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feisaru · 1 year ago
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Beloved Mephisto,
You know naught about love.
(But Mephisto did in fact know
About the suffering brought about by this thing we call "love"
You just believed him to be incapable of it
Too arrogant for it, perhaps
Dear Gretchen,
You failed to notice
In your ignorance
That the devil might feel too)
#we are returning to our typical saru schedule after this. no more of this bs#the story of this is#its something that id like to think does not happen to feisaru. ergo i just. dont wanna put them into this.#i dont want to infllict this on them. its not a them issue#not authentically anyway. if you put them into these exact circumstances it well might habe been. but i really do not want to think abt that#my regular degular 21st century hs au feisaru is the bane of my existence i want to not think abt it at all costs#still#i hate this#i never want to do this again#never#ever#this sucked off my.. idek anymore what. its just so bitter#listening to the song helps btw. hate yourself - tv girl. that is the whole late stage dilemma of the relationship#the song would be blond directing this at red. caption starts out w red and goes over into blonde#redemption never wouldve danced with the devil. i have like 10 diff things for that in my head#this one just so happened#the people in the pic are impersonating gretchen and mephisto from faust. for a theatre thing. and heres a lil sth:#gretchen hates everything about mephisto. she is very faithful and mephisto's demonic presence so utterly grosses her out#sometimes i wonder if maybe it was a sign the roles were assigned like this#funfact blond does never want to dance with redhead again. they would much much rather do this with with someone else#'the taste of your salvation lingering on my tongue. not distant enough for me to forget what it was like but just far enough away to be#utterly unreachable'#ugh my head spins. i could say a lot. its just a matter of if its worth it. ive been thinking a lot. for years now. still much too late#kain kritzelt#my drawings#im good btw#i had nothing to ref from for redhead ahah. didn't feel like searching anything. so off the top of my head it is#this is the legendary edgeworth style frilly cravat shirt btw#blond is an awful person but they tried. it just never was enough. becoming less themself for that person redefining themself was never enou
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chunkysoup22 · 2 months ago
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sanct1f1ed · 3 months ago
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funniest shit is going down on discord rn
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puppyeared · 3 months ago
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filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^
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yeepof · 5 months ago
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I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences
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thestuffedalligator · 3 months ago
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“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
“I can work with that,” said the witch.
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inbabylontheywept · 3 months ago
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my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.
i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.
point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.
i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.
i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.
i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.
(i think i was...six?)
anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.
(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)
so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?
so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.
the compost pile was full of worms.
she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.
at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.
and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.
but because she loved me.
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write-on-world · 6 months ago
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afniel · 4 months ago
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This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.
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crow-caller · 3 months ago
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as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.
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mintaii · 1 month ago
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take responsibility
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jetra4ivor · 3 months ago
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lol. I am living for the comments under the official trailer video.
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vasira96 · 3 months ago
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it's always "immortals always lose the ones they love!" and never "this family has had this incredible, powerful, loving figure present through generations of their lineage, all because they are descended from someone the immortal loved long ago" and i think that's a shame!!
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river--ghost · 8 days ago
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work all night on a drink of rum
daylight come and me wan go home
stack banana til the morning come
daylight come and me wan go home
come mr tallyman tally me banana
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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
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daylight come and me wan go home
day
me say dayo
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me say day
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a beautiful bunch of ripe banana
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hide the deadly black tarantula
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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
daylight come and me wan go home
six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
daylight come and me wan go home
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me say dayo
daylight come and me wan go home
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me say day
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daylight come and me wan go home
come mr tallyman tally me banana
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dayo
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me say day
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daylight come and me wan go home
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bibbityboppidi · 4 months ago
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Buckle up children, cause I have a short story.
It just happened this week. It all started with some guy. This person placed in order for a new Bible. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when they get the package, they realize that this was not the Bible they ordered from Amazon. Oh no, it’s this.
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Now once this picture is posted, everyone starts explaining what the book actually is, what Gravity Falls is and giving recommendations in overall they’re taking it really well .
Now this isn’t the funny part. Sure, getting the complete opposite of the Bible is one thing but then this happens…
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 you couldn’t write better material than this. It’s been verified to be authentic story. The entire Gravity Falls Sub Reddit has gone wild over this.
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