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[askthestarvedghost]

Dagger ❧

Dagger ❧ - A secret

“W-well, when I was little my family was pretty poor. My little sister wanted this teddy bear she saw at a store really badly, but we didn’t have enough money to buy it for her. So I ended up stealing it… when I gave it to her, she was so happy. I still feel really bad stealing, but the smile on her face was worth it I think.”

[wendyandabigail]

[nervous whisper] tiny ghost child fuse with tall lantern man? `v`;; ))

cyabby? abyrus?? SHRUGS.

[bedraggledmischief-archive-blog]

luxveritass

It wasn’t often that Kiffles found herself in a forest that was not her own. She’d accidentally tumbled down a hole in Lilemunde, and...been spat out by a rather unsavory, fanged wormhole. She would’ve known if it had connected to the same forest as her own. This one wasn’t nearly as vivid. The trees were bristly. The air smelled sour and heavy. Something felt as though it lurked, just beyond the canopy. Creeping. Watching.

The darker it grew, the more lost she felt as she pressed on, keeping an eye peeled for any form of life, of civilization. It was off-putting, and she may or may not have been growing just the slightest bit fearful.

Yet, just as the sky was dimming to the mute colors of dusk, something beyond the trees caught her eye. A light? Light was better than dark. With renewed hope, the socktroll bounded off toward it. It had to be a better option than feeling like she was being watched.

“H-Hello? Is someone out there?”

[maskedbydarkness-blog]

luxveritass has been encountered

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     With a cloak blacker than night brushing the ground beneath her feet as she traveled,      the Masked Lady was no stranger to the different worlds that all lingered somewhere      outside the patch of Limbo she called home. They all fell under one name, however:      the Waking World. For whatever world it was, creatures ran amok in their conscious      state, human or not.

     This world, however, had been lingering far too close to her home to be comfortable.      There seemed to be some sort of haze surrounding it, one that barred her from getting      any information about it from afar, so she took it upon herself to visit it.

     The only creatures she had currently seen were rabbits and a herd of a sort of buffalo,       but it wasn’t long before she spotted a sort of humanoid figure in the distance, stopping      in her tracks to silently watch them from afar.

     And with night soon falling, everything but her mask would soon blend in with her      surroundings with ease. Perfect for hiding until she wanted to approach the strange      character.

[hopelessandstarving]

Into the Light || w/luxveritass

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Sitting next to a tombstone in a cloud of fireflies, Wyvern didn’t know what to do with herself. Her torch sat abandoned on the ground, the light having gone out. For now, the fireflies were the only things keeping her from being at the night monster’s mercy. 

Her ears were keen. She listened as someone approached from the left, but held a hand out to them to halt them. “Be very still.” she said softly. “You’ll disturb the fireflies.”

[silent-survivor]

luxveritass

There’s something to be said for someone who readily accepts the fact that they’re staring at someone with a lantern for a head. At least, Wes is pretty sure that’s what he’s seeing. And, for the record, he’s not one of those people. He’s not the most skeptical person, but there’s a line to be drawn somewhere -- the mime has probably drawn this line repeatedly, and over time, it just keeps going further and further and further --

But this definitely can’t be right. This isn’t just a thing that happens. He’ll take tangible shadows, and he’ll take animals that can talk, but this is... he doesn’t know what this is, but it can’t be real!

This would be a fool-proof theory if... if he could just figure out what was going on. He’d smacked straight into the guy, he’d been so focused on watching his feet while he walked, and when he’d looked up to start bubbling over with wordless apologies, he stopped dead in his tracks. Because something was off. As in, they were missing a face. And also a head. Well. Sort of. 

Not right.

Wes jumped to one of two conclusions, in order -- A), that this particular person was holding a lantern up to their face and was simply hiding behind it, which was disproved when he rounded them and found that there was no back-of-their-head to be found, or B), he’d messed with one too many shadows. Except he didn’t have a headache, nor did he feel tired, and there was nothing flickering at the peripherals of his vision. What, then, is this?

The mime finds himself simply staring up at the other, eyes wide. He’s really against staring; it’s not polite, but... honestly. Can they even see that he’s staring?? Are they even alive? Who knows. Not him -- he’s going to keep staring.

[wendyandabigail]

⋆ - if you would so kindly, please! ))

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[messiah-oflight-blog]

-Luxveritass has come across the messiah

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     - A squint up at the taller male, Niko’s eyes glancing back and forth      between their head and the lightbulb in his hands that gleamed as      bright as ever. This went on for a few minutes, as one would expect      from the inquisitive- and rather confused- child.

     “Mister, your head is like my lightbulb! How’d you get it like that?”