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Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C awesomacious: A greatly written story
Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s
 You're in charge of assigning every child
 on Earth the monster under their bed
 One child in particular has caused every
 monster assigned to him/her to quit. You
 decide to assign yourself.
 kittenwiskers
 Case: #273402
 Status: Disastrous
 I stare at the file and realize I have no
 options, over the last 2 years every
 monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has
 quit, every last one. Her first monster; a
 giant goldfish-faced humanoid named
 Bubba, had been with her for four years
 and then she wasn't scared of him
 anymore. After that it was a string of
 different common, uncommon, and rare
 monsters... I even assigned a sentient
 sock monster to her. He came back
 crying
 I look on my tablet, only one assignable
 monster left; myself. Field work has never
 been my cup of tea, but desperate times
 call for desperate measures. So at 8:03
 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte
 and her little brother Daniel; I slither into
 the space beneath Charlotte's bed
 Across the room underneath Daniel's crib
 is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind
 of monster.
 I turn my attention to the bed above me,
 Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach
 up over the bed and run an ice cold
 finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it
 again
 "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She
 whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can
 see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door
 somewhere in the house slams and there
 is an audible hitch of breath from above
 me. A few minutes go by I can hear
 Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There
 are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and
 loud panting breaths, Charlotte
 scrambles off the bed and..
 She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With
 Me.
 "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I
 The door to the bedroom slams open and
 I smell the stench of human intoxicants
 before the man even steps inside.
 I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of
 my monsters; she's afraid of her own.
 Francis reaches a hand under the bed
 and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to
 pull, I slither out.
 "What the... I cut Francis's next words
 off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height.
 Looming over the drunken man I caress
 my cold fingers down his face.
 "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my
 child again, I will find you, and I will do
 the same to you, for all eternity." I
 promise to him
 As Francis runs from the room he soils
 himself.
 I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck
 her back under her covers and kiss her
 forehead goodnight. "l'll be back
 tomorrow night, sleep well darling."
 Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the
 monster under her bed
 funny.C
awesomacious:

A greatly written story

awesomacious: A greatly written story

Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C awesomacious: A greatly written story
Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s
 You're in charge of assigning every child
 on Earth the monster under their bed
 One child in particular has caused every
 monster assigned to him/her to quit. You
 decide to assign yourself.
 kittenwiskers
 Case: #273402
 Status: Disastrous
 I stare at the file and realize I have no
 options, over the last 2 years every
 monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has
 quit, every last one. Her first monster; a
 giant goldfish-faced humanoid named
 Bubba, had been with her for four years
 and then she wasn't scared of him
 anymore. After that it was a string of
 different common, uncommon, and rare
 monsters... I even assigned a sentient
 sock monster to her. He came back
 crying
 I look on my tablet, only one assignable
 monster left; myself. Field work has never
 been my cup of tea, but desperate times
 call for desperate measures. So at 8:03
 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte
 and her little brother Daniel; I slither into
 the space beneath Charlotte's bed
 Across the room underneath Daniel's crib
 is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind
 of monster.
 I turn my attention to the bed above me,
 Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach
 up over the bed and run an ice cold
 finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it
 again
 "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She
 whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can
 see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door
 somewhere in the house slams and there
 is an audible hitch of breath from above
 me. A few minutes go by I can hear
 Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There
 are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and
 loud panting breaths, Charlotte
 scrambles off the bed and..
 She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With
 Me.
 "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I
 The door to the bedroom slams open and
 I smell the stench of human intoxicants
 before the man even steps inside.
 I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of
 my monsters; she's afraid of her own.
 Francis reaches a hand under the bed
 and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to
 pull, I slither out.
 "What the... I cut Francis's next words
 off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height.
 Looming over the drunken man I caress
 my cold fingers down his face.
 "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my
 child again, I will find you, and I will do
 the same to you, for all eternity." I
 promise to him
 As Francis runs from the room he soils
 himself.
 I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck
 her back under her covers and kiss her
 forehead goodnight. "l'll be back
 tomorrow night, sleep well darling."
 Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the
 monster under her bed
 funny.C
awesomacious:

A greatly written story

awesomacious: A greatly written story

Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C A greatly written story
Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s
 You're in charge of assigning every child
 on Earth the monster under their bed
 One child in particular has caused every
 monster assigned to him/her to quit. You
 decide to assign yourself.
 kittenwiskers
 Case: #273402
 Status: Disastrous
 I stare at the file and realize I have no
 options, over the last 2 years every
 monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has
 quit, every last one. Her first monster; a
 giant goldfish-faced humanoid named
 Bubba, had been with her for four years
 and then she wasn't scared of him
 anymore. After that it was a string of
 different common, uncommon, and rare
 monsters... I even assigned a sentient
 sock monster to her. He came back
 crying
 I look on my tablet, only one assignable
 monster left; myself. Field work has never
 been my cup of tea, but desperate times
 call for desperate measures. So at 8:03
 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte
 and her little brother Daniel; I slither into
 the space beneath Charlotte's bed
 Across the room underneath Daniel's crib
 is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind
 of monster.
 I turn my attention to the bed above me,
 Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach
 up over the bed and run an ice cold
 finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it
 again
 "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She
 whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can
 see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door
 somewhere in the house slams and there
 is an audible hitch of breath from above
 me. A few minutes go by I can hear
 Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There
 are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and
 loud panting breaths, Charlotte
 scrambles off the bed and..
 She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With
 Me.
 "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I
 The door to the bedroom slams open and
 I smell the stench of human intoxicants
 before the man even steps inside.
 I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of
 my monsters; she's afraid of her own.
 Francis reaches a hand under the bed
 and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to
 pull, I slither out.
 "What the... I cut Francis's next words
 off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height.
 Looming over the drunken man I caress
 my cold fingers down his face.
 "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my
 child again, I will find you, and I will do
 the same to you, for all eternity." I
 promise to him
 As Francis runs from the room he soils
 himself.
 I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck
 her back under her covers and kiss her
 forehead goodnight. "l'll be back
 tomorrow night, sleep well darling."
 Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the
 monster under her bed
 funny.C
A greatly written story

A greatly written story

Target, Tumblr, and Best: OLD SOCK 96 queenwhiskey: shitty-car-mods-daily: Old sock. via Shitty_Car_Mods This is the best one yet
Target, Tumblr, and Best: OLD SOCK
 96
queenwhiskey:

shitty-car-mods-daily:

Old sock. via Shitty_Car_Mods

This is the best one yet

queenwhiskey: shitty-car-mods-daily: Old sock. via Shitty_Car_Mods This is the best one yet

Bruh, Chill, and Parents: GMP Wigan East 7 December at 13:35 Wigan East WANTED PERSON Caylan Clossick, 18yrs, is wanted by the police. If you have any information as to his whereabouts please contact 101 Like CommenShare 16,543 people like this. 25,234 shares Top Comments Brad Smith Found him down the nuts n bolts Isle in BnQ Like Reply 53,836 Yesterday at 09:39 878 Replies , 2 mins lan Christopher He was looking through the plane window on my flight to Spain last week.. Like , Reply- , 55,548 . Yesterday at 02:43 1350 Replies , 2 mins Tez Taylor They cant get near him. He hears them coming a mile away. Like Reply 27,072 7 December at 14:30 Edited 127 Replies 19 mins David Fields How u gonna catch someone that can fly Like Reply 26,515 7 December at 17:11 158 Replies 10 mins Jack Straughan He has left traces of his whereabouts in the metro centre Like , Reply- 31,004 . Yesterday at 13:15 194 Replies 8 mins Reece Emanuel Its okay, hes not on the run. Master gave him a sock Like Reply 16,321 Yesterday at 13:46. Edited 400 Replies 4 mins Barry Lomax I'm just ear for the comments Like Reply 38,291 7 December at 22:11 240 Replies 11 mins Will Vennard When your 10 minutes into Dumbo and chill and he gives you X this look Like Reply 21,422 23 hrs 390 Replies 10 mins Jack Winrow New Can you not pick him up on your radio with them badboys? Like . Reply- 11,436 . 7 December at 16:21 38 Replies 1 hr Nathan Edwards His parents were unavailable for comment.. Like Reply 07,211 17 hrs Edited 62 Replies 41 mins Andy Mann How many pencils could you fit behind one of them Like Reply 8,863 7 December at 23.22 73 Replies 6 mins Brent Kilner Last knows whereabouts: orbiting the earths atmosphere. Like Reply 7,895 21 hrs 120 Replies 27 mins Andrew Keiller With the wind we've been having recently this lad could be anywhere. Like Reply 6,467 Yesterday at 09:37 Edited 106 Replies 3 mins hoesnevergetcold: thagoodthings: vbdul: rudegyalchina: Bruh Y they just flame him lmfao I ain’t gon lie tho I ain’t never seen white ppl cook someone like this who knew white ppl had it in them
Bruh, Chill, and Parents: GMP Wigan East
 7 December at 13:35
 Wigan East
 WANTED PERSON
 Caylan Clossick, 18yrs, is wanted by the police.
 If you have any information as to his whereabouts please contact 101
 Like CommenShare
 16,543 people like this.
 25,234 shares
 Top Comments

 Brad Smith Found him down the nuts n bolts Isle in BnQ
 Like Reply 53,836 Yesterday at 09:39
 878 Replies , 2 mins
 lan Christopher He was looking through the plane window on my flight to
 Spain last week..
 Like , Reply-
 , 55,548 . Yesterday at 02:43
 1350 Replies , 2 mins
 Tez Taylor They cant get near him. He hears them coming a mile away.
 Like Reply 27,072 7 December at 14:30 Edited
 127 Replies 19 mins
 David Fields How u gonna catch someone that can fly
 Like Reply 26,515 7 December at 17:11
 158 Replies 10 mins

 Jack Straughan He has left traces of his whereabouts in the metro centre
 Like , Reply-
 31,004 . Yesterday at 13:15
 194 Replies 8 mins
 Reece Emanuel Its okay, hes not on the run. Master gave him a sock
 Like Reply 16,321 Yesterday at 13:46. Edited
 400 Replies 4 mins
 Barry Lomax I'm just ear for the comments
 Like Reply 38,291 7 December at 22:11
 240 Replies 11 mins
 Will Vennard When your 10 minutes into Dumbo and chill and he gives you X
 this look
 Like Reply 21,422 23 hrs
 390 Replies 10 mins
 Jack Winrow New Can you not pick him up on your radio with them badboys?
 Like . Reply- 11,436 . 7 December at 16:21
 38 Replies 1 hr

 Nathan Edwards His parents were unavailable for comment..
 Like Reply 07,211 17 hrs Edited
 62 Replies 41 mins
 Andy Mann How many pencils could you fit behind one of them
 Like Reply 8,863 7 December at 23.22
 73 Replies 6 mins
 Brent Kilner Last knows whereabouts: orbiting the earths atmosphere.
 Like Reply 7,895 21 hrs
 120 Replies 27 mins
 Andrew Keiller With the wind we've been having recently this lad could be
 anywhere.
 Like Reply 6,467 Yesterday at 09:37 Edited
 106 Replies 3 mins
hoesnevergetcold:
thagoodthings:

vbdul:

rudegyalchina:

Bruh

Y they just flame him lmfao

I ain’t gon lie tho I ain’t never seen white ppl cook someone like this


who knew white ppl had it in them

hoesnevergetcold: thagoodthings: vbdul: rudegyalchina: Bruh Y they just flame him lmfao I ain’t gon lie tho I ain’t never seen white pp...

Target, Tumblr, and Beach: animalrates:This is Cooper. Usually goes down the beach and tries to eat rocks but he was being a good boy today. 12/10.. has anyone seen his other sock? It’s gone missing.
Target, Tumblr, and Beach: animalrates:This is Cooper. Usually goes down the beach and tries to eat rocks but he was being a good boy today. 12/10.. has anyone seen his other sock? It’s gone missing.

animalrates:This is Cooper. Usually goes down the beach and tries to eat rocks but he was being a good boy today. 12/10.. has anyone seen hi...

Bye Felicia, Fucking, and Life: mfurirrrunitIu nerevar-shid-and-fard: firstborn-of-akatosh: firstborn-of-akatosh: tiredbosmerboy: skavenscreechings: sock-drawer-jeffery: uesp: Did You Know: Thanks to the Hist, Argonians can switch genders? THE HIST SAID TRANS RIGHTS No, they didn’t, you fucking transfetishist. It’s part of the argonian life cycle. Learn your fucking lore. Wow. Just wow. The lore states the argonians can ask the hist for the change. This means the argonian in question probably feels they do not belong as the gender they hatched as. They don’t just all change gender in their lifetimes. I do read my lore, and think that this is something transfolk should be able to connect with and enjoy. So, kindly fuck off and let transfolk enjoy their tree lizards. “There are many ways to change oneself, of course. Some travel to far off land, taking in a new culture and lifestyle. Others choose to practice a new craft, woodworkers turned warriors, tailors turned egg-tenders. But others feel they need an even deeper change in their life, and so require the aid of the Hist. They are those who have chosen to change their gender. Something deep within these individuals calls for them to undergo this change. I do not know if it is the Hist’s will, or simply their own. But always I listen with open mind and open palms, ready to help them in this time of transformation. Together we commune with the Hist, and prepare to receive its aid.“ -A Grand Transformation, an actual lorebook ‘learn lore’ lmao bye Bye Felicia the argonians said trans rights and skavenscreechings is a blithering fool I love my funky little transsexual lizards ❤️❤️❤️
Bye Felicia, Fucking, and Life: mfurirrrunitIu
nerevar-shid-and-fard:

firstborn-of-akatosh:

firstborn-of-akatosh:
tiredbosmerboy:

skavenscreechings:


sock-drawer-jeffery:

uesp:

Did You Know: Thanks to the Hist, Argonians can switch genders?


THE HIST SAID TRANS RIGHTS


No, they didn’t, you fucking transfetishist.  It’s part of the argonian life cycle.  Learn your fucking lore.


 Wow. Just wow. The lore states the argonians can ask the hist for the change.  This means the argonian in question probably feels they do not belong as the gender they hatched as. They don’t just all change gender in their lifetimes. I do read my lore, and think that this is something transfolk should be able to connect with and enjoy. 
So, kindly fuck off and let transfolk enjoy their tree lizards.

“There are many ways to change oneself, of course. Some travel to far 
off land, taking in a new culture and lifestyle. Others choose to 
practice a new craft, woodworkers turned warriors, tailors turned 
egg-tenders. But others feel they need an even deeper change in their 
life, and so require the aid of the Hist. They are those who have chosen to change their gender. Something deep within these individuals calls for them to undergo 
this change. I do not know if it is the Hist’s will, or simply their 
own. But always I listen with open mind and open palms, ready to help 
them in this time of transformation. Together we commune with the Hist, 
and prepare to receive its aid.“
-A Grand Transformation, an actual lorebook
‘learn lore’ lmao bye

Bye Felicia 

the argonians said trans rights and skavenscreechings is a blithering fool

I love my funky little transsexual lizards ❤️❤️❤️

nerevar-shid-and-fard: firstborn-of-akatosh: firstborn-of-akatosh: tiredbosmerboy: skavenscreechings: sock-drawer-jeffery: uesp: Did ...