“It’s a burden I can bear alone.” Verso says quietly “I don’t need your help. You’re here to reach the end. That’s all.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t you get it? Solitude isn’t the answer! We need you as much as you need us. If we’re going to reach the end of this story, I want to do it with you!”

“Come on, Gustave… get us out of here…” Verso encourages him, exhausted.

Gustave doesn’t answer. Instead, he lets go of the light and pulls Verso close. He presses Verso’s face against his chest, fingers sliding up to cover his eyes, to shield him from the blinding light that will come.

I did it with the constant thought of "doomed by narrative" and I saw potential in giving it a title similar to that iconic phrase.

It was supposed to be a horny NSFW thing, we joked about it. I also said I couldn't see Verso doing this practice, because of his traumas. But in the end I decided to do it anyway, I decided to make it symbolic art.

Babe wake up, Molly’s fic is onlineeeeee 🗣️📢
Again, i’m so glad that my work ispired your work and i can’t wait to read the second chapter❤️❤️❤️❤️

i love draw hair and Gustave is not very difficult, in the end is a half curly boy,you can mess with them and he’s still recongnizable, is Verso the real problem, every time I spend minutes insulting his stupid hair, one mistake and he could look like any edgy character with a scar over his eyes😂

I feel so honored to be an inspiration 🥺