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Kinophobia by Bruno Dias Explore a haunted movie studio. Learn the fates its tormented souls. End a curse inscribed in blood and celluloid.

Explore a haunted movie studio. Learn the fates of the tormented souls bound to it. End a 50-year curse inscribed in blood and celluloid.

KINOPHOBIA, my first piece of noncommercial interactive fiction in eight years, is now available to play.

brunodias.itch.io/kinophobia

There’s no such thing as the “genuinely disabled”

Disability is dynamic

Some disabilities are invisible. Some change day to day

You won’t always know a person is disabled unless they tell you

It’s a minority group you can join at any time, not a moral failing.

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look on my works and let me know if you have any questions! 🤗

easily one of the characters of. all. time.

it still hits 🥹

"3D Workers Island", a short horror story about a screensaver: yes-thread.com/3dwiscr

Also on Itch: mryes.itch.io/3dwiscr

Our feature artist/tutorial for today is this WONDERFUL & ESSENTIAL page on the placement of BODY FAT on figures by the talented @marinscos! REAL BODY SHAPE VARIETY is a part of what makes us all beautiful, and that should be reflected in our art. I LOVE this. #ART #anime #ARTIST

It had tricked its captors into taking it to me not because it had some kind of grand strategy but because it needed me.

Today's Doll of the Day is Earring Magic Ken, a Barbie doll released by Mattel in 1993. He was chosen in honor of Site Editor doggowoof's Birthday! Happy Birthday! 🥳(October 25th, 2025)

me when something is going to drive my evil deeds to their ultimate fruition and i love fruition

I recognized it from a transport embarkation schedule on the station I had gone to after leaving Port FreeCommerce. “That’s—” That’s ART, I almost said on the feed, like an idiot.

Text: A computer can never be horny, therefore a computer can never make art

Dead Operators All the Way Down by Everett Alistair Something’s in the stalactites, Operator 46 thinks. He shines his light over the needle-sharp protrusions covering the ceiling but there’s nothing, only shadow.

day 10 - Dead Operators All The Way Down by Everett Alistair in Augur. cave horror is so scary because caving is already scary. but theres also the thing lurking in the darkness? augursociety.org/dead-operato...

arghhh i want to learn to sew for the dolls, but >actually starting...

So You Want to Write Iambic Pentameter In which I share the dirty secrets of the world's least useful skill

Six years ago, I wrote most of the Tragedian dialogue for Pathologic 2 in iambic pentameter. I'm back now doing the same for Pathologic 3. I figured it was helpful to write a guide on *how* I did it – in case I get hit by a bus and the team has to carry on without me.

azhdarchid.com/so-you-want-...

Human Voices - Lightspeed Magazine In its dreams, the thing they call “Kos” sleeps deep and drowned in the clutch of the ice-cold trenches, where the pressure is a loving clasp around its arms and tail, where it is near-disintegrate, m...

day 8 - Human Voices by Isabel J. Kim in Lightspeed. excellent siren story + family drama www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/huma...

wait, ooh la la the french kitty doll is awesome. that silhouette!

Today's Doll of the Day is Ooh La La, a French Kitty doll released by Madame Alexander in 2005. (October 6th, 2025)

day 6 - Old Prints and Fresh Snow by Ayida Shonibar - gorgeous and sad... i had to go back and read it again after i finished!! tasavvurnama.com/old-prints-a...

warmup 🩰

I hate it when ART is right.

The Reunion Having any kind of heartbeat at eighty-four years was a good sign, right?

day 3 - The Reunion by Angela Song. OLD LADY HEIST!!! aaww.org/the-reunion/

happy october, here are my silly halloween stories about a scarecrow apocalypse on a dying webforum and its companion story about a corn maze apocalypse on a platform for reviewing corn mazes

Knowing what would happen, she wouldn’t choose a different planet, a different bond company. Because then SecUnit would still be someone’s property, would be waiting for the contract where the negligence or greed or indifference of its clients got it killed.

3LBE Magazine - The Barrens by Octavia Cade The first body found belonged to a stranger. That made it easier to forget, after the first fascinating horror, even if the circumstances were gruesome.

day 2! the barrens by octavia cade in 3lbe. the narrator's voice is so fun in this one. www.3lobedmag.com/issue45/3lbe...

Safe Face - Nightmare Magazine To save face, turn away from the sun. Turn away from the spatter of cold rain against the cheek, away from the hard light of the moon at its roundest, away from the snow-flecked wind, away from the ba...

off to a spooky start with ash huang's safe face www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/safe...

Today's Doll of the Day is Wave 3 Clawdeen Wolf, a Monster High Generation 1 doll released by Mattel in 2012. (September 28th, 2025)

Four frames comic about two types of Isekai I found and read lately. The first frame shows a young man with a sword. He says: "My name is Josh Itcantbehelped and I used to be a loser before a car crash brought me to a world where I am a god and half the population is made of SLAVE CATGIRLS". The second frame shows him crying and clenching his fist, with many a cat behind him, wearing bikinis. He says "To make it here I guess I have no choice but to own as many catgirls as I can...how tragic...". The third frame shows another character from another type of Isekai. She's a woman with a fluffy dress. She says "My name is Elise Robespierre and after being hit by a truck of terminal cancer I am now in my favorite 900 pages novel. With many a hot man.". The fourth frame shows her giving a board presentation to citizens, with graphs and pictures of plants on it. She says: "Hello citizens. This is my plan to modernize the agricultural system and prevent any further plague by creating medicine [...] taxes which ..." the text becomes unreadable as she keeps talking to her captive audience.

Been trying to read some isekai lately.

My name, my real name, is private, but the name ART called me wasn’t something humans could say or even access. It was my local feed address, hardcoded into the interfaces laced through my brain.