THE LIGHT IS BLISTERING!

if a vampire were to steady my throat by wrapping their hand around it and maneuvering it so that they can feed from my neck i don’t think they would get anything. On account of all of the blood immediately rushing down to my

The divine right of kings but it's a curse

You will wear the crown, you have no choice, the spikes growing on your head have a metal sheen to them and coalesce into a mock halo. You will command, for your voice is a terrible thing, you are a terrible thing. You will be just, and you will be fair, for any grievances you cause to your people scar your body and leave lasting pain and false promises sizzle on your tongue like hot oil. Your god is watching and it won't forget what your ancestor did and it won't let you go

Hey you know how I rejected the flesh, and then the machine, and then the divine? But it was all supplented by decay itself? Has anyone tried becoming one with the rot?

FUCK

Soooo ok. Decay can only exist when there is something to decay. So yeahhh, turns out the rot is an extant form of flesh.

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.

Characters who are yellow coded not as in joy and optimism but, rather, yellow as in the first color the human eye will notice, plastered over hazard signs and school buses. Yellow as in a light so bright it burns. Yellow as in illness and disease, just waiting to infect. Yellow as deception, a cover up for something with teeth and claws and malice. Can anyone hear me

check it out, i jsut made blood and flesh actually kind of sexual and epic. I put a bit of catholic vocabulary in there as well, "the divine" makes an appearence. itslike if romance and death was eating.... well... you get the picture. do you like it? do you? what if i showed you another one? what if i showed you this one? what if i showed you the first one again? what if i showed you another? what about this one? what if i included more raw meat and reference to biting and teeth in it? its good right? ok let me explain its like if, love meat consume godly fuck possession blood gnaw kill each other sexual. yes?

The dichotomy between ocs is so funny. Sometimes you're coaxing them out of the recesses of your mind like "pspspsps here sweetie dont be shy why don't you come tell me more about yourself" and sometimes its like there's a guy in here with you and he's punching the walls

they can’t even stop you from thinking about your OC’s on the clock. they can’t take this away from you

every time someone gets invested in another person's oc an angel gets its wings

me putting my OC through the agonies again: he suffers because of his beauty. how sad. oh well.

having a blorbo is like. he’s in my head. he’s in there. crawlin around. don’t know how to get him out of there. there he is.

mortifying ordeal of commissioning people like yeah here’s my stupid fuckingg OC guess. he’s a gay little guy. whatever . please don’t look at him thankyou so much. *paypals you 3billion*

Immortal? No no you misheard. I'm *amortal.* I was never born and I will never die but I have always been. My existence is constant and unchanging and has been since the beginning of time. Common mistake