
“My flesh writhes with scarlet rot. It is a curse. Not to be meddled with by man.”

“Tended to by the witless pests who worship her, or rather, her rotting sickness, as a god. A wretched fate indeed…the poor girl, she never wished for any of this.”

the settling of lunar dust

Vinyl record that doesn't exist

Did this scene change anyone else's brain chemistry permanently, or

Mama got a pretty lil secondhand baby

This place no longer belongs to you

Throwback to when I painted a Karlach 🔥

Arrival of the pain-eater

Sketchbookery with my new brush pen

Me @ you when you leave little sweetiepie comments on my art and temporarily banish the screaming emptiness of posting