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anyone that portrays a modern au link as a cool trendy hipster boy is wrong, link is the weird horse kid who owns and takes pictures of himself with his sword
this is what you mean right
wow its him. its link
List of cryptid beings I have met so far:
A goldfish as big as a child, his golden scales gleaming even through the muddy waters.
A really small, really old man wearing a well fitted navy blue suit complete with a navy blue bowler hat and a golden pocket watch. He smelled strongly of perfume and his white beard looked very well kept.
More fish. It was night time, there was a single patch of light throughout the whole pond. In said patch, two carp circled each other in perfect harmony. (Felt like that one avatar scene)
I was wandering about near a waterfall. In order to leave this place I needed to go up the steepest hill ever (it was slippery too). I was halfway up when a man, only wearing swimming shorts and a pair of rubber boots, kindly asked me where the nearest body of water was located. I told him and watched in confusion as the man went by (half walking and half slipping).
(Will add on to this whenever I meet more of them)
Additions:
I was standing in front a shelf when a kind old man stopped by. Nothing unusual, until he whispered "Giiiiiiiiiirrrlllll" in my general direction. I looked at him, asking him if everything was alright. He then told me in a very quiet voice,"That shelf is one meter long (...) it has been here for a while" before leaving me with that knowledge.
Every pet my grandmother has owned, ever. Like the giant golden retriever who absolutely despised one specific cat but loved the other cat so much he frequently took her for walks. Or like the budgies she owned. One of the budgies was able to talk very well, often saying things like "Pucki is a good boy!" or "Where is dad? He's out drinking again!". (The budgies name was Pucki, I roughly translated his phrases for your enjoyement)
A friend of my family who also happens to be some kind of real-life giant. I'm speaking barrel-chested palms the size of my face big. I'm 5'5 and I need to look up everytime we talk. He also is simultaneously the best cook and the hungriest human I have ever met.
Dream Edition:
A recurring dream where I stand right beside a big fancy hotel. I look up and see a white horse sitting on a balcony, holding a bright red old telephone between its hooves. Everytime it says stuff like "No Susan I can't come to the lobby!" or "I can't come, I have hooves and I cannot open doors!". Keep in mind, the horse talks about this while holding a phone without struggeling even a bit.
A dream that I keep having since I was a child. Everytime I wake up on a grassy hill, a tree beside me and a glass house inside of me. The tree takes various forms, sometimes its an apple tree, sometimes it doesn't even carry leaves and appears to be dead and sometimes it even has a Swing on it. The sun is always shining and there are no clouds, just blue skies.The "house" is block shaped, made only from glass and see-through.I always feel uneasy when looking at the glass house or coming close to it, even when it is always completely empty. The only time I managed to get inside the glass house I found a whole different room, that didn't seem to fit in the house and was never visible from the outside. The room was laid out with black and white ceramic tiles, dimly lit up and smelled faintly like chlorine. The whole room was full of aquariums, that were stocked with nothing but clownfish (identical looking clownfish). When I noticed it had a counter, I also saw what seemed to be a store clerk. He was very friendly, but his face was hidden from me at all times (either because the room was too dark or he stood behind me). He also reminded me that the fish are not for sale despite having price tags.
I have never seen or been to a place even close to this. Most of the time I just stand besides the tree, looking at the glass house and feeling like something very bad will come crawling out every second.
Tranformation
From the trended prompt about ‘a witch and a boy’ in Twitter. Incase that the boy isn’t human.
You can see a lot of amazing art from various artist in the tag #魔女集会で会いましょう
peak fantasy environment designs:
floaty islands
glowing mushrooms
bigger versions of normal animals
animalistic dragons
deep, sentient forests
sky/space whales
crystal clutters
multiple moons
planet rings visible from the ground
#*banging on table* A DEER BUT ITS BIG
a handful of trilobites and not a worry in the world
merchants
Fucking superb you funky little death omen
Bagworm Moth caterpillars collect little twigs and cut them off to construct elaborate tiny log houses to live in (photos: Melvyn Yeo, Nick Bay)
I had to look this up because i thought there was no way these little faerie cabin-building caterpillars were real
Theyre magical
easy solution to avoid vampires..
b e c o m e T U R N I P :D
if you ate these as a child you’re a goblin now :)
folks, I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it rains for long enough periods of time. it rains hard, it sounds good, I’m comfortable inside, but within 5 minutes the jig is up. the dream is over. I think it should rain for longer periods of time than it presently does
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Can we romanticize video games the way we do books?
Like you hear all these things about how you can curl up with a book on a rainy day and drink tea and smother yourself in blankets but anytime you hear things about video games it’s always about how you’re wasting your life away yelling into a headset as you play Call of Duty in a basement?
Imagine bundling yourself up on the couch, the sound of rain hitting the roof, and putting on Fable for a few hours. Or getting home after a long day of work. You make yourself a cup of cocoa, put on fuzzy pjs, and play Viva Piñata for hours not giving a second thought to the outside world. Semester just got out? Throw on some Fallout and just take a night to breathe and enjoy.
You aren’t wasting your life away, you’re enjoying it. Games can be just as much an escape as books, except you get to be part of the story.
And every time I go back to play through a game again, it’s exactly like picking up a favorite novel and re-reading it. I love these characters, I know their world as well as I know my own, and I want to visit it again … and fight a dragon. Or blow up mutants. Or save the galaxy.
If you wouldn’t roll your eyes at someone reading The Hobbit for the tenth time, don’t roll your eyes at someone playing Dragon Age for the tenth time. It’s the same damn thing.
Cuddling with your lover together in a blanket as they read a book and you playing stardew valley. Wholesome. Romantic. Spend time together but separately.
There’s a strange old woman in my garden
made a friend today
So she’s probably gonna just molt her previous skin like a cicada and skip the cocoon phase? I’m down with that.