Im Normal I Swear! - Blog Posts

writing about cannibals because apparently being one is morally wrong

THE NEW ILLUSTRATIONS FOR THE MERCH HELLO???????????

Watching new installments of media I haven’t Been interested in for 3 years now like an iPad kid time

So I don't necessarily know how I feel about ghoulcy yet,,,, but it's hard to deny the subtext when the show bestowed upon cooper the title of "radiation king" (he so is though) (mr the ghoul) (as in the very first ghoul??) and gave lucy the title "atomic queen" (they were so real for that) (my beloved queen)

Like what are we doing here people

Yes yes normal 🙂‍↕️

daily affirmations: i like him a normal amount. i am not crazy about him. i act totally sane when his name or anything slightly related to his character is mentioned. i am normal.

Remember that I said that maybe I'll post next page of the leshy's backstory??

YEAAAHHH no.

I had a VERY BUSY day so I wasn't able to finish 🥲, I might post a sketch or two of me trying diffreant techniques of drawing and stuff

But for now you guys get part 2 of my Kallamar collection

Here's uhhh- a shrine... In progress.. I swear I'm normal

Also I made myself a shirt and finished the plate

I also got myself a ring that reminds me of Kallamar

Currently I am making a mug with Kallamar and also a tentacle to hold my jewelry which I'll put into the shrine.

So uhhh yeah. I've been told that's called an obssesion... BUT I'M NORMAL ABOUT HIM I SWEAR 😭 (I'm not)

do you ever think about them

oh great my first two posts and it's a shitty google slide png amalgamation and "assplay cougar".

Watching Ivory hide behind Clown when she first meets Serapter is the cutest little thing. I saw someone point out the genuine concern in Clown's voice when he realizes Ivory skipped lunch and I am eating it up

I had a dream where I adopted a baby boy who I adored more than anything. I don’t remember his name or his face or where he came from but I remember that I loved him. In the dream, my mother decided that I was an unfit parent (fair but like. Rude) and insisted that I return him to where he came from. I cried and begged and cradled him to my chest, but she was resolute and had a fair point so I couldn’t argue with her even as she forced me to betray and abandon my son. Obviously as a person with no problems and a normal relationship with my mother this was random and meant nothing at all.

behold, the finished piece ‼️

Take me to church

warnings: angst, brief mentions of sh, homophobia, internalised homophobia, f slur, overall heavy topics. 🥰

a/n: whY AM I WRITING SLAXL 🥲 ts may be the most chronically online thing ive ever done. am i the only one who thinks axl and slash are like mickey and ian and am i also the only one who hates bottom mickey...

i like girls and guys i can say fag go away

enjoy ★

This was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to them. Or at least, that's what Slash thought. Axl and Slash had been secretly dating, but some dickhead soccer player at their school found out and told the entire school. It was bad enough that Slash had long hair, dressed in glam and occasionally painted his nails - he had a 'girlfriend' who was really his best friend who was secretly a lesbian. But now he was out as gay, and out against his will.

It had taken a serious toll on Slash's mental health, so much to the point that he couldn't bring himself to go to school and even took a blade to his skin.

The only thing that seemed good to him was when his mom found out and she was more than accepting. She was having an affair with David Bowie, and while it didn't affect him majorly, it was comforting to know he was accepting too.

As much as it didn't bother Axl, as long as it didn't get back to his parents, seeing how badly it affected the man he loved made him unbelievably angry.

Slash spent as much time as he could ditching class, staying home, or staying with Axl or his 'girlfriend'. Making sure he was never alone in public worked surprisingly well. Nobody came near him when he was with Axl, gay or not, people still avoid a hormonal bipolar teenager.

Of course, he would freak himself out when he he had to walk home. Alone. Axl hadn't been waiting for him at the end of the day like usual, so here Slash was, walking through an alley because it was the quickest way home. It was still light out, and no one was around, so he would be fine. Right?

Wrong.

It was fast. And slow. All at the same time. All it took was one punch for the loud ringing in his ears to start. Someone had grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. Hit. Punch. Shove. Kick. They pulled him up off the ground and shoved him against the wall again.

'Did you really think you'd get away with being a fucking faggot' one of them spat. The word alone hurt, but the way it rolled off his tongue with venom stung. The guy punched him again, he could feel the blood dripping down his face. Slash was more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life.

They weren't showing any signs of stopping any time soon. Was being gay this wrong? Was he truly a bad person?

He was in unbearable pain. He tried everything he could to push them off, but to no avail.

They were genuinely going to beat him to death. He was going to die. He was actually going to die all because of who he loved. That was all he could think about. His final thoughts. Until the guy was pulled off him.

Slash slowly opened his eyes. Before him was Axl beating the shit out of both guys and screaming at them. "Don't you EVER lay your fucking hands on him ever again, understand!?" He was screaming so loud it actually hurt Slash's ears. But what shocked him most was that both guys looked absolutely terrified, maybe even more than Slash.

They nodded and ran away.

Axl turned to Slash, who had since sunk to the ground sobbing and shaking.

Axl kneeled in front of him, cupping his face. "Let me see, let me see..." Slash tried to pull away. He was ashamed. He couldn't stand up for himself. Axl sighed, "it's okay, you're okay... okay? I'm gonna take you home. They're gone. Okay? You're safe. I promise."

Slash was in a state of shock. He was hyperventilating. He was clearly struggling to breathe. "I- they- I was just - and then - and I- walking - and they - attacked -" Axl shushed him, grabbing his face a little more rough than before.

"Breathe."

They sat in the alley for at least half an hour as Slash tried to come down from his panic attack. Axl stayed with him the entire time, doing and saying everything he could to help him relax. He knew Slash was prone to panic attacks. He also knew he was in a great deal of pain, which he could only imagine were making things worse.

As promised, Axl took Slash home. The pair were now sitting in the bathroom, Axl cleaning the blood from his boyfriend's face.

"Do you think this is wrong?" Slash asks carefully. "What, beating people up for being gay? Course it’s wrong, it's a hate crime - " Axl started, but Slash interrupted.

"Not that. This. Us."

Axl froze.

He slowly looked down at Slash. "Is that a serious question?" Slash nodded. "Everyone thinks so. Maybe they're right." Axl scoffs, "you're not serious, are you fucking serious!?"

He nodded again. "I don't think we should be together." Axl stares at him, "don't... don't say that... don't you fucking say that..." Slash gets up and walks out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. "I think you should go. Don't try to call me."

He walks out of the bathroom, leaving Axl standing there completely shocked, hurt, and confused. He leaves Slash's house.

Instead of going home, Axl went to the abandoned house he crashed in when things got particularly difficult at home. While he knew Slash and his mom would always welcome them into their home, he never wanted to worry Slash with the abuse he was enduring at home.

Though, now he felt like he couldn't. Slash had actually broken up with him. When he got 'home', he started breaking everything he could, until he passed out from exhaustion.

Slash walked into his room, crying. He sat down on his bed, reaching for a blade.