Immediately after this, (and once Quincey was out of earshot), there was the expected huffing and puffing and I Am the Master of This Castle and These Mountains et cetera, et cetera.
Jonathan tried to ride it out in nodding noncommittal silence.
Mina, devoid of even a fraction of a fuck to give, agreed yes, of course he was. But out of curiosity, when was the last time he attended to anything to do with his title or its duties in the last, say, twenty years? She seems to recall someone of more maturity stepping in to manage every iota of the work while the Master of the Castle was busy with the terribly trying labor of, let her check her notes, strutting around being impressed with himself. Is it not so?
Dracula, doubly pissed, ready to erupt and go full Monster Mode, slipped into a fuming villain monologue--
And his voice cracked.
Jonathan was stone-faced, but white-knuckling his armrest. Mina's psychic laughter could shake the Carpathians. Quincey popped his head in to ask what's the matter, did something happen? Notably, with a pubescent pitch not that many octaves removed from the Count's.
That night was full of thunder and the next family dinner saw the Count grousing that he had no appetite tonight. Or the next. Not until he was iron grey, for some reason.
Jonathan, meanwhile, found his shaving kit mysteriously returned. Plus enough shaving lather to last a decade.
Consider this a cap to this bit of nonsense. Scruffy Winter Mode Jonathan has to get back to his clean-shaven self somehow.
Final apologies to @ibrithir-was-here, thank you for putting up with the shenanigans
(Note: If you haven't jumped on the Blood of My Blood AU, you're missing out. One of the tastiest Dracula Bad Ending stories-in-progress I've ever come across.)
Ahh that’s why I love this podcast (Also Cecil, And Carlos are best couple!)
Welcome to Night Vale where:
Dogs are not allowed in the dog park
Blue helicopters will keep your children safe and hardly ever take one
Hawks aren’t real
There are different sizes of infinity
The past is gone and cannot harm you anymore
Alligators can eat your children
Guns don’t kill people
If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget
Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error
You know better than to acknowledge the angels
John Peters, you know, the farmer?
Wait, i’m sorry, did i say number 12? I… I don’t actually remember…
ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD
Steeeve Carlsssberg
The Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area never existed
Your existence is not impossible… but it’s also not very likely
The sky is mostly void, partially starry
We all pretend to sleep
Wheat (and it’s by-products) may turn into snakes (of the highly poisonous variety) or spirits (of the destructive and malevolent variety)
If you’re approached by a librarian, keep still and do not run
We like our coffee like we like our nights! Dark. Endless. And impossible to sleep through
Monday would like you to leave it alone
You can’t survive forever
Books have stopped working
Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you
and now, the weather
You hear that Gurjin Thirst Club... He wants you all!
“Gurjin’s interests are in hunting game and courting girls, not politics” - Gurjin’s dad
(Shadows of the Dark Crystal, J.M. Lee)
Clippy gave birth!!! It's a malware <3
baby marcille is very cute.
Aughra has slept with all the Skeksis, A L L. O f T H E M!!!!
while obviously that’s a thing,
what about Aughra x SkekOk?
she felt free to clean her eye in his bath, and when she saw *cough* certain details through that eye, she scoffed, “nothing has changed.”
Happy Pride fr
Love how the tag implies he sucked Myer’s dick.
Happy Pride fr
Took a while and I usually don't do digital art but I think I did a good job.
Edit: we got to 💯 notes
As another Demigirl; I can relate.
here i am, wondering what my gender identity is when it's past midnight and setting myself into a spiral of pure anxiety.
Am i a butch woman? Am I nb? Am i genderfluid?
I hate existing.
In my fantasies my future self looks weird, sometimes i have boobs, sometimes I don't, though I never wear dresses so we can exclude the femme aspect.
But am I nb or genderfluid, or maybe queer? Am i actually on the trans spectrum? Or am i just going through a phase? Am i just a masculine woman?
I like having boobs most of the time, though sometimes i wish I didn't have them. Is that a thing all people born female do?
I referred to myself as she/her for my whole life and so did other people, and that doesn't bother me as long as I don't get called names like "lady", "girl" and stuff from strangers (e.g. at work "lady, can I ask you...") and though i'd never use he/him, she/they might do. So if I like she and they, am I a demigirl? A butch demigirl?
Can demigirls even be butch?
I am so fucking confused by my existence it hurts.
About me Gender: DemiGirl Pronouns: She/They Orientation: Pansexual
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