#sunlit-mess

Cyn was such a mysterious character, in the past, she was a "little sister" to N, and to the end of the show, she became a god-like enitiy, tried to kill Uzi, N and V, and nearly destroyed Copper 9.

Doodle I discovered with a timestamp of 2:27 am titled "Give the man horns" because yeah. Petition for real deer horns and not the literal crab claws lol (it's pretend hate guys I love his horns don't come for me)

Trying to draw @sunlit-mess's new pfp 😭 (Help, why it looks like from a 19's cartoon? 😭)

Other ver -v-

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ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ

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MAIN VERSE . 1

THE SCAPEGOAT

Heart strings are unfaithful, wrapped in barbed wire.

When abuse is present, we frequently seek refuge in the arms of a guardian. SAVE ME, SAVE ME, I AM AS PURE AS THE LAMB DO NOT LOOK UNDER MY PELT AS I AM NO WOLF. A knight in gleaming armor will break open your bonds. One who hears our screams in the woods as we attempt to free ourselves from our confines. Some seek redemption in what is immediately available to them. As a result, trauma bonding may develop. A horrible mash-up of two pieces that appear to be the perfect jigsaw piece but do not fit properly unless forced into the larger image. Years passed into decades, and your detachment faded as you accepted that this was simply not to be. Family photographs devolve into falsehoods, happiness into pain, and the awareness of a double-knotted nose around the neck at each end. Eventually, it produces a magnet that refuses to attach. Desperately, one side tries to resist gravitational attraction as the other places a wall of glass.

❝ The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. Which is better—to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast. . . . Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! . . . You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are the way they are? ❞

And there she stands, seven years departed infatuated with one more her suit. He clung to his pain as it worsened day after day. The return of his actual angel, only to discover that her wings had never been, just a mirage to support his own fantasies as she bared bloodthirsty and insane. More of the devil than he—but her poison kept him drinking, his eyes never leaving the rose tone, even when it was splashed with his own blood. I DON'T TRUST YOUR LOVE , I KNOW IT WILL FALL JUST AS WE DID FROM THE SKIES.