You people misunderstand me. You call me “Satan” and “Devil” but…do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that he betrayed me – punished me. Just as he’s punished you. After all, how could God stand ideally by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick – either, he’s sadistic…or he simply doesn’t care.
Let’s decide on 10 minutes notice
that our first date should be at a tattoo parlor.
I’ll hold your hand as you sit in your underwear
getting your thighs tattooed.
Let’s accept the invitation
of our evangelical friend.
Let her give us her booklet,
but have a two-hour-long dialogue
about what she believes about God
and about why we’re pagan.
Let’s tell each other stories of our faiths.
Let’s understand each other.
Let’s live in the moment.
Knowing we are not invincible,
but exposing ourselves anyways.
Let’s embrace vulnerable connection.
How else can we know others?
How else can we know ourselves?
It’s been getting too dark to close ourselves in
I’ve been working on a Ryder little by little as a warm-up while working on commissions. I don’t actually have any solid plans for Ryder– have to wait until I finish my first playthrough with someone who’s undoubtedly going to have a really dumb name like Saucepan. Been having a hard time drawing anything decent today (sorry commissions, I’ll try again in like an hour)
((i’m truly sorry to the dears who sent in these asks, but i really don’t think my digital and non-realistic art is at a level where i can draw a near stark-naked man and have it look presentable, so i’ll spare you three the cringe.