Ominous statement generator

venusiangay:

Birth Month:

  • Jan – The weathered bone
  • Feb – The stained glass window
  • Mar – A wolf’s howl
  • Apr – The fog on the moors
  • May – The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral
  • June – The bloodied locket
  • July – A scream from within the forest
  • Aug – The churning sea
  • Sept – The fire’s last embers
  • Oct – An old clocktower
  • Nov – A mountain’s wind
  • Dec – A saint’s weeping

Color of The Top You’re Wearing*:

  • Red – smells strongly of flesh and rot.
  • Orange – is set afire when you look toward it.
  • Yellow – causes a ringing in your head that grows as you approach it.
  • Green – offers to make a pact.
  • Blue – demands a sacrifice.
  • Violet – causes blood to drip from your eyes.
  • White – whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.
  • Grey – hums with grief.
  • Black – pardons you of your sins.

*if patterned/multicolored, choose the closest base colour, or most prominent.

based off this post

aceofsquiddles:

life-of-eris:

If you had five billion you could hop from job to job, calling entitled customers idiots all across your city, putting the fear of You into every shithead in town until people become afraid to be rude to servers and cashiers, lest you emerge from the back room like some kind of manners-enforcing specter

ask-amcw:

“Surprisingly, Sergeant Detritus is perfect for the job. He’s good with children and Sam loves the piggyback rides. … And I can rest easy because no one is going to dare lay a finger on my son as long as Detritus is around.”