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Hello Ghost Fandom are we revived enough for me to return to this rp blog yet

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due to covid affecting my day job im gonna be focusing on commissions a lot, activity on a lot of my blogs r probably gonna be sporatic/ in spurts. But I just made an art blog so if yall wanna support me pls follow it!!! @omnieater . i might take requests there sometime as exercise too

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He   is   no   fool  ,   however   oblivious   neglected   pacts   may   render   him  .   He   needs   no   infernal   tongue  ,   no   forked   tail   to   know   the   man  (  ?  )   before   him   is   not   of   normal   circumstance  .   Eddie   has   served   them   well  ,    mended   more   coats   &&.   pants   than   he   can   count  ,   &&.   careful   eyes   have   observed  .   A   cult  ,   he   thinks  .   Satanic  .   Not   far   off  .

On   occasion   he   will   attempt   conversation  .   They   never   talk  .   It’s   become   a   game  he   grows   bored    when   their   attention   remains   fixed   on   anything   else  .   He   tends   to   hum  ,   then  ,   like   he   tends   to   do   with   silent   clients   to   fill   the   void  ,   drive   away   the   intrusive   thoughts  .    There   is   no   room   for   that   in   the   workplace  .

Snip  .   A   grimace  ,   a   sigh  .    He   inherited   his   father’s   anger  ,   the    heavy   fist   that   swings   at   slight   provocation  ,   lips   that   spit   insults   like   dragonfire  .   He   thanks   his   mother   for   her   patience  .

“   Ah  .   Perhaps   you   shouldn’t  .   ”   He   can   say   no   more  .   He   needs   the   money   from   this  .   “   Would   you   mind   returning   those   ?   ”

      MASKED HEAD COCKS, JARRINGLY (it was a miracle his neck didn’t pop with the severity of it). He hasn’t cut any more hair but his hands have yet to move away from Eddie’s so-meticulously kept head of it. It would be so easy to pull. Or to drive the blades into Eddie’s head entirely-- but Papa likes him. His demise wouldn’t be celebrated.

So he wont harm him. (A demon cant help but have a little fun, though)

Dewdrop lowers a fist, clutching a small handful of product-laden strands and holds them out for Eddie to take. The chrome mask is unmoving but the sheer air around Dewdrop is one of self-satisfied delight. He knows blessedly well that he wasn’t asking for his hair back. He thrusts his hand even closer to his face when no move to retrieve the hair is made, urging.

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Lord of silence Desolated one Vengeance is his

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Starter call!

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Starter call!

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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

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Whatever you taught me, I didn’t believe it Father, you fought me, ‘cause I didn’t care            

NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL

(non rp blogs dont interact)

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Who is gonna let Dewdrop be their personal demon . Who is gonna have a lil shit hovering over their shoulder telling them to be Petty and lake their ex's car

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   ��  𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉, tail flicking behind impatiently- “ Should I leave? “ It’s less of a genuine question than it is a jab made pointedly at Copia’s ego. “ You sound like you’re about to polish your ferula to some laundry. I think I should leave. “

Folds  his  arms  behind  his  head  and  stretches  his  legs  across  the  desk,      ❛  By  daddy  Lucifer,   it  feels  so  damn  good  to  be  me. ❜       A  wry  smile  tugged  his  lips  as  he  admires  the  new  vestments  that  dressed  a  skeletal  mannequin,    posed  in  the  corner  of  the  office.     Blue  &  black  had  NEVER  looked  better.

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     HE HAS BEEN STANDING STILL FOR FAR TOO LONG with only his own reflection to entertain him. Eddie moves about him studiously. Measuring here. Pinning there. The occasional comment being made in lighthearted attempts at small talk— but he should know better than to expect a Ghoul to respond. As much as Dewdrop would love to say something aborrhent and watch this pride's eyes WIDEN- the fool isn't apart of the pact. He can't, won't comprehend infernal tongue.

Just as he can't comprehend the forked tail flicking impatiently behind Dew. If he could he would truly understand the extent of his client's impatience.

Alas, Eddie has not a cue beyond his cold gaze and the thick tension in the air.

The appointment continues to drag on and Eddie is babbling about— something (maybe he's singing. Dewdrop has long tuned out by now) when something catches the demon's eye. Fabric sheers. Left conveniently on a little tray just within arms reach (meant for Eddie, but Dewdrop is small enough that even while standing at full height on a stool he can snag the scissors easily).

Slowly, Dewdrop curls devilish little fingers around the blades. He is sure to move as quietly as possible as he repositions the scissors in his hand for a proper cutting grasp without arising suspicion. For a moment or two he waits, assuring himself that the tailor is none the wiser before he begins the true challenge. His movements are measured as he lowers his knuckles to Eddie's head, opening the blades and slipping a choice chunk of heavily styled hair between them—

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Starter call!!!! Expect me to pop in for brief plotting tho

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Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care            

NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL. NAMELESS GHOUL

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PAPA COPIA!!!!!

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fat reminder that this is a roleplay blog that does not interact with non - rp blogs. I will be going through and blocking a shit ton of personals today

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     ❛      what  do  you  —-            what  do  you  have  in  your  mouth  ?!       ❜  

    𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖘! 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖙! Dewdrop freezes, looking briefly like a deer - in - headlights before he snaps to life and ducks behind the nearest piece of furniture. Judging by the sound of it ( horrifically audible from even the other side of the room ) --- the demon's midday snack can't be anything less than DICE or GLASS. “ No’hing!! “ He swears. Such a liar.