#local folklore

[chaoticdesertdweller]

[spiritualsidequest]

The urge to disappear into the forest and become local folklore is HELLA strong lately.

[the-nettle-knight]

To other English people, stop saying "England has no culture", it is actively harming us. There is a reason the Tories defunded the arts and heritage sectors whilst scapegoating immigrants. The fear that immigrants will come and destroy Englishness is only working as the government is literally trying to actively wipe it out. If we a) recognise the things that are distinctly cultural (eg architecture styles) and b) actively participate in the traditions you're always told are silly (Morris and Molly dancing, scarecrow competitions and folk songs), it will actually make us better as a country and more difficult to divide via classism, racism and xenophobia

[inkyami]

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[hobgobknowsbest]

[corrodedcoughin]

just thinking out loud but the Steve going to college because believe it or not he’s finally found a very specific course that catches his interest and it happens to be in Fort Wayne so he can still check in on the kids. It gets even better when Robin and Nancy decide they want to stay local too so they all pack together and get excited (and nervous) about moving.

The time comes and they leave Hawkins and suddenly it’s the first proper day of classes. The three of them are spread over the campus so Steve treks alone to his first class, the reason he chose the college in the first place: Introduction to Folklore.

He’s so ready to learn about something he’s finally interested in. Doesn’t pay attention to the usual seating conventions and social status, just wants to know where they’ll be starting, cliques and popularity contests a long gone part of his life.

The professor is in her stride, painting a picture with her stories of creatures from folklore and the origins, Steve can’t believe it but he’s genuinely excited to learn for once. The pinpoint accuracy focus on the professor is shattered when a voice erupts next to him

‘That’s great and everything but shouldn’t there have been a moth man lover sighting by now? Where is the justice for this noble creature I ask you? I know there’s monster fuckers out there professor.’

The professor slowly engages the guy in conversation but Steve is seething. Who does this guy think he is? Does he think this is a private class just for him? That Steve isn’t paying good money to be here? So pen clenched in a white knuckled hand Steve lets his bitchy temperament get the better of him ‘I thought this was a folklore class? Not a self insert romance lit course’ he clearly says it too loud because the boy next to him. The one who started all this turns to Steve and raises an eyebrow, a smug smile on his face and lets out a ‘huh interesting’ and what’s Steve supposed to do with that? And more importantly what’s Steve supposed to do with the fact that the guy is stupid hot with this long hair, tattoo combo and that the smug look on his face definitely made Steve’s heartbeat thunder in his ears? Out of rage on behalf of his fellow students, of course.

Turns out it doesn’t matter, the class is over and Steve is running out the door, determined not to get caught by those eyes again.

It starts off a Thing between them. Every week the guy, Eddie, will challenge the lecturer with some inane point that Steve refuses to accept he actually believes to the point of Steve firing back an argument at him. Eventually they are full on debates in the middle of the class that the professor has to mediate after eddie decided that standing on the table would be appropriate (of course, not to be outdone, steve followed).

They absolutely do not have a thing for each other and the rest of the class absolutely do have a sweepstakes on when they’ll get together

[mossofteeth]

|| @southrnweed echoed: ¹⁾ a rural gas station in the middle of the night / for the setting prompts meme?

The bell over the door of the gas station pierced the otherwise quiet night as Genevieve dragged herself through the opening to make a beeline for the bathroom. Her thick curls were saturated, hanging low around the small of her back and leaving a trail of water droplets behind her with each step she took.

The old man behind the counter had learned, in the course of her regular visits, that it was easier to simply wonder where she came from and why she always looked like she’d just left some aquatic fight club. She’d become a small thrill of mystery in his otherwise mundane life.

She turned the lock on the bathroom door before turning and leaning back against it, eyes closing as a shaky breath left her body. The fluorescent light flickered, casting an eerie strobe that complemented the grim state of the tiny space. She’d come to find the dingy room quite peaceful; a grimy little shelter after the storm. She made quick work of slathering her screaming gums with Orajel, spitting the bloody mix of saliva into the sink near the door. She pulled up her long skirt, a hiss sliding between her teeth as the fabric caught on the patches of raw skin down her legs. She’d been working on developing an ointment to help heal them faster, but hadn’t quite cracked the right ingredients. But the pain with each transformation was an ever present kick in the ass for her to get it done.

After a few more minutes, she slipped out of the bathroom and made her way along the back wall, dark eyes lazily looking over the drink selections as she continued on towards the back. She stopped in her tracks as she turned the corner, sensing the presence of someone else on down the narrow aisle, directly in front of the drink cooler she was searching for. She clasped her hands together and pretended to look for something directly in front of her, happy to wait for the stranger to make their decision and move on.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

For those of you who are interested in becoming horror movie protagonists, your local library's parapsychology/occultism section can be found under Dewey Decimal classification 130.0 - 130.9

If you're looking for folklore, that would be in the early 398s (if you hit "jokes and jests," 398.7, you've gone too far)

[chilljustacat]

[haruspicina]

hey friends! I posted a lil horror!tomione for halloween!

[walkingbomb]

reblog and put a local/your favourite cryptid, mythical creature, paranormal phenomenon or other folklore in the tags

[giurochedadomani]

“I used to be a marine”, he says, before he can think better of it. And when he does think better of it, well. He’s already said it. 

Next to him, he can feel Shanks tensing up. He leaves him ample time to cut him off, half relieved when the redhead stays silent. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees him idly tracing the neck of the bottle they’ve emptied. 

“I didn’t join out of some misplaced faith or sense of justice”, he feels the need to point out, his father’s stern face at the back of his mind. “I joined because my brother did”. 

To have an excuse to get out of home, too. With Calugurul about to be shipped off, he hadn’t been too eager to find out if he could withstand the full scope of their father’s attention alone. 

“We were… close, my brother and I”, he continues. And then, because it feels cheap to encompass their relationship with just that: “He taught me to fight. Gave me my first sword”. 

Back when Yoru doubled him in height and he couldn’t fathom how his brother managed to wield it when he himself had trouble raising a simple steel sword.

“He did have faith in the cause”, he says after a moment. Under the night sky, Yoru stays black and void. Even the reflection of the small bonfire they’ve built evades it. “Quickly gained the trust of peers… and superiors”. 

The back of his throat tastes bitter. Why is he doing this? He doesn’t owe Shanks a single thing. Why is he wasting his time trying to appease the redhead’s stupid insecurity about him not joining his crew? 

He sighs. 

“My skills in combat kept me by his side through all of it. That is, until Gyorgy Thurzo became our captain”.  

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ok but how funny would it be if i put a lil Shenanigan in the Lights Out au where a couple of teenagers break into the ~spooky abandoned studio~ and throw Eddie in the water. like. they just find him and toss his little 4ft body in the Lake™️for shits and gigs

[rwby-confess]

Confession #200 !!

[randomtimes-com]

Kekri: Finland's answer to day of the dead

Kekri is a unique and lively celebration in Finland that marks the end of the harvest season, a vital time for a society historically reliant on agriculture. The ancient European farming communities lived and died by the success of their crops. A good year meant a bountiful yield, easing the pressure on the coming winter, while a poor harvest meant hard times lay ahead, with the punishing colder…

[beetleandfox]

Hi!! What the fuck