#[almost]

[archmight]

@holyabel x. "They were really nice gift baskets, okay?"

"... were they, now."

heaven help him, at least abel is an earnest and well-meaning fledgling, albeit shockingly naive; never saw more of earth than a field, murdered before he ever learned what the world could really do to a soul between its sharp teeth - no wonder he thinks an infernal uprising can be soothed with taffy and soft toys, and hell be bribed into civility.

the commander's dusk-dark gaze is heavy with a quiet protectiveness he would deny if pressed. heaven has raised abel SOFT, but he would have to toughen and temper in the cruel forge of this unsought leadership.

"I take it you never stepped foot in hell, until now."

[origami-is-life]

[I assumed, especially since I mod in bracketed purple. I wasn’t gonna kill her, thankfully, just…give her the fright of her life- :3

BUT NOW IT’S LORE TIME!]

Kit slowly…slowly brings herself back together…

If Origami hadn’t left, a catastrophe could’ve happened.

”A CATASTROPHE?! IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE CALLING IT?”

…Oh, frick, it’s her.

Standing where Origami was is someone who looks a lot like if Kit got mutated by Chuthulu. Like, geez, chill with the murder claws. She sits down and crosses her arms.

Meet the odd fox.

“We have ONE JOB, and last I checked, I wasn’t the one failing it.”

“…Please don’t do this again-“

“You’re lucky I didn’t lobotomize you already.”

“Ha, or real unlucky, depending on how you see it. Must you be such a card-carrying villain?”

“…I’m doing what’s best for everyone.”

“You’re a monster.”

“We’re a monster, Kitsune.”

*origami is somewhere else.*

[oflethe]

what's cookin' good lookin'?

[pcrestheart]

"No, not Wayne. It's 'Gwaine' with a G" here he was, nearly 30 and still explaining his name to people /// & OPEN

[oldboyjensrps]

👐

The Messenger took a startled half step back when Pauling embraced her, but she settled into the hug once the shock had passed. Tentatively, she wrapped Pauling in her arms and held her, rocking slightly side to side. If Pauling was initiating a hug, she assumed something was up. Or obnoxious. Or frustrating. Having a schedule only slightly less crazy than P’s, she knew how shit could get. And it wasn’t like anyone else they worked with was exactly...handing out hugs. Except Scout in P’s case but like, that was it’s own thing tm. 

“Anything you need to talk about?”

[ask-the-harlem-newsies]

*she quietly sighs then leans in closer to the mirror holding her freckled cheeks, continuing to frown* ~Signa Mae

Doc: *he stands up, moves her hands away and kisses her cheeks, peppering them like hes trying to kiss each freckle* Stunning, love. You’re made out of stars, and theres almost nothing more stunning than the night sky.

[shukuchiisms]

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