WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PRAY TO A GODS NAME THAT NO LONGER ANSWERS TO ITS BODY?
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but literally. Miles who’s entire presence disappears even from heat sensors when he goes invisible. Miles who moves a bit too fast. Miles who can go stock still in seconds because of things nobody else can see or hear before going back to the convo like nothing happened. As Spidey, silently and slowly crawling in the dark <3 just being a bit unnerving.
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Since you really like the "i know you're in there" trope, have you ever imagined a post canon sdr2 situation where hajime has to pull that speech on one of the other survivors since they temporarily regress into a remnant mindset? 👀👀👀 (or something involving ghost junko possessing one of them lol)
I definitely have lol. It's great fodder! Also the opposite where Hajime goes Full Blank No-Emotions Bored Mode
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ELDRITCH HORROR KATSU?? YOUR BRAIN??? IS SO BIG????
YESSSSS OMGGGGG there’s just smthn abt the unfathomable… the raw power you feel in the air while in his presence. he looks human to you, but there is something uncanny about the look in his eyes—crimson eyes that look more like jewels than things that hold life. you’ve caught glimpses of something… unnatural around him. a part of his body that’s too doused in shadow or too… eerie looking. and there’s just this foreboding feeling at the back of your mind that there’s so much more to him that you aren’t seeing… that he, perhaps, doesn’t want to show you. maybe because he thinks you’ll be scared if you found the truth—if you Saw him as he really is…
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Saw The Living Tombstone at MagWest last night at it was a great show until they brought out Odyssey Eurobeat to sing Discord, at which point the show became fucking phenomenal.
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My niece loves my office. The arsenic green mint walls and the pastel pink ceiling always get a squeal reaction, but not as much as the Halloween decor I keep “forgetting” to put away. It’s like Barbie’s Haunted Dreamhouse in there, which was the exact aesthetic I was going for. It’s for my inner child who never got to put color on her walls and who loved Halloween more than Christmas and ended up being sent to see the church counselor about it before being firmly asked not to return to Sunday school.
Anyway.
You can tell my MIL hates it, or at least strongly disapproves by the way she says things like, “looks like we forgot to put Halloween away again” or tries to redirect my niece away from the “scary” things.
My niece on the other hand will have none of it. She wants to touch the silver bat shaped bells hanging from the ceiling. She wants to inspect the two skeletons holding hands. The crystals and skulls and Halloween count down clock are all cause for great delight as she points excitedly and yells “spooky!” with shrieking glee.
Today when I walked in to see if my SIL needed anything to change the baby, my niece looked up from cataloging all the “scary” things in the office, pointed directly at me and with the most heartfelt joy you’ve ever heard yelled “Spooky!” And I’ve never felt happier.
I am Auntie Spooky.
I’m surprised an icon didn’t pop up over my head: Weird Witch Aunt Aesthetic Achieved.
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