Of course not, why would you worry
(loud machine killing noise just on the outskirts before the lust layer)
You are an angel sent down to Hell every half-century for a routine checkup. One day, you find it completely remade. It is now a luxury resort without a single scream to be heard. When you confront the Big Man, he simply says "Meh, got bored."
The gig economy is so hard when you're a brunette girl that's like 3 inches tall...
Ais doodle/wip~ the initial plan was to do this in watercolor, lets see how it goes...
i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
brain fog is so stupid. Like what do you mean my body is in such rough shape I have nothing but my thoughts but also I can't think?
ill try drawing them in this form again once i leave my art block cell 💔💔
Just some thoughts about leander:tm:
He likes to be in control yeah? to pull the metaphorical strings, he can manipulate people and keep conversations to go in his favour, well what if when he is with MC, Leander catches himself slipping, his laughs become more geniune, less forced, his eyes become softer and shoulders slightly less stiff, he let's himself immerse in the conversation and to his horror he only notices this after mc leaves, the conversations and happenings around wet wick he keeps in check by the back of his mind completely gone from his attention, the control and awarness of his situation he had honed was forgotten all because of one person and leander is afraid of MC and the power they managed to hold over him