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I didn't know there was a 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 When I was 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 

                                                                  Still the 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝒶𝓌𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 man                                                         That I gave my 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 to so 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝑜 

Bringerxflife                                                                                  Quietxs ind. Pri. Sel.                                                                            Ind. Pri. Sel.  Written by Sonny                                                             Written by Slacker

viitanima                                                                                        Decth Ind. Pri. Semi-Sel                                                                    Ind. Pri. Sel.  Written by Ella                                                                Written by Nonnie

Glcwingstxrs                                                                              Noxobitus Ind. Pri. Sel.                                                               Ind. Sel. Mutual-only Written by Alina                                                                Written by Wade

                     Independent Life’s and Death’s from the webcomic:                                        A Matter of Life and Death

[decth-a]

@quietxs when you can’t help a soul

      With the theatre room considerable empty now (excluding the rabbit like watchers but lets pretend they don’t exist), it’s easier to take everything in. 

      The stench of cooper is strong from the recently dismembered body. The blood soaking into wooden floorboards. Soon to leave a permanent bloodied stain, as a reminded of what happened this day. Pieces of flesh and bone resting on the ground still from where the mortals head was blown (quite literally) away... 

      A dismembered body split in two. Lying at two ends of the theatre. Body parts hanging limply. Parts that shouldn’t be seen are shown. Blood dripping onto the group from where half a body hangs. Leaving yet another bloodied stain in the building.

      The God himself hasn’t seen a scene like this in decades at least. Though back then, he was able to help. To put the souls at ease and help guide them on to their destination. Now... It’s not even possible. 

                             He’s never felt so HELPLESS before.

      Clawed hands end up wrapped up round himself. Almost in a weak attempt to comfort himself. An attempt that doesn’t work in any form, shape or matter. Amber eyes seemingly look at nothing in particular. Seemingly void of any emotion as a sigh escapes his lips. 

      “It’s a shame... A shame we can’t do anything to help the deceased child...” Words muttered so low. Directed towards his mirror though not once does he look in his direction the whole time he speaks.

[coulsart]

Aha!! Creature time!!>::)))))

HOLY SHI T ITS WOOOOOWWWWW JEEEEESJFKWKFDAC WAIT MY BRAIN—THIS LOOKS SO SICK!?! THAT GRIN IS PERFECTION!?!

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD