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// hi this is a lil notification that I have a k//fi ( in source ) & do icon commissions and, for mutuals, other graphics on a case-by-case pricing basis depending on whats wanted. I also do art comms ( captaincomms.carrd.co ). financially i am having a Rough time rn which is why i'm bringing this up at all bc usually I don't like to here but Things Aren't The Best so if you wanna support me I would deeply appreciate that /gen

OKAY TO REBLOG.

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! (ur fucken dead here i know it in my heart of hearts but what is more fitting than slapping this in the deserted camp assistant's mailbox yknow BGKTRH)

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beloveds <3 ( @campblcd's character on the right! )

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// WHEEZES WAIT THATS GOTTA BE SO FUCKIN OUT OF LEFT FIELD FOR LITERALLY ANYONE I DONT TALK TO ON DISCORD...

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i love them SO MUCH (hotline miami’s jacket and @almostawitchbutnotquite​ / @crowndaz​ ‘s oc kyle <3)

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// someday when I get time and motivation back it's all over for u fucks-

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woo ! small quick promo time ! if ya like evil corporations, vampires, weird magic, eldritch horror... i come to offer you this rp blog for some silly little villain ocs (originally made for a ttrpg campaign, which is why they are that silly.) super crossover and oc friendly!!

that's all really. like or reblog and i'll check ya out and all that. :)

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Lying face down in a random smear of grass probably isn’t the ideal method of dealing with a heat wave, but it sure as hell seems to be the course of action here.

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// BEGGING the weather to cool down a bit so the heat can stop sapping my writing energy--

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for christ’s sake, kid, put your ears on. | the hunter f0r IittIe nightmares verse kyIe <3 figured i'd thr0w a few faces atcha <3 i'd huck runaway in ur directi0n but aII the pr0mpt u've rbed that i can find are sentence starters and by g0d d0 th0se kids n0t taIk BNMJHN | quiIIheeI

bone-chilling, spine-tingling … sentence starters ;; accepting!

Sharp tones and scolding words is what it takes to finally jolt sense back up Kyle's spine, the fuzz of stagnation quietly receding from where its spiraled grasp attempted to hold his rotten brain still. ( Like a circuit in his brain crawling to a halt, always rewired rewired rewired REWIRED REWIRED REWIRED-- )

"..Sorry- Ah. Y'seen somethin'..? Or...sayin' somethin'..?" ...Not his finest moment. Though- maybe it was fine? He couldn't place it, the final days with the others hadn't been particularly...social. Trying to find the right words was like swimming face down in the mud.

"M'listenin'. Swear it, too."

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“I swear I heard someone laughing in here.”

bone-chilling, spine-tingling … sentence starters ;; accepting!

In hindsight, perhaps damn near lunging to cover the decrepit door frame with an arm was, perhaps, not the most subtle option Kyle could've gone with. But here he was, confined to his choice like cuffs to a chain as the attempt at a casual lean left scorched and weathered wood creaking ever so slightly under the new weight.

"That's-- y'sure..?" Oh real smooth save there, airhead. Now what? "I...ah....Never really heard laughin' before out here, but there are coyotes sometimes..? Could'a been that..."

( Of course, of COURSE the kids picked now to play a game. Only they would pick the most suspicious guy around as their basis for a round of chicken-- )

...He can only pray they stay silent now.

"...Ei-Either way, no shot anyone else has been through here. M'half convinced what's left of the roofs here would cave in should someone take a wrong step-"

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SPITS OUT HIS WATER-

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bone-chilling, spine-tingling … sentence starters

“Was that a voice?”

“That looks like blood.”

“No, I didn’t call you…?”

“My light keeps flickering out.”

“Look! It just opened by itself!”

“I just saw that shadow move!”

“I don’t think we’re alone here…”

“That didn’t sound like an animal.”

“And they said he died… right here.”

“I think something followed you home.”

“I swear I heard someone laughing in here.”

“That sounded like a scream, we should go.”

“And if you don’t believe in ghosts… you will.”

“I don’t know what that was, but it wasn’t a person.”

“Something just ran at me, but there’s nobody there!”

“Is it just me, or does it feel like we’re being watched?”

“No one’s ever been able to spend a whole night here.”

“But, if that wasn’t you… then who was I hearing in the house?”

“But, we’re not alone. There’s someone right there, in the corner.”

“What do you mean you just got home? I’ve been talking to you for an hour.”

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What tragic horror character trope are you?

the mummy.

here's the thing about mummies- why the hell is anyone opening up their tombs? you were resting. you were peaceful. but someone intruded, barged in and broke down your walls and stole all the parts of yourself that you cherished, and then blamed you for being angry. blamed you for chasing them down no matter how fast they ran and how many obstacles they put in your path. and you know what? they deserve your rage. they destroyed something sacred. they didn't give a shit, and they wouldn't ever have lamented their actions had it not been for you- the real hero- getting up and showing them that they don't have the right to destroy and pillage as they please. that is your home. that is your body. nothing they do can take that from you. if not for you, they probably would've kept breaking into tombs and disturbing restful lives without a second thought. you won't be repayed for your good, but i hope you know you are a saviour in your own right.

tagged by: yoinked it from @vicehunt​

tagging: you there with the bed head

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He’s being haunted by his own f-cking mailbox-

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Why is there so many children on his lawn. And why are they breathing--

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// Low energy day but! Discord drop~

crowndaz#7126