#disturbing theme

[taintedsoul-if]

This is definitely one of my favourite IFs at the moment; I’m greatly anticipating what the story has in store! Love your work.

I’m curious on what ROs’ parents are/were like! Like their family backgrounds.

Spoiler Minefield. I'll give you a little something though. (Dark disturbing themes up ahead. Please be careful.)

Montholon Family

The Montholon family once ruled the four lands of Vathilia with an iron fist, but their reign was marked by greed and destruction. Artilius, born to a Chamberlain maid, witnessed his mother's tragic suicide due to the lustful advances of a powerful man who couldn't be satisfied with the countless beauties at his disposal.

Princess Alora Montholon, daughter of the empress, was caught in a compromising position with her own brother on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. To save face, she was forced to marry her sibling, as the emperor believed a woman couldn't rule the country. The title of Crown Prince was bestowed upon Artilius, tasking him with producing an heir for the country of Nasmar.

Valenzuela Family

The Valenzuela family is part of a long and storied line of Zeniths, ancient beings born from the remnants of gods and goddesses. As such, they possess otherworldly abilities and a unique loyalty - they are bound to serve whomever sits upon the throne, without question or hesitation.

Glaurung and Levesque

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My apologies if I took so long to respond. Hope all is well. Thank you for the ask. ❤

[phrysic]

something’s got to give.

[jackobbit]

Little doodle of the DCA as Pikmin :3c

Sun is a yellow Pikmin and Moon is a blue Pikmin!

[an-albino-pinetree]

@berdlygaming-724 thank you for the inspiration, this one’s for you -v-

Here’s some goofy doodles of @sm-baby ‘s Carnival!Jax as a Dead By Daylight killer-

That being said, I’m uncomfortable with tagging this as Dead By Daylight fanart, A: because this isn’t my character B: because the media and fandom in which this idea that isn’t mine came from, is wildly different, so I’m just not gonna do that-

Also I’m sorry if those perks suck lmao, I love the game but I haven’t played in ages and never researched the perks, just killer lore—

[didyoutrywumbo]

I feel like y’all are not understanding the role of incest in gothic media like crimson peak

I keep seeing stuff like oh Lucille was just evil and abusive and Thomas is a poor little meow meow

They BOTH were horribly abused and isolated which led to the horror of the film, their incestuous relationship and murdering

Like the only reason Thomas even grew and changed was because he experienced a healthy love through Edith for the first time

She never got that and her obsession with him (which is super tied to her idea of safety and love and her FEAR) ultimately led to both of their deaths but this is a direct result the abuse she experienced

[lyr-caelum]

🌑 AS THE WORM MOON DIES 🪱

- Chapter 23.

If @rollercoasterwords makes me scream to my screen… i have to do the same to them 😏

(Thank you again for letting me draw what u write)

[frogatz]

you'll see them again !

too many thoughts and things done with Intent to fully explain myself . partially bc this was supposed to be much much longer, but i think i would like to play more in the space of post-game loop.

[mel0nsit0]

HII CAN YOU PLEASE DRAW SNIPERSPY PLEASE

okie dokie!! 😄

[aburninghill]

The body, the haunted house.

Those Times by Anne Sexton // Dream House by Shanice Bloodbloom // Walking House by Laurie Simmons // Ash by Tracy K. Smith // One need not be a chamber by Emily Dickinson // Deconstructa III by Tania Font // Housewife by Anne Sexton // Femme Maison by Louise Bourgeois // The Haunting of Hill House by Mike Flanagan // My House by Loren Siems // The Architecture of Deconstruction by Mark Wigley // Anatomy by Kitty Horrorshow

[nyxi-pixie]

not to sound like an exclusionary bitch but some media has age ranges for its intended audiences and a significant number of problems arise when a fandom is comprised of people decidedly outside of that.

[noniez]

talking to a stranger voice: yeah soo i’ve been getting really into mouthwashing lately

[opinionatedscreamsintothevoid]

We have had decades upon centuries of proof that fiction doesn't impact reality the way you antis think it does. But here you are, denying the actual historical evidence because it's inconvenient for you. How sad.

Source?

Meanwhile, you can see media affecting reality through the most basic things by themselves: commercials, propaganda, and media representation. Moral lessons in cartoons, even, are smaller ways that media affects people's perceptions and ideals, causing ripple effects into the real-world.

Commercials are designed to make people desire a certain product over other products, for example.

Propaganda manipulates perceptions to garner support for a cause. There's plenty of examples including the infamous 'Donald Duck nazi cartoon'.

Media representation shapes people's views on minority groups. This is why minority representation matters.

There's also the fact that movies/tv shows have resulted in larger consequences: People used to underestimate and dismiss sharks before the Jaws movie, but the film completely shifted their perception. Now sharks are feared and were also hunted to endangerment, to the point the original author regrets making Jaws in the first place. Fifty Shades of Gray caused a sudden spike in hospitalization over bedroom-related injuries and effecting perception on fetishes.

Let me make this clear: I'm not saying you can't have abusive/unhealthy relationships in your media. I'm saying that it shouldn't be glorified/romanticized. I'm also not saying I want people to hold the audience's hand and talk down to them about right or wrong (Since I know that's a big strawman a lot of proshippers use)

I'm saying that if you have p*dophilia, abuse, or i*cest in your story, don't make it out to be a good or a healthy relationship.

The MAP situation exposed support for those real-world terrible individuals. Why feed into that with content geared toward that audience?

[merp0515]

Healing Past Scars Chapter 4 Coffee Shop Of Horrors

Summary: After the dealing with so many traumatic incidents, our beloved meme guardain boys have to come into terms with both past and present scars. Will they be able to conquer them with an iron fist or will those same wounds destroy them both?

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts,PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Healing , Developing Relationship

Link to chapter 3’s Tumblr version is here, Ao3 link is here, and Wattpad link is here

TW: The following story contains dark themes such as PTSD, and disturbing imagery.

If there was one thing Three had wished for, it would have been over 1,000 cups of coffee to keep him awake.

The tired male sighs as he was getting everything ready to open up his coffee shop for the day. Last night definitely wasn't exactly the best sleep he's gotten and after waking up from that nightmare, he wasn't able to go back to sleep. Eggdog was at one of the tables, helping his Dad get the shop ready but at the same time keeping a close eye on him in case he had a similar freak out from last night.

SMG3 was getting all the coffee beans out, ready to be used for the day. The small whiff of the grounds helped him relax a little. He closed his eyes for a moment to smell the fresh coffee beans he was going to use very soon. The bell to 3’s Coffee N' Bombs rang, making the guardian open his red eyes and see who appeared so early in the morning.

If Three could laugh at the person that just walked in he would one hundred percent. Especially by how tired they looked and definitely was about to pass out on his cafe floor.

“So I take it that the storm also had you go through a sleepless night?” He asked tiredly, not even bothering to try to tease the other male that sat on his counter and put his down exhausted as fuck.

“Says the one who hasn't realized he spilled his own coffee beans on himself.” His guardian companion and friend SMG4 mumbled under his breath.

The tired purple goth looks back at his opened coffee bag already half empty with most of the beans already on the floor. Three cursed under his breath as he put the bag on the counter where Four sat. He turns around and heads to the back to grab a broom, grumbling angrily as to how he's already done with the day and wants to go knock out on his bed again.

SMG4’s half lidded eyes observed his meme guardian partner from a far. A yawn escaped his lips as he raised his upper half from the counter to rub his blue eyes from exhaustion. He sits up a bit, stretching his upper body a bit to help wake himself up a bit and have that energy boost he's been needing since he got here.

SMG3 lazed his way to the backroom, getting the broom to clean up the mess he accidentally made earlier. A sigh escapes the man's lips as he grabs the cleaning item he needed to get it done and over it. His mind pondered back to the nightmare he had the night before. He groaned, annoyed wondering where the hell did that kind of vision even come from and how on earth did it even happen in the first place. He looks to a corner of the backroom and leaves the broom he previously grabbed and sets it at the corner so it doesn't fall. Three leans back at the wall, letting himself slide down to the floor. His red eyes drained from the lack of sleep. He closes his eyes for a moment wanting to take a mini nap before his work at the coffee shop begins.

Just a little nap couldn't hurt. That scrub will be fine with staying on the main floor alone for a bit without me, he thought to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep. The purple guardian hopes that with the nap he's getting, it'll be enough to help him regain his energy and go on with his day.

A soft windy breeze echoes around the male who is currently laying down in the field of grass at the Internet Graveyard. He sits up and stretches his arms, feeling refreshed from his nap in the outdoors. Three looks up to the clear sky blankly, his mind not fully processing what was going on. All of a sudden, his son with a cute little top hat appears from the wild to greet his Dad. He bounced on his lap and clicked happily, gaining the attention of the graveyard lord.

Three looks down to see his first child. A mixture of shock and confusion spreads across his face as he gently touches its face.

“Terrance?”he began, “My boy where have you been?” He asks the little creature staring at him blankly briefly before responding in its language. “You've been at home? As in back at the coffee shop?” The ex villain asks once more earning a single click. The little Uganda knuckles gets off his lap and tries to direct him to where the meme once appeared.

The purple lad gets up from where he was once resting to see where his top hat son will lead him at. Once Terrance saw his father get up, the meme led the way to their old home. The ruby eyed male made sure to be up to speed with his child as he found it strange that he was walking a little quicker than usual.

As he was distracted on catching up to his deceased son, the air around him started to become colder, clouds started to form together as if it wanted to rain. Three senses something wrong in the air the minute he was seeing the sky get darker than usual.

Terrance clicks with glee as he charges full speed towards the thing that was waiting for them at the coffee shop. SMG3 gasps and he runs behind the speedy meme to stop him from accidentally hurting another being there. Out of breath Three managed to catch up to the little derpy knuckles and saw a familiar egg shaped meme. It was his other son, Eggdog. The little egg shaped dog looked at them both and barked happily at them. Terrance happily clicks to his dad signaling that his other brother was here waiting for the two of them.

“Eggdog! I'm so glad your her-”

Thunder roars loudly causing all three of them to jump in fear from the sudden noise. Eggdog whimpers, fearing the loud thunder and runs to his father to seek comfort. The Uganda knuckles followed his brother as well, startled by the noise as well. Three hugs both boys close comforting them so they don't feel scared anymore. Rain started to pour down rapidly as Three and his children were getting wet.

“Let's go inside. I don't want you two or myself getting sick from this weather.” SMG3 said as he walked to the front door of his old home and opened it carefully. Once inside, both meme children hopped away from Three and entered deep into the dark coffee shop.

“Terrance! Eggdog! Wait, I need to turn the lights on first! Don't run in the dark!” He shouted concern for his children as he followed the boys further into the dark building.

The further he was walking into the void, the more his anxiety was building up. The ex villain cursed under his breath as he was walking into the sea of nothingness. All he wants is to make sure BOTH of his children are safe from harm.

Clicks and barking are heard in the distance, Three takes the chance to run as fast as his legs could carry him to the sound of their voices. He didn't care that his legs were on fire and his breath was starting to sting his lungs, all he wanted was to see his kids. Small dots of red and white were spotted and the goth lad couldn't be anymore happier to have found them.The dark void slowly turned into the current home he was living in. Colors of dark blue and yellow illuminated his new home. Three looked around aimlessly as he was trying to stop himself from having a panic attack from pure worry.

He looks down, finally seeing his beloved boys. Both children had their backs turned on him which confused the meme guardian. Three reaches out to both sons in hopes of them noticing his presence. A gasp of horror was heard once both children turned around to face Three at the same time.

What once was the happy go lucky Eggdog turned into an egg shaped eldritch goope that he had fought with his friends back at Peach's castle. Eyes forming all around the little creature terrified the purple guardian. As for what was once Terrance, the Uganda knuckles had turned its own creepy eldritch version, with one eye with a big zero covering almost his entire face. The older meme child was a bit bigger than Eggdog's form as the red meme only had half of its body, its ribcage and a bit of its left arm showing his bones while the right arm had SMG0’s arm.

Three looked at the duo terrified. Ruby red eyes filled with fear and sadness seeing the horrified forms of both of his meme children. He backed away slowly, trying to get away from the nightmare in front of him. Little did the guardian know, that something was already awaiting him as he ran towards the front of the cafe.

Something had taken ahold of SMG3 and dragged him back towards the backroom of his cafe. Three tried with all his might to get away from the thing that grabbed him. It was surprisingly strong yet it wasn't doing any harm to him.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” SMG3 shouted loudly as he felt his entire body shaking from fear. He didn't dare to open his eyes until he felt something hugs him tightly.

A gentle, yet strong warm embrace of something trying to bring him comfort. Three stopped resisting and gasped for air. He looked around his surroundings and saw that he was back at the corner where he was resting earlier. He looked at the corner of his eyes to his worried son and his pal beeg SMG4 staring at him concerned.

“Thank the memes you're awake! Your shouts startled us all and we went to check in on you to see if you were alright!” a familiar concerned voice spoke to Three. He looked at the source of the voice and it was none other than his meme guardian companion. His ocean eyes staring into his very soul. Three sighed in relief seeing the other male and smiled softly to him. Four smiled back, more awake than what he was earlier.

The two were like this for a while until Four’s alarm rang from his phone. Both snapped out of the trance they had and composed themselves.

“Damn it Three, don't scare us like that again!” Four stated, upset about the whole thing.

“Shut up Baka! I should be the one telling you that!” Three retaliated, a slight shade of pink forming on his checks. A bark from eggdog caught the attention of the two guardians. Three was shocked at eggdog’s comment.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEED REST?! I'm fine enough to function and work at my shop today!” SMG3 glares at his son. Eggdog growls in response knowing that his Dad is in dire need of rest. A little “ugh” from beeg SMG4 was heard. SMG4 crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“Beeg we've been over this. I'm already used to being up late at night working on my videos. I'll be alright. If it helps, I can help cover for SMG3 so he can get some rest.” SMG4 suggested earning a groan from SMG3.

“Oh no! You are NOT working at my cafe today! You were just as bad as I was earlier and almost looked like you were about to pass out on my floor!” Three exclaimed. Four glared at Three pouting at his response.

“As if you are any better! I can still smell the spilled coffee beans you left on the floor!” Four shot back, annoyed by Three's stubbornness.

“Listen here D tier scrub, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and my business so just go back to circus tent and go the fuck to sleep.”

“Fuck you Snitchy, I am not going anywhere! You need help running your shop! You literally look like shit! Did you even shower recently?!”

“Why the fuck do I need to answer that?! When the hell was the last time you actually drank water and ate something properly?! Have you actually touched grass aside from coming here every damn morning?!”

A loud siren alarm was heard, stopping both guardians from their tracks. A big hand grabbed the duo and dragged them down to Three's evil lair. Both males where struggling to break free from hand’s grasp.

Ding!

Both stopped trying to break free upon hearing the ding and were thrown to SMG3’s bed. Beeg SMG4 appears from the shadows with angry brows. Seconds later another ding of the elevator was heard and eggdog made his entrance not long after. Both meme parents glared at the duo before them. Eggdog was the first to break the silence. Three's eyes widened at his son's words and sighs sadly. Four looks at his sad friend. His once annoyed expression turned into a more concerned one. He turns back to his own kid. His short little “ugh!” was more than enough for him to give in and smiled at his son sadly.

“Alright you two. You guys win. We'll take a break from work today and try to catch up on sleep.” SMG4 gently spoke to the memechildren. Both boys made noises of glee, finally convincing their parents to rest. Three looks at Four, seeing the bags from his eyes really had him questioning how Four really has been doing as of recent. He flops down at his pillow, staring at the ceiling lost in thought. Eggdog and Beeg both jump to the bed to join the guardian duo to make sure they actually rest and bring them both comfort.

Both males smiled at their children. All they wanted was to give them some comfort and have them relax considering how stressful both must have appeared. Four flops to the other pillow and turns to face his son. He hugs the little guy close, feeling himself relax as he holds onto him. Eggdog snuggled closely to Three, the egg shaped dog wanted to make sure that his Dad knew he had someone here for him and loves him a lot. He could feel his Dad's stache tickle his fur earning a happy soft bark from the good noodle.

I'm so sorry for worrying you so much little one. I promise I'll do better for your sake. Both males internally spoke in their minds to their respective children as they slowly drifted to sleep once more in hopes of a better dream.

[nemyzilla]

TW BLOOD / DISTURBING IMAGERY (?)

This is Joey's silly anti-creep device! He calls it "the stretcher" :3

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 12 of Constellations:

‘Can I ask you something?’ ‘Sure,’ Efnisien said, nodding encouragingly. ‘You’ve��talked about Lludd killing people casually in the past. Do you know if he killed anyone? For real?’ Efnisien’s steps slowed, and then he stopped in the dappled shade of a tree, staring at its base for a long moment. ‘You… Uh. Did you not-? Did you really not know?’ Efnisien asked. ‘I knew he was capable. I knew he wanted to kill me. But no, I saw nothing. I never had proof. Just you joking about it and him threatening about it.’ ‘Right,’ Efnisien said. He took a sharp breath. ‘Right. Okay. Yeah, he killed people. So did Penny.’ When he’d been younger, all of Lludd’s victims had seemed like non-people. They were figments; they didn’t have lives, or names, or histories, they were just threats. Even when it became almost real, Gwyn still struggled to think of those people as people. Chelsea would have said it was a coping mechanism, but now Gwyn felt confronted because his family members had murdered people. ‘Did you see it?’ Gwyn whispered. ‘No,’ Efnisien said, his voice rough. ‘Well- With Penny… Uh. But with Lludd, no. Not- I never saw a murder. I saw the results. Didn’t you? Don’t you remember with Christine? Crielle’s maid?’

[yackers]

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