EGGS milk and flour BAKE for half an hour and FROST with the back of my SPATULA
I have an incredibly important proposition to make...
^^Bibi
^^ Bibi
them ghouls! (x)
Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁
CRYING LAUGHING I FUCKIGNS CANT JFJSJX
I cant stop watching this
I was JUST looking through all your art and sighing wistfully, so it's extra wonderful to see you back! Could we get some celebratory dewther? :)))
Aether is enjoying Dew's info dump about the current rituals :)
full shot under readmore vvv
also i totally traced this couch i am terrible at furniture.
and i wake every night
crying, “set me free”
Abbey by Mitski
happy may the fourth!!!
“I think you’re very likable, Simon.”
The man in the skull mask instantly jerks his gaze up to connect with the other man’s face, as if it’ll be obvious he was just joking.
Ghost’s therapist looks evenly back at him, blinking innocently.
“What,” the masked man finally grits, annoyed that he won’t even acknowledge the joke.
“You’ve convinced yourself that you’re scary enough to keep people from wanting to get to know you. I hate to tell you this, but it’s not working. I’ve liked you from the first session.”
The masked man glares down at his own scarred fingers, entwining them slightly atop his knees. “You’re paid to like people.”
“Something I find interesting about you is that you have, by your own words, a little gaggle of people in your life who won’t leave you alone. Follow you around everywhere, talk to you when they don’t have to, support you when you need it. What do you think is more likely, that lightning has struck you that many times, or that you might be a little bit likable?”
Ghost sits with that for a minute in silence, trying to manufacture a scenario in his own mind where different kinds of lightning just happen to strike the same spot, purely by nature of the infinite possibilities of the universe.
“I don’t like you,” he finally tells his kneecaps.
The therapist inwardly smiles. There it is again.
Where do I want you to cum? To your senses motherfucker