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[departedmars]

anyway. christmas gift for myself

[dosmerengues]

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[lucidicer]

pretty boys

[blood-inthefields]

Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Keira Metz, Margarita Laux-Antille Additional Tags: No Medical Knowledge, Don't Try This At Home, tw: suicide attempt Summary:

When she finds Tissaia on the floor surrounded by her own blood, Yennefer’s first instinct is to run to her, so she does. Her knees sink to the floor and she wails, cradling Tissaia’s body, hovering over her as if to shield her from harm. But the harm is done, and Tissaia’s the culprit, and Yennefer curses her name.

[arcanescholxr]

The Faery Realm Event

Chapter 2: The Fae Realm

The crow Dwight saved turned out to be a Fae Prince in disguise. The cunning and mischievous Prince Bamble takes Dwight away to the Fae Realm, shoving him in a carriage. In his rough carriage ride, Dwight desperately tries to contact his friends before he’s gone.

The carriage jostled and bumbled as the driver whipped along the ride. The terrain was rough and bumpy, sending Dwight flying inside. The fledging witch shrieked and cried out as he was tossed around in the carriage, hitting his head on each surface and with no seatbelt to keep him secure, it would be a miracle if Dwight didn’t end up with a concussion by the end of this.

As Dwight struggled to stay in his seat, he fumbled for his phone, which comedically slipped out of his hand as he dialed the first number that appeared in his suggested contacts list. Dwight cried out as the phone rang and rang, and he was being tossed around like a rag doll. Eventually he heard a voice coming from the phone and he crawled over, gripping it as if his life depended on it.

“Hello?! Hello?! Help me, I’m in this carriage and I don’t know where it’s going!” Dwight yelled into the phone. “Please you gotta help me, I’ve been kidnapped!”

He hears the voice on the phone, alarmed. “Kidnapped?! What?! What’s going on?!”

“I was in the woods foraging for ingredients and-OW!” Dwight cried out as he hit the top of the carriage when they went over a bump. “I found this injured crow in the prickle bush and I healed it’s broken wing, but it wasn’t a crow, it was a Fae Prince in disguise! They shoved me in this carriage and now I don’t know where I’m going!”

“A Fae?! Like a fairy?!”

“YES LIKE A FAIRY, LIKE THOSE THINGS WITH THE WINGS AND THE PIXIE DUST-OW!” Dwight nearly drops his phone again. He takes several deep breaths before continuing. “Call someone, anyone! Roxxy, Natalie, Edga-ELIAS CALL ELIAS! Call my father!” Dwight pleads.

“My father will know what to do, he’s been living in the Magical Realm longer than I have, I’m sure he’ll knew what to do!”

The voice on the phone sighs. “Okay, okay I will! Don’t lose your phone and don’t waste the battery, you’ll need it so we can communicate with you, I’ll text everyone so we can figure out a way to get you home.” The voice was calming yet urgent. “What can you see? Is there anything you could see to help us find you?”

Dwight peered at the carriage’s window, peering out as best as he could. The vines that were wrapped around the carriage to prevent the witchling from escaping made it hard for Dwight to see. “It’s….hard to see! These stupids vines are in the way!”

The elks pulling the carriage trudged faster and faster, braying as they went. Dwight pressed himself closer to the window, his eyes widening as he did. The carriage lead into a clearing, once surrounded by wildflowers and rings of mushrooms. I’m the middle of the clearing, there stood a gigantic tree, the oldest one there. It’s branches spread along, leaves and vines decorated the ancient bark. In the tree, there was a large crack spilt down the middle, creating an opening of sorts.

“The carriage! It’s going inside of the tree!” Dwight cries out as he shuts his eyes and braces for impact. Instead of crashing like he expected, the carriage went dark and it jostled even more violently. Eventually when light came into the carriage again, the vines were gone and Dwight peered outside of the window once again.

The sky was resembled a painting, dark blues and purples swirled together that covered the entire sky. The area they were in was no longer the muddy and rough woods he was used too, instead the ground was covered in a powder snow. Snowflakes gently fell from the ground, covering almost everything in snow that the eye could see. Despite the cold, impressively, plants still bloomed all along the side of the road, ranging from colorful wildflowers to daunting looking plants that Dwight’s never seen before. The landscape from what he can see was so beautiful that Dwight had to force himself to look away. He brought his phone to his ear again only to hear the busy signal.

Eventually the carriage pulled out of the dark woods, and they haul off to their destination. The doors still wouldn’t budge as much as Dwight tried. In this moment, a lightbulb appeared in Dwight’s head as he fumbled around for his ring. If he just summon his staff, he might have a chance at escaping the carriage. To his horror, the ring didn’t respond to anything Dwight did. It’s usual glow was absent and the gem on his ring had dulled. Could the Fae realm be hindering his magic? Before Dwight could think more about it, the carriage made it’s abrupt stop, causing Dwight to fall once again in the carriage.

“Ow!” The fledging witch groaned.

With stumbling steps, Dwight got back up and shimmed over to the window to see where he was. They had reached their destination. A gasp left Dwight as the door to the carriage finally opened, and Dwight had a better look at the carriage driver. It was a very large wearing a bow tie and a top hat. The cricket extended a hand-do crickets have hands?-to Dwight, offering to help him out of the carriage. Dwight stared at the cricket frightened and unsure. The hand is offered again and Dwight accepts it hesitantly. With slow and unsure steps, Dwight is helped off the carriage and the cricket tips it’s hat off to the fledging witch.

“Th…Thank you?”

Dwight looks around, examining the area they’re in, gasping in awe. The carriage had taken them past a gate and into the courtyard of a grand Palace. The Palace was large and a stunning white that seemed to glow in the snow. The courtyard was filled with statues that spat out water into fountains and decorated with roses. As Dwight was distracted by the beauty of the place, a shrill voice comes out of nowhere.

“What is that thing?!” A high and nasally voice rings out.

Dwight whips around to see that a woman, no not a woman, it couldn’t be one! The creature approaching them seemed humanoid in shape, until you see it’s head, the head of a owl. It wore a long dress with an apron over it. The fur on the Owl Person bristled and fanned out in annoyance. She marched over to where Dwight was, eyes staring down at him as if he would be her next meal. Dwight squirmed in her sight.

“It’s a human…how disgusting.” The Owl Person raises a feathered hand to cover her beak, eyes narrowing down at the fledging witch. Her attention turns to the driver, clearly demanding answers. The Cricket chirps for a while, and with each passing second, the Owl looks furious. “Perfect, splendid, just what I need! Another amusement of the Prince that I have to look after!”

The Owl suddenly grabs Dwight’s arm roughly, as if she intends to rip it off. The sudden pain shoots through Dwight and he cries out.

“L-Let go!”

“See? There it goes with its ridiculous noises.” The Owl grumbles as she drags Dwight along, as they walk, her head turns horrifying to face Dwight. “I am Henrietta. I care for this Palace and tend to the whims of the Prince. I won’t tolerate any of your foolishness, do you understand?” The grip tightens. “I don’t care if the Prince has shown an interest of you, I’ll shred you to pieces and feed you to my young if you disrespect me!”

And with that, Henrietta’s head turns back to face forward.

The two walk through the Palace, gaining many strange and curious looks from staff members. Some of them looked like Henrietta, a humanoid shape with the head of an animal, and some were animals entirely, like the large cricket that had driven the carriage.

The Owl doesn’t let go of Dwight the entire time they’re walking, and occasionally tugging Dwight to ensure he’s keeping up the pace. The fledging witch has to run to keep up with her. Eventually the two go down a long hallway and reach two double doors. Henrietta pushes through the doors and plops Dwight inside without so much of a thought. “Stay in here.” The Owl simply says and walks out before closing the door behind her, much to the dismay of Dwight.

“N-No, wait!” Dwight cries out as the doors close in his face. He tries for the handle to see that it’s locked. Dwight backs away from the door, searching for another way to escape. He races over the window and sure enough, they’re on a very high floor and the drop doesn’t seem too promising. It finally hits Dwight of his situation. He’s been taken from his home to a strange place, has no staff, and has no contact with the outside world. He feels tears prickling at his eyes and his chest tightening like screws. “This can’t be happening, this isn’t happening!” Dwight whispers to himself as he wipes away at his eyes.

The fledging witch crumbles to the closet thing he could find, a loveseat and brings his legs up to his chest. He buries his face into his knees and begins to cry.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[sunbentshadows]

Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?

Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".

My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[darksouls2yuri]

hey is it okay if i eat my nature valley oats and honey granola bar here. yeah its the kind that comes as a two pack and immediately disintegrates into millions of annoying crumbs. its okay my ants that follow me everywhere will eat them. youll have ants now though.

[marzipanandminutiae]

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[ato-dato]

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite