#horroresque

[alpaca-clouds]

Hear me out! Whalepunk. 🐳

Within those (potential) punk genres I listed a couple of weeks ago, there is one that absolutely fascinates me, even though it does not yet exist, if we are totally honest. The stuff I made up last week is partly more of a thing yet, than this specific one, though the name/idea is a bit older. As far as I can tell, it went something like this: "Yo, Dishonored feels kinda like a punk thing, right? And it runs on whale oil. So, like... Whalepunk? 😉" And given that there is a subreddit on it, there were definitely folks who really took to it. Yet, nothing much came from it. While I will argue that Dredge is also now part of that genre... That's it. Three games. Dishonored, Dishonored 2 and Dredge.

But I am super fascinated by the potential of this genre and now I am going to tell you why.

So, the entire Whale Oil thing predated the wide steam adaption by a bit. But of course it never got used in the way we see it used within Dishonored either way. For all intents and purposes, the whale oil in Dishonored might as well be called "magic whale goo", because it functions less as the oil and more as "energy source, but it is important it comes from whales". Because Dishonored brings in one other aspect: Some strange, almost eldritsch mysticism that is connected to the whales. And it is this, what makes the potential of the genre so interesting.

See, the thing about Whalepunk to me is, that there are three interesting things to explore within this genre.

The Whaling Industry as it existed was very cut throat and as basically the fishing industry still is today, there was ton of abuse going on. Because, duh, industries. Which would give an interesting start for the "punk" part to happen. Just explore people somehow surviving the life was a whaler and also... struggling with it. Because of their own misery, yes, but also because...

Whales are intelligent creatures. They are really, really intelligent. They are so intelligent that cultures living from fishing at times were able to co-work with the whales. So one can really work with the idea of "killing a being, that is almost human like in its intelligence" and how that might play out. And that would leave interesting places to explore. (Also: A story from the perspective of the whales?)

There is also the aspect of the ocean as this strange and unpredictable place. The one thing that to this day humanity is completely unable to tame. And the mysteries of the deep ocean. The same deep oceans the whales so often visit. Which is why this invites lovecraftian ideas so easily.

Between other people, who are interested in the punk genre, I always have heard: "But whalepunk is icky, because the poor whales." While I am sitting there like: "Whalepunk is interesting, because of that!" Because this senseless slaughter of another intelligent species can wonderfully play into the punk ideas.

And I don't know. I think this is neat. I think this genre would have a real potential on the basis of "the dependence on the ocean" vs "the unpredictability of the ocean". And I would love to see that explored a bit.

Again, so far there is not a lot within the genre. But man, I see some neet storytelling opportunities there.

[walaranisiyabai]

Horror machine idea

Uses life force to fuel it. For example, a teleporting device but you need to sacrifice an amount of life force that is equal to the distance.

You can sacrifice a fetus to travel 10 kms. Or you can sacrifice a fully healthy adult to travel to another country. You can also use yours. Or, you can use animals, and even plants. It depends what life force you want to use as fuel

[lambmotifz]

i’m very normal about a kind of one sided wincest where dean isn’t aware (or pretends he isn’t) that sam knows about his obsessive feelings and is always willing to let dean fuck him, all dean needs to do is ask. sam would let him, just like he lets dean hit him till he bleeds. but dean doesn’t ask because it’d mean having to admit he wants to ravish his little brother, so he just swallows his hunger down

then at some point something inevitably triggers his jealousy & possessiveness (either because of ruby or sam’s history with brady) and he just loses control and dubcons sam ♡

[tsukasa]

tbhk should focus on this stuff more often i have the time of my life when it does

[rowanisawriter]

wip wednesday

thanks @swordbisexual i’m going to inflict original work upon you… ok technically it is bible fanfic, some adam and eve type of short story with a horror twist, but it’s original too………… omg … sorry……….. @carnalapples @shadoedseptmbr @giliath @bharv let’s see what you’re working on no pressure….

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The request is to awaken. She hears it like a whisper in her ear. One moment, there is nothing, just an echoing blackness that is comforting. And then, she opens her eyes and looks down at her reflection in a pool of water.

These are the details: there is a pool of water. There is a reflection in it. Eyes and a nose and a mouth. Hair that falls around the shoulders, long and curly and brown with dimensions, many browns, many curls. Bare shoulders, a soft curve to them, a narrowness. She leans forward to see more. Hair falls down over the chest. Skin is like bronze. Hands are flat against the ground before the pool, fingers threaded through long blades of grass that shoot up and out of powdery soil. She lifts one hand and looks at the palm, then at the nails, curved and a little long, and very clean despite the darkness of the soil at her knees.

“Very pretty,” a voice says, different from the voice that woke her up. There’s a man behind her, watching her watch herself.

“Thank you,” she says. The words materialize in her mouth. She lets them out without hesitation. She has no reason to hesitate.

[wayvtual]

they should remake strangers from hell but w women n sunmi should play moonjo

[paperultra]

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

skin over muscle over bone, hands on knees, knees on the floor, cold. thirteen corpses, colder. tongue unmoving, eyes closed, blood still. frozen forever in a state of perfect decay.

to curse users, death is family. you know, intimately, the way it feels in your lungs, the way it settles like a fine dark dust at the end of a struggle. the stench sticks to the back of your throat and tells you that you are home.

suguru presses his face into your neck and breathes out.

you did your best, he says. you did so well.

(this is love returned.)

perhaps there was a time when you loved differently, in the way that he wanted, but you are not your past. you are your present, and this is your only gift. and he accepts it, arms wrapped around you like ribs around an unbeating heart.

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

the first one was yours.

[fg083nrt]

a drawing for an art trade with @ViviSockless who requested, kakuhida as kids

i went with like a "vagrant boy and a sacrificial lamb" kind of AU where Hidan is a Jashinist cult's precious child who's blood grants immortality and Kakuzu is a boy who ran away from home and has to steal to survive.

[3dfangs]

keep having visions of this creature so uh. i drew it.

[finalgirllx]

little miss can't pick a theme if her life depended on it

[butch-borisdrubetskoy]

The plot of the film re-animator is that they hate to see a girlboss (herbert west, if that isn't abundantly clear) winning. not me though. when he shovel-decapitated that long-faced creep of a man in the basement of his apartment it felt like a personal moral victory. the other plot of the film re-animator is boys being boys and autistic eye contact. also the sluttiest and best outfit of all ever (white button-down rolled up to the elbows, glasses. splattered with blood).

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

wip sunday screw it

“Sweetheart,” the stranger chuckles and shakes their head. They lean into Marcia’s space, golden eyes pinning them to the spot like daggers. Their smile widens and slits their face gruesomely, jagged teeth lining the monstrous mouth. A guttural voice rumbles out from deep in their chest. “If I wanted to rob you, you’d be dead.”

[nebquerna]

i found old art and i used to make so many comics??

[doggirling]

kind of fucked up but semi related question to some art i’m planning on posting. do you guys think jecra was partially conscious after he got turned into a monster but had no control over his body so he basically just had to sit there watching/feeling everything that went down until his eventual death.

like i’m thinking of it in a more ‘controlled by a parasite’ type of situation where he still retained consciousness and could see everything through his eyes, but nightmares magic basically left him a spectator in his own body without the ability to control himself or communicate.

i feel like it’d also link to how he managed to temporarily snap out of the brainwashing just before his death thanks to his love for knuckle joe and managed to give his locket + last words to meta knight, since his consciousness wasn’t entirely wiped out by nightmare’s brainwashing. so even in the case that his consciousness was ‘corrupted’ during all of that, he still retained enough of his own free will and mind to break from it in the end while dying.

[starstruck-critter]

assortment of various fellas tm

[ghoulsmuses]

i would like to do some darker threads perhaps. or also just. angst/comfort threads