#spooky month magnus

[slys-spooky-sideblog]

I made a cult headcanon inspired by @/eatyourmaker!

(Very messy sketches/drawing depicting cult members)

Headcanon: When a cult member dies and comes back to life, there are certain side effects that follow. These side effects alter the member’s body, changing it to become more demonic/monstrous in nature and/or appearance. The more a cult member dies and is brought back, the more demonic they become.

Explanations:

Ignacio: Was having a hard time finding a specific creature for him, but my boyfriend came in clutch and suggested the Namahage, specifically citing them specifically because of their habit of yelling "Are there any crybabies around?" He felt that this fit Ignacio's behavior, which I agreed to. There's no real fire element to them, but I wanted to incorporate it into his design because I liked it. He has died a decent amount, but his side effects aren't very prominent.

Magnus (OC): Associated and compared to dogs most of the time, so I chose a Hellhound for him. His teeth, specifically canines, and his nails have become sharper. They're not as sharp currently, but will grow out more once Magnus is angered. He can count how many times he's died on one hand, so his features aren't as prominent either.

Bob: Wendigo for Bob, mostly because of the cannibalistic tendencies. Horns were more inspired by Bob's mask than the creature assigned to him. Again suggested by my boyfriend. Bob's died a lot because he's reckless and careless, which just increases his hunger every time he comes back again.

Skiddad/Atticus: He's a mystery! There's no telling how many times he's died or even what his side effects are. He's certainly not telling anyone either - Anyone who's seen his side effects never seems to live to tell others what they saw. His design gave me the most difficulties, mostly due to his hair.

[slythepuffle]

Since I'm procrastinating on The Mystery of Hollow's End AU, here's a clip from a Dexter Lives AU multi-shot I'm writing. Featuring my OC Magnus (ChewToy shipping because I'm cringe lol)

TW: Blood, Past Stabbing

Dexter swayed in place, standing in front of the door with their mask held limply in their hand. It was a shame that the costume had to get ruined, they had been wanting to show it off to him while it was intact. Ah well. They reached out and knocked. “Hey, Mags? You home?”

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” was the muffled reply through the door. There was the sound of something clicking before the door swung open, revealing their friend. He looked relaxed, a smile on his face as he turned to look at them. “What’s up Dex–? –! Holy–!”

His eyes were wide as he took in their appearance – Torn clothing, blood staining the yellow cloth, a rather large stab wound at their shoulder, as they flashed a weak smile. “Um… I got into a bit of a fight, and I don’t wanna bother Patty at work. Mind patching me up?”

Magnus wordlessly let them in, closing the door as soon as they limped inside. He helped guide them to the couch, which they immediately collapsed on, as he went to go get a medical kit. He set it down next to them, searching for supplies, while Dexter unzipped the top of their costume. They shimmied out of it, wincing as the clothing caught on their wound.

“Here,” Magnus muttered, reaching over and helping them pull it down gently. They let it pool around their waist, leaning against the sofa’s back as he began to disinfect the wound. They hissed, cringing at the sting, but didn’t resist.

“Damn Dex, this looks deep…” he muttered, analyzing the wound. He gently pushed their arm up, which they winced at, but held it in the air, as he began to stitch the wound. “The hell happened?”

“Ah…” They scratched the back of their head with a gloved hand. “I kinda… fought against Bob Velseb. To protect my nephews.”

Dexter felt Magnus freeze and looked up at him, concerned. “Mags? You alright?”

For a split second, Dexter swore that the man’s eyes were glowing, a bright, unnerving, familiar color. However, as soon as they blinked, the color was gone, eyes back to normal green. “I’m… just surprised you fought against a serial killer. Especially that cannibal Velseb. Heard he’s… kinda brutal.”

The exterminator grinned, relaxing as Magnus continued to stitch them up. Probably just a trick of the light. “What, don’t trust me to hold my own?”

Magnus shook his head, smiling faintly. “No, of course not. I know you can get your way out of any scrap. But I’m allowed to worry, aren’t I?”

His hand gently brushed against the stitches, checking them, before pulling away, looking Dexter over. “Done. How do you feel?”

They pressed their hand against the stitches. “Better. Thanks, Mags.”

“Of course,” he said, beginning to pack up the medical supplies. Dexter watched him, silent, scanning over his features as their foot began to fidget. Magnus glanced at them, hearing the rub squeak against the floor. “Dex, your foot.”

They jerked, pulling their leg up and crossing it over their lap. “Right. Sorry.”

“Nah, you’re fine.” He stood, lazily tossing the kit onto the coffee table as he took a seat next to them on the couch. They froze up, ears turning red as they looked away. He turned to them, seeing their tense, awkward posture. “Something wrong?”

“…Would you really be worried about me? If I was in danger?” they asked slowly, glancing at him out of the corner of their eye. He had a surprised expression on his face, body turned so that he faced them fully. “Wha–?! What kinda question is that?” 

They flinched, shrinking into the sofa. “Sorry, I was just– It was just something I was thinking about, since you brought it up earlier. I’d understand if you don’t, though– I mean, it’s kinda hard to believe, you know, especially when you consider that it’s me a–and you already found out about my, uh ‘needs’–”

Magnus cut him off, tone incredulous. “W–What? N–No, don’t apologize, you don’t need to– A–And of course I would worry about you! Dex, we’ve been friends for, what, five years now? Yeah, I know about those things, but I don’t care! You found ways to deal with it that don’t involve hurting anyone and you’re going to therapy to help ease off of it! Not to mention–”

He continued, not noticing how quiet his friend was. It was a rather emotional rant, ending with “–You are literally one of the most important people in my life and I ain’t leaving you for shit, ‘needs’ be damned.”

Dexter stared at him once he finished, eyes wide and face warm. Magnus blinked back, cheeks slowly turning red as he turned away. “S–Sorry, I got a bit intense there. But, to answer your question, yes. I would and do care about you, danger or no danger.”

The two looked away from one another, sitting there in awkward silence on Magnus’s couch. Then, slowly, Dexter leaned over, resting their head on the man’s shoulder.

“…I care about you too,” they admitted, still looking away. “I’m glad I met you when I did.”

Magnus smiled, staring at their reflection on the TV screen, ignoring his own red-faced reflection. “I’m glad too. Definitely one of the highlights in my life.”

“...You’re lower on the list than my mom though, in terms of favorite people,” Dexter added after a moment, a playful grin on their face. Magnus laughed, playfully pushing them off of his shoulder. “Wow, I see how it is. Well, let me tell you, that she is also above you in my list of favorite people! In fact, she’s number one. You are number two.”

That set Dexter off into a flurry of laughter, their hand trying to cover the snorts that followed suit. Magnus grinned, victorious and pleased. “Hey, no need to be shy! Your laugh is cute.”

“Shut upppp,” they retorted, exaggerating the last word. They hoped their face wasn’t as red as it felt. Magnus snickered. “Make me.”

They lunged at him, grinning, but he pushed back, mindful of their injured shoulder. The two fell back, Dexter pinned underneath Magnus, laughing in each other's faces. They didn’t even seem to notice how close they were, not until they opened their eyes and locked gazes. The laughter faded, lapsing into an awkward, tense silence as they just stared at one another.

“Uhh…” Magnus opened his mouth after a moment, starting to speak, before Dexter cut him off, blurting out, “Were your eyes always this green?”

(And that's where I'm cutting it off because I'm too embarrassed to show more lol)

[beepboopappreciation]

I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.

Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?

A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.

A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?

A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.

A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.

He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.

Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?

It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.

You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.

Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.

Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.

"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.

The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.

[trousle-ink]

Me when im infested with unidentified parasitic worms and you find me in the basement with the boys and when you run away i follow you to your house, and when you run away again i break into your institute and flood it with the unidentified paracidic worms for shits and giggles :3

[gerbelx2000-blog]

Happy Halloween Day(or rather Monster’s Day).

Here are the character’s costumes in order.

Will(protagonist): Mummy

Gallica: Pumpkin

Strohl: Were-Dragon

Hunkleberg: Duchess Zombie

Heismay: Vampire Bat

Junah: Witch

Eupha: Ghost

Basilio: Skeleton Paripus

Who wore the best costume. Comment or Reblog down below.

[scholar-of-yemdresh]

Bare with me now but I think certain portions of fandoms reactions to a piece of explicitly aromantic media is telling in a way.

So I think TSV's lack of romance from the get go probably weeded out most of the types of people who aren't capable of interacting with media beyond shipping or romance. But even still I see the occasional er take or reaction to the SV's handling of & lack of romance.

I love how the most impactful plot and story relevant relationships are non romantic. I love how almost romantic relationships/attractions are exes,in the past, made the F up (Hayward the F we're you yapping about man?)or not on screen... All but one which brings me to the reason for my post.

But the strong reactions to episode 36 are tickling me.

A lot of people are upset about the ending specifically how they think the tragedy is excessive and depressing for no reason. Personally I belive Sebastian and Devereux did make it out at the end and that last bit was a ptsd flashback to the incident and I do agree that it'll be a bit much for the NPCs we've been following for a whole 1 hour+ episode will meet a grisly end for horror reasons I guess.

BUT the reactions by people who's interpretation of the ending as being more tragic I feel is interesting. I do not believe people would be as upset if it wasn't a romantic relationship that was centered. If Seb & Dev had been unambiguously "just" friends getting sucked into some nightmare Scooby Doo plot, if it was centered primarily on Dev & his sister, if it was only about those non romantic relationships and an unambiguous Bad End, I Don't believe certain portions of the fandom would've cared as much.

I feel people were waiting for a romantic narrative, wanted their cute assumed white yaoi boys to ship as a reward for "sitting through" all the aromantic relationship stuff. Were hoping for a cute soft fluffy romance that they could ship, the right kind of queer representation.

The aro/ace older woman, the Achillean trans man, the sapphic trans woman, all the myriad NB/agender main/major characters is fine...but where's the cis (white) yaoi boys?(nevermind that both of Seb & Dev's VAs are POC)

Idk I guess this is a fundamentally uncharitable assumption to make about people but I notice things and maybe I'm projecting too much

[ermine-57047]

I continue on my quest to make TMA crossovers with all of my hyperfixations...

anyway here's a Distortion!Kevin i doodled, got the idea from this post!

rb please! /nf

[kasirose]

Spoopy month is here and Magnus is getting revenge for this stunt that Alec pulled last year 😂

Alec's fears from @cassandraclare below XD

[thisnoah]

Halloween but it's a Stanley Parable and Magnus Archives crossover because I'm going as the Archivist this year

[slys-spooky-sideblog]

...

As much as I hate to admit it...

Sometimes...

I'm tempted to go back. T̷͍̀ö̶̦́ ̴͔͊h̵̖͌i̵͇̾m̸̬̚ To them.

Because, even if I hated hurting others...

At least I wasn't the one being hurt.

~~~~

"No..."

"No, you weren't who I-!"

...

"Ḧ̷̝́ö̵̢w̴̲͑.̸̢̄.̸͎͠.̷̗̈́"

"...interesting..."

[slythepuffle]

Random sketches I did in class over the past weeks

The first one is a fanmade digimon I made, Lupamon/Lupalmon

Second is an oc called Thalia

Then the third holds random doodles. Magnus is in there

[beano-no-know69]

also speaking of audio dramas with disappointing ends, can we talk about how the box podcast dropped off the face of the planet

[lazarish]

Abbie Echo

So uh. I'm posting a new legacy.

I'll avoid ranting for hours and just summarize: it's going to be a horror-themed nsb. By "horror-themed", I do mean this it's going to be darker/rated higher than my other projects.

A full list of triggers for each gen will be posted on the hub page, as well as the navigation post for each gen (the pinned post on my blog while the gen is posting). However, I will say upfront that there will never be any sexual violence, nor will there be gore further than some edited blood shown on-screen. I'm trying to be creepy, not genuinely upsetting, so all potentially triggering content will always be tagged. And, as always, I encourage you to let me know if there's something you would like tagged, or if there's a better way for me to tag things to avoid making anyone uncomfortable.

Also, Labyrinth isn't going anywhere! Gen 5 is just a huge project so it was always going to take a while!

[deputy-morgan-malone]

OC Aesthetics for the Entities (Magnus Archives)

I'm not sure how much new Spooky Month content I'll be doing this year, I'm pretty tapped out at the moment, but I have had this for a while (created by @sagamemes) and it's pretty spooky, so I figured I'd do it for the start of the spooky season \o/

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies, @turbo-virgins, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @cassietrn, @unholymilf, @strafethesesinners, @paganminiskirt, @henbased, @deputyash, @roofgeese, @fourlittleseedlings, @josephslittledeputy, @jillvalentinesday, @corvosattano and @voidika to do it too - ONLY if you want to <3

aesthetics for the entities.      bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here.  this is based on a horror podcast;  potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5 OC)

i.  THE BURIED.          weighted blankets.   drowning.   the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots.   letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool.   walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little.   dragging the last second before you have to inhale.   lonely subways.   feeling like one with the earth.   a layer of dirt on you.   looking for something below.  cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts.   hands calloused from digging.  knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you.   a storm drowning you out.  dust & sand speaking to you.

ii.  THE CORRUPTION.          insects.  a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans.   an untreated wound.  containment.   breaching containment.   unbreathable air.   fungi.   one with that you love.   one with what loves you.   a corpse unfit for a glass case.  hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs.  honeycomb patterns.   an ecosystem within a person.  a curse passed on.  the hubris of a scientist.  an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief.  parasites.  something pushing up the sewer.  a mask to keep something out.   trypophobia.  knowing you belong.  death weeks after impact.  fever. food that’s gone off.   pandora’s box.   death behind a glass.

iii.  THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves.   the feel of cold marble.   a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see.  hiding under a blanket.  white,  clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night.  time before light was created.   a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to.  withering plants.  a world without a sun.  footfalls in an empty house in the night.  a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should.  desperate reach for a flashlight.  clothes that hide your shape.   staying unperceivable.   winter months in the north.   an empty church.

iv.  THE DESOLATION. senseless pain.  warmth of faith. wax where skin should be.   a blazing fire.   heat without a source.   the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for,  gone so soon.  the smell of gasoline.   touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood.  inescapably warm air.  a child born in fire.  death of a loved one.  a candle without a flame.  an altar in the middle of the woods.  animals with burnt fur.   plastic explosives. burning hot metal.  sweating in an interrogation room.  never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you.  the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.  the agony of hellfire displayed as art.  auburn hair.  little clothing in cold weather.  a ripple in the air.  trying to cool down in vain.

v.  THE FLESH. body horror.   factories.   a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone.   long nights working out.   more than one heart.   appearance that shapes like clay.   a bag of bones.   bone broth in a pot.   knowing to fear pigs.   the butcher’s shop.   plastic surgery.  something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only.  teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you.   cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi.  THE END.          the last page of a book.  nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares.   a skeletal hand.   the grip of the grim reaper around your throat.   existential pain.   ivory dice.  flatlining in a hospital.  gambling with death.  as old as the universe.  soul & spirit tied to an object.  a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one.  knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it.   a thousand cords tugging you towards your end.  skin that’s freezing to the touch.   an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness.  watching your own burial.   causing your own burial.  the smell of death.  numbness to fear.  words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe.  multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii.  THE EYE.          googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.  the unforgiving lens of a camera.   witness reports.   hidden libraries.   eyes of different colors.   feeling of being watched.  a death recorded in tape.   a tragedy you can’t look away from.   endangering yourself for knowledge.   truth.   analog records.   a symbol of an eye.   a watch tower.   compulsion to document.   turning on recording devices without thinking about it.   saving the evidence before the person. extracting information.   truth or dare,  without the dare.  a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you.   coordinated shelves.   cataloguing systems.   voyeurism.   police report you can’t put down.  reasoning your way out.  smell of old papers.  books that read you back.

viii.  THE HUNT.          sharp canines.   sore calves after a run.   the scent of blood.   an adventure for the journey’s sake.   the adrenaline right before the kill.   a whistle’s echo.   the woods.   the doe eyes of a prey animal.  your own breath in the air.  sharpened claws.   being tracked.   fear of someone knowing your every movement.   hunting down monsters.   hide & seek.   running away only to end up where you started.   staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run.   a set of footsteps behind you.   blood dripping from bare hands.   barks & growls.   focused eyes.   a victim going limp under your hands.   a mouth full of fresh blood.   catching the scent of something monstrous.   perfecting your craft.   peering into the dark & running after it.

ix.  THE LONELY.          an apartment too small for a double bed.   completely vacant streets.   waking up to see everyone gone.  fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows.  isolation.  not truly knowing your friends.   your friends not truly knowing you.  need for silence.  fear of crowds.  staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you.  a ship alone at sea.  depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realise they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there.  safety in being alone.

x.  THE SLAUGHTER          a game of tag.   senseless violence.   a true crime hobby.   improvised weapons.   blinding rage.   intent to kill.   a horrific day in a quiet community.   a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.   history books that spare no details.   an injury you want revenge for.   war.   counting kills.   songs of soldiers.   a knifeblock on the counter.   a pool of blood.   shellshock.   unspeakable horrors.   anger pushing you forward.   unimaginable pain.   not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming.   a fully human monster.   an authority sending its lessers to their deaths.   kill or be killed.   unedited wartime memoirs.   a weapons collection.   not knowing the names of who you kill.   too many to remember.   loss of hope.   there’s no heroes in war.

xi.  THE SPIRAL          sleep deprivation.   corridors you can get lost in.   maze puzzles that loop back on themselves.   losing possessions.   losing people.   losing your sanity.   corkscew curls.   rows of funhouse mirrors.   optical illusions.   a separate reality.   walking through the wrong door.   delusions.   not knowing what your hands are doing.   blank spaces in documents.   hallucinations.   wrong proportions.   a nameless thing.   a place that has never existed.   doubting your own mind.   blind faith.   losing track of names,  labels,  categories.   distorted sound.   an imperfection in a glass that twists the view.   loss of time.   a garish colour.   doors that open to nowhere.   lies.   an unnatural laugh.   jokes & tricks.   illusions.   a doorway.   a sculptor with a wild imagination.   limbs in impossible angles.   doing what’s fun,  not what’s sensible.   fractals you can get lost in.

xii.  THE STRANGER          wax figures.   a close approximation of a human face.   a borrowed appearance.   a strange smell.   glass eyes.   furs & pelts.   a dance.   a song of a choir.   the uncanny valley.   stitching yourself together.   the colours of a circus.   a puppet with no strings.   mannequins.   glitter & sequin.   a stranger you’ve always known.   someone strange in the place of someone you knew.   stolen identities.   stolen skins.   a machine imitating humanity.   the anonymity of a service worker.   hiding in plain sight.   uncomfortable to look at.   a faked accent.   concealing.   forgetting who you are.   forgetting who others are.   a replacement no one notices.   images that look posed.   the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii.  THE VAST.          open spaces.   carnival rides going up & down.   fear of heights.   endless infinity around you.   your insignificance in an universe.   stomach turning at a drop.   fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.   the sway of a cable car.   an adventure holiday.   losing track of where the surface is.   miles & miles of nothing around you.   staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it.   loss of control.   a fall that doesn’t end in death.   glass floor to the view below.   terminal velocity.   the sound of wind in your ears.   a reach over the railing.   a jump from the top of the building.   falling into nothing.   feeling your feet let go of the ground.   a leap of faith.   motion sickness.

xiv.  THE WEB.          undecipherable code.   a puppeteer holding the strings.   power over the weak—willed.    strings of fate.   manipulation.   an arranged accident.   a hundred minions doing your bidding.   cobwebs.   spiders.   a laid trap.   never voicing discomfort.   outwitting a cheater.   doing things without realising it.   red string across a corkboard.   finding something lost where you were sure you checked.   power over the unrealiability of chance.   watching others dance for you.   an entangled death.   a thousand tiny legs & fangs.   shady forum threads.   something important gone missing.   suspiciously disregarded case.   a missing witness.   connections.   the world wide web.   power of victimhood.   gullibility.   no control over your own decisions.   an invisible leash.   mass psychology.   a horror film in the making.   scapegoat.   never remembering to ask for a name.

+  THE EXTINCTION.          the end of an era.   apocalypse movies.   the alarms of warning systems.   a desolate landscape.   end of the world cults.   nihilism.   the last written history.   a changed world.   no survivours.   old prophecies.   a thousand predicted ends.   a new chapter.   an end with no escape.   catastrophes.   a calendar counting down.   breaking point.   overindulgence.

[roguecanoe]

Week 190 Sick

[blood-gallade]

Going back to a fun time during this spooky month