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Your soul stained my shoulders. My whole life smells like you. This will take time, undoing you from my blood.
Sorry I gotta call out of work I have to go mourn the bestest little robot there ever was
thank you, key ❤️ (trans.)
Haven't posted in a hot minute, so here's a super quick Secret Life Pearl for the people (i do not draw her enough to have a concrete design)
I'm cooking something up behind the scenes, just gotta psyche myself up for designing 4 more characters before I babble about it on here :]
Shadowsan: why do you have a knife?
Carmen: I complimented Player and he nearly started crying so I'm going to go fist fight his dad in a denny's parking lot at 3 am
He watched him, as he watched every of his creation. Every weary soul, screaming and struggling or silent and given up, every layer of a brain and every membrane of suffering was taken into consideration when Jonah was in power. And this time he was hunched over his desk in a study filled with broken, ill-fitted oddities observing the line of a body, once so healthy and filled with life slowly rotting away, unable to fall asleep. How many hours did he already lay like this? And with this question embedded in mind he appeared in a corner of a room, an elegant man, dressed in black suit. A blurry image, rather an obeisance to the proper creation of The Almighty then anything else. "Sebastian Moran." he spoke calmly, his voice soft and pleasant.
Closed starter for @youarebeingobserved
Sebastian didn’t know what to do, it was as though his entire world was a rug and it had been ripped out from under his feet, sending him spiraling down, down, never to reach rock bottom of the unending pit of darkness. He spent his days in bed, trying and failing to sleep, unless he had passed out at the end of the night before, drinking himself into a coma, waking up, or more often, getting up, around nightfall and going until he finds a bottle of something alcoholic and starting the process over. Jim had been his entire life, and now he’s gone at his own hand and hadn’t taken Sebastian with him the way he had so often assured him he would. Because there is no Sebastian Moran without Jim Moriarty. Just a broken, shell of a man.