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Madcom doodles, got inspired by @mitzyfanggz take on grunts bodies and thought it looked very cool and epic and stuff
So I drew my oc with that body type :)
Had fun
(pic above belongs to fangz and what inspired me)
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October 13th 1899
My Dearest Stranger,
Forgive the trembling ink and the scattered thoughts that stain this parchment. For I fear my mind is failing me, slipping into the abyss like grains of sand through desperate fingers. They call me Hart Payne, a name that now feels like a cruel mockery of the shattered remnants of my existence... Or was it given to me by something else... the squeezing feeling in my chest never goes away. Something echos in my ears like the ringing toll of a bell. No matter.
Oh, how I wish I could convey to you the horrors that have befallen me, the unspeakable terrors that gnaw at the very fabric of my sanity. But words, mere mortal constructs, are feeble vessels incapable of containing the knowledgeable nightmare that has consumed my very soul, mind, and body.
I have glimpsed into the yawning abyss, peered into the fathomless depths of what is and isn't there, and what I beheld defies all reason, all comprehension. It was as if the universe itself convulsed in agony, birthing grotesue abominations beyond mortal ken. Shadows danced in perverse mockery, twisting and contorting into shapes that mocked the laws of what mere men such as myself know.
I strain to find the words to describe the indescribable, to paint a portrait of the ineffable horrors that now haunt my every waking moment. But how does one convey the sensation of a thousand sloshing wt tendrils coiling around the very core of one's being or the cacophony of a thousand voices whispering melodies of madness into the recesses of my shattered mind?
I am but a broken vessel adrift in this...mundane world befit of madness, clinging desperately to the fragile threads of my unraveling sanity. Each day is a struggle, a battle against the encroaching darkness that threatens to consume me whole.
Beware, dear reader, for I fear that what I have witnessed is not confined to the recesses of my fractured mind. No, it lurks just beyond the veil of perception, waiting patiently to ensnare the unwary in its... embrace.
Writing seems to help, if only a little, but even the words on this parchment mock me with the forbidding fruit of knowledge. But my dear reader, I have seen things... seen so many of that which lurks in our mortal fears, that FEEDS on our fears, our.. obsessions... our.. love?
I beg of you, heed my warning. Flee from this cursed knowledge, for to seek understanding is to court damnation itself. May whatever gods still hold sway over this forsaken world have mercy on my tormented soul.
Yours in madness and despair,
Hart Payne
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The fog is beginning to clear. I can feel my mind returning from it's cloak of maddness, back into reality. My lungs begin to work again but my breaths remain shallow.
Shouldn't I be relieved? Proud of surviving another descent into the darkness? I should be feeling anything...anything other than this.
I grieve for my lost realities. That the worlds I sweep away into are not real. They never were. In truth, I am powerless. I am invisible.
But more than grief, I feel fear. A fear that has traveled with me into each narrative. The one thing that has held constant. Now, with the fog gone, I begin to sort the fragments of me left in its wake. I sift through the shards with clumbsy fingers, scanning for signs of life. Desperate to find anything that is still real, still me.
It is sobering to learn that all I am, at my core, is afraid.
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I have one insane blog that encompasses everything.
I know I can create more but I thrive in the madness.
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Drusilla and Elain Archeron.
Two similar characters.
Both have visions. Drusilla was driven mad by Angelus.
What if Elain becomes mad because of Koschei.
Also both characters had sisters.
They were both overprotected by their families..
Their families were both changed of murdered by evil evil characters.
Drusilla story continues in the Buffy books. She gets her soul back. Though she can't keep it because of everything she went through and has done.
They both spoke in riddles.
Both were changed into something else by a mad man.
Drusilla was going to be a nun. Elain was going to be a wife.
Than everything got taken away.
Also both are considered weak.
Yet Drusilla killed a slayer.
Elain the king of Hybern.
Seers and madness seem to go together.
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Maddness Drops an Eclectic Soundtrack ‘Touchdown Play Remix’
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Longing
I long for your soft sweet lips
The sensation of them against my own
Our lips would never have to stop their sweet embrace
Not even for a moment
Id be in heaven if i could freeze time and never have to part from you
Will my longing ever be satisfied?
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