My kryptonite: superheroes and horrific monsters and characters of great importance, surrounded by other amazing beings and people… falling head-over-heels for normal, insignificant humans.
Radiant demigods and ancient demonic beings finding love and warmth and comfort in the bookstore owner on the corner, or the sweet little nightowl they happened to bump into on their way home one night, or the cashier that always asks how they’ve been in a way far more sincere than they greet the other customers.
Give me restless nightwalkers that always end up at particular photographer’s door, no matter how much they try to stay away. Werewolves who’s rages are only calmed by the voice of the local florist they’ve grown so fond of. Give me Demons and Angels who retreat to the homes of laborers and school teachers when they are wounded and vulnerable.
Give me beasts and champions alike who lay down their weapons at the end of the day to go home and rest their head on a human’s shoulder.
“You lookin’ like a SNACC”
— your monster lover, with the shittiest grin, as you momentarily wonder whether they might actually want to eat you
Monster kink: something tall and terrifying effortlessly picking you up and carrying you as if you weigh nothing.
Imagine your demon boyfriend showing you around his home dimension. The place is terrifying – lava pits, spiked buildings made of onyx, animals that scream as they fly. The inhabitants are even worse, towering over you with exposed bones and jutting wings.
Your boyfriend holds your hand as you wind your way through the chaos, barely even glancing at all the monstrosities that kneel and stare as you walk by. He’s used to this, he says, just ignore them. You’re safe with him.
And so you should be; he rules the place.
Imagine being at home one night, reading a good book, when you hear a knock on the door. Peeking out, you see someone dressed exactly how you would expect an old Hollywood vampire to dress. Opening the door, you raise an eyebrow at them and ask what they need. They explain that their car broke down and that they need to use your phone. However, there’s no car in sight, so you question their story. They sigh and, after a few moments of awkward silence, admit that they want to ask you on a date. You blush, and explain that you’d like to get to know them better before accepting and ask them if they’d like coffee. They eagerly agree and wait somewhat awkwardly on your porch until you realize and invite them in.
Clair De Lune playing from another room
Claude Debussy
Concept: shy kisses from towering demon lords.
i just wanna have soft glowy skin, long eyelashes, pink lips, rosy cheeks, lots of cash and no responsibilities
“TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness.
What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.
And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.”
Alucard: disappears for 30 years leaving his loved ones to grieve and wonder if he’d ever return
Me: Alucard said fuck work
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