Heres My 57 Song Playlist For Anyone Else LMAO. Has Some Ost And Ost Remixes As Well Https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLxg45WMa0E5MBMoz_6D9btaJWVeMuT0Uh

almost hit 400

hands hurt. must boop. BOOP ME

mini wip that will prolly never leave work stage

i should make an intro

Water

He's home.

He stands in front of that little cottage on the beach fronted woods, listening to the waves crash against the rocks.

He walks.

He walks up the hill behind the house, slightly to the left. Theres a cliff there, his cliff. He goes there from time to time, to stare at the city miles away, on a different coast. As he walks, his hooves make soft sounds in the damp grass. Dew. Huh. Must be morning.

He loves his cliff. Loves imagining what wonders lie across the vast waters. He does not love water. He had never been able to understand swimming. He wasn't human, he likely couldn't even swim at all. He couldn't swim.

Sometimes he'd go to the gravely beach, make little towers of rocks and driftwood. He would wander into the water, but never too deep. He couldn't swim.

He reached the cliff top. He'd never strayed too close to the edge though, he knew the water was deep where the cliff ended. He didn't care for water. He couldn't swim.

He kept walking. He should stop now, the edge is close.

But he doesn't.

The soft thuds of his hooves feel loud in the cold, silent air.

And now the cliff is gone. He's falling. He likes falling, but this is wrong. He should be in control, but he's not. His wings should have caught him already. They've not, refusing to unfold from his back, as if restrained by cold, invisible hands, taunting him as he fell.

The boy hit the water, cold rushing all around him as the liquid abyss drags him deep below the surface. It burns, the heat of the monsters skin instantly boiling the water as it touches him, screams ripping from his unnatural throat. Fluid rushes into his lungs, searing the inside of his scarred flesh. He tastes his own blood, more rich than a humans. It would have been smooth, if the demonic side of him didn't taint it with darkness. Not that it matters now.

He sinks, deeper and deeper, pain and terror causing his body to lock up, as the morning sun above him seems to grow dark, flicker, and go out. The only sound he hears now is the sound of the water, almost tauntingly calm as it drags him deeper, limbs still as he sinks further into the water, feeling colder than ice as his bodies scorching innards cool. His eyes never close, all sight having already been boiled away, leaving half filled sockets. His lungs try to push the water from them, but it's no use.

Finally his wings extend, far too late to save him now, only slowing his decent into the cold, liquid madness that is the Sea and its torturous grasp.

he's doneeee

Profiction/proshipping, at its core, is a combination of three ideas:

Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)

Harassment over fiction is not acceptable

Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either

That's it.

you two being obsessed with mugsy while i could honestly not care less about him dsjkfhdskjf- it's amazing honestly

ngl i kinda wanna go back to learning how to do edits (tweening, and stuff) just so i can make more casino cups edits LMAOOOO but idk if i should or nah

rip my abandoned tt account

whats ur fav ship in any fandom?

bill x evil, ofc

gaugghg

Lucid

first drawing i ever made of him

doodle from today

and working on a more clear redesign of him

still not sure about the scarf, and iffy about the circlet- Lucid is my oc from my variation of a dreamtale au, which will likely end up loosely in Eternity-verse he's dream and nightmares younger brother, and the third guardian, that of Neutrality. he has his own lore that i'm working on, and have been honestly hesitant to work on in worries of people not liking. today i said screw it, which is the only reason i'm posting this lol he's special to me