monster lover moodboards → merman boyfriend
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Good content: standin on ya tip toes to smooch Vladicard
BETTER content: Vladicard lifting you up off the ground to smooch you, just dangling in his grip, toes brushing the ground
what if, like bats, blood-sucking vampires actually represent a small percentage of the full vampire population and most horrible undead creatures of the night are adapted to eat bugs, fruits, and nectars
let
them
eat
bugs
You, a Ventrue: dignified, refined, drinks only the blood of virgins from a crystal glass
Me, a Nosferatu: vaccums up every bug in sight while screaming like the goblin I am
@ask-the-sexiest-weapon AHH SORRY THIS IS A SIDEBLOG SO I CAN’T DO REPLIES BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK YESS
AAAAAAAAA
MONSTERS WHO DONT EVEN GET SEX AND GET GROSSED OUT BY THE IDEA SO ITS ALWAYS MOVIE NIGHTS AND CUDDLES YES IM LIVING
👌👀👀👍👍👌👌
REASSURING THEIR HUMAN THAT HEY, HUMANS IN GENERAL ARE WEIRD ALREADY, YOUR INDIVIDUAL FORM OF WEIRDNESS MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 YES
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.
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
TheOriginalGodsGirlRachel 