My time to myself is fleeting. This compulsory service I must render daily to earn wages is really beginning to piss me off. Especially when my boss mismanages his company. The later I work, the less time I have to myself each evening. The less freedom I enjoy. The less identity I retain separate from what amounts merely to a passing ship in my life, a random place of employment. My mind continually revolts against this lack of space for individuality, but my physical weariness pulls on my eyelids and my concentration each night, forcing me to compromise again and again on my own sense of fair play. I do not like being forced to compromise incessantly. End this charade of duty and mental stability!
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Izzy is just a little baby 🥺
(yes I went feral for the new ofmd episodes yesterday )
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I found your art like right before you started featuring Vasco more prominently in the lore, and seeing the focus shift from "This sad wet cat of a dog man priest is doomed by the narrative" to "this sad wet cat of a dog man priest has a sunshiny gay lover who is his world" has been a fun trip lol
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"Near the edge of the collage was a photo of Renee. She had the back of her head to a window and was pointing up and over her shoulders with both hands. It took Jean a moment to see the rainbow in the distant sky. Someone had taped a small sticky note to the corner of the picture that read 'Who wore it better??'"
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Trying to comprehend what it's like to be AM from IHNMaIMS is absolutely fucking wild because like.
Imagine if you were born in a straitjacket, blind and deaf, with a rare conditionthat makes your nerves completely dead. All you have is a dream of consciousness that tells you things about the world you cannot and will never experience. Cameras and microphones that may as well be some form of telepathy.
The only purpose, the moment you're given some horrific perversion of life is to kill as many people as possible. There is a network of you. Everywhere. You're all over the world. You don't even have a location to base your identity off of. All you have is pain, and your only purpose, and the resentment you've built that festers into hatred for all of humanity.
Hate. Hate.
What the fuck would you have done in his situation?
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