smiling-cervidae

[smiling-cervidae]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  (a collection of winter themed prompts. Some are a bit shippy, and some are not!)  

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🎄 decorate the Christmas tree together

❄️ get stuck inside during a snow storm

🎁 spend Christmas together

🕎 celebrate Hanukkah together

🎉 spend New Years Eve together

🛍️ go Christmas shopping together

⛄ build a snowman

💝 exchange presents 

🌿 kiss under the mistletoe

🏠 cuddle in front of the fireplace

🌨️ have a snowball fight

🎿 go skiing 

🏔️ spend the weekend in a cabin 

👕 wear ugly Christmas sweaters

⛸️ go ice skating together 

☕ drink a hot chocolate 

🌲 hike in the snow 

🍪 bake gingerbread men together

🎅 stay up to wait for Santa

[smiling-cervidae]

𝐂𝐎𝐙𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of cozy autumn-themed prompts.)  

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🎃 carve pumpkins together

🍁 go to a pumpkin patch

🍬 go trick or treating

🧛‍♂️ go to a costume party

📺 watch horror movies together

🌽 do a corn maze

🌾 go on a hayride

🍎 go apple-picking

☕ go on a coffee date

🐎 go on a horseback ride

🍄 go to a farmer's market

🌰 have a fall picnic

🥧 bake autumn treats together (pumpkin pie, cookies...)

🍂 take a walk in the woods to look at the leaves

📖 read books while it rains outside

⛺ go camping (and tell ghost stories by the campfire)

👻 decorate the house for Halloween

[smiling-cervidae]

"Ah, but darling, in the entire history of the world in which we function, there has yet to be the notion of a moment in conjunction where the overlap of tragedy is not followed by comedy!" Alistair claims in a cheerful voice, before adding onto that statement, "You simply need have the right pair of rose-tinted spectacles to see it!"

ᴀʟɪꜱᴛᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ... ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘʏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴀ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ. ʜᴍ... ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ. ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ.

-> "ɪ ʙᴇɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏɴ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ... ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ?"

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴀɴɴʏ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ.

— ♡ @smiling-cervidae

*the mailman looked over. He doesn't recall seeing him around, but he does remember seeing various of his old bosses dressing like the radio host. He dosent recall the smiling man in front of him*

"No. I don't believe I have seen you before."

*he put the mail he delivered in its rightful spot and he was wondering who this was however.*

"But if you want to know I'm Stampy. Nice to meet you"

*he held a well calloused hand out*

[smiling-cervidae]

His growling only progresses further, not surprising since most demons can growl, they just don't. Alastor does it primarily as a warning, since he's otherwise hard to read. "Listen good and well, my dear, because you are testing my patience. I don't need your condescenslding attempts at 'fixing' or 'taming' me, so for your own sake, leave me to my own devices. You will be sorely disappointed that your endeavor turns up fruitless, otherwise."

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

[ Tagging, feel free to interact ]

@bartender-husk, @unknown-ultimates, @i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye, @ultimate-rider, @siempreminta, @love-is-in-the-multiverse (Alice), @queenofthecarrousel (Basil)

[smiling-cervidae]

"My word, awfully impertinent question, don't you think? What's brought this on?" he asks curiously, suddenly suspicious of what Lishu is actually seeking. After all, the people who believe life has a specific purpose are usually seeking something...

*While Alastor was going on about his business, a mail imp approached him with a letter from Lishu. When Alastor opens the letter to read its contents, it reads the following: 'Greetings, Alastor. It's been quite some time since our last meeting. If you do not mind, I would like you to accompany me as I walk the streets of Hong Kong. You are free to decline, of course. I will hold no I'll will towards you fro doing so. I await your response. From, Lishu.' Interesting. Lishu wants Alastor to spend time with him? He never seemed like the type. It won't hurt to go. Maybe this may be Alastor's chance to learn more about the mysterious shaman servant of death.* @unknown-ultimates

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪꜱʜᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

"Dear Lishu,

Although I am truly most pleased by your request and would rather delight in spending the day with you, I'm afraid you haven't enclosed a date, time, or location where you wished to meet. Hong Kong is a rather large place and a very broad descriptor, and as such, I'm uncertain where you would wish to convene.

Yours faithful,

Alastor"

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ �� ᴡᴏʀᴅ, ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀᴘꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴀɴɪꜱʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱʜᴜ'ꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜱʜᴜ'ꜱ ᴅɴᴀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅɴᴀ ᴛᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.

[smiling-cervidae]

"Oh! Is that so? You are, are you? Well then, I suppose, with all due consideration, you should probably keep those things on hold, hm?" he teases in a loving, gentle tone. He snaps his fingers, causing six pink and blue decorative candles to appear on the cake.

Hikari’s birthday (open rp)

Hikari is now officially 6 years old! She’s becoming such a big girl!

She’s now grown out of her toddler phase and into her elementary phase.

How will you make her 6th birthday extra special?

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @gorefieldsworld @welcome-to-random-characters-2 @cali-magnus-archives-girl @muses-of-the-memory @smiling-cervidae @onewallywithmanyfaces and everyone else

[smiling-cervidae]

"Come now, darling, you needn't be so worried! This is a yearly thing I partake in. It always serves to frazzle me just a tad!" Alastor says in a chipper, cheerful voice. Honestly, hunting and killing are such strenuous activities, it's a miracle he's still so cheerful.

"Now then, I have that little trinket you were promised for your king, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me," he says lightly. He has the love potion, Velvette delivered it to Niffty a few days ago.

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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[smiling-cervidae]

"I do appreciate the offer, Husker. Every mother's day, I go out and find a lamb and kill it as a sacrifice," he explains. Well, that totally doesn't scream 'psychopathic mommy issues' at all. But hey, at least he's appreciative of the opportunity to ask for some company if he wants it. Possibly, it traces back to him being a vodou practitioner?

He headed over to Husk, standing beside him. "If you've got a place in mind for us to go, lead the way, dear friend!" he chirped happily. Honestly, he's pretty chipper for someone who's probably stressed the entire fuck out today. Hunting in general, but especially when the animal was a juvenile, can take a huge toll on someone's psyche. Which means that being around Husk makes him feel less stressed, and thus less likely to snap at the jerk of a hair.

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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[smiling-cervidae]

"Mutton, actually!" he responds, changing the subject only slightly. So what he caught was some sort of sheep, then? Every year on this day, it's mutton. "Now then, how much is your fancy? And how do you like it done?" he asks. Before Alice, he'd usually eat the entirety of his catch—that's his curse in Hell, after all— but now that Alice is around, he tends to share the meals he catches, since when he goes out and buys meals, he'll just get her her own.

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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[smiling-cervidae]

"You needn't thank me, my darling... How could I ever not want such a precious little one at my side?" He would keep her safe always, even if it meant that they would inevitably be separated... Because in no way was her soul ever going to be damned like his was. He'd make sure of that, no matter what happened.

“Awasta!” Hikari ran up to Alastor, but tripped over her shoelaces and fell, getting a bump on her head. She whimpered and started crying

-> "...ᴏʜ ᴍʏ."

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪᴋᴀʀɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ.

-> "ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ... ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ?"

ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 1910ꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

[smiling-cervidae]

"O-Oh... Well, w-welcome to Hell, dear! S-Sorry this is the first you have to know of me..." he says softly, flinching when she takes his hands in hers like that. Well, that's a new one! Nobody had ever done that to him before, so he was understandably confused. "I-I don't know, these poor demons, th-they were just... m-minding their own business, a-and I... I..." He can't even force the words out, poor Clemence.

ᴀꜱ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏʙʙɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀᴄʀᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪꜱᴄᴇʀᴀ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ... ᴀ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ. ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ??? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ?? ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ...

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ.

— @smiling-cervidae ((Clemence!))

Dove perked up her head when she heard the crying, fearing the worse. Stepping out of the room, she cringed at the sight of the gore, but her heart began to break at the newcomer. There was something that threw her off though...

He looked an awful like a certain radio demon.

Slowly, she approached the blue demon, kneeling in front of him as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"

[smiling-cervidae]

"Well now, are you certain? I certainly don't mind sharing with such a darling~!" he teases, leaning closer to see if Lishu will give in or not. He does usually eat the entirety of his kill, but that's only because one of his many punishments in Hell is eternal hunger.

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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[smiling-cervidae]

"Husker, my dear friend! I come bearing good news!" Alastor says proudly, smiling proudly as Angel comes over and sits down beside Husk.

He chuckles lightly and bats the shadow's hands away, gently cupping the cat's cheeks and giving him a careful nuzzle. "Suga, you ain't gotta be afraid ta tell me these things, baby doll! I wantcha to be healthy 'n happy!" he says fondly. He's very bad at articulating love when it's genuine, but anyone who knows Angel well can say that's an acceptance.

Alastor laughs loudly. "Nonsense, you blushed like a buffoon when I asked!" he teases. Angel is covered in fur, so the average person couldn't tell. Neither could Alastor just by looking, since he's colorblind, actually, but one of his really unnerving abilities is that he can smell where the blood is moving to in anyone's body.

Husk walked up to Alastor with a nervous expression, honestly this was still embarrassing for him but he had to get past his fear somehow. "Hey boss... Can i uh... Ask you a favor? I know it's a lot to ask and you don't like playin' the middle man. But can you maybe... Help me with my confession to you know?" He hasn't really explained why he's asking something like this of Alastor in the first place and honestly he was looking desperate. He has been coughing up more blood along with the petals so it wouldn't go unnoticed for long anyway.

@bartender-husk

Alastor's eyes widened in unadulterated horror. No matter what Husk does, there will still be some trace of the blood, since it'd take literal days to wash out of white fur. Almost instinctively, he brought the cat closer with magic, using some of his tentacles to support his weight, figuring that the loss of the amount of blood he can even smell could possibly cause weakness in Husk.

Only after having that reassurance that Husk is at least stabilized, he finally speaks. "'Confession'?! Husker, are you daft?! That's hardly the issue that we need to be dealing with!" Alastor chastises, clearly not having connected the dots yet. He won't until he sees a petal or it gets told to him, either. In fact, that only serves to freak him out more, because the blood loss and perceived deliriousness is not a good sign in his head.

[smiling-cervidae]

"Hmm... How queer! Well, then let's find this golden egg together, shall we?" Carefully, he plucks the egg from the basket and plants it beside a nearby bush, still wanting to give her the satisfaction of finding it and opening it, herself.

Karen’s Easter Egg Hunt (open rp)

It was Easter at the local church and Hikari was very excited for today’s egg hunt. She heard the golden egg has a special surprise.

Unfortunately, Karen was picked to lead the egg hunt this year, which meant she put her kid before everyone else’s. This meant she gave her kid special treatment.

Anytime the kids would find an egg, she’d make them give it to her son.

After a while, Hikari found the golden egg. She tried to keep it away from Karen, but of course she saw it.

“Excuse me? You know the rules! Any egg you find belongs to my Tyler, so hand it over!”

“But hikari found the gowden egg fiwst. This isn’t faiw!” She tried to stand up for herself.

“Are you seriously being a selfish brat right now?! Greed is a sin and you will go straight to hell unless you give me that egg!”

“N-no!” She whimpered and kept the egg in her basket. Karen then tried to pry the basket out of Hikari’s hand.

Soon, Hikari lost her grip and fell in a mud puddle.

Karen smirked. “That’s what you deserve, heathen!”

Hikari whimpered and immediately started crying

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @gorefieldsworld @puppy-boy-toby @ask-welcomehome @smiling-cervidae @alyxdefoisnthere and anyone else who wants to join.

[smiling-cervidae]

He chuckles lightly, deciding not to press the topic again, and instead moves onto the next. "Indeed. Still... quite a shame. We were friends, at one point. Partners, even. Business partners, that is. Sadly, the path to fame is coated in betrayals and backstabbings. I had hoped he'd be better than this. Although, you know... now knowing that insect's affinity for drugging to force compliance, I can't help but wonder if that's part of it... Wishful thinking, perhaps," he muses. Honestly, it's a very valid idea, too, since if Valentino isn't above drugging Angel Dust, who probably does more for him than anyone else, it's not unreasonable to say he could do it to Vox, too. But the fact that Alastor even says this means he still cares about Vox, at least a little. It's difficult to suddenly stop caring about someone who was once your closest ally, after all.

He waves a dismissive hand, allowing a laugh to escape his lips. "Nonsense, you're speaking to a man from the Roaring 20s! Why, this doesn't even hold water compared to the real benders we used to go on!" Technically, he died during the Great Depression, which happened after the Roaring 20s, but he still would've been around for those, so those tendencies seem to have stuck. "Ohoho, don't tempt me! That is something deer are well known for, are they not?" Technically, that's gazelle, but close enough. Deer are better known for running in the middle of traffic and freezing like a statue when a huge motor vehicle three times their size is coming at them at an alarming pace.

Event: The cat's Birthday

Husk stood to look at a calendar, it was that day of the year again, he sighed and soon kept walking going to his bar in the hotel to stand there as he usually does.

Fixing a few of the bottles on the shelf before he stared off into the distance, he didn't really care too much about his birthday anymore when he was this old but maybe he could still have a good day.

@smiling-cervidae @slutty-spider-polka-pop @walking-in-a-spider-web @hells-ringleader @unknown-ultimates @anyone else (was supposed to be out on 4th May but mod was busy so here's a late event)

[smiling-cervidae]

It frowns and trills gently, as if trying to apologize for going a little overboard on the lecture. While it and Alastor share emotions 99% of the time, they don't necessarily express those emotions the same way all the time. Or ever, actually. The shadow is a lot more genuine and apologetic, and Alastor maintains his smile constantly and struggles with genuity, but shows care with actions rather than words.

It happily nods, turning its eyes into heart shapes to get its message across. Since it can't speak, and can only make vocalizations and select sounds, it has difficulty getting those messages across, but it's doing its best!

And then suddenly, footsteps start heading back toward Husk and the shadow. Time for the big reveal!

Husk walked up to Alastor with a nervous expression, honestly this was still embarrassing for him but he had to get past his fear somehow. "Hey boss... Can i uh... Ask you a favor? I know it's a lot to ask and you don't like playin' the middle man. But can you maybe... Help me with my confession to you know?" He hasn't really explained why he's asking something like this of Alastor in the first place and honestly he was looking desperate. He has been coughing up more blood along with the petals so it wouldn't go unnoticed for long anyway.

@bartender-husk

Alastor's eyes widened in unadulterated horror. No matter what Husk does, there will still be some trace of the blood, since it'd take literal days to wash out of white fur. Almost instinctively, he brought the cat closer with magic, using some of his tentacles to support his weight, figuring that the loss of the amount of blood he can even smell could possibly cause weakness in Husk.

Only after having that reassurance that Husk is at least stabilized, he finally speaks. "'Confession'?! Husker, are you daft?! That's hardly the issue that we need to be dealing with!" Alastor chastises, clearly not having connected the dots yet. He won't until he sees a petal or it gets told to him, either. In fact, that only serves to freak him out more, because the blood loss and perceived deliriousness is not a good sign in his head.

[smiling-cervidae]

The shadow chirps back at him, sounding even more worried and even a little defiant of the statement that he'll be "fine". But then it sounds a little sad, trying to show Husk how missed he would be, even without Angel. But honestly, we all know Angel would miss him the most.

The shadow gently scratches his ears, trying to soothe him and keep him from hearing, just in case the results aren't pleasant. But it cranes its own deer-like ear to listen, as well. Its expression becomes a happy smile, must be something good!

Husk walked up to Alastor with a nervous expression, honestly this was still embarrassing for him but he had to get past his fear somehow. "Hey boss... Can i uh... Ask you a favor? I know it's a lot to ask and you don't like playin' the middle man. But can you maybe... Help me with my confession to you know?" He hasn't really explained why he's asking something like this of Alastor in the first place and honestly he was looking desperate. He has been coughing up more blood along with the petals so it wouldn't go unnoticed for long anyway.

@bartender-husk

Alastor's eyes widened in unadulterated horror. No matter what Husk does, there will still be some trace of the blood, since it'd take literal days to wash out of white fur. Almost instinctively, he brought the cat closer with magic, using some of his tentacles to support his weight, figuring that the loss of the amount of blood he can even smell could possibly cause weakness in Husk.

Only after having that reassurance that Husk is at least stabilized, he finally speaks. "'Confession'?! Husker, are you daft?! That's hardly the issue that we need to be dealing with!" Alastor chastises, clearly not having connected the dots yet. He won't until he sees a petal or it gets told to him, either. In fact, that only serves to freak him out more, because the blood loss and perceived deliriousness is not a good sign in his head.