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meme_orys) wrote in bakerstreet2016-05-18 09:54 pm
A not so monstrous monster?
A not so monstrous monster?
A meme for everyone.
The giant, the dragon, the werewolf, even the evil looking creature that lurks in the shadows... They're horrible monsters that just want to destroy, kill, infect others, and spread evil... right?
Wrong.
The giant is gentle, the dragon just wants a friend, the werewolf only wants to sleep by a warm fire and the so called evil creature? It just wants to try and help others...
Whether they are just misunderstood, reclusive or even feared, they are not as 'monstrous' as one would think.
How to play:
It's simple. The 'monster' isn't as terrible as one might think, so that can lead to all kinds of situations.
Are you the monster? Maybe someone meeting the monster for the first time? Someone coming to try and kill the monster? I'm sure you can think of a few ideas.
1. Do Not Leave Your Top Comment Blank!
Be sure to list your preferences in your top post. Monster types, situations that you'd like to try, do you want gen, angst, fluff or something else? Plus add whatever else you may think is important.
1a. This is not a smut meme, but if you want that option be sure to note that you're open to it, and include what your preferences are.
1b. Do NOT post NSFW pictures in this meme please.
2. Monsters do not have to be 'monsters' in the classic sense. Be it werewolves, dragons, demons, cat people, fairies, mermaids or even the big guy up the street with scars and a bad reputation... They just have to be scary to someone else.
3. Have fun and respect others!
A meme for everyone.
The giant, the dragon, the werewolf, even the evil looking creature that lurks in the shadows... They're horrible monsters that just want to destroy, kill, infect others, and spread evil... right?
Wrong.
The giant is gentle, the dragon just wants a friend, the werewolf only wants to sleep by a warm fire and the so called evil creature? It just wants to try and help others...
Whether they are just misunderstood, reclusive or even feared, they are not as 'monstrous' as one would think.
How to play:
It's simple. The 'monster' isn't as terrible as one might think, so that can lead to all kinds of situations.
Are you the monster? Maybe someone meeting the monster for the first time? Someone coming to try and kill the monster? I'm sure you can think of a few ideas.
1. Do Not Leave Your Top Comment Blank!
Be sure to list your preferences in your top post. Monster types, situations that you'd like to try, do you want gen, angst, fluff or something else? Plus add whatever else you may think is important.
1a. This is not a smut meme, but if you want that option be sure to note that you're open to it, and include what your preferences are.
1b. Do NOT post NSFW pictures in this meme please.
2. Monsters do not have to be 'monsters' in the classic sense. Be it werewolves, dragons, demons, cat people, fairies, mermaids or even the big guy up the street with scars and a bad reputation... They just have to be scary to someone else.
3. Have fun and respect others!
Jesse "Quick" Wells | The Flash | OTA
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Chara | Undertale | OTA
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[yeah murder and probably would have done more before their ass got hauled off]
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[probably an au! any ideas for a starter?]
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i rly like that chara art in your icons
haha, thanks! aoile is a great artist
so i see! i like chara's Nose
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Darth Vader | Star Wars : Blue Milk Special
Having said that... he does enjoy playing Cantina Rock Band and watching Star Trek.
Sebastian Moran - BBC Sherlock OC
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As a rule, he sustained himself on blood formally donated for medical purposes even though the preservative chemicals tasted awful and blood that wasn't fresh from the source made him queasy. Every once in awhile, he gave in to the guilty desire to hunt live food. The practice was incredibly risky, though Moriarty's venom ensured that any victim he got his fangs into would be out cold before they knew what had happened. He never killed anyone, of course. Destroying one's renewable source of food isn't generally a good strategy for survival.
It wasn't that he was peckish during his lecture visit to Oxford, though. The violent brute had it coming. Having yanked him into a dark alley before biting him, the professor was reasonably sure that no one would witness the deed. The young man would wake up in a few hours with no visible injuries, which was a far kinder fate than he would have faced if actually allowed to continue his plan to seek out his romantic rival and beat him to death.
If anyone did see what was happening, they might not be alarmed anyway. The victim was pleasantly stuporous, showing no distress at all, cradled in the professor's lap. Moriarty wouldn't drink any blood until he had injected enough venom to knock him out completely, and that process took time.
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What a stupid concept.
Tonight, he knew he was being followed and then suddenly he was not. Curious, he circled round the building, stealthy as if he were hunting in the bracken. Against the light at the end of the alley, about where he lost Captain, he saw two vague shapes and crept closer until he could see what was going on. Wondered why Captain wasn't fighting, after all, the man was known for taking a punch at just about everything. He just lay there, with a dumb grin on his face looking up at the other man. Then the new person bend and it took him a few minutes to make a connection between what he was seeing and what his imagination could provide, but there it was, some weirdo biting and drinking blood...and Captain getting off on it.
Watched, ready to interrupt if Wanna-be-Vamp took more than Captain could give. Captain might have wanted to jump him and punch his lights out, but he figured he had it coming. Some people just got attached and thought of others as possessions.
When Wanna-be rose, leaving Captain behind, he waited a minute then crept closer to check on Captain. The sleeping man was still breathing, heartbeat strong, he was fine. The bite marks were licked clean, no residual blood on the skin. The marks were already closed up, red and sore, but healing rapidly. No danger of continuing to bleed out. Interested, he decided to stalk the Wanna-be back to his...lair?
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His "lair" was a comfortable room in the building that had served as guest accommodations for the University since the time of visiting religious scholars. It was a perfectly normal hotel now, with a lobby and dining hall and people rustling about even at this time of night. After greeting the desk clerk as well as the overnight cleaning employees and bellhop, the professor made his way up the stairs to his second story room. He wouldn't sleep there, his kind had no need for the daily regenerative trance. There were a few hours left until breakfast with the Chancellor, ample time to catch up on the academic materials he had been able to borrow from the University's unique collection.
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Early morning found him out running with the rest of his reserve platoon, something he did without thinking, running laps around the campus, looking at those beginning to wend their way to offices and classes. After his morning run and calisthenics and then mechanical engineering application class, a field he was considering to be of more use to the military - Sir Augustus would have had a conniption, but what the old man didn't know wouldn't hurt him too much - he arrived in time to squeeze in the back of the hall before the doors closed. On stage was said Professor, or was it Doctor? - flipping to look at the program - Moriarty. After the huzzah's for our department, etc. etc., the well-introduced man began to speak. The details were well above his head, but Jack listened and put together what was possible. He wasn't stupid by any means, he simply had no desire to go beyond the arch of a bullet or a missile, or some other curvature and distance of a weapon and whatever the engineering program required. Jack liked what he could get his hands on, to touch, to feel, to make do what he needed. True, military history required other skills, and he put in the time there as well, learning the strategies and then reason and weapons behind it.
When the lecture was over, he stayed behind to listen to the questions that were way over his head, studying the mannerisms of his subject.
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She's not used to being solid, so it takes her time. Naturally, the way she decides to announce her presence is less than ideal. Weeks of her quiet, of checking on him when he comes home, pissed and bloodied, that when he doesn't come home for the night, she strips his bed and dumps the lot of it at the foot, on the floor. As if to say, if you're not going to use it-]
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Threw himself in the armchair before the fire, scowling at the tiger's pelt. The more time he spent here the more he thought about the Hindu priest saying the tiger's spirit was still with him. Warding him with the tooth hadn't help, and he wanted to tear off the leather lacing that threaded through the curved canine. More likely, the things moved it was his father's men messing with Jack's head. Hated his father who wasn't his father, the man blamed Jack instead of his brother who slept with Sir Augustus' wife. Good thing, or else his father would have never had a child.
Bastard.
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Then, to make her point very clear, she lifted it a centimeter or so and clicked the bottom down again. Pay attention!
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Trying not to think about it, he poured another glass of whiskey. Knocked it back without tasting it, only feeling the burn.
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Laughed, the sound harsh. It helped get rid of the other sounds around him that he couldn't strangle into silence.
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Theo Raeken | Teen Wolf
Pandora | OC | OTA
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It's quite by happenstance that she spots him, reds and blues that don't quite add up to any of her current correlations. It's easy to engineer a pass, and she's all sunshine as she approaches. Look how harmless I am. Like she doesn't know the name of distant stars and poison plants. All she wants is a better look.]
Excuse me, [she says, and her average London accent - not too upper class, not too lower class - is spot on. Practice, probably.] Do you have the time?
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"I suppose that depends on what you wish to do with it." Please let there be some actual intelligence behind those vacantly cheerful eyes.
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"If you asking if I have the time to spare, for the purposes of some pleasantly enlightening conversation with you? Then yes, I do have the time."
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