Two Wuv Is A Good Choice

Trans visibility day you know what that means

+10 bragging rights

-15 TRANSparency

*laughs to self*

more writing of this guy because I really like him. :P

“FAUST, bring me my cologne” Faust was sick and tired of working all day but obliged nonetheless. Johann G. Faust was used to being a servant for Lucifer, but today was extra demanding. The fallen angel apparently had a date tonight and was taking it very seriously. “OH MY, UNDER MY CHIN HOW DID I FORGET TO SHAVE UNDER MY CHIN. FAUST, BRING ME MY RAZOR!” Many found his gravely New Yorkin accent charming, but to Faust, it had become extraordinarily grading on his ears. Like a ringing chirp of broken alarm clock that formed a polycule with nails and a chalkboard. “FAUST!! Oh, there you are.” He took the cologne and razor from Faust with not as much as a look or nod of gratitude. His usual Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts were replaced with an abyssal black suit jacket and dress pants that made his usual blazing red skin pop. He had a glowing white button up, that was borrowed from Michael, under his jacket topped with a black tie that itself was decorated with a blue flame pattern at the bottom. “Faust go get some horn cream from the hallways closet… please.” Faust thought that if he put this much effort into the monthly meeting, God might respect him more, but he kept that thought to himself. As Lucifer was applying the cream to his tiny coned horns, Faust noticed that his hair didn’t seem to be as thin as it usually was; he must have used some sort of magic instead of his usual comb over technique. Lucifer started to use an eyebrow pencil to fill in his pencil ‘stache before looking at Faust halfway through. He chuckled awkwardly at his soul-bound companion “Too much?” “You'll look good either way, sir. It’s up to your personal taste.” Faust talked in his usual quiet reserved manner; the only remnants of his once German accent was the fact he still pronounced his w’s as v’s. Lucifer finished his mustache filling and for the finishing touch put on some mascara and eye-shadow. As Faust waited at the door watching his master leave, he couldn’t help but notice how the king of hell and punisher of the damned had his spaded tail wagging in excitement. 

I don't even want to be positive or nonchalant. I'm going to bang my head against the wall till the world is so decomposed it doesn't even going to matter to me anymore

Okay, I was a little worried yesterday if I'm being honest. The song felt like it ended where a song would usually keep going, the ship of theseus theme felt superfluous, and the song was decent but a little underwhelming. I wasn't going to put anything out there because if Chonny wanted to have a longer deadline, I wasn't going to blame him. But with the 2nd part releasing today, everything fell in place. With all the pieces falling in place, I'm actually so excited for all the parts. Sorry for every doubting you, Mr. Jash.

This album is the main reason I've started writing about vampires and mad scientists again and I couldn't be happier

Guess who's back here's a drawing I have mixed opinions about. Drew a pretty face and half asked the rest okay byeeee :33

Update, he has officially fallen into the Chonny hole. He's listened to cccc up to haiku and we've been taking about the lore. And he is currently looking at the lyrics in the "Ship of theseus" album to figure out the story. Someone in my friend group actually cares about Chonny and it makes me so happy.

I got one of my friends to match with me in Discord. Him as mind and me as heart, and I've never been happier

I got one of my friends to match with me in Discord. Him as mind and me as heart, and I've never been happier

Pride month writing thing (specifically transfem :3)

The small droplets of water ran down my cheek. From the water radiated comfort. Not a release of dismay but of elation. My watered eyes, for the first time in what feels longer than my memory can withstand, wept tears of joy and not repression, or pain or stress or anything like that. In the mirror I do not see a hurt sad boy, but a strong brave woman. Despite all the hate she got. Despite all the friends and family she sadly left behind. Despite the countless doctor appointments that felt like they went nowhere. Despite the anxiety of going out dressed in a way that felt real and right. Despite the nonsense politics. Despite her own lack of faith she would or even could survive. Despite everything she stood happy and proud. Through all the change I could still see the person I once was, the once sad boy. From the boy I saw not fear but relief. Despite what my parents had told me, I had not killed the boy. The boy was never real. The boy was nothing more than a mask and after all this time there stood the person who was always underneath. The girl smiled. I smiled. Happy pride month. 

Sometimes, I wish I was more narcissistic because my emotions are either that or saddened disassociation. Yeah

Ms. Cosine <3. Love the concept

Miss cosine!! New OC ^

Okay bye