"Lipstick claims things." The words from Henrietta clouded Firkle's mind as he finally made his move. As the goth grabbed Ike Broflovski by the shirt, he whispered one thing. "Mine." Then, they kissed. Firkle's purple lips stained Ike's, and Firkle broke away proud. He had just claimed Ike Broflovski, a boy he'd had his eye on for years. COVER DRAWN BY @TOKIMASU

Everyone's in human form! No special abilities! Just humans.

This is nasty lmao