The monstrous and the grotesque as an allegory of the true and hidden self, an allegory of the secrets and things we kept inside, as an allegory for being queer and having to hide that part of you because it's "dangerous" and "gross", and the hope to find someone who would love us after all.
Even after we tried to consume them. Love and lust as cannibalism and consumption and fitting your hand through their chest.
So, uh @spacervanguard threw a curve ball at me and asked if she could draw Grandpa V. I said yes.
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Look at her! These came out so fuuuuuucccking good!!!!!! I love her. Thank you so much again! For the millionth time. You're incredibly good, as an artist and a person.💜💛💜💛
"So then!" Twig's voice echoed off of the walls of the cave. "Spinda came over with a Rawst berry and asked if I was okay! And at that point, I was in so much distress that I just took it without saying anything and ate the whole thing in two bites! But I did it so fast that I choked on it!"
Twig's laughter echoed off the cave walls, muffled only by the sand and a few dirty, ancient, pillows. Twig's laughter trailed off, and she gave a hearty sigh. "So yeah, that's how I found out I couldn't eat any spicy food!"
Twig quietly stared at the cave wall she'd been talking to. Crudely carved on the surface were people she'd known. Friends, neighbors, shopkeepers, the members of Wigglytuff's guild...
Celebi, Dusknoir...
Grovyle...
Manaphy...
Kip...
And next to the carving of Kip was a carving of a charmander.
Twig's arms wrapped tight around her chest. Her smile faded as tears stung in her eyes.
After a moment passed, the silence was broken by a sob, then a whimper;