Buddy, 25. He/They. An Australian who loves anything gritty, bloody or spooky. I love medieval shit, especially knights.
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Hitchhiker who stumbles upon a town: mysterious, silent hill-inspired and visually heavy.
Ashenfell -(Silent Hill inspired sims 4 series)
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My hand isn't mine. It's a heavy, numb thing buried in her, and I'm just watching it dig, watching it hold her down like I'm stuck behind a sheet of dirty glass. I want to pull back, but my body is just… refusing.
Quentin: "Hold still. Freak, just fucking, hold still."
She doesn't flinch. She just starts this sound, a low, grinding vibration that makes the marrow of my teeth ache. The air curdles, thick with the smell of wet rot, and that old, familiar building nearby, the one that held Mara, her mother, and that goddamn doll, begins to weep rusted iron, the very foundations buckling as if the earth itself is puking up bile.
Malkor: "Ashen-fell, ashen-rise, let the marrow feed the fire."
The area had snapped. The floor just goes, dropping us onto that jagged stone grid. The fire here isn't warm; it's a sick, bruised colour that screams as it tears through the dark.
Quentin: "What… what the hell is this?!"
I couldn't move. My body screamed in a language older than words, warning me to run, to fight, to live, but the flames engulfed me all the same, patient and reverent, as if carrying out a ritual that had begun long before I was born.
Something is under my skin, I am burning from the inside too.
Quentin: "What is happening to me?"
Quentin: "Enough."
Quentin: "Who are these people? What have you done?"
Malkor: "You're looking a little burnt out, Q."
Quentin: "Shut your fucking mouth, Malkor."
Malkor isn't even fighting me anymore. She's just laying there, staring up at the sky like she's finally seeing God. She looks like she's been waiting for this her whole life
Malkor: "The circle is closed. He's here."
The static in my head hits a breaking point. The fire has bridged the gap; it's in my marrow, turning everything I am into molten slag.
Quentin: "I don't care, I'll burn the whole town down with you in it!"
???: "SIT!"
The command isn't a sound. It's a weight that hits the floor like a guillotine.
???: "I left you in the world to rot, and you forget how to bite back."
???: "You've always been so violent, Quentin. It's such a shame."
My vision is breaking up. I look up, and I'm staring at my own face. He reaches out, grabbing my jaw, his grip cold as stone.
Quentin: "How are you here? They told me you died. The fire, the ritual, it all ended in ash. Mum mourned you for years, waiting for a voice that never answered, a knock that never came. My brother is dead. I buried him long ago. So what are you, and why are you wearing his face?"
Milo?: "You buried a body, not a purpose. The fire was only the beginning. I was never meant to stay dead, Quentin. I was meant to return changed. The ritual did not fail. It is still happening, and I am its proof."
My hand isn't mine. It's a heavy, numb thing buried in her, and I'm just watching it dig, watching it hold her down like I'm stuck behind a sheet of dirty glass. I want to pull back, but my body is just… refusing.
Quentin: "Hold still. Freak, just fucking, hold still."
She doesn't flinch. She just starts this sound, a low, grinding vibration that makes the marrow of my teeth ache. The air curdles, thick with the smell of wet rot, and that old, familiar building nearby, the one that held Mara, her mother, and that goddamn doll, begins to weep rusted iron, the very foundations buckling as if the earth itself is puking up bile.
Malkor: "Ashen-fell, ashen-rise, let the marrow feed the fire."
The area had snapped. The floor just goes, dropping us onto that jagged stone grid. The fire here isn't warm; it's a sick, bruised colour that screams as it tears through the dark.
Quentin: "What… what the hell is this?!"
I couldn't move. My body screamed in a language older than words, warning me to run, to fight, to live, but the flames engulfed me all the same, patient and reverent, as if carrying out a ritual that had begun long before I was born.
Something is under my skin, I am burning from the inside too.
Quentin: "What is happening to me?"
Quentin: "Enough."
Quentin: "Who are these people? What have you done?"
Malkor: "You're looking a little burnt out, Q."
Quentin: "Shut your fucking mouth, Malkor."
Malkor isn't even fighting me anymore. She's just laying there, staring up at the sky like she's finally seeing God. She looks like she's been waiting for this her whole life
Malkor: "The circle is closed. He's here."
The static in my head hits a breaking point. The fire has bridged the gap; it's in my marrow, turning everything I am into molten slag.
Quentin: "I don't care, I'll burn the whole town down with you in it!"
???: "SIT!"
The command isn't a sound. It's a weight that hits the floor like a guillotine.
???: "I left you in the world to rot, and you forget how to bite back."
???: "You've always been so violent, Quentin. It's such a shame."
My vision is breaking up. I look up, and I'm staring at my own face. He reaches out, grabbing my jaw, his grip cold as stone.
Quentin: "How are you here? They told me you died. The fire, the ritual, it all ended in ash. Mum mourned you for years, waiting for a voice that never answered, a knock that never came. My brother is dead. I buried him long ago. So what are you, and why are you wearing his face?"
Milo?: "You buried a body, not a purpose. The fire was only the beginning. I was never meant to stay dead, Quentin. I was meant to return changed. The ritual did not fail. It is still happening, and I am its proof."
Went on a date, they wanted to play dbd. I’m thinking “ oh fuck yeah let me impress this very attractive person”. Tell me why does PS5 recognise the last logged in name when playing DBD.
I play on PC for reference and they play on PS5.
I had changed my username to Knight’s Boner from Spud, for maybe like 2 hours, and changed it back after playing. Now PS5 you evil fuck, why is my username appearing as Knight’s Boner on their friend list?
But when I loaded in it was Spud.
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t ashamed but man was it a “hey let’s have our 4th date and give you a jumpscare”. They had a good laugh at it though :)
Felt like this image my secret identity revealed or some shit.
It’s taken me five months to properly clean out my room again. Whether it’s my ADHD or the fact that I’m a hoarder, one of many in my family. Sometimes I think it’s just sheer laziness.
I know it’s bad when I’ve legitimately got expensive ass Silent Hill merch still in the box from February of 2025. I forgot I even had it :) How do I know this? Well, I own two of the same $300 figurines.
Certain parts of my room are always spotless, like my desk. Sometimes I have so much washed or unwashed clothing on my bed that I sleep on the couch.
It could be my resistance to taking medication or, once again, laziness. I’ve always had this complex feeling of knowing ADHD doesn’t help, mixed with being an actual hoarder but still feeling lazy. Even though it’s like torture throwing anything out.
Anyway, I’ve cleaned everything, and I mean everything!! My clothing has decreased by 70%, and my shelves have room for books and actual items of value. I can also sleep on my bed again and find things…WOOHOO
