#tsdm

[thecryptidwizard]

'Well, it's not like she'd totally forget you.'

'...You were the favorite, after all.'

Halting Disease

This disease is an invasive virus that is currently infecting Planet ___. Very few have been cured due to a shortage of supplies due to the planet's quarantine.

While striking similarities with the Cordyceps Fungus (AKA Zombie-Ant Fungus), this disease evolves from the pollen of an invasive flower known as Creeping Bire. The foreign pollen, mixed with the spores of one Planet ___'s native plants, Mina Fern, mutate into uncontrollable vines, fronds, and flowers. They are relentless, and adaptive to nearly any area, from the brightest of sunny fields, to the darkest of wells. They are extremely hard to get rid of completely due to their rhizomes burrowing deep into the ground. Pruning can only be done efficiently by fire, but they will always come back stronger by the end of 48 hours.

Roots and rhizomes can and will burrow in anything that breathes and moves. The host will be induced in a paralyzed state, but ultimately kept alive for both parties' survival.

If the host is too weak or too young to sustain the roots, then the host is quickly absorbed and the roots will begin their search again.

[blackmetalfredag]

Dagens blackmetal blir döds! Från svenska Ensnared. Ensnared har äntligen släppt en fullängdare. Riktigt bra är det. Om förra demon -mini-lpn var morbid angel fast lite mer mystiskt så är detta något mer progressivt och välgenomtänkt. Låtarna binds samman av instrumentala partier som för en gångs skull funkar i ett sånt här sammanhang. Det är inte old school, det är inte typiskt svenskt, det är inte ultra brutal slam. Helt enkelt bara bra döds. Det räcker ibland så.

[thecryptidwizard]

Pen doodles that im proud of :]!! Edna is there in the first page teehee!

[vole-mon-amour]

Almost finished rereading The Sun Down Motel and the book is just as good as when I read it for the first time. If not better. Absolutely love it.

[vole-mon-amour]

"This place is dark."

"Some of us like the dark. It's what we know."

— The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James

[vole-mon-amour]

Spoilers ahead.

I am that person that can barely find myself a good book to enjoy, but it does happen once in a while. This story was it. I was ready to rate it 4.5 stars when the story swept me in from the beginning and still held my attention in the middle of the book. Now that I finished it, I have no doubt rating it full 5 stars.

The emotions were raw and the characters felt real. I lived through the story with the characters as they were living through it—I felt nauseous at the sight of what they had to see, I almost cried when they wept. Usually I'm totally okay with the graphic description of killings and its consequences like blood, but this book? It's the right amount of feelings. The discover of the barn and all that happened there. I physically felt it with Carly. The image in her head of what might be ok the trunk made me feel sick.

It is a beautifully written ghost story, and it basically broke me when the "You got him!" the little boy's voice cried out. "You got him!" moment happened. A couple of sentences but so powerful. And the same boy wondering why isn't he feeling good and asking to help him. God damn it.

"It's amazing how quickly people forget."

Viv, Alma, Marlene, Carly, Nick, Jamie, Heather. <3 I will definitely think about this book for a while. Can safely recommend it.

Also, kudos for one of my fav locations: hotels. Motels. Hostels. I love it there. You can barely go wrong with that scenery.

[vole-mon-amour]

😭😭😭 what a book!

[vole-mon-amour]

I sighed. “All this work, and all I got was a dusty Snickers bar.”

“Don’t knock it,” Nick said. He inspected the panel he’d just opened. “Yeah, this is definitely broken. I’m surprised the thing is plugged in.”

I ripped open the Snickers bar. Because why not? It wasn’t that old—like, not decades old. A year or two, maybe. “My guess is that a repair person costs money. We do not spend money at the Sun Down. Not on new phones, not on electronic keys—nothing.”

“My room is like a museum,” Nick agreed, putting the panel back on the side of the machine. “The lampshades are the color of cigarettes and the bedspread has those fabric knobs in it."