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after some consideration i have decided to retire this blog; im not deleting in hopes that one day i may have enough muse to write donaleigh again, but as it stands now, i simply dont have the muse

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good responses to getting stabbed with a sword

rude

that’s fair

not again

are you gonna want this back or can i keep it

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WOW I REALIZED THAT I DIDNT EVEN PUT DONALEIGHS INFORMATION IN MY GOOGLE WHEN I GOT MY NEW FUCKIN G LAPTOP RIP I HAVENT BEEN HERE IN 1000000 YEARS IM A FOOL AND A CAD --

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@ohfiendangelical​ SAID:  ❝ Everyone is going to die anyway. ❞ || CORPSE PARTY: TORTURED SOULS STARTERS || ASK?

“My thoughts exactly!”

He knew he could talk to Zero about this, and that he would understand. Everyone else would cower, or tell him that he was out of line, and others he knew better not to tell at all...

“Why die a boring death when you could die to feed someone else? Die to help someone else live?” his chuckle was dark as he shakes his head, “who am I kidding; it’s more fun than anything!”

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@skullfck​ SAID:  ❝ Wake from a bad dream, and find myself in another. ❞ || CORPSE PARTY: TORTURED SOULS STARTERS || ASK?

“I’ve discovered that just how life can be,”

He flashes a tired, sympathetic smile, holding out his lighter for the other. The night air had a certain bite to it tonight: quite unseasonable for the time of year.

“The trick is to find those that make the bad dream bearable, but that’s no easy task,” he takes a drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke billow from his mouth as he speaks again, “unless, of course, you’ve already found someone to help?”

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@pseughost​ SAID:  ❝ I will not let this ridiculous thing go any further! ❞ || CORPSE PARTY: TORTURED SOULS STARTERS || ASK?

A devilish -- childishly impish -- grin spreads on his lips for a moment, quickly hidden by an entirely false smile of innocence. 

“Oh, what is it, brother? What do you mean,” he doesn’t even attempt to be convincing as he rests his chin upon his hand, “I’m very interested to see how you’re going to try and stop it.”

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my icons suddenly disappeared for this blog so im gonna have to go iconless for a hot second!! sorry guys ; w;

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ritualcore.

Blanket is lowered and big, brown eyes peer up at Donaleigh, glowing with a hopeful sort of curiosity. 

          ❛  �� Lucky charms?  ❜

Maybe he won’t play any mean tricks — not that he was really planning on it anyway, though it is sometimes very funny and entertaining to watch the oafish devil grow distressed. Lanky arms wrap around him and nuzzle sweetly, a silent affirmation that yes, sugary cereal will solve everything between the two of them at any given time. 

“Aye, lucky charms.”

He know the way into this boys heart by two avenues; first, books on the occult but especially the very questionable ones, and second, sugary cereal. And this boy already knows too much, so the marshmallows will just have to do it for now.

“I know it’s late... but would you like a bowl, love?”

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CORPSE PARTY: TORTURED SOULS STARTERS

Disclaimer: Feel free to change any of these in order to suit your needs if needed be!

❝ Wake from a bad dream, and find myself in another. ❞

❝ It’s not like this is goodbye forever, so don’t cry anymore. ❞

❝ I was slipping away…but I was pulled back by the sound of a very dear voice. ❞

❝ Is this reality? ❞

❝ I’m not sure why I believed that. ❞

❝ I’m not sure why I believed that. Maybe because I needed to. ❞

❝ Fate still had one more sick twist in store for us. ❞

❝ We’ll escape from this place together! ❞

❝  The end of a life. The very moment of death… ❞

❝ You care for your loved ones…thus you suffer sorrow and despair. ❞

❝ We’re all going to die here after all… ❞

❝ Until the moment you die, you will be alone. ❞

❝ If we manage to get out of here, will we really be able to go home? ❞

❝ Do whatever you want with me… ❞

❝ Do whatever you want with me… so please don’t kill those children! ❞

❝ I will not let this ridiculous thing go any further! ❞

❝ Keep on living… for me. ❞

❝ I’ve decided to protect you so you can stay just as you are. ❞

❝  Everyone is going to die anyway. ❞

❝ To be killed by spirits, or to be killed by me. It’s all the same. Everyone is going to die anyway. ❞

❝ Living beings’ attachment to life before death is the most beautiful. ❞ 

❝ I will do anything to bring you back! ❞

❝ I just want to bring you back safely! I will do anything to bring you back! ❞ 

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like this for a starter.

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ritualcore‌.

Benji rolled over and nuzzled into the demon’s chest. He’d not been asleep, too distracted by the intricacies of a new ritual he’d discovered in one of his books three hours prior. It was too late to start experimenting with it, so he’d decided to put it off until tomorrow; in the meantime, he’d been weighing his options on how to execute it properly while scrolling through Twitter aimlessly on his phone. 

       ❛  But one day I’m gonna lock you out and — p-put salt all around the house.  ❜

A dramatic gasp masks the little twinge of fear he refuses to face -- would Benji ever really do that to him? Maybe not, that does seem like a terrible waste of salt, and quite a lot of effort too. However, he is known to not mind tedious things...

     “ How mean, Benji! Even after I brought you home an extra box of lucky charms, this is the thanks I get? ” He’s grinning at him, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

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Impromptu starter for @ritualcore.

     “Benji, Benji, Benji…” 

He sang softly as he slipped through the door into the boy’s room, his smile bright as he began the process of tiptoeing over to his bed. He was home late again -- work was more and more demanding by the minute it seemed -- and yet despite the late hour, Donaleigh wasn’t sure that he was asleep. As he crept closer he began shedding his work clothes, leaving him in a pair of briefs as he slipped under the covers.

     “Aye’m sorry tha’ aye’m home so late, darlin’.”

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@fleshfruits liked THIS for a starter

“Been a while since I’ve seen ye, missy! T’was afraid ye’d forgotten ‘bout me! Or worse! Ye didn’t like me anymore!” Donaleigh didn’t ask before he paraded himself into her room and flopped down onto her bed -- hell -- he hadn’t asked if he could come over at all in the first place. He grinned at her, lit cigarette still between his teeth, completely disregarding the possible dangers of his actions, let alone how the smell might bother his companion. 

“Aye’ve missed ye!”

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