#drowned man

[madcat-world]

The Everrain: Drowned Man - Bjorn Hurri

[seldnei]

The countdown to Cobbler’s Hill begins …

You can find the link to this story at my website or linktree! Pre-order Cobbler’s Hill at your favorite bookseller!

[my-burnt-city]

having an extremely productive afternoon, comparing the headshots of the thirteen punchdrunk performers who were all in the drowned man, sleep no more (shanghai), and the burnt city, for a sort of ultimate 'how it started, how it's going' vibe

my main takeaways are

whoever was wielding the camera in shanghai was best at actually capturing everyone's beauty

we are so extremely blessed to have such experience of such incredible performers

at least three of these people, if not more, are clearly immortal vampires

[bagog]

Drowned One

The tide was low and the beach deserted, early on Sunday morning while the gray clouds pinked at the horizon but refused to let the sun rise properly. The dark water was capped with silver peaks as a breeze stirred across the bay.

A ragged man burst forth from the water, coming up to his knees in the shallows just off the beach, as if he'd sprung out of the foam itself. His eyes were wide and his open jaw trembled. It was a long moment before he finally took a colossal gasp, filling his lungs with the morning air.

He almost collapsed back into the surf, but caught himself on his hands, now braced on all fours in the water. It seemed at first he wasn't wearing any clothes, but was perhaps covered in sea weed. On a second look, it would be easy to assume what had been mistaken for sea weed was the tattered remains of a long jacket. It hung off his emaciated frame, as utterly soaked and dripping as the messy tangle of hair that fell across his face.

Another breath, another long moment later, as if the man were getting used to the sensation. He looked up, eyes still wide, mouth still gaping, but now wheezing breaths as he surveyed the beach up and down. He brought himself to his feet and trembled, ankle deep in the water.

He was nearly naked, except for the scraps of the sodden coat, and--yes--sea weed. In his hair, curled around a leg, dangling from a shoulder. His eyes in the morning light could now be seen to be a stormy gray, and he looked at his quivering hands as if in awe of them.

As the pink horizon gave way to gray again, the man straightened, staggered across the sand, leaving long, dragged foot prints behind. Up the sea wall, and the frontage road atop was quiet. Blocks away, a small cafe sat overlooking the ocean, and the man stumbled toward it. No car passed when he crossed the street. And behind, the surf could not seem to wash away the marks he left in the sand.

There was one customer seated in the cafe. A young man, close-cropped hair, his long jacket hanging over the back of his chair. In the fluorescent lighting of the cafe, his gray eyes took a sickly green hue from the wallpaper. The door opened quietly, and the man looked up from his coffee to the sound of wet, bare feet plodding across the floor.

No cars passed when the drowned man crossed back over the street. If there were any, they would have seen the quivering and bedraggled figure dragging another man behind him. The man kicked and clawed, but it was as if the drowned thing could not feel it.

Down over the sea wall, back down to the beach. The tide had begun imperceptibly to roll back in, and where the drowned thing dragged the man across the sand, it only seemed to erase his earlier footprints.

The sound of the surf, the wind picking up, the lapping of waves at the pier. All of it covered the screaming of the man, dragged into the water, under the water. No one passed.

[syad3r]

Drowned man for my rpgmaker project

[ijustwannahavefunn]

I know you can't tell because everyone is in the way, and the lighting makes it hard to see, but they’re in an elevator 😂🛗

Happy Halloween, by the way! 🎃 Hope you don’t see something like this next time you take the elevator 🤪

[jaysee049]

thanks for the past 11 years

[doydoune]

Hazakura Temple, February

[sappy-detective]

ashamed to say the early creepypasta fandom trained my brain so when i think of slenderman interacting with his proxys all i imagine is him holding a tin of cookies wearing a pink apron as he reprimands the children

[r0s3m4ry-mp3]

HELP ME AND @vampghoul MADE LIKE CREEPYPASTA FAKE TWITTER POSTS AND IM LITERALLY CRYING RN

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY OR WHATEVER

I stand by that some the older creepypastas probably barely know how to use twitter and cant change their pfp💔❗❗

[raointean]

[my-burnt-city]

it feels important to remember that this was one of the lots in the post-drowned man auction

Set of ceramic owls

The eyes of the Studio see everything. These ceramic owls are part of Claude Estee's personal collection.

[13dps]

[chamoemileclown]

more seavbo pirate au <3

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

He came to eat face and serve cunt

[jontaro-kun]

May I offer you a nice woman in this trying time?