#something strange

[xemnas178]

exchange

(Mathias and Maxim)

↑what I think about Mathias'clothes

#castlevania #maxim kischine #mathias cronqvist #something strange #fan art

[hiimgin]

I-

Uhhh-

I don't want to explain it in ANY way.

(Yes, this was drawn on the phone again.)

#amour draws #art #something strange #and stupid #sorry #but yeah #it's my pony-sona

[gbveryspecialguests]

[It was a rather normal day in Paranorm-Eye Agency, as normal as a day could be when your line of work is investigating the supernatural- but still.]

[Matt was just making his way towards his desk when a sudden envelope could be seen on it...a plain white one with the only words being "For Matt, From Bradley." Huh. How strange.]

[As Matt picked up the envelope to inspect it, a sudden chirpy voice rang out into the office.]

Heyyy Matt~!

[Keith smiles as naturally as he can, but the goofy grin stuck on his face as he saw the envelope was a dead giveaway that something was up-]

What'cha got there? Mail? Maybe you should open it up and read it!

[He urges with quick little hand waves and giddy giggles.]

[Once opened, the contents of the mail consisted of a formal apology of some sorts with Bradley saying how he's sorry for being such a pain and that he'll finally give back those tools he borrowed....and shirt......and math notes for that upcoming test- soon apologizing again that he can't give back the credits he got from previous tests but oh well-]

Woah.....seems like something happened to him. Maybe someoneee had a lil talk with him

[He says while sticking his tongue out and winking in an aloof manner....surpriseee!]

Huh - He never apologized like this before... But I think it's good?

Why is it good?

Oh. Hang on, I almost forgot I had to call Michael about something!

(Ring)

Hm... Voicemail? Weird. Maybe he's busy.

I'll try calling the rest.

Lizzy? Voicemail.

Sabrina? Voicemail.

Sheena? Voicemail.

Boome? Voicemail.

Cμᴉɼqʁԍu -

Weird... No one's answering? Is this a weird friend event?

Huh, maybe I'm all own my own.. Well except for you, Keith.

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#goosebumps #horrorland #goosebumps horrorland #Something strange #Something familiar #something scary #goosebumps matt daniels #matt daniels #big brother matt #m.d 🕶️ #Keith #Keith :3 #Keith :) #art #goosebumps fanart #fanart

[midnightstar-90]

Evan Peters was right when he said that AHS brought him into a dark place.

I’m writing this one shot for Kit, and some very disturbing things that I would never normally write came to mind.

I’m quickly learning that the writers and creators of AHS are some very disturbed people. Then again Ryan Murphy did make Glee.

Should’ve known.

#rant #random #ryan murphy #ahs fandom #evan peters #something strange #🤷🏽‍♀️

[kliofyart]

This means that Douglas Mackinnon's departure has nothing to do with good omens, and it's all about something that happened between Neil and Douglas. And I think that's something really bad, because you don't leave two beloved shows out of nowhere...

#douglas mackinnon #neil gaiman #good omens #anansi boys #something strange #david tennant #michael sheen #prime video #co-showrunners

[bonneblah]

Hymn goes to the bar... and guess who makes another surprise appearance?

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#ts4 #thesims4 #simblr #ts4gameplay #ts4story #something strange #strangerville gamelplay #just remembered this exists??

[mikkkle]

Uh, I just had a sudden urge to post my drawing, I feel weird. I don't think it will attract people, but still let it just be😨/У меня просто возникло внезапное желание опубликовать свой рисунок, я чувствую себя странно. Я не ��умаю, что это привлечет людей, но все же пусть будет так😨

#art #picture #pixel art #bright colors #something strange #рисунок #арт

[witchbeat]

girl HELP i haven't posted shit in months (rummages through my folders) uuuhhh take this sopping wet dude. he's a psychic with everything wrong in his life ever. i think he's only alive bc he's too spiteful to die.

#oc: shane jacobs #my art #artists on tumblr #help i forgot how my tagging system works #something strange #face your fears

[lilycoris]

strange, stranger, strangest

#something strange #like a #ditto #steve #is there too

[loganmarloe]

Prompted Writing #7

A prompt from Love, Death, & Robots creator Tim Miller and supervising director Jennifer Yuh Nelson:

Write or draw something that seems normal…

until it isn’t.

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Tarja is on the way to the grocery store, but he’s peeved about it. His mom should have gotten the cabbage yesterday when she went shopping. She should be going out to get it, not interrupting his D&D session with his friends online.

Scuffing his shoes as he walks, he sees his reflection suddenly in a puddle of water. He shoves his unruly black hair out of his face and straightens up a little. He looks around to see if anyone caught him being vain, but nobody’s there.

The street is nice and quiet right now, meaning Mrs. Tan isn’t sitting outside, critiquing the neighbor kids’ clothing or how they wear their hair. The trash truck is gone and the dogs all seem to be napping. There is the odd group of kids, playing basketball with an improvised hoop tacked up on a telephone pole. Then there’s Mr. Tandy’s violin student, who actually seems to be getting better. The sound isn’t quite like a cat in heat anymore.

He gets down to the corner and turns left. As he walks along the new street, he ends up in his own head, going over some of the scenarios of the game.

He looks up from the sidewalk just in time to see a white cat cross his path. He thinks it’s weird, as he’s lived in this neighborhood for all of his 19 years and he’s never seen a cat so white around here and hasn’t heard of anyone moving. He shrugs mentally. Cats are pretty weird, so who knows where it came from, though it’s pretty strange that the cat has one black paw. It reminds him of Mrs. Paulson’s cat. Mister Muffin is black with one pure white paw on the same leg as this one.

He just gets past the little apartment building that only has six units when he notices the building is a slightly lighter color of brown. He stops and stares. He’s heard of colors fading in the sun, but never so uniformly - or fast. It was darker just two days ago and it doesn’t look like new paint. He stands there for several minutes, trying to process this when one of the neighborhood kids comes tearing around the corner on his bike, headed back to his house. Over his shoulder, the kid yells something indistinct. He seems scared.

Tarja shakes himself and continues toward the little store on the corner just a few blocks away.

He’s nearly there when he smells something strange. He can’t quite place it, but it seems to be related to some pale mist or smoke that’s coming out of a big truck’s tailpipe. He knows pale exhaust means something is really wrong with an engine, but it sounds just fine as it pulls away. The smell sticks around after it’s gone, so he looks around for the source.

After a moment, he sees a puddle of something cream-colored. He thinks it’s probably the proverbial spilled milk, though it doesn’t smell like milk - spoiled or otherwise.

He goes in the store and looks for the owner, Lani Orrison. When he can’t find her, he goes up to the clerk, who’s unfamiliar, and asks where Lani is.

“Who?” the clerk says.

“You know, Lani, your boss?” he says. The clerk just looks at him with knitted brows and tightening lips. “The owner? Lani Orrison?”

“I’m the owner, wise guy,” the clerk says. “Who are you, anyway? Haven’t seen you around here before. How would you know who own this place, anyway?” His voice rises as he finishes the last question.

“I - I’m sorry,” Tarja stammers, not wanting to piss off the large gentleman who said he owned the place. “I just wanted to tell her - ah, just mention that there’s a puddle of some weird, white stuff outside that smells suspicious. That’s all.”

“Weird white stuff? You mean the oil leak? That’s been there for a week. My supplier was supposed to come fix that. What’s so weird about it? It’s not even dirty, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

Tarja doesn’t know how to process this information. Oil? What does he mean, oil? Oil isn’t white, he thinks. He decides to drop it, as he’s extremely worried that this guy will rearrange his face if he keeps pressing. He can practically feel the heat coming off the guy.

He decides to just buy the cabbage and go home. When he gets to the produce aisle, however, the cabbage is a weird peach color. He’s never seen cabbage that color and wonders if it’s safe to eat. He’s about to go ask the guy about the funny color, but he stops himself.

He doesn’t want to bother him again and, besides, the colors of everything seem off.

He starts to look around - really look around - and discovers other things that are weird, not just the colors. The produce bins, which are normally a green plastic, are painted yellow wood. And the prices look like they have numbers on them, but they only look like that from a distance. Up close, the symbols are pretty different.

He goes to another aisle and sees the cans of tomatoes on the shelves right were they always are, but they’re square and the lettering of the label is just a bit wrong. At least they’re still red, he thinks. He backs up and bumps into a woman pushing a cart with a little kid in it. The cart has inflatable tires and it’s their quiet operation that caused him to not notice it.

“Sorry,” he mumbles and veers off down another aisle.

He scans the shelves of skin care products, but doesn’t really see them. He gets to the makeup section and realizes that makeup comes in different colors, anyway, so it wouldn’t seem strange. Then he catches a look at himself in one of those little mirrors with a handle, hanging on its post and stops dead.

He feels like he can’t breathe. His mouth opens and closes to no avail. His eyes are riveted on the image in the mirror. He knows he should see himself, and he does, but not quite. His cheeks are softer - the edges of his jaw seem, well, gone. His nose is a bit shorter and his lips are a bit fuller. He reaches up and touches his ears and finds they’re as small as they look. He finally reaches the end of his oxygen and sucks in a deep, heaving breath.

That’s when he notices something else. When he breathes, he can see his chest - without looking down. He lets his hands drop from his ears and hesitates just below his collarbone and then touches his chest right where his pectoral muscles should be.

His hands press on soft, yielding flesh. He pulls his hands away in a hurry and looks down. Breasts!

He suddenly can’t breathe again. His mouth opens and closes as fast as a fish that’s just been pulled out of a stream.

All of his thoughts are a jumble of strange colors and shapes. He notices the edges of his vision are growing darker and then he faints dead away.

When he comes to, he finds the clerk/owner bent over him, along with the woman he bumped into. The little kid is pointing at him from the cart seat and babbling.

“Ma’am?” the clerk says, eyebrows knit together again, but slightly higher on his face. “Are you all right? You fainted.”

The woman takes off her sweater and starts to bundle it into a pillow. “Here, let’s get your head off the linoleum, hon.”

Tarja sits up suddenly, causing a mighty pain in his head and looks down at himself again. He finds that he’s still, well, female. He screams. It comes out in a high pitch he’s never heard himself utter. He jumps to his feet and bolts out of the store and into oncoming traffic. 

The truck driver never saw her.

#writing #original writing #fiction #writers on tumblr #tarja the d&der #writing prompt #fantasy #something strange

[vintage-tigre]

#vintage comics #children’s book #aesthetic #vintage #90s aesthetic #mushrooms #trippy #old school cool #something strange #yok yok #drugs are bad mmkay

[hiimgin]

Real and weird stories:

When I was about 14 years old, I picked up The Saga of Darren Shan from my older brother. I was really into the book at first....

On that unfortunate day when I picked it up, I was sent to my paternal grandmother for a couple of days, as usual (I don't communicate with my father, but I keep in touch with his family. Relatives, after all). And so the night came.

I, without thinking about anything, put the book on the table, as I usually do, to return to reading in the morning.

Morning comes. I get up and don't find the book on the table. I go to ask my grandmother, she only divorces her hands, saying that she has not seen my book.

In sad feelings I wrote to my brother about its disappearance, luckily he was not angry with me at that moment.

And now the denouement. I found out years later that my grandmother burned the book at night because the first scene in it is literally a bathroom scene.

Just imagine my face at that moment

#something strange #Just stories from my life

[brw]

My least favourite type of internet person is the person who claims fanfic is over thousands of years old or whatever. I understand we like to joke but fanfiction is fundamentally tied to fandom culture and is a very specific way of engaging with media. Religious texts based off other religious texts is not fanfiction and it is worrying the only way you can justify your interest is by comparing the two. I promise you you don't have to reinvent the wheel to write fanfic you can just do that but we don't have to say "Shakespeare wrote fanfiction about Richard III", there was not a Richard III fandom in 1592, that was called the divine right of kings.

#brieuc.txt #I just dislike those kinds of comments #it feels like trying to justify and validate something that doesn't need it #the desire to prop fanfic up as just as much a serious text is strange? fanfic is more interesting in it's relationship to modern media #modern filmmaking modern storytelling #rather than bending over backwards to call dante's inferno fanfiction

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Guinevere's wedding dress and chainmail veil in Excalibur 1981

#guinevere #excalibur 1981 #excalibur #per #perioddramaedit #period drama #periodcostume #wedding dress #wedding veil #fantasy movies #fantasy #arthurian mythology #arthurian literature #arthur pendragon #arthurian legend #the movie is strange #but the wedding scene is a dream #so otherworldly #and the veil is really something else

[smokestarrules]

#was talking to one of my siblings about this a few days ago and it really stuck with me. for me I will not make the connection that this #character and I share a name unless someone says something to me. otherwise I'll realize it eventually but it will take a While #like. thats [name]. that's not me. that's [name]?? #but my sibling says that they're actually taken out of the story for a bit if a character with their name is introduced because it's so #strange for their brain to process. which is So interesting to me #very curious to see how this ends up #smokey speaks #polls #500 #1k

[nerdpoe]

Danny, after going on a walk through the Ghost Zone, comes across a very friendly couple who quasi-adopt him.

They're super cool, too!

They used to be a part of a traveling circus, and they know how to do all sorts of neat tricks and flips and they teach him how to do them too!

Honestly, with their help his flying becomes next level; they forced him to obey gravity long enough to learn how to ignore it without using his abilities, and as such he gets a greater understanding of how to maneuver through it.

So when his Freshman class goes to Gotham on a field trip (scare tactic to prevent them from becoming drop outs because "oh if you drop out you'll resort to being a thug and you'll be trapped in this cursed city foreverrrrrr ooooooooo~") Danny decides to show off to Sam and Tucker in a small park.

He does a quadruple flip off of a wall he ran up.

Barbara stares in disbelief through her cameras.

That.

That shouldn't be possible?

She calls Dick to ask if he had any siblings or cousins he wasn't aware of.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #danny loves his new circus tricks #he's having a blast #he has even more of a blast when a harried looking man randomly shows up #stares at him for a bit #then starts to do a trick-off with danny #danny has no idea who this dude is but he's having the time of his life #dick is getting more and more convinced that this kid is an alternate version of him or something #because he's been running the kid through the Grayson act as much as he can with what's around them #and the kid is nailing it #in the ghost zone the graysons are very happy that their son and their quasi-adopted strange half-dead son finally met