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#;tod #;farben #queue are going to die

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#;tod #;farben #queue are going to die

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#;tod #;farben #queue are going to die

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Do not       underestimate

                   my           r a g e ———-

or you’ll end up                                                DEAD.

#she doesn't get pissed very often #but when she does #oh when she does #;tod

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⌞☠⌝ — His thoughts were green in the white room, like plants fighting to break cold snow. They stroked her face and left a smell of surprise and calmness. Ready to face his death, it would seem. Yet, his soul was not ready. Not quite. It was close, very close, but it clung to his body, still. The machinery beside him started beeping manically. There it was; his heart stopping. It was a shame, Death noted to herself as doctors ran through the door. ❝In a few seconds, I will know for sure, darling.❞

He could see her — the strange, red-haired woman that he was certain he did not know. He should have been confused, alarmed, but instead he simply felt calm, and his curiosity overpowered anything negative. He should have been in pain, probably — he’d taken a nasty hit, and his body had simply shut down, unwilling to deal with the world any longer. Perhaps it was simply his time. But where would he go? What would become of him? He had not been a good person — but his intentions had always been what he had considered to be good.

He was aware that he was not awake, and yet he saw, and he heard, and he understood.

‘Am I dying?’

#it's 1000% your choice if he dies~ #claircouteau #v: the colors

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⌞☠⌝ — Her legs dangled aimlessly from his bed as she hummed a lullaby to herself. His death was not certain, but no wars were raging, and she liked the calm here. She might as well be ready for his soul, in case he did die. She was even visible, for the occasion. ❝You can take your time,❞ she informed him. ❝I don't mind sticking around.❞ She had nothing but time.

          [ he was in a car accident.            he’s been out for three days now. ]

#hellu! uwu this is a sideblog but i follow u from vxndenburg~ #claircouteau #v: the colors

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Dark Chocolate = My Kryptonite 

#;farben #;tod #queue are going to die

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⌞☠⌝ -- Oh well. It was probably too optimistic to believe that the girl would not notice her own name. Now came the time to convince the poor child that she was not dangerous. Dying was arguably dangerous for your health, but Death was neither violent nor temperamental. She just was. And in this moment, her heart even ached for the girl. Especially because she could hear Samantha's own heart beat. It was not particularly silent.

❝Relax, kid.❞ Possibly not the right way to convince the other that she was a friend. It sounded a little too much like the sarcasm people used so often these days, although she meant it sincerely. ❝I met you a long time ago, you wouldn't remember me.❞

█▐█▐ ;; { ✝ } ;;——

   There were times she’d wish to die, yes, but witnessing someone elses death right before her eyes was something that brought tears to crystallized blue hued orbs; sore throat, shaking hands, knelt down on the dirty ground. Every limb, every bone felt weak, but her clouded mind could still hear her name slip from the other’s lips——- It only caused her heartbeat to accelerate even more.

       ——❝ H-How do you know my name? ❞

#ahhhhHH thank you ;v; #right back at you~ #redtaintedhands #v: the colors

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n͝ot̕ ev̧e̴ry͡on̨e͢ ̛can̛ ̕ b̵e ́gi̕ants̵

⌞☠⌝ -- Their shoulders had brushed many times before, although only she had been able to feel it. The simultaneous disappointment and joy over the fact that his soul would not go with her, and instead burn o r a n g e along with his body, Death had experienced it many times. Eleven times, was it? And the fire was never the same, which was most likely the reason why she stuck around to watch the colors. Most of the time, he was surrounded by people. A few times, he was alone.

Now was not one of those times. No, this was her growing curious and demanding an answer. Obviously, he was no human -- at least not the same kind as the rest of them -- but what was he then?

Paying little mind to their surroundings, besides the fact that they were alone, Death wandered up to the man creature in question. ❝Doctor,❞ she greeted simply, having heard the title connected to him more than once. ❝That is your title, am I correct?❞

#drenchedinxblood #this got very long very quickly oops sorry i do that sometimes #t: not everyone can be giants #v: the colors #alt!fc

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  ⌞☠⌝ -- Of course, he did not know her. Death would have been more surprised if he did. In fact, he would have been the first to ever know her before she came to take his soul. That was not why she was here, though. It was not his soul she had come looking for. But she had not been able to resist the opportunity of speaking with him. ❝We haven't, actually,❞ she assured him with an even bigger grin. Cheerful as always. ❝But I have heard so much about your work, that I feel you are a friend of mine.❞ Her lies were smooth from the practice she had done the last... how many millions of years she had done this.

Upon hearing his name, the middle aged man cautiously turned his face to the red headed woman. he didn’t know her, but she appeared to know his name. And then she said it had been a long time and the words made Stannis utterly confused. He wasn’t so old that his mind would play tricks on him.

"I am afraid we haven’t met yet, Miss. Or that, if we have indeed met before, I cannot recall your name."

#xrightfulking #v: the colors

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+ memingxr

 ⌞☠⌝ -- C o n t r o l. She certainly needed more of that. Standing on her tiptoes, she awaited the unavoidable; the man a few feet away dropping directly into her arms. The color of the moment was blue -- or was it green? There was a fine line between the two, and Death cared about the difference. Perhaps, she did not care as much as she pretended to, for the colors were what they always were; a d i s t r a c t i o n. Something to turn her mind away from her beloved book thief, who was playing on the street; soccer, with a couple of boys, Rudy Steiner being one of them. Of course.

Invisibility was worn by her like a cloak, and yet Death yearned to rip it off and join the children, whose yells of happiness and competition were oh-so compelling. Briefly, she wondered if she had played with a ball, once, before she started collecting souls. However, her memory didn't reach that far. Perhaps, she should be glad. It was not always good to have an excellent memory.

Feeling her feet move even before giving the order, Death walked towards the group of children with light footsteps. The man would not die until a couple of minutes at least. Sometimes, she showed up a little early. Sometimes, it was not a coincidence.

Letting herself become more and more visible by each step, she finally appeared in the right second to trap the ball between her foot and the ground beneath. While she was aware that the whole group was looking at her -- or would be, in the next couple of seconds -- Death was only interested in one of them; Liesel Meminger.

❝Do you mind if I join?❞ It should bother her that she sounded a little too English, considering the world situation. But it didn't.

#memingxr #*loves on u a lot* #v: the colors

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⌞☠⌝ -- Eyes rolling at the human's reaction, she explained calmly, ❝I didn't kill him, Samantha. He was already dead.❞ Her name slipped Death's tongue before she could stop it. After meeting the girl so many times, it seemed only natural. In fact, Death had been a servant of hers a couple of times -- Ethan, the guard... Not that Samantha would remember, or even know that this redhead had been there through it all.

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   There was no heartbeat; there was no pulse, nothing but a corpse.

       ——❝ Why?! He did nothing to you! ❞

#omg ;v; #we need to do more threads js #on max's or death's account or bOTH #redtaintedhands #v: the colors

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 ⌞☠⌝ -- Oops. It had looked an awful lot like she had killed the guy, hadn't it? ❝My job.❞

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       ——❝ What the hell             have you done?! ❞

#hellu uwu this is a sideblog but i follow you from vxndenburg~ #v: the colors #redtaintedhands

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#;farben #queue are going to die

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☠ Indie rp blog for female!Death from The Book Thief. ☠ Sideblog to vxndenburg. ☠ Big flexibility when it comes to crossovers, AUs and general settings. ☠ Multi-everything. ☠ Always open for plotting!

#indie rp #the book thief rp #independent rp #w h a t h a v e i d o n e #;promo #;self promo

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⌞☠⌝ -- Impressed. That was the word, Death was looking for. Amused by how humans could sometimes surprise her with their poetic words, she answered: ❝That is true.❞

   Most people would question such a statement. Who sees lots of skies? Crazy people? Ameline didn’t care. “Every sunset seems better than the last, only to be put to shame by the next one.”

#xflourhandprints #v: arbeit arbeit