#Mr Bag

[valdevia]

1976, a hot summer day. You are playing in the backyard when you notice a smell, like trash that's been left out for too long. Mom calls from inside: “Lunch is ready! Come in and stop playing with that sprinkler!” That's when you see it.

Mr. Bag is a monster by @sssslimyswampghostttt!

[gengarghast]

Hey tumblr people I wanna know which spooky guy is your favorite

[raintides]

they're going shopping

[venominomenon]

Do you think in the Underworld Eurylochus heard voices of the drowned men asking him why he opened the bag?-

[rejectingrepublicans]

So fancy even his showers are golden.

[shoujo-dump]

Kamibukuro-kun wa Koishiteru

[s0fter-sin]

nikolai hunting ghost down whenever they're on the same base and plucking him from whatever duties he has to whisk him away somewhere private. he has no authority, nothing more than his reputation as a rogue pilot with a few screws loose, but the way he fearlessly manhandles the ghost has people ducking out of his way anyway

behind a locked door, he offers ghost the choice of either curling up at his feet or sitting pliant in his lap, his full weight against him with his head lax on his shoulder; warm, comfortable, boneless

he then tucks his mask up above his lips and plies him with fruit and sweets; things he'd never buy for himself, indulgences he’d never entertain, wasted on a hollow shell like him

but nikolai? oh, he knows how much he deserves them; these precious moments of peace where the only thing ghost exists for is the next delicious bite

he feeds them to him one by one; thumbing strawberry juice and powdered sugar from his lips, humming in pure pleasure as he sucks it away, and smiles at ghost’s involuntary shivers when he feeds him his favourites. ghost doesn't even know what most of the sweets even are; what they’re made of or even what country nikolai buys them from. he just knows he loves them; loves the chase of nikolai’s fingers on his tongue after each one even more

nikolai always brings plenty for him, always draws it out, wanting these rare breaths of contentment to last for ghost’s sake as much as his own; offering plump bites of tart, homemade treats, letting rich chocolate melt between his fingers so it's soft in his mouth and watches his eyes flutter shut as he savours it

decadence incarnate; slow taught and hard won

ghost licks the dregs from his fingers and suckles them long after they're clean; the thought of an empty mouth so wrong to his sweet-clouded mind. nikolai coos in russian down at him, brushing his fingers through his hair as he holds him close, but he's too far away to take in any of it; the only thing holding him in the present the sugared fingers held gently in his mouth

after all, nikolai's always been his favourite sweet

[hmsdoodlin]

I’m so incredibly obsessed with Soul Beast Mind.

After Souls transformation and Hearts sudden absence, Mind is forced to take on everything by himself. The man once so confident he could run the ship one handed is stretched thin and forced to face that he’s not enough.

There’s no one around to impress, and yet he still takes great care in his appearance, taking time to do his hair and makeup before leaving his room. He dresses far more formally than usual, buttoning up his shirt and tying his shoes with a blank stare and a worn creaky prosthetic.

His boots click down the empty hallway far too early in the morning, preparing three meals three times a day for people who will never eat them. He sets the table and eats alone, staring at the food on plates he knows won’t be touched. He meticulously puts away leftovers, dating and portioning everything in little plastic containers. The fridge is full of food, throwing away perfectly good meals to make room for more.

When Soul comes home he’ll surely be hungry, thankful for his favorites after such a long time away, and there’s always a chance Heart will sneak out of his room in the middle of the night to eat. He knows Soul isn’t coming home and that Hearts been starving himself, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Just in case.

He occasionally knocks on Hearts door, asking simple questions in an attempt to check up on him.

“Dinners ready, it’s your favorite.”

“Can I come in? I need to check on your wing.”

He never gets a response.

He spends all of his time taking care of Whole, constantly keeping him stable and alive. His room has accumulated copious amounts of dust, his prized electric guitar going unpolished for weeks when just two months ago he treated it like his baby. There’s no time for hobbies or leisurely activities, ignoring his books to stare blankly at a screen and survey Wholes every waking moment for every day of his life.

He’s tired. He wants his headmates back.

[majdoline]

Joe and his trusty satchel taking on the world one city at a time

[gengarghast]

Entity description + images below, for any that are unfamiliar with the ones listed!

Anxious Dog: Appears to anyone it's not currently hunting as a large white dog, specifically a greyhound. Seeing it from your peripheral vision shows it for what it truly is. Constantly laughs, though most can't hear it. Will act like a dog, if you treat it like one.

Bonesworth: Once Bonesworth (named after a once-popular phone game said to be key to summoning him) has latched onto "his favourite", he's almost impossible to get rid of. Only able to be seen by the person he is currently following, Bonesworth often brings insomnia and sickness.

The Smile Room: A wormhole between our universe and the mouth of some sleeping, near-dead entity of unfathomable size, any abandoned room or space could become a "smile room". Anyone drawn in is decimated (much like a black hole), though it may make ambulatory hosts as a last resort.

Good Boy: Absolutely not a dog.

The Angel: Those who see the angel receive visions and swear that they've been touched by divinity, despite the unique appearance of the entity. When it shows itself, witnesses swear that it's an ethereal being not of this world, though the marks it leaves behind say otherwise.

The Man in the Red Room: People who dream him insist it's a man. Not much is known. The red room is his prison, the specifics of which tends to change depending on the person. Always dirty and empty. He can reach out while people dream. He needs us. He is trying to escape.

The Needle: A cryptid seen in small cities and rural towns across the Midwest. Often seen clambering through the trees, giving a lucky hunter just enough time to snap a blurry photo. The unlucky ones are found pinned to the trees, their skin loose and sagging.

The Piecemeal Men: They think they're from the government. Small men in hats and coats, like a paranoiac's dream. If they decide you owe, they will get into your house each night and take a piece of you, pulling rusted saws and knives from beneath their coats, until you are gone.

Smile Owls: Carnivorous and predatory hunters that work together to take down larger prey. Very adept at mimicry, often learning and repeating snippets of words and phrases from stalking previous kills to use as bait later.

The Clatter: Lonesome entity made of discarded antlers of all shapes and sizes. Haunts rest stops, hunting blinds, and tourist traps in secluded woodsy areas. It’s named after the horrendous noises it makes when it moves, and its cry is like the wind blowing through bones.

Mr. Bag: ERROR: NO OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION FOUND

[rolameny]

inventing a new kind of lavender marriage where it's not two gay people pretending to be straight married but two asexuals pretending to be whatever kind of married will get me a tax break and someone to go splitsies on a costco four-pack with. taking applications now

[bennetsbonnet]

I've just had the best afternoon EVER!! 😭

I went to the theatre to see a production of Pride and Prejudice* (*sort of) and I genuinely do not think I've laughed that hard at anything in a long time. It was absolutely hilarious.

Five women played most of the parts, although Kitty was not in it and Mrs Gardiner was just Auntie G!! But the absolute BEST swap was Mr Bennet, who was just a chair with book pages sticking up. 0 dialogue even when the girls/Mrs Bennet were screaming at him for help. I cried.

Personal highlights:

Bingley getting his hand stuck in a Pringles tube when meeting Jane

Elizabeth singing You're So Vain to Mr Darcy and swearing at both him and Mr Collins when they proposed

Smooth Operator playing when Wickham was introduced, who told Lizzy all the Darcy tea while they were smoking outside next to a bin which had 'JANE AUST-BIN' written on it

Mr Collins forcing Elizabeth to sing Lady in Red to Lady Catherine, while he went and danced before her

The actor playing Mrs Reynolds was also Darcy and delivered the accounts of his good character with extra venom, so good

The dialogue was modernised but it absolutely captured the spirit of it, while still keeping some memorable lines like Elizabeth screaming 'what are men to rocks and mountains?' when walking near Rosings and the ULTIMATE swoon-worthy Darcy line 'I cannot fix on the hour...'

Was quite a spontaneous decision to go but I'm sO glad that I did. This particular production demonstrated both how timeless the story is and how absolutely hilarious it is. 10000/10, if it's on anywhere near you, you should definitely see it!!

[grossnyucky]

the brainrot is so bad bro

[shoujo-dump]

Kamibukuro-kun wa Koishiteru

[puppyfail]

this is a shitty pic but here's my ita bag for the con tomorrow >:3c

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1194 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2010 & 2011)