Thinking About Making Monsters...

Thinking about making monsters...

This was HEAVILY inspired by Gustave-Adolphe’s MOSSA Firebirds. I don’t consider this to be a copy. I consider it to be a distorted version of it, a version I love very much. 

My new best friends

I need more industrial themed horror in my life me thinks.

Uncanny warning signs, a machine in the heart of a factory that will outlive you and all that you are, a monster that exists only in the shadow of the forge, etc. etc.

Bring back boiler room nests and Osha violations (please push me over the railing)

When...

[Trigger Warning: Blood, Violence, Murder Mention]

When will it be her?

Behind the glass, the wheel spins. Every gift it gives is just enough to keep me strung along. Every item wears her scent, reflects her image. 

When will it be her?

Five dozen options, all carved into stone.

Tick, tick, tick.

The symbols are mirrored along the edge of the arena, each one stained and soaked in blood. 

Blood I give for her.

Finally, the wheel settles. 

A beast claws its way out of the red, scraping against stone.

So close.

Its breath is sweetness, its gaze fire. 

I hate it. 

It has been so difficult to stay quiet in my pursuit of love. How many more must go missing? 

It knows I’ll never reject a gift. 

I bring my face to its own. Skull to skull, glare to glare.

How shall it carry my burden?

It’s not enough to drown out the accusations. 

A witch hunt only to be stalled by tricks and honey words.

Plunge him into the water and if he burns it’s...

Murder! Murder! Murder!

I watch my own case from the crowd, breath cold and slow. 

Don’t look.

You won’t like what you see. 

Another drug into the pits. 

Every time my hands shake.

Careful.

Nothing steadies them.

It knows exactly what I need.

I know exactly what it wants. 

Murder! Murder! Murder!

A judge for an injustice. 

A daughter. A son. A wife.

Now a husband.

How many bones need to break?

Red washes over the floor.

The wheel creaks.

It spins.

She’s perfect.

It’s a shame she can’t be real.

My nails sink into the meat of my palm.

I hammer the glass. 

When will it be her?

You inspired me to make my own little pawn! But then I got distracted and decided I'll make a little mushroom guy... soon...

A friend somehow convinced me that his desire to build a chess board was in fact not stupid, and I somehow believed him. Anyways I have a bit of cleaning up and staining to do, but two down fourteen to go…

Oh boy. Okay, I'm cheating a little because I'm not sure if my uh... song... counts.

Background is a pixel art recreation of a screenshot of a Minecraft parrot (already convoluted) I tamed and named Fish (because he loved the ocean).

Most recent song is The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy from Tom Cardy, and if joke songs dont count, then its Figure It Out by Royal Blood.

My most recent picture is also me trying to identify a plant! This houseplant I had for a few years finally bloomed and it turns out its a wax plant (a Hoya Carnosa mayhaps?)

Thanks for inviting me to play! I'm dragging @monochromicharlequinn, @raiven-raine, @witch-king-tea-fiend, @airshipsfullofpuppies, and @purgatorypoetry into this :)

tagged by @wizardcurse (thanks!) to post a photo of my lockscreen (grey tree frog), last listened to song and most recent photo! which is of some flowers I was trying to ID earlier today (bird's-eye speedwell I believe)

I'm tagging @turtlewithatail @pigeonbutch @thejerseybastard @apottovan @bad-jew-jew and whoever else wants to join