smoke demons

You know how demons in Supernatural are really black (or red, in some cases) smoke, sinuously slithering into someone’s body to control them? I often feel like that myself, like I should be able to drift out of my body and fly through the air and then find a host and, in the words of Abaddon, “blow smoke up your ass.”

Creepy idea

My brain just gave me a creepy idea for a monster: sentient mice that chew through the back of human heads, burrowing into their brain, and keeping them alive and aware but unable to control their actions.

PETITION TO ADD THIS RACE/CREATURE TO NIGHT VALE.

I am truly weird.

Dream containing horrible, hideous, flesh-eating monster ripping human throats out and devouring their corpses: Pleasant entertainment.

Dream with human serial killer threatening my family: wake up screaming, in cold sweat, have PTSD-type flashbacks for weeks.

I have, in fact, had dreams where I *was* a horrible, hideous, flesh-eating monster that was eating humans. And those dreams please me.

Slenderman is my homie

People who are afraid of monsters confuse and amuse me. Monsters have always comforted me. The scarier-looking they were, the nastier they were, the more I loved them, and still do. I have a shape-shifting monster as my guardian spirit. I wanted to be a monster growing up so I could chew off the heads of anyone who dared bully me, or rip their abdomen open and laugh as they scream with their guts in their hands. Monsters speak to my soul, resonate in my heart.

Most think monsters are ugly. I find them beautiful. The bigger, the scarier, the creepier, the nastier they are, the more beautiful they are. You say "hideous" and "deformed," I say "darkly beautiful," and "gorgeously asymmetrical." You say "pulsating, oozing pustules," I say "slick, throbbing nodules." You say "necrotizing venomous bite," I say "COOL!" You fear a Wraith queen, I want to be a Wraith and be her mate.
Monsters: I am obsessed.