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tabby was in goncharov

girlablaze

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS ( S2. )

❛ and the worst part is, i don’t even have my holy water! ❜

❛ you escaped the clutches of yet another demon. ❜

❛ there may very well be a hot dog vendor in chicago who is a bigfoot. ❜

❛ demons, you cowards! ❜

❛ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ❜

❛ i think your douche meter is usually half mast but right now it’s about three quarters full. ❜

❛ i think a moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ❜

❛ well the only way to really provoke them is to provoke them! ❜

❛ i think the ground is cleaner than this couch. ❜

❛ holy shit, it’s a jacuzzi tub! ❜

❛ i stole them off a woman who died on the titanic! ❜

❛ no, no, no, you’re going to scare the ghosts away. ❜

❛ if i see people taller than me, i get concerned about them because i think they’re gonna die. . young. ❜

❛ jesus christ, do you always have to insult the ghosts at the place we’re at? ❜

❛ if george clooney was on the tonight show and you set him on fire, one of his feet would burn and the other one would probably still be planted there on the floor in a very nice shoe — clooney’s flammable. ❜

❛ i’ve always gotta’ think about stuff, y’know? like this mannequin in this tub, what’s he doing here? ❜

❛ hey demons, it’s me, ya’ boy. ❜

❛ it is a very old piece of footage, but so is die hard — still good. ❜

❛ so it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em a zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it? ❜

❛ stop telling the ghosts to follow me home. ❜

❛ oh so you’re going to make me sit in the shitty chair? ❜

❛ this guy has been inhaling too many cat shit fumes. ❜

❛ i took an improv comedy class once, ‘cause i’m a white guy. ❜

❛ i just got startled by a disco ball. ❜

❛ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ❜

❛ just, to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ❜

❛ i’m not doing this because i want to steal, i‘m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. ❜

❛ hey ghouls! the boys are here. ❜

❛ i think everyone needs a hobby, and if you don’t have one, that’s when you’re probably gonna start killing people. ❜

❛ i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot! ❜

❛ this is what happens when people are passive aggressive full-time. ❜

❛ ghost 101: one, knock book off shelf. week two, hold a candlestick in the middle of a hallway. three…sheets. ❜

❛ it looks like one of the conjuring films. ❜

❛ anytime you get uneasy, that’s me! ❜

❛ if there were a town full of me in the puritan times, we’d have landed on the moon in 1790. ❜

❛ we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. ❜

❛ demons! you’re not trying hard enough — plunge us into darkness! ❜

❛ you gotta’ fuckin’ calm down, man. ❜

❛ why is it someone who chokes on a peanut doesn’t get a ghost? ❜

❛ i think it’s a little bit more fun to believe that humans are capable of some truly horrific things. ❜

❛ i’m exposing my cranium to you. ❜

❛ there’s a good chance tonight is the night you see me die on camera. ❜

❛ shadows do tend to follow you though, that’s how they work. ❜

❛ this is gonna get a little morbid, but who’s to say that a burning body doesn’t smell like barbecue? ❜

❛ i didn’t even get to do all the things on my bucket list. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter, this is all bullshit! ❜

❛ you keep tricking me into talking to them, you fuckin’ dickhead! ❜

❛ spooky, huh? ❜

❛ is it very european to — to burst into flames? ❜

❛ and i guess this is where we’re fuckin’ sleeping because we’re idiots. ❜

❛ ( wheeze ) ❜

#{ meme. }#;; specify muse #;; or i will legit just random number generator it lmao

evcrkill

IND MULTI OC.

penned by g.

#;; self promo #;; mayhap I would like to do this again...

tinaseh

Architectural Digest

#{ luci ;; aesthetic. }

nkamotoyuta

who is STICKER? ; yuta

#{ isa ;; visage. }

girlofdogs

i’d like to make it clear that being well-read and having dumb bitch energy aren’t mutually exclusive. can i give you an in-depth analysis of an academic article? yeah. am i still a dumb bitch? yeah and proud

#{ luciisms. }#;; this has turned into The Luci Blog #;; anyway luci likes academia when theyre not in it but also it had to be pointed out to them that their boss runs a gambling ring #;; they just thought he always had lots of friends in his office who liked to pay in cash

newniji-deactivated20230613

I’m in love with my freshly customized Switch joycons ♡

#{ luci ;; aesthetic. }

evcrkill

this is the only thing thats important to me

evcrkill

nate has big oversized puppy energy if puppies wielded knives and beat people up professionally and unprofessionally

luci is smol. that is all.

tabby has tall girl energy despite being 5′4. most people think she’s taller than she actually is because she’s usually in heels, typically 3″ but she’ll go taller if she’s trying to break hearts (and toes)

isa also wears heels but they tend to be more lowkey heeled boots, taking him from 5′6 to around 5′7-8. if u call him a short king he will

this is the only thing thats important to me

;; luci owns like 4 pairs of rollerskates to match different outfits. they cannot skate.

#;; thanks for coming to my ted talk #;; listen sometimes u gotta dress cute and take pics at the skate park #then very carefully take the skates off and go home bc u have no balance

voxvulgi

Okay, Nate actually had a point. He could be haunting the heck out of people— out of Jude’s family, even. Being in the grocery store with her was definitely a better use of his time. And, well, maybe he wasn’t actually helping her. But he was keeping her company, and company was an invaluable resource for Jude. She wouldn’t admit it to Nate – or to anyone – but Jude’s default state of existence was…well, loneliness. It was pretty damn lonely out here. And in there. And anywhere, really.

“You know what?” Jude starts just as Nate points at his next snack of demand. “I’m actually glad you’re keeping me company. Thank you.” She didn’t say yes or no, simply reached for the candy. It looked impossibly sugary. Good thing only one side of Jude’s family had diabetes running in the bloodline. After placing it in the cart, she walked a few steps to find the Pringles. That should be the last of it. “Is that all? Am I missing anything on the list?” She was still speaking into her phone, but her eyes actually settled on Nate now. “Actually— I should probably call Baba to make sure before I go to checkout.”

The spark of genuine sincerity takes Nate by surprise; so much so that he spends a moment stammering internally searching for a way to reply. He’d meant the statement as a joke, mostly. He’d been angry, once—angry enough to be the kind of ghost that people fear—but that rage has long-since subsided as he found himself adopting a familiar brotherly role. Jude’s grounded him, he thinks. Given him purpose in this bleary afterlife.

But, of course, she’s moved on before he can bring himself to vocalise any of that.

“You wrote the list, not me, but I’m always game for more snack,” he says, drifting along beside her. “Tell him I say hi.”

#voxvulgi #{ nate ;; reply. }#;; wow this thread is so 2020

mythvoiced

Oh. Of course.

There is still a lot the archangel feels they can learn from humanity, the finest of details intervowen into the way they interact with each other, all these different nuances that seem to run deeper than the roots of the largest tree currently breathing on Earth, and how quickly these nuances seem to change or even fade the moment they step over the next border, or sometimes even into the next town.

And even in spite of their current predisposition, even though sitting feels better right now than it has before, even though a mere week ago they could stand night and day without even feeling their feet, it’s this curiosity that has led them to descend, as the other puts it, that still reigns superior amongst the sensations coursing through their body.

As such, they perk up. At the idea of following a mortal custom - or is it too late to accept the drink - but even more so at the sight opening up to them, the foreign room they can now shamelessly explore with their sight while the healer returns.

And the book in his hands.

Their upper body seems to rise lightly as they watch the healer already note some things down, and it’s only his beating them to it that stops the question from spilling. “I’m… not sure. What does pain feel like?” They shift around in their seat for a moment, coming to rest only after their back has slid further down the chair’s. There’s a helpless frown on their features, as if solemn for not knowing more, for not being able to provide more.

“There’s a strange pull… when my wings have to carry me a while, at the base of them,” they half-turn at this, reaching behind them with their hand to gesture at an approximate spot between their shoulder blades, as if that would be enough, but opening their wings in this small space simply isn’t ideal. When they settle into their previous position again, they do so shaking their head.

“There are no stupid questions.” A sigh. “Nothing like it, no. I’ve never felt this…” physical, for lack of a better word. But that hardly makes sense, so they leave the sentence hanging, head tilting to the side at the other question. “When they fall? I don’t know. I didn’t fall. I don’t know any of my siblings who have, they keep to themselves, and the rest of us are no longer aware of their whereabouts either.”

The frown deepens, carves itself into Sabriel’s features as another thought seems to cross their mind. Their gaze is fixated on the book in the healer’s hands still. “What’s written in there? Are those your notes? Do you write down a lot of things? Is it necessary or more of a preference?”

Isa’s certain he’ll need to call in back up for this case. He’s only taking it on because he’s not sure where else Sabriel could go; Isa takes on the majority of the supernatural clients within this area and he hasn’t been keeping the best tabs on praticioners beyond the region. His specialty is a quick and easy fix, a sealed knife wound or healed bone. He has to know what he’s looking for to heal it, but it seems as if Sabriel themself can’t even pinpoint the cause.

He jots down each of Sabriel’s answers and queries, with a few hastily scribbled thoughts of his own. It’s been a while since he’s used his journal—years, perhaps—but he finds himself swiftly filling a page with Sabriel’s initial inqueries alone. The prior pages are littered with notes of baffling cases and details of training undertaken under the careful watch of his mother. His daily fare is usually mobsters with bullet holes and werewolves with wounded pride—hardly enough to warrant further academic scrutiny. However, despite the well-thumb, cramped pages that have come before, none of them contain an iota of information about angels.

This is certainly an odd one.

“It’s so I don’t forget anything,” Isa replies, opting out of the others in the deluge of questions. His hand stills on the page and his gaze raises to meet Sabriel’s. Despite their bright eyes, the angel looks tired. “How long have you been here? On Earth, I mean.”

Perhaps their strength is like Isa’s—under the influence of a greater power and linked to a divine being. Isa’s powers grow with the waxing of a full moon as his ancestors smile down upon him and offer him their strength. Equally he finds himself weaker during the day when the moon is farthest from him.

Isa wouldn’t consider himself religious, especially not in the Western sense; he’s never given much thought to Heaven and angels, to the Gods that exist beyond what his own family believe. Perhaps that’s for the best; he’s coming at this with fresh eyes. He doesn’t know much of the tales of old or what the modern age has convinced itself to believe. He’s starting from the basics but at least he’ll (hopefully) get an uncompromised story from the archangel themself.

“Did it come on slowly? And has it gotten worse?”

#mythvoiced #{ isa ;; reply. }#;; rocks up 4 months late with starbucks whaddup