#spooketh

[skullzanta]

The Fighting has Begun... All Participants in this War! Showcase your Determination! SPOOK THEM ALL!!!!!

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay so while I needed to update my gifts list and make a question sheet for my PCAs for interviewing purposes, I am definitely avoiding Twins AU rn.

I'M SUPER SCARED ABOUT THE INVESTIGATION AND TRIAL OKAY??? IT'S SPOOKY. I'VE NEVER WRITTEN EITHER ONE OF THESE BEFORE HELP.

[veliatra]

I can't tell you HOW MUCH I got spooked when I opened my notifications and saw this

Round 2

Sephiroth: Invites you back to a mommy-son tag team party

Emet-Selch: Wants to fuck you so bad it literally makes him stupid.

[frostedpuffs]

🎃 -the spooky scarer

[sexysilverstrider]

one friend is playing even if tempest while another friend is gonna play taisho x alice (or piofiore 2 but thats just as fucked up) and here i am playing the crimson flower. havin a good ol time in the gamer department 👍🏽

[spaced-out-muses]

There's a threatening whoosh as a piece of chalk whizzes through the air - and a loud crunch as it's smoothly dodged in the nick of time, instead colliding with the wall and exploding into a cloud of dust. The one who so narrowly escaped a concussion is the one and only 'delinquent' transfer student, Ren Amamiya who; feeling quite proud of himself, leans back in his chair and turns to Taro; the one sitting behind him -- (come to think of it, has he ever actually introduced himself to this guy? He racks his mind, but isn't 100% sure...) With a cocky smirk, he pushes his glasses up his nose and pulls a loose strand of hair back into place.

"What'd you think? Pretty cool, right?"

Taro did not like Mr. Ushumaru's class for a variety of reasons. Reason number one? It felt like if your eyes weren't on him at all times, he'd know. The chalk-dust that suddenly exploded behind him and settled into his hair was a stark reminder of that fact. His head shot up with a terrified squawk, stammered apology on the tip of his tongue and—oh no.

Dull brown met bespectacled, piercing grey, and his stomach drops. The projectile wasn't intended for him, and he didn't know if that was better or worse.

"Uh... Y-Yeah, totally...! Didn't hit you this time, so...""

It's not as cool when you're in the splash zone, Amamiya!!!

[simiansmoke]

[ bold any fears which apply to your muse. ] [ italicize which make them uncomfortable. ]

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ open spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ lack of noise ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ insects ⋆ disease ⋆ falling

tagging: @ya'll

[skullzanta]

The Alchemist is making you an offer... Do you drink his latest Concoction?

[rubberduckyrye]

I'm so scared ab out the trial guys you don't understand--

[originemesis]

Literally just minding his own goddamned business thieving the remnants of raw brownie out of the bowl when he's given the grounds to file a workplace harassment form in the form of an ant's grip on his ass. Of course he's a lot more capable of handling thirsty bitches than the regular office Karen which he demonstrates by swooping a wing around to catch the other unawares and sling him forward.

A scoop beneath the seraphim copy's meager weight and his wing follows through with slamming the other down into the batter bowl back first, cracking but not shattering it. No that would come later after he looms in to bare yellowed fangs over the bowl-bound and puff a heated expulsion of steam into Walmart Lucifer's face. One more heavy exhale to accompany it, and the bowl holding the seraphim finally shatters and leaves the meddlesome errand bitch amidst the sugar slopped shards.

"When are you going to feel like shutting the fuck up? Seriously-"

Look who's hunched over the brownie batter bowl that was just abandoned on the counter. It's going to get cleaned before the dishwasher can have a say. - @originemesis

Entering back into the kitchen, Lucid stops and watches as Adam busy himself with scrapping the bowl clean. It is like watching a feathered bear or raccoon rooting around in a garbage bin for the smallest scraps of succulent morsels. Wait, is that a gyatt out he spies~? Ohohohoh, the seraph cannot pass this up. Meandering up behind the First Man, his small hand grasping a handful of cheek and giving it a “honk!”

“Feeling snacky, are we~?”

[zaccosnacco]

Redid some au art!!

The spooketh month au, thanking JB in Jaces server for the name

They are just all lovely

[granddaughterogg]

imagine Soap catching zoomies

Imagine Soap getting in a silly ass mood, walking around the military base and telling everyone he meets on his way:

"If you didn't like GAY SEX the first time, try again!"

Price bends over, guffawing so hard that he loses his cigar. McTavish will later pay for this.

Gaz gets visibly spooketh as he says meekly: "But I don't want to try it..."

Ghost stands still and eyes Soap, murmuring under his breath: "One time was plenty, Johnny."

Philip Graves throws an empty coffee cup at Soap's head. He's a great shot, but McTavish is an equally tremendous dodger.

König (yeah, he's there because I want him there, maybe SpecGru and KorTac are cooperating now or smth) shifts his impressive body weight onto the other leg, tilts his head and says softly:

"Ah so. Are you free on Thursday, Sergeant?"

Soap runs away.

[midweekblues]

Finally, after a slow night at work and much ruminating, I hereby present my own True-Detective-Night-Country world-famous ramble stew. Tipping my non-existent hat to one Mr @rhavewellyarnbag

Something something Sedna of the many names, Arnarquagsag, Nerivik, Nuliajuk, the one who would not marry, the wife of all.

What's you name, girl?

Navarro, Eve, Angie, Evangeline, Missy, your mother never told you your real name (the one of the Real People) and some think you have forgotten it.

Sedna of the many names many stories Arctic wide, Alaska to Greenland, many stories and in all of them she lives under the sea, in all of them she ends up there because of her father.

Her mother? sometimes a shaman (voices. episodes.) sometimes entirely absent from the narrative (died in chilbirth), sometimes a background character following her husband.

Her father? oh, he always throws her in the sea, sometimes in a panic, sometimes in a rage. She would not marry the man he told her to.

Why?

Well, is that the right question?

She would not marry the man he told her to, because she was already married to her dog who was a man, a shapeshifter, so they kept it in secret.

So many secrets here... do we trust Qavviq the dog-man, the home-brewer? or is he gonna die a terrible death?

i dunno, man. Annie keeping it secret. Danvers keeping it secret. But Everyone here knows.

Sedna whose fingers were cut went she went overboard and she tried to hold on to her father's kayak. Sometimes her whole hands, bit by bit.

So many fathers here, too. Hank, raised by an animal to act like an animal. His son trying to be better than him. The son's son drawing the woman with no hands, no fingers, spooking his father.

What is it with white people getting spooked about other people's religion? Not me, i was raised catholic. A lady with no fingers is no big deal. But maybe i mean white-white. Not opening that particular can of worms right now.

Oh and of course Travis. Fucking Travis Cohle. And his little interpretive dance. That was a man drowning. Or several. Didn't Lund cough up some filthy water when he woke up corpsicled? Cause of death: Spooketh. But also maybe drowned. 

The lady under the sea, the lady with no fingers, cannot untangle her hair. Her hair traps the marine animals and she gets agitated and there is storm and famine. Her hair under the sea, her hair maybe like the sea, and who hasn't dyed their hair sea-blue, sea-green, when they missed so much? i have. Wear the monster's face, wear her hair, whatever you can manage.

The lady with the sea-hair beautifully painted on the door to the warehouse where the people gather. And the people are pissed. 

Something in the water, and no one seems to be asking questions. Not even the wrong ones. Tsalal is the mine is the thing under the ice, now she's awake and y'all done fucked up.

The lady with no fingers that lives under the sea gets pissed off sometimes. Main thing driving her mad is greed and ungratefulness, apparently.Those who take more than they need and those who do not honor their prey. The seals have souls, and so do the whales and the walruses. Those are Sedna’s children, not exactly like children, born from her chopped fingers like Eve from Adam’s rib. 

Sedna (90377 Sedna) is also a dwarf planet hanging around Ceres. This season feels like the Belt. As oppresive as S1 made Louisiana look (humid, hot, that heavy heavy sky) this creeps me out more. What's worse, air thick with miasma or no air at all? Women walking out to the dark, a tiny circle of light and then the vast nothing. Very cosmic horror. Also i miss Naomi Nagata and i miss Camina Drummer. Funny that Danvers' kid was named Holden. But i digress.

You know how scientists are, naming stuff after goddesses. Pieces of rock, sometimes lifeforms. She's awake alright. 

Who are you, girl? Eve? An angel? I am reminded too that Evangelion means Good News. Are you catholic, Navarro? Was your father catholic? What did he drink?

Something in the water, something in the ice. Crabs are bottom feeders, aren't they? How fucked up is an ecosystem where the carrion-eaters die off? Maybe stuff isn't dying at the rate it should. Caribou spook relatively easy, but maybe they know something we don't, too. Micro earthquakes and magnetic fields and shit. Guess we’ll find out.

[damnedrainbows]

She’s so beautiful. The rain frames her hair so perfectly, creating almost a halo of water that falls over her gorgeous bangs. And he’s absolutely swooning at the appearance of her.

Lucifer straightens happily and adjusts the lapels of his pristine coat. “Well good, because I-“

CRASH!

A particularly loud clap of thunder permeates the weak defences of the earmuffs and sends him just about skittering under her dress.

“…..Am totally in control.”

It is quite the juxtaposition for her husband, who has been shrouded in the cotton of his sensory swing all day to try and block out everything going on outside. He doesn’t like storms, something he shares with Charlie. It’s especially bad for him today though with the sensory causing distressery.

However…Lucifer knows how much his beloved apple of his eye loves when these storms occur, and the acidic rain doesn’t bother either of them physically. So he’s out of his room, lingering at the door. He’s armed for the storm, donning his finest sunglasses and a heavy pair of noise cancelling earmuffs. Both have ducks on them of course.

He barely pokes his head out of the doorway, an unsure hand touching the wetness that falls. “….Heeeey pretty lady, care for a duet in the rain?”

[flame-shadow]

trick or treat!!

we're here with a spooketh and a snail!

Spinch and Squig :)

[groovysaber]

SPOOKETH SEASON

AND OLIVEMAN SEASON (Who doesn't love the phone headed horror attraction man!) (the door is THERE IF YOU DON'T, RAHH)

-I hereby also formally apologize for missing several other Dialtown(tm) Characters' Birthdays (Those i haven't acknowledged on any platform) this year, the following i shall now congratulate: Bigfoot, Sergeant Norman G. (NOT Gaylord, sadly) Allen, I will NOT congratulate Little Billy on his birthday, SKIP. And lastly, God.

Also, i should note (Since it's on topic) that my path of destruction has started a year ago! (Me joining Tumblr), and since i missed celebrating it this year: the start of my horrid internet existence (CrimsonSaber). Am i missing any other birthday? Can't remember, must not be important!