#textphelia

the way scythes have become associated in fiction w some kind of Ultimate Weapon archetype peeves me bc the whole point of the grim reaper having one is that it is not a weapon. you are not capable of being an opponent to death. you are not a foe that it must best, you are a crop to be inevitably harvested

no more "comedic" novels written by popular tumblr users you're all bad at it

the urge to buy a blind box bjd grisps me once more

hearing the distinct sound of a ball being dribbled outside the window. it's 11 PM. basketball dracula is that you

i hate art that cringes away from itself. you know how you can tell that something is so insecure in its own worth that it preemptively mocks and undermines any potential seriousness bc it is terrified of an audience criticizing it. everything is a joke and everything is ironic and nothing says anything of worth

the answer to the question "how long is decarsias's hair like actually" is "whatever length it needs to be to make the composition of this drawing look cool"