Marull the Alien

Marull was a legend when I was a young cadet. During my training he had just completed a mission, saving his whole crew and the Saint Dawn civilian port from an attack by the Criqruids. He was everywhere at that time. Everyone and anyone would talk about Marull and the work he was doing. I heard whispers from the other cadets, huddled together in the mess hall as they spoke of Marull like he was the deity of the training fields. They talked about his fast track to being made a Captain from a lieutenant commander, something almost unheard of. We all watched as he was given command over his own ship, and everyone whispered about how they wished they could be one of his crew once they graduated.

While my friends spoke of such hope, I reminded myself to stay grounded. Not that I didn’t want to work under Marull as well. I knew I had to stick to reality and save myself the disappointment.

That was years ago and I had just received my promotion, making me a commander. I was being transferred, but at first I didn’t know where I would be going. Upon hearing I would be going to the SS Angelica I felt like that young cadet again.

Orc Boyfriend: Royal

A tattoo parlor and a couple of rivals. What could go wrong?

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

A few months ago you got a job at the Sourpuss Studios, a tattoo parlor. Your old boss knows the owner, and lucky for you, you know one of the artists there. Dolly and you became friends online because you admired each other’s work. Working with her is amazing, and since moving, you’ve become close with her and her boyfriend Lon, who models a lot of Dolly’s work online.

Everything is fantastic about this job, except for one thing - you often work with Royal, another tattooist in the shop, an orc who brags almost nonstop about his previous job. Royal boasts about how he used to work for Millicent Chaney, a tattooist to the stars down in New Orleans. He brags about people he used to work with, all the amazing things he got to do and see while working for Millicent. It gets under your skin quite a bit. You feel that the work itself should do the talking.

Royal has made his feelings about you known as well. Since you had been hired without an interview or your work being seen, he’s skeptical of your ability. Especially since you promote your social media so much. You sent your portfolio to your new boss right away, and even Dolly spoke up for your skills. It seems hypocritical that Royal would talk down about your Instagram account, when all he does is brag about tattooing some celebrity’s ass.

“I may not have worked with any celebrities, but I’ve won some awards for my work,” you tell him one day.

Royal chuckles. “Look, just ask and I can get you an autograph anytime.”

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The Eldritch Lover: Part One

I am so excited to finally bring this work to you all. It’s probably one of my favorites I’ve written, and I am just chomping at the bit to hear what you all think!

Female Reader(cis) x Nonbinary Monster

The summons came at a late hour, and work usually didn’t contact me until the morning on weekdays. Never after six, certainly never on weekends. This was strange, considering how consistent they had been. This job was strange, to say the least, but at least my employers were professional.

It had been storming the last few days. The winds had been strong, and the rain came and went in spurts of heavy showers. Tonight it was drizzling, just enough to lower visibility outside. I had rarely been to the main building of the company I worked for, and it was remote; a huge industrial building miraculously nestled and protected amidst pine trees and rocky terrain.

“Sorry to call you in so late.” I was instantly greeted at the door by Dr. Yora, who said she had sought me out specifically for hiring.

“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said as I removed my raincoat. “What’s going on?” I was still confused and hoping for answers. I was hired as a linguistics specialist, and I worked from home. I was never called in except for the occasional meeting.

Dr. Yora was a tall woman, and that was as much as I knew about her. “Follow me. It’s not safe to talk here.”

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The Eldritch Lover: Part One

I am so excited to finally bring this work to you all. It’s probably one of my favorites I’ve written, and I am just chomping at the bit to hear what you all think!

Female Reader(cis) x Nonbinary Monster

The summons came at a late hour, and work usually didn’t contact me until the morning on weekdays. Never after six, certainly never on weekends. This was strange, considering how consistent they had been. This job was strange, to say the least, but at least my employers were professional.

It had been storming the last few days. The winds had been strong, and the rain came and went in spurts of heavy showers. Tonight it was drizzling, just enough to lower visibility outside. I had rarely been to the main building of the company I worked for, and it was remote; a huge industrial building miraculously nestled and protected amidst pine trees and rocky terrain.

“Sorry to call you in so late.” I was instantly greeted at the door by Dr. Yora, who said she had sought me out specifically for hiring.

“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said as I removed my raincoat. “What’s going on?” I was still confused and hoping for answers. I was hired as a linguistics specialist, and I worked from home. I was never called in except for the occasional meeting.

Dr. Yora was a tall woman, and that was as much as I knew about her. “Follow me. It’s not safe to talk here.”

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terrifying monster: *standing at full height, glaring with narrowed eyes, tongue flicking over his fangs as a thunderous growl fills the air, claws spread wide and basically about to attack*

me: are you flirting with me?

Hau the Merman

The strange cries came from the shore after a horrible storm. I had thought it might have been  the gulls celebrating a wonderful feast, but the more I listened, the stranger the sounds became. Despite the persistent rain, I traversed down the rocky path towards the strange sounds.

It was as cold as hell and my whole body seemed prepared to be dashed upon the rocks,  what with the sea being as choppy as it was . I climbed down the narrow path, managing somehow to keep the lantern in my hand. I was used to being wet, but something about this weather had me worried.

I finally lowered myself down onto the beach which was covered in large chunks of coral and debris from the reef forest. The cries were closer than ever and, as I raised my lantern, I noticed a mass caught against the dock.

The old dock had seen better days, and lately all it had seen were storms upon storms and the planks were beginning to show signs of rot. Halfway down was where the cries came from, louder than sirens, and much more unearthly than the sound of harpies. I knelt over the dock, grasping hold of what looked like netting tangled with coral and massive amounts of seaweed.  Once I had this bizarre package on the dock, I used my knife to open it up to the shrieking from within.

Lizardman Boyfriend

I got a ton of requests for a Lizardman so I went and wrote this little number which I hope you all enjoy! Keep requesting!

You wake with a start, thrashing your arms out as you try to knock the cannons away. You scream, your voice escaping out as a tiny sleepy squeak. After a moment and the smoke in your mind cleared you opened your eyes and lowered you arms slowly when all you see above you is dusty rafters, spider webs and vines decorating them.

You turned your head left seeing a window covered by burlap curtains and a chair covered by the blood-stained cloak and your shoes in the seat. Turning to the right, you saw a door, it was stained red with a bronze latch. Sitting up and looking around the room that smelled like dust and autumn leaves. It was clean, just unlived in. You slip from the bed, feet touching the cold stone floor. You were in your underclothes and were unsure where your dress was or how you came to be undressed.

You about slowly, unsurely. Was this a dream too? Standing before the window and pushing the burlap aside you peer outside, the light was blinding at first, but you saw beyond the glare to a path winding through rows and rows of trees. You heard a river babbling and trickling near by. There was a horse tied near the side of the house, he tossed his head and whinnied.

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Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 2

Ozren’s back! The beloved orc has two new parts coming this week!

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis) Part One

It was a happy accident that you ended up in Obresh. When you fled your home, you had intended to get much farther away, but life had other plans. Life gave you Ozren. While at first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now know that was exactly what you needed.

Big, lovable Ozren gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you’ve been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as a treasure.

Lately, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in the big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lies on his back when he sleeps, and his contours are like a mountain range. His long, curly hair is splayed out across his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite hairy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.

The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer by the day. You’re starting to feel like love is a possibility, but a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.

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Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 2

Ozren’s back! The beloved orc has two new parts coming this week!

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis) Part One

It was a happy accident that you ended up in Obresh. When you fled your home, you had intended to get much farther away, but life had other plans. Life gave you Ozren. While at first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now know that was exactly what you needed.

Big, lovable Ozren gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you’ve been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as a treasure.

Lately, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in the big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lies on his back when he sleeps, and his contours are like a mountain range. His long, curly hair is splayed out across his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite hairy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.

The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer by the day. You’re starting to feel like love is a possibility, but a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.

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Oleander the Vampire: Part Two

Tall vampire boyfriend? There’s more.

Female Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)

Thursday evening, I’m in my classroom grading papers, because I’d rather stay late than take any of this shit home. Between my stage performance class and theatre history class, I really don’t have much, but it takes time to go over all this. I leave the building just as the streetlamps flicker on, and I glance towards the STEAM building to see a big figure come out of the building. I know it’s Oleander, so I head over; this will be my first time talking to him in person since Sunday. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts, but we’ve not talked.

“Good evening!” I call out to him, and he turns to look my way. “I thought that was you! How’s your-” My foot twists on a wonky part of the sidewalk, and I begin to fall over, quickly averting my face so it doesn’t smack directly onto the concrete. Fortunately, Oleander’s strides are quite long, and he grabs me before setting me upright.

“Careful there. Are you okay?” he asks.

I pat myself down. “I think so.” I try to take a step, but my ankle twinges, and I make a sound like a startled puppy. Oleander swoops me up again, putting his arm around me and helping me to a bench.

“Do I need to go get a nurse or something?” He sounds urgent.

“I should be okay,” I take off my shoe and rub my ankle. “I don’t know what that was.”

Oleander watches me carefully, concerned as I try to feel out my ankle. “Let me call you a cab so you don’t have to walk home.”

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Brimer the Orc & Ciran the Drow

Two traveling friends often wind up at the same rest spot. There they meet a girl, who over time, wishes to have the same adventures they do.

Female Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster

A few years ago you were out getting eggs and bread to take back home, when you happened upon a performance. An orc was playing a lute and singing, and his voice was exceptionally lovely. You stopped in the small crowd to listen, and the orc smiled at you. For a moment you felt the beating of your heart skip, and in that same moment you became aware that someone was uncomfortably close to you. It was a gift you’d developed over the years. You noticed a dark hand near your waist, and you snatched it. The drow behind you looked just as shocked as you were, and the orc’s song halted for a brief moment before he started again at a much more rapid pace.

You came to know the pair as Brimer and Ciran, two friends traveling and using their various talents to make their way in the world. Brimer the orc was a jovial and musically talented fellow, who used his music to distract unsuspecting people. Meanwhile, Ciran the drow would pick pockets. You snatching Ciran’s hand had been a shock to both, and they claimed no one had ever caught Ciran before.

That’s what they told you anyway, after you ran from them. Once they caught up with you, they begged you not to tell. They had been robbed on their way into town and needed some coin in order to get food and shelter for the night. Being the sucker you were, you agreed to let them stay at your family’s inn, but they had to earn their keep for the night. Brimer was charged with performing for the usual patrons, while Ciran did the washing in the kitchen.

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Alban the Orc

I’ve noticed one of the regular patrons has taken a shining to Silke and it’s not one I would recommend polishing. He’s a rough type, and not in the usual orcish way that is accepted. I don’t like the way he looks at her, nor the way he sneers at his friends when she walks away from the table. I’ve told Silke to stop being so nice, not everyone understands that it is just hospitality, but she would always appear with that smile again and that charm she refused to turn off for anyone.

“If you want to stop serving that table, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have one of the elf girls run it,” I told her.

Silke looked up at me with those soft eyes of hers suddenly going sharp. “I’m fine with it, Alban,” you huffed. “Stop worrying so much, I told you I can handle myself.”

“A short, soft thing like you is like cake in these parts, I told you that when we first met,” I grouched back. The two of us have been like this since I hired her, but I always need hard workers in my tavern, and Silke worked just as hard as me most days. “I keep you around for a reason, Softy, I don’t want you getting scared off.”

Saito the Orc

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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.

The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.

If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.

Brict the Goblin Prince (Rewrite)

You had always dreamed of what your wedding would be like. As a small child you used to play it out with all your dolls and stuffed animals. You would make our own wedding outfit and walk down an aisle with a sheet serving as a veil.

All you wanted was to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding that anyone had ever seen. It had never occurred to you to think about a groom or who you would be walking up the aisle towards. You wanted the big white alter, the flowers, the beautiful flower girl and to dance.

Now that your big day was here, you wanted anything else. Your arranged marriage had taken place a few years ago, but you always figured it would fall through or never happen. But your betrothed was eager and was constantly asking for a date from your father. He soon grew too impatient and backed your father into a corner.

The Goblin kingdom had been fighting over borders with your family’s kingdom for ages. As long as you could remember fights and war were fought on the horizon outside your window. All the guards in the castle were now men younger than you. All the strong and older knights were off fighting.

Griz the Lizardman

A recent storm had hit Blackforte, causing a lot of damage to buildings around the seafront area. Your place had been hit quite hard, taking on water damage on the ground floor and the front porch had been totally obliterated by your favorite tree. To your surprise, your favorite tree being uprooted had hurt the worst out of everything that had happened.

“I’m having a hard time finding someone who can do the repairs,” you lament as you sit in the diner. The room is packed, filled with people who were also hit by the storm. “Everyone else is already scooped up and doing other jobs. The wait time is...unbearable.”

Your sister, Sarah, looked up from her plate. “You could watch youtube videos and do it yourself?”

“Why is that your answer to everything?” You huffed.

If any of y’all didn’t know, there’s a free online library, aka

https://openlibrary.org/

and I found like, twelve ebooks I’ve been wanting to read on there, and blasted through like three of them during the course of a boring-ass shift.

Guy there are books on magic on there.

There’s books on EVERYTHING there!

Wouldn’t this be bad for authors though? or is this like a normal library where they get /some/ money?

It’s like a normal library. Libraries can upload ebooks there and let people check them out through openlibrary if you have an openlibrary account, or it can point you to nearby libraries that have physical copies of the book for you to go and check out. If you check out books via openlibrary it counts towards the count of books checked out from the library that uploaded the ebook, and they can use it in their reporting and funding and stuff.

There’s like 150 libraries partnered with openlibrary so far.

They also have copies that you can check out if you are print-disabled.

You can also ‘sponsor a book’, which means you pay the cost of the ebook you want openlibrary to acquire, and then they can add it to their collection and let people check it out.

https://openlibrary.org/authors/OL26576A/Tamora_Pierce

I sure did!

And click on a title even if it says ‘no ebook available’ and scroll down, ‘cause sometimes that just means “all of the copies of ebooks are checked out right now but you can get on the waitlist when it’s back in”

This is part of the Internet Archive! I’ve posted about this before. Please go, it’s amazing. 

Queen of the Damned (2002) // From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series (2014-2016)