#all is not as it seems

[rolledbadinitiative]

[kalena-henden]

Look at this chain of events in episode 5 shown to us in this order. Then suddenly Shinyu can't seem to break up with Nayeon no matter what. 👀 

If you haven't read @ariays theory, I highly recommend.

[timetraveladdict]

I made Valdo Marx from the Witcher season 3

[whitetyger123]

Me doing dishes: * * All is not * * As it seems

Me driving: * * All is not * * As it seems

Me trying to fall asleep: * * All is not * * As it seems

[the-geeky-truth]

Witcher Watch 3x05

"And no matter how ludicrously anyone is dressed, don't stare", Yennefer says in her glitter bikini.

But - and I should have guessed that - it's Philippa who takes the cake with her sequin jumpsuit and feather headdress.

Still don't like that troupe of bards, but their song is catchy and works really well with the narrative.

Stregobor's only security measure is that one little moth?! What if someone breaks into his chambers while he's not only a couple of rooms away but somewhere across the continent? Wouldn't the moth still have to fly to him to alarm him? For who knows how many miles, through all kinds of weather and, well, not exactly speedy? What if someone along the way swats the moth like the fragile insect it is? This is so stupid.

I keep forgetting about Lydia and I don't know why. She's way more memorable than some of the other mages.

Witcher Watch 3x01 || 3x02 || 3x03 || 3x04

[vaultofqueenorion]

Prompt: Wings

As in all new houses, they had been checking out the rooms, slowly making their way across. It was a dream come true - small but with enough space for them to have both an office and a room for all of the ideas that always seemed to flutter around in their head.

It would be nice to hunker down on the couch with a good book while they waited for their parents to bring the rest of the furniture. They’d brought the first portion, enlisting the help of their brother and renting a van for the larger pieces. But even that had not been enough and the last couple of pieces of furniture were idle at their previous apartment until their parents would bring them.

It was likely just a ploy for them to see their new house.

They shook their head with a smile at the thought as they moved towards the final room - the attic.

You could have just asked, you know. They had said to their mom when she had offered. We can go twice.

Nonsense, their mother had replied and that was the end of that.

Cracking open the door to the attic illuminated the dusty surfaces, light glinting in the cobwebs. They held the broom out in front of them, wiping away the webs that would have otherwise hit them in the face as they ventured inside.

“Stupid cobwebs. I thought he said that the previous family would clean this up before they left?” They muttered, coughing as dust entered their throat.

They sighed. They’d have to spend hours here to make it livable.

With a shake of their head, they smiled again. They refused to let anything come in the way of the pure bliss that was fluttering in their chest today.

A mouse scurried from a hidden spot, weaving along the wall. As a reflex, they swatted after it, but it was too fast, disappearing into a crack in the woodwork.

They just hoped it would get out and stay away.

They pulled back the broom. Or tried to - it had lodged itself beneath a single, lonely cabinet that had been left behind, smashing through one of the wooden cabinet doors. They pulled another time and with a horrendous cracking sound, the broom flew out the cabinet, taking a chunk of the cabinet door with it.

Something white and feathery seemed to glitter in the light from the hall, and the sound of chiming bells went through their head.

They crouched in front of the cabinet, carefully prying open the door. It was stuck. Sticking out their tongue, they grabbed the rotten boards and pulled. With the sound of thunder, the entire cabinet door broke off, sending them flying backwards.

They sat up, glancing briefly at the piece of wood in their hands as the thunder died in their ears. The piece was covered in markings - clouds and lightning and a whole menagerie of birds.

Placing it carefully on the floor, they crawled forwards, eyes going wide as they took in the pair of pristine white wings that spanned the entirety of the cabinet, their wingspan dwarfing them in height.

Granted, they weren’t very tall, but the wings were at least half a size larger than them.

They stepped closer, mindful of every breath that they took, every tiny sound in the room that had suddenly become too small.

Reaching out, they let their fingers glide over the feathers, relishing in the silky texture. Whenever they brushed away the dust, golden light branched out until a spider web of gold covered the feathers as they emitted a soft light.

Wings.

They blinked. Could barely believe their own eyes as a breeze curled through the feathers, and the wings seemingly fluttered on their own with barely suppressed longing for the sky. Awestruck, they reached out again, only to pause at the piece of paper on the ground.

If you’re reading this, it means we failed.

It means that they have stripped us of all that we are.

It means that we are a broken people.

It also means that your family was once, for better or for worse, one of us. That golden blood runs in your veins, unseen - a secret carried within a thousand forgotten hearts.

No matter what, you were meant to find these wings. They are yours by right, with the implications that might follow.

If I were you, I’d take a good look around at the people you know. They are not beneath infiltrating families to get what they want; not beneath destroying their loved ones to reach their goal.

Our complete extinction.

So beware. Keep an eye out for the world around you.

And if you do accept this piece of your heritage, know that even at your weakest, you are not alone.

We are out there.

- Uriel, Angelus Circulus

The knock on the door ripped them from the letter and they stuffed it into their pocket before running down the stairs.

“On my way,” they yelled when another knock sounded, their parents’ smiling faces visible on the other side of the window built into the side of the front door.

“Hello you two. It’s a bit of a mess in here, but we should be able to get everything inside,” they said as they opened the door, dust coating their fingers and clothes.

“I see you’ve already started on the cleaning,” their mom said before narrowing her eyes as she plucked a feather off their sleeve. “This is a peculiar feather. One that I haven’t seen in a very long time. Where did you find this extraordinary thing?”

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[fullcolorfright]

Relax! This Book is Just a Phase You're Going Through: Gay Comics from Christopher Street, by Charles Ortleb and Richard Fiala, 1978.

[timetraveladdict]

🎶“All is not as it seems…”🎶

[hellenhighwater]

When my nephew was four, a friend of the family passed away. The man was in his 90s and died of natural causes, and we were going to the funeral. We sat my nephew down and explained who this was, and that he had passed away, and now we were going to a sort of quiet party to celebrate him, and that there he might see the gentleman in the casket, and he might be very still, because he had died, but that everything was alright.

My nephew contemplated this calmly for a few minutes, and then said, "I think he will be very flat."

What.

It turns out that at age four, my nephew's only real context for death was roadkill, which he frequently pointed out while we were driving. He therefore believed that the only way anyone died was getting run over by a car.

[whitetyger123]

So Burn Butcher Burn won my poll for Jaskier's most loved song! Now I will pit it against Valdo Marx and Ciri to see the ultimate singer award! (And also Song Of The Seven because I forgot it last time, oops)

[possessable]

Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have

edit: obligatory possession shorthand code link because people seem to be using this like the possession code but just. without the code part

edit: DO NOT BE HORNY ON MY POST 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[084392]

had never heard of "mlp infection aus" until this month and ngl i still dont know what they are but. it made me want to draw some of them getting taken over by their cutie marks or something......

[dduane]

Via @Ed_Solomon at Twitter. Here's a clearer copy, in case (as a result of the looming Twitpocalypse) the original goes missing.

[perpetualcontrolleddrowning]

Something something the way that Crowley introduced himself to Aziraphale the first time they met in the garden and reacted as if they had never met before. Something about him later behaving as if he did actually have those memories of their time in Heaven together and trying to pass it off as being someone different now. Something about Heaven's way of punishing angels that go against the plan by erasing their memories. Something about Crowley seeing Gabriel without his memory and saying "ask him properly." Something about "remember it now" "it hurts, to remember. my head isn't built for that" "I know. Do it anyway"

Something about "I know. Looking at where the furniture isn't"

Something about I know