Jefferson is humming 'Back in Black' to himself as he stands over a sizzling pan of bananas, expertly caramelizing them to perfection. The restaurant is buzzing with activity, as the breakfast rush is in full swing. Customers are filing in, eagerly waiting to be seated, while the staff frantically rushes around to take orders, refill glasses and serving food. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, sizzling bacon and sweet caramelized bananas fills the air, adding to the energetic and lively atmosphere of the bustling restaurant.
Belladonna and Simona, two mystics with expertise in the dark arts, are currently stationed outside and are offering their services to anyone who desires to seek blessings from the dark gods. These blessings are believed to bring good fortune, protection, and an overall increase in power to the recipient. Belladonna is dressed in light white robes, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and green eyes assessing people who stand before Simona, who is dressed in thick black robes and a halo of white flowers.
Angel, a fashion designer, is sitting outside on a cozy and sunny morning. He has a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a sketchbook on his lap. With a pencil in hand, he is meticulously sketching out a new idea for a dress, paying attention to every detail in the design. The soft breeze is gently blowing his short black hair. Angel is so engrossed in his work that he hardly notices anything around him.
Mauric approaches them, curious.
Simona watches, tilting her head. She smiles gently and kneels down (she is 7'0) "Hello dear.."
“Hi!” He says cheerfully. “Are you guys fortune tellers or something?”
She shakes her head and Belladona speaks up "We are voices of the dead.. Blessers."
“Oh. What does that mean? Can you talk to dead people? Like a… a… what are they called… a medium?”
"Somewhat. We are Oracles, Mystics, Magicians, or Witches. We work with the Dark Gods." Simona said.
“Which ones? There’s a lot.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*how are you doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morning:D*
*I got called a slur on the way to school*
*Now to murder whoever said it.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I threw a water bottle at them, was cathartic*
*by whom, where do they live, and what are their windows made of*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(who do I need to do highly illegal things to)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*just some random dude. Had that flag on their truck, and I guess they didn't like my rainbow shirt?*
*nobody rn, I'm safe now*
(if you say so)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Hazbin Hotel Hell's Belles is giving me serotonin.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I does*
(anyways who do you have)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*oooo, is it good? I haven't seen it yet :>*
*portal to Abyss*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh, heres:*
Rory is at the docks, feet hanging off the pier
Efflore is eating a hotdog in the town square
Aspen is making snowcones
*I have a headache :(*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*aww, I'm sorry :<*
*Can I help?*
*i’m sorry, hope you feel better soon*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yo yo yo*
Theren is trying to sleep off a hangover.
Phoenix is outside sleeping in a field.
Nick is reading in a library.
Ban is in the tavern, sitting in a booth while messing with his lip piercing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.