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[depravidae-blog]

♛┊ COSMEA

@depravidae x

     The voice from behind her came as a surprise, halting mid-swing to turn and look at the one who engaged her. Oh, she was─ that person everyone had warned her about, right? She’d finally found her~! Though, she wouldn’t disclose anything about why she was here. A casual excuse would suffice. Flinging the candleholder off to the side, she clasped her hands together and puffed out her wings in a little greeting.           ‘ Oh, you know─ wandering angels do a lot of unreasonable things.             Do you maybe want me to apologize? Well, ruining everything was             quite a lot of fun, so I don’t really have anything to say on the matter, ’      She grins, seeming oddly upbeat and eager about something or other. Primarily trying to spur a reaction out of the notoriously violent girl, she was just happy to anticipate all the way things could go wrong in the next few moments. Ah, the thrill was always so fun─ and if she got ripped apart, that was a bonus~! But she’d have to play along. And after so many years of ‘pretending’ she was fine, she was equally as good at ‘pretending’ she was in agony.

oh, how oblivious darling little moge-ko was to the deception. hers were eyes that saw only what she wanted to see, the things that were plainly in front of her; what she saw was a boldfaced and arrogant stranger barging in without any sense of respect, so unlike her toys. ( at least they knew where their place was: beneath her heel. ) moge-ko’s vision swam RED RED RED – a feral growl tore from her throat before she could help herself. not that she would… this was starting to piss her off, after all. what kind of shitty angel would come here, into  HER territory, and act like they owned it? like they could do whatever they want, like they were above the consequences of such rude actions?

someone with a death wish, that was who. or someone with masochistic tendencies.

‘ WHAT THE HELL IS THAT STUPID LOOK FOR?! ‘ clawed hands seized the angel by the front of her apron, fingers screwed into the fabric so tightly that the sound of cloth stretching and tearing could be heard. ‘ I’LL KILL YOU!! DON’T YOU DARE SCREW WITH ME, YOU TRASH!! ‘

‘ – so, hey, hey! ♪ be a good girl and apologize, and maaaybe moge-ko won’t have to kill you! ‘ 

that was a LIE, of course. the stench of death clung to her as an unspoken promise: 

no mercy.

[cosmca]

     She grinned at the violent response, looking down when she felt something rip─ she’d managed to rip through the cloth of her dress. That was good news, very good news~! Glancing back up, her eyes narrowed with slightly smugness, giggling at how angry she was. It sure was easy to tick her off, but it looked like she was good at switching to a ‘sweet’ personality on the fly, too.           ‘ Kill me? So you really are like a child throwing a             temper tantrum, huh~? I don’t need to apologize             to a little brat with anger issues. Now, go away. ’      She smacked her upside the head with one of her wings, eagerly awaiting the apocalypse beneath her smug exterior. It’d probably come as a surprise to the other just how durable she really was, but she’d find that out on her own once the fun really started. Easily-provokable people always were the best source of excitement in life, no effort needed to set them off!

[cosmca]

@depravidae x

     The voice from behind her came as a surprise, halting mid-swing to turn and look at the one who engaged her. Oh, she was─ that person everyone had warned her about, right? She’d finally found her~! Though, she wouldn’t disclose anything about why she was here. A casual excuse would suffice. Flinging the candleholder off to the side, she clasped her hands together and puffed out her wings in a little greeting.           ‘ Oh, you know─ wandering angels do a lot of unreasonable things.             Do you maybe want me to apologize? Well, ruining everything was             quite a lot of fun, so I don’t really have anything to say on the matter, ’      She grins, seeming oddly upbeat and eager about something or other. Primarily trying to spur a reaction out of the notoriously violent girl, she was just happy to anticipate all the way things could go wrong in the next few moments. Ah, the thrill was always so fun─ and if she got ripped apart, that was a bonus~! But she’d have to play along. And after so many years of ‘pretending’ she was fine, she was equally as good at ‘pretending’ she was in agony.

[cosmca]

sTANDS I WILL REMASTER SIL TODAY, AND SHE WILL BE LESS SHIT THAN THE OTHER 2 VERSIONS I HAD

[cosmca]

and at like 3 am someone hacked shitty music into this cat game and everyone desperately tried to mute their roblox windows in fear bUT that doesn’t matter, i’ve just been struggling with my sleep schedule and ptsd and general lack of motivation to rip yarg’s blog even tho literally all i’m doing copypasting, so i’ve just been playing roblox instead, so if you wanna chill and chat and i’m not on my new skype is whistletanuki

[cosmca]

when u log onto a game but it’s just having one of those days

[cosmca]

give ♡ this ♡ to ♡ the ♡ twelve ♡ nicest ♡ people ♡ you ♡ know ♡ if ♡ you ♡ get ♡ five ♡ back ♡ you ♡ must ♡ be ♡ perfect ♡ B)

bruh

[cosmca]

     Quietly, she hums a tune to herself. It was a child’s rhyme.      She had no use for it, having died before, but it felt... nostalgic.

[cosmca]

     She just kinda... lays in the frosty grass.

[cosmca]

i’m probably like the opposite of post-death-cosmea because she can run for like a year without getting tired and i walked down the street today and my lungs and legs cramped and i started coughing and my back hurts

[cosmca]

story time: we have a shower in the back of our house and the light to one of the connecting rooms is broken, so i walked through that room to get to the one with the light and flipped it on, then went into the bathroom, flipped that on, and then when i saw it, i shat bricks there were dying cockroaches fucking e v e r y w h e r e like oh my shitting christ i counted over two dozen of the dead/dying fuckers and i somehow didn’t step on a single one, some of them were massive and then i immediately canceled my shower plans for the night when i noticed one wasn’t dying and instead was moving around, i don’t even know why most of them were dying?? it was a cockroach massacre in there

[cosmca]

     Who needs a costume when you're already half-dead?      She didn’t need to do anything, she was creepy enough.

[cosmca]

i’m getting tired but the fandom is online and i need to remake sil help me

[cosmca]

i forgot that halloween was actually something that u like celebrated and not just heard about because i spent this whole month being like ‘oh, halloween’ without registering you actually do stuff on it

[cosmca]

🌟

     Well, it was difficult for her to feel anything without having     to put effort in, and unfortunately, the only feeling she could     get was either mild pain or extreme pain. It made her curious     about how durable her body had gotten, since it took effort     to even pierce her skin now. She’d somehow made her way     out of the Pitch world and ended up out at the Gray world’s     cliffs, and she thought it would be fitting to test her durability     out here. It seemed reasoning was one of the many things she     lost after getting revived, and it didn’t seem to be coming back.     She had her wings tucked into her back as she stared down     the drop, literally right on the edge. Cosmea tried tilting her head     to get a better perspective of how far down it went, but it was     pretty futile. Before she could leap down, she abruptly found     herself hoisted up in someone’s arms, who then just turned     and walked away from the cliffs. She got a look at them, and     they seemed to be of high status, but she couldn’t tell exactly─     her ability to register the power of other beings had gone, too.          ‘ . . . Why did you do that? ’

[cosmca]

⭐️

     She would’ve been more responsive to her savior     if she could actually make coherent thoughts. Up     until now, she could hardly feel a thing─ and now,     all the gashes and wounds felt like they were just     burned into her, and the sudden jolt from empty     to excruciating sent her into shock. At the very     least, it looked like she was surprisingly durable     with the amount of holes in her body at this point.

[alexsrpshit]

Pick up my muse!

[sixba-archive]

alexs-rp-shit:

send ⭐️ to pick up my sick or injured muse send 🌟 to keep my muse from doing something dumb send ✨ to pick up my muse in a romantic fashion send 💫 to pick up my muse with the intention of hurting them OR  send 🔆 and a specific reason or ❇️ for the mun to decide

[higanban-deactivated20161220]

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    Higan always came back. Whether it was days or weeks between visits, the one place she always circled back to was her mother’s grave… Her sense of responsibility wouldn’t permit her to let go. Perhaps other children her age would be playing about now, enjoying the pre-Halloween festivities– but as for the tenma, she was bound for the graveyard with a bundle of spider lilies held to her chest. 

    This time, however, there was something unusual waiting for her. 

    More than three dozen eyes stared openly at the woman standing before Cosmea’s grave. It was a stranger for sure – an angel, in a place like Pitch Black! – and yet, there was something so absolutely familiar about her… Did Higan know her from somewhere? 

    Curious. This all was very, very curious.

    The silence lingered for a minute or two. Higan smiled wider.

    “…………………Who are yoU……? A friend of MothER’S…?” 

[cosmca]

                    ‘ . . . Mother’s . . . ? ’      She turned to look at her grave, and then looked back at      the girl before her. Cosmea appeared dumbfounded, unsure      of how to even emote. It was difficult to believe her child      could have even survived being born, considering hybrids      were mostly unheard of─ but she was more concerned      with how her words confirmed she had died. So that      was how it was. She still didn’t know why she woke up,      but it explained why she felt... wrong, in every possible way.      Reaching into her hair, she removed one of her namesake      flowers, and looked at it somberly. In the end, she was      happy her daughter had survived─ though, now, it seemed      like she never even saw her before she died, and that thought      put an odd pang of sorrow in her chest. The very least she      could do was show her who ‘Cosmea’ was, right? Right...                     ‘ . . . You don’t know what she looked like . . . ? ’      She inquired, the question coming out of nowhere as she      idly spun the cosmos flower between her fingers─ her gaze      fixed on it, the very flower that had more life in it than she did.