#dogbcy

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@dogbcy

          laid out on a bed--not HIS bed--not that anything in the circus was ever Icarus’ to begin with, but he feels ENTITLED to it  ( he feels entitled to the world, entitled to his lover, entitled to claim what is truly his, but it’s difficult to claim what is sentient ). his eyes look up at the man-- the    S T  R O N G   man --and he just purrs softly as he leaves his scent on the sheets. 

                    ❝ quel un GRAND homme~ ❞

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      Coffins, the final resting place for some, and outrageously expensive for others. Wouldn’t it just be easier to have a cremation? Put the ashes in a jar, set them on a mantle piece, suddenly there’s a conversation starter. ‘Fox, where ever did you get that lovely jar?’ ‘Oh, that? It’s my sister’s, well, it’s her urn’. Then again, perhaps cremation wasn’t the route to take. 

      Death wasn’t always this taxing, nor expensive, was it? Couldn’t she just bury the body in the ground, six feet down, call it good? She could feel her sister rolling in her grave -- the grave she had yet to be place in. Perhaps this was one of the situations one had to ask for help with, a task she wasn’t too keen on, but did anyway. Speaking dubiously to the only other person she’d seen when she came in. 

      “Excuse me, do you happen to work here?”       

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[kissofmistletoe]

dogbcy replied to your post:.

ye shadow is definitely different. you could always do a pre-baldr? it’s said that shadow’s existed many times before so you could do it after or before shadow moon?

((idk i like the idea of continuing where the book leaves off, how Shadow copes with what's going on, getting his name back maybe, idk idkkkkk it's just also a cool little change while staying close to my character))

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@dogbcy

             a mindless night walk turned into the creature following his nose instead of his mind. there was a scent he couldn’t shake off, the overwhelming STENCH of an immortal. but this was no average immortal, he could feel it. the evil spirit within him stirring up a frenzy. ( IT’S A GOD ! GOD ! GOD ! ) his person brings him to the cemetery, where his eyes scan the darkness surrounding him. perk of being a wendigo : you could see in the dark with ease. and once he spots the man, he freezes like a deer in the headlights. he was larger than he was. this wouldn’t do. geist releases an annoyed sigh, cracking his knuckles before IT begins. his knees wobble as the bones break apart for inhuman extension. his legs elongate, seemingly becoming bonier. decides the process must go for his arms too, or he’d look uneven.

[kissofmistletoe]

gotta hang those pet-shaming signs on their necks lbr. "i ate his heart" "and i watched while he ate it" instead of "i ate his poop" "and i watched while he ate it" u see around LMAO

(OH MY GOD

God-shaming)