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if yall need me, im on my multi phlegmagics. luzi is staying here on his own blog tho.
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happy halloween! my luzi costume looks really good.....uh it’s frightening. you’ll get pictures later tonight!
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* praybird.
a strange euphoric feeling comes to mind in all these found objects. someone out there is wondering where their little things have gone off to when they disappear. then there’s those who don’t even realize what’s gone, but they’re still overcome by that incomplete thought. these missing pieces, they’re in her hands now. she likes to think of herself that way too. (there i was, and here i’ve gone.) someone upstairs is coming to the wrong conclusions. she is making her own puzzles out of her parts.
“ i know. i always do. ” dead things, odd things, things that were once so shiny that are now coated in rust. she likes the way they sit on her shelf. or maybe she’ll bury this one in the ground where no one else can find it. but that remains undecided.
he’s had enough time to look, but it’s time to return. eleanor snatches her spoon back in one swift movement, tucking it back into her skirt pocket. she hates for her things to be in someone else’s hands too long, even with luzi. (she knows he isn’t the sort of father to keep things out of reach. but some habits are hard to unlearn.) there we are now, safe and back together at last.
knowing her as someone he’s raised only came natural to him. he never asked for her story. not that he wanted it in the first place. he knows within someone’s core that they’re rotting and it’s up to him to make a little living space for them underneath the dirt. luzi doesn’t know about her going missing and coming back with some little bit of her taken. like all the little trinkets she’s collected. but they always say , one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. ellie is his little treasure.
the instinct to grab back what is hers never catches him off guard. creatures like them are selfish things so let her been savagely selfish. a ravager of these things that now belong to her. he doesn’t know her intentions with all of these things. maybe they are the key to her , completing what hole is left in her. these are only wishful thoughts. luzi knows she will not be fulfilled. no one can do it for her. nothing will be the paste.
❛ do me and your dad get to keep one of your projects you do ? ❜ he asks as hand is shoved back into his pocket. they merely mirror each other. anything she does he’s proud of. one doesn’t have to be born in the same blood to become family. ❛ we’re sickeningly proud of you and we’d like to show it off. ❜
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* closedialogue·.
SCENARIO: strange man shows up unannounced, rummaging through your junky apartment - what do you do? well, for starters, they wouldn’t expect him to be dressed in a fucking suit like he’s going to prom. (what kind of burglar dresses like that?) not much point in grabbing the phone, the police are never help anyways.
RESOLUTION: stand in the doorway and stare back at the man. yeah, that should do the trick. there’s a reason they keep that switchblade on their ankle after all.
“ man, i gotta tell you, you’re not going to find anything of value. not unless you're looking for hello kitty merch. ” it should be obvious, considering the state of the place. but of course he’d be bad at this, he’s wearing a goddamn suit. must be new to the job. “ i can give you a suggestion, the building across down the block probably has some good stuff. ”
the devil - man makes his stance straight and presentable in the middle of their room. standing there as if he has visited here before and is awaiting for them to return something to him. the thing is , nothing in this room belongs to him. business is the name and talk is the game. charming is sickening , but relating is comforting. a smile looks pasted onto his face as hands overlap each other atop a cane.
❛ oh ! that might be perfect. ❜ the mention of hello kitty and pink hikes up an eyebrow. the longer he thinks on it , ellie wouldn’t like it. he can already see her tossing it across the room and making a scene. it’s not so embarrassing , but something to be ashamed of on his part. ❛ actually ... might you have something that , say , a parasitic little nit would want to keep on her shelf ? ❜
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* praybird.
“ no. i found it. ” found is a rather generous word to use here. but he doesn’t need the details, the actual events of obtaining objects are never so important. its previous home surely won’t miss it, much less notice it’s gone. luzi’s eyes are always quick to spot any changes to her collection shelf. very clever indeed, she’ll give him that.
the object of the moment is a metal spoon, ornate detailing at its handle. a little rusty perhaps, but it’s caught her eye regardless. finders keepers. “ it’s mine now. ” she can’t be swayed otherwise.
❛ hm. ❜ hum vibrates from his throat. all of the little trinkets ellie collects isn’t much of his concern. stolen or given to her , he knows that such little things mean nothing to its owner. everyone dies in the end , isn’t that the motto ? she can have it all and he’ll let her take what she pleases. there’s always marvel in something going missing. people become obsessed with it.
luzi looks at the spoon up , down , under , the side. he holds it up to the space in between his eyes to examine the bridge of the spoon. there are no crooks to be found. ❛ this is in good shape. you have a good eye , dear. ❜
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in honor of ellie coming back, like for a starter !
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starter call : @praybird.
walking into her room he stands at the doorway. pause for dramatic effect and then continue walking in. initially he had walked in to ask her of a favor until he spots something out of the corner of his eye. little trinkets collected over the years blended in with wallpaper and background noises. complaints of an object missing posed as music to the ears. something here is new and he wasn’t around to see it. he picks it up , turns it to her.
❛ did your dad give this to you ? ❜ larson has been slowly growing into the family. finding home in terror. he’s learning.
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starter call : @closedialogue.
hold on , everything is still. is he lost ? not possible since he arrives some place within reason. some place where humidity has just become another day to get over with. that’s not a temperature he’s used to , but it doesn’t really seem to bother him. living where it is suggested to be permanently hot doesn’t seem like out of the blue to him
this room he’s in is very tidy and put together. clothes folded almost by color or they all just look the same because they’re all some variation of brown. a monochrome spectrum , but when he turns around there is something of more taste. little trinkets bought from some antique hands. someone is coming. perfect. time to discuss business.
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ellie & luzi unintentionally having matching urls... the devil family reclaiming religious imagery... more likely than you think
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can we talk about how luzi likes to wear heeled boots. thigh high boots. Him is his real inspiration.
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* knottberry·.
gary’s smile freezes in place, his mouth half open to speak. “ sorry – wait, what? ” maybe he’s just not used to seeing people’s at eye level. it's an odd reaction to have. wipe that smile off your face. oh, if he only knew how. “ so, did you not want to see me hold my breath or … ? ”
he’s definitely lost on some of the key details. gary swallows his smile and replaces it with a look somewhere between confusion and curiosity. well, this is just too much.
those instincts are hinting at something peculiar in the air, although he’s stumped to try and put a name to it. it’s not a human man staring back at him. but it’s not like him either. it’s something else, something new. no, he probably shouldn’t say anything on the matter yet. “ um, i work at knott’s. do you go there a lot? that’s probably where you’d seen me. ”
CONTINUED. @religend·
❛ no , i don’t. ❜ he sharply replies as he looks at the other with near disgust. who gave him the ability to live until there are no more days to count ? did this guy really deserve it , but whatever life he’s living right now is not ideal to someone who could be considered a god. it made luzi laugh even thinking about him being under that term.
the cane he held in one hand then was held by both and stamped into the concrete. patience is wearing thin with this one and it’s almost like it isn’t worth his precious time to be messing with this one. luzi still keeps a look of determination so much that his lips are tightly wound. ❛ i didn’t say i recognized you. i said i know what you are. ❜ hand reached out to knock on his forehead. wipe that smile of your face. ❛ being alive this long really done it’s numbers , huh ? ❜
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* facetheft.
SHE WONDERS HOW LONG HE’S BEEN THERE , now that she feels his presence fully , now that she can clearly see every symptom , every chip on the wall his presence carved around her awareness . SEEING , HOWEVER , IS NOT UNDERSTANDING ! & understand she does not . she taps her head against the door, softly . a confusion that swirls her world around her head leaving her dizzy and cold , supernaturally so . she turns around to face it , this entity , and finds that it smiles .
every so - called god she ever met did . all of them , beautiful and smiling . sharp , unassuming , powerful . whereas here … there was a stark difference . she felt the power , yes , it surrounded her , completely . but the sharpness seemed to be merely reserved for the wit , for his appearance was most remarkable . 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦? he should ask , all devils always do . in fiction , at least . this one , opposite to his peers , grinned and it made her spine feel cold as ice , sharp as a knife . ( cut me open ! ) ❛❛ who are you ? ❜❜
wallpaper is beginning to peel. oh no , is this his doing ? his presence making this room deteriorate with him because they always say he is the bringing of death. that’s not his job , he can’t steal that position from someone else. something else must be here with them. how precarious. like that wallpaper pattern seems to disappear in the might. what’s to tell is hiding in the dark ? as she stands beside him , her gaze away and within the wideness of the door , he looks at her with sympathetic eyes. he is mimicry. a sick atonement so that whoever seeks him may feel comfort. a hand rises to the side of her face , but only two inches away , to curve the slop of her jaw. cradle the doomed.
❛ how do you not know by now ? ❜ eyes depart from her and around the room. not only here , but he seems to know what is above , beside , and two doors down from them. there’s something monotone in that sentence. the tone is like they’ve been friends for so long and now they are finally meeting. ❛ c’mon , aren’t we both just ghosts ? wanna be somewhere in the background ? or is that offensive ? ❜
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