place was split into the football field and diverted slightly into a smaller track for other sports, though with so few students on campus there weren't many onlookers to speak of.
“See that guy over there?” Nick pointed past you towards the running field, where the outline of a figure with four knobby-kneed legs trotted around the track. “That's Cyrus, our resident centaur. Pretty chill guy, honestly. Doesn't get along with people much though.”
“Is he practicing?” You tilted your head up to try and get a better look at him–maybe it was a bit rude to stare, but even in the monster world centaurs weren't at all common. This was a rare opportunity to see something you'd only ever read about in books.
“Mhm.” Nick nodded, and tugged on his own MC Football shirt. “He's captain of the track and field club. Of which he's…pretty much the only member.”
“Oh.” The boy's head turned while the two of you watched him, and although Nick offered a friendly wave, the centaur only chuffed quietly and picked up his pace to speed around the curve of the track.
“Yeah, he's a little awkward. Oh!” Nick pulled you along towards the gymnasium's outbuilding at the far end of the football field. His long legs ate up the distance that you struggled to keep up with, but he kept a hand on your arm just to make sure you didn't fall too far behind. “This here's where I train. Where we train–me and my pack.” Once again he gestured to his shirt, and in retrospect his buff figure and clear athleticism made sense as to what he did in his free time. It was a bit odd in a sense; not that he was on the football team, but the thought of something as mundane as sports teams on a campus filled with so many unique species.
“Hey! Jules, get over here!” A long-haired guy that nearly matched Nick's buff stature looked up from his phone, a gym bag slung over his shoulder with a similar logo as the one his packmate wore. At the sight of you he tucked the cell into his back pocket and strolled over, and the closer he got the taller he seemed until he was practically towering over you. And yet he still wasn't as tall as Nick was.
“Fresh meat?” The two boys clapped each other's hands in a brief shake without Jules ever taking his eyes off you, like he couldn't help but soak in all your features while he had the chance.
“Nah, new blood.” Nick grinned and jostled you with a thick hand gripping your shoulder. “A human. This is Julian, by the way.”
“You're not serious?” A nod from his friend spelled it all out clearly for him. Julian not only seemed taken aback but excited. The sparkle in his eyes was enough of a tell. “Damn. Welcome to MC, little thing–what's your name again?” When you offered it so sincerely he just seemed even more enamoured with you, as if you were so intriguing that anything you did was worthy of a closer look. The two of them stood and chatted for a bit longer before Julian had to take his leave for a meeting with their coach, and Nick steered you away from the gym building to start heading in the direction of the nearest courtyard.
A huge fountain sprouted up from the ground with plenty of space to sit along the rim, and he pointed out the general studies hall, library, and research lab buildings that lined each path leading outwards from it. The tour itself wasn't bad at all; Nick clearly knew how to maintain your attention with quick little details and brief stops to help you remember, and he was obviously well-liked by the amount of people that waved to him or said hi as you passed by. Plenty of them waved to you too and even stopped to introduce themselves to the new face. It was such a small campus that it seemed fairly close-knit for a university. And you couldn't help but feel…welcome. Strangely enough it felt like you fit in more here than you ever had in any human space you were a part of.
Finally Nick routed you back towards the entrance and pulled out his phone, talking and tapping away at the same time until you stopped under the archway and he handed it over to you.
“Here, put your number in. I live on campus, so if you need anything–or if you just wanna ask some questions–go for it. I'm here.” It was moreso enthusiasm than nerves that actually drove you to type out your contact number for him, because despite him seeming like he was a bit of a player as it was, Nick was so genuinely nice it was almost unsettling. If not for the other students you'd met so far you would think it was a ruse, but apparently the things you'd been taught about monster society while you were growing up were exaggerated quite a bit.
Once you were done and passed it back to him he put it away, but he wasn't about to bid you farewell yet. Well, he was, but your parting words were interrupted by the clop-clop-clop of hooves on pavement as the shadow of someone taller than both of you cast a quiet over your conversation. When you turned to look you spotted the freckled face of the centaur you'd seen earlier blocking out the sun. Cyrus chuffed, shifted his weight from one hoof to the other, and averted his eyes from you before he finally spoke.
“You're a human, aren't you?” His words were blunt and delivered without tact but they were certainly perceptive. You stuttered out a ‘yes’ which seemed to loosen whatever stress had strung out his taut muscles. “Figures.”
The silence returned with a vengeance. Nick and yourself exchanged glances, puzzled and curious about what exactly he'd come up to say, before Cyrus awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Join the track team.” The dark hairs of his long tail flicked in and out of view behind him as he awaited your answer. You just blinked like a deer caught in headlights.
“Wh-Wha-?”
“You have nice legs.” He continued as if that in itself wasn't a bizarre way to engage in conversation with a complete stranger. “I can teach you to run if you don't know how.”
“Hey, Cy. Our new friend here is just touring the campus for now. They haven't decided if they're enrolling or not.” Nick swooped in to save the dire conversation which you couldn't be more grateful for. Cyrus just hummed.
“Oh.” Perhaps out of anxiety he sniffed again, scrunching his nose like it was a habit while he tried to think of what to say next. “Well, enrol first. Then join the track team.”
“Um…o-okay. I'll think about it?” You didn't even sound sure of your own voice, but the centaur fortunately took it in stride.
“Sure. I don't have a phone–just meet me on the track if you want to join.” He pointed back in the direction of it as if it wasn't clearly visible already from where you stood, but you just nodded and offered him a small smile that he momentarily fixated on. “Have you gone riding before?”
“Alright, alright, enough of that.” Nick playfully brushed him off while Cyrus just shrugged, turning himself around to gallop back towards the track. The wolf led you away to make just a little more distance before finally stopping at the threshold of the campus. “Well, hopefully we didn't scare you off. I'm not gonna lie, I have no idea how a human fits into our school, but I think it'd be exciting to have you here.” He flashed a grin made up of pearly-white fangs and patted your back one last time. “What are you thinking? Sorry, can't say I'm not curious.”
What indeed? It wasn't far-fetched to say that you were considering all your options. You were definitely considering more than when you stepped foot on campus just an hour or two ago.
“I'll have to give it more thought. I'm, uh…there's a lot I need to keep in mind, so..”
“No worries. Like I said, we're excited to welcome you in. Can't imagine what you humans gotta deal with, so…just think it over. Call me.” With a wink, Nick finally dropped his hand from his lingering touches on your back and stepped away. When he started making his way back to the field you caught a glimpse of his phone in his hand, just for your own to buzz in your coat pocket.
> Hey human. This is Nick :)/
By the time you looked up from the screen, the werewolf was sending you a little wave in person too before the harpies from earlier flew over, feathers scattering as they chirped about him skipping out on cataloguing. They hustled him over to the piles of equipment still waiting to be sorted, and you found yourself smiling as you walked through the archway to catch the bus home on the corner. While you waited you sent off a quick text of your own.
> hi. thanks for the tour, I really appreciate it ^^
A few minutes later your notifications pinged again. It seemed as though he was more deft at avoiding the harpy's ire than one would expect.
> No sweat cutie. Just lemme know if you enrol and we'll celebrate :9
> Bet you'll be popular in no time
Although you highly doubted that was anything more than a cheeky compliment it made your heart flutter. As you stepped on to the bus that was crowded with both monsters and humans alike, you squished yourself into a window seat and watched through the glass as the campus slowly inched out of view and was replaced by the trimmed lawns and cut-and-pasted homes of the Pearl District.
Three days later you were sprawled out on your couch, bored, and scrolling mindlessly while the tv played in the background. You'd already flipped through a dozen channels and found nothing interesting to watch, but even as you clicked through your social media you couldn't help but notice the clear divide that didn't seem to be as obvious before now.
A couple of your friends had heard through the grapevine about the offer you'd gotten from MC, and although they'd made jokes and taken it lightheartedly at first, your lack of immediate detest for the very idea of attending a monster school had put them off. You'd already seen them making posts and subtweeting you with some rather unpleasant comments–your first reaction was to wonder what business it was of theirs, but that wasn't wholly surprising when the world you grew up in was certainly on the more conservative side. Human-only settlements tended to be that way, which made even more sense as to why your own family hadn't spoken to you since you admitted that you were considering taking up the offer. You hadn't even mentioned the part about your DNA because that certainly wouldn't go over well on a good day.
Bzzt! Bzzt! Your phone chimed as a few texts came in. Two of them you swiped away with a sigh–more of your supposed friends begging you to come to your senses–but the last one from your closest friend made you stop in your tracks and stare with a heavy heart at the words.
> Fine. You keep ignoring me so i guess you want to be a monster-fucker more than you want to be my friend.
> Don't talk to me ever again. Gods help your poor parents.
Just like that, years worth of friendship was gone. Even trying to text her back you could see you were already blocked. But as you laid there with your phone on your chest while staring up at the ceiling, it wasn't guilt that occupied your thoughts. It was the question that kept nagging at the back of your mind; why on earth was everyone you knew so obsessed with the idea of monsters? In particular, why were they so convinced they were a blight on mankind?
Sure, monster society had always been a topic up for debate, and more conservative politicians often made mention of monsters as if they were some sort of pest, if they mentioned them at all. But you couldn't fathom why it was such a bad thing in everyone else's eyes to just…be around them. Like they had some sort of disease. You'd never really thought about monsters too hard aside from the lessons and papers you occasionally wrote about them in school. You'd never even met one in person before stepping foot on the campus. So what was it about them that had everyone you knew keeping their distance from you, at just the thought of you mixing with them on their own turf?
Suddenly your phone buzzed again and you almost just threw it across the room so you wouldn't have to read more drivel from your loved ones. Your mother had already sent you paragraphs upon paragraphs of weepy nonsense when you refused to answer her calls–you just couldn't take her screaming in your ear more than you needed to. But a sense of relief flooded through you when you picked it up and saw Nick's name appear onscreen.
> Hey. You busy?
Your fingers moved before you could think about what to say, and when you answered the text it only took a few seconds for your phone to start ringing and for you to hold the receiver to your ear. Nick's smooth, warm voice filled your head and…well, it was much nicer than the cacophony of dissent you'd been hearing all week.
“So how's life, little human? Still thinking about joining up?” He chuckled on the other end and it honestly did soothe your stress, even if it was just a little bit.
“It's…fine. I dunno. I'm still trying to figure out what I want…I was waiting to hear back from the other university I applied to.”
“Oh? How'd it go?” You chewed your lip.
“Didn't get in.”
“Oh, honey, I'm sorry.” It took you off guard to hear him sound so genuine. You half-expected him to brush it off or make some joke about it being fate, but he didn't. “That really blows. Why the hell wouldn't they pick you? You're smart.”
“How do you know?” Thankfully he brought a chuckle out of you instead.
“Dean Drākon said so. He's been prepping us for your arrival in case you decide to attend–honestly, the guy can't speak any higher of you than he does. He sounds like a priest.” Despite the easy tone he said it with the admission had you sitting up straight on your sofa, feeling blindsided by the information.
“He what?”
“Yeah-” The soft pops and grunts of Nick stretching filled the other end of the line. “-We had a student council meeting an’ everything. He wanted to make sure we're all prepped to accommodate you.”
“Why would he do that?” You swallowed thickly around the lump in your throat. “Nobody needs to do that, n-not…for me.”
“Good luck telling him that.” He laughed. “Sorry, hope I didn't make you feel too guilty. Wouldn't want you to enrol if you don't want to. So no sweat, okay?”
I do.
You had no idea where that came from. You weren't sure what compelled you to say it out loud, or why it wouldn't just stay in your head where it belonged, but once it was out there was no taking it back. Because in reality, you meant it.
“I do…want to attend.” The quiet that followed made you feel as though he might just shut it off completely, and that maybe it really was just a joke after all that had gone a step too far. That only lasted for a few seconds though because soon enough, he was cheering.
“Really?!” It sounded like he'd jumped up from wherever he'd been sitting. If he was in werewolf form, you probably would've heard his tail smacking the ground in excitement. But he was definitely pumping his fist in the air at the very least. “Fuck yes. Are you for real?” You had to nod first, realize he couldn't actually see you, and then stammer out your answer as you adjusted to the feeling of it in your mouth. Nick started chattering away about a dozen or so things, what you'd have to bring for your first day and where to go to sign the papers–and what struck you most wasn't just his enthusiasm itself, but the fact that such an easygoing guy, a cool guy, didn't even try to hide his true feelings about your whole situation. He was so happy he couldn't contain it and he didn't make any attempts to laugh it off or maintain his effortlessly lax attitude. He just…was.
That sincerity stuck in your mind for such a long time afterwards. It stayed with you when you packed up your belongings, and you were reminded of it as you filed your paperwork with the naga secretary who couldn't help but ask you questions about yourself. Everyone you encountered through email, phone calls, and in person was just so kind, so friendly, it felt like you were living in a different world. It was a bit like walking through a dream when you showed up for moving day and seemingly everyone wanted to help you take your things up. A couple of orc students wouldn't budge until you let them gingerly carry your mattress and hefty bedframe up the stairs, and a group of harpy girls took turns flying to and from your window with the little boxes, while one of them hovered low to the ground to catch anything they might've dropped. Everything moved fast, but the sense of community–the air of belonging somewhere–was so strong from the first afternoon you spent on campus that you might've thought you'd been here all your life.
But after meeting your new roommates, placing the last box on your desk, and sitting back on your bed, it only set in then that you were up against something big. You were going to be the only human student in an absolute sea of monsters. What Nick had said after your tour rang in your ears; where did you fit in amongst monsterkind? Would you ever even be able to bridge the gap, or would you end up giving up and crawling back home? Flunking out was always a possibility too, but you just prayed it wouldn't come to that. While you sat in contemplation a knock at your door ripped you right out of it.
“Come in,” You called out without thinking only to spot the scruff of someone big, muscly, and hairy peeking through your bedroom door like he was too nervous to cross the threshold.
“Hey, buddy.” Priam's smile lit up his whole face with a glow when you looked over at him. “Nick's hosting drinks at his dorm. Wanna come?”
“I don't want to intrude..”
“You won't! He invited you. Said he owes you a celebratory shot.” He chuckled as he nudged your door open further and leaned in the doorway to your room. You had some worries about the roommate situation before you arrived even though Dean Lysandre assured you all would be well, but so far both Priam and Antón had been friendly and accommodating in equal measure. Sharing a living space with both a werewolf and a vampire still made you a bit hesitant, but being that they'd been roommates before it appeared at first glance that they at least had a sense of how to keep the peace. Though maybe that was more of a cat-and-dog type of situation than anything else. “So? Wanna come?”
“Uh..” You mulled it over briefly while fiddling with a thread on your hoodie. “...Yeah. Sure. I'll just have to grab cash-”
“Cash?” Priam straightened up and scoffed at the very idea. “What kinda parties do you go to? Is that a human thing?” Despite his bafflement at such a question you still dug around in the gym bag you'd brought to keep your essentials, your phone charger and deodorant tumbling out as you searched for your wallet. “Sorry, didn't mean to say it like that.”
Yet again you were faced with an apology you weren't sure how to take; quite a few monsters you'd met in passing would make those comments only to realize they might be insensitive, but it was just odd to you. You'd never been persecuted for being a human–not until very recently at the council–so it wasn't something you were insecure about or thought much of. You just waved off his apology in the hopes of moving past it.
“Well, I figure I should probably pitch in for drinks.” Finally you wrestled your wallet out from between two bundles of rolled-up clothes, but before you could thumb through it Priam stepped over, plucked it from your hands, and tossed it out of reach to land askew on your desk.
“What fun is that? C'mon, get ready and meet me in the kitchen in ten. We're getting drunk–for free!” He shut the door behind him as he bounded into the living room, where you could hear him and Antón get into another friendly squabble as the wolf tried to convince his friend to come. In the end he'd remain firm on staying home to get ready for classes on Monday, but for you?
You couldn't think of a better reason to drink all your worries away. It only took about five minutes for you to strip off your sweater and put something a little more enticing on, something you wouldn't mind spilling booze on, and with a minute or two to fix your hair and ready yourself for carnage you were out the door. As Priam led you outside and headed towards Dorm B, a tickle of something akin to excitement started to brew in place of the butterflies flitting around your stomach.
By the time you arrived with Priam leading the charge, the dorm was full of people crowding in and passing drinks around. And Nick, as put-together and chill as he was for the other 99% of the day, was already blasted out of mind.
“Hu-man! Hu-man!” He cheered uproariously as his massive form cut through the crowd only to nearly deck you as he came in for a hug, which just about squeezed all the air out of your lungs completely from the weight of his biceps clamping around you. Despite his excitement, thankfully not many monsters around actually glanced over at you to stare at the new human student. The last thing you wanted right now was more attention.
“Wow, dude.” Priam couldn't help but laugh at his packmate as he quite literally stumbled around, barely able to keep himself upright from the ungodly concoctions he'd poured down his throat. “Did that centipede kid give you something, or what?”
“I'm fuckin’ high on fuckin’ life, man!” A hand appeared from within the crowd just to pass another cup to the staggering werewolf, who tipped his head and downed it without a second thought about what it might be. He just shook his head like a dog drying off and coughed at the burn, before crumpling the plastic and letting out a howl as he tossed it like it was a mini football. To say you felt out of place with such an energy in the room was definitely an understatement. There wasn't much room for you to argue though, as you were dragged by the arm into the throng of monsters until you were pulled through the open doorway of one of the bedrooms. Waiting inside was Julian sitting back in a leather armchair, along with two guys leaning against the desk and two girls chatting on the bed, all of whom you didn't recognize. Unlike the crowd outside, each pair of eyes zeroed in on you the second you walked in.
“These guys–you'll love these guys,” Nick slurred over your shoulder as he pointed each of them out, but it was Julian who stood up and offered you his chair before he perched on the arm next to you and gave you a proper introduction. When you glanced back, Nick had already disappeared into the crowd–you guessed to either get more drinks or throw up, both options were equally possible.
“Hey, doll. You remember me, right?” He seemed so titillated at the shy nodding of your head. It was so unbearably meek for where you were. He managed to keep himself composed though, and gestured to the other monsters filling up the small room. “Well, these guys are part of our pack. The big guy is Athos, and that's Elliott beside him.” The ones he was referring to were certainly standouts in your mind; for one they were huge, and while the brunette was soft-cheeked and illegally cute for someone so imposing, his companion was the dark-haired dreamy type that wouldn't be out of place in a teenager's fanfiction. The smaller of the two smiled and held out his hand to shake yours, while the taller wolf with all the piercings just waved and sipped from his drink. Meanwhile you could feel the stares burning holes in your head from the opposite side of the cramped dorm room, though the girls put on faux-innocent faces when you turned to look at them. Upon closer inspection you could tell the one on the left was some sort of aquatic hybrid, what with her semi-translucent skin and wiggly tentacles dangling from the jelly cap encircling her head. The one on the right though, she seemed more on the demonic side with the horns and the aura of warmth radiating out of her like a miniature sun.
“Now, I know they may look scary-” Julian laughed as the girl with the tentacles snapped one of them at him and barely missed stinging his arm. “-but I promise they'll be nice to you. This is Jelly,” He gestured to the blue-skinned girl's cap, which made a lot more sense when you thought about it–she was about as jellyfish-looking as it got. “And the one who looks like she just got back from the Underworld is Lidya.”
“Bite me, wolfie.” As sharp as her tongue was, she certainly fit the bill. The studded piercings, the satanic jewelry, the gothic clothes that sported rips and holes and spikes–the two girls made quite the interesting combination sitting side by side. Even so, Lidya leaned forward and gently offered you the cup she'd been sipping from, still stained around the rim with smudges of her dark lipstick. “Here. These guys are easier to chum with when you're smashed.”
“Ooh!” Jelly chimed in with a giggle as she tilted her own cup into Lidya's and sloshed in her clear and bubbly drink into the reddish, half-finished cocktail. “Give that a try. It probably tastes like ass, but it'll fuck you up.”
“Do I want to get fucked up?” You wondered aloud. The girls just shrugged until the cup was in your hand and you nervously dared to give it a sip. It wasn't…bad.
The afterburn made you choke on your own spit though, and while the guys chuckled Lidya and Jelly both rubbed your arms and cooed over you like a little gagging kitten.
“Fuck, that's–vile,” You coughed out before the succubus took back the cup with a smile and swallowed a mouthful of it herself. Her dark lips puckered somewhat but she barely made a face, just passed it to Jelly and snorted when she gagged on the first swig.
“Oh, that sucks. What the hell were you drinking, Lid?”
“Cranberry vodka.” Her smirk widened. “And everclear.”
“Serial killer behaviour.” The jellyfish girl handed the cup like a bomb to the first of the guys to take it, and when Athos came back after ridding yourselves of the poison he had two new drinks in hand; you just picked the fruity-looking one of what he offered and sighed in relief at the taste of normal, not-scorching-your-tonsils alcohol. Fortunately the students around you already had much to chat about amongst themselves, and although they included you here and there you enjoyed yourself just sitting and listening to them talk. For once it felt nice not to have to engage in conversation, you could just sit back and get to know your fellow classmates without having to answer or ask a million questions. The monsters you'd met were nice, but so many of them had endless curiosity about humanity and most of it you just weren't equipped to explain. It was endearing all the same though.
After a while, what sounded like an orc grunting from the room next door put a heat on your cheeks the instant you heard it, which only grew hotter at the accompanying bangs of a headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. Someone, you couldn't put your finger on who exactly, let out a string of muffled moans in concert and your mind blanked completely when you swore you heard a hand clamp over their mouth, followed by much quieter, softer noises. The others didn't seem to notice or pay much attention to it, at least not until Elliott caught your wide-eyed gaze and shuffled to stand closer to your seat.
“So, have you spent much time with monsters before?” He tilted his head, barely holding back his knowing smile. It was probably obvious before you even shook your head. “Yeah. You'll get used to it. We're a pretty open society.” Finally he gestured to the wall behind the girls where the noises were emanating from. “You'll have to forgive us for that, though. Humans are pretty reserved about sex, from what I hear?”
As blunt as the question was you were kind of expecting it. So much of what you'd read up on about monsterkind before arriving on campus had included topics of sexuality. From what you'd learned, monsters had a remarkably open view on sex and sexual exploration–while there were plenty of purely monogamous monsters, polyamory was very commonplace and most monsters were free-thinkers when it came to experimenting, so hookups and casual liaisons took place all the time and suffered very little social prejudice. Unlike humans, monsters used sex as a tool to explore the world and get to know people, strangers and friends alike, without the expectation of romance. Yet despite what humans might and did think about such a sex-oriented society, you yourself were surprised to hear how low the rate of sexual violence and sex crimes were in monster communities. It was such an interesting topic that you wished to ask more about from the people that lived it, but even when Elliott brought it up organically you couldn't figure out how to word it.
“I-I guess you could say that, yeah.” There wasn't much else to say, but when the conversation between you stalled you ended up blabbing more just to fill the silence. “It doesn't bother me, though.”
“No?” Elliott's lips twitched like he wanted to say more, but reconsidered it at the last second. “You sure? We can be a bit…much.” You chased your last bit of courage at the bottom of your cup and let the fuzzy haze over your mind speak for itself.
“No. I'm not a prude.” The werewolf's laugh took you by surprise but it was a welcome one, most certainly. He squeezed your shoulder with a familiar grip that teased of more, which you might consider entertaining further down the line. For now, there was one thing on the brain. “Where's the bathroom?”
“I'll take you.” Athos, who had remained intimidating and quiet up until now, suddenly straightened up and set his cup down on the desk behind him. He held his hand behind his back for you to take–gods, was it ever warm–and led you through a winding path between the bodies jostling each other elsewhere in the dorm, dancing and talking over the music that thudded like your own heartbeat in your ears. The werewolf brought you all the way to the opposite side of the apartment from the bedroom you'd been sitting in, and peeked through the door first to check before holding it open for you and letting you inside. With a soft click of the lock you were pitched into a less stimulating, muffled quiet.
The bathroom itself wasn't really what you wanted, rather it was the momentary peace you'd been searching for since your life had been upended. To think that earlier this week your world had been normal, sane, and you'd been planning your life out just as your friends and family and you always thought it would be. Although the rejections and criticism from all of them was hard, you couldn't muster up the strength to properly mourn the loss of your old life. Maybe the answer to why that was would come to you with time, but for now you were oddly comfortable. It felt safe.
But this was only the first day of your time on campus, and there was plenty more you had left to learn from monsterkind over the next few years you'd spend here. It wouldn't be a far stretch to say you'd probably be an entirely different person by the time it was all over–you might turn into someone you barely recognized anymore.
hello lovelies !!! ive been stewing over some ideas on how to make up a concise document to access all the info for the MC universe for a while now, and i just recently saw that foretelling allows collaboration for people to view projects! so im gonna be testing that feature out and putting what i have into a project for everyone to access, so ill keep you updated on my progress!! if anyone has used foretelling more in depth too, please feel free to drop tips and tricks since I'm just getting used to using all the tools and stuff!! <3
miss ellie I had a silly question!! I want to do some fanart of some of the monster campus characters and was wondering if that’s allowed? and if it is, do you prefer if we tag you in the art or directly send it in an ask here? :)
OF COURSE !!!!! you can do either my love!!!! you can paste it to my dang forehead and I'll show it off to everyone ❤️❤️❤️ always!!! you've always got permission and I'd love to see whatever you cook!!!! 🥺❤️
Are there any of your monsters that immediately mentally lay claim to the human? Like just immediately decide yes I want
Jelly is definitely one of those monsters! The first moment you meet she'll be planning out your future together in her mind. She can be incredibly possessive over what she sees as hers and will take any and every opportunity for bonding--and like it or not, you're her spank bank material from then on. She'll get a sex toy (or have Lydia's contact in the Underworld custom make one) that resembles you to get off with, because from then on it's just you, you, you. You're all she thinks about and all she wants. But she's not submissive about it, rather she's kind of bossy, like she wants you to understand that she doesn't just need you but that you're meant to be together in some way. She can be just friends, that's possible, but she'll be your best friend and just hide the sex stuff from you as best she can. If romance isn't on the table she'll be more like your bodyguard, intent on protecting you from any evil even if it hurts her. And if you just want a hookup, she can do that too--besides, the venom off those little tentacles is just intoxicating when she stings you right on the brink of your climax. Either way, there's a part of her that can never be normal again after she meets you, and to be honest she really prefers it that way.
Ok, I know he/she/it?? was only mentioned like twice but the thought of kraken catching you before nessie and fucking you with his thick tentacles has me in a chokehold rn
hehe......
(cws: tentacles, tentacles, tentacles)
The Kraken is a little scary, sure, but....well, no, he's just plain scary. Being a centuries-old eldritch creature of the deep ocean is a hard niche to get out of, but it's not like he really minds--he isn't even aware of people's perception of him, much less has any care to whether he's terrifying or not. He's odd, a strange creature with so little known about his kind, merely a rarity captured when he was of smaller size and kept in this lake as a nobleman's attraction. Only regaining some freedom once the land was purchased and the university built atop it, the first Dean giving the Kraken its own conservation area over a return to the ocean--he doesn't know it anymore, and he's grown comfortable here.
Very comfortable. The spawning season comes whether he's in his natural habitat or not, and he's moved on from trying to tempt visiting nobles and curious monsters. There's something here that's much easier to get satisfaction from.
"Mnh-!" Your voice mumbles beneath the water, lungs clawing for a shred of air as you're dunked underneath again. The creature doesn't really understand your need for oxygen, which is partly why it only gives you a breath every so often. All it knows is that when you're above the surface, you don't squirm as much--and it likes it when you squirm, especially how it feels around one of its thick, bulbous tentacles that it's had to shove hard to get it to fit inside you. You’re so tiny, you can barely take the smallest ones....maybe, if he trains you, you'll soon be reaching for the same tentacle he's got wrapped tight around your waist. It's nearly the width of your whole leg, but if it could fit, you would give him the greatest sensation of his long, lonely life.
For now, he'll stick to the small ones. The ones that make you writhe.
Kraken can't quite understand you either, but it knows you love being mated. You must--you wriggle and flail and twist your body in such a pleasing way, grinding that soft spot inside against the blunt tip of his tentacle. You want it deeper? Is that what you're saying? You can have it as deep as you want. You can have anything you want...just let those tentacles probe deeper, and deeper still, until you start to feel the tip curling before it hooks into your walls and latches there for good. No need to struggle anymore--you're all set for spawning season <3
Im not sure if youre into noncon but are there any that would override mc's wishes, or brainwash/hypnotise them in to "consenting"?
There's definitely a few monsters who could be driven to it, but one of them that wholeheartedly takes part in it would be Aris, the tiefling puppeteer. Hypnotism is an art he's become hellbent on perfecting, and although it has its uses to make sure you don't go anywhere or leave his side for good, he also likes it when you fight him just as much as when you obey ♡
(cws: noncon, hypnosis)
Sure, at times he wants a relaxing evening with his beloved where you won't struggle or bite him or kick him away when he wants to make love, and that's when he puts you under hypnosis--but most times he likes it when he has to force you. Sometimes you need correcting, and sometimes he just needs a warm hole to sink into after a couple glasses of wine. He usually tries not to be too violent, but he might land a hefty slap across your cheek if you're getting too riled up for his mood to handle, and that usually can stun you for long enough for him to slip it in. If you just won't let him get his dick anywhere near you, then he's been known to use his tail instead if you're gonna be that much of a prude, and half the time watching the tip catch as he thrusts it in is more than enough to sate the bloodlust that flickers behind his eyes. That, and the way your body slowly goes limp in fear as you realize there's no other choice but to give in to what he wants.
Aris would also have no issue with forcing one of his puppets to accost you, including Z--the reanimation spell he used to bring him back from the dead also has its uses for putting him under hypnosis, and if it's necessary to put you in your place, he wouldn't mind watching voyeuristically as the zombie mindlessly wrestles you down to pin you under his weight. The best part is that it doesn't matter if you kick one of his legs loose or smack a few fingers off his hand, he won't stop growling and chasing your squirming heat until he manages to sink into it, all under Aris' command. He won't even remember it when he wakes up--and Aris can use him again, and again, and again to chase you down and make you give up what you should know belongs completely to him.
I absolutely love the layout of the campus you made, and would be extremely happy to know more! Like, Who lives in dorm A and Dorm B? How much fun was it to make a map like this? I think it’s really cool that you made the layout feel like a genuine campus too!!!
TY!!!!! ehe I based it off my own university campus actually! <3 it was really fun to make!! id like to put in more details eventually, especially when i get more of the introductions out to see the other characters ive got on the roster!! ♡
So Dorm A and B are the main dorms on campus, there's a few others spread out throughout the university buildings but these two are the biggest! For Dorm A, which has 10 floors, the top floor is mostly where the harpy students live! It has a kind of shallow dome on top that resembles an apiary, so they usually come in and out from the top rather than the front door. This is also where you, as the human student, live as well! You're located on the 7th floor with Priam, Anton, and the shadow monster in your room, along with Khor at the end of the hall.
A few others monsters of note that share your building are Cyrus, who lives in what's technically the basement floor where stairs won't be an issue, along with Huxley and Raith on the first floor with most of the other orcs. Lidya shares a dorm with Jelly on the 4th floor when she isn't staying at her home in the Underworld, and the 9th floor is reserved for angels and exchange students from the Holy Lands, which is where Isaac stays in a smaller dorm without other roommates (for chastity purposes and all that <3).
The rest of the werewolves live in Dorm B, which is also where you'll find King Bee (and yes, he requested accommodation specifically for Dorm "Bee") as well as Efraim, Z, and their slime roommate on the 3rd floor where you'll find an amalgamation of other monster species. Being that Dorm A is the first and oldest, it's the most structured as far as floors go with particular species housing each one--the rest of the dorms are largely mixed though, so you'll see all sorts of monsters around. Dorm B is definitely known for hosting a lot of the dungeon dwellers and bug mutants though, so some people find it a little more....unnerving. August the gorgon also lives here in the basement floor, so the first few floors smell pretty sweet on warmer days when the plants they keep start to bloom. The gargoyle students don't actually live in this dorm, but they perch on the roof overhead and sleep there during the day. The pixies also live around Dorm B, but they've got what almost looks like a very upscale birdhouse outside near Elyos' garden where the group of them share accommodations! It was actually built by Sheela when she herself attended the university, since their pixie students were so rare they didn't have proper housing for them. It's even got a little working oven and miniature furniture for them! And anything she couldn't find good pieces for, she substituted with doll furniture in a pinch.
And of course, the faculty building is both where the professor's offices are and where a lot of them live! Most of the staff live on-campus during the school term since their real homes are relatively far away, so it's easier to live there rather than commute. Plus, they get more vacation time in the summer if they stay on campus during the year!
Chaos is no more a man than an apple is a glistening, rosy sun. Perhaps as a trick of the light, one might catch a glimpse of him and see something human, something mortal–but he isn't now and never was such a being that walked the world of monsters.
When Lidya offered to show you the realm of the Underworld, you didn't even know who–or what–Chaos really was. His name was a curse uttered by monsters here and there, an assignation of life's daily misfortunes to an entity that deserved the burden of all of them. He had the reputation of being unkind, unpleasant, unbearable. But when her steps quickened past a corridor in her uncle's grand estate, your curiosity got the better of you and you asked the question she dreaded to hear.
“What's down there?”
You're not like other humans, and you're not like most monsters. When you ask it she knows you're just curious, just interested in the world she comes from, and so she feels obliged to sate your curiosity. With a quick mumble under her breath for forgiveness in advance of the rules she's about to break, she unlatches the gate and leads you down the longest, darkest, and steepest set of halls and twisting staircases you've ever climbed.
At the very end of it lies a single, unassuming door, and as she opens it an unnatural light floods the air and fills your lungs with the taste of ash and smoke. Down a few more steps is a landing, and there you see it for the first time; a towering wall with engravings that swirl before your eyes, and a voice that speaks with no mouth and echoes from inside your head. It's a garbled language you don't understand, but Lidya does, and with a muttered incantation the wall slides away–and before you can even consider leaning over for a peek into the pit below, the succubus throws her arm out in front of you.
“Don't fall.” For once her words are quiet and serious, her usual sarcasm replaced by genuine trepidation as she slowly leads you down to step on what looks like thin air. But it wobbles, creaks, and the two of you drop without your feet ever leaving solid earth, and yet your stomach jumps up into your throat as you swiftly descend to the very bottom of the Pits. The cavernous hole seems to go on forever and yet is bracketed in by darkness, lit up into a glow by the sea of blood and viscera that rushes by what little land there is. Even when your shoes touch the ground, it feels like something is moving beneath them. Like the earth itself is breathing.
Or maybe it's the titan that dwarfs your tiny forms where he kneels before you, chains binding his four massive arms and stretched taut, his body so incomparably gigantic that the sheer enormity of his being stretches beyond your own comprehension. He's everywhere, he takes up the entirety of the space, and if not for the eternal chains his hands would encircle you both and crush you without hesitation. There are no eyes with which to see, only gaping holes and dried, bloody tearstains, and a maw of sharpened teeth that cracks with a smug grin as he sniffs out the scent of two visitors–for once in a great while, rather than the meals of condemned souls that scream as they're thrown to him to consume.
“Slaves?” He rumbles with a low, earth-shuddering voice; it sounds as if his throat is trembling to shake off the dust of millennia without use. Lidya tries to speak up, but his ears are quite high to reach with such tiny lungs. He turns his head slowly from one side to the other as if trying to get a better sense of his company without the benefit of sight. “Perhaps…concubines?” He smiles, but it's nothing less than predatory. The way he aims his eyeless gaze at you in particular is haunting…how humbling it is to be assessed by one of the most ancient beings of the world, even if his attention speaks only to how much he wants to dominate your fragile, mortal self. It's in his blood to do so. It's such a strong aura that it's almost compelling, you almost find yourself lowering down to your knees at the strength of his presence alone. And in all your body and being, you feel that he wants you to.
“Come.” A shiver races through you, as it does through Lidya, too. Even with her demonic heritage, even as the blood of Lucifer's kin, she can hardly resist the powerful allure of Chaos’ taboo suggestion. He's the embodiment of everything that opposes propriety and the moral good, which only makes it harder to resist his orders. You hadn't even noticed your body moving forward a step, but Chaos can clearly sense it and chuckles so deeply it would rattle mountains. “Closer.” His fingers twitch on his left hand, again, and the chains squeeeeal in protest as his brutal strength pulls against them. He wants you. He wants to touch you, to grip you, and to-
Finally Lidya grabs you by the arm, and she doesn't let you go this time. Half-pulling and half-dragging she tugs you back to the spot where you'd descended, and holds you tight against her side as you face the titan one last time before the ground falls out beneath you, and you're lifted back up to the Underworld's upper depths.
It isn't wise to speak of that interaction afterwards, at least not while you're still in the Underworld. Lidya herself hardly wants to recall it once it's over and you're back on campus, only to remind you that you never want to engage with the ancient beings if you can help it. She didn't even mean to bring you all the way down, it was just…a moment of weakness. She meant only to give you a glimpse, but something pulled her in deeper and she could hardly control herself. Regardless, it's best to steer clear of them entirely and she swears she won't ever take you there again, even if you ask.
Despite that, it lingers in your mind for so long afterwards. Your dreams start to feature a familiar figure, an enormous titan with a grin that etches itself into your mind, and it starts to consume your every waking thought. Chaos is dead to the world but alive and well in your fantasies, and as disturbing as they are, it feels…familiar. Comfortable, albeit bizarrely. He is a constant presence after that first meeting, and aside from his entrance into your mind there's one more curse he's unknowingly plagued you with; a deep, compelling desire to venture into the Pits, and to stand before the dreadfully mighty Chaos again.
