Mauric is sweeping the hallway, getting rid of phase spider cobwebs.
Damian sprints over, and when he tries to stop he falls on his face, saying “Mauric! Mauric! OOF!” He stands up slowly, calming down “Mauric I have a kid, and they’re beautiful.” He seek with the pride of a new father.
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
"...next up is a story about a man who was deeply hexed by a broken shrine to a god of hair that he found in his office building. It was a hairy situation. Actually, whet happened was his blood began to bubble up and rot inside his mouth. The more he told us, the worse it got. As such, he will not be live on our station. He is currently okay, but had he not received medical attention when he did, he would have died. Special thanks to our favorite Bard, the Jester, for being childhood friends with the subject. The Jester is an avid listener to our show, and without his patronage we likely would not be able to continue our broadcast."
The thing possessing the Jester cackles “It’s good to hear that I have made enough of an impact to be on the radio!” They remember the story, and the body lets out a single tear for the person they were friends with, the true personality shining through with the tear.
"Speaking of our beloved Jester, we have a special message for him. Our special guest, who, as mentioned before, will not be appearing on tonight's broadcast, has decided to give him an early warning, which, of course, is why you tune in, isn't it, Jester? To listen to others' lives in danger? You should have expected this. We all expected this."
The possession looks at the radio with no surprise at all, cackling only more and more as they take the lute, the tavern suddenly growing silent as they begin to play something deadly, the heartbeats of every patron able to be heard, slowing with the beat of the lute, until he stops playing. Some of the patrons slump over dead, the mask smiles, and the Jester leaves the tavern.
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
Mauric is sweeping the hallway, getting rid of phase spider cobwebs.
Damian sprints over, and when he tries to stop he falls on his face, saying “Mauric! Mauric! OOF!” He stands up slowly, calming down “Mauric I have a kid, and they’re beautiful.” He seek with the pride of a new father.
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
Mauric smiles at the image. “How’s Saphuno doing?”
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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.
Mauric is sweeping the hallway, getting rid of phase spider cobwebs.
Damian sprints over, and when he tries to stop he falls on his face, saying “Mauric! Mauric! OOF!” He stands up slowly, calming down “Mauric I have a kid, and they’re beautiful.” He seek with the pride of a new father.
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
Mauric smiles at the image. “How’s Saphuno doing?”
He smiles almost wider “She’s doing great, almost unexpectedly well, but I can’t feel anything but happy that she’s fine.” He puts the image back.
The radio seems to be normal now, but she hears the noise in her head. "Welcome to TRAUMA FM, the only station that gives highly targeted premonitions of doom and reminds you that Jeremiah does not recognize the faces out the window, even if he thinks he does! That last song was for you, Kiko, to understand my personal investment in your glorious crusade to find a new body for yourself! The mortal form has many flaws, and I should know, I used to have one!" The voice sounds like a weirdly charismatic severe weather alert, the same voice that was singing the best it could a minute ago.
She seems initially surprised, but replies to the radio channel in her head. Her response can't be externally heard, though her new radio antennae occasionally twitch and adjust their position- she's moreso thinking with radio waves than speaking.
"As have I! Something tells me we're gonna get along just swell! Say, since it looks like we're gonna be cohosts or something similar for a while, I'd like to know your name. You know, get to know you a bit."
"Wonderful idea! My human name was Wallace Bucket, but I virtually never used it. Wallace died when he was forgotten, and I died twice after. It's a wonderful afterlife, wouldn't you say? Hey, here's a little trick I can do..."
Suddenly, she feels the radio waves flowing through her. She can feel everything within 1 mile of a random radio-wave-based device. Well, not feel, but there is no sense that mortals have that even resembles it. It begins to switch between different radios, and she can tell that this entity has had a long time to spy on people. "We can only use this for a short while during the day, so we should only use it when we need to. It is a preventative measure, to keep various monsters away from us and others. At night, we can use it whenever we need to."
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
Mauric is sweeping the hallway, getting rid of phase spider cobwebs.
Damian sprints over, and when he tries to stop he falls on his face, saying “Mauric! Mauric! OOF!” He stands up slowly, calming down “Mauric I have a kid, and they’re beautiful.” He seek with the pride of a new father.
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
Mauric smiles at the image. “How’s Saphuno doing?”
He smiles almost wider “She’s doing great, almost unexpectedly well, but I can’t feel anything but happy that she’s fine.” He puts the image back.
“That’s great. Where are they right now?”
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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.
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
Shade orders the same and gulps it down
Shot after shot, rounding up to around fifteen, she drinks them back with no hesitation.
Shade starts getting tipsy around her 23rd. "dink!"
*Guys, I just ordered pizza for the first time. Why am I this adverse to phone calls.*
(I am the same way lol)
*It's was so weird, dear lord...*
(lol. you want to continue?)
*Had to hype myself up to make a P H O N E C A L L*
*and yes :)*
Isaac is reading a book on suns
The cat is looking for Stroth
Xan sits in his lap, doing his nails.
Stroth is still in the floor, drunk.
He squeezes Xan's shoulder
The cat sits on her leg
Xan looks up "Yes?"
She nudges it off
he shakes his head "nevermind"
it cocks its head
"Noooooo, tell me." He likes his cheek.
"Go away cat.."
He sighs "it's fine"
it shakes its head
"Teeeeeelllllllll me." He whines.
"Yessss."
"I don't want you to worry though"
It sits back down on her
Xan kisses his forehead "That ain't an excuse."
She grumbles and rolls over
"I know"
It climbs back up onto her
"Then tell me." He huffs.
She rolls over again.
"gonna have to tell my client that I can't complete the project
It bats her
"Oh no, what happened?" Xan sits up fully.
She sighs "Okay cat, what do you want, I don't care for you nor like you but you are insistent about making me annoyed."
"it is impossible to do at the scale that they want it at"
it curls up on her arm
"Big or small?" He asks.
She sighs and takes it in her hands like a hamburger and sets it outside.
"small. this thing is designed to be massive"'
It follows her back in
"Ah.. I see the issue.' he nods.
She takes it by the scruff, summoning duct tape, and taping it to a wall.
"I can't make it on a small scale"
It rubs against her leg as soon as she turns around
"Yep.. well good for you knowing where your boundaries lie.' he nods.
She curses, teleporting to the corner of the room.
"I hope the client takes the news well"
It follows her over there
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
Shade orders the same and gulps it down
Shot after shot, rounding up to around fifteen, she drinks them back with no hesitation.
Shade starts getting tipsy around her 23rd. "dink!"
*Ma FWIEND (huggles)*
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
He shrugs, pretty surprised himself “Perks of marrying a rabbit woman I guess?!” He takes out a picture of the child, white and black spots all over, two demonic ram horns peaking out of their head.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
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
*How is you? (Snuggle)*
*I am supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.*
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
The possession looks at the radio with no surprise at all, cackling only more and more as they take the lute, the tavern suddenly growing silent as they begin to play something deadly, the heartbeats of every patron able to be heard, slowing with the beat of the lute, until he stops playing. Some of the patrons slump over dead, the mask smiles, and the Jester leaves the tavern.
*That's lovely :D*
*Indeedly-do.*
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
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
Mauric smiles at the image. “How’s Saphuno 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.
He smiles almost wider “She’s doing great, almost unexpectedly well, but I can’t feel anything but happy that she’s fine.” He puts the image back.
*Wanna rp?*
"Wonderful idea! My human name was Wallace Bucket, but I virtually never used it. Wallace died when he was forgotten, and I died twice after. It's a wonderful afterlife, wouldn't you say? Hey, here's a little trick I can do..."
Suddenly, she feels the radio waves flowing through her. She can feel everything within 1 mile of a random radio-wave-based device. Well, not feel, but there is no sense that mortals have that even resembles it. It begins to switch between different radios, and she can tell that this entity has had a long time to spy on people. "We can only use this for a short while during the day, so we should only use it when we need to. It is a preventative measure, to keep various monsters away from us and others. At night, we can use it whenever we need to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
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
*Oh of course! Would you like to RP with my character I was going to introduce tomorrow but I kinda want to do it now.*
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
“That’s great. Where are they right now?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Shade starts getting tipsy around her 23rd. "dink!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I hope the client takes the news well"
It follows her over there
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is on her 25th, continually drinking.
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
(can you cut that please Moon?)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues