I Want To Be A Bog Body When I Grow Up

[major spoilers for rain world the watcher]

i wanna kiss the roterator from the watcher i think

l,ook at thjem. eldritch horror. huge all consuming monster. will kill you and thank you for letting them do it. kissable.

they keep doing flips while watching me. methinks they're stimming. autism personified i think /pos

i had no idea the rot could be so. gender

the rot consumes the rot consumes the rot consumes the rot consumes the rot consumes the rot consumes the rot consumes (i was literally chanting this out loud as i infected more regions lmao)

STOP CENSORING YOURSELF ON THIS WEBSITE. FUCK SHIT SEX MURDER ALCOHOL DRUGS FAGGOT DYKE QUEER TRANS BITCH SLUT WHORE SEX SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!!!!

We're going down !

The culmination of ~16 hours of work

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.

Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.

“what that mouth do” gnaw on bone and chew through ligaments

ko-fi commission for Autistic Papyrus Lover. thanks for the support!

Icarus wasn’t an idiot, you know.

The rules were explained to him very clearly. He knew where he could and could not go, what heights were forbidden to him, the destination his father Daedalus had crafted for them to make their great escape. Freedom, of a sort. Icarus heard all of this from his father and accepted the conditions.

And Icarus fell.

Tragedy

noun [C or U] /ˈtrædʒ.ə.di/

A story affected by gravity.

It only goes down. It falls. Tragedies have weight to them, characters throw themselves at the sky with wax wings and they drip from their backs and one too many hours pulls their trajectories to the same place, every time. They are inevitable. Characters in a tragedy are objects of pity. Don’t pity us.

Icarus wasn’t an idiot.

He wanted freedom. Real, true freedom, the kind of which is so intoxicating when tasted for the first time that it is worth it even if you are falling for the rest of your life. Not the suffocating half-measure of his father. No machinations. No “what’s best for you”’s. Icarus chose to reach out his hand to Helios and hold it while plummeting into Poseidon’s cool embrace. To live free, like the gods, if only for 10,000 feet.

Icarus wasn’t an idiot, you know.

Icarus got exactly what he wanted.

I must know your most deranged opinion on cereal. For science

We never have milk in the house because we don't really use it for anything so it'd spoil before we're done with it, so I straight-up can't recall the last time I ate cereal. Maybe in 2023?