tomblion: Fallen London Aesthetics: Mr Eaten “In the wicker of a candle-flame, in the stir of still water, in the soft tick of hours before dawn, there is a voice. Listen, and it will ask. Do as it asks, and you will regret it.” xxx–xxx–xxx
plantparenthood: snakegay: i am fast and full of teeth. i willl die in a barn fire are you a .. .horse
theveryworstthing: the fourth tale from the Haunted Road Side Diner. fresh from patreon. i know i spelled ‘raccoon’ wrong, but by the time i noticed it was too late. sometimes it just be like that on inktober.
dappermouth: Strange memories which return in our dreams–the old road at dusk, a pale hound in the weeds.
peachtealesbian: You know what matters?? What like, truly matters? Bones and moths and fungi. Nothing else. Fuck calculus
churchyardgrim 
