#Oh the horrors

[pelinthehay]

“Easy, sweetheart, easy. Just me.”

my cowboy stone butch x eldritch horror high femme ocs ❤️

[blitz0hno]

It's sad to me that if the Milgram cases were Real with ALL the character traits/situational factors being the Same and we analyzed the people the same way we do the characters, we'd all be mocked and degraded for humanizing these "muderers" (except MAYBE Shidou and Yuno but that's not even beginning to touch the other end of the spectrum; some of the patronizing the fans do of characters reflect their real-life sense of "pity" etc.)

Like obviously people are gonna be wary about actions that lead to Death but tbh ALL THESE MURDERS WERE PREVENTABLE WITH BETTER SOCIETAL STRUCTURES

this wasn't supposed to be a long post but fuck it

Haruka needed a caretaker and a care team who understood his emotional and physical needs; he was neglected and compared instead, left to cope with intensely painful emotions alone.

Yuno is highly isolated and seeks feelings of warmth and closeness in quick gratification, because giving your heart to someone else in a selfish world is dangerous; she needed honesty and realness, and also an economy that doesn't make men's objectification of her an ideal career choice.

Fuuta is also highly isolated and has extremely punitive views; his "community" was built on vitriol instead of good faith.

Muu is a neglected teen who lashed out as a result of the social structures she and her friends perpetuated; a culture of perfectionism and hierarchal notions make desperation to stay "on top" explosive.

Shidou shouldn't live in a world where he has to "deceive" people to help transplant patients, or suffer with guilt over his own family; a culture of death acceptance and genorosity would help him overcome these horrible feelings.

Mahiru had her mind fixated on a highly commercialized/mainstream idea of "love" and "romance," wrapping her self-worth in it to the point where she pulled another down; had her partner been honest with her, in a world where saving face and repression wasn't more important than communicating, they could have been at peace with or without each other.

Kazui was forced by the expectations of others to play a role he never wanted to, and another human's hopes and dreams were wrapped up in this role; his "failure" to be a husband to her as a straight man would not have even been an issue in a world where everyone can explore themselves without shame.

Amane was raised with cult ideology and shown immense levels of violence for a child to comprehend; she should have been protected, and a world where safety is more important than ideology would have saved their whole family.

Mikoto was heavily abused to the point where "survive by any means necessary" is on the table; everyone involved in his "murder" would have been better off showing a lot more compassion to others AND themselves.

Kotoko, though no "tragic backstory" that we know of, has always known that this world and that people in it can be violent and cruel; giving them a taste of their own medicine wouldn't be so bad if the medicine weren't so horrible to begin with.

If this world sought understanding before judgement, Es would not have the weight of 10+ worlds on their shoulders.

But if the world wasn't this way, we wouldn't have Milgram.

So it goes.

[rb19]

F1 Grand Prix of Hungary July 21, 2024 Photo by Sander Koning

[crumb]

Queer horror spans all of these options and if it was its own option we all know it would win hehe.

[six-tooth]

I'm still alive somehow

[lefttoesucker69]

Just turned off my news notifications for the rest of the week. I learned the results of the last US election thanks to destiel and I'm GONNA LEARN IT THAT WAY THIS TIME AS WELL

[ghouliflower]

marcille and falin.... orpheus and eurydice..... do u all see the vision pls tell me u see the vision

[lemon-eaterr]

It's so sad that there isn't a shy tgirl i can make out and frot with that also lives close to me

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

[You Gotta Know That This Won't Last]

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TW/CW - Discussions of Death

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Or - Icarus Morningstar's will.

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The quill feels heavy in their hand - despite it being rather light.

The bandages (blood and potion stained alike) wrapped around their hands - their gloves, blood stained and littered with memories Icarus so desperately wants to shove away, long discarded - keep the quill from shifting in shaky hands.

Their eyes are unfocused, goggles discarded around their neck, and their hair loose and wild around their face. (It hangs too long. Icarus should cut it. Objectively speaking, they should. People could use it to their advantage if they get into a fight. People could hurt them really bad if they get ahold of his hair.)

(The only problem is that Icarus can't find the energy to care.)

(Icarus couldn't find the energy to do a lot.)

They're leaned against the table, quill hovering empty above the sheet of paper - their hand and forearm settled fully against the wood; their other hand tangled into knotted hair, elbow braced and tense against their desk. (The ink beside their arm was shifting colors, sporadic and glitching (just like their chest). It takes a moment, but eventually, Quixis seems to settle on a shimmering blue-ish purple.)

The tears bubble quietly, building and blurring their vision but never quite falling. A sob threatens to build, fall from their lips and spill every built-up emotion, but it never does - swallowed back and held at bay as they attempt to regin their breathing back in. (There was nobody here. Fable was out doing whatever he did when no one was there to watch. Rae wouldn't be coming back. No one could come in or out unless they were Icarus or Fable because of the Watchers. No one was here. They could cry. They were allowed to, here; like this.)

(The only problem is that if Icarus starts crying, they don't think they'll be able to stop.)

"It's-" Their voice is rough, coarse even to their own ears. Their ear-wings pull close, flinching slightly at the sound. (They haven't talked in a while. They didn't think they could, right now. Their throat still feels closed and tight and everything still seems too much. Powering through pain and discomfort to reassure themself and others was something they've gotten rather good at.) They swallow, closing their eyes for a moment before forcing them back open. The quill presses to the paper, but they don't move to write. "It's just in case." Their voice is breathy and quiet, and they're honestly surprised the tears haven't fallen quite yet. "It's- It's just in case. Because- Because he'll fix it. He'll fix it and I'll be- I'll be okay." They pause, squeezing their hair tight in their hand and pressing the quill impossibly deeper into the paper. "I'll be okay. It's- It's just in case."

(Icarus is dying. They all tried with Momboo - there is no fixing it. Centross fixed Ven. (Fable fixed himself.) But Centross was dead. And Icarus is starting to doubt Fable ever had plans to bring him back.)

(Maybe they'd even die near the cave.)

(What a horrible thought to think.)

They start writing with shaky hands, teary eyes, and a rabbit-ing heart; scrawling the blue-ish purple ink across the near inky white pages.

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Precautionary measures - Just in case anything were to happen suddenly.

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The words feel stilted despite the fact they were written down and not spoken; Icarus far out of their element.

(They were supposed to be dead anyway - what did it matter?)

(If they died, who cares? No one likes them anyway.)

(Wouldn't be the first time, either.)

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The last will of one Icarus Morningstar; prince and heir to both the Gilded and Morningstar kingdoms, and Creation's child.

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A few stray drops of blood fall off their chin, soaking into the paper and staining it. Ironic, considering the paper's content.

(Icarus was starting to really hate blood.)

They blink, letting out a small sigh as they read over the few words they've written.

(Calling themself Creation's child left a bitter taste in their mouth.)

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To

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They stare at the word, contemplating who's name should follow it.

(Contemplating if they even tried to add their father.)

(What more could he take, anyway?)

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Rae - I'm sure your science, overthinking brain is trying to figure out how you could've saved me - despite everything that's happened between us. I always loved you for that.

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Tears fall silently into the paper, their lip wobbling slightly.

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To you, my brother, I leave much. Mainly, any and all books related to Quixis and the Wack. As I'm sure you want to figure that out as much as I do. I also leave some nesting materials - you're stressed and gods know you need blankets and things of that sort to help calm you down.

To Athena - I'm sorry I've been kinda shitty. You didn't deserve that. But, there's not a lot I can do to make up for it now. (Because if you're reading this, I'm dead. Duh.) To you, I leave my potioning supplies. Books, ingredients, things of the like. And, like Rae, I also leave some nesting materials. I'm not quite sure what you put in your den - but, I hope the thought counts.

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(They don't think they like doing this anymore.)

Their hand was starting to hurt. Fingers tense and stiff with old scar tissue, and aching with the rain and cold that seemed to permeate around them.

(They just wanna go home.)

Their eyes seem to burn the longer the tears fall, the salty liquid soaking into the paper below.

(When did they stop thinking of this place like home?)

The ink seems to spread at every little drop, purple spreading into a deep blue.

(A while ago.)

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To Ari and Ven - I miss you guys. You really helped, during all of that. Even if me and Ari spent most of our time together arguing. It was a good distraction from everything else. To the two of you - anything of mine that was in the office. I know it's not much. But you can take whatever of it you'd like.

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They stare at their words a moment longer - scratching words into the bottom of the paper before promptly striking them out - before they toss the quill aside and fold the sheet up.

The dirt and dust from their table coats the outside of the paper, obscuring any ink that might've seeped through and making them move their focus to the dirt residing under talon-like nails. (There was blood under them too. They were trying not to think about that)

(They were failing.)

They swallow, huffing quietly as they stare at the folded will atop their desk. They weren't just going to leave it there, that wouldn't be a very fun conversation. They didn't really have another secure place to put it, however.

Well - they do suppose they can keep it on them. In their pocket. A constant reminder of what's to come.

And so, that's what they do; standing from their seat with creaky bones, stretching and shaking their wings out behind them, before grabbing the paper and placing it inside one of the inner pockets on their coat. (Despite the paper weighing hardly anything, it felt like weight after weight after weight had been added to their pocket.)

They sigh, shaking their head with a small noise.

They shift, turning and crossing the room to their nest in long strides. (The avian in them trills at their nest, even if it was mostly their own clothes and the periodic stolen Centross shirt. The more human part of them hates it; wants to break and destroy and tear apart.)

(The human part of them cares about what their father thinks.)

They shake their head, settling in with a small chirp - ignoring the weight in their pocket.

(They curl around something of Centross'. The scent and the texture and the everything about it making their bird brain so incredibly pleased and comforted.)

(It didn't even feel like they had just written their own will. Just written the very thing that no one wants to write.)

(Maybe it was for the best it didn't feel like they had just written it.)

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To Centross - To you, whatever is left of me. Bury me somewhere pretty, why don't you?

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[monigote001]

me when I realize that all Clex content has to be created by me and it cant be done just with magic in my mind

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Okay. But if Shen Yuan took over as Shen Qingqiu, did Shen Qingqiu take over as Shen Yuan??

[arachred]

"lance falls first, keith falls harder-" im so sorry. i am so sorry. i just cant put up with this anymore. youre just so wrong. im. youre going to have to leave the room if you keep talking like this.

[lefttoesucker]

It's summer ya know what that means! *Gets consumed by The horrors™*

[daily-vitamin-vbs]

Welcome to the VBS Pharmacy!

my name is Nobe (or 野別), pronounced as “No bae” haha I’m half Japanese with Italian roots- but that doesn’t really matter whatever. Anyway I go by any pronouns and uhhhh I have horrible memory. Sorry in advance

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I guess… just don’t touch anything you aren’t gonna buy? oh and please don’t touch the fruit basket, my boss put it there for uhhhh what was it. “prosperity”?? Anyway it’s been there for a while it’s probably all yucky and rotten lmao Enjoy your time here!

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((GUESS FUCKING WHAT 💯 ooc in (( or //

Not much disturbing imagery, currently I only have one instance. And it’s not exactly threatening- I wanted to have a more mild one for people who aren’t as comfortable with it <3 I’ll still tag it.. currently there should be no actual gore so you should be good with that.

trigger warnings for this blog is Mentions of, well, drug use Mentions of death, or something like it. glitches in videos ummmm random shit in Japanese guilt being handled badly but in a metaphoric way. a lot of this is metaphoric You don’t get threatened though 👍

JST time zone.

AND MOST CODE WILL BE BINARY. And uh Japanese. And/or Caesar cipher. The shift is encoded in the binary in this one, as well as a pretty important thing in this story. please complain to me if you can’t figure it out.

tags for now are #vbs vitamin #not vitamin #pharmacy mail ^asks #nobe speaks #maybe… lore? ^gonna be a lot of that. read people #epicly canon lore ^Nobe doing goofy shit #Oh The Horrors ^rambling, that’s what I call my scatterbrain/speculated adhd #ooc post

[glassamphibians]

not great at understanding masculine vs feminine but i do know that shopping in the women’s section is agonizing and clothes in the men’s section are fucking boring

[lord-of-cats-n-sleep]

No one talk to me for a few days after this whole ordeal. I love tragedies but. whew. The dehumanization, even in death, always born out of desperation and skewed morals. The horror of defiling the man who taught you so much and that you look up to because there is not anything else to do. Even though Gojou consented to it, Yuuta must feel so awful about the improper death knowing how he felt about that. Being a part of those reducing him to a tool in the most extreme way of all. They are both suffering so much over this. The worst part is that even this may not be enough to stop Sukuna. and what if it doesn't. i cant imagine the horror and disgust Yuuta would feel about himself from his monstrous actions amounting to nothing in the end. No one can be blamed but it still feels like being stabbed in the gut with grief for everyone involved. And i cant even trust the cyclops cat to not have this all be in vain. Gege Akutami just cant seem to stop writing heart wrenching yet beautifully symbolic tragedy