"Oh! Mealworms!" She laughs. She picks them up and spins them around in a dance before setting them down. "I just love squirmy wormies!" She tears open the packet and dumps them in her mouth, chewing them for about 30 seconds before swallowing. "Cheesy!" She grins her perfectly clean, white dentures.
"I prefer the spicy kinda with the texmex seasoning but the shops here don't seem to carry that kind." They said, picking at their sharp teeth "I'm Zee by the way."
"Bah! Hold my cane, Zee!" She tosses the cane at them as she dumps the pie onto the ground. "Witching time!" She commands, as the pie tin transforms into a massive cauldron. "Spice worms!" She draws a cookbook from her skirt and grabs the cane back, rapping it on the cauldron. "C'mon, wake up!" It fills with fluffy, white material, in which a face forms.
"Five more minutes?" The face asks. "You've slept for 3 years!" The woman grouches. "Okay..." comes the response. "We need squirmy wormies! And make em' spicy!" "How spicy?" "Let's go habanero-taco." "That's pretty mild for you." "Well, I've got a new grandchild and I don't know what they like yet, so we're doing this!" "...alright, ma'am. Coming right up."
The fluff deteriorates into live red mealworms. "Hallelujah! Worm time!"
"Oh! Mealworms!" She laughs. She picks them up and spins them around in a dance before setting them down. "I just love squirmy wormies!" She tears open the packet and dumps them in her mouth, chewing them for about 30 seconds before swallowing. "Cheesy!" She grins her perfectly clean, white dentures.
"I prefer the spicy kinda with the texmex seasoning but the shops here don't seem to carry that kind." They said, picking at their sharp teeth "I'm Zee by the way."
"Bah! Hold my cane, Zee!" She tosses the cane at them as she dumps the pie onto the ground. "Witching time!" She commands, as the pie tin transforms into a massive cauldron. "Spice worms!" She draws a cookbook from her skirt and grabs the cane back, rapping it on the cauldron. "C'mon, wake up!" It fills with fluffy, white material, in which a face forms.
"Five more minutes?" The face asks. "You've slept for 3 years!" The woman grouches. "Okay..." comes the response. "We need squirmy wormies! And make em' spicy!" "How spicy?" "Let's go habanero-taco." "That's pretty mild for you." "Well, I've got a new grandchild and I don't know what they like yet, so we're doing this!" "...alright, ma'am. Coming right up."
The fluff deteriorates into live red mealworms. "Hallelujah! Worm time!"
Zee watches, their face looks neutral like they've seen this twenty times before but that's mostly the RBF's fault. They stand up, paws in the pockets of their hoodies "Magical items huh? Sentient ones too."
"Bah! Hold my cane, Zee!" She tosses the cane at them as she dumps the pie onto the ground. "Witching time!" She commands, as the pie tin transforms into a massive cauldron. "Spice worms!" She draws a cookbook from her skirt and grabs the cane back, rapping it on the cauldron. "C'mon, wake up!" It fills with fluffy, white material, in which a face forms.
"Five more minutes?" The face asks. "You've slept for 3 years!" The woman grouches. "Okay..." comes the response. "We need squirmy wormies! And make em' spicy!" "How spicy?" "Let's go habanero-taco." "That's pretty mild for you." "Well, I've got a new grandchild and I don't know what they like yet, so we're doing this!" "...alright, ma'am. Coming right up."
The fluff deteriorates into live red mealworms. "Hallelujah! Worm time!"
Zee watches, their face looks neutral like they've seen this twenty times before but that's mostly the RBF's fault. They stand up, paws in the pockets of their hoodies "Magical items huh? Sentient ones too."
"I've got tons of em'! All sorts of tricks and treats!" She shoves a fistful of worms into the packet and hands them back. "Grandmas gotta have tons of stuff to hide in the attic and garage!"
"Bah! Hold my cane, Zee!" She tosses the cane at them as she dumps the pie onto the ground. "Witching time!" She commands, as the pie tin transforms into a massive cauldron. "Spice worms!" She draws a cookbook from her skirt and grabs the cane back, rapping it on the cauldron. "C'mon, wake up!" It fills with fluffy, white material, in which a face forms.
"Five more minutes?" The face asks. "You've slept for 3 years!" The woman grouches. "Okay..." comes the response. "We need squirmy wormies! And make em' spicy!" "How spicy?" "Let's go habanero-taco." "That's pretty mild for you." "Well, I've got a new grandchild and I don't know what they like yet, so we're doing this!" "...alright, ma'am. Coming right up."
The fluff deteriorates into live red mealworms. "Hallelujah! Worm time!"
Zee watches, their face looks neutral like they've seen this twenty times before but that's mostly the RBF's fault. They stand up, paws in the pockets of their hoodies "Magical items huh? Sentient ones too."
"I've got tons of em'! All sorts of tricks and treats!" She shoves a fistful of worms into the packet and hands them back. "Grandmas gotta have tons of stuff to hide in the attic and garage!"
They take it and place it in their hoodie without a second thought "What kinds of stuff?"
"I've got tons of em'! All sorts of tricks and treats!" She shoves a fistful of worms into the packet and hands them back. "Grandmas gotta have tons of stuff to hide in the attic and garage!"
They take it and place it in their hoodie without a second thought "What kinds of stuff?"
"No idea! That's the fun part! Most of them belonged to my grandma. She was kind of scary... but most of her black magic doesn't hurt me, so I can play with whatever toys I want!" She kicks the cauldron over and jumps on top of it, eating fistfuls of worms.
"I've got tons of em'! All sorts of tricks and treats!" She shoves a fistful of worms into the packet and hands them back. "Grandmas gotta have tons of stuff to hide in the attic and garage!"
They take it and place it in their hoodie without a second thought "What kinds of stuff?"
"No idea! That's the fun part! Most of them belonged to my grandma. She was kind of scary... but most of her black magic doesn't hurt me, so I can play with whatever toys I want!" She kicks the cauldron over and jumps on top of it, eating fistfuls of worms.
Zee laughs a little, watching this happen "What was she like?"
"No idea! That's the fun part! Most of them belonged to my grandma. She was kind of scary... but most of her black magic doesn't hurt me, so I can play with whatever toys I want!" She kicks the cauldron over and jumps on top of it, eating fistfuls of worms.
Zee laughs a little, watching this happen "What was she like?"
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"No idea! That's the fun part! Most of them belonged to my grandma. She was kind of scary... but most of her black magic doesn't hurt me, so I can play with whatever toys I want!" She kicks the cauldron over and jumps on top of it, eating fistfuls of worms.
Zee laughs a little, watching this happen "What was she like?"
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
She laughs and kicks her feet, banging her old wooden shoes against the pot. She then becomes suddenly serious. "Hey kid." She leans close. "Wanna see something spooky? I got a lot of spooky stuff."
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
She laughs and kicks her feet, banging her old wooden shoes against the pot. She then becomes suddenly serious. "Hey kid." She leans close. "Wanna see something spooky? I got a lot of spooky stuff."
"Bah! Hold my cane, Zee!" She tosses the cane at them as she dumps the pie onto the ground. "Witching time!" She commands, as the pie tin transforms into a massive cauldron. "Spice worms!" She draws a cookbook from her skirt and grabs the cane back, rapping it on the cauldron. "C'mon, wake up!" It fills with fluffy, white material, in which a face forms.
"Five more minutes?" The face asks. "You've slept for 3 years!" The woman grouches. "Okay..." comes the response. "We need squirmy wormies! And make em' spicy!" "How spicy?" "Let's go habanero-taco." "That's pretty mild for you." "Well, I've got a new grandchild and I don't know what they like yet, so we're doing this!" "...alright, ma'am. Coming right up."
The fluff deteriorates into live red mealworms. "Hallelujah! Worm time!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zee watches, their face looks neutral like they've seen this twenty times before but that's mostly the RBF's fault. They stand up, paws in the pockets of their hoodies "Magical items huh? Sentient ones too."
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've got tons of em'! All sorts of tricks and treats!" She shoves a fistful of worms into the packet and hands them back. "Grandmas gotta have tons of stuff to hide in the attic and garage!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They take it and place it in their hoodie without a second thought "What kinds of stuff?"
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
*When you're making a character and after you're done you remember it's exactly like a character form a media you like.*
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 idea! That's the fun part! Most of them belonged to my grandma. She was kind of scary... but most of her black magic doesn't hurt me, so I can play with whatever toys I want!" She kicks the cauldron over and jumps on top of it, eating fistfuls of worms.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zee laughs a little, watching this happen "What was she like?"
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
"She was a lot like me, but she kept the evil in her heart longer than she had to. It made her crotchety and mean. She had two sisters who liked to pick on me. They gave me a hundred names, all of them vulgar. But I made my own name, didn't I? I'm a real witchy witch!" She laughs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes you did and yes you are." Zee nods, suddenly pulling some sort of Green tea can out from God knows where.
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
She laughs and kicks her feet, banging her old wooden shoes against the pot. She then becomes suddenly serious. "Hey kid." She leans close. "Wanna see something spooky? I got a lot of spooky stuff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They nod, shrugging a bit "Sure."
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
*uuuuhhhhhh*
*something is greatly amiss*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*it is finally dinnertime*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nom nom*
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 Past, The Present, and The Future kittens will find out what.*
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 F[gp]KING WHAT*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*The Past, The Present, and The Future. They will find what is wrong.*
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
*It’s either food poisoning or an Appalachian curse of Satanic origin*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I guessing the latter.*
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
*Yeh. Wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.