#monster boy

[cosmindart]

[yurucreature]

Too hot to exist.

[yurucreature]

Hunting.

[anomalousmoth]

I want to write something, but I don't know what. (Fatigue and general chronically ill things have been keeping me distracted and unmotivated). Does anyone have any requests? Smutty and non-smutty, I don't mind either way.

[akijaline]

King of Roses.

I wanted to finish all my unfinished sketches before post this, but I need to show everyone that I'm still alive.

[hodaiasu]

✦ Lava slime boy is pathetically in love with you.

Ugly ass sketch I'm so sorry—

You found him in the depths of a dungeon—a tiny slime of molten rock, so insignificant that most adventurers wouldn't even bother killing. But something about him caught your eye.

He started following you after that, incinerating your trash with a satisfied sizzle, cleaning up your mess like a loyal stray. You talked to him, fed him scraps, and watched him wobble with eagerness. He couldn't speak back, but he was an eager listener.

He grew.... First came copied words, then limbs, then a silhouette that began to mirror yours. Maybe he absorbed more than just your scraps—maybe he absorbed you in a way he wanted to be human too, to be appealing to you.

Before long, he wasn't a blob anymore. He had shoulders, a face, eyes like cooling embers. He became your fierce protector, melting anything that dared threaten you.

He named himself Ignis. Why? Because it suited him, obviously—duh.

And it wasn't just his appearance that burned hot—his attitude followed suit. He got demanding! Possessive, Spicy.

“Y/N! I explicitly told you not to linger by that pond and gawk at those ugly water slimes!” His voice crackled with jealousy, molten eyes flaring with every word.

But at the end of the day, Ignis was still that clumsy, lovable creature you'd found. He just happened to have the powers to incinerate anyone who crossed him.

While I'm writing this I can't sleep cuz I live in a terrible place with neighbors who have their music blasting, that are drunk asf, shouting and using drugs... So I'm going to write imagines till i feel better! This is just one of the ones I wrote.

[thatweirdbottleofgenderfluid]

I tried to look through my drafts to see if I had any words of value in there to post, only to just end up scrolling through 31 extremely vague vents

Why are words so challenging ughhhh i have so much I wanna say but i always just find a way to seem like I'm complaining when I try to string them into sentences, even if that was not my original intention