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@lunareficio

#Oh this is a great aesthetic you have #Very cotton candy queen of you.

thamk u v v much!!! i do my best 2 be as sweet&sweeter w/o leaning toooooooooo far into eyesearing & i like 2 think im a pro at this point

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[heavensrot]

The End of an E(z)ra

Plants had feelings too, and that was something the angel had been neglecting for a week or so. Since he’d turned into a half-fish, even since he’d moved - there was a large plant in the bathtub of the defunct bathroom in the townhouse that still needed love and attention. It was his favorite, and he just hadn’t been able to figure out how to finagle it out of the room without needing to trim it.

So here he was, feeling guilty, heading to the new exotic plant shop in Detroit to treat it to something nice to hopefully make amends. Having never been there before, it was easier to open a portal nearby the townhouse and walk to the address to learn the lay of the land so he could get here easier next time should the store be up to his standards.

Which meant walking. Sigh.

This particular street, however, generally had him on guard. It was here that, almost two years ago now, he’d been accosted by a few of the more… emphatic church-goers - the kind that touted signs about one thing or another, relating to homosexuality as a sin or casting demons from their wake. The pair had thrown holy water at him, giving him a few days of down time: as one might expect, it was quite comparable to poison for the fallen angel, and he’d taken ill. It was also the reason why he was completely blind in his right eye, which was, understandably, a sore spot. While there were no bodies outside on this particular evening, he wasn’t able to shake the dread that had snuck up on him, gripping his shoulders and hastening his steps.

Pace quickened. It was a few blocks later that he made it to the store in question, and he had to marvel at all the exotic foliage they had on display - as well as the astounding array of foods and planters available. He needed to stop himself before he bought one of everything, electing to enlist his self control and instead only purchase a bag of expensive plant food. Which he then lugged five whole blocks back to the townhouse, texting Jingle along the way.

No response. Typical. He sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket, deciding on the way that the best course of action would be to break in through the bathroom window the plant was in. Mainly because the front door tended to stick, and he didn’t want to wake him up if he indeed was sleeping.

It took some creative finagling, hoisting the bag up through the window before himself to plop onto the floor after jimmying open the lock, but he made it into the room with minimal problems after that.

He slipped into his old room after putting down the bag, removing his ring, collar, and necklace. He figured while he was here he could re-enchant them with the magical goodies he kept here just in case, and he really didn’t want to lose his ring in the dirt of the pot if he ended up having to loosen the soil up for any reason. But he wouldn’t let himself get distracted - plant first, enchantments later. The accoutrements were left on his old dresser, and he headed back into the defunct bathroom quietly.

Plant was sung to, trimmed, and generally pampered. Cath apologized for neglecting it for so long, explaining all the things that had happened since the last time they’d seen each other. It seemed to be appeased, even moreso when he watered it with the expensive food mixture, and the angel was pleased.

Mid-way during a one-sided conversation with the plant, he thought to check the time. Oh, shit. It’d been a few hours. He really needed to be heading home. He fired off a quick text to Kay, telling him he’d be along and home soon so they could play something or chill or whatever they decided to do that afternoon.

Instinctively he reached for his wallet, aiming to leave one of the cards he kept with him that said ‘hey king nice cock’ somewhere Jingle could see it the next time he used the bathroom.

When he couldn’t find it in his back pocket, he groaned loudly.

He searched everywhere in the bathroom. Under the sink, in the bathtub, even in the dirt of the plant. He knew it wouldn’t be there, but stranger things had happened, and his wallet seemed to have a tendency to wander. When ten minutes of searching turned up nothing, he realized he probably had left it at the plant store.

Well. Son of a bitch.

Climbing back out the bathroom window, he set the music on his phone again, trying to make his way quickly back to the plant store. It wouldn’t be so bad, actually. He’d offered to get some exotic plant food for a friend of his, and he hadn’t even looked when he was there the first time. He hadn’t found out what types of plants Scar had, but maybe a general type of food like he’d gotten would be fine.

Walking past that damned church again did not serve to make him feel any better about the situation, and his stomach flipped uneasily. He figured a quicker-paced song might make him walk faster, so he pulled his phone out of his pocket to change the music.

It was difficult for him to divide his attention sometimes, and over the music being louder with his phone being closer to his face he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching in the grass. Before he had any idea what was happening there were multiple pairs of hands grabbing him, phone tumbling into the dewy grass as the angel was hauled away.

He fought. He kicked and he yelled. But there were too many hands - pulling him, shoving him, covering his face and mouth. Alongside his heart hammering in his ears he could hear some kind of weird chanting. It sounded like prayer, but the voices saying these things and doing these things seemed anything but holy. Good people didn’t do things like this. Even in the face of the unknown. This was fear, raw and frightening. Though if they’d taken thirty seconds of their time to have a conversation with him, they might actually realize he wasn’t anything to fear. 

Pulled into the church, he was dragged down a set of stairs into the lower basement, struggling and shouting the whole way down.

It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t painless. But the otherworldly echoes of his cries of terror would haunt that building for decades to come - their ‘prize’ for finally excising the evil that dared to walk their streets unpunished.

[agreste-image]

@lunareficio

Hey, thanks for following me! My name’s Adrien, pleasure to meet you.

[cutemoniic]

lunareficio replied to your post: I don’t wanna talk about a lot of things, but if...

Give me an odd sweets fact.

Life savers, the hard round donut-shaped candy, got their round shape thanks to their creator, Clarence Crane, visiting a pharmacy! When he saw a machine that was making round and flat pills, the inspiration struck him, and this is why we have those hard round tiny donut-y candy!

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Gift commission from @heavensrot for @lunareficio ! Thank you so much for commissioning me! the voluminous hair was fun.

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[thegodofdecay]

#Are you a twink?#Is this what a twink looks like?#You have very nice facial structure.#And cool eyes. @lunareficio

I’m a twink but I’m like... an old man twink. Is there a word for that? 

[psychopomposo]

What the fuck is in the pot?

Jingle watched the fae queen with a piqued interest, and also with a somewhat disgusted expression at the contents that were tossed into the cauldron.  He was having a mental conversation with himself about how he was going to cope with probably drinking whatever poison she just brewed up. Though, that mental conversation was tossed out the window with all of the water being released from the cauldron and steaming up his glasses. He was silent for the most part while he wiped off his glasses and considered what in the actual God Damn Edea was doing.

He watched her pace around the pot, studying it with that curious candle of hers, then perked up at the possibility of getting Cath back- that is before he felt her gaze fall upon him with suspicion. He didn’t shrink but he narrowed his eyes right back at her, what about him was so interesting? He was just a guy. A guy constantly surrounded by the fates of folks young and old from any walk of life; it made him very hard to read as to someone who also could sense the presence of spirits couldn’t pick out which soul could possibly be his.

Even though he considered her untrustworthy, he followed her as silent as the wind, his hand still entangled with Kay’s tightly to comfort him and himself in the same act. He observed the surroundings with a surmounting amount of respect, Autumn was his favorite season after all. Be it because he could spend time with some of the spirits he had grown fond of or because he just loved the sense of magic and horror. He intended to inquire how they were going to steal some of Winter’s power but was cut short by the interest of what she was digging up. He was hoping to God that it wasn’t going to be a dead animal and she was going to fling it at them for laughs. The fae could be cruel sometimes, he had no idea what to expect!

Jingle stared at the box and stared dead on at Edea, “I’m willing to give whatever I can, but if there’s a dead cat in that box I think I might puke on your shoes.” He gave a wide shit eating grin, though his tone was serious. His smile quickly fell however as he looked back down at the box, his expression falling soft as he snaked his arm around Kay’s waist now, hugging him close. “I just want him back, in all seriousness I’ll do what I can but if you, and I mean YOU yourself and not the consequences of our actions put us in any danger I’ll also do whatever in my power to fuck your shit.” He pointed an accusing look at her, he always wanted to make sure any strings attached to the fabric of a deal were clear. The stitching of a deal was always shitty and visible, but that was important as any hidden threads could hide hidden threats.

[benignbaste]

lunareficio replied to your post: “Very busy day today. I will be around later for those that need me.)”:

Have a good day, I hope things run smoothly for you.

Thank you.) I want to catch up with you soon, see how things are going for you with new shop.