Teatime?
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A shattering that rent sound and soul sent glass spraying across Harold's bedroom.
He huddled in his bed, a child in the night, as his visitor breached Harold's slumbering security.
"O father, my father. Come hither. Dance, sing, and see."
"We've song in the treetops. We've a feast to feed!"
"Made by my hand, my gift to thee."
"Father, sweet Father. Are you not proud of me?"
He huddled in his bed, a child in the night, as his visitor breached Harold's slumbering security.
"O father, my father. Come hither. Dance, sing, and see."
"We've song in the treetops. We've a feast to feed!"
"Made by my hand, my gift to thee."
"Father, sweet Father. Are you not proud of me?"
spookboi
Move over, “Lovecraft Country”, that seat’s for a REALLY creepy story…
You know what? Scary boy looks… not so intimidating, and more like he wants a hug and someone to be proud of him.
I am unfamiliar with the source material, but seeing the image drawn, I’d give him that hug and say, “Hey, I’m proud of you.”
Or maybe it’s after 2am, and I’m tired and I’m seeing hope where maybe there isn’t none, because I try to be a shining example of positivity (regardless of whether I feel it) in these dark times, but still… the drawing gives me hope even in scary times.
I KNEW those were horns!
And not the kind of horns you find in the orchestra. A creeping on your windowsill creepy-boy.
Hooves and horns is one thing, claws and paws is another. But horns and claws is either a lizard or is unsettling.