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[STREAM SCHEDULE FOR THE WEEK OF NOV 2-8]
it's finally here! i'm becoming a real vtuber!
if you've ever wanted vip in an awesomesauce cool hot funny amazing vtuber's channel make sure to show up for wednesday night's (thursday for non americans) DRUNK stream !!
soemtimes u just gotta post writing that isnt even a rough draft w zero editing because thats the only way u can get yourself to do it.....
[FIRST MEETING - LORE]
Emptyβ The only word that came to mind as the sound of your labored breathing reverberated against the cold granite walls.
That was also the only thing you could say about the owner of this shattered palace. After all, the God of Chaos, Harbinger of the Apocalypse and the man who destroyed your life couldnβt possibly have anything going on inside his heart, right?
Your eyes stung as distant memories of your life before the cataclysm flashed past your mind. Faces that were nothing but dark static now spoke in distorted voices to you. Despite not remembering what it was that they were saying, you knew from the tone of their voice and the tightness in your chest that they were once dear to you. Your nails dug into your palms as your fists clenched involuntarily. As you raised your hand to wipe away the tears, the familiar scent of iron from your bloodied sleeves wafted past your nose. You grimaced. It had been so long since you smelled anything pleasant. These days, all you could remember was the scent of blood, mildew, and sometimes if you were lucky, petrichor.
A storm of forgotten memories tore through your heart as you continued to trudge through the palace. Phantoms of faces that you had long forgotten clawed at you, weighing you down with every step. Through all the guilt and rage, you thought about the questions you would ask him when you reached him.
Why you? Out of everyone, why was it that you were the only person to survive? Why were you the only one left? Left with all the guilt and rage? Left on your own? What reason could he possibly have for doing all of this?
As you arrived at the heart of the palace, the Harbingerβs throne sat atop the stairs leading to the center of the room. Torches strewn across the walls flickered with blue flames as rain poured in from the open ceiling. A peculiar design choice, you thought to yourself before quickly pushing the thought away.
You looked up at him, expecting to see a grotesque monster of a man. Instead, leaning back on the throne was an angel. Or what you assumed an angel would look like in this godforsaken world. He stared at his dagger with a melancholy expression, illuminated by the moonlight glimmering down from above.
βAh, you there,β he said, clearing his throat.
You froze. His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was unmistakably boyish but carried an indescribable weariness that made you wonder how long he had been alive.
βIt seems weβre alone in this place.β
His gaze felt like a spotlight. Red and purple heterochromic eyes studied you from above with a bored expression, as if you were an insignificant bug. Despite that, you couldnβt help but be captivated.
βYou belong to me now.β
#CryoCrArt
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[FIRST MEETING - LORE]
Emptyβ The only word that came to mind as the sound of your labored breathing reverberated against the cold granite walls.
That was also the only thing you could say about the owner of this shattered palace. After all, the God of Chaos, Harbinger of the Apocalypse and the man who destroyed your life couldnβt possibly have anything going on inside his heart, right?
Your eyes stung as distant memories of your life before the cataclysm flashed past your mind. Faces that were nothing but dark static now spoke in distorted voices to you. Despite not remembering what it was that they were saying, you knew from the tone of their voice and the tightness in your chest that they were once dear to you. Your nails dug into your palms as your fists clenched involuntarily. As you raised your hand to wipe away the tears, the familiar scent of iron from your bloodied sleeves wafted past your nose. You grimaced. It had been so long since you smelled anything pleasant. These days, all you could remember was the scent of blood, mildew, and sometimes if you were lucky, petrichor.
A storm of forgotten memories tore through your heart as you continued to trudge through the palace. Phantoms of faces that you had long forgotten clawed at you, weighing you down with every step. Through all the guilt and rage, you thought about the questions you would ask him when you reached him.
Why you? Out of everyone, why was it that you were the only person to survive? Why were you the only one left? Left with all the guilt and rage? Left on your own? What reason could he possibly have for doing all of this?
As you arrived at the heart of the palace, the Harbingerβs throne sat atop the stairs leading to the center of the room. Torches strewn across the walls flickered with blue flames as rain poured in from the open ceiling. A peculiar design choice, you thought to yourself before quickly pushing the thought away.
You looked up at him, expecting to see a grotesque monster of a man. Instead, leaning back on the throne was an angel. Or what you assumed an angel would look like in this godforsaken world. He stared at his dagger with a melancholy expression, illuminated by the moonlight glimmering down from above.
βAh, you there,β he said, clearing his throat.
You froze. His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was unmistakably boyish but carried an indescribable weariness that made you wonder how long he had been alive.
βIt seems weβre alone in this place.β
His gaze felt like a spotlight. Red and purple heterochromic eyes studied you from above with a bored expression, as if you were an insignificant bug. Despite that, you couldnβt help but be captivated.
βYou belong to me now.β
#CryoCrArt
asdhgdsfbhjdsbguhfg its been so long since ive written i wanna write a short lore piece for this commission i just got back but i CANT do it justice .....
cryocrxw you are a creative writing major who has not written in YEARS please fix yourself
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lolesports is so strange because what do you mean the kid you use to lie on the couch with is the only thing standing in the way of your single most important championship win
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Sketching a few of my mutuals before bed π€
I really hate drawing hair so Iβm forcing myself to draw a lot while I pray I magically get better
Back to cms work tomorrow though! Thank you for all the love of my art so far π«Ά
hey everyone. i feel like i should explain myself to y'all.
first off, let me start off by apologizing to everyone who was looking forward to these streams. i know i've been talking a lot about staying more consistent and i'm sorry to everyone i disappointed with the recent stream cancellations.
as you guys know, i've been going through a lot recently. i don't like openly talking about my problems, so i won't delve too deep into what's going on behind the scenes but it's just been a lot this past week.
i'm taking steps to get better and i've been prescribed antidepressants and am getting set up with a psychiatrist to potentially look for a re-diagnosis of depression. i was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder, unspecified anxiety disorder and unspecified depressive disorder in high school around the time i dropped out, and i think that those problems have resurfaced as of late.
despite allat, streaming really does make me super happy and i'm very grateful i get to share this journey with everyone. i will be back funnier than ever next week!
thank you all for giving me the privilege of being your cryocrxw. see you all next week!
sorry guys stream for today and the rest of the week is cancelled
ill be back next week picking up where we left off