#do i cw for dereality themes..?

[prixoruno]

dont ask me how, i dont know either

[this-insidious-dawn]

This Insidious Dawn is a dark fantasy IF wherein you play as a vampire, employed under the clandestine League of the Third God to hunt down anything -- everything - that does not belong in this world. But you do not belong here either, Warden. Demo tba.

☼ SYNOPSIS

The League saved you. Rewrote your life- gave you a chance to be more than a bloodstarved vampyr. Or did they?

You remember nothing of your past before the League; nothing but blood and indescribable agony, nothing but the thrumming of your heart stilling- and then beginning again, stilted and wrong. That was over a decade ago, the memories now faint and the connection quivering. They've been replaced, overwritten by years of blades clashing, body aches, and hollow hunger.

You started out weak. Starving, skin-and-bones, desperate for any reprieve you could get your hands on. Now, you're strong, each hunt -- each cut - giving you just enough energy to keep your worn body going. Some people would call it cruel, to keep a sentient being on the edge of death. Most people, though, would say that you're a vampire, so you hardly count as sentient.

Regardless of the morality of it, the method was effective. You were one of -- no, the most - efficient Warden the League had to offer.

And then a hunt went wrong. And now you're dead. But- a vampire (no, not a vampire; a vampyr) can never truly die. So you're back. But is it really you?

☼ FEATURES

↠ Customize your Warden. Appearance, gender, pronouns, and personality are all up to your choices as the player.

↠ This is a psychological horror first and foremost. It will have themes of dehumanization and derealization, amongst others. CWs will be offered.

↠ A character-driven plot where your choices impact the story.

↠ A cast of four consisting of The Acolyte, The Commander, The Savior, and The Forgotten, any of which you can optionally romance no matter your Warden's gender.

☼ CAST

↠ THE ACOLYTE

As with any vampire, you are accompanied by an acolyte to keep you in check and ensure that your hunts go well- as well as to mend any Gorges that riftspawn might crawl out of. Constantine Nimecidus fills this role, in your case (ae/aer). Ae is sharp-tongued, with a chronic lack of patience towards the people and world around aer, and can come across as snappy or rude. In other instances still, aer sarcastic, dry, and often untimely humor can offer a quick relief from the tension of any situation- or make it several times worse. Despite aer casual, laidback nature in the face of most events, ae places utmost importance on aer job, and quickly becomes intense whenever ae feels as if ae or aer position are being in any way threatened. You've spent years going on hunts with aer at this point, but the connection has never transcended the necessary 'I save you, you save me' exchange. Ae seems wary of you.

Constantine is a bit shorter than most, standing at 5'3. Ae has broad shoulders and hips, and is thickset with both muscle and fat. Aer amber skin is dappled with symmetrical pale patches, especially prevalent around aer eyes and mouth, and the lack of pigmentation has bled into aer hair in some spots, giving the dark auburn eye-catching streaks of white. Said hair is curly and cut shorter along the sides than the back is, and ae spends an awful lot of time preening it. Aer eyes are a striking, slightly luminescent bronze, and aer pupils appear instead of black as molten gold, shifting slightly in color to match aer emotions at any given moment. Ae has full lips and slightly upturned, monolid eyes. Ae favors shades of brown, tan, and orange in aer outfit, and ae near-constantly dons a rich red capelet with fur trimming around the hood.

↠ THE COMMANDER

Ex-commander of the Serpent's Guard-turned vampire. You'd personally never had a run-in with Alvaros Vepir until just recently (he/him). He's gruff, jaded, and withdrawn- exactly what you'd expect out of the man who gave his life for his queen only to nearly die (again) for it. It's hard to say, though, how much of his time as the commander he truly remembers. Alvaros is a poet's dream, the hero in an epic-turned-tragedy. He keeps everybody at arm's length, never allowing them to learn more than what the stories and theatrics tell of him. This is especially true of you- the vampire who was sent to reign him in, turn him from a rogue vampyr into a soldier of the League. Despite his emotional avoidance of you, though, he seems quite interested in you. Maybe it's the fact you're one of the few to have bested him in combat. Maybe it's just that 'vampiric charm' that old legends tell about (but that never seems to work outside of fights). Maybe it's because he remembers you.

Alvaros is intimidating in every manner. He stands at 6'4, his whole body is lean and scarred, and the black sclerae encircling dark green irises certainly does him no favors in lessening the effect. Before you were dispatched to retrieve him, you couldn't have said what he looked like; as the commander, he'd worn the veil regular of high-ranking members of the Serpent's Ring, leaving nothing but the back of his head exposed. Now, you know of his face well enough that you could probably recognize him in a crowd. With fawn skin dotted by freckles, hooded eyes, and a distinctive hooked nose, Alvaros is exactly what one would expect of a native of southern Ghel- save for his hair. Instead of the expected brown or black, his hair is a muddy blonde, and it has slight waves that turn into full curls at the tips. He maintains it short, never reaching past his chin. His face is scarred (his everything is, really), with a particularly nasty gash reaching from his left eyebrow down to his right jaw. It just barely misses his right eye.

↠ THE SAVIOR

An acolyte? You think so, anyways. Suri Revlece is the woman who saved you (she/her). You don't know whether or not she's even with the League, but she certainly looks like an acolyte. You don't know what she was doing there, either, but she seems willing to answer any of your questions while you recover- as long as they aren't personal. She's kind enough, but seems a little...off. She's finicky, always looking over her shoulder. She's running from something, but she doesn't seem to know what. She appears to believe that she and you have some type of camaraderie, although you've never met. But there's something to be said for the sheer strength of her magic- you've never seen an acolyte's shimmer burn a riftspawn like that. Never seen one with an eye glowing that bright, either. She's an anomaly- one that you're sure the headman at your partner's spire would be more than glad to have amongst their ranks, but then the mere idea of it had her denying it with vehemence. It seems like she has a history with it.

Suri has a mesmerizing look to her. The deep brown of her skin, near-black of her hair, and dark garb are contrasted with bright pops of color. One eye is a brightly glowing orange, the pupil nearly white, and the other is a misty grey, its almond shape deformed by the burn scars warping the left side of her face. That dark hair, braided and reaching down to about her hips, is decorated by light brown and gold beads engraved with runes that seem to serve to channel her magic. Her frame is lanky and she's long-limbed, reaching just above what most would think of as an 'average height', at 5'8. Below a brown leather cloak, more runed jewelry decorates her wrists and fingers, and her hands are tattooed in shades of bronze. The burn upon her face is not the only such injury she has suffered; her palms are burnt the slightest bit, and similar scars wrap around her arms. She has a broad nose and thick heart-shaped lips, and light stubble sits above the top lip.

↠ THE FORGOTTEN

You don't know who they are anymore. Who are they? (he/they/she)

A shadowy form, the silhouette of a memory. There's something not quite right about them. What have they become?

☼ LINKS

Demo - tba

Other blogs - @azraels-bad-choices (main IF blog) and @a-firsthand-murder-ballad (other project)

[love-letters-bah]

?Weirdcore/Dreamcore/Cozycore Symptom Managers!

[PT: ?Weirdcore/Dreamcore/Cozycore Symptom Managers!]

CW: this pack contains a lot of surreal themes, and dereality-related... everythings. If that's not for you, keep scrolling and have a fantastic night!

This pack is also a duo/trio/pseudo trio, and can be interpreted as a subsystem, an alter and a subsystem, or three alters- or anything else. I think that's what I really liked about making this one!

Name: Mr. Nobody, Father, Father Time, Father Clock, Mister/The Mister. Age: Ageless; but if this headmate were able to have an age, the best equivalent is middle-aged. Pronouns: he/him, thon/thons, this one/this one's, [REDACTED]/[REDACTED], one/one's, tick/tock Gender(s): Inanis Man, Mascentity Species: Concept; the concept of time, appearing as a silhouette, shadow, or object head (I like the idea of an antique clock as a head, with a silhouette body and a desaturated light brown suit myself- like a grandfather clock in appearance, with a gold tie- do you see the vision?). Personality Traits: formal, respectful, calm, fatherly, gentle, honest, trustworthy, kind, warm, caring, decisive. A More In-Depth Look: Despite tick's offputting appearance, tock is a very calm (and calming) headmate to be around. Spending even a few minutes with him will have you feeling as though you're in safe, trustworthy hands. When he speaks, he speaks formally and respectfully, always making sure to be as polite as is reasonable for the situation. Thon wouldn't dare hurt another being, and will choose diplomacy and collaboration whenever possible. He dislikes lying, and will avoid doing so whenever possible and reasonable. Due to this one's inclination to consider others while also having the ability to examine the facts and make a choice, one can feel safe knowing that this one has everyone's best interests in mind. [REDACTED]'s presence feels like a hug; strong, comforting, and supportive. Titles: PRN Who Controls Time Role(s): ❀ Symptom Manager This headmate is meant to specifically help with the symptoms of BPD- particularly BPD rage- but can help with any sort of symptom where the best course of action is time and a calm place to talk it out. He may also help make decisions for those with DPD, as his presence is very strong and decisive. ❀ Symptom Neutralizer This headmate is not affected by many of the brain's conditions, and exhibits little or no symptoms. ❀ Emotional Number When others come into contact with this headmate, their emotions reset to a neutral state; this can help fight any number of symptoms, such as mania, rage, anxiety, panic... ❀ Sysparent/Parental Figure Having seemingly adopted The Twins, this headmate acts as a parent towards the duo. ❀ Archivist This headmate knows everything that the brain knows about the collective's life; this is a benefit, as it helps him detect harmful patterns and get to the root of why certain things are happening and how to stop them. This also allows him to know the general best course of action, and can allow him to aid in any headmate stuck in the decision-making process. ❀ Gatekeeper This headmate has the ability to call any headmate into his office- including pulling a fronting headmate back. ❀ Councilman If applicable to your system, this headmate helps make the rules, as he has the knowledge and patience to find the fairest and kindest way to make said rules. ❀ Admin If applicable to your system, this headmate is an authority figure and takes on important background tasks such as handling the emotional states of other headmates. Emoji Signoff: 👁️, 🕰️, 📖 Kintypes: Dogkin, but specifically for big dogs. Mushroomkin. Eye Angels, definitely. 3 Inspiration Images: Click on the flowers for credit ❀ ❀ ❀

2 Songs: ❀ "Rises the Moon" - Liana Flores ❀ "It's just a burning memory" - The Caretaker Notes: So I imagined this headmate sort of living in his own house in headspace with The Twins; it's a small, cozy place, where the lights are never too bright and the air is always warm and smelling of tea and pastries; perhaps it's always cloudy or raining outside of the window, perhaps it's permanently dusk. Time seems to stand still here. This is meant to be a place where this headmate can pull other headmates in for meetings about their feelings or behaviours (of course, in a caring and loving way), or to allow them a place to calm down in a soothing environment. This headmate is meant to mostly handle internal affairs, but may front if the situation calls for it. I went a little bit overboard on The Father.

Name: The Twins, Them, The Daughters/Sons/Children [Nobody], The Sisters/Brothers/Siblings [Nobody]. If they have separate names, consider: Clarice, Mitzi, Arden, Imogen, Ines, Beatrix, Akakios, Puck, Roald, Robin. Age: Ageless, but appears as a set of twin children anywhere between the ages of seven and twelve (theoretically, they could also age slide- whether together or separately- or be two age states of the same alter, or anything else). Pronouns (could be collective or separate): they/them, she/her, he/him, [REDACTED], and any pronouns relating to their concept (ex: love/loves). Gender(s): Casigirl/Casiboy, liminalnostalgic, birpartyemptic Species: Concept; the concept of nostalgia/childhood/regret/love, appearing as a silhouette or shadow. They could share their concept, or be two separate concepts, or a sort of halfway point (such as one being regret, one being nostalgia, and the midway between these concepts blurring halfway between them). Personality Traits: Quiet with others and chatty together, observant, helpful towards Father, seemingly emotionless from the outside, perhaps a little gossipy (in a non-harmful way, and generally only with one another) A More In-Depth Look: Often seen and not heard, these two enjoy observing more than interacting. In fact, they don't speak to others at all save for the rare times they speak in unison (and generally, this is only to answer a question); they will, however, speak to each other (whether that's verbally, via sign, telepathically, or a mix- or even something else entirely) quite often. Role(s): Honestly, they're meant to be helpers to Father, making sure that the stress of the job has other places to go, so I would say they're something of helpers towards him and can take on the same roles, if that makes sense. Emoji Signoff (choose at least two emoji if they're a unit- they can repeat- or separate them and give them each their own emoji or combo; up to you): ����, 🧵, 🧸, 🎂, 🎈 Kintypes: Hello Kitty, My Melody, Fluttershy, haunted dolls, the CONCEPT of birthday parties, the CONCEPT of confetti, creepy-cute clowns, ghosts (poltergeists specifically). 3 Inspiration Images: ♡ ♡ ♡

Notes: This one was partly inspired by our own experiences with one alter that appears as twin children; I tried not to make them too similar to ours- and therefore left some room for flexibility- but they love weirdcore so that just reminded me of them and I couldn't resist.

[jaxt0y]

-- 𝙃𝙀𝙔, 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔, let's all take a peek at the 𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕃, ℙ𝕌ℝℙ𝕃𝔼 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂 - he's the jerk with the ＪＯＫＥ of the week . . . 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑴 ?

[ 1 ] :   INTRO.  hi! my name is mae, i'm 25, i use she/her pronouns & i go by est. this is my semi - selective, low activity rp blog for jax of "the amazing digital circus." icon border & psd are both by jessources. all graphics here are made by me unless stated otherwise.

[ 2 ] :   ETIQUETTE.  you know the rules.  no godmodding, bigotry, racism, forcing ships, or hate of any kind . jax is an ass who loves to mess with others for the fun of it, it's literally nothing personal against your muse, but i will never godmod. just be a decent person i don't do well with drama & i dislike callout culture & i won't be participating in it in any way. of course i want to know who to avoid, but i would prefer these things to be handled & discussed privately & maturely. do not follow if you are a minor or if you use/support: amber heard, gina carano, evan peters, chris pratt or scarlett johanson. if any drama occurs or has occurred with someone i know, i am open to discussing it calmly & in private.

[ 3 ] :   FOLLOWING.  if i follow you,  it means i want to write with you! . if not, it's likely because i can't see our muses clicking well or that i am unfamiliar with the fandom. i will soft block if you don't make an effort to interact with me ooc or ic for some time. i will block you if you break any of my rules.

[ 4 ] :   TRIGGERS & NSFW. triggers you might find on this blog include: themes of existentialism, dissociation, & some violent behavior. i will be tagging triggers as: "trigger cw" & will happily tag anything if asked. my own triggers include: dissociation/depersonalization/derealization, body horror, trypophobia, & eye gore. i'm happy to write nsfw themes so long as we've spoken beforehand!

[ 5 ] :   ACTIVITY & FORMATTING.  my activity is typically sporadic no matter the blog. i do have a life outside of rp & my own mental health to look after. sometimes i'm able to write many replies a day, others only one or none at all. patience in regards to replies is much appreciated & expected. my lengths are usually multi para but they can be shorter or longer depending. never be afraid to send random asks, multiple memes, or turn answers into threads! i love collecting a variety of prompts, but i’m privy to deleting them if they’ve been sitting for awhile or if i can’t think of anything good enough, same goes for threads. sometimes i’ll post one-liner starter calls, but you never have to match my length exactly but i do expect something to go off of. i use small, bold, & italic text. you also do not have to match my formatting & i implore you to tell me if you need it changed for accessibility purposes. my eyesight is not the best, so i ask you to please avoid screenshot-ed replies or using too much fancy text.

[ 6 ] :   SHIPPING. i love shipping with all my heart, exploring dynamics no matter what they may entail is my favorite thing, especially with a complicated guy like jax. he's very closed off & not the most in tune with his emotions, so good luck if you do want to explore a relationship with him (just be sure to talk to me first!). lastly, i ship funnybunny & bunnydoll, but if you write pomni or ragatha i will never expect you to ship with me unless, yet again, we've talked about it. i see jax as panromantic & pansexual.

[ 7 ] :   PORTRAYAL. since tadc is ongoing, my portrayal is subject to change as episodes are released. i know that jax is a jerkwad, but i love to see what makes characters tick, & as of now i don't see him as this irredeemable asshole, just someone who relies on self preservation to survive.

AFFILIATES: @pomniegranate

[window-window]

CONTENT WARNINGS

CW: GENRE-TYPICAL ELEMENTS

Window Window is, to reiterate, a horror story. As such, you can expect to find potentially unsettling imagery or events like you would any other horror! The following will especially be incorporated into the comic:

– violence (blood, injury, etc.)

– (temporary) character death

– heavy derealization, other elements of psychological horror

– scenes that may be upsetting for paranoid people

– body horror, forms that take on monstrous appearances (and I am talking ACTUAL body horror, not just, like, injuries. be aware!!)

Any element you'd expect to find in any given horror story is likely to appear in this one. Due to the medium being a webcomic, the violence may/will also be visually graphic.

CW: REAL-WORLD SUBJECTS

Window Window's setting brings with it a lot of real-world events and sensitive subject matter. These will not all be shown graphically, and some events will never be explicitly depicted at all. However, expect to find discussion (or at minimum, implications) of the following:

– intersectionality; related intersecting bigotry and targeted violence (ex: in school system, on a federal level, etc.)

– compartmentalization and complex trauma

– gun violence (it's not a major plot point but I want to specifically warn that there is discussion of a school shooting case in the context of character backstory)

– suicidal ideation and behavior

– abusive or unhealthy relationships (family and otherwise)

– background character death, themes of grief and loss

– hospitals/medical environments

– substance use and abuse

– sexual trauma (will not be explicitly shown or graphically described ever)

– kidnapping/serial killing speculation related to the characters' disappearances (this is NOT what happened but other people don't know that)

Every post here including any of the above WILL be tagged and/or warned for accordingly. There will also be repeated warnings where necessary at the start of the comic chapters themselves. That said, do not force yourself to read or engage if the content becomes too upsetting! Your wellbeing ALWAYS comes first.

All of these tie into each other; plot elements with heavy topics will not be standalone and are not present for no reason. I also want to note that not all of these warnings are going to apply for every character. It looks like a lot all listed out (and reasonably, because it is), but to clarify, there are fifteen characters total that all have very different life experiences, which is why the subjects are so varied.

Still keeping up warnings for them all, even if some are less relevant than others in the narrative, because I don't want to surprise people with triggering or sensitive information.

CW: MISCELLANEOUS NOTES

Nowhere near on the same level as literally any of that, but it's worth noting there also will be:

– swearing, some characters more than others

– potential suggestive jokes/innuendo/etc., but zero explicit scenes

– potential eyestrain in some scenes; this will kept to an absolute minimum and won't be used excessively (there will also be NO flashing lights in the comic anywhere at all, and if something I upload to this blog happens to include flashing, it will be tagged as "cw flashing" / eyestrain will be tagged as "cw eyestrain")

Please be safe! Thank you for taking the time to read!!

[crvwly]

my good omens fics from silliest to most serious

let's be real, that's the only ranking system that matters

Fell's Flavourtown Festivities Rating: Mature Words: 5,526

Aziraphale looks at Crowley fondly as he continues. "Next, we have a Michelin-starred restaurateur, host of Hell's Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares, and my personal friend, Chef Anthony Crowley!" human au: aziraphale is guy fieri and crowley is gordon ramsay. yes you read that right. no i will not explain myself

get up high Rating: Mature Words: 10,880 CW: cannabis smoking

Crowley snorts, flicking his joint, and Aziraphale’s eyes follow the ashes nervously, like he’s worried they’ll catch on something and ignite. “Can’t do it downtown,” Crowley says, shrugging. “Plus, I get a great view out here. Even if I get up high in London, it’s too bright to see the stars.” human au: neurodivergent stoner crowley, babey! meet-cute and fluff

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours) Rating: Mature Words: 4,702 CW: male-presenting pregnancy, labour / childbirth

post not-pocalypse ineffable parents fic: TLC's "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" starring Aziraphale Fell and The Corporation That Didn't Get The Memo About Bodily Functions After The Not-Pocalypse i cannot remember what possessed me to write this. but i stand by it.

please bring it back home to me Rating: Mature Words: 13,462 CW: minor mentions of potentially memory-altering human illnesses (including mental illness and degenerative memory disorders) TW: content may be triggering for readers who experience derealization, depersonalization, and/or dissociation

It’s like the missing furniture. There’s a space in Crowley’s life where someone should be, but it’s empty. Maybe, wherever they went, they took Crowley with them. Maybe they left this empty, ravaged shell behind. post S2 fix-it, angst with a happy ending

these, our bodies, possessed by light Rating: Mature Words: 49,787 Chapters: 7/? CW: a ton of emotional angst, it's a tragic crowley backstory! TW: Archive warning applies - graphic depictions of violence

When observed with the naked eye, Alpha Centauri appears to be a single star — the third brightest light in the Earth’s sky, beaming like a lighthouse beacon behind a fog of nebulas. In actuality, Alpha Centauri is a binary system. Its two stars share an orbit so tight that they shine together as one. six thousand year slow burn in progress, currently on hiatus

because we're carrying the fire Rating: Explicit Words: 75,411 Chapters: 7+ CW: recurring themes of religious and family trauma, horror themes including demons and demonic possession, references to extreme violence, paranormal activity, alcohol and smoking, grief and death, mentions of child abuse/CSA, and sex & masturbation TW: Archive warning applies - graphic depictions of violence, body horror, mild gore, psychological/paranormal horror

When a mysterious book of dark nature comes into the care of Doctor Aziraphale Z. Fell, PhD in parapsychology and conservator of occult artefacts, his quiet and content life quickly begins to fly off the rails. When his attempts to identify the unknown language and obscure sigil inside the book on his own fail, he reaches out for help from one Anthony J. Crowley, self-anointed demon expert and host of the Hell’s Digest podcast, at the behest of his caring and extremely nosy students. Together, they work to uncover the book’s secrets; can they do it in time to save Aziraphale from the supernatural forces lying within? wip human horror au, read the tags thoroughly but expect a happy ending after all the tortures!

[organic-origins]

welcome - intro post

im nat. this is where i'll post about my art and ocs. i've been on tumblr for years now, but the new side blog is a result of the great meta ai dumpster fire.

i focus mainly on black and white art, however i will also post colored things. i have a wide variety of interests, but i'm bad at color theory, so i just embrace the black and white :p

my art, ocs, and stories will usually revolve around sci-fi and low horror. there will be some classic fantasy and dnd-esk stuff thrown in there, too. i'm a huge fan of the uncanny valley, specifically with embracing and loving and enjoying it. uncanny but kind :]

i'm currently studying english and biological anthropology in university right now. i enjoy learning about analytical thinking and how our minds evolved! i am also trying to dabble more in philosophy, although i am a little intimidated to get into the more modern things.

i love dnd and dnd things! i also enjoy hiking, caving, camping, bone hunting, antiquing, and talking to my buddies. i collect typewriters, labradorite, and old books.

i play bg3 and skyrim a ton ;]

my dms and asks are ALWAYS open. PLEASE tell me about your ocs :] i love hearing about them. just open a dm with me and start info dumping i will eat it up.

content warnings

i utilize small, repetitive shapes often and enjoy messy, cluttered layouts/compositions that are meant to confuse or disorient someone. Many of my illustrations will include bones and organs in a medical or educational context, and themes of depersonalization, disassociation, and unreality may pop up. These will all be tagged to my best ability. A list of the tags I use are below. I will use general tw/cw tags, as well as ones specific to my blog, just so that those who want to cover all their bases may do so.

not all of my work will include these things, i also will post a ton of stupid little oc doodles.

tags

#nat rambles - general writing posts about oc, lore, and world building

#nat art - general art posts. may not be oc related

#nat chat - posts that i rb and add onto

#nat answers - asks that i answer

#nat rb - posts that i reblog with no added content

#nat ocs - general oc posts. art and writing.

#nat ocs: org - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Organics

#nat ocs: hyk - art and writing posts specific to my cast for Hykanall and Her Company of Hands

#nat ocs: nspah - art and writing posts specific to my cast for No Such Place as Hell

#nat ocs: other - art and writing posts for casts not mentioned above

#nat tw: trypophobia - work that may upset those with trypophobia

#nat tw: body horror- work that may be considered body horror

#nat tw: eye strain - work that may cause eye strain

#nat tw: emotional strain - work that is centered around derealization, depersonalization, unreality, or has similar themes

#nat tw: general - encompasses all work that may need a tw

DNI/BYF

by default, i have no real DNI or BYF. however, i will block those whose content makes me uncomfortable (and not in the neat "reflect on society" way). i enjoy dark themes and don't always endorse the things i portray. i also think people should think critically about what they consume, why they consume it, and who is being impacted and how by the creation and consumption of media. i tend to ignore or block those who i don't feel abide by the previously stated standards.

discourse won't be tolerated here! i don't take blocking personally.

fin

that is all for now! thank you for reading. i hope you'll stick around :]

[pois1ns]

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛 , 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖨 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖪 𝖨 𝖣𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤

━━━━━━━━ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 ! 🩷

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 🩷 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻. 🩷

[ 1 ] :   INTRO.  hi! my name is mae, i'm 25, i use she/her pronouns & i go by est. this is my highly - selective, low activity rp blog for angel dust of "haz.bin hotel." icon border, header template, theme template & psd are both by jessources. all graphics here are made by me unless stated otherwise.

[ 2 ] :   ETIQUETTE.  you know the rules.  no godmodding, bigotry, racism, forcing ships, or hate of any kind . just be a decent person i don't do well with drama & i dislike callout culture & i won't be participating in it in any way. of course i want to know who to avoid, but i would prefer these things to be handled & discussed privately & maturely. if any drama occurs or has occurred with someone i know, i am open to discussing it calmly & in private. another thing i won't tolerate is hate for certain ships or characters on this blog. i am here to explore all dynamics.

[ 3 ] :   FOLLOWING.  if i follow you,  it means i want to write with you! . if not, it's likely because i can't see our muses clicking well or that i am unfamiliar with the fandom. i will soft block if you don't make an effort to interact with me ooc or ic for some time. i will block you if you break any of my rules.

[ 4 ] :   TRIGGERS & NSFW. triggers you might find on this blog include: themes of heavy drug use/substance abuse, addiction, SA, suicidal ideation, SW slurs, self harm, child abuse, abusive relationships, guns, depression, and disassociation. i will be tagging triggers as: "trigger cw" & will happily tag anything if asked. my own triggers include: dissociation/depersonalization/derealization, body horror, trypophobia, & eye gore. i'm happy to write nsfw themes so long as we've spoken beforehand! obviously, there will be sexual themes here as well. i will never write it with anyone who is uncomfortable with doing so; i, however, am perfectly fine writing it. sidenote: angel is intersex as well as hypersexual - he is also a gay man; while he does provide his services to and work with women, he does it for that reason only. i will only be shipping angel with non-female muses.

[ 5 ] :   ACTIVITY & FORMATTING.  my activity is typically sporadic no matter the blog. i do have a life outside of rp & my own mental health to look after. sometimes i'm able to write many replies a day, others only one or none at all. patience in regards to replies is much appreciated & expected. my lengths are usually multi para but they can be shorter or longer depending. never be afraid to send random asks, multiple memes, or turn answers into threads! i love collecting a variety of prompts, but i’m privy to deleting them if they’ve been sitting for awhile or if i can’t think of anything good enough, same goes for threads. sometimes i’ll post one-liner starter calls, but you never have to match my length exactly but i do expect something to go off of. i use small, bold, & italic text. you also do not have to match my formatting & i implore you to tell me if you need it changed for accessibility purposes. my eyesight is not the best, so i ask you to please avoid screenshot-ed replies or using too much fancy text.

[ 6 ] :   SHIPPING. i love shipping with all my heart, exploring dynamics no matter what they may entail is my favorite thing, and i implore you to come to me if you'd like to explore a dynamic of any kind with our muses! note that angel as a whole is very flirtatious. this does not always mean he is interested. angel is also an adult film star, this does not mean he is interested should your muses sleep together. while i am willing to explore toxic dynamics, i will never, ever write acts of SA. lastly, i only ship angel with husk at this time. that being said, if you write husk i will never assume you want to ship with me, personally. if you write valentino, i am open to exploring pre-canon val.angel as well as au's with the two.

[ 7 ] :   VERSES. i will make a post to attach to this later describing them in greater detail (as well as angel's backstory), but my verses for angel are in life, pre-contract, pre-hotel, swap angel based on this au, and an overlord au.

[macabre-discotheque]

HI!! This is my pinned post!!

Hi! I'm a Queer Sunglasses Wearing Crypid living in a 1970s Roller Rink 😎, I draw sometimes and I like to hang around and be silly!💥

Call me John Disco!!

The "Disco From San Diego" thing is a reference to this

Btw mutuals feel free to ask for my discord!! Or just message me, I'm happy to talk either way!! I am very shy and forgetful though so be patient with me please!

Tag for all my art is #pyro plays with pencils and tag for my writing is #pyro has a story to tell and I'll do my best to sort all the stuff I post 😎I also do commissions! So here's the carrd for that too if you'd like

Also here's my reblog heavy sideblog - @paperboy-at-the-discotheque

I like Welcome Home, ToonTown Rewritten, Dennis from The Spongebob Movie, Ultrakill, Poppy Playtime, my oc's, my friend's ocs, Vintage Ads, Posters, and Photos. It's a super mixed bag so don't expect anything consistent like Whatsoever lmao.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW:

My blog will have content such as

-Blood and Gore

-Horror/Unsettling Imagery

-Body Horror

-Suggestive Themes

-Eyestrain/Flashing/Bright Colors

-Themes of Derealization/Unreality

-Religous/Divine Imagery

These will all be tagged as "___" and "___ tw/cw" accordingly!

No DNI list, if you're a creep or I do not like you hanging around me, I will simply block you! :^)

[tlltaleheart]

19

cw. themes of depersonalization / derealization

SCRIPT.

a nightmare devil seeks you out in your sleep. fed by the sweet fear of bad dreams, it twists your senses, distorting the room and its form to become your greatest fear. what do you see?

SCENE.

the devil looks like a devil, which is to say that it looks like the devils in the movies he's seen in mise-en-scène's backroom. it sits at the side of his bed, comprised of scars and features that are too sharp to be human, with horns that curl out from their temples and twist back over long and haggard hair. their eyes are glittering, their teeth sharpened.

"i need your help," it says, leaning in. it has the voice of thousands. "i'm hungry. i'll fade if i don't feed. but no one has been kind to me, to even spare a scrap."

"i'm sorry for that," minseo murmurs, sympathetic. "most people aren't kind."

"they are heartless." it nods, then sighs. "will you help me?"

minseo only needs to think about it for a few seconds before he nods too. "what do you feed on?"

"simple things. you wouldn't even need to stand up for it." it smiles. "i don't think you use your voice very much, do you? i could feed on it a little. you wouldn't notice a difference."

it isn't wrong --- some days he'll speak and find his throat scratchy from disuse. there are other ways to speak. he thinks of the last time he really used his voice, that disagreement over the smoke with irin. maybe if he had less of one, he wouldn't have to fight others so much.

"you can have some of it," he relents, though he's not entirely sure what that'll mean. he's never fed anything except stray dogs before.

the devil coos. "you aren't like the others after all," it says. "you still have your heart."

i do, minseo thinks, feeling a ripple of warmth. and it distracts him enough from the next second, when the devil dips in with glowing eyes and swallows up his voice.

did it work? he asks, only to blink at the new, strange emptiness inside his throat.

"it did." the devil's eyes thrum with a light not unlike the one in his chest, promising a newfound energy. now, minseo thinks he can hear his own voice under all of those others. "but i'm still hungry. do you think you could spare a little more?"

i think you already took all of it, he says. what else could you have?

"you don't use your hearing very much either."

minseo pauses. well, he thinks with some regret, he does use it now. there are voices in the world that he cares to hear now. he would miss the tinny arcade sounds when jaehyun beats him at another game, even the music that he can hear from his neighbors at the next apartment over. and the city. he would miss the sounds of the city, which keep his surroundings from being too quiet.

but it would be cold to refuse the devil after he has already agreed to help. okay, he says reluctantly. just a little of it, this time.

"just a little," the devil promises, and with that, it leans back in and eats up all sounds of the world.

wait, minseo says, flinching back in his sheets. that didn't feel right.

it often doesn't, the devil agrees. but you will get used to it.

are you full now?

hm. i can't quite tell. the devil taps its scarred cheek. you know, if i could taste, i think that would finally settle my stomach. you know how it is, don't you? the mind isn't convinced it's really had something, really experienced something, unless it can taste it, raw and real.

his heart has quickened now, warmer under the covers. but if you take it from me, then i'll stop being able to tell, too.

i won't take all of it, the devil promises, but when it eats up those bright, sensory papillae of his tastebuds, it's just as greedy as it was with the others. delicious, it sings. i haven't had sweets in a while.

so you're full, minseo says, eyes hot. it's been so long since he's felt a heat like this, radiating from his chest and upwards, filling his head. upset, that's the word. it's been so long since he's been upset, and he has to blink back the sting in his eyes. now will you leave?

i have to make sure it really works, the devil says, shaking its head. one more, just to make sure i can taste it. you've been so good to me that i'll let you choose this time, don't worry.

it leans in.

will you give me your eyes or your hands?

no.

even without a sound, the word takes up space for itself in the air. will the world ever be real again if he can't see it? will he ever be real again if he can't be touched? both sound so frightening that he has to shake his head and say it again. no. no. not his hands, not the days of feeling his way through iseul's blueprints, not the comforting methodology of changing out his own heart, not the stability of another body nearby to ground him. not his eyes. how will he see sangwon without them, how will he know that sangwon sees him in return?

indecisive. the devil clicks its tongue. if you don't choose, then i will.

how can he, when these are his last ties to the world?

no, he repeats, terrified.

but at this, the devil just seems to swell with glee. perfect, it croons, before it eats up the both of them and leaves him in a stifling, silent emptiness.

it's nothing. just the vaguest awareness that he is still there, that he's still some kind of entity that can think and wonder and fear.

nothing, in nothing, he fumbles for the familiar cradle of his bed and finds none there. panic closes around his throat like a fist. he tries to sit up but he realizes that he can no longer feel what is up and what is down either, or when he began to fall and where he's falling to, what his unfeeling hands close around, if there's anything here at all. is there anyone here at all? he calls for a name but forgets that he doesn't make a sound. it doesn't stop him though, and he keeps calling and calling and gleaning the dark for something that might be there waiting for him. with him. but would it be any use, he realizes, if there's no way now to know it?

eventually even the panic loses its feeling too. it doesn't go away, just grows so sharp that he has nothing else to compare it to, and maybe he's sinking but maybe that also doesn't mean anything now and he's really just floating. serene, and quiet, and nothing. nothing except for that fear, and that mouth that keeps feeding in the dark.

[immortalpheus]

CW: this blog will contain heavy themes of sacrificing, death, derealization and possibly more. proceed with caution.

THE MANOR HELD BUT A QUIET HUM OF THE CICADAS OF THE NIGHT THRIVING OUTSIDE AND THE CREAKING, OLD FLOORBOARDS THAT SEEM YET TO HAVE BEEN REPLACED IN PRESUMABLY A LONG WHILE; WITHERING WITHIN EVERY STEP ALONE, AS WITH THE SHELVES AND WINDOWS. FOR AN AREA SO WILLING TO “GUESTS” FROM HERE AND THERE, IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BE CARED FOR WITH A GREAT DEAL OF EFFORT - IT SEEMS OUR HOST HAS OTHER THINGS TO ATTEND, CERTAINLY IMPORTANT, NO?

THOUGH THE AREA, EVEN WITH THE HINT OF THE MOONLIGHT, REMAINED TO BE SHROUDED IN MURKINESS, A WOODEN DESK WAS ILLUMINATED BY THE BRIGHT GLOW OF A CANDLE AND A THIN PAPER SITUATED ON IT; AS WORN AS EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE ROOM, THE WORDS WEARY AND DRIED LONG AGO. 

LET US TAKE A READ.

GREETINGS.

I AM IMMORTAL BUT IF IT MUST BE SPOKEN, THE ONE I ONCE WERE - “ORPHEUS”, THEN DO AS YOU MUST. I ONLY WISH TO ACHIEVE AND ATTAIN A SOLE THING WITHIN HERE, THE PLIGHT OF IDENTITY IS BUT LITTLE FURTHER THAN TO IT. 

THUS, DO NOT MAKE ME BEAR IT; MY MIND MUSTN’T LET TIME TAKE AHOLD OF IT THE NEXT.

ABIDE TO THE RULES OF THIS PLACE BUT NOT TO “LIFE”, I MAY SPEAK TO YOU THEN.

SPACED BELOW THE MESSAGE ARE WORDS MORE CARVED; AKIN TO A PRECISE SCULPTURE, CHISELED AWAY AGAINST THE PAPER. NEXT TO THEM, A SHARP EYE THAT BEHOLDS AN ALMOST DANGEROUS GLINT ALONE IS ILLUSTRATED, BOXED WITHIN CORNERS - A “SIGNATURE” FROM THE WRITER.

OLETUS MANOR BLOG GUIDELINES. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN AN IMMEDIATE CEASE OF RESIDENCE.

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V. WHAT TRUTHS DOES YOUR MIND SOUGHT FROM THE ONE WHO LIES AND WILL DO SO ALL THE SAME AGAIN?

IN THE DARK SUBSTANCE, THERE WAS A MESMERIZING THING WITHIN THE WORDS; SUCH SHOULD ONLY BE NATURAL WITH A WARNING THAT FAR FROM FELT LIKE THE HISSING OF A SNAKE BY ONE'S EAR, THE VENOM AWAITING-- INSTEAD, A PHANTOM GAZE FALLS UPON THE READER WHO CANNOT ACT AS OUTLIER, THE DARK BIRDS OUTSIDE CAWS RINGING AGAINST THE MIND.

...

SUCH ODDITY, THOUGH THE WRITER HAS PLAYED THEIR PART, THE PAGE CANNOT HELP BUT SEEM INCOMPLETE, AN ENDING UNFINISHED TO A RIGHTFUL FRUITION. TEMPTINGLY, A QUILL REMAINS NEARBY THE PAGE AS ITS COMPANION, SUBMERGED IN A SMALL VIAL OF INK THAT SEEMED TO BE ENDLESS. 

GO ON.

IMPORTANT / GENERAL INFORMATION REGARDING THE AU.

[mellopawna]

INTRO! 💜

Hello everyone! :D Call me Blake, Zine, Randy, whatever! (Blake preferred)

I'm a multifandom artist from phillipines 🇵🇭 and i post art almost daily! :3

Note : i am a minor so don't do weird stuff on me please (unless we're close)

Interests :

Pikmin, Alphabet lore, Roblox, Made in abyss, dragamonz, Kataow, moral orel, Generally any strange horror stuff, weirdcore, ect!

CW/Content warnings/Trigger warnings! (generally 13+ but sometimes 15+) :

- KIND OF suggestive stuff/thirst traps (generally just half-naked)

- Eyestrain/Flashing colors

- gore

- horror themes

- Auto-cannibalism/Cannibalism (only ocs and AUs)

- Swearing, i swear a lot-

- Body horror

- Derealization

- insects

- Murder

Things that make me uncomfortable :

- Popular Fandoms (idk why but they makes me slightly uncomfortable and weirded out, but I'll still let people talk to them to me, it's just that i don't like their Fandoms h, ex : DHMIS, TOH, WC, etc.

- Toxicity of any kind

- Da hood roblox players, seriously, pluck off.

I hope yall have a great time here!! 💜

[porcelaincvnt]

𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇.

a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way; a maze.

sasuke x gn! reader

𓂃𑁍 modern au!

cw // angst , mentions of derealizing/dissociation , horror themes , reader is mentally ill

tw ! ! claustrophobia , megalophobia , hemophobia ( fear of blood )

a/n : this got a bit personal as someone who deals with this shit everyday. my apologies

if uncomfortable, please click off. take care <3 otherwise, proceed with caution and enjoy .

𓆩❀𓆪

I don’t feel anything.

The only thought your head could mutter as it came to a standstill, no thoughts, only silence and a heavy feeling in your chest.

You can only hear the sound of your footsteps on the cement road, besides the crickets and the owls. No cars, no people, no sign of life. The sky was bright blue, hues of orange stains the landscape, the sun rising once again. it was nearly terrifying.

Even with your head empty and silent, the question still remains, why are you here? 4AM. Middle of the road. Nothing but shorts and a t-shirt too big for you, not even shoes on. Mindlessly walking through the street seemingly all night, letting the pitch black sky swallow you whole.

it was so dreamlike, yet too real for you to handle. But then again, you are unable to tell what is real or what is fake anymore. Your body feels like it’s not yours, your not your thoughts or feelings, nor mind or thoughts, down to body and your mere existence.

you want to wake up, if you are even asleep. Just wake up, realize your still sane. Wake up, it’s not that hard. you keep telling yourself that over and over and over again.

wake up.

wake up.

WAKE UP.

WAKE UP.

your eyes shot open, and you felt the warmth of your blankets shield your body. but you shivered from the aftershock of your episode. Your eyes stung from you crying, or seemingly crying, you couldn’t tell at that point. the heavy feeling in your chest still remained, head was pounding, the body was still going through a state of emotional shock.

it was ordinary at this point. just another daily occurrence for you. sadly enough.

but hey, push through the day they said.

what else can you do?

𓂃𑁍

the pen never moved an inch, only resting on the paper and the ink stained through sheet after sheet. you were frozen, not being able to move an inch, no matter how much your brain screamed at you to do fucking something.

the only thing that moved were the eyes, scanning the campus. students walking through and out the gates, laughing, smiling, running up to friends or studying alone in peace. how nice would it be to be like them, not having to worry about daily turmoil and the fear of the world swallowing them whole. how healthy, happy, and intact they are.

it was almost sickening to look at.

among the group you were staring at, a black haired boy sat there silently, not engaging in the energetic conversations with the others. a blond boy, a pink haired girl, and a spiked ponytail boy laughed and talked loudly, almost enough for you to hear. the quite one only smiled and nodded. he was quite pretty, but stoic most of the time, something that tends to scare you.

something about him made you curious like a child, but scared of the unknown. the labyrinth hiding within his mind, just like any other human you have ever met.

the term labyrinth never left you ever since you came across it as a helpless child with a book you cannot remember the title or plot of. while hearing the prayers of your hysterical parents, not knowing what was wrong with you. no priest or counselor could tell you what screws were loose in your head.

it’s no big surpirse you turned out this way. that word, a word you were too young to know or even pronounce burned itself into your growing brain. to you, it was the perfect word to describe how you feel.

you were stuck in an unfamiliar maze, prison, a whole new reality. walls close in on you until you couldn’t breath as you stared from the middle of a dark bedroom, only the outlines and dim moonlight allowing you to see the place grow smaller and smaller in a nightmarish episode. yet everything grew bigger. too big. way too big for your liking. the terrifying combination of big and small twisted your thoughts into a knot, unable to think or speak, making you meek and weak and small. no one to save you.

how could a ten year old handle that?

you kept staring at the boy, biting the tip of the pen, not caring if it hurts your teeth or breaks the pen. something about him entrances you but disturbs you. a toxic mix of fear, curiosity and desire for him washes over you, you felt your cheeks sting and grow warm but your hands shook.

something about him broke something in you, tore you away from the illusion but brings back haunting memories of your early days.

you looked up at the sky, already growing darker due to it being evening. your head snapped back when you heard a cheerful voice puncture your trance.

“let’s get some ramen! i heard there’s a new stand that opened nearby!”

you looked to see the blond boy smiling and already making his way to the gate.

“Naruto slow down!”

the pink haired girl yelled out, trying to catch up to her friend, Naruto.

“you too sasuke! hurry up!”

Sasuke.

another name engrained in his head.

𓂃𑁍

☕️ a/n: this got a bit long sorry, pt 2? originally a oneshot but this might be a series. again, apologies for the sloppy writing, i made this during the aftermath of an episode. i hope you all understand.

thank you for reading and take care ☕️ *sips 10th cup of coffee*

[lotusbloghub]

selfshiptober day 12 - game night

꒱・senna x seren (s/i)

꒱・reblogs very appreciated!!

꒱・cw: mentions of death/dereality, and slight angst

Seren is roused from her stupor by the Playstation 2 startup sound and the light from Senna's TV flooding the bedroom.

He pushes his phone aside and brings his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes and scratching over skin with clawed fingernails. With a yawn, he slowly sits up.

He can't be sure what time it is exactly, but he knows it's the middle of the night. A quiet, autumn night where all is dark and still. Expect for the television. And his wife.

He crawls across the length of the unmade bed, old springs creaking under his weight. He finds Senna sitting at the foot of the bed, cradled by an old beanbag and several big blankets. She cranes her head back to look at him. He smiles.

"What time is it?" He asks, eyes darting from her face to the old, boxy TV, and back again.

"I dunno," she shrugs. She begins to flip through the PS2 menu, hopping from rudimentary 3D icon to rudimentary 3D icon. Seren has always found the entire menu's atmosphere to be really unsettling, from the eerie silence to the soulless grey background to the faint overlay of static. He knows that's a pretty common feeling, though.

After sifting through a selection of various horror games, Senna settles on Silent Hill 2. The light in the room dims as the light grey of the menu is replaced with the near blackness of the title screen. He watches her delete an old save file in preparation to start yet another playthrough, it seems.

"More Silent Hill?" He remarks playfully, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Yeah," she replies, a slight, tired chuckle in her voice.

He carefully slides off the bed and into her lap. He worms his way under the piles of blankets, behind her controller, and cuddles up against her body. She's more than happy to accommodate him. She pulls him close, tucking them blankets around him as he snakes his arms around her torso, hugging her tight. She brings up one hand to scratch behind his ear. He melts into her into her gentle touch, a purr rumbling from deep within his throat as his tail swishes back and forth on the carpet.

She presses a gentle kiss to the crown of his head before picking her controller back up. He releases her from his embrace, flipping around so he, too, can see the TV.

Several long moments of loading after ‘new game’ was selected, the opening cutscene plays. Seren curls further into Senna, burying his face in the blankets. He watches with deep intrigue and excitement; he doesn’t play this game as much as her, so he’d forgotten how much he adores it’s opening.

‘James honey, did something happen to you?’

He’d also forgotten what the game is about. Upon the sudden recollection, he cringes moment. It’s fucked, all Silent Hill games are, but Silent Hill 2 really takes the cake in that regard. He enjoys it, though.

Senna is notorious for skipping cutscenes in video games (which is something Seren absolutely hates) but she’s never skipped a Silent Hill cutscene, not in any of the games. She sits through the opening theme, eyes trained on the screen, head tipped slightly to the side, as if it’s her first time playing this. Seren finds her interest in these games to be so endearing.

He does eventually manage to pry his eyes away from her pretty face, though; he knows that staring makes her uncomfortable, and he wants to see the end of this cutscene. The beautiful opening theme comes to a close after some time, and… what is her name? Mary? She stands before James, on the other side of a jail cell.

‘It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m here for you, James.’

She reaches through the bars and caresses his face. It’s a soft, tender motion. It weirdly makes him want to reach up and do the same to Senna.

‘See? I’m real.’

His brow furrows. In that moment, something finally clicks in his mind. He’s always drawn a connection between the aesthetics of Silent Hill and Senna’s personal experiences with undeath. She’d explained it to him once before: the whole franchise feels familiar and homey, in a weird sort of way. From the aesthetics, to the visuals, to the way it piggybacks off feelings of grief and derealization—two things she's all too familiar with. That particular line struck a chord within Seren. It reminds him less of her death itself, and more of her unpleasant time as a spirit and the subsequent effects it had on her psyche. He recalls her recounts with bitter sadness. He finds that even years later, his heart aches for her.

By the time he snaps himself out of his little trance, the game has already begun. The introduction has ended and James has already begun his descent into Silent Hill. From the old, abandoned roads, onto the footpaths that wind through the ever-foggy, low-poly forests.

His thoughts are rather solemn at the moment, so he tries to talk over them until he manages to think about something else.

“How do you think a Silent Hill remaster would go?” He asks.

“Bad,” she replies shortly, eyes never leaving the screen. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Yeah, I know.” He digs at the carpet with his paw idly. “But didn’t we see that uhm… demo, a few years back? Silent Hill P.T? That looked really good.”

She pauses for a moment, trying to recall what he was talking about, before letting out a small ‘hmph’ sound. “You’re right. But remastering the franchise would just... ugh, it'd ruin its charm. It doesn’t need a remaster. I don’t even think it needs a new installation.”

Seren hums. He has to agree with her. “Yeah, I get it. A remaster would look really cool, but it wouldn’t feel the same… but still, I feel like some news about the franchise would be cool. I guess I just miss P.T.”

“Uhuh,” she nods, trailing off into momentary silence. “What happened to P.T anyway?”

“It got canceled. In uh… 2015, I think.”

“Ah,” she says, realization dawning on her. “I wasn’t around for that.”

She wasn't around for that. She says it in such a calm, matter-of-fact manner, but it makes his heart sink. She died in 2013, not long before their husband's birthday. She died, but she's here now, and she's okay. That's what he always reminds himself. Though he'll never forget how sad he was the day that P.T released, because he knew Senna would've adored it. He was even sadder when it got canceled. As foolish as it sounds, he felt like he lost another piece of her that day.

Instinctively, he curls further into Senna, pulling his legs closer to his body and nuzzling his face into her torso, her stomach. He looks up at her, searching her face for any signs of discontent, to which he finds none. Tapping into the pre-existing magical connection between the two of them, between undead specter and vastaya, he delves into her brain, her soul. He searches for any emotions her expression doesn't betray, but again, he finds nothing. She's focused. Content. Pleased. Just as he'd expected her to be.

Since that's all that really matters to him, he turns his attention back to the TV.

James stands before a graveyard. Misty and dark, it instantly reminds Seren of his visits to Senna's gravestone. He cringes, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. Why is he thinking like that? She's alive. She's well. And she has been for... what, three years now? Why is he thinking like that? Nothing is wrong.

Senna pauses, taking one hand off the controller to smooth back Seren’s hair; a comforting motion, akin to how you’d sooth a scared animal. “You alright?” She asks him.

He nods. “Uhuh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” She tells him with utmost sincerity in her voice. It makes him feel a bit better.

She returns to the game, continuing into the graveyard, where a cutscene begins. He’s always enjoyed Silent Hill 2’s cutscenes. They’re dreamy foreboding and way ahead of their time.

A woman—what the hell was her name? He actually can’t remember this time—pokes out from behind a gravestone. He tries to remember her role in the story, because he knows she has one, but he can’t recall anything of note.

The scene plays out. The woman was visiting the grave of her mother. He vaguely recalls something about her murdering her mother, which changes his perspective of the scene, but he finds it interesting nonetheless. The atmosphere is so dull yet so perfect. The line delivery, especially on James’ part, is very dated, but it adds to the effect. The graveyard is beautiful, too. It reminds him of Senna’s graveyard.

He supposes that isn’t a bad thing. He knows she doesn’t think of it as a bad thing, which is really all that matters. He just wishes he wasn’t so hyper-focused on it, but alas.

She died just over 10 years ago. She’s been resurrected for 3, as of today—or yesterday, if it’s past midnight, which it probably is. It was 6 years worth of lost time, time lost to an afterlife of torture and agony. Everyday, he wishes that he could’ve spared her the pain. He would’ve thrown himself in the ground in her stead if that’s what it took. He would’ve done anything to not have the knowledge of her torment weigh on his psyche, on her psyche. Everyday she’s plagued by horrible memories, sinking, dreadful feelings and the fear that she—and this, and everything—isn’t even real anymore. It makes his chest ache.

Though, sometimes he thinks that it’s weighing on his psyche more that it is hers. She struggles, that’s for certain, and she has her fair share of bad days, but she holds her head up high and presses onwards, finding joy where it counts. Seren is guilty of lamenting over her torment in such a way that he doesn’t permit her to forget. He’s tried to stop doing that, at least verbally, but he knows he should stop doing it mentally, too. He saw her emotions and deep inner machinations on display himself; she’s okay, more than okay. She’s content. He knows this. He needs to stop doubting is own ability.

He looks up at her once more, eyes scanning her beautiful, gentle face. Her high cheekbones, full lips, creased brow and luminous green eyes that stand out amidst the dark. She’s beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. And she’s okay. A warm feeling of joy and contentment suddenly washes over him, and he melts. She’s okay.

Everything is okay. This is a good night. With a long, gentle sigh, Seren’s gaze flicks back to the TV.

After a long moment of silence, he speaks again. “You should play P.T. I have it downloaded on my PS4.”

Senna thinks for a while, before nodding, her lips quirking upwards into a little smile. “Yeah,” she says. “I’ve kinda always wanted to.”

Seren smiles back at her. “Well, it’s a plan, then.”

A plan for later, obviously. For now, Seren nestles further into the best of blankets and Senna’s warm as watches he watches her play Silent Hill 2.

[averageposterahistorymajor]

INFORMATION (UPDATED ITS BACK)

This, is a semi-arg, semi-webseries account.

The character that I, the runner of the blog, am playing is a COLLEGE STUDENT. I, however, am a MINOR.

Everything is in character, no matter how shitpost-y it is. take a closer look though, there's a tip. I'll mark everything as in-character or not in both the top of the post and the tags, just to be sure.

This information page will be updating based on where I'm at in the storyline.

Running an ARG on the Hell Website(tm) is a weird decision, but I'm too busy to try and do anything over a custom website/with an army of sock puppets on 4chan/YouTube.

My main account, which is not in-character, is @whyamihererlly. The other artist working on this with me is @kayo-kojiros, who is helping with paneling and text.

TW/CW LIST:

This list will update as it goes on and I write more of the story, since I only have the basic outline.

derealization

blood/gore in later chapters

general horror in later chapters

heavy themes of war

heavy themes of classism

language

eyes, a lot of eyes and mouths

religious themes

Update Schedule

(subject to change based on extenuating circumstances):

Once I get the designs and basic layout done and posted, here's my upload schedule.

At least 1, possibly 2 small sections of the series every week.

At least 1 lore page post a week, possibly more.

Maybe more, I'm currently working on uploading everything I have on paper to my Google Drive and writing everything I have on online on paper with formatting so non-series lore will be slow until I finish

Lastly, tagging. I will be tagging all of the series pages as 'Requiem By Shenz'. The lore pages will be 'Post-Era History 25th Edition'. All other posts are for you to figure out, it's a semi-ARG after all, not me serving you the entire dish. The first two tags are both linked down in the tags of this post.

Everything in-character will be tagged and marked in parentheses at the top of the post. Everything not in character will be tagged as such and marked in bold at the top of the page.

New Info:

I am aware that my magic system is near identical to the one in Reverse: 1999 (based purely on the 5 minutes of the game I've played.) I did not take inspiration, steal, or use the game in any way, shape, or form. I have not played any longer than the five minutes because I realized how similar the systems were and I couldn't handle it because I've been working on this series since January of 2022 and have had the magic system since February of 2022. If the magic systems end up being identical, oh well, I have the screenshots to prove that I didn't take any inspiration. If you're wondering why I'm addressing this, Reverse: 1999 is the reason why I'm speeding up my schedule because my biggest fear is someone taking my magic system/plot.

Story sections will be very short. There may be large amount of character over description. This is a relic from back when I was planning to make this a comic instead of a text based series, and I cannot keep up the same schedule of uploading if I remove this. Once the first 5-ish pre-written chapters are done uploading, this will not be an issue anymore, but I may have to upload more slowly.

This may or may not extend onto other sites. I do have an Instagram account set up but nothing on there will be active lore.

I do not care how this appeals to anyone, I just need to get this series out before anyone takes any more of my plot.

Everything bearing any resembalance to anything to do with real life events is purely coincidental. Anything bearing similarities to real life people or places, is artistic interpretation.

[moviehealthcommunity]

If possible could you do a seizure rating for Baby Ruby? Not sure if you take requests, my apologies if you don’t.

It just came out two months ago and it was fine the whole movie but of course there’s a club scene about half way through. Solid black and white rapid flashes for about 1.5 minutes. It’s not a crucial plot point so nothing was missed by simply looking away and listening.

I don’t remember any disorienting camera work or intense lights aside from that. There is high pitched crying in the background for majority of the movie.

Other than that cw warnings for blood, mentions of infanticide, heavy themes of psychosis/dereality, very light body injuries (2 or 3 biting scenes and one semi off screen ear lobe injury), and themes dealing with postpartum mental health.

We typically only take requests through the inbox of our Patreon page, but we take them from either tier ($1 or $5 pledge per month, which can be cancelled at any time).

If this film becomes available on Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, HBO Max, Disney+, Paramount+, or Peacock, we'd be happy to get an evaluation done based on this Tumblr request, but you'd have to let us know that it has reached one of those services.