He sat down. The dim light of the bar was the only place he felt he belonged anymore. He liked the way the ambiguous lighting concealed him, the way he didn't stand out. Of course, he wasn't proud of that, it was just something he'd gotten used to. The barmaid waltzed over. It was easy for people like her. The deepest connection they had to form was the order they were taking, maybe a name if the person was interesting enough. Anything more thar that and she'd have to re-evaluate her profession. He envied the blissful ignorance. It sounded like heaven. It was his fault though. He was a fool. He knew that. The fact laughed him in the face every night he took the same seat at the same bar and ordered the same drink. He was drinking to forget, that's what he told himself anyway. It was almost pointless. with every sip everything became more vivid. Fate was mocking him, reminding him of the twisted hand he'd been dealt in a game he never agreed to play. It had dragged him in, kicking and screaming, and it was going to take double the fight for him to get out. Hell, it was going to take more than a fight, a full-blown war was in order, and he knew he didn't have it in him. He'd already lost once; he couldn't do it again.

Telling himself that was enough, he stood up, leaving more than enough to cover another three rounds. It was a lie, though. That's all he seemed to do anymore. The problem was that he was so good at it, he always had been. It was like he had been blessed with sin. Some people lie as a defense mechanism, but for him, it was much more real than that. It was an instinct; the only way he could survive in the life he'd been forced to live.

The harsh contrast between the street that had been submerged in darkness more and more as the hours ticked slowly by, and the radiant beams streaming down from the towering streetlights sickened him. He despised the way the light disrupted the somber aesthetics of the night, as if the angels themselves were piercing the blank sky with their omnibenevolence. More importantly, he despised the way he resonated with it. The faux peace of his mind was constantly disrupted by blinding lights, like the way the golden sun lets itself in through the gap in the curtains at 8am, but he couldn't bring himself to face it.Instead, shut the curtains and hid under the covers.

It wasn't a healthy thing to do. He'd tried speaking to friends, but a better conversation would look him in the eye and dare him not to do it. He'd tried speaking to professionals, but they'd tell him that he was caught in a Freudian nightmare, entangled in his upbringing and that's the way he'd have to live. He'd come this far, why stop now?

When he arrived home, he left the lights off. It was a big apartment, but that was just another word for empty. He was more than exhausted, but he knew he wasn't going to sleep. When his head hit the pillow there was no snoring, no heavy eyes but just blank thoughts bouncing around in his head. They didn't mean anything. He wouldn't let them mean anything. When he stared up at the ceiling, his mind finally silent, he wondered whether he'd find any comfort in his dreams, or if his conscious mind would find different ways to manifest and taunt him until his waking hour.

:33 < gonna be honest and straight up. yall need to tag your gore.

B33 < ive seen therians post really gorey photos or photos with blood and NO trigger warning and its genuinely not ok. alterhumans, we need to gore and blood.

no one understands them like i do

ray tpn i gotta draw him igotra draw RAAAY. ray

Wasn't there that test about the types of fics you read. What did you get on that...

DONR FUCKING WOREY ABOUT IT

i know the 'i liked [insert popular artist/work] before it was popular' person is unbearable but also. i am that person and i do hate when something i love becomes popular like the straight people i went to school with & the cruelest people I've ever known do NOT get to like ethel cain & chappell roan like i like them they are both too brilliant

transformers unknown spoiler idk if i wanna spoil anything still but its really funny "butterfly" went from just vague character reference oc to accidentally Very Important. like The Big Final Arc important

sitting in the dark 🖤 listening to the Ambience

MUTUALS WHO PLAN ON CHOOSING TEAMS EARLY CAN YOU COMMENT OR LIKE SEND AN ASK OR WHATEVER TELLING ME WHAT TEAM YOURE GONNA BE PICKING ?

Guys imgeting test for adhd tomorrow im scared . i need to get the best grade formy adhd or im killing myself

I fucking adore AU Albus and Sann never apologize for ranting. In fact I request more ranting

uffff there´s a lot of stuff I can gush about the au!! I´m so glad to hear you love it!! :D

But for now I wanna talk about this thing in particular about the newest piece.

I´ve always wondered hwo the fuck their outits at the circus would look like and always tried to avoid going into detail, but it was unavoidable this time.

So I got into designing it and then came around a few thoughts.

Albus´ outfit is meant to humiliate him right? so I wanted to add bells that jingled like a cat´s collar. Fucking annoying and gave out his position if he wanted to hide. But the outfit idea I had didn´t make much sense. It made more sense for Sann.

A puffy collar with long ends that worked as "tails"., Imagine him soaring the sky, making the fabric curl around like a rhythmic gymnast...a pretty collar covering the cruel metal underneath.

So, I was still undecisive about Albus. The tails were a bit of a problem in the composition, so I omitted them, but I still wanted to incorporate the idea of a puffy collar, so I made the top leather and full of belts, like a straightjacket that the actual armbinds completes.

It´s a little harsher looking that way, isn´t it? It´s nothing people can notice, but in the front there should be metal d rings to attach chains. There should be one right on his nape too.

He doesn´t look like a clown like I wanted at the beginning, but the idea of Albus being a powerful, highly dangerous demon muzzled and chained like an animal...I think that´s pretty humilliating for him and the circus owners know that.

I think it still would be pretty good to imagine him wearing a bell bracelet around his ankles he makes a point of destroying and taking off every chance he gets.

Honestly...

this is dumb of me keeping in mind how fucking useless i am tofnish projects, but I wanna write the demonangel au as nanowrimo project... ahha, but i know myself so. still...its a nice fantasy to think this story could be more than it is now.

I hadn't seen that you had been post limited so I thought you meant literal jail for a second 😭

well maybe i was

Thinks about this comment someone made on a clip of the final climax in Scream 2 when Cotton shoots Mrs. Loomis.. my heart is broken hes just a big cuddle bear who doesn’t wanna hurt anybody..

need to project this image into literally everyone's head

There being no fan made merch of Mr X barely any official merch and anything you find is to expensive ENOUGH ENOUGJ ENOYGH