Hi my name is Cazador Dark’ness Dementia von Zarovich Szarr and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and bloody red eyes like sanguine drips and a lot of people tell me I look like Balduran (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hells out of here!). I’m not related to Strahd von Zarovich but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called the Crimson Palace in Baldur’s Gate where I’m in the seventh year (I’m four hundred and seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Facemaker Boutique and I buy all my clothes from there.
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u know when u realize that as a artist you candraw whatever u want? yeah well anyways au where everything is the same but john is a big worm on a string and the king in yellow is a long furby
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screenshots from another universe
the Anime Boy 404 Timeline
Don't be fooled by those big old eyes, he's still the same old 404.
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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Bruce, slumped in a chair: "Alfred it's so insane, he just doesn't stop. Yesterday he broke his ankle and he's back in those goddamn pixie boots with 'extra supports' like that fucking does anything-"
Alfred, stirring sedatives into the tea he's making Bruce: "Oh my."
Bruce: "-I just don't know what to do. He needs to take a break, holy shit that much anger can't be good for a child, and don't even get me started on the coping mechanisms Alfred, they're unhinged-"
Alfred, looking up with a tight smile: "You don't say. Sugar, Master Bruce?"
Bruce, dragging a hand down his face: "-and let me tell you, I don't know where he gets his energy because he hasn't slept in two days! Two days! I was impressed when he first got here, but now I'm just concerned-"
Alfred, handing the tea to Bruce: "Understandable, sir. Anyone in your position would be."
Bruce, nearly choking on the tea: "Alfred, Alfred, I'm so dumb--the lack of sleep must be getting to me-- just spike his orange juice with sleep meds. Child doses of Nyquil or something. Yeah, that'll do it."
Alfred, watching Bruce drain the cup: "I couldn't agree with you more."
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