Lamb: Whenever Narinder gets mad at me, I tighten all the lids on our jars so he has to ask me for help.
[sounds of glass shattering in the background]
Lamb: It hasn't worked yet, but it will.
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you are NOT annoying. i am in fact VERY INTERESTED and would like to know EVERYTHING POSSIBLE about the TOXIC YURI
have they ever consumed flesh.
IM GLAD YOUR INTERESTED!!!
they have not as in a unit, however gwen has tasted blood multiple times cause sometimes you know you look down at the new corpse in your basement and its all bloody still and you get a lil curious
anyway!! other info about them!!!
tess is a english major while gwendolyns a photography major so they dont have any classes together but strangely their lunches and breaks always line up no matter what
tess does NOT like gwens family at all and is very freaked out by them, theres a good reason why but tess doesnt know that yet so rn shes just going "oh the vibes are off here" when she goes over
first time tess experienced gwendolyns Weirdness was before they met! she went out to her university to find it was NOT there and had to ask around and kept getting confused when everyone said "no its always been at [other location] idk what your talking about" but she just chalked it up to wrong directions
also speaking of gwendolyns family, tess has gotten into a few arguments with her brother cooper cause he keeps lowkey stalking them on dates and gwendolyn keeps underreacting and saying its fine
gwen once made a comment about how she wishes tess' hair was a lil curlier and she woke up the next day to find it was curling a lot more, tess never brought it up cause it freaked her out
gwendolyn has a lot of polaroid photos of tess in her room! all candid and tess has no idea how she got them
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Throwing ghoul OC info into the void
(Art for OC can be found here)
☆ Earth + Quintessence ghoul
☆ Summoned in 1972 by Papa Emeritus I, who was 42 at the time. His "personal" ghoul, serves and assists him (they're also in love but shhh they've never actually admitted it)
☆ Love strawberries, they're pretty and cute. Wears strawberry and mushroom accessories + clothes
☆ No mouth, unable to speak verbally except for the words "uh-huh, oh, huh", general noises. Communicates through telepathy and hand gestures, makes squeak sounds when surprised and such. Body language is a huge thing for her
☆ Unable to eat or drink, which is generally okay since ghouls don't require those to live. Ghouls mainly depend on energy, the more ghouls in a room, the better to keep them feeling in good shape. As such, starlight relies on the energy given off by her fellow ghouls, so she spends most of her time with at least one ghoul. While eating isn't mandatory, it certainly does help out a lot with providing energy. So naturally, Starlight doesn't have nearly as much energy as everyone else does
- also why she's never been a band ghoul, paired with her fear of large crowds (and that she's rarely ever left the ministry, she did for primo's touring and that was it). She can play instruments, but too many factors that keep her from being as active as a job like that requires
☆ She has magic, one would think she has twice as much as any ghoul, being a mix of two elements, but no. She can't use it, as it drains a fair amount of energy (for the average ghoul). But her being her, it leaves her incredibly drained. She can't use it unless she wants a day or two of immense exhaustion and recovery (the early days of summoning for the Clergy were, not as great as they are today)
☆ Reciprocates for the gifts given to her by the land, she's part earth, so she's quite in tune and respectful towards the earth. She always asks permission (in her own ways, not verbally ofc) before picking plants and such, and listens to the earth. She understands how the earth takes care of her and those she loves, and in turn, she takes care of the earth. Working in the gardens, taking care of the animals in the surrounding forests of the ministry, etc
☆ Love rubix cubes. She fidgets with her hands a lot, so she always has one of those mini rubix cubes with her
☆ As I mentioned, she can play a fair amount of instruments. In fact, she's even helped with studio recording processes in the past! She's even learned each instrument by ear, reason which brings me to my next fact
☆ Starlight can't read or write, not English at least. She was summoned just to serve and protect Primo, so reading wasn't exactly in the job description. She does understand English, though there's a fair amount of things she doesn't understand, specifically slang. Slang confuses her to no end, it's like a whole new language to her. English was hard enough for her to learn
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💐 + mem perhaps?
A clock ticked softly somewhere in the cabin. Mem scrunched his eyes closed and watched the dancing colors projected on the back of his eyelids. He’d been waiting for some time now. Five hours, ten minutes, and forty-five seconds. That's how long it had been since Mori left. Not unreasonable, both of them were often out of the house for long stretches of time. This was different though. Mem could feel it creeping up his back and digging in past his ribs, wrapping around his heart.
Tonight, Mori had a date.
Which was great! Mem was happy for him, really! Mori had taken a fancy to the guardian of celebration, a man named Felix. He was a good guy, Mem had talked to him on multiple occasions. Can’t really avoid it with the whole ‘being alive for eons’ thing. He was charming, sweet, and knew exactly how to make any situation bright. No wonder Mori took a liking to him.
But despite all of that he couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why did he get to be the lucky one? Why did he get to love Mori like that and not him?
Mem sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He pushed himself up from where he’d been situated in the living room and walked to the closest mirror. There was one hanging in the hall, a full length one. Ornate and pretty old. Though it didn’t look the part. Mem couldn’t remember where he found it. Ironic.
The guardian took a moment to look at himself. Something he hadn’t done in quite some time apart from glances in fountain reflections or early in the morning to make sure his hair was mostly tame. Now looking at himself, he realized how awful he looked. Dark circles stained the underside of his dull gold eyes. They’d lost their shine gradually, or maybe all at once? For all he knew the spark went out the moment Mori told him he’d fallen in love. The baby pink sweater he wore, Mori’s sweater, was ridiculously oversized. He’d stolen it a while ago. It wasn’t uncommon for Mem to snatch some of his friend’s clothes. They were so comfy! Mem grimaced and took it off. He had a tank top underneath so it wasn’t like he was completely shirtless. But he’d been wearing the sweaters more and more as of late. He chucked it to the side and looked at himself one more time. All he felt was shame.
At that moment a fizzle sounded from the front hall. He perked up and scampered to the front hall, peaking around the corner. A petal pink portal swirled open, HQ’s courtyard was just visible past the ring of magic. Muffled laughter grew closer, some unintelligible words were exchanged, something soft and quiet, and Mori stepped through. Mem’s heart skipped a beat when he saw him, just like it had every day for the past century. But it plummeted to his gut when he saw the lipstick marks all over Mori’s cheek.
Bile curled at the back of his throat and he turned and ran down the hall. He didn’t hear Mori call after him, he just ran into the guest bedroom and slammed the door.
The guardian slid down against the door to sit on the hardwood floor. It wasn’t fair. Not to Mori that he was acting this way, upsetting him by not saying anything when he asked what was wrong. But that little voice said it wasn’t fair that he had to endure this, see someone else love Mori the way he so desperately wanted to. It was that ugly feeling that had Mem choking down a quiet sob. It was almost pitiful.
The past few months had been this same song and dance. Over and over, again and again. Nothing was changing for Mem, he felt like a stuck gear. Desperately straining to move but to no avail. All of this, it wasn’t fair to anyone.
But you know what they say about the 70s. It was pretty rough.
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