[ID: a digital drawing of Balam Shichiro from Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun crouching with one hand on the ground in front of him and the other resting on his thigh. His feathery demon wings are spread out behind him as he stares intently towards the viewer. The photo below it is a close up of the same artwork.]
“St. Lucy of Syracuse—eyeless, sightless, and carrying her baby blues on a platter, two ripe, round grapes like I’d put on a dish on Halloween when I was nine and I’d make my 10 year old boyfriend put his fingers into it and I tell him, ‘They’re my dogs’, can’t you tell? I pulled ‘em out today just for you.’ And right there on the spot he’d confess his undying love to me.” (excerpt from patty chang’s melons)
I'm such a needy bashful puppy omg. it's been a few days so I'm extra excited and needy rn. if only some big scary werewolf would come in my unlocked window and use me leaving me stuck on their knot to show everyone how good I was for them.
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I can imagine a bashful thing like you face down in their pillows and cozy blankets while a big werewolf plows you into the night. Maybe you even fall asleep and wake up in a new place, still firmly knotted and leaning back against the wolf surrounded by a jealous pack.
I still sort of remember the turning point in my love of aliens / monsters. I was a chubby little kid with glasses and between being bullied at school for being a weirdo, and the rough family life. I didn't feel like I fit in anywhere. When the fights would happen at home I would go stand outside on our back porch, and look up at the stars.
I remember I used to wish the aliens would come pick me up, and take me away. (I was a huge extraterrestrial geek at the time and studied ufo cases) I would stand outside at night and wish for that as hard as I could. I used to also think that since I was seen as such a misfit here on Earth, I would fit right in with the aliens.
Haha, a funny reminscent thought of my childhood, and bittersweet.
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Vegeta, struggling with something that Really Shouldn't Be This Difficult. After doing this for Far Too Long, throwing a classic Vegeta rage tantrum.
And when Goku gently says, "Ge?" behind him, he whirls around and hollers, "💢WHAAAT?!💢"
But Goku's looking at him with the softest, sweetest, look of casual adoration, and it stops him dead in his tracks. And when Goku tells him, "Relax. It's gonna be okay," in an affectionately reassuring tone, his heart goes and curls up to hide in his stomach, because he can't explain or even understand why he's blushing.