#otherwise no thank you

[teratodentata]

Occasionally going through 1950s music (and earlier) to add things to the playlist that functions as the shuffle bag from which I pull chapter names for this fanfiction and I am constantly reminded that I am a big stupid slut for 1950s rock music, despite myself, why did nobody ever tell me that Dale Hawkins’ “Susie Q” fucked so hard

[gammagoop]

recurring dreams of a woman from the ocean

[cryptcoop]

You're the best, Moira !

[tremordusk]

Lilia: oh fuck

Rio, slinging an arm over her shoulder: Lilia and I go way back~

Jen, surprised: What’s your guys history?

*The history in question*

Lilia, fighting Dracula in the woods: *slaps him in the face*

Rio, watching from afar behind a tree: You are sick-

Lilia stabs him with a stake

Rio: I’m in love with you, I’m in love with you, I love you

Lilia, gets bitten but tosses him off her

Rio: You feel nothing you’re just dead inside

Lilia, going in with the RKO move

Rio: I love you, I love you, I just love you

Lilia, standing triumphantly over Dracula’s dead body

Rio, breathily: Take me, I love you…take me, birth me inside of you and pull me out—

[bamsara]

As a writer who doesn't often read other fics because of personal preferences, but also to focus on my own and spend a lot of time writing something completely to my own exact tastes instead I gotta ask

(This is specifically about long-fics, but short fics can work too)

Personally, I have specific preferences/squicks that make it hard for me to read certain things and prefer to write what I like instead of looking for it in other places (That's not to say that it can't be found! I just find writing it to be a lot more satisfying)

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[jakkenpoy]

mayor shrine, for his birthday :))

[domirine]

the duality of when dog wants your food

[chloesimaginationthings]

WAKE UP,

HAIKU BOT JUST REBLOGGED ONE OF YOUR COMICS

BLESSED BY HAIKU BOT ONCE AGAIN

(here’s the post)

[commsroom]

still getting a grasp on this whole no gravity thing (by @jamisonrivv)

[ominous-horse-noises]

anyway i want to reiterate that i hope the rat grinders are tpk'd, revived and uncorrupted solely bc i want them to have to spend senior year together. 'redeemed' doesnt necessarily mean friendly with the bad kids and honestly? its so much funnier if they continue being bitchy to each other but without the trying to end the world stuff. they've built plenty of positive relationships w/ former villains now it's time for the next stage: uneasy alliance buzzing with the tension of both sides trying to hold back the urge to clown on each other

introducing, fantasy high senior year: the group project

[turtledotjpeg]

melody leorio and kurapika somehow find a chance to take a break and Chill together (I don't know how or when, but I want it for them lol)

for a vday exchange in discord!! this was right up my alley hehe, was very excited to draw these three again ^_^

[91939art]

Who's Marvel Jesus?

🌟🌟patreon | commission us🌟🌟

[idiotsyncratic0]

*Shaking you* your art is so good!

sorry i saw the tag that you've been a fan a submas for a long time and i got excited

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🧡

I don't have any old old art of them, but here! I redrew an older piece of them hard at work at their minimum wage jobs!!!

[bamsara]

Bam, is it okay to tell you to check the wordstream? Searching ""(Fic title")" wordstream"? I did for my fics and while I wasn't included i tried searching solar lunacy and it's not there but

I just wanted to tell you. Most likely CEATPEOTW and your Don't Starve works are also included

EVERYDAY IS A NIGHTMARE

For fucks sake these paid AI thieves are not only being incredibly scummy but they're going to ruin every legal protection writers have to make fanfiction if it keeps going like this. I'm gonna start putting ai scrapper deterrents in my literal writing.

[sweetmapple]

Coloring this might kill me😎 but if I do I won’t censor it