Oh characters doomed from the start we’re really in it now

Well my life is fucked i lost my only special toy

the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3

I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godhood is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

Another day of being a sweetiepie. Just clocked in

Relationships that have real king/lionheart energy, that whole “I have sworn myself wholly to you, I am your sword arm, I am your dog” to someone else’s “you are the one person in this world I can rely on, and I am both bolstered and burdened by your absolute faith in me” vibe, but it’s in circumstances that are like. so low stakes. Manager of a movie theater/the one usher who doesn’t smoke weed at work.

Took a risk and it paid off

In person or over txt my beautifull mrs is always saying to me sweet nothings

Today's aesthetic is cassette futurism

Till death do us part? Yea no you’re not getting out of this that easily

don't care what year it is. blood in a porcelain sink is always in

ok now draw him writhing around on the floor whimpering and bleeding

came back from the codependent homoerotic friendship wrong

love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)

situationships and talking stages are OUT passionate obsessive all-consuming soul ties and love affairs are IN