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🐶 ☁️ for Crawford -horrorniights (from kels ofc)

@horrorniights

🐶 - Certified good heart, would absolutely rescue a puppy

☁️ - You’re basically a warm hug in human form

"Aww, Kels, that's sweet. Thank you. I would absolutely rescue a puppy...if I thought I could handle one, but they are a lot of responsibility, and I don't know if I'm ready for that. Hugs though? You bet."

How Soft Am I? (According to you.) // accepting

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🐶 Abgail at Milton. A little squeeze of his gloved hand with her own gloved hand, "You've done so much good and sacrificed so much for so many people. I will not have anyone saying you don't have a good, kind heart. Because you do. You're the best of them, Agent Dammers."

@extraordinarygrrls

🐶 - Certified good heart, would absolutely rescue a puppy

"That...is very kind of you. Abigail. Thank you."

How Soft Am I? (According to you.) // accepting

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How Soft Am I? (According to you.)

Send 🪨 for "You have the emotional range of a brick." Send 🦔 for "Secretly soft, aggressively denies it." Send 🐙 for "Emotionally squishy but hides behind sarcasm and/or tentacles." Send 🐸 for "Soft but pretends to be normal about it." Send 🐶 for "Certified good heart, would absolutely rescue a puppy." Send 🐑 for "So soft it’s weaponized." Send ☁️ for "You’re basically a warm hug in human form."

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ash kewpies from the bag that me and @cryptidclub made ⋆.˚₊ i thought it'd be fun to show them separate since they overlap each other in the design. which one is your favorite? mine is the 1981 variant, he is way too cute!

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EVIL DEAD II dir. Sam Raimi, 1987

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ANON REQUEST: Herbert West from Re-Animator or Crawford Tillinghast from From Beyond (1986)

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welcome home, crawford….

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Jeffrey Combs as “Crawford Tillinghast” in From Beyond (1986) dir. Stuart Gordon

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Jeffrey Combs as Crawford Tillinghast FROM BEYOND 1986・dir. Stuart Gordon

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Click the heart or send me a DM if you're interested in plotting!

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📬 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 - 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 📬 Send one (or more!) of the prompts below to my askbox, anonymously or not, and let me know your thoughts on my muses.

🖤 First Impressions 🖤 What was your first impression of my muse? Which vibe did they give off before you interacted with them? What’s the one word you’d use to describe them?

📖 Development + Depth 📖 Is there a part of my muse’s story that stuck with you? Have they surprised you with any recent choices or arcs? Do you want to learn more about a specific aspect of their past/personality?

💘 Emotional Vibes 💘 Do you have any headcanons about your muse and mine? What dynamic do you see between our muses? Does my muse make you feel; 😳 💀 😭 🫠 🥹 🧨 (choose one or more)

🎭 Writer to Writer 🎭 Anything about the way I portray them that stands out to you? What kind of threads would you love to explore with them? Be honest: do you think I’m underusing or overusing any aspect of their character?

🌶 Bonus: One Word Challenge 🌶 Describe my muse with; One colour, One emotion, One weapon or One meme

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✨ 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖 - 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 ✨ Because even powerful beings have to deal with laundry, toast settings, and tangled earbuds.

Send an emoji (or a few) to learn something wildly unnecessary but deeply telling about my muse;

🧺 Does your muse use laundry pods, powder, or just buy new clothes when things get gross?

🍞 How do they toast their bread? (Burnt to a crisp, barely golden, or raw chaos?)

🛒 Are they a list person at the store or a chaotic goblin who buys 11 types of cheese and no soap?

🧴 What’s their soap scent? Bonus; do they even use soap? (Be honest.)

🧃 What’s in their fridge right now? (And has it expired?)

📱 Do they put their phone on silent, vibrate, or full-volume drama?

🪥 Electric toothbrush or manual? Or… do they just chew mint leaves and call it a day?

🧦 Do they wear mismatched socks? Or is that a moral failing in their eyes?

🧼 Do they clean their space regularly or just shove everything into The Chair and pretend it’s gone?

☕ How many cups of coffee is “too many,” and has your muse hit that number today?

💻 Do they close browser tabs or just live in a digital hoarder’s nightmare?

🐛 What’s something oddly specific they’re irrationally afraid of? (Moths, mannequins, the blender?)

🛏️ Blanket hog, pillow hoarder, or sleeping like a perfectly still vampire?

🐾 Are they the type to greet animals like people or ignore them until the animal demands attention?

📦 Do they break down cardboard boxes or stack them until the room becomes a maze of brown regret?

🎧 Do they actually untangle their earbuds or just live with the chaos?

📅 Do they know what day it is? Genuinely? At all?

🧽 Do they do the dishes right away, let them "soak" for a week, or use magic/blackmail/some poor intern to do them?

🧃 Favorite juice box flavor, and would they fistfight a child for the last one?

🕯️ Do they light candles for the vibe or because something definitely smells cursed?

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A complicated question. Already, he could tell the shape under the sheet was not a conventional corpse. Unfortunately, he'd been given very few details about the case. Not that the level of clearance was too high, but it seemed no one knew anything about it, not truly. Something so new meant more puzzles to solve in a shorter amount of time. The clock had probably begun ticking, but he hadn't been called in as a last resort. That meant it had to do with something he was well-versed in. He had already begun researching things about the area in an attempt to better prepare prior to his arrival.

He waved a gloved hand in her direction. "I'm not bothered by corpses. You don't have to warn me." He glanced at her very quickly and then averted his gaze again. "...Thank you, though." It was nice of her to offer, at least. It didn't seem like she was doing so because she saw how nervous she was. She was probably always that considerate. That was rare in this field.

"... Okay." She seemed only slightly taken aback by his response. She was used to being shrugged off, disregarded, but not so blatantly. Lack of eye contact, dismissal of physical contact. It was the honesty of his behaviour that made something switch in her mind. Despite his rudeness, it's possible he was more like her than anyone else was.

But still, the rudeness seemed to make her more crestfallen than anything. She hadn't made a whole lot of friends, and she tried to smother whatever hope she had that Milton would be one. "Right, straight to business, then." She stepped aside and tried to give him a wide berth from the other side of the slab. The body was covered in the tarp, and from here it was easy to notice something very strange: the corpse was sitting up.

She seemed to step back when he pointed at her, feeling like a deer in the headlights. "Not yet, when I was told a specialist was on the way, I wanted to wait. And now you're here." A nervous smile, but when attention was drawn back to the corpse, it faded. "I will have to obtain samples, though."

"As for how long..." She looked down at the body. "That's a complicated question. I'm going to take off the tarp now, if you need a moment to prepare." She didn't like to jump scare people.