#impossible monsters

[codgod]

the code monster has the opportunity to do THE most fucked up thing

edit: STOP asking me how i feel. take a guess orz

[shandzii]

The Lethal Company Experience with @sleepyeule

[incorrect-riordanverse]

annabeth: my name is annabeth 😐

percy: are you stalking me annabeth?? 😡

annabeth: *thinks about it*

annabeth: yes 😑

[somerandomcockroach]

[mydairpercabeth]

actively going insane

[doghart]

i’m catching up on tsv, i think something that eskew prod does extremely well is using horror absurdism to capture the absurd horror of capitalism. it’s clear in eskew too, but i think it’s especially fantastic in the silt verses. the casualness with which sacrifice is discussed. how red lobster has a god that has and continues to take human sacrifice, and so do cereal companies, cops, and the grueling start up that has a “fun room”. it captures EXTREMELY well how it feels to live under capitalism, that you’re constantly bombarded with horrible things, discussed cheerily in a nice tone. the way it’s simultaneously numbing, hysterical, and horrifying. i think i was especially fond of how in ep 39, protest against sacrifice was taken as radical, a propostorus, idealistic thing that’s just so SILLY it’s not even worth considering, something that feels very real to revolutionary organizing/protest irl. i also liked how despite the face, when everything gets down to it, when everything is about profit, all people come down to are bodies. all capitalism is a gaping maw, and it eats the poor and marginalized first, but doesn’t STOP eating just there. the very literalized version of this, where the profit wheel (and all that includes— war mongering, the prison industrial complex, wage labor, etc) is given a very real literal set of teeth, but the body count is the same. so the electric company has a god, and so it takes humans sacrifice. do real electric companies not have a very real human cost? overworked and underpaid labors looking to make rent, or well off comfortable employees no less likely to get the axe under profit margins, or the blood shed when colonizing in the first place, in clearing the space for the electric company to move in. is that not also a very real human sacrifice? the commercial aimed at elderly people talking about “back in my day, we would just talk about all this human sacrifice and find a compromise :)” is so bleakly hysterical, but is that not very accurate? that you can put a good face on it, but in the end what it comes down to is that you’re being sold the chance to be human fodder? that there is no glory or honor on a battlefield or in working yourself to death, just mud and shit and bodies to throw at problems. idk! i’m rambling but it’s a deeply engaging podcast.

[tohakumaru]

[project page]

>walk away, go with the nomad. i love you.

since you cannot cry, you make an effort to push the stale air out of your lungs, a poor imitation of a sigh - i guess bad habits really die hard. if the nomad has noticed, then it pays you no mind and simply carries on. casting one last lingering glance at the water and the sky above, you dutifully follow. after a short while, it becomes clear that something has changed. the nomad has picked up its pace, moving in erratic strides. here and there, you find it dashing across the sand, beak and head angled upwards, as though searching, or following an invisible thread in the air, one that you can feel, but cannot quite grasp, like a long forgotten name - always on the tip of your tongue, yet never to be spoken aloud. at times, you struggle to keep up. it's so hard, you're so tired, it's too much. your eyes burn with fatigue. you want to scream, to beg the bird-thing to slow down, but the words evade you everytime you open your mouth, and the nomad does not so much as look at you. a hot and bitter pressure builds behind your nose and muffles your ears. once again you feel yourself falling apart - but the blanket wrapped around your frame and the water sloshing in your hollow stomach seem to work against your body's trajectory to disintegrate, two forces swirling inside and all around you, like a wicked pendulum that propels you forward despite, despite.

i won't let you go, should have known that from the start.

---

tenderly her eyes made their pilgrimage across the mounds of glass and steel, mourning perhaps hunger is a cure for insanity, shut-you-up-real-nice knowing full well being alive is a horrendously beautiful thing while the dogs, blood stained snouts dig out the madness, turn it into a five course meal heaving, a still-beating heart melts like butter on their lips as poorly clipped nails fumbled and fussed,

just enough to make a day-ride.

---

in this fashion, you and the nomad dance across the white sand for some time, until a hillside comes into view. upon closer inspection, you are awed to realise it is made entirely of roots. at the foot of this strange hill, a grove - an incredible indent in that tangled mass that is the tree-hill - opens up and presents an even more curious sight: 12 creatures, each bearing the likeness of a bird, but is clearly not one. they stand stock-still and solemn, with multitudes of dried flowers and glittering gemstones at their feet. their faces, elongated and coming to pointy, beak-like ends, are not dissimilar to the nomad, but much more haggard; and so immobile, it is easy to mistake them for statues, has there not been the occassional puffs of dusty smoke and shrill noises, like a kettle boiling over, coming from their beaks and throats that betray any hints of liveliness about them.

the nomad slows its steps, and looks down. it keeps its eyes to the ground as you get nearer to the grove. it occurs to you that it is avoiding the living-statues' gaze. surprisingly, they reciprocrate the gesture. Ever so slightly each of them turn their head, so their eyes fall off the nomad, and onto … you. you, who does not belong you, who comes on a leash, believing it to be choice you, who dies, and nothing changes

to your bewilderment, the statues came to life, all at once. they grovel at the flowers and gems, and toss them in handfuls at you as the nomad leads you through the grove, leaving a trail of petals and stones. when you pass the 12th statue and come to the end of the opening, everything suddenly shifts: slowly, mechanically, the roots shape themselves into a winding stairway, leading you up the hill.

calmly, the nomad signals you to go up.

what do you do?

[previous chapter]

[toonagi]

UM. MASS ATTACK

it's been a hot minute since i've done a big group shot like this (and by "hot minute" i mean like 5 years) so uh. zoo wee mama that's a lotta hedgehogs (plus one (1) warrior cat and a porcupine)

individual groups under the cut. i'll be putting character names & owners down there too :]

this attack has a whopping 33 characters in it so um....... long post warning

group #1 (also known as Mandatory Vacation in my files):

Archie ( @interstellarchaosss )

Astraeus ( @simpalert )

Zonic of PZSFI ( @ciphergrowl )

group #2 (aka Beast Pack in my files. look i had to name the folders to keep everything organized ok)

Agartha ( @sa2ration )

Werehog Spikes ( @hyper-cryptic )

Monster AU Sonic (Rougelynesdisco on ArtFight)

Halcyon ( @mystigaron )

group #3 (silly billies)

Blurfoot ( @guiltypandas )

2000s Web Sonic (Prismsonic on ArtFight)

Nicolas ( @zzcarnotauro )

Prism Sonic (also Prismsonic)

group #4 (Therapy)

TDC!Sonic (donnie on Artfight)

Virtuosity!Sonic ( @minecraftfan11onscratch )

Nikopulous!Sonic ( @bensbean )

group #5 (da bench)

Frost ( @simpalert )

Tactile (ULTRAVIXLENCE on ArtFight)

Dreamwalker Sonic ( @the-cosmic-blogger )

group #6 (nincombots)

Murder Drones Sonic ( @cat-dragron-arts & @cherbearsz )

SD-C (also cat-dragron & cherbearsz)

Dr. Needlemouse ( @lilcrazybat )

group #7 (eeeek a spider - also mva sonic's quills are cut off a little sorry)

Undertale Sonic ( @gettingfizzical )

MVA!Sonic ( @weirdozjunkary )

Mach Spider ( @chaosspear )

group #8 (oooooo spooky)

Rise ( @mercurymarine404 )

Taxidermy!Sonic ( @cxrpsehub )

group #9 (gender)

Sonic the Squidhog ( @stormloup )

Nikki ( @transgirlsonic )

Crystallized AU Sonic ( @12neonlit-stage )

Arrow (SparksSystem on Artfight)

Vi (also SparksSystem)

group #10 (no silly folder name for this one. sorry) :[ )

SOMA!Sonic ( @citystreetfunk )

Vampire Sonic (the-cosmic-blogger)

group #11 (actually not a group it's just speedy)

Speedy the Porcupine ( @jays---wing )

and some bonus doodles from while i was working on this. as a treat :] (feat. zonic having The Day Ever)

hehehehaha i love an excuse to draw a niche character that i really like for some reason. anyway hooray yippee my adhd ass completed a large project!!!! ^_^ time to write a whole novel in the tags as per usual

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[avirxy]

my dearest sillies

[booasaur]

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters - 1x02

[raiiny-bay]

'cause I am yours and you are mine, I'll never let you go

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Aemond physically mirroring Aegon's body language during council meetings...sabotaging his own war effort out of fear of being called someone's loyal hound again...rejecting his mother's support to show off strength for a brother who isn't there...paring down his vulnerable family's security by getting rid of Aegon's friends...Aegon is helpless and terrified of him rn but he's also still laughing over Aemond's shoulder, haunting his every move, and he'll never go away. he'll never go away until they're both dead.

[no1-capitano-main]

I feel like Capitano's the kind of person who sleeps in sometimes, and everybody is just too afraid of him to wake him up so he is genuinely late and just happens to be scary enough to make it work for him

Since he's so imposing and stuff his entrance is always dramatic to the rest (they think he’s fashionably late on purpose), meanwhile he’s like,, ‘uh oh’

Bonus points for Abyss Creature/Cosmic Horror!Capi who can't be bothered to give a shit about time in general and finds the concept useless at best, since he's ageless and all that

[schrodingerseurydice]

odysseus the moment when, for the first time in 20 years, nobody is trying to kill him: whelp, guess it's time to kms

[atombombkaytee]

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