#you remember you saw the horrors

[livvyofthelake]

the further out i get from graduating the more i genuinely think like. what the fuck was that.

[bruhstation]

can't it even be more obvious thomas. why are you surprised that a sudrian historical site filled to the brim with armor and weaponry that dates back to the middle ages has old people afflicted with the gold dust working around the castle

[thejeangreysummers2]

the simon fan fiction i read has left me emotionally hungover i can’t —

i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life

[licollisa]

And this includes artists who made their AUs centered around a sans or papyrus.

[pastacatprod]

Look, I'm not saying that cosmic horror writers are lazy, I'm just saying it's awfully convenient that HP Lovecraft was able to say things like "horrors I can't describe" instead of actually describing a thing.

If you're a writer struggling with writer's block, I suggest changing your genre to cosmic horror so you can throw in an "It was incomprehensible" and move on with your life.

[macabreblublu]

Long time hyperfixations are coming back

And guess what that is?

Yes, non-humans again

Specifically Aliens

Yautjas :)))

Also that pic above is nice but that didn’t do it justice

Lemme just

Good good, but needs a lil close up

Ok I couldn’t find perfect photos but basically I just wanna see these beautiful hunks😩👌🏼

*me checking off Yautja on my hyperfixation list

Anyways yeah, art for these dudes are coming-

[starbuck]

i KNEW it was gonna be a problem when i got to know actors too well… great, great film, but i could not take ANY of that seriously…

[sparky-is-spiders]

Title!

there was teeth in their kiss

Okay so I won't lie, this one really got away from me. I had like three different ideas and I was like "I'll just write a really short scene for all of them!!" only for the "really short scenes" to get... progressively longer. Oops?

I have two Lizardverse fics and one TMA (JE) fic. Because I don't want my Lizardverse stuff showing up in the JE tag and it's also The Longest One, so you can check the notes of this post to read it.

Also gonna be real I wrote these at ass-o-clock at night and Did Not Edit them, so.......

Oh shoot wait warnings! They only apply to the second one (you can stop reading at (Amaldyne)).

Body horror/mouth horror (mild?)

Non-consensual touching (non-sexual/non-romantic, but I figured I should still warn for it just in case)

(Send me a fic title!)

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): The Overseer is a creature called a Grotle (think ankylosaurus but bigger, spikier, and omnivorous). He's also a very dangerous necromancer. His real name is Mihzarch (pronounced Miz-ark), and these are used somewhat interchangeably. Leoshgon wields a sword called the Godslayer sword. It's a very deadly semi-sentient sword that's bonded to his soul. He's also a Noctar (a much smaller, fuzzier mammal species.))

(Leoshgon) The Overseer liked to put his teeth to Leoshgon's throat. It happened in the night, mostly, when Leo was curled against Mihzarch's heavily plated body, throat bared in offering for the Overseer to do as he would. He was always very gentle, of course, and very careful. As if Leo was a priceless, fragile heirloom, not the most dangerous weapon in the world. But there was a pressure there, and Leo could feel the shape of the teeth even through his mane: the wide, shearing ones in the back; the broad conical incisors in the front, wet with saliva and dreadfully cold. The puff of chilled breath sent shivers down Leo's spine. Leo wasn't sure he liked the sensation, really. It was uncomfortably damp, for one, and also sort of boring to be held in place for so long (aside from that brief spike of fear, which really wasn't fair to Mihzarch at all, because the Godslayer Sword was the real danger here, but- that wasn't the point anyway). But he always bared his neck willingly. And when those massive jaws closed so sweetly around his throat, he leaned into it. And then Mihzarch would let out a happy rumble that sang through Leoshgon's entire body, and all would be well.

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): Amaldyne is currently a (semi) unwilling servant of the ever-starving god of hunger. Eityr is weirdo freak bestie who want her to become as powerful as possible. Their relationship is. Uh. Weird. Amaldyne is a dragon becoming something More, Eityr is a Noctar)

(Amaldyne) "Show me." Amaldyne didn't look up when Eityr entered the room, nor did she turn to face her. In fact, she did not acknowledge Eityr's presence in any way at all. No matter. Eityr would not be so easily dissauded. Amaldyne's desk was strewn about with massive tomes and piles of documents and about a dozen bits of charcoal. It was as if some great beast of parchment had been savaged and slain atop it, and Amaldyne was trying to read the future in its bones. With a flick of her wrist and a stretch of her power, Eityr relocated them all to the floor, then hopped up onto the now-cleared metal. Amaldyne slowly raised her head to look at her with exhausted irritation written plainly all over her snout. "I want to see," Eityr said, "so show me." "Show you what?" the words were accompanied by a hiss of displeasure, but Amaldyne's wings remained loose and relaxed by her side. Unhappy, but willing to indulge. Were it anyone else, Eityr would find that infuriating. "Something happened, didn't it? There's something-" 'wrong' wasn't the right word. Whatever it was, it must surely be the opposite of 'wrong,' but Eityr struggled to think of an alternate descriptor. "Something happened to you, and I want to see it. Show me." Amaldyne nudged her down off the desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Eityr, and I don't have time to engage your every childish whim either, so please-" Sick of waiting and on a whim, Eityr grabbed at Amaldyne's lower jaw and yanked downwards. It split right down the middle, and the insides were coated with teeth that had not been there only a moment ago. Amaldyne let out a proper snarl then, shock intermingled with an animalistic rage. Her tail was poised to strike, stinger gleaming in the low light. But the tell-tale glow of dragonsflame never touched her throat, and so Eityr felt comfortable in running a paw along the seam where Amaldyne's mouth had split. No venomous fangs sank into her fur and no bite crushed the strength from her writs. Of course not. Amaldyne had always been content to let Eityr do as she would, why should this be any different? After a moment, Amaldyne pulled away. Her jaw clicked back together, and she watched Eityr through slitted, appraising eyes. "Satisfied?" She asked? Eityr saw no reason to lie. "No."

[chibishortdeath]

Hmmm I kinda want to make a side blog for RPG Maker game development related things to be able to talk to more experienced people in that community, but at the same time I both don’t really think I’d get much attention and don’t want to accidentally spoil my own game (^^ ; ).

I have a rough story, concept doodles, a tileset, some character sprites, an enemy that walks around but can’t initiate battle yet (if I even decide to have a battle system), a couple rooms with some events, and a functioning run button, but I’m still lost on how to do much else at the moment. Especially since this program has the ability for scripting, meaning I’ll probably have to learn and actually retain another coding language.

So, I’m not very far at all lol. Idk how well that’d go over on the established fandom website, but eh.

[triglycercule]

i am severely upset at the sexyman polls for this year. yeah its absolutely because im biased and not a single one of the mtt won. but killer vs error is still going on you say!!! NO,,,,, killer's lost,,,,, its 70 error 30 killerISH so yeah,,,,, none of the mtt MADE!!!! IT!!!! and with the boom in killer content these past few months i wasSO FUCKING SURE that he'd like AT LEAST get higher up. nope. because of ERROR. listen i like him. he was my og bias when i first joined this fandom. i was an error fanatic. but bro,,,,, bro,,,,,,,,, killer,,,,, lost,,,,,, AND FUCKING HORROR AND DUST LOST TOO!!!! LIKE WHAY. WHAT. PUTTING HORROT AGAINST ERROR AND DUST AGAINST CROSS!!!! THEYRE LITERALLY BOTH THE TWO GUYS THAT (1/2 of them) WON LAAT YEAR!!!! OF COURSE THEYRE GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE MTT!!!!! this is very upseting im really sad imMAD. but no point in being a sore loser.... mtt won in my HEART 🧡

dust laughing at both horror and killer for getting the shit beaten out of them by error and then they bring up the fact that he lost to CROSS. this is the second time someone in the mtt lost to cross (theyre all making out in the loser's room) (mtt poly real btw)

[ratatatastic]

ngl its absolutely crazy how much winning a cup has rewritten history and the narrative™ because hearing "theres nothing negative you can say about being a florida panther" NOW. KEY WORD ON NOW. Because this absolutely was not the fucking case even since the franchises inception like even this year yall were making fun of our attendance numbers despite them being one of the best theyve ever been LIKE HUH. WHAT DID WE FORGET THE WHOLE SOFLO IS NOT A HOCKEY MARKET WE SHOULD MOVE THIS FRANCHISE. WE'RE BEGGING PEOPLE TO FILL THE LOWER BOWL. OH I FEEL BAD FOR SASHA AND EKKY FOR BEING DOOMED TO A FRANCHISE. THIS PLACE IS AN EMBARRASMENT. ETC. are we forgetting all that. are we just not going to acknowledge that.

[seraphonfire]

i should probably get that checked

[lindenmori]

sometimes i think that in defending, for example, a character when someone hates them, we occasionally forget that "art is meant to evoke feelings" very much includes the bad feelings too, and artists put work into making their horror stuff scary and revolting, or their antagonist dislikable and rage inducing, or a fictional event uncomfortable, heartbreaking, enraging or horrifying to witness etc. and if youre like oh i Hated that thing so much, it doesnt mean youre any kind of prude or mean person, it means the art Worked

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Legend, moving past grief, living in the hopeful bittersweetness of repair. He chose to go on another adventure, to be a hero again.

The ocean hummed in the distance, loud, crashing waves beating into his skull. The sun was beginning to dip under the horizon, hidden by the endless sea, painting the sky golden and dyeing the water with iridescent qualities. Sea foam bounced cheerily across the beach, blown by the constant breeze, carrying a taste of salt into his mouth.

Link stared at the foam as it skidded to a halt at his feet.

He'd gotten to the mainland two days ago, but he hadn't moved since. He was almost out of water. He hadn't eaten in nearly an entire day.

But he couldn't get himself to leave.

What had been the point of any of that? Had it been real? He knew it had been real, it had to be, she had to be--

Link squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face into his knees, tucked into his chest.

He'd had to choose. He'd had to choose between living in a dream forever or accepting reality.

Why did reality have to be so damn awful?

Link squeezed his legs even tighter. It had seemed to simple in the heat of the moment. Why wouldn't he want to return to reality? The dream was wonderful, but it was a dream. It was beyond foolish to think remaining there was okay. He woke up on driftwood for heaven's sake, he would have died if he hadn't woken up.

Then why did it hurt so much?

Dreams weren't normally so real, they weren't normally so immersive. The Wind Fish was a spirit for goddess' sake! Magic was clearly involved - what if there had been a way to--to--

To what? Transfer fiction to reality? Make Koholint real?

Make Marin real?

He hadn't slept in two days. What if he went back to Koholint when he closed his eyes? What if this was all still a dream? What if Koholint had been the reality?

Link shook his head. He knew that wasn't the case. He knew it.

Had they been conscious, real people at some point? Had they been lost at sea as he had? Had he just destroyed their chance at escape, destroyed their only remaining existence? Had he freed them from their spiritual captivity? Was he a murderer or a savior?

Did any of it even matter?

Link tasted bitterness in his mouth. He didn't want to move. He couldn't leave. He felt heavy and dizzy and sick.

But sitting here didn't change anything. Being lost in his thoughts wouldn't bring them back, it would only destroy the justifications he made for the decision in the first place.

Because he couldn't live in a dream. He wouldn't just let himself drift in the ocean and die to hide from reality. That wasn't who he was.

He was a Hero of Courage. And no matter how awful reality could be, no matter how terrifying or lonely or cruel, it could be beautiful and amazing and an adventure. He just had to seek it out.

Marin wouldn't want me to be sitting here dying slowly.

Swallowing thickly, Link slowly rose to his feet, feeling dizzy at the sudden change in position after staying there so long. It was growing dark, but the moon was rising, shining brightly on his face. It was cold, but he felt warmth in his heart. It was quiet but his mind was screaming.

One step. Then another. You have to keep moving forward.

And so he did.

[rusanya-does-edits]

Something weirdly specific for at least some of us, that we've had in mind for awhile; unfortunately this was the closest we could get with a picrew tbh.

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Like, fortunately for us; while we have some things that irk us with this one, but this hits pretty close in a metaphorical sense at least for the people we're thinking of. Unfortunately for us, some of those are more obvious than others so we hesitated on weather we needed to share this or not LOL.

[corviknight-appreciator]

To that other anon: I'm in 2011 you asshole. I don't need a blog to send anons, that won't be added for another... couple years at least I think? Monologuing is dumb.

To you: my point is that deicide is good and I'm glad that you're considering it as an option because most people don't! But also those conces sure can quence and the worst thing I've done is attempt (unsuccessfully) to borrow someone's device because I was curious about what she was even doing. With ominous sonnetry because I think poetry's cool.

Anyway I'm done arguing with people on the internet. Stay safe and don't send me that shit again there are much better targets like. Idk. Fucking ultra beasts. Team Rocket.

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