Midnight Pals: Monster Romance (Patreon)

John Wiswell: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the story of the monster romance
Clive Barker: hell yeah some monster fucking
Wiswell: no no no
Wiswell: not monster fucking
Wiswell: monster ROMANCE

Barker: wait what
Barker: what's the difference
Wiswell: well instead of fucking
Wiswell: there's going to be hand holding
Wiswell: the exchanging of knowing glances
Wiswell: perhaps some complicated victorian fan code

Wiswell: this is monster romance
Wiswell: with come hither glances
Wiswell: strategically dropped handkerchiefs
Wiswell: sapphic, ace/aro, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, hurt/comfort, identity porn

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers
Clive Barker: john is telling a monster fucking story
Shelley: oh hell yeah
Wiswell: i keep telling you
Wiswell: its not monster fucking
Wiswell: it's monster romance
Shelley: thats great, i could stand to hear some monster fucking
Wiswell: no its

Wiswell: so there's this slime monster named shesheshen
Wiswell: which is a perfectly good monster name
Wiswell: she's named after the sound of muttley laughing in wacky races

Wiswell: now shesheshen eats people
Wiswell: but she falls in love with this human so she can't eat her
Wiswell: because, when you love someone, you don't eat them
CB Blanchard: well, that doesn't make a lick of sense

Wiswell: so the monster is all in love with a human
Wiswell: but there's a complication
Wiswell: the human's family is anti-monster
Wiswell: in fact, they are monster hunters
Wiswell: highly problematic

Wiswell: the monster falls in love with a lady named homily
Wiswell: now she has to deal with homily's family
Wiswell: Lecture, Sermon, Dissertation
Wiswell: and the twins
Wiswell: Monologue and Soliloquoy

Wiswell: the monster is all like 'wow, human, we are very different'
Wiswell: 'but perhaps, in another way, we are very much the same'
Wiswell: 'perhaps we can live and learn and laugh... as a family'
Barker: when do we get to the monster fucking
Wiswell: i already addressed this