#because like..

[spooky-somewhere]

cw gore //

[carabinerbracelets]

HIHIHIHI

okey question timeee

what one-off character/s do you wish we saw again? could be a side character or just some random dude or anything really lol...

I know there's a few out there that we see for an EP and then they like...dissapear off the face of the earth

I think it would be really interesting to have had more build up for the mayor of neighborville giving henry an offer to be their superhero

like it would have been really cool to see the mayor try and convince henry because it's implied that they'd talked before

also it would be funny to see the mayor get more and more grandiose with his offers and have henry run around trying to hide them from ray

it could have made it more interesting for the audience to have known henry was starting to doubt if he wanted to keep being kid danger while ray was still oblivious

[gummigoodeathpose]

I'm curious. What's your favorite thing you've created, and what are you most proud of?

[asavt]

what's the unit used for height??

[hollowsart]

You cant be THAT surprised by our reaction to the ask. Even you have some appreciation for The Teeth, no? Especially where Eldritch Spamton is concerned...

-smolfunnysalesman1997

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN THAT"S DIFFERENT SKJDHFSDKF

HE DOESN'T HAVE FULL SHARK TEETH IN THEREB SJDFGJSGDFJSD

[kenvais]

sex sounds scary

[moyazaika]

A Little Flame.

(not a yandere work, but I read a book about the witch trials and wrote this little funny thing and wanted to share anyways. hope that's ok)

I watched the dead woman’s body get burned at the stack.

The other girls stood next to me, staring at what we had caused. It became….real….that our little game, something so hard to come by in our little town, had caused this. A woman that we barely knew was killed and is now burning at the stack because we lied about her being a witch.

I could tell that the girls next to me were regretting what they had done, what they had agreed to. They stared at her melting body, and covered their noses at the smell of burning flesh. It smelled too much like meat for them to bare.

Humans were really nothing more than animals. No matter how civilized and faithful we try to act, that is what we are, and nothing made that more clear to us then the smell of our burning flesh.

I didn’t regret it.

For a second, I did. My face had the same expression as the other girls next to me. And I felt a sense of guilt and pity as I witnessed the woman’s death, her neck having been snapped by hanging. But as soon as she died, it went away. I knew she wasn’t a witch, but it almost felt like it. It felt like the moment her spirit left her body, the feeling of guilt went away with it. So I felt nothing when I watched her body burn.

It had been my idea after all to pretend to be afflicted. I was tired of learning nothing but the word of god at school. My bones ached to play. My voice begged to be heard from far away, and my limbs screamed to move around in manners improper.

I didn’t think my little game would go this far though. 

I was the first to have started playing. It was an idea I had had for days as I watched the lamp in my bedroom. Each night I would be angered about how the day had gone. Nothing but chores, prayer, more chores, and more word of God. I knew what would happen if I did the things I wished, to sing the songs of the church with actual joy, to run around like the dogs in the street, and to smile like them too. 

A dog’s life seems so happy and simple. 

Stories had been spreading around town about witchcraft from neighboring towns. My town has always been superstitious, despite that being the opposite of faith, so all those rumors were seen as unproven facts. It made sense to them that witches existed. It made sense to them that anything bad was caused by those witches. The stories talked about mad things happening to people that upset them. Making people go into fits of pain, and making them speak words that made no sense.

My town doesn’t whisper these things. Gossip is a sin. So all of these stories are shared in the streets, always with a tone of distaste. A tone mandatory when talking about things like witches and the devil.

It was while watching the little flame that the idea struck me, much like the church people talked about how God struck them with words. Maybe god is real, and his only message to me was that little idea.

I know that people say god is all good, but that can’t be true. If god was all good, he wouldn’t allow for innocent people to get burned because a little girl lied about them being a witch. He wouldn’t allow the people that swear to do whatever he says to be the ones burning an innocent woman.

Maybe god is all powerful, but he is not all good.

…

I let the idea simmer in my head for a couple of nights. My bones were joyful at the idea of moving around like an upside-down beetle, flaying limps around desperately. And the idea of letting out as many screams as I wished until my throat went raw was too tempting to deny for long.

…

I waited until it was night, watching my little flame again in my dark windowless room. I opened my mouth but hesitated.

What if my parents could tell I was acting?

What if everyone in town could see through my lies?

What if I was accused of being a witch instead?

What if my parents were accused of being involved in witchcraft?

I closed my mouth and decided to dabble in this game before submitting fully to it.

I moved my limps wildly in my bed, the bed making squeaking noises as I moved. 

It felt so good.

I knew my parents would wake up from the noise, they were light sleepers, something they loved reminding me of when they talked about me when I was a baby. “We couldn’t get a minute of sleep for days because of you. We weren’t a bit sad when you were finally older.”

I kept moving faster and harder, my young body so full of energy to get tired any time soon.

My mother came to my room and demanded to know what I was doing.

My body tensed. I had to decide. Lie and say I was having a nightmare….or lie even more…and get to continue my game…..

I screamed, tensing my body even more before flailing around. 

I kept screaming as my mom came to my side, demanding to know what was wrong. My dad ran into the room, my scream had woken him up.

I kept moving around until I was too tired to continue and simply lied limply in my bed, letting exhaustion cradle me to sleep. The sound of my mothers worried words my lullaby.

It all came full circle in a way. Going from watching an innocent little flame on my nightstand to watching a fire consume the body of the loser in my little game.

-✨🥐anon (sorry for any typos! I wrote this after reading a book for three hours. Little rant. I love the idea of the Salem witch trials having been nothing but these girls lying about everything and them having been unable (and didn't really want to) stop the lie, so they watched their lies end up with people dying)

yeah that’s ok!

OHH i agree, but i thought that’s how the salem witch trials actually began? like a couple of teenage girls pointed the finger at someone they didn’t like and religious paranoia did the rest of the work for them?? maybe i’m wrong, cus i was obsessed with the trials a couple of years ago lol

i love the imagery of the flame you used here!! how things escalated from being merely a small flame to a raging fire that consumed even other people.

as well as the apathy of the main character, always fascinating to read a story from the perspective of a character you don’t empathise or sympathise with in the sense that they’re vastly different to you.

fantastic writing!!