there’s a sort of terminal between timelines, and two time-travellers’ paths cross- both of whom repeat and redo and trap themselves in a hell of their own choosing in order to bring happiness to their beloved.
and when their god is in their heaven, everything is all right in the world.
off sketches

LET’S POUR ONE OUT FOR THE SOULS ABOUT TO BE NO MORE
At least that’s how I remember the line going. At the time it seemed pretty ominous, but when Vriska proved herself the culprit, suddenly it seems more sympathetic. Maybe he’s not all that bad.
(Still, don’t drink anything he pours you.)

(Source: barleytea)