I Love Horror When Its Beautiful.

I love horror when it’s beautiful.

When what you look at is horrific and terrifying, but beneath that there is beauty.

I want the cosmic being staring at me so deeply with all of its hundred of thousands of eyes to be ethereal and filled with colors a mind cannot comprehend. For its beauty to be a horror all on its own, one that drives you into an obsessed madness, trying to recreate the beauty you saw that day. But you can never recreate it. You cannot capture this no matter your skill and no matter how hard you try.

I want the mounds of flesh and sinew to be crafted elegantly into a grotesque mosaic which as disgusting and putrid as it is, could be seen as beautiful. Not by all but to a certain kind of eye perhaps it could better than Picasso. They do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all.

I want characters who are driven to transform themselves into beings so beautiful they become god-like solely due to the flesh they rended from their bones, replaced with mounds of mud, sculpted into finely crafted art.

I want my horror to be beautiful.

Working on two things, hope I don’t abandon them this time ;-;

I love how both the Tma fandom and the Malevolent fandom have a way of misspelling a character’s name based on the way another character says it.

Mahtin and Orther are funny as hell

I’m not one to cry about fictional characters when I’m not actively listening to an emotional moment, but Arthur Lester and John Doe from Malevolent?

Ok I’m going to do a sequel post for this

You know what screw it? I’ve been wanting more mechanisms fan content? ILL MAKE IT MYSELF. FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN