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spookytuesdaypod · 2 months

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can we just take a second to appreciate how beautiful the drug-fueled dream sequence is in lisa frankenstein 🖤🩶🤍

#lisa frankenstein #diablo cody #zelda williams #kathryn newton #spooky tuesday

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ellefoxxx · 6 months

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why-the-heck-not · 6 months

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22.10.23, sunday

haven’t drawn in so long I kinda thought I would’ve forgotten how, but it actually was very chill

things done today:

drawing while watching ahs

1h of coding

a long walk

#drawing while watching something lowkey spooky always feels so nostalgic #and very autumnal so it was great #but was it? bc now I have more things to do for tmrw than I originally planned lol #the oopsy daisy continues #but after tuesday next week should be pretty chill so I’ll have time to catch up #bookblr #studyblr #booklr #aesthetic #books #study #reading #read #book #studyspo #dark academia #october 2023 #2023

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more-moesins · 5 months

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Goodnight friends🌙 see ya in the mornin

#happy tuesday #goodnight #get ready with me #spooky #cute #onlyf@nz #morning vibes #tattoos

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tea-tuesday · 6 months

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10/31/2023

happy halloweenie, everyone!! i had class today and our professor passed out these tiny squishy pumpkins as well as a bowl of candy :)) it turned out i was the only one who dressed up because everyone else was coming in from their internships so they were all in their work clothes. halloween costume pic taken in the bathroom lolol🧴🫧

#i love this penco notebook #the paper is soooo nice and thick and creamy #i just bought it on a whim at the container store because i went to a cafe one day and forgot a notebook #mine #tea-tuesday #lawblr #study inspiration #studyspo #studying #study motivation #law school #study #studyblr #city academia #spooky season #penco

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goldenpinof · 6 months

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Halloween baking on Oct 31st or else!!

#me writing dnp schedule on oct 18: the sims video on the weekend #phil video before spooky week. Phil's video on Tuesday? then spooky week. baking vid on 31st? (they had uploads on the last day before)#then 7-10 days of nothing except occasional promo #then dnpg or phil's video #by nov 14 for sure #spooky week #dan and phil

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hippolotamus · 7 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🐈‍⬛

Tagged by the lovely and talented @daffi-990 @forthewolves @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks

For my loves @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and @disasterbuckdiaz: Since spooky season is upon us have a bit of another beloved, neglected WIP The Darkest Fairytale (prev snippets here) while I add to you're where I wanna go

“Okay, Eddito,” Abuela says. “Place your hand, palm down, over the bowl.”

Her voice is calming, sending a wave of gentle energy through him. Eddie feels the soft vibrations drape around him like a second skin, working inward and slowly seeping into his bloodstream. He follows her instructions, holding his palm over the black and gold marbled bowl. Laying at the bottom are ingredients for a simple enchantment she had him measure and layer together.

Her hand hovers over his, guiding but not controlling. Doing magick with Abuela is different than with his mom or dad. He’s only seven, but she’s made it clear she trusts him. She’s confident he won’t screw this up.

“Can you feel it?” She asks. “Did you make the connection?”

“I think so.” The tip of his tongue pokes out at the corner of his lips while he closes his eyes and concentrates. He knows he’s got it when he can feel the mixture despite not physically touching it. “There!”

“Very good.” She chuckles good naturedly, the sound infused with love and pride. “Now you can begin to put them together.”

Eddie’s eyes open wide. He’s fascinated and delighted by the soft moss green light that flows from his fingertips down to the rose hips, holly leaves and berries. They lift up and swirl together, weaving with his light and obeying however his fingers move. He carefully arranges them in the air, watching as they form a helix-like pattern that spins and spirals.

Abuela instructs him how to feel when the enchantment is complete, and how to close the spell. As the helix floats back into the bowl, maintaining its glow, Eddie wants to burst with how satisfied and fulfilled he feels.

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @jesuisici33 @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @spaceprincessem @steadfastsaturnsrings @wildlife4life if you wanna

#tease tidbit tuesday #fic: the darkest fairytale #hippo writes #one day i'll come back to this #maybe for next spooky season?#cat!buck #witch!eddie #buddie wip

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hajihiko · 1 year

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I'm sure one or perhaps even two people have wondered where my horror thinking comes from, and well, you see, I'm really fucking good at scaring the shit out of myself with only my thoughts

#Also very frequent nightmares but that's less important #If you're alone just think to yourself Hey what's the Worst thing I could see or hear right now #And there you go #For example I thought to myself Huh it Almost looked like someone was sitting at the kitchen table as I walked past #Now how would I feel if I walked back and there was in fact. Someone sitting there that shouldn't be? What would I do?#There ya go #If you're anything like me you've now spooked yourself #Tonight's slightly spooky comic idea is #What if you were talking to your friend with their back turned and they say something that makes you doubt its them #Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday

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mozaicstudio · 6 months

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Terror Tuesday #2:

Untitled illustration by Laurie A. Conley, 2020

(I saved this image from another blog but now can’t find who the blogger is. If it was you, sorry I didn’t credit you!)

#ghost #ghosts #laurieaconley #laurieaconleyart #halloween stuff #art #pen and ink #cute illustration #spooky #cute and spooky #illustrator #artists on tumblr #october #trick or treat #halloween art #terror tuesday #playful ghost

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spookysalem13 · 6 months

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I'm down for a good Halloween taco 🌮 😋!

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raineandsky · 6 months

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#74

The priest was never one for romance, not really. He’d never really understood how people could get so entangled in other people’s lives. He hadn’t understood, at least, until he’d found someone to get caught up in.

He’s spent the last two years slowly understanding it. Oh, yes, he thinks every so often, between the moments of bliss and joy, I get it now.

Life since then has been a whirlwind of his lover’s making, dragging him along for the ride in a flurry of laughter and kindness. No one’s shown him kindness like this before. He’s come to understand how it’s so easy to trip and fall into love. He’s tripped a fair few times by now, and he’s stopped trying to catch himself.

His days have been stretching out at the church, to both of their dismay. So he knows that his arrival home, three hours earlier than usual, will be a much needed surprise for his lover and a much needed evening off for himself.

He lets the front door announce his return, a grin already stretching across his face. “I got off early!” he tells the entrance hall. “Gosh, we can actually spend some time together.”

The sound of ceramics smashing from the living room. The priest jolts, his blood suddenly running cold. His feet are moving before he can think of what to do, carrying him to the living room doorway and unable to hold back the horrified gasp at what he finds.

His hands fumble for the cross hanging at his neck. The thing in his living room is scrambling for the window. Wings beat the air erratically, claw marks sinking into the wood of the windowsill. Ashen skin drapes over the demon’s body. The priest holds the cross out like a lifeline, his hands shaking. It feels like his entire life has led up to eradicating one of these things.

“T–The power of Christ compels you!” he cries at it, and it’s only when the thing snaps its head towards him that his heart truly stops.

This thing, this demon, is wearing the face of his lover.

His grip is white-knuckled on his cross. It sank slightly in the horror of the moment, but he straightens it back out at the demon when he realises. The demon hasn’t moved from his spot at the window. Not running away, not trying to pounce. Just watching him quietly. “The power of Christ—”

“Darling,” he says in his lover’s voice, and something of a choked sob escapes the priest’s throat.

“The– The power—”

“Darling,” he says with more emphasis. He turns from the window and the priest takes an unconscious step back. “Don’t be like this.”

His mind is on a single-track right now. “The power of Christ—”

“That won’t work on me, darling.”

The priest pauses at that. He’s vaguely aware of the warm trails of tears on his face, of how this thing is purposely affecting him, but it doesn’t matter. He can worry about crying later. “W–What?”

“I’m not a demon.”

The priest almost laughs at that. He pushes the cross towards the demon for emphasis, and the other’s gaze turns to it lazily, almost bored.

“Go on,” he urges, “try again.”

It doesn’t feel right for the demon to be beckoning him into it, but he has no other choice. “The power of Christ compels you!”

Nothing happens. The demon’s face—his lover’s face—twists into a smirk, though it’s not as evil as the priest expected it to look. It’s the same look his lover always gives him when he’s feeling smug about something. “Crazy,” is all he says.

The priest turns his gaze onto his traitorous cross. It’s in one piece, pristine because he cleaned it last night. Why isn’t it working? Did he say it wrong?

“I’m not a demon, my love,” the thing continues after a moment. “I know I look horrifying to your little human mind, but just because I’m less handsome like this doesn’t mean I’m a demon, jeez.”

The priest can barely force the question past the lump in his throat. “What– What are you?”

“I’m exactly who I’ve always been,” the thing says with something of a grim smile. “Angels aren’t all golden halos and white gowns, you know.” He laughs when the priest’s head snaps to him. “I know. Sorry to disappoint you, darling. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

The priest still isn’t convinced, frankly, but better to play it safe. He drops to his knees, painfully against the hardwood floor, and the thing—no, his lover, always his lover—raises an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” he asks bluntly.

“O, servant of God,” the priest starts slowly. He bends down into an awkward bow, thankful for an excuse to not look at what his lover has become. What he’s always been. “Please, forgive me, I—”

“Eugh,” is the very unangelic sound that comes out of the other. The priest glances up at him, unsure if it was him who made it. “They train you well in that church, don’t they? I’m not a servant to anyone, darling, ‘specially not when you’re down on your knees like that.”

The priest flushes, stumbling to his feet a little too quickly. His lover watches with a hint of glee in his eye.

“I came here looking like a human because I wanted to be treated like one,” he says once the priest is back up. “You acting like that is exactly why I hid myself.”

Something twinges in the priest’s chest despite everything. “You– You didn’t trust me.”

“I couldn’t trust anyone.” His lover, this angel, shrugs idly. “Being an angel doesn’t let you reveal yourself to anyone, not even those you love the most.”

The cross twitches in his hand. “And now you know,” the angel—his angel, why couldn’t he see it before?—continues. “I’m sorry.”

The angel turns to the window again. “Darling, I—” The priest stops short, and the angel pauses for a moment, waiting.

The silence is thick. “I’m sorry,” his lover repeats, and in one smooth move he’s out of the window and into the darkness.

The priest almost trips over the rug in his haste to look outside. His fingers get splinters from the claw marks in the wood, but he doesn’t care. The street is empty.

His lover, an angel, disappeared into the night. All because he wanted to be the one with the surprise. Ironic.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #fantasci writing #shoutout to midnight mass for the inspiration. love that show #next one will be a day late im afraid lads #cause its HALLOWEEEEEEEEN #so yall can expect a spooky story on tuesday :)#or i hope tuesday. i post from the uk so it might be outta whack with yalls timezones im sorry #heres a lil half spook for yall til then

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spookytuesdaypod · 2 months

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