#coolhatwitchinghour

[tom-lucitor-official]

coolhatwitchinghour replied to your post: [ text; ] what would happen if i just, like,...

[Text;] I found it. Also im not over there and I’m gonna down TEN I think

[Text:] Janna. How do you “FIND” the phone number of a demon?!

[Text:] Janna, please don’t do ten. Please don’t do one.

[seashell-necklace-blog1]

Detention Buds || Closed RP

Ah, middle school. A place where many new experiences were abound. For Jackie, one of these new experiences were skateboarding. It was a new hobby that she was incredibly excited about, but unfortunately she started bringing her hobby to the school and the teachers were less than thrilled as a result. After multiple warnings she was finally given detention, but fortunately she was allowed to keep her board.

Jackie walked into the detention room, the door closing behind her. She couldn’t help but adjust her peace sign necklace that she wore as she gazed around the room. “Um....hi...” She spoke up, gripping her teal blue board tightly.

@coolhatwitchinghour

[tom-lucitor-official]

Your petty demon friend || Semi-closed rp (I guess?)

@asfalis 

@coolhatwitchinghour (You’re gonna be in here soon ]:3c)

An unannounced tower of flame erupted from the top of Marco’s table. With a sense of urgency, Tom, brow furrowed, and eyes burning red, stepped through as the pyre dissipated.

“Marco! We’re hangin’ out. I’m getting back at Janna and you’re gonna help me.” Hissed the demon in his scary voice.

[tom-lucitor-official]

♛

“Hi, I’m Janna and I’m dark and spOOOoooOOOooky!” The demon said, half spitting his words, trying to make his voice sound like hers. In reality, it just sounded like Tom needed a lozenge.

“I wear a barf bag for a hat!” He said as he took a garbage bag from the nearby garbage can and placed it over his head, spilling the contents everywhere. “Did you know I can summon demons for literally no reason at all? And then I’ll yell at them on the internet about how they project their problems on people? OH! OH! OH! And I love John Parakeets and DEATH! I’m so cool and moody, but I stalk people because I’m sad about how cool and moody I am!” Tom said in a fit of irony and lack of self-awareness as he did finger guns. Clearly, the demon was still bitter about their encounter, despite recovering for the most part.

[tom-lucitor-official]

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OOC: Thank you. If it hasn’t occurred to you yet, I absolutely love your Janna. Your muse is written with a lot of personality. I’m glad you think mine is too.

[tom-lucitor-official]

dear diary

Dear doomed life,

Marco invited me over for a cookout thing. He thinks he’s a chef. I mean, he’s nothing compared to me when it comes to spicy foods, but he’s “good enough.”

Things went wrong, though. I got bent at the whole pepper cutting thing. Summoning my buzzsaw was a bad move, but touching my face was worse. I couldn’t see anything. Anything at all. It was some of the most intense pain I’ve ever endured. The buzzsaw kind of went into Marco’s counter and over my arm... Marco was so terrified I started laughing and offering handshakes.

I put it back on and everything’s fine now, but I’m not allowed to cut food in his home anymore.

[tom-lucitor-official]

((itsa meep))

OOC: I’d be surprised if you didn’t know about this band, honestly.