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To YOU its a ufo. I know what it is

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bugtober 26 scolopendra ouroboros

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Might as well also share the comic I did for self indulgent purposes and got some RIDIC traction on twitter.

Also monster girlfriends are valid, woo you a chaos goddess today.

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Bad Space Comics: The Suit

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|Azathoth|

Artist; Unknown

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Now you can understand how it sounds when i hear any siren

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Hastur, the king in yellow

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The Twisted Trees of Slope Point, New Zealand

Slope Point is at the southernmost point of the South Island of New Zealand. The air streams loop the ocean, unobstructed for 2000 miles, until they reach Slope Point causing incredibly strong winds. In fact, the winds are so strong and persistent here that they perpetually warp and twist the trees into these crooked, wind-swept shapes. 

Slope Point is generally uninhabited, except for the herds of sheep that graze the land. There are no roads leading here, however backpackers regularly make the short 20-minute walk to see the fascinating tree formations that only Mother Nature could create. However there is no public access during the lambing season from September to November.

sources 1, 2, 3, 4

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@thekavseklabs X

One would think it’s a hallucination with the way it speaks in melodies, It shouldn’t be understandable and yet it was clear as day. A melody he can only hear, from a source that he can only see. The monotone god felt pitty for him, able to hear how skippy his soul sounds from past and current traumas. It sounded deep, too deep and scarred... The being tilts their head while taking a squat besides him. “No... You’re right. I don’t know that, but unlike them I learned nor hold no biases towards you like they do.” That jovial smile of theirs came and grew, “What I do know is the songs played by a lonely soul is too beautiful to come from a monster.” “Still...”  They thought, “Even a monster can make a symphony if it cared to. And from what I hear mortals call me,” Obby’s smile turned a little bitter while their eyes deadpanned. ‘Monster. Maddening beast.’  “It’s possible even if it’s demeaning...”

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[[ conciser this an informal way of me saying Obby’s muse is comin up!]]

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[[ addin my protogens to the multi muse along with two others! the littler dude is gonna get a revamp tho!]]

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paul-ite​:

“H-hello!” He blinked in surprise that someone answered the door, stammering a bit. He hesitated to come in for a moment, before the smells wafted to him again to convince he should at least see what was offered.

“That’s a lovely name, though I do beg pardon when I ask why you’re here in quite the unsavory part of town…” 

Now inside, he felt safe. Something about the bakery just felt like home, the way one should feel safe and comfortable in their environment. It distracted him for a moment before realizing the owner wasn’t human but what appeared to be a racoon.

“This is quite a lovely place, but I’ve never seen a bakery run by a raccoon. The only one I know of is a stuffed toy.” Paul looked towards the owner curiously.

As one should! Miro takes pride in making this place feel as welcoming as it could be, any riff-raff that might of seen this place as a easy target would have been dealt with on the spot the moment they had the smallest of ill intentions. “It may not be the most sightly of places, but no one could resist a secret hole-in-the-wall cafe.~” Miro hummed while closing the door behind him, picking up the cleaning tools with one paw and patting a low empty counter front seat for Paul before meeting him at the opposite side. 

“Raccoon?” They dismiss that notion of them being such animal with a wave of a paw. “Oh no no no, I’m a Tanuki, common misconception though. We are called raccoon dogs however, I could see why a lot of people would think we’re alike among other things.~” Miro turned around to round up a menu and fresh water, they held up their paws as they checked to see if they have everything there. “Aaaand It’s sort of one of a kind.~ It’s a temple I’ve been fortunate enough to guard and make into a bakery.” Yup everything looks set, but they still seem puzzled, probably trying to think of a way to make it more understandable. “Hmm... Do you know that one show with a phone booth that’s able to go anywhere and everywhere? It’s sort of like that.~”

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Paul slowly walked down the street kicking the odd rock or two with his boot. School was out, which made it a little safer to not be questioned if he was skipping truancy. 

As he passed an alley known for hiding various green or unsavory criminals, an odd smell wafted towards him. It wasn’t of oil, grease or garbage but fresh bread. The more he noticed it, the more he could notice other pastry smells as well. 

“I don’t recall any bakery being here…the nearest pastry shop is a block away.” 

He followed the smell closer until coming to what he thought was a small establishment, bright and cozy unlike the rest of the alley. Curiosity taking the better of him, he softly knocked. 

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It was during the bakery’s slow time before Paul arrived, the shop owner took their free time to sweep the floors and clean the tables as the goods in the back baked nicely and slowly.~

They weren’t expecting for their shop to pick this place of all places, but Miro won’t fret over it. Knowing the places this bakery chooses is usually where it thinks it needs to be, even if any of the staff do or don’t know why. Sometimes here for a few days, or less, or longer, and that’s unless Miro feels the need to pick a fresh space to welcome new customers. Even if it’s like an Alleyway. That is what this shop and baker have in common. 

knock knock knock

Goes the door, the figure behind the textured glass seemed to turn towards the entrance before exclaiming. “Ah! Coming!~” They chimed while setting down the cleaner and cloth on the table as they made their way to open the door. “Oh hello little one, welcome to Rhyme and Melody.~” The baker mused as they stepped aside to let him in.

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I GOTTA MAKE A BNA VERSE FOR THIS LAD NOW HOLY SHIT!!!

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Can I give the giant centipede a pat?

You may!!~ The ever warm has to meet you by the cliffside for maximum head patting and minimal destruction to the vicinity.~ Exsu rests her chin on the edge of the cliff to let you get your pats in.~ 

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" Ya don't get to judge how much "sense" a phobia has. Phobias are irrational, they don't make sense. " // ncrthenwitch

“Course it doesn’t, but a tree can’t be sturdy if it wasn’t weathered by harsh winds and such. Or whatever that saying goes. Look, it’s not like I’m actively B-lining my way over to these two just to scare ‘em, that’s excessive!! I practically don’t gotta do anything, just be in their general vicinity and that’s it.” She rolls her eyes, as she does it makes a marble rolling on a hard surface noise. “Max... Are you max? Max, I’ve done a very good job of staying away from bor for loooong periods of time after my first meet up with him. I’m not bullying them I just wanna take a look-see of my bro to see if he’s alright if he sees me he sees me I can’t help what happens after. That goes for P-M to.” @ncrthenwitch