the urge to make ocs of a god and their special little mortal (soldier? priest? jester?) so i can put them in situations (healthy relationship) (ritual sacrifice)
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You drank a snake oil salesman’s drink only for it to make you actually immortal in the old west now 300 years later you see that same salesman
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hey did you know that uhh
i. the monster's body is a cultural body
ii. the monster always escapes
iii. the monster is the harbinger of category crisis
iv. the monster dwells at the gates of difference
v. the monster polices the borders of the possible
vi. fear of the monster is really a kind of desire
vii. the monster stands at the threshold… of becoming
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“Hello,” she said in a voice so husky it could pull a dogsled.
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I love that their office in Port Townsend was just an ironing board
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The thing that gets me about Charles' response to Edwin's confession is that that is not a man saying no, that is a man saying "I love you the most in every other aspect of my life. Give me time to find out if, maybe, I can love you the most in this one, too."
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Please for the love of god let Edwin say twink
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dead boy detectives. fun show.
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edwin's IMMEDIATE glance at charles was so fucking funny helpkhjfsdgkhjfdf
+ bonus bc im losing my minndddddd lmaooo
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Of course I had to draw the new coolest ghoul in town!!!
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