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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

“You most certainly are not.” Morgan was never one to beat around the bush, though she could come off as a bit rude.

She shakes her head when he smiles, taking the initiative and walking inside. “Spirit come on, we have a witch to focus on. Vacation comes after.”

Spirit deflates a little as his assertion of toughness is refuted by Morgan. He knows it, but still. Sometimes he likes to pretend he has any semblance of muscle and can’t be knocked over by a stiff breeze.

He sighs and tries to forget the terrible injustice, and follows her inside the academy.

          “I know, I know. I’m just thinking ahead."

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

“I think she can and will hurt you.” She narrowed her eyes. She was going to stay true to her word but when he took her hand and smiled at her… She couldn’t refuse him.

“Yeah because reaping souls is a very normal activity for a girl and her uncle.” She offered him a small smile and sighed. “Fine. But let me tell Kid first. He should be heading to the Death Room about now.”

          “Well, still. I’m hardy.”

He’s not hardy, honestly, he’s like a sentient stick of string cheese, but he doubts this shark witch will be any worse than what he’s faced before. Worse comes to worse, he’ll make Jaws puns at her until she begs for death.

          “I mean, to be fair, it is pretty normal around here.”

He then smiles as his victory is secured.

          “Great! I wonder how good the beach is there...”

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

“Spirit I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. Lord Death would have my head.” She sighed and took a step back, shutting him out. The window of opportunity was very quickly being shut, Morgan would have to leave soon.

“I’d rather just take my scythe and not risk it.”

Morgan steps out of his arms, out of his reach, and he can see her closing herself off again. But he’s not going to let her slip through his fingers so easily. Not now, when she needs him.

          “A little shark witch isn’t gonna hurt me.”

He reaches forwards and takes her hand, that wide smile spreading on his face again.

          “C’mon, let your uncle tag along. We’ll have some fun, reap some souls, it’ll be great!”

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

Soft sigh left her lips and she shook her head. “Of course I don’t. When have I ever had a say in the matter?”

His arms around her felt nice and she slowly returned the gesture, holding her uncle close. He could probably feel the sadness dripping from her. She was never good at hiding from him…

“We?” She asked, wanting to make sure She had heard him correctly. “Are you sure? Won’t Lord Death be a little peeved if I steal his weapon for a few hours?”

He frowns, and his hand comes up to rest on top of her head. He knows, better than anyone, that witches are dangerous, and they need to be taken care of--but can’t they ever bother to ask her whether or not she wants to do this?

Why couldn’t anyone see how it made her feel?

He looks down at her, and he smiles.

          “Yup, we. I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s a witch. He’ll understand.”

Besides, without him there, maybe Death can actually spend some time with his own son.

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

“Don’t mention it.”

His arms were open to her, kind and accepting. They always were. How lucky she was. She shuffled her feet as he asked about her father. That was always a whole can of worms to open up. A soft sigh left her lips.

“A witch hunt. A shark witch terrorizing a coastal city.” She explained briefly. Why the hell she got this mission she didn’t know, she couldn’t swim- but the chances of Hades knowing that were slim.

She pursed her lips and stepped into his arms, embracing the connection. She needed some comfort right now.

He frowns as she explains the mission she’d been given, because of course it was a mission. Of course it was a witch hunt. Of course Hades wouldn’t bother popping in for a Father’s Day visit. Of course.

          “Guess you don’t have a choice in whether or not you go, huh?”

She steps closer, and he puts an arm around her. She’s good at hiding it, but he can tell that she’s still hurting from that little encounter. Looks like he’ll just have to tag along for this outing.

          “Well, I was gonna invite you to lunch, but that’ll wait until after we go and hunt            down this shark witch. I wonder if there’s enough time for me to download the            Jaws theme onto my phone. Would that be too cheesy?”

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

Oh great he’s walking towards her. That meant one of two things, he got the note or he saw what happened with her father. Or worse, both. She couldn’t really handle Spirit being dramatic right now, she’d snap. But if he knew her, he already knew theatrics weren’t a good idea after being around her father.

His smile was refreshing. She paused and kept her gaze steady on him, shoving the scroll into her jacket pocket.

“Oh it’s… Its no problem. I just… Ya know…” She blushed. “Figured you deserved it.”

Spirit feels, as he always does, an urge to be dramatic and shower her with hugs, but he knows she doesn’t like that kind of attention. Especially not now. Visits from her father always leave her a little raw. So instead, he’ll just leave his arms open, in case she wants them.

Metaphorically speaking.

A little literally speaking.

He smiles at her, and wills the burning in his eyes to stop.

          “Well, it means a lot to me.”

Now time to address the elephant in the room.

          “So...what did the old man want?”

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

Morgan was resisting the urge to break down into tears. No matter how many times Hades insulted her it would always hurt. Why didn’t he want her? Maybe that was an answer she’d never get. Not like it was that important. She had Spirit if she really needed a father figure, Death as well if she stretched. It wasn’t like she needed her father’s approval… But damn it would be nice to get it.

Still, her head tilted back to blink away tears before they spilled over. She wasn’t going to cry and certainly not in the middle of the sparring grounds. She took a deep breath and looked down at the scroll. A low level witch, it probably wouldn’t be too hard. Just another soul to collect.

She turned to walk back inside the school, inform Death that she’d be out should he or more importantly, Kid need her. A few steps into her walk she caught her uncle’s eyes and offered him a little wave. She didn’t smile, she couldn’t bring herself to right now. Especially since she knew he had probably seen everything with her father…

Spirit stays on the outside of the sparring ground, watching Morgan for a few moments longer. She seems like she needs this moment by herself, a moment to collect her thoughts after whatever burden her father has just dropped on her shoulders. Because he knows that Hades never bothers to make social calls.

Selfish bastard.

He sees her turn back towards him, or more specifically, the school, and he returns the wave. He notices that she doesn’t smile, so instead he makes up for it with a wide smile of his own. He’ll always smile enough for the both of them, if he has to.

He meets her in the middle as she keeps walking towards the school, and he notices the scroll still in her hand. He’ll ask about it later.

          “Hey, Morgs. I really...appreciate the card.”

Don’t start crying again, Spirit.

Father’s Day

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morgandaughterofdeath‌:

Training was fine. It was always strange though, whenever Morgan sparred she drew a crowd. It was annoying, especially when her Papá was lingering in the city. She could feel his gaze from a mile away. It was so cold, turning her blood to ice. She froze, and with Maka being the incredible miester she was she was sent to the ground almost instantly.

The crowd dispersed and Maka helped her up. They promised to come back the same time tomorrow and the blonde girl was off. But Morgan new better than to leave, if her father had come out that means he wanted something.

His scoff was instantaneous. “I didn’t give you that scythe for you to be a failure. Shape up. Now try not to fuck this up.” A scroll with the details of a mission was passed to her. Of course, even on fathers day her father couldn’t find a nice thing to say about her.

It took longer than he’d really like to admit for him to gather himself up and actually leave his office without looking like a complete emotional mess. His eyes were still red and a little bit puffy, unsurprisingly, but that was something a little more easily overlooked.

Besides, he has a niece to find.

He may not be able to spend Father’s Day with his daughter, but he can at least take Morgan out to lunch. A day together sounds nice. So, he tucks the card she’d slipped under his door into his suit pocket, and goes to where he thinks she’s most likely to be: the sparring grounds.

It doesn’t take long to get there, and he smiles as he sees Morgan--but there’s someone else standing there. He knows who it is immediately; her father. He frowns, and puts a hand over where the card is in his pocket. He thinks of the note again.

He resists the urge to go give the god a piece of his damn mind.

Father’s Day

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Father’s Day had become a sore subject for the Deathscythe.

It wasn’t hard to guess why, considering the still very obviously strained relationship he has with his daughter. As much as he loves her, she never seems to notice--or she ignores it. And maybe he deserves it. He’s a terrible father, was a terrible husband. A terrible person--

He leans back in his chair with a sigh, and it’s then that movement catches his eye. Something slipped under his door. He can see the colorful cardstock from his seat, and his heart catches in his throat.

It takes him another moment to push to his feet and go to pick up the card. He’s half expecting to open it and see a long list of all his faults, every reason why the person he loves most despises him ( it wouldn’t make sense, he knows; Maka isn’t malicious like that. And yet, he’s afraid ).

But instead, when he opens it, he sees the familiar writing of Morgan, the other most important person in his life.

He reads the small note, and he reads it again, and he tries to read it a third time, but he can’t see the words past the blurring in his vision. He blinks twice, cursing as the tears fall on the card and make the ink of her note run. He quickly blots away the wetness with his sleeve.

He wants to save this card, so he can always look at it.

Father’s Day

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It wasn’t often Morgan showed her affection for others. Usually it was just sort of assumed or just not talked about at all. But there was one person she really did need to thank, so she went to the store and got a cheesy little father’s day card for Spirit and slid it under his office door.  Inside she wrote a small, but very heartfelt note.

“Thanks for being the closest thing I ever had to a dad. Morgs.”

After that she walked away from the office door just in case Spirit was inside, she was still shy after all and Spirit was known to make a scene. She had to rush to training with Soul and Maka anyways.

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"Happy pride uncle spirit" (since we had that little convo about pride) (Morgandaughterofdeath)

          “Happy Pride, Morgan!”

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aggression / sexual tension // @themaddoctorstein

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

He doesn’t remember how the argument started.

It happens a lot these days. Little words and comments that manage to build and build until they break and cause tempers to flare.

It doesn’t just happen with Stein. The revival of the kishin has been so terribly hard on everyone, and the stress of it seemed to have cut all their fuses a little shorter.

But it happens with him the most.

He had just come to check on him–Stein had been a no call no show at the academy again, and it had him worried. It always makes him worry. With how madness had been spreading like a plague, anything out of the ordinary could mean something…dangerous.

So he had come to the lab, to check on him, to see whether Stein still managed to hold on to his sanity.

He’s still not sure he has.

Spirit breathes out an annoyed sigh through his teeth, turning away from where Stein still sits in that stupid fucking rolly chair of his.

          “I just–this is serious, Stein! This isn’t something you can handle on your own           by going back to being a hermit in some creepy woods! I can’t believe you           don’t get this!”

His hands fist through his hair, a vain attempt to work out the frustration that’s boiling inside him, making him feel as if he’s about to explode outwards. It isn’t just the fight; it’s everything. The kishin’s escape, his own failure to be by Lord Death’s side, the dangers he knows are lurking around the figurative corner. Every one of them is another coal in the fire that’s burning him from inside out.

          “How hard is it to ask for help? How fucking hard is it to say, ‘Hey Senpai,’ or,           ‘Hey, Marie, I’m having hallucinations again and urges to tear my own skin open,           sure could use a group therapy session!’ Oh, but no, you’re too fucking pig headed           and stubborn to admit that you are fucked up–”

There’s the sound of something clattering to the ground behind him, and he turns in time to see Stein gaining on him. He only has time to gasp before suddenly the collar of his shirt is grabbed, and he’s yanked forwards, practically nose to nose with Stein. His hands come up to grab onto the one still gripping his collar, eyes blown wide with fear.

          “K-Kohai…”

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                                                   ❝ love is love ❞

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{{ hey guys !! it’s been a hot minute, huh? i’m really sorry about not being here, things have just been weird brainwise. plus a lot of my mutuals have stopped posting much so it feels like there’s not as many people here anymore

but !! that just means i need to find more partners !!

so, back here i am, with a brand new icon for pride month! with bonuses under the cut, bc i am absolutely incorrigible 

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Poptarts or toaster strudel?

          “Now this is getting to the heart of things. Poptarts, all the way! Unless           squeezing the toaster strudel frosting directly into my mouth counts.           Because that’s heaven.”

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