#she scary

[starwarrior18]

Oooooooooooooooooh she pretty 😍 😍😍😍

Wh-wh-wh-wha????????

[odinsblog]

yikes

[aficionadoenthusiast]

padfoot is the dog that waps people (*cough*regulus*cough*) in the face with his tail without realizing (he knows when it's regulus) and regulus is the cat that smacks people (*cough*sirius*cough*) for no reason (because sirius was annoying him)

[percabeth4life]

[Trans-Percy, just decided to give her a different name].

Ellen Aurelia Jackson looks delicate and curvy with flawless skin without calluses, but she can fucking mince you with just two strokes.

Ellen: :)

Everyone: she's so pretty!

Ellen: *destroys an army single handledly*

Everyone: ... oh

[novadoesartforfun]

Things that I have said while playing Lethal Company before dying.

What's that sound?

Oh hey, a bug.

There's only one of them, what's it gonna do.

Is that a roomba?

Do you think it hear us? (was not whispering)

Why is it sparking?

Oh shit.

I can make that jump. (while carrying two gold bar)

Oh hey, did another player joined?

IT HAS A SHOTGUN.

I have a shovel and I am not afraid.

Keep looking at it. I will try to open the door.

I can run around it.

Hey, there's a little girl.

Jump on a rail, it won't be able to do anything. (didn't read update logs)

[ravenousscorpian]

i have a bad habit of not actually drawing characters i really like XD (like sir pent) so this one is for shiromori who i really think she super neat ✨🥹❤️❤️ dont kill me umu

[sleepis4theweak]

*Bursts through door*

HEY NERD,

Make a coraline oc, For halloween.

OKAY NERD

HALLOWEEN HAS PASSED BUT HERE YOU GO-

<3 <3 <3

[unicyclehippo]

Everytime you post about your mfau I get so fucking excited and unhinged like AHHHH YEAH give me EVIL morally AMBIGUOUS painfully DEVOTED Imogen I NEEEEEED IT. Anyway thank you for your service

In both of them, wariness flared; other senses roused in response to the force that confronted them, unseen, unheard, unfelt. Without sense or understanding that might measure that force, they were left only with that most primitive of senses—fear itself.

For Seeker Paris, it was as the precursor to fever: an unpleasant warmth, the back of his neck beading with sweat, an ache building in his joints.

For Seeker Sward, that keen, terrible sensation of being watched by an unkind eye.

It was a truth long acknowledged by the Seekers that in every thief, murderer, and villain they encountered there was, first and foremost, a human.

The same could not be said of Lady Faramore.

There was a most unnatural air to the woman. It was not a charismatic force of the kind some folk are able to conjure, a force of personhood that charmed, entranced; this was, rather, an uncanny force, a power that surrounded her, repellent. It was a profound isolation that forbade connection to her entirely. There was a starkness, an emptiness, a vast hollowness to the Lady before them that sent some animal instinct within the Seekers to screaming.

And yet, the Seekers did not run. Lady Faramore was something more, something other than she appeared; she also held information vital to their investigation. Despite the rising wish—need—to flee, the Seekers did not run. They would not run.

Lady Faramore looked up from her tea and smiled.