There should be a rule in live where if you splash just a fuckton of very hot oil on your hand then you get to redo the previous ten seconds to try to avoid that from happening. You should get a do-over for that.
—And as the tides receded, the Mother above reached out to collect what she had once given. The queen’s salvation, the queen’s consolation, the queen’s sweet, dear boy.
66 hours later and finally finished I hope y’all like it :) inspired/ based off “Ivan the terrible and his son Ivan” by Ilya Repin in 1883-1885