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Hellfire Unicorn - DaenaKey

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Break Through It All

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It’s all worth it right? It’ll all work out right? Oh you’ll pray for me? You’ll pray to your indifferent “god” for me? I’m sure they’ll have a WONDERFUL LESSON OF LIFE TO SHOW ME. Just like the last ones right? Crippling depression. Endless despair and loneliness. Family abandoning me for better lives. Manipulation and even a fucking suicide. I can’t wait for the next one man. Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. They go a LONG way. Even out here on my own I can’t help but to grind my teeth and wonder where I went wrong. If this is what the first quarter of my life looks like I don’t think I want to see the rest…Something is always wrong. Nothing is right. The only real peace I have is blasting my ears with songs that scream my real feelings and filling my lungs with ash and smoke. I know that it won’t help. I know it’s damaging. But what’s the point??? I have no direction…nothing to look forward to. I didn’t even plan to be here this long…Rifts are forming between me and the few people I have left and I don’t know how to stop it…But what am I supposed to say? How can I go to them and be so self centered and selfish? Why can’t I just keep it all down like before? I was fine I was fine damnit now it’s unraveling Even if I spoke up what the fuck would I even say? I’ve said it all before I have no new words I’m empty. I just want it to stop. I want it to end. I’m so sick of trying. So sick of these cycles. I’m just sick

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You ever just angry for no particular reason? I mean absolutely seething with fury to the point where your skin feels like it’s going to melt off from your blood boiling? There’s thunderous pounding in my head as if a giant was stomping on the inside of my skull. All of my muscles so tense that they might rip apart.

But here I am. Sitting here doing nothing. Pretending I’m perfectly fine. Because I have to be. No one cares. Not really. Everyone has their own shit to worry about. I’d only add unnecessary frustrations. What could they say anyway? “I’m sorry…” “Oh?” “What’s making you so angry?” I don’t even know anymore dude…

I don’t even know why I’m typing this shit…It doesn’t even help anymore…

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i cannot return to normal you will find no part of me here that is the same

in ways unseen i am changed

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Painting by Zack Dunn

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Pestilence by me via ImaginaryMonsters

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we sighed like dogs in the dark.

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In the warmth of the sun by James Suret (zerojs on artstation)

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So much has changed...but at the same time things haven’t changed at all. A family nearly reunited. New faces. Lost faith. Embers flaring back to life. A universe shaken to its core. A pale fog filling the emptying cavern...Things are lost and found over and over. Things change for some almost constantly. The one constant being the desire for true peace...

The conversation next to him seemed to melt away as exhaustion set in. He was tired in every conceivable way. Lines between worlds blurring in mist and static. He placed a hand onto his head and shivered a little. In the back of his mind he could hear the other sobbing in the depths. Their last attempt already in motion to be accepted. Truly accepted. They’ve put everything into this and now they wait in isolation...Fearing it’s all in vein.

His dull and empty grey eyes closed as the colored light from the stained windows touched his face. He winced as he passed the depiction of what he once was. He felt his own deep crimson eyes pericing his very being. He let his hand drop to his side and he slouched forward slightly, his hands slipping into his pockets. A part of him wanted to rage against these feelings of doubt and exhaustion. To fight like he always had before. To wage that war against the stars themselves...Something has nearly sucked the fire out of him now though. And for once...He didn’t care...Of course he could still find joy in things. In the ones he loved. In the things he could make and find...But...No...It doesn’t matter. Just do what you can...Just be. Maybe things will change again. For better or for worse...After all...What else is there? None of us can really know for sure...

The conversation faded back in and his eyes opened to tune back in to what was being said. His ears flickered and his tail swayed and curled behind him as they walked through the hall of colored windows.

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Art by Loputyn

Kickstarter

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𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍

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Ruptured

The still waters shook and rippled as the sky above was filled with cracks of thunder and lightning. No rain fell but globs of congealed and rotten blood dropped into the deep blue waters. Soon after a massive black spot the size of an island stained the water and two struggling figures came crashing down into it, falling beneath the surface as they fought tooth and nail. One trying to get away and the other trying to pull them down deeper into the depths. The one trying to get away suddenly turned and grabbed the others face, lightning surging down their arm and blasting them away. Seizing this chance they swam to the surface and broke through, pulling themselves up and onto the water. They stumbled but quickly made their way off the black spot in the endless waters. Once they stood on the clear deep blue they turned just in time to see the rotted figure stand up out of the water, their head reforming from the hit they took.

“You have to wait!” The two voices cried out to the rotted one. “He isn’t ready yet! You know he’s not!”

Blood shot brown eyes stared at the cloaked figure. Their words falling on deaf ears. He was tired of waiting. He didn’t ask to be a part of the wolf’s life but he was sick of suffering. Sick of being pushed down like he was nothing. Rotting in the depths. His lips tore open and a bloodcurdling scream ripped from his throat before he rushed the cloaked figure.

Lightning flashed, bones cracked, blades rang, rotted flesh splattered, cries echoed, and screams peirced the very boundaries of this endless world.

The deep blue eyes under the hood and behind ivory hair were filled with fear. They couldn’t hold him for much longer. The Rot was beginning to bleed through...

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something’s tainting the water

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