ommanyte:

Me, a humble draugr, quietly minding my own business in my barrow tomb, doing my daily chores (lighting the candles, taking the frostbite spider for a walk, making the large swinging axes swing in the corridor of large swinging axes), having a sleepover with the lads in the deathlord’s chamber

YOU, loud, alive, obnoxious, barging into our tomb eating an entire wheel of cheese, making a mess, plundering my life savings from my burial urn, setting fire to frosty (the frostbite spider), re-killing me and the lads, WAKING the deathlord

katieourmatie:

Troubled individual encounters suave (stalker? vampire?) farmer outside workplace at 9 in the morning in the rain, holding a hot pepper of medium quality aloft. Is wordlessly presented with said hot pepper in an oddly matrimonial fashion. Proceeds into work, leaving farmer satisfied with their flirtation skills.