Dead and Buried

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Today (September 23) is Emily’s birthday!!

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October can’t come soon enough

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unethiic‌:

Entrapta was noted for being a rather positive person. It most likely came from the fact that she didn’t want others to feel like they were unwanted. She knew the feelings well given the closest things that raised her were cold and efficient robots. As much as she loved them, deep down a part of her did want that human affection. So to make up for it she’d give out a positive attitude! It might just put a smile on someone’s face. Who knows!

“A flamethrower? I’m afraid I don’t. But I can make one!” Judging by how the beast was being held back by a torch, fire was its weakness. Strands of hair are already extending around to gather up whatever she can. “I’m Entrapta by the way. It’s nice to meet you, whomever you are! Not so much the giant cosmic horror though I would be fascinated with studying it it things were under different circumstances.” Oh, she’s getting sidetracked. Focus!

Within a few moments she’s created a little makeshift flamethrower and makes her way closer. A few clicks and WHOOF that’s a big ball of flame coming out.

“Woo! Might have misjudged the calculated amount of sparks necessary but I think that giant fireball will suffice enough. I like your hair.” Entrapta comments as she turns her attention to the girl.

As the chaos unfolded Emily has still been standing at her spot. The hand she’s was holding the torch with still holding the creature awry while the rest of her is turned towards Entrapa. ❝ I’m Emily! ❞ She replies despite the circumstance, the black void behind her growing bigger with a wind almost pulling her inside. Even now at the brink of death, Emily still doesn’t manage to give a flying fuck. 

But lo and behold! A flamethrower has been assembled, and activated on the monster located in that very room. Emily manages to jump back just in time to avoid the flames entirely. No young girls will be burnt or eaten today, that fact stands for good. (Even if that does leave her a bit disappointed, but only a teensy.)

❝ Look at that! ❞ Her words following up into action immediately. Walking towards room, once inhabited by a cosmic terror, now simply burnt to a crisp. ❝ What a mess. ❞ She says, putting hands on her hips and kicking a plank which turnt then to dust. A short sigh ensued, but it wouldn’t be long before she turnt back to the other with the politest of smiles. (A thankful one.) ❝ I should thank you for saving my butt over there. If that monster grew any bigger it might have taken over the city, and that would have been a mess. I hate chores. They’re boring. ❞ At this point she sticks out her hand awaiting a formal shake. You got to admire a girl with a brain like that. Not just anyone can make weapon like so. 

❝ Pft, my hair is nothing compared to yours. How did you get it like that? I’d love to have something similar to yours one day. ❞ 

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It is well established by now that Emily is a girl with a wild-like imagination. Today for example, she is out on the streets performing to no-one. A show involving a top hat, a magician’s wand and a whole bunch of real, fake magic. Let’s call it a mishmash between sleight of hand deceit and science-y bits. 

❝ Behold! ❞ She announces, taking off the hat and waving it in a graceful manner. ❝ My next trick: Skull from Hat! ❞

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bcnejones‌:

“Not like I actually liked tea anyways, as far as I remember.”

Death and decay has a toll to take on Jones, and that was his ability to eat and drink, as well as breathing, having a pulse, and pretty much any other activity that would require having meat. A tragedy, yes, but at least he won’t starve to death. Eyeing the stranger and her feline guests, Jones could scratch his head at it, but he’s seen weirder. Much weirder. Frank’s cockroach circus for instance.

“Isn’t it dangerous for you to be at a graveyard at night? You wouldn’t want the grave robbers to leer at ya, would you?”

Truth be told, Jones was hunting something much worse than a grave robber, and something much more monstrous. Last thing he wants is a civilian, and a couple of kitties, to be ripped limb from limb by this creature. He could care less about the fact that she isn’t chocked or bewildered at the grim sight of his appearance.

Emily kind of shrugs at that, taking the would-have-been-for-him sip of tea for herself instead. Then puts back the cup back in the truest of lady-like manners.. for the occasion only.  ❝ I wish it were dangerous. At least then I’d have some fun around here. ❞ Not to say that having a tea party with eight cats isn’t “fun”. It’s nice, quint and certainly passes the time but that’s the end of it. Not the kind of “fun” that leaves you with accelerating memories or other interest to look back on. Even the cats were growing tired of the event, starting to rummage around in ways only a cat could. Emily simply watched in slight disappointment, her party crumbling towards an end. 

❝ Is this graveyard your home or something? ❞ She asks, turning away from the scene and back to the other. Cats scattering about in the background. She doesn’t like making assumptions but it’s hard not to when talking to a literal skeleton. They got to come from somewhere, correct? ❝ I understand if you want your eternal slumber to go undisturbed. I tend to wish for the same thing. ❞ And with that, dear Emily got up from her spot and gently stroke the dirt of her skirt. 

But even so, just as she’s about to make her leave for it another assumption crossed her mind. This one a bit more exciting than the latter, and a possible cure for her otherwise shallow evening. ❝ Unless you came here for another reason... ❞

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 unethiic‌:

Her movements are almost silent given the fact that Entrapta is using her long hair to walk. Having prehensile hair was the best thing! It allowed her to slip in and out of most situations. 

She had heard the strange and rather otherworldly noises from the street below, which naturally prompted the curious scientist to seek out answers. She was glad she did too because wow! This was exciting! Entrapta more than happily waved back as she rested upon her hair, observing the scene and trying to make sense of it.

 “That’s fine! I’ll say hello for you. Hello!”

Well, one’s got to appreciate an uplifting attitude that’s for sure. Even from here it’s easy to see that this girl has got some chops. Using hair instead of feet: “You go girl.” Emily mentally applauded whilst showing the faintest of smiles in the distance. She meant well of course if only it weren’t for the awkward position she’s in, torches being held. You know, preventing a cosmic horror from leaving the room and all. 

❝ Say, you look like the clever kind of person... ❞ She started. ❝ You don’t happen to have a flamethrower on you by chance? Or an artificial black hole? ❞ All these questions seem to be awfully calm for someone in a tense situation. But then again at least she isn’t bored. Which would be much, much worse. 

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andstrange‌:

Arguably one of the best videos on Youtube is the one where they parodied the Interstellar docking scene with household objects. It’s also way more gut-wrenching than the scene in the actual movie. 

By popular demand I added a link

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Arguably one of the best videos on Youtube is the one where they parodied the Interstellar docking scene with household objects. It’s also way more gut-wrenching than the scene in the actual movie. 

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nemekii‌:

“Ghosts?”  Neil questioned, not doubting that ghosts were present.  Since the young lad did have experiences with the paranormal, there was no reason to not believe anymore.  “Oh, my bad” the boy sidestepped twice, hoping he was no longer ruining Emily’s photo.  “But.. I thought ghosts didn’t show up in film?  They.. don’t have reflection?”

❝ Perhaps not.. ❞  She says, a bright flash snapping from the camera as soon as the other stepped aside. The picture developed instantly, which of course Emily took out as soon as ready. ❝ But that doesn’t mean they are not there just because we can’t see them. ❞ During all the talking she’s been waving the photo back and forth, waiting for it to show it’s full glory. Luckily this did not take long, and moves closer to Neil as it came to be. A very: ‘look at this’ matter of gesture. ❝ See? ❞ She points at nothing. ❝ We found a family! ❞

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I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

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I’m looking for a word that can describe a feeling of wanting to do many things yet unable to start any of them. 

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Now if you are 13, many will tell you not to meddle with ghosts, ancient deities or forbidden knowledge. Let alone stay in your room all night experimenting with said knowledge out of sheer boredom. Unfortunately Emily has never been a very good listener, which caused this inconvenient situation. A near-tragic display of Emily holding up a torch in front of her room, light keeping away the cosmic horror reigning inside. 

She doesn’t seem to mind however, even takes time to wave at the stranger entering the upstairs. Never mind if it is an intruder. ❝ I should say hullo, but as you can see you have caught me in a bit of a ruckus. ❞ 

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I normally do greeters but since I’ve gained quite some new followers since then. Like this for a starter instead.