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mrsbaus · 1 year
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Spookified my Lego Motorized Lighthouse 🎃
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hazardous-holly · 1 year
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I love these boys so much,,,,also I got lazy with Mothan's name so he's just Moths now JGSASDGHJ
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doodles-of-a-nerd-kid · 6 months
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Misery ft. Mr Sakamoto sketches n doodles, I actually drew the 2nd image bc a mutual drew something really cute and I like it :3c
also frick you eli if ur reading this you smell
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quazart · 8 months
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What if Knuckles saw a 👻?
Oh no😆
This boy is the strongest and toughest around. But put him against a spooky enemy he can't punch or fight against?
Or, at least, assume he can't
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It was just a prank, bro😅
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trashy-roadkill · 5 months
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Made another with one of my favorite fnaf animatronics teehee
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icebrooding · 7 months
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This is your true calling. You feel it. You know it.
Since I gave Riannoc another build I thought I'd go ahead and style him up like a mordrem from that one idea I had where Mordy recreates him as one of his high ranking officers.
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spaciebabie · 2 years
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oh yeah i should probably post these huh
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cabbagegunk · 2 years
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would u let him eat ur brain pretty please please please pl
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carminite-wyrm · 2 years
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So I found @chrisrin 's Hermit Archives AU, promptly went a little bit insane for a couple hours, and ended up with this little fic.
Etho is not oblivious, despite what the other inhabitants of this community might believe, and go to apparently significant lengths to maintain.
He is not oblivious to the fact that the others here, his friends, his acquaintances, his associates, follow…entities, as it were. Entities that feed on fear, that generate it and play with it all of the sake of a better meal.
He knows that the way in which Scar falls from up high with a scream, hits the ground, gasps, and walks off with his limbs still cracking their way back into position, cannot be anything other than the work of That Which Falls Forever and The Inevitable Finale. He knows that the wings shadowing Grian’s back, as he rushes after another one of Scar’s mishaps, are a gift of the Great Voyeur, although Grian is more Chronicler and Storyteller than pure Watcher.
He does not mind though.
Does not mind the way in which the vines will always call Bdubs back to them, even if they now more resemble carpets of woodland moss than the strangling vines of the jungle.
Does not mind the fact that it’s very difficult to keep Zedaph in view, and his machines are often beyond the average understanding.
After all, they don’t pose any direct and intentional danger to him, and well, Etho isn’t one to shy away from danger in the first place. Not ever, and especially not now.
Etho is human, is the thing. He may have been touched by the Entities, in times long past, in a world he rarely returns to, bearing more than a few marks, the most obvious of which belong to the Voyeur and the Always Alone.
He is human. And he is fearless.
What does he care if his friends occasionally burst into gibbering eldritch horrors that traumatise more than a few villagers, and consume even more? At the end of the day, they’re still more pleasant company than the servants and acolytes he knew before them. They still endeavour to be his friend, and in a sense, he imagines that they somehow all anchor each other, this community of avatars and monsters and one lone man. They respect each other, understand each other, and above all, want this land of theirs to remain as their safe haven, despite all that comes from serving an Entity, however unintentional that servitude may have been.
That isn’t to say he’s unprepared, though. No man living with horrors beyond the usual mortal comprehensions would not walk anywhere without at least a few contingency plans, after all.
A candle in every corner of his house, and a matchbox in his pocket, for That Which Blinds And Obscures All.
A painting under his bed and in his pocket, for the False Reflection.
Blackout curtains that double as fire-suppressing blankets if necessary, for both the Voyeur and the Everburning Spark.
And many others options, if Etho were of a mind to list them all.
He doesn’t though. Doesn’t quite need to bother listing them all out. Not because the Administrator might decide to see if he isn’t as oblivious as he seems, after all, his last encounter with the Lying Labyrinthian did make things…a little bit less easy to read, though his eye does help mitigate that particular side effect. Not that fear can affect him, not anymore.
But because, despite the inherent dangers of the world around him, of his fellow Hermits, he does not think that they will be completely necessary. Not against the other Hermits, at least. Even if he had any fear left to give, watching Scar trip and fall into a near-bottomless pit for the fourth time is actually quite funny, and really just takes away from any possible spookiness he could be having, amongst the Hermits. And the way that Tango, Impulse, and Zedaph endlessly rib at each other without coming to blows or anything that could be construed as lasting enmity, despite the typically dangerous and quite possibly insane nature of their engagements. And the way that X looks after the Hermits, makes sure that any of their problems are dealt with, any issues and threats taken into account…even if he wasn’t human, Etho would confidently call it a human-enough emotion for him. The caring, the kindness, the compassion.
Etho knows what makes a monster, in truth, and the Hermits?
He’d be hard-pressed to call them monsters, in any sense of the word.
And well, their presence does ward off any other would-be predators into their territory.
Not that Etho’s concerned about that. He’s got nothing left for fear, after all.
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theindescribable1 · 7 months
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...Its Friday the 13th in October...
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maybemoss · 3 months
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get spookified >:)
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girl help my blog is being haunted by ghosts or perhaps ghouls
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queenofbaws · 6 months
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Trick or Treat! 🎃 (btw, I just noticed your changed icon - very neat!!!)
"another visitor!!! oh me, oh my! i don't think my humble stoop has ever seen this many visitors in one night!!! i...oh dear, oh dear oh dear...uh...hang on one second - the moth that was just here a second ago cleaned me right out!"
you watch, perplexed, as the little creature scampers into the house. you can't see much beyond the threshold, but you can hear plenty. there's crashing, there's smashing, there's even a yelp or two. upsettingly, you...can't tell if that was her, or...something else.
after only a moment, however, she reappears, adjusting her crown. "HERE we are!!! you ask for a trick OR a treat...but...the witching hour grows EVER NEARER - " you check your watch. this is still patently false. " - so what if...i gifted you...........both???"
and with that, she gestures for you to hold out your hands. when you do, she smiles a secret smile and places something in your palms.
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"it's one of the most delicious of my collection," she grins, fingers a-wigglin'. "scrumptious, even! but be careful...once you start eating it...you cannot stop...or the frUIT FLIES WILL COME! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!!" and with that, she scampers back into her house, disappearing.
you look at this monstrous abomination, hefting its weight in your hands. you think 'i could probably eat this in a sitting...maybe two. and if i use plastic wrap, that should keep it fresh. i bet - '
but before you can finish, the door cracks open a bit and the odd gremlin sticks its face out to add, "oh, and don't go thinking you can just lick it a couple times then wrap it. it doesn't work like that. trust me. the plastic wrap gets all sticky and melts into it, and then you have to pull it off really, really carefully, or just like, suck around it, and then you start choking on the...look, just commit to the bit, okay? go for it. or use it to knock out another trick or treater and take their candy!! i'm not your boss, i can't tell you what to do. but hurry up, i can hear the fruit flies now...they're on their way..."
you regret coming down this street, you think.
and then the first fruit fly lands on the ring pop.
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strangestcase · 2 years
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Ok we all agree Jackson is a Weezer enjoyer but hear me out: he also listens to Cake, Weird Al, and They Might Be Giants
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clochanamarc · 7 months
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are we having a hallow.een gala?????????????
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kabra-malvada · 1 year
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HELLLLLPPPPPPPPP YOU'RE SANS NOW IG
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Mexican culture: Am I a joke to you?
FSBVPAIVFPIVEYAVFCYPVAYERVYVEWYTRGVWPGP9G-
@axolotluv Did you have something to do with THIS??! /j
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trashy-roadkill · 5 months
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Made silly flesh cousin edit for the sillies over in the regretevator server PAPER CRAFT FLESH COUSIN ISNT MINE YO!! BELONGS TO SOMEONE WHO I FORGOR ON HERE
EDIT: paper craft flesh cousin:all-7ghostfaces
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