Was too busy to make a halloween thing this year, but enjoy this small story about love, old ladies and good etiquette about sharing a bathroom
the comic was made for last year’s halloween @liliesanthology but it just got oublished on this year Corpse Lily vol, check it and consider buying it if you are into some fine scary ladies romance
For as far back as I could recall, I had always taken solace within their filtered light. The earthy smells, the solitude, those were things I craved. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the heart of the forest and forget the world around me.
It was little wonder that the locals began to speculate about me.
I lived with a spinster aunt at the edge of the forest in an old Victorian farmhouse. She’d inherited it from her parents long ago, and while she no raised cows for milking, she did maintain the barn and fields. I helped her with her gardens, and with the housework, and in return she allowed me to keep a horse.
some things that horror movie culture has taught you are scary…. are just ableist
….clarify?
okay sure. psychosis? scarier to have than to know someone who has it. DID? im more a threat to myself than people around me. wheelchairs and psych meds? are tools that help people live more functional and flexible lives and are not judgments of the persons character and for sure are not scary things. and for real, intellectually disabled people are not threats, but movies love to make them villains because they act different and understand the world differently. and people with notable physical differences? people who’s bodies look different? people with scars, growths, amputations, etc? are literally just people. and seeing themselves painted like monsters on the big screen is absolutely sickening and damaging to how society will see them.
its not only bad writing but its extremely harmful to people who actually live with conditions that are misrepresented in media. when i found out i had DID, my mom freaked out because her only point of reference was Sybil. when i was younger and first went on psych meds, i thought it meant i was set on a track to be a bad person, because in so many movies and video games you find out the bad guy has medication in his bed side table for some sort of psych disorder. the worst thing a hallucination has ever made me do was wake my mom up at 3 AM to check my bathroom to see if the bugs i saw everywhere were real and the worst thing an “episode” of any sort has made me do is hurt myself. my ptsd doesnt make me kill people, my alters dont kidnap people, my autism doesnt make me so morally unaware that ill murder for senselessly, my ocd doesnt make me hurt people etc etc etc
literally the only “horror” is the ableism. and the only way you can write good horror about disability and mental illness is if the focus is on how society and the medical field treat us rather than focusing on how we are apparently so scary, threatening, and bad.
The song “Jolene” but the singer never stops describing Jolene, going into more and more details and getting more and more disturbing until you’re not sure what Jolene is except that you’re afraid of her.
♪ your teeth are sharp / your mouth agape your claws rend flesh / there’s no escape from the judgement of the Eldritch One, Jolene ♪
He screams about you in his sleep and when he wakes, does naught but weep in terror, of the one they call Jolene
blackening the summer skies
with burning wings and countless eyes
we tremble at the sight of you, Jolene
♪ we cower here beneath your gaze that sets the earth and sky ablaze have mercy at the end of days, Jolene
As far as missing persons go, I’d say about half the calls I get are related to that. The others are rescue calls; people who fall down cliffs and hurt themselves, get injured by fire (you wouldn’t believe how often this happens, mostly drunk kids), get bitten or stung by animals or insects. We’re a tight team, and we have veterans who are excellent at finding signs of lost people. That’s what makes these cases where we never find any trace of them so frustrating. One in particular was upsetting for all of us, because we did find a trace of them, but it just led to more questions than answers. An older man had been hiking alone on a well-established trail, but his wife called to say that he hadn’t come home when he should have.
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