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Me: im not going to start a tua comic when i have so many comic WIPs for other fand-

Me: *already storyboarding*

#luna ramblings #gdi luna #i have 4 comms and 3 comics to draw and yet #here i am

“ i think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck ”

Sometimes she so very wondered if her being could be seen, if the truth could be known. If it were possible to see through learned pretenses and built walls that saw the wretch for what she truly was. Did the auburn-tressed man with eyes of a deadly chatoyant and irradiated green see what ticked and tocked beneath the rubbery thing called flesh? A cross? What cross? No, it wasn’t a cross. It was the dead. The millions dead from childhood, from Insomnia. The weight of people brainwashed into dying, washed away on the Styx and carried on to Gehenna. Except, her oil-blood was no river and trapped the dead like pits of tar, craning and screaming in the drowned, old heat. They reminded her of her misdeeds, the fallacy of her holy burden she was too tainted to bear. Begrudgingly tolerated by gods too eager to rid of her, for being the catalyst for their fallen sister. Maybe he was a holy executioner, too divine and rough and jagged to be mortal was he. Perhaps her foul-fleshed being would be the whetstone his bloodied blade would taste something wretched, something rotting and putrid. The dead–the dead would be free, finally. Those millions who haunted her. Those millions crying for redemption had been heard. Judge, jury, executioner. There was no need for more. “There’s no cross. Only the burial grounds of the unwilling and haunted dead, sir.”

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