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headin’ off to bed now. gotta get some sleep in before work--plus i feel like crap. later losers~

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unholybloodshed:

“For those already dead it is a good thing, for simple mortals it is death just waiting to happen.” Seeing that cigarettes killed humans. It was nothing more than a death stick. “So, your an addicted smoker?” 

“--I suppose someone dead wouldn’t have to worry about dying, yes,” you said--somewhat sarcastically. “Anyway, that isn’t the point. I just enjoy them. Addiction is a strong word, and I don’t like to use it in my daily speech.”

[zephyrdreaming-deactivated20180]

“I’m not exactly what the kids call ‘normal’, dollface.” A shrug to accompany snickered words– “Besides, everyone dies, if I get killed because somebody wants my stuff, then I guess it’s my damn time, as sucky an ending as that would be. Ain’t no use cryin’ over it.”

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“--You’re normal enough to be suffering from such a normal situation,” was what you said in reply. You pointed a wrapped finger at them for emphasis. 

You’d ignore the absurd pet name they decided to give you.

“--You should cherish your life more,” you then said. “You only get one.”

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psuedogaiety:

          “I wouldn’t say it’s a bad habit–! I’m sure that I’d be very grateful if I did smoke!” She chirped. After all, she was so excited to even be offered something that she had taken it anyways. “…entertaining?”

You slipped your hands into the pockets of your slacks, and turned to the side. You seemed to be staring at something--which was nothing. You were zoning out.

“--Hmm? Oh, yes. I suppose you would.” You glanced back at the small human just then. “Entertaining. We’re holding a conversation. This is the most normal conversation I’ve had in a long time.”

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aggressively strums the chords to don’t fear the reaper

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zephyrdreaming:

“They’d just pick the lock; If someone wants what little I have, so badly, then let them have it.” She could replace ‘things’.

“--That’s a rather peculiar outlook,” you replied. “Very optimistic and carefree. I suppose that’s all sunshine and lollipops until whoever it is breaking into your home has a weapon, and kills you.”

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friendlycomplex:

See, now that was just temptation, and Izumi didn’t say no to temptation. She slowly approached them, lighting her cigarette and getting up in the defensive face.

“Just how short, pretty thing? Tomorrow, or next year? I need to file my taxes, and that might complicate things.” She let out a stream of smoke, it wisping around them.

You would never understand lesser creatures. Ever--period. Now you just felt awkward.

“--It was a joke,” you said flatly. “I’m not very funny but, damn, I try to be.” You noticed that when people died--and you had to guide them to the afterlife--it was always best to start out with a joke.

Preferably one not involving how they died.

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psuedogaiety:

             Quickly she nodded, a small hand offering it back to him. “S-Sorry, you’re right. I just…didn’t w-want to say no? I thought…that’d be rude–”

“--There’s nothing rude about being honest,” you grumbled. You took the cigarette and slipped it back into your pocket. “It’s a bad habit of mine to offer one whenever I’m entertaining someone.” 

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unholybloodshed:

“Well, not everyone is dying to try such a sweet addiction.” More like a disgusting cancer stick. She was already dead and will always refused the thing. 

You exhale a large cloud of smoke--despite having no lungs. “--I can’t get enough of them,” was what you said. “One of the few good things to come from the mortal world.”

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psuedogaiety:

          “A-Ah, sure–!” She panicked and took it, despite not being one to smoke. Now she’s just kind of…holding it. Whoops.

“--You don’t seem so sure of yourself,” was your reply. “If you aren’t going to smoke it, give it back. They’re bad for you anyway.”

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friendlycomplex:

“Thought you’d never ask– thanks. Nice face.”

“--Keep my face to yourself,” you grumbled. “If you don’t I’ll cut your life incredibly short.” You wouldn’t. Killing people wasn’t something you enjoyed doing--surprisingly. 

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unholybloodshed:

“Thanks but no thanks. I don’t smoke.” 

You retract your hand, and place the cigarette in between your bony maw. “--And here I thought people were dying to try them,” you chuckled dryly.

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“--Cigarette?” 

[zephyrdreaming-deactivated20180]

“The shitty thing about living in a crappy trailer in a shitty neighborhood? People don’t even have to break in because my door doesn’t fucking lock anymore.”

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“--Couldn’t you fix the lock in question, or hire someone to fix it?” Mortals made no goddamn sense sometimes.

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yo yo yooo it’s your boy dirk back at it again with another original character blog!! do me a solid and give this post a like or a reblog if you’re interested at all in interacting with my personal take on the personification of death–throughout all known religions!

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i haven’t been active much lately. i think i’m either getting sick, or my body just hates me. i’ve got a damn headache strong enough to knock over a horse.

or however that expression goes....

anyway, i’m here. barely. gonna roll around and lurk--while posting random junk.

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doviilove:

||ღ|| “I know I’ve always said I have a weakness for dirty boys– but this is just ridiculous.” The goddess walks around the room, careful not to step on anything that was in the way. …Which was all but impossible.

“You’re as old as time and yet you don’t seem to know how a broom works, beloved. Whatever am I going to do with you? Even Claymore isn’t this sloppy.”

“--It’s not that bad,” you grumbled. You ever so casually placed yourself between Dove’s line of sight, and the large pile of pizza boxes behind you. Pizza--especially topped with sausage--was delicious. It was true that you didn’t need to eat to sustain yourself but, damn, was it good.

“--Can we not bring my age into this?” you ask, sounding defeated. “As if our ages had anything to do with it.”