Hello Tumblr It Is I, With More Cesmark!

In a dark room by myself, Before the mirror at midnight, "Who are you?" "Who am I?" I asked, but received no reply. Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, dance. Oh, brand new me...

won't you give me what i want?

Charlie has to be the safest person ever. Not only is she the second most powerful being in Hell, but her Protection Squad™️ consists of her ex-exorcist angel girlfriend, a spider demon from a crime boss family, a former overlord gambler, a cyclops maid that will stab anybody if you simply tell her to, a snake war general with hypnotic powers, the motherfucking cannibalistic radio demon who has killed hundreds if not thousands of people just cause he can, and her father who is literally the FUCKING DEVIL

🪽✨Fly away now, fly away now, fly away~✨🪽

Panty & Stocking screencap redrawn w TMC victims bc I’ve been listening to the OST a lot lately. Also, cause you know, they kill ghosts in the show

(Greyscale vers. below)

Happy late birthday Jonah

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

and she told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and i would go to heaven, and i would be able to talk to the worms, and i would be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident out of excessive Love, and that they would forgive me, because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

this is how I feel every time I see the lil man

I saw this post by soup-erb and I couldn't help but redraw it for Lucifer: https://x.com/its_soup/status/1521175632406843392?s=20

Is this my sign to stop writing on AO3?

Like… I have some art of Mark (one +Cesar) that I think he looks cute in but his Heathtitties are out and I don’t trust some of you children not to be mean about it so if you wanna see it EVERYONE has to promise to behave or you’ll have to be old enough to join my server where I know you have a developed enough frontal cortex not to make shitty assumptions about me based on a drawing 😔😔

Hey Gabriel! *kisses forehead*