I have an idea for an sfth art project (collaborative for artists and interactive for the rest of sfthblr) and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in contributing to it! It would basically means contributing fan art (I can explain the details in dms if people are interested, because I want it to be a surprise for people who aren't going to be contributing) (but if this is too vague, I can make a post explaining the idea as well!)
timeline proposal for and so it begun and no time to die twice (these dates are largely arbitrary):
30 November: Lionel ‘fixes’ the longevity formula.
2 December: zombies spread across the world, one slow step at a time.
13 December: Brainz takes a giant bite out of Cheevo’s head. Stewie creates a plan for a ‘safe city’.
March 23: After bonking Agent Johnson on the head, Betsy travels to Washington DC with a fake eyelash.
March 26: Betsy has a confrontation with Lionel and Radcliffe starts his journey to the CIA.
March 28: Betsy’s mum joins Radcliffe.
March 29: A father and son hop on a motorcycle bound for St Albans and a polar bear is seen swimming from the Isle of Wight to England.
April 2: A polar bear and a woman are seen jumping onto the moving city.
Carol Wilkinson, an esteemed member of the American Spy Organisation, receives a radio broadcast from England.
After a short helicopter trip, she assures her son and ex-husband that America is fine. She’s just received word that Radcliffe and Julius have successfully arrived at the CIA headquarters.
The early hours of April 3: The cure is dispersed throughout America via parachuting.
In celebration of Locomotion making it through the first round of the sfth character poll competition
Warning! This will have spoilers for She Came From Beyond (Patreon Longform #3)! Please read at your own discretion!
If Locomotion makes it through the next round, I'll post the next chapter! Mmm love me some bribery
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Locomotion was used to discovering children on his train. Heck, he needed them to. Otherwise, he had to send ominous messages to random kids. And who likes hurting children? Not Locomotion. It just so happened that the Silver Line needed workers and train cars, and children were the ones who were most susceptible to his requests and easiest to wipe the memories of.
But this child was different. It was on the platform without a portal. It was not grown up yet. And it was bawling its eyes out.
“Mummy! Daddy! Come back!”
Damn parents must have abandoned it here. Explains the lack of a portal and the fact that it can’t be older than 4.
Locomotion prided himself on his running at optimal efficiency. Everything could be solved with logic and rationality. His trains were always on time. No signal failures or incompetent stationmasters. No leaves blown across the track on an autumn afternoon. His waistcoat buttons were always impeccably shiny, his hat perfectly positioned on his head. His shoes were polished, his tie was straight. The monocle that concealed the fact he had no eyes never fell off his face. His smile was the right amount of creepy and inviting.
He never experienced emotion. No dilly-dallying or empathising. Just structure and consistency. But this kid was disrupting that. Emotions were coming. Sympathy, care, love...no, Locomotion didn’t feel love. He was Locomotion, driver of the Silver Line, he was nothing apart from that. Nothing.
The toddler was sitting on the platform, its eyes red and raw from crying so hard. When Locomotion stepped off the train to give it a closer look, it ran, or more waddled, towards him.
“Do you know where my Mummy and Daddy are? We were playing hide-and-seek, and I was the seeker, and they told me to count to 5, and I did, and I’ve looked everywhere for them!”
“Come here, little one.” Locomotion picked the child up and gave it a once-over. Dark curly hair. Brown eyes. Biologically female. It was wearing a onesie with a flower on the front. A frangipani, Locomotion identified.
The kid was now pulling on his hair. She yanked his nose.
“Oi!” But he couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, little girl. I’ll get you where you need to go.”
I was re-watching I Don't Want to Visit Grandma's to gather intel for my rp blog...
why is nobody talking about how both imhoteps play hide and seek.
WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT HOW BOTH IMHOTEPS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK.
is my tumblr algorithm just not picking up on it?
like. guys. GUYS. is anybody listening?! guys?!?!?
is it not that big a deal?!
am i just going crazy?
why are there so many parallels? You can't do this to me. I have a 6 page long google doc of sfth headcanons already. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. you can't just make these two characters SO FLIPPING SIMILAR and then expect me to not make parallels.
I did this artwork for a (belated) Day 3 of Spook From The Hip. But I can't remember why. It's just a little girl called Stephanie. There's nothing spooky about that.
Amongst hundreds of Batman, Batgirl, Robin and even Alfred cosplayers, only two decided to dress up as villains.
When the insecure young French girl Harleen Lafayette meets the impossibly rich but emotionally unstable Isaac Edwards at the 2013 Gotham/Glasgow Comic-Con, they quickly bond over their shared love of DC Comics and resentment towards the Caped Crusader that has wronged them.
But the night is always approaching one way or another, and these erotic lovebirds may not survive vengeance incarnate.
I did this artwork for a (belated) Day 3 of Spook From The Hip. But I can't remember why. It's just a little girl called Stephanie. There's nothing spooky about that.
A/N: I recommend you read the SFTHMM and its companion fics before you read this, as this is the final entry to the the story, and a lot of threads won't make sense if you haven't! I also suggest you read the warnings on the masterpost too.
CW for child death
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Julian sat in the passenger seat of his mum's car, while Micheal, Janae and Johnny sat in the back. Julian was buzzing with excitement as they drove down the dark Glasgow roads.
He was fourteen today! Sure, his birthday was the 31st of October, but that just makes it all the more fun, he thinks. Especially when he was celebrating his birthday at the Wayne Manor, the infamous location of a massacre that shook Scotland forever.
According to locals, the place was now apparently haunted, most likely by the victims. Sightings of things moving by themselves, disembodied whispers coming from the woods surrounding the manor, shadows with no sources.
He imagined that when he had encountered the phantom last year, he would have preferred to stay away from anything supernatural. But, no, he now liked to run straight into the extraordinary.
Not long after the phantom and the priest were sent to hell, he began to research. Ghosts, magic users, sentient plants, the list just goes on. He would class himself an expert.
While he was researching, he had met two brothers, one of which had a special ability; prophetic dreams. He had encountered a boy who had survived an outbreak in St. Albans - all evidence of this outbreak had since been wiped from existence, only Micheal and his family remained. He had found a boy who had befriended a ghost. He had bumped into a girl who had sent her brother to hell, and brought him and their father back. He had discovered a boy who had crawled through his wall, only to end up on a train, its destination set for eternity.
And they were all going to the manor with him, and he was ecstatic. Three of them were crammed into the backseats of the car, while the others would meet him there.
Julian's mother sat at the wheel, lecturing him and his friends about safety and what to do if something were to happen. Julian nodded along, though no new information settled in his brain.
The car pulled up to the gates. It was clear they hadn't been touched since the memorial a month ago. What remained of the manor loomed over them, taunting them, like a cat with a mouse.
Julian couldn't keep his excitement to himself anymore, "this is the best day of my life! I'm so ready to catch some ghosts!"
"Are you sure there's ghosts here?" Janae raised his eyebrow. He was quite sceptical of the supernatural, despite everything he and his brother had gone through, he always sided with reason.
Their resident ghost expert chimed in, "I mean, it's almost definite," John Junior began as the group pushed the gate open, "a place like this, especially after what happened? Yeah, there's no chance there's not any ghosts."
The group walked up the hill, Julian resisted the urge to run, desperate to get to the manor as fast as possible. But the others walked at a steady pace; surveying their surroundings, using their flashlights to illuminate the dark of the forest that surrounded them.
Junior had provided them with a checklist of things to help search for ghosts; EMF readers, spirit boxes, night vision equipment, et cetera, et cetera. Julian had packed some holy water, while Alys had brought some sage sticks.
Just in case.
Johnny held his flashlight close to his chest as they got closer to the manor, "does anyone else feel that?"
The group stopped, just feet away from the manor.
"Feel what?" Benjamin asked, "I mean it's pretty chilly, but when is it not on Halloween night? Who hasn't gone trick or treating and then having to wear a coat over your costume?"
"No, it's not the cold, I feel it too," Alys said, her eyes darting around, "there's something about this place, it's not.. right. Like it's an ancient beast that has been awoken from its slumber."
"Are you saying its cursed?" Julian tilted his head as Alys nodded, "that's so cool."
"Cool?" She parroted, she sounded a bit unnerved, "it's almost definitely not cool. Cursed things are almost always bad - did you not hear about the case of the diary-"
"Yeah, yeah," Junior began, "but have you thought about how most cursed places are where the ghosts are? And, uh, hello! We are here for the ghosts, that's what Julian wants, right?" Julian nodded, "exactly, its his birthday, so we should do what he wants."
"And I do want to see some ghosts," Julian said without hesitation. He saw how Alys and Johnny shared a worried look, "listen, I know that you don't feel great about this, but we've all survived supernatural things before! Hell, Alys, you're now a witch, and Johnny's a freaking psychic! JJ's right, we said we were gonna search for some ghosts and here we are! Searching for ghosts!"
"Everything's going to be fine!" Benjamin smiled, "a cursed mansion surely can't be worse than an interdimensional train!"
Janae stayed silent, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
"I'm not sure about this," Johnny shrunk in on himself, "I don't want anyone to get hurt-"
"Nobody is going to get hurt," Junior reached for the charred doorknob, "ghosts can't even touch people without some sort of connection. We are all going to be fine, trust m-"
As his hand connected to the doorknob, Junior's words got stuck in his throat as he screamed in pain, his eyes rolled back. Red, nasty burns branched up from his fingers in, resembling a tree, or maybe even lightning. The wounds begun to bleed as they snaked up to the top of his head.
"JJ?" Julian wasn't even sure he made a sound, he couldn't hear much but the ringing that had formed.
Junior fell backwards, landing with a dull thud on the gravel.
"Junior?" Ben had fallen to his knees, reaching to their wounded friend, "JJ, can you hear me?"
"Wait," Janae said, "don't touch him." Ben opened his mouth to argue, but Janae stopped him, "he's been electrocuted."
"JJ," Julian was now beside Ben, "JJ, wake up." He reached for the wooden stick beside him, and poked Junior with it, "JJ, come on."
"I don't think he's sleeping," Johnny pulled at the sleeve of his jumper.
"How did this even happen? I don't understand.." Ben ran a hand through his head, "why is this happening, this shouldn't- oh god, what are we going to tell his dad?"
"What did I tell you?" Alys said, her voice thick with emotion, "cursed things are almost always bad."
