o death.

check the carrd before interacting home-lore based GRIM REAPER with a mix of influences/inspiration kill me slowly with your kiss wrap me 'round your fingertips blog is under construction

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                                                     ind. very private. mutuals only.                                                                                                           horror/paranormal oc by d.                                                  25+. utc -5. discord ok for mutuals.

                                  carrd. headcanons. wishlist. opens.

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JAVA HAS MOVED.

you can now find him over at @kikenmuses !!

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quality. i just wanna FEEL the way that everyone should. YEAH, AREN’T YOU PROUD OF ME??? i can fake a smile just like you said that i would. 💔 a bnha oc penned by d. crey spencer, aspiring hero  —  teenage idiot struggling with the power to manipulate emotions. blog is nsfw and contains material not suitable for minors. 

[mortetm]

                DEATH smiles at us all ,

                                and all a man can do is smile back .  ©

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snowroki​.

         CONFUSION was clear in her eyes ;  achilles’ heel ?  fuyumi knew very well what that accusation meant ,  although the confusion wasn’t there   —   but in what he meant by telling her ,  of all people ,  that .

      “  me ?  ”  she inquires ,  white brows furrowing as she looks at the ground ,  trying to understand what he meant .  “  i’m sure that -  you must have me confused with someone else ,  really -  i …  i’m afraid i don’t understand your point ?  ”

             DEATH SMILES, and it feels nice. freeing. being here, being like this. playing something that he is not   ---   something that he hasn’t been for some time. she makes him feel human and that’s a dangerous thing.

              “i’m incapable of making such mistakes. people are very much impossible to mix up, for me.” there’s a joke in there, somewhere   ---   a joke about the grim reaper messing up. “people like you. they’re rare and they   ...   make the job difficult.”

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                     *rubber ducky squeak.*

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

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the whiplash i get because, like. crey’s music is upbeat and positive and happy and. java’s music is ............... not that.

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open.

what once was beautiful now sits silent in sadness; green leaves withered and brown. there is nothing that implies fowl play   ---   the greenhouse is perfectly lit and warm. there are watering cans of various sizes. bags of dirt mixed with fertilizer. books on gardening, some open to specific pages. there are petals on the floor from hanging baskets. dead. an entire greenhouse, in a state of decay.

fingers reach and try to tenderly touch the tip of a fern   ---   but it snaps off. a familiar feeling finds his chest and he breathes a sigh. “ ... i’m sorry.”

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quality. i just wanna FEEL the way that everyone should. YEAH, AREN’T YOU PROUD OF ME??? i can fake a smile just like you said that i would. 💔 a bnha oc penned by d. crey spencer, aspiring hero  —  teenage idiot struggling with the power to manipulate emotions. blog is nsfw and contains material not suitable for minors. 

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                                    @mortetm​ wanted java to catch eiko singing!!

religion isn’t something that death concerns itself with and therefore javaraya hasn’t thought about anything regarding it in a long time. memories are locked. they are fading. disappearing as he becomes more reaper and less the being he was before. every once in a while, something happens   ---    one of those old memories unlocks and he feels; fills with humanity and remembers to breathe. her voice does this for him. unexpected, like a surprise gift. she doesn’t even know she does it   ---   doesn’t know he’s there. that’s his own fault; he doesn’t hardly ever use actual doors and chooses instead to simply step in through one of his portals. usually he lands pretty close but there is a room of separation this time. announcing himself is skipped, as he catches her mid-note. surprise takes him and he remains silent, stuck in place as she sings a song he doesn’t know   ---   yet something familiar pings in his chest. he remembers, then, the concept of angels.

still, he waits. he lets his eyes close and he thinks back to a time before. a place with a name he can’t remember   ---   likely changed, now. people, their faces blurred. forgotten, over time. he doesn’t even recognize himself, in these memories; hair so long and eyes so bright. white fabric, a contrast to stained glass windows   ---  but a compliment to the marble statues lovingly carved by hand. her voice fades. but the memory hovers, for a moment. when he opens his eyes, she’s there before him.

“ ... i used to sing.” quiet, his voice a little distant. “back before   ---   before i was able to be myself.” a hand comes up to his chest, scars covered but still so important, to him. “there was a church. a choir. we sang every day   ---   but i can’t ... remember the words. i can’t remember the songs.” there is a sadness that passes over his face for a moment, but then he smiles. “your voice, in that place   ---   with the ceilings so high. i wonder what that would be like. i wonder if people would come far and wide to hear you and give you gifts. i feel ... bad. that i have nothing to give you in this moment.” the portal opens again. “give me a minute. i’ll be right back.”

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                   “what is ... ‘simping?’”

[pornogrows]

i wanna hug someone and roll around w them in my bed and bury my face in their chest and smell them and jus feel their arms around me

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they say “YOU CLEAN UP NICE, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE A DEAD MAN!!” they say “YOU DRESS UP NICE!!” i feel like a DEAD MAN. 💀 independent entirely fandomless rp blog for JAVA, a reaper doing their best to hide as a human who is absolutely out of touch. mun is 25+. est. blog is nsfw and contains a lot of themes surrounding death. please check the carrd before following!!

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            did someone say they’d rather DIE?

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HURK. 💋

first 5 people who send in a “💋” get a kiss from my muse. 1/5,   two more available.

a hand is raised,   fingertips combing through his bangs as he   lowers his hoodie,   exposes white locks that   frame his face.   red hues   scan the lobby,   lips parting in the   slightest   before twitching up in a   smile.   the bodies littering the floor almost looked   peaceful,   &   for a moment he finds himself feeling   jealous.   to be touched by such an ethereal being,   he truly was angelic.

"   javaraya.   “   &   his name rolls off his tongue like a   prayer,   making his way towards the other before nearly   melting in his palms.   to think he’d be so   content   being embraced in such an   intimate way.   it really was   revolting.

still,   words are caught in his throat   at the reaper leans against him,   gloved hands   raising to brace against his chest as he   allows   such affection.   a hum,   &   his eyes flutter close.   yes,   the sea.   he remembered.

DEATH,    on a chain   ...   but loved.

lips press against his   in a surprisingly   gentle   kiss,   playfully   nipping   at his bottom lip as he   brings him closer.   arms wrap around his   waist,   &   he rests his head against his   shoulder,   nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he nearly   purrs.   

                                                         “   let’s go home,   ██████.   “

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he’s holding a remote in one hand, cellphone in the other.

      “siri, please tell me which channel is the netflix.”