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storiesfromthecornfield

Waffle House Gothic

- it’s midnight. there are children. you can’t quite bring yourself to look them in the eyes

- you remember this waitress, the one with the blue eye. The one with the blonde hair and the scar on her face.

- you remember this waitress, you saw her when you were on family vacation. you were nine

- “we need to open these shades” you nod “otherwise…they come. we don’t want that do we?”

- she brings you your food. just what you wanted. you look over and see there are no chefs

- you tip well. you must keep her appeased

- an amber alert alarms your phone. the child has your name. your face.

- you don’t remember ordering, you don’t remember coming here

you remember this waitress.

tip her well

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jemariel

PREACH, LITTLE SISTER

noirdaemon

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ruinedchildhood

This is so cute 😍

oopsiewoopsie123

Sleep Starters

“How late were you up last night?”

“You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.”

“Aren’t you cold? I can go get you some blankets!”

“Are you alright? I thought I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Don’t worry, you’re alright. It was just another nightmare.”

“I don’t want to get up!”-“You can’t make me go to bed!”

“Can you turn your music down? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

“That looks highly uncomfortable. How do you even sleep like that?!”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up…”

“Don’t you think it’s getting awful late?”

“Sweet dreams!”

“I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.”

“You said some interesting things in your sleep last night.”

“Did you have another bad dream?”

“Come on, let’s just go to sleep.”

“You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”

cairgnorm

bando--grand-scamyon

GET HER

noirdaemon

• closed starter •

A slumbering, heavy furred Sphinx laid dormant in his otherwise vacant temple; save for the thousands of pictures, scattered among other physical remnants of memorabilia that he laid upon. A small grunt slipped from his nose, and he looked up through one narrowed eye, his giant head turning slightly to study the humanoid before him.

She was small. Much smaller than he. Of course, he was an abnormally large creature. Maroon tapestries laced with cream trim rustled on his back as he brought one large paw to his chin, long claws tapping sleepily against his cheek before he murmured,

“You have awakened Aandenking. What is your purpose here, little one? Have you lost a memory you wish to regain?”

@azalearoseshield

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Azalea stood before the giant Sphinx, her heart hammering as she viewed the creature in awe. She jumped, startled when he moved. Legend had proved true and she had not expected it to. She’d been sent to investigate alone because nobody had put much stock into the story of a living Sphinx with the power to alter memory.

It took her a moment to find her voice, her eyes scanning the creature’s form as she finally spoke. “I…didn’t think you’d be real.” She admitted, every sense alert in case she accidentally angered him. For a reason she couldn’t explain, she didn’t think he would be a danger to her. “You can truly alter memories?”

noirdaemon

“Not many know I am.” He answered softly, large eyes intent and unblinking. Aandenking tilted his head to the left slightly and tapped his claws again in thought. “I suppose that’s what it’d be called, yes. Perhaps, if humans actually took the time to find me, they wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss me as a myth.”

Laughter rumbled in his chest. “But you are here. What do you need with me?”

azalearoseshield-blog

She bit her lip, trying to decide if the risk was worth the reward. She knew next to nothing about the creature, but there was a feeling of peace she felt that couldn’t be explained. The fact that she had to opportunity to speak with such a being had allowed excitement to overcome her fear and she took a hesitant step forward.

“My mother. She died when I was five. I don’t remember much about her…can you help me to know her?”

noirdaemon

Aandenking’s eyes lit up slowly, and he drove two claws into the hoard of memories he sat upon; his digging was with purpose, for even though the pile looked scattered and chaotic, he knew precisely where everything was.

A moment of delving and the claws resurfaced with a single picture of her mother. He carefully dropped it down into her hands, his thick, fluffy tail sweeping across the stone floor. “What exactly do you wish to know?”

azalearoseshield-blog

Her breath caught in her throat at the picture, her fingers grasping it tightly as if it might be wrenched away at any moment. Azalea’s eyes scanned the photo, memorizing every line.

“I…” Where to begin? There was so much she wanted to know. So many things she never got to learn and every detail was something she craved. “What was she like?” The question was so broad, but it was all she could think to ask.

noirdaemon

"She was caring. Kind. Cared more for your happiness and preservation than her wellbeing. This instinct was her downfall, but her death led to your strength. Heartbreak is the ultimate hurtle." Aandenking chimed, voice low and thick in his throat as he slowly tilted his head. "She went through every measure she could to make sure that your view of her was never tarnished, although I doubt it would have been even if she hadn't."