#in an evil forest

[verminfang]

Tagged by @shillelagh

I'm actually not too sure where the venn diagram of mutuals who do tag games and actually have spotify is but I'll no pressure to do it tag @importantangeldefendor based on that being someone I vaguely remember posting a spotify wrapped this year

let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

January - Spite by Vandaveer

February - Can't Keep Johnny Down by They Might Be Giants

March - Zydrate Anatomy by Repo The Genetic Opera

April - It Ain't Psychedelic (Unless You Kill Someone) by The Golden Pelicans

May - Devoid of Redemption by Pallbearer

June - Chain Breaker by Brothers of Metal

July - Babes in the Abyss by Sleep of Monsters

August - Discipline by Nine Inch Nails

September - Slaughter Beach by Clutch

October - Vivid by SikTh

November - The Forest Dark by Green Druid

December - New Millennium Cyanide Christ by Meshuggah

[robobee]

once again tormented by how Declan lived in a horror movie his entire life. you're two years old. your parents decide to kill this random new brother they pulled out of nowhere one day with no pregnancy. you display basic human decency to the baby (you are hardly 3 years old) and then your parents agree not to kill it. one day within 6 months of that you wake up and your mom has been replaced by a woman that looks *exactly* like her but Is Not Her and you can't verbalize how you feel about this (you are four) but you Dislike It, and your real mom never comes back so maybe you start to forget why you feel so uncomfortable with cloth mom in the first place. you have no access to any other people except this thing posing as your mom, the random baby that you are told can and will bring stuff out of his dreams, and your dad who is NEVER HOME. and then you are five years old, and every night you stay up to watch your little brother lest he bring back anything like, God Forbid, a human being.

He brings back a baby. He tells you it's supposed to be a better brother, because you suck, because you don't sleep and you live in a house with two fake people and a father who slowly seems to be forgetting who you are. You are six.

You are eight. Your dad starts taking you with him. You get thrown into car trunks and listen to him get beat the shit out of. You realise everyone wants your family dead, at best. Your father seems to have entirely forgotten he was ever your father, and seems only interested in the brother who dislikes you because you don't coddle him like everyone else does. Your father ignores the new dreamt thing, so you and your strange mother take care of it. You are nine.

[fairytaleprincessart]

[oautincorrectquotes]

Ruby: I dare Emma to prank call her mom.

Emma taking her phone out: Pftt thats it? Siri call mom.

Siri: *Calling 'Mommy'*

Emma: no no no no

*Regina's phone rings*

Ruby:

[skelesass]

doodling some STARS boys earlier

[livfordoodles]

Summer of 1998

[know-fear]

Resident Evil: Deadly Silence (2006)

[oldschoolfrp]

Into the Abyss -- in Zrintor, the Viper Forest, within Graz'zt's realm of Azzagrat (Tony DiTerlizzi, from AD&D 2e Planescape Campaign Expansion Planes of Chaos: The Travelogue, TSR, 1994)

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: The mansion is a place of misery from the foundation up. Plants grow directly from the walls, trees up from the floorboards, the outside trying desperately to swallow the evil thing whole.

[francixoxoxo]

Have the most devious idea for a coryo series that lets me work around all the moral implications and the disgust for him…… hear me out hear me out you are covey and Lucy gray already left but she begged you to stay behind, she simply had a feeling in her gut that Coriolanus would come after her, one way or another. And you’re sincerely doubtful, but you love her like she’s your own blood, you agree to wait for a month before meeting the rest of the covey and Lucy Gray up north. Turns out, the Coriolanus, the one Lucy Gray hasn’t shut up about, the one you’ve been separated from your family for, the one that inadvertently is making you feel like chopped liver, actually shows. ‘Course he’s doubtful, he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know if you’re really covey. You’re doubtful, you don’t know him besides the fact he’s capitol. That’s enough to despise him.

But Lucy Gray loved him, so you figure that’s enough. You find a means to convince him to follow you north to her, assuring him you’ll be his escort through the thick woods, his beloved Lucy Gray left a map with their route outlined. You travel with him, cook meat over campfires with him, fish with him, trade stories with him, appreciate the views with him, laugh at the first snow with him. Oh, how guilty you feel for falling for someone so obviously Lucy Gray’s. Someone so devoted to her that he’d follow a stranger to find her.

And how awful Coryo feels, falling in love with someone so similar to Lucy Gray, falling in love with someone so close to her. He feels like scum every moment he catches himself admiring you, smiling faintly at the mud caking your dress, azure eyes tracing every line of your face. You’re nothing like Lucy Gray, he finds. You aren’t a performer, you have no act, you have no farse. You are raw, perhaps sometimes rough and crude in your honesty, but that makes your kindness all the more genuine. He hates himself for finding that his affections for Lucy Gray are waning, waning in the face of every minute spent under the pine with you. What does he really know about Lucy Gray? Really? Not much. He was infatuated, he won’t deny, but was that love?

No matter how heavy the guilt sogs your heart, you find yourself dreaming that all the problems might be solved before you reach the North. Coriolanus might fall out of love. He’d see that he didn’t know a damn thing about your dear Lucy Gray. Maybe she’d realize that she knew nothing about him. None of it will go away in an instant, that history. So it’s all you can do, to wake in the morning and resist brushing fingers over his rosy cheeks, pushing a hand through his grown-out buzzcut— you instead jog him awake by the shoulder and remind him that it’s time to get hiking again.

[ultimateanna]

Resident Evil 1996 - S.T.A.R.S.

[they-call-me-youngermoney]

yo i found these four freaks outside my house, what cat food brands do u guys recommend

[feng-shui71]

i hate gay halloween wtf do you mean ur chief keef

extra + every single stars members costumes under the cut:

proper jordan x wesker costume:

STARS halloween:

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

08

by Reza Afshar

[oautincorrectquotes]

Regina: This place is a mess, we need to clean

Emma: why, are we having people over?

Regina: no?

Emma: then why are we cleaning? we know we live like this

[heybiji]

Roshan walks with the two Potts, gazing around at the fields and forests painted in warm colors by the setting sun. He remarks, "It is a lovely view from here."

Gazing outward, past the broken walls he had put up 20 years ago, Arthund nods and says, "Forgot. Forgot how... how pretty it all is."

I recently finished running an original oneshot for some friends, The Reaching Woods. It was a story about a little village surrounded by a big wall and the nearby forest's sudden overgrowth threatening to crush it all. It was also a story about blame and guilt.

Arthund Potts, when we met him, could barely speak at all. Too many years spent drinking and weeping. If he was even conscious he was all grunts and sloppy gestures. The scene above was at the end of the oneshot (okay, eighteenshot), once the party returned from the dark, evil woods.