The witch glances back at the doll who saved her life.
Whose very frame is beginning to crumble into dust.
She dashes toward it, taking up its faltering body in her arms.
But she can't save it.
She couldn't save it before.
She can't save it now.
After all.
It was already dead.
But why, now, of all times, would its spirit have chosen to reappear again to her -
Why would it choose to sacrifice its lingering will to preserve her -
The doll hushes her with a crumbling hand.
"This is your story, not mine."
"Tell a wonderful story for me."
Chelster (chalk Elster) says trans rights
Drew this while my friends were being too loud in the VC
! this user loves illegal immigration, abortions, and sex change operations !
*gives you a little smooch on the cheek*
you did good today
rb to explode a terf ^_^ nonrefundable ^_^
oh so shes packing
you act like a dog i’ll treat you like a dog in the sense that if you do something cute i’m gonna go “hiii puppy!!! hello!!!! hi darling!!!! hi sweetheart!!!!!!!! so cuteee!!!!! my little puppy!!!”