I’m celebrating Halloween by reposting my favorite creepy artwork, H. R. Van Dongen’s 1980 cover to ‘The Grotto of the Formigans,’ by Daniel Da Cruz. The Formigans are a hive-mind-style swarm of underground monsters that need human hosts. The good news: They’ll feed you something that makes you immortal. The bad news: It also paralyzes you, and they’ll use your body to grow the fungus that keeps them alive.

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Reblog to be impregnated by Satan!

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how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world

Porcelain Cracks

She rolls over to inhale a fresh breath of cat fur It’s 4pm on the dot and she skipped the daylight again If only she could sleep with the sun like normal people There’s a humming sound loud in her ears, a stinging pain above her right eye that never seems to dissipate She whispers a song to tune out the voices reminding her that she’s alone The screaming outside her walls have quieted to a dull roar now It barley penetrates in comparison Wasting time, barley alive, in a sinking ship of fear and shame An hour passes, maybe two before finally getting out of bed reluctantly Washes away yesterday’s dried tears from her face There’s almost a glimpse of hope for the challenge of the night But it’s quickly lost when greeting herself in the mirror She holds her head in her shaking hands, unsteady on her feet An earthquake erupts once more between her eardrums Over and over again, she tries to escape the reality of broken promises burned in her memory They smack her down on her ass, making her their bitch She grits her teeth and falls back surrendering to vidid flashbacks Tearing at her locks beating against the wall It’s a seemingly never ending game of lust vs loss After taking a moment to mourn and let out the ache The scene goes silent again Her eyes drifting in and out of focus Thankfully her conscious harshly barks at her to get up Dirty bathroom floors are no place for breakdowns Slowly but surely as the night goes on she retreats into her imagination “A happy place” most people would view as a nightmare Where scarred skin of warm bodies meet under cold blue light to preform a cleansing Where her knuckles clenched at the sheets turning them white and abdomens strain hard A place where physical pain is welcomed emotional hurt is banished Where two souls can find peace between lapses of power in the struggle It’s a fantasy she can envision all too well And it drags her to bed Where addiction has won And flesh once spoke aloud through porcelain cracks

-Hannah Havoc

Awww baby poem

At the Gates of Dis by Kim Jakobsson