The Door Opens

The World isn't what you originally thought it is. Things slink in the darkness and sharp claws scratch against the walls, screaming blind and dumb as they try to rend the fabric of reality. Something end up here on accident, some on purpose some benign and some malicious.

[ask-redacted]

I have a new bloog I'm going to be using

@0asurion0

[flyboyofcan]

I think Jared Hopworth could fix my joint problems.

[pancakeofsin]

then and now, i reap what i sow

[silverweed]

*scuttles toward you at a reasonable pace*

[otiksimr]

Thank you for being so reasonable.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[catchymemes]

[ilikeit-art]

[canreblogforsher]

@fishyfishyfishtimes

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Oh woah. Little guys are a bit nervous about being in such a big space!

[capekelpie]

I believe those are all morphs of Amphiprion ocellaris, the common clownfish.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Thanks friend!

[forsetcabiri]

...?

[visceralvermin]

does anyone else have a favorite tv character where whenever they’re on screen you just

[otherside-picnic]

web search: hrt that gives you ball joints and a quiet and respectful disposition

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Taking my estradoll

[daylightisminetoconsume]

The gum gum stood near a stoney outcrop, dragging its horns against the stones, almost neurotic, black blood now oozed from the chipped and broken horns. Their helmet lay on the ground, having been torn away in a panicked frenzy.

The very shadows seemed wrong, too angular, a strange hue coloring the darkness.

Gunmar approached the thrall slowly, keeping his distance. Decimaar hung at his back, ready to strike should the need arise.

"Report." He ordered, to see if the thrall could still understand its place.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar pressed forward, trying to force the edge into the creature's flesh! He hunched his shoudlers forward, the thick armor serving to protect his neck

[ask-redacted]

Finally, diseased flesh yielded, the blade slowly sinking down until the body was bisected.

Stone was slow to claim the flesh of the troll, then...

There was a rasping scraping noise, like the sound of something digging through wet meat.

[youcandalekmyballs]

in space, no one can hear you boop.

[yupokaysuremhm]

A side effect of being friends with me while boops are active is that i will not hesitate to SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU SMACKS YOU

[daylightisminetoconsume]

The gum gum stood near a stoney outcrop, dragging its horns against the stones, almost neurotic, black blood now oozed from the chipped and broken horns. Their helmet lay on the ground, having been torn away in a panicked frenzy.

The very shadows seemed wrong, too angular, a strange hue coloring the darkness.

Gunmar approached the thrall slowly, keeping his distance. Decimaar hung at his back, ready to strike should the need arise.

"Report." He ordered, to see if the thrall could still understand its place.

[ask-redacted]

"Reee...ort." it spoke in a lilting voice... it sounded like the thrall struggling, "There's itching in my... head." The thrall pulled its head back, contorting and seizing up before slamming its head into the stone, again, and again, and again, each sounded more meaty then the last.

It stopped then, "I'm all better now. " it smiled at Gunmar

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar drew his blade, advancing on the thrall.

With a snarl, he swung Decimaar toward the maddened trolls neck. intent on a mercy killing.

He'd seen wild animals act this way, but never a troll. He couldn't allow it to reach the rest of his army.

[ask-redacted]

The thrall let the blade hit. But it didn't go far, stopping in its neck muscles. It looked at Gunmar, staring with dumb animal eyes, it's neck then twisted the wrong way, bones snapping and breaking and flesh stretched and contorted like melted cheese.

The thing that was no longer a troll screeched again.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar drew back, but only a single step.

He swung his blade over his head twice in an over-reaching arch before bringing it down.

But this time he didn't stab, he reached out with his will to try and touch this alien mind.

"Whatever foul pit you crawled out of, you will obey!!!"

[ask-redacted]

The not-troll bellowed, its mouth splitting all the way to its chest as it charges Gunmar.

Its body continued to twist and mutate, bones breaking and snapping to take new form.

Gunmar could feel in the thralls mind. It was on so much pain gibbering and begging.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar met the charge. He swung his blade up toward the open mouth that composed more of the creature's body, seeking a brain to pierce through.

[ask-redacted]

The troll let out a blood curdling scream as its head split into a bloody maw with sharp teeth of broken bone.

It latched against the blade, growling

[guidonian-hand]

Why was I today years old when I learned that lead compounds taste SWEET and THAT'S why kids eating paint chips back in the day was a concern?

[entomologistologist]

people these days, it's always "stop eating lead" and "lead is poisonous" and never "was the lead yummy?" or "you looked really cool eating those tasty lead chips" smh

[daylightisminetoconsume]

The gum gum stood near a stoney outcrop, dragging its horns against the stones, almost neurotic, black blood now oozed from the chipped and broken horns. Their helmet lay on the ground, having been torn away in a panicked frenzy.

The very shadows seemed wrong, too angular, a strange hue coloring the darkness.

Gunmar approached the thrall slowly, keeping his distance. Decimaar hung at his back, ready to strike should the need arise.

"Report." He ordered, to see if the thrall could still understand its place.

[ask-redacted]

"Reee...ort." it spoke in a lilting voice... it sounded like the thrall struggling, "There's itching in my... head." The thrall pulled its head back, contorting and seizing up before slamming its head into the stone, again, and again, and again, each sounded more meaty then the last.

It stopped then, "I'm all better now. " it smiled at Gunmar

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar drew his blade, advancing on the thrall.

With a snarl, he swung Decimaar toward the maddened trolls neck. intent on a mercy killing.

He'd seen wild animals act this way, but never a troll. He couldn't allow it to reach the rest of his army.

[ask-redacted]

The thrall let the blade hit. But it didn't go far, stopping in its neck muscles. It looked at Gunmar, staring with dumb animal eyes, it's neck then twisted the wrong way, bones snapping and breaking and flesh stretched and contorted like melted cheese.

The thing that was no longer a troll screeched again.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar drew back, but only a single step.

He swung his blade over his head twice in an over-reaching arch before bringing it down.

But this time he didn't stab, he reached out with his will to try and touch this alien mind.

"Whatever foul pit you crawled out of, you will obey!!!"

[ask-redacted]

The not-troll bellowed, its mouth splitting all the way to its chest as it charges Gunmar.

Its body continued to twist and mutate, bones breaking and snapping to take new form.

Gunmar could feel in the thralls mind. It was on so much pain gibbering and begging.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

The gum gum stood near a stoney outcrop, dragging its horns against the stones, almost neurotic, black blood now oozed from the chipped and broken horns. Their helmet lay on the ground, having been torn away in a panicked frenzy.

The very shadows seemed wrong, too angular, a strange hue coloring the darkness.

Gunmar approached the thrall slowly, keeping his distance. Decimaar hung at his back, ready to strike should the need arise.

"Report." He ordered, to see if the thrall could still understand its place.

[ask-redacted]

"Reee...ort." it spoke in a lilting voice... it sounded like the thrall struggling, "There's itching in my... head." The thrall pulled its head back, contorting and seizing up before slamming its head into the stone, again, and again, and again, each sounded more meaty then the last.

It stopped then, "I'm all better now. " it smiled at Gunmar

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Gunmar drew his blade, advancing on the thrall.

With a snarl, he swung Decimaar toward the maddened trolls neck. intent on a mercy killing.

He'd seen wild animals act this way, but never a troll. He couldn't allow it to reach the rest of his army.

[ask-redacted]

The thrall let the blade hit. But it didn't go far, stopping in its neck muscles. It looked at Gunmar, staring with dumb animal eyes, it's neck then twisted the wrong way, bones snapping and breaking and flesh stretched and contorted like melted cheese.

The thing that was no longer a troll screeched again.

[daylightisminetoconsume]

The gum gum stood near a stoney outcrop, dragging its horns against the stones, almost neurotic, black blood now oozed from the chipped and broken horns. Their helmet lay on the ground, having been torn away in a panicked frenzy.

The very shadows seemed wrong, too angular, a strange hue coloring the darkness.

Gunmar approached the thrall slowly, keeping his distance. Decimaar hung at his back, ready to strike should the need arise.

"Report." He ordered, to see if the thrall could still understand its place.

[ask-redacted]

"Reee...ort." it spoke in a lilting voice... it sounded like the thrall struggling, "There's itching in my... head." The thrall pulled its head back, contorting and seizing up before slamming its head into the stone, again, and again, and again, each sounded more meaty then the last.

It stopped then, "I'm all better now. " it smiled at Gunmar