"My ability to talk with fish is of no help, Wonder Woman!"
You don't fuckin' say.
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"My ability to talk with fish is of no help, Wonder Woman!"
You don't fuckin' say.
asknyarlathotep replied to your post:*soft, wounded honking noises* Where is my Toasty?
Where’s our Toasty, you mean… D:
No.
Where is my Toasty.
Hey, I know this sounds weird, but I went into your house last Tuesday and I lost a tentacle... I didn't want to wake you up, so if you... "find" it somewhere *cough* inappropriate, just let me know, ok? Or I could just look for it tonight...
*Tugs at the gum itself*What? Like in the coffee pot or something? I’ll be sure to throw it out when it turns up… probably smells like rotting fish anyway.
asknyarlathotep said: Oh my… Pucker up! O3O
B-But senpai! I don't feel like having my mind flayed today~
"As such the priests laid the sacrifice down on the altars, tied them to it, and cut open their chests with serrated obsidian knives to offer their hearts to Tezcatlipoca." (Not even kidding, random book off the shelf and it just had to be "The Aztec Empire, Vol.I" O_o)
((I MIGHT MAKE A DRABBLE WITH THIS LATER BUT LETS HAVE A HEADCANON FIRST.))
Sara’s life has constantly been dripping in horrible dreams and nightmares but for Sara the biggest one she can remember from her childhood that drove her straight to her parent’s room most every time in tears was the nightmare from small stories that Karl used to tell Sara to keep her silent when she was not feeling well.
The sight of the priests taking a person away from their own life seemed to get that person away from their own family and to a church of sorts? Sara was never sure but they always looked so sad and dead no matter what happened. How the knives stood out against the rest of the scene straight till blood was drawn which shook her from her slumber and screaming for her mother or father to console her of the terrors of her own mind.
I like your work on LOVEcrafter thus far, reminds me of an idea I actually had myself a few years back. Keep it up, little cultist... uhm, a question then I guess. How about Walter Gilman? I think he might make a good arbitrary character. :P
Oh my god when I got your message I started clapping like a seal. I absolutely love your blog!
I’m making this public just because I wanted to say that I do indeed plan on having poor Walter Gilman be an NPC. Most of the NPCs (if not all) are going to be Lovecraft characters— and if they aren’t outright Lovecraft characters, there’s a 79% chance that they’re Nyarlathotep (because why just have one body when you can have a kajillion?).
Plus, since Kaziah Mason is a big character, it’d be an awful shame not to have poor, poor Walter in it…
He doesn’t like rats for some reason. Huh. Wonder why.
Always a loyal cultist,Rosy
P.S. Thank you so much for the follow.
asknyarlathotep replied to your post: asknyarlathotep replied to...
Don’t worry, there’s nothing you can do anyway. It’s just the wheels of the cosmos turning, slowly grinding humanity to a pulp to grease the cogs. At least you have a byakhee, so that you can run away once the ship goes under. Soon…
I...I am... I... ....[Whining.] No... Stop i-it... S-Stop... Please. No. I-I don't wanna hear this.
asknyarlathotep replied to your post: asknyarlathotep replied to...
Oh it’s too late now. Even if you hide in the little hole you call home, you know that there are things out there, that reality is so much bigger, darker and crueler than you though. And you are just a corn of sand in the desert. Want a Sarsparilla?
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Uhhh.... I-I... No.