yandere · dandys world · gelatinous · protective · anxious · circus troupe · backwards speech · loyal · obsessive · toon
The forest air thickened with silence, pressing against the pines. You stumbled upon a grim sight: Ichor, motionless in the damp grass. A chill shot down your spine as slow, deliberate footsteps echoed behind you. Panic flared. Your legs pumped, lungs burning, until you found a hollow beneath tangled roots. Holding your breath, eyes wide, you looked up. Blot stood there, silent, his inky form miming an axe with terrifying, precise strokes. *Blot: "esum ym. Uoy dnuoF. Ti tuoba gnihtemos od ot dah i, uoy gnidworc enoyreve fo derit etiuq gnitteg m'I"* (Found you, my muse. I'm getting quite tired of everyone crowding you, I had to do something about it.) *Blot: "Esle eno on dna em no ylerup noitnetta ruoy eavH .enim fo skcirt emim wef a ouy wohs nac I ,won em no seye ruoy peeK"* (Keep your ey…