#dunno how else to describe it

[thedeafprophet]

The thing with body horror is that its not.... all of it that bothers me?

Its specifically like medical/fleshy stuff its like, if there's playing on medical symptoms thats when its really not for me. like the weird glass stuff with the dawn machine? fine. body horror directly invoking medical and fleshy scenarious? not for me.

and its hard because likes theres no clear... distinquishing between the different areas of this yknow. XD its all under one thing

(And then its like if people are making disabled people to be 'body horror' (which is like a huge problem, esp in mainstream stuff) i have a right to bite then. )

[subtleshenanigans]

I want stories of the inevitable choice. Looming, impending; the protagonist fighting, grasping, for anything other than the outcome. And they run, and fight, and claw until their hands are bleeding but it was never going to end any other way. But they can't help it; they can't help but resist. Even though it's a matter of when, not if.

I want stories that end in destruction of the protagonist, maybe their sense of self. Maybe their morals, or emotions. Drained, apathetic.

Maybe it'll eventually turn around and end good. But I want to read stories that reach this point.

[puppysdog]

smoking weed and then going to publix is like entering a point and click game and every one else is a hostile enemy

[akumanoken]

feeling... twitchy...

[mosswolf]

prayer circle that the book about gender equality and sustainable cities im reading for uni remains normal about trans people please 🕯️

[braisedhoney]

"He’s frozen stiff, threatening claws now hovering down to the side—his eyes look huge in the darkness, that faint white glow giving just the slightest of his expression away. 

He still doesn’t strike."

- all because of you (i do right) by puppyblue on ao3, Chapter 1. @puppyblueao3 here on tumblr i think!

(does this count as a fic rec or fanart. both, probably. rambles under the cut.)

SO uh—i'm really picky about fanfiction. like. really really picky.

i dunno why exactly, but i kinda have a hard time reading them right away bc a) i'm not really a shipper and that's most fanfiction i've seen and b) i like when i can really imagine the characters saying and doing whatever it is they're doing.

y'know the whole "he would not fucking say that" meme? lmao that's me, but with fanfics and only to myself. (i know everyone has their niche and i'm not here to police anybody's fun, just curate my own.)

anyway all that to say that i really, really liked this one. a lot. it's canon divergent off of into the spiderverse, and if you can believe it the comic is literally not a spoiler bc it's in the summary of the fic. but if you liked uncle aaron or even just are a sucker for redemption (? ish?) arcs, i think you'd like it! with all the angst and chaos from atsv it's a nice change of pace.

[poesdaughter]

Need songs for a playlist!!

Creepy GHOSTLY-sounding songs that are maybe even a bit dreamy/atmospheric?! Maybe even a lil sexy-like in that weird way?!

i.e. Haunted & Even in Death by Evanescence (ESPECIALLY these two!!!!), Haunted by Poe, Kiss from a Rose by Seal, Till Death by PI3RCE, Family Tree by Ethel Cain

[willosword]

something about how mark was tricked into bowing for nolan makes me wanna throw up in my mouth a little

[skiagrafia]

After an exhausting exams week, rewarded myself with this

[swasdoodles]

the music star herself

[gay--dog]

yepp i need to be put down i think

[arts-and-drafts]

AFK (Limited Life)

(A tiny little snippet I wrote after Martyn confirmed in his Lore that Grian's AFK session was the work of Watchers. Enjoy!)

CW: Death mentions, disassociation(?)

-

Joel fretted back and forth in front of Grian's rigid form.

He and Jimmy woke up to a sunny sky, a fresh harvest on Bread Bridge, and a very still Grian sat atop a llama in a boat. His arms were slack at his sides, and he stared straight ahead in a worryingly blank expression.

Every once in a while, his eyes had swirled with a purple magic that put Jimmy right on edge, though he wouldn't say why; he just told Joel "not to say their names". Whatever the bloody hell that meant.

He looked frozen in time, almost, if Joel hadn't confirmed that the clock was indeed still ticking down on Grian's inner forearm.

The Boogeyman thunderclap rang out above Joel's head as he was preoccupied keeping Tango and Impulse away from Grian's body (gods know what they would do if they realized what a state he was in) and a chill ran up Joel's spine.

There was a chance it could be Grian.

Joel frantically started theorizing how they would even do that. Grian could be moved, that Joel already figured out, and Joel highly doubted that his friend had just happened to fall asleep in a mob in a boat.

3.

Grian was probably expecting this to happen to him, whatever this was, which meant he was probably expecting his fellow Bad Boys to figure out what to do if he had in fact been selected Boogeyman.

2.

Okay, fine. Maybe Joel could make a sort of 'piggyback' arrangement where Grian's hands were wrapped around an axe and he was wrapped around Joel, and Joel could just puppet him around to kill people. Yeah, maybe that could work. Joel was pretty strong.

1.

You are...

NOT The Boogeyman.

Joel didn't feel any relief. He whipped around to Grian after seeing his own message, staring him in the eyes to see if there was any change. Maybe there's a flash of red that he'd never noticed until now. Something like that.

Grian moved.

Joel fell off the boat edge he was perched on in shock.

It was really more of a spasm, but it was more movement than Joel had seen out of his friend since they woke up.

"Grian, are you the Boogeyman?" Joel asked, his voice hitching with desperation. Could he hear him still? Nothing he'd tried before had illicit any response, but maybe that's because Grian couldn't respond.

Grian twitched again, a jerky motion that could vaguely be interpreted as a shake of the head.

Well, definitely more of a shake than a nod. It was good enough for Joel.

"Alright," Joel sighed, and prayed to whoever was left that he interpreted that right. Grian was not the Boogeyman, and Tango and Impulse weren't either, if their words could be trusted.

Which they couldn't. Joel ran them back through the portal.

-

Grian did the mental equivalent of an exhale of relief, his mind stinging from the lengths it went to to just move his head. Joel had thankfully correctly interpreted what little Grian was able to do with his body before he was once again forced out of it, and he at least put that worry to rest.

Grian had bigger problems to deal with now, he mused with annoyance, as he turned his attention back to the massive web of purple magic he was encased in.

This was going to take a while.

END.

[matoitech]

Pete Davidson is already hot???

well then imagine i look like an even hotter pete davidson, according to someone i forgot once

[smytherines]

sorry, had a sensory and now my skin feels bad

[witchofanguish]

any truly good thing I’ve ever read always takes at least a moment to depict the depths of hell

[chainsawfam]

Chainsawfam’s Favorite Anime OST Songs (5/8)

Best Haunting Chimes

Sis Puella Magica (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) • Sweet Dreams (Chainsaw Man) • Nanachi in the Dark (Made in Abyss) • Kishibe Rohan’s Theme (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) • The Fourth Layer (Made in Abyss)

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8