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Death is a cat person

dreamsofpositivity:

Dream would curl up against Death, despite how cool he seemed, the younger god didn’t mind it at all. He purred softly, giggling at the nuzzling and cheek smooshes.

🌟 I understand. I’ve been well. And you? How are you feeling now?

He’d just press kisses to Death’s face lazily.

@jokingdeath

“I’ve been feeling like.... heheheh... Death?” A lazy hum of his own, but arms pull the other god close, robes shifting, flowing, pooling like liquid smoke to coil around them, deathly cold, but pleasantly calm and soothing; such as what he was.

“Busy, it a good word for it, mmm... busy and tired and... busy. Heheheh, very busy to the point of stealing myself away. Nothing to worry over, I promise that, I’m too old to stress on that, but work is as it is, the cycle does not pause, and so neither do I.”

#dreamsofpositivity

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There's a smooch incoming, of course there would be for the younger god. Smooch smooch!

Oh hey, look, kisses. Dream will happily accept those, arms wrapping around the dark god.

🌟 Well hello~

@jokingdeath

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A few more passing smooches, but Death simply chuckles, amused and letting cheekbones smush and nuzzle for a few moments. “My bad for vanishing, you know, heh, dying for a while. Not really as I can’t die, but still... you get what I mean. You’ve been well, I hope?”

#dreamsofpositivity

Dream will just snuggle right up to Death and press his teeth to the other's in a very chaste kiss.

An easy kiss to return, pressing back, equally chaste and sweet to the other god as arms wrap around Dream’s frame to nuzzle close.

#dreamsofpositivity

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#(muntalk) out of scythes

frozenrecord-deactivated2018102

hey! sunny here with yet another rp blog. can you please reblog this post if you’re interested in interacting with a trickster dave? this cold boi desperately needs some friends. thanks in advance!!

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shadesandrifles

((I don’t know how to do a fucking promo but this seems to work faster.. Hi. Percy here with a blog thing. Idk. Like/Follow if interested in indi Karkat RP/ask blog))

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#(muntalk) out of scythes

fallen--child:

Their hesitance quickly becomes curiosity when he starts to sift through his robes for something, wondering what he might be looking for. When the bag he’d dropped down to them had candy inside of it though, Petals quickly had an excited look on their face.

It’d never be empty?

Oh wow, that was a super cool gift!! Free candy forever! ‘Thank you, this is perfect! I love it!’ They quickly respond, pulling out a candy to give it a try. They were a lot more cheery now that the gift wasn’t something deadly!

Death only grins wider, rolling midair with a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he floats up higher, righting himself properly. “Then I’m glad you like it and it suits your needs. I’ll have to ask Magic for a second one and fib I lost this one.” A wink of a dark socket, Death looking entirely tickled.

Not that it really would be any issue in the end.

The candy itself isn’t very special, just the shames of bones and skulls, all solid packed sugar and nothing much else. To be fair, Death usually gave out candy now and then, or dropped a few in his coffees.

#fallen--child

Death’s Waifu stats | X

“Huh... so that’s a thing...”

#(musings) Death the Peanut Gallery #ahahahaha this is hilarious

@xetermination | Cont. here.

“Wow. That’s a new one.. most tend to know me on sight. Or have an inkling of who I am...” That measuring cup is simply stored back away in his robes, the darkly dressed skeleton sinking, and yet, even here, his bare feet never touch the ground, floating a calm few inches over it.

“I’m Death. Both in name an purpose... well, one of ‘deaths’ deaths. I am one physical manifestation of the entity mortals call ‘Death’. There’s others, but that’s besides the point... and I guess I was here cause, well, those who have this strange ability to freeze their hourglasses tend to be interesting... and it’s not my work, or Life’s, we can’t control a mortal’s hourglass... only mortals can.”

“But you’re Sans, are you not? Or do you prefer ‘Geno’ as it seems to float about? And I know your name because I am ancient and old and getting here just like passing into any realm isn’t difficult for me.”

#xetermination

cosmicspaceslug

I THINK PERHAPS YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. PEOPLE’S WHOLE LIVES DO PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE. THE PROCESS IS CALLED “LIVING.”

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent (via snipejaeg)

#(musings) Death the Peanut Gallery #(likes) Heads roll with laughter

I was once a mutual of yours and you just appeared on my dash after I left the it fandom. I'm honestly really happy you are back and wish you the best <3

((Awww, thanks, I dunno, I’ll try to be more active on here and dust this old boy off. We’ll see :D ))

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fallen--child:

jokingdeath replied to your post:

“Is it to your liking or would you like another? I can get a smaller one.” Death’s dark, empty sockets blink. “A glowing one?”

A sword that glowed? That sounded kinda cool.

But... a sword was a weapon still, so the small child still seemed a bit hesitant.

‘That’s really nice of you, but I’m not old enough for swords...’ They decided to be honest, ‘Is there a something you want to give that’s not a weapon?’

A long pause, Death’s frame floating there, rolling back but a moment to think, before he’s digging in his robes. The shuffling of dark fabric, of course, knocks a few things loose, coins of many denominations spilling from his robes, before finally, he pulls out a black, velvet bag.

It’s small, fitting in the palm of his hand, but a peek inside to be sure it’s what he thinks it is, and Death floats closer.

He never touches, never makes contact, knowing what he is and how literally deadly he was, he merely floats above the small human and drops the bag down to them.

A bag, of a special sort. For it’s full of candies, sugar bones and skulls.

“...It will never become empty, though you can’t put much else into it.”

#fallen--child

maternacapra:

jokingdeath “…That is a perfectly suitable question! What time…

“It closes when you choose for it to close.”

“The person running it must get absolutely no sleep, then… I do hope they get to swap positions with someone every once in a while!”

“Mortals run it automatically. And there’s more than one person watching it. Hundreds, thousands, millions. It only shuts off when you choose to no longer be on it. Or you don’t pay your fee.”

#maternacapra