Dec 18, 2024
a heavy/garfield mood board (*´∀｀*)
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a heavy/garfield mood board (*´∀｀*)
*Heavy shoves something up his ass while thinking of Medic* "I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
It’s that time of year to wallow in the loss of the USSR, the greatest country the world has ever seen. Perhaps there will be a more hopeful post from me tomorrow, on the official anniversary of the loss, but tonight, everything looks bleak.
Were all of the wars we fought in, all of the revolutions we fueled, all of the comrades lost…
Was all of that effort for nothing? Has it become impossible for the constant struggle of the proletariat against its oppressors to turn into anything other than the status quo until the planet withers away?
Yet all a man can do is watch the world deteriorate while trying to distract himself.
Did I drink too much…? I shouldn’t be getting like this.
Though I guess it makes sense.
Sleep well, comrades, and may the workers of the world unite.
It is always there.
Waiting.
I hate thinking that everyone I know would hate me for the things I did as a ghoul. It scares me.
It isn't Edwin that's given me nightmares for over a century. It isn't Edwin that I see in my darkest moments. It isn't Marco, it isn't Prince Jonah or any of the other Camarilla assholes who made my unlife miserable with their bullshit.
It is the human man who was *supposed* to take care of me. Who was supposed to *protect* me but instead stripped me of my innocence and taught me to be neither seen nor heard if I could help it. It is the man I married, who fucking MURDERED ME. Shoved me out a third floor window because I told him I was leaving him -- after six years of abuse.
But a hunter wouldn't bother with either of them. No, because they were *human*. They weren't "monsters", they were men.
And I, who have dedicated my fucking unlife to bringing love and kindness to this world, to making my city safer, would be hunted down and killed.
Because somehow, in their estimation, *I* am the greater monster.
I could make so many posts about how maybe we should all keep our crimes to ourselves. But I don't feel like drawing attention right now. I've got work to do.
HEAVY x MEDIC
Pat - Heavy
Paige - Medic