#monstrocity

So I don't think he likes delivery very much.

Panel reviewing Trump’s $400m White House ballroom postpones vote

The post-game bosses waiting for you to move so you're in range of their attacks:

Zyguss: "I threw away my weaker self for this...now I have nothing to lose..."

Ah... I wouldn't say that. I've always really wanted to help people. Ever since I was a kid it's almost felt like an obligation I guess? Like because I can help that I should help?

Maybe it speaks to some deep issues or something. I'll probably need therapy eventually. Who knows.

One night Axe was in the haze of sleep, arms wrapped around Ellie holding her. he could hear her heart beat. Calm and steady as she rested.

She smelled so sweet as she always did. His dreams had been intense. Filled with biting flesh. Tearing. Eating. There she was and that voice inside told him to consume her as it did many times in the past few weeks. In this state he couldn't resist. He didn't want to resist. Ellie woke to the feeling of his tongue on her neck. She immediately started to realize what was going on. Tried to call out to him. Get through to him. But the Axe she could reason with wasn't there. Much worse the pepper spray she kept with her for emergency situations like this was tucked away in her bag. They'd been safe for so long she'd stopped keeping it near by a long time ago

That's what he bit into her. Hard.

She fought and tried harder to reason with him, only resulting in him biting harder, with the crack of bone

She managed to put her horn to good use and stab him in the eye hard enough to startle him and make him let go.

Things were going pretty alright for a while. Casual. Ellie would come back to stay at Axe's apartment for the most part on the weekends and they got in a nice rhythm.

At first things were okay but with Axe being back on his meds, he definitely noticed a difference. He was in a deep haze again. He wanted to be himself... to be a good boyfriend. But he found himself barely able to respond and he hated that.

He slowly started to lower the dose of his sedative. Just a bit at first. Ellie didn't need to know. He just wanted to be more awake. He wanted to be more of a person. He wanted to be who she liked. She seemed to enjoy it too as when she came to visit he started surprising her with attention.

He was still feeling a little groggy though... it was so tempting to keep on lowering the dose. As the weeks went on he kept going down... until one day he stopped taking them all together. He told himself again that Ellie didn't need to know. He didn't need the sedatives. He was okay. He could handle this.