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mnemosys · 2 years
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@gallowsghost replied:
the words going through shiwo's head @ ez before they got soft lovey hjgkg
Shiro was like
she either dies and furthers my research or she lives and I’ll make her my girlfriend, there’s no downsides
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ignitedwill · 3 years
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"Oh, sorry I knocked over your lamp over there, I think I can fix it-"
- Varro [y r u in their home boi]
The sudden clank made him jolt in his half-asleep state, but it wasn't nearly startling enough to make him get up. Comfortable and unaware of what was truly happening, he hugged his bunched-up duvet tighter and buried his face inside of it. Liam's smell that still lingered on it lulled him back into snoozing.
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„It's alright, honey... Come back to bed,” he said in a muffled grumble. Out of the blue, he rolled onto his other side and landed so with a grunt. Even with that, though, he didn't bother opening his eyes. „I need you to cool me off... So hot, ugh.”
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sankarin · 3 years
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Gimme the complex topics dhfhv bc my characters are fuckey too , people are just cowards and you are required cinnamons rolls to be valid anywhere uwu
I’d rather not be valid because I don’t need simps sdhgs
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sinnersall · 3 years
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      From behind, she might have looked like someone familiar to Ezme. Her white locks pooled up in the hood of her cloak, the length of which concealed her features. Perhaps it wasn’t obvious what she was doing crouched at the base of a tree, but she was tending to an injured dove - or at least, trying to.   /   @gallowsghost​
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reviller · 4 years
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@gallowsghost​ said: Send me 📻 for a starter of my character screaming/shouting angrily [ S c r em]
   ↳  Most days, he was annoyingly calm and calculated, both in speech and mannerisms. The kind of calm that provoked anyone in his proximity into wanting to throw a punch. A constant taunting aura surrounded him.
      But that day wasn’t the one. He just so happened to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed only to then be greeted by a disastrous sight as soon as he stepped foot outside. Someone keyed the entire left wing of his car and left a visible scratching line where the paint should have been up to the rearview mirror. Needless to say, the typically quiet detective grabbed onto his head with both hands and began shouting profanities in foreign language towards whoever was around to hear them. He hated that town and everyone in it, and yet they were the ones that paid his bills.
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      ❝Vaffanculo! Ti ammazzo, figlio di puttana!❞, he cried out, pacing back and forth and around the other side to assess the damages. He lost his insurance the last time Fang ruined a large part of its roof...among other things. All he had now, besides chipped paint and a newly found misanthropy, was complaining.
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attendre-espere · 5 years
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@gallowsghost has been condemned
The Count stood with his back to the stranger, looking over his shoulder as they approached. “...Can I help you?” He sensed something... Vaguely malicious from this newcomer; if need be, he was prepared to fight.
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gallowking · 5 years
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@gallowsghost​ { Here }
The difference between a butcher and an executioner? There was much to differentiate from both of them, and the executioner could not help but become even more curious about this witch doctor. He was sure that she, too, had weapons she preferred to choose from when it came to the aid of another's health. What they truly were, however, were unknown to him.
She did not seem to wince or stare upon him in disbelief. A step forward, so far. Perhaps it is time, for now, to loosen the hold of the leash he had purposefully kept wrapped around them both. A fair judgement on her part, as well as his to her own.
Oh, how many sins has she committed? He didn't know, but he could feel it. The sins that tainted her poor soul.
“I am curious to know what kind of assortments you have grown to use. Perhaps... if you have used some of the same array of weapons I have knowledge in using, I can even aid you in perfecting such clean and fine cuts of accuracy.”
Accuracy and precision were everything. Without them, it made for a very sloppy and poor executioner.
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"I don’t do it for the enjoyment of taking souls, but to release them into heaven so that way they may be without pain. That is why my profession in weaponry changed. From the sword of justice, to the inevitable Guillotine. Not one executioner could match the skill of my own hands, which is what led me to becoming...”
One of the most famous executioners in history.
“An efficient royal executioner. From the depths of hell, to the heights of heaven, I have grown proud in releasing the soul into the afterlife and to cut their sins clean from their body.”
Yet, that still didn’t help the prejudice against executioners and citizens. Despite being widely praised, there was still a divide he was all too aware of.
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crimsonlocks · 4 years
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🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?  [yeet]
Ornstein naturally will help people in need. It is not only his duty as a knight but also his character. He wants to help people in trouble, not only because he has compassion but also because it makes him feel useful. As a child he often thought he was useless so everyone who gives him a thanks makes him feel better about himself. Ornstein helping people normally doesn’t get him in trouble, because he knows his limits and when to stop. Usually. If he would run into trouble the other knights of Gwyn would get him out and once he was the only one left his silver knights were keeping a look on him.
Laurence is different in that regard. He kinda has this compassion and wants to help people but not like inviduals, but in a larger scale. The whole town should be able to be happy and safe and secure and he takes it a bit too far with him trying to help. What makes him this way? Hm, not too sure, but he didn’t want for others to have experiences he had as a kid, for example, losing his parents to a sickness or being a sickly child which often had to stay in bed. When it comes to more personal things Laurence will mostly help people when it benefits himself but only when these are strangers, friends he helps out without asking anything in return. Has it gotten him in trouble? Yes. I mean, his desire to help people kinda turned the whole town into beasts...
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vxldemar · 5 years
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I’m glad uvu sorry I’m late- fucc but I’m slow too\\
& i answered this slow again lol it’s cool idm slow replies or whutevah
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tornu · 5 years
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🎶[yeet]
* . ✧ . *
Unlike Pluto // Stay And Decay.
8 Graves // Bones.
Sweet Sacrifice // Evanescence.
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mnemosys · 3 years
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      He didn't expect much of a reply, if one at all, so upon being hit with those words, he had to do a double take. Varro was greeted with an index finger being shoved in his face that seemed to say “just a second”, while Shiro's attention darted elsewhere. He looked over his shoulder and addressed the doppelganger, even if they were separated by a door.
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      “Well, he uuuh-- he invited himself into our workout.” Not that he minded it. The thought alone made his cheeks flare up, further searing upon realizing that he'd figure out the truth, should her reply have been an affirmative. “W-What should I say now? Do I let him join?”   /   @gallowsghost​
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ignitedwill · 4 years
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@gallowsghost​ said: "Eating raw cookie dough?" [botherations fang bc house woke me up]
      ❝I’d rather not get sick, but you do you, friend...❞
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      He didn’t approve of the idea, but he couldn’t stop her either.
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sankarin · 3 years
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Me @ you every time you wake up dhvn💗💙🤍 I love you
that’s also me every time you open your mouth shdgs
I love you 💙 💙 💙 the mooost
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sinnersall · 4 years
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      Someone, likely a researcher, left their cornflakes on the kitchen counter and 06 was the one to nab them, but... Not to seek after their respective owner. Finders keepers. 
      As (bad) luck would have it, he bumped into a familiar figure on his way out of the lounge. It looked to be the same woman that had been harassing him, but it was impossible to tell for sure since she was fast asleep and slumped over a table.
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      That’s when it hit him... he could put those cornflakes to good use. One by one, he began placing and stacking them on the back of her head, waiting to see how many it took for her to wake up. Eventually, though, he lost count. One could call it retribution...
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@gallowsghost​   /   unprompted
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reviller · 4 years
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Psych Season 4 Sentence Starters
@gallowsghost​ said: “How many men would you say you’ve killed?“ [dhgh if at all]
      When she asked about his holstered Beretta, naturally, he offered to show it to her, safety on, and all that good stuff. But her question did make him cock his brows with an amused smile curling at his lips while he blinked a couple of times in surprise.
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      ❝That’s not something I hear often.❞, he snorted and shrugged as he scratched at the back of his head. His gaze trailed off to the left and he began humming to himself, trying to remember - or at least, pretending to do so. All until he turned back towards her and playfully stuck his tongue out at her, poking it out of the corner of his mouth. ❝Only a couple, in self-defense, back when I was still on the force. I don’t shoot to kill, obviously...because the law is a thing that exists and we must all abide by it. But that was an extremely sensitive case - ergo, it was either me or them and I’d rather it was them.❞
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💤 [aye there]
Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.
Dark lashes fluttered open at the rather firm nudge on the shoulder from a stranger.  Leaning by a wall, Andre rubbed his eyes, silently cursing himself for not getting a good amount of sleep the night before.  Quickly remembering where he was (on standby to make sure that the process of the day’s execution via breaking wheel was complete), Andre quickly straightened himself.
“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, monsieur.”  Andre began, believing that it was one of the workers who awoke him. “Has the  been-”
He turned to face the person and was surprised when he saw that the person in question was clearly not one of the workers, but rather an odd-looking woman with auburn hair.  Her clothes were dark and tattered, and she had various scars on her face. 
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“....completed...?”
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