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Group shot of some of the characters apart of Six's coven!
A blurb of information below
Six (in the middle of the picture) is an ice witch who runs a coven in hiding as a business. In this world, mythical things are very real but must hide and avoid creating outbreaks lest they throw off the balance of things. He was raised in this hidden coven, who wishes to grow magic to being a larger force in the world once more. He has no name, only title. He doesn't know his own birthday, nor would he care to dig through the records for it. Instead, his close friends chose one and throw him a party to celebrate his new birthday!
I'm always down to hear questions about anyone in the picture or their world, I just want to avoid rambling too much!
Following his son into the shop, he took a look around, letting Tali free roam for a bit. Crossing his arms under his chest Lainn started over toward an interesting side not sure what he would find anything of worth in the whole place.
Now that Lainn was getting a better look as he closed in on the items that had caught his interest, he was certain there was nothing of worth. Reaching out for one random item, he paused when a voice interrupted him. Glancing over at the stranger when they brought up fighting for a pair of pants. He glanced away, considering for a moment, how that would go.
Sizing them up, he grabbed the pants and ripped them away from the other's grasp, holding them up to look at them more properly, “Too slow.” As the other started to explain themself to him, he narrowed his eyes on them, tilting his head, “Okay?” Great, a pacifist who couldn't decide to be one or not. Just what Lainn figured he always needed in his life.
Lainn bites on his lips, before making a small popping noise and leaning in a little bit toward the other, “I'm also a pacifist. But sometimes, some people need punched right in the jaw. The human shut off button.” Pulling away a little, he holds the pants out for the other to try to grab if they'd wanted to, before pulling it out of reach again, “Okay. Maybe. I'm not a pacifist. I'm actually an escalator of conflict. Since we are exposing.” He turned away leafing through more of these drab clothes, muttering under his breath, “I don't think you are a pacifist, either.” Probably because he suspected that most of the town was in a violent cult.
where: second chance thrift to: open
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being stuck in this town shaped prison put a limit on the amount of hobbies mason could half-heartedly start and stop when he got bored. but where there's a will there's a way, and he was in desperate need of some kind of distraction. ever since the storm there was a certain unease that had seeped into his skin, even more prevalent than it had been before. it was growing increasingly harder to sit still.
so he decided to go thrift shopping. there was a feeling of normalcy that came with sifting through racks of second hand clothing, even if the options were considerably slimmer than he was used to.
there was already a vague idea bouncing around in his head of how he'd DIY whatever he could salvage into something he wasn't embarrassed to be seen wearing in public. but the hunt was proving harder than he'd thought. cold and slightly shaky hands came up to rest on a hanger, his gaze raked over the item when he noticed the other person in his peripheral vision. " i'm willing to fight over these pants, " he was joking, mostly. " i'm usually a pacifist but desperate times and what not. "
I can Imagine how chaotic it would be in the car with all nine of the coven heads
Also Adrian would probably crash the car in a week
Im so fvcking tired rn
vitimir: hey mason what's under your hat?
Mason:
Vitimir: what the fu-
me and my friend gave the coven heads new names
N being in constant pain during M's romance is SS tier