/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>>291705

I want to smooch a cheshire's abs.

>>291732

Lasinga.

>>291783

But it will, anon.

t. future President-Fuhrer

>>291783

FOREVER EVER, ANON

>>291783

That's a dead meme son

>>291977

>garfart

>not Charfield

>>291979

>not wanting to be suffocated by the smell of thos beans

>>291980

>not wanting to suffocate her with the beans between your legs instead

>>291900

the ghetto aussie accent really hits the nail on the head for how annoying they are

>>291987

You should either stop writing or learn how to properly write.

The first is far easier, but honestly either one of those works.

Semi-polite sage.

>>292031

Not to mention that's all going on while you're going down a waterslide filled with jello.

>>292043

Wonderland flavor.

>imagining chesire licking you with her tongue in 30 places simultaneously

>>292031

>laying in bed waxing the rod.

>almost finished

>abruptly the bed is on a stage.

>sounds of monster girls cheering and laughing come from the row of seats.

>cheshire roommate is front and center 100% satisfied.

>stop, quickly close porn, and cover

>get blue balled

Fucking faggot cats. She has yet to bring the bed back.

>>291943

what the heck is that first one's source?

>>292587

I assume it's an article from cracked.com, I wouldn't visit it now, as it's been current yeared

>cheshire imouto decides to prank you by taping a "marry me" sign to the back of your shirt before you go to school

What happens to you as a result?

>>293033

You get proactively dated by one of the teachers when they bring you back to their audience to discuss you getting bullied.

>>293060

*office

Don't know why I put audience. No bully pls.

>>292727

imagine a Cheshire magician magician pulling a hat out of your dick

>>293112

I was thinking of a Cheshire magician pulling her own ass out of her hat and realize that her upper body is suspended in midair.

>>293115

imagine a Cheshire magician pulling her ass out of your dick

>>293116

That sounds painful.

>>293116

Imagine a cheshire shoving her hand through your ona hole. during use and desperately waving it around trying to to grab you before finally sticking her head through and pretending to be a dullahan

>>293166

the cheshire is now officially a really extreme australian catgirl dullahan

>>293118

4u

>>293167

I think of them more as the monster girl version of the viet cong as I'd imagine trying to walk through wonderland is akin to patrolling in vietnam.

>>293415

>fall down rabbit hole

>"this is the end" starts playing

the doors are better than CCR

>come back with PTSD

>Post Teatime Sexual Disorder

>>293438

>Nature channel shows a Wonderland Cheshire documentary for the evening time slot

>It Ain't Me starts playing

Someone post the webm with the edited song. I don't have it.

>>293438

shit taste tbh famalam

>>291863

I'd give everything to have her pounce me.

>>293438

>anything

>better than CCR

what worldline shat you out tbh

>>293438

>>294097

>>294106

CCR and the doors aren't even comparable, they're too different.

Fuck, the doors isn't comparable to anything since they were so original and with CCR I can only come up with very few tunes from random bands that sound CCR-y.

Imagine a cheshire pulling her head out of her pussy and then giving you a blowjob whil your dick is in her cunt.

>>294123

The only novel thing about the Doors was that they had their keyboardist playing the bass line. Jim Morrison was really one of the dime a dozen late sixties singers and only got lionized after his death. Just like John Lennon

>>291699 (OP)

I'm from Cheshire, OP. And I'll be moving back home relatively soon. How should I deal with the locals? pls hlp, I like my sanity.

>>294932

Move to the Isle of Wight instead, better waifu.

>>294933

>Isle of Wight

That's not Lichfield.

>>294934

We can compromise here. Undead monstergirls are generally top tier with a few exceptions.

>>294955

>Cheshire super villain

>arch nemesis is the she-bat

Both monster girls fighting to protect or destroy the city

I may writefag this if I ever get time

>>294935

>>294934

>>294933

Question is, can they have babies?

>>295001

Banned.

>>294992

Funny, very funny.

>>295001

CEASE

Anyone got the screencap of that greentext where anon uses painkillers or whatever to ignore a cheshire?

>>312592

Ugh I really disliked the first one.

>>312596

It looks bad dude.

And was about when the cheshire threads were becoming really shit.

>>312598

Oh. Well, right, like I said, it was mostly cringe shit I was posting, which.

But looking around here I do see a few of the edits I did still getting posted, that's surreal.

I'm from the home of Cheshire cats. I'll be going back there in two months - pray for my sanity (and my pelvis).

>>312694

>Damn that's a good picture, well done if it's yours.

Wasn't mine, but yeah, it's a fun pic.

>>292031

I was thinking more dream-access and property-altering, myself. Even in sleep, you are not safe from her.

>>312583

HEY!

YOU'RE ALIVE! It's me, Lovecraft-anon, not that I got much written. You here to stay this time?

>>312892

>>312894

I always kicked around the idea of doing a conceptual continuation of that cheshire story though. The year after, the Cheshire and Hellhound (and payton) moved up a grade so it'd follow a another guy (maybe from a different walk of life, so I cannot stumble into writing a self insert) seeing how the social division between species has disappeared and how that effects the usual tropes of a high school. Example I thought of was like the social implications of the high school jock getting a Succubus or Oni as a girl friend and how the other humans would react to their friends relationship. How many people do you think would be down that in a format like before?

>>312895

Ehh, I'll admit the whole high school teen drama bit isn't really my bag.

I'm sure there's a few anons here who might like it.

>>312895

i think the school setting is a mite old-hat, maybe a more urban or rural setting would be interesting

>>312882

Well there you go.

I need to repost my rewrite in this thread, then find ways to expand on it.

>>312897

Hmm. I wouldnt mind trying something different entirely. I'll see what I can think of.

>>312993

maybe a small town in the midwest or washington state would be interesting

>>312995

Apply the same concept of looking at the integration of monsters on a domestic level, just in a small town where generally every body is important to a degree. That might work better and I could branch off ideas from there.

>>312997

>washington state

>skinwalkers attempt to join civilization

could be cute i guess

>>291699 (OP)

Anyone have any laska? She is my fetish

>>313066

Preferably less, preferably preferably the shit he tried to delete.

>>313070

It's going the right direction but I've seen it before

>>313072

Not really

That's not the fetish part, in fact it's not a sexual story at all

At one point there was at least a spin-off ending where incest happens but right now so far as I know it's just cute shit and triggering dipshits

>>313074

This has no relationship to the game.

Are you new here?

>>313076

You did it in a really awkward way

>>313046

You know, I read that in a sort of distaff Cheshire Cat voice from the Disney, except with a little more meow.

>>313068

>preferably preferably the shit he tried to delete.

Do you perhaps know why he deleted so much of his old stuff? I've been wondering about that.

>>313046

Found it, I think.

Cheshires aren't the stablest of the Wonderlanders by any means (though most inhabitants of that strange pseudo-realm will scoff at the notion of sanity being a thing of value), but they are held as the most skilled actors and writers from whence they came (there is a quiet rivalry between them and shapeshifting Mamano over their mutual capacity to fool and bedevil). While each Cheshire prefers to keep a wide territory away from her kind, as a general rule this species of Mamono values wit, improvisation, and adaptation highly. When individuals of their kind meet, Cheshires will seek to outdo each other in technically polite volley of veiled insults, backhanded compliments, optical illusions, and minor space-shifting pranks. It is said that the land afterwards will smell strongly of lavender and afternoon tea.

Despite their carnivorous nature, Cheshire Cats typically abhor direct violence in favor of trapping or tricking their prey into their demise. Anything more direct is "so very verily uncivilized." This extends to their dealings with humans and other Mamono: whenever possible, the Cheshire will evade, trip up, discombobulate, disorientate, and distract any possible threat until they have given up hostilities. For this reason, some of their kind moonlight as security planners and designers (though they have to be kept on a short leash, as a bored Cheshire may go beyond the bounds of a functioning plan).

Cheshire Cats are infamous for their teasing, playful, and often demented antics directed at humans who have taken their fancy. While this is best known by their lovers and spouses, the behavior extends to platonic friends and in-laws (as with all Wonderlanders, Cheshires put a peculiar value on the trappings of "civilization," though what civilization that is has been up for vigorous debate). Using all of her powers of wit, illusion, and space-warping, she will trip up, prank, troll, and otherwise drive her target to utter distraction. The more extreme of these methods only have full effectiveness inside man-made structures, of which inversion of gravity and complication of interior layout are typical favorites in the feline arsenal. The victim will usually be rewarded with poetry and limericks of the Cat's own invention, coupled with a cup of supernaturally strong tea (which she will insist she 'borrowed' from the March Hare; the number of cups delivered with this excuse since the Cheshires' discovery has made its validity rather dubious), before resuming her silliness. This treatment intensifies if the target attempts to ignore the Cheshire, though the Cats have been known to lessen their efforts if the target is incapable of showing notice (comatose, in a medical state of shock, dead, et cetera).

To those the Cat intends to court, however, the term "fuzzy chatty gadfly" has been applied.

It is here that this document concerns itself with the Cheshire Cat's grin. A Cat wears a near-perpetual smile on her face, as she and her kind find any sort of outsider amusing (and enjoy the reaction such a smile provokes). A Cat's smile widens or narrows depending on her mood, with many subtle gradations few outside their kind can understand. It is also usually the first and last part any living thing sees of the Cheshire. As such, each Cat takes good care of her teeth (it would be "very verily uncivilized" not to). But for a potential mate, the Cat polishes her smile to a gleaming mirror sheen.

Said gleaming teeth shall literally be the first thing the target will see of her, typically no more than a meter in front of them. If the target does not flee in that instant, the Cheshire will manifest the rest of her head and introduce herself. Never in that initial conversation will she make clear her real intentions, just intimating that she would like a friend to "practice with" and "come by for tea." If the object of her desire accepts this offer (with a murky definition of "acceptance"), then for an indefinite period of time, the Cheshire will focus all her efforts on the target. During this time, she will endeavor to stay within at least one hundred feet of her target, spending much of her free time on devising pranks and ways to catch her desired one off-guard.

Thanks to the bizarre nature of the Wonderlanders, and in particular the Cheshire, sleep is by no means an escape from the series of steadily raunchier pranks. Cats may remotely monitor their chosen mate remotely while asleep. In fact, the Cheshire will begin appearing in the target's dreams once their sleep cycles are synchronized, inviting them to do whatever they wish with her. As is the nature of dreams, everything from romps across cities made of song, to vicious verbal sparring through fields of crystal, to wild spontaneous airborne orgies among thick clouds of lavendar perfume may happen and not be questioned.

>>313356

Accounts of Wonderland are often held as fantastical even by the "real" world's standards, and often contradict between recounters. However, since the Cheshire Cats are the most cooperative sources on this pseudorealm (the others either too insane by reasonable standards, answering vaguely, or in the Jabberwock's case, redirecting all conversation to focus on itself and its domains), their word is seen as the most reliable. As is their nature, they can be anywhere from coy, to shockingly frank, to completely esoteric and metaphorical on the subject, shifting as it fits their whims (and the grammar of the questioner; one has to be careful about how they phrase their query, lest the Cheshire take delight in bogging them down in feigned ignorance and inanity).

According to the Cats, their role in Wonderland for centuries has been to guide outsiders and saner residents through the pseudorealm safely. This role is explicitly apolitical and neutral by "ancient and most civilized writ," and so they "help" every traveller they meet, be they cooperative or not. Many of those still dwelling in Wonderland do owe an allegiance to an entity known as the Duchess of Spice (part of the writ, apparently), but in general they are left alone (a visit once per year is required, though). As for the "help," they keep travellers safe from the pseudorealm's dangers, but seem quite happy to send their followers through all sorts of (debatably) more harmless local phenomena (going by the complaints of those who have returned). They consider it a "good education" for visitor to see Wonderland, whether they wish to or not, and will make headspinning smalltalk to their captive audience at random intervals.

Well, it should be quite telling, my dear sirs, that felis invisibilis fassiculis consider seriously injuring partners deliberately or by complete accident a dire taboo (in fact, that's one of the very few things that can make a Cheshire grimace). So, as is natural, the good Cat makes sure to practice on other things with fluid or electrical flow until no splash or discharge happens and all is functional as normal.

Such careful semi-puppeteering is for startling, and then for pleasurable experimentation in private.

As for where they live, well sir, it depends. Some choose to live fully in the "real" world with all its messes and glories. Most, however, choose a location to receive their mail, and then establish a fold in the worsted of reality, linked with the pseudorealm of Wonderland. It acts as both antechamber and bedroom, locked for that particular Cat's personal use and hidden from prying eyes, of course. Only those she lets in (or those with FAR more power and clevernss than she in Wonderland) may enter.

>>313356

>>313357

I remember when first reading this it immediately changed my perception of Cheshire cats from being dizzy children into being clever, smug waifus. I'm just worried I'm not witty enough to keep up with them.

>your cheshire cat wife softly bullies you, and then waits for you to give a comeback before saying, "No, no, you should have said this…"

>Cats may remotely monitor their chosen mate remotely while asleep

>>313365

>Dammit, knew I was forgetting something.

I worry about not being witty enough to write them. Still, I can continue to develop them sure enough. In one Wonderland thread or another, I started developing the pseudorealm itself, but got cut off.

https://web.archive.org/web/20150719040048/http://8ch.net/monster/res/54832.html#56967

https://web.archive.org/web/20151002110852/http://8ch.net/monster/res/64743.html Found the 2015 Cheshire Threads!

Oh yeah, and I should probably get on the development I had planned: Madness. This is something which happens to every single Wonderlander monster girl, and is linked to that mamono's racial personality. They are affected by it every waking hour of their lives, experiencing lucidity in short bursts. It is not curable, but it can be mitigated through care and interaction. Each kind of Wonderlander has their own unique form of Madness. Cheshire Cats, for example, see all of reality as something to be laughed at. With everything, their minds twist and turn to find the comical absurdity. This makes them brilliant at lateral thinking, but as a result they can have great difficulty approaching what they want "normally." A saner Cheshire will be called boring by her peers.

The Madness typically has a periodic sub condition called Quickening, wherein the mental condition intensifies (or inverts) and the Mamono's body undergoes a physical transformation. The Quickening usually corresponds with celestial phenomena (not necessarily the full Moon, more the placement/alignment of planets and stars). It happens at least once a year, even as often as once a month, and lasts up to twenty four hours. With Cheshires, this condition starts with unusually grim and bleak observations where the "punchline" is increasingly harder to find. The condition worsens as the Cheshire brings up more and more nonsensical observations, then sentences, then phrases, then words, unable to stop grinning and chuckling at them the whole time. Her physical transformation is no less alarming, as her normally clean and smooth coat becomes coarse and matted, her claws knifelike and yellowed, and her mouth inhumanly wide, filled with jagged teeth. There is no mischievous sparkle in a Quickened Cheshire's eyes, only confusion, frustration, sadness, resignation, or (in the case of a Cat experiencing it for the first time) outright fear. Silencing the Cat through a gag or muzzle only stops one of the symptoms, and does nothing for her peace of mind. To grant her that, it's best to keep talking back to her, steering the Cat along with word association games and charades. It's vital that you do this to stop her from panicking or despairing and using her powers in uncontrolled flailing. Thus focused (and you have to keep trying until she can), one word at a time you've given the Cheshire back some control of herself. Once the time has passed, the Cheshire Cat gradually reverts to normal. It goes without saying that couple which make it through their first Quickening without breakup tend to be much stronger for it.

Did I go too far, or does this give even more proper nuance?

>>313399

Also, might I suggest Polymorphia as the sound of insanity.

I think I know how to beat a cheshire trying to mess with you.

Hint: Beep boop, I am sad.

Seriously, being a robot would get an annoying faggot cat off you back in no time.

>>313414

>implying she wouldn't just try all the harder to force you to laugh

>>313415

This, faggot cats are very noncasual and enjoy a challenge.

>>313411

I had a feeling you'd say that. Mind you, that was sort of the point: Sure, someone you love on the border of genius and madness can make for some uniquely fun times, but it can get really bad when they trip far onto the other side of that border. You take on a Wonderland Waifu with the expectation that the good balances out or exceeds the bad, so my reasoning goes.

> I was thinking about a version of Wonderland where their insanity takes on a darker hue

Okay, this I can get-

>but more in a way like the movie Westworld.

Wait, what? Please explain.

>>313418

>mewithmyex.png

Though sometimes it's flipped.

>>313412

This one does the job nicely, I gotta say.

>>313420

Yeah yeah, that was a fuck up on both our ends, I know. Is why I put it in spoilers.

>>313419

Just the idea of them being rainmen-style geniuses doesn't quite go with what I had in mind. I don't see them as insanity, more like whimsy embodied in a cute and fluffy form.

Westworld is a theme park set in 1983 where you get to choose between three worlds, RomanWorld, MedievalWorld, and WestWorld, each of them inhabited by cyborgs who you can fight/have sex with. Sometime near the end of the film the cyborgs begin malfunctioning and start to actually kill the guests instead of letting the guests win. Yul Brynner plays, "The Gunslinger" and hunts down Richard Benjamin. Even following him through RomanWorld and MedievalWorld.

>tfw my borderline, manipulative ex is in the low down state of florida

GOOD LUCK IRMA-CHAN!

>>313420

He was probably looking for a mamono in a human like everyone else here. But it never works. They're just borderline cunts who destroy lives and are the types who would say you hit them/raped them. (Fortunately didn't happen in my case.)

>>313423

>rainman-style genius

Sorry, not what I meant, that soundtrack just came to me then. They're quite clever and witty, but that's the extent of it.

>Westworld

Yes, I knew about that, but what do you mean using that as an example of them going off?

>never works

Nah, we were just young and dumb when it happened. No bad blood either way.

>>313426

>Sorry, not what I meant

Right, right, fair enough. But the idea of them being insane by the human definition just sort of kills it for me. Especially the thought of them having mental breakdowns.

Maybe on full moon nights her becoming much larger/fluffier and more aggressive, but not completely devolving into miserable and lingering agony.

The Westworld analogy mainly sprang from Wonderland making me think of the song "The Merry Go Round Broke Down" and imagining if Wonderland denizens became increasingly more demanding for sex/company. I'll admit I didn't really think much else about it. Not so far as to give it a plot.

>>313428

Ahhh, it feels good to be back on my proper comp.

Hm. Seems we're approaching this from opposite ends. How about a compromise? On Quickening days/nights a Cheshire can get more incoherent and maybe a little less funny, but more in the sense of being lost in thought/her own little world and much less miserably out of control. Word games can help keep her focused…and also ratchet up her libido as she focuses on you. Quickening, it should be said, disperses some of her "civilized" scruples in what follows. Good enough sex or other diverting activity clears her head nicely Impregnation also being more likely. The more monstrous Quickening appearance I'm keeping as is, though. Apart from a little self-consciousness and self-deprecation ("Dearie me, I look like I could take your hand off in one bite, don't I?"), she's fine about that.

The other thing that can get her razor-focused is if another female tries to take her mate from her in that state. Cheshires will not tolerate this in the least, and while it would be "very verily uncivilized" to attack their rival with their bare claws, she will cheerfully inform them that she is not feeling very civilized at the moment. Rumors abound of starved mamono staggering into town days after a Quickening event muttering about mazes and mocking laughter. Bottom line, don't challenge a Cheshire Cat to become a Saber-toothed Tiger.

Better?

I have more fantastic Madnesses in mind for Jabberwocks and Alices, though I've only really developed the first of those.

>>313466

Holy fuck that's cringey as fuck. Why do people do this?

>>313455

I hate to keep shitting on your idea, but I really just don't like the idea of a nightmare mode Cheshire.

I can imagine some bizarre star alignment causing a startling metamorphosis and she becomes as you described her. Her pinning you to the bed/ground and mounting you, staring down into you with her yellow eyes, now glowing like a cat's when you shine a flashlight on them. Your stomach has that sinking feeling and you shut your eyes to keep from screaming, and very soon you soon feel her shiver from climaxing and she lowers her warm body down onto your chest. By the time you open your eyes to peek out at her, she's already back to normal, napping on top of you with a content little smile.

Now imagine every mamono did that. And the evening of it, you can feel the energy ripping through the air like gusts of wind. It's like standing in a field during a lightning strike. Night is like a black curtain descending on the earth, all of the lamps in the houses of the village seem to die at the same time, and every husband in whatever room he finds himself in immediately slinks back into a corner, or behind a curtain, and is just sure he feels something's watching him.

When the light finally breaks through the curtains and rosy-fingered dawn brings a protective illumination to the village men, they all go to the tavern, or to tea time in their special little meeting places where the mamono seem a little mutually embarrassed by what happened. Maybe a few are a little amused, smugly staring at their husbands, who are all trying to avoid looking at each other, mostly at the ground.

So I can definitely appreciate the idea, just something about it doesn't sit right with me. It takes something away from the magic of mamono.

>>313509

>magic of mamono

As I see it, nightmare Cheshire takes the /monster/ ideal to the hilt: Taking something blood-freezingly scary and making a night of passion of it (or at the very least endearing). The way you described the event going sounds quite good even to you. So what's the problem with it?

>>313615

Yeah I did get a bit into it.

I don't know, maybe it adds a seriousness to it? I think the only time there should be seriousness is if you knock into an Oni and make her spill her drink. Even then I think something amusing should come of it. Maybe your Cheshire would do something whacky back to her. (I tried to think of something amusing but I couldn't.)

>>313713

its a catgirl not some eldrict spawn. Remember this, at least get the characterization right.

>>313741

That was never disputed. However, Wonderlanders are all creatures of dreams and consciousness, as is their home. And dreams, as well we know, can shift to nonsense and nightmare with ease.

>>313713

>seriousness

Well, the point of these rewrites is to make the monsters closer to fantasy races in their own right, albeit with some emphasis on their sexual habits (and also the fact that they're all-female races). I'm the sort of fellow who likes his tea bitter and savory, so to speak, even if I like some sweetness. Though really, Quickening!Cheshire is the same mischievous cat you know and love… just a little weirder, less "civilized," and more thrilling to look at. What can I say, bedding a gal with a mouthful of sharp teeth grabs me.

You haven't seen my take on Jabberwocks, have you? Their Madness is Hubris, borne from their powerful and nearly invincible bodies, and the propensity for cruelty that comes of that. "Wild" ones can be said to behave like vicious hentai supervillains like Smaug, but with rape as well as devastation, while "domestic" ones born into human locales tend to be haughty ojous if they aren't raised right, they can turn into the former type. Courting one is similar to what a Lizard does plus something of Pygmalion, but they take it further. Would you like me to show you what I've got so far? I fell into a bit of a slump late last year, so it's not quite finished.

What I have in mind for the Alices is the Madness of Childishness. This is to say, no matter how long they live or how they look, they never grow out of that youthful and ever-curious mindset. Their Quickening inverts that somewhat.

>>313792

Plz make more Jabberwocky stuff, I need it for reasons.

>>313793

First I'll need to salvage it, then I can make more of it. Starting…

"Worthless lavender trrramp, you thought you could guide your host past ME? And YOU, huuuuHAHAHAHAHaaaarrrgh, you came here for What? Mysteries, carnal frivolities, maybe a moment's company to fill your pointless life? Hahahaaargh, but perhaps your life DOES have a point now: to serve MY pleasure, and MY appetite! You should feel HONORRRED, chhhild of Man! You will die in the ecstasy and terror only a Jabberwock can bring!"

Of all the creatures found in Wonderland, few are more feared and hated than the Jabberwock. A subspecies of Dragon altered by the pseudorealm's weirdling magic, Jabberwocks differ in both physiology and psychology: they are all vainglorious, haughty, vicious, cruel, and full of craft. Where dragons are proud creatures, Jabberwocks take their egomania to excessive extremes, all existing for either their conquest or their gratification (the only exception being the Queen of Hearts, one of only two things they fear). Their madness is not without cause, for they are the strongest entities in Wonderland.

Theirs are the claws that catch, and the multiple jaws that can either pleasure or rend apart.

The Jabberwock's physical strength and durability are both exponentially greater than that of a typical dragon. They are also swifter, and their reflexes are constantly honed to near-perfection.

More visible, however, are the two additional limbs emanating from out of the Jabberwock's lower back (giving them a grand total of nine appendages, not counting the head). These are a pair of sinuous necks ending in rounded reptilian jaws, disturbingly humanlike teeth glistening within, the Jabberwock's secondary mouths. From these maws comes one of the dragon's most potent weapons, a pinkish haze reeking of blood and roses (whether white or red, the Queen could not be reached for comment). This pink haze drives any man who strays in it into a passionate fury, forcing him to engage the Jabberwock in her chosen forms of combat. Thus, whether he was fearful of the dragon, or ready and aroused, he will be unable to retreat once exposed.

The main mouth of the Jabberwock is filled with knife-like rending teeth, often used in the coup de grace, or if the dragon is in a particularly sadistic mood.

A Jabberwock relishes a fight. It enjoys dominating the engagement from start to finish, showing off by grabbing polearm blades with their bare claws, snapping plate mail with well-placed bites, and powering through offensive magic like it was merely a strong wind. More than a fight, however, a Jabberwock enjoys the spoils of victory. Anything of value on the victims' persons will be removed and placed on display in the dragon's manor-cave. It is here also that the Jabberwock will have her way with any surviving captives. Man, woman, human or Mamono, the Jabberwock will violate them, forcing them to sing her praises on pain of immediate execution. Should their voices give out, the Jabberwock will gleefully take their head off, before consuming their body at their leisure. If there are multiple captives, there is a strong chance that the Jabberwock will allow one to live, and even escape, on the condition that they spread the tale of her fearsome might, and how any other woman is ruined for them.

Should another dragon, whatever the type, enter the Jabberwock's territory, she will do everything in her power to humiliate and break the wyrm, taking special delight in the act if they have a close mate.

It is said that a being of such cruelty cannot have a heart. By magical edict of the Queen, this is true… up to a point. There is only one way to give a Jabberwock a heart, and it is a way those dragons will fight tooth-and-claw to prevent.

>>313802

I couldn't get through the first part without getting up and dicking around with other things. The idea of some overgrown mollusk ripping away the waifu you pined over for so long makes my blood boil. Probably just autism or something.

How do you stop this creature? Suppose you went back like Ash from Evil Dead. What would a rubber bullet do here?

>>313810

>overgrown mollusk

I laugh even as I wat.

>blood boiling

Gooood. Anger at what a Jabberwock does is natural and should make what comes next easier to take. But now, the answer to your question. Read on:

>>313802

Polearms do not faze a Jabberwock. Arrows make a Jabberwock laugh. Spears draw scorn from the Jabberwock. And handgonnes, well, a bit of pain, but really it will only make the dragon mad. But the sword is another thing entirely. The moment a Jabberwock spots a swordwielder, she regards his weapon with utmost scrutiny. That kind of blade is the only weapon a Jabberwock fears, but contrary to what certain scholars would tell you, it must be steel, and above all it cannot have so much as a scratch on the cutting edge or point. Such a sharpened, perfect sword deserves the title Vorpal, and is recognized as such by the ancient magic of Wonderland.

Should she spot the weapon, the Jabberwock will move with all of her strength and speed to eliminate the wielder first. She will not bother to capture them. Instead she will render them into so much mincemeat and devour them (snapping the sword into multiple pieces for insurance). This is therefore a guaranteed duel for the Vorpal wielder's life, and the ultimate test of their skill. Merely possessing such a flawless blade will not save them. From that point on, the wielder must either slash or stab into the flesh of the dragon's chest with killing force. They will know they have struck true when the "snicker-SNAK" of an immense metal lock shakes the wielder's bones, and the agonized shriek of the Jabberwock fills their ears.

Boiling, steaming blood will spray directly from the dragon's heart onto the wielder, scalding indelible marks on their skin (and, unbeknownst to them, their soul). The Jabberwock bleeds for the first time in her life, a disturbing moment for a creature of her power. In her shock, the dragon sinks to her knees. In her agony, she bows her head. Both of these involuntary actions are coded by the Queen's magic, so that they automatically face the Vorpal wielder. The Jabberwock becomes aware of this detail only after it is already too late to change direction.

Naturally, the Jabberwock's first impulse will be to fly into a destructive rage. Except that such an impulse wars with a variety of new feelings: wonder. The Vorpal wielder is the first being to ever draw blood from the Jabberwock in combat. The first glimmers of respect join the fight. A hint of fear wells up; the Jabberwock realizes that she is mortal. Questions, so many questions arise, particularly with regard to the alien warmth that comes with looking on her opponent.

Physically, the Jabberwock is the same, a towering, extra-limbed, beautiful monstrosity of scales and horns. In terms of who she is, the dragon has just begun to grow. The last part of this peculiar rite (for that is what it is) consists of the Jabberwock looking her Vorpal wielder in the eye and calmly asking them to finish her, if they so desire. True, this choice has ended a Jabberwock half the time… the other half, however, has the wielder spare her, as much out of confusion as compassion. From that point onwards, the wielder of the Vorpal sword and the Jabberwock will begin a bizarre and dangerous courtship, one which makes the attentions of a Cheshire Cat seem positively tame at times.

>>313821

Will post more in the coming day, comp needs rest (and so will I).

>>313821

oh, its that autist again

>>313856

She probably could, at least in an enclosed area. Out in the open is more risky.

>that autist

Putting aside the fact that we are all autists here, he had the chance to gripe at me last year. Evidently he failed to take it. Now then…

Picture if you will a certain handsome, cruel, egomaniacal young noble from a far-off land.

This is the rough starting point from where the Vorpal wielder's Jabberwock companion shall begin. Empathy and compassion are alien concepts, ones which will repel her as seeming unreasonably weak. The Jabberwock respects the wielder for their strength and skill in besting her, and is keenly interested in finding out more about that man and why he spared her. She will also not allow any other force to take his life. This by no means suddenly changes her into the perfect loving mate. In fact, the wielder may find himself regretting having stayed his hand.

The Jabberwock will enquire and investigate every detail of her new companion, using everything from casual prodding to cajoling/interrogating friends and family (either through disguise or through bullied intermediaries, either way, the Jabberwock can quickly become a creature of craft and superficial charm). Usually such questioning comes over tea, or weekly requests for sparring. Once she has uncovered enough information, the dragon will commence the next stage of her courtship: harrowing. The Jabberwock begins to play on the wielder's insecurities and flaws, often after seemingly innocent calls to sparring matches. As her remarks become more vicious and cutting, so too do her strikes become more aggressive, less and less restrained. Her aim is to see whether the wielder gives into despair (which will draw mocking laughter and potentially an injuring blow), or instead flies into a rage (which will excite her). Either outcome will typically result in the match ending with the pair on the ground, nose-to-nose and in each other's arms (though with the positioning determined by the outcome).

Almost never will the Jabberwock predict the wielder coming to peace with their inner demons. In the event that this happens, the dragon will be so baffled and surprised that she will often outright lose the sparring match. Immediately after that, the invariable huffy response is "I, [insert Jabberwock's name], 'let' you do that. Don't get ideas, worm, they do not suit you."

This is typically the point at which the harrowing stage ends. The Jabberwock has to settle down for few days and think over what this means. During this time, she will be somewhat absentmindedly affectionate, though pointing this out to the dragon is typically not a wise idea. The next stage is less emotionally traumatic, but physically is another matter: pecking order.

>>313906

Hooold it there dude, it got better last time.

>>313908

H'what, which part?

>>313904

Now is when a Jabberwock takes on a new question, which the Vorpal wielder must answer if they are to live: Who's really in charge here?

This question is provoked by how many instances in a relatively short amount of time the wielder has made her question herself. Now that the shock and musing have worn away, the Jabberwock feels another new emotion: Anger. And it is wrath laced with excitement.

The first act of the phase is an intense scrutiny on the dragon's part, studying every square inch of the Vorpal wielder's body (with a…mostly clinical detachment). At sunrise, the wielder will find his Vorpal blade impaled at the peak of the nearest mountain (or tall tree, if no mountains are about). It is clearly visible, but will require much toil to reach.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfKgol6t58Q Music

Before he can possibly go after it, however, the Jabberwock swoops down, rose-tinted mist surrounding her like an aura before spreading out. It is here that she announces her intent, to test the man behind the sword. All sparring will now be done hand-to-claw, all day, every day, until either the wielder breaks down, he wins, or both combatants collapse. Should the first of these events happen, the Jabberwock states that she is as liable to devour him as make him a slave.

The dragon allows for a period of time to properly wake up, and then the duel begins. Before besting her, the wielder will have already been strong. Practicing with the blade against her will have made him faster and more focused. His mind is resilient, having triumphed against her own cruel wit and insight. He will need all of that accumulated strength and skill to survive, and more: the Jabberwock's bloody mark on his soul allows him a limited degree of mirroring precognition, along with a resistance to the fogging effects of her mist (or any other creature with similar abilities).

And none of these things guarantee a victory. But they do make it possible. This is the Jabberwock's last chance to turn away from what they are becoming. It is also the final turn of the key, if she is to have a heart.

>>313906

We are the masters of autistic Teratophilia, they are children playing with the idea.

And good, because what happens next will involve Jabberwock pain.

>Quickening

Physically, she comes to resemble classic pictures of the Jabberwocky, complete with membranous "goggles" over her eyes and elongated limbs (including the neck). Mentally, one of two things can happen: a profound state of perceived solipsism (to point she doubts even her Vorpal Wielder's existence and has to be forcibly "reassured"), or a reversion to villainous type a la Majin Vegeta. The second is mercifully rarer, but also leads to much nostalgia in the aftermath.

>>313916

I kind of like this idea of a jabberwocky.kiki still best girl though

>>313916

Blows fly, fast and hard. The Jabberwock has nine limbs at her disposal, and will use every one of them to fight; claws slashing, jaws snapping, tail slicing, and wings battering. Where she strikes, flesh bruises or tears. Haze chokes or blinds, and hot purple flames roar from her mouth.

The dragon only allows rest for meals and sleep, and will only allow rudimentary medical care for wounds that will kill the wielder quickly if not tended to, willpower or no willpower (open arteries, for instance). Yes, they tend to look unduly alarmed should this happen---for a half-second, then it's back to a fanged snarl. During this clash of wills, the wielder's healing may be bolstered. Their powers of recovery are not, however, which necessitates the rest. The Jabberwock increasingly needs it too as the days go on, as the link between the two solidifies

The longer the duels go, the more talkative the Jabberwock gets. The following is recorded from the tale of one pairing, and may not represent all of them.

>"Grrrrgh, you really thought you were special, softling wretch? PFAH! The only thing you knew how to do was wield a sword when first you met me! You were useless otherwise!"

>"Looook at what you are trying to accomplish, you puling fool. You could barely survive me with your sword, how do you dare hope to win without it? Futile, futile, FUTIIIIIILE! RAAAAAAAAAGH!"

>"YOU…! That was…rrrrr… the second time I've had to help you staunch that artery! Do you understand how… feeble your soft flesh is yet?! What… hope can you have of victory? You will die with your delusion!"

>"Grrraahhhk… A man…-hah- a boy, contesting a dragon…It is as…laughable an idea as a monkey… against a lion. You're bleeding from every limb. Your carotid artery…I've nicked it. I know I cracked your…collar bone in the same pass….I can see the agony in your face and bearing, you miserable fool. Giveupalready. Spare yourself this indignity."

>>313916

>>313928

What about chloroform or high voltage?

>>313928

>"FOR…-khh!- FOR THE QUEEN'S SAKE-kaff'-urrraggh- WHY?! Why are you doing this to yourself?! IT IS MADNESS…BEYOND-ah- ANYTHING ELSE IN WONDERLAND! -Hnnnnnghh- …What? NO! Worry about your own wounds you suicidal fool! WhatamIsayingwhyaren'tyoutakingadvantageofthem?!"

>"…I….I hate you, huuhhhhgh, so very much-wheeeeze-Why can't you just…hmnnhh…lie down and die? Why…do you have to… torture me like this? I shouldn't even c-care, much less mind the sight offf-fudgeagh- ofyourbrokenbody. GrrrrrrRRAA-YOU'VEINFECTEDMEYOUSOFTLITTLEBASTARD-KAaugh! I'll kill you-huuuhh-I'llkillyou,I'llkillyou,I'llkillyouI'lldoitquickasIcanIpromise…"

>"…If you'll STOP it and LET ME! HheeeeghIDON'TCAREABOUTTHEPECKINGORDERANYMORE! Heeeehhuuuuheeeehhfuuuuuuhisssssssss… Please. Your right-hsssss- right lung is punctured, every bone in your buh-Koff-body is riddledwithfractures, you've lost a pint of blood today… Let me put you out of our misery. That'ssssss the most you're going to get-thhee-get out of me. I'm not going to beg you. The salt water…running from my eyes issss painful…enough. I…Will…"

>"…wha-what? you…you…you belong here…you're mad enough to…IhateyousobadlyIcouldexplodeyouingrate-Ah…!…that's a bruise… on my skin…? That'ssssuuuuhhh…your last punch. Heheheheh… you couldn't…-gllp-cuddent bead me in de end…-snffft-I'll make it quick…my dear, stupid…swordsman…I'll remember….hrrrrrrr…rr…ah….?"

>At this point, both combatants collapsed from a combination of exhaustion and their wounds.

>>313951

Eh? As methods of rendering unconsciousness? Chloroform would probably make her drowsy, but she'd have to already be tired for it to knock her out. High voltage might not kill her, but it will make her wings crispily useless.

>>313963

Ha. Never seen that movie, but you might be getting somewhere.

Was that enough suffering for you at the moment?

>>313916

>Who's really in charge here?

BANE?

>>313420

>having so little life experience

How long would a cheshire keep going if she deals with a guy who obstinately refuses to have fun or acknowledge her pranks?

>>313988

How would she feel if the reason he ignores her and oughtright denies her presence is because he has mild schizophrenia and is desperately trying to assure himself that the floating smile and phantom voices aren't real?

I'm making a story about this.

>>313993

Do it.

Once I get home, I might post something involving the Queen of Hearts. Yes, it's part of the Jabberwock thread, but we're out of suffering territory now.

>>314009

And here I thought you were keen on avoiding mental illness.

>A cheshire will never call you her favorite meme

>>314024

Where are the waifus then?

>>314035

>>314033

Haven't the wizards from the eclipse given an update?

I suppose we have until the 23rd

>>314037

September is starting out just as bumpy as was foretold. However, wasn't something big supposed to happen today? I know Florida is getting fugged, but a few states up we're still pretty coe-zee.

>>314023

>Halloween in Wonderland

>All Hallows' Eve in the realm of dreams, mentality, and zeitgeist

Ohhhhh boy. That's just asking for centuries if not millennia of imagery and monsters associated with that singular day to come crawling out of the wormwood.

>>313952

In the depth of sleep, the couple will have strange and often very specific dreams (some details will vary, of course, but there are some constants). They will first be conscious of their seats, a pair of plush and comfortable armchairs. To their location, a seemingly endless marble hall bedecked in blood red, chalk white, and jet black. Before them is a throne, or rather the knowledge of said throne being there; they can't look up, not even with their eyes. Clocks tick, hearts beat.

The Vorpal Wielder finds his sword back in his hand, but now its edge is serrated like a key on both sides. He will also notice that his hands are encased in very familiar dark scales… and his body in a smart but strange sort of suit think Victorian gentry, coat-with-tails and top hat included. The Jabberwock, meanwhile, first notices a monstrous black padlock over her heart, seemingly attached to her. It smokes gently, and is open. Next… that her hands have the smooth skin of her body, and her teeth fit strangely. Finally, she notices the modest (and layered) white dress and veil covering her from head to sharpened toe.

From the throne-that-must-be-there comes a woman's laugh (ranging from a low and sensuous titter to a high and childish giggle and everything in-between), and then words. The voice typically remarks on how the pair have been expected, gives congratulations on their choice, and then offers to officiate their union. After all, at this point they might as well be married.

It is only at this juncture that the pair are allowed speech. Reactions are typically a combination of loud, confused, outraged, and bewildered.

>>314041

>>314042

>this defeatism

Have you so easily lost your faith in Ammit and Reitia? Our waifus will not be made from metal and machineunless they're an android or automaton they will be living breathing flesh and blood and we shall take joy in spending time with them and they us. Do not forsake hope men! Regardless of how slim the chance may be or how depressing this world may become, so long as we keep the love of our waifus in our hearts nothing shall be beyond our reach!

>>314049

I've nothing against robots. But I want to share my life with my waifu, not leave her alone after I pass because she will not die like I will.

>>314055

>Not programming her to self-destruct upon your death so that you two can be together in the fields of rye

Bump because 8chan fucked up again

>>314041

you forgot inter dimensional crusading.

The moment we get any possibility of inter dimensional travel, the infinite multiverse of waifus will be ours.

>>314045

I was the one still holding out on a portal, my man. If I recall, some anons said that in the infinite array of possibilities, there could be millions of universes where our waifus want us as much as we want them. How could we resonate our souls to sync with them? Can't at least one of their universes have the power to open up to us?

>>314096

This is what I mean.

Not crusading, however.

Well, maybe Vamp Mosquitos should be gassed.

>>314039

>but a few states up we're still pretty coe-zee.

For now. There's another hurricane about to slap the entire east coast over the next 7-8 days.

>>314117

Jose? ICE should handle that one.

>>314040

Do a Jabberwock and her jaws have different appetites? How much food do they consume?

>>314172

Isn't the elder sign a branch or a warped star?

>>314172

So the Elder Sign is like a scrunched up version of the Italian hand thing?

>>314179

>>314180

>>314225

Lovecraft originally described it as a swastika.

>>314041

Lots of anons have been making contact with spirit waifs, and it's been reported that Ammit is currently building a whole afterlife world and is making mamono daughters.

>>314156

I'd say that the "mouth-limbs" are mainly for gripping, dispensing mist, and maybe cleaning. Closed systems, in other words. Jabberwock herself is carnivorous. She can messily consume multiple wild boars per day (or at least two whole humans). She grows steadily more dainty about that as time passes.

>>314172

My my. That sort of place could easily play host to civilizations, if there was also a ready source of food in there.

>>314308

I think there's versions of this character without the dick. I know I seen a few but if I can find them I'll contribute it to here.

>>314301

Whos the artist?

>>314313

That's true. I doubt he really cares and I on one hand don't entirely blame him.

>>314341

I'll be looking for it. I'm gonna work on making some alterations later on.

>>314346

Nekoarashi.

Here's his pixiv:

https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=18456

>>314361

That one is still pretty obvious