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[travelersrest]

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[xomnus]

Avatar: The Last Airbender THE BLUE SPIRIT - June 17, 2005

[melonteee]

the reason one piece is good is cause u can be having a jolly old time with these funky little guys just having a laugh having an adventure then suddenly luffy's entire crew is obliterated and he's screaming in despair and all you can do is look around and wonder what the fuck just happened

[saturnniidae]

Headcanon: As well as the abundance of scales dragons shed, many species also lose and regrow their teeth periodically (like sharks) and it's always been tradition amongst vikings to display parts taken from dragons they killed as trophies, but now Berkians celebrate and use things dragons lose naturally. For weaponry (like how the dragon riders used shed scales for their armor) for jewelry, accessories and decoration.

Dragons have always been an integral part of Berk's culture but over the years the reasoning behind it has shifted, now they wear teeth or scales of their dragon's in pride of their beauty and the bonds they share, or for remembrance of the deceased. They put up tapestries and include them in their architecture no longer as displays of their dragon killing prowess, but in celebration of them, their nature and the peace they've made.

They're proud of their dragons, they love them and want the world to see it.

[mayasaura]

how do you imagine cam pal and dulc in a modern au

Palamades and Camilla grew up on a university campus where Juno and one of Camilla's fathers had (and still have) teaching positions. Maybe Cairo University.

Camilla and Dulcinea met through Palamedes. Palamedes and Dulcinea met on an internet forum that Palamedes would have been instabanned from had anyone known he was eight years old. After becoming friends on the forum they exchanged emails, at which time Palamedes disclosed his age and Dulcinea didn't rat him out. Camilla didn't have much interest in the forum but would listen to Palamedes read his threads with Dulcie out loud, and started writing Dulcie herself once the communications were no longer public.

Their friendship spans thirteen years and seven different communication platforms, including handwritten letters, but Palamedes and Camilla still don't know what Dulcinea looks like. When they started using platforms with video chat capabilites, they simply never used that feature. Even Palamedes' marriage proposal was sent as a written letter. Dulcinea preferred it that way, and Palamedes and Camilla would never push her on it.

[theguiltinessisyours]

me (being neither British nor American) starting Malevolent:

Okay so he's British. Are they in England? Why does everyone sound weird? Are they in America? No wait that wouldn't make any sense whatsoever? Ooooh Arkham is fictional - so are they in America? Why is there a Scottish accent are they in the UK? No they aren't he just bought a gun?? How are you taxiing everywhere ooooh it's the 1930s that explains the lack of cellphones WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE DICE ROLLING SOUNDS does Arthur actually talk out loud when he speaks to John that doesn't seem right he hears him in his head right? no wait he does talk out loud because he's stammering man why don't you get yourself some sunglasses and a stick to appear blind does having control over your hand/foot mean you can actually move it or not because you have to use your muscles in the shoulder to move the entire arm-

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

So Witches We Became

YA horror

a girl and her friends go on vacation to a house on a private Florida island, but when a strange mist and toxic tar surrounds them, trapping them there, they have to find a way to survive and/or escape

while she’s being haunted by a traumatic experience with her friend’s boyfriend - who just showed up - that she’s been unable to tell anyone about, and by a shadow from her childhood that she fears might have something to do with what’s happening

sapphic, explores complicated friendships, and surviving assault

[sailermoon]

happy for those who enjoyed working in childcare but the toxicity of the work environments makes it a job I would never go back to. ever.

[starheirxero]

I think the astral bodies should have their own mother tongue and I think it should be described like how Celestial Sundown describes Sun and Moon's godly names....

[felixcosm]

Turning a horror-comedy podcast into a bleak horror story by getting rid of the comic relief is such a good move for The Cellar Letters, I'm still thinking about it weeks later.

[sleepyminty]

Honkai spoilers

They really do give her a brick

Anyway congrats on returning to the meta senti

[smol-blue-bird]

Not Jadzia randomly walking up to Kira and being like “So tell me about your repressed war memories 😃” in the middle of a random work day

[msdarkwoodsworld]

Horror Story Shorts

Some more easily digestible horror story shorts.

Story 1: The Ouija Board

"Are you seriously gonna bring that thing out?" Claire asked, looking apprehensively at the Ouija board Emily placed on the table.

"Why not?" Emily shrugged. "It's just a game."

Jake, always the skeptic, laughed. "You guys actually believe in this stuff?"

Emily put her fingers on the planchette, followed by Claire despite her hesitation. Jake rolled his eyes and joined in last.

"Is anyone there?" Emily asked, her voice barely a whisper.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the planchette moved. Claire gasped. "That wasn't me!"

"Me neither," Jake muttered, suddenly not so skeptical.

"Who are you?" Emily asked.

The planchette spelled out: D-A-R-K.

"That's not creepy at all," Jake tried to joke, but his voice quivered.

"What's your intention?" Claire asked, the words sticking in her throat.

The planchette moved quickly: K-I-L-L.

"No way. Someone's messing with us!" Jake yelled and pulled his hands back, but the planchette continued moving on its own.

"RUN," it spelled out before Jake flipped the board.

The lights flickered, and a chilling wind blew through the room. The door slammed shut.

"We need to get out of here!" Emily screamed, and they bolted towards the door. It wouldn't open.

A sinister laugh filled the room, echoing from the shadows. "You invited me," a voice whispered. "Now you're mine."

Story 2: Under Her Skin

Linh had always dealt with mild skin irritations, but this was different. It started as a small, itchy bump on her arm.

"It's nothing," she told herself, trying to ignore the odd sensation. But over the days, the bump grew, spreading into patches that pulsated with an eerie rhythm.

Visiting the doctor, she explained, "I feel like something is moving under my skin."

The doctor merely prescribed a topical cream. "Come back if it doesn't improve."

A week later, Linh couldn't take it anymore. The itching turned into sharp, biting pain. Her skin bulged and writhed as if there were creatures trapped inside, trying to escape.

In a desperate move, she grabbed a pair of tweezers and made a small cut. As soon as the skin broke, a thin, black tendril wiggled out, followed by another. Horrified, she watched as dozens of tiny, dark creatures emerged, squirming across her skin.

She screamed, trying to brush them off, but they burrowed back in, disappearing beneath the surface.

"Help!" she cried into the phone, calling her friend Leah. "Something's inside me! Please hurry!"

By the time Leah arrived, the room was eerily silent. She found Linh sitting on the floor, eyes glazed over, skin smooth and clean.

"Linh?" Leah called softly.

Linh turned to look at her, a calm, unnerving smile spreading across her face. "They're inside all of us now."

Story 3: The Waxworks Museum

Dan had only taken the job as a night security guard at the old waxworks museum to make some extra cash. His rounds were typically uneventful, just dusty figures and silent halls.

One night, as he walked past the wax figures, he heard a faint whisper. He turned, shining his flashlight around. Nothing but still faces and lifeless eyes.

"Imagination," he muttered, continuing his rounds.

Near midnight, he heard it again—this time more distinct. "Help me..."

He followed the sound to a figure whose eyes seemed almost too lifelike. Frowning, he leaned in closer.

"Did you say something?" he asked, half-joking.

The wax figure's mouth moved. "Set us free," it whispered.

Dan stumbled back, heart racing. He pulled out his phone to call his supervisor but found the screen covered in a sticky, waxy substance.

Panicking, he turned to leave. The figures now seemed to shift in the dark, their eyes following him. One by one, they began to step off their pedestals, their movements stiff but purposeful.

"Don't leave," a female figure said, her hand reaching out and gripping Dan's arm with surprising strength.

"You're one of us now," another figure added, its fingers digging into his shoulders.

Dan tried to scream, but the wax figures covered his mouth. The last thing he saw was the lifelike glint in their eyes as the wax began to engulf him, turning his flesh into their own.

By morning, a new figure stood in the museum—a wide-eyed man in a security uniform, terror forever etched into his waxen face.

[idolsgf]

i think i’ve finally done it, a more concise solavellan playlist that isn’t 10hrs long :D

[elegyofthemoon]

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[panszy]

so sick of being ill but probably not as sick of my illness as work is gonna be when i inevitably have to have another week off