It’s how I feel after 9 pm
It’s how I feel after 9 pm
Came up with this simple cryptid story with my friend
Imagine falling asleep in class and waking up with no around, the lights are out and only the faint light from outside trickles in. You get up to look for everyone, to find out what happened. The moment you open the door the smell of blood hits you. There’s blood smeared all around the hall, leading you out to the main hall. Hesitantly, you creep down the hall, listening for anyone. Once you reach the end you peer around the corner and see *it*. *It* was… indescribable, it looked fuzzy… or maybe it was an animal. Your mind couldnt understand what it was. *It* slowly walked around, sniffing .. or maybe listening for its next meal. You **have** to get out of here. Taking a step back your foot makes a loud squelching sound, **shit**. The *creature* stopped and began … buzzing… then, it began to approach you. It was slow but began speeding up, its buzzing growing louder. You begin to run, you begin to *scream*.
i was inspired by @ plastiboos series on instagram called “haunter children” so i decided to make my own!!
i don’t belong here
I’m a simple person, I see frog, I click.
My tummy: hurts
Me, a virgin: am I fuckin pregnant???
My skin is whithering away. Maybe it’ll grow back into scales this time instead. I’d rather like to be a snake, to be unable to cry. Maybe this time. Maybe next time.
burden on your shoulders
seeping through your pores
until your final hours
There’s is nothing more to life than cool rocks, pussy, and maybe a mango smoothie
some interesting things I found while adventuring today
I want to become a book. But not just any book. I want to be one of those books that a gang of 12 year old monster hunters would turn to for guidance on how to banish the dream demon they just summoned. They’ll flip through page after page with a dim flashlight in the old library constructed in the medieval ages and I’ll finally feel helpful and fulfilled.
I was gonna make a post like
I love crows
They know so much yet are so humble
But upon further consideration
Most humble people don’t feel the need to scream to know they’re right
CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS CAST OUT THE SHADOWS
I am living in a small house with a garden in the backyard. Everyday I go out and tend to it, when it’s time I harvest all of my crops and sell them at the flea market for fleas. Today I head out of my house at 6am to water my garden only to briefly see a group of children race through my cabbage patch, ruining them completely. I feel the blood leave my face, my grandfather would be so sad to see his fate become my own, so in my saddness I wail out the phrase that he cried in all his stories, “MY CABBAGES!”
siren head but he’s got a rad top hat
have a nice day dudes!
I have a few monster high dolls I got from thrift stores and ebay, I have a lot of porcelain dolls, I have a few xbox 360 games I dont play hut as well as PS2 games, I have my whole rock collection (I’m willing to discuss selling some of it it is a lifetime of work), and I also have stuffed animals. I will also be selling the furbies I was going to customize for myself.
A group of three crafts a circle from smoke and thorns. They share their secrets in long-forgotten languages. Each word drips with power over eternity. They will not return home when the circle breaks.
Choatic cryptid mood board