gonna be redoing my graphics here.
UPDATE: hey everyone ! i know i have been scarce the last few months, and the truth of that is, a lot happened in my personal life that effected my ability to be present. aside from that, i have started writing my own projects more regularly and that’s been eating up the bulk of my time. i do miss you all, so i want to come back and be present more. for now i am going to be focusing more on my oc’s. i have not abandoned any blogs and will be on them, but my free time is limited nowadays.
if anyone wants to write on discord, please do let me know! i would love to make us a server.
@unsnare asked: ❝ every mirror lies, except the broken one. ❞

vulnerability. behind the carefully constructed mask of one’s humanity, was the object of their true hearts desire. a non broken soul would show you a version of themselves that didn’t exist. in contrast a broken soul would have all their insecurities laid bare, like shattered glass. kenzie is in the business of broken souls of all kinds. some deserved the damnation they got, others just got a shit hand.

one day he had asked his master in passing on what gets a soul into heaven. lucifer had laughed, & snidely told kenzie that good & bad was black & white. if you were good you went to heaven, you committed sin you went to hell. a flawed system when essentially the fiery inferno was home to all the ones the heavenly father didn’t want. he wonders what life might have been like if he had been by the lords side from the beginning.
“ an astute conclusion, one would think.” he answers knowingly. “but let me ask, which one would you favour ? the unbroken mirror that showed you what you wanted to see, or would you prefer the beauty of a shattered but deepest desire?”

@unsnare asked: ❝ the well doesn’t echo; it whispers back. ❞

hands are pressed against the cold stone surface of the well, a twitch in his spine, barely noticed if you knew him well. but no one did know arkham now did they ? he himself didn’t even recognize the reflection in the water below starring back at him. the air around him is cold & damp, very unlike home; the eternal flame that would never burn out.

below him, the water shifts & contorts itself, changing shape in the blink of an eye. kenzie had hoped that the mystical well would serve him answers to escape his fate, but alas. the future, is not yet set, only one of many possibilities. his shoulder’s are tense, but he takes a deep breath in before turning to face the speaker. the servant of satan is not pleased to be interrupted, but for sake discussion, he decides to bite.
“that, would entirely depend on what you seek. echoes are voices of the past, whilst a whisper is a kept secret. if you seek the future you will find nothing but the ghost of what is to come. nothing is set.”

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !
❝ the forest listens child, and it remembers. ❞
❝ don’t touch the thorns unless you wish to bleed for her. ❞
❝ she promised me a crown of bones, and i said yes. ❞
❝ keep smiling, wolves don’t like unhappy meals. ❞
❝ your shadow is walking faster than you. ❞
❝ the well doesn’t echo; it whispers back. ❞
❝ every mirror lies, except the broken one. ❞
❝ the prince isn’t asleep, he’s waiting. ❞
❝ if you hear music in the trees, run. ❞
❝ she braided her hair with human veins. ❞
❝ he swallowed the moon, and now he can’t die. ❞
❝ the feast is for you… and of you. ❞
❝ they buried me under the roots, but i grew back. ❞
❝ the wolf asked me to wear red. ❞
❝ the fairy’s gift was teeth. ❞
❝ mother said never to stray from the path, but the path itself moved beneath my feet. ❞
❝ the witch’s cottage smells of sugar and smoke, but it is the silence inside that makes me afraid. ❞
❝ he said he would marry me when the roses bloomed black, and this morning i found one in my bed. ❞
❝ the king offers gold for my hand, but the shadows in his court offer freedom. ❞
❝ i thought i was dancing with a handsome boy, until i saw the hooves beneath his cloak. ❞
❝ the villagers smile when they give me bread, but their eyes linger on the knife at my throat. ❞
❝ a wolf at my door is one thing, this one came wearing my father’s voice. ❞
❝ when i kissed him, his lips were warm, but his heart was already soil. ❞
❝ they told me the forest was cursed, yet the trees bowed as i entered. ❞
❝ the queen said she loved me, but she keeps me locked in a tower of mirrors. ❞
❝ i thought the song would save me, then i realized it was luring me to the river. ❞
❝ his smile was kind, until i noticed the teeth were not his own. ❞
❝ the fairy blessed me at birth, but i’ve been starving ever since. ❞
❝ the beast asked me what i feared most; i answered, ‘becoming you’.❞
❝ they told me the story ended happily, but i saw the blood beneath the wedding veil. ❞

private and selective original character 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙚 𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙩 better known as 𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙢 "𝙖𝙧𝙠" 𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙚 featured in original lore, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮, written and created by elias. he/him. pst. 25+ affiliated with: @horrorfound, @tragedyblood
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : as stated above mackenzie is part of an original saga of my own creation which i play multiple characters of. this world of mine has been several years in the making and it is continuingly expanding. warning: mackenzie's story contains many triggering elements including heavy emphasis on s****a at the hands of lucifer and in some verses, whom is his adopted father. this is a critical element to his background as it effects how he interacts with others. if any of this is a problem for you, i advise you do not follow this blog. more information can be found in my carrd.
𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 | 𝐏𝐒𝐃: © pinkinnards | 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑: © cassiaslair

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 : @auras3ye ( 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖼 ), @applesdrowned ( 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄 ), @pres5play ( 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 ), @horrorsought ( 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂 ), @hazb1ns ( 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 )