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         ⋯≺  hxartbrxaker  —-⋯ 

           ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  The tombstone is rather large; rather oddly shaped. He            certainly would not blame one for sitting on it -- but the spirits might.

                ”Ah, excuse me, but that.. is a tombstone you are resting on.”  】

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Ten count ~ chapter 6 ~

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                ⋯≺ bloodmade —-⋯

            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  “Pardon me, could you not stand on that grave there?”

                                    Honestly, it was usually fine & it felt rude to insist,                               however when you have a spirit yelling in your ear about it                                                            it can’t be helped. 】

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            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  Proceeds to fall into an empty grave.  】

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           ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚ Like for a long starter–! 】

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            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚ Like for a short starter--! 】

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           —⋯ ☠ ⋯―  ❚  i spent my entire evening yesterday and today making              5 million icons -- okay just over 125 -- so i was too tired to write lmao bUT                i have tons of new icons now!! and i’ll probably use the same ones i always                have knowing me. anyways, i’m going to put up posts for starters! i’ll have                two, one for long length starters, and one for small starters! you can like                 one depending on what you want o w o

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bountyman:

        Smoke curled off the end of the bounty hunter’s cigarette as he walked within the cemetery grounds. He didn’t make a habit of wandering through graveyards, especially at night, but sometimes business called for things he didn’t want to do. Things like seeing about digging up a man six months dead.

         Josh reflexively looked down at his feet when the gravedigger spoke, then back to him with a small tilt of his hat that was both greeting and thanks in one.

         “You the groundskeep?”

          ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  An endless smile of kindness graced his lips as he observed           the man, ever patient; caring. Though unaware of what he was in need of,           the gravedigger was eager to help. The only moment his gaze was fixated           elsewhere, was when he had chose to place his shovel against the tree to           his right. With dirt still heavily smeared on his palms, he rubbed them together            in attempt to rid it from his skin.

                                         “While partially coated in soil and sweat,” 

                           He laughed lightly -- is that not what people usually expect?

                                                  “That is certainly who I am.”  】

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madonnaborn:

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       ❝  Mister Lowell, you can’t leave without accompanying me to the gardens first. Goodness you haven’t even told me how life has been treating you as of late.  ❞

           ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  A soft laugh passed his lips, a pleasant smile gracing his visage.            So rare a moment was it to not see tombstones every step he took; how rare            it was these days to distance himself from the cemetery, when so attached.

                  “Ah, pardon me, perhaps my mind is far too attached to St. Barrows.”

           Strange, as he thinks of his life -- as the only alterations was that he grew older.            It appeared as the days were all the same, yet he smiled - he did not mind.

                  “I cannot pretend it has changed. St. Barrows has treated me well all                          these years. I only hope to hear life has been as kind to you.” 】

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Queensbury Cemetery, West Yorkshire, England in January. X

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                  —⋯ ☠ ⋯―  ❚   haha! successfully put out greeters!                    but! i do have some more to write out, but my brain broke rn kinda                   so more greeters tomorrow! i will do long greeters if i notice someone                   does often write a lot, but if you would like to start off with small greeters                   let me know! or we can plot too!! attack my inbox or whatever i love talk                   to people and being friends, so attack me!! > u <

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          ⋯≺ hakukiozumi started following you  —-⋯

            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  William felt baffled as a few spirits approached, voicing their             dislike for St. Barrows most recent visitor. It was not the first, and would             not be that last time his ghostly companions would speak in disdain of his             fellow living beings, yet in this particular moment the two spirits spoke irritably             together, sentences utterly different. With this fact, words that were spoken             between them were incomprehensible. Easing his friends of worry was             certainly no trouble to him in the slightest -- hearing right now, however, is.              Though unsure of the man’s whereabouts, the gravedigger spoke openly still.

                       ”Indeed, I understand you do not like him -- however, did he do                              anything in particular? --Forgive me, I cannot comprehend                                         your words when you both speak at once.” 】

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          ⋯≺ vampirebund started following you  —-⋯ 

            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  Though free from duties as a blanket of stars coated the skies,             William continued to wander St. Barrows. Due to necessary tasks of the day,             he was unable to clear off the many tombstones of which he gave his word to             do so. However, it was not saddening to remain so late at night -- he preferred             the cemetery than to his own home, if he was honest.  Halting when he noticed             another, he tilted his head briefly -- she appeared rather young, and it was late.             Cautiously, he approached her, candle in hand. A kindly smile appeared.

                     “Good evening, miss. I am the gravedigger here-- if I may ask, are                               you quite fine? The hour is late, and the cemetery dark.                                                   Can I be of assistance to you?“ 】

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          ⋯≺  bountyman started following you  —-⋯ 

            ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  Grey clouds began to cover the darkening skies, a promise             of a storm to greet the night. Dismayed, William halted in his endeavors             with a frown. One could tell he was only half way through his duties, the             fresh grave still requiring at the very least, three feet. Exhaling, the grave-             digger retreated for the time being as raindrops proceeded to fall. It was             only at that moment emeralds orbs locked on the unknown man before him.

                        “Ah, do watch your step, sir. Once rain falls, the footpaths                                                 tend to develop unevenly.”

            William while concerned of the safety of others, did realized this stranger             could actually be of assistance -- and he could certainly help.

                     ”How rude of me-- Pardon me, could I be of help in any way?” 】

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          ⋯≺ preternatural-trifecta started following you  —-⋯ 

           ⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚   Laughter broke the silence that lingered in the cemetery, a sound            abnormal for a dwelling labeled as dreary; eerie, and sorrowful. Yet, among the            tombstones stood William, radiating happiness as he allowed himself to laugh            in pure joy under the moonlight. Surely, to passerby, he was indeed insane.

          ”--Jacob, my friend,” he began, yet the call of his name did not halt the dead             sea captain’s bellowing words of fury -- words only William could hear.                                “I beg you, stop -- this tale I have heard countless times,                                                yet you do not fail in amusement.”

          The laughter did not cease, just as the captain did not cease his yelling. Often           Jacob spun this tale, and the gravedigger was convinced it was for his sake, as           the adventures of the spirit when alive were of great delight to him.  】 

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⋯≺ ☨ ≻⋯  ❚  REVIVED — !!】

                 —⋯ ☠ ⋯―  ❚ Guess what adorable gravedigger is back??                  bby willie!!  I am super stocked to get get him back out there                  Because William is super special to me. I may have old posts                  some from yeeears ago, but this blog was only used so much.                    From this this post, and my promo post on, will be January 2018                  & forward! Here’s to, finally, a new year of writing & roleplaying!!!