Oh Lord, It's Been Happening To You Too? Dang, That's Weird.

Oh lord, it's been happening to you too? Dang, that's weird.

Honestly I was just worried that I'd maybe been blocked for some reason lmao thank goodness

But anyway it started working for me again a few hours ago, hooray 🥳 (Seriously Tumblr must be high or something lmao)

Hello there!

If you're wondering who the heck typing this, this is BezierBallad ^^ I really enjoy a lot of the content you post, especially your Dadbastian stuff and your OCs!

I'm typing this from one of my sideblogs because I've been experiencing weird glitches that prevent me from interacting with your blog when I'm logged into my other one. (Whenever I try to visit your blog as BezierBallad I get the ghost blog page.) I'm not 100% sure why.

Hope you're having a good day! 💜

Oh lord I'm so sorry about that, I've delt with seeing "ghost blogs" too when I've clicked on a blog, even though I can see the post FROM that blog clear as day, and so whatever the hell Tumblr intended "ghost blogs" to be, it sounds stupid, and I'm hoping that stops happening fgdhjyfku

But AAAA so glad you like my stuff, thank you so much for letting me know!!! I love so much getting feed back, its why I come up with all the silly things I do!! 🥰🥰🥰

"What I'm doing is wrong, I know it's wrong, but I'm gonna do it anyway." —The Mysterious Mr. Enter.

They Think They Are Monsters

He was used and abused at only eleven human years. His family destroyed. His remaining brother used to summon me. Some days he does believe his rage is justified. Some days he looks startled after ordering me to kill for him and seeing the results. Or after a mission is fully over he will sit for hours thinking on what transpired. The times that he held up a man made weapon and pulled the trigger. With no hesitation.

He was experimented on. Likely stolen away from a family. He now has the power to crush other humans twice his size. He gets scared and tears up. He becomes the child he truly is when he messes up and runs to me. He forgets in those emotional moments his own abilities and clings to me, squeezing my human form. I feel even my own muscles and bones near cracking under his strength. He cries about this too but he still seeks comfort in the process.

She was raised not as a girl but as a weapon. With her eyes she was perfect for killing others' enemies instantly, cleanly, without anyone having known a young girl was the culprit. She grew to love that gun, I know. To know it as a certainty. If what had happened hadn't happened she would have.. could have taken out the ones who raised her.

His family was killed, and he let his rage consume him; fuel him. Help him survive, from battle to battle, endlessly killing, whether it was still justified or not, he could not stop... He wanted to survive, but regretted it. Likely expecting one day he would drop dead. But he was indeed almost on the brink of eating another human's body if it meant carrying on with his personal mission of destruction.

They are all humans.

No matter how I describe them. All the gorey details. They are still humans. Beings on this earth with souls.

I sense them. I can see them. I know them.

That's how I know all of these things about them.

For I am not a human.

I am a demon.

I am a monster.

And my entire agenda is taking human souls.

They are my kinds food source.

I use my ability to read their entire lifes worth of tragedy and grief, fear and rage, to convince them I am a trusted ally.

That I would never kill them.

I understand how they feel.

I am a monster.

They believe I am a fellow human.

They still think, though, that they are horrible wretches for various reasons.

They amuse me. They infuriate me.

They are useful to me.

They are not monsters at all.

They are humans.

But...

They are my humans.

Don’t really have much to say I just think he would eat these books up

Man I love how Lawrence's picture goes all out with crazy lighting and shading, yet Yana didn't even bother coloring in Herman 😭