God is a preteen girl (by various alters) (Patreon)

God loves me like her prized oc

Watching with gnawed nails as I struggle through the trials she set before me

The styling has changed but I’m usually in a tank top and green pants (it’s easier to draw)

She keeps my story hidden under her mattress so her parents can’t find it

It’s a lot gayer then she’s ready to explain right now

God mixes up my dreams when she’s making potions in the bath

Solemnly stirring soaps and oils in a wandering plastic cap of unknown origins

Nestled in her iridescent bubble palace

Away from prying eyes she whispers her most private thoughts into a soggy washcloth handkerchief

tracing wishes in the rippling surface of the water

She keeps on playing

Long past the water turned cold

God keeps her miracles tucked away safe

In her glittering jewelry box with the little dancing ballerina and mirror that’s only a tiny bit chipped

She collects them like the stickers she’s too scared to put on anything

Because once you use something special like that it’s gone

And they’re just so pretty to look at it would almost hurt to use them

God is doing her best