#halloween 2019
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silk-swan · 2 months ago
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𝐼𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝐹𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 🪽
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genshinoutfitotd · 5 months ago
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The Genshin outfit of the day is:
Amber from Halloween 2019!
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the-dreamland-au · 7 months ago
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I got this old doodle drawn out in markers which is a chimera like monster with a body of wasp, snake acting as tail, ant’s head, and spider legs. It was created back in 2019 for Kirby Halloween contest to draw demon beast monster which I only ended up in nineth place. I don’t mind as in first place was a cool looking dragon.
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news-buzz · 2 months ago
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Greatest Halloween TV Episodes to Watch: The Simpsons, Mates
This story was initially printed on Oct. 3, 2019. We’re republishing it forward of Halloween. Halloween, for all its spooky charms, might be an amazing vacation. There’s the anxiousness of discovering costume, the stress to courageous fearsome issues like haunted homes and scary films and, in fact, the wrestle to nab the very best sweet. These in search of a extra low-key option to rejoice fall’s…
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smoothratbrainidiot · 11 months ago
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I usually don't like posting personal photos, but I kinda want to show off my Halloween costume from 2019. Was 13 then and it's probably my favorite Halloween costume I've ever had. I still have the mask and the hat (the hat's in bad shape, though). Had to crop out my sibling so couldn't show the full costume, though.
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kappyhappy · 1 year ago
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When Jessica was alive.
Drawn in OCT 2019
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susiephone · 1 year ago
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mat1996 · 2 years ago
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misto de sensações desse dia
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gloomy-prince · 1 year ago
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every year, one member of the club picks the subject for a group costume. that year, it was Ben's turn...
most self indulgent thing I have ever drawn in my life lmaooo. I was going to have them in accurate costumes at first, but knowing it's the 90s, I thought it would be more fun to try to imagine how they might do it themselves instead. I want to do another one based on this as well, but I'm not sure if I'll have enough time, so I'm just posting this now...
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horrorpolls · 4 months ago
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inkadink17 · 1 year ago
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LMAO NOT METAL GEAR SOLID SNAKE 😭💀💀
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The Cuphead entry wasn’t my only Halloween art, I also did these for fun.
Bubbles dressed as Maka Albarn because they both wear their hair in pigtails and they’re both voiced by Tara Strong, with Boomer dressed as Soul Evans to complete the pair (I’m also guessing Brick and Butch picked on him for it).
Ace looks a bit vampiric so that’s why I drew him dressed as a vampire and Snake as Solid Snake because… come on, I thought it was freaking hilarious and wasn’t going to pass it up.
EDIT: Apparently I got my facts wrong. It’s Laura Bailey who voices Maka in the dub. Which, not gonna lie, that’s a damn good Tara Strong impression she’s got going on.
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thathalloweenyfeeling · 2 months ago
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blue-sunflower-bee · 1 year ago
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Securitywaiter fandom!
Consider this... I NEED this Ness
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With this Mike
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Aka "Clumsy detective x even clumsier robber that is followed by bad luck"
Edit:
You can read the beginning of this story here:
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cainternn · 1 year ago
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theres something in the yard (x)
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greenandsorrow · 2 months ago
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IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈
Pennywise bonding with a teen!reader/ platonic
-> I decided to write this more like a casual narration, for the storytelling vibes. Also, I might have tried to pull a "going back and forth in time like I'm S.King", so not everything will be crystal clear from the get-go. Hope you enjoy and feel free to interact!!!
-> I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, but the fem pov came more naturally to me, so I apologise if it takes away from the story for some of you.
-> Pennywise the Dancing Clown: A trans-dimensional entity that shapeshifts and feeds on the fear -and sometimes the flesh- of kids and animals. IT hibernates for 25 to 27 years, then wakes up for 12 to 16 months, manipulating reality and slipping past the notice of adults.
Listen to: Five Years by David Bowie
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~ 1 ~
1979 Derry, Maine
A family of three moved to Derry, for the father's work. Maine has its fair share of factories and the average person here doesn't mind getting their hands dirty, if it means paying the bills.
You were twelve when your family settled in an amiable house in Witchham St.
You may be seventeen now and you may have embraced the Losers' Club almost like a parental figure... But that wasn't the case five years ago.
When you first moved to Derry, you were twelve.
It was that same year you attended the annual Derry Funfair -Pennywise's favorite time to wake up. How could it not be, with so many kids out after dark... The Derry Funfair. The perfect hunting ground for the entity. That fateful night, you saw him for the first time. You call IT a 'he' because in the form of a clown, IT feels like a 'he'.
The air at the funfair was thick with the smell of popcorn, sugar... and something faintly metallic. As you walked through the crowd, laughter rang out around you, along with the loud music coming from the speakers far above your head.
You spotted the Ferris Wheel turning slowly against the darkening sky, each of its blinking lights reflecting in the deepening puddles scattered along the path. The Carousel line was snaking on that very path. You always loved how the painted horses glistened under the soft glow of the carnival lights...
Fed up with a group of cocky twenty-somethings, you slipped away from the fair, eventually finding yourself by the bridge for a moment of peace. You liked the breeze and the faint smell of night-blooming flowers. You still do.
It was quiet, until you suddenly heard a distinct sort of giggling. You also spotted a single, shiny red balloon floating toward you, bobbing against the wind. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled. Chills ran down your arms. Instinct warned you that something was very wrong.
That night, in your rush to escape and flee back to the fair, you left your hairbow at the bridge.
Later, as you looked out the window of your father's car on the ride home, you looked back and saw him -an enormous figure in a dusty, faded clown suit, watching you, waving slowly at you. His face was ghostly pale, almost like porcelain, with eyes that gleamed a strange and unsettling shade of amber. Those eyes seemed knowing, as if they could peel back every thought and fear inside you. A painted smile stretched across his mouth, far too wide and framed by rows of teeth that looked far too many, like something out of a nightmare. Wisps of reddish-orange hair framed his face, stiff and wild. The ruffles around his neck were yellowed with age, their edges fraying.
The suit itself was old, streaked with grime. Large, oversized pom-poms lined the front in an even row. And yet, despite his faded, worn appearance, there was something disturbingly vibrant about him. It was as if he wasn't really standing but rather waiting -waiting for you to wave back at him.
Even from the safety of the car, a chill had crept through you, and somehow you knew that he was still watching long after the car had turned, his gaze following you all the way home.
That night, when you woke up thirsty from all the popcorn you'd had at the fair, you wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. There, neatly placed beside the sink, was your lost hairbow -the same one you'd bitterly cried over after realizing it was missing.
Two days later, you returned to the fair with your parents. You felt happy. You were carefree. You were stupid. You couldn't resist looking for the clown who had waved at you... You had a strange feeling that the balloon belonged to him... It was the shame shade as his painted lips. You also had another, even odder feeling that he had somehow been the one who returned your hair ribbon.
Eventually you found him. The clown waved again and this time, you waved back, even managing a smile. But when he extended an unnaturally long arm, gesturing you to come closer, you were smart enough to keep your distance. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his voice, soft and coaxing, whispered your name.
Strangely, your parents didn't seem to notice him, neither that day nor the first time you'd seen him...
It was July. You didn't see the clown again until early autumn, right around the time you started feeling nervous about your new school.
That summer, he haunted your dreams night after night. They'd start innocently enough, not like full blown nightmares -you'd find yourself back at the fair, wandering through empty stalls. The colors were brighter -somehow too bright- and the air too thick. Then, he would appear. A clown in the distance, his wide smile aimed straight at you. You'd try to move, to turn away, but somehow, your feet kept inching closer.
In those dreams, he told you his name -Pennywise-, his favorite color -red- and his favorite food -cotton candy-. You remember telling him that you knew he was lying, that he wasn't just any clown. After that, the dreams stopped.
1984 Derry, Maine
You think back to all that as you blankly stare at the pages of your math book, you think back to what belongs in the past, but your mind drifting off to five years ago is more than justified.
People in town are noticing things these days, though no one says it out loud. There are hushed conversations about kids going missing -George Denbrough included-, strange sightings near the sewers, and that eerie feeling you get walking through Derry alone.
The old-timers say things aren't right this time, that it feels different somehow. You overhear a few whispers that maybe this time, it's sticking around longer. And the worst part is that you know why. You know why even better than your younger friends do...
Since last autumn, you've gotten close to Bev Marsh. She sees you as the older sister she never had. Bill lives right across the street. You babysat him and his little brother, Georgie, over the summer. But since Georgie's death in the Fall, you and Bill have drifted apart. Stanley… well, he may or may not have a crush on you. You know him through Bill -he's a good kid. Eddie Kaspbrak, same way, also through Bill. Thank God he gets some fresh air with his friends -you've heard his mom isn't the easiest. Then there's Ben, your reading buddy from the library. Richie Tozier? You two got into a fight once, over which Led Zeppelin song is the best. And Hanlon, he nearly knocked you over with his bike the first time you met.
Another remarkable mention? Henry Bowers. He is a year younger than you. Sure, the guy's a bully, but oddly enough he and his friends never caused you any trouble. And I say 'oddly enough', in the same way Derry's misfortunes oddly enough never seem to touch you. The bad luck that hangs over this town, the accidents, the disappearances, even the craziness... it's as if you've been given an unspoken pass, a quiet immunity no one else seems to have. Even when trouble looms close, you remain untouched, like some silent pact with the shadows in this place.
However, it's not just the gossiping ladies at the grocery store, or the old wise granddads who enjoy sitting on their porches, that made your mind wander to the past with their words.
As of late, your dad started locking the doors at night without explanation and your mom seems anxious, checking the windows like she expects something -or someone- to be watching. They'd never talk about it, but you can tell they sense it too... The whole town feels off, like there's something lurking beneath the surface. Sometimes, you catch a flash of red in the distance or hear a faint giggle that seems to echo from nowhere. It happens often enough that it feels like more than coincidence.
You've started wondering if he's ever really gone at all.
Even your dreams are different now.
More vivid.
In them, you're back at that same funfair... but it feels hollow, like something out of a faded photo. Every creak of the Ferris Wheel, every rustle of the trees ...sounds wrong. Sometimes, you see him waiting by the bridge, his head tilted in that unnatural way. His smile is sharper and more dangerous, as if he's been waiting all this time, keeping a part of you trapped there. You always wake up shaking, heart pounding in your ears.
The worst part is that the closer you get to waking, the darker the dreams grow.
In last night's one, Pennywise had held his gloved hand out to you, as if inviting you closer. You had felt the weight of his gaze, pulling you in despite everything inside you screaming to run. You started to remember that he's taken kids before, that he leaves things behind as markers -ribbons, scraps, things no one else notices... And then had woken up gasping for air.
No matter how much you try to shake it off, the feeling lingers, leaving you wondering if he's still out there, watching you, just as he was five years ago.
For you, fear twisted into something almost exhilarating five years ago... thanks to all those fleeting moments of intimacy when he would whisper secrets, just for you. It was wrong and you know that, but there was a thrill in the danger he represented. You think about the stories the others tell, how they shudder at the thought of him -of IT- while your heart races at the memories of the laughter, of the games. It's a longing that gnaws at you, even as you wrestle with the dread of his return.
It was easier to just forget before, but now the thought of him returns like a shadow. As you flip the pages of your stupid math book, you wonder if he's standing outside your house right now, waiting for you to come back to him, just as you've secretly wished for him to do all these years. Because, it's true, there's a twisted part of you that misses him.
When the Losers share with you Bill's and Ben's theories about IT and how IT came to be, you can't help but recall how Penny would laugh, a sound that echoed like a melody in the chaos of your childhood, dancing on the edge of terror. His voice, with its playful cadence, would weave stories that made the mundane feel magical. You remember how you'd lean in, drawn by an irresistible urge, despite the way your heart raced and your instincts screamed to flee.
Even the memories of those long, shadowy nights away from the comfort of your bed, punctuated by the pulse of adrenaline, stir something within you -an inexplicable yearning for the connection you shared, however dark it was.
You close the book since there's no way you can concentrate on your homework now and instead, you settle on washing the dishes.
Despite everything, beneath that longing lies the heavy weight of guilt and sorrow. 'Penny' killed Georgie and that truth looms over every fond memory you have with him. This is the part you feel compelled to remind yourself: he's a killer, a predator.
To any onlooker, all they would see is a broken girl, haunted by a lost childhood and a shadowy figure that once made her feel alive and seen. You know better than anyone that the line between fear and fascination is a thin one, and that's a truth you'll have to grapple with...
...in the chapters to come.
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lostinthewoodsomewhere · 2 months ago
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Happy Halloween!!!
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