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If anyone is still alive here, I moved Vex to her own blog -w- @succudie ♥

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I’ve decided to revamp this blog, probably even make it brand new -- but, it’s gonna take a hot minute to draw everyone. so here’s a lil’ Vex in the meantime.

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local grim reaper comes to your party unannounced, wyd?

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𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫.

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[cxrnxticn-deactivated20241213]

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Side muses: @shyseal​​ (Free! OC), @rightnao​ (indie OC), @weirdoheadspace (indie OC)

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shhh they’re sleeping Isaac and @savedestroy‘s Vex having some quality time together 

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♡ Shipping Aesthetic, feat: 𝕮𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖔 { @savedestroy​ } ♡

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@take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar​ ♥’d!

“S`cuse me.”

It takes a brief moment of clearing his throat for Judah to find his voice, for his next spoken words to finally garner the attention of the stranger beside him. Beforehand, he was quiet, brooding, second guessing whether or not it’d be worth mentioning his worries to someone chosen at random. And, yet — here the angel is now, unfolding the poster that’s in his pocket, a missing feline the subject of its desperate message.

“You haven`t seen this cat around, have you?” 

The cat in question is pictured in a manner that he couldn’t ignore, even from one quick glance; its big, round eyes, adorable chubby face... Surely, its owners must be worried sick. Never mind the promise of money, and lots of it. All that’d make Judah the happiest now is to find and rescue the poor creature. He just needs a little extra help. 

“Just askin` for a friend, is all.”

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@cxrnxticn​ says... (For Pluto, sorry it came out a tad wordy lol) A sweet enticing aroma awoke Mariko from one of her many stupors of the day. She was drawn to a colorful display in the windows of a quaint little flower shop, nose inches from the glass causing a circle of fog from her breath. The sight made her long for Spring which was too far off for her liking. To remedy her aching heart, she went for the door handle, and allowed herself into the blissfully warm shop, taking in the variety of beautifully arranged bouquets with a barely stifled glow of happiness.

The familiar ‘ding’ of the bell which hangs above the entrance’s heavy wooden door welcomes yet another guest into the modest flower shop, its owner quick to greet the girl that enters. He’s unwavering in his politeness and readiness to serve, despite the large bouquets tucked in his arms. The extravagant pick of blooming flowers nearly blocks his initial view from her, but, he offers her a smile nonetheless as he continues his long haul over to the front counter. 

“Why, hello there ~ It`s lovely to meet you.”

After he carefully unloads his pick of flowers, Pluto proceeds with his work as usual. Soon, a pair of vases join the countertop, along with a few other tools. He spares another glance at the stranger that seems to have barely moved an inch since stepping foot inside, and as he begins his next tasks of pruning and perfecting, he hopes a few more words will encourage the little lady to make herself at home.

“You`ll have to excuse me for a moment. I`m afraid I must finish these before I can help you. You`re more than welcome to look around in the meantime! Oh, but, please be careful ~ My little friend is roaming the shop as we speak. She`ll bite if you don`t watch your fingers. I hear that`s quite painful, what with the venom and all. Heh heh!”

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While his nap beneath the earth remains undisturbed thus far, it inevitably comes to an end when he feels the weight of one certain stranger atop his neat pile of dirt. Without sparing much thought, Pluto acts out of instinct as his hand shoots upwards from the shallow grave which he so lied; slim, gloved fingers wrap themselves tight around the other’s ankle, and slowly he begins to emerge from the soil as if he were a worm. 

“Ah…” One his eye meet his captor’s, he’s quick to pull back. “Pardon me,” With an apologetic if not embarrassed little smile on his face, the demon wiggles himself out of the manmade hole, all while dusting the earth off of his once pristine white shirt.

“There`s no need to be alarmed. I always take naps here… you see? It`s quite comfortable. Like receiving a warm hug from Mother Nature herself.”

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merry christmas ‘n happy holidays, everyone ~ <3 take care of yourselves, be safe, and remember that you are so very loved. we’re finally almost through another year.

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar​: 

Now, even though he’d been made aware earlier that Cicero didn’t count himself as much of a chef, or baker for that matter. Minato assumed the other would be fine, after all, this recipe wasn’t that difficult… And he’d only be stepping away for what, a few minutes at most?

Either way, what’s the worst that could happen in the time he stepped out for a smoke?

Well, that was an answer he’d soon be getting. As while everything seemed fine once he stepped back into the kitchen, at first… That fact was soon questioned at Cicero’s comment.

“Is there just not enough in there? Or is something else off?” Raising a brow with his question, and grabbing a spoon, he was about to test things for himself. Until the other grabbed his wrist, that is. With that gold hues narrowed slightly, and his expression drew into a semi-pout.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Brushing off the other’s grim expression and effort at warning him, the blonde let stubbornness get the better of him. Pulling his wrist away and swiping that small taste of batter from the spoon.

That, however… That was a mistake. Previous soft pout now scrunched into a somewhat disgusted expression, with a small shudder rolling along his back. “Ah, fuck–” Voicing that current displeasure, he was quick to grab a drink and wash away the taste. Afterward, looking back to Cicero.

“Okay, you had a point…” Expression still a bit sour, he admitted the small defeat, then went on to add more sugar. Might as well try to save it, right?

All of Cicero’s efforts are for naught, and the damage is done before he’s able to convince Minato not to put himself at risk. So much for trying to save his taste buds. At least the reaction he’s soon after met with causes him to all but snort and hold onto his own stomach to contain the laughter he stifles. Now this is entertaining.

“Heh heh heh...” If only he would’ve been quick enough to grab a camera and snap a picture of that disgusted look on Minato’s face — truly, his expression is priceless, but it’s also, sadly, short-lived. “Had that one coming, didn`t you?”

All theatrics aside, it comes as a surprise that he hasn’t given up entirely. In Cicero’s mind, the batter is ruined; far beyond the help of sugar alone. As he returns to his own drink left on the counter, he watches Minato with a squint. He shakes his head after a few sips. It’s hard to judge his actions without pity.

"I wouldn`t bother,” Awful, horrible tastes alone are enough for him to admit defeat, and to carry on with some of his pride left. “There`s a bakery down the street, I think. I`ll just pick something up for us tomorrow. Sound good?”

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 @nexarerum​ is in for a treat.​

A few dings of the timer prompts Judah to take swift steps over to the warm oven in the neighboring kitchen, leaving Gabriella to follow behind his excited strides. Finally, after having to endure the enticing scent of these delectable little treats they’d put hours into preparing, the wait for their first batch of cookies is over. He’s quick to pull the tray right from the blazing confines of the oven, unbothered by the lack of a mitt to protect his hand in doing so — it’s quite clear he’s more concerned about the sweets in question.

"Ah,” It takes a second glance for him to realize that mistakes have been made. Whether that be from adding too much sugar, not rolling the dough into small enough balls, or what... He can’t say. But, what was supposed to be perfectly round cookies, delicately crafted with love, is now something that he can only stare at with utmost disappointment. Somehow, the dough spread out so much during the baking process, that the cookies now resemble a giant puddle. It’s a miracle the thing isn’t still raw.

“I never said I was good at this,” He warned her. “Wanna give it a try, or what?”

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Lil’ starter call for Judah ~

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🥺

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