#marcachganceann

[bxruchthechxsen]

📱 (Baruch has the power)

[Draft]: do you still have no head

[Draft]: would replacing your head with a sheeps head work or no?

[Draft]: would replacing your head with MY head work or no

[Draft]: how do you eat

[Text][Sent]: Hey! I am going to build a snowman you should come and build one too!

[liliththefirst]

Bad End - Lilith (if it's not too late)

Lilith, at absolute worst, would be pretty much like every other demon. Evil, and unapologetic about it.

They’d use everyone to their advantage somehow, and if they couldn’t be of use they’d drop them immediately.

[mintteaandmemory]

📱 (lol lets just say this is a thing)

[Drafts:]

What kind of tea do you like?

Thank you for the rabbit photos!

Thank you for taking me back home when I was turned into

I’ve been thinking about that memory I got when I touched that memory stone, and I think it might’ve been a memory from your hea

I wish I could help you find your head, but I’m afraid of what would happen after that

[Text Sent:]

Hello! I’m so glad to have your number now. Thank you so much for all your help! :D

[mannerlycannibal]

memory stone

Bjorn doesn’t seem to be too bothered with sharing this one, and it’s a deep, visceral pink, akin to spilled intestines. “I think you’ll like that one, Marcach.”

It’s...

It’s when he and Marcach first met, the dullahan excitedly writing things down on a notepad, looking so happy to get a look at Bjorn’s paw pads, practically vibrating in place.

There’s an overwhelming sense of amusement and calm regarding Marcach, a sort of “who is this?” paired with “I don’t know, but I like him.”

It’s overall very nice and sedate, a juxtaposition to his usual anger.

[liliththefirst]

marcachganceann replied to your post “memory stone”

[After the memory fades, Marcach carefully hands the stone back to Lilith.] Who is Anthony?

“Someone I cared for quite a lot.” [He took it and slid it back into his own pocket.]

[liliththefirst]

memory stone

“Be very careful with it... Please.”

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“Haha, Lord Sheffield, how silly of you to say that.”

“No! It’s, you! Isn’t it?” The excited young man pointed at her.

Lilith grit her teeth. There should be no way he’d be able to tell.

“Liliy! It is you! No one else would look at me that way!” He wrapped his arms around her. “How have you been, my friend!”

“No. Not Friends.” She pushed him off. “Anthony. We. Are. Not. Friends.”

“Hm.” He clasped his arms behind his back and looked innocent. “Well... I could tell everyone that there’s a demon in the castle and inform everyone to not sign anything given to them....”

She narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Anthony fixed his fine brown hair and grinned.

“You’re terrible.”

“And we’re going to be the best of friends, Lily!”

“Don’t call me that.”

[mintteaandmemory]

Truths set in Stone

marcachganceann replied to your post “memory stone!”

[Marcach holds the stone up to the light, confusion twisting in his gut. He's never felt anything like this before - something akin to fondness and fear for a child. Marc immediately feels a sense of not-quite-fear toward the man in the vision and makes a mental note to keep an eye out for him in the future. He hands the stone over to Brenda hastily.] You have a child?

[Brenda took the stone. She smiled at the headless horseman when she realized why his question came about. This was one of those strange stones that could show memories, weren’t they?]

“Yes! His name is Luke! He’s... he’ll always be my little boy, but he’s a teenager now.”

[And she barely got to see him since he avoided leaving his room...]

“Maybe someday you’ll get to meet him.”

[mintteaandmemory]

memory stone!

[The small red stone felt warm to the touch when Marcach closed his hand around it.]

“I feel fine--” she said, to the sharply-dressed man. Her husband.

“I thought you were dying!” he yelled, but his frustration wasn’t directed at her. “You had a fever for the last six hours! And in your condition--”

Clark reached to touch her swelling belly. No matter how often he tried to feel for ‘kicking’, Brenda never felt entirely comfortable when he touched her. She gently pushed his hand away.

“I’m fine-- we’re both fine. We’ll just need to rest up but-- I don’t think I need complete bedrest. I really think that there’s no harm in going to the library for a few books.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you get off this bed!” her husband declared with determination. Brenda only felt mildly annoyed at him for being so darn nosy when he didn’t seem to care all that much before.