#fridgehorror

[levy120]

A couple days ago I published a new story, which in itself is a sequel to a previously published fic: "Something to Lose"

This first story can stand on its own rather easily, but introducing... everything of THIS would have derailed a bit too much, so I decided to keep this new project self-contained in its own story and treat both of these as a SERIES :)

For context, I would recommend having read "Something to Lose" beforehand but I do suppose, with how it's going "In the Family" can also stand on its own.

I'm giving this story it's own post, too, to better keep track of updates (and to throw it back into the tags xD)

In the Family

Series: "What Truly Matters"

Rating: T Genre: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Canon Divergence Characters: Gorrik and the Commander (with Guest Appearances from the EoD and JW characters) Words: ~ 5,5k (thus far?) Summary: Gorrik asks you for a favor that would break a given promise. (2nd Person; the Commander’s Race/Class/Gender is not specified) Timeline: Occurs during Janthir Wilds, immediately after “Something to Lose”

This story is headcanon/theory turned fanfic. That being said, no I do not want anet to confirm this. I very much hope we WON'T get to see this. But the brainworms have not been willing to let it go, so I figured I might as well tackle this. No, I do not have an ending planned for this, nor do I have any idea where it goes. I'm just... going with the flow. You're welcome to suffer along with me.

[jadedresearcher]

Fridge Horror, The Session

So.

SomeDude on discord (literally their screen name) made the following session:

http://farragofiction.com/SBURBSimE/index2.html?seed=12386118&seed=12386118&b=KQYQTMCCBCDqwAYGIJygMzGgUUQVkQgBZkEBGRCs7AcQiWRE2gnCzTORMp-IA5gYegHZgZCkyzYAsolLoAhAsHogA&s=DTDKEMBcEsCcFNgFkCusAm9bABIHkBVUAUSQEFQAVYgJRGAAV5IBnYASVgHsA7AT2AApPMXqgADl1itgAYQAW8ALbQWkWAKA

At first glance, it is a fairly typical example of the "27 Doomed Time Clone" session I love so much.  Ectobiologist is a Raging asshole who keeps getting themselves killed in self defense. Time player (or someone helped by the Time Player) keeps warping in to prevent the doomed timeline that would result in.

BUT, there is a twist that just gets better and better the more I let it percolate around in my think pan.

ONE of the Doomed Time Clones that comes back is the Rage player themselves, but God Tier.

Think about it.

They KNOW that the death isn't permanent. They aren't trying to save themselves from death. 

They are trying to save themselves from god hood.

Extrapolating on the Rage player's behavior, they REALLY want everybody dead.  The only thing stopping them from achieving their aims is how fucking weak they are.  When they Get Tiger, there's nothing left stopping their bloody rampage.

So what happens then?  No Space Player, no Frog.  No leaving the Medium.  Nobody left who could even REMOTELY cause a Just or Heroic God Tier Death.

Sanity slowly eaten away by your own Rage.  Staring at Eternity in a session of corpses.

Suddenly, they realize: They DO have a way out!  There is the time player's Instrument, right there!  And the best part is: The SECOND they use that Instrument, they are Doomed.  Guaranteed to die without the Judgement Clock getting in the way.  And bonus, they can use their last bit of Time to save some other version of themselves from the same fate.

...

Why do I always find a way to interpret Time as the shittiest possible Aspect?

[levy120]

Can You Hear Me?

Skimming some of the new Rayman blogs I saw that there is a demand for more horror oriented content, so I kicked my own butt and finished this prompt I had lying around for a couple of months ~

Written as part of the 100 themes challenge, here is a whumpy look into the Clark Boss Encounter from R2 with fridge-horror elements.

Story below the Cut and on dA

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82. Can You Hear Me?

He doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. And worst of all- his friend is suffering.

Rayman can tell, but one doesn’t have to be a genius to see.

“Clark!” he tries again, not sure if trying to reach his friend might not be making things worse. He’d already caught the absolutely guilty look in his eyes - and Rayman forgives him. He does. His friend is not to blame for the hellish torture the robots have put him through.

Still doesn’t make the bruises he’d already gotten hurt any less.

“Clark, listen to me!”

But when the hulking figure turns to face him, Rayman is immediately rushed at. He dodges the massive hands, albeit with less ease than before.

Rayman has already identified the problem in the mechanical contraption pinned to Clark’s back. It’s unnatural, looks painful too - but the Limbless doesn’t know yet how to get rid of this thing without accidentally hurting his friend.

Clark wasn’t an enemy, not a robot, or a pirate. He can’t just let his fist rain down on him! It flares up a new bout of anger in his chest, knowing that this was exactly what Razorbeard had wanted.

He dodges out of the way of Clark's charge and takes note of the mechanisms in the room. Big red buttons that scream 'push me', and up until now that had always proven to be helpful.

But before Rayman can act on his new idea, large fingers wrap around his torso, squeezing, and the Limbless feels the air leave him and his feet leave the ground.

He can't help the faint whimper at the force his friend applies. His eyes catch Clark's face for but a second. The giant looks about as awful and helpless as Rayman feels.

"Don't," he manages to breathe out before he finds himself hurled across the room.

The impact is harsh and hurts. Rayman takes a moment to get back on his feet, but Clark is already charging again with a roar that sounds desperate and painful in a way that shatters Rayman's resolve. He can't keep wasting time.

He reorients himself, pushes himself up and leaps away from Clark's powerful swing, before making a beeline for the button.

Nothing happens yet and it's with annoyance that Rayman catches note of the other buttons in the room. They'll be easier to catch in time from the other side, but he's come so far, he might as well try to trigger them from here.

Then Clark leaps into his last array, blocking his last energy sphere before it can connect with the button. It leaves a sizzling scorch mark in his friend's skin and Rayman winces with a "Sorry!"

It’s no one’s fault, Rayman tries to tell himself. But that’s wrong. It’s absolutely and undeniably Razorbeard’s fault. And maybe a little bit Rayman’s for not trying hard enough.

So, once he’s figured out what to do, the Limbless tries to zero in on the task ahead, tries not to think about the fact it's his friend he's hurting or the panic that boils underneath.

Not before long, the contraption shatters into pieces.

When Clark recovers it's with gusto, the nuts and bolts rolling off his back like rain as his hunch lifts.

Despite himself, Rayman has to try and keep himself from flinching when the giant approaches, but Clark is either not picking up on it or not acting on it for Rayman's sake.

The bruises are plentiful and more than obvious and Rayman will need to find a couple of red lums soon.

It does help, that Clark doesn't bring them up, but aside from their little celebration, Rayman doesn't want to linger.

His fingers are itching to find the robot who has done this to his friend so he can tear it up, and under any other circumstance, Rayman might be worried about the rage that coils in his gut. Clark's fine, he's fine, he's saved, he did it.

But he wasn't fine before.

Rayman bids Clark farewell if only so he can run from it and break without the giant seeing. There's a scream of anguish locked in his throat and when he closes his eyes, Rayman still sees Clark's torment in the back of his mind.

Battered fingers clench into a fist by Rayman's side as he collapses in the Hall of Doors and wails where no one can see. He can't rest though - while he's here and lamenting Razorbeard is still out there and keeps hurting his friends.

And Rayman vows to make him regret that.

[eyeblight]

Scientifically Accurate Furry Insects

A furry version of a scientifically accurate praying mantis would be horrifying in a furry comic. Especially if the praying mantis wasn’t a sadistic psychopath, but couldn’t resist the urge to kill their loved ones due to the preying mantis’ habit of killing its mates. Of course, a furry bee would have to be cautious about getting their stinger stuck in a crevice (or other nightmare scenario) as removal of the stinger would kill the bee. So yes, in some instances, scientifically accurate versions of anthropomorphic insects would be nightmare fuel in a furry comic.

[lucarioxseviper-blog]

Horrifying Realization

Ever notice that In Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum when you reach Wayward Cave to search for Mira there are a lot of cracked boulders in the cave? What if when Mira went there to explore a cave in occurred and left her trapped there? Could someone please draw that?

[lucarioxseviper-blog]

Why Mewtwo was created......

I just realized something a couple of days ago.... It's at least somewhat confirmed that the Kanto region was involved in a war... and part of me lingered on the concept that Mewtwo was created to put a stop to it(the being's creation is ambiguous in my mind though part of me is convinced a human subject was required to finish its development) ....and the reason why the creature was sealed in Cerulean Cave is because its strength surpassed prior calculations and it caused massive casualties....  Holy Shuppet the people of Kanto allowed history to repeat itself! (anyone who's played Pokémon X or Y will know why)

[lucarioxseviper-blog]

Literally right before Christmas I ended up thinking about something horrific I've never noticed before about Grass type pokemon. Has anyone else ever had one of those moments where you realize how freaky something is after just letting it sit in your mind?

[deeptundra]

Everyone thinks that I have it all, 


But it's so empty living behind these castle walls,

These castle walls.

If I should tumble, if I should fall,

Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls? 


There's no one here at all,

Behind these castle walls. 


- T.I. feat. Christina Aguilera 






  When I think about Frozen, these lyrics really put Elsa in perspective for me. What hell is it to be hidden inside a castle within a castle? There is no one and nothing for her. “Conceal, don't feel”. Ignore your sister at the door, every day as she knocks and begs you to do something, anything, with her. Don't speak with people. I can see her gazes at her father and mother degenerating over time. At first love, and then as time passes, her emotion toward them degrades to nothing. Her parents cease being so when they begin to say not words like "I love you and I'm proud of you", but "Don't feel anything. Do not show anything. You may not show love. You may not giggle, or laugh, or cry". She appears to feel lost when they die, yet they were lost to her all along, weren't they? 


And yet Anna always comes to her door and speaks, and all Elsa wants is to embrace her. Her beloved sister, whom she loves alone in the world, is behind an impassible barrier of ice. She stays behind her own castle walls, even within the castle; because she is poison to the only person she loves. I can see her now, looking out her open window as whispers of Anna's carry under her door. Her fingers going white under the pressure she clutches the windowsill with. The windowsill crackling with frost. Would anyone care if she died? Anna would be safe, Arendelle would be safe, and the King and Queen (for they have long ceased being mother and father to her) would be safe. Would anyone notice? She could jump, the palace gardener finding her broken body in the early morning. Would anyone mourn her? After all, who knows Princess Elsa of Arendelle? No one. She has no friends, certainly, and minimal contact with people. No love, besides what hides inside her and keeps her separated from Anna. Though after years and years of being locked in a room, locked behind gates, and locked behind gloves, does she even remember what that love is?

Still, she endures. On and on and on and on, glancing out of the window but never more than glancing. Held so far down by shackles of love and duty that she has nowhere to go. Not even to an early grave. Is it a wonder that she could never control her power?


When she becomes Queen Elsa, nothing changes. Bound by love, by duty, she can't move. She doesn't know Anna, though she loves her. She doesn't know anyone. Perfectly alone, all her relationships locked in ice. Then Anna comes and announces to her that she and Hans are in love at first sight, and want her blessing to be married. Love?!? Elsa ruined her entire life so that Anna would be safe. She denied herself contact with any person she loved. She concealed herself entirely; through gloves and cloaks and dresses, through an unflinching mask of politeness and ice, her hair bound up in a bun almost as tight as than her own restraints. Can you imagine the pain? Anna meets someone and spends less than a day with him, and decides that it's ‘love’. Can you imagine how that cheapens what Elsa has done for Anna? Elsa must have thought to say, "Is that all love is to you, Anna? A thing that happens between people easily, forming from the shallowest bonds?” but still manages to restrain herself, still behaves in a queenly manner. Yet Anna keeps pushing and pushing. "Why? I don't understand?" "All you know how to do is shut people out!” Elsa couldn't possibly bear the magnitude of a statement like that. It's a wonder she managed to even respond to Anna's request for a blessing, let alone keep running away after things go wrong. From the only person you have a real connection to left in the world, they're cruel words.

When their parents died, Elsa must've been weeping because Anna's parents were dead. Could you love parents who told you to never be you? To be nothing but "that perfect girl", to not even be able to properly weep in private, because the ice will let someone know? “The storm raging inside" is a benign definition for that sort of internal brokenness. 


The saddest part of her ice castle is that she is truly fine being alone on the slope of a mountain for the rest of her life. How could she properly miss people? She never knew anyone anyways. Still, she never actually escapes her burdens. "A little distance"? Hah! She could never be free from her duty. It somehow proceeds to get even worse as the plot progresses; she strikes Anna in her desperation to keep Anna safe. All her fears come to pass, and at the point where Anna is frozen solid, she probably breaks whatever little functioning she has left.

Every single time she turned away from her sister's presence on the other side of her bedroom door, every single day spent alone in her room, and all her struggles to desperately kill the part of her that feels things (so that the one person she loves is actually safe), were pointless. The movie has a happy ending? No it doesn't, fuckwit.

To someone who must be so tortured, so destroyed and broken inside, how could this story ever have happy ending? There is no possible ending that one could describe as "happy". Elsa still has to rule, and manage the stress of her new kingdom, AND COUNTERACT THE EFFECTS OF A WINTER WHICH JUST DESTROYED THEIR ECONOMY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER. Not to mention the loss of a trade agreement with a prosperous nation. Wesleton might be made of annoying pricks, but the only people I see who are wealthy enough to own fucking arbalests? Wesleton. Now they’re going to have to worry about assassination attempts and kidnappings and every foreign dignitary because of Elsa’s power. 


Think about this. When Elsa first thinks Anna is dead, the snowflakes settle in place in midair. That isn't a failure of her power. It is a whole new level of intensity. She is mired so deeply in despair that the entropy generated by her power freezes the storm in place over an entire fjord in place.  The only other time we see an effect like this is when the original King and Queen die. The snowflakes in her room hang in place while she and Anna weep because THEY'RE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE. Elsa now doesn't even have anyone to have cursory contact with, and certainly no one human knows about her power. For Anna, Elsa functionally doesn’t exist. Elsa hasn't really existed for Anna since they were little, and Anna's parents are dead. She has no family left. By the time Frozen comes around, Elsa's power is vastly larger than it was when their parents died. In three years, it goes from encrusting a small room at it's extreme, to CAUSING AN ETERNAL WINTER TO SETTLE OVER AN ENTIRE KINGDOM. She UNCONSCIOUSLY freezes the entire port. She ACCIDENTALLY does it, and DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE. Maybe her powers grew that exponentially in three years, but considering that before her flare up at the ball we only see her frost over a few things, I doubt it. "The storm inside" has actually gotten far, far worse than it was when their parents died. It truly reveals the level of despair she’s truly sunk to.

In short, congratulations, Disney! You did a good job of adapting Hans Christian Andersen's terrifying story to be appropriate for children. Congratulations, Disney, you managed to take the picture of a human being and twist it until she might be as well be unrecognizable. Your Snow Queen is just horrifyingly broken and almost inhuman as Hans Christian Andersen's Snow Queen, just in a different way. You sick, genius fucks.