#8 arms

[sm-baby]

💀SKELETON ADOPTABLE 🌹 (TAKEN)

[donutcleric]

Kriller Queen, dynamite with a geyser beam. I'd honestly vtube as this character but for sure looking for more masculine design

also if anyone can tell me why I had to reduce my export by 50% in order to post it on tumblr let me know? if tumblr has a file size limit or something.

[omega-devart]

[scottahemi]

Obsidian by ScottaHemi  saw the finale, Obsidian’s design was so cool i just had to draw some fan art!  took some liberties and added a few lavaie weapon possibilities! 

[artcalledtattoo]

Died With Eight Arms Does her TEA include Trump Epstein Adolf hate? Without Putin and Netanyahu cream or whip (with)! Ironically and absurdly adding Greenland, Cuba & Venezuela While kicking as with ICE turn to NICE! I heard (heard) it all and couldn’t call in. So I ask?….why not say it during Rallies. For example saving LBGQT in Iran and persecuted in the States or the weak golf scores, I can’t show a card score! I don’t have the hands, of cards anymore! Impeach the Trump I say peaches in WDC Show the cause! Shave off the Peach skin! Salve yourself for Future! Trump was like ask Xi, am I the first President to see rich residential areas? All Americans want to know! They voted for me…..😂 Am I, I, the first to dine on exquisite cuisine? The people aren’t (they are not) posting pictures Impeach the Trump I say peaches in WDC Show the cause! Shave off the Peach skin! Salve yourself for Future! We Americans gotta solve this. Global Warming warning of 2035 is nine years off! Front 9 or back Nein (9) Another was issued for in regard cards for(e) the people of 2050! Trump doesn’t have Americans front or back sides! Easy Rep or Congressperson I speak from American seashells! Marcellus never got narration credits or casting scroll and he died an Octopus! Was he….all AI no credits necessary AI don’t bitcoin neither Easy Rep or Congressperson I speak from American seashells! Marcellus never got narration credits or casting scroll and he died an Octopus! Was he….all AI no credits necessary AI don’t bitcoin neither Gays only existed after Holocaust When the World Halo dropped America helped at Last That was Democrats Twisting knives in hearts of Americans And the Democrats got richer And the most richly decided play one on thee other. Let’s do that In Project2026.05.16! I will never forget Marcellus of thee Octopi People. Just stating live again! I will never forget Marcellus of thee Octopi People. It’s sounds chameleon in ocean settings! Some Eels are good! Stupify A the Disturbed! Died with 8 arms. (After reading this, credits aren’t necessary) MO (it’s not a pun) Marcellus Octopus Although each sucker can feel smell touch while sucking Then of Modus Operandi is called forth! 8 star, shut up, I’m talking too much! It’s close too 9am.

Carl Orloff

[sourtomatola]

Listen, I was a little too inspired by @xitsensunmoon Spooder Moom and @naffeclipse awesome drabble for it that I had to write my own

Something is not right at the pizzaplex.

Well, there’s always something wrong at the pizzaplex, but lately, it’s been worst than the usual angry parent or Monty breaking stuff.

Staffbots have been vanishing, just enough to be noticed before they begin to reappear. But there is always something wrong with them. It’s never the same, makes them act out, and is ALWAYS noticeable.

One came back painted in bright colors and kept crashing into light fixtures. Another came back appearing normal, but gave off a horrific stench that was impossible to get rid of despite not having any source of the smell.

Three came back joined at the hip.

They acted the same, but all talked at once in a frightening echo, it reminded you of Cerberus the guard of the underworld. Maybe that’s where these animatronic’s were vanishing, then getting chewed up and spit back out.

There was no camera footage of their disappearance, and the company was either too lazy or too cheap to fix these bots. They were either tossed or used for scrap.

There was a note in the basement that you noticed, saying how a box of parts had gone missing. You wondered if this evil scientist or whoever was taking these animatronic’s away had taken the box, possibly to build themselves a Frankenstein’s monster.

The next day, the daycare attendant went missing.

Your heart fell at the news of your dear friend going missing. He was one of the nicest animatronic’s in the plex, and the two of you really clicked as friends. The staffbots that went missing were only gone a day or two. You found yourself counting the days.

You were up to three when you decided to try to find them yourself. You doubted any of them have ever left the building. The staffbots, and Sun and Moon especially, stood out too much and couldn’t just be casually packed up in a car and driven off with.

You got out your flashlight and hid in the bathroom until you heard the overhead voice call for closing. Then you headed down to parts and service, deciding to start there. You never liked parts and service, and you knew Sun and Moon didn’t either. You’d bet they would be fighting to get out of there if they could. If they were awake. If they were okay.

You searched around the protective cylinder, the casing where the animatronic’s were put for repairs. All the tools here could be used by the evil scientist themselves. Almost no one was here at night, they could be storing Sun and Moon in a box, deactivated, and then work on them at night.

You never liked going into the protective cylinder, it reminded you too much of Loki’s prison from the avengers. You took a deep break and went inside. You wanted to be sure there weren’t any clues inside. Looking around, you didn’t see much out of the ordinary. That is, until, you looked at the chair where the animatronics sat. There were new scratches on it. MANY new scratches, all up and down the seat, as if there was many different sized animatronic’s who all clawed it up at once.

You looked down at the floor. There was more, leading out the door. You followed them out and to Monty’s door. You followed even as the scratches got lighter and lighter, barely visible, like they had been buffed out of the floor as much as possible.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Was it that time already? You got out your flashlight and tried to look for more scratching, but it was gone now. Completely buffed from the floor and too light to be seen by just a flashlight.

You sighed in frustration before realizing how quiet it was. Deadly silent in these dark back hallways. Except for one thing.

 A very light, very distant music box. You couldn’t tell what the tune was, but tried to follow it anyways. It wasn’t the mini-music man’s song, or the song so well known in the elevators, but a different kind of familiar.

It starts to get louder as you head down the other Hallway, the one where there were no scratch marks. As you got closer to the music, you finally was able to recognize the tune.

Itsy bitsy spider.

A chill went up your spine, but you began to recognize another sound, coming from the same source. A whirling of mechanics’, the creaking of metal joints, and the clicking of what sounded like clockwork. These sounds were very familiar.

“Moon?” You called in the dark, looking for his glowing red eyes. He scared you when you first met him, but you were on good terms now, friends even. If that is still him that is.

“Moon is that you? Are you okay??” You call again, shining your flashlight around, even looking up as you knew he loved to get an aerial view of everything. The light touched something on the ceiling that quickly moved away, making your heart jump at the sight.

“Moon is that you??” You called. A clawed blue hand slips into view, as if it was trying to stay on a slippery slope but couldn’t help but slide into sight. No other animatronic in this place had such elegant hands.

“Moon! Oh there you are, I’ve been so worried! Please come down and talk to me, where have you been??” You ask desperately.

The music box suddenly stops, the silence now chilling you. But not nearly as much as the words that broke the silence.

“Lights. Out.” You hear Moon’s voice rasp harshly.

“M-moon, I can’t see in the dark. I need to see you, I need to know you’re okay!” You insist.

“LIGHTS! OUT!”

You flinched at his screeching tone, wondering if it would be better to just wait for the lights to come back on and talk to Sun, but before you could entertain the thought, Moon took advantage of your distraction and skittered away, making you lose sight of him completely.

“Moon? Moon wait!” You called and shined your light around, looking for him again, and hoping to get  a better look at him.

A Thud came from behind you, but before you could turn to look. A hand snatched up your wrists, making you drop the flashlight.

You cried out from shock and fear before recognizing the hand once again. “Moon? Is that you?” You called and tried to turn, but froze as several more hands grappled you, keeping you from being able to turn and see him.

One hand holding your wrist, a second on your opposite shoulder. Another pare of hands held your hips in place, so that was four. Two more, holding your head to keep you from trying to turn your neck to see him. That’s six. You felt something else touching you, gently brushing around your body. Was that another set of hands?!

Your mind went to the deformed staff bots again, and your heart sank, realizing why the box of parts when missing.

“Oh Moon…” You say softly. The one free hand you had came up and gently touched the one on your hip. The hand flinched, but settled back in its place. You gently pried at it to link your fingers with it, cradling it comfortingly. You felt the fingers twitch slightly against your hand before holding yours back gently.

That’s when you noticed it was quivering.

“Moon…please let me see you.” You say softly.

You felt the other arms touching your boy start to quiver as well. They suddenly completely enclosed around you and held you tightly against Moon’s body. A completely foreign concept entered your mind.

Moon was scared.

“Moon…I won’t judge you…something terrible happened to you, didn’t it?” You asked softly.

“I’m fine.” He snaps, making you flinch.

“I’m here now Moon, you’re safe. You can help me find out who did this to you, right?” You asked gently.

The arms hugging you tightened, making you nervous. Even more so When a set of hand crept up your body and caressed your neck threateningly.

“No…I can’t…” He growled softly.

“They won’t hurt you again Moon, They’re going to get in huge trouble for damaging company property, they’ll probably go to jail so you’ll never-“

“ I. CAN’T! I don’t…”  His grip weakened. You were finally able to turn and see his clawed-up faceplate. The glass of one of his optic’s was scraped in several places, but not completely broke. There were several poked holes around his optic’s, making it appear like he had many eyes from the glow of his optics His ruffled collar was shredded and there were many small holes in his pants. His torso was now surrounded by 3 extra sets of arms, giving his 8 in total. They looked hacked on, like someone just sawed into him and shoved the arms in the poorly made sockets.

You looked up to Moon’s face again as he quivered. “Oh Moon…” You frown and touch his face gently. He leaned in, letting out the sound of a sob.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“I…didn’t see their face…” He admitted sadly.

Many hands came up to touch yours, making him pause, like he hadn't quite had control of them all yet and kept using too many at a time. The hands on your neck slid up and combed through your hair gently.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“That’s okay Moon…lets just focus on taking care of you.” You assured gently.

[callitacryptid]

Listening to David Bowie's Space Oddity and thinking about how much happier I would be as an octopus

[heritagecollectibles]

Bronze Hindu Goddess Durga

Bronze Hindu Goddess Durga

This is an amazing vintage/antique bronze statue of the Hindu Goddess Durga. She is seated on a tiger and has 8 arms, seven of which hold a weapon.  The palm of the eighth arm is near her chest, facing outward. 

According to IndianExpress.com, “Another name for Durga is Durgatinashini which means ‘the one who eliminates suffering’. Her name thus indicates her role as the one who protects her…

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