I like stories where a normal human child is being raised by a sinister supernatural being who is totally malevolent except when it comes to their kid. Those are so much better than the “kids are scary” changeling type horror movies.
Like a perfectly well-adjusted well-mannered friendly child that is like “This is my dad, Surazal. He comes out of the mirrors in dark rooms. He makes really good blood pudding but he’s bad at playing catch. Most people can’t see his corporal form but I can because he says I have special eyes.”
“Mom says that you can stay over but you have to promise not to leave my room between midnight and 1 am. You can play Mario Cart with me! But you have to knock on every closed door in the house before entering just because dad might be in there and if you look upon his visage without drinking the holy fruit juice, you might go crazy or something. Also dad is really excited I have a new friend and he’s going to to make hardtack and mystery stew for us! You’ll love it!”
In high school the kid gets a friend that is an amateur demonologist who initially befriends them in hopes of exorcizing their house but ends up becoming buddies with Surazal too because they crave parental affection.
Surazal stands at the end of the vast dark hallway and says “You Too Have Special Eyes, Little One. You Can See Me Without Being Taken By The Madness. Within You, I Sense Great Turmoil And Sadness. In My Younger Years, I Would Have Exploited The Sadness As Weakness In Your Very Soul. I Would Have Worn Your Skin Like A Mask And Run Through The Village Streets, Supping Blood From Every Man I Encountered. But Now I Have No Use For Woe. Perhaps You Would Like To Watch Beetlejuice In The Family Room With My Daughter While I Prepare Cupcakes. I Am Sensing You Have A Fondness for Red Velvet.”
Illustrations of Velociraptor mongoliensis and Protoceratops andrewsi done for the latest article with the @darwinsdoor crew [article link]! The Protoceratops is a re-work of an old @a-dinosaur-a-day piece but the Velociraptor is new and took a bloody long time, rip my wrist.
just crying over how romantic Freddie & Jim were nbd
So I read the book, and almost everytime Jim gave/made Freddie a gift, Freddie would always show it off and say “My husband got me those!” or “My husband made that for me!” It’s so sweet, especially for this one part when they first started dating:
My name is Jenn and I currently live in Oklahoma. I want to learn about myself and people. so I cant wait to see what occurs. I'm a psychology major and find people fascinating, especially the way their brains tick. I work a renaissance faire & a haunted castle, plus enjoy character creation & cosplay. Any questions? Please ask! I post what catches my eye and interests me, so enjoy.
