#tessitore

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

[labellatessitore-blog]

“I see bold accessories as a woman’s armour” ~Rachael Zoe

Make a statement with bold diamond rings from the Tessitore Fall Collection.

[in-sillyvision]

“I would hope not. I am an original to the best of my knowledge. My name is Moira, my good sir. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this place... its aura is most ominous. Are you sure you are alright here?”

“This old place? Guess I won’t sugarcoat it and say it ain’t the most friendly, but I’m perfectly fine!”

[rileydoodles]

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[ask-the-bartinder-blog]

“Whoops”

Send “Whoops” to my ask box, and my muse will accidentally send your muse a text that wasn’t meant for them.

Moira hears a chime, her phone seeming to light up with several notifications. They seem to have come from Grillby.

Grillby: Frisk 

         sent at 9:20pm

Grillby: Frisk what happened to the jewels?

         sent at 9:20pm

Grillby: *jukebox

         sent at 9:20pm

Grillby: yoogle.com how to fix jukebox

         sent at 9:25pm

Grillby: jukebox on fire what do

          sent at 9:26pm

Grillby: Ignore those last two, that is my bad.

          sent at 9:28pm

Grillby: Oh dear, that’s why I haven’t been getting anything back, my apologies Moira…I’ll ensure to check before I send messages next time

         sent at 9:50pm

Grillby: Ah…is there any chance you’d know what to do in this situation…?

         sent at 9:51pm

[thecorruptedhope]

"Don't chase the rabbit."

Ivan woke up in a blank canvas.“what...”He looked around, his vision still blurry not taking in the actual situation.Blinking a few times trying to get himself in a more coherent state.The guardian tried to move his arms but a sharp sting stopped him, he looked over to see his arms rammed through with spikes.Pinning him to an X with his feet dangling.He couldn’t tell if he was just numb at this point from being like this for who knows how long.“where...”“you’re awake..”Jury?He looked up and saw the small guardian in green.“how...”“I tracked you to this pocket dimension, idiot.”And with a snap of miss jury’s hand the cross vanished along with the pain.He fell to his knees and hands trying to register the pain that was once there.“Now that you’re free I need you to do me a favor..Follow me through this door.”Ivan knew something was off, this wasn’t right.After looking at miss jury for a solid minute through the silence he figured out what was going on.“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do that.”“and why not?”“Because the real Miss Jury smokes a pipe, you fraud.”Then the form shifted from the small guardian, flickering to a void black ghost.“Very perceptive aren’t you?”The memory starts to fade and flicker out.The echoing of a laugh at the end...

[chaoticringmaster]

"I wasn't aware we did favors for the lowest rungs of humanity now."

[witchboyclover]

tessitore replied to your post: lyn, balder, moira

“Would it not be strange to be Mrs. Clover? Then someone would be like ‘hey Clover!’ and then we would both answer.”

“We could hyphenate? That would probably be easier than being confused whenever someone calls out ‘Clover’! Although my name would sound even more pretentious than it does already...”