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[invader-sans-cipher]

[feltrain]

“You know, if you keep coming in to see me I might start getting the wrong idea, princess.” // @heavenvessel​

[raybanstm]

How do you know you're not in a loop with Lucifer? How long before James comes into your life and betrays you again? Did you really think you came back to life? You're still in Hell, actually.

What little color has has left drains from his face. Sober, in an instant. Phoenix can no longer hear the music playing through Lux, can no longer focus on anything but the way his sternum hurts. An old pain, one that he hasn’t thought about in a while   ---   the scars hard when he moves to rub at where his shirt is open. He’s worn them with pride up until this moment, until it dawns on him    ---    like a rush of cold water   ----   that he might still be dead.  Looping. Again and again, with only one ending possible.

A familiar panic sets in. Breathing becomes difficult   ---   each breath harder to pull than the last. He thinks about them, they come to him in a downpour. Memories. Ones made while in his own personal, special torment. They aren’t real; he didn’t live those lives but he remembers them and feels the pain they brought   ---   knives, hundreds of them, all finding home in the same place and making Phoenix feel so exposed. A raw nerve. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. In this state, he can’t eat or dream or smile or live. Stuck. He’s suck, the rug tense in someone else’s hands, about to be pulled out from under him. It’s familiar   ---   the kisses in the dark before the first plunge, before choking sounds and the hottest tears.  ‘Darling?” A name he loves   ---   but it’s not Lucifer’s voice. Phoenix turns slowly to find James in one of the devil’s suits, green eyes shining. Knowing. Waiting. He doesn’t need to look down to know the knife is in his hand, doesn’t need to think beyond words that echo again and again.

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.

[oasismade-moved]

“Has anyone like, contemplated their existence in the universe?”

“Cause I have and it sucks! Not recommended, 0/10, you’ll just give yourself a headache.”

[skjebne-a]

@wilczmin​ / xoxo from seth as promised

You and your kin do not belong here. You have never belonged here. The whispers about the pair of you lay heavy. The sands of the further lands here better suit you both. The inky red magic that lingers in your fingertips remains hidden. A God of chaos never once exposes his true nature: the storms, the disorder that fly in his wake. A matter of crossing paths. There’s something that lingers in back of the mouth: dried blood, a taste of iron. You never really fit in with anything or anyone.     Your brother: Apis: was nothing more than a kiss of death on men and monsters alike. A laugh escapes Seth, because really what made his brother reach to the ends of the world for someone that wasn’t human. He allows his fingers to twist a dagger between them, rich amusement in emerald eyes.  “iWitcher you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Tell me how much did they pay you for this contract?” 

[trollamulet-archived]

[koeii]

NIGHTMARE: a painful scream erupted from her lips as she followed the doctors orders and pushed. sweat dripped down her as she paled, her fingers wrapping around hanzo's. her body, upon loosing blood, began to convulse as the infant came out. the doctors and nurses rushing around her. others stayed with the child, whispers of him not breathing coming to pass. she looked at hanzo, her bright eyes fading as she closed them. "i'm sorry," they said as they backed away, "they are gone."

Send my muse a nightmare. Make my muse scream and wake up in a sweat. / @adversitybloomed

There are not many things that can tear a man open. This is one of them.  Most would say that childbirth is the most joyous thing that can be for a a person. It a moment celebrated, cherished and kept warm in your heart. No one ever speaks about the low numbers of people that die in childbirth. It is not mentioned, it is not spoken about. Hanzo’s mother had been on the verge of death when she had given birth to Genji. That had been the closest thing in his family to seeing an event like that.   But right now seeing the amount of blood: there’s so much blood.  The Shimada has seen many things in his life, many but nothing can prepare a man for this. Nothing can prepare for the loss of someone you love so deeply. That someone is the other half of your soul, and the aguish that rips through him is hot like a knife.  No. No. No.--   “Shut up.” He snarls at one of the nurses. Is it the shock echoing in his frame? No one can be quiet sure because the way he sinks to cradle the body. When he moves to cradle the corpse of his wife, the whole the bodies of what have been a son- he can feel the way his chest is tight and how his breathing catches in his throat. And the rapid snapping of Japanese.     ‘You lost them, how could you do this to us? How could you. I trusted you-’ The way he snaps at the nursing staff, spirit dragons shifting from the distress from him. How the air changes how he- something snaps unhinged---

Hanzo wakes up with a look in his eyes that says enough. A jolt that has trembling in it and he feels out of breath despite having just been in a deep sleep. He can feel the wet press in his eyes because that dream had perhaps been to real. It was level with the ones that he had been having about Genji and he presses his fingers into his palms, to try to soothe himself. Instead the being df his dragon exposes herself, her eyes looking towards her concerned.   Hanzo, she is with you. Look beside you, Shimada-san. Ren speaks to him for comfort, and his eyes take a glance to his wife who has not stirred despite his dreaming that left him shaking. He allows his body to shift to hers, and without a thought he tucks her against him, playing it off as just being cold over shaking and having almost cried. A muted.  ‘I love you.’ into her hair, into her skin. “Kami, don’t take her from me, I beg of you.” It’s muted speaking and so soft that it wouldn’t be heard even if she had been awake. Ren tucks above them on the pillows. Hanzo eventually falls back to sleep, the soothing sound of his wive’s heartbeat being the sound that lulls him back into sleep with dreams that contain nothing unlike the ones before.