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[hotheadedreaper]

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[cheslockedmusic]

"Ah ! Outsiders again ? Don't make me laugh !"

[gingermortifer-blog-blog-blog]

F E V E R { open }

  It was a relatively common sight to see someone somewhere sick during all the seasons ; always in their respective little alley ways, some she saw and couldn't help but smile. She would pay them a much more intimate visit in a week when their mild cough became a fierce vomiting and the grave would soon be their new bed to rest within.

 But to see a grim reaper so ailed in the streets was a sight more than rare, since the amount of illnesses they cold contract were few and far between. The lightest some got were simply seasonal allergies while others came down with Thorns, but those sorts were not contracted via a stomach bug or some nasty bacteria. Yet there Inez Cresswell laid like an average mortal woman, looking pale to the face and entire body alive with shivers.

 Shuddering, coiling with dry heaves, she couldn't help but begin to close her eyes in confusion. All she had eaten that evening was a loaf of bread, and certainly that couldn't of made her so ill..

[the-rose-in-resin]

((Woah, what?! Those people don't know what they're talking about! I mean I suppose she could be viewed in several different ways, but still!))

QueenOfThePeasants: {I tend to not care because half the time they don't understand my version of Yuuki does not go fully to the end of the manga. Sad, but true.}

{Still, they may say as they wish. It does not affect me any what their opinions are}

[the-rose-in-resin]

((Soooooo? c: How did the wedding go!?))

QueenOfThePeasants: {Ah~ It was a lot of fun, my jerky brother made me cry and I will admit it of my family I was the first one to start crying. I was doing really well and then I remembered the stupid thing about when the bride walks down the isle you're supposed to look at the groom and you can see in his expression how unbelievably happy they both are. That is what broke me.}

QueenOfThePeasants: {The reception was lovely, though no one asked me to dance, not that I mind, I cannot dance to save my life. However, I did do a little dancing with friends and family. My creepy uncle was wasted and kept leaning on me and my sisters and telling us how he remembered when we were just little, asking if we had any boyfriends, then saying how mature we've become, how we grew up into such beautiful ladies. I was three seconds away from punching him square in the jaw and I think my father was too.}

QueenOfThePeasants: {I had a little to drink, not too much but my father said I was drunk. Though I disagree I can recall everything vividly and I was in complete control. I didn't have a hang over the day after but I did throw up. But I doubt that was from the alcohol. Now, my brother and his wife when they went to go on their honeymoon they had to fly to Phoenix Arizona, where it was 104* at 9 in the morning only to learn that the plane was broken. So they lost a day but luckily the resort they went to let them stay an extra day}  

[mei-rin-blossoms]

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"M- Me?" Mei-Rin became nervous at once, her heartbeat quickening. "I- I swear, I- I did nothing... I didn't even touch anything! Please, believe me!"

[fabulousgrell]

Murder and the Detective (modern day AU)

Grell felt his long red hair and coat flutter behind him as he seemed to lift his head to sniff the wind. "What a pleasant evening it is outside," Grell said to himself as he turned his attention to a person walking along on the street below, "Ah there is my next victim that I shall paint red." Grell hopped down from the rooftop his chainsaw in his hands. His read dress swished just above his knees and his four inch stilettos clicked as he approached his victim. Grell knew that no help would arrive to save this person. He had never been caught seeing as he was a reaper who could just up and disappear in history. He had done it once before and he could do it now. Grell raised his chainsaw and sliced the person clean in half as they turned. The person had no idea what had happened to them. Grell watched their soul pour out. It was a glorious slight the blood on the ground and the cinematic records unfurling before his face.