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goryhorroor · 1 day
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horror sub-genres: lovecraftian/cosmic
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miskatonicaquarium · 3 days
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The King in Yellow by Deimos-Remus
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WET ONE
by Karen Main
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theartofasty · 3 months
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Every now and then I have to post pics like this to remind everyone all my art is traditional and that I look too much like a caveman to be doing digital art
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whereserpentswalk · 5 days
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Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.
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signerjarts · 1 year
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“The North Sea Crone”
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lucidpeech · 5 months
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the princess' love
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theotherhappyplace · 7 months
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Finished this pixel art animation loop for The Other Happy Place game!!!
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bethanythebogwitch · 5 months
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Silent Hill kinda strikes me as the anti-cosmic horror. Cosmic horror is all about how insignificant and meaningless you are compared to these unknowable forces and entities before whom concepts like good and evil are meaningless. In Silent Hill, however, the unknowable force is deeply interested in you and you personal problems and has a sense of morality and this is a very bad thing for you.
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skyscrapergods · 3 months
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has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff
You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.
The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.
You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?
It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.
You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.
That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.
So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.
You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.
You are surrounded by flies.
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rancidooze · 6 months
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miskatonicaquarium · 3 days
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Cosmic Horror by MyEpicRilla
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heckingheckonaheck · 2 years
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ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ATTENTION!
URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT!
THE JWST HAS TAKEN TEST IMAGES THAT WERE JUST RELEASED
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LOOK AT THIS PICTURE DUDE!!! IT’S SPACE BUT LIKE INSANELY FAR AWAY!!!
JWST EVEN TOOK A SELFIE!!! (you gotta appreciate that near not blurry photo… it is hurtling through space at 720 MPH)
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HERE’S A FEW MORE PHOTOS!!!
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THERE IS A LOT MORE AVAILABLE AT NASA’S JAMES WEBB TELESCOPE FLICKR PAGE. THERE ARE EVEN GRAPHS!!!
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LOVECRAFT MEETS GRIMSHAW 
by Oliver Wetter
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theartofasty · 3 months
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Hi, today's my 28th birthday and to celebrate I would love if you could help me out with liking and sharing my art :3
Also if you're feeling generous and wanna get me a present, I accept tips on Ko-Fi, I'm currently gathering funds for a camera so I can start making videos of the process of my paintings!
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doctorslippery · 8 months
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