I made it to take pictures of the pumpkin with my dolls before my mom cooked it.
Wizard Frog crochet pattern here
Frankenstein's Monster crochet pattern here
Zombie Bee crochet pattern here (I made it from my Cute Bee pattern, you can change the colors as you like)
PDF crochet patterns on Etsy
crochethea.com/links
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🧟 Call Of Duty Zombies ask game 🧟
1) What game introduced you to Call Of Duty Zombies?
(non-Treyarch games included)
Do you remember the first ever map you played?
2) Favorite map(s)?
3) Least favorite map(s)?
4) What's a map that many seem to enjoy, but you don't?
5) What maps do you think are getting slept on too much/not talked about enough?
6) Favorite COD Zombies quartet/squad in general, and why?
7) Least favorite CODZ quartet/squad in general, and why?
8) Favorite individual CODZ character(s), and why?
9) Least favorite individual CODZ character(s), and why?
10) Any popular characters you think are overrated?
11) Any characters you personally find to be underrated?
12) What is your OTP (One True Pairing)? Could be more than one.
13) Favorite friendships/BroTPs?
14) Any popular CODZ games you find overrated?
15) What is a CODZ game you think deserves more love?
16) What is a part of the lore that you wish were explored more?
(including the lores outside of Aether and Dark Aether)
17) If you could change anything about the lore in a CODZ game of your choice, how would you change it?
18) Do you have any headcanons? Could be of anyone.
19) FREEBIE! Ask any question you like!
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“Joe, I am thinking about death,” Cleo declares, hanging from the teeth of her snake cavern.
“…okay,” Joe says, slowly. He’s still looking through her chests for spare birch for some reason. She’s letting him. She really, really doesn’t need birch.
“Well, I mean, I thought you should know,” she says.
“I don’t mean to put you out by not bein’ suitably dramatic, but you think about death a lot,” Joe says reasonably.
“What? You’re good to talk about it to, what with you also being dead.”
“Am I truly?” Joe says. “I may be a ghost, and also transparent until each sunrise, but does that make me dead when I still speak? When I still dream, and change the people around me, and act?” He picks up a skeleton head from the chest and frowns. “Cleo, did you mean to lose this?”
“See, that’s what I mean—no, give it.” She holds out her hand, and Joe hands over the skull.
“Oh, good. Because if I held this too long talkin’ about mortality, someone might think it’s a bit too on the nose.”
Cleo snorts. “Alas, poor Cleo. I knew her, Joe.”
They’re both companionably silent for a bit.
“Any reason?” Joe says, after seemingly giving up on finding the birch he’d been looking for.
“For the skull? Joe, did you hit your head?”
“No, for talkin’ about death again, and why I don’t think we are.”
“Oh,” Cleo says. “Grian’s doing that game of his again, and I’m playing.”
“Oh! Good luck, have fun, as the kids and gamers say.”
“Thanks Joe. Appreciated.”
“No problem!” He turns to her and beams and she laughs.
“And you basically answered it anyway. What I’d give for everyone else to see it the way you do. We do, I guess. Death, I mean.”
“One day, they will!” Joe says brightly.
“Oh, that was ominous. I’m jealous.”
“With a little luck and also, ideally, some birch logs, you can be exactly as ominous as I am. Just three easy payments of I need those logs so badly Cleo why did you give me false hope—”
Cleo laughs.
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A.U.gust 2023 | DAY TEN - Zombie Apocalypse
thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳
The outbreak was sudden and swift; whole cities gone in a matter of days. Anyone who was fortunate enough to escape just ran and never looked back.
According to the desk calendar that Ian swiped from a store a few states back, they’ve been on the road for eight months. Long enough for each of them to add another year to their lifelong tally.
Today, it’s Mickey’s turn. Twenty-nine. Who would’ve thought he’d make it this far?
Ian looked through half a dozen ransacked mini-marts to find it: “The world’s last Snickers bar. Happy birthday, baby.”
It tastes like heaven.
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