#cannibal-nightmares rambles

[cannibal-nightmares]

that scene in the anime, steins final battle against Medusa, when he comes face to face w Marie and he hides his face in a childlike way, retreating inward and finding less solace within himself even in contrast to the death and turmoil around him

yeah that's the scene

that moment means so much to me

[cultofdixon]

Change Your Mind

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Alexandria was a new change for everybody, and it was obvious that some people weren’t fitting in right away…or at all. Sometimes it takes a push or someone you trust to help you get settled • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Scars / Nightmares / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Can’t we just. Leave it”

“No, we can’t just fucking leave HER” Daryl snaps at his brother after the two discovered a little girl hiding in the trunk of a tree clutching onto a knife she found while running.

The little girl tried to hide more in the tree when Daryl knelt before the hole after throwing his crossbow across his shoulders. He held his hand out to her, Merle expected her to stab him but was disappointed when she didn’t.

“We ain’t gonna hurt yea. But yea also can’t stay here…” He frowns already worrying for this child as he kept his offer out to her watching her shakingly accept. “Ain’t gonna let anybody hurt yea”

~

Daryl flinches when he felt hands on his arm but relaxed seeing Y/N latching onto him with a fearful expression to the gates of this new place opening. He brought his arm around her shoulders bringing his kid close and keeping her away from the new blood.

When the interviews happened, Y/N was allowed to be in the room with Daryl when his was happening. But the archer was kicked out when it was her turn.

“They ain’t gonna hurt her in an interview”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Daryl frowns waiting outside the door with Carol beside him as she didn’t trust it either.

But Y/N knew to book it if she was being threatened. She just sat there in front of Deanna as she rambled on about how safe Alexandria was. Her voice was just white noise until she got too close in her line of sight.

The two eavesdropping heard glass break and Daryl didn’t wait, especially Carol when it came to opening the door seeing Y/N backed herself into the corner of the room. She stumbled out of the seat resulting in the vase breaking and Deanna stepping back. But that key part almost made Daryl toss her away from Y/N.

“Sorry. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Y/N continued as the tears formed.

“It’s okay, it was an ugly vase anyway” Deanna stepped back when Daryl made his way over to check on his kid. “Her bandage was bleeding through and I wanted to check it for her but then I realized a bit too late that I shouldn’t have approached her”

“Yea think?” Daryl snaps checking for himself while wiping away her tears.

“It may need stitches…and we have a doctor here that can do it if you want—-“

“We’re fine” He frowns bringing her into his embrace. “I can take care of it”

And he did. The best he could. Daryl didn’t trust anybody in that place and it stressed him a bit when Y/N didn’t either. Hell, she’s still getting used to Rosita and them. The last time she let people in after Daryl, she was captured by the same fucks that took Maggie and Glenn at Woodbury. Didn’t help that one of them was Merle. He felt at fault for that and Terminus. But she didn’t freak out entirely except for when one of the cannibals sliced her face open and tried to kill him.

He’s afraid of doing more damage than anything else.

Y/N and Daryl were staying in Carol’s place and she couldn’t be happier. Daryl wasn’t the only one she was close to and Carol felt safer with her under her roof. Carol helped reapply a new bandage after making the teen shower after spending months without one. She wasn’t going to let her follow in Daryl’s disgusting footsteps.

“…I’m afraid there could be an infection, does it hurt a lot?” Carol frowns lifting Y/N’s chin moving her head carefully to check if the sweeping has gotten worse. “And don’t lie to me either.”

“It hurts a little…” Y/N frowns feeling her hand move away making her look to the floor out of instinct. “Do I really need stitches?”

“If it bleeds through again, it would be best…but the doctor here is sleazy…I wouldn’t want you to deal with him until you really have to. So we’ll stick with this, and if it bleeds…Daryl will take you”

“I don’t want my dad to hurt the guy…”

Carol never heard Y/N refer to Daryl like that before and part of her felt the joy that he will soon enough feel when she hears him call him that himself.

“If you come and get me, I’ll make sure that won’t happen. But he’s only gonna if the guy makes you uncomfortable in any way” Carol smiles to reassure her girl before letting her get situated in the bedroom they were in, by herself.

Daryl sat on the porch of the house watching the Alexandrians walk by heading to the party glancing in his direction in both confused and a happy manner. He sighs hoping he doesn’t scare anybody, he wants to make this work for the sake of Y/N. That’s all that matters.

The archer relaxes when he sees a pair of familiar red converse appear right beside him. Soon Y/N sat down beside him in a pair of sweats and a jacket covering her infamous Queen tshirt. She brought her knees to her chest like usual and gave him a short smile.

“Not goin’ to the party I see” Daryl smiles ruffling her hair which she protest but the laugh that escaped her made him feel better. “How’s your face?”

“Achey”

“Carol updated me and we uh. We’ll go to the doc if it bleeds again. Okay? I won’t leave yea alone either” Daryl reassures her moving the hair out of the way of her bandage.

“Is that why you’re not at the party…? Cuz Carol told yea I wasn’t leavin’”

“You’re my kid. I know things…besides. I ain’t going for myself” Daryl frowns, getting up from the steps and started heading down. “Wanna take a walk?”

The walk didn’t last that long given Aaron, the recruiter, spotted the two and invited them inside for dinner. He wasn’t going to leave his husband alone after what had happened so they made dinner and extra for certain guests. Aaron really had this planned out.

“We didn’t poison it. Clearly your dad is still standing should prove it” Eric laughs in a playful manner taking a sip of his wine while Daryl did indeed devour his plate of spaghetti.

Y/N looked down at her plate for a while longer before pretty much doing the same as Daryl by devouring her meal. It’s been too long since she’s had a good meal she thought and it would’ve been the reason for her tears because it’s so crazy to imagine finally having a break from all the chaos. But the sudden pain in her cheek took her mind away from everything. She covered for face for a moment feeling the bandage and looking at the residue that came off it on her fingers.

“You bled through” Daryl wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before checking how bad it was getting. “Need to see the doc…but it’s late”

“I can do it”

The two look at Eric confused as he got up from the table using his crutch to help him retrieve something.

“While I get what I need, how about you show Daryl what you wanted to show’em” Eric addresses such to Aaron as he got up taking his and his partner’s plate to clean up before showing Daryl the garage.

Daryl waited for two to return but as the two waited, Y/N grew anxious about the stitches that were inevitable. Her anxiety lead to Daryl’s and he was worried that Eric was going to mess up but he was going to be there. Even if Eric suggested Daryl see what was in the garage with Aaron while he handles it.

“I’m not leaving my…” Daryl pinches the bridge of his nose frustrated by everyone trying to separate the two. “I’m not leaving my daughter when y’all do this, alright?”

“Okay, that’s perfectly fine.” Eric reassures bringing his chair on the other side of Y/N for Daryl to sit so he could be on the side of her cut.

As Eric started to clean up the wound he couldn’t help but notice Daryl watching his every move. This was definitely one of the more protective pairing he has every met but he was always careful when it came to taking care of things.

After finishing up with the stitching and re-bandaging, finally Aaron showed Daryl the bike frame in his garage and the parts he’s collected. Y/N watches some light return to her dad when seeing everything that she knew he was starting to like this place for its little things.

So…she would give it a chance

Even if the wolves attacking and the chaotic inner wall situations happening brought more things to worry about

“I think it adds character for what it’s worth…” Y/N rests her head on Carl’s shoulder as he rolled his eye.

“Yeah? It’s even harder to read comics”

“I could always read it to you if you want.”

“Nah. You’ve got your own reading material. I just like the company” Carl states continuing with his comic even if reading gives him a bit of a headache. That’s to expect only a week after the incident.

Y/N manage to find some solitude in Alexandria which was the small library they had. But she still didn’t interact with many, only really Eric and Aaron when it comes to Alexandrians.

“Y/N, let’s go” Daryl calls from downstairs as Y/N got up from sitting next to Carl on his bed tossing her Tolkien book into her pack before heading out.

“Hey Y/N?” Carl calls out as she stops at his door giving him a smile. “Thanks for hanging out with me…thought I’d freak people out cuz yknow”

“It adds character development. Besides, I’ll be back tomorrow” Y/N continues to smile on her way out of the Grimes residence.

Daryl walks his kid back home which wasn’t far but enough to give her something before they entered the house. Y/N looks at him confused taking the book offered to her and flipping through the blank pages.

“Michonne said she used to journal when she was stressed in the old world. Thought that could help yea” Daryl rubs the back of his neck anxiously thinking Y/N would hate it but she smiled up at him.

“Can I draw in it?”

“It’s yours kid, you can do whatever you want with me” He smiles ruffling up her hair like he always did before heading inside with her.

The growling grew louder

Along with the screaming

Y/N laid helpless in the grass as the walkers drew closer

She couldn’t move

Couldn’t do anything

She was helpless

Y/N suddenly jolts awake resting her hands on her chest feeling the rise and fall happening quickly. She frowns seeing that it was still dark out and didn’t feel like waking anyone up to talk about it.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Hasn’t she been hanging with Carl?”

“Carl hasn’t seen her. I already bothered him” Daryl frowns leaving the Grimes residence to find Aaron looking just as lost as he was.

The second the archer drew close he was grabbed by Aaron.

“Have you seen Eric?”

“Why do you sound so panicked?!”

“Why are you returning the same energy!”

“YOU STARTED IT” Daryl snaps before holding his hands up in a halt position for both to take a second. “Sorry. I can’t find my kid”

“Help me find Eric and I’ll help find Y/N”

“Deal”

Finding Eric would be easier because Aaron knows his favorite places in Alexandria and he doesn’t go outside the walls often on his own. They tried the library given that would’ve taken out two birds with one stone since Y/N likes to be there but neither of them were there. Then it was to the gazebo, no Eric. Other more secretive areas that Aaron didn’t mind showing Daryl but given the blind spots he knew he took Eric out to those spots just for a moment alone.

The two came up empty and were walking the streets once more hoping one of them would pop out. Daryl was about to blow a fuse worrying about his kid when he felt something hit his head. Aaron bent down to pick up an acorn as they were confused given none of the trees within the walls dropped such and there weren’t much around the main street. Then both of them were hit with a few more making the two look up finding Eric sitting on the edge of the roof along with Y/N beside him doing something in her journal.

Aaron opens the door to the roof access as Daryl pushes his way through about to confront the two when he noticed all the art supplies on the roof…along with a few drawings and a painting in the works.

“Clearly Aaron didn’t find my note on the fridge” Eric laughs resting his hand on Y/N’s shoulder to indicate to her that he was going to leave a moment. “He always jumps to conclusions thinking I’ve left without notifying”

“Yeah but my—-“

“I was taking a walk last night and saw Y/N on your porch writing in her notebook. But she was also drawing. Didn’t pry her or anything but I got up here when I need space from it all…just giving her a spot to be alone if she needed it” Eric informs her dad as both were watching her be in her little bubble. “I should’ve told you but you were out with Glenn this morning”

Daryl stopped caring in that moment and went to sit with his kid. He watched her write a bit under the drawing she had done before the two came. Y/N shows him the entry in her book as he couldn’t help the smile on his face when seeing her drawings from memory of the camp back at the quarry and the house they currently live in.

There will always be a place for me is what the written entry that followed the drawings.

The archer wrapped his arm around his kid’s shoulders feeling her instantly rest her head on his shoulder.

“Nice job kid”

[bonetrousledbones]

question can you infodump about your Little Guys (atbb) to me because ive been following for like a year and i still dont totally understand them past papyrus au. they are really cool tho

oh my god ok so. first off atbb is the acronym for my ask blog @ask-the-bone-boys that's been on hiatus for a little over a year now. it was born in 2018 out of the annoyance of everything au-centered being sans and also a way to explore how the classic "aus get stuck in the original universe" fic trope would go if it was somebody from the "original" story leaving their universe instead. and also an excuse to make papyrus miserable to be fully honest

also also im going to preface this by saying i ship selfcest and there is some selfcest in this story ok if anybody has issue with that then uh. oopsies (i can explain the way i view it at another time if anybody;s interested but im already gonna ramble like hell here so not rn)

with that groundwork laid im gonna put this under a cut lmao dont click this

for the sake of organization- part 1: RUSS

STARTING AT THE BEGINNING so some very basic backstory for this Undertale Papyrus specifically is that he and his brother are twins, they grew up bouncing around several foster homes until they decided to run away to live in the woods on their 14th birthday, where they lived in a bigass tent for three years until Papyrus got badly injured and they had to get help from the townspeople, who uh kinda unofficially adopted them and thats how "they just showed up one day"

then more time passed and around 3 years after getting to the surface Papyrus was booted out of his universe by Mysterious Circumstances. he got a very bad introduction to the multiverse because the place he landed was my own version of horrortale, undermunch. there he meets Spooks!

i have a whole side-fic where you can read in better detail how this goes but basically monsters don't turn to dust in this world and also Spooks is a cannibal, which Papyrus doesn't know until he realizes he was fed spaghetti made out of a rabbit monster. IN addition to that, Spooks has very different magic from other aus, that being it's pretty much all concentrated into a kind of blue-magic-venom that comes out of his teeth like a snake.

Long story short Papyrus has to escape from Spooks somehow, and that's how he learns he's able to move through universes by himself. It still takes him a while to learn how to without being in a life-or-death situation, but that's ok because almost every other universe he goes to after that puts him into a life-or-death situation :>

and then FINALLY he gets spat out into a variation of Underswap, where he meets Honey. this one's a bit spoilery because i haven't finished writing this fic yet BUT its ok because this will be so so so disorganized. anyway so Papyrus is scared of Honey at first because he's been getting completely fucking obliterated by the multiverse (his leg is broken and he's wearing a chest plate he stole from a different papyrus who died in front of him) but Honey is relatively patient with him and lets him stay on his couch on the surface. This is where Papyrus gets the nickname Russ!

Russ is dealing with a broken leg when he shows up in this universe, so he stays with Honey for a little over three months while he recovers from that as well as (some of) the multiverse traumas he'd been collecting up to that point. The main things that he still can't shake are nightmares, trust/attachment issues, and EXTREME food paranoia. he refuses to eat anything he hasn't prepared himself, and even that can be a struggle. Also, because of how long he spent without getting it properly treated, his leg never fully heals.

He starts getting really really homesick the longer he stays in this universe. It builds up over his whole stay, but only starts to get Very Bad after he gets the cast off of his leg. Honey's home is extremely similar to his own home, and sometimes just seeing him and his brother interacting with each other makes Russ upset.

OH I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE CODEPENDENCY ok so at some point Russ just starts completely clinging to Honey and Honey doesn't know what to do about it so he just kinda. unintentionally feeds into it and this turns into Russ sleeping in Honey's bed and blah blah blah eventually this becomes a problem for Honey because he doesn't know how to address Russ's homesickness and clinginess without hurting him somehow even though Honey is extremely stressed and actively burning out

Then Russ overhears Honey venting to Undyne and feels. crushed. And he reacts incredibly rationally! By avoiding Honey as much as possible! But it does not take him long at all to break down and the two finally have a chat about boundaries. They work out a plan together that Honey thinks will genuinely help and Russ thinks will get himself off of Honey's back. The plan is that they'll figure out how to control Russ's world-hopping ability and get him back home.

The idea is that if he's able to control when and how he leaves, he can control where he goes. Then, when he inevitably lands in his home, he'll pop back in Underswap and tell Honey how it went. Because he can control it! Of course!

Honey gives him one of his hoodies and a photo camera to remember him by. Russ tries to figure out what it was in the past that might have helped him jump universes, which was the desire to be just about anywhere other than where he was at that moment. So, he just, thought about going home instead!

And it worked! And he left Honey's universe! And then he realized he didn't land at his home at all! And when he tried to go back to Honey's universe, he went somewhere entirely different as well! And he never saw Honey again! Wahoo!

This is the point where he just becomes a complete mess I'm not gonna lie to you, he starts drinking even though he really really REALLY hates alcohol, he only eats enough to stay conscious, he gets into fights just for the adrenaline rush, and only stays in one universe long enough to confirm it's not his home before either leaving for the next one or collapsing somewhere and hoping he doesn't get attacked while he sleeps for two hours

then he lands in Edge's universe and this needs a part two now OOPS

[brightside-brigade]

rambling about chapter 3! Under cut because spoilers and also long.

So, overall thoughts? I enjoyed this experience very much, although I feel some things could have been utilized or used better. Am I saying this because I wanted to see Catnap and the other Critters more? Kinda. I understand that this chapter was more back story oriented and not character oriented, and that kind of shows. But overall I won't complain toooooo much.

As far as everything else, it's good. We're getting into that now.

Let me talk about Catnap himself, or my nightmare baby as I've taken to calling him. Despite being under used for as much as he was hyped, I'm still very happy with his overall appearance. He's not actually a threat up until the end, but can be seen semi frequently throughout the chapter, constantly lurking and observing. Constantly stretching and contorting to find you wherever you may be. His legs are so stilted and stiff. Like fur stretched poorly over bones. As he's meant to be. His bones are visible, and it reminds me a bit of my own decrepit old cat.

As for his second form, I wish we saw a bit more of it. I can see a mix of inspirations in his design, obviously the Cheshire cat, but also the Caterpillar from Alice in wonderland, as guessed by his insect like appearance and the gas expelled, similar to how said caterpillar smoked and produced. I also see some xenomorph in there, looking at the tail and back, as well as his overall hunting patterns.

And for his "death", there's a good bit to be said, though I'm not sure how to word it. We didn't kill him at the end of his boss fight, rather just burned off all his fur. Although weakened he was still clearly alive. However he willing gave himself to the prototype, which given his character points make sense. Maybe the prototype gave him a less painful death than what we would have delivered, or perhaps he's not dead at all, not entirely anyway. He will hypothetically live on in the form of the prototype, but he could also be brought back in later chapters to some capacity Similar to huggy.

The rest of the Smiling Critters though, we do not know much about, apart from what we can gather from the audio in their cutouts. Which, while short, tell us a lot. The ones that stand out the most to me are Hoppy Hopscotch and Kickin' Chicken (who sounds like Ed). Also shout out to Picky Piggy. Cannibalism for the win! (Or maybe not, because its not the same species... hm.)

Hoppy sticks out to me due to how hopeless she sounds. It sounds like she's trying to calm someone (perhaps a child, unfortunately), into jumping "to the moon,". But if I had to guess, it wasn't actually to the moon and was instead a way out of the terrible situation, or maybe she really did think they could escape to the moon. However the last audio clip does have her screams, presumably as she falls to her death.

Kickin Chicken, though, is another story. The most obvious thing is that he's never actually been outside, mirroring the orphans, but it also mirrors his last moments before getting picked off just as he steps outside, possibly outside the playcare. This may have been during the hour of joy, but it also could have been at any time, something done to anyone who somehow escaped the playcare.

What really interests me is the cutouts that don't end in screams. This makes me wonder if Bobby Bearhug and CraftyCorn turned more violent then the others. This does include Picky Piggy, but that one is more obvious based on her audio.

Otherwise, we have Miss Delight. A robotic teacher, who as it seems, knows a lot about human organs. As all things should be. (/lh). It's also heavily implied she ate her sisters, and was highly violent and would have harmed the children if given the chance. If I had to guess, this was prevented by lights being on during the school as the light freezes her in place. She was also honestly under used, her encounter feeling a little too condensed. It's just one time, go go go, and then done. Once again I won't complain mush as this is a more lore oriented chapter.

Unfortunately this is why I have little to say on Poppy, Kissy, and Dog Day. As interesting as they were, Poppy was really just there as a lore vector, Kissy as an emotional grab, and Dog Day to... make us greatly uncomfortable? This isn't to say I don't like them, in fact, I love them! I just find myself wanting more, although maybe not of Dog Day because that was a nightmare on its own. Eugh.

What's really on me though is the overall lore. They really didn't pull any punches. Starting with the PT like section in home sweet home, in which the radios tell us about Elliott, and the child's body they found in his house that was missing bones and organs. You know it's probably on me for thinking he was chill, but. Uh. Damn man. Not cool. (Also shout out to that whole section for the hallucinations bit. Re-Village style, makes me very happy to see.). Of course, he was already dead and I suspect just as well he could have been set up by whoever took over the company.

The most viscerally upsetting thing is arguably the cribs in home sweet home. The broken and bloody toys inside them do not bode well. You look and just know something awful happened. And it did. This and one of the tapes in which a couple comes to pick up a child to adopt, only to find out he's been taken for testing. This paints an overall bleak and disgusting picture of the company, which is what we all suspected, but somehow even worse and more blatant. I'd say the whole hour of joy was warranted, in a way, minus the innocents that got caught up in it.

Aaaannnd there you have it! A very disorganized ramble about chapter 3. I overall had a great time! I can't wait to see how much worse/better it gets in the future.

[teejaystumbles]

BARKING A LOT AT THE IDEA OF A HANNIBAL AU!!! Absolutely no pressure to continue writing it I’m just PSYCHED someone thought of putting the two together. Something something Cannibalism can be something Incredibly Personal something something What is More Divine than the Consumption of What You Love Something Something YOU KNOW??? I’m not good at literary analysis or psychology unfortunately but I do adore themes and the ideas of Devotion from Hob that can be used and/or how it can develop into a continual chase for Dream and the twisted mindset of a Dream that came out from Burgress manor with the “all things must change” mindset but also with the “if all things must change I’m going to direct what that change is to fulfill my own needs and wants, and those needs and wants are about more than just protection of the self but also the destruction of those who have hurt me”. I’m rambling a lot sorry just, YEAH!!! LOVE your mind and creativity!!!!

I love your rambling, please do go on! I love all these points and possibilites and am still thinking about all of it!

The thing is, Dream is still unable to kill humans, because of the rules, right? But death is too kind a fate anyway for those who would harm the King of Dreams or his closest companions, his family. And Dream can be. Creative. Like he says to Death, he is the far more terrible of the two of them. But if he wants, needs someone dead, there is always Hob, who is not bound by any rules. So having him at his side is the ultimate goal for ensuring his and the Dreaming's future safety.

Combine that with centuries worth of longing and lust and loneliness and you have a nearly feral Nightmare who most of the time barely manages to refrain from simply devouring Hob whole. Which is a thing that makes my mind go BRRRRRRRR It would be a bit like the nightmare Hob is having in my short fic Spiritstalker... maybe I could use these ideas to create something additional for that, mmmmh.

[bluegekk0]

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i was going to take this one literally and talk about fpk digging for crabs at the beach, or something of that sort. but then i remembered the "why does everything evolve into crabs" question and i felt inspired to talk about some worldbuilding. veeery loosely based on the emoji, so sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for haha

so i've mentioned before that wyrms in the au aren't god-like creatures and instead are the closest thing this universe had to dinosaurs. their ancestors were small, but they evolved to grow into massive sizes and slowly took over the planet. of all the gigantic species that once roamed the world, wyrms were the last, all thanks to their strange ability to stop aging. the lack of sufficient food drove them to intense intraspecies competition and cannibalism, and so they eventually all died out (with the exception of fpk, who found a way to adapt)

so if wyrms and other giant creatures were the dinosaurs, then i guess that makes the lesser creatures the mammal equivalents here. they outlived their ancient contemporaries and became the dominant group, as they evolved into all the different species that can be found today. the whole group is most commonly referred to as bugs, but many of them do not resemble our world's insects at all. funnily enough, many would likely be classified under vertebrate thanks to the presence of skeletal structures that allow them to reach larger sizes and bipedal body plan. not to mention, the bleed red in the au, so their inner systems are also different to those of insects

but where do the gods come into this? they are present after all. the way i imagine them in the au, their most accurate title would be "guardians". with some exceptions, like the radiance and unn, they are not creators of life forms. instead, they guide the mortals, leaving clues in form of lore tablets, and they each have their own domain they are responsible for watching over (like dreams for the radiance, and nightmares for grimm). as for where they came from, i'm not quite sure. perhaps the first god was a strange mutation, or an extraterrestrial being. i referred to grimm and wl as the youngest generation of gods, so perhaps they're like greek gods in this area, as if, they have children that then join the pantheon of gods. though i imagine the dream realm itself to be a bit more like asgard from norse mythology - it's a realm for all the gods to reside in, and each of them has their own "hall" - this case, their individual sub-realms. for example, grimm's nightmare realm was one of them, it was once part of the dream realm, but was separated from it following his banishment - he can only enter the nightmare realm and is unable to visit the shared dream realm

i'm still brainstorming how much that impacts their influence in the regions they haven't originated from. for example, i think grimm and the radiance came from the territory that is now hallownest and the neighboring regions, and i guess that would mean they hold the most power here, which makes sense. but since grimm can collect nightmare essence outside of hallownest, then it can't be limited to just this territory. i'll figure something out eventually, i think there are many directions to go in with this. and i like the idea of different regions having different "dominant" gods, so i'd love to explore and experiment with that

this is definitely in the confusing rambling territory but i've always enjoyed thinking of the world in the au in this kind of context. magic is interesting, but i've always been more drawn to, i don't know, i guess a speculative evolution/biology kind of direction? it's still in the fantasy territory since it doesn't match reality 1:1, but i guess i just enjoy having a slightly more grounded approach. well, aside from the gods hahaha

[vickyvicarious]

Lately I'm totally stuck on the song Wax & Wane by Alana Henderson. I love it.

And the more I listen to it, the more I keep thinking of Marcille. (I feel like it'd be great for a fanvid of her, particularly when the entire series is animated.) But regardless, I can line it up so well with her story, so I just wanna ramble a bit about the lyrics now.

Under the cut for spoilers for the whole manga and length.

The song's clearly originally about a het relationship breaking up, but I don't have to interpret it that way! It gets better for her the further in the song you get, in my opinion.

I could blame our partin’ For the fact that I’m not startin’ All my mornings at the time they ought to start And I could summon up a sisterhood Cry lead me out of widowhood But that is melodrama on my part

Least fitting lines in at the beginning, but you could still sort of make them work in a fanvid at least, with slow reaction/not being ready or prepared, being caught off guard, being dramatic and then taking it back every time with food. It makes me think more of lighthearted stuff mostly, though also perhaps with Falin's original death scene maybe?

I could blame my grieving On the fact that I’ve been leaving Us behind, the ones we were when this began But I have rose-tinted us ruby And I’ve conjured up a new me Who bent freely to her newly molded man

Marcille remembering dead Falin and also her father can be the 'rose-tinted' and the newly-molded man could sorta be the life she leads now. In a sense, she's idealized both of them and their happy times with her, without being willing to linger on the negatives. Even though those drive her completely.

But we bent and we broke and I meant what I spoke And the blame game does not produce a winner We went as far as we could go, we had to go that far to know That we had nowhere left to aim And no one left to blame but The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide

This refrain matches so well with the dungeon living pushing her (and all of them, but her especially as this is her song to me) to her limits and beyond as they go deeper. I picture this first refrain as earlier, the first effort to go back and get Falin back, and succeeding but only briefly.

And I could blame my parents For my vices so inherent That I cannot shake them much as I may try But how much have I inherited Or picked up since I was a kid? That nature versus nurture paradigm I could blame wrong turns that I take On decisions that my head makes Then trace each error right back to my heart And is it broken ‘cause you toyed with it Or was it formed with a little split That grows each year further and further apart

My favorite Marcille verse. It matches so well to her grief (often in advance) for her loved ones' shorter lifespans, and the way she never fit in growing up. Is the enormity of this desire due to her parents giving her this half-elf life, or is it her own personality focusing on it too much by dedicating herself to studying to 'fix' it? Is her heart broken because Falin died too, or is this something that's always been building, only increasing the more she pursues this path... (Stuff like the nightmare attack, or that one scene where she has to animate everyone with necromancy and it's funny up until you see her break down after and realize how terrible that would have been for Marcille in particular...) But we love and we lose and we lash-out and we bruise And the name of the game’s just the living We go as far as we can go we’ve got to go that far to know That we have everything to gain By knowing we can blame The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide

You have to eat to live! Pushing further into the dungeon! This time around I see it as much later scenes, as they work to get monster!Falin back. Even when that means going against other people, even when it means planning on (arguable?) cannibalism, etc.

And so I look to Karma And if I try not to harm another I will not be harmed by anything

This one bit actually really makes me think of Falin, but it also in a way matches a more naive earlier mentality, before the various characters all accept that in order to live they have to eat (and thus hurt other things). Not to mention, it leads in well to Marcille becoming the dungeon master because she wants to protect her friends and also wants to extend everyone's lifespans. She doesn't want to cause any harm, at least in her eyes. But it rapidly goes wrong throughout the rest of the verse:

If I salute the magpie, knock on wood Will I be doing any good? Am I strung up or do I pull the string? Will the fact I cling too tightly To my dreams come back and bite me Am I trying to make a science of an art? And will the very fate I wish to woo Be the one that I undo By thinking I can steer this crazy cart

Dungeon master Marcille here! It's perfect for all of those parts of her story. Getting the power to control things on such a huge scale, but being manipulated and lacking control over herself. Her dreams and desires overtaking her, leading to destruction, the warped version of her father and life with her friends that are offered to her. Her efforts to try and steer it...

But I’ll live and I’ll learn And I’ll light and I’ll burn ’Til the flame simmers down to a spark I’ll go as far as I can go I’ve to go that far to know that I have everything to gain By knowing I can’t train The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide

And then the endgame! She struggles to get it back, to undo what has begun. Her friends reaching out to her and her realizing this is as far as she can go, pushing too far was wrong. Accepting the possibility of Falin's death being permanent, accepting death in general. The lingering changes pointing out ways they didn't and couldn't achieve everything they wanted, like Falin's legs, Laios's inability to get close to monsters, Marcille's loss of the desire to do her hair. I never said it was your fault I only wanted to blame someone I never said it was your fault I only wanted to blame someone The moon’s wax and wane and the turn of the tide

And the final refrain is more of that acceptance. Marcille didn't precisely want to place 'blame' but she wanted to see it as a problem that she could fix, rather than accepting life and death (which = the moon's wax and wane and the turn of the tide).

[foureyedentity]

“…. Please tell me this is a nightmare.”

“Far from it, actually. I assure you;

I am very real.”

Welcome!

If you’re finding yourself here, you likely have a love for things that go bump in the night.

So do I. :>

This blog is centered around my up and coming passion project, Blood Is Sweeter Than Silence, a mystery romance where a young woman returns to an old life she thought she’d left behind, and rediscovers that the secrets the town held when she’d run from it had not been as much of her imagination as she’d been made to believe.

This series will be rated YA, and this blog and it’s accompanying books will contain themes of:

Cannibalism.

Mental illness and society’s reaction to and treatment of it over the years.

General violence.

Bodily mutilation.

Hate crimes.

Psychological horror.

Manipulation.

Topics of abuse, emotional, physical, and sexual.

Demons, angels, cryptids, and all that is supernatural.

The meaning of life.

Death.

Explorations of what comes after death, for multiple people

Unhealthy habits/carrying on the cycle of abuse

PTSD

Suicide and self harm.

And what it means to be human and come out the other side with a want and the ability to heal from such horror.

This story also has multiple LGBT characters, and dabbles lightly in gender dysphoria as well as everything else.

If you cannot handle these topics, I ask that you please move along.

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[hd-fan-fair]

FIC: IT IS NOT A HOUSE

Title: it is not a house Creator: Anonymous Prompt: #30 Food Theme: People eating house Travel Theme: Arctic Rating: Explicit Warnings/Content Notes: Psychological Horror, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Blood and Gore, Mostly Implied Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Getting Back Together, Doomed Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Porn with Feelings, Nightmares, Trapped, Isolation, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Power Dynamics, Light Dom/sub, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Sharing a Bed, Draco Malfoy In Love, POV Draco Malfoy Summary: There are many stories that can happen in a forgotten house, in the middle of the Arctic. Heart-warming tales about human connection and finding the essence of the self. Epic love stories. Warnings about the hubris of human explorations. This is both none of the above and a bit of all. This is a horror story. Word Count: 43,390 Creator’s Notes: There is every haunted house story, of course, but one poem in particular that not only haunted me since i heard it, but also graciously provided me with a few titles: Ash, by Tracy K. Smith. As ever, thanks to the amazing mods for organising this fest. it is extremely dear to me. thank you, as well, for your continued flexibility with deadlines. Thanks to my friend C, for listening or at least not protesting, to my incoherent ramblings. thanks to A, for not only beta reading but also encouraging and improving (it's much worse now, she's amazing). ( it is not a house )

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

You know because I was wondering and...because I always keep making these comparisons. But considering the creativity horror can have online. Whether it be "Old footage" and whatever else, but I want to get to the point.

The idea of a fake documentary or more so something like...showcasing Alastor before he was dead and it's straight up the original The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. But instead, it takes place in the 1920's in New Orleans when this dude is having the time of his life being a radio show host. And in his down time, he's killing people.

Granted, considering from what I've noticed in the official series, some details may have changed from pilot. I'm talking about accents and whatever else. And I'm while aware of some things they talked about with Alastor as a character before the show premiered.

Okay, the comparison to that one character is interesting...and the fact one people thinks he wasn't a cannibal when he was alive...yes, I'm aware this is the wiki. They always say you can't trust it even though sometimes you can.

Whatever gets revealed. To be honest, when you really think about it. If you were to put Alastor into something like a horror film. That dude would be fucking terrifying. Yet that's because I'm kind of stuck thinking this dude's past life was a fucking nightmare if you knew who he really was.

I just wanted to ramble about that. Also, for the soundtrack because I'm listening to the OG TCM soundtrack...maybe some similar music to that. But mix it with radio music from the 1920's.

Edit update

"The New Orleans Radio Massacre"

I just copied that from what I just told a friend of mine. That is me trying to give a name to whatever America would call Alastor's...crimes after he was killed. Because if I recall right and it could be still there. I learned that the hidden x on his head was where he was shot at. But again, I could be wrong, but this was all information before the show aired.

[cannibal-nightmares]

[I walked back into work from a service order]

co-worker: "[cannibal!] You're back!! And you didn't kill anybody!"

me: "Heh. [...] I commend you for thinking I might have the capacity."

[that-angry-noldo]

alright i had the wildest dream so buckle up.

So there's this elf, right. I have no idea what's his name. It may or may not have been Gwindor. Anyhow, Morgoth's very excited he managed to capture him, right? He carries him around the fortress babbling gleefully in his deep metallic voice while Gwindor is struggling for his life not to get crushed by Morgoth's fingers (he's carrying him in a fist). They pass this thing that resembles both cage and refrigerator. It's made out of black iron and is giant. "Neat design", I note as I see dead elves hanging on the bars like some bugs. (I have to steal it for myself because Morgoth absolitely would™). We can catch a glimpse of some elf inside. Poor thing. Anyways, moving on. Morgoth continues rambling excitedly, presumably about how and when will he torture Gwindor. Gwindor tries his best not to faint (me too, mate), when Morgoth suddenly decides he's hungry. He sets Gwindor on a giant table and goes to the cage. It takes him a few minutes, during which my mind goes from "yipeeee cannibalism time heheee" to "oh no WAIT no um no that's rated 18+ and we're 17 DO YOU REALLY WANT US TO WRITE A CANIBALLISM SCENE IMAGINE TAGGING ALL OF THAT naaah mate" so unfortunately for Morgoth, from this point on the dream turns from dark and grim torture porn into a lesson about... power of friendship?? Anyways Morgoth, for whom my mind had to create a believable reason not to eat elven flesh in 2 seconds, begrudgingly turns around and grabs Gwindor again, because now that he doesn't want flesh he needs to go to kitchens and he doesn't want Gwindor hiding under a couch (the furniture in the house is GIANT by the way) so he puts him inside a cage. May I remind you that it's decorated with dead elves and absolutely stinks. Gwindor lays shellshocked, as do I, when a voice from the above floor of the cage says "yo mate, do you want to escape?" so Gwindor goes "UM YES OF COURSE I WANT TO ESCAPE??? THIS IS LITERALLY A NIGHTMARE" and the voice from above says "cool follow me"

cue to epic escape montage during which my mind lets me know that the other two elves on the cage are daeron and EONWE?? EONWE DEAREST THE HECK YOU FORGOT AT MORGOTH'S??? anyways they escape in what is basically epic anime montage (eonwe is the anime protagonist. i am as confused as gwindor and daeron) and head to nargothrond. ON THEIR WAY they meet Finrod and Co and fight them because come on morgoth a king of nargothrond on a suicide quest?? you gotta do better than that. (I AM FINROD APOLOGIST. I'M GRITTING MY TEETH BECAUSE THIS IS FINROD AND CO SLANDER. IN MY DREAM. WHICH MY MIND CREATED.) they end their fight convinced that it is finrod and eonwe says "cool mate i'm gonna join you y'all sound awesome". all the time finrod is going ???? in his mind. same, finrod, same.

i wake up leaving Gwindor and Daeron very confused, Eonwe on Lay of Leithian quest beating Sauron's ass, and Finrod faintly whispering "this wasn't in the script" and "none of these words are in the bible". now, can someone please explain me WHAT THE HECK this was and how do i sign up for more.

sincerely, your angry noldo.

[pelle-ohlin]

I wish I never listened to you and believed the bullshit that life would be better.

I wish poor Charlie didn’t lay around so depressed half the time he couldn’t get up.

I wish my dad never got sick--that he didn’t have the highest blood pressure of his life while they were biopsy-ing a potentially cancerous mass from his throat.

I wish I could talk to my baba.

I wish I never started working at the tech company. It fucked everything up.

I wish I could forgive myself for ruining my life in so many ways.

I wish I never met Jeremy or adopted Charlie. Both of them haunt me, even though one of them is still here.

I wish I could go back to Old Zyrgoth.

I wish I could go back to Amsterdam. I know Vraethir was poisoning me. This time I would strangle him and bash his brains in and take his place.

I wish I never grew so depressed that I can’t even write anymore. I wish I wasn’t so upset that half the time I can’t even get up off the couch.

I wish my mom wasn’t so self-centered and I wish I knew what drugs she was taking.

I wish I could see my grandma again.

I wish someone would help me, but at the same time, I don’t.

I wish the stars would fall from the sky and fuck us all.

I just want to go back.

I wish I went to school for computer science.

I wish I could do what they did to the credit card companies at the end of Fight Club.

I wish I could start a fucking fight club and bash someone’s fucking head in

I wish my life wasn’t over. I wish I hadn’t fucked up so bad.

I wish I never got back on drugs. 

I wish I could just fucking gamble. I wish you didn’t interrupt me while I was actually having fun. 

I wish I didn’t feel sorry for Charlie and my parents.

I wish i could be back in Woodstock.

I wish I could be in London in 1969.

I wish the disjointed screaming and nightmare visions would stop. 

I wish you would stop lying and saying you understand.

Yesterday the doctor said to me, “I know OCD when I see it. I know autism when I see it. I know schizophrenia when I see it.” What do you think this means?

I wish I could go to Norway, to the fjords where Valfar took all those pictures from the shirts that I have 7 copies of, and just scream bloody fucking murder to no one until I tore my voicebox out. Alone.

I wish I went with Jens. That’s the opportunity that comes only once in a lifetime. 

I wish I could find Crowley’s dybbuk box.

I wish I could bash my head against the wall again, and again, and again, and again.

I feel so guilty for feeling this way even though I’m “healthy” and “young”.

I wish this was all a nightmare.

I wish more people understood that having a brain this fucked up is a terminal illness.

I wish that it wasn’t going to snow.

I wish I could make you feel as bad as I do, and transfer all my pain to you.

I wish I never met Christopher or any of them, so I never got an illusion of success.

I wish I never started working at that fucking company.

I wish I didn’t ruin the lives of everyone around me with my own fucked up selfish insanity.

I wish I had more Vitamin C. TREMENDOUS HEALTH BENEFITS.

I wish you could cure cancer with a tire iron.

I wish I could talk to Kelli again, only for an hour.

I wish I could go to Ohio and visit her grave.

I wish I could see Lovecraft’s grave too.

I wish the economy would collapse, and the country would cannibalize itself, and that everything that ever plagued me financially would be forgotten.

I wish I could go to Las Vegas. 

I WISH ALL THE TELEPHONE LINES WOULD GO DOWN. THE INTERNET. ALL OF IT.

I wish ANYONE WHO EVER KNEW POWER WOULD FALL SO HARD AND SO FAST THAT EVERY BONE IN THEIR BODY WOULD CRACK, THEN I COULD ROLL AROUND IN THE PIECES.

I WISH MY BRAIN WASN’T SO FUCKED UP.

I WISH THE RAMBLING WOULD STOP.

I wish I could turn the world inside out and that it had pretty pink veins beneath the surface and everyone would crawl on them like dogs into the mouth of Azathoth.

I wish everyone else was crazy and I was the sane one. 

I wish I could talk to David.

I wish my brain would stop screaming. Screaming. Screaming.

I wish I could sit with David back in time.

[eric-the-bmo]

Tell me more about Ven pls!!

Oh!!!!!! Oh Ven my beloved!!! He’s so awful okay where do I start oh goodness-

{warnings for mentions of cannibalism, manipulation, memory loss, and suicide ideation}

Also all of this is from memory, I haven’t checked his character document in like half a year-

So! Mechanically speaking, Ven is a dnd character I have yet to play (im so sorry, ive got you intrigued by my dnd oc), but I’ve planned out events in my head and he essentially functions as a whump oc, my funky little pathetic magician who will be covered in blood. In regards to Dungeons and Dragons, he’s an Aberrant Mind Sorcerer with the Haunted One background <3

He likes poetry, peppermint tea, the color green, and would really just prefer to live peacefully in Meadowvale with his wife. He’s quiet and a bit nervous, and is reluctant to admit he has magic and has a habit of talking to himself. He dislikes being pushed on certain topics and will erupt in anger if continued to be pushed, and will often stalk off to read poetry to calm down (nerd). He also likes cooking, and carries around a journal that functions as both a poetry book and diary. He has very long fingers, a sign that his body has already begun to change from delayed ceremorphosis. I’m uh, I’m not the best at describing personalities? Maybe I’ll ramble more but here’s his backstory:

Ven showed up to Meadowvale around 8 years ago and bought an empty bookshop to use as his own. He was very religious and never spoke much about his past, even to Ophelia, the captain of the guard who would eventually become his wife. The two of them got married, and it rained, but that was okay. A little over a year ago in the current timeline, he suddenly disappeared. Search parties were sent out but to no avail, and eventually Ophelia hired a passing adventuring party (who called themselves the Dice Crew, and might lowkey be wanted by the law) to go find him. They did in fact find him, in the woods, and while he was a bit apprehensive they managed to bring him back to her. Unfortunately what they didn’t realize was that during his time being missing, he was being held captive in a mind flayer lair (hooray!). He had fit the requirements for the ceremorphosis process, and so an illthid tadpole was inserted into his brain via his eye. Before it was inserted, however, he prayed to every deity he could think of, begging for them to come save him. None of them did, of course, and in his last moments before the parasite ate away at him he vowed to never worship them again. Anyway he has Extreme Memory Loss, and one of the only things he remembers is that the gods did not help him (help him with what, exactly, he doesn’t remember). (Also fun fact it’s implied there are other people like him who got implanted with parasites, hooray)

He eventually get reaccustomed to everything, but due to so many townspeople worrying over him he eventually felt,,, guilty? He dislikes being pitied, and perhaps if I had the words I could explain it better. This is around the time he starts to develop some sort of PTSD from what happened- disliking things going near his eyes, panicking whenever he sees a tadpole or some kind of multi-legged bug, nightmares he can’t quite remember. Ophelia tries her best to help him (genuinely let’s acknowledge how she’s also going through a lot atm, we love Ophelia in this household) This is also when the parasite residing in his brain starts to act up. More migraines, sleepwalking (*cough* it’s possession *cough*), things like that. The parasite also communicates with Ven, although since he doesn’t know of its existence, he merely thinks it’s his own thoughts, and often speaks out loud “with himself” to try and figure out his thoughts. Cere essentially functions as intrusive thoughts, self-hatred and anxiety for Ven. One day in the summer a man enters the shop with a dagger and threatens to kill Ven, implying he knows the poet. Ven, having no recollection of this man, tries to deesculate the situation. The stranger lunges at him, and in this moment of stress- Well, his body’s psionic magics have slowly been building up for a long time. With all of it suddenly being unlocked, well... the man was torn apart, and Ven entered a panic attack. Unbeknownst to himself, he used his magic to make Ophelia hide the body, and he was afraid of this newfound sorcery. His guilt over being a supposed burden to his wife, as well as all of his guilt over murdering a stranger/ his anxiety over being found out, his fears of hurting Ophelia with his magic... There were a lot of factors, one of them being Cere’s manipulation, of course, that pushed him to leave. He reasoned that if he became an adventurer, he could find a way to get rid of his horrible magic. He secretly gathered up everything he felt he needed to become an adventurer, and on his and Ophelia’s wedding anniversary they spent the entire day together. It was nice. He left in the middle of the night, with a letter on the counter explaining why he had gone. He promises her he will write to her (there will be no address listed, to prevent her from tracking him down. He wants to do this himself.), and that he will come home eventually.

While he doesn’t have a good grasp on his magic yet (sometimes accidentally using it), he has a good enough grasp that he can manipulate it enough to avoid killing anyone with it. AKA, his spellcasting primarily focuses on Utility, Enchantments, Area of Effect, anything besides violence, although he does have a few small-damage spells. Despite having a green color palette, his magic is purple, a color that’s primarly used for Ceremorph. When using his Metamagic or using extra Spell Slots (AKA when he uses too much magic ig), it will result in a nosebleed.

Eventually Ven will discover the parasite in his brain, as well as the fact he’s becoming a mind flayer, and it just overall won’t be a very fun time for him (he has a horrible mental breakdown and temporarily goes insane, because the way he finds out is that he blacks out and wakes up in the middle of eating a man’s brain). I’ve a few scenes in mind, such as him considering bashing his head against the wall. My personal favorite is where he considers staking himself with the tools from his monster hunting kit, because isnt he a monster? Isnt it better to destroy himself now, rather than watch himself become worse? He’ll decide against it, saying he promised Ophelia he’d come home. (It’s also because even I don’t want him to die like that, that’s too dark for me. I want this poet to get better.)

he has such low self esteem, he doesn’t want to bother people and so he doesnt bring up his trauma at all and feels bad when he needs to be comforted. He has religious trauma and an avoidance coping mechanism and it’s so terribly bad, bestie u cant run from the parasite in ur brain. He wants to help others to try and prove he’s not a bad person, that he’s not a monster, and despite making bad decisions he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He likes cooking, eventually he’ll only be able to be a cannibal. He’s a bit of an asshole. He’s against murder and will try to find another way to apprehend enemies, but hates the Gods and will in fact try to stab one (with the Stranger’s Dagger, mind you, because I love parallels), deep down he’s worried he did something that caused him to lose the Gods’ favor. He’s got PTSD from two fucking events, I want him to hallucinate. Ophelia deserves to be really pissed at him. He’s gonna have a horrible time, I want him to have a happy ending after everything he’s gone though.

He’s my pathetic little poet and I adore him, he’s in a psychological horror movie <3

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MANS RLLY JUST ASKED HIM OUT ON A DATE STRAIGHT UP

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in episode 5 when red guy makes his observation about the tv show duck is watching, that really sums up what the entire horror and concept of the series is, no matter what goes wrong, who they meet, or what lessons the trio learns it always goes back to how it was by the end of the episode

except for episode 5. theyre lost theyre cold theres something horrifying and unidentifiable just off screen but the next episode starts the same way it always does. theyre back in the house and going about their day as if nothing happened

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Episode 3; a summary

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webseries roy: i created a literal living nightmare just to torture my son because i hate him so much i want him to suffer and die and kill himself

tv roy: i murdered and cannibalized an entire family to save my son because they were fucking with my son

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[mrbexwrites]

happy STS!! a slightly grimmer one today - what can make you abandon a project? do you ever truly abandon projects or do you just shelve them for later?

Hi Cee :) Happy STS!

I have a few WIPs that have been started and then shelved for later, and have been for years. I always intend to come back to finish them, but I just feel so overwhelmed at how much more I have to write to even get them finished. (I have a High Fantasy series that I started when I was about 15 years old that I have been chipping away at for years. I started the thrid book about ten years ago, wrote about a third of it, intimidated myself about how much I had to write, how I didn't feel like I had to the skills to write it, etc etc, and haven't touched it in about ten years- at least!) I have abandoned two projects, mostly because I wasn't enjoying writing the story. I didn't have any scenes that I was looking forward to writing, which is normally something that really motivates me. I write in chronological order- which is why writing Memento Mori out of sequence has really buggered me up and editing it is a friggin' nightmare!- and having those juicy scenes waiting to be written is mostly what drives me. It's like a little treat for all the hard work and slot with the exposition & character building that I try to slip in.

As I've progressed as a writer, and looking back at older projects, the reasons those projects have been abandoned whilst I've chipped away at others, is because the characters don't have an arc. I have a solid outline, but no character development of any sorts, so it just feels flat. I've tried to build on the character's wants vs their needs when I've been writing my more recent WIPs that I share on this blog, which has helped me develop most of my plots.

Maybe one I'll go back to them and pick them back up, but at the moment, I want to keep going forward with my new stories. Sometimes, really good elements/concepts that I liked from my abandoned WIPs get cannibalized or recycled into my current ones, so they're still around- like ghosts haunting my newer WIPs! (Keeping up the grim theme of your ask!!)

These days, being a marginally better writer than I was when I was 15 (I hope!!), I will continue to slog through my first draft, as I know that it can be improved upon with subsequent drafts and feedback. Younger me had to have that *perfect* first draft, which is what probably led me to feel so overwhelmed. I'm still a perfectionist, and really have to walk myself back at times- a finished, but unhinged, first draft, is better than a polished, but unfinished, draft of any kind!

As always, thanks so much for the ask, and sorry for the long rambling response! I always enjoy psychoanalyzing why I am the way I am!! XD