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I not gonna be a asshat Wait wait wait Magick? (Ooc: she's not familiar with wiccans)

@thotodorahamish Your a witch right? Does that mean you can cast a spell on me?

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Are you sure about that?

@thotodorahamish Your a witch right? Does that mean you can cast a spell on me?

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Oo,harsh

Kyle’s mom is a fat whore.

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(ooc) Florist maybe?

(@ all the people who I rp with regularly, who do you hc your muse to be when they grow up? I'm hcing Theodora to be the next Principal, for some reason)

@askkittylitter @yourlocalfrenchfriend

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@thotodorahamish Your a witch right? Does that mean you can cast a spell on me?

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Wrong blog again but this is the rp

Why do people do this? These cats are mine now.

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(wrong blog)

Why do people do this? These cats are mine now.

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Cat lady in the making?

Why do people do this? These cats are mine now.

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"did I just see what I thought a saw" mizu thought . Her hands were around her mouth in shock. she was not sure what to do . "please stop, don't hurt me!" She pleaded as She bowed in respect to the young goth.

Firkle Open Starter - Caught In The Act

The woods were oddly quiet that night, especially out by the cemetery. There was no caterwauling of frogs or the song of crickets, or even the rustle of wind in the trees. Everything was dead and silent, deafening to anyone in the vicinity. Springtime didn’t seem to stop the area around him from being yellow and crunchy like a November landscape, rather than an April one. Firkle honestly preferred that to all of this green and new life.

The bird pinned to the wooden cutting board before his altar struggled meekly. The nails driven through its wings, tail feathers and tiny little ankle bones kept it from moving. Firkle was going to have fun with this one. Pulling out his balisong, twirling it around his hand as if he had someone to impress, he smirked and drove the blade into the bird’s neck. Slicing it down the middle, all the way to the end of its body, he licked his lips as the blood pooled and flowed down its sides and onto the cutting board.

Say the words.

Edgar egged him on from the small, homemade tank built into the gnarled remains of a dead tree just to the side of the grand altar that, somehow, evaded most people’s notice.

“Nam tu quoque occidite. Nam me vitae.” The words became a chant, rising above the silence of the graveyard, bending and warping until they no longer sounded like the boy they left. He slit his palm, dripping it over the bird’s rib cage, before finally reaching in and snapping the bones. Okay, so this wasn’t exactly part of his worshiping of Cthulhu. This was mostly for him, and for the pact he had made with a being he could only call Death himself.

Among the unnatural, deafening bubble of silence, he heard sudden footsteps, and his oceanic eyes flashed from red to blue. Head whipping around, he caught sight of a figure just beyond the circle of black candles around him.

“What the fuck?”

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Dunno

+ a new player has joined to the battle+

Who are you and why do you exist within my vicinity?

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+ a new player has joined to the battle+

Who are you and why do you exist within my vicinity?

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I'm going to the raid

*meanwhile, over at Antarctica while Kyle and Cartman are stuck in the detention camp*

@askkittylitter @im-the-pride-of-the-marines @snowbound-little-town

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Guys can we all stop fighting

you know you want to jump my pasty bones look at me.  I have ..  amazing hair.    ladies love guys with great hair

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Open for roleplay and asks