I have returned bitches! It's been too freaking long, my dudes!
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Anywho, we left off with a stuffy-nosed, arrogant, playboy death deity and his smart-ass of a wife.
HOWEVER!
My brain decided to take the form of a blob.
Like a...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
A slimy blob with no internal nervous system. Just floating around in the depths of the ocean, no brain or heart insight.
Yeah, jelly-fucking-fish.
So, Sickly Yellow Blooms Part 2 is under wraps, for now. Now, when I was in my AP Lang class, the slimy blob that is my brain decided it wanted to solidify once more. An idea got in there, I got tingles, I'm like- 'Yas this will feed their insatiable hunger and so on.' With that being said, please take the time to read what I have to say next.
Y'all better read the fucking background info.
No seriously, but if don't you're going to be a rock floating in outer space, or a jellyfish...
Continue on...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
We all know the story of the beautiful mortal and the handsome god whose powers ruled that of the unliving. We saw them in their inkiest of shadows and their gayest of moments. Together, they fought to cut the thickest of vines, all while trying to understand the sudden race their hearts began to beat. However, what if the roles were changed?
