[ Non-Believers and Sinners ]

Hello, this is an aesthetic blog for wctchers (formerly known as dcathbook).

Most of the boards I make will be posted here before being reblogged to my actual blog. I may open up the ask blog to take suggestions. Since I may make aesthetic boards for friends and such, as ship aesthetic boards are also something that I will be making.

Be kind, and thanks for stopping by!

- Mun

Whoever left me this note... Clearly wanted me to help them. Hold on d3rlord... I'll find you. No matter what.

When did things turn out so wrong? When did we become distant memories? I lost you before I even had you, And yet we can't help but end up dead together.

Whatever you do at the crossroads... Don't turn left. But if you come across a crossroads... Keep moving forward.

The cosmos is infinite and unending... Just like the pursuit of knowledge. And whoever is able to wield that knowledge... Is a being that cannot be comprehended.

The pursuit of knowledge is a dangerous one, which is why they weren't pursuing it. In fact, it was the ambition of knowing that drove them to new heights and discoveries. Their work also pushed them to figure out and learn new ways to improve. It was that drive that caught the attention of an ambitious god.

Part of me feels bad for Saps. He has no idea what's about to happen to him...

Born in a place of snow and icy, you'd think they had the same demeanor. But you'd be wrong, for they grew up away from all that until they were brought back. Even with the loss of their closest companion, they refused to let their heart freeze over. For they kept the love from their father and their companion close which lit a fire within them.

They couldn’t be any more different, the diplomat and the unknown. The voice of reason and the act of violence. And yet, there was no one better suited to temper their need to move. And no one who could loosen the tension between their shoulders.

It was his duty to protect, to guard the lives of those close to him. He’s always been known at the muscle, the block head, the brawler. But underneath it all, there is more than meets the eye. Do you have what to takes to get past the rough exterior?

Sometimes he wonders why he had been sent here, why him? But then they’re reminded of all the things they learned. The people they’ve met and grown close too. And then they know why.

Everything changed the day those red eyed soldiers attacked... Village burned to the ground and forced to bear the cross. He's certainly been through enough.

It always felt like they were forgetting something, but they tried to write down everything. Just so they never forgot anything important again.

Even with everything that has happened to him, he still tries his best to protect those that matter most. The way that he should have been.

Just a puppet on strings, trying to be free. Used and abused for a god's entertainment. Yet left to face the consequences that they didn't deserve to receive.

It had only meant to be a one time thing, especially since neither of them were ready for a proper relationship. And yet, he couldn't help but admire how she looked in his kitchen with his shirt. And she couldn't help how natural it felt to be wrapped in his arms while she cooked.

Never in her life did she expect to fall for someone, much less someone as bright as him. It had only been inevitable that he fell, thankfully it was someone who would give him a soft place to land.