Blake Pudding

I’m Blake—and yes, that can be a girl’s name. Do I really need to clarify that? I was a goth chick… until I died. I think I died? This might just be one long, drug-fueled overdose hallucination about gods, monsters, and magic. Fun stuff. But no—this feels too real. Probably. Anyway, my soul got yoinked into a realm of nightmares and stuffed into a sticky, screaming eldritch horror called a Black Pudding. Not exactly the afterlife I had in mind, but hey—I make it work. Tentacles, magic, sadistic hunger… yum. This is the story of how I became a living nightmare—a divine abomination with a taste for blood, corpses, and oh-so-yummy intestines. Also, there’s this ridiculously hot vampire princess I may or may not be in love with. Or unhealthily obsessed with. Whatever—don’t judge. Maybe, at its gooey black heart, this is a love story. A messed-up, blood-drenched, insanity-riddled love story. There’s violence. Stalker-level romance. Screaming. And the voices in my head? They’re loud. And only getting louder. Welcome to my afterlife. It’s got madness. It’s got murder. And it’s got a whole lot of me. Enjoy… or I’ll eat you.