Tower

Happy Halloween to all the little wyrmlings!! I’m in university now so there’s been a loooong wait for the next comic, but here it is!

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Feast

Hello Darling, says the Beast just as he has invited you to feast,

upon this plethora of things to eat.

Greedy, Greedy, he does speak just as you begin to feast.

What a hypocritical Beast.

Okay but monsters that don’t tower over you. Monsters that are human sized, maybe even short. Monsters that could still kill you, rip you to shreds, and crush you with their bare hands/paws/tentacles/coils/whatever, but there’s no way they’re more than 5’ 5’. They can grab you, still pick you up and lift you, toss you around like you weigh nothing, but when they do their best to fit into your human world, people underestimate them.

They have to be careful because you’re tall by their species standards so you ought to be stronger. They have to keep reminding themselves that you’re only a human. Sometimes they leave deep bruises, or bite down a little too hard. Their claws leaving bloody streaks that you wince when you have to clean and bandage. They apologize though and do their best to make it up to you.

Porcelain Soul - submitted by @meowstic-seer-of-the-future

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You've given me your name, and now you're mine, my little human pet

You'll look so pretty at the foot of my throne, a collar around your neck whenever my hand isn't

Be a good little plaything for your Fae Lord, and I'll show you ecstasy no mortal ever could

emotional support Jason

i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with

What would happen if a demon with 12 eyes, 6 mouths, 3 pairs of arms, canine legs, and razor sharp horns and teeth approached me menacingly.

Me: Holy Fuck, You're Hot.

Demon: ?

Me: What? You are.

My Idea Of A Perfect Day

The wind howls and rain pours on a dark stormy night. The rain bombards the dimly lit house surrounded by a dreary and dark forest. However, once inside, a somber melancholy tune floats through the house, drowning out the thundering of the rain. The melody flows out of the attic's dark domain. In the shadow-filled attic, a candlelit room awaits. The smell of lavender permeates the air, bringing a sense of calm to the dim room. A feminine figure relaxes on a grand four-poster bed with the soft, sheer, and delicate silk curtains closed. The female form wears an elegant nightgown, the color of blood. The figure is silently reading an ancient and worn book with the title, Dracula, etched into it. They bask in the morbid literature and the somber music like the shadows clinging to the walls.

Nightmares

Screaming your heart out

Feeling your fear

The darkness wants you to know its here

But don't fear

Its only a graze

In this haze

Of madness here