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snailspng · 1 month
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Random PNGs, part 173.
(1. Gas mask dog (?), 2. Glass boots (?), 3. "Lapinou des cendres" by Hélène Loussier, 4. Shark-shaped stapler by Jac Zagory, 5. Penguin soap (?), 6. Pregnant keychain, 7. Halite, 8. Sculpture by Anna Dębska, 9. Stone carved hare (?))
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catismylife · 5 months
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#173
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dailyscug · 2 months
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kirbydaily · 8 months
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bad sleeping schedule rn LOL
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langitawaan · 8 months
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173.
Sembuhlah meskipun membutuhkan waktu yang lama untuk menyendiri.
Sembuhlah meskipun harus begitu jauh pijakkan kaki berlari, mengembara menyusuri bumi.
Sembuhlah walaupun begitu banyak lebam yang harus diobati dan retak yang harus dibuat tersembunyi.
Sembuhlah walau hampir tidak bisa percaya siapapun lagi untuk diberi sekeping hati yang dilindungi.
Sembuhlah, duhai hati yang terlanjur mati lalu cintai diri sendiri dengan gagah berani.
Kemalaraja, 11.42 | 14 September 2023.
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dailylagomorphs · 10 months
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22/06/2023
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Riot Kings, page 173
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first // prev // next
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ravenmoodle · 6 months
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Feeling nostalgic so I revisited my old sketch/redesign of scp 173.
Super proud of this actually!
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one-bunny-a-day · 10 months
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Do you think you could do some sort of spacey bunny again, also love your stuff it’s what got me to look at tumblr more consistently
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22/06/2023
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rogueddie · 1 year
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17 and 3????
17 ; Buried alive + 3 ; "holy shit, you should have seen the look on your face!"
The coffin is so small, tight and confined, that Eddie can't move. He can't get his hands on the lid to try and push it open- although, he's sure it won't move. He heard the dirt being thrown down on the lid, the way one of Carvers friends had complained, having to stand on the lid for a while so Eddie couldn't push his way out.
The air is starting to feel thin. Although he isn't sure about that, thinks he might be having another panic attack. The silence is horrifying, especially knowing how the dirt buried on him works as a silencer. The memory of Carvers voice getting more and more muffled until there's nothing so painfully sharp that he can almost hear it still.
He isn't sure how long he lays there. He isn't sure what he can do. He's yelled so much that his throat burns, can't make more than hoarse whispers. His fingers feel wet and sticky from the desperate scratching. The bruise on his forehead, the result of Carver knocking him out, throbs.
There's noise. Arguing. It's extremely muffled, so much so that Eddie knows that even if his voice wasn't shit they probably wouldn't hear his yelling.
It slowly gets louder. Clearer. Another sound, a quiet sound, slowly starting to accompany it.
Eddie doesn't have the energy to be embarrassed when he realises that someone is digging him out. He doesn't even care if it's Carver, deciding their little 'prank' has gone on long enough. He just wants out.
"Shut the fuck up!" Steves voice rings out clear. He's so angry, aggressive, that Eddie almost doesn't recognize it as his voice.
Eddie isn't sure he's ever heard him sound so pissed off. He's sure, then, that if he isn't dug out soon... it won't be his life at risk.
It doesn't feel like long until the lid is lifted. Steve's hair is flat to his face, a damp circle around his neck. He's panting, dirt caking his hands and smears of it are on his face.
He looks beautiful.
Steve's hands are shaking when he helps Eddie stand up. He's clearly exhausted but refuses to stop, glares when Eddie tries to climb out on his own. He does, thankfully, let Eddie help him climb out though.
"Holy shit, freaks crying!" One of Carvers cronies cackles. It sets the other two off laughing.
"Assholes," Steve hisses. "I should throw you in there, see how you like it."
"Oh, come on, Harrington!" Carver sneers. "You should've seen the look on his face. Golden."
Eddie grabs Steves wrist when he starts towards them, tugging him back with pleading eyes. "I just wanna go home. Come on."
Steve grumbles, glancing back to glare at the three before grabbing Eddie's hand and leading him to his BMW.
"I'm gonna kill them," Steve mumbles once their far enough away.
"As long as you let me finish Jason off, I'll help you hide the body."
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chaselocalyanderefan · 5 months
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Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year
Day 55:
SCP-173
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Because the peanut design isn’t canon anymore I went with the SCP Unity design because it’s like 10x better than the containment breach design and that box guy design
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akutagawa-daily · 1 year
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Akutagawa daily 173/★
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Albus: This is the worst thing you've ever done!
Gellert: You know, you say it so much it's lost all its meaning.
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federer7 · 1 year
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Tip Top Comics #173 . March-April 1952
Ernie Bushmiller
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skeletondremmer · 2 months
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you hear some weird shit in call like your girlfriend calling 173 poopy ass due to his peanut model
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wilhelm--fink · 4 months
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