#poptartsandparlourtricks

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@poptartsandparlourtricks (demon!marlo)

Reeve’s first thought upon slowly regaining consciousness was relief, then confusion--relief because he was laying on something soft, and confusion because why the fuck was he?! 

The last thing he remembered was collapsing on a fire escape because he was dumb enough to try to go down twelve flights of stairs after getting his ass kicked. There was a chance he’d managed to get all the way down and back to his rented room, but from a lifetime of experience with himself, he knew that was unlikely.

As he gathered himself back to full wakefulness, his awareness slowly, cautiously spread outwards...and found the worst possible option, a mere dozen feet away. A fucking demon. Reeve immediately tried to get to his feet, and thanks to the beating he’d gotten last night, only succeeded in rolling off what must have been a couch, faceplanting into the carpet.

He hissed with the pain, but struggled to get up again anyway, already pouring what little healing he’d recovered into the worst of his injuries.

[bxrningbrxght]

❤️ this is like a day late but *rolls away*

Okay, firstly, I just want to say you’ve got an excellent sense of humor and, what’s more, you know how to translate that well into writing. Some of the excerpts you’ve shared from this year’s NaNo have left me in stitches.

Secondly, I love your art style? Just- It’s beautiful, and it’s obvious you have a great time drawing Marlo.

You’re just quality, my dude. Just all-around quality.

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@poptartsandparlourtricks (Vampire Marlo)

Kai was by no means starving, nor was the pack in need of a full hunt so soon after the last, but that didn't mean she couldn't give herself a treat now and then. Besides, she could always bring them some leftovers.

The man she had in her grip now had been willing to come along with her into the privacy of a dark alley even before she started singing to him. Foolish. Now he was all but asleep on his feet, putty in her hands, and not likely to put up a fight if she had just a nibble...

As she leaned closer into him to take the first bite, however, Kai paused. She had the sudden sense of being watched, and she didn't appreciate that in the slightest. She turned to face the interrupting stranger, her eyes glinting oddly in the faint light from the street. "Can I help you?" she snapped.

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@poptartsandparlourtricks

“I’m sorry, I hate to ask, but do you have change for a ten?” Ainelinn asked, her expression a pleasant mix of sweetly innocent, slightly vapid, and just a touch apologetic.The bill she held out toward him was, of course, not real, but he wouldn’t know that for at least a few seconds, giving her enough time to get clear. It was a simple scam that usually worked, especially on unsuspecting mortal boys. 

There were plenty of other potential targets in the area, and certainly less flamboyant ones, but he looked like so much fun, and that was a good enough reason to try, wasn’t it?

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@poptartsandparlourtricks

There were perks to owning your own business. For instance: not answering to anyone about anything. Unfortunately, it also meant that when you didn’t quite feel like keeping the hours you set for yourself, there was no one else to take an opening shift.

Mitch had barely started setting up for the day--and definitely hadn’t finished his coffee--when the door opened. “Good morn--” he started automatically, before recognizing the dark clothes and tattoos. “Ah, right. You again.”

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@poptartsandparlourtricks

As someone who spent a lot of time on the street, Sykel had an appreciation for street performers, particularly so-called magicians. At the very least, they were entertaining, but if they were good, she could spent an hour or two figuring out how to mimic them with actual magic--purely for her own amusement, of course.

Card tricks generally weren’t something she bothered mimicking--they weren’t very exciting, after all--but something about this magician caught her attention. The sensation was familiar enough that she stopped and watched the whole act, then stayed, still watching intently, as he began to pack up. “How did you do that?”

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@poptartsandparlourtricks

Diaval often liked to watch street performers when he found them, usually from the uncrowded vantage point of the trees and rooftops, and he was especially pleased to recognize this particular one. He watched the whole show diligently, and only when it was finished and the top hat was being passed around for tips did he fly away.

When he returned, it was as the remaining audience members were straggling off and the hat was on the ground in front of the magician as he packed up his show. Diaval landed nearby, took a few careful hops forward, and dropped in the coins he’d flown off to gather.

[pleasedontfreak-blog1]

It’s not what you think, @poptartsandparlourtricks!

≾⁂≿    She wasn’t supposed to reanimate things. That was the one word of advice her father had given her when she told him she wanted to be just like him, but different. But it had been too sad to see the little boy trying to wake up the cat as it lay in the street. Too sad to watch him cry. Too sad! Too sad and she couldn’t just walk away and let it be. 

   So she had gently told the boy “I know the best vet in the world. I’ll be right back with your cat.” and darted off before he could say anything and planted herself behind a bush and begun the process of bringing the cat to life. Unfortunately, her little hiding spot was not secret enough.

   “Uh-” Neel instinctively shielded the reanimated cat from Marlo’s mismatched eyes. It likely didn’t do her any good. She had no idea how long he’d been standing there, but based on the way he was looking at her, it had been long enough.

   “Uh! It’s... This cat was... In a... I’m an animal acupuncturist and I... uh-” The cat squirmed and chirruped, back legs flailing uselessly. “Found the uh, the uh sleeper spot. Yeah, sleeper spot.” She stood up and backed away. 

   “Anyway, it doesn’t matter I’m not licensed so maybe we should just forget this whole thing ever happened. Don’t tell on me, yeah?” She was ready to run, posture tight. The cat squirmed and her grip began to loosen.