#invidiaesin

Albedo had no idea where he was as this wasn’t Mondstadt or Teyvat for that matter as he slowly got up, dusting off his white coat before venturing to explore this new world as there was various buildings and strange machine like things moving down a road of sorts. 

Where exactly was he?

The alchemist decides to pull his hood over his head as he walked on, bright teal irises blinking ever so slightly as the star mark on his throat glinted a bit in the dim light.

@invidiaesin​​ asked:

"Still can't believe they let pipsqueaks become State Alchemists."

His ears are on fire at the use of such a word to describe him. He hates that word and he can feel the fire race to burn him at his bones. He hates that word and the fire consumes him. It consumes him for all that he is if only for the fact that allowing himself to drink from the goblet that contains his rage it helps drown out the taste of the bitter poison that laces the cup.  

Fear it was tainted residue that’s left behind and tingles on his lips as he swallows it down. Swallow it all because if he can’t control where it’s going then it’ll consume him before he can consume it.  His anger is a drug. His anger - a mask. It covers the face of a small rabbit resisting the urge to flee when golden eyes take in the sight of his assailant. A sin made of jealousy. A sin made of twisted faces and false identities.  A sin of made of everything except their own individuality. An amalgamation of lost souls that have been twisted and bent into this malformed imitation human. 

Everything a human could be but is clearly not.  

He’s swallowing down hard as his mind reels and he tries not to let it spiral out of control. He knows what he is to this one. He knows what he is. He knows what he is because he still remembers laying on the cold stone floor of laboratory five on his belly in a puddle of his own blood.  He remembers the feeling of fingers lacing themselves into thick braided blond locks if only to use them to hold him place.  

He lost too much blood that day. He lost too much blood that day and he can’t only remember being told that he was being kept alive for the untold purposes of other people. Other monsters. He can only remember being told he was a resource and that was the only reason he was alive. A resource. Less than human.  

He broke too many bones the other. Surrounded by an ocean of blood in a place he was told it would be impossible to escape from so he may as well submit to his fate and accept the grim reality that he would die in such a place. That was when he learned. Learned the truth behind the face of such a beast as this one. He learned of their stone this way and the core of his beast if only because he was nearly drawn inside it.  A shimmering crimson orb in front of his very eyes as he lay stagnant and broken amongst the choir of voices begging for his body to be their own and the putrid smell of this monster’s breath. 

He’d become a resource but not in the way his life was originally intended to be used. He’d become a resource in a way he never wanted to be. He never wanted this. He never wanted any of it all. 

How did it get to be this?  

Hand balled up at his side, with nails digging into his palm as if it was the only way he could anchor himself to ground in the rage that’s threatening to sweep him away. He mustn’t let them know he’s afraid. He can’t ever let them know of the fear that rests deep in his belly. He mustn’t let them know if only to avoid yet another thread of manipulation be attached to the marionette he was slowly becoming for the monster before him. 

The Family Disappointment: "If narcissism had a symbol what would it be?"

The Family Disappointment: me: Greed.

Daddy: Yeah

Daddy: He only cares about himself and not his father

Daddy: just screw ur daddy right?

The Family Disappointment: Hey, Father didn't care first ok. He's just returning the favor.

Daddy: Father cares about his kids

Daddy: he loves them so much

Daddy: cough so much cough

The Family Disappointment: Riight... and every single one of them is a walking disfunction just because.

Daddy: Naaaaah they're perfectly healthy

Daddy: especially Envy

The Family Disappointment: Oh he's the healthiest of them all. Not contemplating suicide at all

Daddy: He would never do such a thing

Daddy: never

Daddy: I can't even imagine that

Daddy: from him of all people

The Family Disappointment: Just where would he get that much self-loathing from anyway?

Daddy: Tbh Envy is one of the stronger characters when it comes to selfesteem and confidence in himself.

Daddy: Generally speaking, I think him and Kimblee are role models for us all

The Family Disappointment: Yes, we should definitely elect Kimbley as president. What's the worst that could happen?

Hell Alligator: Envy voice: I'm what the kids call 'relatable'

The Family Disappointment: I read that in a dirty frank voice

Hell Alligator: U mean filthy frank

The Family Disappointment: ....y es

Hell Alligator: Ppppft

@invidiaesin​​ commissioned: //lis...ten...👕 ✍️I accept no critisism || Elias in Your Muse’s Outfit || SLOWLY ACCEPTING

“This is...actually kind of a look, not going to lie. But at the same time, this is just...far too tight for me. More breathable than Greed’s though, I’ll give you that much.”

I would like to apologize to the dash for how much Elias’ tits have been on it lately! Anyway hi the Envy look is my favorite look like deadass this looks so good! Thank you for the ask! And for the excuse to learn how to draw some under boob because Envy’s outfit was not made for people with uhhh large chests

Also enjoy this silly doodle beneath the cut