#necrowmancing

[sweetestthiefforhire]

necrowmancing replied to your post:A sharp cry tore from the eight year old’s throat...

{{ oH NO gaius bby aaa ; A ; your writing is good tho even if it ripped out my heart }}

//aahh gosh thank you ;u; <3 also i'm so sorry i just. had to. yes. :'3c

feroxi-dancer replied to your post:A sharp cry tore from the eight year old’s throat...

[UGH MY HEART. LITTLE GAIUS T.T]

//IM SORRY I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF

epitomizingperfection replied to your post:A sharp cry tore from the eight year old’s throat...

how about nO

//how about yes~

[brutishnoble]

necrowmancing started following you

                                 Hushful footsteps neared his elder.                                  Quite taken aback to see he had been testing magic.                                  Well, it wasn't more of a surprise than a moment of                                  what seemed to be irritation. A swarm of corvus' had                                  blocked his view. Luckily enough, he had cleared the                                  way just in time to dodge a fire ball.

[eeniemeeniemoe]

necrowmancing said: what a WASTE of two slots

[eeniemeeniemoe]

necrowmancing said: {{ holy shit is it bad that i kind of really want this to be a thing now because it sounds /hilarious/ }}

('Gangrel's and Henry's Magic Quest through the Outrealm to Find the Book of Puns.')

(It ends with them stopping Grima a second time because why not)

[eeniemeeniemoe]

"HA HA! That's more like it! The angry mob I have been looking for!..So what's it going to be? Lynching? Stoning?..Oh I have the perfect one!"

"Throwing me off a cliff....Heard that one is real popular around some parts."

[ahiru-to-dance]

necrowmancing  naru-uzumaki  innocent-light fuck-mothering-vampire-alucard

   Today was the time of day when she would feed the birds as a pass time. Oddly enough there were a lot today. 'I wonder why..' She thought while feeding the birds.

[flourpicker-blog]

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Send me (•ω•) and my muse will say something nice about your muse

   “Oh, hey there, dad!”

    “Well, I will just admit now that I’m jealous of how you can easily communicate with animals— they don’t seem to like me.”

[flourpicker-blog]

necrowmancing:

"Heeey, Inigo! Have you seen my-" Henry barged in the tent and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what his future son was wearing. "…cloak. Nya ha! So that’s where it went!”

"It’s a good look for you, I think! ‘Specially for if you wanna try and learn more hexes. Dark magic has an image to maintain, y’know! But all you had to do was ask and I would’ve let you wear it all you want, silly."

     Inigo's cheeks reddened, immediately covering his body with his father's robe. Wait, that wasn't helping him a single bit. He flushed once again. "I-I just saw it lying around and decided to try it on, for even a little while." The mercenary paused, as he unraveled himself from the cloak, and took it off nervously, regardless of how his father seemed to be fine with him doing that. "I'm surprised you aren't mad..."

     "So, dark magic, huh? I might want to try it out, yeah." He wasn't quite sure, quite frankly. His tome level was only a measly level of E, after all... he needed to improve his weapon experience.