#fatherofthedead

[erratic-onslaught]

✎ cassius? c:

Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.

(Not accepting anymore!)

Hey I love this man I love him? I love him.

heppy man <:

[dreaded-omen]

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“...Keane. Keep your distance a moment.”

“From what- who- where-!?”

“Hush. Can you not feel that? The taste of death? The loom of dark magics? I’m shocked you’re not already quivering in fear.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m pretty sure it’s just that old man. Usually gives the same vibes; ‘cept the one smells more like stale candy.”

“....You’re serious.”

“Yeah. Death likes old people. Same hat.”

“Just- stop talking. I’ll deal with-”

“Hello, old man!”

Keane waves politely at Cassius with an ignorant expression plastered across his face. Omen, by contrast, groans in light of his companion’s ineptitude.

[erratic-onslaught]

⭐️ !!!!

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Every time Hale happens across the old sir's home, he's immediately enamored by the sheer amount of flowers -- amount of color -- all in one place and nigh always stops to examine them before ever reaching Cassius' home itself.

Sometimes Cass calls to him from his window or patio to wave him closer and say hello, sometimes he comes out and joins Hale to see what flower caught his attention today, and sometimes he takes advantage of the distraction to whip up a sweet treat for the surprise guest.

[erratic-onslaught]

💖

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

A bright smile pulls across his face, immediately knowing his answer this time.

"LAUGH." he beams. The old man always had such a mirthful but soft laugh! It was very cute!

[dreaded-omen]

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[aspiring-immortal]

"For you, a book detailing the history of necromancy, along with some step-by-step guides on summoning the perfect apparition or body!"

“Ahh!!” Altz squealed.

“This is great!” He then hugged Cassius.

[aspiring-immortal]

"For your treat, red velvet cupcakes with little skulls piped on top of the cream cheese frosting!"

Altzmyr looked so happy recieving treats. He smiled basfully.

“Hey, uhm do you like pie?”

His mouth went for a candy skull.

[dalamusrex]

"For your treat, an ash yam pie!"

“Oh?” The vampire hesitates slightly, though only because he was unused to being handed food. He took it, nonetheless, and marveled. It had been years, decades, since he had seen or smelled an ash yam pie.

Though confused as to what had earned him this stranger’s generosity, Dalamus did not let it go to waste. “Thank you, Sera. It looks delicious, and I am certain it will taste just the same.” He even offered a smile.