#bit of psychological horror

[inwoundedhands]

Here's a snippet of the newest chapter of ruthlessness!

Greetings all! I'm in a kind of writing rut, so I decided to give it a sneak peek now that I can feel it fading.

Almost immediately, Lauren began to fall. Her eyes were still closed, and what she heard made her keep them clenched shut.

A cacophony of different noises assaulted her. The song continued, the piano pulses seeming to match up with the sound of hoofbeats, barely decipherable over a child’s cries.

Flashes of light began filtering through her vision, and she realized that her eyes weren’t closed at all. It was just darkness all around her. The flashes began to become more frequent, bringing scenes of color that burned into her retinas.

At first, she saw herself holding Andy when he finally left the NICU. She marveled as the quiet child breathed deeply, slumber smoothing out the plains of the baby’s face. Slowly, as Lauren watched, Andy awoke, and when he opened his mouth, a deafening cry escaped him. Darkness overtook the scene. Lauren was no longer watching as she held Andy, only watching as Andy was taken from her arms, crying. She watched as her younger self, only slightly past age three, reached for him, her cries accompanying Andy’s.

The scene changed.

She saw a man at an altar, and a woman clutching at her stomach.

She saw great flashes of red and gold and white as she felt the feeling of strength overcoming not only her but the entire room, exploding in a cascade of pure power.

She saw a mother cradling two bundles, tears streaming as they were removed from her hands.

The scenes began to change, as Lauren fell deeper into the void, the sounds of hoofbeats and a child crying still accompanying the music.

She saw two children running alongside each other, skipping over rocks that shone like stars amid an expansive pool of water. The rocks seemed to glow brightly, a kaleidoscope of color,  when the children landed on them and they disappeared entirely as the children passed them.

Everything changed when one of the children stumbled. 

“You’re in danger, little wolf.” A voice came to her somewhere from the back of her mind.

As the child fell, the crying became wailing, and the light began to dull, leaving the fallen child in darkness that seemed all-encompassing. The other child kept going, seemingly unaware.

As they got farther apart, the crying got louder. It became wailing then screaming. The ground began to shake, the water becoming disturbed. As if it was raining, thousands of droplets hit the water. The hoof beats were thundering, matching the staccato of the hiccuping breaths of the crying child. Then there was no sound, there was no light, and they were alone in the dark.

Then a light broke through the dark, bright and brilliant and warm. Golden.

“You’re not ready to see this.” That same voice came. She vaguely recognized it as Andreas’s.

The fallen child reached toward it, letting the warmth and light travel up their arm, racing up as it spread through their body. The child began laughing, a light tinkling sound, and contentment spread through the air, surging through even Lauren. Happy tears flowed down her cheeks, the detachment of the emotion leaving Lauren feeling like she was in someone else’s body. 

“It is too soon, you need to open your eyes.” Andreas directed, but Lauren’s body was no longer her own.

The light shifted, the gold accompanied by white and specks of red. Surges of power jolted through the child, straightening their limbs as they began to stand. The child studied their hands, flexing their fingers, watching as the light danced around their fingertips.

Then the light reached their heart.

“Open your eyes!”

Pain like no other flooded Lauren’s body as she watched the child convulse, the light growing brighter and brighter as the darkness was burnt away. Everything was burnt away, including the child, including Lauren-

“GET OUT!”

New chapters coming on the 30th!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

being nonbinary in a world that refuses to acknowledge more than 2 genders is weird bc like. i've literally found myself thinking "what if i go on hormones so my parents misgender me but in a different way"

[equill]

Another Otsutsuki?!

we’re messing up the timeline for this one. (I lost this crack idea but then it came back… the abyss stare back and I jumped in.)

anyways, now some kids meeting the new kid

Panel 1: There’s something wrong here.

Comic 1: Attention.

they’re both in the same boat

Comic 2: Day Off (with confusion.)

he just a little insecure,, (kakashi still told him to get it together)

back to the future now

Comic 3: What. (huh?)

Panel 2: very tiny.

[meltedmush]

Keep making the Binghorse. We gotta ward off people from entering this fandom. We need to keep it pure. I fr don't want this fandom to become famous. I'm scared that there will be toxic fans left and right.

HAHA I absolutely understand the sentiment. I feel a bit contradictory since I want more people to appreciate SVSSS, but the at the same time I like small tight knit communities and I personally can’t handle large fandoms whatsoever. 😭

Although I do feel as though describing the SVSSS as pure is very funny for how lawless this fandom is. But behavior wise, it is definitely a very positive and supportive space!! I haven’t met anyone or seen anything unpleasant since I’ve entered the fandom. Albeit, it’s only been a few months since I’ve started interacting with the fandom, and over half a year since I first read SVSSS, so I have no clue what horror stories the SVSSS fandom has. (I honestly haven’t interacted with that many SVSSS fans tbh…. Even though I want to.)

In addition, funny enough, I feel as though the book almost acts as its own barrier of entry. SVSSS isn’t the type of book you can read once unless you’re good at reading against the grain and noticing all the nuances and subtext. I know the first time I read SVSSS, SVSSS disturbed and confused me so badly. I talked to a few other people who read SVSSS once, who said that LBH and SQQ’s relationship felt like Stockholm syndrome. But people who’ve read SVSSS several times will know, that is not the case, and that SQQ is an INSANELY UNRELIABLE narrator.

I honestly find it funny how effective Binghorse or all the other skin creatures is at filtering toxic fans.😂

There’s always a general reaction to the skin creatures: “Omg, cute!!”, “wtf, but I like it”, “wtf”. Or getting blocked, or death threats. (I haven’t received any…? I don’t think…? One message I received is definitely debatable since I can’t tell if it’s sarcastic or not….😭)

But regardless, I’ll definitely keep drawing Binghorse!!! It’s actually really enjoyable!

[rebornofstars]

wouldnt it be so fucked up tho. time travel. the chain's circadian rhythms would be completely destroyed... u can't tell me all the portals would lead them to the same exact time of day across eras, and even if they did the days are shorter in winter and longer in summer, and the amount of daylight they get is going to vary drastically, and the time they spend in each location is going to be impossible to count right. u can tally days, sure, but how do u tally half-days and half-nights when the portals send them straight from dusk to dawn, evening straight into noon, morning into midnight. how do u count that. when do u sleep. how long have u been walking? how old are u?

[prettyflyshyguy]

I hope this hurts.

You should play Mouthwashing. Like right now. It was very good.

Could not put it down. I was not ready for just how hard the narrative was going to gut punch me. I've had a tough year, and I felt like this game was directly addressing my psyche at times - you work a shit job for what. No more than two slices of cake.

Chilling, horrifying, exhilarating, vindicating. An absolute ride from beginning till end and you won't know what's coming and that's the best part. Short, and organically sweet (no nutrition pouch sweetener added)

Take responsibility. You can fix this. You can fix all of this.

[cursio-neptune]

[nickolashx]

Mourning Tide (2024)

Mourning Tide is a free psychological horror fishing game made by the indie game studio 'Liquid Squid'.

A guilt-ridden fisherman ventures into unknown waters. Each catch reveals haunting reminders of his past sins. Unravel the mystery and seek redemption, or be consumed by the mourning tide...

Download it here

[crismakesstuff]

curly my friend curly 🧿

[ectonurites]

@bylerween2023 DAY 4: PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR

I Feel Sick by Jhonen Vasquez (of Invader Zim fame) has always held a special place in my heart (alongside related stories Johnny The Homicidal Maniac & Squee!) ever since I first read it as a kid... and, well, with the lead of the book being a painter who has to come face to face with their work when it seems to gain a mind of it's own... it just felt like it could be a really cool basis for an AU with these guys!

Plus, I got so attached to the idea while drawing out this comic that I started working on a fic to flesh it all out further—at the time i'm posting this it's not quite done yet, but look for the first half of it from me in the coming days!

In the meantime, you can check out the accompanying playlist if you'd like:

It’s specifically a mix that Will created and listens to within the fic—so songs hold thematic relevance as well as sometimes just being the Right Vibe™️. The timeframe for the fic is late 90’s, which is also reflected in the song choices (well, barring the fact that some are remasters of songs that were done later on, but like, the original songs all debuted pre-1997)

[medicalunprofessional]

flood

~♫

[daily-ynfg-worlds]

Monochrome World

[dismembered-narrator]

man the second half of mouthwashing really let me down

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Watched a Thai horror show on Netflix before bed. I do NOT recommend following in my footsteps, Thailand does not fuck around when it comes to horror.

[joonebugg]

Horror sans variants where their based on different types of horror genres. Hell, even with the entirety of horrortale even

Body horror, analog horror, slasher, found footage. All that fun stuff

[saints-who-never-existed]

"Richard Henry Dana [author of the 1840 memoir 'Two Years Before the Mast'] experienced firsthand how the morale of a ship's crew could deteriorate to the extent that even the slightest incident might be perceived as a horrendous, unbearable injustice:

"A thousand little things, daily and almost hourly occurring, which no one who has not himself been on a long and tedious voyage can conceive of or properly appreciate - little wars and rumors of wars,- reports of things said in the cabin,- misunderstanding of words and looks,- apparent abuses,- brought us into a state in which everything seemed to go wrong."

- In the Heart of the Sea, Nathaniel Philbrick