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              “I wish it was flying.” Rey certainly wishes that SHE was flying. She’s always dreamed of soaring through the air – rolling and tumbling through updrafts and downdrafts and everything else in between. But she’s never so much as ridden in a commercial aircraft. That’s expensive, and she’s never had the money.                                      ( Or anywhere worth going. ) The grumbling in her stomach intensifies. She is sorely tempted to accept the offer, but even a poor little girl who had grown up in the absence of proper parenting had learned better than to accept food from strangers. The last thing she needs is medical bills that she can’t pay, or a hospital to turn her away because she doesn’t have any papers that prove she’s allowed to live here and receive treatment of any sort. Eyebrows raise ever so slightly as she glances between the stranger and the proffered bag of food.                  “What’s wrong with it?” The words are hesitant and uncertain, afraid that the stranger might respond unpredictably. It’s not unusual to expect someone who is behaving out of the ordinary to continue that pattern. People don’t just give things away. Most are hesitant to so much as toss a couple of pennies into a donation bin at a cash register.  Anyone passing out food on the bus has got to have some ulterior motive on their minds. 

          “Wrong with it?” Dana blinks twice, looks down at the bag in her hands, and squints, as if in so doing, she can pretend to see if it’s got a tear or a hole or...something.  She shrugs once then looks back up, that easy smile back on her face, lollipop switching to the other corner of her lips.           “Nothing.  I just packed too much.  Some of these--” She pulls out a bag of hard-boiled eggs, another with a tuna salad sandwich.           “--they don’t really last overnight unless you have a fridge.              Besides - I like being able to share food.  Kind of like              making a friend, even if only for...well, however long we’re              on the bus together.” Also there’s that whole voracious appetite thing going on.  Dana hadn’t lied - she did have a tendency to over-pack where food was concerned simply because she did eat a lot.  Sometimes, if she picked up monsters along the way, particularly ones who had been missing for a few days, they were hungry.  And it’s always best to stock up on a variety of food stuffs; if the other girl doesn’t want any, Dana’ll make it through the food that could spoil first. But it’s better to leave as much open for someone else to choose - and take something that might look worse - at first.  Never know if you take what your new friend might want.

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-dusts off blog, gently places starter call-

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-lowkey places a starter call-

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so.  if i brush off the dust of this old blog and try and come back.  how many of you would be up for that?

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so.  if i brush off the dust of this old blog and try and come back.  how many of you would be up for that?

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Agent Dominique Lollypop DiPierro

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Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.

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I Love the idea of comforting cryptids . monsters who live under your bed to assure that nothing bad can fit under there because They’re there & there’s no more room . unspeakable eldritch horrors that follow you around just so they can tell you shitty puns . Mom Friend™ poltergeists who passive aggressively disrupt all your electronics when ur a lil shit who should be sleeping because “you have an exam in the morning!!” , but Also tag along on blind dates in case you suddenly need an out . sirens who work as lifeguards & sing so instead of panicking you can focus on your movements & breathe easier . forest ranger Bigfoot who patrols the woods in case anyone gets lost & needs a guide out . 

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Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.

Franny Billingsley, Chime (via theprettiestquotes)

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How to deal with street cats

Be nice to them. They’re doing an important job. Do not chase them, grab them or harass them. 

Always bring some food with you, it’s just polite. 

Approach them slowly, and let them come to you. Sometimes you might have to sit on the ground and tap it a few times. This is what you brought food for. 

At some point after you have managed to touch the cat it will turn and sprint away. This is when you start following it.

Cats do not want you to get lost, but they can be fast. Never lose sight of them, you should stay with it until your return. This might still look like your usual street but you are in a liminal space already. Try not to get lost. 

(NOTE: do not follow cats with mismatched eyes. You can pet them, but the moment they run away you should immediately turn your back to them and walk in the opposite direction.)

Black cats:

Follow black cats into the floor-level vents. Don’t worry, there are many spider webs but there aren’t any spiders.

Do not lose sight of them in the dark.

When you emerge, you will be in the same street you were before, but there will be no people to be found.

Do not stray, follow your cat. Sometimes it might want to just catch a bird and go back. Do not stay longer just to explore.

 If you hear the sound of a crowd in the distance do not try to follow it. Your cat will never lead you there.

You can take anything with you but you cannot take pictures or record video or sound.

Orange cats:

Orange cats hang around train stations for a reason. Follow them into the next train. You will not need a ticket.

If the cat wants you to scratch its ears during the trip, do it.

The landscape will not look like the area around your town.  Do not panic - this is normal.

The people in the train will not speak a language you understand or recognize, but they will have clothes and devices similar to yours. They are usually nice.

Get down at the same stop as your cat. You will not understand the name of the station, and no one will get off in the same station as yours. You should follow your cat, but it will never leave the station. Follow it into the next train to get back home.

Never stay in the train. Never wait for the last stop.

White cats:

White cats live on the edges. They will take you to many places but at the same time they will never take you anywhere.

If you meet them during the night-time, the sun will start rising, regardless of the time. If you meet them during the daytime, the sun will start setting. It will stay like this for the duration of the trip.

Follow them to the edge of a forest that smells like honeysuckle. You will hear the song of birds and the flow of water. You should never stray and enter the forest on your own. Your cat will not follow.

Follow them to a building where a fancy party is being held at. Through the windows you can see the food and the champagne. The guests will ask you to join them, but your cat will keep walking. Do not accept the invitation, and never eat the food or drink the champagne.

Follow them along the edge of a swimming pool. People will be bathing, playing and laughing. It will be hot, regardless of the season. Do not step too close to the edge, because they will try to grab your ankles and pull you into the water. Keep walking.

Once the sun finally sets or rises you will be back home. Never enter your house until you are completely sure the sky is changing.

Calico cats:

Calico cats are the safest. They will follow you instead.

Walk around your town and you will see everything is the same, but you will not be able to make the connections between the streets.

If you want to go to a certain place you will find it is no longer where it used to be.

You will not recognize anyone. Every single person in the street will be a stranger. They are not dangerous but do not look them directly in the eyes.

Never try to find your house. Because you will find it.

When you want to come back take the cat back where you found it. This might be more difficult than you expect.

Remember to always take some food with you, something made of iron, and comfortable shoes.

And remember to always be nice to the cats!

[russian translation by @rachell-redacted]

[if you like my writing consider buying me a coffee? your girl works night shifts ;u;]  @senshi76 gave me the suggestion for this one!

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the king said you were his property, and told you to bow down before him, but you are a wolf, so you barked out a laugh, wrapped your claws around his throat, and whispered: i am a warrior, a queen, and i belong to no one.

wolves don’t bow before men // k.s. (via worthystevie)

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favorite lit quotes ➤ vicious, v.e. schwab

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horrorempathy:

dark eyes just blink at her for a few minutes.   honestly he’s trying to figure out if he’s seen something like that,  fingers swiping across his lips,  playing with the bottom of his own beard.   he really needs to shave himself.    werewolves were actually far more proud and proper. that gets mixed up with vampires.   a lot does.   feed the dogs,  they don’t crave meet.   vampires always crave blood.   nothing changes that.   makes them messier.   his hand drops to his side. head tilts.   he smiles.   a row of pristine,  white teeth.

“  sounds like something out of lord of the rings.   well,  hey.   mystery solved on local cat disappearance.   i haven’t personally seen your dude,  but he is around here somewhere.   friend of yours?   usually a friend knows your race.   don’t tell me your a damn hunter,  we about to have some problems.    i mean,  come on,  man.   what’s the deal?    share.  ”

“Definitely not a friend of mine.”  If Dana were a reporter - or maybe a little more normal - she’d have a notebook or a phone pulled out, something with the description on it or a good picture of the guy.  As it is, she has her memory, and that’s it - the description given in hushed voices by one of the children he’d attacked, the glimpse of him she’d caught shuffling off - gone before she’d been able to reach him. Dana crosses her arms, shifts her weight onto her back foot.  “Tracker, not a hunter.  His family’s trying to find him before the police get involved - they’re afraid of what that’ll do to him.  They think he’s just too ashamed to go back.”  Dana’s not too sure of that herself - family is likely to lie to itself about the bad things - but one of the girls...she’d asked her to bring him back safe. She’d said she’d try and hoped that this was another case of mixed monster heritage and no knowledge.  The disappearing cats backed her up on that one.

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Cream filled doughnut appreciation, pt3 : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

pt1, pt2