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hi caleb hi very fitting name!!! the wizardd
the wizaaaaaarddddd
Thank u tho <3333
1. show us the plants peet
THIS ISNT EVEN ALL OF THEM i’m normal about plants i swear(i’m not)(i bought two more yesterday .(
stim hcs! brian whirs and taps his fingers on his own plating, ivy has one of those lil spinny bead rings, jonny chews on Everything, tim has a fidget cube because he has fired a gun on accident while futzing with the trigger, raph rouses her wings when she's excited, marius flaps his hands (yes his metal hand has gone shooting off because of this), nastya traces her fingers over aurora's textured paneling, the toy soldier drums on things, and ashes clicks their tongue
@alientoastt does splendid wonderful art yet won’t post this to their blog but told me to post it instead so it stays out their art tag
og meme:
ok i know the logic for the monster falls thing is like. witch curse. and thats very good and funny and i love it but my brain will not stop trying to inject fallen angel imagery onto jonny because. name
OOHHHH HELL YEAH THATS SICK
"My dear and sweet and stupid friend, I love you," says the man without a dog, "I love you- do you want to know why?" The painter
nods, “Yes. Why?”
The man without a dog whispers, “Just like this- because you are nothing.” and smiles, gently, with his blood-red lips. The painter isn’t sure he can believe it, but warm inner vertigo encompasses him: “If that is how he sees me,” he thinks, “Then maybe he is right.”
The painter wakes with the taste of bile in his mouth. He is cold, and his stomach is a raw wound. There is no one else in his room with him, it is empty: the sheets are cold, he is cold, and it is dark outside. He doesn’t want to go back to sleep, he doesn’t want to dream. He sits in the kitchen and holds his head in his hands. The shadow of this nightmare will not leave him.
you're not too thirsty and i think your Make Me Mended invented love actually
i am careful to curate a non-h*rny tumblr experience these days but it comes out in my Brian-related tags sometimes. also I am sitting on the next chapter of make me mended like a broody lil angst chicken right now :) JUST YOU WAIT :)