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sixpenceee:

Kagome, Kagome is a creepy Japanese children’s game. 
One player is chosen as the oni (literally demon, but similar to the concept of “it” in tag and sits blindfolded (or with their eyes covered). The other children join hands and walk in circles around the oni while chanting the song for the game. When the song stops, the oni tries to name the person standing directly behind them.
The game itself is alright but wait until you hear about the creepy story based on it.
It’s about how German scientists performed experiments on children in a Hiroshima orphanege to try and make them “immortal”. It’s said that they succeeded, to an extent, but the “successful” children had “strange behavior”. 
Read a brief summary of here
Read the full version here
You can also listen to an audio version (5 minutes in length) here

sixpenceee:

Kagome, Kagome is a creepy Japanese children’s game. 

One player is chosen as the oni (literally demon, but similar to the concept of “it” in tag and sits blindfolded (or with their eyes covered). The other children join hands and walk in circles around the oni while chanting the song for the game. When the song stops, the oni tries to name the person standing directly behind them.

The game itself is alright but wait until you hear about the creepy story based on it.

It’s about how German scientists performed experiments on children in a Hiroshima orphanege to try and make them “immortal”. It’s said that they succeeded, to an extent, but the “successful” children had “strange behavior”. 

Read a brief summary of here

Read the full version here

You can also listen to an audio version (5 minutes in length) here

floralmarsupial:

Dragon/hosts desgns and httyd/ad cross overs have taken over me

norahatesorange:

…..

yukim116:

Hiroくん


Ten minutes later:

Ten minutes later:

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yuffb:

Jack Frost-Rise Of The Guardians by LucLeon

yukim116:

Jack sings ‘Let it go’ and makes tha Ice palace.

unexplained-events:

La Pascualita

Urban Legend

This mannequin has been in a store window in Chihuahua, Mexico for the past 75 years. Pascualita also has a very unique urban legend behind her. Many believe that she is not a mannequin, but the perfectly preserved corpse of the previous owner’s daughter.

Sonia Burciaga, a shop worker says, “Every time I go near Pascualita my hands break out in a sweat. Her hands are very realistic and she even has varicose veins on her legs. I believe she’s a real person.”

Other stories include Pascualita chaning positions on her own, her eyes following you around and the usual superstitions that come with haunted maannequins.

Source

Www.pao-sol.tumblr.com for the 1st pic credit

fishfranqz:

"North and Eggs"
A Dogguivi-Fishfranqz Collaboration 
Lineart and Drawing: dogguivi (Tumblr. other link was Twitter)Paint and Color: Me

fishfranqz:

"North and Eggs"

A Dogguivi-Fishfranqz Collaboration 

Lineart and Drawing: dogguivi (Tumblr. other link was Twitter)
Paint and Color: Me

grimhel:

Yes, I’ve seen the movie so… badaboom ! Here is a fan art. (still WIP)

grimhel:

Yes, I’ve seen the movie so… badaboom ! Here is a fan art. (still WIP)

≈ - There's very little Fordervelse likes more than Pitch Black when he's naked - dripping wet and/or gasping, however, happens to top his list. So, with a playful grin, the towering immortal gives the Boogeyman a forceful prod towards the pond the pair are walking beside.

the-darkest-shadow:

lord-of-depravity:

the-darkest-shadow:

Send me a “≈” and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.

     It had been an almost nice afternoon. Fordervelse had taken him out for fresh air, making sure to stay hardly a hand space away the whole time. You never knew if Pitch would try to make a run for it, or slide towards the nearest shadow. 
                                                    But it had been nice all the same.

     Ideal small chat would drifted into a near comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of the larger man’s boots, or Pitch taking in a deep breath of the warmer, clean air.
    He had just begun to relax, shoulders smoothed back from their hunchin, and his hands clasped neatly behind his back, when a broad hand connects to his side.

    Not expecting the sudden violence, the shade easily lost his footing and went head first into the pond.
    Clothing that was made of fabric, in place of shadows, weighed down his limbs, sticking to his lean form with desperation. It took him a moment to break the surface, spluttering and shaking water weed from his face. 

     He was scowling fiercly by the time he could smooth his hair out of his eyes, eyes narrowed into angry slits as he began to attempt to scale the muddy banks to get out.
     ”very ғυnny.. jυѕт coмpleтely нιlarιoυѕ..” He grumbled, dark toned and under his breath.

Watching with baited breath while Pitch came up gasping and splashing, Ford’s expression breaks apart into a near-manic smile.

Before Pitch can manage to get one of his sodden boots onto the dry bank, Fordervelse is excitedly charging him, arms opened wide to envelop the smaller man and tackle him into the shallow water.

The garnet-haired immortal despises tepid water, hates touching any water that isn’t steaming hot and coming perfectly clean out of a shower head. But all the same, the childlike need to join Pitch in the pond overwhelms him, the desire to frolic and touch damp skin and kiss a breathless mouth.

So he does, following a blithe chuckle, eyes closed and clothing drenched and pulling Pitch against his bare chest. He kisses the other man almost softly, almost sweetly, with a laugh on his lips and delight in his hands as he steadies the Boogeyman.

When he breaks away for air, Ford brushes unkempt, raven-black hair from Pitch’s forehead. “You’re pretty when you’re wet,” he teases, flicking water droplets from his free hand into Pitch’s face.

    “no, no no-!” He starts up the words, eyes wide at the sight of the hulking man literally running at him. Its terrifying, and he hardly has time to take a step back before hes scooped up and again thrown under the water. Only this time, theres a hulking, excited man child keeping him from crawling out again.

     Unlike the Lord Death, Pitch does not enjoy it nearly as much as he does. The tunic is starting to itch against his skin, and he doesn’t even want to know what has managed to worm its way into his shoe.
    He balances himself against broad shoulders, fingers curling into the soaping fur of his mantle as they kiss. He can’t help but enjoy it, if only a little, cherishing the soft, almost tender moment that is so rare in Fordervelse’s personality.

     But in a moment hes back to frowning, flinching at the water and bringing his hands up to scrub it out of his eyes. “yoυ are ιмpoѕѕιвle.” He states, even if he bends slighly to splash the bigger man.

Little Warning to my followers and the people with whom I chat on the site

I’m leaving today for a holiday, and I will not have internet for a week, just to let you know ^w^

violetkirk:

Ava as a tiny, angry knight.

violetkirk:

Ava as a tiny, angry knight.

ionahi:

'The Nightmare King warned me that following the shadows could lead me to strange places… strange worlds.'
for my lovely waifu hope-for-snow <3 here is the-king-frost relaxing with Hiccup and Toothless. i don’t usually take up painting but this was fun all the same. but i also want to die so its rly eh //flops
full res: X

ionahi:

'The Nightmare King warned me that following the shadows could lead me to strange places… strange worlds.'

for my lovely waifu hope-for-snow <3 here is the-king-frost relaxing with Hiccup and Toothless. i don’t usually take up painting but this was fun all the same. but i also want to die so its rly eh //flops

full res: X