#soft horror

[zackloupart]

The Come Again Ranch (Wake Up)

[messmagu]

Swamp mood

[spamming-randomart]

Render Redraw

Wanted to draw Spy and what better than progress check!

Older version

[eightfish]

waiter, there’s a fly in my food

[fatalevil]

零 〜濡鴉ノ巫女〜 (2014)

[daniel-profeta]

Everywhere I Look I See Your Face

"I used to believe."

When I was a child, I used to look forward to bedtime with a sense of wonder. Each night when I lay on my dirty mattress, I would look for faces in the air around me. Swirling in that hazy DREAMWORLD were angelic presences that nurtured and listened to my cries. I would only see them a few times a year, but when they did decide to reveal themselves; it was uniquely beautiful. Their eyes were soft and kind, their fingers caressing the fog from my breath with gentle strokes of genius. Their searching hands were painting pictures that wandered and fluctuated within the colored dots you see when you stare at a light too long. A bird flying through the eye of a needle. Three golden strings braided into the hair of a puppet. A floating hourglass with the sand swiftly falling to a halting conclusion. Images and shapes swam before my wide eyes and lulled me to a peaceful sleep. The faces watched over me. Over time they came together into one single body. The faces were only one single face, pale and shining in the darkness of my room. The frequency of her visits increased as I got older. Her features became clearer, and she was beautiful to me. She wore a tattered black dress and she sometimes seemed to have wings as she hovered above me. Distinctly I remember hearing her voice calling me. It was faint as a whisper but had the quality and effect of the loudest scream. I was just on the edge of falling asleep and I sat up in bed as her words shot through my head. She was calling my name. She was calling out for me to return to her dwelling place. In that moment I felt a chill, far deeper and colder than anything my frail body had encountered before. This is the cold that sits beyond winter or frost and only inhabits giant refrigeration units in factories. Synthetic and alien, the cold gripped and scared me. That was the end of her. I grew up quickly. One could say I grew up before I was supposed to. Over time I forgot about the angel and as the sand quickened through the glass, I stopped believing in the face that once haunted me. Its features grew sinister, and my memory cast a shadow over thoughts of the creatures that hunt in the night. Then they came. Everything changed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1234 1234 nothing but faces abcd abcd staring faces ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world is dark and the stars are cold now. The glass has run out and my head hurts. I am older and still dwell in the same room I grew up in. As it turns out, drifting through life was the right way to go about it. Life had extraordinarily little meaning aside from that which I assigned to it. I assigned nothing because I was too busy searching for something to hold onto. Someone to tell me what the truth was. But there is none. No truth can save any of us from the unflinching end of our time. Now at the end I wish I could have believed what others believed. I wish I could return to the faith and glory of a past life where I was unflinching and innocent. But the dead eyes have started staring again. Everywhere I look I see your face, and it has grown tired of twisting into that of an angel. False prophets abound in the land of the living dead, and I see her now for the monster she is. There’s nothing I can do though. I am resigned to the fate of constant failure and never-ending letdowns. I’ve learned that hope is the only thing that keeps anyone going at all, and if I must fall and be disappointed to allow myself to hope, so be it. The time is up. The glass is empty. Take me, for I go willingly and embrace the belief which has grown beyond myself. The last thing I saw was your face before I fell asleep again. ----------------------------------------------------

thx for reading

[zackloup]

This only feels like the death of everything.

Inspired by "The Swimming Pool Song" by Laura Jane Grace.

[saturnisscreaming]

I really hate it when my shadow gains sentience and we have to fist fight

[shapedforfighting]

Look, I finished revisions on a whole entire book last night. A book I've loved for years and sometimes despised because it's so hard to keep myself focused on a project this long. I've spent the last literal year of any free writing time on revising. I spent my vacation from work getting this done. And I don't know how to scream on the internet about this but I need! To tell! Everyone!

It's 100 collected 500-word flash fics about The Hopeful Wanderer, a character I created for my blog series four or five years ago and based off Ginko from Mushishi. It's far future science fantasy with sub tones of soft apocalypse and climate change. The stories are gentle and creepy and whimsical and kind and hopeful. And the last ten stories tell the tale of the Wanderer and what's happening to the world and the stars.

It just has to go to beta reading now, then the final copy edit. Somewhere in there, I'll hire a book cover designer or figure out how to make my own. So if you wanna beta read or you are or know a really cool book cover designer, let me know. I'll send the content warning list in dms if you beta read so you're not surprised.

Anyway, I'm both buzzed and relieved to have reached this point. This monster of a project is getting done. Holy schmoly, it's gonna happen.

[lumenmews]

[zackloupart]

Nightwatch

[duckinthewild]

Undead sketches 21-22/07/23

Inspired by both halo flood and the last of us!

[ghoulierstudio]

✨Ladybug? Ever-changing

[ghostly-coats-art]

2-25-24

[saijspellhart]

Chained To You chapter 21

Puzzleshipping

Rated T

Chapter Summary: Yugi and Yami have some fluffy moments after the horror of the double shadow game.

An update! Finally! Please enjoy you lovely peeps!

[andreajingling]

👻

THIS ISNT A DREAM

IT'S A NIGHTMARE