Thanksgiving and Christmas Holiday sale images I forgot to upload in time... But they're still worth sharing!

PAJAMA SAM 🎭 A classic childhood game of mine

Pajama Sam from Pajama Sam : No Need To Hide When It's Dark Outside is an Avatar of the Dark

Pajama Sam: No Need to Hide When It’s Dark Outside (1996)

My Pajama Sam cosplay is on its way to its new owner! As much as I loved this game as a kid, I don't see myself wearing this again so XD I'm honestly surprised someone even bought it; but they did have a Pajama Sam profile pic so they must be a super fan 😂 All of it was bezosmart/ebay purchases, & the drawing on the front of the lunchbox was drawn by me XD I will still be streaming Pajama Sam every now & then though. Usually I play games that scare the F outta me in Oct so No Need to Hide When it's Dark Outside to calms me down🙈

These pics were all taken by my partner & edited by me! & MagicalAni helped with facepaint application

Got bored during work and drew some fanart:

Darkness’ Living Room from Pajama Sam, No Need to Hide When it’s Dark Outside

Linocut print, 2024

Still learning how to carve but I’m really excited with how this turned out!

When you realize that Castlevania: Symphony of the Night and Pajama Sam 1 have the same exact opening:

Briefing on the lore behind the main conflict via a battle between the final boss and their arch nemesis complete with some hammy voice acting

Switching to a character who is not the final boss’ arch nemesis being unable to sleep because of feeling something off relating to the final boss

Running through the woods at night

Ambushed and having all your stuff taken away

Now go find the stuff all across this spooky land

(In the unlikely event this post somehow blows up I beg of you to let me see the fanart)

im introducing kris to pajama sam tonight and i am SO EXCITED!!!!!! I FREAKING LOVE PAJAMA SAM

[ALT available, ID: A screenshot from the game Pajama Sam: No Need To Hide When It's Dark Outside!. Pajama Sam himself is in a rope-pulley-powered elevator as part of a puzzle where you're meant to throw rocks into a basket above to outweigh Sam so he can move upwards. Orko is instead in the basket, looking down at Sam. /end ID]

Orko in Pajama Sam: No Need To Hide When It's Dark Outside!. Will he help Sam defeat his fear of the dark?

they gotta start putting mini books and cd rom games in cereals again. please

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 7 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 7 - Late night dinner // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: a tiny bit of spice

Summary: Your boss invites you out for dinner.

You feel like a mouse. You wander around, doing your job and trying to be as out of the way as possible. Since your breakfast with Bucky, the house became a mess of loud orders and impatience. You still don't know what happened, nobody feels the need to tell you yet, and you aren't brave enough to ask it. It's none of your business. You are here to clean, and that's it. At least, that's what you tell yourself from time to time when you see Sam, Steve and Bucky stressed and angry. Their problems are not your concern. You know less about their businesses, the better, anyway.

It's already dark outside when you climb up to your bed. The bedsheets are warm and soft, giving you some comfort after a long day. One of your new books is in your hand, and you are ready to continue reading it when a knock breaks your peaceful silence. Suppressing a sigh, you put down the book, adjusting your oversized pajama. "Come in," you call out, watching the door opening with your boss behind it. His steel-blue eyes wander over your room, noticing your belongings around the place before his attention settles on you. A small smile pulls on his lips as he leans against the doorframe. "Oh, you are already in bed," he states. Looking at you in the dim light gives him peace, and he doesn't know when was the last time he felt this way for the last several days. You are a mess of pajamas, and blankets, smelling like body lotion. The muscles in his legs jerk from the urge to climb up next to you. "Yes," you nod. "Do you need something? I can still help if you need it," you offer immediately. "I wanted to ask if you would like to go out for dinner," he says, shrugging. You glance over at the window. "Late night dinner," he corrects himself. "I would like to," you reply, not really thinking about it. "I just need some time to get ready." "There is no rush, Bunny," he smiles, pushing himself away from the doorway to step back and leave you alone. "I will wait for you in the foyer."

Not knowing where Bucky wants to go, you chose simple jeans and an off-shoulder top with a ribbon on its chest. Your hair is still a bit wet from the shower but seeing it's warm enough outside, you just brush it out, not wanting to make your boss wait too long. Excitement bubbles in your chest, and no matter how much you try to hide the feeling, even from yourself, you can't help but feel giddy when you see the man waiting for you. Bucky wears jeans and a black shirt. He shaved his face, but the dark circles are still noticeable under his eyes. You want to ask him what's wrong and how you can help, but you decide to stay quiet. It's not your business, you remind yourself. "I hope it's okay," you say, looking down on yourself. "You are beautiful, Bunny," he hums, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you to open the door and let you out before him.

"I'm sorry I disturbed your reading," he says when you are in the car. "It's okay," you reply, maybe a bit too quickly. Heat rises to your cheeks as Bucky's pouty lips turn into a smirk as he still stares at the road. "It's good to get away for a little while." "It's rowdy, hm?" He asks. "I'm sorry about the mess." "Oh, no," you shake your head. "It's my job. It's fine. I just don't like seeing you and the others so stressed," you confess. Maybe you shouldn't feel sorry for gangsters, but you can't help. Steve and Sam are always kind to you, and the others are nothing but polite and respectful. About why you feel anything more than professionalism for Bucky, you decide not to think. "You are too sweet, Bunny," he smiles, placing his hand on your knee. His touch is warm, and his long fingers squeeze your leg softly.

Bucky drives to the city, his hand still on your leg, and soon, you are in front of a restaurant you have never been to before but have seen several times. Obviously. Usually, it's way out of your budget. Fairy lights hang on the trees around the building, and soft music filters out the door when it opens with a blonde woman behind it. "Mr. Barnes," she greets the man with a polite smile before nodding to you. "We are happy to see you here again." "You are the best, Sharon," Bucky says. "Our table?" He asks, and his hand is already on the small of your back as he pulls you with himself. The woman steps aside, letting you into the elegant restaurant. It's like a small fairy tale in the middle of a busy city. "It's ready for you," Sharon replies. "Let me escort you there."

The table is next to the window, a bit farther away from the other guests. The music is quieter, and the lights are softer. Bucky pulls out the chair for you before taking a seat at the other side of the table. "What can I get you for a drink?" Sharon asks after you settle down. "Do you trust me?" Bucky asks, watching you the whole time. He can't wrap his head around how beautiful you look. The lights bring out the soft curve of your lips and the shiny lipstick you put on. The ribbon pulls down your top a bit more, showing your cleavage and making him feel like a teenager again. He is hard. His cock jerks as you move, pushing your tits together. Just one glimpse of your breasts, and he is ready to jump over the table to devour you for dinner. He needs nothing else. "Yes," you reply with a gentle nod, not looking away from him. "Then we will have the usual, Sharon," Bucky says, glancing at the blonde woman. "Of course," she nods. "I will be back in a minute."

When you stay alone with your boss, the air gets hot again, making you almost shudder. Standing his gaze is like playing with fire. You know it's dangerous, and you shouldn't do it, but it excites you, and you can't talk yourself out of it. "Thank you for coming with me," Bucky speaks up, breaking the silence first. "Oh, no need to thank me," you shake your head. You can barely find your voice. "I was happy to come." "Still," he says. "You must be tired." "That's my job," you smile, shrugging. "And it's not that bad, really. I just have to wash more coffee mugs than usual." Not for long, Bucky thinks. If he has his way with you, you will live like a fucking queen by his side.

The soft smile disappears from your face for a second, and a slight frown appears between your brows. "Are you okay?" He asks, leaning a bit closer over the table. "Yes," you reply. "I just... It's not my business. I know it," you explain, hoping you won't anger him. You don't know it yet, but there is no way you could anger him. You could burn down the whole world, and Bucky would prise you on his knees, between your legs. When he nods, you continue. "But are you okay? I mean... Can I do something? Help you somehow?" Your promise about staying away from their business is officially out of the window. But how could you stay away from it? From him? He reaches over the table, grabbing your hand and pulling it to his lips. His kiss is soft and steals your breath as he watches you, smiling. It's a dangerous game you play, but even though you know it's not true, you still feel like there is no backing away from it. "My sweet Bunny," he hums. "Wanting to help, hm?" You nod, not breathing. His thumb smooths over the soft skin of your wrist. His rings gleam under the lights. "Your presence alone helps me greatly, Y/N," he confesses, but he doesn't say anything about what is happening around the house, and you understand. You smile at him, nodding. "Then, I guess I have to stay?" You ask, jokingly. You feel so hot you need to break the moment to keep your sanity. Bucky just smiles at your words because he has no idea how he could let you go. Ever. "Talk to me, Bunny," he says after your drinks arrive. "Tell me about yourself." He wants to know everything. He wants to know how he could make you the happiest woman in the world.

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Pajama Sam: No Need to Hide When It’s Dark Outside (1996)

I was asked today, "What kind of spooky things are you into?" and I realized I need an authoritative compilation post here. Well, a sampling

The Silver Chair (book) by C.S. Lewis

Coma (flash game) by Atmos (Thomas Brush)

Courage the Cowardly Dog (90's cartoon)

Pajama Sam: No Need to Hide when it's Dark Outside (children's computer game) by Humongous Entertainment

Broodhollow (webcomic) by Kris Straub

Maybe I'll follow this up with a Runners Up post sometime

Oh? You want to know my headcanon for the beloved character Otto from Pajama Sam No Need To Hide When It's Dark Outside? Developed by Humongous Entertainment for the Windows and Macintosh operating systems in 1996?

Well I think he is aro boat