#more horror contracts

[emotinalsupportturtle]

neil gaiman and RTD are absolute legends for being the showrunners of 2 mainstream shows funded by large production companies in the year 2023, and proceeding to make the most queer positive episodes ever seen by man

meanwhile david tennant is just vibrating with joy because he gets more opportunities to wear his one-thousand-and-twenty-four pride pins

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Eskel wasn't surprised she didn't heed his suggestion on holding back on the magic... she lit up the darkness of the forest and the night instead, in a torrent of inferno. He watched its distant, silhouetted form silently from where he was take and absorb Yennefer's powerful blasts of magic from afar... magic that would have destroyed most monsters, injuring it comparatively slightly at the worst, already starting to heal the burns and melted flesh it had collected as her impressive firestorm subsided again. It was Maribor all over again... a giant monster resistant to magic... still moving towards them through the onslaught of blasts... and he watched as it emerged from the thick mist and smoke at last, skittering on hundreds of sizable legs towards their woods clearing, the shadows of the Necrophages behind it as it advanced past them. It was as it had been described to him in the great hall long ago... a centipede-like Demon... down to the dark, hooded, otherworldly shroud made of swirling dark magic that was draped along its massive frame... its front risen up at the moment to at the very least nine feet tall... and many more feet in length trailing behind it, the rest of its vast body. It skittered around his traps with ease, avoiding them and staying outside the range of the Yrden Traps that could zap it... sensing them somehow... growing more visible the closer it drew to the glow of the Yrden Signs, giving him and the Sorceress their first perfect view of it. He recoiled at the sight of it, instinctively stepping backwards. It looked like a hulking Viy, Wraith and Idr all melted and fused into one... to say nothing of the dark haired girl in tattered village rags that it possessed, enveloped in at least a dozen of its insectoid arms, as if caught in a tender embrace.

"Great Melitele..."

He was tempted to draw a Dimeritium Bomb and send it flying at the thing... it would surely disrupt the thing's dark magic likely protecting it... but it would have to be a last resort. With Yennefer nearby, needing her magic to form a portal, she was his best way out of this forest and back home. In the meanwhile, he would have to whittle it down and weaken it in whatever other way he could. Standing tall, raising his glowing, rune encrusted Meteorite Steel sword in one hand, and his casting hand, he prepared to meet the thing of his nightmares head on, pitch black eyes settling on the deathly pale, possessed girl pressed against its underside, her... its... dead eyes staring back at him, with pain and awareness. It must have been her who happened upon it... set the thing free to walk these woods, accidentally. A young girl... however many years ago. He didn't know if she was beyond their saving or not... what curse bound her, if there was one... but just now their own survival took precedent... much as he pitied the girl, or what had been a girl. Hundreds of years passed... and still a girl in body, kept in a state that could barely be called alive... but surely not in mind, if she had one remaining... if it hadn't been consumed. He could imagine nothing worse than her fate... or any other absorbed by the Ruehin... being aware of their plight. He hoped to Melitele she had died the moment it had claimed her... but feared otherwise. He looked upwards from her and to the dark depths of the hooded shroud it wore. His low, unnaturally calm voice muttering under his breath wearily.

"Weren't kidding with all those stories, were you Barmin? This one's for you, brothers... wish me luck. Rather be George of Kagen staring down the Green Dragon's fiery maw, about now..."

The thing screamed once more into the foggy, rainy, darkness consumed woods... the screams of everything it had fed on, absorbed, on each world it had wandered. Wherever his brothers were, if they were watching, they would surely laugh bitterly at the ludicrous, horrific situation destiny had put him in, as it was like to do. He supposed it was fitting. The last of the Witchers inhabiting the ruins of Kaer Morhen, the final Keeper and Grandmaster of a dead school... being the one to meet the legendary demon as well. If he made it out of the woods alive, he would have some updating of the Witcher annals to do... the entry about this thing. The Witcher rushed forward, meeting the bellowing Ruehin with an opening, powerful Aard blast, which only knocked it back a foot or two, while he lashed out his magically enhanced Meteorite Steel blade at the closest of its many limbs that tried to claw at him, dancing outside the reach of its talons. With a slash his blade met and severed one of the appendages, thick, pus-like, black and green fluid that must have been its blood spurting from the stump and coating his blade, the limb dropping to the floor of the forest. The blood was acidic like his own, hissing against the ground, smoking... but his enhanced sword held durable and strong... as his silver sword would have undoubtedly melted and broken. Instead of laying where it was, the severed appendage writhed, rose, and skittered after him... visibly shaking and mutating into a smaller being, small tendrils bursting from it, writhing, and becoming diminutive legs... along with a screeching head with eye stalks and a jagged maw unfolding.

Of course... one of the dilemmas of fighting the thing, Barmin had said. The Hydra was a legendary myth, but this wasn't... while its limbs could be removed without instantly reforming and more growing, they would become another being that had to be burned away before it grew further... and given enough time, even the severed limbs could regenerate. A Demon of which each part of it, separated, became an individual. Whatever Hell, Dimension or Otherworld had spawned such an abomination was beyond his comprehension... though he knew Alzur, Cosimo and Idarran would have given their limbs to possess such a being in their laboratories for experimentation. Raising his hand, teeth gritting, he sprayed down the mutated limb with a powerful Igni Sign, turning its screams more high pitched, burning it down writhing on the ground, charring and blackening. Then he cast another Igni at the Ruehin itself... but it moved faster than something its size should have, nimbly dodging out of the way of the blast, as it did the Yrden Traps he had set, and trying to swipe more of its claws at him. He met the talon strikes with his blade, deflecting rapidly, sparks flying, and magic sword setting fire to more of its limbs, while keeping other slash wounds open and bleeding. Something told him he was barely scratching it... but he didn't let up, dancing, casting Signs and slashing... while out in the mist the Ruehin's Necrophages screeched and hissed as well... not yet advancing, giving their Master its space to engage the Witcher. There had to be a weakness to exploit... everything had one. He looked again to the girl trapped in its monstrous embrace... contemplating if he could free... take her to safety at Kaer Morhen... or kill her... putting the former to the test first, taking aim with his swings at the arms that enveloped her, severing another in the process. As he worked, considering his idea, hosing down the mutating, insectoid arm with magical fire like the previous one, he shouted it out to the raven haired Sorceress as he fought on.

"The girl! Help me separate her from it! Maybe it will weaken this thing! If it doesn't work we try putting her out of her misery! She must have been the one that accidentally freed it from the dungeon the Order trapped it in!"

@okruchlodu

At her insistent words and grasp, directing his pitch black eyes in the same direction she looked, Eskel nodded silently to the raven haired Sorceress in the midst of his bloody work, covering their retreat back to the woods with further Yrden traps, Aard blasts and waves of Igni fire, scattering and slowing those Necrophages remaining on the shores of the lake. Her magic lit their way back into the forest, amid the cries and screeches of the Necrophages they left behind them, buying them a good amount of time. Then... he heard it too after killing the last of the Necrophages around them in the woods, off in the distance in the rapidly rising mist and fog of the forest... felt the air chill further... her tight grasp on his arm, looking back between Yennefer's violet, trepid gaze, bloodied visage, and among the trees, focusing his enhanced senses. A bellowing roar and howl not of their world, a chorus, the death screams of a thousand worlds it had fed upon... laced with an eternally tormented girl's shrill screams, joined as one. Even the screeching and baying of the Necrophages suddenly fell deathly silent, as their master called out to them.

Then it hit him, what he had missed... not remembering if she had even told him where she had portalled them to... but knowing he hadn't asked. The sounds it made, out in the mist... the dark, unnatural magic encompassing the woods... the skittering of its many legs upon the forest floor far away... the rattling of his medallion so hard the chain threatened to break... it all made sense now. What was really lurking in these woods. Woods nobody to his knowledge had ever emerged from alive to tell the tale. Of course she didn't know why the two of them shouldn't be out here. For all her arcane and political knowledge and expertise, this was a Witcher matter, a part of his history and lessons, not hers. He remembered Grandmaster Barmin's tales of it each winter when all gathered in the great hall, as a student, and later as a young Witcher, before the pogrom. A story that had chilled even the older Witchers as much as the students. A warning, as much as a story. One, it seemed, he had accidentally not heeded. At last his deep voice emerged from his mouth, taking control of the situation and laying the short version out for her swiftly, meeting her eyes again.

“These are the forests of Malleore, aren't they? Hengfors League. Something slumbers and walks out here. If it's what I think it is... this horde of mutated Necrophages it leads are the least of our troubles. We need to start forming magical traps around these woods. Binding and harmful ones alike. Lure and bind that thing out in the mist, force it to retreat or kill it... if we can. Gonna need plenty of fire for this as well. Otherwise, we magically shackle it to a rock or tree for as long as possible, buy time, fetch the horses, and you portal us straight back to Kaer Morhen. No guarantees... if that's really the Ruehin out there calling... even the Order of Witchers at its height could not slay or bind the ancient Demon forever. Might want to pace yourself first, from the look of it. Rest and recover. Your magic spells are stronger, but far more draining. I'll get us started with what I can do."

The Witcher reached out on that note, gently wiping off the blood running from her nose from overuse of magic with his glove, gripped the Sorceress' hand encouragingly, then drew back from her with a nod and began to pace around the clearing of the woods they resided in, through the mist. Raising his hand, he began to cast Yrden trap Signs, on the ground and about the trees and bushes alike. The glowing violet magic sprang forth, Signs hovering over the ground and embedded in it... he concentrated on making them as powerful as he could, and combining some of them with burning Igni Signs... turning the ones he imbued with them into fire traps. The others he imbued with Gelu and Fulgur Signs, frost and lightning magic respectively fortifying and weaponizing the Yrden Signs further, modifying them into deadly traps. They would be quite effective on the horde, if their Master sent another wave after them... to weaken their defenses... but it was more for the Master itself he was planning his traps and defenses for. There was no time to make more mundane traps... their magic, his martial prowess and tricks would have to be enough.

He had a few leftover bombs and a decent amount of crossbow bolts... but would have to use them carefully, nothing could go wasted against it. The Black Blood potion would only be of use against the Necrophages... for the Ruehin, he broke out a Tawny Owl Potion and Thunderbolt Potion, downing both in rapid succession and further enhancing himself, able to take the toxins, though grimacing bitterly at the combined tastes. Flicking both vials aside, he sheathed his bloodied, damaged silver sword away, replacing it with his imbued Meteorite Steel one. The Dazhbog, Morana and Devana Runes in it flashed red and green... magical fire and poison unified in one blade, along with a magic that made it difficult for most wounds to close... and he rose his casting hand at the ready, standing amid the clearing and look for more spots to set his traps, giving her the time she needed to recover. Casting a Quen shield over himself for good measure. In the distance, the Ruehin of legend bellowed and shrieked again... but closer than it had been before. He sensed the giant, shrouded Demon's movements, skittering around the forest... around their position, hidden in the mist still... but not hidden from him.

@okruchlodu

[fiveredlights]

daniel ricciardo representing me waking up this afternoon and scrolling the dash

[pippindot]

Lots of good vibes for Pip please. Her tummy is still getting bigger. She does not seem uncomfortable, and is in fact currently begging me for breakfast, but I don't like to see this increase. I'm suspicious this is actually a result of her very low protein diet, as she's having no other symptoms of liver distress. We all need some protein to build albumin, and albumin is what keeps your fluid inside your blood vessels. Low albumin means leaky vessels means ascites. There are some other liver formulations out there with slightly higher protein, so we might climb the scale. The main goal of low protein is to avoid neurological symptoms, and we haven't had any of those, so it should be safe to try. Nutrition consult tomorrow and I hope they're ready for the freight train.

Worst case, I may bip my little self on over to their ER and get some diuretics for her. The timing is very poor since we are traveling for Boofest, but at least we are going to be in an area with a lot of specialty services.

Most of all, she seems in good spirits and is not having any trouble breathing. Let's hope this is temporary and won't require long term medication to manage. I want to preserve her kidneys as much as we can.

[silkchvffon]

there are two things i really love and it's plotting and mumus !! i've noticed my muse is so much stronger when i'm writing with a partner who can ✨match my freak✨ and when my charas get to explore a few different connections. so if u wanna maybe plot a little verse with a few different muses, like this and i'll mssg u ? 🫶🏼 click the source to find a lil pinterest inspo for every mumu idea i have. i'll expand a tiny bit underneath the cut, but we can go crazy and do something completely else too !

one. i'm thinking a crime mumu in a city that's been abandoned by authorities bc it's a lost cause. literally just wanna find out what would happen if we both put our worst muses into one place lmao

two. a friend group going camping ? maybe with tents, maybe they're renting a cottage somewhere. i'm thinking roadtrip, s'mores, skinny dipping. or we could go the horror route and maybe one of them is a killer, or they're being hunted by a killer

three. luxury yacht crew ! very below deck – esque. they work their asses off to create the perfect vacation for the worst type of rich people in the world. then they sneak off to steal a jetski in the middle of the night or get completely wasted when the guests get off at the mainland for a day

four. small foggy town where everybody knows everyone and you never get out. that's it. maybe a fitting setting for a supernatural verse if you're into that ?

five. employees at a ski lodge pleeease. they hit the slopes during their breaks and go sledding and play truth or dare in the common room in front of the fire

six. dark academia, we were liars – inspired. an art conservatory for the very privileged, very competitive. a small group of students who are best friends but also bitter rivals. backstabbers and lovers every single one of em

seven. good ol fashioned apocalyptic that we all know and love. muah !

[velvetvexations]

Granted I do have one thing I've told exactly two people because I'm beyond terrified of it being so cringe as to lower people's respect for me by a significant amount. Like, it's nothing illegal or even illegal adjacent, nothing sexual or anything like that, literally just cringe.

But like, I think if I told you (I'm not going to tell you) you'd be like "oh, yeah, yeah, it makes total sense to be scared of that, obviously, damn."

[sluckythewizard]

The Altered Beast[FULL SUITE] COULD be arthur bennett or adjacent to whatever hes got going on in tha finale. if ur brave enough. IF UR BRAVE ENOUGH [tldr its just about Things eating Things and becoming New Terrible Things. it also fucking jams]

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.

[bluehairperson]

are you stil active?

Yeah! I'm on here every day, I'm just a little burned out so I don't post often.

[jerichogender]

if dc ever wants to make a wilson family slasher movie, i am all for it. all the pieces are there from their suburban nuclear family gone horribly wrong backstory. and joey is such a final girl to me like how ash from evil dead feels like a final girl

[hyperfocusthusly]

Stress may literally be slowly turning my skin grey, but at least my jumper is happy

[falderaletcetera]

brain's full of bees and I'm dealing with an annoying tail-end-of-a-cold thing still But I have fajita ingredients and a murderbot diaries audiobook on the go (with another for after) so LET'S DO THIS

(these audiobooks are a godsend (sidenote I do need to find a secular alternative to that.) like this is probably indicative of a less than great baseline mental state but it is in fact so so helpful to be able to just pick up where I left off while doing small chores and in need of the escapism & something to calm The Bees. thank you martha wells thank you kevin r free keep up the gorgeous work <3)

[stolememory]

I don't think any mortal can survive doing it with Mora

[t1erradelfuego]

i will gut every single one of my blorbos like fish . if it mean bleak hockey bingo

[tardis--dreams]

Gotta talk to the department boss tomorrow because i asked for opportunities to increase my work hours. I regret it already but i can't back out now so this is gonna be fun (:

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Billy is 17, doesn’t matter if he’s homeless or adopted, but the League or his family still don’t know that he Captain Marvel.

One day, he gets caught in a summon.

The summoning turns out to be a marriage contract. Billy is now married to the eldritch ghost king. Who was also not happy.

After sending the cultist to hell, the ghost king transforms into a teenager. Danny Fenton

Huh, he could work with this. Billy transforms as well.

They start working together to find a way to break off the marriage. There isn’t one. They are stuck together. And because both of them have enemies, they can’t exactly tell people that they’re married

Eventually, they learn to like each more than friends. One day, Marvel is in a meeting and someone asks him what he’s doing after work,

Marvel: oh! I’m watching that new horror movie with my husband :))

Leaguers: ….

Marvel: he was so excited to see it I couldn’t say no!

Leaguers: you’re married???

Marvel: … it was supposed to be a secret… shit…

Shenanigans

- marvel is getting his butt whipped by a new villain, Danny shows up as elderitch monster (“not my husband, bitch!”)

- JLA holiday party? Billy brings elderitch Danny

- Dani pops up:

Dani: hiya papa!!

Marvel: Dani! What are you doing here?

Dani: just stopping by to see my papa :))

Marvel: aww :))

Leaguers: aww….?

-when Billy identify is revealed;

Leaguer: I can’t believe you made up a fake husband!

Billy: oh Danny is real!

Leaguers: but he’s not your husband, right?

Billy: :))

Leaguers: ….right??