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Fri, 15 Jun 2018 14:15:39 -0400

guess who just did that?! that’s right, me—

anyway. curious about xavier or zach? maybe even gasouel? go right ahead and click this lil’ button → here! (fear not, more monsters will be created!)

I just finished Xenophobia and I can't tell you how happy seeing part 5 up made me! I love Xavier and Zach so much! Will they be making any guest appearances in your other stories or are you possibly thinking of a sequel? I'm not ready to give up our loveable, protective goof of a boogeyman.

Fri, 15 Jun 2018 12:54:08 -0400

i would like to leave x: f. o. u. as it is. i don’t think i can add more to it than what i already have, and i haven’t thought of combining my own creations before. maybe i will in the future, maybe i won’t, who knows? BUT that doesn’t mean xavier and zach will be tossed to the side and forgotten!

in the near future (probably in the next couple/few days…or now) i want to create an ask blog for my monsters! basically, it’s just a separate tumblr for the doodle asks that i’ve already been doing, so if you have any questions directed to monsters, you’ll just hop over to that blog to ask and the monsters/characters will answer you. questions for me can be asked on either or. sound good?

That’s brilliant! I love that concept, very different👏🏻 you’re an amazing horror writer, please keep it up!

Sat, 09 Jun 2018 15:40:03 -0400

aww, thank you so much! i shall try my best, my beloved monster lovers.

well, i suppose you got your answer before i got a chance to it....

Sat, 09 Jun 2018 15:18:05 -0400

well, i suppose you got your answer before i got a chance to it. thank you, both, i’m happy that you love x: f. o. u.! gasouel is definitely up next, and with a new story is more art and doodles!

Hello, loved the ending to the writing, beautiful! Zach is so precious. But I was just curious, did you intend to base all the types of monster story categories to end with “phobia”? Are they named like that because the reader will start off scared/in fear? Cause I know “philia” is when you have a love or preference for it but I didn’t know if your categorization was intentional and was just wondering, sorry if my question is confusing 😅

Sat, 09 Jun 2018 15:08:42 -0400

right on, anon! i thought it would be a nice change to have the horror element and write about “you” being afraid but overcoming it. so, yes: each story will be titled after a phobia, which will be the theme of the monster/story. the tags and the phobia-philla thing is incredibly ironic, don’t you think? 😂

tbh, i’m a sHIT horror writer, because i never explored that genre in the past. but nothing will stop me from monster boyfriends!

Stunning story 😍😍

Tue, 05 Jun 2018 21:46:07 -0400

thank you, thank you! 💕

THAT WAS SOOO GOOD!!! You’re amazing! Thank you for that👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 can’t wait to read your new stories!

Tue, 05 Jun 2018 21:33:32 -0400

i’m glad you enjoyed that! it was so fun writing xavier. and can i tell you how satisfying it is to finish a piece of writing?? but anyway, gasouel is up next!

xenophobia: fear of unknown | 05

Tue, 05 Jun 2018 14:53:36 -0400

index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

You understand the source of Xavier’s behavior, tension gives in to passion, and Zach seems to have been playing matchmaker all along.

* * *

Under any other circumstances, you would gladly accept Xavier’s natural body heat and attempt to soak up as much of it, but with winter dying and spring succeeding its reign you find it difficult to welcome the warmth that’s beginning to set off your sweat glands. There’s nothing more you hate than sweating while in your sleep. Of course, that’s nothing more than an exaggeration, but it doesn’t make the statement any less true. Already, you feel your pits and forehead beading with salt droplets and a flame racing from your scalp down to your feet in multiple laps. In the festering heat underneath Xavier’s weight and the coverage of blankets, you struggle to fight your way free despite the boogeyman’s unforgiving restriction.

You don’t think you’ll get a second chance to slip away, not if his locked arm is any indication. You’ve never had to wake Xavier in the past, the boogeyman always up before you or Zach, thus the situation is lost on you. Once again, you try calling to him, hoping to reach his consciousness that must be buried deep away.

“Xavier,” you hiss, straining against his arms, “I have to get up and check on Zach.”

He doesn’t stir, continuing his peaceful slumbering. Very rarely are you ever irritated or angry with him, but now that you’re no longer afraid of him you find that streak meeting its end sooner rather than later. If it were possible, you don’t doubt that steam would be blasting from your nose as you huff. Having enough of feeling and being uselessly trapped, you viciously wrestle your arms free and grab onto the headboard. With all the strength you possess in your weak arms, you haul your body up and out, much like an earthworm desperate to escape the clutches of a human hand. Not the most elegant comparison but closer than most. It takes a few tries, quite a few tries, until you manage to wriggle out.

The momentum and the fact that you’re on the edge of the bed makes it so that you roll and slip right off the second you’re free. Automatically, your grip on the headboard tightens and you prevent a nasty, loud fall but not a hit with the nightstand corner that stabs into your side. You internally scream in agony from the blunt trauma yet don’t curl up. You remain at the odd angle with your torso uncomfortably bowed along the brink of the mattress and legs sprawled on the floor and decide you don’t like the genius who created high beds. After a second, you release your hold and fall the short distance to your knees with a soft landing. Once grounded, you soothe rubs into the throbbing flesh that will surely bruise in a few. Sighing your relief, you scramble to your feet and right your clothes that have twisted around you. You take not even half a step, foot still in mid air, and Xavier snatches at your arm and you sail backwards. The impact is harsher than the one from last night, you think, as it slams the breath right out from your lungs.

One moment you’re Xavier free and the next you’re tangled within him all over again. You can’t even groan in frustration because you’re still trying to regain the air you’ve lost, and it doesn’t help he’s wound his limbs around you. He takes extra care to pin your arms down while restraining you. Even his legs come into play, trapping you into an Xavier casing. A noncommittal noise between a gasp and grunt falls from your mouth when he forcefully nudges your head to the side to expose your neck and plants his face right into the spans of vulnerable skin. He’s growling, you notice now that his lips are touching you and you can feel the vibrations of the threatening sound.

Unsure why he’s acting such a way, your brain muddles with fear and confusion. A disgusted cry keens from you at the sudden sensation of his even hotter tongue slathering your throat. Before, you would brush it off as a sign of affection or apology, but now you can’t stop the thought of him possibly biting you. Immediately, you’re wild within his arms, a prey within the jaws of a predator.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” you ask, more of a grunt than actual words. He bares his teeth upon your skin but doesn’t attack. You jolt, regardless. “Wait, don’t—” You stumble on your words when he hisses right into your ear, and your anger retreats to allow icy fear in its place.

“Quiet,” he rumbles out a harsh command.

You shut up, shaking as you anticipate his next move. You’ve trusted him to not hurt you before, and some part of you still believes that, holds onto it fervently, yet with how Xavier has recently been you’re half expecting his teeth to be digging into your jugular any second now. It’s almost tragically poetic that you might suffer your death at the hands of someone you consider a friend, a monster you tried seeking the beauty in.

“Do not leave.”

You detect a whine under the layers of guttural snarling and your thoughts halt. It’s here, right now, that you realize he’s the one who’s more scared than you are. You feel horrible for never considering that Xavier would be frightened of the consequences of his behavior, frightened of losing Zach, frightened of losing you. He isn’t human, but he is as human as he is able to be all the while being a monster in the closet or under the bed. It’s ironic that this being of nightmares is afraid, and it’s because it’s his first time ever harboring such an emotion that he doesn’t know how to prevent a chain reaction that will destroy all that he’s created with the two of you. Throwing a temper tantrum, for a lack of a better word, and instilling fear is a defense mechanism to handle what he is meant to be creating. After all, isn’t it a bit pathetic for a boogeyman to be scared?

“Xavier,” you say, turning to touch your lips to his head. You can tell he’s startled by the sudden softening of your aura. “It’s okay, I won’t leave you and neither is Zach. Didn’t I already tell you that it was only an accident?”

There’s a second of stifling silence, and then he releases a high pitch that suspiciously sounds like cry. The greatness of his monstrous body sags completely onto you. You can finally move your limbs, so you take advantage of the opportunity, wrapping your arms around Xavier and holding him to you. Your initiation to touch shatters whatever remaining wall staving off his emotions and he shakes with gentle yet heart-wrenching wails.

You gladly comfort him through his sorrow, cradling him until he no longer trembles like a vulnerable structure without a frame. The two of you shift in order to get out of bed, but his hand unintentionally grips your tender side. You hiss, instinctively recoiling from his touch to ease the fireworks. Alerted, Xavier hastily rips his hand away and whines in concern.

“Don’t worry, that was from earlier. I hit it when trying to, uh, get out of bed,” you say, hovering a hand over the mentioned area.

He perks. “You are hurt?”

Not thinking, you confirm his question in an attempt to prevent him from assuming he’s the one that hurt you. You lift the shirt to reveal the pink on your waist that will begin a gradual descent to violet in the coming day.

“It’s just a bruise, it will go away in a few days. People get them all the time, we’re kind of delicate that way,” you say, more to yourself than to Xavier. “As long as I don’t put too much pressure on it then—”

“You are hurt,” Xavier cuts in.

“Huh? Yes, I—”

“I will help.”

And then he’s wrapping one hand underneath your waist to keep you in place and sinking down to come eye level with the colored blemish. You hardly manage a syllable when his tongue is already out and gingerly licking the bruise. Whatever words you wanted to say become a useless jumble that dissolve before they touch your teeth. You’re caught between laughing at the tickling sensation and protesting for him to stop because you don’t think you’re supposed to feel a thrill when he’s trying to help you. You find it frustrating how quick that fear warped into the beginning stages of arousal under the same incident, well, almost.

You’re relieved that he spares a few licks and leaves it at that. You watch in partial haze as he slowly pulls away, unaware that he would have continued his pampering if not for your arousal. He looks at you strangely, his head crooked just an inch and tongue lolling out with thick saliva threatening to drip. He suddenly nose flares, giving you an idea as to why he’s stopped short. Following the subtle movement, his body heaves as he breathes deeply, and his mouth opens wide to release hot air. Like steam, the heated gust rolls over your skin and jolts a shudder through your body.

“You smell,” he inhales as if he can’t take in enough, as if he’s searching for the source of scent, “delicious.” Zach taught him that word, you remember for the strangest reason.

You tense, knowing without a doubt as to what the boogeyman means. When you fidget, you’re horrified by the uncomfortable and distinguishable sensation of wetness soiling between your thighs. Shame slams right into you, burning your face blood red. You try to explain and apologize at the same time in a tangled bunch of words, but you quickly choke the second Xavier lowers his face to press flush into your stomach. Without removing himself or letting an inch of skin be left untouched, he trails his exploration down passed your abdomen, down passed your hips, and shoves his nose right into the core of heat of building dampness.

“Xavier!” you yelp, more out of mortification than pleasure.

However, you’re rendered helpless, as he does nothing but just breathes you in for a long minute. You’re a shaking, blushing mess, not knowing what to do, not knowing if you want him to stop or to…You nearly laugh out loud at the sudden thought of having sex with Xavier. You’ve never considered it before, not even a hint, because you were too busy being afraid or trying to familiarize him with human culture to entertain the idea of bringing him to your bed. But along the way, you somehow missed the entire fact that you unconsciously found him attractive in his own monstrous way. Fucking him isn’t impossible: he has the necessary parts, but does he have the mentality? More important than if he even wants to, would it be so much different?

You place your hands atop his head, neither pushing or pulling as you contemplate to the best of your ability with his face nuzzling into your slickness. Despite his unique features and his overall size, you believe it would be like with any other man. But you think you might go into cardiac arrest with him merely taking in your smell, how would you take on anything more? The image he makes between your legs is another strike at your heart, and you try closing your legs. Xavier isn’t having any of it, though, and grips both your thighs to pry them wide enough to encompass his wide shoulders. The shifting of his muscles startles you and, embarrassingly enough, heightens your libido.

“Okay,” you stutter out, hands fluttering about his head. “Let’s—let’s, uh, ” his tongue glides over his sharp teeth, “We need to talk about this first,” you say.

“Why?”

Sometimes you hate how naive Xavier can be. You push yourself to your elbows, intending to sit up and away from the boogeyman. He holds you fast before you can squirm your way out of his grasp another time. Worse, he yanks you closer and resumes his ardent scenting, triggering another gush of wetness that will surely ruin your panties if they aren’t soaked already. Your face burns another degree higher yet again, as you realize you must be wetting his nose.

“F-first of all,” you begin, “I need to see if Zach is okay.”

“Checked already, Zach is fine.”

You almost scream in frustration but bite it back. “Secondly,” you persist, “do you even know how to, well, do you know what sex is?”

For once, Xavier pauses and draws away. The sudden removal of warmth startles you. A look of thought crosses his neutral features, and then he spots a painting of flowers above the headboard. He points a long, thick finger to it, encouraging you to peek up at the framed art.

“It is spring,” he says.

You and Zach taught him the days, months, seasons, and time. Slowly, you answer, “Yes, it’s spring now. What does that have to do with my question?”

He ponders more, looking rather endearing as he picks through his thoughts. “A bird in spring.”

An eyebrow arches at the seemingly random mention of the winged animal. And then he hovers over you until his shadow swallows you, wedges his hips between your legs to meet your core and snaps them forward with such force that you jerk. It leaves you breathless for numerous reasons, one being the shock of pleasure from the friction and another being the mortification of such a lewd action. Xavier thrusts his hips again, this time deliberately grinding into you. You cry for him to stop, only because you fear you’ll ask him to keep going instead. For extra measure, your hands fly out to push him, although that won’t make a difference.

“Birds mate in spring,” he simply says, and it’s a heavy stone sinking into your stomach.

“This is mating season for you?” you gasp out.

He nods, making you freeze. “It is why I am acting strange. We cannot stop nature, but I did not want to scare you. I tried resisting. It is…hard.”

The bits of information fall into place in perfect harmony. Xavier has been denying his biological needs for your sake. You can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it is for him to disregard nature or how long he has been doing so. You now understand the events from the previous night: it was a moment of weakness, he lost control. He had come so close, too close, to hurting you, and when he realized what he had almost committed—You don’t think you would have seen Xavier for a long while or ever if that were the case.

“You’re too good, Xavier,” you say, lost in thought.

He shakes his head. “I did it, because I love you.”

Your heart swells to implosion and you can only stare up at him in awe. You knew he’s liked you for a while now, but you thought he liked you the same way he did Zach, just with the exception that he handled you differently because he was uncovering knowledge about your body. Naturally, you were horrified with the aspect of a monster finding interest in you in the beginning, but after coming to know him you can’t seem to care, and a part of you peeks out with his confession.

“I love you, and I choose you as my mate.”

The confession hits you hard, leaving you a gaping mute.

Your lack of answer makes him worry. His brow bone furrows and he asks, “You do not love me?”

“No, no, I do love you—” Saying it sounds much different than thinking it. It makes for an epiphany. “I love you, too,” you whisper, staring into those luminescent eyes that have dimmed to a soft glow.

He hums, daring to brush a finger from your temple down to your chin, a signature touch you will always find comfort in. “Are you mine?”

With your words clogged in your throat, you opt to nod instead, leaning into his hand. The possessive hint makes you weaken, admittedly.

“Say it,” he demands, pressing onto you like it might push the answer out. “Say it,” he says again, this time rumbling the command into your ear.

You think it’s useless to deny the tremors, thus you don’t try to tame the violent tremble winding its way up your entire frame. You swallow first before answering, “I’m yours.”

Your first kiss with Xavier is clumsy and slow. Without having to warn him, the boogeyman already knows to be careful with his teeth. It doesn’t take him long to pick up how to meld his lips with yours, how to slant his head to just the right angle, how to trace the seam of your rosy mouth with his tongue. He takes care to not choke you with the thick muscle. The heated exchange branches off to something much more electrifying.

You can’t seem to touch enough of him, your hands roaming along the huge expanse of his body and trying to memorize the strength beneath his warm skin. Xavier isn’t much different. His gigantic hands trace every curve and plane with a deliberate intent, and it makes you smile how cautious he is. It isn’t until you reassure him you won’t break that his grasping becomes desperate, as if he’s been waiting for ages to finally feel you under his hands, and that revelation might not be wrong.

Having his fill of stamping his palms on you, he begins to tug at your clothes. You don’t even hesitate to strip out of them, although you have to slow Xavier down less he shreds them off you. Once bare, you allow him to burn the image of your nakedness into his mind. You can’t help shaking and fidgeting underneath his intense eyes that you swear have manifested into invisible hands ghosting over your body.

Finally, he gently splits your thighs apart with no resistance, and you welcome him. You aren’t sure what makes your breath hitch in your throat, the fire of his mouth capturing a diamond nipple and suckling it with the utmost tenderness of a babe or the burn of his hardened cock intimately kissing your ever growing slickness. You decide it must be both, but any rational thought shatters the moment Xavier simultaneously teases his pointed teeth over your twin nipple peaking for attention and glides the line of his thick length along your clenching pussy at a torturous pace. You jolt and gasp for escaping air, forgetting how thrilling the touch of another is. It’s been a long time, and all the sensitivity has built up to a mountain.

You become distracted by a brief spell of dizziness from the spontaneity of everything that you don’t realize Xavier is traveling his way down your body until he’s mouthing at your thighs. Startled, you whip your head to eye him. There lays the monster, too big to settle between your legs and slathering and marking your quivering thighs. Again, the sight pulls at your core, making you squirm in his tight hold. As if the world has slowed to the dripping of molasses, you watch, unable to tear your eyes away, as he closes the seemingly infinite gap between his salivating mouth and your weeping cunt. You think you might bite your lip off at the hot stun of his tongue lapping you up.

You can’t ever recall anyone doing this to you so well or doing so at all, for that matter. Xavier turns you into a mess, ravenously drinking from you with his dexterous tongue. Unexpectedly, the entire length of the muscle eases into your gaping heat and you arch to a tautly strung bow. You fist at the sheets, gulping for breaths, and violently writhe. He sets a cadenced tempo of measured back and forth strokes, each push and pull feeling longer than the one before. You suspect his tongue has thousands of different muscles, because each twitch and curl feels like a separate touch entirely. It’s unbelievable against your insides, igniting places you didn’t even know existed. And the erotic sound of his thickly oozing tongue driving into your equally crying pussy is exotic.

You’re on the verge of chasing an end. Not wanting it to stop so soon, you push at his bare head and plead him to give you a moment to catch your breath. Xavier proves to be wickedly stubborn, snarling a playful hum. He locks his hands over your navel and drags you closer. His whole mouth gently clamps around you and he speeds his efforts. You almost rupture, but he immediately pulls away, leaving you throbbing and disappointed. You aren’t sure if you’re imagining his grin or not. The boogeyman rises to his knees and clutches himself. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he dribbles saliva to coat his cock standing skyward. Out of everything he’s done to you, it’s this one act that has you burning up in embarrassment.

After a few strokes to evenly lubricate himself, although you doubt he needs to with how wet you are, Xavier resumes his position of looming over you. The two of you stare at each other for minutes, just taking in the anticipation and galvanism webbing in between. He leans down to kiss you and you meet him halfway, winding your arms tight around his neck. Testing the waters, he aligns his rounded tip against your entrance. You break away, suddenly nervous yet eager at the same time. Sensing your emotions, Xavier presses his forehead to yours.

“Okay?” he asks, giving you an Eskimo kiss.

You nod, inhaling deeply. “I’m okay. I want this.”

He seals your lips once more, a chaste touch. While you’re absently distracted, he slides in ever so slowly. You’re so ready, however, that your insides grip and pull him in. His girth is bigger than you’ve had in the past, but it’s a magnificent stretch. He reaches home, filling you up like nothing else can and you’re clutching him tighter because of it. You aren’t the only one affected by the joining; Xavier has grown tense, refusing to move until you give him permission to. His body rises and falls in heavy pants, and you can feel his face crinkling in struggle. You’re a snug fit and incredibly warm that you don’t blame him for fighting the urge to take you wildly right then and there.

After an excruciating minute, you give him the cue. He draws back, caressing every inch, stops short of his head and nudges forth just as patiently. A soft “oh” falls from your lips. Taking that as another sign of encouragement, Xavier goes steady. It’s satisfying to a degree until you begin to crave more. You urge him to a faster pace. He complies with happiness. Gradually, the tender momentum breaks off to a frenzied pistoning. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel he might break the bed with the passionate thrusting, but you can’t seem to care when the orgasm you were previously seeking comes back at a brutal force.

“Xavier, Xavier, Xavier,” you echo, reduced to a broken record.

You come undone first. Your limbs lock in place, your lip might be bleeding, and overwhelming pleasure crashes over you again and again. Xavier is still racing after his own finish, stretching your orgasm on until you weep at the assault of overstimulation. Your milking passage is enough, and he comes with a roar into the pillow beside your ear. He has to release his hold on you and grip the sheets, for his generally blunt fingertips have sharpened to a bone point and pierce through.

It feels forever, but Xavier does pull away at some point. Your slick bodies connect as he cradles you into the nest of his arms. You remember falling back asleep after that. The second time you wake up, it’s to Zach knocking on your door. Xavier is still tangled around you, but he’s awake.

“Yes?” you answer, wincing at the crack your voice gives.

“Are you okay? You’ve been sleeping for a long time,” Zach says through the door.

Your eyes dart to the clock and you jolt up. It’s ten. “Sorry, buddy. I was just more tired than usual. I’ll be out in a bit.” You send Xavier a meaningful look. He kisses your temple before disappearing into the shadows.

“Okay. Is Xavier there? I didn’t see him when I woke—Oh, hi, Xavier!”

You hear the pair shuffle downstairs. When they’re out of earshot, you slump with a sigh. It doesn’t take long for you to clean up. You’ll need to pop some after morning pills, you think as you wipe away the whiteness seeping down your thighs. You run downstairs and greet the duo happily waiting for your arrival. Zach is in a better mood after brunch and some time outside. All seems the same, except you find your eyes seeking out Xavier throughout the day. The boogeyman isn’t as shy, openly staring at you even with Zach present, who doesn’t notice the oddity of the behavior, thankfully. In fact, the boy merely shoots the two of you a curious look when Xavier becomes more affectionate with you. The dream meets its end, though.

“Why is Xavier kissing you?” Zach asks, his nose scrunching up at the image of said boogeyman currently pampering you.

“Uh…”

“She is my mate.”

“Xavier!”

“Like animals?” Zach looks between the two of you.

You manage to slither out of the arms banding around you. “Well, more like your mom and dad,” you carefully say.

A beat passes. “Oh.” The boy blinks. “Oh!” And his eyes light up. “Does that mean you two love each other?” His excitement stuns you.

“Um, yes, we do,” you say.

Zach tries wrapping both of his small arms around the two of you. You think it’s close to the boy sighing in relief as a “finally”. You wonder how long he’s been wishing for this union. The remainder of the day, you feel lighter. That noon, you bid your boys goodbye till next time. An emptiness is quick to replace the contentment overflowing from you as you drive away. You hope you aren’t being arrogant, but you half expected Xavier to put up a fight. You admit you’re disappointed he didn’t. Your housemate’s absence doesn’t help either.

You hope to just see Xavier once, to sleep in his arms. The second that thought passes, arms materializes out of nothing and vines around you. You yelp, nearly jumping out of your bed; however, the arms anchor you still and a voice shushes you. Xavier. Baffled at his appearance, you let yourself be dragged into his embrace. You don’t question how he found you, but you do wonder if it’s alright for him to leave Zach alone tonight.

“He knows I am with you.”

Guilt pricks at you for stealing the boogeyman for the night, but if Zach allows this, then you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. “I’m glad you came,” you whisper.

“I am glad I am here.” And he traces the familiar path from your temple to your chin.

You don’t think he will be going away anytime soon. He tells you as much, and you’re fine with his stay.

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previous: 04 | fin.

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a/n: this took a lot longer than i intended, but i can say i’m happy with ending it. and excuse my smut; i’m slightly rustyyy. and as for xavier’s sudden speech skills: since boogeymen are meant for the eyes of children, they understand the monsters on a level that adults cannot (not saying it’s impossible for adults to achieve this). boogeymen have no need for vocalizing their thoughts, children know their silent intents, almost like reading expressions, the atmosphere, or through telepathic elements. xavier, however, learned how to speak the human language for “your” sake. now that this story is done, time for more monster boyfriends!

right. i’m guilty for negligence, and for that i dO APOLOGIZE A...

Mon, 04 Jun 2018 16:14:21 -0400

right. i’m guilty for negligence, and for that i dO APOLOGIZE A THOUSAND TIMES OVER IAMSOSORRY. you monster lovers are so faithful it hurts!

there’s no denying it: i’ve been lazy when it comes to chapter 5 for “xenophobia”, mostly because i’m still trying to figure out some kinks, a bit hesitant on completing the story overall, and i have summer classes, too. yes, i’m taking summer classes…

i don’t remember if i stated this in the past, but this blog is primarily a side hobby. that means updates and art do not (does not? my brain is a little slow at the moment) follow a schedule; however, i don’t plan to abandon any works i’ve started. i’ve done enough of that in the past, so i fully intend to finish my stories.

once again, i sincerely apologize for not having at least warned you all. that’s my fault. and as for chapter 5, i’m a little more than half way through it. i want to finish writing first before i tackle some art. i will also be revising previous chapters.

thanks for sticking with me, monster lovers, i honestly don’t deserve you. ;_;

I just wanted to tell you how much I love your story. Xavier has become my favorite monster, and I know I’ll be coming back to this story for a long time! Your writing is fantastic and the way you make the story and interactions feel so natural and realistic is amazing. I’m so glad I found your blog! Looking forward to the next chapter. Hope you have a great day!❤️

Tue, 17 Apr 2018 17:20:39 -0400

thankyousomuchahhhiloveyou

a sneak peek for a comic strip bringing to life the meeting...

Mon, 16 Apr 2018 20:37:42 -0400

a sneak peek for a comic strip bringing to life the meeting between zach and xavier. i don’t mean to torment anyone with this preview, just wanted to pop in to let you all know that i am working on content that isn’t itty-bit asks, not that i don’t enjoy doodling. 😂

(also, for anyone who will be dropping in my inbox, i just want to warn you that my drawing tools aren’t cooperating with me atm. i should be fine tomorrow. sorry for the small inconvenience, little monster lovers.)

@backstagerebelgirl’s Xavier! Its not very good but I wanted to...

Mon, 16 Apr 2018 19:56:18 -0400

@backstagerebelgirl’s Xavier! Its not very good but I wanted to try atleast🤗

are you kidding me? this is magnificent. look at xavier—he looks so sad i just want to hug him! thank you so much for sharing! 💕

This is defenetly not how anatomy works, I’m sorry and I’m sorry...

Mon, 16 Apr 2018 19:53:20 -0400

This is defenetly not how anatomy works, I’m sorry and I’m sorry again.

whoa-ho. i am loving that wicked look of his. don’t apologize for this wonderful drawing! thank you so much for another submission! 💕

HERE! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ TAKE IT! I’ll probably spam u with fanart,...

Sun, 15 Apr 2018 19:44:17 -0400

HERE! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ TAKE IT! I’ll probably spam u with fanart, I’m not sorry about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope you are having a great day!!

well hello there. i gladly accept this and future spoils! thank you for the wonderful submission, once again. ugh, you draw a wonderful xavier.

A little doodle for our sweet bean author!...

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 23:43:25 -0400

A little doodle for our sweet bean author! IWILLMAKEITBETTERILOVESORRYOKBYE!

I AM LITERALLY CRYING. don’t apologize; it’s absolutely gorgeous. i mean just LOOK AT XAVIER, LOOK AT ZACH, LOOK AT THE READER. AHHHHH. there aren’t any right words to describe how thankful i am that you’re sharing. it means the world to me to see others being inspired! 💕

I'm sorry to bother you, but, will you accept fanart? I really just hype about your story and I need to take that energy out!! I am sorry I'm such an awkward person!! (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 17:48:03 -0400

don’t ever apologize for asking/messaging me or for being awkward (those are my kind of people), little monster lover. 💕 I would be honored to accept fanart. let me set up the submit option!

Oh!! Did you get a haircut?? If it's anything like your drawing, it's cute as heck! ! 💕👍💕

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 16:22:25 -0400

anon, stahp! you guys are too sweet! 💕

Oh my gosh did you really cut your hair??? Doodle you is so cute!! I bet the real you is cute too!😍

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 16:13:25 -0400

*embarrassed laughing* thank you so much, asdfghjkl. not my first time cutting it, but it’s been a while and i missed how my short hair actually made me look my age…

Which of the monsters that you have planned stories for is your favorite? And are you willing to list those monsters you have in mind for future stories or do you want them kept in the dark for now?😉

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 16:06:25 -0400

i have nothing to hide. i have very general details about most of my monsters, so don’t expect too much yet. creating monsters are a lot harder than it looks.

hylophobia:
-unnamed wendigo

nyctophobia:
-gasouel (wraith)

teraphobia:
-multiple monsters (yes, a harem. oh, boy. this one will take a lot of work to do, considering i have no idea what kind of monsters to include. help, please.)

zoophobia:
-eavern (wolf)
-thaslon (tiger)
-unnamd bear
-ved (boa)
-damavian (shark)

as of now, i don’t have any particular monster i favor over the others. but i do love gasouel’s design.

Are you planning to make more art of Xavier? Those first drawings of him you posted were gorgeous! I’d love to see him when he realized he was scaring the reader. I understand if you don’t have time though! Love your work❤️

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 15:12:54 -0400

i do want to make more art for him, i just can’t come up with any scenarios. i have an unfinished sketch and i was playing around with the idea of illustrating the kitchen scene in ch. 4, so you and i are along the same lines! i’m still trying to figure out how to go about ch. 5, but i am dabbling in drawing.