@gallowsghost replied:
the words going through shiwo's head @ ez before they got soft lovey hjgkg
Shiro was like
she either dies and furthers my research or she lives and I’ll make her my girlfriend, there’s no downsides

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@gallowsghost replied:
the words going through shiwo's head @ ez before they got soft lovey hjgkg
Shiro was like
she either dies and furthers my research or she lives and I’ll make her my girlfriend, there’s no downsides
Gimme the complex topics dhfhv bc my characters are fuckey too , people are just cowards and you are required cinnamons rolls to be valid anywhere uwu
I’d rather not be valid because I don’t need simps sdhgs
From behind, she might have looked like someone familiar to Ezme. Her white locks pooled up in the hood of her cloak, the length of which concealed her features. Perhaps it wasn’t obvious what she was doing crouched at the base of a tree, but she was tending to an injured dove - or at least, trying to. / @gallowsghost
@gallowsghost said: Send me 📻 for a starter of my character screaming/shouting angrily [ S c r em]
↳ Most days, he was annoyingly calm and calculated, both in speech and mannerisms. The kind of calm that provoked anyone in his proximity into wanting to throw a punch. A constant taunting aura surrounded him.
But that day wasn’t the one. He just so happened to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed only to then be greeted by a disastrous sight as soon as he stepped foot outside. Someone keyed the entire left wing of his car and left a visible scratching line where the paint should have been up to the rearview mirror. Needless to say, the typically quiet detective grabbed onto his head with both hands and began shouting profanities in foreign language towards whoever was around to hear them. He hated that town and everyone in it, and yet they were the ones that paid his bills.
❝Vaffanculo! Ti ammazzo, figlio di puttana!❞, he cried out, pacing back and forth and around the other side to assess the damages. He lost his insurance the last time Fang ruined a large part of its roof...among other things. All he had now, besides chipped paint and a newly found misanthropy, was complaining.
@gallowsghost said: "How good do you think you are with your fingers? Or how good would you say you are with your mouth? You know-" [👀👀]
@gallowsghost said: "IGNORE THAT WRONG MAIL-" she's scrambling for it back
He didn’t even get to finish reading the first question before the slip of paper got swiped out of his hands. With a confused couple of blinks, he stared at Ezme and squinted at her with skepticism plastered all over his face.
❝...Whatcha got there?❞, he asked and leaned over to the side to try to peek at the note she was holding.
@gallowsghost has been condemned
The Count stood with his back to the stranger, looking over his shoulder as they approached. “...Can I help you?” He sensed something... Vaguely malicious from this newcomer; if need be, he was prepared to fight.
@gallowsghost { Here }
The difference between a butcher and an executioner? There was much to differentiate from both of them, and the executioner could not help but become even more curious about this witch doctor. He was sure that she, too, had weapons she preferred to choose from when it came to the aid of another's health. What they truly were, however, were unknown to him.
She did not seem to wince or stare upon him in disbelief. A step forward, so far. Perhaps it is time, for now, to loosen the hold of the leash he had purposefully kept wrapped around them both. A fair judgement on her part, as well as his to her own.
Oh, how many sins has she committed? He didn't know, but he could feel it. The sins that tainted her poor soul.
“I am curious to know what kind of assortments you have grown to use. Perhaps... if you have used some of the same array of weapons I have knowledge in using, I can even aid you in perfecting such clean and fine cuts of accuracy.”
Accuracy and precision were everything. Without them, it made for a very sloppy and poor executioner.
"I don’t do it for the enjoyment of taking souls, but to release them into heaven so that way they may be without pain. That is why my profession in weaponry changed. From the sword of justice, to the inevitable Guillotine. Not one executioner could match the skill of my own hands, which is what led me to becoming...”
One of the most famous executioners in history.
“An efficient royal executioner. From the depths of hell, to the heights of heaven, I have grown proud in releasing the soul into the afterlife and to cut their sins clean from their body.”
Yet, that still didn’t help the prejudice against executioners and citizens. Despite being widely praised, there was still a divide he was all too aware of.
I’m glad uvu sorry I’m late- fucc but I’m slow too\\
& i answered this slow again lol it’s cool idm slow replies or whutevah