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@undeyth ... IF U WISH. <3
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so, here's the deal, chat. ya gurl is sorta fucked at the moment. i'm currently not working due to Mental Illness but my husband is working full time to try to cover our expenses. unfortunately, we had an emergency which caused us to use up the savings we had and now we are behind in rent. my landlord is up our ass and i have extended things as much as possible with her. we are behind $1,400 plus a late fee of $140 and also the water for this month, $130. i have searched every possible loan option but i've been turned down. however, if i am able to get at least $300, i can pay back what is left of my current loan and take out another, which would help in paying at least half of what we currently owe. i know these kinds of posts are annoying to some people, but unfortunately, it's my only option at this point. everything else is exhausted. my comms are open, i am currently working on things there, but happy to take on more. literally whatever i can do as a trade, i will do. please share this, help if you can, send good vibes. really not in a good place mentally at all and this is stress is making it hard to function. if you got this far, thanks for reading. i love and appreciate you. cashapp: $eyeh8riot commissions: @riotcommissions
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a streak of black exploded from the foliage, paws pounding against ground as she chased the red tailed hawk flying just overhead. the bird dipped low, just enough to taunt her. ears flattened against her head, a low growl became evidence of her irritation. the hawk dipped lower, a tad too low, and theodora leapt off one of the headstones and the hawk banked sideways by the time she landed in a flower arrangement in the next grave over. she was gravely pissed off by this point and she was positive that if she caught this bird, she was absolutely going to eat him just for putting her through this. the hawk landed on the branch of one of the trees in tragedy grove cemetery and they stared at each other for what felt like a long time. slowly, theodora lowered herself into a crouch, and with a twitch or two of her tail, she bolted up the tree. even after the bird launched itself off the branch, theodora continued up the tree after it. @drkroots, starter call.
Larissa's nostrils flared. A deep exhale corralled her temper--for now--as she was left looking between Theodora and the taxidermy, as if listening to the volleys of a conversation in a language she didn't know. Her gloved hands were propped on the counter; the fingertips of one began to drum irritably. "Fine," she said, voice clipped. It wasn't the first strange object to find itself in the principal's office at Nevermore, nor would it be the last. It was certainly the most destructive of all the haunted, or not-haunted-but-with-trauma, things to enter the academy thus far this term. "Not haunted. But full of character. Perhaps you could communicate to her that I would be happy to provide alternative enrichment should she leave my furnishings and personal items alone. Is this an acceptable compromise?"
theodora’s gaze drifted downward to the maddeningly soft and restless tapping of larissa’s gloved fingers. the steady drumming was hypnotic in the worst possible way to someone who spent a chunk of her life appealing to her feline nature. the conversation between herself and the other woman fell by the wayside while she tracked the movement; the fingers bouncing against the countertop caused something in theodora’s chest to tighten. ( STOP THAT. ) her own voice came in the form of a buzzkill, forcing her to refocus her attention on the matter at hand. theodora put her hands behind her back to suppress the tingling and urge she felt to swat at larissa’s fingers. “ enrichment? ” a beat. “ oh, right, the corvid. let me ask. ” she leaned in towards the taxidermied raven— the good side of its head— and began whispering to it. the conversation went on for a minute or so before theodora moved back into her original position. “ first of all, she would like to be renamed. her last owner was unaware that she was a female and elected to call her mortimer. something similar, but more feminine would be fine. ” the mortician offered a smile, as if knowingly. “ second, she would like to be perched somewhere that she can people watch. your office is nice but she said it gets boring. and lastly, ” she looked back at the raven, then met larissa’s eyes. “ she no longer feeds on meat— her nourishment comes in the form of secrets. she would like to be told some of your deepest, darkest secrets daily. ”
given the time of night, tragedy grove cemetery should have been empty— but the dead were hardly considerate when it came to keeping reasonable hours. at one end of the cemetery, an elderly woman was complaining to her recently deceased husband about the artificial flowers that were left on their graves by their son. on the other side, the ghost of a child swung happily on the swing set theodora had placed years ago for that specific reason. she was walking along the paved path, no rhyme nor reason, other than enjoying the night air and … well, it wasn’t entirely peaceful, but it was close. she’d walked pretty far from the funeral home when she stopped by an old mausoleum and tilted her head. someone was watching her, the sensation crawled up her spine. her eyes, green only to the human eye, glowed a pale purple as they scanned the perimeter until landing on a figure standing against the stone wall. “ thought i was the strangest thing out here tonight. can i help you? ” @bledpriest, starter call.
“ don’t worry, i’m here for the show. ” perched upon the stone ledge that was hidden within the shadows near the domed ceiling of théâtre des vampires, one leg hung lazily over the edge while the other remained tucked beneath her for comfort. she could have mingled with the mortals that would soon be gathering below, but this was easily the best seat in the house. out of sight. it came as no surprise when one of the vampires circling below while they prepared for their performance realized she was hiding in the rafters. armand stared at her as though trying to decipher what she was. “ and before you say anything … no, i am not human. so don’t try anything out of pocket, pal. ” her gaze wandered briefly across the theater before settling back on him. “ tell me— will lestat de lioncourt be gracing us with his presence tonight? i sure do like him. ” theodora immediately noticed the way armand’s expression shifted at the mention of lestat; curiosity hardened into a glare. she paused when she noticed the strange movement of his eyes, head tilting slightly as she made an attempt to understand what was happening. she failed. “ uh— are you having a fucking seizure? ” @lamourstre, starter call.
Violet loved her mother.
Through all the burns and the kneeling until her knees bled and the Bible verses recited until her throat went dry, she had loved her mother. Never had she thought another could replace her and still, no one has — but Theodora has brought new comfort to a rotted soul. New safety. She is not Mary and that is to her benefit. She's not perfect, either, and Violet doesn't mind that at all. Better flawed than beyond all reproach. It makes things feel more human. Makes her feel normal amidst all this strangeness.
Violet loves her mother.
She makes her feel safe enough to curl up, head in Theodora's lap and spill forth a truth she's been holding in her soul for a long, long time now.
"... she used t'beat me with the Bible. My momma did, when she got real mad, which... I guess lookin' back, ain't that funny? Beatin' a girl with a Bible? Like God wouldn't be some kinda mad t'see that?" She laughs, strangled and vague and more exhale than giggle. It's half forced, half true. There is humorous irony there, but not enough to overshadow a bruised little girl who'd only wanted love of the unconditional variety. "But still, I'd'a taken that over the prayer closet. You'd'a thought Mr. Stephen King'd been in my trailer growin' up with how right he got Margaret White."
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those closest to theodora would tell you that her maternal instincts were often hidden beneath the persona of ‘ cool aunt ’, she was a friend more than a mother. someone one could trust with their deepest, darkest secrets without fear of a lecture or judgment. but every so often, those same maternal instincts kicked into high gear and she found herself being overly protective of her cubs. violet, though not her daughter by blood, had become one of the cubs she knew she would easily spill blood for if it ever came down to that. no questions asked. memories of violet’s life played behind her eyes each time theodora stroked her hair while her head lay in her lap— an awful, traumatic life that she would only wish on her worst enemies. theodora made mental notes of each person who hurt her, alive or dead, and memorized their faces. another stroke of her hair and the face of violet’s biological mother came into view— a deeply religious woman who participated in on - going abuse rather than protecting violet from it. as was her duty … as a mother. had theodora been aware of mary’s abuse at the time of her death, surely she would have been meaner in soul collection. “ that was not love, violet. i hope you know that. ” theodora reminded her, “ the people who have hurt you were not capable of loving— that includes your mother. they don’t get a pass, do you understand? ”

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british banquet sounded wildly out of jade's tax bracket. any other day- she's already scruffed fancy feast and sent her back the way she came. proof curiosity got the werewolf too. “ i'll make you a deal. ” jade chin-juts to the running stream behind them. a pecuilar sight when one remembered crimson moon was located in the california dessert. “ if you can catch a salmon from there … i'll gladly cook it for you. ”
“ i've actually never had british banquet. ” theodora admitted, not generally one for telling someone she's lied, but she didn't want jade to think she was some sort of snob just because she had a lotta bit of money. theodora's ears perked up at the mention of a deal, an eyebrow arching as she waited for the wolf to lay it out for her. “ back in a jiff! ” she exclaimed, running off towards the river to shift properly and catch her meal. as a human, fishing was perhaps one of the most boring pastimes to exist to her, second only to golfing, but as a cat ... well, that was an entirely different story. she'd caught two by the time jade followed her to the river, dropping them promptly on a rock while she fished for more. “ figured i'd be nice and catch you some, too. ” rather than being spoken aloud, her words sounded somewhere inside the canine's head.
"I believe that in any reasonable establishment," Larissa says crisply, "it is incumbent on the proprietor to disclose when an object is haunted." She looks at the taxidermied raven; it looks back at her. It's still now, but it's changed position at least three times since its purchase, not to mention the havoc it appears to be wreaking on the decor in her office. She's aware that corvids like to hoard, but it is rather debilitating to one's very expensive things to have filigree, ornaments, and accents torn off in the night by a dead bird's beak and stuffed underneath the mount on which it is supposed to be solidly glued.
“ ms. weems, i assure you— she is not haunted. ” it was subtle, but theodora winked at the deceased and mildly deformed raven. theodora's taxidermy didn't only come with special abilities, their unique designs made them all the more terrifying when you saw them in action. with this particular one, its skull was visible on one side of its face, faux floral arrangements laid decoratively along the bones. truth be told, she was surprised larissa weems had purchased her to begin with— she thought her tastes would lean more towards perfectly curated recreations of a dead animal. “ we had this whole discussion before i put her out on the shelf regarding her mental health and she assured me that her past traumas would not interfere with her future endeavours. ” she offered a friendly smile in larissa's direction, one reserved for customer service. “ what you are experiencing is character— she has flare, but she is a little bit of a hoarder. completely harmless, though. ”
EXHAUSTION. IT ISN'T QUITE THE RIGHT WORD FOR WHAT KAREN FEELS.
it's too polite. what she feels is more like an anxiety, an unrest deep in her bones; ANTICIPATION. the tennessee pollen had finally started to get to her head after all these years, and recently, fantasies of it started to play behind closed eyes. a last breath, she thinks, is a gift, and this particular one would be addressed to MRS. KAREN WHITE with a large silk ribbon around the package.
' was. ' she repeats it, sterile and even; her words offer no introspection. ' not yet. not quite. ' it's medical, like a doctor delivering a prognosis, no real feeling behind hazy eyes.
blonde curls bob with the soft shaking of her head, shoulders straightening a bit as her focus returns. ' her name is frances. '
' frances white. '
theodora knew anticipation when she saw it and it made her strangely curious about the relationship between karen and her nearly - deceased mother - in - law. it wasn't her place to inquire, but that didn't mean she wouldn't by the end of this conversation. truth be told, merely looking at this woman gave her the distinct impression that there was a web full of secrets tangled inside that head of hers. it enthralled her, but more importantly— it made her wonder how it could be of use to her. what could she offer karen ... that might get her something worthwhile in return? only time would tell. “ in due time. ” was all she said in response to karen's correction of her prematurely killing frances white with her words. “ now, do you think frances would prefer smoking or non - smoking? ” the confusion etched into the other woman's features suddenly made theodora sigh, when she realized that the joke did not land. yet again. “ everyone always gets so confused by that question, i just don't get it. ” a beat. “ are we seeking cremation or burial for your mother - in - law? ”
when theodora pulled the front door to dead end open, marty stood on the other side, soaked from the rain. it was unusual— the weather, it hardly ever rained here, but more unusual was the fact that it was past midnight and someone had braved the storm to make their way to her front door. her eyes scanned over the younger woman once, only to notice the rain drops had diluted what appeared to be fresh blood stains on marty’s clothes and skin. “ you look like shit. ” ever the charmer, theodora listened as marty went on a very frantic, but vague tangent about how she needed theodora’s help, but without any questions. “ showing up bloody on my doorstep might raise a few. ” marty repeated herself, becoming increasingly more desperate from where theodora was standing. “ alright, alright. i heard you the first seven times. … no questions. ” she stepped to the side to allow marty entrance to get out of the rain. “ get in here while i go grab shoes. ” @herslaughter, starter call.
the boy— man, really, though only technically— came barreling down the hill and wiped out the moment he reached dead end’s front gate. he’d hit the pavement hard enough that she could swear she heard a bone crack from where she was standing, his skateboard went flying in another direction, and his groaning made her roll her eyes. in a blink, death stood over him with her arms crossed over her chest. “ again? do you have a death wish? ” inwardly, her nature urged him to say yes, so she could deliver like some kind of macabre genie. from here, she knew the extent of his injuries— though, even if she didn’t have the luxury of supernatural powers, the way his body was twisted like a chalk outline would tell her everything. “ you dislocated your shoulder. ” it wasn’t said aloud, but the word idiot settled in the air somewhere between them. theodora crouched before him, leather-gloved fingers wrapping around his wrist, and for a brief moment she allowed his life to flash before his eyes before snapping his shoulder back into place so he didn’t have the chance to protest. “ we shouldn’t keep meeting like this, christopher— eventually, i will get bored. ” @cuntryjunkie , starter call.

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“ i could sell these for an obscene amount to wealthy women in mourning. ” she said, eyeing a display that housed a collection of preserved hands posed in delicate gestures inside glass domes. theodora was appraising casimir’s inventory, making her intentions clear from the moment she walked through the door. she didn’t always resort to criminal activity— okay, that was a lie, but she did try to avoid it wherever she could. her honesty with him upon entrance was her way of offering him the chance to do business— rather than having to resort to taking what she wanted from his collection. theodora continued down the hall, still appraising every item she passed, with casimir following closely behind her. she knew that was a sign of distrust, but she was not concerned. “ this skull right here could go for two hundred … minimum— more with the right amount of persuading. ” finally, she turned on her heel to face him. “ you could make me a lot of money with your little collection here— that could be us, assuming you’re interested in making a deal. ” @holyscorch , starter call.
“ well, ” came theodora’s voice from the other side of the room, gaze fixated on the creature standing over the cooler full of blood bags she kept handy for her side hustle. “ that explains why the inventory’s been off. ” when the lights clicked on overhead, she saw he had two bags in his hands. theodora was standing in the doorway still, in all black, but her demeanor seemed eerily calm despite what she’d walked in on. “ so … and this is just a wild guess, vampire? ” despite his actions and his appearance giving her the context clues she needed to conclude what he was— theodora didn’t hear a heart beating against his chest and her connection the dead and the undead told her everything she needed to know. “ is that o negative? i’ve always thought it tasted best. ” @lesvampirs, starter call.