#wrats

Enjoying the beach at Tintagel

Hanging out on the Cornish cliffs

Crossing the causeway to St Michael's Mount (aka Pitch Manor)

Just chilling on the lawn next to Pitch Manor

Visiting the Men-an-Tol (aka the Way-In Stone)

Admiring the view from Pitch Manor, looking across the causeway to the mainland at low tide.

Join the ISWF!

See the annual wrat shows!

Meet new breeds!

Find your next best friend!

Ask or talk to your local, registered breeder today!

It is SOLVED - the Virtual Wrats/Neopets idea is PERFECT.

Blakk will think it’s stupid.

And then he will be playing to win. 

And he will have his single fave wrat named after the agent on Wrathful Wrats.

Simon and Baz are settling into their new life, getting Pitch Manor in working order and preparing to move to their cottage on the moor. Meanwhile, a certain cat is adjusting to his new life.

A @carryonthroughtheages fic set after the events of 'What Remains After The Storm' (Contains spoilers and won't make much sense if not read as a sequel.)

Hey everyone! Thank you @blackberrysummerblog, @larkral and @j-nipper-95 for the tags! Also, special hello to everyone who watched Eurovision! I am fully obsessed with Norway, Finland, Austria and Belgium's entries. Sweden can get in bin.

This week I've been plotting with @erzbethluna (she's put together a mood board that is inspiring and hilarious), editing What Remains After The Storm, and throwing down rough words on Selkie!Simon. Today I deliver some words from the upcoming chapter 11 of WRATS.

I stand, ready to help him to the bath, but instead he makes for the corridor, towards the kitchen and the outer door.

I grab him. He snatches at my hand, claws ripping into my arm. I yelp, pulling it back and clutching it.

He stops. We stare at the blood that trickles over my skin. Three weeping lines, long but not deep.

His face contorts, his eyes filling with tears, brightening like stained glass catching the morning light. He opens his mouth, but no words come out.

He runs.

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