#spiritsession

[demonwebs-a]

Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him---

❝ AH - ! ❞

[chainedbychoice]

The night was damp and cold, in its deathbed, as a silver lining on the horizon promised the break of dawn and a new day. Curumë squatted next to the bedroll of his traveling companion, his expression settled somewhere between annoyance and concern.

"Are they loud, the spirits?" he asked, resting his head in his hand. "Your mumbling has been keeping me awake almost all night, so get a grip on yourself."

@spiritsession

[shdwtouch]

spotify wrapped || accepting @spiritsession got #80 The Village by Wrabel

❝ there's nothing wrong with you. ❞ she says quietly, softly, with one hand placed gently over theirs. looking to him with kind eyes, she offers a small smile, an attempt to be reassuring. she doesn't quite know what she is reassuring them of - often she found the shadows whispering to her, giving guidance and insight, sometimes prompting her to speak, as if to something unseen and unknown to her. but in this moment she knows she wants to offer comfort, reassurance. and she feels it in her heart, wills it into her eyes, her voice, where their hands overlap. because she needs it, and they need it, she feels. and who didn't ? ❝ its true. ❞

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠  。。。

             latest grave robbed: the magnus protocol 。

@spiritsession ⸻ ❝ I care. Not a lot, mind. Don’t flatter yourself. ❞ 

             PUCK  GRUMBLES  AT  THAT  ,   ❝ Wasn't gonna . . .   ❞

But whatever offense he took from the comment washes away quickly as he remembers what he wanted to show them in the first place. He holds out his hands, currently clasped together, before lifting one to unveil a little TOAD he'd found. 

             ❝ His name is Bootlicker. 'Cuz I found him on my boot. Hehe. ❞

[accultant]

“ who wants to be buried alive ? ” (This is not a threat directed at them--)

It definitely sounds like a threat directed at them at first - but Iago thinks everything sounds like that, so it's easily brushed aside and realized not to have been the case.

"If you're asking for volunteers, I'll have to pass," Iago replies, bowing their head as if to apologize. "Would be an awful shame to get all that dirt in my hair. There's also the matter of my debilitating claustrophobia, but it's mostly because of the hair."

[vicit-vim-virtus]

@spiritsession continued from [ x ]

With his head slightly cocked and his dark brows huddled together in rumination, he scrutinised the rather peculiar book, alien in design. As literature enthusiast, an expansive assortment of books had briefly been in his possession, but never one swathed skin...

‘Skin and actual teeth, it seems. Someone must’ve sliced a humanoid skull in half and pasted it atop the cover as ornamentation — creativity at its finest and... most macabre...’ Luran remarked, his gaze lingering on the smooth amethyst gemstones. ‘Oh, indubitably. I doubt many authors would create a book like this and fill it with innocuous nursery rhymes. What d’you reckon is scribbled on the pages the clasps keep so ardently sealed and obscured from us? Dark and sacrilegious rites? Lethal spells and cantrips? Infernal invocations? Curses? Ambiguous and convoluted incantations that could easily be misinterpreted and, when enunciated out loud, could eventuate in the end of the world, fire and brimstone? That sort of thing?’

Despite its obnoxious exterior, the elf was intrigued, and wondered what magic and power lay embedded within the bowels of this abominable volume.

[bloodtwin]

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@spiritsession sent: “so  apparently  the  ‘bad  vibes’  i’ve  been  feeling  are  actually  severe  psychological  distress.” // SOURCE: incorrect quotes generator.

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❝ . . . Need a hug or ⸻ ？❞ Puck pulls a knife from his boot & offers it to them. ❝ Sometimes I feel better after throwing knives at random things. ❞

[bloodtwin]

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@spiritsession sent: “goodnight  moon,  goodnight  tree.  goodnight  ghosts  only  i  can  see.” // SOURCE: incorrect quotes generator.

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Puck blinks, silent for a moment. Then he turns to them, one eyebrow arched. ❝ Well, did they say goodnight back ？❞