❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞
Hey I’m Grump | Closed | @imsorryitsallmyfault
“ Now I ain’t gonna shut the $%^& up just b’cause ya said that. ”

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❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞
Hey I’m Grump | Closed | @imsorryitsallmyfault
“ Now I ain’t gonna shut the $%^& up just b’cause ya said that. ”
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He paused for a moment, letting her stop to catch her breath. She was really terribly fragile, if he was perfectly honest. If he was anyone else, perhaps he would’ve been worried, but he saw her timer. He knew she had time yet.
“You’re quite curious how Death works for someone who’s still alive,” he chuckled, pulling his hands from the suit of his pockets as a nurse walked by him, so close to brushing the unseen man’s shoulder. “I promise it’s not as fascinating as you might think it is.”
But, she’d asked the question.
“Well,” He said, adjusting the buttons on his suit coat. “Generally, I come five minutes before their time is about to be up. I reveal myself a few moments before. When they’re done, I collect them. Then, they can choose to either remain in the ethereal plane, or come with me to the afterlife.” He shrugged. “It happens every day. Nothing fantastic...”
@imsorryitsallmyfault from here
Paranoia. He was quite familiar with it. Not because he was guilty, per se... But simply because it was what he had grown to learn as the norm. Everyone was a potential enemy. Everyone.
“And what do you know of guilt?”
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And look at him go, cartoon shoes tapping out a dance routine even though the shoes in question weren’t tap shoes, and the floor not typically something conventional for a tap dance, but-- -- toon logic. He gives it his all, putting the same effort in the performance for this little bunch of kids the cartoon demon was no taller than as he would for any other on-screen show, until he finishes at last with a flourish.
“ Aaaaand, TA-DAAA! ”
“Another day, another existential nightmare.”
Avi’s funny sometimes | Closed | @imsorryitsallmyfault
“ That sure is one way to live, I guess. ”
He shrugs, leans back in his chair like he hasn’t got a CARE in the entire world. Leo hums, turns his head towards Kanaya to see what exactly she’s doing.
“ Another day, another nuisance to society. Yeah? ”
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“It ain’t terrible, truly,” he said, sighing as he shook another handful of sand and mud to no avail. No ring to be found. He clicked his tongue in frustration, looking down the river, wondering if he was in the wrong section of water.
He looked up again at the second question. “Well... A lovely young woman is hauntin’ her husband. She died somewhere roun’ here and lost her ring when she fell into the river and feels so bad about it, she won’t move on. I’m hopin to put her spirit to rest once I’ve found it. But, ah... findin’ is turnin out to be harder ‘n I thought.”
He stuck both hands into the mud and sand, taking a breath. He tried to tap into the elements, seeing if he could summon the ring from where it was resting. He felt something resounding, like a tuning fork, a few feet over, but for some reason would not rise. It didn’t matter. He moved over those few feet and started the process again.
“It’s tedious, but it sho beats fightin’ an angry spirit by a mile.”
"You ever regret that deal of yours?" - Aidan
Aidan looks up from the river, his pant legs rolled up and his shirt sleeves pushed back to his elbows. He’d left his top hat and jacket hanging from a tree branch just a few feet back from the shore. “...My deal?” He looks back down to the water.
“...Nah, I don’t think so. I mean... sure there’s things about it I don’t like.” He stuck his hands back into the sand, sifting through it for the rocks and lost items. “For instance... searching for a dead man’s wedding ring in the muddiest river I ever done seen... ain’t exactly my picture of fun, but. Helpin’ folks. Puttin’ people to rest, helpin’ em find peace--them and they families! Shit, I’d be a damn fool to give that up. Plus, I like the magic too much to stop.”
“I don’t usually do anything for Halloween. Do you?”
{ @imsorryitsallmyfault } || Halloween/Autumn starters – status; accepting
♔—- “Oh, um… Well, no, not really. At least not recently. The last few years, I’ve taken to staying home. Sometimes trick-or-treaters will pass by and I’ll hand out candy to the kids who come up, but other than that? Nothing as of late.”
Which, in truth, really didn’t sit well with Loki. Halloween was like a trickster’s playground and he so often found himself drawn to Midgard during the Autumn festivities because it more or less gave him a free pass to do whatever he liked. The night became a symbol of pretending to be something you’re not, of pranks, of chaos, and of genuinely having a good time. More or less, everything that Loki loved about life and chose to focus his energy on. How could someone who waltzed around with the title of the God of Mischief not love the Midgardian holiday?
But since his banishment, things were different. He didn’t have free access to his magic and his adopted father had eyes on him almost always. Odin’s curse came with a condition… It would only be lifted once Loki had proven himself worthy of its removal. Not entirely unlike the conditions, he put on Thor when he cast the thunderer out of Asgard and stripped him of his immortality.
Somehow, Loki thought this punishment far worse than Thor’s. Thor might have been mortal, but Loki? He lived in constant agony with little to no relief from it. Barbaric, truly…
Nothing would make him feel better quite like a night out on Halloween, but who knew how Odin would interpret his harmless fun? How far a few innocent pranks and scares would set him back from his goal? So, he stayed in. Probably for the best, really. That amount of energy spend in misbehaving would do him no good in terms of pain management.
“What keeps you from going out and having a good time?”