#grinning man

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Grinning Man

Description: One of the strangest stories of West Virginia is that of the Grinning Man. Seen three times over the coarse of the Fall of 1966, on the surface, he seemed like a normal human being, except for three things, one, his sinister grin, two, his ability of telepathy, and three, his mode of transportation; a UFO-like machine. He has not been seen since.

[why-i-love-comics]

Nightwing #103 - "Rise of the Underworld III" (2023)

written by Tom Taylor art by Travis Moore, Vasco Georgiev, & Adriano Lucas

[pleb-the-original]

Day 23: Demon

(Now this one was fun, I mean my initial problem was having too much opportunities. Then I was listening to Red Moon by Will Wood again and I got my idea. I’ve had the premise in my head for a long time that the Grinning Man was just a collective identity the high demons use for fun, so why not have one of them explain how it started? It works especially well since I’ve had an ongoing project where I take goetic and adjacent demons and interpret them my own way, so I had a nice catalogue to reference. Organim is original however. Also just to clarify, the one telling the story is Flauros) Oh great summoner, what is it that you wish to ask of me? I am in your control and cannot tell you anything untruthful. Who is the Grinning Man? Oh that’s an easy question! Ok so it all started a while ago. Andras was getting up to his usual antics by causing a brawl to break out back home, you know how he is. Then he got bored of that and decided to turn his attention to the mortal plane. Now, technically humans aren't supposed to know about this but us Elders cause a lot of the sightings that end up becoming cryptids. I’ve personally had my hand in a lot of Alien Big Cat sightings, not gonna tell you which ones though. Why ruin the fun? But anyways, Andras wanted to try his hand at one of these. He actually put a lot of thought into this, which is rare for him. I mean most of the time he sees something and just does it. We’re just lucky he didn’t decide to release Jangle onto the world again. His idea was to pull off an alien kinda hoax. Now aliens unnerve even us so it was a perfect idea for him. He managed to get Organim to create a disguise spell for him that fit the alien idea and he got Vapula to create a spacecraft for him. Although I think Vapula was forced into it. We could all see Clash at his throat. Anyways, to flash forward to when everything was complete. He did his thing to a few people and suddenly everyone was talking about old Indrid Cold. I know you asked about Grinning Man, I’ll get there. So anyways, Indrid was a success, a story to be told for years to come, yada yada. So like all of Andras’ plans, he hung up the disguise and moved on to something else. But we all saw how easily the disguise fooled people and we wanted in on that so we started using the disguise and sharing it around. The craft was destroyed though, Vapula had the dragons melt it into slag for usage later. Now we used to just take the disguise out to cool off steam and monitor the outside world away from human view. Yes, even Elders like us need breaks sometimes. Besides, what kind of ruler doesn’t keep a good eye on their subjects. But then one day Amdusias took it out for a spin. He was out late at night, dancing to a song that was apparently stuck in his head. Then he met a normal person on the road and just danced towards them, still keeping up that big smile. Once the guy ran away, Amdusias had his fun and decided to head back home. Then we found out the human had actually posted about the encounter to the internet and we smelled an opportunity. The Grinning Man had been born. Now we take the disguise out all the time and just see who we might run into. We’ve had a ton of fun just seeing how you all react to our antics. And yes, it is all of us that have done it, almost every Elder. I’ve even seen some of the big leaguers take it out for a spin, although we almost lost the original disguise when Asmodeus tried using it to flirt with an undercover Lilith. Luckily Organim made it truly hellfire proof after that incident. I think that covers it. Now then, great summoner, what else do you require of my services? Wait, that was it. Really? You brute force your way into finding my true sigil and only ask one question? Oh well, this is probably just your trial run. You’ll come back to me for more substantial services. I just know it. 

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

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[mischievous-thunder]

Babygirl's had a bit too much to drink

[miilkybnn]

y’all know that one audition tape Neil did? Yeah, so anyways make it Soap

[chloesimaginationthings]

William through the whole FNAF movie off screen

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

[the-crooked-library]

here's the thing. yes hannibal is gleeful and yes will is brooding, BUT:

hannibal is a meticulous planner, a polyglot, a genius, nigh unstoppable in a fight but always opting for prep time whenever possible, the wealthy owner of a gothic-style ancestral estate; he sees himself as a manifestation of justice, is represented visually by a leathery-black animal/human creature, had a childhood defined by a family loss, maintains a secret basement, and has a flouncy, cheerful, socialite public persona

will is a nobody from nowhere - "always the new boy at school," no family, no close friends, no past where he would be remembered; he is also a genius, but his most dangerous trait as a killer is that he is chaotic, disorganized, vicious, artistic but impulsive, ruining his own carefully-laid plans on a whim; he has successfully seduced an employee of a mental hospital into killing in his name, and he is a jealous little bitch, ruled by his emotions first and foremost

they're dancing to the same tune as batjokes, just in reverse

[ashleyslorens]

HORROR MUSICALS + VHS Tapes ∟ insp

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie, who is intently watching Steve, fidgeting every so often. If Eddie was a cat, his tail would be flicking back and forth with rapid increasing movements as he got ready to attack.

Steve, who was so innocently watching the game, happens to realize he hasn't heard Eddie say anything for awhile. Which means one (1) thing: he's up to mischief.

Steve barely has time to turn his head to look when Eddie tackles into him. Steve falls back further onto the couch with a grunt as his boyfriend wrenches his shirt up. "The hell-" Steve's hands are in the air, unsure if he should pull Eddie closer or push him away.

The hesitation gives Eddie enough time to attempt to slither under his shirt. Eddie can only fit his head and the tops of his shoulders under Steve's form-fitting t-shirt, but it's enough. His eyes light up at the torso covered in hair and freckles.

Eddie lays his head against Steve's chest with a dull thud, echoing the thudding of Steve's heart. Eddie snakes his arms around Steve's waist. Eddie can feel Steve slowly place a hand on his back, and stroke up and down his spine.

Steve lightly pulls the neck back so he can look down his shirt at Eddie. Eddie doesn't see it, the look on his face, content to just lay there with his eyes closed. But the adoration, love, and pure glee can't be held back on Steve's face.

[why-i-love-comics]

Nightwing #101 - "Rise of the Underworld" (2023)

written by Tom Taylor art by Travis Moore & Adriano Lucas

[mouse-of-mischief]

Rereading some of the original stories to try and help my current writer's block, and I rediscover this little gem.

Sherlock Holmes saying, "doggy".

[sleepwalkersqueen]

NEW FEAR OF YOU CONTENT AHH

Not even written by me! @dahvampire wrote an entire fanfiction for Fear of you, check it out!! <3

Pretty much this dynamic:

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Tony: why are you wet?

Peter: I washed the dishes

Tony: okay-- but why are you wet?

Peter:

Tony:

Peter:

Tony,resigned: I'll go get a towel.

[trypoed]

get a man who looks at you with the same affection that Hoffman looks at Strahm's hand