Reading „Fathomless“ by Greig Beck. Dude decides to go caving in the cave known locally as the monster cave. Ancient murals depict people getting eaten by monsters, so he’s really curious to find out what he‘ll find. Later, there’s an expedition by people who are both hot and horny.

#dreadcember day 17! #speedpaint #timelapse in the replies

Pesticides have been proven to accelerate and/or cause early dementia, and are one of the worst parts of our climate disaster Do not sit this one out. Take the 2 minutes to sign and share this, and, if you're able, call your reps

Tfw you have a nightmare but wake up just before your phone dies

Those mormon wives are really good at drama, huh

I added new art to my ko-fi, and updated a couple older drawings with some colour. Traditional original ink artwork! Shares are helpful if you're unable to purchase any art at this time 💚 ko-fi.com/tamisrandom/... #artist #inkart #sciart #inkdrawing

Great now I can’t stop brushing my teeth because the way my electric toothbrush harmonizes when I hum the title tune of White Lotus

Who says the spooky season ever truly ends? Who tells phantoms to stop dragging their chains? Who says goblins should cease playing their games? Who tells witches to halt casting their spells? Who says monsters must quit scaring us all? Whoever might, tell them the haunt goes on.

Please save us, little soil bacteria!

If I worked out but my smart watch failed to record it, did I even work out?

I thought I had already internalized that I need to avoid certain depictions in movies or feel sick and dissociate for the rest of the day, but forgot to check for trigger warnings again.

I’m burned out and need something easy to read. Horrible people dying horrible deaths. Something breaking out of a lab. Silliness, gore, unapologetic entertainment, zero aspirations. Any recommendations?

Still in perimenopause.

I am the Lady Macbeth of Perimenopause, the Queen Midas of Gore. Everything I touch becomes a bloody pulp, never again will my hands be clean.

They should do trick or treating for adults where you get to wander around in your pyjamas while your neighbours leave out little bowls filled with painkillers and beta-blockers.

The person checking my ticket is very butch and super nice and I have to say that’s the perfect fit for a security-related job.

I’m “feminist horror “, and I feel seen.

Haunting season once again 👁️👁️

Older characters in horror aren’t just mentors—that's why I love writing the young challenged. They are haunted houses themselves — every wrinkle a hallway, every scar a locked door. #HorrorWritersChat

In Solipstice, adults only show up as messed up, flawed characters who should be nowhere near kids.

midnight dance 🌜🌟 #art #cuteart

you could have decided to be better, but you didn't, and then when your kids do it's time to bring in THE ENTIRE MURDER MACHINE THAT IS THE STATE to punish them for being queer, or autistic, or uninterested in your car-dealership dynasty, or willing to date outside their race

and there is maybe no greater sense of betrayal than being abused your whole life and told you'll get your turn as the big bad patriarch/matriarch playing with your own little puppets, only to have them turn around and say "i don't have to take this" — because *you* didn't have to take it, either

Thanks for hosting artshare, Luisa, and really appreciate the dark art theme. Happy Autumn Equinox.

'The heavy, grey sky weighed on the world. A thick, layered fog reaching from the ground to the upper atmosphere, exerting that heavy burden like an immovable melancholy, a sadness without end. For days, everything remained dull and dark.' -Stijn Streuvels 🎨Ernst Ferdinand Oehme #BookWormSat

Hello, it's been a bit ~ was going to take a short break and it turned out longer than planned But here's a sketch from today

I still think this Siren Head painting is pretty good

Still Life with Smith Corona (1977) photograph by Anne Billson

I cleaned (and filled) the bird feeder. Please clap

Reading Ringu right now and the main journalist guy is friends with a serial rapist, like wtf dude

I’m now old enough to have seen some people age more than two decades, and I’m not gonna lie, that shit’s scary

Don't dream it, be it. HAPPY SUNDAY, WITCHES! Don't get bogged down by the bullshit. (Sorry- could not resist a bog joke)

Oh sure I agree with the sentiment, but it's posted over an AI picture and there's just no excuse for that.

OK, friends, today's the day! It's formatting time! (It's morbin time always pops into my head when I think this) Formatting my books got more complicated when I decided to start including illustrations, but I think the drawings are especially important for this one. Send good vibes my way 😅

I recently read a translation of The Haunting of Hill House into German, and they made Theo’s flatmate male, and this has to be one of the worst translation mistakes in the history of translation. (I so keenly remember reading the original and searching for clues to the flatmate’s gender…

i’m such a fan of rural roadside letter board signs i don’t know what it is but they have a certain charm to them, especially when they are old and missing letters for example i often drive by a church sign that reads “EEK THE LORD”

I dream of a tower i cannot reach.

Reading about another femicide in my former hometown. Nothing has changed since I left there so many years ago, it seems.

“Good morning, my little minions.”

Me, finally remembering the password to my own account: *hacker voice* “I’m in”

Here is another spooky house (because I love to draw a spooky house) for brinklit friction mag a few years back. This was for a gorgeous, haunting story called EVERY WOMAN IS A HAUNTED HOUSE by Audrey R Hollis frictionlit.org/every-woman-... #art #horror p.s 🖼️? www.inprnt.com/gallery/carl...

Very late for a meeting 🍄

We can’t have an accurate conversation about trans identity

+𝟱 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 along with its defensive bonus, provides +2 charisma to all party members

Flower Head

mood

She could fix me Dorothea Tanning, Geburtstag, 1942

The other day I had a few minutes to kill before an appointment, which is my usual clue to wander about aimlessly, and I stumbled on some backyard altar to the Virgin Mary, fragrant with fresh incense? If I wasn’t such a hardened atheist, I would probably have taken that as some kind of sign.