#terror out of the sky

[thewisestwizards]

I like the matching artwork on these killer insect Blu-rays from Kino Lorber.

#kino lorber #tarantulas the deadly cargo #terror out of the sky #Ants 1977

[syntia13treeman]

TMA vs TMAGP spooks indexing

how the Magnus Institute classified the spookies:

how OIAR classfies the spookies:

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp 04 #the vibe I'm getting so far #An infinite amorphous blob of terror bleeding out in every direction at once. #Like colours - but if colours hated me. #“oh #that’s indigo #that’s more lilac” #but they’re both purple. #why are navy blue and sky blue both called blue #when pink’s an entirely different colour from red?

[vela-pulsars]

These pictures slap, feel free to use (just don't claim them as your own).

#sky: children of the light #thatskygame #skykid #sky:cotl #meme #lore chat is out there terrorizing the rest of the server by *checks notes* not coddling bigots crying about being told off #i reach out to mods to address this tolerance with rascism & transphobia but keep on getting left on read the moment i mention that apathy

[magnusthepuppet]

fuck you elon musk. i legit thought i was going to die from aliens sticking probes up my ass because of your dumb fucking satellites.

I FEARED FOR MY LIFE, ELON, DO YOU UNDERSTAND—

#i’m masking the terror i felt through humor #listen i’ve never seen shit like that #in that moment #all i knew was that there were freaky lights in the sky #and then they faded out #thank god google exist yk yk #i don’t even know what to tag this #uhhh #aliens #??? #satellites #freaky shit in the sky

[sa-bo]

Genuinely need a break from this arc real quick why does One Piece delve so deep into the ethics of war this arc, like holy shit I'm gonna fucking die

#so much emotional shit been happening during the marineford arc im gonna come out of this feeling like a jaded war soldier #seeing coby having a downright full-on panic attack while bodies fall to the ground around him?? isnt this kid like 15-17 #and literally any scene where some shit happens to luffy is absolutely mortifying in nature ever since drum island #one piece sets itself up like ''lol look at these pirate friends getting into hijinks and saving each other and conquering the world!'' #but then shit gets crazy every time #i can no longer in good conscience recommend this without warning people abt how scary it gets sometimes #i feel like the first taste comes during arlong park where we see nami repeatedly stabbing herself #then with us seeing zoro's wound stapled shut and bleeding like a motherfucker as he still tries to fight #because they couldn't get professional medical help even if they probably saw his fucking guts and ribcage #but shit just keeps getting more terrifying every arc #alabasta? civil war. we see the princess of her country screaming her lungs out in vain for her people to stop fighting #sky island? mass genocide. for funsies. by a man so hopped up on delusions and apathy he thinks it's funny #water 7? we see the downfall of ohara and robin trying to Fucking Commit Suicide because she finally found ppl who like her #thriller bark--THRILLER BARK SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. #seeing brook's crew sing together one last time as they all progressively drop dead one by one until only one is left #and the utter terror as we see zoro standing surrounded by his own blood in a 20 foot radius around him #impel down we see the horrors of the world government and how they treat their prisoners with layers of hell #and marineford we see a war even worse than that which we saw in alabasta #horrible horrible shit

[crocodilenjoyer]

the incredibly complicated garp-ace relationship is choking me up but unfortunately for the emotional impact of the moment the flashback revealing that luffy could skeletonize a cow in under thirty seconds at age seven is vastly superseding it

#garp #ace #luffy #riko.txt #op lb #also the grief and rage on ace’s face being replaced by ???????? as luffy plummets out of the sky. priceless #the correct reaction to luffy under any circumstances is confused terror. or regular confusion if you’re an ally

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#my therapist teaching me a mindfulness technique: so what do u think? #me: this is like how vulcans deal with their emotions. they recognize them and set them side. acknowledge and accept #also i need to send these thoughts away on icebergs in the ocean instead of on clouds in the sky #its the exact opposite of what u were saying but i think abt the terror so god damn much its infected me down to the bone #literally anything she tells me i gotta b like: how can i either relate this to media or fold this into a metaphor? #bc i guess thats just how my brain works idk. #ugh. saw the psychologist and psychiatrist today and now theyre perscribing me ab1lify #hope it works. i dont have the perspiration in hands yet. i wish my brain would just b Normal #but i feel generally better than i did last week already #they think im sensitive to medication. either my body or my mind. ie. i freak myself out and my body reacts #so i convince myself im having a reaction. they haven't said that but im sure theyre thinking it bc im also thinking it lol #cant pin me down. my mind is too slippery #things i did not think would happen to me: a bip0lar diagnosis and prescription for anti psychotics #unrelated

[ammonitetestpatterns]

#diary #porcelain collarettes of calm pour my dianic moonwells #tangled tar heart of tethers and silent terrors siloed to the pin of a wonderful turning pupil #causeway silvered out of sky contracting sublies me

[nellievances]

terrible time to be the head of stuart scola nation 🫡

#rick ei.d if you give me a reason to relate b.igger than the whole sky lyrics to stuart i’m going to burn down c.bs headquarters #like why do you hate lesbians don’t take my funky comfort bisexual from me!!!!!! #anyways the terror of coming out of work to 12+ messages on here… unparalleled #shut up allie

[ltcolonelcarter]

doing it again (thinkin bout the skyllian blitz)

#sIGH #mass effect #just. shepard that survives elysium only to undertake Bring Down The Sky #shepard who can’t sort out their motives when the line between saving the galaxy and acting on prejudice #shepard becoming the terror they sought to prevent #I’m going to yell.

[soulfire-of-void]

there is nothing more tragic than the lack of individual cooking item sprites in no man's sky. you can't tell me that Cream Buns and Esophageal Surprise look the same

at least some of the more interesting ones get a different sprite from the normal(ish) ones but like. please i desperately need to know what Haunted Chocolate Dreams, Cake of Burning Dread, and Unbound Monstrosity look like. because i think they'd look delicious and maybe even taste delicious if real

#void screaming #mostly the haunted chocolate dreams. #i dont CARE that one of the ingredients is the egg of an unnatural abomination and exudes an aura of pure terror i want to eat the cupcake #i know its a cupcake based on the sprite category. but what does it Look Like #also why do almost all the cooking items have the same description. what does it taste like please #this game lets you cook with abyssal horror eyeballs and glass seeds and literal metal and yet it wont tell you how your endeavors taste :( #i do absolutely adore the cooking in this game i promise #its just. #i am hyperfixated specifically on the cooking in this game and there is simply not enough Cooking Lore /hj #this game is amazing at lore. cooking is realistically only a very very small part of the game and its amazing how extensive it is #but i will now proceed to make up my own additions and possibly draw individual images for some of the foods. because they deserve it #in what other game can you swap out one ingredient and go from Fruity Pudding to Jellied Fur Tart #no mans sky #soulfire plays no mans sky

[ghosttsar]

Tag drop ft. study

ii. ( study ) : you are an amalgamation of all the faces looking back at you

ii. ( likes ) : i'm finding space to be kinder

ii. ( desires ) : in the meadow of sinful thoughts every flower is a perfect one

ii. ( visage ) : to leave a hemorrhage of violets in your wake

ii. ( wardrobe ) : i made a crown out of teeth a dead thing wearing dead things

ii. ( aesthetic ) : there's something tragic about you ; something so magic about you

ii. ( headcanon ) : the morning is full of storm at the heart of summer

ii. ( music ) : the night wind revolves in the sky &. sings

ii. ( drabble ) : dear terror ; i know what hunger is &. there is little i can offer you

ii. ( meta ) : how much can you change &. get away with it before you turn into someone else before it’s some kind of murder

#ii. ( study ) : you are an amalgamation of all the faces looking back at you #ii. ( likes ) : i'm finding space to be kinder #ii. ( desires ) : in the meadow of sinful thoughts every flower is a perfect one #ii. ( visage ) : to leave a hemorrhage of violets in your wake #ii. ( wardrobe ) : i made a crown out of teeth a dead thing wearing dead things #ii. ( aesthetic ) : there's something tragic about you ; something so magic about you #ii. ( headcanon ) : the morning is full of storm at the heart of summer #ii. ( music ) : the night wind revolves in the sky &. sings #ii. ( drabble ) : dear terror ; i know what hunger is &. there is little i can offer you #ii. ( meta ) : how much can you change &. get away with it before you turn into someone else before it’s some kind of murder

[mx-mind]

Getting ideas rereading Transference what if Hugo found some way to get Bruce to come to his office for a therapy session and he subtly pokex his brain to get evidence that he's Batman or would that be too much gay sex for the story

#hugo aside this is a legitimately a good character study about the line between bruce and batman #even if it retcons terror out of existence #sky screams into the void

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #monster x human #yandere monster #yandere dragon #yandere headcanons #original work #tw.yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere obsession #yandere concept #yandere writer Momo #stockhom syndrome #yandere horror #yandere idea #yandere imagines #monster x reader #princess reader #yandere male #yandere boy #delusional yandere

[palipunk]

If you know anything about Al-Nakba, everything you see now feels like deja vu. I look at the escalation of genocidal violence in Gaza and I am eerily reminded of the stories of the Nakba survivors in my own family because time is really just a flat circle and I would argue that Al-Nakba never really ended for Palestinians. Because how could you say Al-Nakba, literally meaning the Catastrophe, has ever stopped for us?

I mean, look at what we've been seeing. I see schools and homes and hospitals bombed in Gaza and I think of the terror campaigns of the Hagana, the Irgun, and Lehi (who integrated into the literal IOF - terrorist colonizers through and through), who blew up homes and schools and threw bombs into crowds of Arabs. I see the IOF drop leaflets from the sky in Gaza warning Palestinians to flee to the south or face punishment and I think of the loudspeakers in Palestinian villages warning if they did not leave their homes they would face terrible consequences like mass murder and rape of Deir Yassin.

I see the men (and as many pointed out, children and women too) in Gaza rounded up, stripped of their clothes, and carted off to who knows where, and then I think of people like Haim Avinoam, who was ordered by the Hagana to circle Balad al-Shaykh and kill as many men as they could. Or how in the villages and towns that were taken over by the Hagana, men of military age were expelled or imprisoned in POW camps.

I see IOF soldiers in Gaza looting Palestinian homes and rummaging through their belongings for all of social media to see and think of the looting that happened in 1948 - settlers taking precious belongings like jewelry and books but also entire stores and homes. I see the openly genocidal statements of Israeli officials and think of the letters and dreams of Zionists who orchestrated the Nakba, like David Ben-Gurion (the first prime minister of Israel), who would write to Moshe Sharett about starving Arabs out of Jaffa and Haifa and even to his own son wrote: 'The Arabs will have to go, but one needs an opportune moment for making this happen, such as a war.'

I push back strongly on the Israeli notion that all of this started on Oct 7th, because it is 1) ahistorical and 2) frames everything that is happening as a reaction to 'Palestinian violence' that just came out of nowhere and not that Palestinian violence is a reaction in itself to over 75 years of consistent Israeli settler violence. This is Al-Nakba.

#palestine #free palestine

[iwhoneverbelievedinwar]

(grabbing your face) do you remember simon fairchild's statement about how he became an avatar. how he fell and the sky embraced him. i think about it all the time. how it would feel to be embraced by the vast. the entity that is about how you are insignificant before the endless void, holding you. the fact that being an avatar of the vast means loving a contradiction: you are insignificant and the entity of the vastness of everything else holds you in its embrace and takes away your mortality.

i wonder if when simon told that one guy enjoy sky blue if the reason he laughed while saying it was because he was sharing his own joy. if in his own way he wasn't being generous, sharing the experience that changed him forever. i wonder if as much as he spreads terror, maybe what he really wanted was to share that experience, and that's why he picked someone who loves sky-diving, someone who was also in love with the sky.

i wonder if that guy who was eaten by the sky isn't out there now, saying the sky held him gently in the huge jaws of endless blue, and he cried with joy as he understood. if what for his mother was a horrible experience that killed her son, for him wasn't the liberation from his mortal life and worries before the realization that we are nothing.

i wonder if simon was afraid, too, before he was in love or while he was in love with it, if he can even distinguish his love for the vast from his fear from it or it's just another facet of his adoration, something he can offer to it, if when he said he loved the sky he meant it like that, like we often love a god, with fear as strong as our adoration.

#sorry for the long post this had to be screamed into the void #simon fairchild #tma #the magnus archives #rant #the vast #tma entities #tma vast