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“The Thin Man” 
: リトルナイトメア Little Nightmares II

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Today’s this tumblr’s fourth birthday. Yea.

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Time passed. War had departed for new lands and new bounty. Storm had grown quiet in this part of the world. Harvest had come and gone as if clockwork. Seasons rose and fell, and the great lords of men built their cities of stone and marble.

In the fields of the countryside the temple Arepo had built remained modest. Its ancient cairn of stone had given way to a rude altar of carved wood and its four walls had become pillars. Where the grave of the sower laid there now burned an everlasting flame. In this flame lived the god of Arepo.

Children would visit the temple and dance about its pillars. Their laughter echoed like sweet birdsong. Some would toss sticks or little tufts of grass to the flame, which devoured these offerings without a second thought. Occasionally a man from the village would appear, bringing a tithe of wheat or of lamb for the priest who cared for the temple.

When the god spoke however seldom it was a small word or saying. Oftentimes its visitors would not hear its insistence that it was a god of nothings. As the seasons passed only one really paid any attention to these mutterings. 

Then that one became two, and those two became three, and now a child’s voice became permanent. 

“Mr. God,” Ariette would say. “Why are you so grumpy?” 

She was the daughter of Sora and Sven, the man who brought the offerings. She was also endlessly curious about the entity which inhabited this small and rustic room, who was so small next to the gods of the distant city. Sora often quipped that Ariette would soon be the only caretaker as the god spoke only to her now.

The flame dimmed. Then spoke.

“I... don’t understand. Why do you ask this?”

“Mommy said that you are never happy. You are putting yourself down and being unhappy all the time.”

The flame considered her words. “I am not... I am not sure myself.”

“Then why are you grumpy?”

Her words sparked a memory in the god’s ancient mind. For untold centuries it had existed as a spirit, powerless and aimless. Then it was drawn to the temple Arepo had built like a moth to the very flame it now embodied. It had gained a mind, thought and memory. It had a voice. Even the ability to comprehend its own existence after so long of being formless. And now this little girl’s question had stumped it.

It remembered the endless confidence of Arepo, of his unfailing and unflagging belief. It remembered with a hint of emotion that could be best described as shame of how it had told him, continually, that it was a god of many nothings and of no somethings. More recently came the memory of Sora when she had discovered it. She had said it was the god of Arepo.

Arepo, the man who was long dead and whose spirit was at peace.

“I do not know,” it finally said. “I am sorry I cannot answer this.”

“Then maybe try being happy? Mommy always told me when I was sad to think of something that made me happy, or to find something that makes me happy and do it.”

“But I have nothing to make me happy.”

“Tell me,” she said, arranging the sticks in the flame’s small hearth. “Who was Arepo? Mommy says he was a farmer, like daddy, except he didn’t have any cows or sheep. Is this true?”

“Arepo...” The flame dimmed as it contemplated her question. “He was a man... of fortitude, of happiness. He... he believed in me, when I did not. I told him I could not save him from death. He was happy in spite of it.”

“Well then maybe he was happy that you were here. He believed in you, not only as a god but as a friend.”

“As... as a friend?”

“Yes.” She stood up and looked down at the flame. “I can be your friend too.”

The flame dimmed. Then it brightened. “I would like that. Thank you, Ariette.”

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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Let It Go (No Music, Just Vocals and Realistic Sounds)

This version actually seems better. The echoes (and the sound of her voice growing louder or softer with respect to distance) were a really good addition. I can tell that she's growing more confident as her singing progresses, like she doesn't care who might hear.

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Resharing.

Ambient sounds for writers

Find the right place to write your novel… 

Nature

Arctic ocean

Blizzard in village

Blizzard in pine forest

Blizzard from cave

Blizzard in road

Beach

Cave

Ocean storm

Ocean rocks with rain

River campfire

Forest in the morning

Forest at night

Forest creek

Rainforest creek

Rain on roof window

Rain on tarp tent

Rain on metal roof

Rain on window

Rain on pool

Rain on car at night

Seaside storm

Swamp at night

Sandstorm

Thunderstorm

Underwater

Wasteland

Winter creek

Winter wind

Winter wind in forest

Howling wind

Places

Barn with rain

Coffee shop

Restaurant with costumers

Restaurant with few costumers

Factory

Highway

Garden

Garden with pond and waterfall

Fireplace in log living room

Office 

Call center

Street market

Study room from victorian house with rain

Trailer with rain

Tent with rain

Jacuzzi with rain

Temple

Temple in afternoon

Server room

Fishing dock

Windmill

War

Fictional places

Chloe’s room (Life is Strange)

Blackwell dorm (Life is Strange)

Two Whales Diner (Life is Strange)

Star Wars apartment (Star Wars)

Star Wars penthouse (Star Wars)

Tatooine (Star Wars)

Coruscant with rain (Star Wars)

Yoda’s hut with rain ( Star Wars)

Luke’s home (Star Wars)

Death Star hangar (Star wars)

Blade Runner city (Blade Runner)

Askaban prison (Harry Potter)

Hogwarts library with rain (Harry Potter)

Ravenclaw tower (Harry Potter)

Hufflepuff common room (Harry Potter)

Slytherin common room (Harry Potter)

Gryffindor common room (Harry Potter)

Hagrid’s hut (Harry Potter)

Hobbit-hole house (The Hobbit)

Diamond City (Fallout 4)

Cloud City beach (Bioshock)

Founding Fathers Garden (Bioshock)

Things

Dishwasher

Washing machine

Fireplace

Transportation

Boat engine room

Cruising boat

Train ride

Train ride in the rain

Train station

Plane trip

Private jet cabin

Airplane cabin

Airport lobby

First class jet

Sailboat

Submarine

Historical

Fireplace in medieval tavern

Medieval town

Medieval docks

Medieval city

Pirate ship in tropical port

Ship on rough sea

Ship cabin

Ship sleeping quarter

Titanic first class dining room

Old west saloon

Sci-fi

Spaceship bedroom

Space station

Cyberpunk tearoom

Cyberpunk street with rain

Futuristic server room

Futuristic apartment with typing

Futuristic rooftop garden 

Steampunk balcony rain

Post-apocalyptic

Harbor with rain

City with rain

City ruins turned swamp

Rusty sewers

Train station

Lighthouse

Horror

Haunted mansion

Haunted road to tavern

Halloween

Stormy night

Asylum

Creepy forest

Cornfield

World

New York

Paris

Paris bistro

Tokyo street

Chinese hotel lobby

Asian street at nightfall

Asian night market

Cantonese restaurant

Coffee shop in Japan

Coffee shop in Paris

Coffee shop in Korea

British library

Trips, rides and walkings

Trondheim - Bodø

Amsterdam - Brussels

Glasgow - Edinburgh

Oxford - Marylebone

Seoul - Busan

Gangneung - Yeongju

Hiroshima

Tokyo metro

Osaka - Kyoto

Osaka - Kobe

London

São Paulo

Seoul

Tokyo

Bangkok

Ho Chi Minh (Saigon)

Alps

New York

Hong Kong

Taipei

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Over on AO3, I’ve posted chapter two on an ancient story I’ve been heavily revising and rewriting, mostly to force me to keep writing it but also so that by the time I’ve finished chapter five, the story itself will be ready for a bulk update on Fanfiction.net.

If you’re interested, I’d be grateful if you dropped a review (or two) and maybe even a kudos. Yes, updates will be forthcoming, but few and far between as this is a more ambitious story than my Gloryhammer adaptations.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21178223/chapters/52059697

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A ViewSync I threw together of the Gloryhammer original and a cover. It desyncs a touch when you get to the narration bit, but it checks out for the rest of the song.

https://viewsync.net/watch?v=UEweQ6OW80g&t=0&v=sXICetXfDac&t=1.48&mode=solo

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Every inch of me is trembling But not from the cold

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Literally me today.

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But if it is pointing to the left, and you swerve to the right, does that right-turn mean “doing that one RL thing because it is more important than writing even though I hate doing RL stuff”?

Enjoy this meme I made instead of writing

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I wish there were more Gloryhammer covers.

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Suitably grisly. 

"Ah, the highness himself. And Master Ralathor too. What an honor. Are you the one to judge me?"

Remember that dark, grisly scene I wrote for @tellmeoflegends "Beneath Cowdenbeath" story? Here's the artwork to go with it.

In short: The Questlords were Not Happy with having their unicorns tempered with and Zargothrax felt that with every strike... until he was past saving, though not in a physical way.

(On a related note this is my first ever painted piece. I'm proud of myself.)

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Thank you thank you thank you. Needed this.

Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Illegal Activity

Examining Mob Mentality

How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

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Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

crime lab

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Document Examination

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Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

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This is pretty cool!

Nessa on her day off

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Ralathor: Is there some kind of nerdy super-villain website where you get tesla coils and blinky dials?

Dreadlord Proletius: Actually, most of it comes from an outlet store in-

Zargothrax : Don’t answer that!!!

Proletius, whispering: .....Romania.

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Lore of the Terrorvortex

This was grabbed off of AZLyrics.com (and when the site decides not to crash upon opening the ninth lyrics -- apparently accessing one too many times on a single IP locks the site up, so mobile is your best bet). I’m not sure as to canonicity of this lore, since I do not have the CD booklet that came with Legends from Beyond the Galactic Terrorvortex, so take this with a grain of salt. A big thank you to the fine fellows of Gloryhammer for creating their fantastic lore!

Song names are included to put the lore into perspective. This is for all of the fanfic writers out there who want to have a modicum of canonical adherence to Gloryhammer (and/or extra stuff for their AU).

Into the Terrorvortex of Kor-Virliath

And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead. The wormhole was a truly terrifying plane of non-existence. Cosmic chaos swirled around the two eternal foes as they descended through space and time. Somehow, they could feel the presence of a third being within the portal... an entity of unimaginable power. But before Angus could ascertain the nature of this powerful force, he was thrust out of the wormhole... and Zargothrax was nowhere to be seen. Angus materialized in a place that seemed familiar... yet strangely alien. This was the Kingdom of Fife, perhaps from a time in the days of old. But it was somehow... different. The sky burned with a crimson fire, and the stench of goblin blood was thick in the air. Before him, where the Citadel of Dundee should be, stood a massive and terrible tower, a grand fortress of evil carved out of the very living rock. And atop this tower was a colossal statue of his arch nemesis... Zargothrax, the Dark Sorcerer of Auchtermuchty!

The Siege of Dunkeld 

The wormhole had transported Angus and Zargothrax to an alternate dimension! And somehow, Zargothrax had materialized at an earlier point in time, letting him conquer the entire Kingdom of Fife with nothing to stand in his way. With his Hammer of Glory unable to channel the powers of this universe, Angus could not defeat the evil wizard in combat, and was forced to retreat from the battle. Even with their mysterious battle-prayers to The Hootsman, the resistance armies had no chance. From a hiding place in the hills above Dunkeld, he watched in horror as Zargothrax's army slaughtered the inhabitants of the city, the final holdout against the forces of evil. Angus could not believe his eyes when he realized who was commanding the armies of chaos... it was none other than Ser Proletius, the Grand Master of the Templar Knights of Crail! What terrible enchantment had led the alternate-universe version of this noble warrior to fight on the side of Zargothrax?! 

Masters of the Galaxy 

The Knife of Evil, thought Angus. One of the three powerful relics of the Ancient Starlords... the other two of course being the Hammer of Glory and the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem. As he mused on the cruel fate of his once-ally Proletius, a shadowy figure approached him. If you seek to restore the Kingdom of Fife, whispered the mysterious figure, head north to the Land of Unicorns... you will find friends there. May the Hoots be with you. And with that, the figure disappeared. This is truly a strange universe, Angus said to himself as he took the shadowy denizen's advice and headed north to Achnasheen. The armies of justice in Dunkeld, and now this messenger... all worshipping the Hootsman as a God. But that can't be... he died in the Neutronic Transnova detonation of Earth, surely?

The Land of Unicorns 

Angus had finally made it to the secret base of the resistance army, hidden in the valley of Achnasheen in the Land of Unicorns. And he was surprised to find out the identity of the resistance leader... it was Ralathor, the Mysterious Hermit of Cowdenbeath! Ralathor?! he exclaimed. How did you get to this universe? That's not important right now, muttered Ralathor. What is important, is that you find a way to defeat Zargothrax. And I believe I know how to repair your hammer. Ralathor explained that the Hammer of Glory did not work in this dimension, as it needs to be charged with solar energy from a star in this universe. And the only way to do that, was to fly into space, and soar through the corona of the sun. But that's impossible! despaired Angus. Spaceships haven't been invented in this reality, there's no way for me to get to space. Not necessarily, replied Ralathor. There is a way...

Power of The Laser Dragon Fire

Heeding the words of Ralathor, Angus McFife XIII once again set out from the shores of Loch a' Chroisg on a perilous quest into the frozen lands of Caithness, in search of a mysterious ancient artifact of power... the Legendary Enchanted Jetpack. His quest would be perilous, and he would have to face many foes if he was to be successful. But he would quest nonetheless, for the Eternal Glory of Dundee!

Legendary Enchanted Jetpack

The quest had been victorious! With the power of the Legendary Enchanted Jetpack now at his disposal, Angus blasted off into space, thrusting upwards with incredible velocity, wielding the Hammer of Glory in his armor clad hands. His destination... the sun.

Gloryhammer

On the wings of his jetpack, with the newly invigorated power of the Hammer of Glory in his hands, Angus returned to the resistance base in the Land of Unicorns to prepare for the final assault on the evil sorcerer. Ralathor stood waiting for his arrival. It is time! bellowed Ralathor. Now that Angus McFife wields the power to defeat Zargothrax, we must strike! HOOTS FORCE, ASSEMBLE! Suddenly the waters of Loch a' Chroisg began to stir violently, and from the depths rose a great flying nuclear submarine, with the name DSS HOOTSFORCE' emblazoned on the side. This was the secret weapon of the resistance army! And with a glorious battle cry, the forces of justice set course to the Battlefield of Cowdenbeath, for the final battle against Zargothrax.

Hootsforce

Soon the epic battle would be fight. As Angus flew across the Highlands, towards his final destiny on the battlefields of Cowdenbeath, he thought back on the many battles he had seen in his life. Fighting goblins on the moon... destroying the Earth to save the galaxy... slaying undead unicorns in the streets of Strathmiglo... it was all leading up to this moment the one final battle to defeat Zargothrax for all time.

Battle for Eternity

Meanwhile, in the dread fortress of Dundee, the evil emperor Zargothrax was plotting his final nefarious act. He had discovered ancient scrolls of colossal power in the vast libraries of the Dundonian citadel, telling of the means by which he could gain unimaginable power. At the upcoming solar conjunction, by channeling the power of the Knife of Evil through an arcane incantation, he would transcend his mortal coil, and become an immortal god of the multiverse!

Fires of Ancient Cosmic Destiny

Even though Ser Proletius and his Deathknights of Crail had been defeated, the power of Zargothrax was still growing exponentially! It seemed now that even with the renewed power of the Hammer of Glory, the forces of justice would not be able to defeat him. Suddenly, when all seemed lost, a flash of holy light lit up the entire sky, and a being of unimaginable power descended from the heavens. It was the Hootsman! Angus realized he was the mysterious third entity he had encountered in the wormhole! The force of the detonation from his nuclear heart had not killed the Hootsman... it had merged his essence with the very fabric of reality in the terrorvortex, and he had transformed into a God! He had arrived into this reality long before the evil wizard... for thousands of years now he had looked down from the heavens upon the people of this dimension, and they had worshipped him. He had watched the arrival of Zargothrax and witnessed his bloody conquest across the land. He had seen as Angus McFife arrived through the portal and fought bravely in an attempt to save the kingdom. And now when all seemed lost... he himself would descend from the firmament and bring The Justice of Hoots to Earth.

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She looks both shy and ready to tear out your arms at the same time!

I’m lonely and bored. Someone talk to me before I have to go to bed. Is there something I should post? you wanna see wallpapers? or my 2nd attempt at a fem!Angus drawing? no? of course not. hm.. I made the perfect christmas edit btw.. I can’t wait to show it to you guys. when can I use a christmas icon without beind judged here anyway? Edit: Here is fem!Angus. I have no regrets.

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