cheerfulfool:

Guys I…I don’t usually do this, because I try not to be a burden on anyone, but…

I need help.

It’s the 18th of the month, I have until the first to come up with money for rent, my EI hasn’t come in yet and I have $3 to my name.

I don’t want to ask for donations. I don’t. I’m starting to get desperate though.

I’m not asking you guys to donate the money for my rent, hell, if I could get $20 I’ll be amazed, I just can’t do this alone anymore.

I have a paypal set up at rheacake@gmail.com 

I’ll draw you something or write you something or sing you something or anything you want me to do I’ll do it. 

Don’t feel obligated at all oh my god I mean most of us are struggling on here

I’ve never been more ashamed of myself in my entire life.

I need help.

twinsflowers:

“…!”

Ayuza was really shock when the girl looked back at her, she looks really ‘different’ from a usual human form. Not letting out a single word just, two black voids staring at her. The brunette wasn’t sure if she should continue the conversation or not, even though she was feel a bit frightened with trembled voice she decided to talk to her once more.

“S-something w-wrong..?”

A bone cracks along her neck as her head abruptly snaps to the side. And fingers crackles along the joints as they curl into a fist, the jagged nails embedding into the skin of her palm and letting droplets of blood spill. Those black optics not once leaving sight of the girl. Her lips snarl back, revealing the black fangs riddle with plague. “You…” she begins, uncoiling and recoiling her fingers, “you are the thing that is wrong.” With that said, she screams so loud that it could shatter nearby windows then charges at the girl. 

morbid-reconstruction:

 

          The experiment merely continued to stare at her, yellowish hues wide and expressionless. She looked a little bit like the monsters he saw in his dreams sometimes. Other monsters mentioned it too, sometimes. When they were human. Did that mean he was dreaming? It was an unpleasant thought. His dreams never ended well — very much like his own life. The first one, that was.
               A tilt of his head was his only response to her saying his name over and over again, as he didn’t understand what she was trying to say. Like a CD stuck on repeat, perhaps she was broken. At her question, his eyes narrowed slightly. That was the only visible change while he thought about it. Did he have a little sister? “Cobus doesn’t remember,” he finally replied, still gazing at her without twitching a muscle as she reached to touch him. “Cobus has a friend in the van.”
                 Had his observers been here, they would have called for security.

The observers if they ever spot this intruder, she’ll certainly attempt to end their life right away. For they’ll be nothing but trash hindering her goal for a perfect little sibling. It made her curious as to why this boy doesn’t react the way she usually seen others reacted upon seeing such a cryptic looking being. Then again, perhaps he saw things that made her look like a pleasant guest. She’ll never know exactly, nor does she cares. As long as she gets the boy wrap around her pale white arms. Fingers brush over the tuft of black hair; so soft, so lovely. Cooing at the boy as if he was a baby, she hovers over him, bending over and pulls his head close to her torso as she embrace the boy in a hug. A few maggots pour out through the small cracks from the large single stitching down her in her right fore-arm. “Don’t be silly, Cobus. Remember, Cobus have a little sister,” she says. It’s not true. It’s never true. But when there’s an opening for her manipulate reality, she’ll take that opportunity in a heartbeat.  There’s no harm in that, right? 
She brushes his hair that had fallen over his eyes, then moves down to his chin so she could lift his head up. 
“Who is this friend? Can I meet this friend?” She’ll play judgement whether or not this ‘friend’, if it does exist, is worthy to be with her new-found brother, Cobus.

priestmahaado:

〘☥〙The male watched the girl curiously. Her silence was strange and not only was her appearance unsettling.. the the atmosphere as well.  It was enough to make even the Pharaoh’s High Priest have a sense of fear put into him. He kept his composure when she pointed to him. A little sister? Why would she want to know something like that? Hesitantly, he answered her question; “No, I do not..”

She places her hand against the wall. Red nails begins to peel off the surface of her skin, and paints the wall in small streaks of red as she drags her fingers down it. Tilting her head, the long jagged bangs moves to reveal black hallow pools. They bore deep into the eyes of the older male, a frown prominently pull down over her decaying complexion. “No…” she says in a tone so harsh that a growl rumbles against the back of her throat right after. “Are you sure? Would you like to answer that question again?”  She asks, taking a few step closer to him.

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In the house of upside down
Cellar’s top floor, attic’s ground.
In the house of upside down
Laughing cry and smiling frown.
In the house of upside down
Found is lost and lost is found.