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This is your biweekly reminder that there is no wrong way to be into media as a regressor!
If you like scary characters and making fluffy content about them being your caregivers, that's wonderful. They would be so very careful with you!
If you like darker content when you're regressed and scary characters being possessive of you, that's also great! They'll never let you go anywhere without them.
If you need to block all horror content when you're regressed, that is so valid! You're not too sensitive, it's scary stuff and you deserve to be safe and feel good!
If you love to watch gory content and horror shows when you're regressed, that's also valid! Your interests don't have to be what other people expect, and what's safe for you doesn't need to be the same as what's safe for bio kids.
This is true for everyone, but it's important to remember as regressors! This is our safe space and it's important to both keep each other safe by tagging our content, and respecting what other people find comforting.
#always sad to see judgment in the agere community#we're all a little strange here#i understand the tendency to caution#but there really is no need to be mean about it#we are all lovely little creatures doing our best#and i think we deserve to play with our stuffies and our characters however we want#whether that's playing ritual sacrifice or playing house#fandom agere#positivity#horror mention#ask to tag
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fascinating perspective. as a horror fan i get that exact feeling (intense paranoia for hours after, thinking people/things are coming to Get Me In Real Life) and that is just. Part Of The Fun for me.
See that’s both interesting and wild to me. It is such an intensely Bad Time for me that I’m fascinated that it’s a Good Time for you.
Horror fans you guys are cool keep doing what you do but also what the fuck.
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i played through @lacunafiction's the fernweh saga book 1 last night and was totally blown away. as someone who's usually very romance-focused the plot was so gripping and i was dying to solve the mystery. i always say i don't like horror, but i like being creeped out, and this delivered so brilliantly on well-written creep factor and a sense of growing unease. the author describes it as slow-burn horror, and i enjoyed it so much because of how genuinely spooky and smart all the symbolism was.
even if you don't play if i would 100% recommend this if you like the sound of a supernatural small-town psychological horror murder mystery. i can't overstate how compelling i found the creepy elements. also i'm in love with both j and r.
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I just saw a picture of a bathtub filled with (hopefully fake) blood and the text "Capture this with the last text you sent."
You know what my last text was?
"Well band practice was fun today"
What. Did. We. Do. 😳😳😂😂😂
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What’s this? Batty’s making a STORYBOARD⁉️⁉️😱😱 ‼️Not clickbait Gone wrong‼️‼️‼️‼️🦅🦅🫠🫠🫠👀👀
Silly little coyote go bBRRRRRRRRRR
#art#oc#analog horror#digital horror#storyboard#story concept#animatic#storyboard WIP#WIP#work in progress#Tw horror#horror#horror mention
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[ID: 2 rectangular flags. the first has 6 equally-sized concentric circles and a background color. the second flag is the same with the top half of the circles shifted to the right, and the bottom half shifted to the left. colors are in this order from innermost to outermost: pale blue, light blue, blue-green, light dull green, green, dark green, and black-green. End ID]
Misfathomeon: a kenochord that feels uncanny, unfathomable, and abysmal. It is connected to horror, dread, and the distinct sense of something being wrong.
Etymology: "mis" meaning wrong, fathom, "eon" meaning everlasting
Pronounced: miss fath-um ee-on (mis fathom eon)
for @queer-hero through @tangymogais event (link) !!
#Misfathomeon#gender#neogender#kenogender#kenochord#liom#mogai#horror mention#category: KENOCHORIC#tmimagevent#eyestrain#🪼 creations#category: genders#event creations
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Excited for october actually because I saved a lot of horror dsmp animatics. God of all the obscure parts of the fandom to disappear I hope people don't stop making dsmp art where c!Dream looks super unnerving I love that shit.
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((So! I've noticed I've got a bit of a different following on this blog than on @faller-fears . So! I wanted to let y'all know that I'm planning on this blog raising the stakes at some point. But I don't want to be inconsiderate to everyone's preferences, so I'm doing a poll.
Please keep in mind that what everyone votes for doesn't necessarily mean I'll hit that bar. For example, if everyone votes high stakes/high horror, that doesn't mean I'll actually do that. I just want to know what everyone's comfortable with.))
((EXPLANATION OF HORROR LEVEL:
Low horror: Consensual hybridization of my character, dealing with consequences of that
Mid horror: Possible forced hybridization of my character, dealing with consequences/trauma of that, mild body horror, possible themes of emotional attachment issues
High horror: Forced hybridization of my character, becoming part of a hivemind, dealing with identity issues due to that, exploration of trauma while being in denial of that trauma, possible graphic body horror, possible gore, themes of the horror of toxic relationships/possessiveness in relationships
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A scene that comes before an early-days Shayne/Charlie hunger-related request. It became very long and plot-heavy, so I decided to split it in two, at least for now.
Takes place during the prologue, sometime after Shayne confronts Charlie’s demon and before Shayne visits Charlie at home for the first time. (Note for die-hard readers: “Rin’s Exposition Inquisition” is basically being retconned and no longer canon, because I want to develop her character and story a bit more slowly in the rewrite.)
Hunger/whump happens in part two (hopefully posted later today; if not, it’ll be next week because I’m travelling again this weekend).
CW: mentions of death, anxiety, insecurities, childhood trauma, food mention, horror elements (mentioned).
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“Hey, Charmander.”
Charlie had been peacefully eating his ham and cheese sandwich when Rin Johnson swept up next to his desk. It was rare to see her without her band of pals these days, but she was alone.
Before he could even open his mouth to question her choice to call him by a Pokemon’s name, she pulled up the empty chair from the desk in front of Charlie’s, spinning it around to face him.
As she sat, she drew a couple of glances from some of Charlie’s classmates who’d formed little groups throughout the room. It wasn’t against the rules for students from other tutor groups to eat in another tutor group’s base classroom, but it was a little unusual. If people wanted to mingle, they went outside, or to the canteen, to eat. Rin usually went to the latter.
There was also the fact that as far as secondary school social hierarchy was concerned, Rin was considered royalty. Not quite a queen bee, but perhaps a princess.
“Charmander?” Charlie asked.
Rin smiled secretively, propping her lunch bag on an empty corner of Charlie’s desk. “We’re officially friends now, and I have a whole bunch of nicknames I want to try out on you.”
Her floral water bottle was placed on Charlie’s desk, too, while Rin rummaged in her lunch bag. She started tearing into the wrapping on her sandwich.
She hadn’t bothered to tie her hair in its usual space buns today, and it fell in fiery-orange waves around her shoulders. She had a small streak of pink glitter drawn across each eyelid, and she didn’t seem to have noticed that a speck of it was stuck to one of her glasses lenses.
She looked up at him, chewing. “You don’t even want to question me on the ‘us officially being friends now’ thing? I was getting ready to bribe you. I brought Tucs!”
In case he thought she was bluffing, she put down her sandwich, reached into her lunch bag again, and pulled out a snack-sized packet of salted crackers.
“You don’t have to bribe me, Rin,” Charlie smiled. “I already thought of you as my friend.”
She smiled in what seemed to be relief, which was a bit confusing to Charlie. What exactly had she expected to happen?
His gaze was drawn back to the packet of crackers she’d put on his desk. He remembered taking them to primary school to have as a snack, and he was suddenly in the mood to relive his youth. “Although, I do kind of want to open those.”
“Go for it! A bribe’s a bribe, even if it was unnecessary.”
Charlie picked up the packet and split the side of the wrapper. “Share them?”
“Sure.”
“When you really think about it,” Charlie said as he opened the packet, “I’m the one who should have been begging you to be my friend.”
Rin frowned.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Charlie grinned. “You’re so much cooler than I am, Rin. And even if you weren’t… I mean –” Charlie pulled a cracker out and used it to gesture all around him. There were about fifteen other students in the room, all convening at different points and at a considerable distance from Charlie’s desk. “I can’t exactly afford to be picky, can I?”
Rin bit into her sandwich and glanced around too, though she seemed to be looking for somebody, rather than following Charlie’s point.
“Well, we do have something essential in common, you and I,” she said around a mouthful. A conspiratorial look crossed her face as she swallowed and leaned in closer. “Something that binds us.”
Charlie bit back another smile, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her. He adored the way Rin could romanticise the mundane, or make a lunchtime chat feel like he was being indoctrinated to a secret society.
“Okay, well now I have to ask,” he said, crunching down on his Tuc. “What is it?”
“Rejection.” Rin wrinkled her nose, as though the word tasted bad in her mouth. “From the same boy.”
All of the heat, along with the remnants of his smile, left Charlie’s face. What the hell kind of rumours were going about now?!
“What – I haven’t – what are you talking about?”
Rin gave a thin smile and touched the back of Charlie’s hand. “Shayne Devine rejected my friendship, too. Only that was about… wow, I guess it was about twelve years ago.”
Charlie barely had time to settle his frantic heart – friendship, she’s just talking about friendship – before his head started reeling with this new information.
“You knew him twelve years ago?”
“Well, yeah. We went to primary school together.”
Charlie nodded, battling a sudden wave of despair. Of course. That made sense. Rin and Shayne had grown up in the same town. They knew each other from way back. Meanwhile, Charlie had never been in one place long enough to hold down a friendship for longer than a year, let alone know anybody from way back. The only people he knew from way back were family members, most of whom he wouldn’t have anything to do with if he wasn’t forced.
“I tried so hard to get him to be my friend, but he would never even come to my birthday parties.” Rin dropped the remnants of her sandwich back into her lunch bag and pulled a pot of yoghurt and a spoon.
Charlie nodded again. The birthday party thing was a big deal. Ingrid had insisted he go to every party he was invited to, even if he didn’t know the birthday kid for very long. Charlie had always suspected there was a political force behind children’s birthday parties. Like the more birthday parties your child attended, the better it reflected on you as a parent. He tucked that thought away for later interrogation.
Rin peeled the lid from her yoghurt pot and began licking it clean. Charlie realised he wasn’t even remotely surprised that she was the kind of person who did this.
“So, Shayne was always… the way he is?”
Rin tilted her head to one side. “Well, he was always extremely shy…”
Charlie struggled to swallow a mouthful of his food. After the number of insults he’d been handed by the person in question, he wondered how anyone could ever describe him as shy. He took another bite of his sandwich to keep himself from making a shady remark.
“But he wasn’t always so…” Rin glanced towards Shayne’s empty desk, as though it might be listening in and would report back to him later.
“Cranky?” Charlie suggested sheepishly.
Rin flinched. “Sure. Let’s go with that. That only happened after his parents died.”
Charlie nearly dropped his jaw, and a mouthful of his sandwich along with it. Nobody had ever mentioned this before. Charlie had known Shayne was adopted, but he hadn’t known that Shayne had once lived with his biological parents.
“They… died?”
Rin frowned. “You didn’t know?”
Charlie shook his head.
“Oh. Crap. Um, sorry, babe! I’m used to everybody knowing everything about everybody. But, yeah, they died when we were, like… I guess nine or ten.” Rin’s eyes became unfocused for a few seconds. “Well, let’s see. We had Miss O’Rourke as our teacher that year, I think… yeah, we were ten. It messed him up really badly.”
“I can imagine,” Charlie whispered numbly. Judging by the way she had started staring blankly into her yoghurt pot, Shayne’s parents’ death had probably affected Rin in some way, too. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and cleared her throat. “I guess what I was trying to say is that I get it. He acts like he doesn’t want anything to do with you, but he still sort of… pulls you towards him, doesn’t he?”
Yes. He didn’t trust himself to say it out loud, certain that he’d betray the depth of his feelings if he did.
He nodded.
“I guess I always thought it was just me.”
Charlie was entranced by how much this conversation seemed to be affecting Rin’s mood, like it was sucking her entire personality away from her. It must have been an extremely sad story...
Charlie stiffened as goosebumps rocketed up and down his body. No. No, it couldn’t be… Someone would have told him…
Right?
“Uh, Rin?”
She listlessly picked up a Tuc and popped it in her mouth. “Uh-huh?”
Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Charlie swallowed the fear in his throat. “Shayne’s parents weren’t involved in that… that tragedy that happened at Mulberry, were they?”
Rin’s eyes took on that glassy, faraway look again. Charlie thought she was going to slip into the habit that most people had, of avoiding that particular topic at any cost. He half expected her to tip her yoghurt all over his desk, exclaim about how clumsy she was, and run off to get some paper towels, only to never return.
“They…” She seemed to swallow with some difficulty. “They were kind of unusual, from what I remember. Shayne’s mum was… She was so beautiful and kind, but always carried this air of, like, sadness. But her pies were always the best thing at the school bake sales. I didn’t know much about his dad, but my dad got along well with him. I… I don’t think I stopped crying for a week after they…”
Charlie felt a lump in his own throat. He’d only been able to stomach reading a few details about the incident; he couldn’t imagine what it would have been like to be a kid growing up in a town with a story like that attached to it.
But beneath his sadness, there was a pit of anger bubbling. How had no one thought to mention this to him before?
“Anyway.” Rin drew a circle in her yoghurt with her spoon. “Have you… Have you been out in the woods since you moved in?”
“No,” Charlie croaked. “They give me a weird feeling.”
Rin looked up, her spoon stilling. The absent look fled her eyes, leaving behind what could only be described as... desperation? Like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, and the only person who could grab her and pull her to safety was Charlie.
Charlie was just relieved that some of that furtive intensity was coming back to her.
“What kind of feeling?” she whispered.
“I…” Charlie’s heart sank as he tried to gather the words. “I don’t know. It’s…”
Careful. The voice insisted. She doesn’t know.
She might know, Charlie thought, examining the interrogative look in Rin’s eyes.
She doesn’t.
She… kind of acts like she knows.
Charlie…
“It’s kind of like… I’ll walk up to the edge of the garden feeling normal, and as soon as I think about putting my foot over the line, it’s like this huge wave of nausea crashes over me. I look through those trees and it feels like… like I’m staring into the ribcage of some huge… decaying… corpse.”
Rin put down her yoghurt with an air of finality.
“Sorry,” Charlie muttered, placing the last section of his sandwich back in its box.
“No, no, you’re good.” Rin drummed her fingers against the table. “You know, everyone says there’s something weird about Mulberry, but as soon as you start getting into detail, they just...”
Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. Does she know? ... Maybe she knows.
“Crap! I have to go,” Rin exclaimed, glancing at her watch. “I completely forgot there’s a yearbook meeting today.”
She gave Charlie a pleading look, like she wanted to be rescued from something, as she packed away her lunch.
Charlie grimaced. “Um... sorry this turned so dark.”
“Oh – no, don’t be sorry for that.” Rin’s eyebrows knitted together. “You have any idea how much of a relief this was?”
“It… was kind of a relief,” Charlie said. This was the first time in weeks that he’d been given new information, either about his house or about his desk neighbour. He also hadn’t mentioned how much the woods at Mulberry unnerved him to anybody else, and he could feel a new lightness where it’d been weighing on his chest.
He didn’t really know what made it a relief for Rin, but that was what he liked about her company. They seemed to understand each other’s emotions, even if it wasn’t clear how they’d arisen.
I’ll tell her, he realised. I’ll tell her everything. Another time.
“You have my number, right?” he asked.
“I – yeah, I think so.”
“Do you want to come over this weekend?”
Rin raised her eyebrows. “Yes. Please. I’ll text you.”
“Cool.” Charlie watched Rin scoop up her bag. “Have fun at your meeting.”
“With a room of self-obsessed control freaks? How could I not have fun, Charlie Bear?” Rin tilted her head as she stood up. A hint of her smile crept back. “Hey, I like that one.”
#StW Rin#StW Charlie#Swallow the World#OC stuff#plot stuff#death mention#parental death mention#horror#horror mention
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Let's play a game, (just for funsies):
Put your playlist on shuffle and see what comes up!
Share your music tastes, and discover new music!
"movement" - Hozier (amazing)
"Nobody" - Hozier
"Avalance" - Bring Me The Horizon
"Everytime we touch" [Cover] - Electric Callboy
"Alligator Blood" - Bring Me The Horizon
"Space man (Feat. Finch)" - Electric Callboy
"The Ghost Of You" - My Chemical Romance
"Mindreader" - Electric Callboy
"Slip" - Bearings (shocked to see it so low as it's my new obsession)
"Welcome to the black parade" - My Chemical Romance, (ended strong)
Share yours I'd love to get some new music as you can tell I have limited tastes.
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what i luv abt the exorcist is that regan doesn’t immediately get possessed in the way u think it would happen. it happenz very slowly and builds up throughout the film. she startz saying and doing strange thingz and by the time pazuzu has full control her face and body reflectz that
#fun dip fizzles#horror mention#im gonna use dis tag when talking abt the movie#since it’z horror and a whatnot plus it makez ppl squeamish#i rly hope it doesnt make ppl uncomfortable when talking abt this movie cuz itz very out of left field 4 my blog#we went from cutesy wootesy thingz childhood nostalgia and scene and now this#but all jokez aside if u do wanna watch this movie since im talking abt it sm and possibly planning to make fanart#yes im serious#im giving u a humongous warning for horror and disturbing subject matter
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watched the scooby doo blaire witch project thing why is that so fucked up. like yeah its a funny parody and it made me laugh too but i dont like that the characters had genuine like fear and genuine arguing and frustration with each other that made it feel so unreal but so real at the same time. hello
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Thinking about which of my OCs would be obsessed with Welcome Home
Saint would be disinterested until she found out it’s a creepy ARG project, in which she’d look for the creepiest character to fascinate over. Would get all excited over solving the mystery and make her own merch for it. Would prolly cosplay as Wally or House, and quote a bunch of the pages.
Lovelace would love the cute characters, discover it’s scary either through Saint or by accident, and probably NOPE all the way out of there. Unfortunately it would be so in her head at that point that she wouldn’t wanna be alone. Would need like all the lights, ten stuffed animals that don’t look like cartoons, and to sleep in her parents’ room for a month. She’d have a fear of puppets afterwards.
Dahlia would be all “ah cool! Old cartoons! I’ll ask my aunts if they know this” and go on thinking it’s a real show until Saint tells her otherwise. They’d go back and forth about whether or not it’s real, and probably find out about the scary parts late. After she’d just be like “…oh…oh no…” and be convinced she cursed her internet connection
Jetta would be like indifferent and not get why all the older kids are obsessed with a kiddie show til she found out the truth. Then she’d just begrudgingly fake being interested despite all the eyes and staring imagery scaring the hell out of her. She looks away a lot and makes loud noises to distract herself, and because she thinks it’ll stop her friends from knowing she doesn’t like it.
Aanshi would be all over the mystery. Like the scary is just there with it, but she wants answers and clues to this investigation. Would analyze everything with a fine tooth comb and share her findings with Saint. Probably goes on the guest book frequently to try to contact the thing living in the code and ask it for questions about life. She is prepared for her theories to be right.
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horror scawwy :(
and Oh Boy i cannot deal with it very well
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see ik i spend a lot of time in online spaces for age regressors and sys kids bc earlier i was thinking about how it wasnt clear how old the little girl in M3GAN is supposed to be, and i had the thought “somewhere around 8-12. so like, a middle?”
dni nsfw/kink
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God I started writing my ver of the Frankenstein au (which is gonna be horror-leaning but still have a good helping of fluff thrown in.. so basically more horror fluff, aka my writing style) and I'm having wayyy too much fun making this y/n like the embodiment of a diseased rat
#I'm having so much fun with this giujr4ijfoirejm#Metaltea Talks#fic ramblings#horror mention#I want them to be cold and calculating and mechanical#while the bots are like lovesick puppies grijovfmvnrghui#Thinking it'll be one long oneshot
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