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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜

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“Such is the result of tragedies. The ending is not ofdesired result. Shame.” Sorrow can ring within thisbroken church-heart of broken bones and reeking death,but he shall not sing it’s garbled bells. “It is what happens.And we must live with it.”

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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜

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“Decipher me Shakespearean instead.” There is a rumbleof laughter. Wicked and far from amused. Head tilted right,neck cracking. A creak of age -- mausoleum-esque: ancient.“And what audacity has brought you to me this time, cowboy -- ? ”

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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. ❜

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Day ten. Trial twenty.

Hell. Hell. Idiotic question and hell. 

Do you feel, Gabriel -- ? Yes or no -- ?

“Y- Ye-” too dead to speak, not dead enough to not understand. Smarter than them. Sandpaper throat and blood flecks. Fuckers. A nod. That is all. Tired eyes, red, soft- they peer up through the hazed glass helplessly.

A picture of JJ. ( don’t touch him. )

And who is this?

“Son.” Better. Better than yesterday. A craving for the day screams could become yours again. Yet. Yet. Your voice will not be what it used to be. It is forever the broken note of once dulcet song - painful.

Can you stand -- ? Please -- ?

The heavy weight of a supposedly dead body hurts. But that does not remain for long. Adrift, a wispy thing of fog and nanite. Circling akin to a vulture caged against it’s will. You do not stand You wraith. You float. You THROW into their face just what they have done. “No.”

That is fine, Gabriel.

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Commission for @phsfg of a very spooky Gabe!

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just jotting down what I need to write: Mer.cy was NOT the cause of his revival

he is a subject of experimentation/bodily donation after the Swiss explosion. Ang.ela did indeed donate his body to what she thought could have been for preservation when in reality was for an unknown experimentation. She was not told of said experimentation. UN promised it had been for good cause. Gabriel is brought back, confused- unable to speak, and walk properly for a few weeks. Nanites have been inserted, now relies on the cells of other human beings. He has retained all memories, however does not have functioning heart nor bloodflow/skin coloration/eye color. Smoke comes into play, is not quite in control. Regen works akin to that of deadpool ( this is for my own sake to remember )

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         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. “

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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.

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Being a year old, this blog, is still such a trip

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you have been cordially invited to attend the charity reception held in honor of the year anniversary of the founding of overwatch to be held in the zurich gala ball room on the evening of may twenty forth.

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 !

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                              The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.

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Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.