Feet thunder past you in the dark, an athleticism that is intense and precise and mindless.
You make a note of the car’s license plate.
Someone has agitated the Runalong
You make a note of the car’s license plate.
Someone has agitated the Runalong
January 17, 2026 at 8:27 PM
Feet thunder past you in the dark, an athleticism that is intense and precise and mindless.
You make a note of the car’s license plate.
Someone has agitated the Runalong
You make a note of the car’s license plate.
Someone has agitated the Runalong
He turned off the alarm on the first beep. It was early, but he felt good. Well rested! He’d gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before.
It turns out the key to a good night’s sleep was deciding your dreams were fake and replacing time wasted chasing them with a healthy eight hours of sleep
It turns out the key to a good night’s sleep was deciding your dreams were fake and replacing time wasted chasing them with a healthy eight hours of sleep
January 16, 2026 at 5:29 AM
He turned off the alarm on the first beep. It was early, but he felt good. Well rested! He’d gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before.
It turns out the key to a good night’s sleep was deciding your dreams were fake and replacing time wasted chasing them with a healthy eight hours of sleep
It turns out the key to a good night’s sleep was deciding your dreams were fake and replacing time wasted chasing them with a healthy eight hours of sleep
The doors burst open and the mob rushed in. “This castle is full of monsters! Werewolves and vampires and hunchbacks!”
The music screeches to a stop. One of the werewolves pats Igor’s hand protectively.
A vampire snatches the glasses off a villager’s nose. “Look out! It’s a monster with MYOPIA!”
The music screeches to a stop. One of the werewolves pats Igor’s hand protectively.
A vampire snatches the glasses off a villager’s nose. “Look out! It’s a monster with MYOPIA!”
January 9, 2026 at 6:46 PM
The doors burst open and the mob rushed in. “This castle is full of monsters! Werewolves and vampires and hunchbacks!”
The music screeches to a stop. One of the werewolves pats Igor’s hand protectively.
A vampire snatches the glasses off a villager’s nose. “Look out! It’s a monster with MYOPIA!”
The music screeches to a stop. One of the werewolves pats Igor’s hand protectively.
A vampire snatches the glasses off a villager’s nose. “Look out! It’s a monster with MYOPIA!”
Reposted by Tower727
It is suspected by some to be related to the impossible visions reported by sailors, of horrifying sea-muensters, cheesecloth-rigged ships sailing inverted in the sky, mighty Roqueforts clinging to clouds, their cheesebrick-crenelated towers reaching nearly to the horizon: The legendary Feta Morgana
January 9, 2026 at 2:20 AM
It is suspected by some to be related to the impossible visions reported by sailors, of horrifying sea-muensters, cheesecloth-rigged ships sailing inverted in the sky, mighty Roqueforts clinging to clouds, their cheesebrick-crenelated towers reaching nearly to the horizon: The legendary Feta Morgana
“Victor! I don’t think we can be friends any more.”
Victor lowered the brain, stunned. He didn’t know his Assistant thought they were friends. Or that Igor might even be capable of having a friend.
He realized with shame that he did not really even consider the man to be human.
Victor lowered the brain, stunned. He didn’t know his Assistant thought they were friends. Or that Igor might even be capable of having a friend.
He realized with shame that he did not really even consider the man to be human.
January 9, 2026 at 2:24 AM
“Victor! I don’t think we can be friends any more.”
Victor lowered the brain, stunned. He didn’t know his Assistant thought they were friends. Or that Igor might even be capable of having a friend.
He realized with shame that he did not really even consider the man to be human.
Victor lowered the brain, stunned. He didn’t know his Assistant thought they were friends. Or that Igor might even be capable of having a friend.
He realized with shame that he did not really even consider the man to be human.
The Mad Bleu is a sentient cheese of the Cold Forests. An emissary and extension of the penicillin fungal networks that allows the forest to communicate.
You’ll smell it before you see it.
You’ll need to taste it to understand.
You’ll smell it before you see it.
You’ll need to taste it to understand.
January 9, 2026 at 12:54 AM
The Mad Bleu is a sentient cheese of the Cold Forests. An emissary and extension of the penicillin fungal networks that allows the forest to communicate.
You’ll smell it before you see it.
You’ll need to taste it to understand.
You’ll smell it before you see it.
You’ll need to taste it to understand.
“How exciting it is to travel.”
He thought, curling up in his hammock.
“How wonderful it is to be home.”
It was good to be in his own bed.
He thought, curling up in his hammock.
“How wonderful it is to be home.”
It was good to be in his own bed.
December 12, 2025 at 1:49 AM
“How exciting it is to travel.”
He thought, curling up in his hammock.
“How wonderful it is to be home.”
It was good to be in his own bed.
He thought, curling up in his hammock.
“How wonderful it is to be home.”
It was good to be in his own bed.
He stared for a moment, understanding dawning on his face.
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
November 3, 2025 at 4:41 AM
He stared for a moment, understanding dawning on his face.
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
Lava chicken: it’s spicy
October 30, 2025 at 5:18 AM
Lava chicken: it’s spicy
A polyglottal strix has been stalking you.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
October 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
A polyglottal strix has been stalking you.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
The wise man smiled apologetically. “I could not bring the mountain to you, so—“
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
October 19, 2025 at 7:34 PM
The wise man smiled apologetically. “I could not bring the mountain to you, so—“
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
Shrines are often marked by growths of hiderangeas, huge stands of dark flowers that absorb sunlight and convert it into electricity to run the shrine’s defenses.
September 27, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Shrines are often marked by growths of hiderangeas, huge stands of dark flowers that absorb sunlight and convert it into electricity to run the shrine’s defenses.
If you follow the creek south from Main Street, there’s a dungeon under the Park Lane bridge.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
September 27, 2025 at 9:55 PM
If you follow the creek south from Main Street, there’s a dungeon under the Park Lane bridge.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Abner regarded the tiny Thesean House with its pulsing ghost lights.
September 13, 2025 at 7:57 PM
Abner regarded the tiny Thesean House with its pulsing ghost lights.
The children of the forest must never leave its borders. If they do, they’ll die.
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
August 26, 2025 at 5:38 AM
The children of the forest must never leave its borders. If they do, they’ll die.
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
The M727 Donor Buzzard hovers over the battlefield, seeking organs to harvest for infusions. Although technically medics, they’re universally hated and attacked for the morbid display of medical cannibalism.
August 25, 2025 at 3:45 AM
The M727 Donor Buzzard hovers over the battlefield, seeking organs to harvest for infusions. Although technically medics, they’re universally hated and attacked for the morbid display of medical cannibalism.
As you’ve run your route, something has been wrong all day.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
August 23, 2025 at 10:25 PM
As you’ve run your route, something has been wrong all day.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
He frowned and looks at the cookie. “I’m scared. I know how this fight ends for me.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
August 23, 2025 at 3:48 AM
He frowned and looks at the cookie. “I’m scared. I know how this fight ends for me.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
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If you calibrate your karma just right, say by doing mostly the right thing but being very passive-aggressive about it, you can achieve a horseshoe orbit
August 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
If you calibrate your karma just right, say by doing mostly the right thing but being very passive-aggressive about it, you can achieve a horseshoe orbit
Let’s go back to 1999-style webrings
August 19, 2025 at 3:07 AM
Let’s go back to 1999-style webrings
It’s running down a long hallway. As it gets closer to the exit door and the light there, its shadow gets bigger and more terrifying. That’s how shadows work.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
August 19, 2025 at 3:05 AM
It’s running down a long hallway. As it gets closer to the exit door and the light there, its shadow gets bigger and more terrifying. That’s how shadows work.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Walking on dunes at night, you spy something, bobbing out at sea.
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
August 18, 2025 at 10:38 PM
Walking on dunes at night, you spy something, bobbing out at sea.
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
The ghost ship Kokovoko sails on treacherous waters. Across whirlpools and shallows. Over reefs and under storms
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
August 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
The ghost ship Kokovoko sails on treacherous waters. Across whirlpools and shallows. Over reefs and under storms
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Each planet in the solar system is a level in the dharmic wheel. Behave well enough and your spirit will ascend onward, to Mars. Behave poorly and you will be punished, drifting down to Venus, or Mercury.
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
August 18, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Each planet in the solar system is a level in the dharmic wheel. Behave well enough and your spirit will ascend onward, to Mars. Behave poorly and you will be punished, drifting down to Venus, or Mercury.
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona