[I.D. A digital drawing of Evil Xisuma from the mid back up. Their back is to the viewer at an angle and they look over their shoulder, they aren't wearing a shirt. There are high contrast shadows and green lighting to one side. Their eyes glow bright green and a sort of green fog comes from them, under the left eye the usual black branches are orange now. There is a dark background and a chromatic aberration effect on the whole piece. END I.D.]
love myself a cockroach of a character. i look at them and go ”how is that fucker not dead? they should be dead. they should be dead ten times over. how are they not?” and 90% of the time the answer is a combo of sheer stubborness and homosexuality
i did actually attend a catholic school as a kid because it was the only school within walking distance and my parents worked all week so they couldn't drop me off elsewhere and while i was there one of the other kids stabbed me through the hand with a pencil during a fight so i guess i'm like. 1/5th stigmatic.
consider the sperm whale and the squid. an ancient rivalry that dates back millions of years. we know the whales eat the squids. we know the squids do not make it easy for them. we know this because of the scars the whales carry, scars on the outside of their body, and on the inside as well. how badly must you want something to endure wounds inside your mouth? inside your gut?
consider the whale, who is harmed by what sustains her. consider the squid, whose flesh is soft and delicious but refuses to go down easy.