printing grounds

doors in survival horror/horror vidya
  • Silent Hill: The door is rusted shut. It also has no knob and isn't real. None of these doors are. What, did you think we'd let you in any of these doors? Fucking idiot.
  • Resident Evil: This door requires an absurdly specific key only obtainable by doing an absurd puzzle. Why is everything in this building fucking locked?
  • Resident Evil 4: Just kick the door in half. You don't give a fuck. Fuck this guy's house, it's my house now.
  • Haunting Ground: Go print out some words on a stone printer. They're like keycards. But rocks.
  • Rule of Rose: Some little fucker is going to shut the door on you. What a prick.
  • Dino Crisis: I hope you like scrabble.
  • Dino Crisis 2: It seems that someone misplaced a large vehicle into this door. Go find a key in a pond to open the other door.
  • Fatal Frame: Hey I hope you like doing silly puzzles because here's a clock, go ahead and input that time you read about earlier.
  • Left 4 Dead: I mean, yeah, that door opens, but the hunter behind it isn't going to make things easier for you. Oops, it was just a horde.
  • Penumbra: Well that door's right fucked, innit? You see those boxes over there? You know what to do.
  • Amnesia: Same as above but with Mr. Struts on your ass the entire time.
  • S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: If it's a locked door, you're gonna need a keycode. Hope you're ready to fight the burer behind it. The pseudogiant, too.
  • X-COM: There's a lobsterman behind that door. Don't open it. Don't even open the sub door. There's lobstermen out there. Time to leave.
  • Cryostasis: You're going to have to go into some guy's memories and make it so that he doesn't get dead to get through this door. Or maybe a bear's memories. Awesome.
  • Lifeline: OPEN DOOR. OPEN THAT DOOR. OPEN KITCHEN DOOR. OPEN DOOR. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AAAAAA JESUS CHRIST RIO PLEASE I BEG OF YOU OPEN THE DOOR
  • Echo Night Beyond: Look through some really slow moving cameras until you figure out what you need to open the door, then proceed to immediately make a mad dash for the items while a ghost of a little girl kinda jogs towards you in an apparently immensely threatening fashion because your heart rate is literally breaking 300 bpm whenever she's within 3 feet of you.

Hashiguchi Goyo (Japanese, 1880-1921)

Woman at her Toilet
Color Woodcut With Mica Ground (20-1/16 in. x 14-3/16 in.)
1918

The signs as unicorns
  • Aries: Flaming mane, pale coat with brown eyes that turn red in the light; deep adventurous scars along the snout, jagged crimson horn.
  • Taurus: Earthy green coat with a dark, verdant mane in which deciduous tree plants and leaves grow; sage colored eyes and a beaming viridian horn that emits sunlight.
  • Gemini: Bright maroon mane with wildflowers weaved in, rosy coat with fuchsia spots scattered on the flanks and cheeks; eyes the color of red wine and a horn made of pure garnet.
  • Cancer: Light airy blue coat with azure blue blush on the flanks, seashells twined in a beryl-tinted mane; long white seafoam fur skirted around the legs to the hoofs.
  • Leo: Blazing mane and a flickering coat; glowing scarlet eyes and hoofs that leave burnt prints in the ground with each step, exhales steam from the snout.
  • Virgo: Cool, long, lush mane with coniferous plants and pine cones growing within it; a deep jade colored coat with tawny spots along the flanks, sheds tears of tree sap.
  • Libra: Long glossy silver mane and a slick, lustrously purple orchid colored coat; precious gems encrusted on the hoofs, pure white irises and a rosy blush.
  • Scorpio: Deep blood mane that bears red roses with a crimson coat; walks as if on glass, pressuring black eyes and a sharp black horn with rose thorns spiraled around it.
  • Sagittarius: Dark royal blue coat with white spots splattered across like stars in the sky, mane black as the night; shining eyes that twinkle.
  • Capricorn: Snow white mane whose surface accumulates snowflakes, a wintry pale blue coat from which permafrost is emitted; long white eyelashes and glacial eyes, longish wispy snow fur spread around the legs and hoofs.
  • Aquarius: Pastel blue coat with a fluorescent pink blush along the flanks, softer pink mane with sparkles spread across; lavender irises and a horn made of diamond.
  • Pisces: Rosy curled mane with tied bows, a peachy coat with pink gold enveloping the hoofs; a horn glossed in pink lacquer, magenta sparkling eyes.

In our house flowers grew
from the drains in our marble sinks
slippery vines wrapped around banisters
and autumn leaves fell from ceiling vents

The walls in our house
breathed
soft on some nights, heavy through others
and oh how they blushed

Our floors were crumbling
right beneath our feet
giving way to the ocean
that tumbled there like the beating of our hearts

Lightbulbs in our house
had minds of their own
flickering when they pleased or glowing through 2am
just to keep us up with our feelings

There were footsteps in the halls
and muddy paw prints
ground into the carpet
even when no one was home

That was why we stayed so long.

—  A.O.A.M. || Our House Lived

Gerhard Richter
Seestück II
Seascape II
1970

60 cm x 45 cm Editions CR: 31b
Offset print on lightweight textured card


Yellow, red, blue, and black offset print with white ground, on white lightweight cardboard with granulated texture.Based on a montage of photographs taken by the artist during a trip to the Canary Islands in 1969.

30 copies with white ground, signed and dated in graphite pencil at bottom right, numbered in Roman numerals at bottom left.

Who Really Wins?

Boy: Soccer!Luke
Type: smut-ish?
Warnings: Contains some smut
Word Count: 1538
A/N: Soccer Luke is my obsession please god 


The field was covered by his cleat prints, the ground soft and not much like a field anymore. His orange cleats were caked with layers of grass stains and mud. In fact, his entire outfit was covered in mud and sweat.

He had been practicing for hours, his determination to be the best he could be for the state championship game was far stronger than that of his team mates. Calum had stayed an hour after the initial practice with the whole team to play some defense on Luke. After Calum had left, Luke worked on his passing game to imaginary team members. He had asked me if I could play goalie, which lasted about twenty minutes before he got frustrated and decided to run to punish himself.

I sat on the practice bench, my body cold from the last two hours without sunlight. Luke’s hair was wet from a mixture of the rain from an hour earlier and his sweat. He hadn’t stopped for the last hour straight. He didn’t say a word to me nor did he even take the time to have a sip of water. He was pushing himself too hard and his body was visibly weak.

I placed the blanket that had been my main source of warmth off to the side and walked over to where Luke stood, the ball under his left foot. “Luke,” I spoke softly as he wiped the sticky sweat off of his forehead with his drenched practice jersey. I placed my hand around his torso as he breathed heavily and collapsed in my arms.

“I know this isn’t fun for you, but I can’t screw up like I did at sectionals.” His eyes were soft with a regret very foreign to his body.

“Honey, you didn’t screw up. You guys still won.” I kissed his cheek softly as he wrapped me tighter in his body. I could feel his body relaxing as the seconds passed by while neither of us talked.

“I’m sorry you’re all sweaty now,” he laughed, pulling away and kicking the ball toward his car.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I was completely covered in your sweat.” The images of last week’s after-the-game celebration with the two of us still danced softly through my memory. He smiled, knowing exactly what I was referring to.

“Just imagine how tomorrow will be if we actually win.” The idea of all the built up anticipation to the event all being released after a season of straight work was one I couldn’t quite wrap my head around.

“Well, you need to relax now. You will be up before dawn to practice because I know you too well and you need sleep if you want to be on your A-game tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead and agreed that he needed some sleep.

He took off his sweaty jersey and threw it on the back seat as we got in the car. “Put a shirt on, you stripper,” I laughed, his eyes looking me up and down.

“Will my lucky charm be sleeping in my bed tonight,” he asked.

“Depends. What do I get out of it?”

“Depends. What do I get tomorrow,” he retorted, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Awh, someone wants a victory blowjob… Not gonna happen. You owe me from last week, love.” His eyes were dark as he pulled away from the school. The entire scene was dark with only his headlights lighting the path in front of us.

“Even after 8 hours of practice, I could still destroy you,” he mentioned casually.

“Doubt it,” I casually challenged him. I knew right away that I shouldn’t have said anything. He parked the car on the side of an abandoned road, killing the engine immediately as he climbed over the console and onto my body.

“Say what,” he challenged back, his face way above mine but still close enough to feel his heavy breaths.

“I said that I doubt you could destroy me because you are weak. You might hurt yourself trying to be the bulky athletic male you are in the bedroom.” He laughed slightly, obviously amused by what I had to say.

“You are so cute when you try and challenge me.”

“You are so cute when you think you are the dominate one in this relationship.” He kissed my neck right then, melting me from the inside out.

“And I am the weak one,” he laughed.

“You play too many games,” I grabbed for his body to pull him closer.

“You aren’t in control here, remember.” He pulled me to the back seat within seconds, though I still ended up being on the bottom.

“I can see it now,” I laughed, as he kissed all along my jawline, “the announcer will say that ‘Luke Hemmings, number sixteen, captain and star player will not be playing in today’s game for he tried to be dominate and completely failed.’”

“Fuck off,” he huffed as his sweaty body continued with the kisses down my own. I knew I shouldn’t have challenged him, but he had been so caught up in soccer the last week that I had been neglected.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just missed you the last week.” He shushed me as he stripped me bare. I longed for the sticky connection of our bodies, something that would end after the season was over. I would miss the captain of the winning team kissing me after the game, his sweat seeping through my own clothes.

I grabbed his hair and ran my fingers through it. I wanted his lips on mine but he was against letting me control any of this. He took his time finding a condom which made me even more antsy.

“If this isn’t the best sex of your life,” he stated as he began putting on his condom, “then I will rent a hotel room tomorrow and we will have romantic, passionate sex. If, which I’m already certain this will be the outcome, is the best sex of your life, you owe me a pre-game blowjob and my choice of foreplay tomorrow after the game.” I technically won either way. If he was going to do his best to make tonight end in his favor, I was going to be getting the best sex of my life. If it wasn’t the best sex ever, then I would get my favorite type of sex tomorrow which wasn’t too shabby either.

“You have yourself a deal.” He smiled a beautiful smile and kissed my lips, biting a little. He left me hanging just as I was about to wrap myself around him and went to kiss my inner thigh. I was extremely weak for his butterfly kissed, as he knew good and well. He was going to win this bet by bringing out all of the stops, but I wasn’t going to deny myself the pleasure of his love for my own complex.

He began by lightly waving his tongue around the entrance of my vagina, a soft and gentle rhythm moving the two of us in sync. He was best when he went slow, and he knew that. He grabbed my legs to pull me into his mouth even further. He kissed the inside as gently as he could, my body reacting the way it had the first time he had experimented with his techniques.

I was overcome by a euphoria that washed out my thoughts about this whole thing as round one completed. He crawled back up my body, his hands exploring and engaging every part of my body. It felt very much like his version of gentle and romantic sex, but it didn’t last long.

In a sudden contrast, he hovered over my body with his penis ready for penetration. I absolutely hated being hammered into like I was some kind of target for repetitive hits. He pushed in softly, out of surprise. His eyes maintained strong contact with my own as he pulled out and pushed with all of his power. This sent my head into the backseat door along with the sensation that he had just hit the perfect spot. He then repeated this, but it involved many different spots of pleasure that I wasn’t use to feeling in our normal times of personal play.

It ended with a double orgasm and a face of satisfaction from Luke. “So, what time should I schedule my blowjob for,” he asked confidently.

“Unfortunately, that hit to the door cost you all of your points. But, since you have obviously been doing your research on the vagina, I think it’s only fair that you get a blowjob.” He smiled, kissing my lips softly. “But, I also get slow and romantic and gentle sex tomorrow. I want it all night.” He smiled again.

“Only for my number one fan.” His body fell weak next to mine in the backseat of the car, barely enough room for the both of us. He pressed his naked body against mine as he ran his hands up and down the front of my body. “I’m in love you.”

“I’m in love with you,” I whispered as his heartbeat steadied and his breath became even.