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The Academy Of MadnessTwo feminine figures landed on the surface of the moon, each clothed in black robes adorned with the Kishin symbols. One, with orchid-colored hair and a black rose in place of his left eye, the other with two horns emerging from his head, one engulfing his right eye. The two looked back at the blue and green orb, Earth, their home. Actually, to be exact, their old home. They were no longer human, their human bodies erased from existance, forced to create new bodies from pure madness itself. They were now Kishins, gods of madness.
Crona kicked a rock, and they watched it slowly drift off into the blackness of space, never to return.
"Is something wrong, Crona?", Lukas asked.
"...We aren't human anymore... our human lives are gone... the life I met Maka in... the life I joined Shibusen in... all of it, it's gone.", Crona sullenly replied.
"The life I became friends with you in... the life I became a Death Scythe in..."
The two sulked, each recounting high points of their human lives that
Ain't That A MotherfuckerDesperately, I snatch my inhaler, pull back the lever, and put my mouth to the mouth piece. One puff, two puffs, five puffs, ten puffs, fifteen puffs. To be honest, I lost count, despite my attempts. I stumble to the ground, dropping my inhaler in the process. The beating of my heart sends tremors through my torso, my chest pumping up and down like a piston. My hands and feet shook like the ends of rattlesnakes. Drool openly poured from my lips. I lay there, shaking on the floor of my bedroom, like a motherfucking crack addict who just got their hit. My mind was like a cyclone, images and voices randomly popping into my head, then leaving just as quickly as they came. Though, every once in a while, I would see the scene of a small group of people. The people I call my friends. The people I call my family. The people I love, or loved. I don't know. But this, this is different than when I've seen them. Strangers are friends, strife is nowhere to be found. Only love, friendship, and happi
Mh'ithrha ProfileMh'ithrha is the personification of the positive aspects of my personality and of my BPD. This profile will regularly be updated with new information I thought about for Mh'ithrha, but also as I still am not quite finished, and I was unable to think of the rest of the information I had wanted at the time.
Mh'ithrha is very young, formerly being just the dormant positive traits of Seth scattered throughout his psyche, until they were gathered, and given a form and name, after a possession of Seth by Nyarlathotep.
Appearence: Mh'ithrha appears as a more feminine version of Seth, as he represents his androgyny and identification as a Two-Spirit. Like Nyarlathotep, he is thin, and has very wide hips for a male, but Mh'ithrha is more tanned than his counterpart. Mh'ithrha wears two barrettes in his hair shaped like the Aquarius zodiac symbol, and an Indian Lotus or black rose in his hair. He is usually seen wearing a multitude of jewelry, including an earring in his exposed ea
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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