#psychictracing

[avefausa]

@psychictracing​

Squishes his face. “Laby is bored!! Laby wants attention!!” She knows he hates being touched, let alone having his personal space invaded, but she has priorities!

[shiningpresence]

     Peace.

     There is peace within his heart, if naught else. There is always chaos in the world and around him, the rushing pace of feet going from one place to the next with little time to truly remain idle. Inn to inn. Location to Location. 

     Yet even in that, there’s a warmth and a joy to be found. Alongside companions who consider him dearly, & also alongside his companion so dear to him. Yes, there was rarely much time to truly rest, but it was an adventure worth pursuing. On this particular morning, the sun was shining outside and the twittering of birds gave a sense of comfort and familiarity.

     “Good morning, Add~♪” Came Ain’s playful tone, carefully climbing onto the bed as to not jostle it too much. A quick glance at the clock noted that it was 11:34 am - Not by any means an ‘early’ start to the day, but Add was rarely awake before noon if he could so help it. 

     “The others have already gone out to gather supplies. Would you like breakfast?”

[dominatorsuggestion]

Apocalypse, if you’ll be so kind. Send me an alert directly when someone enters the lab.

• Protocol updated. Alert user ‘Dumbinator’ of intruders or visitors. Proceed with elimination process if identification not granted. 

 ...

...Doom Bringer...!!!

[justiciarautosuggestion-blog]

whispers in the demi god'd ear, "Bib-le."

There is a limitation of sanctuary for ignorance.

[bluhensuggestion]

Pulls the bastard's hood over his head and shoves him over.

• Suddenly the world has gone dark. But that’s merely because his hood has thus blinded him. A firm hand has shoved him over, but he doesn’t fall with a thud. The ‘priest’ falls backward, but his descent stops mid-air. He sits there aloft, not a single limb touching the ground as he pulls his hood away. 

--...Oh? Did you need something~? Or are you here to stand about gawking at me once more~?

[dxnxminator-blog]

psychictracing replied to your post: Show me the kittens!!

“Show me the kittens and I will.”

“You would do well to remember this isn’t your domain.”

[hellflowered-a]

psychictracing replied to your post: “Oh yeah… it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

MORE BIRTHDAY PUNCHES!!!

Ah yes. This is about what he’d expected.

[dreadsabyss-blog]

"How old are you again? I need to know so I can give you your birthday punches. Plus one for good luck kuhahaha!!" The brawler is already aimed to punch.

     One blink. Two blinks. Ciel’s just going to stare at Add for a few more seconds, lips parting before closing them again. Truly, part of him wanted to comment on how it was rude to ask someone’s age but at the same time, it wouldn’t do him any good. After all, that sort of excuse only worked in the favor of women and he is not a woman.

     A soft breath escapes him, hand lifting up to grip the bridge of his nose. He should’ve expected this, really. After all, the brawler is rowdy. He should’ve known something like this would’ve come up. It’s his birthday and he’s come to know some people like give birthday spankings but not punches. But this is Doom Bringer, of course it would be punches of all things.

     “Do you have fun bullying me?” There’s sarcasm to the demon’s voice, eyebrow raising slightly as his shoulders drop, relaxing his posture ( yet his gaze fixes on the brawler’s pose, specifically his hands in waiting ), “You shouldn’t go beating a guy up on his birthday. Whatever happened to the old birthday spanks instead.” A soft laugh, tired as Ciel’s hand slips from the bridge of his nose to rest his palm against his neck, rubbing it before dropping his arm and ultimately succumbing to his fate.

     “28. I’m 28 as of today.”