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[littlemissjuniper]

Juniper walked into the Hyena a jacket over her sweater, though she didn’t need it, she was wearing a lot of layers and while it wasn’t much it made her feel better to have the layers on. Walking behind the counter she tossed her keys onto it before turning on the lights, the register and then putting down her bag she dropped down behind the register, opening it to count the drawer before she started for the day. 

When the door opened again she was sitting with her head down on the counter, her face buried in her arms. Looking up she saw Mercy walk in- though- there was something different about him. “New hair?” she asked. It had been awhile since she’d seen him, though she had been running the shop in his absence. “Nice to see you again, next time you decide to go to the other side for months at a time can you give me a heads up? Not that I mind running the shop, but I don’t know all of the herbs and stuff. I mean I did my best and I researched them and had the guy from the flower shop help me out, but...” she shrugged as she sat up a little. “I dunno, I guess I missed you.” 

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[pcnnyhart]

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“I am not!” One thing Penny Hart had never been was a lightweight, at least, not for a Human. Irish, German, and a hint of Aboriginal Canadian, she had always liked to joke that she was bred to drink. Long before she’d ever left her city, she’d been the friend that could be five times the drunkest of her group and yet still the one taking care of the rest. In fact, most nights she was drinking her own drink and finishing her friend’s drinks as well, while still taking care of their sloppy asses. 

Scrunching up her nose at the idea of stinky blood on her, the staining she didn’t so much mind, but smelling was a no go. Brows rising as she watched him chew, her face was a mask of wonder and utter amusement, shaking her head as he healed as fast as he bled. “Ooooh, what other nifty party tricks can you do? I can do the Molly Ringwald thing with the lipstick, but that’s not as impressive. Oh! I can lick my elbow!”

[southernxwolf]

The Afterlife and Other Vices || M&Q

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“Man this place is fucky.” RJ observed to no one in particular, swinging his feet from his perch at the top of a tree, eating candies and letting the wrappers fall to the ground at his feet as they may. “First of all, I’m not gonna complain about the lodging, it’s absolutely fantastic, but the fact it comes with dogs and a small horse should have been brought up to me before. Second of all, There sure are a lot of fucking rules on this island for a place where you can literally own a human- Fair play to the folk who came up with it- Bout time, if you ask me, but really, I get yelled at for having my scythe out, and Peter, Paul and Mary are three feet away having hardcore athletic sex and one of them is totally thinking about just ignoring the safe word. But yeah, my sharp stick is a cause for concern.” He tutted, another wrapper fluttering down to the sand before he dropped a piece of the taffy itself, plinking harmlessly off the top of a stranger’s head. “Oy! Look out below!” He bellowed, laughing and clattering his wings behind his back. “Mind throwin’ that back up here? I really like the berry kind- If you want I can hit you with all these banana ones instead.”

Fresh air, time to do the things that she enjoyed. A few hours a day to not have to worry about work. Such easy promises to have made at the time, when she had been recovering from a scare and finally confessed everything from the safety of her boyfriend’s arms. But as it often was with Qhuinn, saying those things and sticking to them were two entirely different worlds. Even more so now with only two employees, one of who was sick themselves, in the middle of the holiday rush. She was truly trying though, and it showed that day when she decided to take a long lunch outside, instead of grabbing a quick sandwich while she updated patient charts or iced cookies. Even her lunch consisted of a pretty balanced diet, making her feel like quite the fucking grownup indeed. With Remus at her side, she walked along until she found a nice shady tree to take a load off under. Qhuinn’s dark head tilted as she got closer, and noted the ruckus and rain of candy wrappers coming from above. Her smile, when she saw Mercy, was impossibly fond. “Wouldn’t happen to have any chocolate ones, would you honey?”

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[svenxryder]

Moving On | Sven & Mercy

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“Two double vodka lemonades, please,” Sven asked the bartender as she slid into the booth at the Hyena, pulling out the thick wad of cash she just won from an all day gambling bend. She’d been behaving recklessly in there, winning and losing thousands in a few short hours, but she didn’t care about the cash, she needed the excitement and the thrill of gambling to keep her mind distracted from her realities. She only came to the Hyena for a couple drinks before she either went back to the casino or went home and picked a fight with Colton so she didn’t have to live through the pain eating away at her. She eyed the hookah briefly, tempted to return to her days of chain-smoking cigarettes with her friends on the docks when she was fifteen. “Mercy?” She asked as she saw the owner pass by, “Dumb question, but how do you use a hookah? I only ever had hand-rolled cigarettes when I was younger.” Would Colton get mad if she smoked? Didn’t matter, he could punish her if he didn’t like it, and she didn’t care enough to worry. 

[banbryce-blog]

[ ✉ → Don’t fear the 💀 ] Aw come on Merc. Please. I just..  I need something. 

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[berserkermagnus]

👀 + If you could be anywhere in the world, and have anyone there with you, where would you go and who would you take?

"The where is easy. I'd go home, to my family and my people. It would simplify a lot of things, having the leader of the berserkers in the same place as the rest of the Council. The who, well that's quite a list. Bumbles, Ophelia, Jude, Clara, Alexis, Mercy, Valentina, Noah, Elliot, Kit, Rowan, Juniper. I'm sure I'm missing somebody from Mercy's clan but they're invited too. Might be nice having the main house full again."

@opheliaxazarel @heyxxjude @clarawoodhouse @alexisxgrover @riggedmercy @valentinaxsantos @noahwrightx @pretty-boyelliot @kitthedragonslave @rowanxaubri @littlemissjuniper

[heliwrr-blog]

[ ✉ → Mercy. ] I could remind him, but I doubt he’d listen. Besides if you wasn’t paying attention to your scythe in the first place to let him.. as you say ‘ jack it ‘ then didn’t you bring this on yourself?

[ ✉ → Mercy. ] .. unless this is a euphemism for something else.

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[dhanilyman]

Worth the Trouble | Dhani, Stitches, Mercy [Storm Event]

Dhani had lost track of time, but it was getting dark. Laying face down in the woods at least stopped others from harming him for now, it seemed. He was bleeding from his neck, still, from the random vampire that tackled him. He was lucky that was all they wanted. He was lucky he wasn’t dead.

He pushed himself up, feeling light headed and weak, looking around. Things seemed relatively quiet, apart from the pelting rain and occasional thunder. He couldn’t see much. But he need to rest somewhere relatively safe. God, his head hurt... He leaned against a tree, stumbling, feeling sick. He’d lost a lot of blood this time. He couldn’t tell what time of day it was and looking at his watch he saw it was blinking. He took it off, hands shaking, and put it inside his bag, adjusting the strap so it wouldn’t touch his neck.

There was a house up ahead. One he remembered, but hadn’t been to in months, hardly welcomed anymore. If the rest of the island’s supernaturals were to go on, Stitches would be in terrible form, no doubt. Aleksey would be... well, would he give into the wolf? Or resist and just be in an awful mood? Was it worth the trouble?

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