You're all out of time...

AU Hat Kid from A Hat in Time. Semi-selective rp/ask sideblog.

[stay-chill-vibes]

REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

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M!A: Okay, okay... How about this? GK's a FIRE SPIRIT! Fox times.

There’s a brief moment of confusion, before the ghostly child goes up in eerie purple and green flames. As they dissipate, an odd visage is left behind... Fire Spirits, while sometimes an obstacle for those trying to travel, tend to be relatively harmless. However, their inherently passive nature seems to have been twisted by the soul devouring ghost’s potent evil, creating an unpredictable creature with a disturbing aura...

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Suddenly lift and hold. He is holding this now

She is being held! Fate calmly accepted, for once- 

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“… Do contracts count as permits???”

[themustachemenace]

“Could you tell your pasta nero to not bully my boss!? Also, have some boiled Cookie’d Crisp. Don’t tell that other kid…”

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“Your boss?? Are you working for Grooves now or something? Since when did this go from midnight murder to movie business..? Oh well, we’ll see.”

She can’t actually taste anything she eats, so the ghost isn’t particularly bothered by the inherently awful concept of boiled cereal.

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“... Do contracts count as permits???”

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𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭

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There's a package left just outside of GK's treehouse, wrapped in blue paper and embellished with a single black feather. Inside is a deep purple weighted blanket and a note. "Hey, Ghostie! Happy Holidays! You've got a lot of pillows, so I though you might like to have this too! Stay warm! Or, at least as warm as possible! -Parker"

The spirit takes a moment to inspect the package before opening it... An unexpected, but.. Well welcomed gift. Death always had a certain chill to it, she had no clue if anything could make that go away or not. But, it would certainly be a delight to snuggle up under a blanket away from winter's miserably rainy weather!

A chiming, delighted giggle echoed from the trees of the haunted forest. It... sounded genuine and sweet, rather than laced with malice.

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I must resist not making a "out of touch" joke about your blog name-

(( I,, don’t get it- ))

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// I’m not totally dead just been hella busy this year, you guys know how it is-- have some kinda recent GK art to fill some silence 

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lunar-luminary‌:

    The building isn’t the only thing to crumble. To say that the spectacle was an emotional rollercoaster was a huge and far too whimsical understatement; It feels more akin to falling down a flight of stairs. Each new detail feels like a blow to the DJ’s chest, and it’s the kid’s gaze that causes his denial to cave in.

    He’d noticed the little quirks that should have tipped him off, of course. His crew certainly had. Yet… Grooves hadn’t wanted to entertain the thought that the child he’d wanted to see grow hadn’t gotten the chance.

    … He’s such a stubborn, stupid man.

    Grooves is left with no words to say, sinking down to the ground as his grief outweighs his fear. He doesn’t sob (he hadn’t done that since he was a child), but there’s no denying the twin streaks of tears that fall from behind his glasses…

Somehow? That’s not what she had been expecting- it absolutely SHOULD have been, he had seemed oddly oblivious to the fact that utterly everything was wrong, perhaps deliberately so. Having something that should’ve been injuring if not outright lethal happen, and then to squirm out without a scratch, then having Grooves be shocked and all... Yeah, should’ve seen it coming. 

But nonetheless, it made the smile fade- not like had been there out of any joy or amusement in the first place, but seeing someone she actually liked crumble like that... Certainly didn’t please the already restless dead. 

“Grooves..?”

Ah, if only she actually knew how to handle emotions anymore. Impulse said rip what the penguin cry limb from limb- but in a sense, though she couldn’t help that she was dead, it was Ghost Kid’s fault... Hm. What does one do about crippling emotional distress you can’t understand worth a damn anymore?

[predatorysuggestion]

You are a monster. You have turned me into one. But your plan has backfired. Because there is no escape from me. I will fucking shred you for what you did.

[wendigosuggestion]

I didn’t deserve what you put me through but, oh, you deserve what I’m going to put you through

[wretchedsuggestion]

I will crush you with thrice the force of when you crushed me.

[fierysuggestion]

they can’t hurt feelings you don’t have

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"Happy Valentine's Day!" Hat Kid is handed a small hand knit teddy bear!

Still, the concept of what a “valentines day” was seemed far out of reach- but another soft, cute toy was not. The ghost softly hummed, unsure of whoever this person was, but... For now? Pretty content. 

A soul, and kneecaps, spared.

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It’s sweet, in a weird murdery ghost kinda way. She’s trying her best!

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Oh, here's Parker walking pretty casually into a haunted forest and approaching GK with less caution than most. He offers her a little stuffed corgi with a sheepish smile. "Happy Valentines! I'm, uh, wasn't sure if chocolate would be a proper gift, considering."

“A... A gift??”

She had NO clue what a “Valentines” was- but that was just the case with a lot on this planet, so that didn’t bother her any. The concept of a sudden gift definitely caught the ghost by surprise though, especially a gift that was so... Cute!

There was no doubt, Ghost Kid wasn’t a gentle, cautious, or particularly sweet individual- anything but, frankly. However she was... Somewhat careful, taking the plushie and hugging it a bit. Her smile was rather sweet, even if always hidden.

“Thanks, Parker... It’s really cute.”