MysteriousLiarBoy - Page 35

This is the nightmare I've had for the last week or two
TW; Gore
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Footsteps resonate throughout the dark hallway. The walls of the hall were painted a dark gray, nearly black. The floor was tiled with black panels. There was no light, yet I could see clearly, every detail was crystal clear.
I walked down this hallway, for what seemed like hours. I knew there was someone -or something- behind me, yet I couldn't look behind me to see what it was.
Every step I took was heavy and loud. The noise echoed loudly through the seemingly endless hallway.
There were no doors, no escape. So I kept walking.
Until I came to an 'end'
There was a humongous pit that went down for what seemed like forever. But I could clearly see the bottom.
Screams of fear and agony came from the bottom. Pleas for death came from whoever was down there.
I looked down into the pit. There were three figures. Two of them were mangled and misfigured. They were a sickly gray colour, with long arms. Their hands were clawed and bloodied. Their spines were visible and stuck out of their skin.
The third one was myself, chained down and bloodied. The creatures had their claws in my stomach, pulling out my intestines. Most of my organs lay around me.
I was supposed to be dying, but I couldn't. I was immortal or something. But I was being tortured.
One of the creatures looked up towards the opening of the hallway. I could recognize the face. It was Jason's, but it was gray and blood fell from his eyes, as if he were crying.

It always ends right there.

Ugh.
I haven't been able to sleep well lately.
I have had a nightmare every night and its terrifying.
And I wake up every half hour to a hour to make sure Gamzee and her kittens are alright.
I am so tired
But everytime I sleep I have that same nightmare

Okay
I'm trying to think of an appearance for Ansolon
I am thinking of making them male
So
He'd have a rose goldish hair colour that covers the tips of his ears and part of his neck. His bangs would be side swept and came to about mid forehead.
He'd have hazel eyes and tannish skin. He'd be short, like almost really short. 5'3" short. And semi-muscular but kinda chubby at the same time. He'd wear pitch black robes (that are too big for him) most of the time. But if he were to See More wear casual clothes, it would be black cargos and a white shirt with red trimming. His foot wear would be heavy boots, which he thinks make him look cool.

This is all pre-war.

I could either sleep
Or continue to describe Ansolon.

Ansolon was a very rich country before the War of the Lance. It had beautiful scenary of green, flowing grasses. The soil was rich in nutrients. Rivers flowed with sparkling water. Elves claimed land, letting no other species in. Humans lived in trees so that they were safe from the trolls and aggressive dwarves. Dwarves lived in the rocky mountains to the north, making tunnels and collecting jewels. Kenders blended in with the elves and humans, making a living off of thievery. See More
Few dragons flew overhead during the spring. Mages would travel freely, their robes flowing around their figures gently.
The only evil in the land was the Dark Queen, whom had started the War of the Lance, fighting agains the mages and other nonhuman species.

The days before the great and terrible War of the Lance spilled out of its couldron like boiling oil and scalded the countryside. In those days, just fifteen or so years before the war, the for beneath the pot had been lit, the Dark Queen and her minions had struck the sparks that would start the blaze. The oil wad cool, black and sluggish in the cauldron. But at the bottom, the oil was beginning to simmer. Most people in Ansolon would never see the cauldron, much less the bubbling See More oil inside, until it was poured on their heads, along with dragonfire and the countless other horrors of war.
But at this time. there was reletive peace, the majority of people living on Ansolon never look up, never looked side to side to see what was going on in the world around them. Instead, they gazed on their own feet, plodding through the dusty day, and if they ever lifted their heads, it was usually to see if it was likely to rain and spoil their picnic.

I got to go and scan Soulforge for any info on Ansolon real quick.
I'll be back.

"They got wixards and fairies and shit.
They got all the magicks
All of it."

Is there anyone on here that actually doesn't like me?
That's another thing I fear
That people hate me

I feel that if I join the Hetalia fandom I'd be some weird outcast, like how I am with Homestuck.
I fear that if I join the Hetalia fandom I'll become even more ignored than i am now.
I want to make an OC for Hetalia
But I'm kind of an idiot and Im not quite sure how to
So I'll probably just fade away or something.

Hhh
My dysphoria is really bad right now
I feel disgusting
Ugh.
And my chest binder won't show up for another few months.
Why am I so weird and disgusting?

I don't know what i was writing about
I just wrote
I might incorporate it into a story.


When you realize why they never loved you. When you understand why they don't even think of you as a friend.
How could I have been so blind? How could I be so ignorant? Of course she would never love you, you're far too idiotic. Far to simplistic. She wants what you can't provide. She wants someone who she can hold and wipe their tears away. She wants someone who is pleasing to the eyes. See More
Why would she love you anyways? You're desperate, clingy and always in need of attention. She probably hates you. She probably thought you're some stranger and she couldn't care less about you.
Beside, there is someone who loves you.
Why do you still have feelings for her? Your partner cares for you in ways she can't. Your partner is there to hold you, to love you, to comfort you.
Your partner has helped you stop your bad habits
She encouraged them. She never knew about them.
You cant trust her
She doesnt love you
Stop loving her.
Stop it damnit!
Stop!

That moment you sneeze so hard that your eYEBALLS CONE FLYING OUT OF YOUR SOCKETS AND YOUR SCREAMING AND THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE AND YOUR EYEBALLS ARE JUST DANGLING THERE

"What do you want me to art for you"
Damnit
Andrew cannot do the word speaks today

Heyheyhey
Anyone want to do an art trade?
:0
Please?

I was drawing Curley's wife, from Of Mice and Men, and I couldn't think of a dress design for her so I just used Porrim's dress design-

I don't eat often, but when I do I inhale everything in sight; pasta, a donut, the kitchen sink, a spoon, neighbors children