Description
but the pattern that has kept me safe is fading
now i'm crawling through the mess i've made
it stains my clothes with awful shades
that scream that i deserve the fate i've chosen
and all this emotion was wasted
from fading by flatsound, which is big big mood for this assbag
hoo boi I sure do love me some angst
Considering how attached I am to Rats I talk surprisingly little about him >:V I've got his character arc and multiple stories fleshed out in my head but it's.... when you're sitting in front of an empty document..... ready to write..... blank...... nothing..... nada..... whoops.
(please ask him questions..... I will answer with art in character..... I just need to talk about this fuckign ASSHAT)
Art, Ratfood (c) /me
Fallout (c) Bethesda