Apr 14, 2025
He is not having any of Bill's shenanigans. / ft. @deciphver
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He is not having any of Bill's shenanigans. / ft. @deciphver
Mora whenever it gets compared to Lovecraft: That bitch wouldn't be anywhere without me. I made him what he is and wasn't even given proper credit
If he couldn't be haunted by the demons of his past, that'd be great.
@deciphver SAID: "ITS PRIDE MONTH. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!"
" Huh - what? ... Do you want us to like... make gay portals? What? "
drew up some designs & notes for the au me and @deciphver are brainrotting over! <33
dancin! / @deciphver
@deciphver SAID: "DID YOU MISS ME? ADMIT IT, YOU MISSED ME!" :)
“ N-no... “ It feels like an old wound is seared open, eyes wide as the man steps back into the tree—as if that could do anything for him now. It already felt like he'd been submerged in a neverending nightmare, doomed to witness his newfound friends severed to pieces by whatever presence haunts these trials. And to feel a very cold part of him that he could never find himself to acknowledge, or remember. No, his past has followed him, after all this time, and it wants blood. She's done it on purpose, the man chides, seeing what had once been his Muse before him fashioned to that of the Grim Reaper. And he a toy tethered between realities. “ Not you... “
@deciphver / cont!
How intriguing. The word doesn't even seem to do this new development justice, an amused grin stretched across his face as he studies the article before him. There's an eb and flow to this interaction he can't quite place, but it's familiar; OH, it's familiar... and in all the worst ways. The man paces around the demon, regarding him with gleeful curiousity. Then, he stops, arms folded behind his back as the cloak bristles in the breeze.
“ What you've seen? “ he inquires with a tilt of his head, eyes bright for clarification. Omniscence? He supposes it all continues to ring true. A smirk crosses his lips. “ What's your dimension like? “