#corpsejack-fr

how did you know that my anxious impulse is to vore my writing utensils

For such a brightly lit place, there are a lot of shadows in the Cathedral- but today is special. Today, she is the one stood in the spotlight. A crown of bones, jutting, fresh. Viscera drips down the hollow of her neck but today, that is a celebration. There are tiny bones in a bracelet around her thin wrists, hooked claws with skin still trapped beneath. A long, red dress of silk, already slick with blood; the hem trails grotesquely. A wet slop of sound as it follows her quick and light strides, from the light and into the day- today, the smell of death is to be cheered for. Today, as she turns her tail to gouge holes into her smiling, excited opponents; today, she feels pain when her ribs are struck, a resounding crack when the crowd holds their breath and she grins with blood wet teeth, she grins and grins and grins- and she holds the red banner into the sky, triumphant.

YOU LEAVE MY CLOCK OUT OF THIS

DO NOT COMPLIMENT THEM

I bought a bunch of dragons for gene projects but i’ve finally realized i don’t keep treasure long enough that I will never use them plus the one guy im using for a breeding pair is ugly AF but makes great babies but takes up room in my lair i die 

why people should never, ever, ask me how i feel about their charries, my charries, any charries. never.

I think I’ll take a page out of @jollyroger-fr book and post some updated information about the Lythistirum later today. :O