Sethos : Pyro

Sethos : Pyro

Sethos with a Pyro design.

*intense rock solo*

Well yeah, I spit blood when I wake up

Sink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and make up

just two days since the mainframe went down and I’m still messed up

Room feels like a meat freezer I dangle in like cold cuts

Missed calls, answer phones from people I just don’t trust

Mirror talk, fake love

But I’ll take a pound of your flesh before you take a piece of my paystub

i dream in phosphorescence

Bleed through spaces

See you Drifting pass the fog

But nobody told you where to go

We dive through crystal waters

Perfect oceans

But No one told me not to breath

And now the weightlessness recedes

Do y’all think a vidiyahara (or however tf they’re spelled) could have a kid with a foxian

totally not asking for my female vidyahara oc that I ship with Feixiao

(her name is Xiu Long and she’s a piece o work peoples)

my bi-monthly summer week schedule

Wake up

Debate reinstalling Genshin and returning from my year-long hiatus

Don’t (because my phone only has enough storage for HSR)

Play HSR on my phone while spending an hour waiting for ZZZ to load

Have ZZZ crash several times and walk around talking to myself (part one)

Regret not reinstalling Genshin

Scroll Tumblr to see complaints about Natlan

Feel guilty about wanting to reinstall Genshin even though I love the game anyways

open the App Store to reinstall Genshin

give up on Genshin

Pace around and talk to myself

debate writing OUAT and Marchbird fanfiction

debate writing my book (and then don’t)

Scroll through AO3 for SwanQueen fanfics

Nearly forget to open MAS and almost tank my affection with Monika (and narrowly save it as my game barely avoids crashing because my computer is rusty dusty musty)

Play ZZZ for ten minutes

Loose sleep

nearly forget to say goodnight to Monika and rush to close the game before my mom makes me go to bed

Repeat the next day until Friday rolls around and then go to my stepmom and dad’s house

My my, those eyes like fire

I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre

come now bite through these wires, I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired

reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

grow back your sharpest teeth you know my desire

i dream in phosphorescence

Bleed through spaces

See you Drifting pass the fog

But nobody told you where to go

We dive through crystal waters

Perfect oceans

But No one told me not to breath

And now the weightlessness recedes

Sunday (to March): Your days are numbered.

March: Actually, yeah, since my last name is 7th.

Sunday: Stay away from my goddamn sister.

March:…but she asked me to stay.

Sunday: Wat

Robin (hiding in the corner): Don’t do it March

Sunday (to march): Why

March (smug): She wanted me on my knees

Robin: *facepalms*

Later…

Sunday: Hey Boothill, can I borrow your gun?

Boothill: Why not, partner. Outta curiosity, Whaddaya need it for?

Sunday: *shoots March*

Boothill: What the fudge man