AGAIN. I MIGHT BE PUSHING IT TWICE NOW. I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS!

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AGAIN. I MIGHT BE PUSHING IT TWICE NOW. I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS!
I AM SO SORRY!
found Polites' house.
I AM SO SORRY!
Mark my words. Tserriednich will die via Hisoka.
This is my attempt on their encounter:
He will encounter Hisoka somewhere, he's alone. He knows who he is, he knows he is dangerous.
He looks at the future, he sees himself making a preemptive move, he dies.
He's back, nope not that way.
He looks again, he tries to feint an attack and make a counter, he still dies.
Another try, another feint. Die.
Hmm... "It would debase myself, but maybe pretend to be civil and surrender", Yeah sure. Try being a duplicitous against a typical transmuter, especially Hisoka. That's going to go well. Before he even knew it, he dies.
"It seems this person is just bloodthirsty. Maybe I can reason with him. Bribe him." He offers wealth. Dies.
He offers women. Dies.
He offers whatever he wants. Dies.
He is sweating bullets now. Seemingly no escape.
He idled too long, and Hisoka got bored. Dies.
NO! Waiting too much is wrong, too. What the fuck do I do?
He thinks of running away back where he came from, find a guard to fight him or at least slow him down.
5 cards find themselves buried on his head upon turning. Dies.
He shouts for help, his throat is cut. Dies.
He does things he did before hoping something has changed. Nothing.
within the next 10 or so seconds, he sees everything he can possibly do, but beyond that time is blackness.
Finally, his heart gave out, his mind mushed, his eyes unfocused. He tries begging. Dies.
It would be a gift to him, the finality of death. But Death shall be the last thing Tserriednich would find.
Nen would usually remain, sometimes strengthen post-mortem.
Tserriednich is of no exception. As he drifts from this world to the next, he sees not into the future, but to the past.
He sees himself with his victims, he sees himself enjoying the finer things in life he can afford being the prince.
He sees himself embarking on a gigantic ship.
He sees himself discovering nen.
and he sees himself dying all over and over again.
For this comet to return
"You know something cool?" "No, what?" "Comets", she says, unprompted while they were stargazing.
The country hillside they were on was dark, so the sky is lit up with in its natural splendour.
"Hmmm… how so?" "They're way out there, like beyond the planet Pluto." "Pluto's not a planet anymore." "Ok, now by modern definitions, Pluto is not a planet but- OK. That's another topic for next time." "So beyond the dwarf planet Pluto" "…" "…", the momentary silence followed by their mutual giggling.
"Anyway…. so comets." "Comets." "They're just out there, and every I don't know… Decades, sometimes centuries, they come back." "Yeah?" "Well not everyone of them gets to come back though. Some get gravity assisted the heck out of our system. Yeeted to the void, never to return again." "That's… a bit sad to think about." "Yeah, but I think that's amazing. Maybe in the far future, it'll reach another system and find a new star to visit. Maybe it's just a very large orbit, and it'll return in a thousand years. Maybe it won't. I just…" "Yeah?" "I am just grateful that Earth is small enough for humans that two persons can meet at one point in their lives… Separate… and then meet each other again, completely different." She holds her hand tightly, never letting her gaze drift from the sky.
A meteor streaks across the violet firmament and then another. and then another.
"Oh… hey a shooting star. Make a wish" "Don't need to." "Really? What was it?" She finally breaks her stargazing, and stares at her eyes, maybe even deeper. She gaze upon her as lovingly as she did with the stars above, taking a moment.
TW: Death, Blood, slightly gory but not really
A Part From You
I saw you waiting for me at midnight. The airport was nearly empty, and my flight was delayed because of the storm. I thought you’d be back at your apartment, quietly sleeping now, but seeing you slumped on that chair, still holding that placard with my name on it, made my eyes tear up and it burnt my skin. It took all my strength not to just hug you tight and kiss your stupid caring face then and there, but I didn’t want to wake you up. So I went to your side, and have you lean over me. When you saw me, there was a brief flicker of confusion, then your eyes softened when you saw Noir, my kitten, curled on my lap. We laughed like old times, and wandered into the night in search of food, with your warm hand in mine.
It took almost a year after you died, but I managed to move on, carrying a piece of you with me at all times. I started dating again, casual at first, but gradually I started making serious commitments, each new person a faint echo of you.
Rema was a kind soul, sweet, like you - except he hated that one movie you loved. We argued about it for hours, and clearly that couldn’t work. I talked it out with him one night, and eventually he poured out his heart to me. A day later, and we were good. You were cooking your favorite dish again, you and I watched your favorite movies, we slept together. It was like it was before.
“I’ve been having nightmares lately. Dreamt that I died, it was painful.”, you told me one night, “I feel like I’ve forgotten some… things. It’s all hazy.”. I helped ease you with some tea I brewed myself. But it could only delay the inevitable. Things started to sour as the month went on, so I was forced to bury that relationship.
I met Herodytheus just a week after that, and I am ashamed to say I fell hard. They were almost like you except better, at least that’s what they wanted to show. They keep trying to one-up every memory of you that I had, and for two weeks, I didn’t mind. But in my thoughts, all I of it was you. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one fixated on you. They were insecure, jealous of your memory, accusing me of always comparing them to you. Oh, they were right though. How could anyone measure up to you? But I can fix that.
We traveled, like we had always planned before you got sick. You led the way, your hand always in mine. I couldn’t let you go, not even for a second. I felt you stir at dawn, but I held you back, as if by doing so, I could keep you with me forever. But then you went overboard. You said you wanted a cruise, and I gave in. The police couldn’t find their body, but I did not care about that. Families and friends sent me “Sorry for your loss” cards and my neighbors keep trying to comfort me when they see me. But I was just confused. Why are they sad? You weren’t gone.
Not really.
I found someone in a bar at night. They were just passing through. New in town. You don’t have to be jealous; I didn’t really commit to memory half the things that they said. I even forgot their name. I promise “I didn’t really want to drive through that storm”, they said. It didn’t really take long before we’re out of there, in my car, to my apartment.
I basically dragged them into the dark, my apartment shrouded in shadows, the storm knocking out the lights. I laid them down the bed and took off their top as I grabbed my saw and methodically carved their flesh until I reach their heart, gently excising it while it’s still beating. I produced a small box that contained your calcified heart, it’s cold now and dead, but soon enough, it will be full of life. Oh I can’t wait to hear it beat again.
I placed your heart inside their chest and stitched the flesh together, desperate and trembling. The storm howled outside, the lightning flashing closer and closer. “Revertere, anima ex mortuis. Cor tuum vocat, tuae carni redeas.”, my chant rose in the darkness while a green glowing fog surrounded their body.
The moment seemed to stretch forever, until the glow sinks into your skin, and the light faded. I touched your chest, and felt it warm under my fingers. And I heard it – your hearbeat.
I stroke your hair, as I admire you once more. “Wake up sleepy head~”, I crooned close to your ears.
You woke up with a jump, as if startled. You glared at me with your green eyes. Oh your sweet twitching eyes, I could get lost in them for hours. I held your hands, obviously quivering from excitement.
“Where am I? Why am I here? I… I was gone.”, you asked. “Oh you know you could never be far from me, you’re enchanted by me, admit it.”, I answered, “Your heart is already mine.” I continued as I traced your healed chest scar.
“I just want to rest. Let me go… please.”, you pleaded. “But babe, why would you want that”, I asked, “When we can spend eternity together. We just need a fresh supply of bodies and we’re good.”
You were inconsolable, crawling towards the door, trying to escape. Being generally ungrateful for your third life… fifth… twentieth? I lost count.
“Just end my misery, I can’t take it anymore. In my mind, all I hear are screams.” Why are you being so irritating, why can’t you see that I did this for you? You can’t even appreciate all the efforts I’ve done? I inch closer and closer, taking my time to observe your new body. “Hmmm… this one has dirty toe nails… we can work on that, right babe?”
Just when I managed to reach you, you grabbed the broom by the door and smacked my head with it. You must forgive me, babe, I must have lost my patience. I do that sometimes. You know how it goes.
When my vision returned, I have your throat surrounded by my hands. You didn’t even struggle, it was effortless and your heart is silent, once again.
I am frustrated at you. I screamed, throwing myself at the walls, shattering everything in my path. Why wouldn’t you stay? After everything I’d done... Why wouldn’t you stay? All I want is to be with you, you said you want that too. Were you lying? No, you weren’t, you loved me as well. I just need to make you understand. You just have to understand.
I’ll make you understand.
One more body. One more heart. I prepare myself. You and I, together.
Soon.
nami was the camera woman (paid handsomely with interest of course)
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There are so many great Tumblr Blog stories here! But things are best when organized! Here you are! I’m going to use Tumblr Blaze in a couple weeks to spread this to everyone, but if all of you can reblog this to everyone you know, we can spread the joys of Tumblr to EVERYONE!
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27. Shark hero was about to go rogue
28. Grandma lives in the woods comic
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30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)
31. It’s A Date comic
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34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic
35. Robot Apocalypse
36. The Statues That Do Not Weather
37. Kushiel
38. Tooth Fairy
39. Alien abduction
40. Felonious wish-granting
41. When humans met actual space orcs
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i am tired i am done i want to give up
everyday when i wake up i lie to myself and it kills me every second i spend the whole day at work
i fake a smile a convo enthusiasm when presenting something
every critique of my work i used to take with much gusto but now even compliments burden my soul
when i go home god spins a roulette on how it would end
it doesnt matter what i do i always feel like i lost
the only reprieve i have is the moment when i wallow through the ever expanding content in the internet to fill up the void that i just can't seem to fill
A thousand subscriptions, channels, follows, fanfics, books to take my mind out of things yet everytime i drift closer and closer to sleep i get a mini panic attack and it spirals on and on and on until i wake up and it's another day