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I make this guy prettier then he deserves.

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Julius the Dressmaker, requested by anon.

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Yet another Masky doodle

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i would literally be the worst creepypasta protagonist. i would find an evil haunted copy of mario 64 and i'd boot it up and see mario's face distorted nightmarishly and the title would be "SUPER MARIO DEAD 96" and i'd be like "wow what a cool romhack with no information about it anywhere online i can't believe i found such a rare and beautiful thing" and there'd be blood everywhere and the overworld music would be screeching static intercut with barely audible whispering so i record it and play it backwards and the whispering is just "DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH" and the spectrogram i generated is a small open-mouthed screaming face with empty eyes (which should be impossible considering the audio contents don't correspond with the image at all, and the picture is strangely clear) and i'm like "wow such amazing attention to detail this must've taken so much work" and all the levels are named like 'sector: EPITAPH' with no enemies and untextured 3d primitives in an endless gray expanse soundtracked by slowed down n64 synthesizers and i'd say "wow this uncanny emptiness captures such a harrowing side of nostalgia, it really conveys this haunting impression of a missing or dead inner child or something" and then mario turns to the camera and starts listing off the coordinates of my current location and i'm like "wow they even put a geolocator in this thing" and i play the game nonstop because i'm absolutely enraptured by this strange and scary piece of art and i want to keep exploring it but then this ghostly kid emerges from the cartridge in a brilliant ray of light because it turns out by playing the game i gave this sad dead child an outlet to express his anger and grief and through my unconditional love and enjoyment of the game i've allowed this kid to play his favorite game one last time and so he vanishes, smiling, and now no one will ever believe me because all i have is this normal cartridge of mario 64 with the name "ANDREW" scrawled in sharpie on the back

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Redoodle of a thing I did back in early 2020

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some tma valentines for The One That You Love

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Martin Blackwood – season 3 stepping in Well, someone has to take and read statements, while their boss is off getting kidnapped... ------------------- [image description: Martin, a big, stout guy with blond hair and round glasses, sits at a desk his hands lying on some sheets of paper and a dark yellow folder, probably containing a statement. He stares down at the paper with puffy, reddened eyes and reads. A tape recorder is propped up in front of him on the desk. He wears a light grey hoody and is lit from the front and slightly from below – likely by something like a desk lamp. The background around him is of a shadowy, purplelish brown.]

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i think the cruelest thing about ‘a guest for mr spider’ is that its a story so rooted in childhood

like on a meta level this is Jon’s ‘backstory’ episode where we learn all sorts of fun things like ‘Jon’s been an orphan from about the age of four’ and ‘his new primary caregiver always made him feel like a burden’ and ‘Jon was physically and emotionally bullied by a boy more than twice his age’ - we see the person who jon started out as and it makes so much about him make sense from there, like his ‘posh grandma’ manners and his struggle for human connection from an early age.

But the actual text and themes of mag 81 come across so much like a ‘coming of age’ horror story, almost like a broad outline of a goosebumps novel - ‘little boy finds something spooky, sees something awful but lives to tell the tale’

Everything from a precocious child who likes to wander, to the awful neil gaiman style childrens picture book to that last minute almost moral altercation with a teenage bully - it all feels like a genre horror flick from ‘scary stories’ or ‘tales from the crypt’, or even one of the more tame Stephen Kings- just the glimpse, a brush with something awful but thank god out protagonist escaped in the nick of time.

But of course we know now he didn’t. Jon never escaped, never got out of that web they caught him in. Instead it left him on a long leash (but never as long as he’d like) and let him wander once again, ‘safe’ in the knowledge that the book is gone, the door is closed, maybe mr spider had enough (he never has enough)

And what a way for the web to get what it wants. To instill a lonely little boy whose already lost so much with a hunger, a need to understand what happened all those years ago. Maybe Jon always felt ‘Mr Spider’ might come back, with his awful hatred of all things eight legged, his scrambling need to understand, but everything about his encounter screamed at him that it could only happen there, then, in a short but suffered chapter in his youth.

Instead, what jon needs to know, and ultimately find out, is that there is more out there - more evil books and hungry mouths and open doors - and finds a thousand things in his perfectly crafted ‘fascination’ with the supernatural.

But ultimately there was only one thing out to get him through the works of a thousand whispering voices and grabbing hands.

And it always wanted more.

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ssshhh they are sleeping !!

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I’ve on the process of moving homes lately, but yesterday i had to go with my dog to the vet for an emergency. It would mean alot if some of you could buy my commissions or donate so i can cover for some expenses. 

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