EVIL EYE.

[milobelladonna]

           But extinction is silent, and it has no voice other than our own.

[milobelladonna]

"What? Who wants to do a collab?" Milo, stop talking when there's mushrooms growing out of your mouth. They're sprouting out of your teeth. You can't even move your jaw, Milo.

[milobelladonna]

Oh good, Milo's livestreaming again. This time their body is strewn across several trees, even!

[c3rvida3]

I keep getting this Etsy ad where this person says, "My personal style wouldn't be what it is without self-expression," and every time, I'm floored by what an absolute nothing sentence that is.

[drowinginaseaoftears]

[stormphoenix]

[royalreef]

"Oh? Is that so?"

The words come out less as words, and more as a baleful hole torn into the space where their mouth should be, a vacancy of thought and of being that nonetheless shapes itself into thought, into being, into language which is not language and yet is the language etched into the very folds right above the hippocampus, letters writ in wrinkled grey matter that could read you like a book. There is not blackness there. There is not even void. It is the place beyond thought, beyond sight, beyond sense. It is, because it has to be, because the world is chained down and into that thing, that weeping hole that pours down their front and pushes them open, a strange thing, because it's clear there's nothing inside, only an empty, hollow foreverness with a cute little puppet wrapped around it like a reverse balloon.

If they knew what was good for them, they'd get back on their own blog, but, well. If someone speaks of Death, then they will come. Regardless of if it's asked nicely or not.

[cyberxbattalion]

[milobelladonna]

Hi! They're still here. You literally can't get rid of them. They were there the day you were born and they will be there the day you die. They might even be you to begin with.

[aoifereal]

[milobelladonna]

(( Also adding this over here from a different discussion-

[a-ramblinrose]

“Here is a story to believe,” she said. “Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we’re frightened, the hair on our skin stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We are history! Everything we’ve ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are.”

— Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

[theveryworstthing]

A quick obituary, if y'all don’t mind.

Keep reading

[milobelladonna]

        Oh, sweetheart! They’re Death! They know everything there is to know, about you or anything else.

[relative-pronoun]

[cryptotheism]

Oh man did you eat the whole edible? The whole thing? Yeah that's bad bro. No you're gonna be fine. The horse demons don't like that though. Yeah the evil horse demons with fucked up scary human faces that live in the bathroom at night so they can get people who are too high. Those ones. Yeah they can smell when you're scared.

[olyoil2-deactivated20250812]

[milobelladonna]

{ deathxdefied​ }

Trying not to make it obvious she’s staring over at Milo. Eyes flickering back and forth from them to the floor.

It was hard not to look over at them, after all … It was such a mesmerizing, beautiful sight to see.

       As it is, Milo is a touch... distracted at the moment. Still they rub and rub over their eye, glistening wet in the light, turning matte with the touch of fabric, last threads of optic nerve following behind it like streamers. Still the decay festers in their socket, turning the skin angry and inflamed, all but boiling around the open wound and the belching of thickened blood the same consistency and appearance of tar.

       Fickle thing. There’s something wrong with it — Milo does not see, not in the proper way which things with eyes typically conceive of as sight, but rather there is some imperfection in it. Some mass and shape, something rolling around inside... They would like to burst it open and remove what’s ruining their newest picture, but they’d sooner rather push it back to someplace less obvious.

                   Plenty for Poppy to watch and admire. Milo wasn’t going to stop her.

[milobelladonna]

       “Oh!!!” They’re still holding their own eye.