“You loved me.”
When you reach out to touch her, you discover that Vriska is nothing more than a used-up doll again. She lies on the ground with an ash-blanched face and perfect lipstick where Kanaya prettied it up, lost and little, someone else’s stranger.
“Yeah,” you say, “so I did.”
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I finally got around to reading “The Last Hearing of Gamzee Makara”
And I decided to do fanart of it at 2 am. Sorry it’s not that good haha and I forgot Vriska’s wings again.
That fic was so wonderful! And Shelby is one of my favorite artist!
And ahhh this little scourge sisters part made me so depressed. It made me realize is that all I want right now, is an entire fic dedicated to scourge sister sadness ;w;
Yep, probably gonna do quality fanart for this fic later. It was just so amazing!