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THE DOMESTIC MONSTER AU MEME

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Do you love monster people? What if they were commonplace? What if your late-night traffic operator was a friendly vampire? What if your barista was a succubus? What if your teacher was a fairy?

All these and more can be true in a domestic monster au setting! Scenarios for this meme can be all across the board because of domestic situations, but here are some things to get you started! If you're having trouble thinking of prompts, try randomizing from random scenario memes after choosing what kind of monster situation's happening. Post your character's canon and prefs in the titles and post the kinds of monsters, roles, and/or jobs your character would be in the comment, as well as what scenarios you might be interested in.

UNDER WRAPS: Maybe supernatural things are common in the world, but that doesn't mean you want to go flaunting your business to everyone! It can be troublesome to keep certain... cravings under control, though. Who can you confide in when you're a monster?

THE DAILY GRIND: Been there, done that. Yeah, yeah, you know it-- you wave hello to the tentacle man collecting your trash and high five your werewolf best friend before you go to school. This is just how life is.

THE ODD ONE OUT:

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[Abe watched and waited patiently as she typed her response out. He was in awe of how quickly her fingers raced across the keys of her mobile.]

It's not a mask, unfortunately. [The term "monster" stung, but the grimace didn't translate too obviously into his unique features.] I suppose I am, yes--wait, too?

[The Ichthyo Sapien's nictating lids blinked rapidly across his eyes in shock, studying the cat-like helmet with interest. He couldn't see through the dark shield, but it was difficult not to try given his sudden curiosity.]

Pardon my forwardness, but you don't strike me as monstrous.

[If he was looking particularly close, he might have seen the little wisps of shadow that snuck out of her sleeve to help with the typing.

She raises a finger asking him to wait, forgoing her usual request to ask the person not to scream. Slipping the phone away she then reaches up to remove her helmet. When it's clear of his vision she reveals a neck that simply ends in a stump obscured by curling darkness and black shadows. There is no head to be seen at all.]

[When the helmet was off, Abe sucked in a short draw of air that visibly ruffled the frilly gills on his neck. It wasn't a gasp of fear but one of awe.]

You're a Dullahan? I've read about your kind. Irish fae who ride through the night collecting the souls of the recently departed. You--I'm honoured! I'm Abraham Sapien.

Curiously, though: what are you doing in Japan?

[She slips the helmet back on, mostly as a matter of safekeeping, but as she types up a reply her shoulders are set high with the happy energy running through her. It's so exhilarating to run into another nonhuman like this!]

It's a long story, but mostly I came here after my head was stolen. Ah, it was never attached, I know that much, but my connection to it was cut.

[Her shoulders sink slightly as she continues, but not as much as they might have not so long ago.]

Anyway, I don't really remember much of what I was like before then. I've been living here for about twenty years now. I work as a courier.

[Abe's alien features draw into a frown.]

That's quite a long time to be searching for your head. I wasn't aware anything could sever that bond. Forgive me, but how did you lose track of it? I only ask because, well, I work for an American agency called the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defence. I may be of some use tracking it down or at least be able to provide some useful information.

[Her excitement didn't go unnoticed.]

You don't often get any Paranormal visitors here, do you?

[Don't say 'alien'! Celty's scared of aliens! And traffic cops!

She squirms, a bit embarrassed by his assessment. The whole affair is a bit silly if you know all the details.]

It's...complicated. From what I know a cursed sword was used to cut the connection. And then he sold it to a company but they don't have it anymore either.

[She neglects to mention her boyfriend is the son of the man who did it. And that he stupidly admitted it in the middle of their kitchen.]

There's a couple other
strange people around here. Most of them are human though. I don't know if I should talk about the others without their permission. They just want to live quietly.

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