#NECRONOM

[necronom-iv]

[hollow-head]

stop asking where Marcille went. she was doing magic research.

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[benthesoldiersjeanshorts]

[zegalba]

H.R. Giger: Necronom IV (1976)

[justfortrolls]

This Clowednesday we are stressing over an old man's tiddies and all the connected issues such as:

- gender presentation in trolls and if dysphoria exists within the context of a less sexually dimorphic species

- if I should subscribe to the less sexual dimorphism theory in trolls since it has no cannon backing

- ancestor and descendant gender and sex parallels

- is it moral to un-transgender a guy to keep his descendant cis

- how funny it is for a fella in my brain to be protective over something he didn't even want

- how cool it is that a guy ripped his own tits off

- "I want the scars" you wanna be septic is what I'm hearing

- homoerotic wound tending and fretting over and pitying an idiot

- Adding tiddies to a different old man who is still an old man but gives less of a shit about his chest and thinks it's pretty fun actually

- if those two old men should kiss.

- if three old men should kiss.

- my back hurts

[monstersoffilgaia]

[sm-stands-for-shit-muncher]

Died and came back from the late 60's and was one of the stand-out moments on the album

hell yeah Beatles necromancy

died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

[retroscifiart]

H.R. Giger: 'Illuminatus I' (1978), 'Biomechanoid' (1976), 'Necronom III' (1976), 'Biomechanoid Landscape' (1976)

[bitesonmyneck]

necronom v - hr giger, 1976

[hd-erised]

H/D Erised Fic: Storm's Eye

Author: @shiftylinguini Recipient: @jtimu Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: Mature Word Count: ~12,500 Tags: Alchemist Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Magical accidents, Necronomical botany, mortal peril, light angst, bit of anti-ministry sentiment, friends to lovers, getting together, Hurt/comfort, bed sharing, alchemy, magical lore, brief mild gore, Legilimency

Summary: Harry's surprised that Draco didn't have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house. In Harry's addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco's gobsmacked face. He doesn't get that far, though. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Storm's Eye

[memeapple2]

Metalocalypse starters

"They're trying to tell you that the guy got his face smashed into the hovercraft, that's what they're trying to tell you."

"I would rather have my brain scooped out with a melon-baller than to miss the opportunity to deliver the various cheese snacks to my beloved _____."

"We are here to make coffee metal. We will make everything metal. Blacker than the blackest black times infinity."

"This is, I believes, called food libraries."

"It's called a grocery store, ya douchebags! I'm sorry about douchebags. I got... got low blood sugar."

"Alright, here's the deal: we have to do our own shopping so we can make our own dinner like regular jack-offs do. Now you're all in charge of putting together one dish. AND DON'T JUST BUY BOOZE! That ain't food!"

"What do you mean, "booze ain't food?" I'd rather chop off my ding-dong than admit that!"

"You'd rather chop off your ding-dong than not drink?"

"2 cups of rice." [pours rice into measuring cup, then through the shopping cart] "Brutal."

"Okay hold on now, so you're telling me that you put these little guys in boiling water and they shrink, and they turn red, and they die? That is the most metal thing I ever heard in my whole life. High five!"

"Guess what, you are a GMILF. That is a grandmother that I would like to -"

"Lemme guess - not "heavy" enough, not "tuned low" enough, not "brutal" enough?"

"Oh, right. That dude that you headbutted? The guy was a Danish Prince. Can you believe that?"

"Friends, we're... we're not used to the whole apologizing thing. We're not professional apologizers. We're... musicians. So, we wrote a song for you, a new national anthem. We took the lyrics straight from your Finnish folklore book of necronomic spells."

"Oh, I hate Finland. I need a hundred beers. I need a hundred beers. Exactly... exactly one hundred. Thank you."

"Hey I ain't no therapist, but I hate your mustache."

"I realize I don't even know the name of my father. I'm proud. I proud to know that I don't know that."

"It's a nice night for riding around in a cube!"

"Black out more. So you don't have to remember. The life. That you haaave... There."

"BACK OFF JACK OFF!!"

"All right, all right, popscockles we cans haves."

I have a dad! I fucking love my dad!"

"There isn't anything I wouldn't do to hang with Mickey Mouse!"

"We got you your favorite thing! Disappointment!"

"Yeah, but we such screw-ups that he would be sewn back together wrong."

"Can you please give me the laser pointer? It does not belong to you."

"My video was banned from music television, cause you could see my junk... through my jumpsuit."

"Hey Dogface, why don't you go and... eat some dog food, and eat your own throw-up, 'cause you're a dog... face."

"That's what families is, peoples you hates."

Hey, did you know that Norway has the lowest murder rate in the whole world? The lowest in the world?

Wait a minute, you mean that the murder rate in Canada is higher than Norway? Oh my god this place is lame! Lame place!

The fact that my parents had sex in order to create me makes me want to be buried alive.

"I'd rather die than go to heaven."

"Well, uh, I will tell you this, that's a good problem to have. That's a problem you want to have. It's a good one."

“How do you value your what you contribute of to at the workforce and second part, at which can you most can’t the least?"

“Bleach is mostly water, and we’re mostly water. Therefore, we are bleach.”

"Candy, tastes like chicken if chicken was a candy."

"I smell burning plastic. You do know.. that burning plastic isn't a snack right? You do know?"

"Yeah it's scream activated lighting. You walk into a room 'wheres my keys?' AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! There they are!"

“Use your fancy degrees assholes!”

"You mean astronaut camp is a lie? I’ve been telling everyone you’re going to be an astronaut! Now you’re making me look like an asshole!"

"What're those wooden things... chairs?"

“We’ll give you half……OF NOTHING!"

“Hey! Who peed my pants!” “I think you might be the culprit in this particular… mystery” “How the hell could I pee my pants when I’m standing right here!?”

"What's that burning smell? Did I leaves the lunchables in the microwaves again?"

"No, we're not-that's not even a repsonse to what I was saying. We're arguing two different things here."

"Don't say die SAY HAMBURGER TIME! Please say hamburger time when speaking to us."

[talonabraxas]

“The creature we finally ended up building is biomechanical to the extent that he has physically grown into, or maybe even out of, his seat, – he’s integrated totally into the function he performs.” — H. R. Giger

N0VA @faznova_ Alien

[benthesoldiersjeanshorts]

[vilja-valkonen]

Lake Trolls and Metal Luminaries: A Brief History of The Finnish Book of Necronomic Spells

The Necronomicon was first translated into Finnish in 1581 by Ukko the Mad, a monk from Turku. The book was suppressed by the church, but the forbidden knowledge it contained was carefully preserved and passed down via oral tradition.

In 1796, a surviving copy of Ukko the Mad's translation was found beneath the floorboards of a house near Lake Bodom. It was written on remarkably well preserved reindeer vellum, and numerous additions to the text had been made over the centuries. The manuscript melded the rites of ceremonial magic found in the Necronomicon with pre-Christian folk belief and has preserved centuries of occult praxis. It is one of the most complete records of its kind in the world.

Since it appeared, numerous publishers have claimed to offer perfect reproductions of the 1796 manuscript, often making greatly exaggerated and fantastical assertions. For example, when Aino Heikkonen published her 1827 Necronomica Finlandia, she insisted that she had channeled the spirit of Ukko the Mad to complete the book.

Still other publishers claimed to be Ukko's direct descendants, including Tahvo Valkonen, who published his Finnish Book of Necronomic Spells in 1832. Valkonen's replication of the manuscript is the most faithful and also the rarest, with only three copies confirmed to still exist. All are currently held in private collections. Infamously, one copy is owned by the metal band Dethklok.

[justfortrolls]

Discovered that one of my favorite dynamics is Disemboded x Too Much Feeling. Or maybe just Disembodied x Bodied But With Baggage Around Said Body. Not sure what that says about me.

Anyway, woe, writing WIP be upon ye

The funny thing about your footsteps being so far behind you is that it prevents the formation of solid bodily awareness. Something about how your eyes and your feet feel so disconnected. As if staring through binoculars. Focusing and unfocusing. In the few seconds of being aware of your walking you spare the thought that navigation has always been difficult. You think. 

Not that there is much to navigate in this particular time. It's all muted purples that bleed into each other at the edges of various shapes. Maybe. It could be blue for all you know. As the concern for color leaves your mind it is met with an uncharacteristic recognition of form. Some of the shapes are walls; the smaller shapes inside them are doors. You cannot feel it, but you can glimpse a floor at the edge of your vision.

Hallway. 

You are in a hallway. 

A brief echo of… something, something unpleasant, passes over you. No. You are nowhere. You will pass through this blur like you've passed through the others. And you will forget it like you've forgotten the others. Other what? You don’t remember. It doesn't take your mind long to let this concern slip away. 

It does take a moment longer to process the fact that you have stopped moving. Your only indicator of this is how the echos of your footsteps gradually creep closer to you and then suddenly cease. You blink, maybe, and look down to see if you can identify the reason for your stillness. 

Once your eyes settle to the new position you see…

You see something. 

You see someone. 

A… troll. Right. You see a troll. Smaller than you, knocked off kilter by your apparent impact. As they get themself up off the floor their head moves up- it's too smooth, it's too gentle, where is the rocking? The swaying? The effort to merely move?- and they look at you. 

Their face scrunches when they take in your appearance. Judgement? Affront? It doesn't stay long enough for you to process. The twist of their mouth goes slack and their eyebrows raise. Shock. That you can recognize. But how come? 

Have you seen his shocked expression before? No. 

[jestersdlc]

There's something mildly amusing about getting a birthday wish by my necronom from family and.....still having it spelt wrong, it's been TWENTY THREE YEARS and it's almost never spelt right XD