#but what kind?

[wendievergreen]

Gerzlaem

Three beasts for the price of one! The first thing I noticed is the entry says there's three types of gerzlaem but only describes two. What is the third kind? The Goldilocks gerzlaem, with wavy fur, medium height, and moderate danger? I have to know.

Next step was thinking of some real animals to pull from. While some of the description feels clearly feline (long tail, paws, carnivore) it also gave me goat vibes (roams mountains, nimble (these are also cat traits, I don't know why I kept thinking of goats)). I settled on two local animals, the mountain goat and the mountain lion (aka cougar, puma, etc).

I'm really charmed by mountain goats in summer with their fleece half peeled of. I decided that the three kinds of gerzlaem are the same animal in different seasons.

The text is lyrics from "We Do It Different on the West Coast" by The Mountain Goats. I could explain my reasoning, but I don't think it'll help.

[carpeossa]

I just realized that if it wasn’t for my parents, I would be spending new years alone.

I just tried to see if there were any family get together plans for New Year’s Day and just about every one in my extended family will be spending it with their immediate families.

Which caused me to question what would I do if I didn’t have anyone tospend the evening with.

I have made the grand decision that if I have no one to spend the Eve with then I’ll just be a cryptid and lurk at the local cemetery.

[dawn-arts]

[quietplace26]

(still no title. suggestions?)

? au (3)

Akito stares at the new clam shell in shock, feeling a sense of growing horror build up inside him as it finally hits him that someone, or something, had gotten into his room!

And judging by the still soaking wet spot on the floor by his bed, it stood there and watched him while he slept!

But how?! He-He booby traped all his doors and windows! Nothing should've been able to get in without setting them off!

Akito quickly learns why none of his 'alarms' went off the moment he exited his bedroom, carefully making sure not to step on any of the water puddles scattered across his floor.

He follows the wet marks all the way to his kitchen, and then to his open back door, leading out onto the back porch.

His little homemade alarm system was no where to be seen, but all Akito could focus on his was his back door, swinging back and forth listlessly.

He walks up to the door and and walks outside, looking around tensely. He didn't see anyone...

Akito suddenly stiffens when he feels the familar feeling of being watched. Slowly, Akito turns toward the sea and scans the waters.

The sea look beautiful that morning. The early morning sun made the water glitter like sparkling gems, but Akito knew something was there, hiding under the waves...

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Akito stomps down his porch steps and up to the sea. He stops a few feet from it, letting water brush at his feet at every wave.

"HEY!" Akito yells out. "I know you're there, so listen up! I'm done with your creepy bullshit! If you want me to leave, fine! I'll leave and you can have your stupid beach back!"

The air suddenly shifts. The water stills. Everything becomes unnerveingly quiet.

And the stare Akito keeps feeling. It now feels... different.

Akito shudders as he backs away from the sea, never once taking his eyes off it till he was back on his porch and ducks back inside.

After getting changed, he grabs his things, tosses them into his car, and speeds off to town.

On the way there, he calls Miss Asako, telling her everything that just happened. Needless to say, she was horrified by his story.

She goes on to tell him he made the right choice by leaving, that there was no telling by what that 'spirit' could've done to him if he stayed.

Akito ends up crashing at Miss Asako's home for a few days, the older woman refusing to let Akito waste any money at staying at a motel.

It was during this time Akito was trying to figure out what to do next. He literally spent all his money buying that house! Was it even possible for him to buy another new house in such short notice?!

Akito sighs tiredly as he walked through the small seaside town. Miss Asako was at work, and since he restless, Akito decided to explore the town a bit more, hoping it would help him get his mind off what happened...

It didn't. In fact, the more Akito walked around, the more stresed out he became. He just couldn't stop thinking about what happened back on the beach. In his house.

He was just walking by some piers when he feels it. The familar, burning stare of something watching him from the sea.

Akito felt his heart drop. It followed him all the way to town?!

And then he hears it. Something was splashing in the water, and it sounded big.

Akito didn't even bother to look to see what it was, he just ran all the way back to Miss Asako's home and started packing his things.

If it followed him all the way here, what's to say it wouldn't try to break into Miss Asako's home like it did his?! He just couldn't risk it! Miss Asako could get hurt!

So despite feeling scared out his mind, Akito decides his best, and probably only opinion, was to go back to his house.

He didn't have enough money to buy a new place, staying at a motel would be too expensive, and he just didn't want to bother Miss Asako anymore.

Of course Miss Asako tries to change his mind, but Akito just gives her a small, nervous smile, saying he'd be find. She gives him a look that clearly said she didn't believe him, but doesn't try to stop him from leaving.

She did however give him a hug, saying he'd always be welcome in her home. This makes Akito smiles for real. Miss Asako... She kinda reminds him of his late mother.

...Akito makes it back home just as the sun was setting.

It was race to lock everything up, and eventhough it failed before, he re-booby trapped the doors again.

And as he was checking all the door and windows one last time befor eheading to bed, he notices something on his kitchen table.

Sitting in the center of the table was a couple of baskets?

With confustion brewing within him, Akito walks over to the baskets. He didn't even own baskets like these ones so where did they come from?!

Could it possible that thing got back into his house while he was away and left them?!

Akito stares at the baskets warily. Should he open them? Or should he toss them out? The biggest basket had a fishy odor emulating from it, but the two smaller baskests seemed innocent enough.

Bitting his lip nervously, Akito decides to take a chance and opens the smallest one first. The smallest basket was full of little pearls.

The other slightly bigger basket on the other hand was full of sea shells. The likes of which being conch shells, scallops, sand dollars, and there was even what appears to be shark teeth as well!

Now for the final basket. It smelled heavily of dead fish, and the smell only grew worse when Akito opened the basket. It was filled to the brim with all sorts of dead fish! And they weren't rotten! In fact it looks like the fish were killed not that long ago!

Looking from one basket to the next, Akito felt unsure as what this could all mean. Did that thing really leave all this stuff here? All this stuff... it felt like gifts.

But that couldn't be right! Akito thought that thing was trying to scare him away!

And yet when he glances at the basket full of pearls, Akito thinks back to the two pearls he got before. Could it possible he was just misunderstanding everything?

That maybe the thi- the spirit of the beach was just trying to be friendly with Akito by giving him gifts?

Okay. That's nice. But that still didn't wash away the fact it broke into his home and watched him sleep!

Feeling tired, Akito decides he would deal with his gifts in the morning.

He did however put the fish into his freezer, making a mental note of checking to see if the fish were contaminated with anything.

And if they weren't? Uh... Maybe he'll cook them for dinner tomorrow? Or maybe he'll just throw them all away. Yeah, that might be the better idea...

With one last look around his house, Akito heads to bed, silently praying that the hopefully 'friendly' spirit wouldn't break into house again...

But going by the fact he swore he saw glowing eyes peeking in through his kitchen window for a split second, he knew his prayers weren't going to be answered that night...

[unpeeled-human]

special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

[beardedmrbean]

Eight-year-old Max Alexander holds the world record as the youngest runway fashion designer. He began designing at the age of four.

[sniperct]

[visenyaism]

“girl dinner” “girl math” “i’m just a girl” okay but I am an adult I am six feet tall I am loud as fuck I take up space I am smart and capable. So are you. Why would we want to laugh at jokes where the punchline is that women aren’t? Why would we want to make jokes about being small and childish and incapable? Who do you think laughs at those jokes the loudest?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[as-i-watch]

Chilchuck is definitely the kind of dad that scared his kids with the boogie man, he has that kind of humor

and probably ended up having them sleep on his bed bc he scared them too much too

[sparebutton]

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

[quietplace26]

(Still not really sure what to call this au...)

? au (2)

Akito wakes up with a gasp, nearly falling out his beach bed in a haste to get up. His heart was racing, he felt scared, and he no idea why.

The sun had gone down long ago, leaving Akito with only the moon shining down on him... and the feeling of being watched was even stronger than usual.

Shivering, Akito tries to ignore it as he starts getting off his beach bed, thinking it was nothing more then just his imagination.

But the moment he swung his feet off the beach bed, Akito notices something was wrong.

The floor was wet, and that shouldn't have been possible.

Akito's home was built high enough to where hightide shouldn't be able to flood his porch. And yet, the floor by his beach bed was wet.

Scrambling for his phone, Akito uses it as a flash light as he examines the floor in shock. And to his growing horror, he sees it wasn't the only wet spot.

Shining his light, he sees that the wet marks go all the way over to his back porch steps. It... It almost looked like something dragged itself out the water and over to where Akito was sleeping!

Feeling throughly terrified now, Akito bolts inside, locking all his doors and windows, and barricading himself in his bedroom.

Akito honestly considered calling the police, but what good would that do. Tell them he found some wet drag marks on his porch and that it freak him out? He'd be called crazy for sure!

But then he remembered the nice lady from grocery store, Miss Asako. He remembered the story she told him, about a spirit or monster that haunted his beach. Could it be possible that the stories were real? Or was he just being overdramatic?

He never actually saw anything, just those wet drag marks... and continuing feeling of being watched.

...Maybe he should call Miss Asako in the morning...

Akito ends up staying up all night, too paranoid that something was going to get into his home, so it wasn't much a surprise that he felt so tired when daylight finally came.

"Ugh..." An exhausted Akito unlocks his door and pokes his head out, warily checking his porch for anything amis.

Nothing seemed different. Everything was where they should be and the wet drag marks from last night were gone, dried up from the morning sun.

Even the feeling of being watch was absent that morning...

So with a tired sigh relief, Akito walks outside and plops down on one of his porch chairs, burying his face into his hands.

Akito tells himself that he probably just imagined all that nonsence last night. Tells himself that there was no wet drag marks on his porch, that the feeling of being watch was just in his head.

"Nothing happened. That's that..." Akito grumbled before getting up and starts heading inside to make breakfest and maybe drink several cups of coffee.

He was just walking past his back porch steps when something shiny catches his attention.

Akito had no clue how he managed to noticed it, as it was so tiny, but sitting on his highest proch step was what look to be an clam shell?

Reaching down, Akito plucks it up off the floor and studies it. Yeah, it was definitely a clam shell, and something was in it. After a few seconds, Akito manages to carefully pry it open to see-

"Is that a pearl?!" There sitting innocently in the clam shell was gorgeous little pearl.

Rolling it inbetween his fingers, Akito stared at it in awe. This was a real pearl! How cool is that! But how on earth did it end up on his steps?

It was only then that Akito finally notices it. The familar feeling of being watched was back.

Biting his lip, Akito glances around nervously, gazing warily at the ocean in front of him, before pocketing both the clam shell and pearl and quickly goes back inside.

He ends up calling Miss Asako, the same lady from the grocery store, that morning. He doesn't tell her about his experince the night before, but he does mention the clam shell and pearl.

"Oh, well that's odd. You don't really find clam shells around here, much less ones with actual pearls in them!" She sounded surprise, clearly showing how this wasn't a normal thing. "And you just found it on your steps?"

"Yeah..." Akito rolls the pearl between his fingers lazily as he talked to Miss Asako.

He was currently walking around in his kitchen at the moment, and eveytime he walked passed the window in his kitchen, the one facing the ocean, he'd feel the feeling of being watched...

"Hm... Maybe this is a sign of good fortune?"

Akito's brows furrowed as he frowned. clutching the pearl in his hand. "Good... fortune?"

"Yes, good fortune! Maybe the spirit of the beach likes you!"

"Uh... Yeah, sure, let's go with that idea..." Did he want to be liked by whatever haunts this beach? No, not really. He just wanted to be left alone...

Akito shivers as he passed by the window again, the burning stare of whatever was looking at him felt even more stronger now...

"Akito? Are you alright dear?" Miss Akito's concern voice knocks him back to reality.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine..."

After the converstation with Miss Asako, Akito locks both the clam shell and pearl up in a box, shoving it to the back of his closet, and praying that it was just a one time thing and that it meant nothing...

That night nothing thankfully happened, but it probably was because the moment he saw the sun was setting, he retreated back into his home, locking everything up.

Hell, he even went the extra mile and booby trap the back and front door! With some string, some empty cans tied along the string, he made a homemade alarm system.

Which means there was no way no one could get in without alerting Akito!

...But the thing was, even though he locked up every possible entry, even booby trapping them, he swears he heard something walking around his house that night. He even thought that he heard his bedroom door opening once...

Of course, Akito sleepily brushes it off as a dream. There was no way someone could've gotten in without setting off his trap. However, when he woke up the next morning, he finds the floor beside his bed soaking wet and smelling of salty sea water.

And there, sitting innocently next to his pillow was another clam shell, and it housed yet another pearl...

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.