Sorry about last night’s posts I didn’t mean to worry anyone
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Day 5 bird guy (Ft. goth girl)
Yeah we got a Frankenstein’s monster plague. Tbh both Frankenstein and his monster could have fit him perfectly. Anyways, lore time.
so plague was in his little explodatarium (it’s actually really big) doing science stuff as usual. This time he was making a really cool bomb! With Mona’s help he was able to make a decent formula to make it. So while Mona was out of the room plague started putting the ingredients in, but whoops! The cauldron he was putting them in exploded! Killing him instantly and scattering his body in pieces.
Mona ran in as fast as she could and saw plagues body. She was devastated, but then she remembered something about electricity and corpses and instantly got to work. Skip forward to when she was actually done, she had sewn plagues body back together and placed him on a metal table, strapped him down and used electricity to bring him back to life.
She was overjoyed! However, plague did not remember her. And could barely speak. So over time Mona has been teaching plague everything he had once known (it’s taking a long time) and during SoH he is still learning. So his fighting techniques are flawed, but aren’t bad.
whilst reading a book, he had come across a chapter that was all about essences. He was intrigued by this and decided to make a potion using all the things he had learned and would give it to Mona to show his appreciation for her. And thus PoS happens, and they blow up the tower of fate!!!
also, another cool fact is that before Plague died he had preformed surgery on tinker knight due to a request tinker made.
ok that’s all, treasure is next (I’m finally all caught up) and mole is tomorrow!!!!
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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
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I hate when people try to be some kinda funnyman in response to powerful art. Maybe you should just earnestly feel things once in a while, babe.
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A post not about Poppy.
True, severe, intractable pain warps your mind, body, and soul. It changes you, turning you into your demons. It will make you do things - think things - say things that your heart doesn’t mean. It causes intense fear and constantly trigger your flight or fight response.
You can’t sleep so then comes the delirium..
You’ll lose friends, family, support systems, and yourself.
Your body begs you to try turning it off and back on again, knowing “off” is a permanent status and there is no reboot.
The phrase “this is killing me” is so accurate it’s scary.
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being whiny and needy with choso
you were the one that woke up extremely horny and touched starved (this time), but being the sweetie pie that he is he let you ride him until you come.
but you can’t.
you’re whining and whimpering because you just can’t get there yet. speeding up, slowing down, moving your hips in so many different ways. none of it is working, but you need to come so bad!
“baby”, he calls out to you, and you look at him with a hint of frustrated tears in your eyes.
“baby, shh just relax for me okay? i got you, let me take care of it, yeah?”, he whispers as he cradles your cheek in his hand.
as soon as you nod, he grips your hips and lifts you up and down on his cock, rolling your hips back and forth in a way that instantly makes your mouth open wide and your head fall back. you brace yourself on his pecs and he momentarily takes one of his hands off of your hips, his other holding a tighter grip to compensate. you look down at him and see that he uses his free hand to pick up one of yours, kissing your palm with his eyes locked on you. then, he holds your hand as he picks up his pace.
your mind was empty as your eyes stayed on his, knowing nothing else but him. you barely were able to think about how strong he was to be able to pick you up and down over and over with only one hand. your orgasm had crept up on you without you even paying attention.
“cho, i’m…it-”
“i know baby, i know. give it to me, please?”
he kisses your knuckles before putting his hand back on your hip, fucking up into you and he pulls you up and down against him. you arch your back and burrow your nails into his chest, holding on tight. your eyes leaving his trance and going back into your skull.
“ohhh fuck!”
he lets one of his thumbs trail over to your clit, rubbing hard and fast.
“that’s it, that’s it baby. please, please give it to me. give it to me, give it to me,” he growled out through clenched teeth.
just that quickly, the coil snapped and you came all over his dick with a loud moan. the intensity of your orgasm spurred his and he came right behind you, filling you up. when you were tired of holding yourself up, he pulled you down to lay on his chest, rubbing your back as your breaths slowly calmed down in harmony.
it was just like that how you both fell asleep.
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