#hey wtf

[reisakumaproducer]

Came back to Tumblr to scream about them

[thehauntingshadows-if]

Hi! This post is amazing!

Do you have any physical descriptions of the ROs?

hello and tysm 💕

our pinterest boards linked at the bottom have face claims for each of the ROs, but family like pip (besides his brown curls <3), flora and andreas depend on the mc’s appearance

thanks for the ask!!

- fizz 🌻

[fine-fae-prince]

When i finally get an inkling of acceptance and pride in my sexuality, the Shame shows up again

[faustiancore]

sometimes all i want to do is binge eat cheddar cheese and fuck the michelin tire guy

[tracklessreason]

HEY Hey I really need to tell somebody this because it's kind of driving me crazy.

Saturday afternoon, doing Instacart deliveries with my mother. We get a big order, forget to check distance, and end up getting sent 45 minutes out to a rural part of the area

Like, so rural, you have to go past the thick wooded areas, and then another 25 minutes past empty pastures and untouched farmland, all dirt roads and wild unsculpted terrain. Gorgeous view, but the sun is starting to set and we don't want to be out in dead nowhere when the stars start blinking.

So we finally drop off this order at a house cradled against lycan strewn red-stone boulders. The customer ordered these massive muffins from Costco and stealing one seems like a really good idea. Its a little past golden hour, sun is solidly rested on the horizon now, half the sky starting to get that purple-blue tint and a full moon beaming over the dead trees like some speckled pearl. That's when we finally get to hit the road towards home.

There are little deer everywhere, not young ones, just small, some scrubland dwelling type I don't quite recognize. We scared off a few pulling into and out of the driveway, and now they just seem to have appeared out of nowhere in groups. It was all horses and cows on the way over, but now it's little herds of goat sized deer with their fur all tufted with half shed winter coats.

The sun is setting, we're driving, the right side of the road is periodically dotted with scrap metal sculptures in the faint silhouette of horses. We assume they must all be part of one massive property. It was fascinating when the sun was brighter, but by now we're tired, it's growing cold, and the looming dark casts its usual omens.

Approximately ten minutes in, we leave behind the empty plains and go through a patch of forest, all tall gangly pines making the sky seem darker. I watch from my window, we pass mottled deer among the trees, groups of three to near twenty. There's a dingey house coming up on my side, and I see a burly man walking through the trees, sort of crouched.

I think it strange how there are deer so close to him, like they don't mind his presence.

I look closer, trying to make out the shape of the man in the shadows, and see him continue to shuffle forward, except he's straightening his back, and it's not the dark making him look that big, because he gets taller, and what I thought to be the folds of loose clothing look more like rough hair, and as he stumbles slowly along like his massive form is a burden, I stare harder and longer, looking back as the car lurches past, because I'm certain beyond certain that that 'man' had a horse's head.

My mother asks me why I'm suddenly cursing and confused. I don't know what to tell her, because I don't like to think I believe in things like that, so I say that I hope it was just a man in a costume, and not what I think I saw. She speaks of Skinwalkers and Wendigos, though she won't say the names outloud, only working her words in the negative space to build the frame of her meaning in my mind.

Its Tuesday and I'm thinking about it. Sunday and Monday both passed and I was thinking about it. The innate human need to seek patterns has churned my thoughts into wild speculation; the statues of horses all on the same side of the road as the creature, the deer, the group of five cars that drove past us, all close together in one line, headed into the descending night which we were fleeing. What the hell did I see? Did we passively witness something eldritch? Something cult like in origin? I want to say it was only a costume, only a man having fun at a visitor's expense, but how would anyone know to do such a thing at such a time?

I feel like I've written a fucking creepypasta. All I really had to say was I saw a humanoid figure with thick scratchy fur and a horse's head, but I feel like that doesn't paint the picture, it doesn't explain. What the fuck is going on in the wilds? Why do deer appear in droves when the moon comes out, why do groups of people flock out to the dead lightless valleys when the sun sets, why do effigies of horses make my mind lend meaning retroactively to a sighting I can't explain?

Am I living an episode of Nightvale on a Saturday night in April??

[kudzucataclysm]

[thatgecko0606]

Hey concernedape, what the fuck is this?

[taialbarn]

THE BEAR LOST FOR BEST ENSEMBLE?!!!!!

[nymph1e]

This book has made me cry

[scarletpineapple]

My linguistics teacher is encouraging the use of ai

[tvstaticanger]

tfw an episode of ur bad tv show is actually good

[kasterisk-of-the-void]

*sneaks in*

HELLO???????????

[mycological-mariner]

hey so sorry to anyone who has been sending me messages, I cannot see them. Tumblr says I’ve got 3 notifications and its just blank. On mobile the messages tab just disappeared entirely. Its just some ridiculous glitch I’m trying to sort out. Pain in the ass though lol

[exolovek]

It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[whatrealbeautylookslike]

this is physically impossible but sure

do this quiz and I’ll diagnose u with a mental illness <3

[iftadwascool]

this is, honest to god, one of the funniest ads ive seen in a long time.