#aurthor

small equius doodle.

i like to think that, though it doesn't often grow cold enough to actually snow where they live, the temperature still drops enough to warrant his coat change.

i also like to think that when he was younger, he was still able to hold aurthour without hurting him, because it's cute.

Author: "He also said he'd kill me and reclaim you"

John: "let him try"

On first one picture A quick sketch of Grimdark Equius.The Void Player got talking with the horrortettors about his guilt, and they claimed him for themselves. He speaks using messed-up horse pictures and indecent words 💯♐‼️

you were brave to carry the weight of silence when your cries went unheard. brave to grieve the absence of people who were still alive—still breathing, still walking, still choosing not to love you the way you needed. i remember the night you lay there, eyes wide open in the dark, when the world felt too heavy, and yet you faced it anyway. its embrace wasn’t warm; it was cold and sharp, like a hug laced with thorns. but still, you reached out, hoping it would hold you.

you survived mornings that felt like battles and days that dragged like chains around your feet. you endured without a hand to hold, without the kiss you kept waiting for from the people who never came. and still, you kept going. you were so brave—so brave to fight wars you never asked to be in, to walk barefoot through pain, letting the sharpness teach you strength. brave enough to bleed and not call it weakness, to break and still find the courage to build yourself again.

to my younger self, i’m sorry you had to be strong so soon. i’m sorry the world didn’t see the child still inside you. but i see you now. and i love you—deeply, endlessly, wholly. you were so brave.