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I'm all over the place
I thrive in chaos.
I do a lot of different things.
This is true for art, living, and my occult practices.
Sometimes they merge to become one.
There is a message here.
It's Friday, so have a hotdog.
Be galvanized, be atomized, be loved.
Eris is checking my tires.
~ Xhasha Seed
big fan of liars. big fan of characters whose entire existence is a facade. love it when everything's stripped away from them and the lie is the only thing left of their identity. love it when the lines between an act and the truth are blurring. are they even them without the lie? the lie doesn't become the truth per se, but it's now such an intricate part of them it might as well be.
FEAR OF CENTIPEDES IS CALLED CHILOPOPHOBIA??? WTF...... i have lived my entire life fearless of everything . yet i see one of these multiple legged bitches and i am unresponsive . i am like a deer in the headlights. i have crushed several roaches, slapped wasps and hornets out of the air to their demise, obliterate the absolute hell of out spiders, wrecked havoc i am talkin ultimate bug killer type beat on the insect kingdom. yet,,,, i see 1(one) centipede and it's over. it's over for me. i am achilles and the centipedes are Paris and his arrows. i was doomed from the start. why didn't my mother make me completely fearless? why did it have to be centipedes? why not something stupid? like fear of planes or something? no. it had to be centipedes. every time i step into my shower i have to check behind every bottle. i go into the basement i am careful of where i step. the insect world would be demolished if the centipedes weren't there. god made centipedes to keep me at bay. i'm to powerful without a weakness. why couldn't i just be a fearless, stupid, college frat boy ? why. why did i have to be a powerful deity who will forever be trapped due to a small, easily killable, hundred legged insect? what was god so afraid of? what am i capable. of? he didn't need to do this to me but he did. it's so disrespectful.. . god will beg for mercy when i gain the ability to kill the little skinny ugly disaster of a bug centipedes. there is no god around when i see one of these bitches when i am naked and afraid in the shower. who do i pray to in times like this? He listens to me but ignores it all the same. so while i write this message, about to take my shower. if i see a damn centipede. you will know because suddenly the corpse of god will be found in a Pennsylvanian field. maimed and scalped. the centipedes will be running. hiding. crying out. to who? i already decimated their god . now there is only me and the insects. their cries for mercy or begging for an allegiance go unheard , for i am wearing earplugs and full of a rage and fury enough to power a small desk lamp. goodbye you stupid fucks. nobody will ever fucking miss you. i will turn your bodies and bodies of loved ones into dust and ash. nobody will ever wonder 'what happened to the centipedes?' because you are insignificant and useless. if you are a centipede. i . will. see. you. soon.
𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐲
The Legend of [Y/n]
(supernatural horror story)
Summary: Y/N finds themselves pursued by a nameless terror after stumbling upon an ancient artifact. They flee through a dense and menacing forest, desperately trying to escape their pursuer.
Warnings: Suspense, Supernatural, Implied Violence
[Y/N]'s heart pounded in their chest as they sprinted through the dense forest. The moon's pale light barely penetrated the thick canopy above, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance among the trees. They could hear their ragged breaths mingling with the sounds of their pursuer, echoing ominously through the night.
Their skin, a canvas of diverse hues, glistened with sweat, and their wild, curly hair whipped against their face as they ran. Fear coursed through their veins, driving them forward, desperate to escape the nameless terror that lurked behind them. But no matter how fast they ran, it seemed to be closing in, its presence growing stronger with each passing moment.
[Y/N]'s mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. It all started when they stumbled upon an ancient artifact during an archaeological excavation. The moment they touched it, an otherworldly darkness enveloped them, filling their mind with images of unspeakable horrors. And now, they were paying the price for their curiosity.
Branches tore at their clothes, leaving scratches on their exposed skin. The forest itself seemed to conspire against them, twisting and shifting its layout, making it impossible for them to find their way out. Each turn they took only led them deeper into the heart of the sinister woods, trapping them within its clutches.
[Y/N]'s breath hitched as they stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center stood a gnarled, ancient tree, its twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the heavens. They could feel an oppressive energy emanating from it, as if it were a gateway to a realm of unspeakable terror.
Just as they were about to turn and flee in the opposite direction, a cold gust of wind swept through the clearing, extinguishing the flickering light of their hope. The woods fell into a deafening silence, a prelude to something far more menacing. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air grew thick with an otherworldly presence.
[Y/N] turned slowly, their heart heavy with resignation. And there it was, standing just beyond the edge of the clearing—a shadowy figure, tall and menacing. Its form seemed to flicker and warp, never fully revealing itself. But its eyes, glowing with an unholy light, pierced through the darkness, fixating on [Y/N].
The figure began to advance, gliding effortlessly through the forest. [Y/N]'s legs turned to jelly as they tried to move, but their body refused to obey. The terror that had pursued them finally caught up, trapping them within its clutches. It whispered their name, a haunting melody that sent shivers down their spine.
With each step, the figure grew closer, its presence suffocating. [Y/N]'s mind screamed for escape, but their body remained frozen, a prisoner to their own fear. And as the figure loomed over them, they realized the chilling truth—there was no running from the darkness that had been unleashed.
The forest swallowed [Y/N], their desperate cries silenced by the night. Their story became another whispered legend, a cautionary tale for those who dared to wander into the unknown. The trees whispered their name, a mournful lament that echoed through the endless night, forever reminding those who heard it of the horrors that lie within the shadows.
However, as [Y/N]'s consciousness faded, a glimmer of determination sparked within them. They refused to succumb entirely to the darkness. With all their strength, they fought against the suffocating grip, struggling to break free.
In the depths of their mind, a memory surfaced—a fragment of the ancient artifact they had touched. It held a clue, a piece of forgotten knowledge that might hold the key to their salvation. Drawing upon their resilience, [Y/N] tapped into their inner strength, refusing to surrender to the encroaching darkness. With a surge of determination, they summoned the memory of the artifact—the symbols etched upon its surface, the whispers of forgotten incantations.
As the figure drew nearer, its menacing presence threatening to consume them, [Y/N] focused their mind. They recited the cryptic words that had once echoed within their thoughts, their voice a shaky but resolute chant.
To their surprise, a faint shimmer of light enveloped their body, shielding them from the malevolent force. The figure recoiled, momentarily stunned by this unexpected turn of events. It hesitated, uncertain of how to proceed.
[Y/N] seized the opportunity and, mustering every ounce of courage, willed their legs to move. Step by step, they inched away from the menacing figure, navigating the twisted forest with newfound determination. The dark woods seemed to yield to their unwavering resolve, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.
The shadows writhed and contorted, desperate to reclaim their prey. But [Y/N] pressed on, guided by a faint glimmer of light that beckoned them forward. It led them deeper into the heart of the forest, towards an ancient stone altar nestled amidst the trees.
With cautious steps, [Y/N] approached the mystical altar, feeling its power resonate within their core. The symbols engraved upon its surface seemed to pulse with an ethereal energy, as if waiting for the touch of destiny.
Driven by an inexplicable intuition, [Y/N] placed their trembling hand upon the altar. A surge of ancient energy surged through their veins, filling them with renewed strength and clarity. The darkness that had pursued them recoiled, unable to breach the protective barrier now emanating from [Y/N].
A blinding burst of light erupted from the altar, illuminating the surrounding forest and banishing the encroaching darkness. The figure, once imposing and formidable, now stood weakened, its malevolence fading into nothingness.
As the light subsided, [Y/N] found themselves standing in the midst of a transformed forest. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, replaced by a sense of tranquility and awe-inspiring beauty. The trees, once twisted and menacing, stood tall and majestic, their leaves shimmering with newfound life.
With gratitude and relief washing over them, [Y/N] realized that they had triumphed over the darkness that had sought to consume them. Their resilience, coupled with the forgotten power of the artifact, had set them free from its clutches.
As they emerged from the forest, their heart filled with a renewed sense of purpose. The tale of their harrowing encounter would be shared, cautioning others to tread carefully, but also inspiring them with the reminder that even in the face of overwhelming darkness, strength and resilience can prevail.
From that day forward, [Y/N] became a symbol of courage, an embodiment of the triumph of light over darkness. Their name echoed through the ages, forever etched in the annals of those who dared to face their deepest fears and emerge victorious.
And as they walked away from the forest, head held high, [Y/N] carried with them a newfound appreciation for the power within, ready to face any challenge that lay ahead. For they knew that no matter how formidable the darkness may appear, the light of resilience and determination would always prevail.
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i am currently running away to the woods and becoming a local cryptic. if you wanna join me you sure can come with.
Well well well I'll have to remember to take a look at some posters.
I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.
You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!
I have a lot of kins, but one that I’ve been kinsidering for a bit is like a cryptic cat.
Little cute cat with too many eyes. I wanna be a kitty with many eyes
Which explains the cat like behavior, and that one eye shift we had when we discovered them.
So this is my post kinfirming them :3
[Art link]
The art is what started this, and I’m glad I saw it.
One of the first things I’ve seen and just gone ‘That’s me’
Kitty cat me
I’m try quads again. It’s enjoyable but I’ve just never gotten to really get into it 😔
Hopefully I can soon :3
….
Technically that makes me an Eldridge scaredy-cat
Wait- that’s worse 😭 fuck
so if youre a cat with an anxiety disorder...
does that make you
a scaredy-cat???
LORE BABY LORE!!!!!!
make some lore on how Tyson and able became wendiogs (text or Images whatever you prefer and would be faster or just generally pick)
Alright lore time 🤌
Tyson and Able were born as wendigos. But not in the way creatures are usually born. Enter the tree, haunted by a vengeful spirit from ancient times (who was killed for being a witch). They create all cryptids: usually from bones and dead animals found in the forest. They can shape-shift because of spells from the spirit.
And a lttle fun fact - the creatures stay the same size their whole lives since they're technically undead.
