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somnambulant-seraphim · 1 month

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Some trinkets I've made recently! <|:-]

I used the glass beads from a broken thrift store necklace to make into a new necklace. I also made some little guys out of wire, pop can tabs, and beads :)

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ofdirtandbones · 1 year

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My partner’s Christmas gift to me ! It’s a crow’s foot and a fox’s vertebrae

#tw taxidermy #taxidermy #vultureculture #cryptidcore #goblincore #gremlincore #gremlin hoard #hoard #crowcore #shinie

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emo-gremlin · 1 year

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Please for the love of GOD go watch this it's hilarious

#gremlin hoard #welcome home arg #welcome home #Youtube

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wishbonewitch · 1 year

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The gremlin/crow cabinet

There's alot not pictured

The top shelf is bones, fossils, teeth, antlers, a fox tail and dead bugs

The middle shelf has bug decor, alot of empty space for more bones and such, and my lovely coins, rings, bottle caps & pull tabs collections!!!

The bottom shelf has a fnafsb corner cause I'm autistic!! And a mothman shrine corner cause. Im autistic!!!

It also has my elf ears, my DICE collection and my crystal collection cause shiny! I have over 80+ crystals!!!

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odemiourgos · 10 months

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Just moved into my new place, finally took some time to ajust my new oddities display

Pics are kinda bad but I really liked so I wanted to post it on here

(The crocodile is drawn by Rebecca Dautremer, a French illustrator which I'm a big fan of

And as a bookseller, I got my hands on SO MANY merch, a very lucky goblin I am)

#oddities #curiosity cabinet #cabinet #animal bones #bones #bugs #cw bones #cw bugs #gremlin hoard #gremlincore #vulture culture #mine

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renn-pumkin-head · 2 years

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Kinda want to interact with ppl more on tumblr so here

I'm renn

He/they

I did hairdressing

Frogs and plants and bottles are cool

I love the sandman and the lost boys

I also have adhd and am autistic

Ask me shit

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dreamling #the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #get to know me #weeeeh #crowcore #gremlincore #gremlin hoard

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ace-of-rabbits · 1 year

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Maybe one of these days, as a treat, I'll show you my goblin hoard.

Maybe you will bear witness to the pretty things that catch my eye when wandering around outside

Maybe you'll see my little treasures, kept in a mason jar that was painted by a friend

#unintelligible goblin noises #goblin vibes #goblincore #im just a little guy #doing goblin stuff #gremlin hoard

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voxshutpost · 1 year

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The white dragon has spotted you

He deems you precious

Too precious to keep in his hoard

He lets you go continue on with your journey but he shall always remember you

#dnd #wholesome #worm off the string #worm on a string #tiny dragon #self love #you are the gem #gremlin hoard

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cringyspringrol · 1 month

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as someone who identifies with gremlincore a ton i’m beginning to think my hoard is anything marine plushie, splatoon plushies, and plastic duck earrings 😭😭😭

as for what i collect in splatoon itself i’d say the dadfoot sandals lol idk they appeal to me i wish there were more :(

#gremlincore #gremlin hours #goblin hoard #gremlin hoard #i need a hoard corner/cabinet lmao #splatoon #goblincore #ducks #autism thoughts

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thegnomelord · 8 months

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PLEASEEEEE UR IDEA WITH MAGE M!READER AND MONSTER!COD MEN I'D LOVE THAT SO FICKING MUCH AND YES I AGREE THERE IS A LACK OF ALL THE VIOLENCE

Pov of how the world sees the reader Vs how TF141 reader :D. I'm in the middle of writing the first chapter of a fic with this idea, but guess who contracted TB like some coal miner 😞, me! So here's a sneak peak for the sort of vibe I'm going for while I'm trying to recover:

P.S: Ya'll are free to suggest/requests with this idea cause!

P.S.S: Check out bluegiragi who came up with this AU and give her some love!

Mages and Monsters

Mages are strange creatures.

In a world so full of monstrous hybrids and mythical creatures, mages sit on the proverbial line separating man from monster, stuck in both worlds without any hope of fitting in either one.

Because outwardly, they're average. No different from the billions of other humans. They're not born with the marks of monsterdom; they don't possess horns or leathery scales to shrug off small caliber bullets like dragons do, nor the claws and bone crushing jaws of werewolves, not feathered wings and razor sharp talons of harpies, nor the wraiths ghostly ability to become immaterial.

Outwardly, they're average. Ordinary. Mundane. Human...

Almost.

Because Price and Ghost are experienced enough to see the thing laying beneath the paper thin veneer of normality, are seasoned enough to quickly notice the one thing that puts an 'in' before a mage's 'human' description — Magic. Not the smoke and mirror kind magicians or charlatans use to swindle tourists out of money, but real magic.

The ancient kind, the capricious kind, slumbering like a beast inside the hollowed out cavern of a heart until it awakens with a terrible bloodlust. Each of them can attest to this; Price sports gnarled patched of scar tissue on the scaleless parts of his arm from ice burns, his draconic breath having saved him from frostbite that had devoured more than a few good men. Though Ghost doesn't show much skin, one can sometimes catch sight of branching fern patterns on his neck where lightning magic had shot through him. Gaz's back is peppered with hundreds of little cuts where a glass mage's summoned elegant ornaments had shattered into millions of shards, aiming to take out his wings.

And now Soap sports a mark of his own, his side tender red and blistered with a second degree burn. It could have been much worse, your flames were hot enough to melt steel, the only thing having kept him from an early cremation being the two solid concrete walls your magic had had to travel through to hit him and the enhanced regeneration of his thick hide.

But such power demands a cost — one paid in blood. For magic is as fickle and capricious as a rabid dog, just as eager to lunge for your throat as it will at the enemies, leaving lasting wounds for all to see; rough and calloused palms, skin blackened from blazing heat and freezing cold or marked with fern patterns of electricity, fingers stiff and marred with cuts from thorns and crystals and rock and glass, bone deep cuts where the liquid mana had burst out from the skin, leaving faintly glowing scars that never heal right.

All mages are born with this grievous gift, though one never knows whether it will present itself with a pitiful flicker of embers in a man's dying breath, or with a maelstrom of an infant's first hiccup. That's why most mages are sealed, by choice or force, a process which puts chains on the magic, making it and the mage docile.

But you are unsealed. And you flaunt that fact readily by melting the tail of their APC helicopter with one spell, not even waiting for them to crash before flooding the terrain with suffocating ash, the lenses of their gas masks already fogging up from the heat as they get out of the cloud of heavy sediment before it bursts to flames.

Sometimes the magic becomes unsatisfied with the weakness of the body, demanding more than just its pound of flesh and molding the body like clay to better suit it— Mage Marks, they're called — the subtle glow of magic in your eyes, the mana visibly pulsing inside your chest, the skin of your arms slipping away like wet paper before growing anew, this time mimicking the surface of magma, or the rocky barnacle encrusted reef, the gnarled bark of a tree, the crystalline inside of a geode, the ice spiked ground of tundra, or any other form that suits the magic in your veins.

The process is excruciating, the mana burrowing and gnawing on every nerve like a parasite that replaces what it eats with itself. But to you, that's an acceptable loss, because marked mages far surpass their unmarked fellows, your magic stronger and wilder, feral and viscous like the primordial force of nature.

So it becomes concerning when you're laying on the floor, captured, battered and bruised and calm.

Ghost had been waterboarding you for a while now, your body tied to a chair that had been tipped back so you were parallel with the ground. With water pooling around your head, your top half would have been soaked to the bone had your magic not been simmering in your veins, the magic suppression momentarily reducing the raging inferno in your chest to a meager flicker of flames.

They can't kill you, but limiting your magic for even a second is death in and of itself.

Your breathing is harsh as Ghost pulls away the cloth over your mouth, asking you a question as steam rises from your skin. Most would give in long before this point, but you just grin, eyes glowing with a burning glow, and make a comment about how good his arse looks from your viewpoint.

You manage only one small note of laughter, pitiful embers sparking at the corners of your lip, before Ghost drops the rag back over your face and begins anew.

Price watches all of this, sharp draconic eyes noting how the mana glows in your chest, pulsing like a second heart (assuming you had one to begin with), noticing how the water turns to steam a little faster when it splashes over your skin.

And Price knows.

You... You are going to be trouble.

#trinkets from the hoard #male reader #cod mw2 #modern warfare #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #monster au #mage reader #violence #reader is not a good guy #reader is a feral gremlin #monster 141 au #captain john price #reader x cod mw #x reader #centerpieces of the hoard

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somnambulant-seraphim · 1 year

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Various metal trinkets, keys and coins (and one plastic spider) I haven’t shown yet, I think.

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mystical-beasts · 3 months

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A very quick attempt at a Smile For Me style John Doe, just for kicks He wants the teeth behind the one poster, that's it, just a bit hungry he was attracted to the habitat due to the presence of teeth he'd stand near the hole looking into the lounge

#my art #fantasy #colorful #colourful #art #cute #monster boy #creepy #monster #john doe game #smile for me #smile for me game #smile for me artstyle #tooth hoarding gremlin #“show me your teeth”#“no!” swallows them #not the best attempt #but oh well

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the-blaze-empress · 1 year

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the syndicate but with a sticker chart.

hear me out hear me out okay? cniki gets a sticker sheet of gold stars and starts handing them out at syndicate meetings as a bit of a joke but phil and techno especially just go absolutely feral for the gold shiny thing that means theyve done well. ranboo loves them too hes just not fistfighting anyone to physically acquire a sticker.

niki starts handing out the stickers for actual reasons when the others have done something good/well. like ranboo gets a sticker for practicing his breathing exercises, phil gets one because he went to bed before passing out from exhaustion, and techno gets one for killing a man.

the three of them start trying to get as many stickers as possible, theyre all ridiculously competitve and thus they actually do the things on the list of ‘things that earn a gold star’ and they do them properly because then they can get more gold stars.

they start a sticker chart to organise it all because at least one fight has broken out about who has the most stickers (ranboo is the only one who properly knows because he’s been writing it down in his diary) (he also has a whole page dedicated to his own gold stars). niki makes the chart for the three of them, and doesnt see much point in putting herself on the chart.

the boreal bois, though, immediately protest this and maker her her own row on the chart with another piece of paper tacked up the top of the chart and her name written a little wobbly (phil did the honours). none of them have any gold stars to put in her row but that doesnt discourage them.

phil sticks a small feather on because niki gave him a sticker, ranboo digs around in his basement and finds some holographic, garishly coloured love heart stickers (there was also a sheet of smiley faces, he throws those ones out) and puts two of them on niki’s row because she was the one to teach him the breathing exercises, and techno smudges a bit of leftover blood from the aforementioned killed man onto the paper and refuses to elaborate.

connor gets a row on the sticker sheet when he joins too, but he fills his up on his own almost immediately with both sonic stickers, and letters which he uses to spell mostly swear words with.

in short, niki has managed to bribe two centuries old war lords and an anxious enderman into self care with only a sheet of shiny gold stickers

#dsmp #cphil #technoblade #ctechno #ranboo #syndicate #cniki #cranboo #philza #cphilza #tha scrunkle <3 #dsm5 i meant dsm5 #tenobled #Definitely A Book Club #gremlin hoard <3 #enderboyo #deaths malewife

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lizardcatcreations · 1 year

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i truly have no idea how to use tumblr anymore but HEY HELLO I MAKE DICE! this set is called bewitched, and it was a remake of one of my very first sets back in 2020

#dice #dice maker #dnd #dungeons and dragons #art #spooky #spooky season #witchy #am i doing this right #i seriously have no idea #cool cool cool #photography #my art #resin dice #goblin hoard #dice goblin #dice gremlin #dnd dice

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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getting into a small argument w eddie and when stewing in that tense post-disagreement silence becomes too unbearable you use ur fail safe “give me kissy”. like a trained dog, he simply cannot refuse, although he does it begrudgingly, eye rolls n all. grabs u by your jaw, bulky rings biting into ur skin and plants 3, hard kisses to your mouth 1,2,3. “there. there’s your goddamn kissy.” and things are all back to normal :,(((

"there's your goddamn kissy." what if i fucking broken down.

#ask #i kept this. hoarded it like a gremlin for 3 days.#eddie spaghetti #eddie munson x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Thinking about Eddie taking you to your first concert. Of course it's going to be a metal band.

"Gotta stay close to me, kay doll?" He smiles at you as he guides you into the stadium, "Gets dicey in the pit."

You nod and smile wildly but all he can see if your sticky, glittery lip gloss highlight your lips. Pulling him in like a magnet so much so he pulls you to the side of the brick building of the bathrooms. Kissing you fully, tongue lulling over yours as his hands slowly move up your thighs under the skirt of your dress.

- 🐖

I’m going to cry omg. The “gotta stay close, kay doll?” And he takes our hand before we’re even in the main stage area because he doesn’t want to lose us in the crowds— especially when we’re looking so pretty.

OMG but imagine if we stole a metal band shirt from him because we wanted to fit in and he can’t keep his hands off us, ends up with our glittery lipgloss all over his lips because of it, “so pretty, sweetheart. Look at you-” you’re trying not to drop your drink as he squeezes the plush of your thigh, swiping his tongue against your lips to taste the gloss as you try to coax him towards the stage. “Come on Eddie, wanna get a good spot.” And who is he to deny you, pint in one hand, your hand in his other as he leads the way. Weaving through the sea of metalheads— which is let’s face it, mostly guys, until you find a spot in the middle near the front of the stage.

No matter how tall you are there’s always someone who’s taller right in front of you, so Eddie pulls you to stand in front of him so you can see the stage through a gap between the heads. His hand staying on your hip as you both sip your drinks, his crotch brushing against your ass every time someone tries to squeeze past behind him, or he pulls you against his body when someone tries to go in front of you.

You can still feel his semi from your make our session earlier, and while you wait for the band to come on he’s whispering promises of what he’s going to do to you when the show is over. And you know it’ll be good because he’s so hyped up on adrenaline.

And when the band comes on, Eddie’s behind you screaming out the lyrics just like the other guys in the crowd, grinning when you lift up your own rock hands to join in. He loves how excited you get when a song you know comes on, turning to give him the biggest smile as you sing along. You know every so often he can’t resist leaning down to kiss your cheek or your temple, feeling his dewy skin against yours from the heat of the crowd. He’s SO protective whenever a pit starts, telling him he can go in and enjoy if he wants and he does but always comes back before the end of the song. Giving any guys that might have got a little too close in his absence a look as he resumes his position behind you.

And he definitely buys you a shirt after, before making your way back to his van. The parking lot a complete nightmare to get out of so his hands begin to wander, finally slipping beneath your skirt as his fingers graze your panties.

#i could talk about going to concerts with Eddie forever #thank you so so much for this ask honestly I’m gonna hoard it like a little gremlin #the ‘gotta stay close’ will be the death of me #soft Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #my faveeeee #🐖anon #am I gonna have to write a full fic😭🥺

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