#Immotal no

[taintedcigs]

everytime joe is on my screen i wanna squish his cheeks and eat him and give him the biggest warmest hug and put him in this comfortable cage where he’ll be safe forever. guys this parasocialism shit goes crazy………

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

I will never sleep alone (never without you) Whatever you say to me I already know If I said something to you You would take those words There's so much power in those words

[medicus-mortem]

[💀] - Here is a quick run down of my Weird West au.

Law's family dies in a house fire started by a gang of criminals. In his own desire to survive, Law makes a deal with a devil on accident. This deal makes him functionally unkillable. You shoot him dead, and he'll get back up an hour later. For a time, he will be dead, but he never stays that way, and when he wakes up again, Law is perfectly healed. He keeps a journal to document the different time frames for his many deaths. He can also talk to the dead because he's been to the otherside.

Law is still a doctor, for what that's worth in the cowboy era. He's also the leader of a gang of criminals and an accomplished confidence man. He can sell you a worn boot with a smile and a surety that it will get you where you're going. He's known for his schemes and swindles and can talk his way out of any problem.

Basically, he's Jonah Hex mixed with Dutch van der Linde from Red Dead Redemption, and yes, he also eventually goes mad like Dutch does.

[soliddaddy96]

RACISM IS REAL

[pulquedeguayaba]

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I'm so fucking tired of everything

Of this stuck loop I've been into since the pandemic started (but more with my current job since June 2021)

It's like a monotonous and neurosis inducing limbo in which I'm further stuck with the toxic cycle of depression-substance abuse-possible adhd and it's do hard to get out

Taking slow and size varying steps but it's not enough

It's becoming worse lately, I can barely tolerate the people I live with. There's nothing I wish more than to have my own place just me and my dog, and no one else, at least for quite a while (except for more animals ofc, the only ones who truly brighten a home without ever giving you bitter moments). Which is hard becos gentrification and still doable ofc but it'd be like a medium-term goal (especially cos I'm not sharing).

Also I've been more aware cos lately I'm exclusively smoking hashish (except for this weekend, and yeah, definitely putting regular consumption of weed aside for some time, for this and other [dysmorphia/dysphoria/ed] related reasons) and yeah no.

And it's kinda messy and got it sorted in my head but the people around me don't respect me (and for the most part I don't care except it shows in certain interactions that have been irritating me A LOT lately) and like don't expect anything from me but some of them are also kind of disappointed in very this passive aggressive and cunty way. And I hate it and I been hating interacting with them (which isn't that often but even the shortest interactions with most of them are enough for me to feel annoyed for a while) and I can't even complain cos they'd be like tf u on? Y u overreacting? So sensitive must be the drugs and again the scenario where everyone is allowed to be angry and call people out be assertive and be emotional except fucking me (apparently is related to the cancer Mars curse, that horrendous and useless placement)

And I just wish my domestic life wasn't this stressful and because I'm a body freak I got all my reactions and ticks in check and so my body has to find ways to let out the stress (even though I work out every day sometimes quite intensely) also this is where weed usually came in but again had been giving me headaches lately plus the binge eating and yeah the smell cos paranoia and again the cycle

I feel so trapped and I feel so stuck

And I just wish I could just one day wake up and being a workaholic and get out from here

[perceremade]

My stupid male literature teaher who talks about cool stuff is sad causs he thinks nobdy give af but I give af.but Im shy

[cheongha]

Phoenix

[melenoria]

4•24•24

Some dates must be captured— too aesthetically pleasant to allow to float on by on the streams of time that wander toward history and so this is what to do— immortalize them! (Spenser did it; so can you.) Set an ambush in the river, spread the net out wide and catch those numbers before they fall off the mountainside. Then write a little something shaped (at least) like a poem and…

[fairies-anonymous-co]

to the immot joists names are entirely inconsequential, they understand the human soul as a flickering flame, an uncontrollable infinite spirit that is only caged by an unchanging name. Some of them choose names that they keep consistently, while others change their names daily, it is the norm. In speech they may even say something along the lines of “today I am hatred.” or “now I am a ball of fire.” after which conversation partners can be inclined to call them by those names for a time

[hiro-doodlez]

DAY 12: HOODIE

13:IMMOTAL

14: CHEATING

Just stuffed a bunch of prompts into 1 because I LOST A BIT OF MOTIVATION (dont worry i stole it BACK BITCHESSS)

[askathewierdo]

Grabs you.

I saw your tags on my DPxDC cat Danny post and I want you to tell me about your immotal cat oc.

You have just made my entire week.

Firas is part of a group of seven OCS (nicknamed the 7 sides). They're part of a multiverse like fanfiction series that has been living rent free in my head for.... 4 years? Something like that.

Anyway Firas is an immortal cat who has the laziness of a Nara and the people watching habits of Nedzu. With every world that they get dropped into they find an interesting human and get adopted by them.

Then they proceed to watch their life like a sitcom. However unlike a sitcom Firas does occasionally Do Stuff that effects people and/or the plot.

Stinky-Goth-Man made Books-Death-Kind mad again? Cat fur in his coffee.

Angry-Stabbie-Kit trying to stab Books-Death-Kind!? Oh no, this will not do.

Books-Death-Kind forgetting Angry-Stabbie-Kit is a kit?!?!?!? Head swats for both of you and no petting for a week.

Books-Death-Kind is sad? Cuddles. Firas will purr the sad away.

I actually have a few drawings of Firas! I'll add them below! :D

(forgot to mention but yes, they do have a human form that I've designed although I don't actually know if they'll be able to transform into it barring plot reasons. It just helps for me to have a human version in order to develop their character)

[kayeonandherbunny]

Egg in wonderhell

My Fizzarozzie fanchild

picture artist: @funny010125 (commision)

she is a cute and grumpy baby chicken.

Because her brain damage, Eggletina is difficulty communicating. so she gets dangerous easily. Daddy ozzie is always so worried that his baby will get hurt.

To be honest, Ozz doesn't like his husband and baby leaving the palace. Because they live in hell. He is afraid that his husband and baby will meet bad people when they goes out. he is an immotal so he can protect his family from everything forever.

But fizz thinks differently. because he is not an immotal. he know that He can only stay with his husband and baby about 60 years. He wants one day his baby will be a big girl who can anything even without her daddy fizz.

so fizz wants that his baby out to the world and experience and learn many things. Even if it takes more time than others.

[schizografia]

Un artista in cui convive con gra-zia, sotto lo strato sottile dell'uma-nesimo, il senso un po' incerto e selvaggio dei misteri della favola antica - il Pollaiolo - ha dipinto una graziosa Dafne, ghermita dal genio delle metamorfosi proprio nell'istante in cui Apollo sta per raggiungerla: le braccia divengono rami, le estremità fronde di foglie mosse dai venti leggeri. Mi par di vedere l'uomo dell'antichità, respirare il mondo con le mani, tendere le dita come a fare una rete per acciuffare l'imponderabile.

«Le mie mani», dice il Centauro, «hanno saggiato le rocce, le acque, le piante innumerevoli e i più sottili fremiti dell'aria, perché io le ho alzate nelle cieche notti immote, per sorprendere le brezze e trarne auspici benevoli al mio cammino...»?. Il Centauro e Dafne, benedetti dagli dei, nella metamorfosi o nella stabilità, non potevano disporre di altre armi che quella della nostra razza per «penetrare» l'universo e possederlo, finanche nelle correnti traslucide che non hanno peso e che l'occhio non può vedere.

H. Focillon

[donaruz]

“La danza della neve” di Ada Negri

Sui campi e sulle strade

silenziosa e lieve

volteggiando, la neve

cade.

Danza la falda bianca

nell’ampio ciel scherzosa,

Poi sul terren si posa

stanca.

In mille immote forme

sui tetti e sui camini,

sui cippi e sui giardini

dorme.

Tutto d’intorno è pace;

chiuso in oblio profondo,

indifferente il mondo

tace.

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[corantus]

commission for @immot of serge [they/it] and dio [xey/xem]!!

[greenbor]

"Versi per Blok" poesia di Marina Cvetaeva

Il tuo nome: un uccello nella mano, il tuo nome: ghiaccio sulla lingua. Un solo movimento delle labbra. Il tuo nome in tutto cinque lettere. Una piccola palla ghermita in aria, un sonaglio d'argento sulla bocca. Petra gettata in un placido stagno, singhiozza come il suono del tuo nome. Nel colpo degli zoccoli notturni, il tuo nome rumoroso rimbomba. Lo scatto del grilletto lo pronuncia ad alta voce per noi.

Il tuo nome - ah, impossibile! Il tuo nome: un bacio sugli occhi, nel dolce freddo delle immote palpebre, Il tuo nome è un bacio sulla neve. Acqua di sorgente, gelida e blu, il sonno è profondo col tuo nome.