Sololoso @Sololoso@mastodon.social

Oh wow, I forgot to make an #introduction toot!

- 27
- Artist
- He/him
- Central New York state

Likes: Halloween stuff, cooking, winter, horror, egalitarianism, devil girl art, oddball humor, sex positivity, bi things

Dislikes: Ranch dressing, authoritarianism, fascism, regression, constant insincerity

Looking for Art Work: Yes

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Oh boy I love periodic ANY-JOINT SUBLUXATION.

This is a lie. I don't love it. I hate it.

Y'all, have you ever noticed that in a lot of the world the outdoors is like...

...oppressively green?

THERE'S SO MUCH GREEN. IT'S TOO MUCH.

In the meantime, here's some bike trail pics!

Hey what's up still present, just very easily exhausted by social media. I tend to flit between different platforms as the mood strikes because keeping up with all of them constantly is EXHAUSTING.

And it's never made quite clear what exactly is pursuing them, if anything at all. They hear the horns, the lights go out for a split second and when they come back up something has been TAKEN from them, with all the gut-wrenching agony of body and psyche that causes.

I'm not gonna say what ending I'm thinking of because that's obviously not gonna be as good as what some of you are thinking, but I dunno, it feels like a movie I'd want to watch.

So by the end they're these bleeding, shivering wrecks that are filled with little but hate for and fear of each-other because they all suspect just a little that maybe whoever's blowing the horn doesn't want all three of them. And each of them has their own justification for why the other two deserve life just a little less than they do, so there's always that creakingly taut wire of tension in the background of "will they, won't they".

So every time they hear the horns blow there's this desperate struggle they make of whether or not to do something to themselves or each-other or wait for something to be done to them, and they get more and more desperate as the intervals get shorter and shorter.

Okay so aside from the elevator pitch I had this whole neat setup where you hear the horns blow in the distance very faintly every time interpersonal tension ratchets up between them, and they discover that with a little sacrifice (willing or not) you can delay the next horn.

As dawn comes and goes with no sign of light, they begin to hear the droning of distant horns. Every time a horn blows, something is taken from them, flesh and mind. Can they make it to safety before they disappear altogether?

"THE WILD HUNT"

In this diner they bear witness to a hideous cruelty that binds them as unwilling participants in an ancient sacrament. With only one working vehicle and no refuge for the next ??? miles, they are forced to flee, death nipping at their heels.

Horror movie elevator pitch:

The paths of three people meet in a decrepit diner off a less-traveled highway. Each is pursued: the first, guilty of a horrendous crime; the second, hounded by a remorseless killer; the third, doomed to die of a cruel disease.

That being said, here are some pictures of the bike trail I've been using lately.

I am bad at social media!

I'll definitely be sharing the module when I'm done, by the way. Here's a sneak peek. At 17 pages so far.

I swear I'm still alive. Working on writing a new 5E adventure and trying to chill out for a bit. Sorry if you've missed me!

Looking back and realizing I haven't been touched in three years. Yikes.

I'm bad at social media because every now and then I feel the urge to just socially hibernate for like three weeks and go radio silent.

He gives me wings, though he'd never see it. When I'm around him I always feel the urge to look up, like he's high above, ever out of reach. His touch is cautious, but I can feel the wind in it. I smile again, thinking of this night and the many to come. I'll dream of flying.