Will a hundred bucks be enough?

$100. She’ll even throw in one of her thongs

If ᴘ ɪ ᴇ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ. slips and breaks his head open, she’s not even going to use magic to fix him. She’ll just grab some sellotape and patch him up that way.

Asshole

Walking across the living room. Stops. Walks back a few paces. “Pietro?”

Walks over and gives her brother a hug. “I haven’t seen you in a long while!”

“You’re worse than I am. Popping in and out of this house.” She joked, looking at his shorter haircut. “I’m actually about to leave for the day and prep for the full moon.”

“Sadly, that’s what has been happening to the house. I tried to make sure it’s clean whenever I’m around.” Snaps her fingers and a paper appears in her hand. “I’m going shopping for season really nothing much to do.”

“…down, down, down the road. Down the witches road….”

•• MY BOY

“Oh… I died today. Thanks for remind me.”

No response. Insanely quiet. Not even a trace of her magic is felt. Only the unending depths of lingering doom and sadness

••• and I wouldn’t change a thing, hon 😘

R.I.P

••• I’m slowly moving everything over to the other app and keeping everything here as it as for archives.

•• Hello. I’ve moved all accounts over to the pretty butterfly app and will not be roleplaying here moving forward. Usernames are still the same over at the butterfly app. See ya!

She is here. Bothered and have a lot in her head

The congressman posting thirst traps?

Congress never actually kicked him off his seat. He’s still Congressman 𝘢𝘯𝘥 new avenger.

Yawns and pads around barefoot to the kitchen. Hopefully there’s still coffee.