The Poetic Boymoder vs. Insane Mutant Dog-headed Glaive Warrior
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The Poetic Boymoder vs. Insane Mutant Dog-headed Glaive Warrior
Hey man, I saw your living weapon staring at its reflection. You might wanna get that looked at
Yeah, your emotionless tool of destruction is beginning to develop a sense of self. Probably nothing to worry ‘bout though
How can I get a full time job as the wandering stranger that comes into town and gets by on odd jobs and has their face partially obscured by a hood and/or cowboy hat
Grave offerings and burying the dead with tools and goods is actually such a deeply human thing to do. It's not really even necessarily about how much you believe in a literal afterlife or them taking the tools with them. It's also just going Wait, I'm Not Done Taking Care Of You, let me make you one more pair of socks so your feet won't be cold when you go wherever it is where I can't follow.
Lord of Barovia by Tatiana Krstic
fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning
The Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers, J.R.R Tolkien
the lighthouse on fire at night crudely retains its functionality by chance. not for too long though
my loved ones talking about me in a true crime documentary after I’m murdered: he was a miserable bastard. he had a way of pissing people off by standing there. the police asked if he had any enemies and we said ‘everyone’
Battle of Cesme at Night (1848) by Ivan Aivazovsky
Im weighing in on the discourse. We need to start putting sea monsters on maps again.
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.
and it’s me
make sure to exhibit all the signs of evil corruption in the medical waiting room
they need to make surgery for emotions