#melody phantasma

[superspookyjanelle]

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[projectdivapolls]

Round 1 results are in!

A Song of Wastelands, Forests, and Magic vs Absolunote

ACUTE vs Adolescence

AFTER BURNER vs Ageage Again

Ai Kotoba vs Akatsuki Arrival

Alien Alien vs Amatsu Kitsune

Arifureta Sekai Seifuku vs Ashes to Ashes

Betty the Liar vs Beware of the Miku Miku Germs♪

Black Gold vs Black★Rock Shooter

Blackjack vs break;down

Break It, Break It! vs Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder

Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder -39's Giving Day Edition- vs Cantarella

Cantarella ~ Grace Edition ~ vs Cat Food

Catch the Wave vs Cendrillon

Change Me vs Close and Open, Demons and the Dead

Clover♣️Club vs Colorful×Melody

Colorful×Sexy vs Continuing Dream

Dear vs Dear Cocoa Girls

Decorator vs Deep Sea City Underground

Deep Sea Girl vs Denparadigm

Disruptive Diva (Easy/Normal) vs Disruptive Diva (Hard/Extreme)

Double Lariat vs Doubleganger

Dream-Eating Monochrome Baku vs Dreaming Leaf

DYE vs Electric Angel

Electrosaturator vs Envy Cat Walk

Equation+** vs Erase or Zero

Far Away vs Finder (DSLR remix - re:edit)

Fire◎Flower vs Freely Tomorrow

Gaikotsu Gakudan to Riria vs Gemini

Ghost Rule vs Gigantic Girl

Gizmo vs Glasses

Glory 3usi9 vs God-Tier Tune

Grumpy Waltz vs Hanamai Tsukuyomi Tan

Hand in Hand vs Hello, Worker

✽Hello, Planet. vs Here Comes Karakasa-san

HIBANA vs High School Days - DIVA EDIT

Hm? Ah, Yes. vs Holy Star -2010 DIVA mix-

How'd It Get To Be Like This? vs I'll Miku-Miku You♪ (For Reals)

I'm Your Diva vs I Really Do Understand

Idol Radio (Game Edit) vs Ievan Polkka

Innocence vs Interviewer

Iroha Uta vs Iya Iya Seijin

Jaded/The Rebel vs Jugemu Sequencer

Just Be Friends vs Kagamine Hachi Hachi Flower Fight

Kagerou Daze vs Karakuri Pierrot

Kimi Ni vs Kimi no Taion

Kipple Industry Inc. vs Knife

Knight of Light vs Kokoro

Last Night, Good Night vs Let Me Lose Myself In The Black Note

LIKE THE WIND vs LOL - lots of laugh -

Look This Way, Baby vs Love-Colored Ward

Love-Hate vs Love is War

Love Note vs Lover's Suicide Oblivion

Lucid Dreaming vs Luka Luka ★ Night Fever

Magical Sound Shower vs Magnet

maigo life vs Marginal

Master of Puppets vs Meiteki Cybernetics

Melancholic vs Mellow Yellow

melody... vs Melt

Meteor vs Miracle Paint

Monochrome∞Blue Sky vs moon

Mousou Sketch vs Negaposi✽Continues

Nekomimi Archive vs Nekomimi Switch

Nice To Meet You, Mr. Earthling vs Nightmare ☆ Party Night (Easy/Normal)

Nightmare ☆ Party Night (Hard/Extreme) vs No Logic

Nostalogic vs Now Choose

Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya! vs ODDS&ENDS

Oha-Yo-Del!! vs on the rocks

One-Sided Love Samba (Easy/Normal) vs One-Sided Love Samba (Hard/Extreme)

Out of Eden vs Packaged

Palette vs Pane dhiria

Paradichlorobenzene vs Paris Cinema Girl

Perico Space Shipper vs Piano×Forte×Scandal

PIANO✽GIRL vs Pinky Swear

Po Pi Po vs Promise

Puzzle vs Quartet of Multiple Futures -Quartet Theme-

Rain With A Chance of Sweet*Drops vs Remote Controller

Requiem for the Phantasma vs Rin-chan Now!

RinRin Signal -Append Mix- vs ROKI

Rolling Girl vs Romeo and Cinderella

Rosary Pale vs Roshin Yukai

Sadistic.Music∞Factory vs Saihate

Sakura no Ame vs Saturation

Sayounara Goodbye (Easy/Normal) vs Sayounara Goodbye (Hard/Extreme)

Secret Police vs Sekiranun Graffiti

Senbonzakura vs shake it!

SING&SMILE vs Snowman

So Much Loving You★ -DIVA Edit- vs Soiyassa!!

Solitude's End vs Song of Life

Sound vs Soundless Voice

SPiCa -39's Giving Day Edition- vs Star Story

Stardust Utopia vs Starduster

StargazeR vs Starlite★Lydian

Stay With Me vs Step Forward

Strobe Nights vs Summer Idol

Sweet Devil vs Sweet Magic

SYMPHONIC DIVE - DIVA FT edit - vs Systematic Love

Tell Your World vs Tengaku

Teo vs Terekakushi Shishunki

That One Second in Slow Motion vs The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku

The First Sound vs The Intense Voice of Hatsune Miku

The MMORPG Addict's Anthem vs The secret garden

The Snow White Princess is... vs The Star Maker

The Two of Us - Futaride vs The World is Mine

This is the Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee vs Though My Song Has No Form

Thousand Year Solo (DIVA Edit) vs Time Limit

Time Machine vs To The End of Infinity

Tokyo Teddy Bear vs Torinokocity/Urbandonment

Transparent Watercolors vs Travel to The Other Side of The Moon

Tricolore Airline vs Two Breaths Walking

Two-Sided Lovers vs Unhappy Refrain

Updating My Love List? vs Velvet Arabesque

VOC@LOID in Love vs VOiCE -DIVA MIX-

Weekender Girl vs What Do You Mean!?

When The First Love Ends vs White Dove

Wintry Winds vs Wolf Girl

World's End Dance Hall -F Edition- vs World's End Dance Hall -Live Dance Edition-

World's End Umbrella vs Yellow

Yumeyume vs ZIGG-ZAGG (Normal)

ZIGG-ZAGG (Hard/Extreme) vs 1/6 -out of the gravity-

1925 vs 2D Dream Fever

39 vs 39 Music!

Dance of Many vs from Y to Y

All songs highlighted in blue will move on to round two! They will stay in this same order when competing 🩵

12 lucky losers

Ashes to Ashes

Change Me

Fire◎Flower

I Really Do Understand

Kagamine Hachi Hachi Flower Fight

melody...

Romeo and Cinderella

Starduster

Step Forward

Though My Song Has No Form

Unhappy Refrain

2D Dream Fever

These 12 lucky losers will compete in a mini round before round two, in the randomized order they're listed in below the cut! The six winners will move on to round two, and will stay at the end of the round rather than back in their alphabetical placement so they don't risk losing to the same songs they lost to already 🩵

Lucky losers randomized polls:

melody... vs Fire◎Flower

Change Me vs Kagamine Hachi Hachi Flower Fight

Starduster vs 2D Dream Fever

Though My Song Has No Form vs Unhappy Refrain

Ashes to Ashes vs Romeo and Cinderella

I Really Do Understand vs Step Forward

Have fun and happy voting! I look forward to seeing which six lucky losers get to move on, I hope you all do, too 🩵

[popmusicu]

quiet pop for a quiet life

In this post I will recommend to you one of my most personal and favorite bands: lamp. They are a group composed of three japanese: Taiyo Someya, Yusuke Nagai and Kaori Sakakibara. Together, they formed this group back in 2000 and started to make a musical project that includes jazz pop, bossa nova, indie pop, shibuya-kei and indie pop. With eight studio albums, I will recommend the three I like the most. 

To begin with, Soyokaze Apartment Room 201, their first album that kind of established their style, presents a calm sound with perfect melodies that makes you feel at peace and happy even on a bad day. In second place, For Lovers is the exact thing you need for a beach trip on a cloudy day, for being cozy with a warm tea and your cat in your bed, and being in love. Lastly, my favorite one: Lamp Phantasma, this one in my opinion has a complete opposite vibe from the last one, this album is for summer and hot days with friends, staying late at night because it so hot you cannot fall asleep and traveling with your family to the country, where everything is green and calm.

After all, this band is flawless for people who tend to have a noisy mind, to slow down a bit the rhythm of life and enjoy a little more everything we have, appreciating the beauty that surrounds us and forgetting for a moment of the problems. Listen to them and you will not regret it!

                        By Montserrat Muñoz

[erthlyheavn]

⭐

A few muses I can think just off the top of my head to yeet at Frances at least are Mirabel, Phantasma, Miss Bellum, Melody, Marinette and/or Agent Two.

[asholestone]

Just to show off, Asher wiggled his fingers, humming a tune that made his fingertips sparkle. "No, not everyone can," he said with a hint of pride. Should he really be accepting compliments from a demon? Probably not, but Asher knew he was talented, and it was satisfying to have his abilities recognized, even by a demon.

Asher looked around sarcastically, feigning confusion. "Who said anything about making a deal? I certainly didn't. I was giving you a choice: get out of my mom, or there will be consequences." He was remarkably able to suppress the fear and anger at seeing his mother like this. Asher knew it wasn't really her; Bianca would never look at him so coldly.

"Such as," Asher took a deep breath and began to recite in Latin, "Exorcizo te, immundus spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine Domini nostri, ut discedas ab hoc famulo Dei." He spoke the words with the cadence of a song, making the Latin flow like a melody. The incantation was meant to harm the demon inside his mother, to show it he was serious. But seeing his mother's body react, hearing her scream in pain, even though he knew it wasn't truly her, caused his heart to clench. "Leave her body now," he commanded, his voice firm despite the turmoil within.

Before the demon inside Bianca could react Asher was humming and singing a song. Bianca looked confused at him before she walked forward, hitting a barrier that clearly kept her in one place. "Oh aren't you clever, kid. Not many can do that shit through music." The demon had to give props where props were due, even if they were on the other side of it.

"You want to make a deal with a demon? Honestly didn't your mother teach you better?" It gave an evil laugh before examining the entrapment spell around her. "No, this you definitely didn't learn from her. Oh how she wanted to shield you all from everything, from the power you could feel with me."

[chemicalbrew]

I meant to read more of my lit than I did today, but this one poem that was on my agenda and the analysis I read along it kind of nearly crushed me after I comprehended the whole work, so I ended up spending the rest of the evening rehabilitating by uhhh contemplating how much RC means to me a year later still

[screennexustitans]

A brief history of Screen City and its main districts.

Screen City is Vinyl City’s nearest neighbor and a melting pot of music from various worlds. Screen City’s resident record label is the Screen Nexus Titans. The Screen Nexus Titans challenged NSR and Bunk Bed Junction to a battle of musical wits that the former group ultimately lost. Below is a brief history of Screen City and its main districts.

Mad World

Charter: Mag Agent

Genre: Heavy Metal

The Mad World District is a relatively lawless district that was a part of Nevada until it was dragged towards Screen City by an improbability drive. A Mag Agent that belonged to the Torture line that had the distinction of surviving Hank’s combat prowess was elected into chartership of the Mad World District. He hated the A.A.H.W’s experimentations on him and slew every one of their operatives that dared to cross his path. The Mag Agent’s temperament has since cooled, but if it must come to blows, he has a giant Mossberg 500 shotgun and a voice that sounds like a guitar riff.

Phantasma

Charter: The Mystery Skulls

Genre: Synthwave

The Mystery Skulls’ afterlives changed for the better when they were elected into chartership of the Phantasma District. Their fans call them ghosts with hearts of gold and a fire that burn bright, so it’s only fitting that they have a mutual interest in spooky aesthetics and gothic design.

Open Ocean

Charter: The Diver

Genre: Aqua House

The Open Ocean District is an aquarium and a rehabilitation center for marine life. Its charter, The Diver, founded the district out of remorse for his involvement in the Tidal Wave, a massacre of sea creatures that left him traumatized. Said trauma was the reasoning behind his prohibition of seafood within the Open Ocean district’s borders. The aquarium was unintentionally destroyed by Bunk Bed Junction during a skirmish that occurred between them, but it has since been repaired.

The Closet

Charter: Heap

Genre: Ambient Melody

The Closet is home to the Museum of Lost Memories, where items that belonged to children that are either dead or missing are displayed. The district is chartered by the Heap, an entity with a soft spot for the youth of the world. Heap’s most common public form is a tall brown coat. He knows when people have been bad or good, and with that being said, may God have mercy on a corrupt soul, because he won’t.

Contiello

Charter: Squigly

Genre: Smooth Jazz

The Contiello District, which resembles New Orleans and is named after its current charter’s family, is the jazz capital of Screen City. Big Band originally chartered the district until he lost his bid for re-election to Squigly, who got her voice back when the Thin Man resurrected her and removed the stitches on her mouth.

Ireland Circuit

Charter: Aran Ryan

Genre: Celtic Irish Rock

The Ireland Circuit is a district themed around boxing and Irish culture. Aran Ryan’s personality hasn’t changed much since Punch-Out Wii, and that makes him a force to be reckoned with, especially when he tries to whip people into shape with an actual whip made from rope and a boxing glove. As far as the doctors there are concerned, Bunk Bed Junction hit Aran with reality and did his psyche some good, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try to regain the influence he lost when he lost a boxing match to Zuke by TKO. Contrary to what many expect, Aran Ryan’s fans are predominantly Irish.

Mira HQ

Charter: MC Impostor

Genre: Space Rap

MC Impostor was involved in the destruction of the Skeld, which later became his venue when he joined the Screen Nexus Titans. He’s a runt in the Impostor species that can’t stab people with his tongue, so he carries a Desert Eagle and a butterfly knife on his person instead.

Craft-World

Charters: Humanized versions of The Legion of Stationery save for Stapler

Genre: Art Punk

The Legion of Stationery are what the Screen Nexus Titans got when a reunion occurred between Hole Punch, a Disco Star, Tape, a redeemed Mob Boss, Scissors, a Jungle Girl, Rubber Band, a Viking Opera Singer, and Colored Pencils, a war veteran who fought alongside Neon J. Hole Punch adopted Stapler, who was abandoned as a pup, and later went on to pass an audition for SNT elitehood with flying colors alongside the rest of the Legion. Despite their situation, they’re governing their district to the best of their ability. The Legion of Stationery are teachers in an art school, and recognizes Willow Tien “Obake” Wisp as one of their greatest students. Bunk Bed Junction made a mess in the Legion’s art studio during their battle against them, and Willow had the misfortune of walking in on it.

Strike Zone

Charter: Strike Man

Genre: Electronica

Once Strike Man learned his lesson in good sportsmanship, all manners of sports started to blossom in the Strike Zone District, even the Slugterran game of Slugball. Strike Man got the Thin Man a new TV after Bunk Bed Junction hit him toward his office and caused him to break the TV that the latter had.

Sunset Plaza

Charter: Ernesto de la Cruz

Genre: Mariachi

There have been whispers of rebellion against the Screen Nexus Titans from the Sunset Plaza District, which resembles a Mexican courtyard. Heap suspects that Ernesto and Kliff are spearheading said rebellion and has watched them closely ever since.

The SNT Tower

Prime Charter: Sir Janes The Thin Man

Genre: ???

The SNT Tower is home to The Thin Man of Little Nightmares 2’s fame. He was the undisputed prime charter of the Screen Nexus Titans until Bunk Bed Junction trounced him in a fight. Bunk Bed Junction wasn’t the first band that had a quarrel with him nor the last; the competition to get inside his office is fierce. The SNT Tower is also home to Nevada’s Sheriff and El Diablos Nacho, who was brought to Screen City from Slugterra’s Deep Caverns by the musical energies of qwasas controlled by the Screen Nexus Titans.

[duraxxor]

Shadowlands: Chapter 2 - Subtraction

How did I end up here? Has my life truly been as fragmented as I were? Nothing makes any sense anymore. Many voices have spoken. Some familiar while other's, not so much. Yet, all the only physical presence that greets me is the pain in my chest. It's almost as if they are dissecting me for a glorious harvest of organs. Doubtful that they are, it feels as though it is only to remind me of my place in these wailing halls. The only entertainment to pass the time is the maddening arguments amongst my kin along with the various jailbreaks all across the endless floors of this place. I've learned a great deal about this energy flow though. Whispers of various energies of death. Anima. Phantasma. Stygia. I know not what they fully entail, but... it matters not. I am a great many things. Weak. Emaciated. Beaten.

But I'm not broken...

A wail just down the dismal hall of deathly metal echoed directly into the chamber that the unconscious trio were bound by chains. Both beasts lay upon the cold, stained floor while their heart dangled by twin links that held his arms up. His frame no more than a fraction of it's once, muscular glory. Ink-smeared pale skin that were barely covered by tattered, black cloth. Flowing white hair hung almost to the ground as he bowed in an attempt to rest his soul, preparing for the next torture that would be laid before him. The vile racket increased in volume as the sound of plated footsteps echoed across the floor. The very noise made the trio stir in their own ways. Randdu's ears wiggled while Sphula's eyelids suddenly opened and dilated with it's endless, distant stare. Not long after, the armor of Mawsworn rolled across the solid steel as they would be blessed the sound of true death. Though music to the ears of the familiars, the correct melody for Daev himself was that of the footsteps that followed with the clanking of chain, gravity now taking his course as he found himself following completely onto the floor. " Is this... no.... this isn't real... " Daev muttered in delirious disbelief, writhing like a worm before the beat of the drum followed with the shattering of the chains that barred the beasts.

" Who... issssss... thissssss?.... " Sphula hissed tiredly as he tilted his head to behold a hooded knight much like that of the Ebon Blade. The serpent watched as the knight knelt before Daev and began reaching for him. To which, the serpentine familiar protested. " Do not... harm a hair.... on hissssss head.... " Randdu followed with a weak flap of his wings before he hoarsely screeched. Both animals were set off by the visitation of a stranger who appeared to be potentially a foe.

" Stay your... claws and teeth. I am only here to do what is necessary. " The voice coming from the hood confirmed the condition of undeath that laid within the epicenter of this being. Faint, white hairs tickled the edges of the hood which only revealed a familiar nose and chin structure. As he reached to place a gloved hand upon the epicenter of Daev's chest, he muttered something unexpected. "... I'm here, to save my son before it is too late. " The hand now emanated with strings of white tethers that flowed freely into the much younger Daevara, which in return made this new ally's jaw clench. " Take my anima... and rise again, Alphus! "

Daev felt the energies of the being that claimed to be his father pouring into his soul. A subtle gasp following which brought his glassy eyes to glow that white purity. Images flashed before his eyes of the man's own memories of youthful struggles, benevolent love, and even the talks of the birth of a son named Alphus Durand Daevara. It all happened so fast but brought a vision of clarity that only he could understand. It was an overwhelming sensation that caused the youth to involuntarily clutch to his father before realizing that he could see the hooded figure. " ... Father? "

The man smiled, despite being a harbinger of undeath now, he still possessed a joyous sense in any situation. Without hesitation, the man removed his hood, revealing the cyan glow of his eyes along with a messy ponytail of familiar white hair that represented the trademark that was long passed down through the Daevara family. " I just want you to know... I'm proud of you for finally defeated the curse our family couldn't overcome... but right now... you must get out of here... " With that being said, Sephirrion Daevara placed a spectral key into the palm of his hand and nodded to him, picking him up off the ground so that he could stand. " Do you have the strength now? "

Daev fumbled at first as the beasts around him slowly began to rise. Randdu standing on all fours while the serpent began to levitate, anima energy now being distributed to balance the flow within the centerpiece himself. " Is this... another trick... another... torture... has the Jailer finally decided to break me?... " Daev looked at his hands in disbelief, smudged with residues of a variety before he clenched them into fists. It was the offering of the sword that lead him ask another question. " Father... I have to ask... if it is really you... why did you... "

A thunderous notion in the distance sounded that made animal and person tense up. " There will be time to ask later, Alphus... get going. You have friends and family waiting for you... I... will distract them while you escape. That key will get you to the exit. " Daev finally took the sword from his hand, clenching the short blade and opening his mouth before another rumble settled in, this time drawing much closer. " GO! "

" You heard daddy-o, let's get the hell outta' here! Reeeeeee! " Randdu trotted across the floor, tackling Daev to move as the trio began to take off down the hall. Despite the nature of the situation, the elf found himself slower than the beasts not only because of his structure, but because he was looking back towards the man that claimed to be his father who drew his swords and charged the other direction. " Move yourself, Daev! Do you want to die here? Because I sure as hell don't! Reeeee! "

" But... what about him... he risked his neck to save us? " Daev responded back to the unfiltered bat with worry. The serpent slithering his way beside their key to the way out of here. " Randdu issss right. Asss much assss I hate to admit it. We have obligationsss to fulfill and there will come another opportuni- Look out! " The serpent coiled around Daev, forcing him backwards as Randdu screeched loudly when he dodged a swinging guillotine in passing. The metal of the pendulum force whisking by them with that faint, metallic wail that indicated death. " Allow meeee... " Sphula declared as he tightly wrapped himself around Daev and pulled him through a shadowy pocket, instantly seeping out of the floor beside Randdu before the trio was once again reunited.

" That was a close one, boss! " Randdu chittered, flapping his wings as he felt his strength returning more so now. " You gotta' work out more, Daaaaaaev... you'll never win any races with this chicken legs... " Daev gave the bat a look before Randdu felt himself being pushed back by their kinetic link. " Shut it, bat... you try being chained up for an eternity... oh wait, you were! "

The howl of abyssal creatures was heard coming up directly in front of them as an armored bowman with three, smoky hounds come clattering down the halls in their wraith-like states. The lack of physical body made them haunting to look at. Unless, of course, you were a certain bat that saw the raw energies that coursed within them. " Oh yeah, baby! Buffet here I come! " Randdu suddenly flapped frantically and made a mad swoop towards one of the stalkers while the other two were commanded to charge the elf and his serpent companion. Magics suddenly began to hum from within the Sphula's jaws as he wound himself around Daev to protect him. His tail slipped through the floor and came out to swipe at both hands, knocking them backwards before the serpent shot a bolt of lightning at them. All three of the beasts howled out as they found themselves pushed back. One of them even squealing in agony as Randdu began to siphon the energies from it, causing his mass to grow and the energy within him to turn darker. " Yeah! Yeah! Ow! "

The knockback of a bolt was heard just before Randdu found an arrow lodged into his side, making the bat-like creature shriek into an enrage frenzy before the unlucky mawsworn found himself on the other end of his jaws. Armor pieces began chipping and flying everywhere from the sheer madness that was the beast that tore into it. " ... Nothing... escapes... the Maw! " The declaration had been heard a great many times through this halls and most of the time, they were the unbearable fact. " Reeeeeeee! You're wrong! We will find a way to get out of here! " Randdu screeched his own opinion out before he immediately returned to his companions, allowing his energies to spill out and ease there way into them to split the balance.

" Randdu... I never realized you were such an energy conductor. And Sphula... you're... a magic conjurer? I've never used lightning magic before... " Daev seemed utterely surprised by the abilities of his animalistic fragments that were a part of him, bringing about a faint smile as he found his resolved temporarily renewed. " Let's get out of here and find our allies! " Daev took off as quick as his *chicken legs* would allow with bat and snake in tow. Once they come across a flight of ascending stairs, that's when the real challenge awaited them.

Coming through the doorway, the floor had finally revealed to them an massive, open room with a door on the other side that matched the key perfectly to the point that the spectral energies began to glow in Daev's hand. But, there was just one thing standing between them and their exit out of here. Within it's epicenter was a floating oculus forged from a twisted, metal shell with an energy lens within it's core. " None may escape the Jailer's Third Eye! " The voice bellowed out much like the tone of the Jailer's voice did. Energies now channeled within him as he suddenly fired off a beam of phantasmal energies. This, in turn, made the trio split apart in order to avoid the blast.

" Randdu, don't let that thing get too close to us! Flank him! " Daev shouted out in command as the bat screeched in his attack, tackling the incoming, floating eyeball. Wings were a flutter and the sharp edges of his teeth were gnawing at the metal structure. " My teeff isn't working! " Sphula's tail suddenly came out of the ground below the Third Eye as he attempted a tail swipe to knock this thing backwards. Meanwhile, Daev struck from the other side of him with a sword by trying to stab into it's core. But, the trio found themselves battered, pelted, and blasted by a series of physical and magical attacks with each and every attempt they made to attack.

While they were actually putting up a decent fight the way they were, their unsynchronized assault was met with little success and they all found themselves falling to the ground. Daev, clutched his sword, using it as a cane to support his weakening state. " I... don't know... if we're going to make it through this... " Both animal familiars were shakily trying to get back up but having a hard time as it were. " Nooooo.... we were... so close... " Randdu tried to push through and noticed that the Third Eye was charging another focused blast. " Hey! Daev! Move! Get out of there! "

Daev actually stammered, attempting to pull himself away despite his lack of swiftness but ultimately, there was no hope left in his face as he froze up, watching as the beam of bright death was fired off towards him. His first reflex was to bring his arms up over his face until he felt a gust of wind directly in front of him before the blast made an impact with another object. " REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! " The ear-piercing shriek was released from Randdu who had taken the hit for Daev. " Why... didn't you... move... you.... dumbass... uhhh... " Randdu's physical form faded away and the energies that were left over instantly traveled into Daev's left arm, funneled back to the source.

" Randdu! " Daev shouted as he felt himself beginning to panic. For the first time, the man that was once Duraxxor found himself as helpless as ever. Fists clenching as the Third Eye began to charge another attack. " I don't... want to be weak.. I need... more... Power! " He took off towards Sphula, reaching to grab for the serpent so that he could wrap him around his body. " I'm not letting you take the fall for me, Sphula! We'll get through this! "

The energies of the beam began to grow, nearly complete in preparation for another attack much like before. " ... You fool... if you die... I die too... I.. haven't... given up... she issss... closssse... " Sphula explained the little fact that the Sorceress herself was drawing closer, meaning that soon, there would be other's there to rescue them much like his father. " Yeah... you're right... Malakortana won't let us die... right? She's always there... when you least expect it... " Daev spoke these words as if they were the only thing they could truly do in the moment, hearing the energies hum behind them just as his legs began to give out. " I need.. more power! Malakortana! I need your guidance right now! I don't know what to do! I need your STRENGTH! "

The fully charged beam was fired off in a straight shot for them as it made contact, exploding with anima magics in the form of a plume. Smoke lingered in the air after the dust began to clear and the Third Eye peered towards the the area they had stood. At first glance, it appeared they completely bit the dust from his final attack. However, something most unexpecting occured as this anima sentry felt the heartbeat pulse of anima from within. With that being said, the dust cleared and a tall figure stood there, silently. A crimson scaled tail with spines wriggled left and right, jutting just beyond a black outfit that was comprised of a pair of pants and a closed trenchcoat that was embroidered with a deep red design. A hood, delicately hid the features above the nose line of this being. Skin-tone was a paleness with a hint of sanguine glow splashed into it as a pair of onyx lips curled significantly, protruding now with elongated, venomous fangs. From behind said lips, a voice called out.

" It'ss time, we ssettled the sscore, little occuluss. Now, you shall know the power of the bond between usss and The Lady of Vicioussssnessss... “ [ Tags: @sanguinesorceress​ and @safrona-shadowsun​. Bottom art credit goes to @handhour-galleries​ ]

[bladedalchemistreplica]

“Hmm, let me think…Name hold power to their owner. And usually can guide or have some telling of their destiny. That is what from my culture says of them.” She paused and considered some names, but as well some examples of names and how they were given. “Did Ozar tell you his name is among those used in various cultures; Since we’d not know much of his background it was the best choice. It’s to do with will-power and strength, but also holds friendliness and gentleness.” She paused again and thought some more.

“Olia’s name is close to that of Olinious, a name known most for being bold and courageous, yet welcoming. I assume your name has an aspect to it? Like Ghostwire and Phantasmas’s?” She’d heard of the twin’s abilities. “Why not something with sound? Melodies or rhythmics?” She suggested, but wanted to leave space for her to agree or disagree with that tidbit of guide.

|||—If we do not strike first who will?—|||

[[mayday timeline- @cyberghost-scout

((Shortened for convenience of reading)

It had been some time since the last formal and major meeting came together. Many things on Olkarion had remained the same for most; Rebels moving from one planet to another for shipments of supplies and rations, Refugees returning for shelter and medical care, the paladins coming and going for missions and supplies with the Voltron lions. Each and everyone playing a particular part in the rise against the Galra empire. Their efforts against the empire growing more and more each and everyday.

Though, the blade of Marmora and a certain black and red Paladin had seemed to have gone missing, the spot of red being adopted by the blue Paladin, and a new pink colored Paladin taking ownership of the blue lion had occurred in the last few movements. Resulting in little changing say for the fighting style and color of a few. The almost complete disappearance of the Blades had not Ben noticed just yet, mostly due to their scarcity and privacy. Unknown to many and even the paladins, most if not all had been called to Olkarion on standby, resting in one of the deeper parts of the forests. Away from prying eyes and to the knowledge of a few trusted Olkrian’s.

A small lab forged with the aid of their technology gifted Allie’s, one which held a rather deadly secret from the wider universe. While small, the lab wasn’t the only thing housed there. A few hidden and underground housing units made specifically for the group had been formed and even a small area for storage of various items and private ships. It was their life now, at least for that time.

[karmaholmes221]

Vicomte de phantom

Outside Phantasma

Paris, 1895- A mysterious fire consumed the Opera Populaire. A mob rampaged through the theatre's twisted catacombs baying for the masked man they held responsible. Only his mask was ever found...

I made my way through the grounds of the ornate amusement park, politely trying to slip through the throngs of delight holidaymakers. I couldn’t help but catch bits of conversation as I passed.  ”Hurry up!” A child called to his father.

”You won’t believe it!” A young woman told the toddler on her hip.

”Take a look what’s over here!” A boy around the age of twelve called to his friend.

”Who imagined just how big the place would be?” A man asked  the woman on his arm.`

“The man called Mr Y put it up in just a year.” Another voice sounded.

“It’s a little slice of Heaven by the sea!” A young girl exclaimed.

I continued to slip past people as the crowds grew larger.  ”Look, there’s restaurants!” A voice yelled.

”A midway!” Another voice replied.

”A gigantic concert hall!” A man shouted.

”The biggest funhouse ever seen!” A woman called.

”A volcano that erupts each day at three!” one of the workers shouted.

”Wonders brought from ‘round the world!” A mother told her daughter.

“The season’s just begun, but Mr Y has got it all!” A boy told a young girl who was clinging to his hand.

”Crystal fountains!”

”Grand pavilions!”

“Hell, it musta cost him millions!”  As I reached the grand pavilion the crowd grew even more tightly packed as it grew larger and more festive.

”Over here!” A girl yelled.

”The sights! The sounds! The lights! The smells! The wonder wheels! The carousels! The gardens and arcades, and the marble colonnades!” one of the vendors shouted.

”The rides!”

”The shows!”

”The games of chance!”

”The rush!”

”The whirl!”

”The sheer romance!”

I finally made it to the final throng of people and paused as I overheard their conversation. ”And the rumours…” A woman said to one of her friends.

”What about ‘em?” Her friend asked.

”Things so odd you daren’t doubt ‘em…” A man beside them said.

”Freaks and monsters…” The woman said.

”Aberrations…” The man said.

“Weird mechanical creations…” And older woman added.

”And the Genius who designed it wears a mask!” The woman exclaimed. The small group erupted in a burst of excitement, chattering and pointing.

I shook my head at there enthusiasm, smiling as it brought back memories of my time with the traveling fair in Paris. I opened a door that was all but hidden by the vast posters. It led to the small dressing and preparations area backstage. I stepped in, shutting the door,  and Meg stumbled away from a small hole in the wall where she had been watching the throngs of people move past. She looked absolutely terrified. “Jesus, what a crowd.” She squeaked.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Nervous?”

Meg shifted back and forth. “Just a bit.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I moved and put my hands on her shoulders.  ”Kid, look who you are! The headline act! A major star! You’re already a hit.” one of the showgirls sided up to me.

“Got a match?”  she asked and I handed her one.

“Wonder what he’ll think…” Meg said quietly to herself and I gave her a confused look.

“The boss?” I questioned.

“If he’s even here.” she said, almost pitifully.

I smiled comfortingly at her. ”Honey please… He’s here. And in just two days, he’ll be there tossing you bouquets. At our gala premiere. Picture it! The cream of Manhattan! Celebrities! Millionaires! Watching you!”

“I’ll be waiting in the wing, wound up tighter than a spring, as the house begins to dim. And I’ll practice ev’ry line, hoping desperately to shine. Shining only for him.” Meg said, slipping off into a private reverie.

“Just imagine how they’ll cheer, at the moment you appear.” I continued to encourage her.

A smile now broke across Meg’s face. “Stepping out before the scrim..!Let ‘em whoop and let ‘em call, I won’t hear the crowd at all…”

“No, it’s only for him.” I finished.

”Tell me how I look.” Meg said, suddenly self-conscious..

”Fine.” I assured.

Meg’s face became worried and I knew I had misspoken.  “Just fine? What about my hair?”

I chose my words quickly but carefully this time, trying to keep her upbeat.”Beautiful.”

“Your swear?” she asked and I let out a laugh.

”Trust me, once the boss sees how you put that song across. Hell, he ain’t got a prayer”

“You mean it?” She asked me, hope shining in her eyes.

I turned her around to face the mirror along the wall, both of us gazing at our reflections as I began to speak.” You’ll step out into the light. Looking lovely, burning bright, all vitality and vim!”

I watched as Meg re-lost herself in the vision.”And I’ll rapturously float through the melody he wrote, singing only for him.”

“And before the music dies, up the audience will rise, nearly bursting at the brim! And you’ll stand there in the glow…” I said, continuing to paint the picture.

“And perhaps, at last he’ll know…” Meg said wishfully as another showgirl rushed over from where she had been standing by the curtain.

”Girls! Hurry up! We’re on!” I quickly pushed Meg towards the stage as the girls rushed to make an entrance in the company of the specialty acts;  Ms. Fleck as our aerialist extraordinaire, Gangle, the barker, and our strongman Squelch.

From where I stood  just behind the stage curtain a to watch, I could hear several people in the audience. “Where is she?” A girl asked.

”Look! There!” A woman said.

”In the center!” A man added.

”Just like in the posters” the woman said appreciatively.

”It’s the Ooh La La Girl!” the girl squealed.

”Meg Giry!” The man said happily.

I glanced over to find that Madame Giry had joined me, I offered her a small smile before turning back to look at the stage. Meg smiled at the crowd before beginning to sing. “Welcome each and everyone to our firmament of fun!

”A buffet of Ballyhoo!” the showgirls sang.

Meg joined them.“It’s where coney comes to play and it’s opening today!

“And it’s only for you!” Meg sang with a winning smile.

”And you!” one showgirl said.

”And you!” another repeated.

”And you!” and a third repeated.

“Entertainment day and night, sure to dazzle and delight!” Meg and the showgirls sang

“And of course we’ll be there too!” Meg sang.

The showgirls began waving and flirty with the crowd. “Yoo hoo!”

Meg joined their voices. “We’re so happy that you’re here, for the season’s big premiere! And it’s only for you!”

With that, Meg gave a little curtsey to the audience before running off, throwing her arms around me with a triumphant smile as Gangle began to shout over the din. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Meg Giry, the Ooh La La Girl! Five shows daily, only here at Phantasma. And now the aerial exoticism of the fabulous Miss Fleck – half bird, half woman, all for only 10 cents a ticket…”

“How was I? Tell me?” Meg said pulling away from my embrace to face her mother.

Madame Giry smiled proudly.  “Delightful, Meg. Just perfect. And I say that not only as your mother… But as your producer.”

“Was he watching?” Meg asked earnestly and Madame Giry opened her mouth to reply but I quickly cut her off, plastering a smile on my face.

“I’m sure he was and I’m sure he’ll have much to say about how much you’ve progressed.” I took Meg gently by the arm and began to lead her away from the stage, Madame Giry following close behind.

“By the way, it seems you have an admirer. A certain Mr. Thompson.” Madame Giry informed offhandedly.

Meg and I shared a glance as we followed her. “Is he important?” she asked hesitantly.

[zeroescape]

songs i will miss in mega mix p.1

LEIA

that one second in slow motion

love is war

lovers suicide in oblivion

melody....

negaposi*continues

nekomimi switch

nyanyanyanyanyanyanya

oha-yo-deli

paradichlorobenzene

requim for the phantasma

rin chan now

[incorrectvocalandroidquotes]

Hi! Can I ask for a playlist of vocaloid Christmas songs ? Thanks! 😘

Coming right up!

“Snow Song Show” by DECO*27 x sasakure.UK feat. Hatsune Miku

“Stay with me” by shu-t feat. MEIKO

“Utahako://K” by cosMo feat. Kagamine Rin and Len

“Requiem for the Phantasma” by Deadball-P feat. Hatsune Miku

“Happy Merry Christmas” by kuibel feat. Hatsune Miku

“Mikkurisumasu” by doriko feat. Hatsune Miku

“The First Christmas” by Musuka-P feat. Kagamine Len

“Melody of the Powdery Snow” by ARuka-P feat. SF-A2 Miki, GUMI, and Hatsune Miku

Just to be fresh, I kept these to original Christmas songs instead of just covers of Christmas carols/famous Christmas songs. Enjoy!

[hhuta]

whoops nvm that's embarrassing | sjdkhf | wait poly between who | also feel free to write an essay if u want! u seem to have braincells and the stuff u say is interesting so -3D

kldadklssl its alright !!! i mean poly between christine x erik x raoul meanwhile i run away with meg to stay away from the mess

and omg thank u :(((( dont enable me like this 😭kldjlkas heres my love never dies rant:

the musical is not that fresh in my head anymore but one huge difference that i remember is that this scene (1:18 onwards) was not in 2010 (here i go again, getting heated about differences in musicals in 2010 and 2011 and guess what i prefer the original.. a pattern ....)

so in 2010 after once upon another time is over, gustave walks in and asks erik .. ahem.. mister... y..... to show him phantasma and erik promises to do so and l e a v e s... scene OVER.... it cuts to meg rehearsing aND THAT WAS PERFECT !!!!!!

somehow in 2011 alw thought he hadnt destroyed eriks character development from poto enough, that him having the creepy ass automaton wasnt enough, so he changed the scene completely, making erik yet again threaten christine........ and alw obviously did that bc he thought the only way to fix this shitshow was to make it feel like its poto!! so he makes erik the same character from 10 years ago and also goes as far as using the same melodies used in poto (stranger than you dreamt it and angel of music) aN D THE ICING ON THE CAKEEEEE MAKE CHRISTINE SAY "THINGS HAVE CHANGED, RAOUL" AGAINNNN AAA???? i hate this so mucjhdaskldsa anyways he makes erik an absolute asshole again who forces christine to sing for him otherwise hes going to kidnap her son 😑

in 2010, on the other hand, she is still on board with singing bc not only thats what she went there to do and they need the money, BUT now that she knows its for erik shes into it !!!! she could have ran away at that second but she didnt... why the hell did alw change it since he clearly still wanted christine to be in love with erik in lnd eye... idk!! this should have stayed if he wanted people to believe christine went back to fuck erik the day before her wedding 😭

a n y w ays the other difference i remember rn is the ending; 

originally in the last scene meg, erik and gustave are present (megstine rights! why would meg leave christine rn!!) vs 2011 raoul is there instead for some fucking reason??? didnt he fucking leave??!?!?,,,,, that makes no sense ❤️and in 2010 it ends with erik once again unmasking himself to gustave but this time the kid accepts him and its a soft moment while in 2011 they just hug... b o ring,....

theres so much more that i dont remember rn but i usually prefer the 2010 stuff... honestly my 2010 lnd official review is:

i really do have a good time watching it bc the songs are good and at the end of the day im still attached to those characters so even if they do smth i think they wouldnt do i can correct it in my mind or read it in a different way ... like meg, a lesbian, having a compt het crush on erik (yes im projecting) and rerik being enemies to lovers

i even got used to christine and erik having slept together... u should have seen my face the first time i watched it... but u know what fine... let her fuck the monster and actually BE a monster fucker icon.. ive accepted that now im in peace with that 💆‍♀️ also erik still being obsessed with her after 10 years is "fine" dklajsl that doesnt destroy the character development from poto to me. especially if u remember how christine at her own will went back to stay with him but he, an idiot, left, so of course he constantly thinks about the biggest mistake of his life and tries to fix it. but fuck the automaton that should have never existed.

last but not least i fully blame sierra and ramin for brainwashing me into liking lnd its fully their fault 😗✌️

[shayde-n-friends]

RH OC Love Intrests

((I didn’t make a thing for Valentine’s Day so here it is 2 days late lol.

Shayde - Vega was pretty much his love interest from the get go. I love the Knight and Princess romance and I love that Vega’s a bit of a fighter herself. Great combo.

Stake - When it comes to Stake and Number 86, I’m reminded of Spicerpuffs in the sense that they have a lot of traits opposite to each other and traits similar. Stake doesn’t get annoyed as easily as 86, and 86 would rather deal with a problem immediately on the way to her goal rather than leave it for later like Stake would.

Volker - This was actually my first RH ship and is by far the most complicated. Volker and Brit have the whole “Frie-nemes” thing going on in that they’ll hate each other one second and go back to flirting the next.

Russell - Russ has actually had 2. There was a brief time where he was shipped with Kailani Ryder. (whose creator isn’t around the RH community much anymore.) Now I ship him with Frida Suarez and I love writing silly, humorous fluff for them. Just silly teasing, and flirting from Frida and Russell not knowing how to respond.

Xavis and Shiho - These two are unique in that they’re the only two OCs of mine that I ship together. They admire each other’s strength and passion and also cannot stop looking at each other’s butts for the life of them. I also enjoy the combo of “Stealthy nimble infiltrator” and “Loud Walking Tank”

Revar - Where to start with this guy... he’s got a shit ton of crushes, none of which he acts on cuz he can’t decide and can’t keep his cool. Bubbles, Brad, Shezow, Sam, Tak and a one sided crush on Butch to name a few of his afflictions...

Marsh - Marsh is shipped with the smol Luca, ( @rhluca ) a tiny venomous bug creature who is non binary and adorable. He has a habit of kicking the shit out of anyone who picks on Luca.

Roulette - Like Russell, Roulette was shipped with an OC who isn’t around anymore. However she currently has no love interest. Although I have considered Will ( @hgihrepaeryster ) as one possibly.

Dreamer - Despite her untrustworthy behavior, Dreamer finds himself attracted to Misty. The other clones see her as a two-bit bounty hunter calling herself a hero-for-hire, but Dreamer believes that at least part of her genuinely wants to help others, and tries to appeal to that side of her.

Stag - After stumbling upon the Under Realm by following Jack and Gage (and Narrowly avoiding Butch), Stag is found by Phantasma who takes a liking to him. Phantasma play tricks on him until it gets a bit out of hand, and she hides in embarrassment, revealing herself only when a hidden threat requires her and Stag to work together to quietly remove the problem. They start hanging out afterwards and eventually start dating.

Bonus: Shard and Melody - To me, these two go together like peanut butter and jelly. They both defeated their series main protagonists, both their creators are evil jerks and they both turn into giant horrible monster bots! Also I just want them to be happy, they both got treated kinda poorly by their series...

The other clones don’t have them, and some of them are Ace. So there ya have it.))

[kandaxxx]

Tuesday

original short story by me. tw | suicide, self-harm, mental illness

It was cold out. No, scratch that. Cold isn’t strong enough to describe the bitterness of the wind as it nipped at your skin before being absorbed into your reddened flesh, settling itself so deeply inside of yourself that it felt as if your bones would snap like twigs underfoot with the most minuscule of movements. It was so intense that when the delicate flakes of snow landed on the exposed parts of your skin you would not even feel their presence. You would hear the wind as it gusted past your ears, leaving all in sight to wonder how it didn’t manage to pick up your body and whip it into Oz where you could click your red heels together and say, “There’s no place like home.” 

While it would not be quite enough to actually send a person to Oz, there really is no place like home, the young girl just shy of nineteen thought to herself. She stood outside, hugging herself and cursing this God forsaken weather, as she waited, as she did every Tuesday.

When the bus finally arrived, exactly eight minutes late, she climbed aboard it and paid her fare. She sat by the window, staring out at the gray sky that towered over gray buildings in a gray city as the gray bus whizzed on at a breakneck pace. Well, that was a lie. The bus seemed to crawl, like it always had before. But a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

On this bus, on this blizzarding Tuesday, a man sat in the seat across the aisle from her own. She tried to pay him little mind, but that guitar he played softly to himself grew distracting. His clothing was disheveled and a few sizes too large while appearing to be utterly inept to save him from this blustery weather. The only real winter item that adorned him was an over-sized beanie cap the color of a haunted forest’s trees laid over a mess of wild mahogany hair. She had not meant to, but she could not help but stare. The way that his fingers strummed across the taut strings of the instrument was almost as mesmerizing as the gentle melody that he crooned out of it. 

She stood and held onto to the top of her seat as the bus approached her stop. The music stopped dead in its tracks. She glanced at the man who only gave her a crooked grin.

“Your eyes are singing the saddest song I’ve ever heard.” His voice was soft, but his eyes astonishingly deep.

“Sadder than the song you were playing?” She leveled with him.

“Without a shadow of a doubt. I hope you find a happier song to play in your head.” He murmured as the bus came to a stop.

“Thanks.” She replied, mystified by the curious interaction. 

She hopped off where the bus had dropped her. The set of large buildings that stood before those sad eyes was home to where the depths of her despair began. The campus of buildings, while designed to look modern and appealing, loomed over her now like Dracula’s Castle, dark and creepy. She fought the overwhelming urge to run away from this place.

It was Tuesday, so she had no choice. 

Her legs carried her body of their own volition it seemed, right into Dracula’s open arms where his bloodthirsty fangs poked out of curled lips. She went through the mundane process of showing her I.D. to security to get a visitor’s pass and ride the elevator to the ninth floor. She hit the buzzer and requested entrance into the wing. She was escorted inside by a fat hulk of a man in a security uniform and directed, like she was every Tuesday, to place all her belongings into a locker. Nothing but the clothing on her back was allowed inside.

If the building was Dracula’s Castle, this particular wing was the blood-lusting phantasma’s torture chamber.

The seat she sat in was hard and uncomfortable, plastic, she had been told, that had been filled with sand to weigh it down, for safety’s sake. The chatter surrounding her was a raucous cacophony that overwhelmed the senses as she sipped nervously at her stale coffee in a feeble attempt to steady the tremble of her delicate hands.

When she glanced darkened eyes up from her coffee, her Tuesday was standing before her. Her Tuesday was a man with hair the color of obsidian and eyes that glowed the color of an Irish meadow, green with just a hint of storm. Her Tuesday was a man who was lanky in build, but whose arms could swaddle her tight like the blanket of a child in the throes of a nightmare. Her Tuesday was a love that had once poured into her like tepid, rich hot chocolate on a winter’s day while snow was falling prettily outside the window with a fire burning warm and true in the hearth.

Her Tuesday was a man who had tried to kill himself because voices that only he was privy to hearing demanded it of him and had been locked in the fucking psychiatric ward of a county hospital as a result.

She set her coffee cup down and stood to walk around the table before automatically reaching her arms out to wrap around his body. His arms hung loosely around her in return. The twin Irish storms of his eyes seemed destitute and far away.

When she pulled back, she could not stop the frown that tugged at her lips. Her poor Tuesday: the bandages that had been wrapped snug around both wrists since his admittance were seeping with fresh red. “They should change these.” She murmured, holding his calloused hands in her own, sad eyes rounding as they focused on the sight. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to run away. She wanted to cry. 

But instead, much like a solider running headfirst into a war, she steeled her resolve and squared her shoulders in absolute defiance.

Her Tuesday only shrugged in response before pulling his hands back and sitting himself down at her table. She sat across from him and felt her shoulders ache at the weight of having to carry an entire conversation. It would seem that this week her Tuesday had been swept up in the not so loving arms of a depression. His eyes, she realized, were playing the saddest song she had ever heard.

It was like that sometimes, she knew. Sometimes she would find him drowning in a sea of agony that she struggled to try to pull him out of. When he was like that, she would find that gravity had pushed his heavy limbs into the mattress of his bed with such force that he was unable to free himself. At first, during these times, she had tried to soothe the gaping wounds that she could not see but knew he was feeling. Now she just tried to ride it out with him, his passenger on his drive through a gray city underneath a gray sky.

Other times, he was a whirlwind of noise and color, overwhelming her senses with a perverse abundance of energy that would leave her behind, unable to keep up as he sprinted through a vibrant city that lay underneath a red tinged sky. 

This Tuesday was a gray Tuesday, and his pain was palpable. She was quite sure if she were to reach her hand out, she could probably touch it. Was it that intense? Or was only because his gray was creeping its way into her own world?

She tried using her tongue as a paint brush, filling the void with words she hoped could color both of their worlds something brighter. Deep down inside, she knew that it was futile; nothing would tint his world. Her words had never held that much power. She would just have to wait until he found his own way free of it. But that would not stop her from trying. Maybe this Tuesday would be different, a fantasy she dug her claws into every single bleary week. 

This Tuesday proved itself to be no different than the last few, other than the fact that it was apparently her last Tuesday.

By Friday, she found him standing outside of the main doors of the boding castle, posed like a sergeant with his hand cocking a gun loaded with pills of a menagerie of colors. When these bullets ripped through his flesh, would they keep him from floating weightlessly into Heaven or descending into the depths of Hell like the smart doctors said they would, she wondered.

Saturday was gray. 

Sunday was gray.

Monday was gray.

Tuesday, she had found, was no longer gray. His world was no longer gray. Her world was no longer gray. At some point, the gray had begun to gradient its way to something darker. It did it so slowly that she had not seen it coming.

She stood over the corpse of her Tuesday in his bedroom and she realized that no, nothing was gray, not any more at least. Her Tuesday was so black that she could not see anything except stains of blistering red.

Suddenly, she missed those gray Tuesdays that she spent in a gray city, standing underneath the gray sky.

[therainypizzacollector]

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