cherry valley forever
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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JBB: An Artblog!
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izzy's playlists!
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@xxtwistedmelissa
MY FISH IS DYING :(
He's just laying at the bottom of the tank and breathing/gasping but he didn't swim up to eat when I fed him and he isn't moving he's just lying in the corner of the tank while the other fish in there eats all the food :(
R.I.P. BB you will be missed
THERE IS NO. FUCKING WAY.
HOLY SHIT..!!!!!!!!!
OMFG @a-vibing-potato
When life gets so serious that I start watching Quackity dream smp VODS
remembered i have free will
OG under cut
He's so cute 🥹
The fact that there was going to be a pinky promise and maybe a hug to save feature in Little Nightmares before it was scrapped is devastating 😭
yeah
this is so real oml
HOLY SHIT I JUST WATCHED THE ENDING OF LITTLE NIGHTMARES 2 OH MY GOD. I'D SEEN SPOILERS AND ART OF SIX DROPPING MONO BUT IT STILL HIT SO HARD WATCHING IT IN REAL TIME. I KNEW MONO WAS THIN MAN BUT WATCHING HIM SLOWLY TRANSFORM AND STRETCH OVER TIME WAS SO OMINOUS I LOVE IT.
Also I think Six is the lady at the beginning of the first game, I just can't remember what that character is called.
Was Mono always the Thin Man and when Thin Man was chasing him he was chasing himself?? Or is the Thin Man its own entity and it claimed Mono as a new host at the end when he fell into the flesh thing??
And the music was chefs kiss as always 😘 it's gonna haunt me for sure but it's so beautiful
some warmth for atsushi because he has suffered enough
ryuu version
OMG 😭 weretiger
MY CHRISTIAN GRANDPARENTS AND AUNT & UNCLE ARE HERE FOR FATHER'S DAY SUPPER IM SO FUCKING SCARED IT’S ONLY ONLY 4:23PM AND I KNOW THEY'LL PROBABLY YAP FOR HOURS IM NOT EVEN HUNGRY FOR HOTDOGS YET
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI
Happy birthday to my traumatized suicidal maniac Dazai!!!
🧁🥳
My final headcanons
The American Lesbian Circus 💕
Basil as a baby
Little guyyyy :)
OMORI MENTION OMG IT CHANGED MY LIFE 😭
@a-vibing-potato
[Slightly inspired the black eyed children urban legend & I wrote this while watching tuv's 1 urban legend from every state video on Youtube]
TW: Murder, death, stabbing.
It was the dead of night in the city of Grapevine, Texas on a cold day of December. The streets of the small neighborhood were empty and dark, only illuminated by streetlamps and the occasional light shining through a house window.
Small, pale feet padded down the damp sidewalk, leaving prints in the snow. A young girl gripped the railing tightly as she hauled herself up the porch stairs of a house with empty flower beds decorated with statues of cats and gnomes. Through the fogged up glass of the door, a small "Live Laugh Love" sign could be seen hanging up in the entryway.
Just as she reached the front door of the home, she drew a small flower into the snow sprinkled across the floorboards with her bare toes, not even flinching as her feet grew red and frostbitten.
Once she was finished, she reached out and gave the door three firm knocks, before stepping back and waiting patiently.
A middle aged woman with her hair in curlers, wearing a nightgown and holding a mug of coffee answered the door after a moment, looking down at the little girl, who was wearing only a thin-strapped Elsa dress and had rosy tinted cheeks from the winter breeze.
"Hello Mrs. Smith... May I please use your phone?" the girl spoke softly, brushing her hair out of her face, despite the wind immediately blowing it back into her eyes.
"Liora, of course... Are you alright? Come in, come in! Where on earth are your shoes and coat?"
Mrs. Smith quickly ushered her inside, closing the door behind them as Liora wiped the dirt and snow from her feet on the doormat.
"Goodness, what are you doing out so late in this cold?" Mrs. Smith spoke as she frantically added two more logs do the flames burning in the fireplace, taking a sip of her coffee.
The girl did not answer.
"May I use your phone, please?" she asked again.
"Ah, yes, it's in the kitchen, dear..."
"Thank you very much."
Liora gave a soft smile before wandering off into the kitchen, taking the phone from the wall and dialing the number before pressing it to her ear.
"Hello?" a voice spoke from the other end.
"Why hello, Mama! I'm at Mrs. Smith's house right now, could you please come pick me up? It's very cold, you know, and I haven't got socks or shoes on." Liora cheerfully twirled the phone cord as she responded.
"Is she alone?"
"Yes, Mama, but she's got a husband. He works night shifts at the hospital, though, so he won't be back until tomorrow morning."
"Perfect. I'll be there in twenty. Make sure to clean yourself up."
"Alright."
Liora hung the phone back up on the wall and calmly walked back into the living room where Mrs. Smith was sitting on the couch, still sipping her coffee.
"My mama's gonna come get me soon, so you don't gotta worry."
"That's good."
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, darling, it's down the hall to the left."
"Mhm."
The carpeted flooring muffled Liora's already soft footsteps as she walked down the dim hallway, closing the bathroom door behind her and flicking on the light.
After rinsing her face and hands off with warm water and killing time in the small bathroom for a while, she heard a knock on the door in the distance.
Liora quickly scampered out of the room and back down the hallway just as Mrs. Smith's body hit the floor and her coffee spilled all over the carpet, the mug shattering upon impact.
"Mama!" she exclaimed as she stepped over the corpse, embracing the young woman now standing in the doorway.
The new woman patted the young girl's head, before pushing her away.
"Not now, honey, you need to finish the job."
She handed the girl a small, blue bellflower.
Liora nodded eagerly and leaned down to stab the stem into Mrs. Smith's chest.
"Good. Now, let's go." Mama said, reaching out and taking Liora's hand, exiting the house and closing the front door behind them.
The little girl skipped happily down the snow-covered streets, holding the hand of her mother, seemingly unphased by what had just occurred.
Juliette's Blessing
@a-vibing-potato
[Prompt: A seance goes wrong, not because it summons a spirit, but because it banishes one of the participants to an unknown realm, leaving an empty chair.]
[TW: Seances, rituals. -- Also I used Google Translate for the French so I'm very sorry if it is inaccurate.]
The room was dim with the only source of light being a small scentless candle placed in the middle of the floor.
All of our chairs surrounded it, and we all held our breath as we anxiously listened to Lydia speak the necessary phrase.
"Chère et bien-aimée Juliette, je t'en prie, viens vers nous et bénis nos âmes pour le reste de notre vie et pour l'au-delà."
The moment the words left Lydia's mouth, it felt as if time froze. The flame of the candle faltered, and the glass of the mirror placed beside it fogged up, slowly writing the response:
"Un sacrifice sera nécessaire en échange."
Lydia swallowed, before translating for the rest of us, "A sacrifice will be necessary in exchange."
We all nodded hesitantly, and Lydia continued with, "Oui, nous comprenons et nous nous y conformons."
The mirror's glass fogged up again, causing the words to fade. The rest of us leaned forward in our chairs to get a closer look, when the candle suddenly vanished, as if someone had blown out the flame.
"Huh? What happened? Why did the candle go out all of a sudden?" Beth questioned from the seat beside me.
"I'm not sure, who has the lighter? Can we relight it?" Aspen replied.
"I think Lydia did."
"Yeah. Lydia, can you-"
We all turned to face the chair that Lydia had been in during the seance, but it was now empty.
"Lydia?!"
"Where did she go?!"
"I didn't even hear her get up!"
I turned to look at the mirror again.
"Guys, look at the mirror..."
Four more words faded into the fogged up glass.
"L'échange a eu lieu."
I should draw fanart.
Things I should draw:
Mr. Egg from GFN. He is my favorite character and he is literally an oval and he is crying to be drawn with text next to him.
Snuffy & Stoplight Loosejaw yaoi. Only my sister will get it and that's okay.
my shaylas <3
Writing Prompt #103 - Horror
The contract says till death do us part. It doesn't specify whose death.
Till death do us part.
That's what the marriage contract uniting Melinda and I said.
I was lying in bed, Melinda lying next to me with her cheek pressed to my forearm.
"Which one of us do you think will die first?" she piped up after a long period of silence.
I stared at her. "What?"
"The marriage contract says 'Till death do us part'. Which of us do you think will die first?" she repeated as if I was the strange one for questioning her.
"I'm not sure... Hopefully neither of us go very soon." I murmured hesitantly, feeding into her morbid question.
"I think it will be me." Melinda stated calmly.
"I doubt it."
"You shouldn't."
Two weeks later, Melinda died in a house fire. She had been cooking dinner while I was away at my Mother's house for only about an hour, and the house had caught on fire when grease splattered, flames spreading quickly.
Melinda hadn't made it out in time, and almost our entire home was burned down to ashes.
All except for the marriage certificate.
It was barely singed around the edges, but otherwise spotless.
I took it with me when I moved into a new apartment.
It almost seemed like Melinda's spirit followed me wherever I went.
I'd smell her burned hair and see her red skin out of the corner of my eye when I was getting groceries or working at the office, and I'd feel her bite my neck while I was lying in bed.
She never spoke to me. Just stared silently.
Only one night, she finally whispered into my ear.
"Till death do us part, my love. You aren't dead yet, are you?"
