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rpg’s biggest issue? the gender binary
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the nyc commute grind reveals why adults pass out at 9 pm daily
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Started school so I'll be around less and less sorry folks love yall <3
really crappy post but im distracted by splatoon okay gotta get that rank up

also @HushedWhispers I suppose we should collab for the next post hmm? :D
|M O R G A N|
Street to Maryanne's Mystic Shop


The walk to the shop was, as Morgan did not expect, much colder than usual. She had completely forgotten that summer was long gone. Her eyes slowly scanned across the rather empty street before her, finding comfort in the familiar, dulled colors of the old buildings and creaky signs that hung above her head. The sidewalk below was red like brick, forming intricate patterns within the stone and, at times, dipping into fissures and potholes from lack of care. Morgan sighed lazily as the world around her moved idly, the shops and clubs that would normally be alive later on in the day now dead silent and still under the morning sun. New Orleans was known mostly for its nightlife, the jazz clubs with neon lights and the bars with oak stools and flaming shots. Morgan knew this, and Morgan knew that tourists ate it up, but she knew that it often took a toll on those working those night time parties. They must be beat after such a long night.

id hate to work at a club really

She swayed slightly as the street formed a four way intersection, and after thinking for a moment she took a right, glancing at her wristwatch with dreamy eyes. She still had a good hour before work officially started up, she could spare most of it for a conversation. Morgan adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder and quickened her pace. The street narrowed slightly, the buildings grow with height as she began to enter a much more populated area. People soon began brushed passed her, hands full of bags and food and materials. People, Morgan really didn't like people, especially strangers. They stare when they don't need to and ask stupid questions and sometimes they would touch her, even when she asked them to stop. Morgan shuddered as another tired-looking person bumped into her shoulder, though she felt her discomfort melt away slightly at the sight of her destination. Maryanne's Mystic Shop. Mrs. Hopkins was the owner, and her main source of comfort for when Morgan had her prophetic dreams.

The young witch entered the small shop slowly, nearly getting trampled by three rather peeved-off looking boys, and glanced around cautiously. The shop was relatively busy, as usual. Tourists loved New Orleans for two things; the nightlife and the supernatural. Voodoo became well known in America because of New Orleans, and ghosts haunt every street corner, or so they say. Non-believers and believers alike ate that shit up, and thus lead to the popularity of Maryanne's shop (and every other supplies selling shop around). Morgan slowly made her way to the front of the shop, allowing a small smile to meet her lips at the sight of the two witches behind the counter.

"Morning, ladies. How have you been?" Her hand tightened around the tote bag's strap and she tilted her head to the side, like a child would.
How about those VMAs tho. RIP Miley Cyrus all hail Nicki Minaj

Anyway, Haggis will probably post a collab for Az and Morgan whenever they can and Luce is sleeping till night sooooo I won't be posting for a bit a guess~
@Liriia

When Liriia doesn't reply to you


I'm here I'm queer and that clip made me laugh my ass off

Thank you lovely ;)
Luce's maids and butlers will most likely be dressed like this, probably to remind him of home or something who knows. If you'd like to be invited to a lovely gory party that'll happen at night IC, be free to find and recieve an invitation from the workers. The invitations will be vague, and say something like:

"Club Plasma is hosting a party tonight at 8 PM. You have been invited!"

The workers are oddly zombie like, with dull eyes. They rarely respond to anyone who isn't Luce, so they'll probably just hand you the invite and leave if you wish to get one~ I suppose only humans and vampires would be getting these as well (maybe witches? do vamps drink witch blood?)

I hope this is okay, Fortune!
|L U C E|
4660 Holden Hills


Soaking in a bathtub full of Lukewarm water while coated in blood wasn't what one would call, well, "hygienic", but after the night Luce had he couldn't find it in his tiny heart to care! His pale skin melded with the red tinged water, and as he scrubbed at the caked on blood with his knuckles Luce thought of the kill that had made him so messy. A grin had already began to claim his refreshed face again, fangs poking against his lightly smeared lips. The kill had been made just an hour or two before, on his usual walk home from the club. The boy had been young, perhaps just twenty or so, and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes. Like the ocean, so deep and blue, and they swirled nervously when Luce caught sight of them. He locked their eyes instantly, feeling his tongue tingle with excitement, and as soon as the boy froze mid-step Luce rushed forward, gripping the boy's arm tightly as he prolonged their gaze,

"Oh my, you seem a bit tired boy, maybe you should relax. I'll hold onto you~" Luce had remembered saying, and the boy's blue eyes drooped slightly, his mouth a gap and lost for words. Dragging the half-sleeping body over to a spot where he wouldn't have been seen was a bit harder then he had expected, but ultimately worth it. The spot Luce had chosen couldn't have been anymore, well, romantic. It was a clearing, hidden away by dying, summer-flower bushes and tall trees. Though the sidewalk was a mere hop away, Luce didn't have the strength to drag the boy any further. So, he positioned the boy to stand a bit straighter, tilting his head upwards as he licked his lips. Blinking once cut off the slight use of persuasion Luce had used, and the boy's eyes fluttered awake. Luce always like to see the true nature in his prey's eyes, seeing their fear or lust was somehow more delicious then the actual blood flowing through their veins! Besides, he wasn't exactly skilled with his powers, and even the smallest amount of use left him somewhat drained.

"Where, what? Who are-" Luce quickly filled in the boy's words with a kiss, holding him tightly despite the hands that pushed against his chest. Eventually, the boy's fighting subsided and he slightly began to return the gesture. His rough hands turned playful against Luce's body, and a smile curled at his lips between the kiss. His hand had drifted up the boy's spin, nails stroking his neck gently, and he pulled his lips away slightly, peering into the boy's unfathomable blue eyes,

"Maybe I'll keep you..." He had whispered, but at the sight of the boy's throat he couldn't help but lunge, plunging sharp fangs right into an artery. The boy froze, his body stiffening in shock, and then he fell limp in Luce's embrace. And Luce sucked him dry.

Luce blinked as the memory faded, and he found himself staring down at his willowy hands. The fake nails he had applied only a day before had already been broken from struggling to drag the body back home, and he was left with horrible looking fingers. How ugly. He'd have to fix them later tonight. Luce, after inspecting his body for any remaining gore, eventually stood up from the tub and wrapped his hips with a towel. A dull-eyed maid was waiting just outside the door, and he quietly told her to clean the tub and any other grimy thing in the bathroom before drifting noiselessly back to his room. The curtains had been drawn to keep out the morning light, and the room was just cool and dark enough to make Luce feel a bit sleepy. He sat down gently on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his wet hair before whistling towards his open door. A dull-eyed maid entered after a moment.

"We'll be having a lovely, bloody party tonight at Club Plasma, darling. I'll need you and some others to pass out invites and such. You should know the drill by now~!" He whispered softly to the maid, who merely hummed in reply. After a moment, she straightened her back, nodded, and went off to write the invites and tell the other workers. Luce fell back onto his bed once she had shut the door, and stared up at his canopy, eyelids fluttering as grogginess claimed his mind. Eventually, he found himself succumbed to darkness, breathing softly. Luce was dead asleep within ten minutes.
This is basically Luce's mansion, just less windows and a lot more black out curtains (also these images are mostly from one house. the styles were so different from room to room!). People might have to snoop around to discover his basement as well ;)

Shall I have Luce invite some delicious friendly humans and other party goers to the Plasma Club sometime soon? Or shall I wait for the rp to be going on for a few days IC?
Lmao double post
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