#tw automatonophobia

[batolusa]

Jophie doodles with a lil " Bon " in the middle

[t0m0w0]

FNAF! if they were designed by me :D

FNAF 1:

I don’t have much to say about them :))

FNAF 2:

I think they look super cute >_<

FNAF 3:

Springtrap and the super cute tiny phantoms lol (I didn’t feel like drawing them xp)

FNAF 4:

Bit iffy on mangle and Bonnie’s designs but eh

More for FNAF 4: they are all based on phobias. most are only based off one phobia, but some are based off of two cuz i wanted to. I also replaced nightmare for NM springbonnie

NM Freddy is Trypophobia (fear of holes), Freddles are Dentophobia (fear of teeth), NM Chica is Stomaphobia (fear of mouths), NM Bonnie is Necrophobia (fear of dead bodies or things associated with death), NM Foxy is Claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces) and Ommetaphobia (fear of eyes), NM Puppet is Aichmophobia (fear of sharp things) and Coulrophobia (fear of clowns), Plushtrap is Ludilophobia (fear of toys), NM BB is Automatonophobia (fear of human-like figures (or uncanny valley)), NM Fredbear and NM Springbonnie are Nyctophobia (fear of darkness) and somniphobia (fear of sleep (kinda but not rlly)), and NM Mangle is entomophobia (fear of insects (or in this case an excessive amount of legs))

I have ideas for NM Freddy, NM Foxy, and NM mangles “jumpscares” (they aren’t really jumpscares lol) :33

[mackachu1212]

Kat Dines Alone Tonight

[chandelier-still-flickering-here]

I don't know why, but this photo like genuinely scares me. It's like instinctively deeply upsetting to me. It doesn't look like Taylor Swift. I think it's my fear of mannequins acting up. The photo is setting off my uncanny valley alarms. idk. She looks like a mannequin for some reason

[that-one-dork]

I love the skrunklies

[general-glitters]

TW! Maggots. Blood, weirdly moving fur fur.

Self indulgent springtrap moodboard with themes of; Maggots, fursuit paws, blood, mechanical things.

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[batolusa]

I can finally use my Spanish for something good and funny. Jack Walten is the Latino icon.

[meatsugar-general]

Hi, now that I can be myself again without feeling like it'll make me a bad person, I made this;

Its kind of a ref for how I'm supposed to look?? Kind of fanart?? So its a little personal??

It has hair cause I absorbed it from when I was 12-14 and role-playing fnaf beach house on meepcity

[mothgodofchaos]

Strings

It's always interesting whenever I write things like mannequins/dolls/puppets in a horror context, because they skeeve me out. Call me Markiplier with the way I despise mannequins.

This is also partially inspired by the horror game Prototype if you remember that one from like a year and a half ago.

Puppet!Jameson Jackson x GN!Reader, TW: automatonophobia, kidnapping, forced possession, emetophobia Words: 955

The shop is quiet, unblinking eyes of puppets and dolls staring at you as you walk between the rows. They twitch and creak, swaying as they hang from hooks on the ceiling. It’s unsettling, feeling watched by vessels devoid of a soul. Waiting for you to let your guard down so they can consume yours. 

The elderly man continues leading you further in, wanting to show you his greatest creation. Everything inside you is screaming to turn back, but you’re far too afraid that they will grab you if you try to run now. You try everything to rationalize this situation, he’s just a short little eccentric man, what harm could he really do? He just happens to have a really unsettling hobby of collecting and creating thousands of puppets that look almost human. Totally normal for a man of retirement age to be doing with the rest of his life.

You reach a door, and the first thing that jumps out to you is how secured it is. Multiple rusted locks connect chains together, with several boards barring it from opening outwards. It doesn’t seem as if he’s trying to keep others out, more like he’s trying to keep something else in. You fiddle with your hands in your pockets, trying not to seem visibly freaked out about all of this as he takes his time with the locks and boards, cautiously setting them aside. Once the door has been cleared, another key is inserted into the knob, turning it and pulling it open. You hold the door for him, pretending to be nice but when you just witnessed all he did to keep this door shut, you do not trust him to be behind you. 

The old man walks over to a workbench, putting on a pair of spectacles as you look around. Tools are nailed haphazardly to the walls, ranging from abnormally large pliers to hand drills. Your attention is brought over to the other side of the room, with a large curtain spanning the length of it. He’s picked up a cane that looks to have been made of a mannequin leg, hobbling over and grabbing at the frayed braided cord off to the side and tugging downwards. The curtains draw to reveal a large, human sized puppet, limp and staring at the floor. Its eyes are closed, with black streaks down its cheeks as if they’re haunted tears. 

He shows off the puppet, lifting its head and showing its features off. The eyes open and they stare deeply into your soul, petrified with fear. More of the same black ooze drips from his visible joints, spilling out of his mouth. So much of this is wrong, but you can’t help but want to help this puppet escape. Although you’re not quite sure if it is a puppet. He is explaining it all to you, but it is all muffled through the terror filled screeching in your mind. 

You start thinking of anything possible to get out of this situation, hopefully with the puppet in tow, and your eyes fall upon the weird, creepy cane the old man is using. While you’re not usually one to physically assault the elderly, if you’re going to use a mannequin leg for a cane, you might deserve it a little bit. You snatch it out from under him, watching him tumble onto his face as you grab a hacksaw off the wall, slicing through the strings keeping him aloft. When the final one staps, the puppet crumples onto its knees, spitting up more of the black ooze. 

“No no no no, what have you done!?”

The old man tries to right himself onto his feet again, which you promptly throw his cane at him and help the puppet up, moving through the store as quickly as possible. As you move through the rows, the puppets start shaking far worse, breaking apart and some even screaming at you. The rattling is so loud, and the only track in your mind is getting out. You get to the front door, pushing it open and pulling the puppet out with you, falling onto the pavement. He’s on top of you, quickly rolling off to hack up more of the void sludge onto the ground. He’s shaking terribly, proper tears finally falling down his cheeks.

“Thank you, oh my gods.”

“What the fuck was his deal? Why were you back there?”

“I- used to be an apprentice- oh gods- please- get me away-”

You help him onto his feet, pulling him off and away to your car. The rattling hasn’t ceased inside, and you hear distant screams as you notice many of the puppets moving away from the front of the store. You hate to think of what was going on back there in that workshop. His joints grind and creak as you get him settled into the passenger seat, wondering if calling the police is a good idea. For right now, you are focusing on the man in front of you, sobbing his eyes out.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re away. What can I get you? Food? Water? Warmth?”

He just frantically nods, curling up into a ball. Something gets the best of you and you just pull him into a hug, not knowing the last time he felt the caring touch of another person. He hesitates for a moment, before wrapping you tightly in his arms as well. You don’t care about the stains on your skin and clothes, you don’t care about how weird you may usually think this situation is. You’re just trying to help any way you can. And you’ll stay here with him until the police arrive, and probably quite a bit after.

[avidrawsthings]

Rowan, Ben and Reina

Talbott

Ricardo

Barnaby, Ismelda and Chiara displaying their Magic. Barnaby has Earth Magic, Ismelda has Doll Magic and Chiara has Healing Magic.

TW: Automatonophobia (since Ismelda's section includes a GIF showing creepy dolls)

Barnaby gained Earth Magic as it represents his strength and power, and how he uses that to protect his friends. I've always associated him with the Earth element for that reason. This magic makes him an absolute unit since he can manipulate and control all of the Earth around him. This includes other materials such as clay, crystals and metals, as they're also part of the earth. After exploring the arts during his Renaissance Wizard phase, he stuck with sculpting and metalwork. In duels, he'll use Earth Magic for both attack and defense. He received his Infinitus (spellbook) from Reina to commemorate their new friendship during their Third Year.

Ismelda gained Doll Magic as she developed a curiosity for things that were both cute and creepy. As she began to explore hobbies, she found herself developing an interest in dolls, especially after hearing about haunted doll stories from Ben. With this magic, she can summon and control dolls, use them for spying and gathering information, disguise them as other people, and summon them in swarms for attack and defense. She received her Infinitus as a gift from Reina after they became friends during their Fourth Year, a short time after the events of "Crushed".

Chiara gained Healing Magic thanks to her desire of wanting to become a Healer herself, as well as her kind and caring personality. She directly asked Reina for an Infinitus of her own in their Third Year as she expressed interest in expanding on her current abilities, and be a better help to everyone, especially those she helped tend to at the Hospital Wing. This magic allows her to heal many injuries, both internal and external, and in time she's capable of removing certain types of ailments and curses. It would prove useful in the event that there were shortages of certain potions and other medicines. She would also gain Lunar Magic as her Secondary. This not only enhanced her magic on any night that the moon was visible, but also allowed her to bypass the need for Wolfsbane Potions. In addition to maintaining control while she's transformed, she's able to still use her magic to heal others and herself.

[audioaujom]

(5) Automatonophobia

LTWF Hub, < prev, next >

No TWs, just more crazy antics and some writing of the whole gang together (finally)! It’s pretty dialogue heavy, so I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2972

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Throwing open the plain wooden door with a grin, Patton excitedly gestured inside to a rather unimpressed Logan. “This is my dorm!” 

“It seems like an adequate living space.” Logan nodded as he followed Patton inside, taking in the two wildly different halves of the small dorm.

The right side was very clearly Patton’s, with fairy lights tacked to the very top line of the wall over the bed covered in piles of fluffy blankets, stuffed animals, and pillows of various pastel colors. Every surface of the desk was covered in small knick-knacks—Pokemon figurines next to squishies of various shapes—and a Polaroid camera tucked into the corner of the top shelf that was free of even a speck of dust. A small cork board hung on the wall between the bed and desk and was covered in photographs—mostly of Patton, though Logan spotted Virgil in more than in a few—and handwritten notes.

The other side belonged to Patton’s roommate Roman, the scarlet sheets not well made up and the desk covered in loose paper, books, and a large speaker on the top shelf. The wall behind the bed had every inch covered by large musical and movie posters, a handful of them covered in sharpie signatures and some of them with matching playbills displayed on the desk.

Between the two was a microwave precariously balanced on top of a rather large mini-fridge, the power cables for both stretched nearly to their limit to reach the busted wall outlet beside the window above Patton’s bed. Both beds had a window above them, the blinds pulled down all the way over both to keep the late evening sun from warming the room too much.

“It is! And I’ve got it all decorated and everything!” Patton ran inside and jumped onto his bed, picking up a cat shaped pillow and hugging it into his chest. “This is my half, the other is Roman’s.”

“Ah.” Logan hummed, entirely unsurprised. He spared one final glance at the wall of posters as he shut the door behind him, walking over to take a seat at Patton’s desk. “He seems to enjoy the art of make believe.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty big into theater.” Patton laughed, setting the pillow down to pat the bed beside him. “That’s why he’s not here right now, actually. He’s got a rehearsal.”

“I see.” Logan hesitated for a moment before getting up and taking a seat beside Patton on the bed. “You have quite the collection of stuffed animals.”

“Yes!” Patton instantly pushed himself back towards the wall so the full pile of plushies and pillows that made up a mock headboard could be better seen. “They all have names and they are all my friends!” He then paused, realizing what he was saying and face flushing as he picked up a small elephant and put it in his lap. “I… know it’s a little childish.”

“Acting upon child-like ideas and motivations is not always a bad thing, Patton.” Logan shook his head, reaching out and picking up a small white cat and holding it in his hands. “Is there a particular reason you cherish them so much?”

“Well… I always wanted a collection when I was a kid, but my parents said I couldn’t have more than a few.” Patton stared into the carefully arranged pile, a sad smile slowly spreading across his face as he poked at each plushie instead of glancing at Logan. “So, um, I collected them in secret during high school. About a quarter of these are gifts from Virgil for making it into school, though. That's why it’s so big now!”

“I see.” Logan was smiling slightly when Patton snuck a peek back over at him, having set the cat down across his legs. “As long as they make you happy, I can understand why collecting them could be seen as a worthwhile hobby.”

“Do you want to meet them?!” Patton exclaimed excitedly, Logan unable to say no as Patton lit up and began gently handling every single stuffed animal with a kind of delicacy that had Logan's smile growing, listening intently to every name until some noise from the hallway outside interrupted the moment. 

The noise turned to shuffling directly outside the dorm door, before the door then unlocked and swung open as Patton’s roommate started to step through with a wide grin. 

“Honey, I’m ho—OH MY GOD!” Roman slammed the door shut in his own face, Logan and Patton sharing a look as Roman then had to unlock and open the door for a second time. “What the hell is that thing doing in here?!”

“Oh, hey!” Patton brightened up, smiling. “Roman, this is Logan! Logan, this is my roommate Roman.”

“Hello. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.” Logan stood up and started to extend a hand towards Roman, who jumped back in surprise.

“Oh shit! It talks!”

Logan tilted his head to one side, a small frown forming on his face. “...I’m confused.”

“Oh course he does!” Patton was also confused, looking at Roman questioningly. “How else would he teach?”

The three stared at each other for a long moment, before Roman tentatively asked, “...teach?” 

“Do you even go to class at all?” Patton tilted his head to one side, a little annoyed by Roman’s confusion. “He's the guy from my astronomy class I was talking about!”

“The guy… from your astronomy… class… is… a…” Roman’s face changed as he spoke aloud, clearly processing the information before suddenly blurting, “Well now hold on a diddly damn darned second! You never said he was a robot!”

Patton smiled sheepishly, holding the white cat that Logan had on his lap earlier. “I didn’t realize that was relevant.” 

“If my presence makes you uncomfortable in any way, I can vacate your residence.” Logan offered, gesturing for Roman to stop blocking the door. “Patton and I could resume our discussion either at a later date or in another location.”

“No, Logan, you don't have to go.” Patton leaned forward to grab Logan by the upper arm, eyes pleasing as he pulled him back towards the bed before he could walk away.

“No! Yes, he does! He— Yes!” Roman blanched as Patton glared over at him, him looking between the two nervously.

“I thought you said you didn’t mind if I had friends over?” 

“Well of course I don’t mind, it’s just…” Roman awkwardly looked away, face flushing as he admitted, “Those things are creepy. They freak me out.”

“By ‘those things’, are you referring to us androids in general?” Logan asked, Roman pressing his lips into a thin line as he nodded in affirmation.

“Yeah! You look and sound so… real.” Roman shuddered, finally dropping his backpack and shedding the jacket he had on. “It’s unnerving!” 

The three boys stared at each other for a long moment before Roman grimaced, waving a hand dismissively into the air and turning his full attention to the ziploc bag full of half-melted ice he pulled out of his bag on the floor.

“But… whatever. If Patton wants you here that bad you can stay. Oh, and Virgil told me to bring you ice. Didn’t say what for.”

Logan sat back down on the bed beside Patton, looking to him for confirmation before quickly recounting, “Some kids attacked him while we were reviewing notes earlier.”

“Oh, shit! Let me see!” Dashing forward, Roman almost dropped the ice in his haste to figure out what happened, reaching out for Patton’s face.

“I’m fine, Roman, really—!” Patton immediately put both arms out, pushing Roman away before he could touch him, Logan noticing the nearly imperceptible flinch that the other clearly missed.

“Names.” Roman demanded as he noticed the now purple bruise spreading across Patton’s cheek, hands clenched at his sides. “I want their names.”

Patton shook his head, subconsciously trying to block the injury with one of his hands as the other reached out to take the bag from his roommate. “No, no, come on. Just… it stings. Let me have the ice.”

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.” Roman worriedly watched Patton as he handed the bag over, gently pressing it against his face.

“If you would like, I can—” Logan interrupted, Roman whirling to the side and swinging a wild punch that collided with Logan’s chest, not hurting the android but startling him as his words were cut off in a loud swear from Roman.

“Ow! Fuck, man, I forgot you were made of metal. That hurt.” Shaking out his hand, Roman winced and offered Logan an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Ow. What were you saying?”

“I was simply planning on offering to hold the ice. The temperature will not affect my hand in the same way.” Logan returned the smile as best he could, turning to look at Patton. “Meaning I can hold it for longer.”

“It’s okay, Logan. Thanks though.” Patton shook his head, pulling the ice off the bruise for a few moments before putting it back.

“You’re so lifelike you may as well be.” Roman uttered incredulously, both Logan and Patton unsure if he meant to say that out loud. He then abruptly turned around, busying himself with his phone as he declared, “Well, I’ll let you two have this room to make out or whatever it is you were planning on doing—!”

“Roman!” Patton cut him off with a squeak, before composing himself and countering, “If you’re leaving to go see Virgil, just invite him over, too.”

“...how’d you know?” Roman looked up through light bangs that had fallen in the way of his eyes, face crimson. “Am I really that obvious?!”

“I am told I am rather dense and usually unaware of these things, but…” Logan interjected, Patton trying to suppress giggles from beside him. “I noticed as well.”

“Well fuck.” 

“Which means Virge probably has too.” Patton shrugged, meeting Roman’s still concerned stare with a teasing, “So go on. See if he’ll come over.”

“You…! You are…! I’m going to come up with something very mean and witty later!” Sputtering, Roman turned and flopped onto his bed, rapidly typing on his phone as Patton and Logan shared an amused look.

Patton waited for a minute, watching as Roman’s face lit up and prodding, “So?” 

“He’ll be here in a few minutes.” Roman answered a little too quickly, before turning an accusatory glare to Patton as he opened his mouth. “I don’t want to hear it!”

The three chatted idly for the next few minutes, Patton continually icing his face on and off until there was a sharp knock at the dorm door that Roman rushed to answer.

“...I hope this isn’t an intervention.” Virgil commented with a smirk, looking between the three in the room.

“Nope! Just a playdate!” Patton grinned from the bed, pulling the ice away from his face to flash him the widest smile he could muster. “Unless you want Logan and I to go so you two can have a real one!”

“Yuck. Like I’d ever spend alone time with his majesty, the royal pain in my ass.” Virgil stuck his tongue out, Patton giggling as Virgil cleared off a spot on Roman’s desk to hop up and sit down.

“Excuse me!” Roman gasped, offended, turning indignant eyes to the boy on his desk. “There is no need for such salty nicknames, Cynic-ella.”

“Not one of your best.” Virgil smirked as Roman gasped again, the two starting to bicker as Logan leaned over to Patton in confusion.

“What are they talking about?” 

“The school is doing a production of Cinderella, and Roman is the prince.” Patton explained, removing the ice from his face again as he watched Virgil and Roman go at each other fondly.

“Does that imply Virgil is playing the princess?” Logan asked, eyes widening as Patton doubled over laughing, his shoulders shaking with the effort of trying to stay relatively quiet. “Why are you laughing?”

“Virgil just helps him run his lines.” Patton corrected after he caught his breath, still shaking with the aftershocks of his laughing fit. “He doesn’t act.”

“Oh. I apologize, I misunderstood.” Logan nodded, before taking a lull in Virgil and Roman’s bickering as an opportunity for him to get off the bed and approach Roman to ask, “Could I bother you with a question or two?”

Roman blinked, awkwardly putting some extra space between the two before nodding, albeit a little confused. “Oh, um, sure. How can I help you?”

Patton didn't get to hear Logan’s question, his attention caught by Virgil jogging over and stealing Logan's spot on the bed. “Just so you know, I approve of him.”

“What?” Instantly turning bright red, Pattong almost threw the bag of ice he was holding in surprise as he glanced over to see Virgil’s self-satisfied grin. “No, it’s not—! I’m not—! How could I possibly—?”

“I don’t mean like that.” Virgil shook his head, but the words turned insincere as he added, “But if you want things to be like that you have my blessing as well—”

“Virge!” 

“He’s just cut from better cloth than your usual taste, that’s all.” Virgil defended, Patton going quiet as his friend's expression turned serious. “And for me to say that about a robot—even one who seems to be bordering on fully sentient—means a lot.”

“I know.” The heaviness of the words made Patton sigh, picking up the same cat pillow from earlier to give it a one handed hug as he put the ice back to his face. “I, uh, never thanked you. For all your help with…”

“You can thank me by being happy with Logan, alright?” Virgil smiled softly, reaching a hand out towards Patton’s shoulder and waiting for a tentative nod to give him a gentle pat and a squeeze for comfort. “Though I am surprised he and Roman can hold a conversation, given Ro’s aversion to—”

“HOW DARE YOU! ACTING IS SO MUCH MORE THAN ROLEPLAYING!” Roman suddenly yelled, Virgil and Patton sharing an unsurprised glance. “AND FOR THAT MATTER ROLEPLAYING IS ALSO AN ACCEPTABLE HOBBY!”

“I stand corrected. Let me go rein him in.” Virgil rolled his eyes, sliding off the bed and casually walking over to Roman. “What’s going on, you two?”

“I understand the concept of acting in theory, but the idea of representing false emotions I do not personally feel in front of an audience sounds rather strange. I simply asked him a question about it.” Logan looked at Virgil, visibly concerned by Roman’s outburst.

“No, you accused me of being shallow!” Roman whined, crossing his arms as Virgil shot an amused glance back at Patton.

“That was not my intention.” Logan frowned, brows knitting together as he earnestly continued, “I just wish to understand your… craft… a little better. I apologize if I upset you.”

Roman’s glare slowly tempered, eventually mumbling out, “Apology accepted, WALL-E.” A moment of silence started to stretch out, though it was nearly immediately broken by Roman commenting, “God, you really may as well just be a person.”

Logan blinked a few times, not following. “I can not tell if that is a complement or an insult.” 

“Me either.” Roman shrugged, before wildly gesturing across the room with a much less enraged shout of, “Quick subject change: Patton! How is your face?”

“Still stings.” Patton sighed, pressing the ice against his face and relishing in the familiar soothing feeling of the cold. “It’s not that bad, and it’ll only be like this for another day or two.”

“Can I take another look?” Virgil asked, something unreadable in his expression.

“Yeah, just…” 

“Be careful, I know.” Nodding, Virgil’s expression softened. “I won’t touch.” 

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is.” Patton tried to sound optimistic, moving the ice away from his face so Virgil could get a better look. 

“That’s not a comfort, Patton.” Roman chastised, sitting down on his bed with a huff. “I’m serious, if you just give me names, I’ll—!”

“Roman.” Virgil scolded without turning to look, Roman deflating.

“Sorry.” 

Seemingly satisfied, Virgil left Patton to nurse his face as Roman came over to continue to bug him, taking the moment to address Logan. “Patton’s single, by the way.” He said lightly, Logan jolting up in surprise as if he'd been shocked. “Just if you were wondering.”

“Why would I be wondering that?” Logan questioned, Virgil smirking at the visible tension in his shoulders.

“Your eyes are quite expressive.” Virgil answered honestly, sitting back up on Roman’s desk as Logan awkwardly hovered nearby. “His last try at dating ended pretty badly, but I think you’d be good for him.”

“Do not forget that I am not real. I am an android, Virgil.” Logan warned, Virgil raising his eyebrows disbelievingly. He cleared his throat, pointedly ignoring the look. “And while I understand you and Patton are quite close, don’t you feel as if you are overstepping?” 

“Not even a little.” Virgil grinned wide, Logan giving him a blank look in return. “Not since he started trying to set me up with Roman.”

“Then is this some form of retribution for that? Because I can assure you that Roman has some sort of feelings for—”

“Nah. Let’s just call it repaying the favor.” Virgil shrugged, crossing one leg over the other to lean just a little closer to Logan and mutter, “I know you’re more than the metal you think you are.”

Logan didn't have a reply, instead turning his attention back to Patton and Roman, who weren't arguing, per se, but Patton was thoroughly done with his roommate if his face was any indication of his feelings.

“Violence is never the answer, Roman!” 

“You’re right.” Roman acquiesced with a sigh, before a smile grew across his face as he dramatically gestured alongside his counter of, “Violence is the question, and the answer is a resounding yes!” 

“ROMAN!” 

[jesenslapetitemort]

Someone plz draw Boris n Theo but make them droopy sad clowns 🙏🏻🙏🏻

(Psssssst @floralmilk i love my pfp sm how ‘bout make ‘em lil clowns w dem droopy eyes 👀🤭 /j ofc no pressure)

EDIT: For anyone who even remotely cares, I have a clear idea in my head but here’s the catch—I can’t draw for the life of me, all I can do is describe, so here it is:

Backstory: it’s the early 1900s—they ran away together and the travelling circus was the only job that accepted them as well as payed moderately well and the manager thought he’d get even bigger crowds if their act would just be getting ridiculed by the crowd for being gay and dressed up like clowns because that’s “exactly what they are.” They’re pretty much the main show, the circus freaks. Think Lemony Snicket’s ASOUE episode “The Carnivorous Carnival,” Tim Burton’s “Corpse Bride”— it’s that sort of vibe.

So, without further ado, here’s how I imagine the scene:

Some sort of murky blue or grey background (maybe some sort of ugly, unflattering spotlight on them with a dark shaded background)

Breaking the forth wall, staring directly into the viewer’s eyes as they hold hands. They almost look like they’re begging for help. They’re helpless and know they can’t leave because they’ll barely survive a week by themselves. As terribly the circus treats them, they force themselves to think their suffers is worth it.

Both of them abnormally tall (but the height difference between them not altering)

They barely look alive, or even human-like. Greyish skin. Bony, gangly, starved-looking with their knees and elbows poking out. (Tw automatonophobia-provoking image below as a reference.)

Now, clothes: basic clown suits (white and red diagonal stripes for Boris, green and blue [or yellow for either] horizontal stripes for Theo) with those huge white neck ruffles; all of it looking torn, worn, and soiled. Maybe oversized in some parts, and too tight in others, like forearms and neck. Those hats they wear too with big polka-dots, and soft red noses as well. Oh ! And clown shoes, of course, though it’s strangely hard to imagine them with oversized ones 🤷🏻‍♂️

And my favourite part: their faces/expressions: they look exhausted. Sorrowful. (Maybe Theo more humiliated and scared—they’re in front of a crowd being harshly embarrassed for being queer, for God’s sake; it’s the worst time of their life.) Cheeks hollowed out, skin almost grey and weather-beaten. Practically sick. And eyebags. eyebags eyebags eyebagsss. I imagine the skin under their eyes to be ripped downwards and stretched, if that makes sense, like when you pull under your eyes with your fingers but it’s permanent for them (like their eyes on my pfp). (Optional; they have staples that keep their eyes open so they won’t fall asleep; they were told they’d be beaten by the staff if they were to rest.) Their makeup—red frown drawn for the lips, white for the face, blue rhombus’ for the eyes—looking smeared and dirty, like they haven’t freshened up in weeks.

Bonus: Popper on a leash with a tutu thing on his neck (pink ofc) looking sad as well, like those baby bears in tutus on bikes they had back then.

Ft my wonderfully talented rough sketch 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Don’t you dare ask what happened to Popper.

⚠️(I’m not expecting anyone to go by exactly all my points, hell, I don’t expect anyone to even draw this—I’m just out here sharing my silly lil ideas.) ⚠️

[seraphiteshaven]

TMA Goretober(૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭

Content and Trigger warning! I'm going to be writing gore, including pain, bugs, body horror, trypophobia, dendro/botanophobia, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, automatonophobia, emetophobia etc. General TMA fears etc. Note that not all of these will be statements, but a lot will. Here is the masterlist! (≧ヮ≦)

Day 1 Teeth - Here. TW - Blood, extended agony, gore.

Day 2 Candy Gore - Here. TW - Implied Cannibalism and implied self-harm.

Day 3  Ceramic - Here. TW - Semi-Cannibalistic thoughts, and talk of uncanny valley.

Day 4 Nose Bleed - Here. TW - Mentions of Death, Workplace Abuse, isolation, and blood.

Day 5 Autopsy - Here. TW - Death, autopsy, body mutilation, darkness, and typical Vast.

Day 6 Eyes - Here. TW - Non-consensual statement-taking, staring, and typical Jarchivist content.

Day 7 Gut Spill - Here. TW - Blood, Gore, Death, Florida.

Day 8 Crystals - Here. TW - Blood, Gore, Death, fear of tight spaces, personification of earth, delusions, burning alive.

Day 9 Poisoned - Here. TW - Poison, vomit, agony, implied violence.

Day 10 Hanahaki Disease  - Here. TW - Death, blood, gore, Hanahaki

Day 11 Insects - Here. TW - Gore, bugs, referenced death.

Day 12 Spiral - Here. TW - Referenced death, Micheal.

Day 13 Stitches 

Day 14 Dehisce 

Day 15 Fungi

Day 16 Hooks 

Day 17 Plant Growth Day 18 Cannibalism 

Day 19 Bites 

Day 20 Vomit 

Day 21 Lacerations 

Day 22 Silver Platter 

Day 23 Camera Work 

Day 24 Amputation 

Day 25 Bones

Day 26 Deltiologist 

Day 27 Glitch 

Day 28 Neon Gore

Day 29  Mutation 

Day 30 Undead

Day 31 Decapitation

Note that these are my personal prompts, and it's not anything official. I will be posting links to the A03 Chapters here as I go on, and even though I'm spectacularly late I'm excited to finish!! ･°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°. Please message me directly if a TW is missing or is incorrect. Thank you and have fun reading!

[digitalfriend08]

Heads up!

I am gonna be posting online horror and creepypasta stuff which may be disturbing to some!

All of my TW tags under the cut.

Though I am always adding more.

#tw flashing lights

#flashing lights

#tw rapid movement

#rapid movement

#tw eyestrain

#eyestrain

#tw loud audio

#loud audio

#flickering

#tw flickering

#glitch effects

#tw unpleasant sounds

#tw high pitched noise

#tw eating noises

#tw alcohol

#tw automatonophobia

#tw balloon

#tw balloons

#tw belly button

#tw blood

#tw body horror

#tw cartoon gore

#tw claustrophobia

#tw creepypasta

#tw death anxiety

#tw drug use

#tw drugs

#tw entomophobia

#tw food

#tw gore

#tw hands

#tw heights

#tw horror

#tw insects

#tw jumpscare

#tw murder

#tw paranoia

#tw poor husbandry

#tw puke

#tw r slur

#tw r word

#tw repetition

#tw scopophobia

#tw slime

#tw smoking

#tw snake

#tw snakes

#tw spider

#tw spiders

#tw sui implied

#tw suicide implied

#tw swearing

#tw technophobia

#tw trypophobia

#tw vomit

#tw weapon

[batolusa]

I don't think I ever shared the high Susan doodle or this Jophie. SO have them.