#ghoulposting

Ghouls absolutely yowling when they can't get what they want.

Not a toddler tantrum, not a hiss or a howl. Cat-coded loud, sad yowling.

Dew's upset because Swiss put his favourite snacks on top of the fridge as a joke.

Phantom scatter-brained because he can't find his favourite game that he's already played 30 times.

Mountain distraught because someone trampled the tulips that he was growing.

Rain whining because the store was out of his favourite seaweed snacks.

Copia x Cirrus!

Based on this image:

Peter Pan Shadows.

Now I am not claiming that "my christian parents hate my nonhumanity" is a unique experience, far from it. Many of us with traditionally christian families have to suffer through the knowledge that any amount of expressing our true selves means being told we're damned to hell or running the risk of being kicked out and ostracized from our own homes. I'm lucky in that regard, having an apartment I can live in and pay for of my own accord, but I understand not all are.

I'm specifically talking here about the fact that I Am A Creature Irreversably Bound To The Imagery Of Satan. The Devil. Lucifer. Whatever you call him. Do I actually believe he exists? That's.. complicated. I'd like to think I come from somewhere. But I don't know. I have my own religious beliefs but I don't necessarily think i'm the only correct one. But what I Am is bound to his particular image. And yet I still visit and take residence in a christian home for the holidays. I'm permitted under their roof because they do not know i'm a son of their enemy. So to speak. It feels weird.. they'd pray for my fall back to the pits if they knew what ate their food and laughed along with their jokes and slept in their beds. I feel like an infiltrator and I mask for safety. I guess that's my mask in this situation, not a literal one but putting on the secondary image of a normal child. It helps Azem can take over for me at times.