Goes back to sipping her tea as if nothing happened.

Through the heart of my enemies— Oh wait wrong steak…

She gives zero fucks

Espresso Hours

#entropy I’m gonna be around way less because 1 like I said I’m leaving the country for a month and 2 I’ve been having a pretty bad time mentally and medically. I’ve been getting an increase in psychogenic seizures and chronic nerve pain (twinning with Zin🤪) and doctors don’t really know what it

“ɪ'ʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ.” ———————————————— #TVDRP #TORP #MVRP #FantasyRP #WitchRP written by #entropy

°:• 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎 •:° An original character crafted for various verses. Triplet brother of Rowan & Sage. The youngest of the three. Siren. 22. Fandom & era flexible. Written by #𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞. ♡ + ↺

She’s moving far away from the dance floor thank you very much.

|| Doing this later when I get around to figuring her out more

I’ll take it.

She’s observing…

Both parties usually feel very at peace after one dose. Each in their own way.

Sometimes divorce just isn’t enough.

Making a morning batch of L’Acqua Tofana if anyone needs anyone poisoned

|| serious replies are gonna be really slow for the next few days. I’m gonna cope with my impending finals deadlines by being a silly goose on the TL for a while

She found some roadkill on a dirt path. Don’t mind her bringing it home. She’s ✨recycling✨

|| all you non Italian speakers are gonna learn so many Italian swear words from marzi you’re welcome and I’m sorry

She has a message from the ancestors. The ancestors say “vaffanculo” [fuck off] :)

𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 Ⲏⲁⲩ𝓵ⲉⲩ Ⲙⲁ𝗋𝛓ⲏⲁ𝓵𝓵 ┇ 𝖥౿ꪱᜒડ𝗍ɣ 𝖠ᥣρ𝗁ɑ ┇​𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 ┇ N̲o̲ ̲M̲i̲n̲o̲r̲s̲ ┇ ᴾᵃʳᵒᵈʸ ┇ 𝗥T/𝐋ike?

She’s carefully tending to her datura patch this morning. If you hear her muttering under breath at any point, it’s because her ancestral guide, ‘Nonna’ for all intents and purposes, has some very strong opinions about her gardening technique.

#Newpin Not Joseph Morgan Writer is 37 years old , super friendly and approachable. Veteran rper for Klaus Gory themes. Only banter / Romantic moments with my shipped partner . Detailed that depends on the person I am writing with , I’ll only put in what you give me .

"Ι aм тнe Vaмpιre Leѕтaт. Ι'м ιммorтal мore or leѕѕ. Тнe lιgнт oғ тнe ѕυn, тнe ѕυѕтaιned нeaт oғ an ιnтenѕe ғιre -- тнeѕe тнιngѕ мιgнт deѕтroy мe. Вυт тнen agaιn, тнey мιgнт noт." ~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings) ~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat ~ MV/Selectively MS

🪄M姆êr †hrêåÐ ✨

She doesn’t know who this Freddy Fazbear is, or if his pizza was even worth the risk of finding out. But she’s pretty confident she’d survive a shift if she had to.

“Garou…piacere di conoscerla.” [Pleased to meet you.] She regarded the wolf with a curious gaze, setting down the mortar and pestal now. “Mi chiamo Marziella.”

She is observing the TL, sipping her cup of tea. There is extra if the reader wants some. Chamomile, to calm the nerves and aid with peaceful sleep.

She gave an unreadable nod. Of course he’d sensed the foundations of a spell she was grinding up in her stone mortar and pestal. “Sí, io sono una Strega.” [Yes, I am a witch.] She spoke plainly, her tone even. “And you? A wolf? Or a spirit? Or both…”

She lifts her head, following the sound of the voice. A slow nod. “Yes… why are you here?”

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘ “𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.” ♡ + ↻ .ᐟ ⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

No… (Unless it’s Nonna…do spirits count?)

She’s awoken with an image burned into her mind. A certain type of moss found only at the mouth of a particular cave. Nonna clearly has a task for her today…

|| #entropy’s italian phrase of the day: Che cazzo= what the fuck?

The feeling of eyes upon her was starting to get irksome. She looked up from her herbs, glancing around the area, trying to narrow in on the wolf’s precise location. “Che cazzo…” she muttered under her breath before calling out to the wolf “Are you going to say something?”

Marziella returned to crushing her herbs, though the echo of the wolf’s eyes lingered. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on her task in front of her to ignore the feeling of being watched.

She stares back, an even expression on her features. She let out a quiet hum as it disappeared. Interesting…

|| I will be around for silly banter only until I’m closer to being done with this paper that’s been the bane of my existence for the past two months

ꜱᴄᴀʀʏ ᴅᴏɢ ᴘʀɪᴠɪʟᴇɢᴇ.

Her eyes follow the trail of dust kicked up in his wake… …impressive.

|| Doing this later when I get around to figuring her out more

~ Muse Info ~

#Legacies This is a Roleplay account of Hope Mikaelson Daughter To: @callouslupine.bsky.social Adult writer who loves to write. This is a RP 21+ account and No Minors. Selective Replies. Possible Triggers Ahead.