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He really misses Reficul. The fly boy just wants a hug. 

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            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

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            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

[mentedeus]

            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

[mentedeus]

            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

[mentedeus]

            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

[mentedeus]

            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

[mentedeus]

            “ Oh, what a tradgey, a terrible woe! The only hope of our society - what a blow!

                                         Has fallen dead strugglin’ against a terrible foe! ”

                                                “Ok, I’m going to call the ambulance.”

                                                                “PLEASE NO!”

independent dsp/hc/oc/extra multimuse. leviathan / koal / braxel 

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A qu for ivlis... you probably can foresee where this is going by this point. Powers returning somehow. Reaction. What would he do, that sort of stuff.

(( send as many questions to ivlis as you’d like !! he is a guest muse until my multi is up! ))

I honestly feel like Ivlis is so trapped inside his shell of self-loathing and pity, he’d spend a few days trying to work up some kind of courage first for his next actions. Obviously, he’d want to escape and make some sort of an impression that his captor has no power over him anymore- so he’d hid it at first and stay low.

Once he could compromise Satanick in a weak position, one that Ivlis could see him being gentle with him, Ivlis would strike quickly, and fast. Not to kill, he doesn’t want a God on his ass, an he knows he cannot take somebody like Satanick on when he’s still weak. He’d make a dash to escape, leave to his world, and tighten the fortresses around it. He’d build up power, and begin to plan his revenge. First, on Satanick, then, back to the Grey World to try once more.

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໒  ——— ❝ Achoo ! ❞

✧     Was somebody talking about him?

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hey to everyone reading! don’t forget to eat and drink, and if the thread i’m doing is bothering anybody or scaring them- i’m deeply sorry!! i promise i am not mean or cruel, and by far i do not condone fumus’s actions what so ever. rping fumus helps me cope with intrusive thoughts and things i’d rather not get into publicly! so i hope you all are doing okay tonight. hug ur angels.

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tenrita‌:

He doesn’t get that far.

(( GRAPHIC GORE. 16+ ))

✂ — — — ❝ I said say sorry. Not please, useless sissy. ❞

✧     There was no pleasure out of this. Fumus saw this as normal, day to day life. It was meaningless even to him! How satirical, perhaps it would give the angels closure to know that their God received some sick pleasure- that this was to fulfill a desire, and not out of sadistic boredom. Weaseling the scissors around his coverts, he heard the crack of another bone and the scissors twitched and struggled to cut through the flesh and marrow. Blood spewed out, first a strong spray, now a light drizzle as the appendage in his hands wept liquid. The quivering wing had attempted to escape the God’s grasp, only to harshly be yanked and cut into once more. This time, the blades sliced along the edge, slicing up the side and curling around. Perhaps he wanted to give the Seraph another wing.

✂ — — — ❝ If you drop the mug- I’ll stop. ❞

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tenrita‌:

“I’m sorry.”

He repeated it hollowly, stumbling to his feet when he was pulled up. He hears the warning and takes the mug, preparing for whatever was about to happen that would be an attempt to make him drop it.

He stiffens at the stomp, but keeps his grip.

Taffy would easily do anything for Olive. Something as simple as this… He can handle it. He’d handle anything for her.

✧     It was surely a good thing Fumus kept his scissors in his back pocket. Wasn’t too fun to sit on, but sure fun to use. Taking his tool, he hummed as he brought the weapon up to Taffy’s wings.                             ((GRAPHIC GORE UNDER. 16+))

✂ — — — ❝ Say it again. ❞

✧     Weaving the metal through the feathers, he could feel the skin underneath radiating warmth and fear. The pale white flesh twitched, the wings reacting to his gentle touch. Using his fingers, he first plucked a feather, and stuck it inside of Taffy’s mouth. Now, returning his attention to the scissors, the God began to slice and cut- a disgusting snipping sound along with the cracking of thin, hollow bones could be heard in the hallways. Fumus twisted and turned his fingers, digging his thumb into the flank of the wings, the softest part. Blood dripped down the other’s wing, the red liquid trailing down his secondary set of feathers.

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✂ — — — ❝ Ah. Alright. ❞

✧     He worships Justim slightly more than these beings, they still tend to bother him.

━ “Good job  F̶̢̛̅̆͋̇̀̈́̓̏ͫͤ̓҉̹̫̹͙̱͍͉̟̭̳̠U̶̧͕̭̹͖͉̳͖̳̜̩̱̍ͧ̆̈M̸̧̗̞̭͙͈̙͑̔͌ͬ̚͠Ǘ̡̼̙̪̥͚͍͋̏ͦ̆ͨ͒́͝͠ͅS̢̡̛͕̬̼̻̞͈̯̱͖͇̱̹͉͒ͬ͒̈ͬ̍ͧ̄ͧ̽͛̍̓̔!̴̨̖̣̟̯͈̪̩̹̲̥͊ͮͤ̌͗ͣ̓ͅ  I’m glad to see you’re just the way I like you!”

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✂ — — — ❝ Want to trade places, kitten? Hold your tongue. Lol. ❞

The angel holds up a banner that reads: Stop Taffy Abuse!!!

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tenrita‌:

The kick knocked him down, and the God’s weight on him knocked the air of out him for a moment. He sure did hate this. Then the coffee was literally shoved into his nose and he can’t help but flinch, gritting his teeth together before he finally responds again, voice hesitant.

“I-I’m very sorry, My Lord… please forgive me..”

He really wanted to die.

✂ — — — ❝ Speak. Up. Please. ❞

✧     He could hear the hesitance. Bad move, Taffy! You caught him in an off mood. Grabbing Taffy by the arm, he arose from the angel’s chest and made the other get onto his feet.

✂ — — — ❝ Hold my mug. If you drop it, the shards will be fed to Olive. ❞ 

✧     He started off simple and easy. Fumus slammed his heel onto Taffy’s foot, grinding down and waiting to see if the other would hold on. If he couldn’t handle a simple stomp- he wouldn’t handle what comes next.

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tenrita‌:

Please don’t mention her.

“I’m ver– HGH!”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the coffee being poured on him. God he hated that fucking smell. His stomach instantly turned, but he did his best not to show it.

“I-I’ll handle it…”

✂ — — — ❝ Excuse me, did I ask you to respond? ❞

✧     The God can tell the other is repulsed by the coffee. It only made Fumus reply with an evil smirk, kicking the angel in the side before sitting on his chest.

✂ — — — ❝ Ah. Didn’t even filter it properly. Apologize. ❞

✧     He scrapes out the coffee grounds, grabbing Taffy’s chin before pouring the remaining grounds inside his nose. Ow.