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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

Commission for @phsfg of a very spooky Gabe!

         Two bodies pulled from  their graves are laid out, held up with will && unnatural co- nditions — a chilling sight of supernatural proportions. th- e ghoul is a sight, anatomy seemingly normal upon a s- imple glance — if one were  to focus upon his body, they would begin to see the sligh- t differences that make him unnerving in his own right. Arms too long, almost reac- hing his knees, horrendous claws adorning his marred hands — just enough to w- here the mind SCREAMS out. Yells of ‘ something’s not right ‘ filling a person’s mind.           He is not here to sh- ow the horrors of his body, he is here to speak to the other corpse. A man who’s name is merely REAPER, a little bit on the nose — but no worries.  “ Hello, darling. “

Not right is something to describe them both. Not right, is something muttered by the very men and women who came to see the wraith that had been borne of wicked intention and of misuse. They had done him plenty wrong. Oh, indeed. He withheld a thousand witnesses within. They whispered and they snarled-- sneered and ROARED where he stood silent. Yet, he finds the comfort in another corpse so odd and inhuman like him. However, he is more nanite and smoke compared to the other.

“Hello. I do hope I am not wasting your time -- ?” Lazarus is the ever polite being.

the setting:  it is the year anniversary of the founding of overwatch.  members,  their family,  government officials,  and press have all been invited to attend the gathering held in celebration:  a charity reception to be held in honor of those who have served, and for those that we have lost in defense against the omnics.

this is an rp event to celebrate the year anniversary of our game being released.  this is an ow rp event,  meaning that anyone from the ow rp community are encouraged to join:  canon muses and oc muses alike.  this event starts on may 24th, 22017,  and ends on may 28th.  participate by writing in threads,  sharing drabbles,  reblogging memes,  sending asks,  and if you do take part,  remember to tag your posts with #ow rp bday !

if you have any questions,  please direct them either to me @valkiriya or @vaquerc !

                              The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.

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