#SHE DRAWS THE LINE AT CENTIPEDES

[bluuxriising]

Bluu can levy entire towns, summon typhoons to sink naval fleets, and call upon monstrosities from the Mariana trenches, but will scream bloody murder if she spots a centipede crawling on the wall and will beg you to kill it for her.

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TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

[thesparklytoast]

human centipede only one mouth to feed

zoey belongs to @ntls-24722

Don’t worry, no model was harmed during drawing this painting

and don’t worry the food was

Now for the apology

I am so so so so so sorry I know you thought of something to probably less than this and I know this is inappropriate but I swear to God I didn’t let her eat anything inappropriate. This is the ingredients I swear, and I don’t know how to apologize to her, even though she was chasing me the whole time I was trying to draw this I managed to came out like that and still she laughed at me because of my terrified face (I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to put. It’s in my main blog so I put it here because it’s more comfortable for me.) there is anything that you think is an appropriate. Please do tell me and I know it took such a long time and I’m so sorry for that. You probably forgot about it. But I swear

She’s fine she’s completely unharmed (I was going to draw the stitches on her mouth, but I didn’t have enough space in my storage, and I almost lost the drawing. So now we have this I want to make him more official about her being the human centipede for Halloween that I will not even be able to have enough storage to draw the stitches so here we have it the final piece I didn’t add any glitches because when I did add it and look weird, it took off the bloody vibe away)

look, she’s fine look

She’s just sitting there, crunching on the cereal (and if you found her in the main picture her mouth looked very similar to them to the picture you end up answering me with how her mouth mechanic work is because I couldn’t draw it and I really really don’t have time because I have plenty of exams and I really need the time for her because I really really really like her personality even though I don’t really have a a fully good image of her real personality, but I think she will be a very sarcastic and very pun filled person and that’s the reason why I wanted to draw her I just needed any excuse and somehow made a hole in inspiration for me in the red flag song by tom cardy the line “ human centipede only one month to feed” as you can see it, and I’ve already explained it😭

and I think I beat it a little bit of my fear towards the human centipede but still, remembering the image, or remembering, the name my my imagination goes wild, and I would feel like my guts are moving around and it makes me gag

[kinmokusei-stars]

My Inuyasha oc Kouko's last reference sheet was a bit outdated, and hard for me to properly use and colorpick from, so I figured I'd make a new, more in-depth, easier to use one! Now with a nicer formal outfit, because the last one was an eyesore- LMAO SUPER happy with how this came out though! o(≧▽≦)o This should make drawing her a lot easier, and just all around looks nicer.

Kouko Yoshida, Also known as 'The Sapphire Swordmaiden', is a stoic demon slayer wandering on her own with nothing but her sword, her horse, and her wits. Though her height, with her standing at about 6'2, and her closed off demeanor can make her look a bit cold if not downright intimidating, deep down she's actually just a warmhearted softy with a habit of feeding fish and other animals she comes across on her adventures and picking up pretty rocks. She's more of a gentle giant than anything else when it comes to people or animals, even if she harbors a deeply set grudge against near all demons for reasons she refuses to share.

She meets the main cast through a misunderstanding started through her having a jewel shard or two on her person that ends in the crew gaining two more shards, and a new party member.

She sticks near Kagome and Sango a majority of the time when she isn't alone, mostly because they seem the most trustworthy, with her being unsettled and freaked out by Shippo, and giving Miroku a near constant silent treatment after their first interaction. Though oddly enough Inuyasha seems to be more on her good side than either of the other guys on the team, with her seeing being half demon as being more trustworthy than a fullblooded one. They do end up falling in love, but that's only way later down the line after a long buildup.

I'll write down some little extra little facts about her below, but if you're interested in Kouko's backstory and relationship with Inuyasha more in-depth, you can check out her backstory post, and my “Get to know my ship!” Post

- Her horse is named Aiko, who she takes with her everywhere. She's had him for years, and he's her baby, she'd kill a man for that horse if needed, and likely has at some point. (I intend to draw Aiko in the future!)

- Her favorite hobbies are fishing and collecting rocks she finds pretty. Fishing soothes her mind, while also being a good way of getting food, and collecting rocks is just a culmination of her "Oo shiny" mentality and makes her happy LMAO She has a small bag of all of her favorites she's found over the years.

- She prefers meat over a majority of sweet foods, whether it be fish, chicken, or something else, she's happy with it. One of the few exceptions though is persimmons, which are her favorite fruit, and hold a special place in her heart.

- She has a lower, soothing voice. It gets rumbly and purr-like when she's tired or extra relaxed.

- She's afraid of bugs. Not things like Mister Centipede, but normal, run of the mill bugs. She gets so startled everytime Myoga pops up.  Huge demons are light work when compared to the actual two to three inch bug, and her excuse is how easily they could wriggle their way into things like clothes and bags, but they mostly just ick her out.

- Her emotional weakness is fire or smoke in general. She hates the smell of it, and tends to sit a ways away from any campfires they group has, either polishing her weapon, or sewing up rips in her clothes. This only changes later on, when she's gradually brought closer to the campfire little by little, and reassured that she's safe with them over time.

That's all for now! Any other little details will be shown throughout drawings or small comics!

[tippinghatterart]

First one down! This is Iris, she is a god for a dnd campagin I am slowly working on (I am trying to draw all the "main" npcs). LITTLE LORE, just for the folks that like lore. Iris is the goddess of Illusions in the campaign I am working on the island players are gonna be on is run by gods that embody the types of magic Illusions, Enchantment, necromancy ect. Iris is the goddess of illusions, she loves extravagance and as well as playing tricks. I would say personality wise she kinda acts like royalty, but in the self centered and I like that and this is mine sort of way she is also big on THEATRICS! I will say all the gods/goddess I am making have an alternate form (think Kaiju) and her's is a mix of a centipede and a moth and is HUGE!! Next one I am working on is the deity for abjuration so if you look at the line art that I doodled for the designs and shared previously maybe you can guess!!

[butchhamlet]

Hiii :3 since we are talking Macbeth lately, have you by chance watched Throne of Blood(pretend a question mark is here my question mark key on isn't working rn sob) It's a 1957 Macbeth adaption that places Macbeth in feudal japan as a war drama and it is!!!! Like!! Well first of all the actual film on a technial level is very good imo, beautiful costumes, acting, writing that somehow mimics the original plays poise and beauty without taking any lines verbatim. There's some super fun imagery like Macbeth's analogue Washizu being constantly associated with centipedes in his home and war flags while Banquo's analogue Miki is associated with rabbits, some crazy fun to dissect symbolism there if you draw from Japanese mythology and folkore as is probably intended. Theres some plot shifts that like. Make me absolutely foam at the mouth ( spoilers now so come back later I suppose if anyone reading this wants to watch it and be surprised by the changes, its quick about 2 hrs and available on archive.org free and all that good stuff, also TW for child/infant death in it and in discussion going forward) Macbeth is actually happy to let the films Banquo and Fleance take over given his lack of heir but the thing that makes him change his mind and attempt to kill them is Lady Macbeth telling him she's expecting. Later in the film the child is stillborn and rather than Lady Macbeths death THIS is the death that pushes Macbeth over the edge to total tyranny and into his final battle and the 'out damned spot!' scene is reinterpreted as in part being, well, the child's blood. It's :( mh.

But yeah, its good, major recommend, love myself a guy thats doing so, so bad, which of course mackers is, the whole time. Also Macbeth is killed by his people, all firing arrows at him at once rather than any one guy, I think thats neat!! Good scene!! The betrayer is betrayed by his own people, violently, publicly, collectively, decimated by the ones he claimed to be fighting for. Good adaption.

OH MY FUCKING GOD???? I WAS GONNA GO "OH IS THIS THE GUY WHO MADE RAN? (THE KING LEAR MOVIE)" BUT THEN THE SPOILER PART KNOCKED ME OVER THE FUCKING HEAD HOLY SHIT. also that ending. ough

[dirtanddistance]

West Coast Running Odyssey - Alternate Title, How to RunMaxx a Three Day Weekend/Bay to Breakers Race Recap and More

Some weekends were made for running, and for this BC runner, Victoria Day Weekend was without doubt that weekend for me. Saturday morning started with an early alarm drawing me groggily downstairs to make a cup of tea and grab a bagel. I could hear the ominous beating of the rain outside. Checking my messages, it quickly became apparent that the group planning a run up to Tunnel Bluffs would not be convening. I texted Elise to check if she wanted to bail, and thankfully, she was prepared to get out there still. We enjoyed the meandering drive up Sea to Sky and got to trekking. Calling this a run may have been a slight exaggeration, seeing as we were hoofing it uphill a good amount of the way up. However, the trek paid off as we reached the bluffs to a view out across the sound. Perhaps not as majestic as a truly clear day, but braving the rain on the sparsely traveled trail up was worth the extra care scrambling up the final rocky sections. We logged our names on the little message station and beheld a soggy plush dog stationed in a stump overlooking the water, pondering his role and how he reached this place. Is he meant to tell us something? On the way back, much faster and with higher spirits, we gleefully ignored the building fatigue in our quads as we pulled into the parking lot with jelly legs, feeling incredibly fortunate to have not gone back to bed. And, because I have no chill when it comes to maximizing my run opportunities, I hopped on a plane to San Francisco shortly after.

Bay to Breakers is an event without comparison in North America. I'd participated around ten years ago, and would describe the event as a 12k long party rather than a 'race'. Between the costumes, the absurd spectators, the flying tortillas in the staring gate, the adult full frontal nudity, and the centipede category, you are guaranteed to see something you've never seen before. This year was no exception. We rocked up to the starting line as a party of three; two of us dressed in a rather obscure pop culture reference duo costume as Taylor and Matty for our best Tortured Poets Department impression. We'd ordered our race packets to be mailed to us, but when there was no hint of them the day before the race, I frantically emailed the help desk and was told I could pick our numbers up morning of. This went quite smoothly, if it was slightly disappointing to not have had the pre-event mailing work out. The starting corrals were well organized, but within moments the trademark ridiculousness took root with fajita size tortillas flying through the air. After being buffeted by a number of the delicious discs, I flung one back into the void, promptly striking someone in the face (sorry!) and earning a high five from my compatriots. As they released us into the streets through the starting gate, the real adventure began. I can confidently say that the sequined shorts were perfectly fine to run in with their protective nylons guarding them from my skin, which was possibly the largest surprise of the day. The first entertaining stop was a reverse piñata station, in which two rows of people dressed up like piñatas with inflatable sticks wallop runners passing through. After that, we encountered an entire crew dressed as crabs. This would turn out to be the most resilient and entertaining group of the day. The swarm of crabs would later be seen partying long into the afternoon in the park, absolutely in sync and on some kind of divine crab wavelength that the rest of us could only imagine existing within. As all three of us were originally from Florida, Hayes Hill was the most fretted portion of the event, and where we began walking. The amount of concentrated hype attached to this portion of the course is understandable given the mild elevation profile of the rest of the course. I quickly discovered as I forced us back to running on the downhill that my legs were not particularly pleased to be doing another downhill run after yesterday's blitz back from Tunnel Bluffs, but I ignored this inconvenient fact in favor of pressing onwards. We passed a Pit Stop in which a crew of spectators dressed in race car pit crew outfits slammed runners into camp chairs, poured some beer down their throats, and then shoved them back onto the course in a brutally efficient demonstration of debauchery. We walk/ran the remainder of the trek out to the Pacific, and even had someone recognize our costume along the way. Finally, the finish line and the breaking waves beckoned, and we collected our pretty sick finisher medals and oodles of snacks. 10/10 event, did 0/10 serious racing.

Why stop at two back to back days of iconic running destinations when you can stack up three? Only someone without a searing ambition to add a trail run to their San Francisco weekend would leave their Monday bereft of more miles. That, and I really didn't want to do another long run on my usual home route. Desperation leads to curious destinations, and that curious destination for me was the top of Hawk Hill via foot from Haight Ashbury. Like any sensible person who never drinks coffee, I decided that morning was the perfect one for my caffeine sensitive self to slam a soy latte before taking the 7 bus with my husband into town proper. After he picked up a bike and we picked out some waypoints, I was off and running. I have to say, I was running up inclines I would never even consider runnable during the first hour of this journey. I bounded up the stairs to Inspiration Point before bobbing down again to the start of the Golden Gate bridge. In my caffeinated stupor, I thought to myself that I might not be so pleased on the return route going back up, but decided that was a problem for mile 17 me and instead tackled the puzzle that was 'how to get onto the sidewalk that would take me across the bridge to the sweet sweet dirt and plants on the other side of it'. Now, I would understand if you were expecting me to have some kind of awe inspiring account of what it's like to run across this iconic piece of American engineering. This instantly recognizable more-orange-than-red bridge is the default bridge emoji. It links a storied American city with a massive national recreation area. Running across it, therefore, must be a religious experience. Perhaps it is, given that most of what I hear of religious experiences in America are filled with rage, inefficiency, and lack of consideration of anyone other than oneself. It was an infuriating experience. First of all, it's loud. Many cars and big water means much sound. Second, it's packed. This was a non-holiday Monday and it was packed. That's enough of a challenge, but I've been to Tokyo and seen that humans are capable of being very concentrated and also very orderly. This bridge traffic did not get this memo. Not a soul on this sidewalk had ever conceived of a single file line. The existence of pull-off areas for photos and pausing was completely ignored in favor of random stopping in the most congested sections. As someone who very minimally experiences what one might consider 'road rage,' I was shocked at the internal frustration building within me. Thankfully I refrained from externalizing that experience and made it to the other side, where I again had to go full Dora The Explorer to find the way to the other side of the bridge and finally get to the promised land - TRAILS.

The trails did not disappoint. As a friend pointed out to me later, Marin was the location of the North Face Endurance 50k years back, and understandable why they chose this location. Although most of my journey out was uphill, it was gradual enough to be fully runnable, leaving my cycle-bound husband in my dust. At the top of Hawk Hill, I enjoyed a fresh jam sandwich I'd bought with my coffee and ferried all the way up with me, in true trail run fashion. The trek back down became a bit more interesting as I took a different trail back along the ridge instead of along the road. I spotted a couple ahead of me, and then promptly tripped on almost nothing and ate dirt, in front of the only other humans I would end up seeing on the trail that day. I quickly waved them off in my embarrassment so I could cry quietly about it for a few minutes, and then hobbled along with the sad acknowledgement that I would not be flinging myself back down the hill with the ache in my knee now gnawing away. Each time I stopped it got a bit stiff, so I quit doing that and dragged my dusty, bleeding carcass back into town to meet my husband back at the Whole Foods, which seems like the only appropriate post-run meet point in San Francisco, for a post run kombucha (I kinda would have done anything for a classic Red Dye 40 packed Gatorade, but I was also not willing to expend any more effort than necessary seeking one out in my condition). While I felt bad for myself in my sticky and bloody state, I have to say I've been pretty fortunate to have made it about a year since my last dirt-eating debacle. I can't even mitigate it by saying it was super technical, or a dicey downhill. I was going uphill. There was probably some tiny rock. I'm going to take it as a good omen that I completed my mandatory knee scrape early in the season and that it will again bless the remainder of hot trail runner summer.

Looking back on the absurd trifecta of runs I was lucky enough to get to do, I was reminded of just how awe inspiring running can be - from the bonds we form with those we run with and friends we make along the way, to the absurdity one can witness from the vantage point of the street, to the majesty of the places our feet can take us. No matter the place, no matter the pace, going for a run is always a good idea.

[wifelinkmtg]

Cruel Angel’s Thesis intensifies

Technically, it’s “Kamigawa: Neon Dynasty” and not “Neon Dynasty Kamigawa” but only the latter facilitates “get in the robot, Shinji” jokes when you tap your pilot token to crew your Thundersteel Colossus, so. Anyway, none of the mecha cards are relevant to this project - it would have been too much to hope for a POWER DoLLS situation - so really, the moral of the story is that I should have saved the Samurai Jack title joke for this edition.

TODAY ON WIFELINK: GUSHING ABOUT CYBERPUNK FANTASY JAPAN

NDK was a great set, you have to understand. Do you remember how one of the few unequivocally good things about Legend of Korra was this project of imagining a 1920s industrial setting derived from (mostly) East Asian art and architecture? Yeah, similar story here. Just one example: the Imperial mecha look like someone did origami to sheet metal, which is super cool and lends their faction a distinct visual identity. The art in this set is gorgeous - soaring architecture, grungy neon alleyways, sick cyborgs, spirits (in the original Kamigawa block, spirits had some of the weirdest creature designs Magic had ever had, and this continues that legacy) - sagas! saga art is in-universe visual representation of a story that’s important to the people of the world, and NDK sagas are told on ornamental fans, wall scrolls, porcelain jugs, the carved hilt of a katana, a silk dress, in a leaf carving and vector graphics AND, the best saga art ever, on the back of a biker rat’s leather jacket. (I would be remiss at this point not to recommend Rhystic Studies’ extremely good video on sagas.)

And the mechanics! Sagas turn into creatures when the story is over, sort of living memories. Ninjutsu made a triumphant return, the channel mechanic multiplied interesting choices, and so did the reconfigure mechanic, which let you either use a mechanical centipede as a whip attached to one of your creatures, or let it operate autonomously as a creature in its own right (which led to one of the best type lines in MtG: “Legendary Artifact Creature - Equipment Jellyfish.”)

The draft environment - and I know I’m way off-topic here, but I’m about to say some mildly unkind things about this set and I need to preface it - the draft environment was the best I’ve ever encountered. There were so many different viable archetypes, so many different cool choices you could make during drafts and gameplay. The blue-black ninjas deck, fast red-black artifact sacrifice, recursive green-white enchantments - all felt powerful and fun. The whole set was flavorful and compelling, and there are not that many good wifelink hits, I’m sorry to say.

THE QUALITY OF A MAGIC THE GATHERING SET IN TERMS OF THIS PROJECT IS NOT AN IMPORTANT INDICATOR OF OVERALL SET QUALITY

Heiko Yamazaki, the General (art by Magali Villeneuve)

Heiko makes it where her cousin Norika (also by Villeneuve) doesn’t for two reasons: one is that I find Heiko’s broody expression indicative of a rich and stormy internal life, which always hits me like the smoky scent of a fine scotch or a cup of lapsang souchong. A woman with inner turmoil draws me like a moth to a bug-zapper, which I suppose is why I keep getting into trouble with older women in troubled relationships. “If I simply provide enough unpaid therapy, she’ll leave her abusive husband back in [REDACTED FORMER SOVIET REPUBLIC] & also the closet she’s been in for forty-five years & stay in the United States with me!” Yeah, that’ll happen, idiot.

The other reason is that Norika is a cop.

Tamiyo, Compleated Sage (art by Chris Rahn)

There are a lot of planeswalkers I don’t care about, personally, and I’m not only talking about the male ones. If I’m being honest, my engagement with Magic story has always been kind of shallow on account of Magic story is frequently (but not always!) bad. Like, pursuant to the previous entry, I did enjoy the apparently-uncredited story about the Yamazakis Wizards published back in February. It’s compelling! There’s juice to that relationship. We will never get anything else about these characters.

See, it turns out that the incentives of creating a collectible card game are not terribly aligned with those of creating rich long-form fantasy stories. Novelty sells cards. We hop around. Those few characters who do enjoy a prolonged spotlight often wilt under the attention as we all collectively get sick to death of the fucking Gatewatch or whoever else. Magic the Gathering is still compelling media, or else why would I be doing this, but to me it’s a kaleidoscopic whirl of mostly detached ideas, characters, settings, and vibes.

ALL OF WHICH IS TO SAY that I never knew much or cared to about Tamiyo. She was some nerd from Kamigawa who didn’t save Avacyn, whatever. Then the Phyrexians got her and turned her into an ichor-weeping cyborg brainwashed into working toward the universal expansion of New Phyrexia, a biomechanical plane of horror, corruption, and ego death, so now she’s hot!

Go-Shintai of Hidden Cruelty (art by Johannes Voss)

I don’t think I can explain this one, to be honest. Sometimes you just wanna get fucked up by a magical bone machine.

I KNOW THIS ONE HAS BEEN REALLY TALKY ALREADY BUT I GOT SOME BEHIND-THE-SCENES STUFF TO SAY AND A SET WITH ONLY THREE HITS SEEMS AS GOOD A PLACE AS ANY

Well, only three hits that I can find high-quality images of for. I suppose I could be using card rips of Tia Masic’s Moon-Circuit Hacker (reminiscent of my introduction to cyberpunk via Shadowrun, a bad setting paired with a bad system which nevertheless compelled me to consume more cyberpunk, most of it also bad) or Wisnu Tan’s Spring-Leaf Avenger (a delightful vaguely-orchid-mantis bug ninja) but that would look like

and

...oh wait that actually looks fine, at least to me on desktop. Okay, then, I’ll incorporate those into my strategy as an acceptable last resort going forward. Actually, while I’m at it:

Junji, the Midnight Sky (art by Chase Stone)

The dragon’s hot, man, I don’t know what to tell you.

THE OTHER THING IS ABOUT WHAT WE WILL GENEROUSLY CALL AN “UPDATE SCHEDULE”

Phyrexia: All Will Be One releases the second week in February and I am goddamn well going to review that as soon as it’s out, because I played Cyberqueen at the young and impressionable age of twenty-two and now “quasi-omnipotent dominatrix corrupts you into a biomechanical horror ecstatically enslaved to her will” is the hottest thing I will ever get out of Magic: the Gathering unless Ashiok decides to start force-femming planeswalkers, so I am going to be tearing through one set a week for the next three weeks.

Next time is New Capenna, the Art Deco Metropolis of organized crime, bad draft experiences, and well-muscled arms, followed by a return to Dominaria where my excitement for more Phyrexians will be tempered by the fact that my favorite characters from the last Dominaria set are not quite so hot this time round.

[roseofhybrids]

My favorite drawings of 2023

January A poppet character I designed for a Pathfinder game. Strange lil panda-horse guy

February This is the only one I have from February this year, so this clown monster wins by default. He was a DND enemy, hand puppet possessed by a demon.

March A short concept comic featuring Hermes, a ticket taker from a dream world, and Amuri, the ticketless child that he's trying to escort to the main ticket office so she can get back home

April A fancy'll dressed Jacob's ram. Still really happy with this one

May The first of many. The month I finally got around to watching Murder Drones (and then proceeded to watch the first 4 episodes multiple times a day for about 2 weeks). A lot more drawings to pick from for the rest of the months. I don't know what it is about MD and Circus, they just check so many of my favorite trope/element boxes.

June Was really close call between this one and Night Stalker. Night Stalker is definitely more detailed and took more work, but this one is just so nice.

July Nothing like a bit of monster anatomy

August As said before: Nothing like a bit of monster anatomy!

September It's a bit messy and chaotic with the centipede body in the background, but I still love how the color and CYN herself turned out in this one. Especially the hair, probably my favorite part of it.

October Wasn't able to finish Inktober after having my wisdom teeth removed, but of the days I did do, Junji Ito shark is hands down my favorite

November What can I say, it's END MY SUFFERING Uzi

December (for now) The month is 3/4 of the way done, so there's still a chance I might make something in this last week that steals my heart. But at the moment, this one is my favorite. I love how the line art and shading turned out.

Absolute favorite of 2023? September - "Gentle Drone's Tea Break"

There's a reason it's my dashboard header. Little gremlin took ~27 hours, give or take, to complete. For the last couple drawing sessions, I worked on it while listening to these two video essays by Keyan Carlile about the Suite Life of Zack and Cody that combined lasted about 9 hours. The title is a reference to a song from the game Chulip that I listened to at some point while drawing. A strange song from an even stranger game.

[the-consortium]

To Saqqura:

Have you seen Urizen? I know you tried attracting him. But bird will be birds.. maybe set up a lil feeder?

To Herik:

Have the geese attacked you yet?

The air in the biosphere atrium is cool and damp. A film of condensation quickly forms on every part of the armour. And you'd better wear armour when you come here. Palm-sized spiders - responsible for fertilising the bromeliad-like epiphytes - and forearm-length centipedes occasionally drop from the plants snaking towards the wide skylights. A deep roar resonates in the infrasound range under the canopy of leaves and from the upper galleries with their thick vegetation. Every now and then the pale, simian face of one of the mutants from the Noise Marines' garden can be seen, having extended their hunting grounds into this area.

In one of the back alcoves, towards the large windows overlooking the ruined structures outside, tables are lined up close together with all manner of experiments, with crates full of freshly grown seedlings and vats of fertiliser.

Arrian looks at the set-up. "And what exactly is this again?" - "An altar," Saqqara replies smugly and adjusts a rat carefully prepared by Duco, on which a bowl of selected seeds sits enthroned. Blood drips to the floor and is mixed with the ground by spherical beetles.

"Aha. And it needs an altar? The seed bowl alone isn't enough?" Arrian raises a thick brow in amusement, his scars twisting.

Saqqara senses irony and ruffles the metaphorical prickles, frowning and drawing his brows together. "Of course not. He can get seeds anywhere around here!"

The Word Bearer adjusts a heat lamp, dousing the macabre structure with red light, and pushes the bowl of water half an inch to one side.

"And now?" Arrian's voice is surprisingly gentle.

"Let's wait."

Saqqara kneels in front of the table, places his hands on his thighs, lowers his head and murmurs soft prayers.

Arrian sits down next to him, but remains attentive.

Which is why, unlike Saqqara, he notices the little bird, so very red, which drops from one of the trees as lightly as a feather and lands silently on the diabolist's neck armour. The little cardinal tilts his head. The dark eyes have a barely perceptible golden gleam.

Saqqara continues to pray with great concentration.

Arrian smiles.

---------------

Several kilometres away, somewhere far below the surface of Urum.

Duco's private laboratory is as dark as is comfortable for him. His black eyes hurt in the normal brightness level of the glaring operating lights, which is why he has set up his dull, red-glowing refuge here.

For Herik, everything here is stuffy and cramped and makes him irritable. Every now and then he endures the dark atmosphere, but he never wants to stay longer.

"This is silly!" The Emperor's Children ruffles his wings as much as he can here.

"No, no - just try it!" - "All right, then. But just once."

Herik puts down his playing cards. "King's ladder. She can't beat that!"

The goose, who is sitting opposite him in front of a shelf of cards that Duco has put together, pulls out two of them and flings them at the three already lying messily in the centre. Herik lets out an incredulous bird call. "Hand of the phoenix! How did the beast manage that?"

Duco laughs and there is a lot of pride in it.

[breezespirit]

Warning!!! For abuse, attempted murder, drowning, blood, wounds, and scars.

- Goes by the pronouns they/them

- They are a loner but were once a jewelry maker of Gardenclan. Gardenclan is filled with cats who have bug like traits, such as wings or antenna.

- They have a snail shell and little antenna. They are also a munchkin cat!

- They often make wedding bands for new mates or cats wanting to propose. They still work for Gardenclan as well as Vernalclan and Tidalclan

- They got their prefix from their snail like traits.

- They got their suffix from their markings.

- Their father, named Centipedeclaw, is the deputy of the clan and their mother, named Ladybugswirl, is a loner. They aren't together anymore and did not leave each other on good terms. In fact, Centipede had Ladybug exiled after she wanted to break things off. Snail lives with their mother.

- They were born with two sisters who died young. Their names were Junekit and Milipedekit.

- Centipedeclaw tried to kill them by knocking them into the ocean. Luckily, a she-cat was there to save them. Snail went back to the clans camp and told the clan what their father did. The leader of the clan, a cat named Atlasnectar, exiled Centipedeclaw. Ladybugswirl was allowed back in the clan but chose to stay as a loner and this when Snail decided to leave.

- They have a girlfriend who lives in Tidalclan. Her name is Orcasplash. She is the cat who saved them.

- They absolutely love to make jewelry for others and will make you a charm bracelet after knowing you enough to know the right charms for you.

- They are particularly deaf and have been from birth. They can read lips, which they use for understanding cats around them.

- They speak in signs which is kinda weird to the clans because they don't really know what they are saying but their friends and family think it's adorable. They mostly uses signs to express themselves but they can speak when they get overly emotional. It hurts them a lot to do so though.

- They normal wear rose petals in their fur. They will have yellow rose petals in their fur most times because they are their favorite.

- Their charms on their bracelet mean a few things to them. A moth for the symbol of their clan. An orca for Orcasplash. A mushroom for their favorite food. A snail because they really like bugs and snails are cute.

Ahhhhh!!! They are done! I loved drawing them again. I missed them. Dearly. My sweet little snail. Their family is a mess but I liked writing the lore for them. I really hope you all like them as much as I do! I hope you have a great day! I'll get into the bugs now soooooo.

Snailmottle is obviously a snail. I made them a common garden snail.

Ladybugswirl is a Ladybug. Not too complicated.

Centipedeclaw is a centipede. I had to do research for the antenna, and I gagged. Centipedes and millipedes are the only bugs I don't like.

Junekit is based off of a ten lined June bug.

Milipedekit is a milipede. She looks a lot like her father.

Atlasnectar is an Atlas moth. Nectar is the leader suffix.

Orcasplash is based on an ocra, my favorite animal!

[blissfullyapillow]

hello! I hope you are doing fantastically well

If at all possible, I would like to request a romantic genshin impact and honkai star rail matchup, please and thank you!

take care now <3

- ⭐

basics !

- orientation. . . demisexual & straight

- pronouns. . . she/her

- aspiring archeologist , currently majoring in anthropology (:

- dislikes. . . hot weather, waffles, centipedes, flies, wasps, not being listened to or understood, silent treatment, politics, being blamed for something I did not do, feeling helpless, embarrassment, injustice, inequality & inequity, not being taken seriously, building, wood working, arrogance, parties / social gatherings, disrespect, misunderstandings, small talk, meaningless interactions / conversations

- loves. . . my friends <3, funny people, laughing, seeing people laugh, prehistoric & ancient history, literature, poetry, meteorology, astronomy, the arts, learning, researching, nature, flowers, cats & dogs, whales, the night sky, sunrises & sunsets, storms, early mornings, snow, long walks, heavy rain, documentaries, comedy, sarcasm, exploring, traveling, table / card games, being outside while it is raining, watermelon & red raspberries, pastries

- discomforts. . . alcohol, substance usage, being watched, certain physical touch (not used to it and uncomfortable experiences in the past. would be okay with it in an established relationship but I'll be wary and very shy about it, and I'll hardly ever initiate it)

- hobbies / activities. . . acrylic painting, charcoal & pastel drawing, marching band color guard, reading, talking to & hanging out with friends, hiking, roller skating, listening to music, going for walks, ceramics, sightseeing

- sense of humor... bantering, making snarky & witty comebacks, sarcasm, lighthearted teasing, random usage of early modern english & fancy words (ex. stupendously, indubitably, thy, thou, "woe is me", thee, thine, "thou must make haste!", whilst)

personality !

- mbti. . . infj

- enneagram. . . 5w4

- moral alignment. . . neutral good

- astro chart. . . libra sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising

rest of my chart, if you so wish to use: scorpio mercury, sagittarius venus & pluto, taurus mars, leo saturn, aquarius neptune, pisces uranus, libra jupiter

- how others describe me. . . very nice, funny, reserved, an old soul, a safe haven, cute, talented in the arts, intelligent / smart, clever, very wise, I'm like an older sister, anxious, intimidating, quiet, too hard on myself, perfectionist, a very good listener, caring, patient

relationship preferences !

- love language. . . giving: quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service. receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving, physical touch

- traits I look for. . . intelligent / smart, caring, patient, responsible, respectful, funny, gentle

Notes: Thanks for requesting a matchup ⭐!! I hope you like who I matched you with <3

What I think your relationship will sound like: Aventurine ┆ Kamisato Ayato

Masterlist

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with: Aventurine

Credits: @/dihcake on pinterest

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with Aventurine!

Now, at first you may be apprehensive of him, and vice versa. Aventurine doesn’t exactly go out of his way to make himself out to be a wonderful upstanding guy.

Despite that, a chance encounter puts each of you on each other’s radar. During one of your travels, you were taking part in a leisurely card game. A card game that had your life on the line, unbeknownst to you. You were playing against some shady characters that Aventurine happened to need something from. 

He subtly informed you of the stakes at hand before he asked to be your partner, guaranteeing you a win with an absurd amount of confidence and charm. Thankfully you listened to him, and as a result you escaped what could’ve been a very bad situation for you. 

You gave him your thanks, but before you could leave he asked to exchange contact information just in case anything came up. You hesitantly agreed before being on your way, only to have many chance encounters with him frequently afterwards.

You found this to be more than suspicious, so you kept your guard up around him. Aventurine had no plans to get close to you, but he was ordered by the IPC to ensure your safety after the incident. Despite your apprehensions of each other, you two end up getting along quite well, and your relationship soon blossoms into something more. 

Aventurine quickly learned you harbor many, many interests. He found himself drawn to that aspect of yourself, and he often asked you to talk about your interests just so he could watch the wonderful expressions your face created as you adamantly discussed them.

One time you mentioned your hobby of roller skating, and Aventurine asked for you to teach him. Lets just say he can easily beat you at card games, but you hold the trophy when it comes to roller skating, if his many near falls prove to be any indication.

It takes quite a long time for Aventurine to form any sort of attachment with you, but once he does? Oh boy. Expect multiple gifts delivered at your doorstep many times a week. It got to the point the delivery person knew what hours you’d most likely be home, so they’d deliver it right to you to avoid any potential problems.

Aventurine is very fond of your company. You feel like the warm home he never had; the sweet embrace of a lover finally found, after many long years of enduring all sorts of mistreatment. 

Speaking of a lover’s embrace, neither you or Aventurine were willing to make the first move initiating physical touch. It just so happened you slipped and fell backwards one evening, and he was quick to catch you. It was a simple touch of his hands against your shoulders, yet the two of you found yourselves immensely flustered.

Going forward, Aventurine will always lightly rest his hand on your shoulder whenever he wants to initiate physical touch. You find the act very endearing, but you really appreciate it. 

You each have your own apprehensions and struggles that you support each other through. Aventurine is always there for you when you start being a bit too hard on yourself, and you’re always there to reassure him that his presence in your life is akin to the warm sun’s rays shining down on you. 

You two often engage in playful bickering and sarcasm. Sometimes you surprise Aventurine with your language. You were both running late to catch your ride back home, when you yelled to Aventurine “Thou must make haste!!” Your words, coupled with your frantic expression, had Aventurine beside himself with laughter.

To this day, Aventurine doubles over in laughter whenever he remembers that moment. 

You and Aventurine are very understanding of each other, creating an unbreakable, strong bond between the two of you. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As you walk beside Aventurine, a new song starts to play. You, with one ear piece, recognize it immediately as your favorite song. You softly begin to hum under your breath.

Aventurine, with the other ear piece, turns to admire you as you walk side by side. 

“My, is this song a favorite of yours? You sure seem fond of it.” You smile at him, nodding your confirmation. For some reason, Aventurine shows signs of being flustered; his cheeks warm and his hand in yours feels a bit clammy. 

“.. Is the song okay?” You ask in concern. Aventurine mumbles his approval, before releasing your hand. He places his hand on your shoulder, to which you smile. He brings you towards him to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“You just looked really cute enjoying yourself, I can’t help admiring such beauty at my side.” Your reaction is everything and more Aventurine could’ve hoped for. He grins before taking hold of your hand once more.

You two continue your peaceful walk as the sun shines down on the two of you.

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I match you with: Kamisato Ayato

Credits: @/jojoswft · ele/dele/-o on pinterest

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･    

I match you with boba loving Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato!

Funny enough, the two of you met at a social gathering. You were not enjoying yourself, as expected, so you excused yourself to wait outside until your ride came. That’s when you met the head of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayato himself. 

Your recognized how important of a person he is, so you kept to your own little corner as you waited for your ride. Regrettably, you receive a messaged a few moments later saying your ride could not make it to your location anytime soon.

With a groan of annoyance, you had to rack your brain for another method of getting home. Ayato heard the frustrated sound you emitted, and curiously asked you what the problem was. Before you knew it, you were being driven home as you sat beside Kamisato Ayato. 

He actually took the effort to make meaningful conversation with you, which you appreciated. When you got home, you didn’t expect to ever see him again, so you bid your farewells. 

Little did you know, the two of you would become an important person in each other’s lives.

Ayato enjoys listening to you speak about meteorology, as well as other topics he doesn’t have a lot of knowledge in. If you’re not careful, he’ll leave you a rattled mess as he gazes at you lovingly, savoring each and every moment of your explanations. 

You both share a distaste for hot weather, so Ayato took it upon himself to buy a fan for you. The fan is very pricey and intricate in design, so you tried to refuse the gift, only to end up with a matching umbrella. The two of you make for quite the sight together on a hot sunny day, but you couldn’t care less since the heat is significantly less under the shade of the umbrella. 

There was one instance where you were talking to a potential business partner on Ayato’s behalf, since he was running late. You simply relayed the message, yet the business partner refused to listen to you and spoke to you as if you were incompetent. You were fuming, and if Ayato hadn’t stepped in you would’ve said something you would have regretted.

Well, maybe the man would’ve gotten off easier if it was you who had dealt with him. Oh, the absolute fury on Ayato’s face when he stepped up behind you. The insults you heard effortlessly leave Ayato’s lips made you blush and giggle. You almost felt sorry for the man. 

Almost.

Ayato is very fond of teasing you, but he knows his boundaries and when to stop. He enjoys your snarky and witty comebacks, if anything he derives a strange joy from it. He adores your random usage of early modern English. You two can have conversations composed of absurdly fancy and intricate words, only for it to end the same way it always starts; with the two of you hunched over in mirth.

Ayato treats you like an absolute treasure, often gifting you with not only physical things, but with words as well. He appreciates your efforts to spend time with him more than you’ll ever know. 

It’s one of the many reasons he’s fallen so hopelessly in love with you.

🫧ᰔ𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Oh, did you make this? It looks absolutely stunning, just like yourself might I add.” Ayato’s suave words bring a cheeky smile to your lips. “Mhm. I created it with you in mind, actually.” Your words color his face with surprise.

“I see..” He leans in to admire your work closely, and your proximity to him causes your heart to race. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he never fails to make your heart a pounding, fluttering mess.

“This is lovely, Y/n. I’m proud of you.” His words caused your entire person to light up, emitting a dazzling glow that would put the sun to shame. 

“I think you’ve done enough work for today, why don’t you spend the rest of the day in my arms? Hm?” Ayato opens his arms wide for you to come into, and you waste no time leaning into his warm embrace. 

His heart races beneath your ear, and a soft smile lights your face up once more. Ayato sports a similar love stricken expression as he looks at you, pride etched elegantly on his features. 

Dedicated to,

 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ⭐⭑.ᐟ

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiya!! Can u do pomni, jax and ragatha x cold bug reader who makes silly bug sounds plssz:33 tysm!!!!

Pomni, Jax, and Ragatha x reader who makes bug noises!

i wasnt sure what counts as bug noises and what doesnt so i kind of made guesses! hope thats okay anon! writing this between waiting for my bacon to cook so if i lose my train of thought every now and then in my writing thats why </3 todays plans are all wonky since i got stuff i need to do and stuff i wanna do

POMNI:

probably thinks its an actual bug making the sounds before she realizes its you! a little put off by it but thats only because i can kind of see pomni being vaguely scared of bugs though im on the fence about that one... that said i do think over time she associates those noises with you, and thus, comfort! visibly eases up when she hears you chirping; bonus if sometimes your noises are your version of a purr and you start making them while you two are cuddling. i think she'd just melt right into you... hmm.. given that i already made the purring comparison i like to think she falls asleep against you while you're doing a long drawn out set of chirps, just very slightly vibrating as you do so. very nice very comforting

RAGATHA:

i think she would find it cute! shes only scared of centipedes, after all! loves when you make chirping sounds when she pats your head or gives you scritches... i know you said bug noises but assuming the reader is also bug like, ragatha like scratching between your antennae. like a funky cat! i dont think she would draw much attention to your noises, especially if theyre involuntary; though i think every now and then she might let a comment slip on how she thinks its endearing... hmmm... just dont make cricket sounds at night or when someone tells a bad joke it will drive her nuts/j

JAX:

speaking of cricket sounds, imagine making the noises when jax tells a really bad joke or one of his pranks fall flat. it drives him nuts, but he'll play it off with a half hearted "boooooo" and a thumbs down... you start using it as a subtle means to keep him in line/from going too far with his pranks/j except i think that might actually work though im unsure of the ethics behind that. i think sometimes he teases you for your noises, and i think this simply comes with being with jax but expect nicknames based on your bug like qualities. playfully swats you with a rolled up piece of paper every now and then. might sometimes subconsciously mimic your sounds. cant explain that one i can just see it

[pyrriax]

Some writing & creative work; below a cut due to the nature.

Animal death & harm, decay, and general intrusive thoughts are a theme in the written portion. I'll probably delete this post if I remember it later.

Taken from an altered version of the text below.

There's that feeling, the one that crawls up your spine when you look at something that resonates; somewhere in the fractured depths of your mind. It beckons you to dig deeper, pick apart its sinew and learn everything there is about its flesh.

Something is rotten inside of your mind. You're fascinated by how the shadows twist and mock you, the shape of little rabbits lying dead on the floor are a wonder. There's sweat on your back, on your palms, like you're a child in trouble for touching something you weren't supposed to. Like the gore on the ground is somehow your fault.

Drawings of pinned birds line your notebooks, along with distorted figures that are cat-like if you squint. You stare at them often. Cats, that is. You've wondered what the inside of their bodies looks like. You don't indulge that question any further than that baseline wondering.

Friendly: a descriptor that people use to describe you. Frankly, you don't see it. Maybe you're good at hiding it, the festering in your brain. You're actively rotting, by this point. Or at least, that's what the city's pipes whisper to you.

You can't stand parking garages for that reason. They're distressing, those little hints of noise. It's easy to avoid. The pipes can't talk if you can't see them, and they don't know how to crawl through the walls yet, so they haven't learnt from the earwigs. Maybe they'll learn from the centipedes, instead.

One time, you thought you found god in a fairy statue. Mossy, white, and broken, she was the closest to purity you've ever seen, lying broken in your garden. You left broken roses at her feet. They rotted there for months until she was stolen, broken some more, and thrown in the trash.

That was the first, and last time, you thought yourself to be religious.

Your religion now is bloody. Though really, that's what happens when they hand you the dying and deceased like you're a coroner. It's a wonder you don't just throw them anyway. Instead, you freeze tiny bodies when their warmth fades, promise them freedom that's really a lie more than anything else. It's your peace of mind, whatever that means.

There's still blood in your notebooks, taken from pitifully bleeding wounds that spring from your habit of tearing at your skin. Or really, tearing at the skin of the body that surrounds you. It's an easy feat, digging your nails in and ripping apart flesh to reveal the sickly purity underneath.

Skin cannot be clean. Especially not yours, especially not now. Your body is marred and broken; legs that don't work right, aches that refuse to subside, head fucked by your nature. Marks fade, though your brain refuses to forget.

It's good at forgetting. Putting away information and memories and details like an intricately burning library of. Whatever it is that they call you. Decay, isn't it?

How fitting, to be called what you are.

[wednesdaytonight]

Children of God (2025) focuses on a team of paranormal investigators. Jane Caballero; the face of the show,  Robin Miller; techie, Oz Reeve; the show’s editor who is driving the team’s van, Peter Cook; a self-professed medium and Thomas Gower; their research buff, have permission to film in the Immaculate Conception Rehabilitation Sanctuary, abandoned after Quince Creeker Killer’s rampage. The group gets separated, drifting apart without seeming to realize it, each discovering a cache of bizarre findings. Robin finds a hand-written confessional, asking “God” to forgive them for burying the asylum filled with still living “lunatics” to make way for the more lucrative modern rehabilitation center, Oz finds strange documents depicting some new age esoteric ritual about the power of blood and photos of the patients, who are bestial and malformed, being experimented on, Jane and Peter find each other just as the Jane is undoing the chain lock on the water therapy area. The pool is dry. The pair unearth the covered steps, making the journey into the old asylum, Thomas has not been seen since the separation. The two talk aloud, that this must be some older part of the building as it looks neglected but spared from the fire that had done so much damage to the above building. Peter gradually stops replying, his body swaying strangely as he opens one of the doors from the many doors in the space, lit only by their small flashlights. It is a room seemingly untouched by time. Crayon drawings, depicting monstrous forms engaging in every day life at the asylum, line the wall along with more refined drawings of spaces; buildings, rooms, architectural features. Jane wonders about this all out loud while Peter talks about the quince being a fruit that is unpleasant when eaten raw. Jane asks him in an urgent way to help her gather the papers up, which snaps Peter out of it. As they bring the papers into a more open lobby area, Robin is sorting through papers,  between two sheets a picture falls. She picks it up. The picture depicts a family, the Quince Creek Killer among them, though unknown to her; it is the photograph of them that Detective John had in Child of God: Final Revelations (1993). She flips the photo to look at the back, it reads ‘Architect and his family, 1997′. Back in the buried asylum Jane and Peter have placed all the pieces of interior drawings together, strange narrow tube like lines connect them, and at the center of the whole thing: a circle. As Jane and Thomas share mutual looks of confusion, they look up from their work and find that they are in the heart of a decrypt blood-stained church. Stain glass is shown intact, with sediment of the Earth behind it. They are deeper into the ground than should be possible. Notably, a moment that is frequently cut from broadcasts of this movie, is Thomas standing in front of a stain glass depicting Mary in coitus with a serpent. The medium is absent from the rest of the movie. Jane stands in front of the circular opening of the floor, millipedes and centipedes crawl suddenly out from the darkness of the pit, causing her to step back in alarm and disgust; as she does so her arms are caught, pulled back behind her by an unknown attacker, whose identity is quickly revealed to be that of Thomas Gower. He handles her roughly, mocking touches of affection. He monologues that he had been waiting for this moment, to get back at her for breaking up with him and humiliating him in front of the team and in front of their audience. She manages to struggle out of his grasp and a chase ensues around the altar, coming to an end when he loses his footing; smashing his head against the fountain, the impact echoes off the walls. Thomas bleeds into the dry fountain and it begins to gurgle, spewing thick old blood down on to the dying man. Horrified, she starts to run, becoming more and more lost within the old asylum. She stumbles, falling to the ground, exhausted. In the dim candle light of the room, a small hand extends, the shadow seen against the opposing wall. The shadow of Jane’s hand reaches up to take the other’s hand. Jane is then seen standing up by herself, there is no one else there. Her hand is now drenched in blood, she turns directions, making her way back through the old asylum to the stairs that lead to the pool. As Jane travels through the above area, she passes by the empty rooms where Robin and Oz were making their discoveries, she becomes progressively more bloody. By the time she reaches the front door her form is caked in drying blood. Jane pushes the front doors open, into the light of day, which overtakes the visuals in a blinding light. Credits.

[myricds-archive]

“Hi, Horror Club is doing a human centipede on the quad tomorrow. BYSK, bring your own sewing kit.” - to babs

MEME | accepting !

          ❛   did you come up with that one all on your own,               or did you ask some teenage boys for help ?   ❜

nose wrinkling to match a knitted brow in response to just the mental image that his statement creates. barbara has no intention of humoring him in this —his latest attempt at a joke  ( she assumes … hopes ). 

       ❛   that’s just disgusting. if it’s real ——you’re on your own, have fun. ❜ 

she takes a sip of the martini in front of her, as if the gin can cleanse her mind of the thought, and a shudder that has nothing to do with the liquor takes over her body once she’s set the glass back down. eyes widen as if she’s just thought of something brilliant, and a hand reaches out to stop him before he leaves.

              ❛  oh !  take pengy, i bet that’s right up his alley.  ❜