Apr 1
my friend @stcries had a cat named lucky, who had crossed the rainbow bridge a couple weeks ago. but in his afterlife, he met a new owner:
love you always, lucky. we'll miss you here, but we know ken is gonna take real good care of you.
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my friend @stcries had a cat named lucky, who had crossed the rainbow bridge a couple weeks ago. but in his afterlife, he met a new owner:
love you always, lucky. we'll miss you here, but we know ken is gonna take real good care of you.
// just made some picrews of some of my fav ships
" one of us! one of us! "
@stcries (Lewis) • Silly starter idea because I can, hehe.
(...Greeeeeat.) As if his luck couldn't get any worse that evening— (Just... just great.) —he'd taken so long with his last delivery of the day it had started pouring while he was still on the road, forcing him to take a detour in search of shelter. Sadly, not before getting soaked head-to-toe. At least, he'd found a place where to stay dry.
Suddenly, lightning struck, followed by thunder— " EEK!! " —causing an already-skittish Pizzelle to jump. There was a very small, perhaps even insignificant problem, however— (WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!) —and that's the place itself: an abandoned mansion by the road.
It was the perfect setting for the beginning of a horror movie. (I'm— I'm going to end up cursed or dead. DEAD!!) And it wasn't doing his paranoia any favors.
Which was why— " ...W-what am I worried about— ? Nobody lives here. " —he had to find a way to spend the time without letting his own thoughts eat him alive. So why not talk to himself? " I-it's just... someone's abandoned property— " (Gosh, I sure hope so.) " —a-and I'm going to prove it! " And so, without thinking twice about it, he turned to the old, wooden door, grabbed the door knocker, and gave it a couple good knocks.
With that, he waited. Still quaking in his boots. Seconds of tension quickly turned into relief as he sighed. " Thank goodness. " He might've DIED on the spot if the door, somehow, cracked opened all by itself. Unless— .
”I-I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to break it—“ || @stcries sent from the creature!
❝ ---eh, no harm done. been meanin' t'make another one, anyway. ❞ gingerly, he stoops down to pick up the broken axe. ❝ don't get t'use 'em much, anyways. ❞ unceremoniously, he breaks off the head of the tool, before chucking the wooden handle into the small firepit he'd started. ❝ 'ere---- ❞ a grubby hand gestures to the empty log on the opposite side of him; inviting the other to sit.
❝ probl'y should ask this first, but---you're not a spy, right? ❞ caleb didn't figure he was, but you just never knew, these days. ❝ ye jus' so happen t'stumble upon my little camp, of sorts. not the most ideal, but i'm makin' do. on account'a me havin' t'fix my boat. ❞ a stick gets taken up in hand; using it as a fire poker to stoke the fire.
❝ ---what brings ya out here? tryin' t'find yer way back home? ❞ caleb could tell this man in front of him was rather...new to this environment. but who was he to judge? he'd seen all sorts of folk, from his time at sea and within the army. ❝ y'came upon the right side'a the woods. if ya went 200 yards the other way, ya likely woulda been shot. ❞
@stcries / oneliner call!
" Oh, you're back! I'd just been wondering where you'd gotten off to. I found another anomaly that we can--...Stanley? Why are you looking at me like that? "
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To say Rickey wasn't handling Ken's death was an understatement. He spiraled, fully burying himself into his fixation. He had to find something that worked. That didn't just raise a corpse, but brought him back
He buried himself in every occult book and online research he could. He even did a few test runs. The grave robbing and bumbling corpses in the cellar was a problem for another day. Once he brought back ol' uncle Mud with full sentience, he scrambled to get his dad thawed out and ready for the ritual
Sat rocking on the floor, twiddling with the fractured, glowing bone fragment clutched in his hand. Waiting anxiously until he hears a stirring
Tired, bagged eyes flicker up at him and he scrambled over. His heart beat quickened, dread mixed with thrill and curiosity. More stirring, more movement. His breath holds for a moment. He did it
he pulls him into a proper sitting position, " it-it's normal to be stiff. It takes some time for the rigor mortis to wear off and your muscles to get used to moving again. Oh- " he pauses for a moment, lips pursing, " ca-can you hear me? understand? i didn't- i don't " his mind is racing with so many thoughts he was getting overwhelmed
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