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Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.

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The urban fantasy show I actually want to see is a hospital drama with a dedicated wing for supernatural illnesses.

Vampirism. Lycanthropy. Cheap spells gone wrong. A woman brought in for her prenatal has to be told her baby is a lindworm. Someone is literally being followed by the anthropomorphic personification of the Black Death.

Someone somewhere out there is having their perception of the world irreparably shattered by the knowledge that magic is real, and at the other side is a team of doctors who have to roll their eyes and pull out Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales because some high school kid tried to go Carrie with a cheap spellbook and turn all the kids at prom into frogs, and the doctors have to wrangle a couple dozen teenagers into admitting if they have a true love who can break the spell.

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leticia rojas // cassian haise claudia elvira // martina rostro

i was tagged by @crownrots to do this picrew thank you! 🥳😌 this was fun!

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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i think it’s funny when someone acts really angry about something you say online. could be whatever. and you check their profile and go. oh wait. you’re literally 14. nevermind. talking about this with you is like 100% useless. and they go “my age has nothing to do with this” like actually your age has everything to do with this. when you are 14 literally everything is influenced by how fucking 14 years old you are.

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the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

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Here's some paintings I've done of people looking at screens. These are all available as prints on Inprnt: Art Prints by Ollie Jones - INPRNT I'm also selling a limited edition print of my piece 'Producer' at Black Dragon Press: Producer – Black Dragon Press

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coasters for nucleus portland salut 10!

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snippit sindiy

an excuse to show off some of the things I learned when I went on a ghost hunt a few months back hahaha

“Ripley,” he said, once they were inside and no stray passersby could possibly hear. “I’ve learned a lot about vampires since we last hung out.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said. She dropped her bag and dropped down next to it, started pulling boxes and meters out.

Nat did the same. “Yeah,” he said. “I learned that we have to, like, kill people. And also that when we die we explode into a huge gory mess of eyes and teeth. If we get shot in the brain or poisoned real bad.”

“Pretty fucking gnarly, hey?”

“Mm,” Nat said. “What kind of people do you go after?”

“Oh, I mostly just hang out at bars and eat creeps,” Ripley said. “Someone slips something into someone’s drink, someone gets a little too nonconsensually handsy… I’ll lure ‘em out back and take care of ‘em.”

“Cool,” Nat said. But Quinn’s earlier concern still scratched at his mind. “Doesn’t that get dangerous, though?” he asked. “Like, what if someone sees you? What if someone traces the deaths back to you?”

“Well, the cops are useless, for one,” Ripley said. She started fiddling with a small box and a few blinking lights snapped on. “Drunk people aren’t the most observant, either. It’s fine.”

“And vampire hunters?” Nat pressed.

She tilted her head. “We don’t get those here too often anymore. Hunters don’t think there’s many vampires left in Darwelaide.”

“What about the Knight?”

“The Knight?” Ripley peered at him over the top of her box. “Where did you hear that name?”

“From… um, Quinn.”

She pursed her lips. “Oh,” she said. “Well, they’re probably just trying to rile you up, get you nervous. The Knight hasn’t been around for twenty, thirty years. She’s pretty famous. And pretty dead.”

Ripley nudged through the collection of objects on the ground with her boot, naming each of them as she did so.

“We got EMF readers for measuring fluctuations in electromagnetic fields,” she said. “We got digital voice recorders to record sounds beyond human hearing…”

“Beyond vampire hearing, too?”

“Depends how nervous you are.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Not scared of ghosts, Natty?”

“Not really. But kind of. But not. I mean, I don’t think they exist,” Nat said. “But I used to think vampires didn’t exist either. And I watched Supernatural Activity when I was way too young for it and it scarred me for life.”

Ripley laughed. “We’re probably the scariest things out here. What’s a ghost going to do to a vampire?”

“It could shoot me in the brain or poison me real bad.”

Her laugh became a cackle. When she settled, she said, “We have infrared thermometers, for measuring mysterious drops in temperature. Cold spots. We got motion-sensing cat toys—”

“Why?”

“The cat toys? Yeah, they cost, like, two dollars and work as good as any proper ghost-hunting sensor. They start flashing whenever something touches them.” Ripley unzipped a small case and pulled out a few seemingly unrelated objects. “We have trigger items here—things the ghosts of old might find interesting. Flask of alcohol, chocolate, tobacco… we put the cat toys with a trigger item and see what happens.”

“Oh, cool!” Nat said.

“And this guy”—Ripley waved about the box she was holding—“is a spirit box. It’s really fun. We’ll do this one together.”

“How does it work?”

“It scans through radio frequencies in little bursts and provides a way for spirits to communicate.”

“Ooh.”

“Here, grab some of these and turn them on.” Ripley made a sweeping motion to her equipment. “Go nuts! Go put ‘em around the place, anywhere that gives you spooky vibes.”

“We don’t keep them with us?”

“Ghosts are skittish. Ghosts are shy. You want to leave the devices in peace, mostly.”

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Clawing My Way Out Of Here

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Useful life hacks:

Spice up your prose and really make your writing stand out by using exciting active verbs such as "bite" and "tear" and "rend" and "rip" and "feed" and "hunt" and "devour" and "chase" and "run" and "eat" and

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Stars in full bloom.

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em dash they could never make me hate you

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I would like to go lie in a field or actually a swamp for a few days and just bask and wallow and get dredged in and taken by alien like swamp plants as I have a personal crisis of terror but then just get back up and go back to my regular scheduled life after, you know, just some swamp time reflection

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I kind of want to write X-files fic but it's been so long since I actually watched a lot of the show, I don't remember a lot of when certain plot points happen or what's going on ever and I'm pretty sure neither did most of the showrunners at the time either but you know

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Those memes weren't lying about 1st DND character vs 20th DND character, except I skipped the other 18, 1st character to every single one after that, I'm never playing any kind of dramatic character again lest permanent psychological stress befall upon me, hello one million jester bards