My human death was long finished, I was ravenous, and surely my face was no more than a living skull. No doubt my eyes were bulging from their sockets, and my teeth were bared. The white robe hung on me as on a skeleton. And no clearer evidence of my divinity could have been given to the Druids, who stood awestruck as I came out of the tree. […] The voices were singing in concert around me as the priests placed the flowers in my hair, on my shoulders, at my feet.
I made a comic about every comment thread under any content involving a fat person existing. Ever. This counts as my inktober #1 because I spent way more time on it than I should have.
i kinda feel sad for armand – i mean, people seem to like lestat even though he’s a pain in the ass but when armand is like please love me!!!?? literally everybody goes hmmm nah
I-want-my-IWTV 