#utilisvenefica

[moon-lit-heroine]

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jfc he needs help

His pediatrician is a quack, I swear. She says there ain’t nothin’ wrong with him. I think he’s at least got ADHD. I hadit when I was a kid and I know what it’s like. He’s showing the same signs I did plus the whole ‘doesn’t feel pain’ thing.

[moon-lit-heroine]

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small children are gross -hugs and protects you-

I cannot stand children under the age of 7 or 8. If they can’t hold a conversation with me and they talk about nonsense, my patience is limited. One of my nephews doesn’t respond to the word ‘no’ or even painful things. He’s 3. He literally stuck his fingers under my knife while I was cutting zucchini, he got cut, and he did absolutely nothing about it. I’m worried theres something... up with his little brain, yanno?

[clairdxlune-a]

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utilis-venefica

“Nothing worse than losing everything, is there?”

What a keen, desolate note the witch begun on. Usually she exuded a confident aura that could only be broken by those she felt truly worthy.             { Worthy? Was that the correct term? No. Safe. Safe when concerning others of her kind; worthy when concerning anyone of the human sort. } Unlike the feathered friends she had previously encountered, it seemed that they hadn’t even landed - all talon-footed and brimming with righteous anger - in such a place. It was like Limbo City had never been graced with even the slightest of holy presence. It bothered her none, for it was rather taxing to deal with them permanently. But in their place, demons had festered; it was only now she had realised how often the two parties kept each other in check. 

It felt like the Witch Hunts never happened here.

It was rather welcoming, if a little grimy and lacking in the beauty of a European city.

“So you’re telling me, those feathered bastards have never been seen here?”

[thedxvilinred]

lady-alsielle

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forgetmenotalley

“I wouldn’t – step in that if I were you.” Dante spoke up from where he had been reading a magazine. He had recently killed off a batch of demons, so their bloods and guts were still around. He hadn’t gotten around to cleaning it up, unfortunately.

He flipped a page in the magazine, “Unless you like demon guts on your shoes.”

[clairdxlune-a]

; ιηνσкєɗ

utilis-venefica​ 

“--Now what would bring a little witch out at night? Didn’t your Mummy tell you there’d be monsters?

[inpietas]

laughing at sparda cutting kat’s hair. especially if it was in fact long and he just forcibly sits her back down every time she tries to get up. just. ‘i’ve a very sharp pair of scissors here and I’d hate to oh, say slice your throat open and head nearly off in the process because you’re fidgeting about a trim’

[thedevilinblue]

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"And just what are you doing wandering around these parts at night? Honestly, it makes me feel as if most of those that come through here have a death wish."

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