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comm - Sorkapi's golden babies
the joyous thunder, Masamune
Fly me to the moon, Wolf gun with hati and mara tho. /wink
She was a nightmare and he chased the moon, and when they met one night one clear night over the earth, they could not help but stop and play. His great form sparkled with cold crystal and thick dark fur, the color of space around him, his teeth great and sharp as the edge of obsidian. She alighted on his hand and smiled full and closed-eyes up at him.
We hardly meet anymore, complained the nightmare. She was small enough to sit in his palm, tail curled around her. I miss you, Moon-Eater.
Moon-Eater huffed and she floated up with an indignant squeak. Fox fur and moonlight slipped through dark space, bright eyes gleaming red like the lights on a satellite soaring sweet over the horizon.
Do a thingie with Ghost Catcher by Wolfgun. /finger guns
When Mrs. Davies felt the pottery shake and the cabinets in her house rattle with the chains of the burdened dead, she knew there was only one place to go.
Amadeus White is the name on the door. The name has power: a pale reflection of the creature that bears it, loose and comfortable like a new suit, but power nevertheless. Gloved hands with bones of stars and radiation, they pluck ghosts from the traps that hold them and release them, sweet and silvery, into the night. People call them Ghost Catcher, but really, they does not catch at all. The world snags spirits by their palls and, like splintered wood, will not let them go.
Death is their constant companion: lanky and comprised of a thousand bony joints, clouded in cigar smoke and unsettling grins. Death was never good at hiding his emotions. He smiled when he was uncomfortable and fury slipped between his white teeth with every exhalation.
Death did not like to see his people trapped.
some long-overdue fanart of @sorkapi‘s niamh the white + dadcat and @dastridly‘s sable + dog
two of my fav ladies + questionable “animal” companions all right all right
Why does rue keep getting longer
@sorkapi
im so honored you remembered. truly beautiful /sheds tear.
HONESTLY HOW COULD I EVER FORGET ONE OF THE GREATEST COMMERCIALS EVER
gdi apo I REBLOG MOSTLY FFXV. THat's Gladio.
I AM BUT A SIMPLE PO…… TENDING TO MY NOTE CROPS…….