#notxthedumbone

[ghoulishundertakings]

Still thinking about the AU where @notxthedumbone is literally Lucida’s kid. No one knows who the other parent is or if there is one — one day there was Toddler and it just seemed to make sense. And he is now just giving all her would be dates hell.

[heskeptic]

@notxthedumbone “There’s some things you just don’t ask questions about.” small town gothic prompts | accepting

“i get that, dude.” he has plenty of things he’d rather never get asked about, plenty of things he’d never be any good at finding an answer for. “consider that question officially redacted.”

[musesthroughtheages]

@notxthedumbone

"What'chu boys doing, makin' all that racket?"

[deliciousfear]

The clown gives the other big, wide smile as blue hues shimmer with curiosity. 

                          “Well, he-llo there!”

@notxthedumbone​ // closed.

[vyrulent]

@notxthedumbone​ sent:

❝ you'd think a gaggle of leeches would be more /aware/. ❞ barrel says from the shadows before lounging on one of their little dustymusty coffins, twirling the umbrella in his hand. he's /bored/ && the vamps have always been easy to mess with. he pokes at the vamp closest to him, the tip of the umbrella digging into an undead stomach.

without thought to the need of an umbrella, the umbrella is snatched and broken in half. a dumb decision? perhaps. but a decision had been made in his moment of irritation. that damn oogie boogie placed a curse upon the world with those kids free to raise destruction and hell wherever they wished to meddle. 

“have you no pumpkins to destroy just to aggravate jack,” leopold questions, his very aggravation laced through his words.  “i can’t imagine you’ll find any fun in this dusty old place.”

[shocking-trickster]

           starter for @notxthedumbone.

         “ MOVE OVER! It’s MY turn to choose what we watch. You’ve had it ALL day! “

[futurepopmoved]

@notxthedumbone ♡'d for a oneliner.

   ❝Oh wow, aren’t you edgy.❞

[dxsole]

@notxthedumbone | Liked For A Starter

“Christ--!” It’s suddenly spat by the man, clearly not expecting anyone else to be there in the shadows with him. Granted, now he knew what one of his victims felt like when he emerged from beneath the pier-- he personally didn’t like the feeling.

“Jesus...get a bell or a light or something. Don’t you know you can’t just go around being a creepy fuck at night.” Anton muttered, adjusting his hood to better shield his face. “And what the fuck are you doing here? Haven’t you heard that shit on the news about that slasher guy? You wanna get gutted or some shit?”

Even if Anton was the slasher mentioned, that didn’t mean this kid was his type-- too young for his tastes. If anything he needs him out of the area so he can properly search for his someone he could really have some fun with.

“Gave me a damn heart attack-- You look like the love child of Kurt Cobain and a bulldog, you know that? And that’s one hell of a scary thing to see lurkin’ round here.” He’s learned rudeness usually did the trick in sending someone away.