Oh, dear, how it aches to rise and awaken, Cracking each sallow limb, filling each lung, Pumping the heart not meant to be taken; Feeling the sting of pins inside my tongue. I beg, stop your lovely singing outside. I was content, for now, to sleep forever. Now, tantalizing justice begs me find, To find the source, my only endeavor. Is it poison or nectar that glistens Upon your lips, shining in your dark…

☠️ghosts of muses past ☠️- no longer accepting

“Greetings and salutations, my corporeal chum!”

Whisper had thoroughly scouted his latest target. To impress a fashionista was no small task, and so he’d bought a $4,000 Tom Ford suit, having it custom fit and freshly pressed only seconds before making his presence known.

✨ @catharsi little space man is angry.

( txt | 😡 ACTUAL CRIMINAL. ) i mean this with every bit of moon and mercury in my blood....

( txt | 😡 ACTUAL CRIMINAL. ) im gonna need to fight you. anywhere, anytime. i’m ready to throw down because you ruined some perfectly good cheese. did you even eat that taco!!! you are unbelievable!

'...where am I?'

He remembered flames, of blue scorching flames engulfing his body. He remembered of awful shrieks and cries, of people screaming for help. He remembered chasing someone.. or something. He remembered the red eyes.

Much like his left eye.

"...!" He gasped as he opened both his eyes. He was blasted in an explosion. The stinging pain still lingered. His arms and half of his body were covered with burnt wounds. His clothes shredded, and there was blood stains along with cut marks on it. Clearly, he looked awful. And he was wondering how could he still be alive.

"Ur..hg...." He tried to raise his body. But he couldn't muster his strength. If only his friend was there, he could use his healing power on him and get him back up in no time. But... seeing how there was silence in his surroundings, compared to when he was in that burning battlefield, it doesn't look like his friends were there to help him. Had he somehow got separated? Did they get captured? Or were they kil-

No, Lucea and the others are strong. They won't get killed that easily.

But what is this... uncertain feeling in his heart? Even though he didn't doubt their strength.

He heard footsteps. He was too tired to get up. But he needed water. His mouth parched and the ash and dirt was choking his throat.

As Para steps out on the other side of the vortex, the first thing they notice is the gigantic cedar tree, its large branches blocking out the sun. There are archways circling the tree, and they’re stacked atop of each other, all they way up, the entrances appearing to have some sort of mystical covering... The dimension jumper stands there in awe of the design, before they suddenly sneeze.

Ah, there’s a lot of pollen here... Para sneezes once more before covering their nose and mouth with a hand, attempting to wave away the pollen. They would hate to give themself away to whatever beings live here because of a sneeze...

Soon it would be time to put on a fun show for the lovely people of Monte d’Or. 

Randall (also known as the Masked Gentleman to everyone else), had been preparing himself for that night’s event-- making stone statues come to life and terrorize the City. Quite an event it would be! There were many people from all over, gathering there just to see his miracles happen. It seemed that they could care less if they got injured in the uproar of it all. 

That’s what made it so entertaining, he guessed. Being known for his destruction and horrifying events, yet people wanted to be a part of it. It was like they hoped it happened to them. If that’s what they wished, however, Randall had no problem in obliging their requests. 

He was about to head to the designated area that the ‘miracle’ would take place that night, when he caught sight of someone. And that someone was a kid. Randall couldn’t put his finger on how old they were, necessarily...But what was a child doing in a place like Monte d’Or? Even though he knew he shouldn’t.. Randall made his way toward the other.