Just watched the ghosts Christmas finale, fuckign sobbing. Not how I'd have ended it but its bittersweet for sure. Will tag any content that involves anything to do with that episode for the next month, to avoid spoiling people.
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I wanna hold hands with you.
"You only need to ask!"
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*HOLDING UP A CAT AND SNEEZING CAUSE ALLERGIES* CAT WANTS KITTIES
"Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that. I will not make this cat suffer this procedure."
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A repeating thought... Does immortality run in the blood, or will Cynthia need to be offered the curse luxury?
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"talk about a dick-measuring contest... I don't know who I'd rather have come out on top." clint's laughing to himself. "tony... probably. though this bunny guy doesn't seem that awful."
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her apology, the purpose behind such admission of regret, the altruistic intent behind each & every word that leaves the princess' lips is foreign territory; a softness angel dust finds himself frighteningly unfamiliar with. valentino's clemency manifests after a storm, presents itself through saccharine apologies after sour accusations, through tender kisses after a strike against his cheek. charlie's does not require a punishment prior, does not demand angel to suffer nor struggle beforehand.
forgive me, please. (@cupisco)
" charlie, " both pairs of arms are curled around own frame, coiled comfortably around his physique (a blanket, a shield, a layer of security betwixt himself and the rest of hell). a tick of quietude passes by, before topmost hands reach languidly for charlie's, " y'don't gotta apologise. " a corner of angel's mouth quirks upwards ever-so-slightly, a crooked simper feeble and passive. " val's .. he's a fuckin' handful. you don't gotta worry 'bout him, alright ? he's just— just my employer. hazbin is nun' of his business. " digits tighten around hers, briefly, before hands retract to rest upon his hips. " here — m'all yours. but i gotta work. nothin' to be done 'bout that, dollface. " .
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Every day was the same. Wake with the dawn, wash, dress, help make the breakfast, then off across a small patch of grassy land to tend to the Seeds. Fox knew when to keep her mouth shut, knew when to forget the secrets she heard, because of this, she was trusted. Perhaps more than some. Not that she thought much of it. How could she be special when it was the brothers who brought about the new word, when it was Faith who helped the most beautiful flowers bloom, and when the Father had what he called Visions. She, however, was only another member in the great project. A sheep in need of shepherding.
Entering the building where Joseph Seed was housed, Fox dipped her head toward the members who stood in the main rooms, a content smile on her lips, and a tray of tea in her hands. She walked calmly to the door to Joseph's room, sat the tray on the table in the hall, and poured the crushed powder into the still steaming cup. Jacob had told her it was medicine, that it was something Joseph needed, and she did not question it. Doing exactly as he said, every day.
"Good Morning, Joseph," she greeted softly as she opened the now unlocked slot in the door. Carefully placing the tray with the tea and his meager breakfast on the shelf protruding. Aside from glimpses through the small rectangular slot, she had never seen him fully. Not up close, anyway, or in person. Sometimes, she thought about bending down to level her eyes with it, but it felt too sinful to give into her curiosities, to invade his space.
"There was marmalade today, I put some extra by your plate." Technically, she wasn't supposed to talk to him, but, truth be told, she was lonely. She imagined he might be, too. "And--" Looking quickly up and down the hall, Fox carefully pushed her hand into the opening in the door. Her closed fist opening to reveal a rather battered looking, tiny blue flower. It had lived in her pocket since yesterday, and the petals hung limp and wilted against her palm. As if he was a wild animal, a tiger stalking around in a cage, Fox dropped the flower onto the shelf and pulled her hand back quickly.
"There's a grove on the edge of the forest filled with the start of all these blue flowers. It is the first sign of spring, I think." She smiled to herself. "I thought you might enjoy seeing something from the garden."
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