#Imortal

[foursthemagicknumber]

Rex: YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE ON A SPIRITUAL RETREAT

Immortal: Namaste 

Rex: AND YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! 

Kate: I got better?

[imareallifeangel]

୨ৎits immortality my darlings୨ৎ

[ourflagmeansworms]

Does anyone else remember that time Sam Winchester proposed that he and Dean go full Frankenstein and use science to turn themselves into immortals who have to steal body parts from living people until they entirely ship of Theseus on themselves? No just me?

[quendlyn]

A Secret You Would Die For

Inspired by this clip from Death Becomes Her, the musical. The whole musical was fantastic. I can't wait till the whole soundtrack is out. If you can't tell by my previous posts that I am hyperficsating on Batman and Danny Phantom, have I seen either of the source materials? Kinda, but mostly no, wait, where was I going with this....RIGHT.

Basically, a new villain/cult/evildoer has surfaced in Gotham. But wait, they're not actually new. According to what Tim has found, the same people who are committing some of the cold cases are also committing current-day crimes. But how? Some of these cold cases are really old! After some digging, Tim discovered that all of these people have one thing in common: they all went to a very specific store. You can't find this store on Google; apparently, you can only even know its location through a business card. And, well, technically, Tim did find its location through a business card. A business card he stole from the store's newest customer. With a couple of other members of the bat family, Tim sneaks into the store. The store looked normal, just some candles, ghost plushies, salts, incense, and crystals. It all looks normal except for something very curious sitting on the front counter. A glowing green crystal on the counter. It looks like a recreation of a bottle with the way glass encases the crystal. All it takes is pressing down on its metal head for the purple in the back to flutter in a new breeze. Tim and Co. find a long black marble staircase that leads to a basement, no a ballroom. The room is supported by marble pillars scattered around. He can feel the chill of the floor permeate through his boots. A hoard of people in skimpy vine-like body suits surrounds them. There's not enough of them to be an issue in most cases. Regular goons, easy peasy. Highly trained, athletic attackers with home-field advantage, some idea of their weaknesses, and outnumber them greatly, well, that's an issue. To put it simply, they lose and are tied up before another staircase opposite the main exit. A gorgeous woman decked out in a high-low dress mimicking leaves and purple flowers. She looks over all of them before she speaks. She explains how, since the beginning of Gotham, she's been freeing beautiful young people of their imperfections. When they question how, she offers to give them a demonstration. The thorn-clad goons drag Tim to kneel at her feet. She pulls something from her vast, sweeping sleeve. It is just like the crystal at the desk, but instead of a crystal, it is full of a glowing green liquid. Removing the top reveals a long, thin dagger that she plunges through his finger. She places it back in the vial for a bit before forcing Tim to drink it. The vigilantes behind Tim writhe in their bonds, their breath quick in anticipation of what will happen to one of their birds.

Nothing happens for Tim besides a cold, iron-like taste refusing to fade from his mouth until a cold seeps through his body from his heart. The shock of his heart no longer beating steals the breath from his lungs. They don't fight to pull any more air in. The cold seeps into his bones and forces his muscles to relax. He can barely feel the hands that pick his slumped body up from the floor. His vision darkens around the edges as he is laid on a purple chaise lounge. He can't feel the plush underneath his hand. Panic and fear slip through his fingers as his hearing fades. Then the ice turns from comforting to burning as he's ripped away from death's eternal sleep. His muscles spasm, and his back arches; there's no breath in his lungs to formulate words. He shakes with his head pressed against the cold, cold floor. The taste of cold iron mixes with the taste of bile. Amethyst heels click against the floor towards him. A hand her hand lifts his chin gently, blue eyes meet violet. She smiles.

[mokimo-art]

client want me to go hard, so i went HARD

[angelprincess44]

i despise math 💔

[campbellsoup1986]

Joel : I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Snailishbeans : I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Joel : Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

[the-suns-a-tube]

in approximately 4-6 weeks i will be the proud owner of a horrible 3d model jonny headshot

They needed side views and the mechs just so happened to provide us with perfect mugshots

yes i spent 50 dollars on this. if only the mechs still sold official merchandise. then i wouldn't have to do this. Alas.

[xxvampboyxx]

This is my baby angel. There will be an info dump for him and his side story soon... with toxic yoai 👅

[dawnsflower]

Sephiroth, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Cloud: But how-

Sephiroth, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

[rr-sheep]

{SalamandreRendy}

✖.-(oc belongs to my friend franesco/rendy)-.✖

[juliaprybylskiart]

Aphrodite is finished bow down to her

[crow-crystal]

Would you turn me into a vampire?

..No

Why not?

You don't want to live as long as I have dear, and frankly.. I don't want to be the reason you live with the pain I have to

.. But you'd never be alone.

.. I would rather be alone than be the reason you're put into a life no one truly desires.

...

I'm sorry.

Why?

I can't give you what you want.

.. I don't want you to lie to me. You promised you never would.. even if it means telling me you'd let me go if I asked.

... I love you.

I know. You would've said yes if you didn't.

I'm sorry

Don't be, I love you too, and there's nothing wrong with that

(I have decided to start posting all the random stuff I've written in my notes app over the years.)

[memento-mori-knight]

"Eu hoje transito entre a vida e a morte somente por você."

Harry Ghost

[angelprincess44]

[platosshadowpuppet]

I found the path by accident, while wandering the overgrown graveyard. It was one of my favourite places to walk in the city, full of winding desire paths amongst spreading trees, with headstones and memorials sprouting here and there from the long grass like mushrooms after rain.

I was picking early raspberries when I noticed the path. So slight, like a deer trail, and just hard earth, kept clear by constant use. It led to a long disused corner of the already neglected graveyard, where one plain tombstone stood.

When I first saw it it was catching the last of the summer light, the simple sandstone rendered in gold by the setting sun. It stood in a natural arch, beneath a holly and an oak entwined.

I couldn't read the name. Fingers had traced it so many times, over so many years, that grooves had been worn in the stone. With the name and date forever obscured, they left a message in their own language. Of unending love and loss.