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[inanimatum-archive]

HOLLAAAA. SING MY PRAISES, CHILD.

I'D VERY MUCH LIKE TO FUCK YOU UP THE BUTT. And now that that's out of the way we just met but you like the Cab and I like the Cab so that automatically means we're best friends till one of us murders the other in their sleep and IT'S OKAY THAT WE HAVEN'T RPED YET BECAUSE YOLO

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uminoojo replied to your post:uminoojo replied to your post:Mistletoe. [ Any of...

I will indeed. 8) I’m in class but imm not paying attention— LOL. /goes to reply.

excuse me while i fan girl in the corner now omg yes--

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uminoojo replied to your post:Mistletoe. [ Any of da babes. uvu ]

I FEEL THE NEED TO REPLY TO THIS—

//PLEASE DO I THINK YOU SHOULD 

[unlapinblanc]

baby, it's cold outside ❄

Winter was settling in and that only meant cold weather was to be expected. Come high winds and chills that bit deep into your bones, winter was coming and it showed no mercy to the small or the weak. Yet, people rejoiced even in the harsh weather because it only brought them closer to the holidays and the cheer that was bought with it. Of course, Oliver could care less about social interactions, being in large presses always did manage to drain him. It was only a miracle as to why he was the Public Relations CEO of Sterling Enterprises, but speaking and smooth talk were his best traits. So long as people didn't get too close, then he was A okay for the most part. The brunette was only looking forward to the holiday season because that meant three things: food and decorating, warm sweaters and blankets, and spending time with a certain grumpy - but still charming - raven haired man.

Sweater weather was an important part of the season. Admittedly, some sweaters looked ridiculously tacky and stupid, but some had their good sides. No, he wasn't going for the weird ones that light up or itchy wool ones, he wanted the nice soft cashmere or cotton sweaters with cute snowmen and reindeers, or those nice ones that looked like they were knitted. Those were pretty nice. Plus they were perfect to snuggle and cuddle in with the kittens and anther man he had in mind of, which he did buy a sweater for. Dante was never the one to wear such things because they were hardly anything proper or... reasonable per say. Plus, the other CEO couldn't care less about the holiday season. A shame in Oliver's opinion because the holidays gave him a good excuse to make tons of food and decorate their house. Technically it was Dante's, but after a while, most of the brunette's things found its way over here. Ah well... 

He burst into the bathroom with a large grin on his face, hands holding onto a white and blue patterned sweater with snowmen on them. Maybe bursting into the bathroom wasn't of words to describe his entrance. Technically, the raven haired man had already opened the door to let the steam out, which was only an invitation for him to come in. Plus, Oliver had arrived at the perfect time. "DANTE,  DANTE, DANTE." Currently the man was standing there shirtless and here Oliver was waiting for him to slip on a shirt and then the sweater. Wasn't this perfect timing on his part? "I GOT YOU A SWEATER, SEE?" He grinned and then pointed to his red and white one, his own was complete with reindeer print. "WE CAN MATCH." And wouldn't that be the gosh darn cutest thing ever? He was so taking selfies of them both to save on his phone.

[unlapinblanc]

IN HOPES OF FINDING FROSTY ☃

As the God of Death, time was a trivial thing. A decade could pass in a blink of an eye and Mortem would hardly notice it. What was time to an ageless being like him? Nothing. It was nothing. Dust in the wind. Honestly, that just left Mortem with just a whole bunch of nothing to spend. He amused himself with popular culture of the mortals. Humans could be rather fascinating creatures sometimes. It was interesting to have watched them from the moment they came into beings. Huge ugly as fuck Neanderthals and then evolving into the fierce white collared man you see today. Ah.. it seemed rather dull at first, but he grew used to it. Used to the bright lights, the sudden boom in technology, the wars, and pretty much everything. Festivities always made Morty particularly intrigued because of the way they were celebrated over the years. This year for the winter festivities of the mortals, he decided to why not explore the nearby city and walk amongst the mortals. Morty wasn't going to do it alone though. Company was always expected at these festivities you see.

Aoi was not in the forest, so said the terrified squirrels that he had managed to interrogate. His badgers had gone a snuffling around in the river and forest spirit's domain, probably burrowing around and hassling the local woodland creatures, and Steve was probably around with them somewhere too. They had found no trace of the blue haired spirit, so it only made sense to check the river next. He couldn't blame Aoi for taking refuge underneath the water either, it was probably warmer in his glass domain than it was outside in the chilly winter air. The lavender haired god stood on the banks of the river and peered in, having sensed the other's presence drifting closer. Aoi's home never did stay in one place, which was kind of a pain since Morty had to go to different places all the time. Of course, the God of Death couldn't really say anything since his home technically didn't exist in this world. Oops. "Aoi." Hopefully the other would respond to him and not leave him out in the cold. 

A few seconds passed by and not a single reply, not even an annoyed spurt of water from the river. "AOI." He called louder this time and huffed. Really? How long did he expect to keep him waiting? Gosh. Manners. So he resolved to use the more... childish, yet affective, way of getting the other's attention. "Aoiaoiaoiaoiaoiaoiaoiaoiaoi." Then finally when the water spirit did appear, much to his glee and delight and probably less so for the spirit,  Morty couldn't care because he got Aoi to come out and play with him, the God of Death did not give him a chance to speak. "We're going on an adventure!" Details could wait, he just wanted to see how excited the river and forest spirit was. "Let's go to the human's city and find the mortal the humans call Frosty, Man of the Snow."