Updating some of my Encanto posts with HD screens because I just have that kind of power now and...
Okay - so I basically loved a pixellated blob shaped like Bruno Madrigal for 20 days.
#no offence Bruno - my beloved... #but the old screenshot looks like an out-of-water blobfish compared to your real HD self #Encanto#Pepa Madrigal#Agustín Madrigal#Julieta Madrigal#Bruno Madrigal #don't mind me - I'm just here appreciating his curls #no wonder Agustín decided to rest his head like that #floofy hair looks comfy #the sisters' smiles ❤︎ #and the way they hold his arms #they're not letting their baby brother go ever again #IT'S A LOVE TRAP ! #he's gonna be smothered with affection ! #(he should be)
#Gregory#his signature#Gregory Lake #look at his beautiful jawline! #and his profile #no wonder the girls covered the van window with kisses! #his forearms are MASSIVE! #and his huge paws! #hot baby greg #his floofy hair! 😍 #circa 1967? #greg lake #the time checks #unit four#the shame #the shy limbs #king crimson #emerson lake and palmer #elp #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)
You could hear a sound in the room across the hall, a deathly rattling in the air, as if someone was struggling to breathe their last breath. You curl your knees in, staring off into the distance, a shiver clawing your way up your spine.
The floor was frigid and from where you sat bound, your skin had begun to go numb from the cold. While the skin underneath your rope bindings was beginning to itch as it was rubbing into your wrists. You had watched the sun sink below the crumbling castle grounds surrounding you. You were sitting in what must have been the remnants of an old throne room. Tattered threadbare banisters whispered overhead, you crane your head trying to see them. What was left of the ceiling was high and imperious, but you could only see blocks of shadow in the dim light. That and where the stars could peek out from around the broken structures, revealing the sky beyond.
You were bait, bait for the monstrosity that lived deep within the walls of the husk of this deserted kingdom. It was said to come out at night. You wondered again for the millionth time why you had decided to agree to do such a moronic thing. You closed your eyes, not for the first time hoping that if your fellows were not quick on their feet, that your demise would come swiftly. Having heard too many gristly stories about creatures nibbling upon the innards of people who still had the conscious strength left to scream.
You could hear the labored breathing hitch, a panting ghoulish sound, your eyes snapped open immediately. With your vision already adjusted to the light of the moon, you quickly wished that you hadn’t.
It was right in front of you, hovering on the threshhold of the room.
A gauzy cloak sweeping in the ghost of a breeze. Floating around a deep hood with no visible face. You would have been convinced that there was no being underneath if not for the spindly limbs that protruded from the tattered length of their cloak. Their skeletal wrists held shackles, and the links of iron also floated in a ghostly and foreboding way, as if they weighed nothing. It had no other trace of humanity within it. Having no legs from the waist down, it was meters off the ground.
It sucked in a deep clutching breath, before you in a long drawn silence. The tatters of cloak began to reach forward like tentative feelers as it began to glide forward.
You swore, scooting backwards, straining against the rope that bound you.
The cursed voice mumbling whispered sentences as it descended down, it’s skeletal fingers, tapping against the stone in slow tentative drum, before it gripped onto the stone floor and began to crawl forward, dragging itself closer and closer as you put more and more effort into trying to wriggle your way out of the ropes that bound you.
It was so close now, you could see it’s blackened fingernails gripping onto the stones, and catch the words that had begun to emit from the depths of the cloak.
“Lonely, so lonely, a millennia of loneliness, thank you for this offering, thank you for this glorious flesh.”
“S-stay back!” You yelp, kicking out a leg to try and put any kind of boundary between you and the creeping beast. The hooded head cocked to the side, stopping it’s advance, watching you flail.
That seemed to amuse it, as you heard a guttering raspy laugh. “So cute. . .”
You weren't sure if your ears had descieved you, but in that instant, a huge flash of light had appeared. The wraith it cringed away with a blood curdling screech that made your ears ring. Holding it's hands up as if trying to sheild it's face from the light.
You also recoiled from the sudden brightness that filled the room. Turning your head away and gritting your teeth.
You were waiting to be rescued, waiting for the last scream of a beast in it’s final moments. You felt someone snapping the ropes that bound your wrists with ease as you were hefted into someone's arms. You felt a rush of relief, turning your head to thank whoever it was who swooped down to save you.
“Safe now precious. . .”
You stared up into the abyssal depths of the hooded entity and your heart just about stops beating inside your chest. You look down, your eyes as wide as saucers.
Suddenly occurred to me that I haven't actually said yet when cat will happen?
Currently, the planned 'gotcha' day is 8th January, or thereabouts, so...less than a month away 👀
#my cats #im going absolutely ballistic with anticipation #i simultaneously feel terrified and not-ready and desperately impatient #like. i am ready #practically speaking #theres a few gaps in the house I'll need to make inaccessible to kitten or she'll get under the kitchen counters and never emerge #but aside from that everything i want to do in prep is not urgent #i gotta construct the cat tree and organise the spare room for cat things #i also want to buy a cat fountain a large food storage container and a mat for under the bowls #i bought £60 of cat toys yesterday so i think I'm good for those for now lol #but yeah I'm basically ready? #my baby would be old enough to come home next week but I'm visiting family at new years #so we decided it would be better for me to wait till early January #a couple extra weeks with her mum isn't going to hurt #she'll be 20 weeks and exceptionally floofy by the time she comes home #she was born 14th august i believe #💜 #i can't wait #i really can't #aaaaaaa
my dog has two moods. they're called "i'm a tired little lady, please let me sleep for the whole day and/or help me get on the bed" and "i'm literally made of energy and i never learned how to play catch. throw me the toy. you'll never get the toy back but you need to throw it anyway."
#moonys ramble tag #shitpost #she's a 15lbs poodle #tiny floofy gal #she's a little baby but she's also almost ten years old