#sparkadream

— What makes you qualified to serve in my crew, mrs....?

" Did you make these yourself? Or were they purchased at Stylish Occult? "

Octavia inquires as she carefully examines the delicate detail of the doll, she had seen dolls like these before awhile back at her favorite store in all of hell after purchasing some new décor for her room, but there was something about these dolls that caught her eye that she had to get a closer look. Of course, she wouldn't lay a talon on them since they appeared to be rather fragile, not only that they seemed to talk in hushed whispers tempting her to touch them. She ignored their temptation before turning around to face Jack as she crosses her arms over her chest while straightening her posture so she'd appear a bit taller. She had wandered away from her parents on their family outing due to not wanting to witness onlookers staring in their direction incase her father made an inappropriate comment that would cause her mother to snap. So, when she stumbled upon Jack's booth the dolls he was offering as prizes caught her eye right away more than the game itself.

@sparkadream​ asked:  Trees devoid of leaves, replaced by snow. The bright sun traded for the silvery moon. But the shadows...the shadows of the dense but dead forest have always remained. A sniff to the air, warm breath mixing with the cold air. The innocent did not belong here. But then, no one really belonged here. A growl echoes around Sorey as a massive horned figure forms from the darkness around. Deep red eyes bore down upon him as the creature remains still, for the time being at least.

Sorey froze as he felt the atmosphere of the forest change. Malevolence? Here? He drew his sword in precaution as his ears picked up the growl nearby. Sorey wasn’t sure what kind of Hellion he’d be dealing with this, but he knew he had to face it. As the boy saw the figure stare at him he looked at it. 

      it had been a small amount of time since he’d been able to visit the junkyard, much to his great disdain. unfortunately, his humans had been trying to keep him locked in the house for some reason or another, but they’d soon let him out once he’d made life pretty much unbearable. he lived to be difficult, after all. as he’d swaggered into the yard, he’d immediately been fawned upon by his fanclub, and the attention had been greatly appreciated. still, he’d eventually been able to shake them, having to work a little extra harder to dodge etcetera. 

      finally, he’d caught sight of a certain magical cat, and he draped himself over a nearby car, scratching his back against the rusty metal for a moment, watching mistoffelees for a moment with significant interest. it looked like he was practicing. unable to stop himself, his words left him with a cocky grin, shifting his body to lie more comfortably on the hood of the car as he spoke. 

“WE PLAY AT BIRTHDAY PARTIES, weddings, school proms… Most festivities that need musical entertainment are fair game for the band,” not to mention their Youtube channel where they upload their covers and original songs the money from the internet side of things comes from Patreon -- fuck you Youtube. “Is that enough of an answer...?”

“Oh, may I help ye?” 

This was very odd. Senga wasn’t used to seeing others so far away from the village. Sometimes she would see people about. But normally they were looking for Ciar as they needed him to help them with something or wanted to talk business with him. If they were looking for her then usually they were more of a rush as they had some wound they needed tending to.