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cr. namuspromised

“She was wronged.

They only tried to love her and honor her here.

She will be vilified once her name is learned, but it was her sisters who broke her up and threw her down.

Gods above, it makes me want to cry just thinking about it.

How long she must have lain there under the sand. Hurting and lonely and angry and not knowing what she did wrong.

I don’t Know how to pray to her, I would if I could.

You deserved better. This was not your fault.”

Warnings and pleas which a kinder heart, or a less rapacious mind, may have considered.

(because we deserve this)

(because you deserve this)

(because i deserve this)

(because i had to)

(because i wanted to)

(because i could)

(i don't know)

Hornets - Kitty Horrorshow

My blood feels dull and heavy

There should be more here

Had all these plans for this place

I used to burn once upon a time

My veins miss the old poison

Strength enough only to drag my feet

Rattling chains, only my own Houses to Haunt

Held by the lungs and pulled

Bleeding time from a wound that won’t close

Hellish what I have to do

A charming tale about family, homemaking, and creation. Experience the matriarch’s realm for yourself here, alongside other cursed grounds.

lethargy hill, kitty horrorshow

from haunted cities volume 4 (2020)

I know they say to be the change you want to see in the world but I sure got some work to do and then some if that’s the case

Tenement - Kitty Horrorshow, Haunted Cities Vol. 4

one of my favourite games of all time. be sure to check the readme that comes with the files, you'll need it

haunted cities v4 was crazy

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ…. ʜᴏᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ꜱʜɪᴛ

My favorite Kitty Horrorshow games but described boringly

- You walk around an old house listening to a recorded lecture about architecture.

- You play as a girl helping her elderly grandmother with the gardening chores.

- You take a stroll around a city block listening to small talk from your neighbors.

- you explore a few empty, greyscale buildings and read some archeologist notes until you come back to the start with nothing.

- A lonely woman just lost her family and needs a friend. You wander aimlessly through the woods with no objective until she invites you to come inside.

- You run a corrupted zip file with an unhelpful gibberish name and the game closes itself after a couple minutes of glitchy, indiscernible visuals

[Read the Holy Book]

You open to a random page:

"The boy came to a clearing, where a great bloated tick wallowed in a shallow pond, and he found that he could not speak, for She had filled his mouth with leeches as he was running through the swamp..."

You open to a random page:

"You will know you have come to the kingdom of the Hierophant, for the roaches will have the teeth of men, and the wasps will have not stingers but tongues, and the worms will twist themselves into knots until they are torn and bleeding..."

You open to a random page:

"Her mother, whose head was full of the Tattered King's perverted songs, shut the girl in the attic, where blood dripped from between the teeth of the mad-eyed rocking horse and the spiders laughed like murderers..."

You open to a random page:

"The Priestess sank into the mud, which whispered to her as it filled her ears, and she felt His oils and secrets slide across the wrinkled flesh of her brain, and she shivered, and the knife burrowed under her ribs..."

You open to a random page:

"And She waited there, beneath the soil and the loam, fed with meals of consecrated blood, and the teeth and sinew and seed grew within her belly as she moaned and prepared to birth a coven of new daughters..."

"you good?"

no man, kitty horrorshow games make me cry

That one npc in the sewers of the Tenement was really spitting when they said

“That room was mine. They had no right. I paid my rent for a hundred years, who the hell are they to force me out? My skin is in those walls. The carpet knows how I taste. So much of my flesh and blood and puke and mucous has gone down those drains, just clogging up the pipes. I'm caught in the room's throat. I'm a part of it. Sometimes I would push myself against the wall and my skin would start to melt and the wallpaper would knit its way around me.

Such comfort, such sublime assurance. I'm an electrician, god dammit. I sew nerve endings to I-beams and open eyes and make towers scream. They can't do this to me. I'll go to the housing authority, that's what I'll do. I'll show them all the scars, those teethmarks up and down my arms, and I'll tell them to go to my apartment and check its breath and they'll smell my sweat on it and they'll know that it's mine.

You can't just evict someone from a place like that and give it to someone else, it'll chew them up, and anyway it's MINE. I've worked hard all my life. I don't ask for anything except a home that keeps me in its mouth. Who the hell do you think you are?”

I played Tenement for the experience that Jacob Geller sold me on but I tell you I came back, time and time again, for that specific area. It’s a whole vibe of its own and it has stuck with me for over a couple years now.

That one npc in the sewers of the Tenement was really spitting when they said

“That room was mine. They had no right. I paid my rent for a hundred years, who the hell are they to force me out? My skin is in those walls. The carpet knows how I taste. So much of my flesh and blood and puke and mucous has gone down those drains, just clogging up the pipes. I'm caught in the room's throat. I'm a part of it. Sometimes I would push myself against the wall and my skin would start to melt and the wallpaper would knit its way around me.

Such comfort, such sublime assurance. I'm an electrician, god dammit. I sew nerve endings to I-beams and open eyes and make towers scream. They can't do this to me. I'll go to the housing authority, that's what I'll do. I'll show them all the scars, those teethmarks up and down my arms, and I'll tell them to go to my apartment and check its breath and they'll smell my sweat on it and they'll know that it's mine.

You can't just evict someone from a place like that and give it to someone else, it'll chew them up, and anyway it's MINE. I've worked hard all my life. I don't ask for anything except a home that keeps me in its mouth. Who the hell do you think you are?”

Would you visit be honest

Grandmother’s Garden level loading/area transition screens hit in that some different kinda way I tell you, especially on replays, for their foreshadowing-

Bloodbells gather on their steel arms

scaled feet tacky with old blood

presaging some violence, calamity

taking their seats to wait for

the show to start

if you put your hands to the ground

and go real still, you can feel them

thumping down beneath the dirt

angry

suffocating forever, being drained

It feels like a coat made of leather leaves

it throbs and whispers

vital but not warm

you can feel fluid moving around inside of it

Somewhere there are places where

grass catches water from the sky

and if you run outside with no shoes or socks the ground is gentle and sweet

and nothing is buried there that can’t be talked about

She likes the song of crickets

And the swirling of the flies

And the way the scarlet locusts

Seem to hunger for her eyes

There’s blood beneath her fingernails

And bile on her boots

And a stirring in her stomach

From the singing of the roots

She shares her bed with insects

She sleeps away the light

Pretty soon her skin will blossom

So her veins can drink the night

Stay inside honey

watch your cartoons

you don't need to see what i'm doing out here

Oh,

to sink down in the tower and weep

as the fury of Her pain rips through my flesh

and the weight of her despair takes me under

and leaves behind my bones

like her false stones, forgotten on the shore.

Would She hear my prayer, or does She sleep

Far beneath the sand and seaward thresh?

Did her sisters tear her forever

asunder

could she be made less alone

if I followed her to be forgotten, another memory deplored?

Oh,

To dunk my head into that reddened stream

and float in the tunnels beyond the bounds

where the lost ones linger, and mutter, and

wallow in their past

and speaking without hearing,

forever stuck in another time.

Would I wallow too, stuck between the world and a dream;

Only by the next new trespasser to be found?

Would I join them to murmur and muse and idle while I rasp

Drinking it, always fearing

made too a prisoner of my mind?

Oh,

To be the offering laid at your feet, willingly or not

Or perhaps the reluctant acolyte breaking the earth.

Should I have been the keeper lapping from your well?

Or would you rather me as the blood within,

carried from the husk between your roots?

As either I’d learn the song of the trees, of bugs and rot.

I would be faithful to the soil, wrought to fill its dearth.

As either I’d know the sights of graves and bloodbells.

Imagine what beauty that’d flourish from the flavor of my sin,

If I joined the whispers beneath my boots.

Oh,

To follow the path that you carved for me,

the one that rounds the hill and leads to your home.

To bow at your throne of tendons and jaws,

and flayed by my welcoming host’s hands;

I’ll be stripped of skin, unwound, unraveled.

Certainly at once in hers I would truly be

as snug as the grub laid to fester in wasp’s comb,

Twsited and formed anew, witnessing with awe

as my fodder inspires someone else’s plans.

What a family I’ll find, down a road untraveled.

Oh,

To pursue you down to your starving center,

to feel the teeth clamp down and crush,

to be your hapless dweller betrayed

and feel the acid’s unforgiving burn.

Just how would your vengeance taste?

“So, so sorry” I may cry, too late to realize what I’ve done wrong.

What if I could be foolish enough to enter

and vivisect you from foundation to truss

and become your cruel traitor repaid,

given the punishment I must deserve?

A vagrant morsel, a hungry house: both wastes.

“Finally again,” we may sigh,

“evermore to someone I belong”

Zedd - Stay The Night ft. Hayley Williams

The modern dance in this video actually reminds me a lot of an episode of LXD called Duet, one of my favorite pieces of cinematography and choreography ever. 

Now, time to watch the cover by Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis!