#I love the creepy vibes

[dressycobra7]

@fnafmybeloved @noctovania thought u guys would like this

I know exactly who you are, William.

[shepscapades]

Creaking Bigb!! I did these a couple of nights ago after watching bigb’s first wildlife ep >:]

[sentate]

SENTATE - The Christine Collection

I felt like it was about time to head back to my fantasy bridal atelier and make a fresh set of mermaid style wedding gowns for your sims! This time around I was really inspired by the idea of an alternative bride; mixing sleek modern shapes with vintage couture inspired influences to create a unique look for your sim's big day!

This set is named after my beautiful Nana, Christine. 🤍

10 Items Total / 31 Plain Swatches

DOWNLOAD -Free on Patreon

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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[whispangleblogger]

If you haven't yet, hop over and check out my Friend Ava's Fan Comic, Tangle and Whisper new Roads ! :>

"Tangle & Whisper: New Roads" Issue #1 Animated Cover!

With Issue 2 coming soon, here's a treat for all our patient fans! We showed this off at our panel at #SonicRevolution and I love how great this turned out! I'm just as excited as everyone else and hope you all will enjoy issue 2!!!

Original Cover by: https://twitter.com/_Karl0_

Animation & Music by: https://twitter.com/Michael_States

[liauditore]

i forgot what his ingame name was and had to scrub thru a bunch of videos looking for him like a cryptid and i think that's incredibly joe hills of him

[foolishlovers]

anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough

[wolfnesta]

Nesta blinked, head angling, more feline than Fae.

Nesta’s eyes gleamed like a cat's in the dimness. "Just the shadows."

Hair drifting on a phantom breeze, Nesta glowed with silver fire. Still wearing her mask.

—turned her head toward him with a smooth motion that Bryce had only seen from possessed dolls in horror movies.

[toffeebrews]

Mspaint dream doodles (oh and killer is there 2 ig)

( forgot credits again eugh dream is owned by @/jokublog and killer is owned by @/rahafwabas)

[k1tty5]

i experimented a lot with this lol, was just having fun with textures and brushes and stuff. here is also a version without the obstructive glowy yellow stuff because imm not sure its actually helping the piece

[raginglesbian2006]

what if Alastor had someone he loved accidentally killed in one of his "escapades" and they ended up in heaven. When Alastor dies, he knows that his beloved was too pure to end up in the depths of hell so he begins his journey of gaining enough power to try to get his love back, in turn making a deal he regrets and stumbling upon the Hazbin Hotel. He doesn't speak of this special someone often- only Husk, Rosie, and Mimzy know of them.

All of this is based on the presumption that Al is just a big ol' sap deep down. Albeit a bit....dubiously motivated.

Edit: Turning this into a fic very soon! :) Stay tuned...

A glimpse into my fic based on this random thought- Ne Me Quitte Pas

[bu99erfly]

GO WON by mu_gung, 2018

[neverletbrocookagain]

I'll refine it later

[aquanutart]

Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡

[bardic-irritation]

when I saw spoilers for tmagp 8 they were all along the lines of "Gerry and Gertrude are happy, and also there's some sUbTLe hIntS that all is not as it seems 🤔"

"not as it seems" my ASS it took about 15 seconds for me to decide gerry'd been lobotomized in this universe. it's like 5am and these people presumably showed up at your door with no explanation, and you asked NO questions before inviting them in!? wdym you "barely remember" what happened to you at the institute? how young could he even have been if the institute incident happened about 20 years ago, old enough to remember way more than that surely? the glitch/scratch when gertrude said she didn't think he could help them? is that indicative of someone using entity related powers like it was in tma or does it just mean she's lying? this is so funny to me it wasn't even subtle at all everyone just decided it was more fun to live in denial ig. I mean yeah, for sure. damn.

[aquaquadrant]

Sated

Word count: 1,200 Warnings: Violence, death, animal death A/N: My piece for the 5th edition of @trafficzine was Gem's session 7 task (the boogeyman apocalypse). Had lots of fun with it, please reblog/comment if u enjoy! - Aqua

Sated

~

It starts before Gem even opens her task book. 

Her mouth goes dry; she thinks it’s the shock, as she reads. It’s the weight of the task she’s just been given. She’s never been the boogeyman. That was before her time. And now she needs to infect the entire server. It’s a daunting task, but she’s up for the challenge. As she chats idly with her bandmates, a scratch starts up in her throat. She has to swallow down a cough a few times- though each time, her mouth gets drier.

After they disperse to prepare for their tasks, Gem kneels by the pond outside her cottage and scoops water into her cupped hands. But as soon as she puts it to her lips, it seems to evaporate. She can feel the water passing into her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach- but it does nothing to soothe her.

Her mouth is still dry. And worse, now- her stomach feels empty. Nibbling on a piece of steak brings a similar result; it’s dry and tough and flavorless, and after eating it, her stomach feels even emptier. There’s a powerful craving for… something inside her. An aching, yawning chasm in her heart.

It terrifies and confuses her. Is this what it’s like to be the boogeyman?

She stares at Scott and Impulse. They’re both green. They’re strong, healthy. She can see it in their eyes. And somehow, strangely enough, she can almost smell it on them- the extra hearts, the pure life flowing through their veins. It’s alluring. She licks her lips.

“Don’t come near me, just for a little while,” she tells them, turning away.

~

Gem’s kill on Bdubs leaves her reeling.

The second he poofs away, torn apart by zombies spawned by her hand, an odd sensation washes over her. It’s like the coolest, sweetest water soothing her sore throat. It’s a warm meal comfortably filling her stomach. It’s energy and strength flooding her veins, electricity out the tips of her fingers. After losing nearly two rows of hearts to Scar, it’s sorely needed. She’s almost giddy as she climbs back to the surface to find Bdubs.

He’s already licking his lips, before she even hands him the book. Killing is enough to spread the infection, then. As she guides him through the new task he’s been given, she feels her mouth go dry again, and she realizes that killing is only a temporary fix.

~

“You said you needed one more person,” Impulse says. Always eager to please, wanting to be involved in things. He thinks he understands, but he doesn’t. Not really.

Gem hesitates. “Trust me, you don’t- you don’t want…” She swallows, licks her lips. She and Bdubs have already tried and failed to kill Tango, and they’re both starting to feel it. Every step, every word, every breath takes more effort to get out. The scent of Impulse’s life is incredibly tempting, but she’d wanted to spare her band as long as she could. “I mean… no…”

Impulse insists. Bdubs kills him.

She sees him swallow it down; the relief that floods his wide eyes. The sudden vigor that returns to his body. The way he breathes a little easier. And she realizes that while the curse can only be spread if the newest victim takes part, the killer is the one who gets sated. 

Gem gasps. “You did it!” she cheers, even as she bites back her envy. “Did you gain hearts? You gained hearts, right? That felt good?”

“Yes, I did,” Bdubs breathes.

She tries not to hate him for it.

~

Gem’s sword slashes through the empty air where Scar used to be.

Pearl’s arrow got there a millisecond faster. Gem locks her feelings behind a smile of bared teeth. “Perfect,” she praises Pearl even though her mouth feels like sand and her limbs feel like lead. She’s been cursed longer than Pearl, she needs it more, can’t Pearl see how much she needed it?

She licks her lips. It doesn’t help.

~

Gem trudges next to Impulse, the cherry tree mountain looming before them. She gives him a sidelong look; Impulse’s face paint has dried into powder, dusted in the hollows of his cheeks. 

“Is the server weirdly quiet?” she asks. Every breath rasps against her throat, like she’s inhaling brambles. Her stomach gnaws at her. It’s been ages since her last kill.

“Yeah, I know,” Impulse murmurs. His eyes are sunken. He licks his lips.

~

“I would rather not kill Cleo, personally,” Etho says, because he’s still fresh and he doesn’t understand. He didn’t see the way she turned on Scott.

Gem nods. “Well, you have to participate in the next kill, for the curse to spread, so it’s your call.”

“Yeah, let’s go for Tango,” Etho decides, unsurprisingly.

She doesn’t mind. He’ll understand soon; he’s already clearing his throat.

~

Gem respawns in her cottage after a stray shot from Scar takes her last yellow hearts.

Scott’s there. He’s yellow, but still uninfected. The scent is maddening.

“How are you feeling?” Gem asks, her grip tightening on her sword.

He runs.

~

Wolves pour down the mountainside and sprint headlong into lava, all snapping jaws and burning fur. Their deaths bring Gem no satisfaction. Instead, she sets her sights on the life blood she can smell, sheltering behind the stone walls of the castle.

Her army has grown significantly. They swarm the castle almost like a single being, unified in mind and body. Not just by their shared task, but by their desperation to kill. To be sated.

“The curse feels so good,” Gem lies, as they close in on their next kill, “just let it take over!”

It’s Scar’s kill, in the end. She licks her lips.

~

Gem stands before the Secret Keeper.

She can feel the others’ eyes burning into the back of her skull. The resentment for bringing them to this point. Most have lost a life, and all have lost hearts. All this struggle just to fail at the end, when she could’ve spared them by failing at the start.

Despite her exhaustion, Gem keeps her shoulders back and chin up. She was given a nearly impossible task, and she nearly succeeded. She assembled an army and led it well. She doesn’t regret it. But privately, she’s glad it’s over.

“I failed!” Gem declares, hitting the button. 

This isn’t the first time she’s failed a task, but it’s the first time she’s failed as a red, and she isn’t prepared for what happens. The weight of the curse falls off her; body strengthening, mind sharpening. That much is back to normal.

But Gem is seized with horror as she finds that thirst, that hunger, that craving, is still there.

Martyn locks eyes with her from the assembled crowd. Martyn, the only person who was red without the curse. There’s understanding in his gaze, solemn and empathetic, and suddenly his eyes look more hollow than they used to.

And Gem realizes that while she might no longer be infected with the boogeyman curse, she’s still a red name, and there’s a reason they’ve always said the two things aren’t so different.

Her mouth is dry. She licks her lips.

~