#baphometed

[cosmicdreamt]

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it Honey, don't feed it, it will come back

// @baphometed

[dandybarista]

❝ Tread carefully. The witch is not friendly, and he doesn’t take kindly to strangers -- especially strangers that resemble me. ❞ Spoken while blithely drawing on his vape.

[simiasung-a]

live streli reaction

[abstractreign]

@baphometed →

" angels vore each other, right? "

He nearly chokes on his drink. "A- According to what source?" He wouldn't doubt it now that the idea's crossed his mind, but—

"Wait. Hold on. Who are you and how do you know about Angels?"

[the-composer]

❝ Oh, are we finally talking about your lesbian haircut? ❞ 🔮

❝ Give my your phone. I am texting your girlfriend and telling her you think her taste is garbage. Also, I am now dating your girlfriend. ❞

[sho-cah-toa]

❝  might as well come out already. you aren't very good at hiding.  ❞  / @baphometed​

That figures. Sho had his skillset, but he was about as subtle as a firework in a china cabinet. He stepped out of the shadow of a nearby alleyway, into full view, and raised his hands into the air slowly. If what he had heard about the kid was true, he didn’t want to make any sudden moves, and he definitely didn’t want to challenge his authority.

“I just want to see him.” It had been so long since he had even heard anything about Mr. Hanekoma, and now that it seemed that he was back, what he had heard was far from good news. Part of it was curiosity, sure -- he wanted to see what they were capable of, what they could do to someone like him, how steep a hill he’d have to climb if he really went through with this -- but mostly he just wanted to know that he was going to be okay.

[dandybarista-archive]

@baphometed​  ┊ He crept quietly across the room to Eanas's room, holding the door frame as he anxiously looked around. His memory was hazy and there were only glimpses of memory where he knew he was here for an extended period. He could feel he was contracted as well; a veil of protection over him, but that didn't shake the fact he was still unfamiliar with this place but what he DID know was his familiar. Elliot whispers across the room, with a pleading tone; " Clover... Clover please wake up... " 

Through the fog of sleep he heard a voice calling to him; it wasn’t his twin’s low rumble, Joshua’s aggravatingly persistent purr, or Abel’s urgent or bossy command. No, this voice he hadn’t heard in a very long while. He’s instantly alert once he realizes who it is, sitting bolt upright and staring fixedly at the witch in the doorway. 

“...are you alright?” He recognized the confusion on his face and knew something had indeed happened, and something was very different. He patted his lap, inviting him over, suppressing his own apprehension and bracing himself for the answer:

“Tell me what’s wrong.”