Pretty much how I’ve always seen all Lovecraftian abominations’ take on humanity.
We’re fire ants with giant anthills hidden in improbable places, and if we do manage to climb on you we sting like hell. So the couple eldritch anteaters out there are nasty business for us, sure, but mostly we’re surrounded by things terrified of accidentally sitting on us while traipsing through the multiverse and desperate to find a seller of galactic mosquito nets so our spaceships can’t come through their window.
I recently described my dream living situation as “a witch with WIFI” and lo and behold
If you haven’t read the book this cover image comes from it’s Vivian Vande Velde’s Curses, Inc, a collection of brilliant short stories about witches. I recommend the shit out of it (and everything she’s written, TBH, woman’s an awesome writer.)
i’m all for ghosts who are nervous about their first haunting but i’m also all for ghosts on their millionth haunting who are just showing up for the paycheck at this point
“you’re on big house in the woods duty again charlie” “ugh. let me guess. suburban white family. the dad’s all “this move is good for us”.“ “yep” “listen i’m just gonna slam all the doors really fucking loudly and shout boo”
I had a dream the other day where I was standing on this platform in a void and a giant sphinx was in front of me about to ask me a riddle and if I answered wrong it would kill me
it asks “what is a human?”
and in my dream my first thought was to that card with “what is a dad” on the front and then “you. you is a dad” inside
so I answer “me. me is a human”
and the sphinx fucking smacked me off the platform
Because the villain knows that without the hero to hate, his life would be empty. Once he’s murdered his adversary, he’s alone.
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