Which Horror Subgenre Are You?
Body Horror
Gore, Splat-movies or torture porn. The fear of your own body being used against you. An experience so violent and visceral it leaves you marked forever, trapped in a body that isn't what it once was. You are an open person. You crave things in extremes. You might be sexually promiscuous, an adrenaline junkie, or otherwise an addict. You fear commitment and permanence. And boredom.
Tagged by: @gnarledbite (♡)
Tagging: Whoever would like to do it?
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DC: Arizona stop breaking stuff! We talked about this.
Ari: I did not break it gravity broke it
Florida: you broke something else this morning
DC: Ari why you always breaking things
Ari: am not!!
Florida: Ari! New Mexico is mad at you
Ari: what! How is Newie mad at me I've been over here breaking things. I haven't done anything to him
DC: so you have been breaking things.
Ari: I'll rather be breaking things then have NM mad at me
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Playing the guessing game of:
'is Mum dead in a ditch bc the clinic insisted upon opening for the day despite multiple ice storms leaving the roads a skating rink'
or
'is Mum doing the little game she does where she still wants our planned call tonight, but wants me to call her despite originally suggesting it would be best for her to call me, but she wants to test if i really want to talk to her so she won't call until i text or call her first out of concern from not hearing from her'
It's been a half hour of waiting. I just want to do the dishes and go back up to my room lmao, Mum pls. If i put on my ear buds and start music and the dishes, she'll fucking call I bet.
Thing is, I absolutely don't mind doing a little post holidays catch up call, but also. Hate this situation, and there's always some version of it that's a possibility when we set up our calls.
Maybe I'll text and ask if she's still feeling up to it; she wasn't feeling well yesterday and we could absolutely reschedule it. she might also be upset that I'm implying she's too sick for a call.
I'm not winning by putting off texting her by typing this am i lmao
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"Meta Kniiiiight!!!" Kirby whined, batting at the older puffball with his fists as he leaned against him. "Just let me wiiiiiiiin!"
Meta Knight raised an eyebrow, unbothered by the other's 'attacks'. "And allow you to split yet another one of my masks in half?" He chuckled. "I'm afraid not, Kirby."
The swordsman had already learned that lesson twice by now, after going a little easier on his student and paying the price for it. At this point, with his stash of spare masks dwindling in order to truly challenge Kirby's abilities, he had no intentions of going anything less than all-out.
"You will not get any stronger if you only ever fight against weak foes."
"But it's haaaaard!" Kirby pouted, sinking to the floor. Though he may have been Dream Land's hero and had saved both it and the wider universe on several occasions, Kirby was still a child, and clearly, not one who appreciated losing several times over. "This dumb samurai stuff is different from our usual training!! I can fight really good when it's a normal battle. But this is just waiting... And waiting... And more waiting..." He yawned. Even just talking about all the waiting he had to do was making him tired. "And then when I can actually fight without getting in trouble, I've gotta be really really fast, because I lose if you hit me even once! I don't like it."
"What if you someday face a foe capable of defeating you in one blow?" Given the exceedingly powerful threats Kirby had faced in recent times, such an opponent was not entirely out of the question. So, it was important that, as his mentor, Meta Knight prepared him for the situation before it could arise. "It may be more wise to dodge rather than strike first in such a scenario, that is true, but the point of this exercise is to train your reaction time. Being able to react quickly and intelligently to anything your opponent may throw at you in the heat of battle is a vital skill to learn."
Kirby merely grumbled in response, absentmindedly wondering if there was any copy ability he could use to melt further into the ground. Maybe Meta Knight's lecture made just a teensy tiny little bit of sense, but it didn't make him any less frustrated by the new training regimen.
Meta Knight sighed at the young puff's antics, and produced the Maxim Tomato he had kept safely tucked within his cape. They had been training for a while now, he supposed, and it was good to have small rests every now and then between sessions. ...Even if that was something he himself was notoriously bad at incorporating into his own training. Luckily for the swordsman, Kirby immediately perked up upon seeing his favourite food.
"You will get better with practice, I am sure." Meta Knight said. "You are already quite skilled at spooking Dedede with that party popper, I must say." Handing Kirby the tomato, he added, "Take a break for now, however, and let me know when you are prepared to resume our training."
"Mm-hm! Thank you, Meta Knight!" Kirby gleefully responded, his sour mood forgotten as he held the precious Maxim Tomato in his hands. Good food made everything better! The new type of training was still dumb, in his opinion, and it was gonna be hard to beat Meta Knight with all those extra rules in place, but thanks to his snack, he had a feeling that he could do it!!
...Meanwhile, in the distance and out of sight of the unsuspecting duo, Magolor snickered to himself as he prepared his legion of mini Scarcutter attacks. It was wonderful to see his friends enjoying the theme park he created, and while he did have some Park Manager work to attend to... Well, who's to say he couldn't have his own fun in Merry Magoland's attractions?
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