Put em’ on your wall! Put ‘em on your shelf! Try not to listen when they whisper in your ear, “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust”!!
Not in like a witchtok Wicca tumblr way but in a spiteful Greco-Roman deity way. For example the guy who made fun of my pink sweater once in middle school will have a monstrous firstborn son with goat horns and bat wings who he will be forced to chain up in the basement to keep him from the outside world
