/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>>166060

Indeed, she's just too cute.

I hope this thread doesn't die too soon.

>>166063

I don't have any leanan sidhe pics to dump

the above was the only decent looking one with the リャナンシー tag on pixiv, not counting the Persona ones

;д;

>>166064

Which begs the question.

How do we get art fairy to catch on?

How do we get on board and get the eventual oc of drawfairy?

I think she should get a flag for starters.

>>166069

Spam her in the Bob Ross twitch chat

We still need a Leanan Sidhe painting happy little dryads

>>166072

>happy little dryads

>little

So they're bonsai tree dryads?

>>166075

>bonsai tree dryads

I can imagine them saying "onii-chan".

I really want a picture of a pregnant Leanan Sidhe that has an afro, saying, "we don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." as she rubs her belly.

>>166075

I was thinking more

>and now we've got this shoreline here, why don't we put a nice pine dryad in riiight here? >Just make a nice mix of the Liquid Wight and the Wan Dyke Brown and we can make ourselves a sweet little native dryad girl

>And maybe we can put a friend for her here, and maybe they've got some mermaid friends that live in the lake

>Whatever you like, it's your painting

>>166078

Drawfags, get on this.

>>166052 (OP)

well i mean take /monster/, okay? now how many of us actually dabble in art? lets just give a generous 10% for the sake of this example. now out of 1/10th of the whole of /monster/ how many of them would be consider themselves great artists? if it even exists, that tiny portion of /monster/ population is your audience

so this is why that monster is so overlooked

Since they are fueled by great works of art, if I put them on deviantart, would they be poisoned?

Finally a real incentive to git gud at drawing, think of the poor drawfairies

>>166129

>Since they are fueled by great works of art, if I put them on deviantart, would they be poisoned?

You could alternatively start a pixiv account or post them on the booru.

Though it doesn't matter since Barbariank has a deviantart account despite that site's reputation.

>Finally a real incentive to git gud at drawing, think of the poor drawfairies

Good thing there's the tutorial.

Good luck.

>>166116

But many of us appreciate our drawfags.

>>166116

>knows how many of us are into art

>knows there's little good drawfags

>"your audience"

>assumes the pov of an artfairy

anon confirmed for drawfairy

>>166134

>>166116

artfairy draw us art things instead of whining

>>166135

Wouldn't that be like masturbating to them?

>>166137

So if we tease the art fairies enough, they'll start to masturbate and drop sweet oc on us as a result?

>>166184

Thank you, based drawfag.

>>166184

Nicely done! The dryad painting is my favourite part. The fairy's proportions bug me. I think is the short legs that are doing it.

>>166188

true, legs are too short

>>166184

Drawfairies are comfy monsters.

>>166230

she also needs a fro

>>166052 (OP)

First image is so fucking pretty, I need a waifu like that in my life.

>>166480

Why do you think /monster/ has so many writefags, that's a writefairy Leanan Sidhe.

>>166376

I would watch a comfy art show about art fairy.

I'm going to write some quick write faggotry for this little motherfucker. No lewds, just cute.

But first, I need to know how to pronounce the cocksucking name.

Lean-an sid-hey ?

>>167475

>potatonigger names

That looks about right, though.

>>167475

>>167475

It's either Lah-nan Shee-uh or Lenin Shed.

>>167475

Glad you're writefagging.

Do your best.

>>167493

alright let me know how I did

I wanted to go for something cute/feelsy with a little bit of inspiration for artists

http://pastebin.com/ELEQxt73

>>167541

>FOREVER EVER the leanan sidhe story

This was nice.

>>167541

That is so cute.

Art fairy should be a teacher.

Fun fact, her name is pronounced "Lah-nan Shee-uh."

>Most people don't want to try doing art.

>The list of people who want to try gets shortened done by the people either too lazy or too apprehensive to start.

>Then you have the people who give up after a few sketches or within a week or so.

>This gives us a very low number of people willing to try art and stick with it.

>Too bad most of these artists are the type to draw absolute trash and never seek to improve.

>Now we have a handful of people willing to try art and learn to get better.

>Now think that they may one day give up, pass away, etc. and not do decent art anymore.

Being art fairy is suffering.

Art, writing, and really anything else that's considered creative is slowly becoming dull, bland, and eventually dead.

>>169702

I'd write more if I had a cute art fairy as my muse

Although what I write often turns Shadow the Edgehog quickly and I have to scrap it

I don't know why, but drawfairies are my favorite fairies.

Be nice to see more of them.

>>167541

That's great.

But where's Tiny Swordsman 5?

>>169825

soon. Let me finish the semester first

>>169896

Pretty fucking upset honestly; it's gotten to the point where art is degenerating rather than progressing.

>>169896

Why do you think there are no art fairies around anon?

>>166184

>you will never make happy little mistakes with your lenin-saddle gf

>>166078

Got your back, fam. Posted it in the drawfag thread for ya. >>181160

>>181153

Because fairies are awfully curious and possess the innate ability of child-like pestering.

>you will never bully an art fairy by having creative urges you never follow-up on

>you will never bounce ideas off of her and watch her get excited

>you will never constantly swear you'll get around to doing it

>you will never watch her hope slowly fade away

>she will never reach the point where she can't even look at you anymore

>>182645

You are the worst person imaginable.

>>167475

>>167484

>>169663

From what I've been led to believe, the correct pronunciation for Leanan Sidhe/Leannán Sí is closer to "Lenon Shee".

I've looked into how to pronounce Sí/Sidhe before for my faery D&D race, no native Irish speaker I've heard has ever pronounced it "shee-uh" or "shee-d".

>>182682

I wanna hug artfairy better.

Irishman here, you've pretty much got it.

I'm not exactly sure because Irish language changes across dialects and whatnot but it's pretty much pronounced Lay-an-on See.

Mistranslations happen for this kind of thing all the time, to my knowledge it occasionally results in "Sith" as well, such as "Cait Sith" I blame the British.

>>182706

Shee is also pretty accurate. I just remembered that banshee is an Irish spirit and is spelled "Bean Sidhe" in Irish. "Lanan-shee" works following on from that.

>>182684

No, you have to draw yourself hugging artfairy better.

>>182706

>Lay-an-on See

>Le Anon OC

>Fairy=Fag

ONE OF OUR ARTFAGS CONFIRMED FOR ARTFAIRY

>>182718

>Our drawfags are actually cute art fairies

>They're out because of mating season.

>>183298

I know that feel bro.

Art fairy is love.

>>183298

It's okay, anon. I'm sure if you ask them nicely, they can paint new leanan sidhes for you and bring them to life, or at the very least let you have their daughters when they get older.

>>182645

>implying bullying

>implying that won't be the standard interaction in this day and age

>>195390

_NEVER_ EVER :^)

>>195404

Forever Ever

Forever Ever

Art fairies are for bullying.

You raise up their hopes by thinking about starting writing or drawing, then just going all "lol nope" on them and doing nothing.

>>195431

no anon

>You will never colaborate with art fairy to make vidya game.

>Art fairy will never paint the sprites you need to make your 2D game.

>>195437

Yes you will, anon.

>>195454

Saging for off topic. Spoilered for those who don't care to read.

Not going to say many details here. The plan is an overhead action adventure game with light use of statistics played exclusively with a mouse and hotkeys on PC or touch screen on mobile. Vita and Wii U ports were in consideration but dropped due to their inevitable discontinued support of those platforms.

Most of the work will be level design, environment interactions, event manager, and NPC behavior. Without a prototype to show it'd be a time waste to explain more than this else I'll be writing technical details all day. And I don't want too many ideas stolen. While I can go on about scenario, artwork, sound design, ect. The philosophy is to build the pame piece by piece until I have good design and fun gameplay. I'm doing all of this out of pocket with my spare time with no plans to crowdfund.

There is no guarentee if and when the project will be finished. I'm not aiming to create a masterpiece or a breakthrough of a new genre.

I can say the game will be safe for work aiming for a T for Teen/PEGI-16 rating at most due to my current vision right now. I want graphic violence, gore, explicit nudity, and sex to be apart of gameplay rather than there for the sake of it.

Oh and the playable characters may be monster girls themselves.

Friendly reminder that art fairies have it rough. Art has steadily been becoming more shit. In addition, most people don't really want to do art. Art fairies exist only to starve.

>>195537

>tfw ideas for writefaggotry

>tfw too lazy to follow through

I'm sorry artfairies ;_;

>>195538

Nope. Toss aside your laziness and start writefagging now.

>>195720

>headpats

>wrong

>under any circumstance

>>195723

>Kindly head pats the art fairy.

Anyone have the pic of the content writefag fairy and starving drawfag fairy?

>>199229

Thank you, friend.

>>203918

A real work of art.

>>203918

Funny thing, since the description for KC's artfairy states that she IS able to grow in size.

>>203918

>this was the last bit of OC needed to make /monster/'s board tag on 8-booru.booru.org/ have the most posts out of all other board tags

forever ever

im waiting on the good times right now

>>204482

Is this a bad time?

>>204489

dont worry about it, its just a bob ross quote

yeah could be worse, but it can always be worse

Imagine bullying art fairy by tying her down and forcing her to browse deviant art?

> Fairy starts to struggle desperately

> You keep her head straight as you scroll through pages of horseshit.

> You get to the brony section.

> She's literally shaking

> you open up the my little pony theme song on another tab and play it gently in the background as you scroll through dozens of my little pony porn pictures

> She starts screaming calling you a Demon asking why Ammit has abandoned her.

> That was a bad mood on her part.

> For her rude behavior you type in "sonic inflation"

> A fairy lost her wings that day.

>>204531

filtered

>>204531

This is considered a form of torture by the Geneva Convention.

>>204531

You sick bastard. You don't treat cute fairies like that. How could you even consider that? And this coming from someone cool with "war crimes" eat shit UN, genocide, mass executions, and regular torture.

>>204564

Hi there Coldsteel, I had no idea you posted on 8chan!

What would artfairies think of DA-tier OCs?

Would bob ross be the sexiest man alive to an art fairy?

And would his show be the most hardcore of porn?

What if Mozart's wife was art fairy?

>>215015

I wouldn't be surprised if it was his mother actually

>>224292

I like that second pic. Would be nice if we could get a sharper version of it though. I don't suppose you happen to have a tablet or scanner?

>>224278

Why does it say "Blow the Artist"?

>>249094

Artfairy is such a loyal mamono. All mamonos are loyal, but still.

So what counts as a great work of art? Is it simply based off the bias of the fairy, or is it simply based on the skill to drawu the image?

What if I drew a piece of shit on a canvas, but it was a beautiful shit. Perfectly coiled, so lifelike yet intangible. Light gleaming off it, almost shining even. The most flawless shades of brown, with even perfectly shaped corn mixed into this piece of shit.

Would that count as a great piece of art?

>>205601

The way Bob did his shows makes me think it would be more of a soft, sensual kind of artfairy porn.

Though he would definitely be the Ron Jeremy of Leanan Sidhe

>My brush is so skilled i see FEAR in fairies' eyes when I cover the canvas with a nice thin coating of the liquid white

>>254285

>Though he would definitely be the Ron Jeremy of Leanan Sidhe

I dunno anon, maybe leanan sidhes would actually find Bob's looks charming instead of only lusting after his skill.

>>254448

What are some of your non-mouse drawings like?

>>249094

I just noticed something. Why is her mouth an envelope?

>>255577

This was standard protocol for the president. After all, if he were out and about, some deluded moron would shoot him and his telomere-regenerating augmentations would be all but useless. Indeed, no one knew who the president was, where he was, what he was. Massive funds were given to the right people to destroy all records of this enigmatic individual. He was a very serious person who spoke in a powerful, bassy voice, but that could as well have been distortion.

"Connected. You saw the presentation, from your faces it was well recieved. Rumors abound in your workspaces so none were suprised, but I will repeat for the press: The Monster-Girl initiative will sate the populace's illegal lusts. No longer will they be at the whim of a supression calendar to mate. There is one for every proclivity and one for every physicality. Cats, Birds, Snakes, Spiders, and other, more exotic creatures will soon be as normal in your daily lives as the robot and the holovision." A pause. "This speech will be short. Information about this initiative will disseminate slowly over the coming weeks through a pressling I will select from the back row and transport to a far removed ecosystem where this future is currently a reality. A veritable Elysium. Indeed," and he quickly pointed toward me, "you are very fortunate in being chosen to preview the initiative. Head backstage. All others, keep your ear to the ground. Good day." And with that, they left stage right.

I immediately went to the back, pushing aside all the upperclass who enviously looked in my direction. Even if I didn't want to be sent off, not following the president's orders was tantamount to suicide. He had eyes everywhere. There's a reason it's called "Global Molecular". And, well, even if I saw a fairy drawing a still life in the dressing room, I'd still trust his judgement over my own. Incidentally, that is indeed what I saw.

Imagine my reaction. A mythical, magical creature right in front of me, going right at the canvas with a paintbrush about as long as her body. No robo-gene-anything could possibly pull this off. I'd say I kept it together but I'm not the lying type.

"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?"

continue?

>>255577

>>255579

Continue, please.

>>255577

*through me

>>255579

The picosecond after I screamed bloody murder, I had only regret for it and shame for my own lack of self preservation. When there is an unknown entity, non-euclidean in the way it goes about it's daily routine, only a moron would scream at it and draw attention to himself. Guess that makes me the moron, then. Ah well.

With the vim and vigor only an artist has, the art-fairy quickly spun around and launched it's baton-sized paintbrush in my general direction, managing to connect with me and send me off to the brain-plane of unconsciousness. In any other circumstance, I would have dodged it, but my shock compelled me to check if I was dreaming against the implement flying at me. I wasn't dreaming. I sure started dreaming after the hit, though.

I slept for a long time, as well. So much so that when I woke up I could tell, from the humidity, ambiance, and the je ne sas quoi (I think that's how you say it…) of the place, I was somewhere very far away from my humble abode in the Global Molecular dormitory. I looked around and took in my surroundings - I was in a standard full-sized bed in a sterile yet dim white room. A screenie detached from the ceiling and began to speak to me in a basic text to speech, its screen displaying the seal of The President, an extremely complex sigil meant to invoke obedience in everything gene-tagged by GM, including me. From the sigil you could tell beyond a doubt it was The President himself - only he could pull off the nauseating effect with it.

"This is The President. You are an arm of my company. If an arm refuses to work, it is amputated and replaced. You will work not only for the company, but for your own survival. Disobey and perish."

I was awake for only a few minutes when the most important person in the known world lectured me and me alone on survival. As I was straddling the line between consciousness and unconsciousness, I didn't have full control of my faculties. Like a fool I blurted out "Am I in Hell?"

Ignoring me, The President replied "An entourage of monsters and humans were to find you as you traipsed backstage and render you unconscious for transport to this area, where the initiative I announced yesterday is being tested. Your primary purpose is to act as a scientific field agent for those monitoring you through your subdermal implants. Your secondary purpose is to write about your dealings in this area and send them in editorial sized paragraphs to the GM Press Office, where they can be edited and disseminated to the public. Old prejudices against our work must be destroyed if we are to carry out our future plans. You will act on your own free will. When the obligation is over, we will extract you. If you die, we will replace you. The latter is a very real occurrence, as you are the replacement for another. This smart screen is to aid you in completing your tasks. In the interest of scientific research, this is all I will tell you about your locale and responsibilities. Good luck."

For The President, even acknowledgement was very uncharacteristic. His "Good Luck" was something unreal. Even after the screen blanked out, I felt out of it. Something was very, very off about this place, and I hated being kept in the dark. My mind drifted to the fairy. A living being that small could not possibly have the capacity to create the amazing work of art that it did. Nothing, not even a hivemind, could work that intelligently and deftly while being the size of, limbs spread, a house cat. Could a house cat rival the great classical painters? It was no robot. No tech that powerful could fit in a creature that small, let alone be perfectly concealed against the small, ethereal frame of her body. It seems a medieval myth had somehow come into reality. I didn't want to think about it at all. Luckily for me, my current lack of actual - not induced - sleep gave me a good excuse to put off thinking about it until the next morning. Leave all the hard reconciling with future me, that stupid fucker will bear the brunt of my problems. It's nap time.

>>255845

"Wake up"

Ng. Someone's poking me. I'll… just let me sleep…

"WAKE UP!"

Jesus fuck, I'll wake up. "Who…" I looked the room over. Nothing. Well, there's a very tiny humanoid ramming into my shoulder. Mmm. It's that fairy from before. So I'm dreaming. Maybe this whole ordeal has been one giant dream. I'll just go back to bed…

"WAKE UP!"

With the speed of a ninja, I whipped my hand to where the fairy was and grabbed her. Er, I didn't?

"There you go! From the way I whacked you back there I was afraid you might have gotten brain damage. Nice to see you're all right."

Wow, she flew way far away, to the ceiling almost. So I guess this isn't a dream. After that initial attempt at defending myself had ended in failure, my aching muscles and waking mind had began in earnest to warn me against any rash actions. I didn't want to get clocked in the head again - or eaten or kidnapped or whatever else fairies do - so I figured I wouldn't agitate it.

"I didn't think you would come so far into the theater to get into the dressing room. One of the orcs outside were supposed to whack you and bring you here. I just helped with the artistic element of the presentation. I hope you don't have any hard feelings!" squeaked the paintbrush-wielding anomaly.

"Right. If you stick around, then you're probably not a hallucination, in which case I might reconsider the nature of our relationship." Maybe she was a robot, and some secret lab has been hiding their weird far future quantum tech for god knows what reason. Yeah, definitely a robot. I'm not the biggest techie in the world, but there is no way this admittedly cute little thing wasn't artificially design-

"I'm really thirsty. I don't think I've drank anything this whole day! Say, what would benefit the, uh, "nature of our relationship" would be a nice glass of ice water from you to me."

FUCK

>>256508

"Water. Riiiiiiiiiight." The nice thing about meeting magic creatures for the first time is they really get the adrenaline going. In another morning, I might have been feeling tired. Not this one. Glob damn it.

Well, this hollow light-gray drywall cube has nothing in it besides a bed, a light, and a door. No water. Feeling thirsty myself, I got up and then promptly flopped like an invalid back onto my bed. Not a great way to start an assignment, and the fairy was definitely watching, but god damn it if my legs didn't give out on me. "You OK?" Asked the aforementioned fairy.

"Never been worse. Could you mayhaps sprinkle some fairy powder or whatever you, uh, little people have onto my leg? It's not agreeing with me."

"Sure, I have a few little jars of powder left somewhere…" She pulls a large jar out of a small beret. White sandy looking stuff. Fairy powder is real? What next, will I fall down a hole to the kingdom of Wonderland? Absolutely nuts. "This will fix your leg good as new. I just need to find some water to dilute it with."

"There's no water here. Just rub it on. The water in my body will dilute it." That's how it works, right? Humans are like 90% water and stuff. Maybe if I got a degree in biology instead of journalism I'd know.

"Uh. I don't think so. It's kinda dangerous, do you know what kinda stuff you're dealing with?"

Damn. Shot down just like when I asked the doctor for amphetamines. Of course, I could try a different way…

"…or it's completely inert, fairies aren't real, and you're a hallucination or a cloud of very well arranged nanoparticles."

"You're a big meanie, I can see why I threw the paintbrush at you."

"You could throw that jar at me as well. It would knock me out again and not do anything else. It's just a jar of sand."

"Just a jar of sand!? I worked hard getting this batch just perfect."

"Perfectly sandy?"

"You're a tough customer. Maybe I'll rub an itty bitty pinch on your legs and you'll see it's nothing to screw around with." And she did. Nice. And quick as a whip my legs are all better. A degree in journalism does have it's perks.

"You'll find at this concentration it has a few side effects." Shit. "Its a bit of an aphrodisiac. Sometimes you get bowel problems as well. but this is a good batch so you don't need to worry about that. I think. There's a few more…" God preserve me. A bit of an aphrodisiac? Fuck it, I'm out. Done. I leapt from the bed and did a schway as fuck trick somersault onto the floor next to the door. Hah, that fairy powder is doing weird things to my legs. My nethers are on fire. There's a red haze in the air. It feels like I can't see two feet in front of me. What the fuck is going on? I need… to find…

Breaking open the door and running as fast as I could out of the little chamber into the light, I took no notice of my surroundings. After a while, I saw a rock or something in a clearing. I did the natural thing and humped it madly for about 5 minutes before I blacked out.

will it take five days for the next part of this story to come out? prob not

>>166052 (OP)

I want to see an artfairy that gets her application to artschool denied because a danuki made a sketch of a masturabating matango got her place instead.

>>258372

fuckin' midterms

I'm back at home, in the middle of my bathroom, staring in the mirror. Was I dreaming the whole time?

"No." My reflection denied. "You're dreaming right now. You're having the most vivid dream of your whole life. Fairy dust has several interesting properties, not the least of which is inducing arousal to the point of unconsciousness."

"Does it also have the uncanny ability to cause magical dreams where you are lectured on what the dust does?"

"Depends." My doppelganger took the opportunity to step outside of the mirror and into the room, which was now flying at several thousand feet in the air above a sea of creamy hot chocolate, the sky a spinning haze of various perceptible and imperceptible colors. It was bright enough despite the lack of a sun. "Your Id. Pleased to meet you." He said, extending an open palm I took the opportunity to shake.

"You, and by extension me, cause we're both the same person, are well versed in the various arts. Auditory, visual and textual strokes of genius and creativity are at the fingertips of those with the talent and skill to bring them to life. You liked to draw and play instruments and write interesting stories about, say, bug-men on the moon fighting against a transdimensional machine monad. All your life you spent in your room, creating. Yet you stopped." Mr. Id cocked an eyebrow.

"That I have. The global state is utilitarian, and it has no room for people like me. I had no passion for tech and science and stuff. Just passing my days drawing, playing, and writing would have been fine by me. But we both know that no artist can survive without money, and these days art's pretty low on the populace's list of priorities. Why do you think I became a journalist?" As I explained this, the room began floating upwards at an exponential rate. By the time I finished, there were milky nebulae and cookie chunk asteroids out the window. Tasty enough, but I'm not going to subject myself to the horrors of milk-space just for a snack.

"The bardic tradition cannot continue on welfare scraps." He smiled. He had a smile very reminiscent of my own. It complimented his other facial features, which also looked just like my own. A handsome person, if I do say so myself.

A huge cookie tore through the ceiling of the room, depressurizing it. Now the air smelled vaguely like coffee. The jolt was not as hard as I thought it was going to be, and air wasn't that quick in rushing out. some of it even stayed behind in a welcome twist. Interesting little detail, even if it hardly matters

"It consumed your whole life. Madly flying from one place to another to mark up a story about some inane happening. You buried your creative energy. It festers within you, yearning for release. That is what makes the dust potent."

"Begging your pardon, but what does fairy dust have to do with creative energy?"

"You'll kindly remember the aesthetique of the little one who imparted the dust on you. She is not a fairy in the general sense. The dust tends to amplify latent creative energies of it's own volition. It speaks to certain parts of the mind. The guttural, the instinctual, the Id. It gives me form. It's what differentiates a Leanan Sidhe's from any run of the mill fairy dust."

"A 'Lennon See'?"

"Yeah, it's pronounced like that but not spelled like that."

"Spell what? I'm not spelling anything!"

Ignoring me, Id continued "You are now what some pre-information age circles would refer to as a 'bard', with the powers of such. You'll kindly notice that your artistic talents will improve much more rapidly with regular use. You'll also kindly notice that your artistic abilities will impart anomalous physical, mental, and emotional effects on various sentient beings in the area. You will come to rely heavily on this ability while you are in your 'paid vacation.'" Very suddenly, Id starts laughing uncontrollably and hideously, projecting me from the relatively serene surroundings of milk-space into a not so welcoming black void. Fucking dreams. There is definitely a lot of stuff he knows that I don't about this very unusual gig, which is very frustrating considering that we're supposed to be part of the same person. But maybe he likes seeing me suffer. What an animal. Fuckin' Id.

… what on earth is a bard?

Any ideas on what an an art fairy would think of people like Harley Earl, or others like him?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harley_Earl

>>265804

Ay good to see you back dood

Yes I know it's been 4 days but hey this is a good story and I really want it to continue

>>265804

>>266732

You warm my black, permafrozen heart. The delays are nasty but after this week I'll have much more free time to update

Another day, another bed. Another bed, another room. This room's nicely decorated, if a bit cold. Nice paintings on the walls, very homely. Very… drafty. Ah, yeah, I'm naked.

"WHY AM I NAKED"

A low, melodic voice called back through an open threshold: "A simple 'good morning' would have sufficed~!". A very familiar Leanon Sidhe flew through the door and caught a glimpse of me in my nubile state. Several actually, she didn't seem to mind that I was naked. There are absolutely none of the standard human customs and mores around monster-girls, it seems. Kinda jarring, but at this point I don't really care. The culture shock has long since passed.

"Sweet, you're awake."

"Where am I, why am I naked, and why do you keep showing up?"

"You're at a friend's house, your clothes are soiled, and I feel responsible for you. You're like a funny looking dog that talks back, a nice source of entertainment. I'd say when you did it with the rock, it was the funniest thing I've seen all year, no contest. Absolutely no inhibition, you were just getting all up in that rock's-"

"Righty-o', who's your friend."

"Gandharva who goes by 'Big Bird'. Yeah, not very original, but it beats having to pronounce her real name. Anyway, she's a really good musician. She can play a really mean guitar. I see her a lot out in the marketplace while I sell my paintings and take commissions from peeps. She took me 'under her wing' so to speak." No surprise. Different as the auditory and visual arts may be, they're all part of the same superstructure. A new dimension, revealing itself in my thoughts… Yeah, now that I see it for what it is it seems less just diversions and more part and parcel of … hm.

"Nice to see our honored guest awake and well. And nice to see you making friends, Titania." In the same low, melodic voice from earlier, probably Big Bird's. So that's her name. In comes a very large, voluptuous birdlike woman. Milk Cocoa skin, killer hips, vibrant orange wings, and legs that could snap a tree branch in half. These beings were designed for sating lust, after all. If I didn't ruin my pants from the rock, I would have a boner that could scrape the sky. She was barely wearing anything as well, so that didn't help things. Skimpy purple fabrics looped around, loosely fitted around her breasts and privates. A very eastern sort of style - I liked it.

"You must be Big Bird. We were just talking about you. So was it you who took off my clothes or was it, uh, Titania here?"

"'Twas a cooperative effort. You're a big guy."

"Maybe for you. And, uh, I don't know how it works around here, but we prefer not to go around, well, in the nude."

"Well, as you might have noticed I do not wear many clothes. It is more comfortable. Nice and cool, too, in the summertime heat. I can find a towel somewhere around here and make you a toga."

"That'd be great."

As she left, Titania whispered "Word of advice: don't breathe in too deep around her. She has a smell that does funny things to your nethers." Good to know. This is gonna be a long vacation…

>>269167

You fucking bane posting turbo nigger.

moar writefag it's good shit

>>269167

I'm not in my element. Life is hard enough without cavorting with magical sex demons while under the effects of artist drugs. The president is an incredible man who is single-handedly driving the human race to perfection, but does perfection really involve pulling these strange beings from their surreal plane of existence? As we trend towards the singularity. as the superstructure and base accelerate on their collision course, it feels like the universe itself is more open to transgressions against its own laws.

I hurriedly check my person for my screenie. It's thankfully on me. Wonderful devices, screenies. Little translucent films floating around you, managing your daily lives, acting as a rudimentary AI for when you're all alone, writing first person narratives about things you're doing, the people you meet, your thoughts…

But this one's heavily modified, of course, to aid me in my "vacation". No smartBody, no talking AI. All writing, all the time. People didn't think an AI could write at the level of a human, but each model of screenie proved them wrong incrementally harder. Hey, as long as I don't have to sit down and type everything, I could care less about any auxiliary functions …

.. but maybe I can add some flourish. Here and there, manually. The right word at the right place can make or break a story. Extrapolate to any form of art. The flow, the rhythm, something you can get lost in for all eternity…

"Hey, sleepyhead, we're going hunting! Tag along, it'll be fun! Ain't anything else to do." Titania robbed me of my drug-induced stupor. As with any drug, the craving gets a bit much sometimes - but never had I had such a craving for drawing, writing, singing, art-ing, evoking, or whatever falls under the umbrella of the superstructure. The natural erotic tendency didn't even seem to register. The power of creativity was overpowering those base desires.

"Hunting? I've never been. Read in illegal stories how people used to kill animals to get food, but where we come from, hunting was before all the nastiness with the Calamity and the GM City-States…"

"You can't just pop off all that jargon and not explain to me the background. How can you not go hunting? Where do you get your food?"

"Simple. We just inject some stuff into a thing full of inedible stuff, then wait until it becomes edible."

"You're definitely not a scientist."

"Neither are you. I really need to explain some of our historical societal stuff. Maybe you can get some perspective on why I find y'all so weird."

The unmistakable voice of Big Bird ended our conversation. "The wagon driver is getting impatient. I'll not pay a single centime more than the usual fare because of your tomfoolery."

So as not to appear as more of a liability than I already was, I quickly climbed on the wagon. "Shotgun", I yelled, quickly stealing the front seat for myself.

"What the heck is a 'shotgun'?"

"It's what you say when you want to take the frontmost passenger seat. Isn't that right, driver?" The driver, some sort of mantis-girl, looks at me with a stare that could represent five or six different emotions, none of them happiness…

"Don't mind Muiera, It's a cultural thing with mantises to not be very talkative. She's got the lowest fares in town, though, because she always knows the fastest ways to get places."

Helpful enough? I had lived a live so sheltered from the goings-on outside the city walls that I never knew how these open sorts of societies worked. I slunk back into my seat, crossed my arms, and closed my eyes as Muiera began moving the cart. I'll need to ruminate on everything much more.

>>166052 (OP)

>art fairy falls in love with a dude who paints wickedly good looking 40k minis

Any writefags up for the challenge?

>>271011

As we settle into our trip, Titania starts a three-way conversation between the Gandharva, herself, and me - mostly centering on me. "We never really got the chance to talk, besides the usual small stuff. I think I've seen him more when he was knocked out than when he's awake."

Big Bird turns to me. "I apologize for any perceived hastiness on my part. Normally I do not take guests hunting with me, but normally I do not receive guests around the beginning of wintertime. It is hunting season, after all, and preparation is key to surviving with a full stomach. Right now the whole village operates on one timetable, and I cannot forgo it on your part."

"I don't mind at all. It's good to be outside for so long, I don't often get the chance to. Plus now I can talk with y'all without extraneous happenings breaking up the mood." I reply.

"Well, tell us a little about yourself to start. We don't often get the chance to see humans."

"Just not that many of us, I guess." I remarked. "Well, I'm sure y'all know by now about the cataclysm, right?"

"Not really. I'm not good with history. Or current events, for that matter. I've lived in these woods all my life, and I've never heard of any cataclysm. Then again, I don't hang with humans all that much - notwithstanding when your robot king gave me and a bunch of others lots of gold to come along with him." Titania explained.

I assumed the universal posture of hard thinking, with an index finger raised to my lower lip and my eyes looking off in some random direction. What she said meant that either the monster-girl project started decades before its announcement in order to give the GloMol monstergirls time to grow in their isolated habitat, or some extranormal hyperphysical weird magic science fuckery was afoot. The idea of faked memories was ludicrous - making memories is possible and easy with the right tools, but the act of creating memories for the whole lifespan of one creature was tedious and painful. Care needs to be given to not introduce contradictions between memories, of course, as that could drive someone to insanity in the worst case scenario. The act of making memories for a whole population is borderline impossible. Memories shared between friends, family… stuff like that at an efficient level will not be seen until a good few decades from now.

My thoughts proceeded in another direction. If monstergirls really did exist in a day's travel radius outside our walls, being grown by GloMol, how come nothing of their existence was known until the announcement two days ago? Surely one of the nomads coming to smuggle some stuff into the city would have spread some rumor about strange magical beings living in the woods. I said it once and I'll say it again: this whole deal is very peculiar.

"…Well, uh, human, aren't you going to expand our knowledge regarding these apparently important historical events?" Big Bird interrupted my thinking. I was kinda hoping she'd do it, actually. I hate thinking too hard about things - especially things that didn't make any sense.

"Oh, right. So, the cataclysm. I was born towards the end of it, so memories are hazy, but the gist is that this killer flu from somewhere in Asia Minor wiped out 65% of the human population. The sickness was itself a real killer, but it spread quickly through the air and took a long time to really gestate fully. Now, with just that, you've already got probably around 35% dead, but the real nasty thing about the Turkish Flu is the way it kills people. You got your generic fever, your shakes, everything, but eventually a lot of dead virus starts piling in your gut. From what I know about chemistry, and it isn't much, the stomach acid breaks apart the virus particles. Somehow, some sulfur somewhere in the virus gets protonated, and it becomes hydrogen sulfide - death in gaseous form. So not only are people dying from the gas, but also killing people around them."

"There can't be a vaccine: the virus is ever shifting. More so than even the normal flu. At the end of their rope, the gov't forms a genetics branch of the CDC and gives it lots of funding. The top scientists in the country were focusing their efforts on figuring out how to defend us against this new, deadly virus. History class says the president was the one who figured out the cure, and they really loved him for it. Still do."

A long pause. Titania chimes in first. "Wow, that is a long stroke of bad luck. But I can see why the robot is your king if he saved your species."

"He's not a robot and he's not our king." I replied. "But I can't blame you for either of your assumptions…"

>>267826

Not bad at all my friend.

Maybe adding some more detail to the tail might improve it?

>>277421

I love them.

>>277431

What would leanan sidhes be most likely to draw if they visited /monster/?

>tfw thread is kill

Anyone know of any more greentexts?

>>278059

An anon drawing things with his artfairy waifu sitting on his shoulder watching him go. Probably a whole bunch of versions with different anons/artfairies

>>182654

It's also where the 'shee' comes from in banshee. The word is derived from Irish bean sí or ban síde, both pronounced exactly like 'ban shee' and literally translated as 'woman of the fairy mound'; síde means fairy. For the record, leanan is something of an endearing term, translating directly to 'lover', but in context is used something like we would use 'baby' or 'darling'.

>t. potatoniggerburger

>>292887

>leanan sidhe means "darling fairy"

I like this.

>>292887

>but in context is used something like we would use 'baby' or 'darling'.

I don't know about that. In the original myth she offers great artistic talents in exchange for love, so 'lover' seems accurate to me

>>293217

Baby, darling and lover, depending on context can all be used. In this use they're all synonymous with each other. And when you consider it is translated from another language into English darling is probably the accurate translation.