MONSTER!

independent oc

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karismatickitty:

‘ could you please take my soul next week! —-i have a date tonight! and i have an exam next week! also, i have to let my part-time place know i’m quitting. it would be rude not to. ’

oh god, is that her soul? it looks gross.

                        ‘ who are you to make such a request of me? ‘ he glowers, fingers once coated in gold now dripping tar - he clenches the tiny thing, not hard enough to break it, but just softly enough to smudge the blackness with a clawed thumb. ‘ vile. even if i wanted to eat this, i could not. ‘

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hhemeraa:

               “How fickle.” A tease, although he takes a step back with a hand over heart in mock offense, “I’ve gone from a welcomed prey to unwelcomed pest in a matter of seconds. I believe that’s a new record.”

                       it is true that he was once far less picky, but now such luxuries seemed another lifetime - another curt turn of events in his endless, spiraling lifespan. we he to eat as he pleased, he would end up vulnerable - his scars sting at the very thought of it. ‘ you should be so lucky. if you so desire to be in my company, find me something less vile to eat. ‘

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some things about phantom i don’t feel like writing individual headcanons on atm:

† manipulates shadows, is a spook † very very very weak to fire † is p much a hollow shell, feels p much like a hollow shell † doesn’t know what he is or where he came from  † eats souls but purges ‘sin’ - if a soul is ‘black’ it’s covered in ‘sin’ † greedy greedy greedy

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hhemeraa:

               “Is your aim to flatter me?” fingers curl and hand makes to retreat from the other’s grasp, “you’re awfully nosy for someone with little business looking.”

                       ‘ flattery is wasted on prey, ‘ he allows fingers to retreat from his own, gold adorned grasp, ‘ though you are too far gone for my tastes. ‘ he’d just end up heaving the tar-covered remnants of sin back up in a week or so - making for more work than he’s willing. ‘ go before i change my mind. ‘

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hhemeraa:

                “Blackened is a bit harsh,” playful pout greets command, but hand rests gently in the other’s offered palm, movements quiet compared to being’s, “perhaps it is a bit marred.”

                        ‘ marred and mangled, ‘ he gives a rare amount of leeway - a simper as intangible fingers comb through the boy’s immortal soul, returning black as night, ‘ but blackened all the same. ‘

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@heavensson liked. 

                        ‘ i am partial to pretty faces, but yours will have to do, ‘ a quick step, fingers unfurling from behind his back with a hum, ‘ i have never seen a soul quite like this. ‘

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@honeydlace liked.

                       ‘ come now, i would never hurt you, ‘ he says, silver-tongue clucking as he offers her a gold laced hand, ‘ there are not many who would wander into my.. home. i must wonder if you’re lost. ‘ as fate would have it, she’d make the perfect snack.

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like to get your soul stolen?

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@karismatickitty ♥’d.

                       he waves gold-laced fingers through her form, intangible -- delicately tasting the edge of a soul blackened by desire. ‘ nine lives and yet you’ve only one soul. pity. ‘

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wrreakshavoc.

                 “Aw, so unfortunate-–I was having such fun...” wonder falsely portrayed in glowing eyes at this manipulation, clawed hands raising in admitted defeat. The devil partly bows and wears a calm simper, “That’s very kind of you, ever so appreciated. Just don’t expect me to beg; not my cup of tea, hm?”

                        ‘ i am not fond of watching others beg, ‘ comes a soft retort, armor shifting as he sits upright - making someone beg for their life seems an ungodly waste of time; he will kill regardless of words. ‘ perhaps you are in luck; leave while I am still feeling so generous -- these grounds belong to me. ‘ despite the state of his housing, burnt to the cinders - rain seeping into the remnants of his tomes and ancient texts (their contents lost forever). ‘ i do not wish to sully them with your blood. ‘

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@wrreakshavoc ♥’d.

                        ‘ i tire of this game, ‘ announces the beast, fingers curling beneath his chin as he parts the shadows with a nudge of his head - revealing an unwelcome guest, ‘ come out now and perhaps I will spare you an agonizing death. ‘

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@hhemeraa ♥’d.

                        ‘ come now, ‘ says the phantom, gold clad armor giving a soft clank as he shifts in place; offering a hand, ‘ let us see that blackened soul of yours. ‘

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@conphes ♥’d

                             ‘ what do mortals know of life and death? ‘ fingers coil at his side, armor clattering as he crosses one leg over the other, ‘ they break so easily. ‘

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like to get your soul stolen?

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me, following anyone with phantom: this is a mistake

[nero-draco]