#purged

[bowlby4]

[baldintegra]

no idea if there are any other fans of james lee and the rest of his stuff. i am yet again catering to a dead fandom but i dont carrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[mintmint2]

Ohhh boy😔

Saw that post on a computer that wasn’t mine and nearly fainted

[darryscrow]

To that one comment on my first ever fic saying that "It's amazing",

you liar.

[splynter]

Me when I lore dump on discord servers instead of on tumblr

Anywaysss have two of Seer’s siblings! Their slugcat genomes were extracted from the same donor and they were both made before Seer and before the sinkhole opened up

They have lore that I’m too lazy to type out here, but just know they’re probably the only other scug survivors out of the -checks notes- 22 scug variants that Ending designed

[poetrythreesixfive]

Purged

Somewhere back in 1666, perhaps in Salem,

perhaps in some backwater Scottish hamlet,

there was a girl making soup over the stove,

stirring, dashing a little of this, a little of that,

quiet in her demeanor, holding the thinnest

of smiles upon her plump lips remembering

the sermon from that morning’s service and

mouthing the words to some melodic hymn

that she had been singing just two hours prior

when her sister, or cousin, in taking a quick

glance at her was instinctually reminded of the

image of a witch, or at least the popular version

of such as depicted in that bawdy Shakespeare,

and cried out! Goody Brown is enchanting the

soup! Goody Brown is enchanting the soup!

See! She is reciting a curse to scourge us all!

That is why there was mould on our bread!!

And a month later, Goody Brown was dead.

Taken and tried before a village terrified of

spells and magic, spirits and demons, but even

more fearful of each other, especially of that

most intractable state of being accused, for not

much else is required beyond a pointed finger,

a curled lip, a judging eye, and the noticing of

the slightest of improprieties, or hardly nothing

at all, and shame and torture and death beyond

imagining would befall you, and even though

your friends and family knew that you were

innocent, they feared defending the accused,

for to be in league with the suspect was only

evidence of your covenant with the evil one,

so not a word of support was uttered, and all

the homes were shuttered, and they took one

of their own and killed her for no good reason

and then smiled, satisfied, as they went to bed,

as all was better, for Goody Brown was dead.

[fieriframes]

[A close up of food. Caption: My herbs could have purged you of your anxieties about eternity,]