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[pawnshopsouls]

This Sparks Joy

Send me ‘This Sparks Joy’ for a happy headcanon about my muse! || no longer Accepting

If there was a fondest memory Salem could ever have, it would be when he and Az ( @saintedsin), an outworld angel/caelim, were doing repairs on an old church so that the local congregation could use it. He’s not the best when it comes to meeting people and making friends, but times when he’s able to work and do service with folks he considers friends are probably the happiest times he can have.

#¢::Main!Verse::¢ #Saintedsin #Az #Salem #Headcanon #thehopcful #¢::WhatABonelyQueue::¢

[xaallo]

@saintedsin​

I can feel the insanity coming off of this one.

#saintedsin #//greetings stranger #its been a while eh. 3-4 years?

[fluffmiester-blog1]

Good work deserved praise and recognition. That’s what Rriimsi thought anyway. A certain sister he’d left millions of miles offworld would’ve argued there was no point in praising people for acting as they should, but he disagreed. It was good for morale and by god did all these drained college students need it.

It was the end of the second term. Many were coming apart at their seams and Rriimsi quite thought the humans worked their young adults too hard.

But for one of his students, orange of haired and dotted with freckles, it seemed no amount of work would stop them from succeeding.

“Azel Floras,” Rriimsi spoke, adjust his glasses, “ I’m glad you could make it! You aren’t in trouble, let me begin by saying that. I just felt the need tell you person to person that your final essay was phenomenal. You are certainly going places.”

#saintedsin

[conquiistador]

(´｡• ω •｡`)

     ❝ I’m guessing you want something? ❞

#saintedsin #[ i imagined az doing the face and i laughed ] #ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰˡʸ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰ ;; ic. #ᵏᶤᶰᵍ'ˢ ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ ;; answers.

[pawnshopsouls]

🐼- Any creature of the sender’s choice / I decree that Bonely will be a frog. An Alexander 2.0 if you will. For a little while anyways.

As the smoke clears, a purple pacman frog sits in the place the pinstriped pawnbroker should have been, and Bonely begins to wonder,

‘What’s my life come to?’

#animal!MA #M!A #Frog!Bonely #//IF ANYONE WANTS TO INTERACT WITH PACMANFROG!BONELY FEEL FREE TO TOSS AN ASK OR STARTER! #saintedsin #¢::ThoughtIHeardYouSayThat::¢

[xaallo]

Born with just one set of arms? That was odd. "Would that be a rare genetic mutation of your species or does your mother happen to be a non-Margraven with just two arms?" Xaallo didn't seem like a mixed breed, but it would explain his small stature and horns to match.

“It’s a defect.”

#ask #saintedsin

[worldsandfeathers]

saintedsin replied to your post: �� / Olivander @ Zael

/ THE RING DIED MONTHS AGO MY DUDE. Olivander is being cheeky for keeping it. - v-

“What my colleagues don’t know can’t hurt me~”

#saintedsin #//HE IS HONESTLY!!! #ooc #| :OutOfOwls: | #//JUST ALL KINDS OF CHEEK

[fluffmiester-blog1]

#tfw one of your students keeps trying to fuck you #saintedsin #ic #//this is a caLLOUT POST

[pawnshopsouls]

Messing with the brother's hair a bit longer, Zael soon replaced that signature hat upon Bonely's head. "I took a summer course for robotics. I've become quite invested in these tinker toys I've made~" Tired of standing, Zael sat themselves in the other's lap, draping an arm over his shoulders. "Tell me about your time though. Drown me in story...~"

The pawnbroker raised an eyebrow in interest as he listened about Zael’s new hobby. Tinker toys were fun things to play with, especially ones with magic elements, but he’d have to bring that up later. Zael was apparently feeling bored and clingy, if the draping of his arms over his shoulders said anything. He’d forgotten how little Zael regarded personal space. He wouldn’t bother with it now though, he was too glad for the company.

“Heh, well believe it or not, it’s actually been a good 400 years since I last saw yeh,” he began with a wave of his hand, “though it’s only been a summer here in Bel’Terum. Me ‘n’ my brother got whisked away by a broken wayport, a link between our world ‘n’ another. Not exactly the usual way we travel, especially considerin’ how it splinched us on our way there. Ended up findin’ ourselves in a new world with new forms ‘n’ new rules teh play by.”

Bonely wrinkled his nose at the memory. On one hand it did hurt to end up halfway between yourself and something else. On the other, waking up with horns and stone skin wasn’t exactly what he called a good start to a family vacation.

“Took us 400 years teh get back. Or rather, teh be found since my Gyro displaced itself not long after we arrived. Fortunately, my boys were resourceful enough teh use it, find us, ‘n’ get us home. ‘Course when we got back we found out that our 400 years were only four months here. Kinda awkward havin’ teh explain our four-month departure teh local officials.”

Fortunately, they were pretty understanding about the whole ‘getting magically whisked away’ thing, and were able to re-institute Salem as the local graveyard cleric and he himself kept as his boy’s legal guardian. What a pain that had been to deal with! But he was glad it was all taken care of. At least for now.

#¢::MainVerse::¢ #Main!Verse #Bonely #Zael #saintedsin #¢::whatabonelyqueue::¢