#from the mud if

[beckwritesif]

Hi, how many chapters do you have planned for this IF?

Hi I honestly have no idea. I wrote up an outline for four chapters and then I agreed with myself that I would take the story where it would need to go when I reached that point. I honestly can’t plan that ahead before I’m properly into the thick of it lol

[sergle]

ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE, people dropping mad mad sums of money on gfms and charities and stuff are extremely impressive but that DOES NOT MEAN that putting like $5 towards someone's fund or any good cause is any less valuable, a lot of crowdfunding is about momentum and those single digits add up super fast, you do not need to be Rolling In The Dough to make someone's day!! moving the dial at all is extremely positive!!

[canisalbus]

Ok I drew them with silly 'hats' to cover their ears too (Vasco is wearing ear socks)

Machete looks like a jester

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[stil-lindigo]

birds on a wire.

[oil slick halogen. the angels gave up on us. we’ll make do with feathers and tar.]

prints (all proceeds go towards purchasing e-sims for Gazans and helping re-locate Palestinian refugees)

[mud-muffin]

Starfire sketch 😼

[wiztarm]

idk about this one gang

[ky-landfill]

[saintmachina]

"oh so you're spiritual but not religious" no actually I am deeply religious in alarmingly carnal and esoteric ways. If you even care.

[concernedbrownbread]

Listen, I love Allison and she's a good sister, but Diego was the one who was there for Klaus since S1. Diego drove him around. Diego saved him from Hazel and Cha Cha. Diego helped him get sober to get Dave. Six years of Allison giving Klaus her basement doesn't erase the fact that Diego's was there for Klaus for who-knows-how-many years.

[noerixo]

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Some Sam/Evan Slowburn Roommates to Lovers thoughts...

It’s the most comfortable couch in the world. It’s dinners together every night, him learning how to cook with a real stove and an oven just to contribute and finding out he kind of loves it. It's eating together on Evan's Couch tucked up under a blanket

It's hugs every day. It’s slowly gravitating from opposite ends of the couch to the middle, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, until they're just cuddling.

It’s the tabloids noticing them and being confused by their inability to identify him. He’s just her boy, and that’s all she’ll say about him. They can only ever get photos of the two of them from a distance, any pictures from speaking distance are all strangely obscured, as if there’s a shadow cast over the lens.

It’s all-day affection, a squeezed hand, an arm around a shoulder, a kiss on the head, or a kiss on the shoulder.

It’s feeling safe, as if he has a place. They don’t talk about it. He doesn’t bring up the D word again, and she doesn’t either, but he can’t help but feel a little like it applies here either way.

It’s the couch getting damaged by something and Evan intending to get his trusty air mattress out to use until Sam replaces it and her saying it’s ridiculous to do that when she has a bed plenty big enough for the both of them.

It’s things not being weird when they fall asleep in each other’s arms the way they sometimes would on the sofa, just intentional this time. It’s pulling each other close in the middle of the night, the smell of each other’s sweat and hair, feeling so intrinsically entwined that there’s no saying where each of them ends and where the other begins.

It’s waking up sprawled across each other, spending rare, lazy mornings just lying like that until one of them has to get up to pee and the other goes to make breakfast.

It’s Sam finally getting a new sofa but not letting Evan go back to it, saying it just makes more sense for him to keep sleeping in the bed, because things have worked great for them so far.

It’s neither of them thinking about what would happen if either of them were to ever bring someone home. The thought doesn’t cross either of their minds.

It’s looking forward to every text, every phone call, every voice note, every photograph. It’s pictures of them together on each of their lockscreens, his phone full of pictures of them together, taken at awkward angles, and photos of her doing literally anything. Her eating ice cream and waving at him, her scrunching her nose up, her mid-word as she gesticulates excitedly about something.

It’s hearing each other’s voices and smiling, knowing exactly where each other is, always aware of the strings caught between them.

It’s Evan being thoughtful and bringing her home a pot of flowers instead of a bouquet, it’s him writing down notes on all her favourite foods so he can always make sure there’s something she likes in.

It’s her finding it in herself to believe that he actually cares about her for who she is beneath the charm and having that carry her through even the most difficult times, because she knows that he’s too honest to ever lie to her about that.

It’s her knowing she loves him but not knowing where the lines are because there aren’t lines. It’s just them, endlessly entwined.

It’s Evan happy to live his life like this, for once not knowing the future and not feeling scared by it, because he gets to sleep in her bed, he gets to eat his meals with her, he has someone to come home to. He’s been in love with her for longer than he can remember, and he can remember it pretty far back. It feels as if their relationship transcends words or labels. They’re just Sam and Evan.

It’s K being like, “you guys are SO married, it’s insane,” and them being like, “but we’re not?” because they just don’t realise that they are.

It’s Sam going, “we aren’t married… are we married?” and him being like, “I’d take your name if you wanted me to.” And her blushing, thinking about who Evan Butler could be. “I mean, I would marry you,” she says matter-of-factly. And him saying, “I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” It’s them not talking about that again for years.

It’s his side of the bed and hers and the space in the middle where they both meet.

It’s whispered I love yous and I love you toos.

It’s “okay, fine. You were right. We are basically married,” as K giggles and squeals, and Jammer says, “Well, yeah. You’ve been together for like, years now.”

[beckwritesif]

The vast stretches of lone trees and wild grass of the rural countryside lures the ego overboard, pulling consciousness off course into addiction, delusion and seduction’s disintegrating madness. You barely pull yourself home from there every evening, the sun telling your time, the birds your weather forecast. One day you might not return home at all.

From the Mud is a Midwest gothic inspired horror set in a solitary countryside occupied only by two small towns and stretches of untamed nature. You play a troubled cowboy/girl/puncher who‘s ground deep into a maddening, repetitive routine that a string of deaths suddenly upends. The sheriff of the neighboring town along with a driven journalist and an old friend whose bridge you’ve long since burnt comes to town having heard the news. As you’re hunting for the culprit and running from yourself, your quiet life on the ranch is disturbed, forcing you to keep your cards close and choose your company carefully. But the most pressing matter proves to be whether you can trust your own mind.

From the Mud

☆ Interactive fictional psychological horror written in choice script

Features

Play as either a man, woman, or other

Choose your appearance from overall features to minor details

Experience nuanced romance as either straight, gay, or bi, or forgo romance altogether

Choose whether you’re religious or not in an overly christian rural town

Experience the world react differently towards you depending on who you identify as

Get wrapped up in the chaos to solve the mystery of several murders

Lose touch with reality and slowly question everything around you

Remember: you have to choose to get better

Reject the possibility of unnatural forces at play, or believe

Rot in a jail cell

Ride a horse!

Play a game mostly not driven by numbered stats but meaningful actions and a fuck ton of trackers

Demo! | pinterest

Advisory for the story so far: death, gore, profanity

Basics about some of the important RO characters and other below

The Sheriff ☆ Zachariah “Zach” Mallory ☆ a man in his mid thirties

Sheriff Mallory works from his office in Two Rocks, and though his occupation means working closely with other people and seeing to their needs, it would be indolent to describe him as being good with people. At all. Being abrasive and ill-natured, the man does, however, suit the role of authority well. When the angry crease on his forehead soften, you might find there is something else within his tired eyes.

The sheriff has dark brown, chin-length hair and a matching little effort short beard. His sand-colored skin is sun-kissed from being outside, the circles under his eyes almost a purple kind of shade. Under a heavy set of brows sits a pair of dark blue, almost stormy gray eyes. Standing at an imposing height, Mallory is nigh refused anything, and can’t be forced to wear the ugly uniform his rank requires. Instead, he sports a simple white fitted t-shirt and a pair of well-loved denim jeans.

The Journalist ☆ Candy Tillman ☆ a woman in her early thirties

Working for the local news station in Two Rocks, Ms. Tillman has through work experience and excellent mentoring from her predessessor become a hound chasing stories and truths. She is both idealistic and romanticizing (that which shouldn’t), and yet entirely unsusceptable to bullshit. When her facade falters who will accept her then?

The woman with the sweetest name has blonde hair that falls to the middle of her shoulder blades, which she loves to blowout. Her tan skin is contoured by a natural style of makeup, her small, light blue eyes painted. Candy is average height, reaching taller stature with her go-to minimalist pumps. The journalist prefers simple, feminine silhouttes of clothing, keeping up with the times.

The Best Friend ☆ Blythe Abel Goodwin ☆ a woman in her mid twenties

Blythe is your best friend who you grew up with in Ashley and who stuck around when everyone left, though you know she would’ve loved to leave just as much as you once did. In response to the death of her dreams and the narrow-minded opinions of the general inhabitation of the area, she has defiantly become a person of unique and unpredictable character. You’ve known each other through thick and thin, but is there a side to her yet to be discovered?

Your childhood friend is a contrast-filled woman just under average height. Long, black, cascading hair falls from her head down to her mid-back. Choppily home-cut bangs frame her small face. Her fair skin turns rosy in the cold. Blythe’s almond eyes that are sometimes obscured by a pair of reading glasses, are hazel. She wears whatever the fuck she wants.

The Colleague ☆ Ford Wiley Mallory ☆ a man in his early twenties

Ford Wiley is the younger half-brother of Sheriff Mallory and your colleague on the ranch. Working there only half-time, the younger Mallory is dedicated and driven only in the field of his passion; music. His band has only ever played at the local bar, though. Reserved and perhaps somewhat more thin-skinned than most living out on the countryside, Wiley makes do with refreshing optimism. Whether this optimism is genuine or fabricated is yet to be revealed.

Your part-time cowboy coworker has long, wavy brown hair that he sometimes makes an effort to style, and otherwise lets it live its own life. He and his half-brother have little in common, appearance included; Wiley has olive skin covered in freckles. His eyes are dark brown, and he is of average height. The musician’s clothes consist of unwanted (by himself) hand-me-downs from Zachariah and ill-gotten items.

The Old Friend ☆ Sawyer “Saw” Brennan ☆ a gender selectable person in their late twenties (m/f)

You grew up with Sawyer along with Blythe, and the three of you braved your childhood and youth in this godforsaken place for years. But they left when things got hardest, and you haven’t been able to get past it even after all these years. Over the years Sawyer has been away they’ve grown into a person you barely know anymore, and you struggle with their sudden return. Will you be able to understand and forgive them for leaving?

Sawyer has inky brown curly hair, worn long (f) or short (m) and loose, carefully taken care of and styled. They have warm brown skin and sharp eyes to match. Your old friend is tall, fitting their frame into oversized graphic t-shirts and either color matched sweats or baggy jeans.

My intentions with this game: It is not supposed to be a beautiful story, it is supposed to be ugly. Writing this game in the way I am is my taking a step away from perfection and seeing where my unpolished writing takes the story. I have been ruled by fear of inadequacy and a desire for ‘perfect timing’ long enough. If I continue to wait for the ‘right moment’ to create, I will end up not creating at all. My only desire now is to simply create, and continue doing so until I have something to show for it.

Story is written and coded by me

Credits to Cole Meanor for the beautiful photography done for the headers!

[gurggggleburgle]

As a former horse girl I love the Binghorses drawn by @meltedmush because every weird and cryptid suggestion and art of them just existing makes me stop and go: no wait horses will just do that. Horses are so weird. Horse behavior is so much

Horses will just stare at you through a window and if they're smart they can figure out certain doors. There is a specific kind of surreal of watching a horse walk into your house that is both very cute and cursed. SQQ could totally wake up to a Binghorse having broken into his house and staring at him

Horses also are weird and poorly designed biologically so if they sit for too long they can actually crush their organs and won't be able to stand up again. So I can see SQQ fretting over a bingfoal and asking if they're okay. Also they don't have the ability to sense being full. It is completely possible for a horse to eat too much and die. So again fretting mother hen SQQ planning special Binghorse diet only for Binghorse to come back and drop a dead bird in front of him.

It is completely plausible that SQQ can look up one day and see a binghorse sitting in a tree. Both cows and horses will climb trees. Goats too. I don't know why. They just will. The horse loose in a hospital bit is funny because horses on their own will just do that. They do just end up in places. It feels absurd but it's true. Getting jumped scared by a Binghorse totally believable.

Imagine that SQQ sees a Binghorse with a broken leg! The death knell of any normal horse. He can frett over those beautiful terribly designed legs as Binghorse is kept suspended in a swing thing.

And then the moment you combine omnivore snatch hunter it gets even funnier because I'm certain a real horse would if it could. The fact that people are in any way convinced horses are just cute and sweet and not weird terrifying little horrors of biology will never not be funny.

[endcraft]

i like etho as a mcyt figure because he is like if a computer engineer could be a caveman. like imagine if the guy who invented the watch and the guy who invented the wheel were the same guy. imagine if you were talking to him and he was like oh yeah i also invented the hand axe. and google

[iamespecter]

HOLY SHIT I FOUND YOU!! I SAW YOUR FNAF ART LIKE A YEAR AGO ON PINTREST AND I WAS LIKE DAMN THATS PRETTY FUCKING AWSOME BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDN'T FIND THE ARTIST BUT I JUST DID, ITS YOU!!

I have no idea which art of mine you found from pinterest but based on what you're implying I lowkey think it's this screenshot redraw I made for the FNAF movie lmao (which I hope I'm right)

Unfortunately you won't get much FNAF art from me nowadays anon, ever since Ruin disappointed me immensely I've just lost most of the hope I've been clinging onto for the franchise, now I'm just here... reminiscing, watching from the sidelines, and making a once-in-a-blue-moon art for it if I'm feeling extra

[jess-the-vampire]

2024, also known as the year jess stepped up her bg game