As The Royal Oracle It Is Your Job To Write A Prophecy Every Time A Noble Child Is Born. However When

As the Royal Oracle it is your job to write a prophecy every time a noble child is born. However when you are presented with the King’s Heir you foresee that they will achieve nothing of note in their lifetime. In order to keep the King happy you must predict something that sounds impressive.

now that everyone from twitter has joined tumblr overnight, it's time to lay a couple ground rules:

1. it's not called a "retweet", it's called a "reblog", but if you're REALLY cool, you refer to it as a "rebagel"

2. if someone has fewer followers than you, it is totally fair to call them "irrelevant", but it is actually more stinging to call them "irrelephant"

3. if you see someone irl that you think might have a tumblr, you're supposed to say "i like your shoe laces". the correct response, which any true tumblrite would know by heart, is "thanks, i stole them from the president"

4. there is a particular phenomenon that happens after 12am EST called "nightblogging", and everything after this point is the fault of the australians

5. tumbeasts

Prompt No. 13

Hero cautiously walked through the lifeless street, their guard up as they looked around every now and then.

Their nemesis invited them to their base to show off a new item they've found. A mechanical cube. It was big enough to be held with both hands, every inch and corner of it scratched, nicked, and rusted.

Villain boasted about it. Tinkering about with it as Hero watched unimpressed, certain that it's just a scrapped gadget of another villain. That was until the cube suddenly lit up, lines of light intersecting as it parts of it moved, before finally engulfing the two in a blinding light.

When Hero opened their eyes, they stood in the middle of the street. An all to familiar street. Except it felt off, the street normally bustling with people is now eerily quiet. Hero immediately sought out after Villain, if they're here then Villain should be too as well, shouldn't it?

Hero took a deep breath, they don't know how long they've been walking but the more they do, the more uneasy they become. Every shop they passed by doesn't even have an employee working in it. It was almost like they were the last person on earth. But that couldn't be possible. They were just with Villain! Playing around with that broken cube, well, supposedly broken.

They hugged themself, squeezing firmly on their arm, trying their hardest to keep their calm when finally, they heard a faint voice in the distance. They rushed to it, desperate to find another person. And there they saw Villain at last, just as desperate but for an entirely different reason.

"S-see? Look! A bunny!" They stuttered, forming their hands into the shape, perhaps in the shadow it would've looked like a bunny but there wasn't any shadow at all to show it.

Despite that, the child in front of them tried to see the likeness anyway, tilting his head and squinting his reddened and puffy eyes.

"Villain! I finally found you!" Hero ran to Villain and even before reaching them, the criminal practically threw themself at the do-gooder. Luckily Hero managed to keep their balance, their eyes wide. Villain never hugged them like this before.

"Hero! You're here!"

"Y-yeah... Uhm... I'm here."

They stood there frozen for a minute, before realization hits Villain and they quickly pulled back, moving a few steps back with their head turned away from Hero. Their eyes and nape slowly turning a bright shade of red.

Hero chuckled, seeing Villain again was a relief, but the lightness of the situation relieved them even more.

"Anyway, that kid..." Hero pointed to the boy who merely stared at them, but compared to before, he seemed much calmer.

"A-ah! I found them inside a shop. I called out to him and suddenly he ran to touch my hands and legs and started crying." Villain cleared their throat, their composure coming back to them, "it was a struggle getting him to calm down," they sighed.

"I... I couldn't help it..." The boy spoke, his voice barely a whisper, "It's been... It's been a long time since... since I saw actual people again..."

Conversation Prompt

“This is a big thing to trust me with, aren’t you going to give me the big threatening speech about what you’ll do to me if I mess it up?”

“I’ve seen how you look at her. If you mess this up, you’ll know far better than me about everything that you’ve lost. Good luck. I hope you succeed, for both of your sakes.”

The ability to turn the post above you into the speech bubble of a character of your choice is an essential weapon of tumblr pvp.