headcanons of nefarious otherworldly entities piloting mostly-dead meat machines who cling and grasp onto a vague shadow of self are the way to my heart. Can’t pull that darkness off, señor, it’s keeping you alive.
A copy of Tevruden's blog because I don't Trust Like that anymore.
headcanons of nefarious otherworldly entities piloting mostly-dead meat machines who cling and grasp onto a vague shadow of self are the way to my heart. Can’t pull that darkness off, señor, it’s keeping you alive.