Halloween was always one of her favorite times of year. Megamind spun in a happy circle through the streets. Last year she and Wynette Scott had thrown together an epic battle, her piloting an enormous pumpkin themed robot dubbed the PUM-KING and Metro Woman had sported a spooky version of her hero costume, with ghoulish makeup and candy themed buttons. The whole thing had exploded into candy corn in the end, burying several cars to the delight and horror of those watching.
This year, however, Bluebell decided not to end the night behind bars. The big shit was fun and all, but sometimes the best pranks were small. So dressed in a skeleton leotard and her entire face and entire large bald covered in black and white skull paint, she added a pair of platform boots, long skeleton arm gloves. What blue skin did show, she covered in black paint, giddy with how her costume turned out.
Parking her bike by the foot trail into the woods, Bell started the long trek to the secluded Scott Manor. She could drive, but it was more fun to sneak up on them from behind. She’d taken this route to visit her secret lover/nemesis plenty of times before, but this night something was different. A clearing opened up filled with huge trees with doors on them. Holiday themed doors.
Brows furrowed in confusion, Bell approached the pumpkin, curiosity driving her forward. Laughter and music filling her senses, she looked about in wonder at the strange world that unfolded around her, “What trickery is this….? Am I high?”
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: What a good boy, no one knowing but me and your mate. Hidden and never forgotten, naughty little boy, playing with a wicked villain. All the sinful things I’d tell you while you can’t touch. While you have to act like ~my tentacle~ isn’t circled around you. Until I come to you and give you the real thing. ]
[TXT MSG: God Syx you truly are evil. ]
[TXT MSG: I don’t know that I’ll be able to function if you were dirty talking me all day. Patience and self control have never been my strong suits…. ]
[TXT: >:3 where’s the fun if I’m not pushing you to your limits? See you fall apart and beg is far too beautiful ~ ]
[TXT MSG: You have me practically whimpering over here I hope you know 😛 ]
[TXT: oh good! yes! I’d hate to be the only one getting worked up just thinking about this!! ]
people who complain about dinosaurs “not being scary anymore” because its been discovered they have feathers and are closely related to/ancestors of birds are so bizarre like
its not about how scary they are, they are/were real life animals and what matters is learning more about them, not how well they fit into your science fiction horror film lol
can you imagine a 13 foot chicken running at you with full intent to eat you??? thats fucking terrifying holy shit
peacocks are synonymous with vain, frivolous beauty and they will attack cars. they will attack you while you try to get to your car. they’re like six feet of useless feathers and they will destroy you. imagine if they were carnivorous and had functional spurs.
a t-rex could look like a gay disco ball and i guarantee that you would fucking book it if it had a problem with you
listen
listen
have you ever met a swan
if anything the birdier they get the scarier they are
Australia literally fought a war against giant birds AND FUCKING LOST
“Oh man, I can’t deal with birds ‘cause they’re dinosaurs and sometimes it’s like they get this glint in their eyes and they remember.”
“Have you ever interacted with a goose? ‘Cause those things are dicks.”
If chickens were still the size of a T-Rex we’d all be dead. No question.
Feathered creatures that give some serious lie to the idea that feathered dinosaurs ain’t scary:
This is a bearded vulture, or lammergeier. It’s four feet long and has a nine foot wingspan and it eats bones.
This is a shoebill stork. It dropped the duck without biting down shortly after the picture was taken, but if it had decided not to-
… it could have been the end of the road for that duck.
This is the last thing a fish sees before a macaroni penguin eats it.
This is a secretary bird in the act of demonstrating to Lord Voldemort that he came to the wrong neighborhood, ese.
This is a goose.
This is a vulture.
This is a cassowary on the attack.
Be glad I couldn’t find the actual gif of a pelican swallowing a fish, because it’s freakin’ Lovecraftian in its HEADS SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY factor. You’ll have to settle for the idea of a feathered dinosaur suddenly going GLORP and devouring its victims whole just like this lady here.
Steven Spielberg didn’t create these. These are the feet of an emu.
And this is what happens when a swan (this one is named Asboy; his father was Mr. Asbo, the first swan in the UK to get named after an anti-social behavior order in ‘honor’ of his tendency to attack boaters) decides it doesn’t like you. I should probably note that this one attacked a cow.
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