oh I almost forgot, I was fooling around in writing group the other week and the prompt was “after a night of restless dreams, you wake up transformed into [???]” and I was like “meh” and then I was like “… weeelllll…”
I was thinking about adding it to my AU Lovecraft mythos or something but yeah here’s my writing-group dickery
It was still dark when he awoke the first time, and what’s more, he could still feel the abyssal dream — or dreams; it felt like many of them, many hands reaching for him — dragging him back down, down…
There were voices, gibbering voices speaking languages he couldn’t comprehend, a glimpse of a castle on another world, perhaps in another reality, where Euclidean geometry was only a passing fancy. Nothing made sense, and the more insanity he witnessed in this hellish dream-world, the more insane he felt, until—
It was morning when he awoke for the final time, a bright, sunny autumn morning, and the air smelled crisp and the leaves were colourful, and all was right with the world, except for him. The dream had followed him, had changed him, and all he could do was stagger out of bed, and sit at the desk, still in his pyjamas, and write.
"Howard?" his mother called from downstairs, a whole world away. "Howard, are you awake? You’ll be late for school!"
He did not hear her. All he heard was the whisper of gibbering voices, the groaning of ancient gods, the—
“Howard! Ugh, I swear, these teenage boys, they sleep like the dead…”
His mother opened the door, only to find her only son writing furiously, his eyes rolled back in his head, the fountain pen moving on its own accord.
The inkwell was empty, but blood flowed from his open palm, and that was all the ink he needed.
"Howard Phillips Lovecraft!" his mother shrieked, clutching at her chest, "stop! Stop, for the love of God!”
But all he heard was the gibbering of insane voices and the triumph of ancient gods.
Favorite Color(s): Everything except… Least Favorite Color: …most shades of yellow. Favorite Food: Everything except… Least Favorite Food: …bananas, hot chocolate, and anything particularly sweet. Favorite Band/Artist: Volbeat Least Favorite Band/Artist: uh… name a gangsta rapper and it’s probably them Favorite Type of Movie: space. spaaaaace. uh, fantasy, scifi, some comedies because I like to giggle Least Favorite Type of Movie: most of the romantic ones not because of the romance but because of the white cishet focus (although tbh a lot of the black ones aren’t so great either) One thing you can’t get enough of: artificial intelligence One thing you hate more than anything: that line I was talking about earlier, the “you’ve never been in love” thing, since that’s one thing I know I Hate A Lot
Are you single? Nope Do you have a crush on anyone right now? Always Do you flirt a lot? Not a LOT but y’all be makin me do it I swear Sweetest thing you’ve ever gotten: all the sweet things I’ve ever gotten are the sweetest things I’ve ever gotten Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in the seeds of potential love being planted at first sight Do you fall in love fast? yes Do you ever make the first move? ever? yes, but not always Do you want to get married? no not really
I’ve been following The Daily Robot for awhile and they make really awesome robotic and tech art so you should go check them out!
That’s about all I can think of right now without delving into blogs that are too fandom-specific but I hope you guys check some of these out and enjoy them! And if you know of any others let me know, I’d love to see them 8)
there is life in these wastes, in the depths of this rime-covered shell. there is growth here, look at the way the frost crackles and expands, look at the patterns it makes, what music it creates in its shapechanging, in its art-forming. look at blooms trapped in frames of ice, look at the blackish water churning beneath its temporary prison, look at these skeletal, waiting trees with their branches reaching skyward.
they don’t love me, but i have made beauty where there was nothing but stillness and death. if white is the colour of purity then i have brought nothing but purity, i have bathed this land in the purest and softest white, i have made a gleaming, crystalline paradise out of a chaotic and filthy world, and they don’t love me?
i am life-affirming, for do you not feel alive when my breath blows across your skin, does your flesh not bloom indignantly, blood-filled and hot, in defiance of my touch? i am violent, but do i not leave such still beauty in my wake? do i not provide children with their beloved days off from school, with their snowy hills and their icy lakes? do i not strike adults and children alike with the urge to create, to make art, to build snowy statues in their own image? i am oftentimes dark and frightening and imprisoning, but is that all i am? is that why you hate me so?
is that why you never rejoice in me? is that why you reject me, shy away from my touch, pray to my predecessor and my successor that they should return, return and save you, save you from my cold embrace?
lord winter does not know love, they say, but who would teach it?
lol. i always imagine Racist Truck is the worst episode, but they DO manage to top themselves a few times in nine seasons, man.
Well, yes, that’s a shitty episode too, but it’s just the little it’s-probably-only-me things that bother me and little things usually lead to more little things and eventually it gets to the point where I can’t finish an episode and food tastes like shit.
I thought it might be Brokkr or Sindri but that’s probably giving them too much credit. It’s probably Thor. SPN notoriously weakens and makes fun of pagan deities.
Definitely giving them too much credit in that case, bwahaha… and yeah, I just… why, what purpose would that have served, have him in the episode just to have Sam gank him with his own hammer that’s… that’s just RUDE :T
Maybe! Depending on how much light pollution there is around you. In larger cities you generally can’t stars or other celestial objects as well. clouds etc might also obstruct your vision. I’ve seen a few meteor showers but I live in a desert town so
yeah, it’s true that sometimes douchelords (or Problematic People as tumblr might say, lol) can make great and inspiring and helpful music. but sometimes they are just douches (see: Robin Thicke) I’m glad Creed was able to inspire you :)
indeed, I can’t even imagine getting anything helpful out of Robin Thicke bahaha
you might be able to! usually clouds/light pollution are the worst offenders when it comes to why you can’t see them. I’ve only seen the Perseids, I think. (and by seen I mean made out and fucked under)
do you just set out to INTENTIONALLY make me envious