Dark Side of the Moonbot

Robot on the Moon, but evil 42, she/her. Therapist suggested side blog Main: https://robotonthemoon.tumblr.com/

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Appreciation Undivided

I have previously explained my appreciation of the four big gods, and I may do some others, but to collect them in a master post:

Grandpa Nurgle, my beloved

Slaanesh, the most relatable

Tzeentch, for the lol

Khorne, a mixed view

Others will be added as I do them, possibly beyond chaos even

My most popular appreciation so far though: Mira

Another appreciation of a badass woman: Nadia Franciscus

Yet another appreciation of badass women: Alexandra Roivas

Adrienne Delaney, surviving heroine of Phantasmagoria (1995)

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Stylobite

I want my cenobite style to have false-hair, since they seem to be always bald. Where the skin, from just below the crown of the head down to the shoulders on the side and back, is cut into thin strips so they can move freely like if a leather flogger was hair. Then maybe pull them back into a ponytail like I usually have, tied with something like barbed wire of course. That just feels... right.

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Often a Demon

What does it mean when I'm frequently a demon in dreams; not dealing with demons, being a demon?

Three fairly recent examples for me: In one, I was simply a resident of hell, which was an endless series of corridors and chambers, seemingly like concrete and pretty plain and brutalist, no pattern was evident, sometimes there'd be a few stairs in a room leading out, other times just winding halls; the whole place was dimly lit with ambient red light without source, and smelled of plastic and chemicals like a badly pre-scented garbage bag; just spent the dream wandering aimlessly, only rarely passing other demons, and we all had the look of emaciated genderless humanoid with rubbery glossy black exteriors

In another, a group of mortal souls were working together trying to escape hell, and I was working with them disguised as a mortal; there were challenges that no one on their own could do, but together we triumphed, until we reached the final task: the stairway up out of the pit, which was an open to the air spiral staircase made entirely of upward-pointing needle-like blades, looking out over a landscape of burnt and smoldering hills without end under a twilight sky; the mortals were dismayed because the blades were too sharp for them to possibly ascend, but I revealed my true form as a blue-ish succubus type demon, and nimbly began dancing up the blade tips as though it were second nature, abandoning the mortals behind

Most recently (last night), I was in the underworld, a series of caverns and underground rivers and other subterranean terrain, where the dead pass through so the wicked can be culled while the virtuous pass; there was some sort of weird hybrid of the divine comedy and journey to the west going on, because a virtuous mortal was being led by a psychopomp through the underworld on some sort of mission; I was a desire demon, a shapeshifter, who mostly seemed to hunt greed, the avaricious were my primary prey, but I somehow got roped into helping this mortal and joined his group; some interactions involved leaping across floating bits of rock in a freezing underworld lake to find a path for him, turning my hands into lobster or crab like claws to scissor off a monster's head to protect him, and encountering another desire demon who had been stripped of his job and bound to guard a passageway, he looked... dead inside, passionless

But why am I so often a demon, most commonly a resident of hell (but sometimes in the living world)? My first thought is that I perceive myself to be a villain in some way, evil by nature; my spouse has suggested that demons can be seen as powerful rebellious figures and that I'm seeking a more assertive and confident demeanour; but I'm just not sure, any ideas? Thanks!

[pocketss]

healthcare professional 🫡

[jester-nonconforming]

People still tend to lump JK Rowling in with the category of ~problematic artists~ and I need everyone to understand that is not the problem with her. She is not comparable to anyone who wrote a piece of fiction you hate, or someone who made rude comments in 2015 and has since learned better.

She is far more like Elon Musk. She is a radicalized person with an extreme amount of social and financial power, and for YEARS she has been using that power to try to influence her government into hurting vulnerable people, on purpose. And she has succeeded. THAT is the problem with her, and THAT is why spending money on her books is so dangerous, not because her books aged badly.

Critiquing her work is fine, of course (I personally was never a fan so I really don’t care) but you NEED to understand that fiction is not the main issue here. And I truly think acting like she’s the same as the rest of any giant list of ~problematic creators of the week~ waters down how dangerous she is.

[decadent-trans-girl]

[darksideofthemoonbot]

A reminder that, even if he was still quite bad by the end, Lovecraft actually regretted his past hate and tried to do better, and comparing him to JK is unfair, because she's so far only getting worse

Lovecraft, a name synonymous in many circles with bigotry, was better than her, and it denigrates his memory to make the comparison; let that one digest 🫤

[cryptotheism]

you've gotten so high you got scared before

One time I got so high I started crying bc I couldn't remember how to open my eyes. It was a this edible ain't shit situation.

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Couple times, forgot I had hands

Just, completely unaware of them

[cryptotheism]

1/20 of every Christian tiktoker talking about the rapture seems to think that it will involve all the evil people being vanished into hell, and the kind people being left to inherit the earth. Interesting new take.

[cryptotheism]

People are saying this is one interpretation of the end times within Jehovas Witness communities. Which does make sense. I like the idea of the rapture but you get to keep your property.

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Having grown up in the Witnesses, this is pretty close to what I remember. Evil will be destroyed, though not sent to hell because hell doesn't exist. It's hades, the "common grave of mankind" and you just cease to exist. Meanwhile the in-group will survive while everyone else dies screaming, and those who were dead before the end may be brought back for a second chance to admit they were wrong and embrace the Truth (always capitalise). Then a new earthly paradise, basically Eden remade, will be home to the now immortal and sinless faithful. It's not called the rapture though, they consider that a very false idea.

[institutionalized-gaming]

October can’t come soon enough

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Phantasmagoria

Happy birthday to the original Phantasmagoria (1995), released on this day (August 24), 30 years ago! A staggering achievement in its time, a classic!

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Alexandra Roivas

Protagonist of Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem, and eldritch badass

Learns and builds from the experiences of all who came before her, kicks ass and delves into the forbidden and nightmarish world of elder horrors with very little hesitation

To the point she basically tells off a millennias old lich and kicks his ass, while summoning an alien god to fight his like pokemon 😁

Both a role model and old crush, damn the gamecube had some real hidden gems

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Realtor Wasn't Clear

[duncangeorge]

Bow Cemetery (2)

[anna--ahha]

[juliettejardin-deactivated20131]

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Juggabyssals

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigots' spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain Everybody, everybody, everybody run Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies) Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies) Swing swing swing, chop chop chop

Well hello boys and girls come on in see the show Its the mystical, magical, great dark carnival Don't bother lookin for parkin get rid of it It ain't like you ever comin back ya fuckin' idiot The carnival emerges only when you bout to die And right now muthafucka you bout dead in the sky So come and put your soul up on the murder go round And we'll strap you down and spin you into oblivion When it's yo time, death is near, step right up on over here Games, prizes, shows, and rides, its that carnival paradise

Come one, come all, and witness magic! I introduce to you an occult sorcerer Of the ancient craft of Necromancy A caster of mind-bending illusions From the nether void of the shadow walkers Expelled from Shangri-La, The Great Milenko A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival Ladies and Gentlemen...The Great Milenko!

It's the one and only Boogie Man He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides If your little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed You're running on stumps, motherfucker! Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in Things go bump in the night, me creepin' Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe If you'd just quit leavin' your shit all over the fucking floor Fuck it, you're dead anyway And I'ma leave your head smack dead in the hallway In the morning, when your daddy walks out Ah! His foot's in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie Man

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew I never knew that I could depend That I could have some friends that's down til the very end Well that's my home boys, excuse me, my family And when we conquer the world We macking on the galaxy Cause the skys the limit And we ain't finished And if my homies gonna ride then you know I'm with it

[hauntednightmaree]

[bloodofelves]

This town… there’s something wrong with it. And it’s not just the fog either.