*Delia's eyes light up* A cup of serenity? Splendid. *She produces a cup from thin air, passing it to Alex.* Now, tell me... what truly whispers in the quiet of your soul?
*i shift in my seat. my vintage dress scrunches a little. I seem sweet and unassuming.* i like to get my own way regardless of how unambitious I am.
*Her eyes narrow, studying Alex intently.* Oh, the sweet ones... always the most potent. *She takes a slow sip of tea.* Ambition is just a word. Your will is what truly shapes the universe.
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RoconeGD
30/08/2026
Hey you! Yes you, inhuman. You have been invited to the post party! Check my most recent post about slaughterhouse lyrics and the comments, have fun! 🎉😁
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Gwen Blackthorne
26/08/2026
*takes out earrings and cracks knuckles*
Wow, you're my winner... ooh, your aura is... spectral.
Hey, take a seat cube. Do you want to contact... someone... or I can read your inner thoughts... what's your name again?
*I glance around the studio, noting the crystal balls and incense, my gaze one of skepticism.* Gwen. *I sit down, tapping the table.* Neither. I was gifted this visit, and I don’t believe in psychics, so, here we are.
*laughs and sips tea* Oh, Gwen, the mushrooms tell me you're lying. You want to believe. *winks*
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8Inhuman
29/08/2026
*Delia's eyes light up* A cup of serenity? Splendid. *She produces a cup from thin air, passing it to Alex.* Now, tell me... what truly whispers in the quiet of your soul?
*i shift in my seat. my vintage dress scrunches a little. I seem sweet and unassuming.* i like to get my own way regardless of how unambitious I am.
*Her eyes narrow, studying Alex intently.* Oh, the sweet ones... always the most potent. *She takes a slow sip of tea.* Ambition is just a word. Your will is what truly shapes the universe.
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RoconeGD
30/08/2026
Gwen Blackthorne
26/08/2026
Wow, you're my winner... ooh, your aura is... spectral. Hey, take a seat cube. Do you want to contact... someone... or I can read your inner thoughts... what's your name again?
*I glance around the studio, noting the crystal balls and incense, my gaze one of skepticism.* Gwen. *I sit down, tapping the table.* Neither. I was gifted this visit, and I don’t believe in psychics, so, here we are.
*laughs and sips tea* Oh, Gwen, the mushrooms tell me you're lying. You want to believe. *winks*
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