Note: This is a repost-as-is of a piece posted to Cohost on the 18th of September 2023 in response to a prompt by Story-of-normal-GuyGal that read: "Normal GuyGal who looks really butchy working on a car"

The apartment door slammed open, and Elaine filled the doorway like a vengeful Roman goddess, sporting the most bedhead ever beheld by woman. "What?!" she growled. "It's 6 in the god-damn morning! Nothing can be this important!" She looked down, and further down, until she finally found the monster that had awoken her at this ungodly hour. The bone-weary sigh that was about 80% yawn did... interesting things to her sleep tank.

Her downstairs neighbour Brittany smiled up, blinking innocently. "I'm so sorryyyyy, but my car won't start, and I really can't be late to work. Pleeeeeease?"

"Again?" the network specialist grunted dubiously.

"Sorry."

A long, considering pause while Elaine scratched herself. Another deep sigh. "Fine. I'll take a look." She spotted Brittany's pleased grin. "Next time, you're taking that piece of junk to an actual garage, okay? Or calling roadside assistance."

"Yes! Whatever you say! Thank you so much!" Brittany was bouncing with glee, like a Golden that'd just heard the word "walkies".

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Monster who is screaming extremely externally, who knows where

Note: This is a repost-as-is of a the first part of an ongoing serial story starring My Favourite Fictional Daughter first posted to Cohost on the 12th of September 2023. At time of reposting, the first volume is not complete yet (6 of 8 chapters written), and I can't promise a release schedule for it. Sorry.

BR247516-I stared mistrustingly at The Big Wet — the sea — outside her cockpit. She did not like this idea. Did not want to be here. Who knew what this structurally unsound sand — beach, her brain helpfully provided — beneath her landing struts would do to her poor ship's engines?

She looked at her operative in the overhead reflective panel that showed her every corner of the ship behind her. "No."

"Aw, come on, Merry Berry." Kyra wheedled, meeting her eyes as she packed another towel in her duffel bag. "It'll be fun, I promise!"

"I was designed in space. I was decanted in space. I was made for space." BR247516-I — Berry, as her operative insisted on calling her for some reason. Not that she minded. It felt good to be... individual. Apart. Highly illicit. Inappropriate. Extremely incorrect. But good. — resolutely countered.

"Yeah, but you go down to planets now. With me." Kyra fired back.

Berry's mouth was a flat, disapproving line as she gestured at the world outside, barely visible through the rain lashing the viewport. Drumming on the hull. "There is weather happening out there." Offended.

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Note: This is a repost-as-is of a snippet I posted on Cohost on the 10th of February 2023 in response to a Prompt from the Making-up-Mech-Pilots account.

"Look, man, I didn't mean to." Kris wheedled. "She didn't mean to. She'd never. It was an accident. You have to believe me." Pleaded. "How was I to know whistling that jingle from that old chewing gum commercial — you know, the one that goes..." Their foot tapped as they briefly hummed something that sounded like 'huminy homana nanana bubbly good' under their breath, half the lyrics long forgotten.

"... would cause all..." A weak gesture at the roaring inferno around them, their words barely audible over the panicked braying of the base klaxons. The wails of the wounded and bereaved. The intermittent crash of collapsing buildings. It was ridiculous. Impossible. Inconceivable. Indescribable. They finally settled on a lame "... this."

"Uh-huh." The SecuTex guard that'd accosted the pilot, his own once pristine white uniform covered in soot and blood, didn't seem inclined to believe them.

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Monster who has a long nose, the better to know you with

Monster who won Worst In Show again, and is feeling incredibly smug about it

Unbecoming of a lady? Good. That means this monster's plan is working.

Monster who is betting your life

A has just moved to "The Most Supernatural Little Town In The Country™", much to her displeasure and against her will, because she had to leave behind all her friends in the bustling city, which isn't fair, she didn't get to vote on whether they should move to this dead end or not

B has vowed to get rid of these filthy gentrifying humans stinking up the place once and for all. When she's done putting the finishing touches to her decades-in-the-making masterpiece, there'll be nothing to stop her, and peace and quiet will finally return to her home