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raisedbyhorror · 5 months
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EPISODE 000: WELCOME TO RAISED BY HORROR
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Welcome to the show!
Watch us now on our Raised By Horror YouTube channel.
Richard Kadrey, Violet Blue, and showrunner Scotland Symons bring you into the world of Raised By Horror -- its origins, why we love the art of horror, how dated storytelling often fails horror, how horror is good for us, upcoming episodes on truly scary (or darkly heartwarming/delightfully bonechilling) films and books, why horror boundaries are important, what to expect with difficult content snd spoilers, and so much more.
Upcoming shows we talk about include: Films that scared the shit out of us as kids, films that truly scare us now, horror films to watch with friends who don't like horror, and our extra special holiday horror episode!
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Theme song: Tenebrous Brothers Carnival by Kevin MacLeod
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kelsh · 6 months
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“You were a friend when we needed it, and we won’t forget that. Should you ever need it, you have family in Baldur’s Gate.” - Zevlor
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nataliesscatorccio · 7 months
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YELLOWJACKETS
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webonchin · 1 year
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Had a little baby fever so better idea to give my favorite pair a baby, but ,me being me and taking advantage of the interesting things, I decided that the baby would be a little (literal) nightmare, yes
Bonus
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Baby's name is Dusk, I use any pronouns to refer to them.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 195
“Oh. It’s you.” 
The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike. 
“You know you could, fucking call, right?” they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.
Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-
“But phones didn’t exist last we spoke, ya ‘amar.” 
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hehearse · 8 months
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So, what if his insides were rotten?
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blacksm1le · 1 month
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WOAH did @intricate-ritualz DTIYS !!! Had a lot of fun with it and now I want a movie version with every character just gender-bent pls
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trensu · 1 year
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ETA: now on ao3 as Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors
ETA2: now with an additional snippet
okay, how's this for an AU
We know that Steve wants to be a dad. Like, his literal life dream is to have a minimum of six children. SIX. who wants that?? crazy people, that's who. but we forgive him his insanity because he's sweet and will actually probably be a really good dad and there's not enough of those in the world.
the downer is that it's the late 90s, he's a (still) single guy in his thirties, and every adoption agency on the planet would rather give their children to a heteronormative couple who don't even want kids than to a single dude who would dedicate his heart and soul to giving his kids a happy healthy home.
He's bemoaning his fate to Robin at a bar they recently discovered. It's a weird little joint, kinda tucked away on the outskirts where Steve could've sworn didn't exist just last week. The patrons were kinda weird too but neither he or Robin could put their finger on why or how. If Steve had been a little less miserable, and Robin a little less caught up in comforting him, they might've noticed how everyone else in the bar kept sneaking curious glances at them or how they somehow always kept most of their features hidden.
They didn't though. Even when they were interrupted by a handsome black gentleman who called himself Jeff. Jeff said that he couldn't help but overhear their dilemma and that he's actually part of an agency that is more open minded about potential foster or adoptive parents. Steve's a little deeper in his cups than he intended, and doesn't question that some random guy in a bar is offering him a chance of having children. Robin is not as far in her cups and finds it a bit suspicious.
She was going to say something about it but Jeff looked her in the eye and said, "Everything is fine. There's no reason to worry. I'm only trying to help."
"You're only trying to help," Robin murmured back blearily. "Everything is fine. Yeah. Yeah, 'm not worried."
Jeff gives Steve his card and tells him he can stop by the very next day if he'd like, since his schedule is open.
The next day, Steve is regretting having gotten so drunk. Not really because of the hangover (though holy shit, he is NOT twenty anymore he needs to stop drinking like one). No. It's because Jeff had just finished giving him a tour of the facility full of rambunctious children in need of a home.
Actually, that had been pretty okay even if the other adults in the facility startled at the sight of him and the children kept ducking into other rooms to hide from him.
No. It's because Jeff had just introduced him to a child named Dustin who sneezed unexpectedly and somehow turned into a kitten.
"Um," Steve said. Jeff sighed.
"Dustin hasn't gotten back control over his shapeshifting since his mother's passing, but I assure you he's been improving."
"...shapeshifting," Steve said, numbly.
"Yes. Dustin tends to go for cat shapes, like his mother did." Jeff bends down to pick up the loudly mewing tabby kitten. "We've managed to get him to shift mostly into a domestic shorthair, rather than a cougar cub."
"That's great," Steve squeaked as he tried to tamp down the growing hysteria in him. "Really, really great. Y'know what, Jeff, this whole thing's been great but I think I'm still kind of drunk so I'm just gonna go--"
"No, wait," Jeff says, quickly placing the Dustin kitten on his shoulder before reaching out to grab Steve by the elbow. "Please. Look, you seem like a good guy. I did a quick scan of you and everything, and I really think if you'd take a moment to sit down and--"
"JEFFORD BILLANY JONES."
Jeff's shoulders hunched, nearly dislodging Dustin from his shoulder. He sighed again and turned to face the man storming towards him and Steve.
"Eddy, you know none of that is my name."
"I'll call you whatever I want since for some unfathomable reason, you've brought a human into my sanctuary. Why is there a human in my home, Jeffamy."
"Eddy, let me explain."
"It's Eddie in front of the human," Eddie said.
Steve's brain was experiencing some sort of malfunction because Jeff had been calling this man Eddie, except if he concentrated, the way Jeff said Eddie and the way Eddie had said Eddie sounded very very different except it hadn't because they both sounded like Eddie except for how Jeff's Eddie sounded different from, the same as, different, just like--
A pair of ringed fingers snapped aggressively in front of his face, startling Steve from an impending aneurysm.
"You. Who are you, who sent you, what do you want."
Steve stuttered something incoherent. He's pretty sure he's had a mental break from reality. There was some sort of sentient black sludge creeping across the tiled floor, wrapping a tendril around Jeff's leg.
"What is that?" Steve squawked. Jeff beamed at him.
"Oh, this is El! She's a Monster Under the Bed. She hasn't decided on a form yet, but that's okay, we love her just as she is."
"Jeff," Eddie snapped. Jeff looked at Eddie stubbornly.
"You told me we needed all hands on deck."
"How dare you, I'd never stoop to using boat metaphors."
"Don't distract me with blatant lies. Eddy, you said we needed help. You said you'd take anyone at this point."
Steve has not been able to stop staring at the sludge creature (El?). He's beginning to realize that he can't quite remember what Jeff looked like, or any of the adults they had seen. He's noticing that some of the children that have been scampering about had looked off. Like the boy with the bowl-cut they had passed by earlier who had looked...frosty around the edges. Or the girl he thought had had red feathers in her hair but is now suspecting the feathers were something more than decorative.
Ringed fingers snap in front of his face again. Steve finally focused on the man named Eddie who was actually named Eddie which was different from Eddie somehow. Now that he's able to shove away the confusion that is this man's name, he's struck by the fact that Eddie was quite possibly the most gorgeous man Steve's ever seen. He had wide, dark eyes that made Steve think of seabeds in the deepest of waters. His hair was a riot of dark brown curls that for some reason brought to mind swirling schools of fish.
"Answer my questions," Eddie demanded. Steve blinked and, with some difficulty, remembered the previous interrogation.
"Uh, I'm Steve. Jeff invited me because I want to be a dad."
Eddie barked out a laugh.
"Oh, is that right? In that case, welcome to Hawkins' Halfway House for Homeless Horrors! I'm sure Jeff would love to finish introducing you to the rest of our children. Have you met Mike? He's a ghoul! Or Lucas! He's a werewolf and his dream is to become a basketball star. They both have very sharp teeth so watch out for their tantrums."
Jeff scowls at Eddie before turning back to Steve. Steve was starting to feel faint and he was no longer sure if he regretted drinking the night before or regretted not drinking more.
"Steve, it's okay. Eddy is making it sound scarier than it actually is. You said you wanted to be a dad, and we need foster parents that can help these kids learn how to blend in with humans. That's what the halfway house is for, but there's only so much they can learn while living in sanctuary. We need a way to have them experience the human world more directly while still keeping them safe, and I think you're the solution we've been looking for. What do you think?"
"I think I need to sit down," Steve said thinly. Eddie snorted derisively. Steve was slightly offended but honestly everything was a bit too much right now and he really would like to sit down for a moment just to process. Because monsters are real, apparently, and some of them need parents. Which was terrifying to think about but also not so much? Because all kids were little monsters some of the time right? If Steve could have a moment to get his bearings...
"This was a terrible idea, Jeffathan."
"I think it was a great idea, actually. I really think this could work."
"No. I forbid it. Don't do this again."
Then there was a sweet and beautiful humming. It made the edges of Steve's mind go fuzzy and soft. He blinked slowly and looked for the source of the sound. Eddie stared at him intently and when he spoke, his voice was like music.
"Steve," Eddie said. "Steve, do you want to make me happy?"
Steve nodded dumbly. He wanted that more than anything in the whole world. He wanted to make Eddie smile. He wanted Eddie to never stop singing.
"It would make me very happy if you went home and forgot everything you saw here today," Eddie continued.
Steve made a sad sound. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to forget beautiful, gorgeous Eddie and this place that could make his dream come true.
"Please, Steve," Eddie's lyrical voice took on an aching mournful tone. "If you don't, you'll break my heart. I'll never be happy again."
The sadness in the song made Steve feel like the world was ending. Eddie couldn't be sad! Steve would rather die than make Eddie sad!
"I forget," Steve mumbled through the fog in his mind. "And you'll be happy?"
"So happy. I'd be the happiest man alive if you do that one little thing for me, my sweet Steve."
Steve nods again. "Okay."
"Good boy," Eddie croons. Steve felt like he swallowed the sun at those words. He followed Eddie as Eddie guided him through the halfway house. Eddie hummed his lovely song the entire way.
"Go home and forget," Eddie sang one last time as he helped Steve get behind the wheel of his car.
"Yeah," Steve replied dreamily and drove away.
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The telephone rang shrilly through his apartment. Steve stumbled out of bed and picked up, only fumbling it a little bit.
"H'llo?"
"Steve, what the hell, I've been trying to get a hold of you all day! Where have you been?" Robin's voice rang out, making Steve flinch. He scrubbed his free hand over his face tiredly.
"Home? I just woke up," Steve said. It was weird that he was fully dressed, he thought dazedly, but it wouldn't be the first time he's passed out drunk in his street clothes. Was he wearing this shirt yesterday? He could've sworn he'd worn the navy one.
"What? Just now? It's like five in the evening!"
"Huh. That'd explain the weird dream," Steve mumbled.
"Was it the one where you get seduced by a giant squid? Because I don't need to know more about your weird tentacle fetish."
"I don't have a tentacle fetish! I had the dream ONE time, and I wasn't being seduced, I was getting drowned and it was terrifying!"
"To-may-to, to-mah-to."
"Whatever, this one was weirder anyway."
"I find that hard to believe but now I'm morbidly curious. Hit me with it."
"...I don't remember."
"There goes my entertainment for the evening."
"Was there a reason you called, Robin?"
"Yes! I met this girl named Chrissy and I swear Steve, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen..."
Beautiful. Steve had the faint impression of dark eyes and silver rings, but it was quickly washed away like a child's sandcastle in the tide under the onslaught of Robin's ramblings. As he listened to his best friend, he couldn't help but feel there was something he'd forgotten. There was something he'd been planning on doing today, wasn't there...?
...oh, well. If it was really important, he'd remember eventually.
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Incredibly silly stupid warm up sketches from this morning for your viewing pleasure bc I think they are way funnier than they actually probably are
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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If Killer has a stuffed friend, I think all the others should have one too *gifts plushies to all the boys*. I hope these at least help you guys feel better while you recover! :)
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Nightmare: …cute.
Horror: ah, thank you Background text: 20% off Background text: hfdjk Background text: please pretend i drew- Background text: -food on the shelves
Dust: snrk… it's baby sized. Cross, amused: you're holding it like a child too. Dust: i'm naming xem Bismuth Technetium Hydrogen Dust's shirt: bone hurting juice Cross's shirt: GAY (in the colors of the aromantic flag)
Cross: !
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raisedbyhorror · 4 months
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RAISED BY HORROR: HOLIDAY HORROR SPECIAL
Why do so many of us love -- and even look forward to -- holiday horror films? Is it because we've always known there was something off about Santa? Maybe we'd rather scream than sing a carol, or boring feelgood Christmas films make us feel stabby?Or is it because the holidays are horrific all on their own?
In this special episode we talk about why people love holiday horror, especially us, and why we see holiday horror as much entertaining and enlightening as it can be a form of self-care. We've been looking forward to this show all month, we got all dressed up for you, and we handpicked a selection of films to keep you creeped out long after the creatures stop stirring. Enjoy!
Watch this episode on our Raised By Horror YouTube channel.
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In this episode...
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RICHARD: Hosts, You Better Watch Out, A Christmas Horror Story
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Richard's holiday horror book recs: Christmas and Other Horrors, Krampus The Yule Lord
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VIOLET: Rare Exports, Christmas Bloody Christmas, Violent Night
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Check out Violet's extended Christmas Horror film list on Letterboxd.
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And we had to add: Anna and the Apocalypse
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floq · 21 days
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forbidden fruit
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zu-is-here · 2 years
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he happy <3
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the-awful-falafel · 10 days
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How liquid/goopy do you think Fake Peppino is?
Oh boy, Fake Peppino biology headcanons!
So, I lean more towards "something that tries to be solid, but can choose to / be forced into becoming more liquid-like, and is somewhat inconsistent throughout" for my interpretation, personally.
It's absolutely clear from in-game that Fake Peppino is goopy on some level, but I don't imagine that he's made up of a literal liquid. I think his body is more like an amalgamation of this vaguely dough-like, vaguely flesh-like gooey organic mass that is trying its hardest to be Peppino-shaped, "clothes" and all, even if it's just a distorted facsimile. I don't think his mass is completely stable in the way a full flesh-and-blood creature is (or hell, even as stable as most pizza monsters are with their presumably semi-magical biology), so his body still drips and shifts around, but it's got a high viscosity to it under normal circumstances, meaning that his body structure remains relatively cohesive when he's at rest or moving around casually.
That being said, I also imagine goop from his body can slough off forcefully if he moves extremely quickly / suddenly, like if he deforms or contorts too rapidly, or if he collides against something with sufficient force (see: the gooey spattering particle effects in his boss fight). Although, punching and kicking him sure felt like hitting something alive and semi-solid, from Peppino's perspective at least, so whether sheer force makes Fake Peppino solidify or liquefy is somewhat inconsistent and probably depends on the context. (When he's dazed or vulnerable I think he probably has a lot harder time holding himself together, at least.)
I figure you can't push your hand through him or anything (... unless he allows it). It'll probably feel more like pressing against greasy/slimy skin that's a little too squishy, with something subtly writhing beneath the surface. Although if you shook hands with him there would definitely be a firmness to it, maybe briefly fooling you into thinking he actually has bones.
His mass has shapeshifting properties, which allows him to quickly and easily shift into a near-liquid form whenever it's convenient for him, like when he wants to slip through tight narrow spaces, escape into cracks into the floor, or get past barriers or grates. (He also involuntarily slimes himself when he's feeling extremely stressed out, sometimes, but that's more uncommon.) In this state his mass is more like a thick semi-liquid living substance that only sticks to things it chooses to stick to, like some sort of giant gooey amoeba.
I don't think the solidity of his body is always uniform throughout, though. The inside of his body tends to be... looser, for a lack of a better word, and can profusely ooze liquid-like goop if a part of his body is removed or opened up that isn't really "meant" to be removed-- although it'll settle down and solidify into a more viscous state in a minute or two. His hat is a good example of this, based on his boss health icon.
Regardless of whether it's current behaving like a liquid or solid, all of his mass is alive, has something resembling a cellular structure, and all of it is Fake Peppino. Hope this helps!
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trans-can-fire · 2 years
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Whaddya mean I can't fuck a man in a mask terrorizing people in one specific city because "he's fictional" and "are you crazy, he's a serial killer"
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rotisseries · 3 days
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i wanna make a "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" meme about..... events from summer 2022....... but I also don't want to acknowledge summer 2022. so those of you who were comrades in the trenches can hear about it and know this post exists conceptually
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