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a-lonely-dragon

If the monster match is still open~ I'm a pretty introverted gal, much love for chilling alone. I'm on the quieter side, I prefer listening and observing, and am more of an "action speaks louder than words" kind of person. I love reading and writing sci-fi, fantasy, and horror/supernatural, and watching horror movies. I adore the peacefulness of nighttime and stargazing. I've got a soft spot for the gentle giant trope. 5' 6'', blond pixie cut, big ol' glasses cuz I'm blind as a bat.
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You’ve been matched with an Orc! He’s not the tallest of his people, sure, but he towers over most humans at 6'4. When the weather is nice, he enjoys to just sit outside and work on his wooden carvings. You occasionally lose track of him when he does this since he is entirely silent whenever in deep thought. How can a hulking figure blend in with his surroundings? His skin is a warm forest green, light and dark brown freckles dusting his nose, arms, and back; an effortless camouflage for whenever he’s out in the woods. Though the sky has never been much of an interest for him, he took the time to learn all your favorite constellation names so he can easily understand what you’re looking for at night. He even carved the outer shell of a telescope for your birthday, special ordering the optical pieces from a skilled glass smith. The look on your face was worth every painstaking hour spent whittling the runes that decorate the sides.
  
lyn-walker-

Hey! Sending this in for the monster match you posted. I'm a new sub after reading your Selkie story. I guess for an about me, I'm 18 in my first year of uni, I'm a boy(ish), I like guys and role reversal girls. I love the cold and the snow, and although I loved your story, I'm scared of the ocean. I also like pastel and lofi aesthetics. One last thing to add is that I love feeling small, and having someone protect me. Thanks for doing this! Looking forward to who you choose.

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You have been matched with a Leshy! This Slavic creature is the guardian of a northern forest, able to grow or shrink at will to aid and assist all animals under his care. His blood runs blue, so when he blushes, his near-white skin changes to the color of the clearest morning sky. The Leshy is always calm and sweet around you, leaving little winter blossoms and berries on your doorstep whenever he can. His hair matches the dark evergreens that his forest is made of, usually wild and knotted at the end of a long day.  You never worry about becoming lost within his forest, for somehow your path always leads you to exactly where you need to be, no matter how you twist and turn.  He does nothing without reason, and would never think to harm another creature without provocation. The only time you have ever seen him genuinely livid was when poachers entered his forest for the furs of his precious white wolves. Though he only caused a minor avalanche, it was enough to trap the poachers until rescuers dug them out and promptly put them behind bars.
  
Anonymous-
For the monster pair up 🤩 I’m a short female with a relatively small frame in the top but thicker thighs and hips I’m more of an extrovert and love going out, especially with people I like being protected and feeling safe, and I also enjoy my s/o when they b drinking that respect wamen juice I enjoy nature and being outside quite often, and will opt for a hike over a fancy restaurant (Btw I love all your stories on Archive I’m lowkey fangirling rn since I found your Tumblr)
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You have been matched with the Curupira! The Curupira has a mop of bright ginger hair, the straight tuffs often sticking out at odd angles. His green eyes change with his environment, shifting to match the colors of the forest. Unlike a human, his feet are shaped in an odd angle, his ankle beginning at a higher point in his leg like a bird’s, looking as though he’s standing on tip-toe at all times. Since his toes are on the opposite side of a human’s his footprints look like he is running backward. Your Curupira, though mischievous, took a swift liking to you. If he feels you are being mistreated, he is quick to cause simple inconveniences to the guilty party, shoelaces tied together here, a pit appearing out of nowhere there, nothing particularly life-threatening. There is nothing that happens in his rainforest that he doesn’t know about, and he is more than happy to show you every square inch of his pride and joy.  In the heart of the forest is a home that he made for you to stay in whenever you please, the trees coaxed to grow just so, wild berries and edibles surrounding the space so you would never get hungry. He’s not particularly skilled with the mundaneness of basic human interactions, but he tries not to be a terror in public. Your Curupira much prefers the wildness of nature rather than the blandness of city life
  
batavakiking-

Hello, are the Monstermatches still open? If yes, could you pair me? I'm a chubby architecture student, very tired and in need of hugs and kisses. I love wearing dresses and hoodies. I'm a introvert so I usually stay home. I like to read and draw, and even if I enjoy spending time with my friends and going out I really appreciate my time alone. I love winter and almost anything winter related, even though I live in a tropical country. Generally, I just want to make my friends happy.

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Your match is a Hrimthurs! This giant is from the realm of Niflheim, the land of eternal cold. Tall is an understatement, it can be said that your Hrimthurs towers over you almost like a mountain. Like most of the species, your Hrimthurs sports an icy blue complexion with a few white scars on their arms and legs from accidents in the forge where they are a smith. They have long, silky white hair that makes people stop in their tracks to look and maybe question about the shampoo type they use. There are no irises or pupils in your Hrimthurs eyes, only whites, which can admittedly be a little startling at first. Though they aren’t quiet artistically inclined with the pen, their armor is regarded to be high quality, their weapons just as decorative as they are deadly. Your Hrimthurs is almost impossibly gentle for their size, often placing a hand on your shoulder or the top of your head as they walk by. Though your Hrimthurs would consider themself an introvert, they are an excellent conversationalist, and an almost perfect salesperson as well. They are remarkable at diffusing frustration and hostility, not only listening to any frustration you may have, but quick to try and fix whatever is wrong.
  
kiliakit
Hi, I’d really like a monster match if they’re still open but I’m not really very confident? I’m a quiet person, pretty self-conscious, and I love cuddling with my cats while reading a book. I fidget a lot and I’m always stressed about something, but my sketchbook is always on hand! I’m only 5’4 and I could really use some casual affection, even if it’s just a hand on the shoulder. I tend to sing along with whatever’s on the radio, even if my siblings say I’m not very good. Thanks 😊
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You have been matched with a Ghost! Your ghost is attached to something you bought, though you haven’t quite figured it out yet. Your ghost can be corporal for hours at a time- they’ve had millennia to practice. Though your ghost isn’t particularly certain where they came from, it has been narrowed down to the Mediterranean area. Your ghost has a head of thick, curly brown hair, eyes as dark as melted chocolate, and a smile that can rip your heart out of your chest. Crowds and public places can be overwhelming for them, and much prefer to stay put in your home. Occasionally, they will go out, as long as there is a guarantee that the destination isn’t far and won’t be populated too densely. They enjoy cuddling up to you whenever you’re at rest, on the couch, on the bed, one time in the shower before the water interfered with their spiritual resonance. After figuring out the modern stove-top, they have taken copying the recipes found in a food magazine accidentally delivered to your address, the rightful owner simply telling you not to bother with the hassle of returning it when contacted. They treat that magazine like a bible, giving you a list of ingredients to buy at the grocery store whenever possible, and you usually come home to a home cooked meal, ready on the table. Your ghost can’t eat, they just enjoy the ability to craft something that you enjoy so thoroughly.
  
anonymous-

Hi! I'm a 5'10 girl who's straight. I'm introverted but bubbly when I do have energy for people. I love plants and things that are pretty and delicate, but I l also love things that are high contrast, such as a small, cute person that's incredibly dangerous. I always tend to go for wounded guys that I feel like I can help. I love when they're needy and vulnerable with me. I would love a monster match :)

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You have been matched with a Naga! Your Naga’s snake half is similar to an Albino Burmese Python, with white scales covered in bright yellow spots. His eyes are bright red, startling and almost hypnotic when you made eye contact for the first time, hair a white so pure it blinds when out in the sunlight. The only reason your Naga made it to adulthood would be because he was trapped in a menagerie since hatching, the owner a wealthy collector who enjoyed owning ‘rare things,’ in your Naga’s own bitter words. Unfortunately, he probably wouldn’t have lasted a year out in the wild with his genetic mutation flagging down any an all predators. At first, your Naga refused to talk about his time in the menagerie, since it was all in the past and shouldn’t be touched on. Though, slowly, he would quietly admit to some of the awful things done to him in the quiet dark, feeling comfortable enough to speak of it only in the cover of night. Bitterness still churns within your Naga; however, he doesn’t let it affect his relationship with you in any way. Recently, he’s begun to transcribe some ancient transcripts to a more modern language, his pure, phenomenal understanding of the scrolls mystifying to any other archeologist also working on the project. It brings him joy to contribute so much to something so crucial in understanding the history of his race.
  
Anonymous-

Monster pair up please!!!! Very petite spicy Latina I can be super affectionate and crave it almost constantly I enjoy reading a good book by a fire or just being surrounded by people indoors I don’t really have a type but I love size differences I love someone that can protect me in need

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You have been matched with an Incubus! Your Incubus is over six feet of muscle and love, his skin the color of freshly spilled blood, his hair as black as volcanic rock. As a demon who appeals to the desires of humanity, he can shapeshift slightly, not as fluid as an actual shapeshifter, but he can easily make his features more ‘human.’ Your Incubus is always completely himself, horns, pointy ears, and all when he is alone with you. The human shape he takes is only a precaution for being out in public. While his people have a stigma for being a creature of pure sexuality, it’s honestly more of a complete understanding of physical needs or physical requirements. Humans need to be touched, hugged, cuddled, and your Incubus quickly figures out precisely what you need, when you need it, how to give it, and most importantly, when you need him to back off and let you be. Your Incubus has a fascination with psychology, often borrowing old textbooks and studies from the library to pour over them with the same intensity he gives everything else. The Cubi, succubi/incubi, all have a natural intuition of human emotions; how to trigger and diffuse them, though your Incubus is more interested in how people come to experience their feelings the way they do. How some people have anxiety while others don’t, how those kinds of emotions develop in a person, and how people turn out the way they do. He confides in you that the Cubi don’t exactly think about the logistics of their behavior, how their harmful meddling can affect people over long periods. Your Incubus wants to begin right whatever wrongs are done by his people.
  
leeeeeeesaaaaann-

If the monster match up is still open, I'm a 5'6 female with a lean frame, I am in no way curvy lol, I'm a bit of a scatterbrain and tend to push stuff off till the last minute. I can never really stay on one hobbies since there are so many fun things to do. I wouldn't say I'm shy, maybe an ambivert? I'm shy when it comes to my self but I'll be loud in a snap for family or friends. Also if this helps any, I love music but have a decent voice and cooking/drawing are one of my best abilities!

Match-

Your match is with an Aes Sídhe! Your Aes Sídhe is an ethereal beauty, tall and willowy, with hair darker than night and skin as pale as snow. Their Otherworld revolves around yours like a twin planet, invisible to the untrained eye, but always there, hiding under a layer of reality. Your Aes Sídhe stumbled through into your world, and though very confused by the difference in technology and social etiquette (you’re allowed to just… THANK PEOPLE?!?!), they soon found Earth to be charming, though its sort of the same way a rich person would find the little town of their third vacation home charming. In the end, they decided they wanted to stay with you instead of returning home, deciding it would be nigh impossible to part with you. It turns out that your Aes Sídhe has a special knack for caring the sick and ailing, especially since they seem to know more about medicinal herbs and their uses than any homeopathic guru in the country. They love this water diffuser invention and often has it running with some kind of herbal essential oil during flu season to keep your lungs clear of a cough. There is no shortage of fresh herbs to use in cooking, as your Aes Sídhe diligently keeps a windowsill garden healthy and ready to eat.
  
lukeios-
Hi! Sounds fun, so why don't I try? I am 22 and a woman. I have blonde hair that I dye red, blue eyes and I am quite tall. I like pretty and beautiful things. I am an artist: I am studying sculpture but I love watercolors ♥️⭐ I am learning tarot and other witchy stuff. Thanks!
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You have been matched with a Seelie Fae! Once that you accidentally summoned. Oops. Though annoyed in the beginning, he decided that some time in your realm would be a decent enough break from the drama of the court. It has been a long time since his last visit to your realm, and to say the changes are vast would be an understatement. The last person he made a deal with died over three centuries ago, back when most people thought the sun was the same size as the moon and revolved around the Earth. He does have a bit of an identity crisis since he always thought of himself as a dealmaker fellow, and slowly comes to terms that no one needs to ask for children, no one needs to ask for rain, and no one needs to ask for cures for diseases that have been eradicated anymore. There are only a limited amount of things the Fae can do via ‘magic,’ and humans have apparently advanced well beyond that. After watching some reruns of Judge Judy during his low, he became somewhat fascinated with the idea of human law and those who practice it. Using his usual charms, he somehow wedged himself into an upper-class law school and excelled faster than any other student ever to attend. Now he is infamous and feared in a very different court, one where he may not be able to call all the shots, but one that challenges him in a way nothing else has. Your Seelie Fae hasn’t felt this alive in a millennium. Though his actions might come off a bit manipulative, he really does want what’s best for you and understands that he doesn’t honestly know better than you in that area. It took your Seelie Fae a while to realize that, though. After figuring out your preferred methods of intimacy, he makes sure to do them whenever he can. Your Seelie Fae feels the need to remind you of his adoration at all times to make up for the cold shoulder he gave you during the first meeting.  
  
rhainakincaid-

I'm a pansexual lady and folklore loving geek. I love the woods and green places and will often find myself missing it if I am away too long. I like wordplay and wit in my partner(s) but am very ambivalent when it comes to appearance as long as they're affectionate, playful, and can keep up.

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You have been matched with a Nixie! Your Nixie has flowing honey-brown hair that usually is the home of reeds and twigs if she doesn’t take the time to brush it regularly. With the voice of an angel and the wit of a devil, your Nixie, unlike her sisters, is able to convince her prey to merely wander into her lake of their own accord instead of hypnotizing then with a song. You find her one day, lounging out on the rocks completely naked, brushing her hair while humming a little melody. Having passed a ragged man with wild, shifty eyes carrying a paper bag with god knows what inside, you approached her to voice your concern. Your Nixie thought that was incredibly sweet and extremely unnecessary, though didn’t tell you the latter until much later. Instead, she invites you to sit with her and talk. She takes an immediate liking to you, scrounging up shiny pebbles and fully bloomed flowers to give you whenever you swing by. You give her a favorite colored rubber band to tie her hair with when she goes swimming. Though she does have clothes to wear (you cannot begin to fathom where she even hides them), the hems of her dresses and pants are always wet, just shy of dripping water wherever she wanders. Your Nixie enjoys attending concerts, especially that new genre called ‘rock,’ despite that most of the songs not even being about rocks. 
  
different-stars-and-stories-

Eek, monster matches please? (I just found all your fics on AO3!) So, last time I checked, I was 5"4', female, straight, and Chinese! I've never really been in a relationship, and I'm a bit introverted and also a very analytical and judgemental person. But I'm also a romantic! I've always wanted someone to love me like those literature pairings, and I do hope there's someone out there for me. But on a different note, I enjoy sewing, drawing, calligraphing, and taking care of my baby succulents!

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You have been matched with a Deity! Forgotten and sealed away by a revolt, long before humans even bothered becoming a civilization, your Deity was awoken by an overworked art historian trying to study and replicate an ancient stone tablet found deep inside a cavern. Your Deity has pacific-blue skin, his hair a light gray that shimmers like silver in the light. His ears are pointy and long, and as his powers come from the sea, each side of his neck sports three gills. A millennium of time-out gave him some things to think about, and when he was freed, he decided not to give humans any grief for his entrapment. No one walking down the street spared him a second glance, though, even as he strolled through the city in all of his glory. Your Deity soon found out how far humans have strayed from the old ways. After witnessing how little the humans care for the spiritual world, he tried to learn how to call positive attention to himself in order to be worshipped once more. He somehow met you, stumbling through life like a kitten without a mother, and you told him he needs to stop seeking other people’s approval to make himself feel good. That stuck with him, and so he stuck to you. He does crave your attention, he has gone thousands of years without any, after all, but understands that when you need space, he should to back off. When you crave intimacy, he is more than happy to give and receive, even if he needs a little coaching on what exactly needs to be done or how exactly you want to be held.
  
nervium-

(HOT DAMN, monster match please!) I'm a 5'5" punkish trans dude, gay, ambivert, who spends a lot of time doing anatomy studies and figure drawing. Also partying. I'm super into sci-fi, unironic vaporwave aesth and retro horror. Not the mushy/overly affectionate type in a relationship tbh but I love stimulating conversations and doing adventurous shit together.

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You’ve been matched with a Mothman! He is one tall monster, and not counting the fluff, towers over you at 6'5. Rumors say that he is a transdimensional being who can skip over universes, and you soon find that out to be true. He greatly enjoys taking a special someone out to visit a unique version of earth that people can only dream of. He is very powerful, however, he never uses his abilities to harm others, much preferring the easier route of psychological damage any attackers might receive from his ghostly shrieks and beastly body. He is a bit of a wild card at parties, especially after a few shots of millennia-aged booze made from a long extinct grain, the phasing in of a couple extra Lovecraftian horrors to the current dimension done to, quoting his slightly slurred speech, ‘liven things up a bit.’  Though he loves you deeply, your Mothman has some trouble telling or even showing you how much. Communication isn’t exactly his strong suit, but he makes up for it in absolutely stellar cuddles.  Waking up to a pair of glowing red eyes in the dead of night was probably admittedly startling at the beginning of your relationship, but you got used to it. While the two of you lay against each other, your Mothman enjoys patting you on the head the way most people pat his own pale fluff in absolute wonder.
  
Anonymous-

Hello! I don't know if you're still doing the monster match, but if you have a spot left, I'd love to participate! I'm a 21 year old biromatic ace girl and I'm 5' 9". I'm a biology major and a huge science nerd -- it's my dream to help cure cancer some day! In my free time I read a ludicrous amount of high fantasy novels, knit, and write. I get pretty nervous around people and social situations -- living in a cave in the woods would suit me just fine! Thank you so much and I love your blog!

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You have been matched with a Shadow Being! Your Shadow Being was, at first, only seen out of the corner of your eye. Their appearance was barely corporal, little wisps of darkness curling and twisting around an approximation of a bipedal creature. And like a snap, they were gone. It takes quite a lot to coax them out again, but listening to your pleas, they fizzle back into view, your Shadow Being’s shape a little more solid and steady. They don’t speak the way you or I do, they project what they need, like a radio signal, and your brain picks up on it like a receiver. Your Shadow Being is a little shy at first, though quickly warms up to you the more time you spend with them. Slowly, your Shadow Being begins to develop their skills at solidifying their form into something that you can hug. Maybe not precisely flesh, and a little chilly to the touch, but that’s exactly what big fluffy blankets are for. Once your Shadow Being can keep their corporal form for a long enough time, all they want to do is hold you against the area that would be their chest and listen to you breathe. They love watching you do mundane, everyday things, though they don’t ‘watch’ in the sense that they have eyes. Through smoky gestures and emotional projections, they manage to communicate that they can feel the vibrations in the room, sort of like a joint hearing-sound receptor, as well as being extra sensitive to heat, like an internal thermal-cam. 
  
kittykats2011-

Monster match up, please? I'm a straight, 5'9, curvy gal with a deep love for the arts and the history of it. I'm shy at first but get chatty after I've warmed up, adore animals, and I'm pretty clumsy. I love mythological tales and legends, so I'm excited about what my match up will be.
Match-
You have been matched with a Tengu! Your Tengu is the guardian of a mountain and wears a terrifying bird mask, scaring away anyone who would do his land harm. Your Tengu has a mop of black hair usually tied in a ponytail, tuffs of strands too short to make it framing his face. Once he is comfortable enough with you to remove his mask, you can see that his eyes aren’t obsidian as you initially thought, but a glimmering silver that almost shifts to blue when the light is just right. He is taller than you, however, not by a particularly wide margin, though the way he carries himself, straight back, hand on the hilt of a beautiful knife, is far more respectable than anyone who is just ‘tall.’ Not only is your Tengu is polite to a fault, but he is also organized, precise, and surprisingly well-read for living on top of a mountain for centuries. He knows plenty about mythic tales and lore because he’s lived through them, a lot of his stories first-hand accounts of things like mermaids, the nøkken, and how your planet was almost taken over by the amphibious Nommo from the Sirius star system.
  
Anonymous-

Hey, really been enjoying your stories so far :). Monster match up: I'm a short INTP Scorpio woman studying pharmacy. Bit of a playful hedonist with a passion for good food but with a serious intellectual side, enjoying deep conversations and science.

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You have been matched with a Djinn! Your Djinn, unlike a lot of their brethren, takes the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ and throws it out the window. Instead of a domino effect of disastrous consequences, each person’s wish will swing around to benefit as many people as possible. Needed that promotion at work? Maybe their brother would simply kill the competition, but not only is your Djinn going to move you up, once your spot is empty, they’ll also make sure someone who needs that position gets it. That person finally has money to feed their family, now their kids don’t have to worry about getting jobs in high school and can spend their time studying, all of them getting into good colleges, and all of them continuously succeeding in life and spreading good further and further down the road. The science behind it, well, they’re happy to explain what they understand, but there is a large part of it that will always remain a mystery. Your Djinn is very good at picking up on human moods, it’s sort of in the job description, but is also skilled at diffusing the bad ones. A part of them loves to be social and explore the human realm, though they have to take the whole smoke and mirrors bit of their personality and tuck it somewhere safe. Typically, they are taller than you by a good foot with skin as blue as the early evening sky, though they will tone it down to something almost marginally basic (they still definitely enjoy turning heads, though) when meandering in public.
  
aysexycosplay-

For a monster match, I'm nonbinary, INFP, and pan. I love art or all forms and love to read. I'm very shy and introverted except when talking about what I'm passionate about. I'm soft spoken and submissive to most things except what I truly believe in. I'm 5'10" and pretty curvy, and as an extra bit of info H.P. Lovecraft has been my favorite author since I was in middle school.

Match-

You have been matched with a Faun! Your faun has fluffy black fur and hair, their skin the color of brown mahogany, their eyes the dusty gray of dawn. Though your Faun might be considered outspoken, they hold true to their beliefs and don’t let others get away with being terrible. Your Faun has an ear for music, an olivewood flute their most prized possession. They enjoy playing whenever they can, and are often writing songs for others to enjoy. Usually, you can find them outside, playing to a small crowd of people who toss money in the empty flute case. It makes enough for them to get by, though soon they are auditioning for a position in a small orchestra in a nearby theater. Your Faun is very in tune with your emotions, picking up subtle shifts that you sometimes don’t even notice. Knowing you inside and out definitely benefits you in every way possible, since they can often find the root of a problem early in any fight, quickly diffusing it. Even though your Faun can tend to be argumentative towards others, they don’t like arguing with you. One of your friends mentioned it had to do with respect, if your Faun doesn’t respect someone, they feel the need to challenge and pick at until they are satisfied that the person is worth it. Your Faun already respects you, so they don’t want to shake the boat too much. They have a thing for sweets, but can’t overdo it without shaking like a highly caffeinated squirrel.
  
vespertineaeternum-

Monster Match! I'm 5'2", Nonbinary, They/Them or He/Him. I'm on the curvy side, but androgyny is my aim. I've got depression, anxiety, and adhd, but I'm fairly high-functioning regardless. INFJ/Introvert, but l think people are fascinating. I'm very into cultural studies ( especially food! ), unsolved mysteries/the occult/cryptids. I'm a practicing witch. I love video games and cyberpunk/dystopia media! I'm stubborn and blunt, a little tsundere, and fiercely protective/caring to my loved ones.

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You’ve been matched with a Tennin! Your Tennin is a heavenly messenger, usually bringing guidance, or, as their job title suggests, messages from higher deities. Their usual client is the resident sky goddess, hashing out the general ground rules with the ever-changing Sylph population. Your Tennin sports long black hair that falls straight down to their waist, usually tying it back when working. They also have eyes of icy gray, though you think they change between steel and blue depending on their mood. Typically, your Tennin is a bit reserved, rarely showing any form of emotion, especially while they are working. Showing emotion could be a form of showing their agenda, and in the business of heavenly messenger, that can have some adverse effects of their clientele. With you, though, they feel an immense sense of ease. You might be the first mortal they actually smiled at in… centuries, probably. On their downtime, your Tennin enjoys working with their hands, particularly fond of a Japanese form of paper sculpture. It takes an immense amount of patience, good paper, and a set of extremely sharp knives, but they are quite good at it. They give you little bits of their artwork sometimes, something they don’t really do for anyone else. While your Tennin’s job might depend entirely on conflict, that doesn’t mean they enjoy partaking in it. They aren’t exactly what you would call confrontational, and hate it when someone raises their voice at them. Your Tennin typically uses a quiet tone whenever speaking, rarely loud, even when excited.
  
ladylustitia-

Hi! For the monster match, I've seen you do these and I've always loved the matches you've given to others. So here I go. I'm 26, female, mostly into dudes but the there have been a few dudettes who have made me blush. I value honesty and loyalty above all. Dudes who may seem brutes but are actually fuzzy soft kittens on the inside are my fav. Im a tall ass bitch, so someone who could actually eclipse me would make me swoon. Scars are pretty, gravely voices are sexy and claws are a turn on. <3

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You have been matched with a Døkkálfr! Your Døkkálfr lives in a subterranean city buried so deeply within the Earth’s crust, no modern instruments could possibly find it. With electricity sourced from an underground freshwater river, one could say that the Dökkálfar technologically advanced right alongside humans, though, of course, with some exceptions. Your Døkkálfr stumbled into you quite by accident, the both of you breaking your people’s respective rules of not straying too far. Even with his people strenuously enforcing the opposite, your Døkkálfr decided to get to know you instead of… the usual response to being found, which is killing any person who dares stray too far into the caverns. It is easily accomplished, unfortunately, as the average height of the Dökkálfar is at least a head taller than the average human, and that paired with an almost supernatural strength? Most unsuspecting humans don’t stand a chance.  Like most of his people, your Døkkálfr sports the stone-gray skin that helps him blend with the cavern’s walls, dark, splotchy patches along his back and arms like camouflage against prying eyes. Black hair is kept in a short, no-nonsense haircut, as he doesn’t wish the hassle of keeping up with a longer style. His eyes were once amber, he told you, years ago when he was a child. Now they are glazed over with a milky white shade, his sight long gone, taken by a plague that almost drove his people to extinction. Your Døkkálfr is never bitter, learning from the near-death experience to take everything life gives to him with some amount of joy, to be thankful that he is alive to experience even the bad days. Touch is his favorite sense, your Døkkálfr loves to run his fingers through your hair, weaving together hairstyles, taking them apart, starting over again for however long you allow him to do so. Hearing is his second favorite, so while the two of you are together, he continuously prompts you to speak, immensely enjoying to the sound of your voice mingling with the natural sounds of the cave.
 
animesparkleluv96-

Hi, I donated a Kofi for a monster match. I am a Cancer, INFJ, who loves to write, draw, and tell my dreams as stories. I also love night walks to stargaze. I'm pretty quiet, but if I can sense I can trust you, I tend to ramble and get pretty loud. I'm definitely a hugger. I do have a bit of an anger issue, but I'm good at keeping it under wraps unless someone messes with those I care about. For a partner, I would like someone who could protect me and who wouldn't mind when I suddenly get loud.

Match-

You have been matched with a Tiefling! Your Tiefling has ruddy-brown skin, with a collection of odd scars dancing along their arms, legs, and back. Though they weren’t exactly forthcoming about where the marks came from, you managed to wheedle out that they were the leftovers of one brutal lashing. Their hair is long, black, and curly, somewhat rough to maintain if both of you are on the go. Intricate braids pull the strands away from their golden eyes, the rest flowing freely down their back in an odd statement. Tieflings are already scrutinized just by existing, yet your Tiefling’s hair paired with their tall, buff size makes it all the more difficult to ignore them. One thing about Tieflings is that they often choose a second name once they reach adulthood, a nickname if you will, that symbolizes a goal they have in life. Your Tiefling has chosen Remembrance, and only when the two of you are alone, do they discuss why and how. They do seem to be satisfied with their progress, though there are definitely a few low points that you have seen them through, just as they help you through your own. When not doing things that bring money to the table, they bring food to the table by gardening. Though their garden is their pride and joy, their skill at finding edible plants out in the wilderness should be considered witchcraft. They might leave you for oh, twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes, and return with a basket or cloth full of berries, nuts, and weeds. Your Tiefling loves to hike and is really a wanderer at heart, meandering over and around whatever land that is the most untouched by others.

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animesparkleluv96-
Hi, I donated a Kofi for a monster match. I am a Cancer, INFJ, who loves to write, draw, and tell my dreams as stories. I also love night walks to stargaze. I'm pretty quiet, but if I can sense I can trust you, I tend to ramble and get pretty loud. I'm definitely a hugger. I do have a bit of an anger issue, but I'm good at keeping it under wraps unless someone messes with those I care about. For a partner, I would like someone who could protect me and who wouldn't mind when I suddenly get loud.
Match:

You have been matched with a Tiefling! Your Tiefling has ruddy-brown skin, with a collection of odd scars dancing along their arms, legs, and back. Though they weren’t exactly forthcoming about where the marks came from, you managed to wheedle out that they were the leftovers of one brutal lashing. Their hair is long, black, and curly, somewhat rough to maintain if both of you are on the go. Intricate braids pull the strands away from their golden eyes, the rest flowing freely down their back in an odd statement. Tieflings are already scrutinized just by existing, yet your Tiefling’s hair paired with their tall, buff size makes it all the more difficult to ignore them. One thing about Tieflings is that they often choose a second name once they reach adulthood, a nickname if you will, that symbolizes a goal they have in life. Your Tiefling has chosen Remembrance, and only when the two of you are alone, do they discuss why and how. They do seem to be satisfied with their progress, though there are definitely a few low points that you have seen them through, just as they help you through your own. When not doing things that bring money to the table, they bring food to the table by gardening. Though their garden is their pride and joy, their skill at finding edible plants out in the wilderness should be considered witchcraft. They might leave you for oh, twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes, and return with a basket or cloth full of berries, nuts, and weeds. Your Tiefling loves to hike and is really a wanderer at heart, meandering over and around whatever land that is the most untouched by others.

Aelia-

It's me, ya girl @aelia-likes-monsters. :D You know me pretty well I think, so I'm hitting you up for a match. I'm an INFP Pisces. My hobbies include being the weird centaur lady on Tumblr, collecting teeth at anime conventions, video games, cross stitch, reading, and writing monster romance (among other things). My love language is mostly verbal/words of affirmation, with a side of physical touch.

Match:

You have been matched with a Valkyrie! Your Valkyrie may be rather hot-headed, but she always has the best of intentions in mind. Perhaps just a tad wild, your Valkyrie has been known for doing things just a little different than what protocol suggests, but usually just making everything better for it in the end. Even though she has a bit of a reputation for recklessness, everyone she meets is almost immediately charmed by her lively and upbeat personality, your Valkyrie will rarely come across someone she can’t draw in with her winning smile. While she’s fearsome on the battlefield, whether it be fighting herself or drawing out the souls of the warriors, she has a moral code that she always tries to follow. Your Valkyrie’s first directive, of course, is to always protect the innocents, no matter what side they stand behind. Her second directive is to win, as long as the battle doesn’t interfere with the first directive in any way shape or form. Even though your Valkyrie is sweet as can be to you and her friends, it can all switch off like a light the moment she has to be hard and severe to those that deserve it, and while she tries to keep everything under control, her temper might bleed through the facade of coolness she builds for herself. If someone pokes all the right buttons, she snaps, so she will always keep watch on her inner frustration and tries to back off if the anger begins to add up.

Pansexual-activity-

Hi! I’m a pansexual female and a sun sagittarius, moon ares, and cancer rising! I love reading cheesy romance novels and drawing. I adore gardening and swimming, as well as reading tarot cards. I’m kind of shy at first because I have low self esteem. I love making other people happy, and if I can make someone laugh, my day has been made! I care about people too much, and I would literally die for my loved ones. I’m a hopeless romantic and I daydream about getting swept off my feet. 💕

Match:

You have been matched with a Selkie! Your Selkie is someone who can see exciting possibilities in what could feel like a mundane life. Your Selkie is a most certainly a warm person, a bit shy to anyone they don’t know, but still an extroverted and talkative individual. Once warmed up enough to a person, they are even more eager to be around them, doing everything in their power to make people smile and laugh. Your Selkie is not only open to new experiences but actively seeks them out, usually pulling you alongside them as they go. Even though they always encourage you to try new things, they can easily see when you are uncomfortable and will immediately back down and make sure you are okay and not overwhelmed. Your Selkie is from the Northern Pacific, though has traveled through most oceans to explore the world. They have a spotted brown and black coat which translates to tan skin and freckles when they are in their human form, short black hair that they can just barely tie back when doing something mildly reckless, and large, blue eyes that most people believe are contact lenses. While they are hardly a few inches taller than you, they are strong, definitely stronger than a human of their size, and can lift you off your feet and toss you over their shoulder if they are feeling playful. Your Selkie enjoys more exciting hobbies, like surfing the massive waves of winter’s high tide, and even at one point, dirt biking through a heavily wooded course that other people rarely visit.

i-am-resilient-

Hello hello!! I hope matches are still open! I'm 26, bisexual and full of adventure! I like classical romance, trips to museums and wild consensual(monogamous) sexual escapades. When I'm not trying to keep it classy I can be found camping and being as close to nature as possible. I'm 5'7", thin athletic and crafty as all hell. I hope this is enough info and have a fantastic day!!!

Match:

You have been matched with a Troll! Your Troll is a curious soul, filled with wanderlust and the desire to learn. While the rest of their people tend to regard science with mild suspicion at best, fear and anger at worst, as most of the other trolls use witchcraft and sorcery for every day things. While your Troll works as an assistant to a healer witch, on the side, they try to come up with non-magical solutions to everyday problems. Usually, they try experimenting with what they have in the witch’s clinic, but sometimes they go to the aboveground to forage for medicinal herbs, even though it’s widely known that going aboveground is dangerously infested with Humans. You were the first human your Troll had ever seen, and while some of the things the elders have said were true (no gray skin, uses science, etc.), there were some inconsistencies with the stories, for example, you aren’t ten feet tall and ready to bite their head off with your razor teeth. That leads them to want to learn more about humans and what they are like, and since you are the only human they know, you’ve got an overly eager Troll who asks thousands of questions about anything and everything about you, your life, your people, your city, and anything else they can think of.  Besides all the questions, you find your Troll is rather good at making you laugh, even though sometimes the humor of your two cultures don’t quite match up. While your Troll is under the constant stress of being caught, they still try to spend more and more time in the aboveground to be with you.  While technically a criminal, your Troll just wants to help people, not be a nuisance, and they really, honestly believe that they can do it with modern human medicine.

severedreamerbeard-

Heya! I'm here to get matched with a monster. I'll just run down the bullet points you had listed on your sale post and go from there. I'm a cis male, bi, Aquarius, and an INFP-T. As far as hobbies go, I spend probably entirely too much time reading romantic literature or romantic visual novels. Like I've probably spent a good 100+ bucks on VN's alone, and about the same on commissioned romantic stories too. Also a fan of nature walks, and other relaxed activities. I'm also very much a soft boi

Match:

You have been matched with a Seraphim! Your Seraphim is a wild, hold-my-beer kind of interdimensional celestial being, with a penchant for diving into a situation head first, asking questions only when the dust settles. While they are typically regarded in absolute terror by most people who even manage to lay eyes on their writhing, feathery body, most would agree that once they get to know the Seraphim, they aren’t as alarming to be around as one might think. Whether it be a divine gift or just years of fine-tuning their abilities, your Seraphim is excellent at reading emotions, which is the perfect skill set to have for someone who genuinely wishes happiness on others. Since your Seraphim can read the crowds around them, they can easily blend in with the environmental mentality, throwing up not only a carefully controlled form that looks, breathes, and feels like a human, but fully absorb and reflect human emotions as well. Every monster can throw on some human skin and look convincing, but your Seraphim’s abilities to emote like a person are exactly what disguises them from even the most skilled monster hunter (or so the hunters think, those guys are not as bright as they believe). Though capable of switching off human emotions like a snap, your Seraphim actually enjoys to experience them, which is much more than one can say about their kin. Surprisingly, while anyone with a heart might not enjoy the more bitter feelings, your Seraphim believes that even the worst negativity can somehow enrich joy and happiness, and flat out refuses to become an emotional shell even when things get difficult.

Chucklevoodoos Queen-

Hey! Well, here goes. I'm a 24yo female Sagittarius, bicurious but mostly goes after men. My hobbies include listening to music, watching anime, reading comics and playing RPG video games. Not sure if you want specifics on what monster traits we like, but just in case I love cocky, confident, charismatic bastards with hearts of gold. I love soft fur and lots of teeth, as I love to be cuddled and bitten. I love being romanced, but I don't mind getting a bit wild and dirty. I think that's all.

Match:

You have been matched with a Mothman! Your Mothman has been, until recently, a very by-the-books extradimensional creature who listened obediently to the Prime Intelligence without question. Well, some issues popped up, some interesting revelations brought to light, and just like a snap, your Mothman decides that he’s better off stepping away from that whole mess. Since he’s technically a wanted criminal, he tries to stay out of trouble for the most part, but can definitely be tempted into getting involved with quick little rescues that earned him the name of the Masked Avenger. Of course, he’s not actually wearing a mask and that’s just his face, but humans are a funny little bunch, so he humors them. While he doesn’t have a home within his world anymore, he has decided that your earth isn’t too terrible, since humans are, for the most part, pretty decent as far as species go. There’s just a lousy bunch trying to spoil the rest, so your Mothman thinks that hanging out and keeping that from happening is a worthy goal to have since his other career options have sizzled from existence. Other than chilling out on the tops of high rises to try and collect enough information to shut down the white-collar criminals, he enjoys chatting with the many people who wish to thank him for his service. Oh, and occasionally free flying to confuse the nearby military bases, though they’ve stopped going into that silly little frenzy when one of them figured out what was going on.

jackal-of-hearts-

Monster Match details! I am genderfluid and pan. Sagittarius that everyone insists is a Scorpio (and I kinda DO fit Scorpio more), INTP. Hobbies include writing/reading/drawing poorly/gaming and RP. As for love language..well.. I tend to be physical and enjoy feeding people.. Caring in a rough, kinda tsundere way..yanno? I call people I love doofus or idiot a lot..eheh..

Match:

You’ve been matched with a Gorgon! Your Gorgan is a serious and hardworking architect, extremely skilled with mathematics and the like. While she can shut herself away for hours at a time to concentrate on her work, your Gorgon can hold a conversation like no one else in her craft, she’s witty, smart, charismatic, the works. It’s as though whatever god saw fit to place her in the universe accidentally added too much charisma for her talent, as most of her colleagues tend to shy away from small talk, yet she can jump in head first. Puzzles are her thing, the need to solve whatever she comes across like a constant buzz in her head. Usually, your Gorgon’s methods to whatever she does are highly thought out and logical, and any kind of chaos added to her day will be met with some resistance. The main problem with your Gorgon is that, sometimes, when she’s deep into a project, she can forget about taking care of herself. Usually, it’s the eating, she can forgo an entire day’s worth of meals and just… not notice, not until someone says something, anyway. She’s gone a few days living off of energy drinks with a ridiculously high amount of sugar, definitely not something she would admit is healthy, but your Gorgon is often too engrossed in whatever she is doing to get up and make something, even if that thing is a simple bowl of chips. While she might not show appreciation with words, she is one to go behind the scenes to make sure everything works out for you in the end. Your Gorgon is also one to appreciate a good hug here and there in the act of bonding or intimacy.

Ivymemnoch-

I’m very stubborn, shy when I first meet someone, but warm up quickly, extremely protective over family/friends and known by my friends for an extremely warped sense of humour.

Match:

You’ve been matched with a Shabti! The Shabti are servants for the deceased, usually made out of clay, wood, wax, and metal. Your Shabti, though, was sculpted for one of the richest and most prestigious pharaohs of the millenia, and thus was born from green topaz, the large stone imported from one of the pharaoh’s many allied nations. Tasked with the mission of retrieving a vital artifact from the world of the living, your Shabti realized that hey, it’s kind of nice up here, and maybe he doesn’t really want to go back down into the underworld. After all, his pharaoh has hundreds and hundreds of servants, does it really, truly matter if one goes missing? Especially since he’s met you, an eternity of servitude without sunlight doesn’t seem so grand anymore, no matter the fact he was the pharaoh’s favorite. While he might seem quiet and reserved, this is, after all, one of the first times it seems he can voice his opinion without worrying about any beheadings done to teach him a lesson. After getting through his tough and aloof exterior, you will find a literal and figurative heart of gold, one that just wants to be loved. It doesn’t matter how clever, how beautiful, or how capable of the impossible he is, your Shabti only sees himself as a walking rock with an artificial soul, though there is a part of him that desperately wants to be accepted. It was a long and difficult road to realize that people do actually care about him, but now he is fully comfortable with being around you.

sourtartsoul-

Hello, I had bought you some ko-fi & was hoping for a monster match please :). I'm a 27 year old straight woman. My hobbies are trail walking, being at the beach, reading comics and horror books, window shopping/bookstore browsing, learning new things, & just overall relaxing. I'm loyal, reliable, independent, humorous, I prefer to plan tasks, and I can be cocky. I'm an INTJ. I prefer a monster who have some similar interests, is tall, honest, loyal, funny, respectful, warm, & can cuddle.

Match-

You have been matched with a vetehinen, a shapeshifting merfolk! Your vetehinen has light aquamarine skin with iridescent scales sparkling against his tail. His long fins shimmer with rainbow colors, almost like dragonfly wings, and they gently reflect the light like those glass prisms someone sells on the boardwalk of the beach you met at.  Your vetenhinen’s dark teal hair obscures his beautiful crystalline eyes when its not tied back in an intricate crown of seashells, coral, and twine. While he does, indeed, have a human form, he can barely stay with two legs for more than a week at a time, though he’s slowly becoming more and more accustomed to spending time with you on land. His human form retains much of his vetehinen splendor, his hair becoming more black than teal, his eyes dulling only slightly from their almost glowing brightness, his scaly skin turning to a light, tawny brown that just barely holds some of its greenish blue when the light hits him just so.

You met him on one of your beach walks, tangled in a plastic net. Perhaps approaching him rapidly with a knife wasn’t exactly the best way to get around cutting him free, but after a lot of gentle gestures and calm, reassuring words, you managed to get him still enough to cut away at the plastic without also slicing away at his skin. Before he fled back into the water, he turned to you, his brilliant eyes meeting yours in a single, long look of understanding, and then he was gone. But then he was back, the very next day, with a crown of shells and pearls, much like his own, in a gesture of thanks for saving his life. That meeting wasn’t the last, and it became a daily routine for you to wander from the main beach and into the back cove, sitting on one of the worn and smooth rocks as high tide slowly comes in, and with it, your vetehinen. 
At first, communication with him was a little bit difficult on account of how he can’t speak, but after a brutal week of crash course sign language training, he now has a way of talking to you without using his voice, and the conversations quickly grew to become more and more intimate as time went on. It seems that most of his people do have voices, actually, but that isn’t exactly what anyone would file as a good thing, on account of what the rest of his kind tend to do with their gift. Being born with such an abnormality to a fundamental part of what it means to be a vetehinen meant ostracization, and so he was cast out of the pod and left to fend for himself the moment he was weaned. He tries to make up for the wrongs that his people have wrought, after all, it’s funny how narrowly he escaped becoming one of them. All he really had to do was beg to be their servant, their dog, and perhaps they would have allowed him to stay just for the sake of having something to laugh at. If he were raised by them, then most likely he would have ended up just like the rest, and he feels he must prove over and over again that he’s different.

Huffles-

Hewwo, I'm a Leo, who enjoys thinking about writing and art. I love making concept designs. I'm more shy, but I do tend to over share when I'm comfortable around someone. I look for a person who can keep me grounded somewhat when anxiety gets the better of me. Someone who can make me laugh and make me feel comfortable but not drained to be around with. Male or female, though I tend to lean more towards male.

Match-

You have been matched with a Jötunn! While your Jötunn is much larger than you in stature, they love it when you cuddle up to them, especially in the dead of winter. Even though your Jötunn definitely sports the natural good looks of his people- the sharp, chiseled chin, and the dark, earthy eyes, they have the unusual trait of fiery red hair, much like a select few of the Asgardian gods whose children are known for inheriting that one key characteristic more times than not. Of course, that brings question to his parental heritage, as his mother never quite admitted who his father really is. Not that your Jötunn cares much, really, since obviously a man who never cared to even visit his child isn’t worth losing sleep over. But some of the others in his tribe do, in fact, care, and so your Jötunn has had his share of strife while growing up. Even though anyone might use the bullying as an excuse for becoming cruel themselves, your Jötunn could never hurt a fly, and is the very definition of ‘gentle giant.’

Your Jötunn is extremely clever, as he had to outsmart his peers to survive his childhood, and loves riddles, making them, solving them, either one is just as well to him. He tries using his gift to pass the time in those dark winter months. He taught himself how to etch and burn designs into the little and large wooden boxes his mother carves to make herself a living. The additions to his mother’s craft brings in more customers, looking not just for storage chests, but also for decorations to place in their homes. 
One day while running the shop, you wander in, half covered in snow, looking for a place to warm up in the guise of doing some gift shopping. He offers you, as he does with every customer, a free box of intricate art in exchange for the correct answer to his riddle. You guess correctly, though mainly entirely on accident, and that impresses your Jötunn into giving you a more expensive prize. You come back to the shop again, though you can’t for the life of you figure out the next riddle. For your troubles, though, you get a cup of delicious herbal tea, and an invitation to try again whenever you wish. You accept it, and return, again and again, sometimes managing to untangle the wordplay, sometimes completely baffled until he offers up a couple of hints to steer you in the correct direction. Soon, though, being with him doesn’t only entail a pop quiz on word play, but also soft, personal conversations that make your heart and the rest of your insides nice and warm. After a long while, it seems that your Jötunn is always looking out the window of the shop in the hopes that he will soon see your frame making its way up the street, getting excited whenever you walk through the large wooden door. He often has little carvings for you that he makes whenever business is slow, animals made from an impossibly few flicks of a wickedly sharp knife that you gifted to him on a whim.

lovelylittlenova-

Monster Match I’m 25-years-old 5’ 10” bi female, pixie cut (brown hair, hazel eyes w/glasses), always wearing jeans and t-shirts. (INFP-T/Cancer) Was bullied a lot until my late teens so Im quiet, shy, and anxious. I like video games, making gifts, and reading.

Match-

You have been matched with a Domovoy! The Domovoy are protective spirits of land or houses, and yours is deeply rooted around the ground you live on from a time long lost. Your Domovoy has just been chilling for the past couple of millennia as that one statue no one quite remembers who put it over there and why. They all warned you about poking around, though,saying something like it’s best left to rest. You ignored the advice, of course, and might have perhaps investigated the statue area a little too thoroughly, bringing your Domovoy to life from the stone he was trapped in. And, okay, you’ll admit it, you were a little more than startled when a relatively handsome statue seemingly melted away an outer shell of stone and stepped down from his pedestal. You might have screamed a little bit, even backpedaled into a thorny bush, the brambles tearing at your skin and clothes. Immediately, he offered you a hand to help pull you out of the greenery, brushing some leaves away from your shoulders, and apologized for startling you so. It’s an interesting start to a relationship, but it’s certainly not the worst you can think of.

After a mildly confusing introduction, though, some nosy neighbors begin to get up in your business, so you manage to get his naked and sculpted ass back into your kitchen, where you try to think of just where and how you are going to get him some clothes. And you aren’t even sure if you want to get him some clothes? He doesn’t seem at all put off by nudity, no, he was more baffled by the fact that you were wearing clothes than the other way round. If he doesn’t really mind being naked, or at least, doesn’t much care for the clothing, you don’t mind having to look at his tan, freckled body all day. You usually can’t manage to pull your gaze away from those gorgeous green eyes to look anywhere else, and, man, he is a great conversationalist. Not only does he really keep you on your toes, he has some very odd, very interesting stories from his time before he was encased in a statue of stone.
He hangs around. Sometimes he disappears for hours at a time, he’s not in your home, not around the block, almost as if he’s faded away from this reality. But then he returns, never gone for more than a day, sometimes looking a little worse for wear. Those are the times when he goes looking for evil, times he fights away the bad spirits who are entangled so fiercely into the land, they have no intention of leaving. Some of them only bug you in small ways, misplacing your cups, pulling things out of your reach, maybe even moving a towel when you go to shower. Annoying little instances that occasionally make you want to tear your own hair out. The others are more… sinister, taking hold of someone’s mind, manipulating them into doing things they wouldn’t under normal circumstances. They can’t be seen, at least, not by you or another average human, but he knows where they are, and what they are capable of.

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“My MBTI Alignment when I last took it was INFJ .My Sun Sign is Sagittarius, Moon Sign is Libra, and Rising Sign in Gemini! I love making my own clothes since my mother taught me to sew but I also like to thrift vintage clothes or buy ethical clothing. I prefer to wear loose, ‘feminine’/girly clothing like long skirts, flowing blouses and peasant tops, dresses, etc. I hiking, taking nature walks and gardening as well; this season I grew lacinato kale and beets while I had sweet potatoes planted last fall! I’ve recently gotten into reading oracle cards (fairy oracle cards), cooking (I’m vegetarian), music, and mythology.”
You have been matched with the Owlman! No, not the Mothman, that’s a distant, less refined cousin, one without the grace and poise that the rest of the Owlman family possesses. The rest of your Owlman’s family is a bit more stoic than he, so your Owlman is considered the golden child, full of life and character, and can talk himself out of just about any trouble that comes his way. Your Owlman is just the type to try to live life to its fullest, though maybe during his younger years, he didn’t quite know what that meant until later. He might have experimented a bit with a little too much, he’ll admit it, but your Owlman is a stronger, more resilient creature in spite of it, one that knows what he wants.His looks are more so inherited from his father than his mother, with soft, tawny brown feathers and large, orange eyes. Your Owlman is a tad taller than the rest of his two sisters and one brother, and definitely towers over you by at least a head. Like the rest of his family, he has an exceptional taste in clothing, presenting himself as a refined creature of society, his mannerisms and behavior reflective of all the etiquette training his parents put him and his siblings through at a young age. He can function perfectly well in the posh, upper-class environment that he was raised in, but also can dial it back when mingling with the working class. In fact, while he might seem like a polite over-achiever, as long as he keeps his head down, usually no one will figure out the fact that he is a trust fund baby.Your Owlman can be considered a renaissance man, or at the very least, a jack of all trades, since he seems to be able to pick up just about anything. He insists it’s because of his family fortune, something he was born into since he doesn’t have to toil away at a clerk or office job. His parents had him doing music lessons since he was three, so his musical abilities are at the very least, admirable, and every now and then, he will take out his violin to impress someone with his hidden talent. Though, your Owlman doesn’t like being paraded around like a show horse and most certainly doesn’t like being put on the spot.He has a variety of interests he likes to chase, most of them related to problem-solving or puzzles, as he likes to take things apart and figure stuff out. On the outside, he might look directionless, or without a purpose, but your Owlman is rather steady in his pursuit of knowledge. Even though he does jump from one field to another, there is an overlapping subject matter between his many interests. He’s also quite the philanthropist, as many of his scientific pursuits tend to center around the betterment of others, such as finding cheaper ways to produce vital medications. While he might dodge some rules that he feels are unfair, he has a strong moral compass and would never dare to hurt another being.Your Owlman does know when to take a break, though sometimes it takes some cajoling on your part. He doesn’t like losing sight of what is really important, so any signs of shifting in focus from his family, from you, will be met with an effort to fix the problem. While your Owlman might come off as intense, he just has a lot of emotions and believes that showing them is the best way to handle them rather than to shovel them all down like some other members of his family choose to do. It’s almost as if he intends to become one of those elderly eccentrics that everyone enjoys being around, all that’s needed left is a couple of decades before reaching his full potential.You meet while he’s on one of his trips to center himself, though you wouldn’t have guessed. He seemed, you don’t know, normal, like a regular commuter who works in the buildings, not like a random tourist who was about to go on a helicopter flight for a night view of the city. Granted, a ridiculously loaded tourist who sees something special in your area of living, but still. He had taken a quick liking to you, and just seemingly popped out of thin air throughout the next couple of weeks, inviting you to talk over some coffee, then lunch, then dinner, then… Yeah. A bit of a whirlwind romance, but one that didn’t die away with time. He likes your candor, something that he doesn’t really receive from his fellow upper-class families, and so he sticks around you like glue.Your Owlman didn’t drop the fact that he is loaded until confident he wanted to explore the relationship in full; usually, it puts people off when his opener is “I was born into a substantial fortune.” At least, it puts off the people he would like to spend time with, not the people who would like to use his fortune for their own gain. After a little while of you getting used to the idea (it does make sense, after all, how else did he somehow tip all restaurant waiters two hundred percent every time he took you out), he still tries to keep everything low-key so you don’t feel uncomfortable with the spoiling. After all, he doesn’t want you to feel stressed at all times whenever you’re out in public with him.

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“For the monster match thing. Im bi, but I have a strong preference for guys. Im close between INTJ and INFP for MBTI. I enjoy writing, baking, crochet, and playing more casual video games, like pokemon and animal crossing. I like gentle and kind partners best. I like singing and music.”
There are little dolls in one of the historic houses in town, each with a little label mentioning the same ritual that you plan on performing now, so you model your tiny clay monstrosity after them. Your fingers twist and pinch at the plastic-like material, smoothing over the cracks and lumps with your thumb, biting into your lip with concentration. You barely pay any attention to your surroundings, almost tripping over a rock and plunging into the river before you even realize that you’ve arrived. You follow the description of the elderly woman, calmly calling out to the pagan creature lurking among the trees and stones, begging for its mercy towards your village.The dirt digs into your fingernails as you bury the doll, scooping the mud of the river bank over its misshapen features. Oh, there’s a prayer you have to say, too, um, a mourner’s prayer, since this is supposed to be a mock funeral of sorts. You don’t know any of the pagan prayers since the Catholics made sure that all evidence of other religions got erased when they rolled through the land, but you work with what you have. It doesn’t take any more than a few moments of fervent murmuring, as though he had been waiting at the edge of the river for the first person to swing by.He looks like he had fallen asleep against a tree for a few centuries, and somehow still manages to wake up looking like he belongs on the cover of some artsy nature magazine. The mossy twigs in his chestnut hair look more like a halo than some kind of matted rat’s nest, his smoky jade eyes staring down at you with an intensity that you can feel in your soul. Oh, and he’s also naked. Not sure how you hadn’t noticed that when he first popped out from the trees, but that’s a thing that should probably be addressed quickly. He does grant your wish for rain, the air becoming humid to misty within the next couple of moments, a gust of wind rustling through the leaves.Your German is a lonely creature, a forgotten god of the land. It’s an awful thing for him, specifically, because he is a people’s person, you later find out. He is interested in being around humans, and the rampant ignorance of all the older religions has left him alone. Without company for so long, he’s almost gone insane with loneliness. Perhaps the best part of him is that he isn’t abhorrent towards humanity, not even after being ignored for nearly a millennia, and has an inherent interest in getting to know just about anyone he meets.And, as it turns out when you bring him into the world, your German is really good with people. Reading them, talking to them, drawing out all bits of someone’s personality, he just has a way with words and gestures that puts just about everyone at ease. And, almost surprisingly, he takes his position as a trustworthy confidant very seriously and doesn’t flaunt any secrets that get unearthed in his presence. As well as being a gentle friend towards others, he is surprisingly energetic and enjoys approval from other people. It hits hard when he seemingly can’t earn the respect of everyone and often bases his own satisfaction with the happiness of others.As much as your German’s need for other people’s joy, he also likes feeling in control. You think it has something to do with being abandoned for a couple hundred years, which is understandable, really. He’s not a control freak per se, it probably has something to do with being everyone’s friend. If everyone sees him as a friend, they are less likely to forget about him when the forest calls him back. So he overcompensates, especially with you, because the power to initiate the ritual lies in your hands, and doesn’t seem to either comprehend or hear your reassurances that he will never be forgotten, not on your watch, anyways.The town isn’t suffering under the intense drought anymore, gardens are flourishing, local crops aren’t withering, and so everything suddenly seems like it’s going to be ok. Your German has the greenest thumb of anyone in the village and can be seen in the communal garden working with the patience of a madman, painstakingly taking care of every single plant as though they are all babies. It’s kind of cute, you decide one day, leaning over the picket fence as he finishes weeding a section of the square, his pointed ears hidden beneath the tresses of his hair.When he sees you, he smiles, the squinting stare of concentration melting away as he stands, brushing the dirt from his trousers. “Date night? Already?”“Date night.” You confirm.

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“So i am a capricorn and an INFP-T. Im a heavier set lady. I am currently studying archaeology and classical civilizations.  Im more reserved when you first meet me but when i open up i turn into a very affectionate(love to be hold) and loud person, i laugh like a gd hyena.  Im the mom friend who will not hesitate to fight.  Im also an aspiring author. Im big into fantasy. i love reading fantasy novels, playing dnd and  video games. If i had an alignment itd probably be lawful good. Im a walking furnace looking for my cold counterpart. Love me an accent and like em tall but absolutely can not do insects like nope sorry. Id perfer a male  and someone who can stand listening to me talk about history  or my complaining about ancient authors. I can be a little oblivious about things so hed have to be patient as it would take me a moment to understand a joke or something of the sort.”
You have been matched with a Dullahan! Your Dullahan is a calm, collected, and believes in the hierarchy of his people and their rules. Well, up to a certain point, of course. There have been some recent changes that have convinced him that the council isn’t as well-intended as he once thought they were, so your Dullahan has recently turned into a more chaotic member of the order. While the turning point for him might have been meeting you, he won’t actually admit it, at least not in the beginning. Since he was raised in the communal home for fae children, his first instinct when finding something new is to hide it from everyone else, sometimes even from the people he would call his friends. It’s something that he works to fix, but that’s why he didn’t tell anyone from his order that he met you. And perhaps it was for the best, honestly, because mingling on the mortal plane isn’t precisely what could be categorized as ‘allowed.’See, the thing about the Fae is that while humans are kind of hilarious to just kick back and watch after a hard day at work, you shouldn’t mingle with them. That was a mistake he made when he got shot through the chest while trying to track down an obnoxious, murderous vampire, ending up on your doorstep, almost bleeding to death. He didn’t need as much care and time as an average human would have, it was only a matter of hours before he stopped bleeding and a couple of more for the wound to close completely. All you had to do was see to his other needs, such as making him some tea and toast while he lays on a couch, almost like a simple guest, if he weren’t missing his head.He’s… not a good conversationalist, not even when his head has been retrieved. Not at first, at least. Though you try to wheedle some information from him, your Dullahan is stiff, almost cold, though you just thought it was because there was a gaping hole in his chest. And you were right; actually, once his chest wound healed up, he began to become just a tad bit more invested in talking with you, once you learn the best way to wheedle information out of him. You have to do it slowly, gradually, offering bits of pieces of yourself until he becomes comfortable enough to respond in kind. He might have stayed just a little longer after his wound finally healed, just hanging around your home out of curiosity, watching go about your day like normal.After a little while of getting to know you further, he realizes that his wound, in fact, will never heal ‘properly,’ and it’s best that he doesn’t burden the council when he isn’t able to serve them again. Still, the urge to seek out to make wrongs right still thrums in his blood, and so he does so, quietly, under the other Fae’s radars. Getting certified as a private eye was only as difficult as coming up with some kind of false identity with all the proper papers, which with magic, didn’t seem to be too much of an issue. He passes whatever exams he has to take for the certifications, and he’s golden, going out into the world and helping people solve their mysteries and problems.It probably helps that he has the face of an angel, something he doesn’t hide even when he glamors himself to look more human. A missing head is something that usually puts people off, so sometimes he will just replace it with an illusion spell, and occasionally he’ll stick on his actual head to go out. Even so, people seem more open to speaking to him because of his seemingly harmless demeanor. While he might have been initially put off by other humans when he first started poking around on this mortal realm, he soon learns the ins and outs of regular people conversations. A bit of flatter here, a tiny pinch of sympathy there, and it seems like clients and targets just fall over themselves to tell him everything they can.It’s his eyes, you think, when he has them. The sandy-golden paleness of his eyes catches people’s attention as easily as though a well-known model walking down the street. Oh, and the shape of his jawline, that’s pretty nice to trace your fingers over, too. Even though he glamors over his natural skin color with a regular human color, a medium brown that matches the value of his natural gray tone, though he hasn’t quite mastered the art of looking as though actual red blood runs through his veins. His hair might be the thing that is the most eye-catching about him, um, though he rarely actually wears it. For one thing, it’s long, and usually braided down to the small of his back, the thick, white tresses almost pale enough to see in pitch blackness. You could swear that it reflects moonlight itself.Though a bit iffy about it at first, your Dullahan also becomes adjusted to not running around headless, as that seems to draw all sorts of unwanted attention. The only exception to this is, actually, that one Halloween contest he won without even entering, with people oohing and awing at his lack of head. Luckily, you managed to get him the fuck out of there before anyone realized just what was really going on. Other than that, though, there haven’t been too many close calls where someone might have accidentally stumbled in on a very disgruntled, super headless man in your home. You’re usually on your toes about that, anyways.

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“Hey! I love your writing. Im an INFJ Gemini! I love both fantasy and scifi, and my favorite monsters are Fae (particularly Unseelie), Driders, Naga, & other pretty emoboys. I love the bad boy with a heart of gold-my faves of yours being Aksanos, Adham, Ciaran, and Alesdair!”
You have been matched with an Asrai! Your Asrai is native to a local body of water, one with lily pads and reeds almost covering the mirror-like surface and hiding anything beneath from view. On cloudless nights with a full moon, the water sparkles like a pool of diamonds. As if an incredible richness can be achieved if you could just reach down far enough to grasp at the jewels beneath the ripples. He’s there, one night, with the moon and the stars to outline his body like some kind of silver apparition, light green hair like thin, silky wisps of thread. His eyes are what are the most startling out of all his appearance, large, blue, impossibly gentle, yet eerie, making you freeze on the spot when he looks at you.The last time he peeped his head out from beneath his home in the lake was well over a hundred seasons ago, back when people weren’t so common in these parts. He hadn’t really expected to find you, sitting on the edge of a small dock that hadn’t been there prior. It was… startling for the both of you, that’s for sure, with him more scared of you than you of him, really. Only in the beginning, though, because he grew to like you much quicker than the other way around. Your Asrai hadn’t really known many people from before, he just sort of began existing, fully formed, when the lake first appeared. The earth itself was far more fertile, then, when the edges between the spiritual and material worlds were far more blurred than they are now.He doesn’t react well to you, but then he realizes that he is, in fact, very lonely and can use the company. An apology is made, in the hopes that you will forgive him for his initial rudeness, and you do once you realize that he’s actually sorry. Or maybe it’s the shininess of those baby-blue eyes, he always looks like you’ve just interrupted a dramatic crying session, so you’re more keen on being sympathetic. His mouth puckers when he wants something, but you’ve gotten so used to it you can ignore that just as well as background noise. However, he has been taking steps to adapt his posture for one super pouting pose, so you better watch out. Maybe one of these days he’ll actually manage to get under your skin.He makes you things, little trinkets, like the smoothest of stones or tiny wreaths of water lilies. Sometimes you sit on the edge of the dock as he weaves something out of the reeds, long, nimble fingers running over the knots and ties with the expertise and practice of someone with a lot of time on their hands and no better way to use it. It doesn’t take much convincing for you to give him a little spin of your world, though he isn’t so keen on wearing clothes, even now. You have to help him wriggle into the shirt the first couple of times, though he’s fine on his own, even if he might purposefully struggle with it just to have you help him.His curiosity for the world isn’t nearly as satiated as he would have liked, as just getting a taste of what lies beyond the forest doesn’t quite count as exploring everything humans have to offer. So he asks you to take him on little trips outside of the place you live, visiting towns, cities, the countryside, all usually within the confines of your days off. Turns out he’s not just good with figuring things out on his own, he’s also very good with people, too, a talent that hasn’t been able to rear its head with his isolation. After a couple of conversations that sound alien-like in nature, he seemed to have picked up what to say and what not to say with relative ease. He’s a smart one, that’s for sure, and you don’t think it’s very kind to waste it on nothing.Oh, but good god, once he figured out what puns are, you were in for it.He is quick to adapt to life outside the pond, but his lifeline is tied there, so he cannot stay away for more than a few months without needing a reset period, time to reconnect with his life source. Still, his wanderlust doesn’t ever cease, and so as soon as his body has healed, he’s back at it again. Traveling, seeing things, trying his best to live life to the fullest. One of the most contagious parts of him is his unending optimism, despite how your country might consider him a non-citizen at best, a thing to hide away and experiment on at worst.Oh, he doesn’t try to hide his wackadoo powers, either, and that just makes your job all the more difficult. Everything physical can be explained away, easy. Webbed feet? Birth defect. Super big eyes? Blessed genes from his mother’s side. But the way he can stay underwater for as long as he wants? Having a good set of lungs can only go so far, and you’re pretty darn sure your neighbors are catching on. Oh, also, water seems to do what he wants, and saying something like ‘oh he just has a way with oxygen and hydrogen molecules’ doesn’t even make a lick of sense. Still, though, his insistent need to help other people makes up for the headache of excuses you’ve been making on his behalf.

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“INFJ, my sun sign is Cancer, moon sign is Pisces rising sign is Sagittarius, also ADHD inattentive soo…  🙃very forgetful due to depression and said ADHD. I’m very empathetic but can get a little too passionate with my emotions sometimes. I cry at every movie I see. No exceptions. I spend most of my time world building or painting for dnd campaigns.  Or reading. I also love hiking with my dogs as it’s the only time I really get out of the house. I grew up in professional theater so the drama kid heart in me is still very strong. Whoever’s my match needs to be prepared for a little bit of “extra”, if you catch my drift.”
Your android isn’t fresh off the production shelves, not by a long shot, but he was tossed away as ‘defective’ shortly after being built. For whatever reason, though, whoever did it was sloppy, since the master switch to shut everything down hadn’t been pressed, resulting in your android being in ‘sleep mode’ for just over a decade. During that time, his software would remotely update, going with the flow of whatever the programmers would write, but his actual hardware could hardly keep up. He soon became an outdated model, as one does in this reality of rapidly evolving technology, and the updates weren’t exactly written for the machinery of his caliber. Yet, for whatever reason, his inner core kept accepting the incoming software, ultimately resulting in something inside him snapping awake.Both he and you theorize that it must have been the time, plus the updates, and perhaps even the constant exposure to the elements that ignited some kind of self-awareness within his inner core. Or, it could just be a matter of time for all the other androids to follow, as he was without any mechanical checkups monitoring his awareness for quite a long while. Whatever the case may be, he’s present and in the moment, very much alive, and really can’t let many people in on that secret because god knows what will happen to him because of it. While it might be a little awkward for him to plaster a smile on his face and act like a shell, thanks to all the new cybernetic technologies, most androids tend to look and act very human, so he can get away with a lot more than he might of back when he was fresh out of the factory.Since he was outside decomposing with the rest of the junk, his parts weren’t exactly in tip-top shape. It took a lot of careful, slow repairs to get him to even be able to walk again. Even though his central wiring system seemed to be in working order, most of his limbs and joints rusted over and eroded, so those also had to be either oiled and cleaned vigorously or unscrewed and completely replaced. Tiny seeds and saplings had taken to start growing in the metallic crevices of his body, so those had to be thoroughly washed out, and his standard blue steel had been tinted green with moss. It certainly was a look, that’s for sure, but not something that a functioning android can rock and still be able to stand on both their feet.One of the interesting things about his type is that his synthetic skin and hair can change color whenever he feels like it, and while he might need the necessary coding for the color, once he has it, he can switch back and forth. Neon pink hair one day, then a muted, plain brown the next, it gives him an edge for blending in with, say, a rave party or a rock concert at a moment’s notice. Not that he needs to run, no, to both of your knowledge, he’s in no danger of discovery. Still, if it should it come to that, his power of camouflage might come in handy. Maybe it was a little shocking when he blinked that one time and turned his eyes blood-red, but you quickly got used to it.Besides the fact that he can turn his skin blue the moment he wants, he looks like a regular, run of the mill person, as any signs of being made of machinery have been carefully covered up. But, like with most other androids, there are little, tiny ticks that a well-trained person might see. The way he sometimes focuses on something a little too hard, since he can zoom his eyesight in like a microscope, or the way he stands ridiculously still when at rest. Or even how he might know something about someone that may seem strange since he likes to look over a person’s social media profiles while speaking to them.Your android likes to multitask and often has a very exact schedule for what he is doing and when. For example, he might get off his overnight charging station at five in the morning sharp, though he really doesn’t need to use it anymore, his battery has been replaced by one of those crazy nuclear fission boxes. After getting dressed in some athletic wear, he will then go for a run, not that he has any muscles to work out with. Still, he likes the feeling of the air on his face, but it helps the whole song and dance of being human, as someone will see him do the action and then internalize it without realizing it.Then, once he gets back, he’ll make breakfast. He can’t eat, and really entirely depends on your tastebuds to do all the work, but his skill vastly improves with everything he manages to make. Once he is done with your breakfast, he will clean, and then exactly at 7:02 am, he will go off to work. His work isn’t exactly the same as, say, an office job with a guaranteed yearly salary. Your android is, after all, technically a non-citizen, and doesn’t have any of the many documents needed to prove that he’s allowed to work. Everything he does has to be under the table and off the radar.His work, then, is a rather unorthodox way of making money. Freelance stuff, really, things that he can do quickly without having to become a full-time employee. On one end, he does photography, and since his eyes have the nifty little habit of seeing things that a human might not right off the bat, he tends to get some snapshots of things that others don’t. It also helps that he can climb, hide, dodge, and reach places that humans probably don’t want to risk. Climbing to the very top of a building just to get that photo of the sun rising over the bridge? Done, and his editor has no idea how he even managed to get it. Squeezing through a poorly constructed alley to find a nest of pigeons for a piece on animal life in the city? Good thing he doesn’t actually have to breath. It might not bring in the same kind of money as some fancy executive lawyer, but it’s just about all he can do.Sometimes he might get frustrated when his schedule doesn’t seem to work out because he likes his life to be easy to sort and simple to categorize. It took a little while for him to be able to loosen up about the strictness of which he holds himself, slowing relaxing and allowing life to show him the wonders that is has to offer without chasing something else insistently. His photography began to improve vastly, mostly because he is now looking beyond just the object and the background, he is now looking for the soul outside of the basic image. Like humans, your android does appreciate beauty for what it is, though in a more mathematical, clinical sense. Things like flowers, shells, moon phases, or even weather patterns all hold a unique appeal to him that tends to lean outside of their traditional aesthetic sense.Your android is very, very grounded in reality. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t really have a concept of what ‘imagination’ is, but his thoughts, his actions, his hopes are all squarely within the realms of his perceived existence. One of the drawbacks to this is that he doesn’t often allow himself to play along with anyone’s fanciful ‘what if’ scenarios because he will be the first one to let that person know that the idea is bad, and it might get someone killed, or that it’s just not even worth doing. It takes some cajoling to get him to indulge anyone in their fantasies, but he will, if the right pointers are given, and if doing so will help someone get out of their sadness.One of his favorite activities is to explore the outdoors, whether it be hiking, camping, canoeing, etcetera. As mentioned before, he has a unique appreciation for something organically made, because there is something rather beautiful in the realm of strange frailties. Or, better yet, the impossible perfection that can be reached in something as simple as a snail’s shell. Sometimes he might pause, completely caught up in studying the movement of a bug or the swaying of a leaf in the wind, eyes glued to a single spot in space for however long it takes him to fully comprehend every little detail that he is seeing.There isn’t really an issue in the bedroom, either, since his brain is basically connected to the internet at all times, any kind of position or move is easy enough for him to search up, comprehend, and then execute with near-flawless precision. That’s all I’m going to say on the subject.

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“Can I get a monster match? Im studying to be a masseuse & a physiologist. I dont live out in the country but Id love to one day. Im an INFP & spend too much time reading & sleeping. I also read Tarot & use Runes (o^^o)”
You’ve been matched with an Ondonti! The Ondontis are a subrace of orcs, a peaceful, magic-using people made up of several different tribes. Using their magic to kill or otherwise harm another living being is considered a horrible offense, so unless the creature was incurably insane or already dead, there would be no use of magic against it. There is an unfortunate element to always remaining pacifists, however, because that makes them rather easy targets to those who don’t share the same peaceful perspective on life. The Zhents are the ones who took advantage of the Ondontis’ softer nature, and thus began an unfortunate period of trading them as slaves.Your Ondonti was old enough to remember what being free was like when he was captured, but still young enough to internalize much of the Zhents brainwashing and beatings. Even though his people were held against their will, they still refuse to use their magic to avenge themselves and harm others, and your Ondonti is no different. Considering the fact that his people are less likely to plan and execute a full-scale rebellion, they don’t get as much supervision during work. Sure, it might be a good deal from the outside, but they’re all still slaves, so it’s not all that great.Due to the physical strength of the Ondontis, they’re able to manage the demanding requirements for construction with relative ease. That’s where your Ondonti spent most of his life, working with stone and wood to create temples and places of worship for the Zhent priests. Since his people’s skills are easy to recognize, even by those who believe they are lesser beings, they often get shuttled from place to place within the reaches of the Zhents. While he might not plan the overarching building, as that is an architect’s job, he does manage to create miracles within the smaller details, though gets no credit. He supposes that it’s just as well, though, because at least if the building fails, then none of the blame gets put on a lowly slave.Your Ondonti, like the rest of his kind, has dusty green skin, his arms, back, and legs all covered in various scars, most of them from beatings he won’t ever forget. His thick, black hair is long, as his captures don’t much care in what he does with his appearance so long as it has nothing to do with rebellion, and it’s usually done with several small braids trailing past either side of his neck. Though he would say that his eyes aren’t anything special, most would beg to differ on that subject, as their soft, smelted golden tinge almost makes it look like the coal of his pupils are glowing. You wouldn’t lie, getting lost in them is something else. Oh, and he’s tall, which isn’t all that unusual for an orc, but still, there’s just something about him that demands to be looked at.He spends most of his time in the city, entirely overwhelmed by the amount of work that is expected of him in such a short amount of time. As much as he works hard, there is only so much a person is capable of finishing, given the tight deadlines, so he is often subject to harsh punishments. Despite his talent, he receives no special privileges apart from the other slaves, as he is still considered a ‘lower species,’ and therefore is not worth respecting. He would never let on how much that burns, especially not to the masters, and not even to the other slaves. While a part of him dies with every thankless piece he makes, he still tries to find the good in his life; otherwise, he might drown in depression.You met him while you were out selling basic magic wares, potions for simple things like sparkling eyes, a touch of luck, or adding dazzle to any smile, as well as tarot readings for anyone who would want it. Even though you knew he was a slave, you still offered him your wares; after all, he might mention them to whatever wealthy sack of useless garbage who owns him, and then you might pull in a decent profit. His eyes were sad, though, and full of melancholy, and that was enough for you to offer him a free reading to get on his good side.The first time you offered, he refused on the basis that he didn’t need one, that he understood what his future held. But you didn’t give up, after all, you’ve seen him out on the streets before, you knew that you would see him again. And lo and behold, barely a few days later, you did, his large frame lumbering over to a merchant’s guild that specializes in building material, accompanied by what must have been his master. You didn’t know what you were doing at the time, after all, leaving your things unattended with your street urchin assistant wouldn’t exactly be considered wise, but you duck underneath the doorframe and slowly follow them. Close enough that someone might think you were a part of the group, but far enough to not arouse suspicion from the people in question.Your Ondonti seemed to realize that you were on his tail, despite your not so graceful attempts at being stealthy, but didn’t let anyone else become aware of that little secret. Only when you managed to catch him alone in the hallway did he let out any hasty protests at your spying. You were staunch in your stance, though, making yourself stand tall (though that didn’t really make a difference given his height), and, offering him a sweet smile, you asked him to humor you in doing his reading. Perhaps you were also so relentless due to selfish reasons, as you were sensing something coming off of him in waves. Magic-y stuff, something you can’t really explain to anyone else.You did the reading rather quickly, eye on the door where his master was negotiating with the merchants, coming up with three fascinating cards. Briefly, because the meeting seemed to be wrapping up, you tried to give him the overview as quickly as possible. Reverse emperor, justice, and the lovers, but as he was unfamiliar with your craft, and you didn’t have too much time to explain since that was the moment you heard footsteps.Hastily, because you knew he would be punished and whatever might happen to you wouldn’t be awesome, either, you dodged, half tiptoeing, half running out of the building before you even realized that you never got your cards back. Which, ok, that was seriously disappointing, and while you might be able to continue giving readings, there would be a feeling of something missing throughout. But, another part of you is positively stoked to see him again, because if you perceived him right, he’s the type to run through sleet, snow, and hail just to make sure someone gets their belongings back.And you were absolutely right, because just a few days later, there he was, lumbering over to where your shabby little blanket was with its little glass vials of potions laid out for anyone to look over. He offered some mumbling apologies, though you were quick to cut him off, because really, what did he have to apologize for? It’s not really his fault you decided to go covert to try to get to know him better. He seemed taken aback, mainly, because you are one of the first people outside his own species that appeared to take into account for your actions, and how they might negatively affect him, a slave. But he couldn’t claim to dislike it, not at allHe returned your cards, and you managed to give him a bit more information than where you left off. While he did seem a bit interested, you can see that he wasn’t planning on pursuing it any further. But he also came back a couple of days later, seemingly just because he wanted to exchange a few words with you. You didn’t think much of it at first, but then it became a habit. He would come, offer up a few, solitary words of greeting and small talk, and then leave, without going to any other stall in the marketplace. It’s cute, you decided, finding yourself looking at the sea of heads in the hopes you might pick him out of the crowd.

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So I’m pan, but vaguely have a preference for men, but like specifically cute, non-threatening ones. I’m infp-t for mbti. I read a lot, and I love games. I have ADHD and i have trouble doing work because of it but it’s also the reason I can figure out random plot twists or do well at guessing games. My friends and I joke that I have a high passive charisma, because I’m just oblivious and talk a lot. I have a lot of stuffed animals, many of them I got specifically because they’re wonky in some way. I have too many books. I really like soft things, and soft people. Thank you.
You have been matched with an elf! Well, the name humans call his kind changes over the years, älva, elverfolk, álfur, and so on, but it seems that rather modern writers and historians have decided on the term ‘elf’ when talking about his kind. Doesn’t really matter to him, though, because his people have their own word for themselves, one that humans couldn’t even pronounce, much less would they dare say, even if they could. While his kind considered more advanced than yours, he will admit, it’s rather remarkable what giant leaps of technology have been made in such a short amount of time.While his people haven’t really had much need for objects such as cell phones or computers, they do depend on a mysterious source of magic they call the Æther. Things like medicine, communication, teleportation, the works, all can be achieved by tapping into it, so you suppose the need for something like cars or vaccines aren’t a necessity for them as they are for those on this plane of reality. Your elf doesn’t really go into much detail about the mystical otherworld, though hints that most of his kind are sworn against revealing any secrets to anyone on the outside about their mystical abilities. You don’t much mind, though sometimes the thought of an untapped, seemingly eternal energy source does keep you up at night.He is ethereally beautiful, you would never dare lie about that, and very clearly inhuman to anyone with well-seeing eyes. There is a blue tinge to his skin, where any red tones might be on a human. It’s probably because his blood has a purplish navy tinge. If it was red, he most likely would look just like any other human being, albeit with vividly green, slightly upturned eyes, and cheekbones that can cut through glass. His hair is a long, glossy blond, like spun gold, and he enjoys braiding it down in seemingly thousands of different ways. You don’t think you’ve seen him wear the same hairstyle twice, though, at the seemingly endless variants he’s done, you don’t believe you would even recognize it if he did repeat one or two.Oh, and he’s tall, much taller than the average human. It’s very easy to pick him out in a crowd- he’s the blond standing at least a head higher than everyone else. It’s rather convenient for you because you don’t ever lose him whenever you are out in public. Maybe his blueish skin would be easy to pick out as well, but he usually glamors himself whenever he’s mingling with other humans, as to not draw too much attention. If that were the case, though, maybe he should shave a few inches off his height, also, because damn, even without the blueness, he still draws plenty of stares.Your elf seems offended if anyone mixes him up with the fae, because the faeries and the elves are very different, thank you very much. When asked how, he usually just goes spluttering about how they don’t respect magic barriers, or how they just ‘make up’ rules about the use of magic which has absolutely nothing to do with anything factual, mind you, and besides, they have no sense of propriety, have you even heard about that white-haired slut who quite literally fucked himself into a curse? It’s their fault they’re dying off, they have no respect for anyone but themselves, etcetera, etcetera, until your elf would wear himself out.But of course, you mean biologically, as in, what separates the two as species from each other. Which, after a long while of getting talked around in circles, you realize that there really isn’t a difference? Besides their core values and use of the Æther, it seems to you that they are basically the same, sort of like how Catholics might claim they differ significantly from the Lutherans, but seem basically the same from a far off distance. The same source of magic, able to handle it well enough like their bodies evolved to do so, just a very, very different outlook on what it should be used for. The elves, then, you gather, are a vaguely distant parental figure to the human race who only show up when things are fucked royally. In contrast, the faeries are more like that weird crack-addicted cousin who no one invites to get-togethers but still shows up anyway, taking their pranks a little too far.Oh, and if you think he’s venomously pissed at being mistaken for a faery, don’t even think about mentioning Santa’s little helpers to him, either. He practically starts frothing at the mouth.Elves have longer than human lifespans, yes, but they also don’t live for a thousand millennia, like modern stories might have you believe. Sure, they live for about two, maybe three hundred years, and that most certainly is much longer than a human, but your elf hasn’t been around since the dawn of time. He did live through the space race, though, and witnessed the moon landing with his own two eyes, just over yonder from where the plucky crew of the Apollo 12 landed. Maybe all those crackpot conspiracy theories about ‘aliens on the moon’ are about him? Who knows, definitely not him.He does have his place in elven society as a sort of sentinel, or watcher, someone who keeps an eye on the human race and makes sure they don’t do anything particularly stupid. Given the fact he can just walk into places he most certainly should not be, it’s rather easy for him to do so. Though he’s not allowed to interfere unless there is immediate danger of annihilation, he just reports what he’s seen or found to a council of elders, and they decide what should be done with it. He rarely ever participates in whatever direction the council chooses, citing something about the fact that watchers might try to take advantage of such protocols. So, there will be times where he can relax at home while a bunch of other elves take care of the problem… or problems.When he’s not being constantly vigilant against the top one percent of humanity that seems to want to ultimately doom the other ninety nine percent, he has some hobbies he likes to fall back to. At first, you weren’t sure what to make of his favorite, because pottery? An elf who can call forth a god-like amount of power from some alternate dimension made only from pure energy likes to make little clay things? But yes, actually, he does, and it’s probably because he can harness such power.Unlike humans, the elves have always been able to snap things into existence. Oh, you need something to hold that ambrosia? Just think really hard about it, and a bowl will appear from seemingly thin air, pulled from its point in time to where you are today. Humans, though, clearly don’t have that kind of liberty, so they were forced to get creative with simple necessities that an elf wouldn’t think twice about. Pottery stems from one of those needs, using clay to create things to eat and drink out of, and your elf finds it just fascinating at the skill and engineering it takes to merely make something look… functional.Sure, his stuff used to be crazy-lopsided and uneven, but he’s getting better at it, steadily, slowly, under the guidance of a local ceramics professor. Yes, he goes to a university class to advance his skill, isn’t it what humans do, too? He might not actually pay for it, per se, he kind of just… charmed the staff to slide him into the class, and doesn’t have any intention of actually graduating or anything, so he runs free on the campus while disguised to the teeth with a more human appearance, letting his artistic side run free.Maybe also more of a side note, but he loves animals. Loves them. Animals have such a fundamentally innocent nature about them, yet domesticated creatures like dogs have such a love for their masters that it almost physically hurts him to think about. Even though he can’t really have a dog at the moment- his current human landlord has a very strict pet policy because of her and a few other tenants’ allergies. Though your elf seems satisfied with cutting corners elsewhere, he doesn’t feel like making some humans permanently ill just because he’d like a dog to be around.

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“Aquarius Sun/Virgo Moon/Taurus Rising. Little bit of an astrology nerd. I like to learn about it. I also think it’s totally made up and makes no logical/scientific sense, but is also right basically 100% of the time. Idk how much you know about astrology but basically I am an eccentric bitch who wants to save the world, is emotionally precise and perfectionist, and seems to really like material things and food! WAHOO. People say my sense of humor is the best thing about me and/or I make them laugh the most, big old bleeding heart, especially for animals. Easily overstimulated ): Anxiety and ADHD are a bitch lol. No self esteem to speak of. I am an atrocity before god. Speaking of: very quiet convert to and practitioner of old (would now be considered) pagan faith. Multiple gods, ancestor worship, local spirits, etc.”
You have been matched with a Huldrekall, the shy, beautiful male counterpart of the alluring Huldra. Contrary to popular belief brought to you by the patriarchy, the Huldrekall are not, in fact, shriveled and disgusting to look at, it’s just that straight men don’t like feeling sexually threatened, not even by forest spirits that they don’t ever see. Like the females, the Huldrekall are almost intangibly beautiful, with soft, glossy hair and large, innocent eyes, and have mossy, hollowed out backs. While they might easily cover up their backs with clothing, the tails are a bit less easy to hide, as the Huldrekall and Huldras use them for balance, and thus must shift them about while moving.Like other forest spirits, the Huldra and Huldrekall can be found among the trees at a reasonable distance from human society. Oh, they do sometimes come out of their hiding places, put on a dress, and mingle, in the guise of a mysterious visitor or a passing traveler, but their home will always be back in the forest, no matter how many broken hearts they might leave behind. Besides the occasional affair, the Huldra and Huldrekall have a symbiotic relationship with coal burners, as they are willing to watch over the kilns at night in exchange for human food and the occasional piece of clothing. The coal burners don’t get the privilege of seeing their helpers, though, but sleep easy knowing their equipment is being cared for.Shockingly, the Huldra and Huldrekall seem to respond well to things like good manners, polite exchanges, and positive interactions, almost like they are people with thoughts and opinions of their own. Though, when crossed, the Huldra and Huldrekall are terrifying when they want to be, merciless, cold, just as a human who has been horribly slighted might act. You think that their kind are, well, people, though that’s not what the fear-mongering, power-hungry humans would have anyone believe. Despite the lower, working-class people out in the country knowing better, the city folk are quick to think that what is unknown must be evil.You met your Huldrekall while you were out gathering herbs and flowers, deep within the forest. He was laying out in the sun on a large tree root, back towards the sky, face nestled in his arms. It takes you exactly three seconds to realize what you’re looking at before you manage to step on a stray stick, the noise snapping loud enough to make your hair stand on end. Your Huldrekall sits up like a shot, his wide, sparkling eyes a light, dusty magenta, and he looks at you, fear dancing across his face, but something else, too. Curiosity? Fascination? You can’t tell before he scampers his tall but lithe body up the tree and through the leaves, hiding from you in the greenery, yet still clearly present as you try to go about your day.Your Huldrekall follows you as you try to focus on the herbs you need, clinging to the bark of the trees like a child might hang on their mother. At first, you try ignoring him, thinking that he’s only keeping an eye on you because of fear, but there doesn’t seem to be a single essence of tenseness in his body as he slides down from one branch to another. While you focus solely on pretending to not notice his movements, he slowly, tentatively approaches, you can feel his unabashed stare burning through your back. Still, you don’t turn around, nor give him any hint that you know that he is there, because a part of you is just as interested in him as he seemingly is in you, and you don’t want to scare him off.While you can hear him stiffen every time you accidentally make a move too sudden for his comfort, you don’t realize how close to you he really is until you risk a glance over your shoulder. He’s right there, balanced carefully on a low hanging branch, watching you work with fascinated eyes. He also doesn’t run when he catches you looking at him, either, which you suppose is a step in the right direction, he only flinches back ever so slightly. But he’s still there.You have to go back home eventually, even though you would like for a moment so magical as this to continue on. As you walk back to the forest’s edge, your friend disappears along the way, slinking back through the trees. You don’t even know that he’s gone until you turn around to look for him, finding nothing more than the grass and leaves, and you feel… well, disappointed, you suppose, but unsurprised. Still, your work will have you back in the forest to forage again soon enough, and a part of you hopes that you will see him when that time comes.He finds you when it does come, in the dusty rose of the early twilight sky, looking for the petal of a particular flower that only blooms during the first light of dawn. Your Huldrekall approaches with more openness this time around, no longer poised and ready flee. There are times when he is… very close, looking over your shoulder, cheek almost touching yours, becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Almost as though he’s suddenly decided to demand attention, yet is still too shy to put anything to words.You’re on your knees, fingers digging through the ground in search of certain roots. He’s mirroring you, sitting across the thicket, hands carefully to the side as he watches you work. Absentmindedly, you begin speaking, not really sure what to do with yourself or the strange silence. “This is used for joint pain, you grind it up into a paste, then rub it in the inflamed areas.”“Really?” He asks, the first thing he ever says to you. His voice is smooth, soft, like a sip of cool water on a hot day, and a little tingle runs down your spine.“Y-yes,” you manage to gain your footing again, “it can ease stomach pains too if chewed and swallowed in low quantities.”He’s a quick learner, you’ll give him that. It probably helps that his curiosity seems insatiable, and once he starts talking, he shows no signs of stopping. The chatting isn’t unwelcome, though, and you find him to be a good conversationalist, despite his immediate lack of knowledge of anything outside the forest. Well, he actually has much information when it comes to the ancient magic of the trees themselves, even showing you how to gently tease a bit of energy from the bark if needed. Prayers must be said before and after, as the spirits of the forest don’t take kindly to pillaging.Your Huldrekall is remarkably bright, too, able to pick up your tips and tricks with little to no trouble, able to remember just about everything that comes out of your mouth. All the little remedies and medicines you make don’t seem to matter much to him or his kind, though, because of their little magic tricks that seem to do the same, just in a different manner of execution. Still, though, he’s interested in “human way of things,” as he calls it, copying your work as you forage and search for different plants. One day, though, you go home and find a little bouquet of plants tied together with a vine, a collection that you don’t remember assembling.You’ve started making a pretty penny selling roots and herbs from the deeper center of the forest since your kind doesn’t like going very far passed the outlying trees. Thanks to your magical guide, though, you’re able to venture out much deeper than you might risk by yourself, without having to worry about finding your way back. You could blindfold your Huldrekall, shake him about, and drag him through the trees and vines for miles, and he’d still be able to lead you back to the village where you live. It’s rather convenient, you suppose, but you don’t let anyone know just how easy it is for you, people pay you more if you act like you almost died by some giant, carnivorous flower mere hours before.The gifts keep appearing. No longer in your basket, sometimes you find a pretty stone or dried blossom in your pockets, now, too, and though you try to figure out how he managed to slip them there without noticing, you can’t. You keep everything in a little box, pressing any flowers carefully between books of medicine, and polishing the stones if you get the chance. After letting the gifts pile up a bit, you decide to return the favor, getting a little knick-knack that you’ve kept lying around your home. You don’t really have anything you can slip it in since your Huldrekall is… well, naked, so you cut out the third party and give him the gift point-blank.He’s enthralled by it, and by the seeming lack of shyness on your part. Even though it’s just a little cheap object you’ve managed to pick up sometime in your past, he acts like it might be worth its weight in gold. While you don’t really know what he does with it, you suppose that he must have a nest of some kind, but after that day, you begin to see more of his kind out of the corner of your eye. Up in the trees, hiding between leaves, watching with careful, weary eyes. Like him, though, they warm up to you eventually, some taking longer than others.You fell asleep, perhaps by accident, one evening. Last night and the night before had been late ones, so your brain is clouded and your movements sluggish. In your head, you only meant to lay among the flowers for a few moments, just to restore a bit of your strength, but after you open your eyes, the sun is in an entirely different position in the sky. Your Huldrekall is nearby, sitting atop a log, his vulnerable back facing you as he plays lookout. He looks back when he hears you stirring, offering a reassuring, sweet smile. You lay your head back down and continue resting, feeling the warmth of safety emanating from him.Sometime after that, he started to gently tug at your hand when you leave the forest, a little, reassuring squeeze, one that you don’t find unwelcome. Once, he follows you through the town, wearing fairly clean clothes from god knows where, and spends the night at your home. People look and people talk, but no one’s whispers bother you or your business, and they sure as hell don’t bother your Huldrekall. His spirit is free and magnetic, those same people who would demonize you for fraternizing outside your species soon become enthralled in his stories and words. Maybe you are a little jealous of all the attention he gets, but he makes it clear that he only has eyes for you. The old gods in the forest are long forgotten by man, but not by your Huldrekall or his kind. They do a sort of worship that must have existed since the dawn of time, dancing and singing towards the moon whenever it is full. You get invited soon after your acceptance by his people, and even though you are nothing more than a quiet, interested viewer at first, that is quick to change. Eventually, you end up holding hands with other Huldra, aiming your face towards the sky and singing a hymn made with a language so old that the words themselves hold power.