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[villainvirus]

diaLOG sillies

[y27d]

1ヶ月。付き合う前から一緒にいる時間が多かったから、まだこれだけ？！ってなるような、あっという間に感じるような。やまだと過ごす毎日がどうしようもないくらい愛おしくて、やまだのことが愛おしくて。毎日一緒にいてくれることが幸せで。1年前の自分に教えてあげたい。1��後はこんなにも幸せなんだよ、だから安心して毎日をすごしてね。って。「すき」って伝えたら「すき」って返ってくる。今は当然のように返ってくるけど、これがどんだけすごいことなのか。どんだけ幸せなことなのか。今のこの幸せが、どんだけ素晴らしいことなのか。毎日、やまだへの感謝をわすれない。改めて、毎日ありがとう。これからも俺の隣で、俺の大好きなその笑顔いっぱい見せてね。早く会いたいね。だいすきです。やまだのだいちゃんより。

[l5ng]

退屈だった日がこんなにも輝いて見えるのは君が居るからだろう。

[trout2004]

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[screaminatrain]

Ⅰ

A/N: Brand new book. Need help for the titles. <3

Warnings: Slight depression if you squint

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The air was humid, and rain was pouring outside. The sound of the cool drops of water hitting the leaves was supposed to be calming, yet all Rain could focus on as she lay motionless on the bed was the framed picture of her and her two siblings on the nightstand. Thousands of feelings rushed through her, yet there wasn’t a single thought in her head. Moon and Echo were sitting downstairs, discussing quietly Luke and Sophie. Rain was, more or less, eavesdropping on their conversation with her hearing aids turned up.

“If only there was a way of bringing back the dead” Moon sighed

Suddenly, it was as if a lightbulb switched on in Rain’s head. Turning her hearing aids down, she bolted up from the bed and sped downstairs, grabbing her grey aviator jacket and her bag on the way out. However, before she could shut the door behind her, Echo stuck her foot out to block the door from closing.

“Where are you going?” Echo cried indignantly “That was rude.”

“Out,” Rain stated simply, not looking at her

“At least let us go with you! What do you want us to do here alone? Starve?” Moon frowned, crossing her arms.

“I’d rather you not, thank you.” Rain turned around, trying to close the door on Echo’s foot.

“That wasn’t a question,” Echo snapped

“Are you sure?” Rain tilted her head, finally glancing at her

“Yep!” Moon smiled, popping the p

“Yeah, see?” Echo gave Rain the thumbs up, grinning

“Fine, fine.” They grabbed their bags and jackets and proceeded to follow her through the door

“PADIC, turn off the system and lock all entrances. Oh, and, turn camouflage mode on.” Rain called out to the AI installed in the building. With a satisfying click, the door locked and all the heaters and air purifiers in the house turned off. The walls suddenly blend in with the entourage, the outlines barely visible.

“You know, one day, you’d have to teach me how to code an AI.” Moon smiled, trying to pull a reaction out of Rain.

“I don't see why not,” Rain shrugged indifferently

“Wow, don’t you think Rain’s acting a bit emo?” Echo frowned, whispering to Moon

“A perk of being deaf in one ear is that you get a bionic hearing and your other ear works extremely well.” Rain glared at Echo

She tugged on a string attached to the garage, and the garage doors slid open smoothly. Inside, a black Jeep lit up and drove itself to precisely where Rain was standing.

“I’ve always wanted to ride in one of these things,” Echo whistled appreciatively, climbing in.

Moon sat beside Echo in the backseat, pulling at her phone “Music?”

“Connect it to the Bluetooth,” Rain told her, climbing into the driver’s seat

As Rain started the car, a female robotic voice echoed through the vehicle, making the two jump.

“Hello, ma’am. Where will we be going today?” PADIC asked, the lights of the vehicle lit up and Moon’s soft music played in the background.

“Uhm, Trimper Rides of Ocean City in Maine, please.” Rain sighed in satisfaction as the GPS and compass appeared on the screen of the automobile.

“You were going to go to an amusement park without us?!” Echo gasped dramatically, faking offendedness

Rain ignored her and drove on, finally reaching the highway. To occupy the silence, she turned the music up and whistled along to the song.

This is Gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories

“Where exactly are we going?” Moon questioned, taking a pause from singing

“Ocean City, Maryland.” Rain stopped whistling, looking at Moon from the rear mirror.

The dark sky made the ambiance gloomy, the only splash of colors in the sky was the bright orange sun setting. Soon enough, after only ten minutes or so, Echo’s soft snores sounded through the car. The soft song playing in the background was the only thing keeping them awake.

The gnashing teeth and criminal tounges Conspire against the odds But they haven't seen the best of us yet If you love me let me go If you love me let me go Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart

“Gwen?” Moon spoke timidly “I-I’m sorry about Luke and Sophie. I know they were important to you.”

“It’s fine,” Moon didn’t miss the small tic in Rain’s jaw “Everything happens for a reason.”

“People come and go, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Moon tried comforting Rain, patting her on the head gently.

“When we were born in the 1920s, we relied on each other. Our two dads were scientists and they worked overtime because of the first world war. After we came out of the time freeze, Sophie was recruited by ARMS, Luke lived in the safe house, and I was sent to school.” She exhaled shakily through her nose, finally embracing the truth after years.

This is Gospel for the vagabonds Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors

“Does Echo know?” Moon asked softly, surprised at her shaking head

“I’m not ready for anyone else to find out yet,” Rain explained, letting out a sigh “I don’t want to be seen in a different light, y’know?”

Moon nodded, “That’s also why we chose to keep our powers secret.”

Don't try to sleep through the end of the world And bury me alive Cause I won't give up without a fight

“Wake Echo up.” Rain’s voice woke Moon up from her daydream “She’ll want some food”

“W-What’s going on?” Echo’s sleepy voice spoke, Moon nudging her repeatedly.

“Drive-thru. What fast food would you like for a late dinner?”

If you love me let me go If you love me let me go Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart The fear of falling apart The fear, the fear of falling apart (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart (This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart

“This should be safe to camp for a night.” Rain parked at the nearest shopping mall’s parking area

“Night, you both.” Moon said, pulling her jacket around herself, and closing her eyes.

“Goodnight.”

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[seraphwires]

・BOYREViVED﹕✦ ⋯ when one ’ s gender feels like a dead boy that was revived , or as though their boyhood was once cold & dead , but has been revived by other xenogenders or any other means !

・GiRLREViVED﹕✦ ⋯ when one ’ s gender feels like a dead girl that was revived , or as though their girlhood was once cold & dead , but has been revived by other xenogenders or any other means !

╰╮ ✦ coined by The Eternal Maiden , Alouette ｡

requested by no one !

⋯ these are subgenders under @clubpenguincoins ’ genderrevived !

[yourdarlingness]

Somvisphere　(SOM-VEE-SFEER)

　·　requested by @puresel

a gender related to being a sleepy god in outerspace.

　·　Read my DNFI before following this blog!

Etymology

The "Som" comes from "Somnus" - from a Latin word, meaning "sleep."

The "Vi" comes from "Divine" - meaning of, from, or like God or a god.

Sphere - from the 7 layers of the atmosphere, specifically the Exosphere.

　special thanks to @/st4ratlz for the hands idea !

[ryugamori-manjou]

序盤のイメージ

[thesiciliansiren]

crazy how the very first sin was a woman who ate

[girlfox]

peeks my head in ,

[angelf4ced]

*clears throat* here ye, here ye! this here be a permanent interaction call. by liking this you're basically consenting for the lovely char to bother your muse(s) with a starter, some memes, or just random bullshit whenever.

[princeblack]

regulus black has been dead for one hundred and twenty-one years and the only voice he knows now is hers. it’s warm, wrapping around his soul and making him feel less alone; less of a memory and more of a person again. he’s still there, lingering, even a century after his death, having his life ripped away from him because of consumption.

what she didn’t know is he wasn’t your average dead man in any dead grave. or maybe she did know that, somewhere deep down. why else would he become her favorite? he felt her favoritism every time she leaned against his tombstone, talking about her days as if he were her friend and not the ghost of someone she would never know. his name is etched on the tombstone, but nothing more remains aside from the bust his mother had sculpted to commemorate her lost son. she had come to his grave to weep at it until consumption took her life as well, dwindling the numbers in the black family to almost nothing.

regulus had a life once, born as the son of a wealthy noble and raised strictly by way of his mother, given better education than most and learning complex science and math others didn’t have access to at a young age. he was familiar with the arts as well, writing and playing piano better than anyone in their town. he even proved to be adept at what was usually saved for the lower class, like caring for animals and livestock. not that his mother was a fan of him being friendly with the local farmers, saying it was beneath his father’s family and they had a reputation to uphold. besides that, there was danger to associating with the common folk because of what they were.

orion black was a successful businessman who amassed wealth through investments and commercial ventures, known even outside of their hometown for his fortune and contributions to various enterprises. orion wanted regulus to manage his estate and investments when he was old enough, although his mother was more worried about teaching him her own family’s ways, including inducting him into the family coven.

many still believed in witches, especially in such a rural area, and regulus’s family wasn’t safe from the persecution they’d face if anyone found out. it was a cult in a sense, regulus being brought up in the ways of the religion; worshiping and sacrificing to the the Horned One in order for their family to keep their powers. the old god was displeased when andromeda left the coven, withholding some of their powers for a time.

unluckily for regulus, this was when he fell ill, soon to meet an untimely fate. stricken with grief, walburga had done what magic she could, not enough to heal him but at least enough to resurrect him if all magical requirements were met.

she harnessed the power of a comet overhead, using its magic to reverse his death once it were to pass over again.

at least, this is how it was explained to regulus just before he died. he waited over a century after, sure that the spell had failed (and even if it didn’t, his loved ones were surely dead anyway).

that is, until he meets her.

she cares for his grave, scrubbing it clean and leaving flowers for him every week. she even gazes at his statue, talking to him as if he could talk back. regulus isn’t man anymore; only spirit, but even so he can see how beautiful she is and he knows she’s the most perfect human being to ever walk the earth. who else would care for someone they don’t know and keep his memory alive more than his family ever did?

one night she gifts him her aunt’s necklace, leaving it on his bust as an offering. he remembers her sweet words, explaining why she wanted him to have it and even murmuring that she wishes she could be with him. it’s then that he’s sure she can feel it, too– his spirit, and the way the two of them are drawn together, even with death and life separating them still.

his soul longs for her, wondering if the comet will pass by sometime before her life is over.

luckily, the night finally comes, and he can feel his awareness shift, being sucked below. once he was apart of the cemetery; apart of the breeze, just another spirit among many. but now he can feel his awareness being siphoned down, pulled into blackness, and then he’s there.

everything is dark, but he can feel his body. he’s almost not sure if this is real, but the weight of the ground is pressing down on him and it’s only because of magic that animates his body that he has the strength to claw his way from the dirt without suffocating. it takes some difficulty, struggling to reach the surface, but he eventually pushes through the ground, emerging from the soil and dragging himself out.

he can breathe, but there’s a hollow feeling in his chest, almost as if he doesn’t have to because he’s dead. dirt falls off of him as he stands on unsteady legs, almost overwhelmed by his surroundings in the overgrown graveyard. the breeze is something he hasn’t felt on his face in over a century, along with the way air rests in his lungs. the moon is shining down on him, round and full, illuminating his tombstone and the bust his mother had made of him just above it.

he sees her necklace there, glinting in the dark, and shaky fingers reach out to take it, pulling it off for him to hold. it’s significantly nicer than anything on him, his old vest covered in chunks of soil and torn and faded. even the sleeves of his shirt are ripped, even though they were once elegant and of the highest quality white fabric.

he can feel salem through the necklace, as if a pulse of her soul is within it, her beating heart in his hand as he struggles out of the graveyard. her home isn’t far, through the forest and on the edge of a rural neighborhood. he knows because he can sense her, almost as if they’re connected. his mother always said he was the most psychic of the witches in their coven, but now it feels even more true, because his mind leads him directly to the woman he loves.

he crosses her yard, reaching the front door. he looks like a phantom on her porch, his skin even paler than it was when he was alive, smeared in dirt and grime. his black hair is caked with it too, to the point he’s almost unrecognizable. whatever state he was resurrected to, he knows he isn’t fully human. everything feels muffled and his body is cold; not like he remembered having flesh to be.

he’s sure he would be burned at the stake if anyone were to see him, a warning his family had given him time and time again about their magic. but he opens salem’s door anyway, using supernatural strength to break the lock and open the front door. he can sense her in the living space, just a few feet away, but he isn’t prepared to meet her beautiful blue eyes when he does. if regulus had breath it would’ve been taken from him, his cold fingers tightening on the necklace as he holds it out. / @ghstdoll

[movielosophy]

Creation of the Gods Ⅰ | Block him

[deertism]

i love you problematic alters

i love you problematic fictive

i love you problematic factives

[puffpastrycrimewatch]

[seraphwires]

　┈　VELVETDECORATED﹕ a gender under the Genderdecorated system in which one ' s gender feels as if it was decorated in velvet , one ' s gender is related to velvet decorations , ++ // or one ' s gender being decorated in velvetgenders .

𓂃　†　coined by Writhe⠀⠀⠀ ╱ ⠀⠀⠀requested ┈ no one

[PT: Velvetdecorated: A gender under the Genderdecorated system (link) in which one's gender feels as if it was decorated in velvet, one's gender is related to velvet decorations, and/or one's gender being decorated in velvetgenders. /END PT]