#purrency

It’s no secret that I appreciate each and everyone of my mutuals/followers, but I wanted to take a brief moment to acknowledge and shout out the beautiful members in The Hall of Awesome

These lovelies have brought such joy over my tenure on this blog, through their sheer writing talent and enthusiasm for our threads... it is an absolute delight to see them on my dashboard. 

@purrency​ @demonsours​ @kalijhomentethi​ @vilego​ @cauchemarrose​ @tricoloredillusion​ @tornsurvivors​ @torntruth​ @solarflaretm​ 

Hope had been given a important duty from the rest of the Coven, they were in need of an item and out of them all Hope had the best track record with buying & getting items, so there she was at Valerie‘s shop front.

“Darling, dearest sister- unless you somehow are capable of currently unheard of vocal surgery, I regret to inform you-”

"So... this is the pop-up shop that I heard about?" Inquired a crimson haired young woman with pointy ears who had seemingly just showed up out of thin air.

@purrency​​

❝ Why are you standing in the rain? ❞

CAUGHT IN THE RAIN SENTENCE STARTERS

“Why not? It feels great!” Brian gaze up, closing his eyes as he felt the small droplets of water falling onto his face. As a drying, decaying corpse, humidity was sorely lacking in his body, aside from the gross decomposing parts, so standing in the rain was like drinking a nice cold beverage, only for his entire body. It was like one of the few ways that the zombie could actually get some high as a zombie.

"What's got you in a grump, Miri?" Valerie happened to come by with what's that? All new silverware? Was that to cheer Miranda up? Perhaps.

      All it takes is one good look at the glimmer of bone as Miranda peels her lips back, bearing her fangs in a twitching, irritated expression, to know that she’s a little touchy. The silverware would work on another day. Another time. But not now, when it seems like the purveying issue has seeped deep into every facet of her life and turned it sour when Miranda wasn’t looking.

      Too much. Everything’s too loud and none of the sounds that should be filling that space are very loud at all. Her body is strange and floating away again, disconnected, nerves flailing about in a void and desperately trying to tether her back to reality and utterly failing again. It pounds in her head, under her temples. Pushes at her skull until it threatens to explode outwards in a throbbing mass of calcified agony. Every little brush of air past her fins irritates her all the worse, pushes every other issue forward until she can’t stand it, and it’s simply too much.