i see your goblin core aesthetics and i raise you: lichcore
have you been: killed but refused to die? assiduously raising yourself from the dead for years and years and? gnawing on your own bones for sustenance? congratulations, very lichcore of you
some lichcore things:
teeth like loose change
grave goods, coins, embalmed organs
an acceptance of hauntings
taste of metal in your mouth
fungi
worms
all life that is uncomfortably close and hard to love
the cloying rot of overripe fruit
gem-encrusted gold leaf opulence
seriously. look like a vanitas painting but miss me with that puritan shit
salt and incense







