TMA 159 - Martin: “I really loved you, you know,”
Art of @kyler-yaps ‘s oc Mitchel !! He’s so Lonely-coded. So Martin-coded. I love him so muchhh

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Vietnam

seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from Spain

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
TMA 159 - Martin: “I really loved you, you know,”
Art of @kyler-yaps ‘s oc Mitchel !! He’s so Lonely-coded. So Martin-coded. I love him so muchhh
*subjecting myself to increasingly more sad and closer to home scenarios and stopping and taking notes after each one every few times a month like im a science experiment* mhmmm yes yes
Looks Served by The Flesh [3]
Aka if the Flesh were human.
I'm sorry but the first thing I could think of was the tons of cannibal jokes (I'm looking at you, Hannibal).
They have TONS of friends and are one of those people that seem to see you as YOU. No prejudices or inhibitions at all. After all, you're just a piece of flesh to them, just another snack. Extremely health conscious and don't indulge in vices because the flesh must be kept pure. Also watch cooking shows as a hobby. A really INTENSE hobby. Seriously. You cannot change the channel ever.
The funny thing about them is their colour. Someone who only dresses in browns and deep reds and prefers their face in the same way. Pick at their face until gashes form because they saw a small irregularity there and it was MARRING the flesh.
Somehow befriends cats and crows wherever they go. Treats in the pocket? Or is it that faint coppery smell that surround them?
Raspy laugh and voice that is so satisfying to listen to. No jewellery unless you count tiny bone shaped clips that hold their hair back. The seller at the fair had told them they were partly made of ear ossicles and they were instantly obsessed.
Gender is whatever you want it to be. My treat.
This is the type of song they would play in the ant tunnels in Mag 184
As the days go by
And the leftovers rot on my dusty table
I slowly accept the ants that consume my room
And eventually me
i did it
im in the lonely
13 October