The hunt is a fear entity from The Magnus Archives that deals with the fear of being chased and being prey. No cool name this time there’s no other name for the hunt sorry guys. Spotify link open.spotify.com/playlist/4tv...
0:01 Putting the dog to sleep- The Antlers 5:47 In the Woods Somewhere- Hozier 11:16 It Will Come Back- Hozier 15:49 Murders- Miracle Musical 19:31 That Unwanted Animal- The Amazing Devil 24:26 Cop Car- Mitski 27:27 The Wolf- SIAMES 30:34 Werewolf Gimmick- The Mountain Goats 33:05 Animal Cannibal- Possibly in Michigan 35:19 Run Rabbit Run![Slowed]- Flanagan and Allen
The first song feels cold, like bleeding out in the snow, hallucinating a choir, singing your fate, the hand of someone who loves you, and the for a split second, seeing the sky as it all fades, alive with stars
@@R4TSC0RN3Rxx The hunt is an entity in a fictional horror podcast called The Magnus Archives! It’s a really awesome podcast for those who like creepy short stories! I personally love to listen to it while making art!
I've somehow never heard of the hunt, but with the werewolf motif that seem to be in this playlist and my love for horror and unsettling folk music I may just have to check it out! Perfect for a night hike through the woods.
This is the perfect playlist for me drawing and headcanoning my characters, amazing honestly! I don't know the character you where referencing with this playlist but you just helped me work out two of my character's incomplete past and improved their relationships with the other characters I had. Thank you so much :) Also this shit BUSSIN.
Thank you I appreciate that! If you are interested I was referencing a fear entity from the Magnus archives podcast, it’s a good horror podcast I’d recommend it if you haven’t listened to it already.
the mind slows think of it, not of the house, dimly lit. eyes not low, the watchful eyes a show. their skin saved by ancestry, unlike us, ugly breed. souls covered in dust, no food to feed. hands beg for warmth, in the painful bed of snow. the tears freeze, provoked by stabbing breeze. no longer strong. saved by hard working past. no trip ever long, all feeling ever fast.
This Is actually one of the best playlists I've stumbled upon. I'm gonna save this and listen to it everytime I draw, go for trips/car trips or vibing with friends + 1 subscriber!
I had a random spark to make some art (just painting for me at the time). And not thinking I choose this playlist and holy shet. I knew I liked doing what the song was about, but reading a comment made me make the most delicious, gruesome, yet gorgeous character I have made in a long fcking time.
love the amazing devil! so fun to run into them outside of the witcher fandom lol. i don't know anything about TMA but the vibes here are so so tasty. immaculate job.
The stars would seem dimmer than usual in the mere pigmented sky. The moon being blinded by the thick clouds. The wind was slow and gentle. Yet there was something off about it. Every now and then will we have some rustling leaves, making us nearly 'snap' our necks like owls. Diokophobia. The fear of someone hunting us down and targeting us like we were prey. GUYS IM NEWGEN. IM NEWGEN IN TMA!!......>_
I had the thought while I was listening that I was gonna be really disappointed if it didn't include The Wolf - Siames, and then that was the next song lol This playlist is very creepy and I love it
The story this playlist gives me! (Will be updated as I come up with more for each song! If you choose to read this, then I hope you enjoy it! ^^) It’s a cold, snowy night, and you’re running through a forest. Your limbs ache and burn, and your chest is pounding. Your head feels like it’s spinning, and you feel drained. Everyone you care for, everyone you loved. They had all been taken from you, except for one. You’re trying to get to him, the aching sound of his voice begging for your help is still in the distance. Never seem to get close, but doesn’t seem to get far either. Wherever you go, you can’t find him. It’s getting on your nerves, but also causing an aching panic to swell in your chest, the feeling of something in your throat. It makes breathing difficult. You keep running, keep searching. That’s all you can do. After all, that one friend needs you. You are their final hope. But, where is he? How are you going to find him? After hours of searching, you finally find him, just hours too late. He was in the snow, blood seeping from his open neck. Tears swell in your eyes, and your limbs give out. You collapse onto your knees, and slowly crawl toward his corpse. Your friend is gone.. he really is gone. And, there is nothing you can do about it.. You hug his body, tears streaming down your face. You lay next to him, your body aches and burns. It became hard to move. You’re so.. drained. So tired. What now? What’s going to happen next? Is the torture finally over? Oh, how you hoped it was over.. You soon awake, your limbs still ached. You eye the dead body of your friend, who lay next to you. It has been a tiring couple of days, and you just wanted to curl away. But, you decide against it. You use whatever you can get your hands on, and dig through the snow and dirt, spike through the ice covering each layer. You bury your friend, and cover the grave in stones. You then make your way out of the forest, your vision red and your mind ran with angry thoughts. Your friends must be avenged, and what better way is that, then to give the man what he deserved? You approached a man’s house, the man behind the suffering of your friends. A small hand gun in hand (the type is up to you), you knock on his door. You grab the man, dragging him by the back of his shirt. The man squirmed, begging for mercy. His scared, pained voice was music to your angry ears, it was comforting to hear such an awful man beg for mercy.. you drag him into the forest, near your friend’s grave. The place you had collapsed moments earlier. The man is forced onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. “You took everyone from me. You took *everything* from me! Now, you kneel before me, begging for the mercy you never gave. After what you have done, you deserve no mercy..” That was all you could say to him, the expression of fear spilling onto his face. He begged and cried, such words fell on empty ears. After a few minutes of listening to his begging, his crying, you finally kill him. Three shots to the skull. One between the eyes, and one on each cheek. After all, he deserves it.. You drop the gun onto the blanket of snow, and make your way out of there. Revenge has been taken, and you feel tired. So tired.. Your limbs still ached, and your head spun. You collapse into the snow, just at the edge of the forest. Might as well rest for a bit… let the bitter cold of the snow carry you into a tired sleep, where you will lay until rescue arrives.
