#the wolf little nightmares

[manyrepulsivethoughts]

that one post comparing ruin's and LN2 endings altered my brain chemistry so now have this

[garfield0-o]

Overwatch stufffsssss

Babtqftim in 2023😭😭😭

And some oldish oc stuff

[laz-kay]

“You guys can breathe in there, right? I don’t want to be the mom who suffocated her kids in a giant snail” 🎃🍫👻

The Belcher kids and their Halloween costumes 2012-2022

[maythegnome]

Thinking bout them <3

Peak character design tbh

[throatofdelusion12]

horrifying

[s7ieben]

Trick or treat

Who is hiding inside the forest? Who is hiding under the red coat?

ink on paper – drawing – 21 x 29 cm

S7IEBEN.art RedBubble

[analexthatexists]

I have a vision.

I’m not going to say a word about it, but it miiiiiight become a Dreamtale AU….

Hmm….we’ll see what happens.

[infamousf]

I've come to the conclusion that my favorite type of fictional character is the "physically small/ young feral child in/from a fucked up situation who's a little too good at violence"

[babsvibes]

When the season 12 finale gave Tammy braces, I was like “wow I can’t believe they would commit to something so permanent with a character’s design” before remembering Bob’s Burgers characters almost never show teeth so no continuity needed.

They even gave me a side by side but like a wide-eyed candy-dandy fool I still believed…

[amazingdudesblog]

Summer games fest was saved by sparking zero. I wish they showed at least any of these: little nightmares, gta 6, maybe something for spider-man 2, the wolf among us like come on I am starving bruh.

Also how are you gonna show something for inside out 2 but not go all out with a sonic 3 trailer like bruh either keep this a GAME event or go all out and show something people would have been hyped as hell for even if it’s not necessarily a game.

Fuck all the gamers complaining about WOKENESS tho. Like get a job bruh

[yahoo201027]

What's Your Favorite Halloween Episode of Bob’s Burgers?

Since there's no Halloween episodes and we got the ten episodes and the Tumblr poll can only go up to 10 choices, might as well do a poll with the past ten Bob’s Burgers Halloween episodes ranging from Seasons 3-13. What's your fave? Make a pick!

[glitterwolfvi]

Stream Announcement Time!

hey!! I'll be streaming Little Nightmares 2 on March 9th at 12:30 PM CST!

here's the link!

[theforgowolf]

So that last episode of the Sounds of Nightmares

what. The actual. Heck.

THE FERRYMAN GOT NOONE

CICI IS ALL BUT CONFIRMED TO BE SIX

OTTO WENT OFF THE DEEP END

EDIT: IPON FURRHER EEVIEW CICI IS PROBABLY NOT SIX BUT RATHER THE RAINCOAT GIRL

[zinbu]

@lured-into-wonderland

Wolf stood in the shadow of the crumbling warehouse, a silent sentinel in the gloom. The night cloaked him like a shroud, its inky darkness matching the depths of his thoughts. The task at hand was one he'd pondered endlessly, each scenario playing out like a grim rehearsal in his mind. His target, Nunnally, was the daughter of a formidable mafia boss—a fragile thread in a web of power and violence. Wolf knew the consequences, but a deeper resolve drove him, a silent fury that burned with a cold, relentless flame.

His eyes, sharp as the blade he carried, scanned the perimeter. There was no room for error. Every detail had to be perfect. The warehouse's decaying structure mirrored his own fragmented soul, each crack and fissure a testament to years of silent suffering. Yet, in this moment, he felt an eerie calm, as if the universe had aligned itself with his dark intent.

He moved with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, his breath steady. The stillness of the night was broken only by the distant hum of the city—a constant reminder of the life he once knew, now a mere whisper in the void. As he approached the side entrance, a faint creak of rusted hinges seemed to echo his own wearied spirit. He pushed the door open, slipping inside with practiced ease.

In the dim light, he spotted her—a fragile figure bound to a chair, her eyes hidden from anyone. Nunnally's presence was a stark contrast to the desolation around them. She was delicate, almost ethereal, and deep inside, Kim wanted to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, yet he buried it deep, where such emotions could not touch him.

He stepped forward, his voice a low, almost soothing murmur, "Don't be afraid, Nunnally. This isn't personal," he continued, his tone devoid of malice, "but I need you to understand—this is necessary."

Wolf's mind drifted back to the countless nights spent plotting, the relentless ache of loss that had driven his own gang to this point. He was becoming the monster he had once sworn to destroy.

"You won't be hurt," the masked man assured her, though he knew his words offered little comfort. "This is about balance. Your father—he took everything from my boys."

His voice wavered slightly, betraying the storm within. He clenched his jaw, forcing the emotions back. "We all have our roles to play," he whispered, almost to himself. "You and I—we're just pieces on a board, moved by forces beyond our control."

There was no turning back. The path he had chosen was paved with darkness, and he would walk it to the end. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel the weight of his actions, the crushing inevitability of his choices. Then, with a final, lingering glance at Nunnally, he pulled the wolf mask off, its hollow eyes revealing his own. The mask hid his true emotions, especially the disappointment and regret that gnawed at his soul.

A question started burning on his lips, desperate for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted.

"Do you think you will forgive me one day? " His voice was raw, laden with the weight of unspoken suffering, as his eyes, now unshielded, searched hers for a glimmer of hope.

[pearlyscribbles]

sammitches

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Well...there isn't just one story of...the headless rider, i-in her culture, I mean," she began, avoiding the term "dullahan", as she knew such beings: She didn't imagine Philippe de Clair knew any Gaelic, but she wasn't about to run that risk either, wasn't about to tip him off to this mysterious culture she spoke so vaguely of.

"Sometimes the rider is on horseback, o-other times, it's a coach driver," she continued warily. "I-It drives out of a graveyard and rides through the night, silently...it carries with it a human spine it uses for a whip in one hand, and in the other, it's own rotted head..."

The description of its decaying head was a stomach-churning one to Susannah; even now just recalling it made her stomach quiver, made a shiver race up her spine as she remembered reading that passage over and over again as a child, trying to picture the grotesque sight in her little mind's eye:

"...such a head no mortal ever saw before. It looked like a large cream cheese hung round with black puddings: no speck of color enlivened the ashy paleness of the depressed features; the skin lay stretched over the unearthly surface almost like the parchment head of a drum. Two fiery eyes of prodigious circumference, with a strange and irregular motion, flashed like meteors..."

She once asked her father if he'd ever seen anything like that, and he admitted that he had, in some of the medical textbooks he studied in his youth, textbooks that featured detailed (and horrific) descriptions and illustrations of bodies in varying states of decay and preservation. He had those textbooks still, up in a trunk in his room, and it wasn't until Susannah was much, much older that she got to see illustrations for herself. They did not disappoint.

"I-It's a bad omen," she finished. "If it sees you, or you see it...you're as good as dead. It was one of my favorite stories, but it...it scared the devil out of me. I was always afraid I'd see it one night, looking out my window...

...and I knew, when Mr. Crane saw it in Sleepy Hollow, he would be dead before dawn."

She suppressed a shudder: She enjoyed both stories, both Mr. Irving's tale and the stories found within the pages of her mother's book of fables, but in terms of scare factor, the old Celtic tales had Irving beat by a country mile. His Headless Horseman was a sight to behold, but the dullahan that rode through the emerald countryside were far more frightening in her opinion.