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
Nyarlathotep ProfileNyarlathotep is the personification of the negative aspects of my personality and of my BPD. This profile will regularly be updated with new information about Nyarlathotep, 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.
Nyarlathotep's origins are unclear, but he has existed for 5-6 years. It is possible that a certain event triggered his creation. Nyarlathotep is the "voice" in Seth's head that drives him further into madness and suicide, and is constantly belittling and insulting him.
Appearence: Nyarlathotep often appears as a corrupted version of Seth. He is very slender with a feminine body type, and his skin is dark, but has been noticably paled. He wears thick square-rimmed glasses that become more and more cracked based on his mood. Three cutting scars go upward diagonally on his left cheek, and a long horizontal scar on his forehead. His hair is very unruly, with several strands or curl
Did You Know My Blood Is Black? Chapter 1Vandenberg Air Force Base, 2009
"This is all your fault! We get out of there for the first time in twenty years, and you get us lost!", Ragnarok angrily whined, beating his host's scalp like it was a drum, and thrashing his head about. Not ten minutes since the mismatched duo had escaped their holding cell, the pink-haired androgyne and his blacklight bully had become lost.
"Quiet, someone's coming.", Crona replied. Like Crona warned, a Blackwatch spectre ran into the room, aiming his rifle into the brightly lit room. Alerted at the sound of running footsteps, he quickly pointed his rifle in their direction, only to see another spectre.
"Whoa, what the hell? What are you doing?", asked the second spectre, holding his hands up in defense.
"I....Nothing. I just thought I heard someone. Come on, we have to get out of here, I know the wa--", He never finished his sentence, instead gasping out for breath and coughing up blood into the inside of his helmet while he was lifted off the
How The Grigori FellThe sun descended in the distance, creating a beautiful mix of shades of black, blue and orange. The camera operator walked beside a lonely road, the sounds of grass and leaves crunching beneath his feet breaking the eerie silence. After a few minutes of this, the camera was set down on a thin tall tree stump, facing the descending sun, and a tall and very slender young man with a somewhat feminine figure walked out into the camera's view, and looked at the sun. He turned backwards to the camera, and the screen went black. Groups of white text began appearing across the void screen.
My name is Lukas.
This is the first entry in a video diary documenting my fall into madness.
If you are watching this...then it's already happened.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...
"-An-And I keep seeing this...person, guy, I don't know what he is. H-he looks like me, he has, sort of, my body