/mgw/ - Monster Girl Worldbuilding

>monstergirlfags always bring up ancient mythological monstergirls like mermaids, nymphs, or kitsune to justify their shitposting on Veeky Forums
>whenever you bring up the fact that most of these monstergirls would drown you, eat your liver, or murder you in a dozen different other ways just for funsies they either conveniently ignore you or shriek "but that's not the point you nofunallowed troll!" and conveniently forget the conversation ever took place
The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic...

foxgirls are vanilla, now if she tries to eat my liver raw out of me that's a keeper. The best waifu is one acquired by absurd amounts of work and dedication, which is why mge is such a shit setting even for waifus desu.

Kitsunes are not liver eating monsters you utter plebeian, learn your lore

You want a fixer-upper?

Makes for better character growth

I don’t know. Comes off a bit high-handed.

No person is flawless. Flaws are what make a person interesting. Overcoming them is what makes them admirable.

Which is true. And I get wanting to be healed by love.

I’m just of the opinion ‘my love will change them!’ Is the kind of stuff you see in trashy romance novels.

Like you should love someone BECAUSE of their flaws, not in spite of them.

A trashy romance novel is still miles ahead of the alternative presented here. It's hard to give an example of better characterbuilding in this example because for something like a Kumiho, you'd have to atleast impact her enough to, you know, not eat your vitals. Though why would you like somebody for their flaws and not in spite of them? Flaws make a person them, but it's dealing with them that makes it romantical.

Well one of my flaws is I talk too much. My ideal partner wouldn’t want me to talk less, but would want to talk as much as me.

Then you hardly see it as a flaw, or as something that needs to be changed. You just want acceptance and likemindedness. But it is "one of your flaws" no ideal matches exist, do they. Neither do ideal people. It's coming to understand each other by changing, and not changing.
I would be extremely put off by somebody eating humans, but I would try to convince them otherwise, and would forgive them if they change their ways even, if I think they deserve that forgiveness. But whilst it isn't the most unique of romances (you compared it to a trashy romance fic) I still think it's interesting, and that'd be the kind of romance I'd like to read about.

What about somebody with a strong desire to eat humans who's still not sure if they want someone to finally get them to stop feeling it or someone who would share in that desire even if it's never acted out?

As long as the characters and premise is interesting is what I am saying user. I can even see somebody accepting his waifu eating other people, there's plenty of mindsets that "justifiy" it, some acceptable to me, some not.
You seem to be getting the point, just don't make it oh she saw you and she loves you now, like whoever she fell in love with is some anime harem protagonist, that's a pleb tier romance.

I wasn't asking for creation of a story user, I just need some help.

At the risk of using a shitton of posts, you asked for this [1/12]

My journeys have led me to believe that the subject of the “monster” is more complex than some forces would have it. There are certainly those that are very ruinous to what we hold dear as civilization, and all the same there are certainly those who bear no ill will to the works of man and however driven do no harm to our world. I did not always feel this way, but it is difficult to journey beyond the lands overzealously kept safe by the Order and not bear witness, directly indirectly, to both proofs and contradictions of their philosophy.

I recall quite clearly one journey in which it might be said I received both from a single encounter. This is not a tale I have told before, for reasons I hope you will understand, but I feel the distance in years and leagues is both far enough that I may presently recount it, and not be considered an oath-breaker. I was quite young then, having journeyed beyond Order lands only once, and on that travel heard of the mischief of monsters only distantly.

I was more a scholarly than adventurous sort, and so I had read much, including volumes that were quite disfavored, and some even that now cannot be lawfully acquired, to learn what I could about the hazards that I might witness in my travels. I, therefore, felt myself prepared to detect if necessary and evade at least the most common monsters, and if I could recall my countermeasures despite the befuddling powers given them, even some of the more uncommon and fantastical breeds. In short, I was quite knowledgeable for one my age, and in the fear brought by book learning and rhetoric rather than actual experience, extremely vigilant for monstrous danger.

The encounter to which I have referred transpired on a watery leg of the journey, which had thusfar been uneventful. The great ship I was with, though, by the drunken inattention of its pilot, ran aground a sandbar within sight of a small island town we had meant to stop at for friendly gossip only, seeing as it was not far from a port upon the order mainland. Owing the nature of the delay and my status as a passenger, it was decided that I should be brought to town by one of the landing craft, and there a ferry to the mainland would be chartered to me at the captain's expense (or, more likely, that of the inebriated pilot) so I could be on my way. This was done, and the journey to the mainland would take three days sailing.

Late on the second day, however, the sky began to darken fiercely with ominous clouds, and the ferryman judged that we would certainly be overtaken before making port. I was quite fearful of being caught out in the storm in such a small craft, but the ferryman was unperturbed, as he believed he could bring us to safe harbor with a minimal detour. There was, and he pointed it out, a small and rocky island along the way, and on it was a manor house of a rich man and his wife, who the Ferryman knew because now and again he, rather than the normally arranged go-between, was asked to deliver some goods from the mainland to the manor. Thus, we made for that locale, and anchored the ferry at the single pier permitting landing at the island.

Saying that he would prefer to stay, if not on his ship, then at least near it, the ferryman then sent me up the path to the manor house alone, bearing my things and the correct names to invoke to make a decent first impression and explain my coming to the master of the house, who would hopefully provide shelter. [2/12]

The door was answered very swiftly, all things considered, and the man who came to it was my senior by only a decade, perhaps two at the outside. He was finely dressed, and thus I greeted him as though he were the master of the house, and indeed it was he. At first, he seemed reticent to do more than speak to me from the door frame, but once his attention had been directed to the sky, he ushered me in and offered the hospitality of his house for as long as the weather would prevent my going, which would be at least the night. He said he would extend his offer to the ferryman, but telling him what that man had told me, the master of the house shook his head but accepted it.

Not moments after the door had shut, the master's wife appeared. She was, I judged at first, somewhat younger than her husband, but I found her age was actually difficult to place, for while her face was fresh and pretty as a debutante's, she carried herself in a way that spoke of maturity. I did not wonder over that, though, being more concerned that her moot, initially giddy, soured when she saw that I had entered. The Master of the House briefly explained the situation, which she accepted with grace and some nerves before excusing herself to ready, in her own words, 'an early dinner, owing the circumstances.'

Those words stuck with me, 'owing the circumstances', especially when no reply was even attempted when I said that I was not so famished as to need immediate attention if it was a bother. The master of the house led me through its fairly austere and quiet halls to the dining room. It seemed to me as though the whole place was built to echo with silence, for though the ceilings were high, corridors long, and rooms broad the furnishings were spartan within them and the décor, not non-existant, but very austere in nature. Indeed, the only sound that was, at first, in the dining hall was the steady tick of a great grandfather clock. [3/12]

As the wind outside began to pick up, and the patter of rain echo against the curtained windows, my host set a fire in the chamber's fireplace, and that seemed to add some heart to the chamber. We talked about the news of the world, and some if not current than at least recent events for an hour or so until the host's wife returned, and presented a feast for three that robbed my consciousness of the thought of the thunder outside.

The table was made for six, to which my host sat at the head, and his wife at his right hand. I, having been to the left in conversation, respectfully made my place setting at the foot. The cooking of that lady was sublime, and I said as much, and the three of us began to converse, in such a way as I made note of their manners. My host was, it had seemed to me, older than his years in some ways. Before dinner, he had given me the impression of a worn-out rucksack, not tattered perhaps but but robbed of luster, strength, and vibrancy by whatever nameless trials it had endured. But this perception changed to meet him in the presence of his wife: her affection, with which she was fairly liberal even in company, hand often on his arm and once the plates and silverware had been cleared away, head upon his shoulder, seemed to pour life back into the man like color into a world of gray, and he took on a vibrant dynamism I had seen in the shrewdest and most successful merchants I had ever met, so that I no longer wondered how he, having given no title, had come into possession of such a place as this. [4/12]

The lady herself was no less lively; if anything her wits were quicker still, and certainly her tongue was the sharper, though never once did I feel that her barbs, whoever for, were anything less than good natured. As the afternoon, black as night owning the storm, wore on she began to change her manner. I found that she glanced often at the great clock, which was a slightly awkward thing for her, and more frequently the longer we talked. She seemed to grow restless, even nervous. Eventually, she whispered something into her husband's ear and then asked, very politely, to be excused, since it was late and she believed that she would retire for the night. This my host encouraged in her, and she departed posthaste from the room.

This, like the words before, struck me – it was not, in fact, late in the least. Were it not for the storm, it would still plainly be day, though very close to sunset. In other circumstances, I might have expected that the darkness of the weather and the suddenness of my arrival might have tired the woman and deceived her as to the hour, but she had not seemed tired in the least, and I knew that she was watching the clock very carefully. [5/12]

It was then that I felt my blood grow cold, for it reminded me of things I had read in disfavored volumes, about the behavior of certain monsters. Feigning an interest in astrology, I asked my host if he knew what phase the moon was in, since I could not myself rightly remember. He said it was the night of the new moon. That made the entire scene make sense. I had not been fascinated with the tales of doppelgangers, but they were known to me: how they deceived men by assuming the form and face of a beloved woman, but could not maintain their transformation on the night when the moon could not be seen. The more conventional sources, that I did not then know were of doubtless bias and dubious veracity, insisted that they gained their shapes by imprisoning, or even devouring, the true woman they mimicked, and thus I was quite fearful that my host had been unknowingly made the victim of such a swap in recent days, yet hoped that such treachery might be undone to the happiness of all.

I broached the subject with my host, of his wife's departure, and the facts I had assembled, and prepared to offer him what warnings I could when he silenced me with a wave of his hand. I protested, that it truly was most urgent and critical, and repeated the fact that I had surmised.

“I know... I know. “ said my host, and his weary admission stilled my protests with shock. No doubt seeing the horror on my face, he offered this: “Since you've surmised as much, perhaps you will hear how such a thing came to be? It may convince you that it isn't worth spreading the story around to... unfriendly ears.”

I accepted, and began to listen to the man's tale. [6/12]

“You've heard of Fallen lands, yes?” he asked. I assented, the spread of Demon Realms having been a subject of great trepidation and some of the impetus for my research. “Always something happening 'over there' aren't they? At least, that's how it feels until the corruption comes to your doorstep. I'll spare you the details of how a Demon Realm engulfed the village of my birth, in part because I don't know it all. The important thing is that we were under the auspice and protection of the Order, though in an outlying fashion, and so when the land seethed with corruption, the evacuation began, a band of brave fighters guarding the retreat of far, far too many survivors who packed their bags without yet succumbing to corruption.”

“There were hundreds to begin with, but we had waited too long gathering supplies, attempting to prepare for the journey carefully, and the Monsters saw... I honestly don't know? Easy prey? A walking singles bar? I've come to understand they're not of one mind, but in those days they were of one purpose, and we bled 'stragglers' to their predations at a horrifying pace. The soldiers were too few, and our need to press onward too urgent, to attend to all those lost to our carnal opponents, whether tempted or forced.”

“I was not traveling alone then, but with my fiancee. We were quite young, but it's advisable to settle down with a good woman now before a bad one forces the issue, isn't it? Our devotions to the Chief God were fervent, and we stayed to the center of the formation. The numbers around us were culled from a thousand to a hundred but for that time, we were spared. Naturally, it was not to last.” [7/12]

“In the dead of the night, I was awakened by... a muffled scream was my first instinct and it wasn't far from the truth. In the tent with us was a succubus. She sat astride my fiancee, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other... like her spaded tail, hard at such a creatures work. As I stood dumbfounded, the creature smiled at me, and spoke softly.”

“She said, 'Hush now, I can feel all the love in this place. But it's been so wasted, going unfulfilled. So I'm giving your dear a gift, to better consummate such beautiful romance.' My fiancee cried out again, and, eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw her face streaked with tears, contorted with both terror and stimulation. That sight broke me from my shocked stupor and I seized the nearest object at hand, my traveling pack, and with a mighty yell swung it at the head of the succubus. Probably from the force of shock, and not my blow at all, the monster went sprawling. Freed from gagging hand and pleasurable torment alike, my fiancee screamed.

“The succubus was livid. 'Don't you want a life of love?' she demanded, and of my fiancee, who struggled, kicking, behind me and clutched a sheet to herself even as she screamed for help, 'Don't you want to please your husband?' Fighters arrived, armed to strike her down, and she smiled. 'It's your loss if you don't.' and at that she took off, tearing through the canvas of the tent with a bounding leap into the night sky.”

“The prognosis of the Order priest with our band was... uncertain. My fiancee had been exposed to frightful demonic energies, but all the same the enemy had been beaten off, and there was a chance she would take no lasting harm from it, though surely she would feel ill for some time. Sure enough, she was feverish by morning, and as the residual effects of the demonic energy persisted, I tended to her as best I could.” [8/12]

“I've wondered ever since if I killed her with that kindness. It was not as though I understood much about Monsters then, just the layman's knowledge of corruption and damnation. Did I worsen matters by tending to her, and expressing pure love as the corruption that conflates divine romance and animal lust seethed inside her? Or was there simply nothing that could be done? She was feverish for two days, but then seemed to be on the mend. Not long after she was once more seemingly well and able, though, I was once again awakened in the dead of night.”

“This time, it was softly, warm lips upon mine. I awakened in a haze, and saw my fiancee smiling down at me. I don't know if I was sleep-addled, lust-addled, or just stupid, but it didn't occur to me at first what the clear danger was. She whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and her objective was very evident as I put up a token, though not ineffective resistance. I do not know what brought me to awareness, whether a cold draft on my skin or my own idly roaming fingers finding something that should not have been, but at once I noticed, and the warm pleasantness was pierced by cold dread. I saw the horns sprouted from her head, the thin, translucent wings, the spaded tail that was almost half real, but half too real at that.”

“I got my bearings, and pleaded for this to be a nightmare. And as I backed off, she pressed herself to me, and said that everything would be fine, that this all felt right. A huge part of me didn't want to resist, but I managed to speak out, and shout. Probably, I was able to because my fear was not just of her, but for her – for we were in the center of a dwindling train of refugees, surrounded by Order soldiers, and while many monsters had taken advantage of our fleeing company, some few had paid for their temerity with their lives. And so I shouted to her, loudly, that she had to go, it wasn't safe.”

“She begged me, 'Come on, then. Come with me. We'll go back home, and make a life together, the one we always wanted. We can plant a new cherry tree in the town square, build a great house right in front of it, and fill that house with our children. We should go – yes, both of us, together!' I was stunned to silence by her words, as she continued to beg for me to go with her, to embrace her, for though I knew she was damned, the more she spoke the clearer it was she still remembered all our dreams.”

“My first shout, though, had been enough to raise the alarm, and the knights entered. I screamed again at their coming: 'Get Away!' and I did not know if I meant her from me or her from her doom. Either way, she did not, and tried to embrace me, as though to drag me up and carry me with her. But the soldiers were fast upon her. I remember all too clearly the look on her face as she died, bleeding out in my arms. Sorrowful... betrayed.”

“The priest looked me over and declared me clean, but I spoke nothing. Not for the rest of the journey, as a hundred wards and twenty soldiers dwindled to ten civilians and fifteen fighters by the time we reached safety. I was mute, trudging onward automatically, probably spared by how deeply I was locked in the pit of despair. All I could think of in that march was that I should have gone at the first, for even the ruination of my soul could not hurt this much.” [10/13.. .whoops]

“When we reached civilization, the Order was quite eager to compensate the survivors very well. Hush money, it was made easy to realize, to not spread how so many under their protection had been lost. By now, of course, the point is moot. Everyone knows the Order protects, and everyone knows that they aren't always victorious. But then it seemed like a big deal. The other survivors, so far as I know, pissed away the windfall in revelry at having survived such a harrowing passage untainted, but I had no spirit for merrymaking. I had wept all I could, my eyes now dry as bones. I had suffered all I could, my heart hard as a stone.”

I nodded in sorrowful acceptance. Tales of this sort were all too common, though I did not see how it led to the current situation.

“Somehow, probably by the desire of another investor looking for temporary partnership in business, I fell into trade with my money, and when given a goal I was ruthless. I made no friends in those days... but quite a lot of money. Though my enterprise is now quite hands-off, I assure you my name will be recognized by at least some in most civilized ports... and some uncivilized ports as well.”

I said that I had indeed heard it, and apologized for not having recognized him at once from such reputation, and said that he must have gained quite the fortune indeed,

“It never filled the hole inside me, though,” he replied, “and so I eventually retreated here, bought this miserable spit of rock and had my home constructed on it, and came to live in it alone, letting the emptiness without serve as a monument to the regrets that left me empty within.” [11/13]

“It was my second year on the island when she appeared. Having learned quite a lot about monsters in my travels that I had never needed to know at home, it was not difficult to recognize her for what she was. Doppelganger. A spirit formed from regret and longing given life. How else could the spitting image of my lost love arrive on the doorstep of my cursed, lonely island? I was wary at first, and confronted her with my knowledge, but she... accepted my anger, and said she could not help what she felt, nor what I felt, and implored me to let her in. Eventually, after trying to drive her away for weeks, the weather had turned bitterly cold, and I found I could not bear to see her suffering outside, my doors locked and barred. She has, I admit, not departed my life since.”

“Do I love her, this monster wearing a borrowed visage? I would have said when I was your age that such a thing was impossible, but my idea of love has become far more... pragmatic, with experience in our world. She has striven, even if selfishly guided by a monsters instincts to do so, to bring me as much joy as I can accept, something not travel nor riches nor the quiet of isolation ever could... and for that, I am grateful enough to her that I would not see this life of mine upturned again, nor hers ended. And as much as she is a monster, she is my monster... for what regret could have birthed a Doppelganger on this shore but my own?” [12/13]

“So I implore you to speak nothing of your astute observation. If the Red Order were to take umbrage... I do not know if I could survive watching her die again. I will show you to a guest room you may rest in, and shall not mistreat you while you stay here. But you will leave as soon as conditions permit, and not wantonly spread about what you have learned. Do we have an agreement?”

I assented then to the basic outlay of the proposal. I would not tell anyone, especially not authorities, what I had discovered, both in respect for this man, and out of relief that there was no dire harm to avenge in the doppelganger's presence. And at least a little out of fear of reprisal from one known of in foreign ports. I break my silence only because we are so far removed that I doubt the tale I've told now could return to haunt that man and his wife... or if they have passed, any progeny that might be born of such a union, I suppose. Still, I will not give up the names of port, island, or man involved, as I have no intent to provoke your further curiosity on the specifics. Instead, I hope you might learn, as I did, something of the complexity of this world, and our precarious situation therein. [13/13]

That's some damn fine writefaggotry user. Be proud of yourself.

>doppelganger entry

That’s pretty cute

>although her body appears smooth from a distance, a leviathan's scales form a rugged landscape up close
>when she relaxes, a human can easily find shelter next to her skin
>she can close them together when she submerges, trapping large pockets of air underneath

Okay worldbuilding time- back to the Desert Continent.

Should there be an Order Aligned Empire of the Sands trying to go full Jihad against the Pharoahs and other Desert Monsters?

I want to raise a good monster girl out of specie with a bad reputation.

Don't we all?
>Giantess daughter tough to respect those shorter and smaller than her, and get things off the top shelves for people.

>Comes off a bit high-handed.
But forcibly rewriting both biology and society because clearly you no better than everyone doesn't?

No, instead they just lie to you and then abandon you. They are not good people at any rate abd plenty are full on evil to boot.

Do the Pharaohs have a policy for responding to Deathclaw attacks or is it handled on a case by case basis?

Fair enough.
Are we gonna for Deathclaws into the lore? Because I am okay with this.

Anyway, I think they would try to enlist Deathclaws as warbeasts, and since Pharoahs prefer beuracracy and divine rule to raiding, I think they would do a good job of regulating them, like they do with their other monsters.

...

You know, I want to say that including Deathclaws, like flat from Fallout, feels odd but I'm also not opposed to including actually Monstrous monsters so... I'm in favour of sexified Deathclaws, I guess.

Please no, we don’t need furries in monstergirl thread

What's the difference?

"I don't like it so no one else is allowed to like it"

That doesn't answer my question.

It's not meant to, I'm telling you the thread creed.

There is no set point when something becomes furry, scaly or whatever else.
It's like asking if futa is gay. There's no set point, it's all about why you're consuming the material.

Since the amount of a male penis' mass is about 2% of the male body, futa is only 2% gay.

Question? What would you call the girl? I don't mean species wise, I mean if you were the lich and had to give her a nickname.

My entry:
>Holder

A diminutive version of her real name, of course.

Otherwise? Rotty.

Futa is ALWAYS gay, duh.

Something racist, because that's what we called them when I was alive.

Humans with animal features vs animals with human features/anthropomorphic animals
That's not how it works

Yeah it is.

Do you see fur my man?

Nah.
Futanari are by definition hermaphrodites, and homosexuals are defined by sexual attraction to the same sex, since futanari are by definition neither female nor male, futa is not homosexual by definition unless you are also a futa/hermaphrodite.
Using your batshit logic, sexual attractions to male is somehow straight unless their penis size is several times larger than the rest of their body.

Male bodies are 100% male. Penis is male, but only 2% of the male body.

You are 100% gay.

I'm 2% heterosexual.

I felt the same way about the Sandworms. Dune is a classic but I'd hardly call it mythology.

Sure, but gay is ultimately binary and follows the "one drop" rule.

In that way it's quite unlike "Furry"/whatever else you call anthropomorphized based on their animal traits and covering, which exists on a spectrum

Monster girls aren't based off of mythology they're based off of JRPGs and D&D monster shit

Anybody here play Corruption of Champions?

You'll have to forgive me for not trusting the math of a MGfag, given the deplorable state of your RPG.

It's not mine.

And yet it's endorsed by your thread.

It's not my thread and no one uses it to run games anyhow.

So why is it in the thread OP?

So you're just a whiny futafag who needs to fuck back off to /d/, then.

People like to play pretend that they're not just here for writing a big setting book.

No one runs games here.

So fix it, user.
Take the concepts and build something better, show all the MGfags they're terrible and your superior abilities can quash anything they can put together.

Case and point: in this very thread they're pretending that they actually want to discuss RPGs instead of jerk off to monstergirls

>BAWWWW GIMME AN RPG DADDY YOU CANT CRITICIZE ME UNTIL YOU SPOONFEED ME A BLOO BLOO BLOO
Nah.

Contribution =/= doing it entirely yourself. And wasn't the big pair of criticism posts literally welcomed at the time and taken on board?

... Aren't you also like, several dozen threads late for attempting to shit up the MG thread, it's been here for a while and it didn't go down any of the last times either.

...

What a difference adding an almost human face makes.

And hair. Hair also makes a very big difference.

No that makes it furry.

Can we seriously discuss adding deathclaw monstergirls?

>They are extremely aggressive, one of the most monstrous monstergirls out there.

>The claws are like werewolf claws they only do spirit damage.

>They largely inhabit regions considered uninhabitable wastelands, and have a preference for meat.

>They are the result of warbeast experiments from precursor civilizations.

>They enjoy cuddling.

See, why make them warbeast experiments from some future-tech civ? Just have them have evolved from exceptionally harsh conditions.

Warbeasts Made in the old times out of lizardmen and ogres, the same mad Men behind the first homonculi

>Can we seriously discuss adding deathclaw monstergirls?
F2 and F:T had intelligent Deathclaws

I was thinking more the kroxigor to the lizardmen

Because I want precursors.
Homunculi monstergirls sounds good. Though I think Lizardmen should be related between ancient unions between men and dragons.
I believe they could talk like parrots right? Though I think since most monstergirls can talk normally so should lady deathclaws.

Slimes where

Anywhere wet where they can catch food.

I think slimes would just be universally everywhere.

Look up Deathclaw Desu Ga
It's... kind of? what you're talking about. More that they see themselves as adorable, and are still a hulking beast, but still.

I was thinking about this for a scholarly organization for a monstergirl setting.

>Essentially a group of natural philosophers and wizards to group together in order to study Monster-girls and demonic energy.
>Rarely if ever operate openly since it warrants unwanted attention from the Order and the DL.
>Capture monstergirls and send them to facilities in order to study, make countermeasures, contain and if needed terminate monstergirls.
>Has a lot of friends in high places, including a small part of the Order hierarchy.
>Tend to recruit people (aka lab rats) from slavers and prison populations.
>In shortages, they can also grab refugees, drunkards and anyone they can get their grubby hands on, has long they have deniable liability.
>Prefers to lock up cursed items instead of destroying.

And in other news water is wet.

There is literally a playtest of the d6 system going on. People actually do play games.

A d6 game that fails to function and needs an Excel doc for every time combat occurs