Anonymous asked: "Oh! Movie and game nights are awesome! Have fun! I should really go next door and help my landlady plant her garden like I promised. It was nice talking to you, Sir!" Hanna waved and turned to head back to the house he'd come from, humming a hymn as he walked.
“Dear Lord, does he have an off switch? Maybe he’s from Minnesota,” Hart grumbled, recognizing the song.
It was amusing imagining ghosts and minor demons playing Xbox, though. That’d keep him entertained until his grave robbing tonight.
Anonymous asked: The young man smiled. "I moved in next door! I rented a room in the owner's house since I'm kinda broke a lot. But that's okay. God provides for me! Gnee! So yeah, if you ever need anything, just give me a holler!" :D Hanna's happiness would not easily be extinguished. Nope.
“Riiight. Well.” Hart gave a thoughtful glance off to the side, looking in the direction of his neighbor’s house. He’d thought it was too close, but the person living there had seemed old enough they wouldn’t bother him. This could be troublesome.
“I don’t say this often, but I apologize in advance if you hear anything strange.” He drew out the last word oddly, as if feeling it out to be sure it was the one he wanted. “Sometimes I have… guests over.”
Anonymous asked: Rejection didn't diminish the pastor's good spirit, though his smile was now a bit more understanding and not as naive. "Alright sir. Well, I just moved in next door. So if you ever want a friendly hand, please don't be a stranger!" ^_^
Hart’s expression went blank. “You did what?”
Anonymous asked: "Oh man totally!" The young priest gave a small laugh. "The devil will trick you any chance he get! He's the father of lies and all sorts of bad stuff! But he wraps it up in a pretty package to try and deceive people. That's why I side with God! He loves me and is amazing! Though, I don't get why people say he hates other people. That's not God at all. Anyway, I know I kind of bothered you at home --- Are you interested in learning more about my wonderful and loving God?" :D
“You never know. Maybe the world’s just worn some people down so much that they can’t believe in much of anything anymore. It’s not God’s fault.” Too far. This had taken a sharp turn and gone much too far. “As for you and me, a Sunday School lesson isn’t going to do me any good, so really, you’re just wasting time you could spend helping someone else.”
Anonymous asked: "The only thing that /some/ believe to be unforgivable is blasphemy. But that's just what some people think. Except, y'know. Jesus went on the cross to save us for ALL our sins! God might be disappointed in his children, but he still loves us. And if we're willing to accept the gift and love of Jesus into our hearts, he'll forgive us!" The red head was beaming, happy to be sharing the word of God with people. "I mean. It's not like you sold your soul to Satan or anything."
It was very hard to keep a straight face. This was just so… morbidly funny. It took no small amount of effort for Hart to school his face into something resembling innocent amusement.
“Right. It’s not like I did that. That’d be—well frankly, it’d be stupid, now wouldn’t it? Terrible idea.”
Anonymous asked: "Not new, persay. But he did die on the cross for our sins! And if you accept him into your heart, you can go to heaven! He's like having a really awesome Dad who loves you even though you're a total fuck- I mean mess up. Heheheheh." Someone had just graduated Seminary. And it was painfully obvious.
Hart gave him an amused look. “I will, huh? How bad can I fuck up, though? What if I did something really, truly, unforgivably awful? Hypothetically speaking.”
Anonymous asked: At the door is a 5'3, 110lb pound ginger with glasses. A Hanna. Dressed in a white suit. And in his hands is a Bible. "Hello, good sir! I'm Pastor Hanna Cross! I'd like to tell you about the good news of Jesus Christ." :D
Hart’s lip curled in irritation as soon as he recognized a Hanna. They always stumbled into his projects and messed things up because it was “bad.”
He threw in a raised eyebrow at the bible, creating a rather impressive expression of “what the fuck do you want?”
Hart wasn’t doing anything particularly pressing right now, however, and it’s not like he owned a television set, so he decided to give the kid more than a slammed door. “Good news, huh? I’d say that’s a relative term, but I’ll humor you. What’s new with Jesus?”
Anonymous asked: *KnockKnock*
Hart raised an eyebrow and tried to recall if he was having something delivered. No, not by conventional means anyway.
He went to the door, and without much regard for the peephole, he threw it open.
Anonymous asked: Wibbley Wobbley Timey Wimey ask (age 543): Has the stick come out of your ass yet? Or are you still a curmudgeon?
The old house—now an antique—sits on top of a hill, still in Newark. Of course, it’s not called Newark anymore. It’s New Newark, and is quite popular in children’s rhymes and tongue twisters. No one has the heart to tear down a historic site clearly over 500 years old, but it looks like a fire trap, so no one is willing to move in and try restoring it. So there it sits, a horror story illustration come to life, all gothic archways and mossy roofs with a deteriorating observatory in back.
Only a couple people have dared to set foot inside. They spoke of feeling the space close in on them, and pressure on their shoulders as if the house were bearing down on them until they could not stand to be inside any longer. What they have seen is enough: a fire appears to have gutted the building out, though as quickly put out as started, leaving behind half-charred books and shattered glass. Something happened there. Something there are no records of.
It is an abandoned skeleton overlooking a thriving city, remindingall who see it: ”Hominem te esse memento. Memento mori.“ Remember that you are but a man. Remember that you will die.”
Commissioned watercolor gifs; I think the Poe connection was unintentional, but there it is.
“Alexander, I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. I’ve been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two.”
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[[If Hart ever found someone he sorta liked]]
“That’s exactly what I’m saying: totally plausible coincidence.” Hart didn’t comment on the zombie child being found. It wouldn’t turn into a corpsicle, and the continuation of his research was all that mattered. “You named it Kiss This?”
“To match my other familiar, Kiss That.” Brianna chanted to summon her other familiar. A tiny dragon. It crawled along Blaney’s arm and huffed a bit of smoke at the necromancer. “So their names are Kiss This and Kiss That.”
“Now you just need Kiss My Ass and you’ll have a complete set.”
He became very interested in his book, though he couldn’t entirely hide his smirk. Finally he said, “You have no evidence I did that. Supernatural things and people wander into your shop all the time; it’s part of the business… Try to avoid it getting wet.”
“A zombie rat just happens to find it’s way into the coat of a huntress who scared off that little zombie child you stashed here. I found him, by the way. He’s got a home again. Kiss This, the rat, found him. Made the little rodent into a familiar.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying: totally plausible coincidence.” Hart didn’t comment on the zombie child being found. It wouldn’t turn into a corpsicle, and the continuation of his research was all that mattered. “You named it Kiss This?”