#Thoughts on Horror
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Thoughts on ATM (2012)
Spoilers I guess? It’s ATM who the fuck cares
- Never thought I’d say this but that movie was a waste of Josh Peck.
- Wow what a bunch of assholes. Also I love how they have that entire discussion about what they did that made this happen to them and they never question if it’s something that Corey (Josh Peck) did.
- There was like. A solid ten minutes where he was out of view and you guys were just standing around. You could have ran.
- You could also be huddling for warmth. There are three of you.
- Ya’ll have pretty good paying jobs and it’s 2011 why does only one of you have a cell phone?
- Also I’ve just never seen an ATM thing like that in real life? Do they exist? DID they exist?
- If all of you would have ran you probably would have been fine.
- Okay wait, so maybe I’m interpreting this wrong but I think the killers whole thing is just getting around security cameras?
- Ya know I actually kind of like the practicality of the killers outfit in this movie, very inconspicuous.
- But overall really boring, they spend like a full eight to ten minutes near the end replaying scenes from earlier on to show that the killer was avoiding the cameras.
- Although....if I’m ever really bored I might write a fanfic where the killer from this movie has to face off against Gerald from 13 Cameras.
#Thoughts on#Thoughts on Horror#Thoughts on Slashers#ATM#ATM movie#ATM 2012#Lord this was boring#but i've kinda run out of movies
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I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.
#do i have actual legitimate thoughts on how cell phones have altered the fabric of society in both positive and negative ways?#yes.#am i making a dumb joke about rocky horror picture show instead of articulating the complex cultural changes wrought by their ubiquity?#also yes.#in which i say things
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Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3
If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods
#I'd rather not clutter the caption so I'll ramble a little in the tags#HitW is short but special to me as it represents and encapsulates some hard life experiences I was going through at the time of its creatio#Ofc in a more metaphorical manner! but. I have been very much enjoying reading people's comments and speculation as its been posting#the interpretations are so meaningful and varied and i love that and really want to encourage anyone to reflect on what it means to them#for me making this comic was a way to process and move past trauma. i feel like it ends anti-climactically but i wanted to be true to#where i thought things were actually going in my life moreso than to veer towards impact. ultimately im glad i managed to finish it#and for it to finish going public right before the new year? maybe i can see this as shedding that old pain in time to become something new#so thank you for reading for supporting and for still being here. lets wake up to 2025 with wind in our sails#Home in the Woods#my art#my comics#original comic#cw guns#cw blood#cw body horror
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couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead
#calne ca#hatsune miku#VOCALOID#cw: body horror#<- And I Fucking Mean That We Are Not Fucking Around Today#well we are. as in I drew this as a fuckaround treat for myself#but the body horror tag is the most warranted its ever been on this blog#ask to tag#I am as ever on my journey to make calne ca Worse. her OG version is too cool. even the crab ver is too cool#I need her to be worse to look at. I am also getting myself into to mood to test my hand at boarding a pmv for my friend's cover#I think my thought for this was ''I should try and give her a more insectoid bodyplan''#which in this mostly means gently three-part body and six limbs (my favourite amount of limbs to draw rn)#actually almost gave her eight but didnt like how that silhouette came out so I mermaided her uh. abdomen I guess#though maybe next time I do this I should push that idea more. the head and torso are still very distinct for one unified part#I feel like one of my old attempts was onto something with like. a more horizontal body plan... well! live and learn etc#happy late mid autumn I guess. I should play with touys about it... I miss model kits. mayhaps...
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Wanted to do some biblically accurate mh art
#myart#drawing this was a nightmare#creepypasta#crp#marble hornets#tim wright#horror#slenderman#slender verse#mh hoody#mh hoodie#masky and hoody#masky marble hornets#tim masky#alex kralie#ticci toby#slenderverse#jay merrick#totheark#this drawing is disappointing for me because I feel it was a bit out of my skill level but I really wanted to draw it#brian thomas#the hand on Brian’s shoulder is not Tims#put a lot of thought into this#I hope they look okay bro idk how to draw them this is my second time#tim marble hornets#mh#creepypasta masky#in other news I love them so much#I MISSPELT ALWXS NAME IN THE ORIGINAL IF YOU SAW THAT NO YOU DIDNT
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subject, specimen, spectacle;
should i say that you're dead?
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jjk satoru#satoru gojo#gojo#bugs/#insects/#eye horror/#every time i post gojo art i feel scummy using like . the slew of tags this mf has#im like wow u look desperate gdfjkdjkg#listen ok im not a gojomain idk where people look fr content#anyway for not a gojomain i sure do have a lot of artistic breakthroughs whenever i draw him#first th eyedoves then lmhs gojo then gojo in the (club) bathroom by himself now this#loathe as i am to admit it i Love how much there is to pick apart of him in art theres so much theres so many angles u cld take#personally my favourite gojo angle in art (tm) is the Cryptically Unsettling Not Sane Not Human what can i say#keep ur thirst trap gojoart i like this guy unblinking and twitchy#on that note here he is pinned down as god intended#i ATE w this concept i fear fgfgsd i wanted a like. pallid formaldehyde dissection table under examination motif#and i was torn between using snakes or bugs to convey it and im SO SOOSOSOO happy i picked the bugs#ive used butterflies a lot they arent anything unfamiliar but truly i felt a chakra unlock when i thought of gojo+butterfly pinning#the burning light the eye the composition i rly think this is some of my best work#also also th poem was smth i came across when i was brainstorming captions and i ws like. gagged @ how well it fit gojo i had to include it#im not a poetry buff so my opinion is very uneducated but i think it was rly haunting and sad and beautiful#fit my target vibe so i took it slapped it on gojo w bugs said thank you verymuch smile :)
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Top 10 things a good horror movie can be:
1: Someones highly specific fetish but put in a different genre
2: An accurate depiction of fears someone has regarding an institution (medical, police, etc)
3-8: Wet
9: Predominantly practical effects
10: gay
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He has no mouth but he must scream in FNAF..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf cassidy#william afton#springtrap#fnaf 3#happy halloween everyone!!#last day I can do a spooky comic#so thought I end it off with a bang#the springlock moment#just the idea William is on the floor#he can’t scream cause his lungs are punctured from the suit#and he watches as the backroom door closes on him#Cassidy laughing the whole time as she locks him away#this is based off the scene in the FNAF movie itself#just game version..#I might keep making spooky comics more often after the spooky season#I love horror arts
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#wednesdays full of woe#dark academia#light academia#books#academic libraries#dark acadamia aesthetic#spilled ink#halloween#halloween vibes#horror#quotes#poems#poetry#literature#August#September#summer#autumn#cottagecore#dark academia moodboard#spilled thoughts#spilled words#poemsdaily#poems on tumblr#spilled poetry#spilled writing#studybrl#poetsandwriters#poets on tumblr#autumn moodboard
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Ahhh my favourite drink 🍷 the og post (Ig?)
#g0rewh0re#gurokawaii#g0r3wh0re#soft guro#lobotomy chic#girl dinner#vampcore#vampyr#vampire#creepypasta#creepycore#rottencore#girl rotting#messy aesthetic#g0r3c0r3#g00nette#creepy cute#analog#horror#delusional#live laugh lobotomy#intrusive thoughts#delulu#demon#witch#just silly things#rotting in my room#morute#mochette#gloomcore
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Thoughts On Lisa Frankenstein (2024)
Spoilers Ahead!!
This is another one of those movies that I just LOVE the tone of
Who else thought they were going to reveal that her dad or her step mom murdered her mom?
And that's why you dont take drinks from people that clearly hate you
Yep, knew that dude was going to be a creep.
So he got brought back to life because of the lightning strike?
All just the entire drug trip sequence is GREAT
I love that they just...never take the earring out.
I think this might be the best acting Cole Sprouse has ever done, and my guess is its because they don't let him talk until the very end.
This movies just ~ Silly ~ and I like it.
Also man, poor Taffy. She didn't deserve none of this.
The SECOND that they said that dude Lisa liked skipped class I knew he was boinking her sister.
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#ugh fuck tumblr 4 making me put a content warning on this it’s not that deep#girlblogging#girlblogger#girlrotting#lana del rey#hell is a teenage girl#this is what makes us girls#girlcore#girl interupted syndrome#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del ray aesthetic#coquette girl#femcel#coquette aesthetic#divine feminine#2014 tumblr#coquette grunge#manic pixie dream girl#black swan#jennifers body#coquette#american horror story#sofia coppola#dollette#nymph3t#just girly thoughts#just girly posts#just girly things#female hysteria#female manipulator
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#red academia#aesthetic#intimacy#hannibal lecter#goth#gothic#nbc hannibal#hannibalcore#prose#literature#art#artblr#horror#angst#whump#writing#grotesque art#eerie#eeriecore#occult#writer#writers#writeblr#typography#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled poetry#spilled writing#spilled feelings
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arcane season 2 spoilers
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"Can you feel anything?"
Viktor's foreign body shudders against his will; your fingertips trace down his chest, tingling, sparking, akin to little specks of light burning into his second-skin. The sound of your muddled voice barely registers. His head tosses back with a slight thud, hair fanned out as a halo. He allows your knees to bracket his waist, and keeps his arms sprawled above him — despite the aching in his dead heart to just touch you. The pulsing of the arcane beneath his system is hardly under control yet.
It would be a risk he's willing to take, a necessary step to learn, if it were anyone else besides you.
And Viktor does feel — so much, in fact, but it isn't anything explainable. The festering in his core, threatening to come up through his throat. The whirring, the throbbing of every muscle, rich with glowing rivers of purple. Shining with a mixture of magic and energy and his own blood.
He's only distantly aware of your hand when it reaches his stomach, examining the juncture between cool metal and unholy flesh. Gears and bolts mimic the outline of ribs. Your touches are curious, distinctly gentle. Picking up on old habits, and trying not to break him, still. Then, your palm reaches up; it boldly cradles his cheek, brushes his pallid skin. And this, he can sense.
It's familiar, human. Excruciatingly soft when your thumb brushes the space on his cheek, just above his beauty mark. It puts an easy feeling back in his chest, something he almost began to believe he'd forgotten. As warm as a shimmering sun, as molten as liquid gold.
Nothing else matters but this moment, but you, and him. There is no outcome, across each expansive universe and every edge of the arcane, where the two of you would not meet again like this. You were meant to. Born and reborn to.
Your gaze finds his, soft eyes glancing down at him, your expression crossed between pain and relief. You eclipse all of his vision: light fuzzy at your edges, your face a hazy memory that he'd still see with his eyes closed. You're a reminder of what it means to be alive.
Viktor doesn't envy you. You've told him of nightmares, before. Dreams you had before this, of your mind putting yourself through the tragedy of watching him die ages before you truly had to. It must be difficult to see him like this, despite your best attempts to hide any uncertainty.
Your hand shakes. He can feel it trembling, unsteady on his cheek. And every molecule in Viktor's system explodes, laced with the yearning to remember — to let hazy lovesickness swell within his palms and his new figments. To pull you closer, in an effort to convince himself you won't be taken away.
Every echo of you is innate. Your voice, your name, your fingerprints. Your presence has the Hexcore — or what's become of him, what has embodied the Hexcore — blissfully, endlessly silent. The way you look at him, soft and brutally innocent, puts a chasmic, vivid hole in his center. Gods, you still look at him the same, just as you did when the two of you were young and innocent. The rot in him tells him he isn't worthy of it.
Viktor's eyes swirl like kaleidoscopes. Drops of crimson swirling in pure water. Your brows pinch, a sight he finds frustrating and pretty, as you silently examine him. Emotions curl in your lungs, tearing and hungry and knife-like; stricken with attachment, or perhaps blaming yourself, Viktor figures.
Exhaustion runs heavy in your expression, reminding him of looking into a mirror. He knows this look. You haven't slept. Haven't given yourself any form of a break, it seems.
So, he takes a chance.
Your hand brushes some stray, messy strands of hair from his forehead, just as Viktor guides his weak arm to reach for you. You don't tense, don't move. He can hear your breathing, thinks he can still feel his. There isn't an ounce of fear in the way you look at him. You have always looked at him like he holds the world in his hands. And now, perhaps he does.
His hand finds your cheek, same as yours. Copying, following. Thin, delicate, purple-hued fingers trace the edge of your face clumsily, still learning how to touch. Still afraid the line between hurt and healing might be blurred, and you are the one person left that he can't let get caught in the crossfire. You lean into his palm, trusting, and let go of a breath that makes your shoulders shake with the weight of it.
Viktor thinks of crying, despite the press and pull in his chest that convinces him he shouldn't be able to. He can feel you. It isn't like the few touches he's experienced so far, or the aching, anomalous strength he's been forced to get used to. It contradicts the very constructs of everything he thought made sense.
Your skin is so soft, sickly familiar. Viktor holds your face shakily, afraid to move. He can feel your individual atoms. Innumerable sparks just beneath his touch, galaxies upon universes of stars in your name, that beg to be grasped, possessed, cured. He cradles you with all of the devotion of a prophet, with all of the tenderness of a past friend: an almost-destiny, a saved seat at the edge of something more.
Would clumsily pulling you in, and pressing his lips to yours feel wrong, or tangible — like nothing, or like everything?
"Vik?"
Your tone, sweeter than honeysuckle, sweeter than anything he might deserve, brings his vision back into focus. He blinks. Gaze never tearing away from his, your fingertips drop to thread the hard edge of his collarbone. A silent plea, can you feel this? You find each curve of his bones and his body easily, the details already memorized. Viktor senses the ghost of you, your touch gentle, something like home.
"I'm not sure," Viktor finally answers; and the scientist, Hexgate creator, still-ambitious part of himself is hardly satisfied with that answer. His voice is quiet, distant. As though he isn't there, despite the lingering, familiar tenderness to his tone.
The fried synapses in his brain can't yet separate a caress from a threat, he just perceives the lingering energy. He believes you could be the one to teach him the difference.
This time, you let your palm press flat to his chest. There's a hum that attempts to mimic a heartbeat, a lack of coolness or heat. The action presses your form closer to his, guides you to lean part of your weight on him to bring your faces far too close. Sharing in the same reflection. Allowing each breath to be measured, along with every hesitation.
What should he start with? Should he embrace you, holding you tight and close like you're sacrificial? Should he grab your hand in his, press his palm to your skin to measure your heartbeat? Lace his smallest finger with yours, to make you a promise like he used to?
He can't promise you peace, nor the life you deserve, but if you came for him now, was it not a swear to follow him anywhere?
There are still so many things left to feel, and every red thread has always begun and ended with you.
Can you feel anything?
Viktor guides a hand over yours, keeps it to his chest selfishly; he meets your gaze, he hums, "Are you eager to find out?"
#assorted thoughts about purple viktor because I have the strong urge to put my hands all over him#can you tell im distracting myself from the horrors#viktor x reader#viktor x you#arcane x reader#viktor arcane x reader#viktor arcane
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