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“I get the shop,” Molly began with a sigh, shrugging her back off to the floor and starting to yank off her jacket, “Bunch of fun stuff down there. But why sneak into my apartment, too?”

“This is where the bathtub is?”

And what a nice bath it was! Laurelai had particularly enjoyed the bubbles-- some of which still clung to the walls and ceiling. And the floor where she had tracked them behind her. And a towel or six.

She held up an electric toothbrush, clicking the button. It buzzed in her hand.

“What is this for?”

#v: Graveyard Ghoulie #|| L: hello i needed to wash the blood off of my everything. :)#secondhandmckie #|| Answered

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We Summon The Darkness (2019), dir. Marc Meyers

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Elemental Crystals by The Eclectic Mechnician

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Upside-down death spikes, like sitting on loaded guns, a chair with wooden legs.

vampire haiku (via sue-doneem)

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Memories Mixed media 2017 (Lic.: CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)

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Hi guys, I hate to do these posts but it’s an emergency

I need to get my rent paid. It’s already late, and because my work took so long in getting me started, I’m behind quite a bit and without options. I had enough, and then pending charges took more than I expected.

I need $200/$810 (hopefully by today) in order to make rent and be in the clear. I’m so sorry to ask this of you guys but I have no other resources, and I have nothing to give but my eternal thanks.

Please help if you can, or boost if you can’t. I appreciate you all!

Go to paypal.me/junicate and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

#|| out of blood #signal boost!

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Grinning widely, Laurelai tap-tap-tapped on Leonie's office window. In one hand, she held part of a Wanted poster. "May I come in? I found him!"

Startled, Leonie snapped around in her chair.

“Laurelai! How did you...? We’re three stories up!” She scrambled to open the window before the dentally diverse damsel could fall. “Did you *climb* up here? Get inside quick before someone sees you!” Helping Laurelai inside her office, Leonie took the slip of paper from her hand to examine it.

“Wait, wait... what do you mean ‘you’ve found him’? Do you know who this is?”

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Bewildered by Leonie’s fearful reaction, for she would not be hurt even if she fell, Laurelai nodded.

“Oui. How else would I reach the window?” She asked, stepping carefully into Leonie’s office. It wasn’t often that she was invited indoors, and for a moment she forgot the purpose of her visit as she took in her surroundings-- ---the squishiness of the carpet beneath her bare toes.

“Oui, I mean I found him. He is in my nest.” She looked at Leonie, tilting her head in curiosity.

“No? He looks familiar. Is he important?”

#missbarrow #v: Graveyard Ghoulie

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asoulofstars:

Riona took Laurelai’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “No more fighting.”

“Now, maybe you can help me figure out exactly where I am? You said this was your territory, right?”

She never knew where she was anymore. Leaving Muirin was needed, but the world was so much more vast than she ever imagined.

Not only did Laurelai not understand the meaning of truce, but the custom of handshakes were foreign as well. No one ever seemed to want to get close to her, which in retrospect was probably for the best as she tended to be jumpy.

Her hand closes around Riona’s, circling the delicate bones of her wrist. She does not let go; her grip cold and firm, her gaze directed at their joined hands.

[she has seen humans do something similar to this, when walking in pairs. Did it imply ownership?]

“Oui, this is the Cemetery, and these are my roses.”

With her free hand, she gestures at the old stones behind her-- half-hidden in the overgrowth of rose bramble.

“The Town is that way,” Laurelai pointed East.

“And that is our nest.” Her arm swings South, up the hill past the tombs.

#asoulofstars #v: Graveyard Ghoulie #|| L: .....friend?

asoulofstars:

“I promise,” Riona swore. “I cannot personally even hunt an animal. I will eat a deer or a rabbit, but I cannot be there for the hunting part. It needs to be meat before I can stomach to look at it again. I do not hunt children, either.”

Riona looked into the Llamia’s eyes, watching the way they glittered like the stars. It reminded her of silver swirls from an afternoon lifetimes ago.

“Truce?” she offered.

With Riona’s agreement, Laurelai relaxed marginally, though she wondered how the woman had survived for so long if she did not hunt for herself. Humans were one thing-- helpless creatures-- but this woman was not human.

Not entirely.

She tilted her head, a slow blink belaying her lack of understanding of the word ‘truce’. If it was a gift, she would accept it.

Laurelai held out one hand, palm-up.

“Quoi?”

#asoulofstars #v: Graveyard Ghoulie #|| {Her maker abandoned her in a shallow grave. It's just her and Victor (and sometimes Lu) now}

asoulofstars:

“How and why would we trade them?” Riona asked. “Faeries can’t hide their wings. Humans long ago kidnapped us and trafficked us for our magic. We went into hiding. We don’t want to turn the tables!”

Riona hoped this wouldn’t last much longer. She’d flown quite a ways, and her left wing, scarred and fragile, was tiring. She would need to land before long, and she’d be right back in the clutches of Laurelai.

“And, no, of course the stars didn’t warn me about you. It’s not like they can tell me the exact future. The future is not set in stone. There are infinite possibilities of what could happen, and possibilities are what make life interesting!”

“I don’t know! Maybe.. your babies are not as good tasting?”

Laurelai had to admit that there were gaping holes in her theory. She crossed her arms, staring sullenly-- suspiciously-- at Riona. She knew what it meant to hide.

[to be the last of her kind.]

In the darkness, her eyes glittered as if they possessed light of their own.

“Do you promise? I will not abide that kind of hunting.”

#asoulofstars #v: Graveyard Ghoulie

asoulofstars:

“What in stars’ names are you talking about?”

“I don’t hunt children! I don’t steal! I talk to stars. I learn about possibilities of the future. I try to help.”

Riona stayed in the air, not about to give this llamia a chance to grab her.

“Liar. The stars did not warn you about me!”

Laurelai might not be able to reach Riona, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try and continue the fight. Frustrated about this perceived ecological threat, Laurelai stomped one bare foot and clenched her fists.

“I know what you are, thieving fairy! You take the children-- trade them for your own, and I do not even know if I can eat grown-up fairies!”

#asoulofstars #v: Graveyard Ghoulie #|| {this whole misunderstanding is wildly unfair to Riona... but Laurelai just needs to be educated}#|| {b/c Llamia are ALSO victims of myth. See: snake ladies.}#|| {also i do feel bad for Riona cause lbr that's gotta be TERRIFYING}#changelings cw//

asoulofstars:

“Okay, no!” Riona exclaimed, jumping up into the air and sweeping her wings deeply so she moved upwards faster. “What did I do? What is happening?”

Laurelai missed the first attempt, and sprang into the air again as soon as she touched the ground-- wildly grasping for Riona.

Failing in that, she crouched on the grass.

“You will not be hunting the children in my territory!” She hissed, baring her fangs.

“No stealing!”

#asoulofstars #v: Graveyard Ghoulie #|| L: i have heard the stories.

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