Purple Smoke

Bonjour. My name is Davet Jérémy Blanchard, I will try my best to present valuable information on myself and or anything else if and when you ask. I am an intelligent ghost with power to control the element smoke. Please, do enjoy your stay.

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Quick doodley cuz i miss drawin' him uwu/ ))

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Humans

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the-mental-shepard replied to your photo:"Would anyone like some freshly baked cookies? I...

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"Of course! Please do take as many as you want, friend, enjoy!"

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"Would anyone like some freshly baked cookies? I made too many and I would give them to Toby, but he might get a stomach ache."

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"I hope everyone is doing well."

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MS Paint doodle

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MS Paint doodle

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Davet loves kittens so much

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Here's some encouraging messages from your favorite asshole Elsen & gentleman ghost! 

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Human!Toby from an AU he's in ))

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Whatever it was that Toby expected the larger Elsen to do it certainly wasn’t that. His face twisted into one of complete disgust, absolutely offended that he’d allowed this Elsen to touch him. 

The more than pissed off Elsen sneers with his pointed maw and disregards any words stuttered out by Zeke now. His green hues bore into the pair he’s slowly approaching and he lets Zeke’s glasses fall from his hand with a quiet ‘thunk’ to the floor. They weren’t important now. He gets right in the others face and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, shoving him brutishly into the door frame of the library. “You’re gonna regret that." He growls in a lowered tone and starts to push his knuckles into Zeke’s neck slowly.

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Zeke can’t tell the expression on the other elsen’s face at this range, but he knows it’s not a friendly one, and he freezes solid. His only movement is to glance toward the sound of his glasses hitting the floor. He hopes they aren’t scratched, but it really could have been worse…

His breathing comes fast and wheezy, his dark grey eyes wide and afraid as Toby approaches him, and the look of absolute hatred on his face comes into sharper focus. He gasps sharply as he’s seized and his breathing quickens further, until it turns to a choke as hard knuckles sink into his soft neck.

He gives the librarian behind Toby, who is watching impassively from behind his desk, a pleading look. He doesn’t expect it to work. It generally doesn’t.

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By this point Toby doesn't care who's watching. He'll do what he wants when he wanted and couldn't give a second thought to anyone who thought otherwise. As he crushes Zeke's esophagus he makes sure to keep mind how long he's been cutting off his air. He may hate this Elsen, but he doesn't want to kill him. "Try and fucking stutter through this." He gnarls under his breath and gives him a shake for good measure.

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"I-I-I-I— Don’t care!" He mocks the others stutter and takes a menacing step forward, glaring into Zeke’s eyes.

"Y’no you’re no different from the rest of them! Snivellin’, stuttering, sorry excuses for a bag of bones." He jabs at Zeke’s chest now, "Cept’ you’re a sack of crap. I bet you don’t even need these." He swipes at Zeke’s glasses and has no intention of returning them, not in one piece anyway.

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Zeke cowers away from the other elsen as if he’s trying shrink, then cries out as his glasses are taken. He tries desperately to snatch them back - and misses, thanks to his greatly impaired vision. He just smacks Toby in the face instead, then immediately recoils in horror. “I di-di-di- I’m s-s-s-so-so-sorry, p-p-please g-give those b-back…”

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Whatever it was that Toby expected the larger Elsen to do it certainly wasn't that. His face twisted into one of complete disgust, absolutely offended that he'd allowed this Elsen to touch him. 

The more than pissed off Elsen sneers with his pointed maw and disregards any words stuttered out by Zeke now. His green hues bore into the pair he's slowly approaching and he lets Zeke's glasses fall from his hand with a quiet 'thunk' to the floor. They weren't important now. He gets right in the others face and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, shoving him brutishly into the door frame of the library. "You're gonna regret that." He growls in a lowered tone and starts to push his knuckles into Zeke's neck slowly.

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Toby: -shoves past Zeke as he's entering the library- Tsh, could yah make a lil' room? I'm tryna walk here!

Zeke wheezes and backs off, hands clasped over his chest nervously. “Oh, g-g-goodness g-gracious, I’m t-terribly s-sorry…”

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The moody Elsen stops, turning his head to look back at Zeke, “Yeah, you better be.” He turns his nose up in disgust and sneers, “How dare you fuckin’ touch me in the first place. You." 

He’s turned to face the larger Elsen now and looks at him no higher than dirt on the bottom of his shoe. “You piece of filth.”

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Zeke stutters unintelligibly - probably another apology - and flutters his hands anxiously by his face, leaning backward and away. He manages to get his letters in order enough to say “I-I-I-I-I d-didn’t m-m-mean to…”

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"I-I-I-I-- Don't care!" He mocks the others stutter and takes a menacing step forward, glaring into Zeke's eyes.

"Y'no you're no different from the rest of them! Snivellin', stuttering, sorry excuses for a bag of bones." He jabs at Zeke's chest now, "Cept' you're a sack of crap. I bet you don't even need these." He swipes at Zeke's glasses and has no intention of returning them, not in one piece anyway.

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Toby: -shoves past Zeke as he's entering the library- Tsh, could yah make a lil' room? I'm tryna walk here!

Zeke wheezes and backs off, hands clasped over his chest nervously. “Oh, g-g-goodness g-gracious, I’m t-terribly s-sorry…”

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The moody Elsen stops, turning his head to look back at Zeke, "Yeah, you better be." He turns his nose up in disgust and sneers, "How dare you fuckin' touch me in the first place. You." 

He's turned to face the larger Elsen now and looks at him no higher than dirt on the bottom of his shoe. "You piece of filth."

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Whoa, nearly at 100 followers???

God we need to get more active here ))

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Verr detailed Davet donger under the cut *o* ))

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