#adventures in the fade;

[ghostly-werewolf]

vaguely remember two dreams from tonight in the first, my friends and i discovered that my aunt had a secret business making and selling instant noodles with shark fins in the second i was watching gaara. he made that serial killer face he used to make in the first season, which made me blush, and somebody behind me asked if i was fucking insane

[uncharted-constellations]

They’re disgustingly codependant, theyre travelers, theyre investigators, they’re playing footsie at 50,000 feet.

Also a full mockup of the arm because im proud of it

[maru666x]

[karmathenightowl]

"You fall down to all fours and you heave and arch your back, which doubles in length. Your legs grow and thicken and all end in big, powerful hooves. Your neck stretches, your face stretches as though it were rubber. And you recover and stand up, proudly, on all four hooves. You have turned into a werehorse."

-The Adventure Zone Versus Dracula, Episode 6

[ps1snake]

Kujo Jotaro, Star Platinum, and Jean Pierre Polnareff in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Heritage for the Future (1998) for the CP System III (CPS-3) arcade board

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

realised. dean is the perfect viewer avatar for a horror show. he gets to be both the action hero and the quippy, self-aware wiseguy who knows he's in a horror show. he provides a safe point; a comfortable power fantasy for you to experience a story through. he's ash in the evil dead. he's a gunslinging tough guy, and you get to see those moments where heroism sits on his shoulders like an ill-fitting leather jacket. and even when he gets his turn at being captured and victimised by the narrative, it's filtered through this mythic lens first. he's the tormented hero; tortured by villains, tortured by the constraints of his role. yeah he gets bruised, beaten bloody to a pulp, torn to shreds and killed, but his perception of reality never gets thrown into serious doubt (unless it's played out as a gag). the narrative valorises his sense of right and wrong, because that's what heroic stories do. their heroes provide moral center, regardless of how we might judge them. the lines dividing hero, anti-hero, and villian are paper thin, and dean isn't truly ever allowed to be ambiguous. and the hero always wins in the end, even when he dies.

meanwhile sam is the abject object of the horror show, a character who gets trussed up, chased, tied up, ripped apart, cut into, possessed, exploited, manipulated and psychologically hounded. he's carrie covered in pig's blood. he's the marginal person people are cheering on either to die - or to live past it all. he gets his turn at playing both movie monster and victim, always occupying the liminal space between both. abject horror lives within him. he's violated with demon blood, he consumes demon blood. he hates halloween because he vomited his guts up in front of a room of normal children. he will never get to be normal, he's designated the freak on multiple levels, but most significantly, by the way his narrative frames him. he's living inside a world that is at its core, fundamentally frightening and horrifying - full control over himself and his surroundings is always slipping away, just beyond his reach. his grip on reality and the world around him gets thrown into question by the story consistently. what's right? what's wrong? what's real? what isnt? the narrative punishes him - because that's what happens to you when you're living in a horror. he can never run away from his nightmare reality, it catches up to him like a curse nipping at his heels. the only way out for him is through the punishing fire. in order to survive, he's required to be pushed to the absolute brink of instability; emotionally, physically and mentally. he emerges out the other end, barely holding it together but somehow alive - like the bloody final girl, changed irrevocably by what she's experienced.

[legionofpotatoes]

I know the discourse well is poisoned and no one hates bioware games more than bioware fans, but I am just 🫠 having so much fun with veilguard it's unreal. It is selfishly the dragon age game I always wanted. with less emphasis on cRPG, a more focused story, curated mission based design that spotlights the high fantasy stuff, slowburn structure with companions, significantly less sidequest bloat, and a fully real-time action-oriented combat system that isn't riddled with the growing pains of previous titles. when I first played origins I imagined something almost exactly like this as my ideal version of a sequel; and it was one of those dirty, selfish thoughts that I knew was disrespectful to the then-established DNA of the thing, but I can't help but feel giddy about having it here and now. like down to the shift away from the childishly dark tone and to something more inherently flexible with a baseline aspirational quality. I hate aesthetically depressing games so much. am I not alive right here and right now already

When I say "aesthetically" there though I do mean it. I'm fully on the opposite side when it comes to tone and positions expressed in the story itself. I am just not including that in my analysis because I am not done yet - so please no spoilers! I think I am where most people consider to be the second act, and I definitely have my gripes with the narrative framework and some of the optics, but I won't put the cart before the horse and will see how it wraps things up first. Above that level, in terms of how it presents itself, of how it plays, of how it balances its core pillars - it is such a bioware-ass game and I could not be any cozier in it. So grateful it exists

[adventuresofalgy]

The day was gradually slipping away, and little by little the light of the sun was metamorphosing from a radiant gold into shimmering silver; soon it would fade into a soft, transparent violet-grey, and then slowly disappear altogether, vanishing beneath the velvet mantle of another night.

Algy was not perturbed by the closing of the day any more than he was ruffled by the purple prose describing it 😉, for there were always future adventures to plan and look forward to, but he knew that the setting of the sun meant that he should soon seek the comfort and security of his own wee nest, where he would be safely concealed from the wild creatures of the night which roamed that land after dark and leaped out silently, with their terrifying claws extended, upon soft fluffy birds who had been foolish enough to stay out too late.

However, he was reluctant to leave the headland while the diamonds still danced upon the sea, so instead of flying straight home Algy fluttered over slowly to a slightly lower spot, where he could watch the transformation of the light upon the sea before retiring to wait for another day.

He was surprised to observe that there seemed to be a pirate ship moored in the bay – or was he still in the thrall of his excursion into history, and dreaming of the ship which had carried Bonnie Prince Charlie away? In either case it seemed to pose no threat to a fluffy bird, so he leaned back upon the rock and watched the day "lean o'er the world's sharp edge":

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp; High in his hand he held a blazing lamp, Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge. With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray, I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright. 'Twas but the expiring glory of the light Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.

[Algy is quoting the poem Sunset by the late 19th/early20th century American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox.]

[bookshelf-in-progress]

If I could write stories as quickly and vividly as I can envision them, I would have written at least three lovely novellas in the last week. Two of them this morning.

[ptanalo]

First batch of little guy commissions! If anyone else in interested, my ko-fi is here!

[fancyfade]

for some reason cadmus programmed superboy with star wars knowledge

adventures of superman 506

[ghostly-werewolf]

tonight, a sudden obito dream. on a bus ride somewhere he was crying over a cupcake with a candle in it, like, sobbing over it. no idea what triggered it.

[sylvrndoodles]

Vesper's forgotten god patron

[galionne-diging]

There is a beast in my home

[badassindistress]

~🌺🌼⚘Squashed Flower Stays⚘🌼🌺~

This summer I followed a workshop on natural fabric dying or tataki zomé, or as I like to call it Squashed Flower Dyeing with a Hammer!

And me being who I am, I decided to immediately graduate from test strips into making fabric for stays.

The technique of this is that flowers naturally have pigments. If you place a fresh flower on some cotton or linen, sandwich it between some more linen and smash it with a big rubber mallet, those pigments get squashed in your fabric. You get a coloured squash print of a flower or leaf:

Then you wash your fabric in iron sulfate (your fabric goes yellow and your print goes black) white vinegar (your colours stay, reds go pink) or alun/aluin (your colours fix but go more purple).

The sad thing is, the colours fade very quickly. The fresher your leaf, the brighter the mark, but even the vibrant colours fade when they come into contact with the sun :(

Anyway, it turned out very interesting and was great fun to do for an afternoon:

Stay tuned for the turning it into stays part!

(Link here when I get to that)

[we-love-morioh-cho]

Inspired by @/justdorrito's art of Irene (please check out their art!), I decided to change up my blog theme for a bit which involved cutting these out from the manga. Figured others might wanna use them so here they are, I'm still a novice so they might not be the highest quality. No credit required, just made these transparent 🦋