flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Which is nice for him, I’m sure, since I’m currently overcommitted as usual and feeling sliiiightly hysterical. Excuse me, I may be retreating back to the blanket fort. It’s going to be a blanket fort-y kind of a month, in fact. I take no responsibility for anything I say or draw till mid-August.
BTW, does anyone know what name Bastian actually yells for the childlike Empress? I imagine I could use Google-fu, but that smacks of effort. I don’t have any internets left to award the answerer, but you could always get a neck-crushing hug from Charlie.
“Revenge! I shall kill you with snuggles!”
Yeah, like that.