Captain - MJ

Just a coverup

[jinlian]

has any man ever looked as good as a butch woman? no

[mj-tries-to-write]

@night-bunnie you energy

[writing-prompt-s]

You, a necromancer, were always fond of your skeleton minions. Even going as far as to make each one a personalized name tag. Then you were cut down by those blasted heroes, only to one day reopen your eyes and see an Elder Lich looming over you with a very faded name tag.

[muzzledmikey]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

[amilkyway]

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

[spaghettinatural]

As a european i sometimes forget furefkied are actually real and not american folklore/cryptids. Like you’ve got friendly little bugs that glow in the dark….. b r uh

[roach-works]

in case europeans were worried: we love them very much! even tho they’re clumsy and slow and sometimes bump into you, no one swats fireflies here, or takes them for granted. even grownups sometimes reach out in the summer and gently catch a firefly for a minute before letting it go.

[actualaster]

By “reach out” that’s meant quite literally–you just kinda. Stick your hand in their flight path and they land on you and will sit on your hand for a bit. Sometimes if you’re just walking or standing outside while they’re active you have to shoo them off you because they’ll just. Sit on you.

They’re harmless and very pretty and it’s always a treat to see because they’re out for a relatively short time each year.

[charlesoberonn]

We need more scary infinite variants of manmade environments like the Infinite IKEA or the Backrooms.

May I suggest, The Lot:

[charlesoberonn]

I'm sorry to disappoint you but this is a real parking lot. I didn't edit it.

[charlesoberonn]

Check out the lot-to-building ratio in any large American sports stadium

[toawk]

Some lots are so big they have bus services specifially inside it. The lots are broken into sections and buses go around to their sections at a set amount of times before the start of something and drive people to the main building.

[charlesoberonn]

The societies of lost people inside The Lot would probably operate something like that to locate and pick up new arrivals and bring them over to one of the major settlements.

[charlesoberonn]

In the Infinite Ikea or Backrooms you can convince yourself there's gonna be a door round the next corner or behind that wall.

But despite it being completely open, there is no hope of escape from The Lot. Whereever you look it's just more cars from horizon to horizon.

[bonediggercharleston]

Sheesh, man, that's

a lot

[charlesoberonn]

Any artists interested in illustrating some The Lot concept art? Things like

A new arrival realizing a they're lost

Scavengers systematically going through cars for supplies

A small farming community that dug up the asphalt to plant crops

A veteran traveler coming across two sun-bleached skeletons wearing old-timey clothes next to some old cars, implying they've been there for more than a century

[asteroidtroglodyte]

How Eldritch do we want this location to be?

More ideas:

Agriculture is impossible; all the food available is truck-stop fare, scavenged from cars. A group of people had the idea to dig up the asphalt to find dirt to grow crops, but the top layer is just laid down on top of a layer of an older kind of hardtop. At one point a group of people excavate a pit several meters deep, uncovering progressive layers of asphalt, concrete, tile, brick, cobblestone, etc. but they never reach dirt.

Since all food is scavenged from cars, groups have to stay on the move. Although, if you want, you could have unobserved cars reset according to some occult criteria, enabling cyclical migratory patterns. Or, if you want, you could have them have to keep moving outwards and hope they don’t cross a patch that’s already been cleared by someone else.

Any foods that actually contain any appreciable amount of fiber become the most treasured kind of food, as everyone gets constipated from eating only the most refined and processed of foods for every meal.

Part of the uncanny feeling of the place is that it is perfectly flat. It’s not immediately obvious because the only things you can climb to get a better view are lampposts, but there’s no curvature to the earth in this place. A cult forms around disassembling cars to build a tower to try and see to the edge. It’s unclear what’s going on with the sun, given there’s still a day/night cycle.

There are plenty of cars to shelter in, but the geomorphology of this place would lead to incredible windstorms at dusk and dawn, with a very still, hot midday, and a bitterly cold night.

[feyosha]

As tempting as it might be to populate the space with some kind of intelligent threat (I’ve seen predatory planes and shadow monsters in the notes) I feel like the concept is better served by having the environment itself be the threat.

Maybe there’s never enough drinkable water; it’s mostly soda in the cars; most of the foods available are either very salty or full of sugar. After enough time in The Lot, everyone inevitably ends up pre-diabetic and chronically dehydrated.

Maybe we kick up the weather: black asphalt can get fucking hot at midday; hot enough to fry an egg if the sun is bright enough. Besides sitting in the cars (which may or may not be feasible depending on whether or not they can provide air conditioning), shade is in very short supply, and the abundant reflective surfaces of the cars means you’re gonna get sunburned, bad, if you don’t figure out what to do about noontime.

Conversely, blacktop radiates heat extremely quickly once the sun goes down, and with no plants or rivers to provide humidity the temperatures at night could easily get below freezing.

Flat topology also encourages cyclonic winds; regular, fully fledged tornadoes, flinging cars about and ripping people off their feet could be an actual serious concern.

Write it up like one of those 18th century Adventure Journals. “Day 127: the Swede has scurvy; Johnson’s foot continues to degrade; I would sell my soul for a bran muffin. Thought I saw a bird but it was a hallucination. Tornado at dusk again; we lost the Turk to a falling sedan. I miss waffles.”

[huffylemon]

[orangechickenpillow]

I need a "Honey we've got to jazz it" tshirt with an axe or something on it because to this day that's my favorite buzzfeed unsolved quote

[cabats]

Happy first day of caught-on-tober! This creature is a set of streamers that can gather together into any shape it chooses. Very hard to capture since it looks like an ordinary object made out of streamers

[wyrdle]

[sadsystemz]

cryptid tea party

[cheetahtrout]

Good friend of mine is having a really hard time. So I drew some of their favorite cryptids.

[homunculus-argument]

Yeah unexplained supernatural experiences are cool, but have you ever been 9 or 10 years old, having a sleepover at a friend's place, gotten up at night to go pee without turning the lights on, and then heard something coming up the stairs before you see the creature - a long-limbed, gaunt but distinctly humanoid figure dashing up on all fours, who then spots you in the dim light, as mortified as you are horrified, stands up to walk like a human, heading silently into his room without saying a word?

And that's the way you learned that some people like to go up stairs on all fours like a dog when nobody's looking, and that your friend's 15-year-old brother is one of them.

[bestcryptids]

The water elephant is an African cryptid described as a small tapir-like elephant that is semi-aquatic. It was first sighted by a hunter who wrote about it in his notes but failed to bag them. Notably the elephant didn't have any visible tusks. No African tapir species are known

[vampmilf]

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

[syrcusnt]

actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.

There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.

Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.

Likes. Are. Worthless.

They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.

Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it. And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation. It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.

And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts. We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue. But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.

Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.

[sabrinaacarpenters]

also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ???? 

these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio

not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts

[jakeledgers]

WEREWOLVES in Van Helsing (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers

[thechekhov]

if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon

[mj-tries-to-write]

So I saw this picture and just started crying. At first I thought it was his mom (turns out they're not related) and I just got so emotional. Imagine your whole life, dealing with pain and breathing problems and a short life span. And then you see that people are trying to fix it. We spent years breeding then for use and for aesthetic. Now, we're breeding them to be healthy! To be happier! Focusing on ethical breeding to help pugs.

Before I realized it was not his mom, thoughts of the pride she must feel knowing her son would be happy and healthier. That someone was trying to make sure her descendants would be better off than her! How proud! What a human experience!