#spllcat

[screwhope]

@spllcat ▐ ❛ can you help him ? ❜ there's pure concern in the sherrif's face as she stands beside the exam table , hands holding on to the metal edge until her knuckles are white. THE DOG HAD COME OUT OF NO WHERE ; she had time to react , much less swerve. the only thing she could think to do was bring him to the shelter where david worked -- see if the vet could help. she's never taken care of an animal before ; never had time or stability or even the chance to have a pet , so it's her first time in a shelter all together -------- the whining animals were really unnerving. ❛ please say you can. it doesn't matter what it costs --- ❜

[carnivorare]

@spllcat wanted a starter !! //

it was so rare moby sought help, but it was even rarer that something she ate didn't sit well with her. she supposes it has to happen every once in a while. perhaps she should be more careful to pick her targets when it came to the undead variety--- someone not SO FAR ALONG passed their expiration date. or at least, someone with live blood coursing through their system, not running on empty.

she entered the shop, immediately seeking out the counter and looking paler than she should. it took a surprising amount of self restraint not to splinter the counter when she gripped it, fighting for composure less she wound her pride. "good evening--- something for upset stomach?" something she could quickly absorb to reap the benefits. she hardly noticed the attendant's scent, the familiarity of another kindred species among her stress. "please." she was sweating!

[singersalvaged]

@spllcat liked and is getting somethin' feelsy

"You know, I'm getting damn well tired of dying." Such things could only be said after being brought back twice, still low in numbers compared to her hunting partners. Perhaps the words could have been taken humorously if it wasn't for the fact her face held lyrical melancholy. The type is seen in movies, music videos, and television. The kind of sadness that others could only imitate, though never embody wholely.

In that frail, fragile state - she was a representation of premature loss. A human personification of a weeping willow tree.

[angelparadox]

we've gotta stop meeting like this.

"i'm startin' to think you're following me," Kaz says, lips upturned into a smile. he obviously doesn't believe that, but the coincidences are uncanny. they're not sure how many times he's going to run into him, but hey, do you see Kaz complaining? not really. they do enjoy seeing a familiar face, even if it is in a peculiar predicament. "what are you doing here?" they ask, holding up a book. "personally, i like'ta read when 'm not performing."

@spllcat

[guil0tine]

he   takes   a   few   seconds   to   consider   the   options   .   would   an   easy   yes   satisfy   him   ?   would   it   really   give   him   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳   .   .   .   would   it   ,   if   really   he   just   wanted   to   argue   ,   argue   ,   argue   ?   glim   returns   to   his   eye   when   baby   blue   hues   find   his   face   again   .   ❝   probably   not   .   but   it’s   worth   a   shot   ,   big   boy   .   ❞   nudge   to   the   other   one’s   shoulder   ,   shit eating   grin   on   the   face   of   the   demon   .   ❝   so   ?   gon’   agree   ?   ❞   

❝   if   i   say   yes   ,   will   you   shut   up   ?   ❞   @spllcat

[neverwilting]

‘ a knife? are you flirting with me? ’ asked @spllcat.

" can't i simply be happy to see you? " ophelia joked back to the other, the elaborate dagger still pointed his way. it's handle was golden with what seemed like amethyst and crystal jewels encrusted within it, and the silver blade was clean and clearly unused in battle. ophelia loved every second of wielding it

alas, it wouldn't do to threaten ely with it any longer ( albeit in jest ) and she pointed the dagger away. it glinted in the light and she felt the unknown magic vibrating ever so slightly in the air. ophelia had gone through a great deal to acquire this magical weapon.

" you must help me name it. " she said with a triumphant smile. " it feels so powerful. perhaps possibly getting cursed was worth it after all? "

[yemaenja]

(   𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔.  )    //     @spllcat​

    ❝    i    really    don’t    know    𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉    𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕    𝒚𝒖𝒍𝒆,   but    i    made    these    in    case    you’d    like    to    decorate    a    tree.    ❞    the    mermaid    proudly    hands    the    warlock    a    box    with    a    few    handmade    pentagram    ornaments.    they    were    quite    simple,    made    out    of    wooden    sticks    and    crochet,    yet    she    wholeheartedly    hoped    𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒅    𝒃𝒆    𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒇𝒖𝒍   to    him.    ❝    i    hope    they    are    not    too    bad!    ❞    there’s    a    mischievous    laughter    once    she    shakes    her    head    lightly,    before    pressing    a    lingering    kiss    to    ely’s    lips.

[codeworna]

@spllcat​  liked  for  a  starter  .

         the  woods  have  been  her  favorite  place  to    jog      for      a      long      time      now      ,      not      only      due      to      the      connection      with      nature      ,      but      also      because      it’s      usually      empty      and      she      can      enjoy      some      time      for      herself      .      it’s      something      of      a      surprise      ,      however      ,      when   she      runs      into      someone      else      ,      quickly      slowing      down      to      avoid      a      proper      collision      as      she      pulls      out      her      earphones      ,      breathing      heavily      still      .     “      shit      ,      i      almost      ran      right      into      you      ,     “      she      chuckles      ,      shaking      her      head      .     “      wasn’t      expecting      to      find      anyone      here      .     “