#sorry for disappearing for a bit

[karmacomesaround]

I’m back guys woo

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[rueflewaway]

So I read a comment on AO3 on the last chapter which had me rereading the chapter again to understand a few things better. I ended up writing my own understanding of Nightmare's rather long monologues (a drama queen, really). So, I decided to why not share what I interpreted from his words and actions :)

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It’s like feeding the mind piece by piece, overloading it with conflicting emotions—pain, hope, relief, and dread—then stepping back to let it untangle the mess on its own. The process becomes a slow-boiling pot of unresolved trauma, simmering until it can no longer be contained. Day by day, the person feels the weight of their experiences pressing in, the fear creeping into their quiet moments and planting seeds of terror that will grow uncontrollably.

This kind of fear is not quick or impulsive but calculated and deliberate. It’s designed to marinate (get it), to become richer with time, as the person reflects on their helplessness and begins to crumble under the mental and emotional strain. Like Nightmare's steak metaphor (a total weirdo ngl), the tormentor waits for the "perfect cook"—when the rawness of innocence gives way to the complex, layered flavor of despair.

The child becomes both the dish and the diner, forced to consume their own suffering until it overwhelms them. And when the trauma reaches its boiling point, when the marinated fish is "overcooked," the tormentor (Nightmare) savors the culmination of their handiwork: a soul laid bare, broken under the weight of its own terror.

It becomes not just an act of cruelty but a twisted art form—a process of breaking someone piece by piece while ensuring their pain lingers and compounds into something darker and more profound. This clearly shows how really twisted everything is if you think about it deeply and I think you need an award for this chapter lmao. Of course, they're the bad guys, no remorse whatsoever 'cause they're "bad", living up to the reputation except Cross who actually has sympathy for a child. The child has three days to prove Nightmare that they could give him something to feed on, prove their worth that they're WORTH letting survive despite trapped in a room with nothing inside that'll slowly drive them insane if no one communicates with them, or at least give some attention and the smallest act of kindness. Though, it's not like Nightmare would care anyway. To him, everything can be discarded once useless. So, the child is literally trapped in his hands and do nothing but comply and try to live in a whole castle with dangerous skeletons. (Thiswhole thing was kinda tiring to type).

Okay so you actually cooked so incredibly hard with this one I have no clue what to say.

[copyofszalamireaktor]

WELCOME ONE AND ALL

I HAVE CRAWLED BACK FROM THE SEARING, WRETCHED DEPTHS OF TUMBLR HELL TO POSE ONE SIMPLE QUESTION

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[hinamie]

tiger lily

[real-skel]

I flung out of bed to make this shit

[cupofcarolina]

still us

[crowkip]

here comes the cowboy

[defleptic]

Bittersweet

[trashcansienna]

A phantom and his machine

[askdocjwatson]

hi!! this question is for sherlock!

what is your opinion on weighted blankets? :D

[inonibird]

I've been introduced to the TTRPG called Wildsea and now I'm going to make it everyone's problem. This is Beezley. They are bees. That is, I've broken my creative slump by immediately coming up with a character concept that is a variant of the Tzelicrae race in this setting (which is officially described as "Spider-colonies wrapped in humanesque skins; thousands of tiny arachnid minds threaded like beads on a string to produce a full, rich sapience", hive-minded swarms who either create protective shells made of cloth and salvage or unnervingly puppeteer bodies that are no longer needed), but I'm arachnophobic, so...BEES. :D Yes, Beezley found a dead body and built their hive around the skull and there is 100% a sticky, honeycomb-encrusted skeleton under those clothes. :'D

[mispelled]

I've been meaning to draw something for The Ballad of Herman Thompson ever since I found the song. So here it finally is!!

[myoonins]

hm... pleasant boy...

[mercs-askblog]

Happy Halloween to all who celebrate. Rocketco will be closed for the following days as our employees are celebrating with their families, spending their time watching scary movies and getting lost in corn mazes, and in the meantime we will be preoccupied with our own scary business and affairs and such.

And if you're one of the sad individuals who sent these wretched paws upon us, we only hope death will be a mercy on you.

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