#heehoooooo

Hmmmmm

I am thinking about slashers iii and iv and all the things they could do

[ID: A traditional drawing of Leah, an original character, peering out of a square hole in the ground. They are a thin white person and are only visible from the neck up. She has a smug catlike expression, a dirty face and hands, and the outline of a handprint on her misshapen throat. The ground around them is colored brown like dirt. End ID.]

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 7 with my absolutely feral, moral compass-less buried avatar Leah :3 I wanted to do something a lot scarier with them but ended up not having the time so. yeehaw

bonus meme bc this is what i was picturing the whole time while drawing:

ages 1-18  –  local rich kid, raised in isolation from other children, withdrawn and a bit awkward. 

ages 18-23  –  working under their family business name (not rocket) and under his mother. more dangerous.

ages 23-30  –  breaks free from his mother’s grasp. tears down the family business. creates rocket. enters his feral street punk phase. lethal in battle.

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a story that ends in blood. The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends. 

an undoing influence. Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

a knife called grief. You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.