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@undeyth ... IF U WISH. <3

@undeyth ... IF U WISH. <3

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

what if you guys Liked this so i can follow you from theodora’s new blog when its Done— & make my life easier bc like the anon said to @saralans, i’m also too old to be doing this.

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. ”

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? ”

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.

“ 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. ”

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? ”