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Two in one day? Amazing. Pagan's on a roll!

Inspired the poem "Little Orphant Annie", one of my favourites since I was a child.

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Dropping out :c I'm sorry. I really like this Mako but some things have come up and I need to deal with those.

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[Metanoia-]

❧ Username // Vantas.
❧ Name // Absinthe Belladonna
❧ Gender // Trans Female
❧ Pronouns // She/Her
❧ Sexuality // Grey Asexual

R I S E

Still waters glitter in the darkness
Dark abyss waiting for her
Black and thick like ink
Sending chills down the spines of all
Who grace themselves in it's presence.

She broke the surface as smooth as a nightmare
The ruler of the dark insanity that crawls itself inside you
Her icy cold black claws pricking against your skin
Body dripping with the blood of the pool
Shimmering with deep desire to wreck havoc

As mighty as the King of Hell
They rise
One by one her minions creep alongside her majesty
One by one they rise
Their bodies twisted in freak harmony
They breathe in with gasping breath
And rise

Leaving trails of pure midnight
They drag themselves across the Earth's floor
Mouths agape as if to scream in horror
But only the sound of struggled air escapes
They follow her to wherever she leads
She walks with grace
Leaving death in her wake

Wilted flowers and bleeding hearts
With a quick flick of the wrist she sends them off
Each one crawling into the hearts of children
Filling their dreams of sunshine and golden summers
Into their worse fears come true
She is beauty
As she tiptoes to and fro
Her eyes flickering with evil intent

Whatever happened to that little girl
The one who dreamed too much
The one who always danced the sun awake?

Her dreams brought her too far
They pushed her over the edge
To a place where she could never turn back
Over the tip
Into the water
And there she vanished into the empty darkness
And rose an empress
A queen
And lead her army of madness into the night
Where she fed off the screams of the asleep
And the dead

So what happened to that little girl?
The one who put her heart to others?
The one who filled spirits with joy?

She has risen.

This story is about Absinthe leading her army of darkness into town where she would whisper sweet nightmares into the ears of children sleeping and then feast off of their terror. The water she comes out of is almost like ink when she gets out because when she was resting in it, she was at the bottom with all the swamp mud and gunk, covering her with a thick black sludge.

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Macabre
Absinthe's thoughts are violent and frightening, filled with dark and evil intent and desire. She dreams of being able to kill, to have that physical ability to touch and kill, but she knows she can't. Instead she imagines herself being able to in some of the worst possible ways and then she sends her minions to plant this seed of nightmare into children's dreams.

Vengeful
As much as she wants to, Absinthe can't physically harm anyone. Even if she tries, there is a force that pulls her back into the pond, so she doesn't bother. She is filled with hatred and desire to kill, but all that is because she wants to exact revenge on the life she had prior to her new spirit.

Evil
As simple as this word is, it's true. She feeds off of nightmares she puts in children for gods sake! If that doesn't scream "pretty bad person" then oh boy. She beats her minions if they develop human emotions and disobey, screaming insults at them and smacking them, sometimes making them vanish permanently.

Somber
Absinthe may smile wickedly whenever she sends out at night, but her heart aches with sadness and despair, wanting more than anything (even her lust to kill) to go back to her old life. Soon, though, that feeling will be lost because every day more and more of her old self fades away. Soon she will be completely new.

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Absinthe used to be a lively young Mako who would lay in the sunshine and dream of adventure. She used to plan all her travels and scour the globe for exciting new things to do. She used to love the feel of the warm Rays against her fur and just dance in it, dance like nothing would ever stop her.
That was until one day when she was outside her home she discovered a small pond, a pond in a marshy area in the woods. Now like every cliche horror movie, Absinthe became too curious for her own good and decided to get a closer look at the pond. Poor girl, she fell in. All the thick sludge was uplifted from the bottom in her thrashing to get out and clung to her body, making her heavier and dragging her down, filling her lungs until she drowned.
Except she didn't die. She was... reborn. Into something else, something dark and evil. She rose from the pond, dripping with the black muck and felt something stir inside her. She was lost, confused, until she felt this hunger deep within her that compelled her to dance again. Her moves this time though were filled with a different emotion. In her moment of new found bliss, sludge creatures made from darkness rose from the pond after her and started heading towards the city where she watched them crawl into the rooms of children.
Each scream filled the hunger that she felt and the more they screamed the more she danced. This insanity it brought has been darkening her mind ever since.

Come Little Children

I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land

Of Enchantment

Come Little Children

The Time's Come To Play

Here In My Garden

Of Shadows


Follow Sweet Children

I'll Show Thee the Way

Through All The Pain And

The Sorrow

Weep Not Poor Children

For Life Is This Way

Murdering Beauty And

Passions


Hush Now Dear Children

It Must Be This Way

Too Weary Of Life And

Deceptions


Rest Now My Children

For Soon We'll Away

Into The Calm And

The Quiet


Come Little Children

I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land

Of Enchantment


Come Little Children

The Time's Come To Play

Here In My Garden

Of Shadows

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❧ Dreams // Good ones specifically.
❧ Laughter // Filled with joy of kindness that is.
❧ Daylight // When she has to return to the pond.
❧ The pond // It's her eternal tomb.
❧ Her old self // Slowly anyways.

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❧ Nightmares // It fuels the screams.
❧ Screams // It gives her power.
❧ Darkness // It's when she awakes.
❧ Herself // She finds herself to be beautiful and all powerful.
❧ Death // Especially when the result comes from her.

Doodle in Biology/World History Classes by Vantas.
Rise by Cowardly_Knight
Meanie Chibi by HappyPotato

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Bewitched - Blood on the Dance Floor
Come Little Children - Hocus Pocus
Mad World - Gary Jules


❧Fun Fact;; // Absinthe has a beautiful singing voice.
❧Fun Fact;;// She doesn't know it yet, but she can get away with murder by singing to the children into following her to the pond to drown where they would become her minions.
❧Fun Fact;;// Absinthe had been named ironically but she won't tell much about it.
❧Fun Fact;;// She is a Capricorn.

In Sleep - Vantas.
In sleep I find no peace,
In sleep I am not dead.
In sleep I find the darkest thoughts,
That plague my conscious head.

At night I find my daytime,
At night I am my heart.
At night I find just painted lies,
That tear my mind apart.

In slumber I find a future,
In slumber I am made to see.
In slumber I find only left turns,
That ingrain a fear of fear in me..

"Everything I've ever known has been washed away with the seeds of darkness and doubt. Who are they? Those who tread uneasily alongside me. I don't know, but they want to help. They feel the hunger welling up inside me and gnawing angrily at the core of each and every bone, every nerve shot, popped, and shattered into absolute dust. The soul within me is frayed, clawing and screaming at the cage its trapped in, the black water seeping in and soaking its skin so close to its frail and fragile body that the poor thing can't stand on its own anymore.
I don't tell the others but I fear this part inside me. I fear that one day it will take over and there will be nothing more left of the old me that once inhabited the sun hours, now marching through foggy twilight to do harm to those who have not done wrong. I fear that I will never be able to go back, and I know why it's this way.
The pond. It's evil. It's been whispering to me as long as I could remember. It promises me great power, if only I looked in to the reflection. I had always ignored it, why, oh why did I listen? Now I'm trapped, begging to be set free like a bird in a box, my wings tearing apart one feather at a time the longer I stay like this, they're ink black softness dying as am I.
I guess it's not so bad, letting the madness consume you. It's cold and dark like one would expect, but it's never lonely. I always have friends here. They're inside me. They whisper great things to come and tell me I will be only the best, and they all sound the same. There are two of them. One always gloomy and one always joyful. They both say the same. They are my friends. More than those who March beside me.
I am never alone. I am always here.
I am the Angel of darkness.
And I've come to stay."

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Byteme
Name: Voev
Gender: Male
Poem:

They're all watching

They're watching
Beings I can never catch

Every dream
Since childhood
Held these heathens trite and true
Tortured me within my mind
Stole my pelt
My tongue, my eyes

Filled my mouth so numb
With tar and quick stick glue

Darkened up my eyes with night
And asked me "Can you see"
And I stared them straight

Blind with faith

Into their faces
through the dark night skies and tar
I said "No"
"I can not see"



They're watching
And they call me dumb

Forever had they told me
What not to do

Whispering into my dreams
With their every plight
Whispering, whispering
Telling me I can not be me

They're watching
Up into late

They told me "You're not going places"
"You'll be soon quite dead,
upon the mar"

They're all watching
I said "No"
"I will be free"
They're all waiting

Waiting until I sleep
For exhaustions catches my mind
And quickly into body
A rest I can not decline

I fear for every night
And begun with every day
Feel them whisping by my side

And inside my mind
That March into this May


They're all watching Me
Red eyes through the flowers
And red eyes through each feather
Made my own eyes quite dead

Every time they snuck into my dreams


I very slowly
Begun to lose
My very head

[the mar- the marrow- tomorrow
That March into this May--- a double meaning of months passing and that march into dismay]

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☤Username☤
Coradrawa
☤Song☤
ECHO & 911
Could I please ask...
Why the world wishes to hurt me
When all I can do is speak the truth?

I struggle to understand
Why I must always sit here alone
When everyone else smiles and laughs
While I cry in loneliness...

Is it because I am different?
Or because I see the world...
Far different to the rest?

Some days I wish
That I had wings to make me
Fly away from the pain
And take me some place else

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☤Name☤
Ink
☤Gender☤
Female
You may never be free
You must always be
Dwelling in sorrow to pleas

You may struggle all you want
You may beg for help
But your speech is different
It's just a gurgled mess

You are only different
For we command so
Just like you see a black and white world

Though you wish for wings
If they are to be granted
We would set them on fire
And watch you all from the sky

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☤Poem☤
My words so hidden to my ears
My sight so hidden to my eyes

The colours you talk of
Are they truly true?
I dare you to tell me
If the truth is true

My darkened eyes
Almost petrified
Were stolen by the night
All against my right

If this tar,
Is the colour of my soul
Or truly my only words
Then may you please tell me...
What it's colour is?
And what words it whispers?

Though if it is neither
You are no use to me

Though I am deemed blind
Though I am deemed deaf
I can still hear your cries
I can still see your fright

I suppose the night
Did steal my sight
But it granted me one thing
The painful truth...

That I am to never see

{Poem by me}

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☤Enemy So Invisible In Nightmares☤
I sat in the dark corner. My eyes flicking around. Black and white being all I see. A tar like substance poured out of my mouth before something felt wrong.
I stood up and looked behind me, the corner now a long corridor spreading far into nothingness. Nervously I stepped out onto the pitch black floor, unsure if anything was even there to stand upon.
Silence was deafening to my ears as the tar substance left a dark cloak behind me on the floor. I kept walking before a spark of red lit up far off in the distance. My heart beat faster at the sight of it, before I began sprinting in its direction.
Though a danger pricked my senses as heavy footsteps rang out behind me. Glancing round I saw nothing but black and white. However my mind screamed something was there, chasing me with a murderous intent.
I sped up, no longer at the wish to find out what brought the red to this black and white world...but to run from the enemy I could not see.
My legs sped up even more as I felt something invisible claw at my tail, pain shooting up my body.
As I sped up though, the footsteps began to speed up as well.
How I wished to turn around and fight the thing off, but I don't know how to fight and my muscles were trembling from fright to much.
When I tried to call for help only more tar poured out of my mouth, changing my plead into a gurgling mess.
Suddenly the ground beneath me vanished as I began to fall. My distorted, gurgled screams echoing through out the empty space as I seemed to fall for eternity.
I woke up before I hit the bottom, darkness being the only thing my open eyes could see apart from the silver moon light shafting through a crack in my curtains.
A pain came from my tail and when I turned to face it, I could faintly see a liquid pooling around it as red claw marks decorated it.
My nightmare flashed in my mind as I winced.
Dreams can be far to real...

Woot <3 So happy how this turned out!

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☤Personality☤
Ink's personality is a bit strange. Sometimes she acts like any other person, friendly and caring to those close to her. However other times, she is like a completely different person. She would talk about how 'My enemies are everywhere yet invisible' and how 'the world is in black and white', or other crazy stuff like that. She can also be extremely jumpy and easily frightened. Sometimes she might just randomly break down into tears after she wakes up or is yelled at. So many people do not know how to approach her.
No one knows why she is like this, mostly because some people are scared of the disturbing things she sometimes says. But those who do talk to her, quickly leave her because of the strange tar coming from her mouth or because of how she talks. This of course makes her extremely lonely.

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☤Likes and Dislikes☤
|Likes|
|Toffee/Caramel/Fudge
|Stories
|Ink Art
|The moon, stars and sun
|Rain
|Dislikes|
|Thunderstorms
|To hot or cold
|Being lonely
|Her nightmares
|Shadows/Dark

☤History☤
Ink had a strange childhood. Her parents were mysteries who had left her at an orphanage, so no one knew where Ink came from or what she might of actually been named. Though as she grew up she was outcast by the village. They didn't understand what the substance coming from her mouth was, so they resorted to fearing it. The orphanage pleaded for the help of many healers and priests but nothing they did helped get rid of this strange substance. Eventually the village slowly forgot about little Ink, even the orphanage. Though when she does appear, no one recognizes her and calls her a freak or a possessed monster. Because of this, Ink spends her days living at the now closed-down orphanage as she tried to preserve the building she called home her whole life...

[Guest]

I'm laughin at myself. I accidentally put the end date as 4/10, it was supposed to be 3/10.
I extended it to the 15th because of my accident. :'D

[Metanoia-]

I never even noticed I assumed it was due tomorrow because I thought it said 3/10 already omg
also thank you for the extension now Zen can help me with art shes too kind to me owo