#catofkismet

[hosttrick]

@catofkismet said: ✦

Sissel: Have you decided what you want for Christmas? Yomiel: I wanna decide who lives and who dies.

[Sissel and Yomiel are sitting at the docks. Yomiel is throwing rocks into the water.] Sissel: It’s a beautiful evening out here. Yomiel, whispering: take that you fucking ocean

Sissel: (reaches for a bag of chips Yomiel is holding) Yomiel: (smacks his paw away) No! Sissel: Hey— you need to learn how to share! Sharing is caring! Yomiel: Well, I don’t care.

[crossed--fates]

@catofkismet​ continued

Yomiel lets out a tired sigh as he picks the kitten up in his arms.

“I’m feeling like a piece of shit again.” He was direct with Sissel; there’s no need to hide things from his cat. 

 “It... It all started this Christmas, at Jowd’s party. I didn’t tell you then because I didn’t want to worry you when everyone should be happy celebrating but....” Sigh, and his voice is cracking already. 

“C-Cabanela... It started with him... again.” He makes a pause as he tries to swallow a lump on his throat, struggling to keep his emotions under control, but he knows it won’t work out for long. “He said some things... It just made me think about... N-Normally I shouldn’t care less what he thinks, what he says of me, but... That conversation we had... It hurt me. It hurt me because I’m afraid he may be right.” 

 He can’t stop the tears from coming anymore, and they’re already running down his cheeks as he speaks. 

 “Sissel... Be honest with me. Do you think I’m a coward? I’m keeping the truth from Sissel because I know this... this wouldn’t be good for us. Wouldn’t be good for her. Knowing what I did would hurt her so much and... I don’t want her suffering like I am. If... If I knew she was strong enough to deal with this... If I knew she could deal with the truth, I would have told her already. But... I... I don’t want her to suffer this, I want to get her involved in this mess, I just...” He sobs as he buried his face in the cat’s black fur. “I just want us to be happy! Like it should have been! Why is this so difficult?”

[lonelytemsikghost]

“I miss being able to feel things.”

“I’m sorry, Sissel… I wish it didn’t have to be you…”

Yomiel offers a sad yet sympathetic smile. 

“I know what you’re going through, buddy… And it’s hard. Sometimes it feels terrible. But in those ten long years, your presence always helped to ease the pain. I hate that you have the burden of having that cursed rock in your body, but I’m glad you have a family now. One that’ll take care of you and love you.” 

“I’ll always be here for you, Sissel… So if you ever need some company or help- or anything… I’ll be here if you need me.”

[ghostlymissile]

@catofkismet wanted a doggo!

Missile was still trying to adjust to his powers again. Though several things about this were entirely new, namely the fact that he couldn’t feel things like the wind in his fur or the grass under his paws... Now he began to understand how Yomiel’s mind spiraled into insanity.

Upon seeing a familiar black cat, Missile let out a series of barks to try and get his attention. Sissel was the closest he had to a sort of guide to the “game of the dead”.

[itsgottabethebutz]

@catofkismet @detective-sharknado (( @acutelyrelated ))

After a very long, difficult night, it’s not hard to imagine that Larry Butz and Daryan Crescend would be utterly exhausted. Traveling into the Ghost World alongside a supernatural cat and preventing a murder was near-impossible, both in theory and in practice: no wonder that they’re still asleep at this hour, around ten o’clock the next morning.

Larry shifts a bit in his sleep and his arm drops off the side of the bed, waking him with a start. As he looks around groggily, the feeling that something important has to happen today fills his brain. So why can’t he put a finger on what it is? Maybe Daryan would know—

Daryan!

He rolls himself out of bed and limps to the couch as quickly as he can. Daryan! How could he have forgotten? He finds his friend lying still on the couch, his jacket discarded somewhere. The orange idiot takes Daryan’s wrist and feels for a pulse. The ghastly image of the corpse in the alley fills his imagination, and Larry can’t help but bend down just to listen to his friend’s breathing. Sure and steady is the rise and fall of his friend’s chest; Larry sits back on his heels in relief, still holding Daryan’s wrist.

Whew. What a night...

[fourminutesbefore]

catofkismet replied to your post: “I really took my pulse for granted, eh?…”:

Don't we all?

“We never really notice how it feels in our chest until it’s gone. Everything’s quieter without it.”

[thelastedgefey]

"C'mon guys, you're almost there..." 

[hosttrick]

catofkismet replied to your post: A different look today.

It’s a rare thing to see you with your hair down but it suits you.

“You think? ... I don’t normally do this because then I wanna chop it all off, but...”