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Jack: I've been working alone with Renfield for days... i should catch up with my normal friends before i go crazy haha
Van Helsing: *begins distributing magic flower crowns*
Jack: i waited too long
ive taken to unironically saying "aw, beans..." when something goes wrong in the past few weeks and im honestly just surprised I haven't been saying it for longer

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ficletvember 2023 - day 24
ciri & her messed up parents modern au ft. yenralt
For the first time in years and with great trepidation, Ciri returns home for a holiday family gathering.
aka I'm pushing my ciri as jenny from thebes agena
Ciri dropped the kickstand of her bike and worked her stiff fingers in and out of fists, regretting her smart-looking fingerless gloves after miles of chilled highway. The driveway and street out front of the little house was full, and somebody had slung lights up on the eaves and chucked a crooked wreath on the door.
Half the cars she didn't recognize, but then, she hadn't been back for years.
A little tabby hurried up the walk to meet her, tail raised high, and Ciri swung off her bike to drop to meet her. Scratching behind her ears, she tipped up an oversized tag on her collar to read– of course.
Roach nudged at the laces of her boots and purred.
For all the things that did, some things never changed.
When Mama had called to tell her they were doing family Yuletide dinner, Ciri had laughed out loud. Couldn't help it. She couldn't imagine her Mama home-cooking anything without some disaster happening. When she was little, Mama used to peel the label off store-bought jam to give as gifts to her teachers. They’d always gotten takeout on the important holidays. Eaten quiet together washed by the glow of the TV.
Those were the good holidays. The bad ones were loud.
Daddy home late from a shift he claimed he wouldn't take this year. Mama red-eyed and yelling. She looked like she could call down lightning sometimes when she was real mad, black hair frizzed out and wild, and Daddy usually got that stubborn gleam in his eye and put his foot in his mouth and then–
Grottweiler is a pacifist. Karmerant is not.
Violence isn't always the answer, but you'd be surprised how often it is.
I saw CATS live..... I have a new obsession...