Acoustic -> Final Fantasy House

these comments were left on a post from an israeli LGBT woman calling people out on wishing death to Israelis

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.)

My favorite super bowl Ad. It’s so cursed I love it!

A story about a boy who wore his movie fandom on his head.

*After explaining Piñatas to an alien at my Cousin-once removed’s birthday party.* Alien: So let me get this straight, you make a complex sculpture out of paper, fill it with sweets, and then destroy it with a stick? Me: Yeah pretty much! Alien: Barbarians, all of you!

wheres seasons greasons

I want a comic of the aftermath.

What a lovely couple of moths, I hope nothing bad happens to them

Wait... That's not how the plot goes--

A baby?!?!???

I still cannot BELIEVE that they put me in the doghouse. All I did was tell Peony and Carlin what I thought of their burger runs. So what if I got a little animated. So what if I accidentally stomped on the impatiens. That's what you get for sneaking around getting burgers behind my back!

The betrayal is more than I can stand.

Peony and I are OVER.

You are an Abomination...