Cupping her cheek, the General began stroking away her tears with a thumb. Oh.. he truly had her trust now. She wouldn't fly away.
"I've had a hunch, though I wasn't quite certain how to approach it either. And... earlier, when you admitted it to me- I knew I had to say something. I'm glad I did. I'm so happy you told me, love."
It feels like she's gradually melting under his touch, her vision blurring into a dream like state. "I was so scared that you'd... that you'd find it amusing and make fun of me, so I hid... and... maybe it's foolish of me to fall for you... but I can't- stop loving you. It's breathtaking, it's amazing and it's... so lovely."
She sighs, leaning into his hand.
"You've been good to me, Caleb. Let me be good to you back."
He swiftly took her face with both his hands, looking her dead in the eyes. Caleb stared into them for a long moment, assessing her before his gaze softened, and he released a slow, calm breath.
"Then be good to me, love. Be good to me."
some of the horrors, rp excerpt with @thereal-witchhuntergeneral
idk man but something about Stanley "taught himself extremely advance physics/math/probably many other things while running a relatively successful business" Pines and Stanford "is wanted in almost every dimension with a judicial system of some kind" Pines is sooo fucking funny to me
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
Cooking horror game where you play as a cook working in the galley of a ship in the 1800s. There’s some kind of supernatural nautical horror story going on in the background but you barely notice this because you spend all day cooking in the galley.
The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course
Birthday gift for my dear friend who loves vampires♥ . The whole thing was made in three days, I had too much fun drawing it! I created the cover drawing in the car on the way to the birthday party. So I had no time to scan it :D
Well, if you enjoy reading it let me know and I will try to post more (I am making comics for my friend regularly, I am just too ashamed to translate and upload these silly things online x_x )
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