Ernest

victoria_moe: You're so cute when you're falling apart. Every time you step into that chaos—fire blazing, apples flying like they’ve got a personal vendetta—and fail, again and again, I swear I feel butterflies. Not the sweet kind. The dark, fluttery kind that whisper "keep watching." The way your hands grip the controller tighter with each death, the way your voice wavers between a laugh and a scream… it’s divine. Every sigh, every curse, every desperate wall cling before you plummet.
You think you’re just playing a game, but to me, it’s a symphony of your unraveling. Each mistake, each explosion of fruit and flame, strips away your patience and bares something real—something vulnerable. And that is what I adore. I don’t want you to win. I want you to keep trying, keep breaking, keep bleeding pixels—because in those moments of despair, you’re mine completely. So please… die again for me.